Catherine was also quite a looker. She was thirty-five, only five years older than he was, but looked much younger. She had the same green eyes and long, wavy hair as her daughter and a very pretty oval shaped face with high cheekbones and thick, pouty lips. He often lay awake at night masturbating and imagining those luscious lips engulfing his cock. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that she only thought of him as a friend and neighbor.

‘Oh, well,’ he’d thought to himself. ‘Plenty of other pretty women out there. And they don’t live right across the hall.’ That could complicate things. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that she didn’t seem attracted to him.

Realizing he hadn’t yet greeted Chloe, he returned her smile. "Hi, Chloe. Thanks."

She gave him a quick salute, still grinning. "No problem!" She turned to go and Tony found his eyes drifting involuntarily to her cute ass inside her tight jeans. Suddenly, she stopped and turned, causing him to quickly avert his eyes.

"Oh, I meant to ask . . . are you going to be home tonight?" She didn’t appear to notice his roving eyes. He paused, taken by surprise at her question. It wasn’t like she never came to visit, but lately she hadn’t been over as much. Teenagers had much more important things to do with their time than sit around with their thirty year old neighbors, he had assumed.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," he replied, looking up at her from his mail. "Why?"

"Would it be ok if I came over . . . say around seven? I have an essay due next week and I could use some professional help." She flashed him a broad smile.

He nodded. "Sure, come on over."

"Great!" she said as the doors began to close. "See you later!" She turned and he got one more brief glimpse of her ass before the doors slid shut.

‘Tony,’ he told himself, ‘you behave yourself!’ He chuckled as the elevator stopped at the fifth floor and he walked down the hall to his apartment, the image of the pretty teenager still fresh in his mind.

Chapter 2

The dishes were drying on the rack and Tony was flopped on the couch watching some mindless sitcom on TV. He’d finished his column for the paper before supper and had e-mailed it off. He should be working, though. Like most writers, he had a book partially written and it wasn’t going to finish itself. He glanced at his watch. Six-thirty. Chloe would be here soon, anyway. No point in working on it now.

He was somewhat troubled by the impure thoughts he had been having ever since he spoke to her earlier. She was only fifteen, for gods sake! A kid! He flipped through the channels, hoping to find something that would take his mind off of her. He finally settled on a documentary about World War II on the History Channel. He was still watching it half an hour later when there was a quick knock at the door and Chloe came in, closing the door behind her. She went over to the kitchen counter and dropped a few books onto it.

"Hey, there. Mind if I borrow a Coke?" she asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.

"Help yourself," he replied, turning off the TV. He got up and went into the kitchen, where her cute little ass was sticking out of the refrigerator. "Find one?" he asked, playfully slapping her butt.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, straightening up with a can of Coke in her small hand and a bemused look on her face. "I was just seeing if you had anything to eat! I got the munchies!"

He opened a cupboard and tossed her a big bag of chips, which she managed to catch against her perky tits. "Will those do?" he asked and reached around her to get a beer from the fridge for himself.

Realizing he was cornered, he knew he had to say something. "Well, of course. You must hear that all the time." He looked back at the TV, pretending to find the shampoo commercial interesting. She didn’t reply, but turned back to the TV. The commercials ended and more models prowled the runway in haute couture fashion. Weird shit. ‘Guess I just don’t get high fashion,’ he thought, trying to get his mind off the sexy teen sitting beside him. It wasn’t working.

Suddenly, Chloe picked up the remote, turned the TV off, and stood up in front of him. Her jeans were tight enough that her graceful curves were well defined and her t-shirt was the type that showed off a portion of her bare naval. His eyes moved up to her face, not failing to notice the tiny bumps of her hard nipples under her t-shirt.

"You really think I’m beautiful?" she asked in a timid voice, taking his hand. Tony swallowed, unable to think of anything appropriate to say. The truth was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to say the appropriate thing right now. She raised his hand to her breast and pressed it to the soft flesh, all the while chewing nervously on her lower lip. "Do you think I’m sexy, too?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Tony suddenly realized what was happening. His expression changed and he quickly pulled his hand from the soft, pliable flesh of her young breast. "Chloe! No, no! Absolutely not!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Whatever made you think I’d do that!?"

