Charlene had no idea of her mother's reaction to the events of the previous night. She didn't even know if Liz remembered them.
She was sloshed, but good, she thought, looking out the window on the rainy New York afternoon.
She'd slept late. When she'd awakened, both Derek and her mother had already gone for the day. Charlene was sure of one thing, though: Derek had been sufficiently sober to carry her own nearly naked, unconscious form back to her room on the upper level of the duplex apartment. She'd awakened in her own bed.
She glanced at the clock: two-thirty. She slept more than twelve hours, yet still felt weak. Charlene suspected it was the intensity of her orgasms, brought on by the combination of her arousal at what she'd witnessed and Derek's expertly licking and sucking mouth between her legs.
Finally, she stood and went to the closet. She was in no hurry to get dressed; in fact, the expenditure of energy that would require actually repulsed her. She would have been quite happy to sit around in her dressing gown all day.
Charlene decided to compromise: She pulled on a pair of culottes and a tee-shirt. Back downstairs, she flipped on the television and idly let the afternoon movie entertain her – such as it could.
Then, at four-thirty, the front doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" she called, not feeling quite up to going to the door yet.
"Derek."
Derek? What did he want?
Groaning, Charlene stood, went to the door and opened it. Derek looked about the way she felt: whipped.
"Come on in," she said indifferently, turning from him and strolling loose-hipped and long-legged back into the living room.
Derek's followed the twitching, swaying progress of her sweet young ass across the room, then turned and closed the door behind him. He joined her on the sofa.
"What're you watching?"
"I dunno."
"Exciting, eh?"
She shrugged. He enjoyed the way her unfettered tits jounced within the loose-fitting tee-shirt. Charlene could sense his eyes on her breasts, found it mildly pleasurable but nothing more.
"Uh, thanks for getting me into bed last night"
"De nada."
"Mom won't be home for a while," she said, beginning to feel uncomfortable. "She works late today."
"I know."
It took about a half-minute for that to sink in. When she turned to look at him, she found him staring at her with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I came over to see you."
"Uh-huh." She took a deep breath. Again, his eyes went to her tits, swelling and straining at the cotton of the tee-shirt. "Look, Derek, I don't know how Mom is going to react to, uh, what happened last night, so may -"
"I know."
She waited for a few seconds, but then the suspense got to her. "Well?"
"She came." He grinned smugly.
"I know that," Charlene said peevishly. "I mean I don't know what she thought about it after she sobered up."
"Oh." This time it was Derek who shrugged. "Why are you worried about it? You're a big girl, now and you don't need her permission to enjoy yourself… any way you want."
Charlene said nothing. She knew what Derek was getting at and couldn't help but wonder what it was that made him so insatiable. What did he want, anyhow? He'd fucked her, sucked her… hell, she'd even gone down on him. Drunk his jism, to boot.
"Yeah, Derek, but I don't want to get into a hassle with her. She's my mother, after all, you know, and she might be a little upset about -"
"She didn't seem upset last night."
Charlene took a deep breath, calming herself. "Well, Derek, maybe -"
"Shut up." He'd somehow managed to slip an arm about her shoulders on the back of the sofa and now that arm was drawing her towards him. There was no avoiding his lips and she let him kiss her, figuring it was just the opening shot, sort of a skirmish.
She was wrong. It was the first wave of an all-out invasion force aimed at penetrating all of her defenses and occupying her heartland territory.
His lips pressed hers while he pushed her tee-shirted torso firmly against his chest. After a moment's hesitation, she half-heartedly let her lips part. Immediately, his tongue was in her mouth, moving and exploring and somehow reminding her of the way his mouth had worked on her cunt and clit, of the way his tongue had slipped up into her pussy to touch and tantalize all of the sensitive pleasure points. Without willing it in the least, she felt the old, familiar ache begin to throb inside her cunt, between her hips – and she could feel the lubricating moisture beginning to flow.