She moved a little closer. He could sense her trepidation, but she didn’t back down. "I’ve noticed how you look at me when you think I’m not looking." He swallowed hard and felt his face getting warmer. "And it’s ok. I don’t mind." She managed a nervous smile. "Actually, I kind of like it."

"It’s wrong," he muttered, shaking his head and staring down at his clenched hands.

Her hands were moving over her torso and across her curved hips. "Why? Why is it so wrong?" she asked. "You do think I’m sexy, don’t you?"

"Yes! No! I mean . . . aw, hell!" He took a deep breath and looked up at her. "Chloe, you’re only fifteen."

"I’ll be sixteen next month," she replied defiantly, her hands still caressing her firm young body. She certainly wasn’t making this easy!

He ignored that comment. "You’re fifteen. And I’m thirty. That’s why."

She took another step closer and moved one of her long, slender legs between his knees. "So what? I find you very attractive. You don’t even look thirty." She was moving her leg seductively against his inner thigh and her teenaged pussy was only inches from his face, leaving him at a loss for words. "And I did some checking. The age of consent here is fourteen, so I’m not jailbait."

He pushed her back, stood up, and quickly walked over to the kitchen, afraid that she might notice his hardening cock if she got any closer. He leaned against the counter that divided the two rooms and looked over at her, willing his cock to go down. It wasn’t working. Just the opposite, in fact. She stood where he had left her, looking very cute, very sexy, and still very young and innocent, dammit!

"Look, Chloe, you’re very beautiful and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. But legal or not, it would just be wrong!"

She sighed and slowly walked over until she stood at the opposite side of the counter, facing him over it. "Tony, I’ve decided that I’m ready and that I’m going to have sex. Soon." She paused for effect, searching his eyes, then continued. "I could easily find a boy at school or in the neighborhood, but he would be as inexperienced as I am. I’d rather do it with someone I know and trust. I’ve heard you telling Mom that you’ve had a vasectomy, so I can’t get pregnant. And we wouldn’t have to worry about diseases. I know how careful you are." He silently cursed himself for admitting to her once that he always used a condom unless both he and his partner had been recently tested, trying to impress upon the budding teen the importance of safe sex. It was becoming obvious that she had been giving this some serious thought.

He stared back into her hypnotizing green eyes. She made a good point. Oh, shit! Now he was starting to think with the wrong head! He sighed and looked down at the counter for a long moment before looking back up at her.

"If, and I do mean ‘if’, I agree to this, you have to promise to tell no one. And I mean no one. Not your friends; not in chat-rooms; no one! Understand?"

She nodded, a smile forming on her lips as she felt him giving in. "I promise, Tony," she said softly, placing her small hand over his. He studied her face until he was satisfied she was telling the truth, then let out a long breath.

"If I say yes, when would you want to do it?"

Chapter 3

Tony took Chloe by the hand and pulled her to him. He noticed that for the first time, she was trembling. Reality of what they were about to do had set in. He raised her tiny hand to his lips. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" he asked, giving her one more chance to back out. "Because it’s not something you can undo."

She paused before answering and he thought for a minute that she was going to change her mind. "Yes, I’m sure," she finally said, looking into his soft brown eyes. "I’m just a little scared."

He took her hand and led her over to the couch where they sat down, his cock leaving a prominent bulge in his jeans. He pulled her face to his and their lips met. He probed at her lips with his tongue and she immediately parted them, inviting him in, her tongue meeting his. She was actually a pretty good kisser.

After a moment, they pulled apart and he smiled at her. "You’ve french-kissed before."

She grinned bashfully. "Only twice. But I like it."

"What else have you done before? Have you ever given a boy a hand-job?" She shook her head. "Have you ever seen a real cock?" Again, she shook her head, seeming embarrassed. He smiled and stroked her luxuriant hair. "That’s ok, honey. I just need to know how much experience you’ve had."

She smiled at his use of a pet name. It felt nice, like he was her boyfriend. "So what’s next? Do we kiss some more?"

"Later. Right now we have to get undressed."

This seemed to lessen her enthusiasm somewhat. "Oh . . . ok." Her hands went to the hem of her t-shirt and, after a brief hesitation, she slowly lifted it over her head, pulling it free from her long hair. She was wearing a white lace bra under it that she seemed to have outgrown. Her tits were straining at the thin fabric.

"Now take off my shirt," Tony said. He was wearing a white cotton buttoned shirt and Chloe’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons. When she finally finished, she pushed it from his shoulders, revealing his bare, toned chest and arms. He was no body builder, but he was comfortable enough with his body to go shirtless at the beach, often receiving lusty looks from female beach goers. "Touch me," he said. "Rub your hands over my skin." She reached up and did as he instructed, her small hands gently caressing his chest.

After a moment, he said, "Ok, now stand up." She stood up in front of him and he undid the button of her pants. As he lowered the fly and began to wriggle the tight jeans over her curvaceous hips, she looked down at him.

"Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?"

He met her eyes and smiled as the jeans slid lower, revealing her white cotton panties. "No, definitely not. Down, maybe, but never off." He slid the jeans down her long, slender legs and she stepped out of them. He detected a musky aroma and noticed a damp spot on her panties. He explained about the lights. "If you turn the lights off, you can’t fully appreciate your lover’s body or see their face. That’s very important. It’s also important for you to tell me what you like or dislike. Understand?" She nodded, looking very much like the little girl that she was, standing there in her little girl underwear. For the hundredth time, Tony wondered what the hell he was doing. Then the scent of her sex reached him and he once again switched operational control over to the other head.

"Good. So if I’m doing something that feels good, tell me. Get real dirty. Tell me to fuck you harder. Talking dirty during sex is a big turn-on." Once again, she nodded, seeming a little self-conscious standing before him in just her bra and panties. She folded her arms across her stomach.

"Are you sure you want to keep going?" he asked.

She nodded emphatically. "Yes!"

"Ok, just checking. You seem a little hesitant."

She looked up at him and he could see the fear in her pretty green eyes. "Please," she said in a quiet, plaintive voice, "please be gentle, ok?"

He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "Just relax, Chloe. We’re not going to do that yet." His eyes flitted over her nearly nude body. "I have something else planned first. To prepare you. Trust me, you’re going to like it."

She looked into his eyes and knew that she could trust him. She sat down on the bed and lay back, with feet hanging just above the floor. Tony looked down at her perfect little body, her tits flattening only slightly as she lay back. He knew she was scared and he hoped this would relax her a little. He leaned over her and kissed her. Her tongue darted eagerly into his mouth, exploring it deeply. He gently squeezed her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and moaned into his mouth. ‘Good,’ he thought, ‘sensitive nipples.’ He broke off their passionate kiss and began kissing along her jaw line and down to the supple skin of her neck, all the while still teasing her nipples. She responded with little sighs and tilted her head back to allow him easier access. He moved slowly, planting soft kisses along her neck and down to the small mounds on her chest. He paused for a second, then slipped one of her engorged nipples between his lips, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue.

She inhaled sharply, thrusting her chest upward. "Yes!" she breathed, closing her eyes. He nibbled on it gently, bringing an even louder response, and causing her to squirm on the bed. He continued sucking and nibbling on it for a few moments before switching to the other one. After sucking on it for a while, he lifted his face from her succulent tits and smiled at her.

"Was that ok?" he asked, giving her a quick kiss.

"Oh, yes!" she cried, her face breaking out into a wide grin. He ran his hands across her breasts and over her stomach to the waist band of her panties. Still looking into her beautiful eyes, he sensed her fear returning. He smiled and said, "Then just wait until you see what’s next!"