He didn't let up for a moment – and to her own surprise, Charlene found herself returning the kiss, her own tongue now dueling with his in the hot battleground of her oral cavity. His hand had somehow slipped beneath the back of her tee-shirt, and the touch of his fingers on the bare flesh in the center of her back reminded her of the way his fingers had felt on her luscious, quivering tits the night before. He was working his hand around to her front, to where her firm, abundant young breasts were being crushed against him within her tee-shirt. Every breath either of them drew caused her nipples to be rubbed and excited, sending new ripples of sensation echoing through her nubile form – and all of them seeming to catch and hold in the depths of her nowsmoldering, fire-red honey hole of a pussy.
He pulled away from her. Charlene settled back against the sofa and found herself gasping for breath, as if she'd just sprinted up a couple of flights of stairs. But while she worked at regaining her rapidly receding composure, Derek was kissing and licking his way down from the underside of her finely boned jaw, along the long, graceful line of her throat to the silken spot, always so receptive to tender lips, between the gentle bones of her collarbone at the base of her throat. At the same time, he was lifting the hem of her tee-shirt high up and over her breasts, revealing the creamy mounds of flesh to the light… and his own hot breath.
"Up, baby," he whispered. Charlene couldn't muster the strength of will to resist. Limply, she let her arms be raised as Derek drew her tee-shirt up over her head and then tossed it to one side. By the time her arms were falling heavily back down, he was bent in front of her, his tongue stretched far out to lave every last square inch of her marvelously full, richly taut young breasts. Her hands somehow settled into place at the back of his neck – and then her fingers were tightening in the short, curly hairs back there as his lips fastened on one throbbing nipple. Under the deft ministrations of her lips, his tongue, even his gentle teeth, the tiny bud of reddish-pink flesh was quickly brought to full straining erection.
Charlene's eyes closed, her head lolling loosely back against the back of the sofa as she stifled the moan of pleasure rising within her lovely throat in response to what Derek was doing to and with her tits. Even as he licked and sucked one thrusting breast and tried to kiss the fire from her nipple, even as one hand fondled the other luscious tit, his free hand was stroking unhurriedly higher on her bare thigh, working always closer to the apex of her long, limber, weakly spreading legs.
And within moments, the fingers of that hand were brushing with feather lightness back and forth, up and down against the crotch of her culottes. The material there was drawn tightly against her aggressively thrusting pubic mound. The moisture from within her pussy was already dampening the fabric and the seam was worked between her labia, clearly outlining the excitement-swollen petals of her again-eager pussy flower.
Derek switched his attentions to her other breast as he worked open the waistband snap of her culottes. Deftly, he had it freed and slithered his hand inside, palm flat against her heaving belly and abdomen, fingers splayed to savor the soft warmth of her belly flesh.
Charlene felt his hand moving down closer to her hot oven of a cunt, knew that he was going to reach her pussy and knew that once he reached it, she'd be unable – and completely unwilling – to resist letting him have his pleasure with her.
So she decided to save herself a lot of thought energy and gave in right away.
"Ohhh, yes," she whimpered as his index finger reached the topmost split of her pussy lips and began rubbing up and down between the nervecovered flesh within the confines of her culottes. Her hips jerked sharply, slightly, in response and her pert, firm little ass slipped forward to the very edge of the sofa. Her legs were wide open as he worked the culottes down from her hips. Charlene was ready, willing and more than eager to give him whatever he wanted… as long as she got everything she wanted.
Derek let himself slide to his knees between her widespread legs on the floor before the sofa. She cooperated without hesitating in helping him get the culottes off her – and then she was utterly naked to him, completely exposed and feeling every bit as wanton, desirable and desirous as she looked.
Derek wasted no time. Immediately, he kissed his way down the center line of her torso to her navel. He paused there long enough to let the tip of his tongue slip into the constricted little indentation of her birth scar and then continued down…
"Ohhhh – Yesss!" she wailed as she felt the tip of his tongue reach the downy red tendrils of fiery pubic hair outlining her most sensitive region. She lifted her hips off the cushion, thrusting them forward at his face as he began licking at her pussy lips. Within moments, Charlene had wrapped her legs tightly about his head, the pressure of her thighs threatening to wrench his head right off his shoulders as her lithe young hips spasmed again and again with pleasure at his oral explorations of her genital pleasure zones.
Derek urged his pants and worked them down over his thighs, then managed to get them completely off his legs without ever once missing a lick on the delicious young pussy morsel in his mouth. As always, he was naked beneath his trousers and his cock jutted out from his groin like a bar of solid iron. The head of his prick pressed furiously against the sofa upholstery. Every slightest movement of Derek's lower body, every least twitch of his pelvis as he shifted in his licking and sucking of Charlene's sweet snatch set up increased friction within the bulbous chunk of flesh at the end of his pulsing cock.
Charlene lay back on the sofa, giving herself over totally to Derek's cunt sucking. She writhed there, amazing herself with her excited responses at a time when she'd thought herself completely fucked out.
But then Derek's hands were on her legs, lifting them high and turning her over so that her upper body rolled to the right along the sofa. His mouth remained glued to her succulent pussy as he maneuvered her over onto her belly. Her hands ended up on the sofa beneath her breasts, and it was somehow the most natural and obvious thing in the world for her to pinch and roll her own stiffened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Derek pulled his face out of her pussy just far enough so he could lavish long, languorous licking strokes up and down in the fiery grotto between her legs – strokes that started far forward, at her clitoris and moved all the way down the length of her tight little quim…
… and beyond!
"Ohh – wh-what are you doing! OH!"
Charlene wailed in a combination of surprise and pleasure as Derek's sinuous tongue moved back to the short stretch of taut, sensitive pink flesh connecting her flaming pussy with the deliciously smooth, shallow furrow of her pert young ass cheeks and kept right on going. Back, back – until she could feel his deft oral extension exploring the area around and about the puckered little opening of her pink anal port. She'd never suspected that the region back there could communicate such outrageous sensations to her and Charlene eagerly let her legs fall open all the more and hiked her ass up and back toward Derek's lips.
Derek wasted no time in proceeding with what he planned – and what Charlene had made it so abundantly obvious she was willing to try.
"OOO-ooo-OOO – ooo -" Her moan of pleasure was an undulating note that synchronized with the reflexive twitching of her ass and hips as Derek fastened his lips to the tight, pink pinhole of her anus and began tonguing it. At first he merely rimmed the sensitive little opening, but slowly, gradually – unrelentingly – he was prodding it open, wedging the tip of his tongue ever farther into the constricted hole.
Charlene suddenly stiffened as she felt the hot, slick mouth muscle slip up into her ass, the tip pushing past the constricted sphincter muscles and into the burning cavity beyond. He wriggled his tongue -and she wriggled her ass in reply. And all the time, he had both hands around her wide-flung thighs and beneath her pussy, fingers moving rapidly and knowingly in that steaming grotto of moist flesh.
Finally, he pulled away from her. Charlene felt him getting to his feet, his stiffened dong rubbing against the insides of her upper thighs as he rose. The touch of that hot flesh, so hard and thick and throbbing with hot blood, only made her pussy drool all the more for it.
His hands went to her slender hips. Willingly, Charlene followed his urging, getting to her own feet – but with her body bent over at the waist, her straightened arms stretched out before her and her hands flat against the sofa cushions.
She sucked in a long breath as he fit the head of his dick between the lips of her cunt, swiveling his hips in the now familiar manner to grind the velvety-skinned knob against the inner surfaces of her swollen labia. Little explosions of pleasure went off all along the length of her cunt channel – but most especially zeroed in on the hyperresponsive tip of her protruding clitoris.
But then Charlene felt his hands tighten on her hips. She could sense the tension in him – and that was her only warning.
With a loud grunt, Derek heaved his hips forward – and the entire length of his thick, hard cock was completely buried in the constricting channel of her cunt.
She screamed with the shock and pleasure of it, then subsided to low, gasping moans. Her hips were momentarily still. But only momentarily – because Charlene's hips then went wild, bucking and jerking, vibrating up and down, back and forth, even from side to side in an all but maddened lust to feel the big prick rub against every last square millimeter of her sensitive inner channel.
Derek tried to control the spasms of the nubile young girl's hips with the strength of his hands, but was barely able to dampen the movements. Finally, he was forced to resign himself to her unrestrained humping and began moving his own loins back and forth.
Charlene felt the length of Derek's rampant erection stroking in and out and out of her body, driving the head far up toward her belly as he lurched forward, drawing it back till just that chunky knob still remained within the grip of her twat.