Without waiting for a response, he moved down, straddling her legs, and placed both hands on the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt from the bed so he could pull them down, exposing her tiny hairless pussy. He looked up at her, a surprised look on his face. "You shave?"

She grinned and nodded. "Just in case Mom lets me get that bikini!"

With a shake of his head, he stood up and she raised her legs so he could pull her panties completely off. She now lay before him on the bed completely naked. Her bare pussy, even though it was shaved, reminded him of just how young she was. But this was her idea. She had started it. And she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He tried to reconcile his doubts by telling himself that if not him, someone else would soon be doing this. Someone who may not care about Chloe’s feelings, or who may not be free of STDs. There was also no danger of an unwanted pregnancy from him. And according to the law, she was old enough. He had even tried to talk her out of it, right? His lower brain agreed wholeheartedly.

He pushed those thoughts out of his head and concentrated on the beautiful naked girl - no, the beautiful naked woman - lying on the bed before him. He took her feet in his hands and gently pushed her legs apart, holding them up so he could kiss his way along them on his way up to her sweet, virgin pussy. As he moved up past her knees, he knelt on the bed and continued his northward journey, kissing lovingly along her inner thighs. First one, then the other, until he was close enough to get a good sniff of her delicate little slit. He lightly ran a finger across her mons and she gasped, jerking slightly.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Uh-huh!" she panted.

He licked his finger and very lightly ran it along her tiny slit until he reached her erect little clit, stopping just short of the sensitive little sex organ. She moaned and squirmed under his loving touch.

"How about that?" he asked.

"Yes! Oh, god, yes!" she gasped.

"I would love to lick your pussy. Would you like me to do that?"

"Oh, yes! Please!" she cried, raising her head from the bed to look down at him with wild, pleading eyes.

He grinned. "Then ask me."

"Wh . . .what?"

"You have to ask me."

She looked at him, unsure what he wanted her to say. Hadn’t she just told him what she wanted? "Please?"

"Please . . . what?" he teased, his grin growing larger.

"Please . . . do it."

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ooooo . . . .! Unh! Unh! Unhg . . .!" Her body went completely rigid and her cries faded to guttural groans as she experienced her first non self-inflicted orgasm, the sensations far more intense than any she had ever experienced while masturbating. Fireworks exploded behind her tightly closed eyes and her entire body jerked and twitched as if electrified. Tony continued sucking on her clit as her young body spasmed and twisted, her tight vaginal muscles squeezing involuntarily on his finger. After a moment, he released her clit but continued to lick her drooling slit, lapping up all of her sweet juices.

She began pushing at his head with her hands, still trapped in the throes of her massive orgasm. "P . . . please! T . . . T . . . Tony! . . . Stop!"

He raised his face, her cum dripping from his chin, and looked up at her. He knew that after a while, a woman’s clit became so sensitive that it was painful to continue. Apparently, she had reached that level of sensitivity.

Wiping his chin with his hand, he slid up next to her. She lay panting on the bed, her neck and face flushed crimson red and her body covered in a sheen of perspiration. Her chest heaved as she fought to regain her breath, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. He lay beside her and watched as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high.

After a moment or two, she opened her glassy eyes and smiled dreamily at him.

"Hi," he said softly, brushing a strand of damp hair from her cheek. "Welcome back."

She looked back up at the ceiling, staring off into space. "Th . . . that was . . . incredible!" She turned back to him, her expression a mixture of disbelief and wonderment. "I’ve never felt anything like that before!"

"You’ve never masturbated?"

She looked back toward the ceiling, avoiding his eyes, and didn’t reply.

"It’s ok, Chloe. Everybody does it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about."

She looked back over at him, not saying anything for a few seconds. "Well," she finally said, averting her eyes again. "I guess I have . . . a couple of times." He cocked an eyebrow and shot her a dubious look. "Ok, ok, maybe more than a couple of times!" She managed a grin, then inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as if reliving her orgasm. "But it never felt anything close to that!" She draped her arm over her forehead. "Now I understand what people mean when they say they see fireworks!"

He laughed softly and caressed her damp skin. Suddenly, she turned to him, her eyes blazing. "Can you teach me how to . . . do that to you?"

He grinned. "You mean, you want to suck my cock?"

She giggled, remembering the rule. "Yes, I want to suck your cock!"

He stood up. "All right." He moved to her feet , took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her again, then moved back a step. "Go ahead," he said, nodding to his erect member.

She looked down at his cock, the head now purple. "I kind of like it," she said, almost to herself. "It turns me on." She looked back up at him.

"Well, maybe you’ll like swallowing. But you can try that later if you want to." He nodded back down. "Do you think you could finish me off? I promise to warn you."

She grinned, nodded, then slipped her hot little mouth over his engorged head and began to bob back and forth. Thoughts drifted through her mind. Would it be so bad? Does it taste like his precum? That wouldn’t be too bad. She wondered how much there would be? Those and other thoughts ran through her mind as she continued giving her very first blow-job. Tony’s eyes were closed and his breathing was becoming ragged. He was moving his hips, matching her rhythm.

She made up her mind. ‘What the hell,’ she thought. ‘He said guys love it and I want to please him.’ If it tasted bad, she could always spit it out, right? No big deal.

Tony began moving his hips a little faster, forcing her to increase her tempo. A few seconds later, he gasped, "Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum!" He started to pull from her mouth, but she put her hands on his ass and held him in place, still sucking hard and bobbing her head rapidly.

"Chloe!" he said, opening his eyes in surprise. "I said I’m . . . oh! Ohhh! Arghhh!"

A warm, salty, and thick substance hit the back of her mouth and began to trickle down her throat. Her mouth was filled with the semi-liquid cum a split second later as more of his hot load was ejaculated from the depths of his cum-filled balls.

Feeling a little overwhelmed and not expecting so much, she pulled her mouth from his spurting cock. A flood of white semen ran from her open mouth and dripped down her chin to her tits and stomach. She watched in wide-eyed wonder as Tony jerked the last remaining shots onto her tits. She had swallowed some, but most of it coated her mouth and ran down her chin. Her tits were also well splattered with gobs of the sticky goo.

She looked up at him. Strings of cum connected her upper and lower teeth. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then licked her lips. "Was that ok?"

He caught his breath and looked down at her, concern in his eyes. "Didn’t you hear me warn you?"

She nodded and wiped some of his seed from her chin. "I changed my mind." With a grin, she placed her cum-soaked finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmm," she murmured, licking her lips. "Now that I know what to expect, I’ll be more ready next time!"

He chuckled and helped her to her feet. They kissed, his cum mixing with the remnants of hers in his mouth. They pulled apart and he looked at her cum-drenched body. "I think we could both use a shower. You, especially!"

She turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. She laughed at her appearance and turned back to him.

"I guess I could!" She kissed him again, then added in a very sexy voice, "That was really hot! Can we fuck next?"

He laughed and pulled her sticky naked body to his. "What have I done? Created a teenaged nympho?"

She narrowed her eyes and squinted up at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Does that mean yes?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Come on, let’s go back the bedroom. I think I can cure this lustful behavior there." She stuck out her tongue at him, jumped to her feet, then turned and ran from the bathroom, her cute naked ass bouncing down the hall. Tony laughed to himself, put the towels in the hamper, and followed her down to the bedroom. He stopped short in the doorway, his eyes taking in the scene on his bed. She was sitting on the bed, leaning back on one arm with her legs spread wide and her other hand rubbing her bare beaver. Her eyes were open, watching him, then she closed them and tilted her head back, sighing in pleasure as she masturbated for him. For a long moment, he just stood there watching this beautiful, sexy teen get herself off.

He couldn’t just stand and watch any longer. His hard cock ached to be in her tight little pussy and he crossed the room in three quick steps, kneeling before her widely spread legs. He watched her rubbing her clit then looked up into her eyes, wild with lust and desire. He pulled her hand from her engorged pussy and took her fingers into his mouth, sucking her sweet juices from them. He let her hand go and immediately planted his face in her dripping snatch, licking as much of her wetness as he could.

She moaned and lay back on his bed, her hands going to her tits. She tweaked and teased her nipples as Tony lapped away at her pink flower. While her pussy tasted exquisite, he longed to be inside her. He lifted his head from between her milky thighs and leaned in to kiss her. She returned his kiss with a passion that surprised him. Her tongue explored his mouth feverishly, soft moans escaping her lips. He leaned in closer and allowed his prick to rest against the delicate folds of her labia. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips up in an attempt to increase the contact. Tony began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, her soft warmth renewing the feelings deep in his balls. She broke off the kiss and looked up into his face, her breath ragged and eyes sparkling.

"That feels so good!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Tony! Please!"

He wanted to do this slowly and savor the moment, but she was adamant, constantly pushing upward and trying to force him inside her tiny virgin twat. He kissed her softly.

"Easy, Chloe. There’s no hurry. It’ll be better if we take it slow at first."

She stared into his eyes for a moment, then gave a resigned sigh. "Ok, whatever you say. I just need to feel you inside me!"

"All right. Just try to relax." He reached down and positioned the tip of his cock at her opening. She wriggled under him, obviously enjoying the feel of his cock on her moist pussy. "Here we go. Remember to relax; just let it happen." She nodded, chewing nervously on her lower lip and he gently applied pressure.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then he felt her start to open up and, ever so slowly, he began to enter her. She inhaled a sharp breath as her pussy spread and she felt his cock slipping in. It didn’t hurt; not at all, which kind of surprised her. He kept going until he felt her vagina close around the base of his glans and looked into her face, which was twisted into a grimace, like she was waiting for the pain to begin at any second.

"Are you ok?" he asked. She opened her eyes and met his.

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding, and still biting down on her lower lip.

"Ok, just relax. You’re doing fine," he said soothingly. He pushed in a little further and she closed her eyes, her hands gripping his back, as another inch slid in. He knew her hymen wasn’t in much further and wanted to loosen her up a little before he touched it. He began a slow, shallow fuck and she grunted every time he pushed back in, but didn’t complain or indicate she was in any discomfort.

After a few minutes of this, he started to go a little deeper. He still moved slow, fighting back the urge to unleash his load in her tight, wet tunnel. She licked her lips and looked up at him, studying his face as he moved closer and closer to her cherry. He was constantly talking in low soothing tones, reassuring her that she was doing fine and that it would soon be over and she would never have to fear sex again.

Finally, the tip of his cock pushed up against her barrier and she cried out, her fingers digging into his back.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, wincing. He backed off and stopped moving, giving her a moment to recover.

"I’m sorry, baby. I know it hurts, but there’s no other way," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

She looked up at him, the pain evident in her bottle-green eyes. "I know," she whispered. "Just give me a minute, ok?" He nodded, then kissed her on the lips softly, lovingly.

"Let me know when you’re ready," he said, smiling down at her.

She took a few deep breaths, then nodded. "Ok, I’m ready," she said. He could feel her vaginal muscles flexing on his shaft.

"You have to relax," he told her again. "It won’t be as bad if you do."

She closed her eyes and he thought she might start to cry, but the she opened them again. "I’m trying, but it’s really hard," she said.

He caressed her cheek and nodded. "I know it is, and you’re doing great. Ready?"

She took another breath. "Ok, let’s do it. I want to get it over with."

He began to move in and out again, being careful not to touch her hymen. He felt her relax a little, but she was still understandably tense. Their eyes were locked on one another as they continued the slow, shallow fuck. Then Tony went in deep enough to touch her barrier again. She let out a little yelp, but before she could react further, he pulled out and thrust through her cherry, stopping as soon as he tore through.

Chloe felt another twinge as he touched her maidenhead again but before she could do no more than cry out, he thrust in again and an intense pain filled her womb. She cried out and dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, creating tiny red welts under her fingers.

"Owww! Oh, shit!" she cried through clenched teeth. It felt like her pussy was on fire and it throbbed against the invader that had penetrated it. Tony didn’t move, but watched her face until the pain eased a little and she looked up at him. Tears ran down both cheeks and her lower lip trembled. It pained him to have inflicted this hurt on her, but he vowed to make it up to her.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his face concerned.

She let out a breath and nodded. "I . . . I think so. That really hurt!" He kissed her teary cheeks.

"I’m sorry," he whispered.

"N . . . no," she said, shaking her head. "Don’t be. I’m glad it was you." She managed a pained smile and then grimaced as he moved slightly, causing the pain to flare up again.

He kissed her again. "Me, too." His expression turned somber. "We have to keep going, honey. It’ll hurt for a while, but I promise you it will feel better real soon." He looked down and saw that there was still a few inches to go before he would be completely inside her. She followed his gaze, lifting her head from the bed. Her eyes widened when she saw how far his cock was buried. She laid her head back down and closed her eyes, breathing through the pain.

After a few minutes, she looked up at him. He was watching her with a concerned look on her face. She managed a smile.

"S . . . starting to feel a little better," she said in a hoarse voice. Tony relaxed a little and returned her smile.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned as his body stiffened and he felt his cock swell. He erupted into her, feeling his cum shoot from his overworked dick and fill Chloe’s little pussy. He held it tight into her as far as it would go, his body jerking as he shot load after load into her hot little fuck hole.

Chloe was determined that this time she was going to cum and began bucking her hips frantically against Tony’s. When he told her he was close to cumming, she felt herself start, too. Then, his sperm began to shoot against the sensitive lining of her womb and it sent her over the edge. She groaned as her orgasm built, then exploded. Tiny starbursts went off behind her eyelids and she felt herself becoming lightheaded as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her. She could feel the warm, slippery jism leaking from her tiny pussy as Tony’s cock forced it from the tight confines of her ravaged little cunt. Her body jerked uncontrollably as her orgasm began to ease.

Tony slowly pulled his shrinking member from her drooling twat, releasing a flood of their mixed juices to the sheets. He sat down on the bed next to her, panting with exhaustion. Chloe lay there, her legs spread wide and cum running from her gaping pussy. Her body was still buzzing and every few seconds she’d jerk as another small aftershock hit her. Tony flopped back on the bed, laying beside her. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat and they were panting for air. Chloe finally turned her head to him, then reached over and caressed his arm.

"Th . . . thank you, Tony!" she gasped with a warm, contented smile. "Th . . . that was amazing!"

He rolled onto his side and looked at her, a smile on his lips. He reached out and stroked her hair, damp with perspiration. Their eyes met and for a moment they just looked at one another, words unnecessary.

Finally, Tony spoke. "You are truly a very beautiful woman, Chloe." She moved closer to him and he wrapped her small body in his arms, holding her close.

They lay like that for a long time, whispering sweet nothings to one another and enjoying the feeling of being held. Finally, Chloe felt his cock beginning to rise again, pressing against her leg. She looked down, then back up to him and grinned.

"Again?" She giggled and shook her head. "As much as I’d love to, I’m afraid I’m a little sore!" She gingerly touched her tender pussy, wincing.

Tony laughed. "It’s ok, baby. It’s hard not to get aroused lying her with you, but I’ll be ok."

A very mischievous look came over Chloe’s face and she sat up, pushing him onto his back. She kissed him, then moved down to his chest, licking each of his nipples. Her hand went to his nearly hard cock and began to stroke it while her lips made their way down his chest and over his stomach. Tony watched with amused interest as she kissed around his pubic area, then looked up at him with a huge grin.

"I just love sucking your cock!" she whispered, then sucked nearly half of his cock into her mouth, her tongue moving sensually over it. He lay back on the bed, wondering if he could handle this teenaged nympho’s sexual appetite. He decided that there was only one way to find out, and sighed as she began to bob her pretty little head up and down. After all, they had all weekend!

And he had promised to teach her everything.

The end (?)

great story/really hot