But then Derek stopped at the end of an out stroke. He stayed like that, motionless, looking down at the bare, perspiration-sheened back of the gorgeous seventeen-year-old before him… and most especially between the lithe cheeks of her pertly molded butt – at her anus. Distantly, he could hear Charlene's increasingly agitated protests at the interruption of his pussy-stroking heaves.
But then he decided.
Charlene hissed in anguish as she felt the head of his dong dragged irretrievably from her snatch – and then gasped in mixed surprise and fear as she felt that same thick glans nuzzling up to her fearsomely constricted anus.
"No!" she breathed, as fear won out.
But Derek had been thinking about this for soiree time, thinking about what it would be like to feel her rectal canal sheathing his furiously erected prick – and no momentary monosyllabic protest was going to put him off… not at the stage he'd reached in his lusts.
Her asshole, already well slicked by his earlier tonguing, was lubricated and slippery. Now the effusive secretions of Charlene's pussy on the head of Derek's dick were added to that moisture.
She felt him pushing forward, the head of his prick prodding into the narrow aperture. Grudgingly, her anal entry gave way – but it felt to Charlene as if she were on fire back there. She was quite certain that her butt was going to split wide open.
But Derek kept up the pressure, slowly wedging the thick glans ever farther into Charlene's tight asshole. His hands were gripping her hips powerfully, unmercifully, his knuckles whitening with the pressure of his hold.
Still farther penetrated the head of his prick. Charlene began hyperventilating as the pain increased. And then – - the head of his dick passed the halfway point and slipped almost easily the rest of the way into her ass.
"Oh shit," Derek breathed as he felt the nooselike grip of her frightened sphincters around the depressed ring in the shaft of his dick just behind the flange of his cock head. His glans was being compressed by the stricture of her rectal sheath and Derek knew that it wouldn't be very long before the night-long-building load in his balls would come exploding out of his joint under the pressure.
Trembling with lust, Derek spit into the palm of one hand and rubbed the saliva up and down the length of his yet unsheathed rod, coating it. Again taking his tight two-handed grip on her hips, he then swiveled his hips, trying to loosen and relax the panicky constriction of her anus.
Finally, Derek drew a deep breath, tensed his hips – and began driving his cock into Charlene's ass. He looked down to watch the thick shaft disappearing into the brutally stretched opening, inch after gleaming inch being reluctantly accepted into the virginal hole.
Charlene was certain she was going to die. Her ass was being split open, the inner channel abused in the most painful way she could imagine.
And yet, there was something exciting about it to her as well. It was a style of fucking in which her sole purpose was to receive, to submit, to allow herself to be used. It was a completely male style of fucking, in that the prick bearer had complete and total control over the situation.
She felt his cock driving up into her, aware of the undulations and bumps in it, aware of all the little ripples of veins as never before. She could feel every furious pulsation of his blood through it as if it were her own – and his arousal was communicated all the more directly to her.
Finally, he plumbed bottom. His flat abdomen pressed tightly against her sweet young ass cheeks, his balls hanging ever so lightly against the slightly protruding lips of her cunt and just barely touching the uncovered tip of her dormant clitoris. She could feel the knob of his dick far inside her, bulging between the walls of her ass, throbbing powerfully. For long moments, they both remained motionless like that while the inner muscles of Charlene's ass convulsed spastically along the length of his rigid meat.
But then he began moving.
At first, the movement was restrained, cautious, tentative, no more than an inch back and an inch forward.
But the furious grip of her sphincters was slowly easing – and Derek's stroking took on more power and depth, more speed, more urgency.
Faster and still faster he was pushing almost half the length of his cock in and out of her ass. Each instroke brought his heavy, hairy balls swinging up more strongly against her labia and clitoris, sending ever greater twinges of pleasure into battle against the pains shooting through her ass and lower back, easing those pains, causing her to relax that much more – and easing the way for even more insistent strokes from his dick.
After a few minutes, Derek was working the entire length of his prick in and out of her ass. Not as easily as with her cunt, of course, for still he was fighting the reluctant stricture of the more narrow channel with each stroke. But with considerably more ease than at first.
And with considerably less pain for Charlene.
Faster, harder, deeper – and then, all of a sudden, something inside Charlene changed. It happened without warning, and it was almost as if she'd broken through some inner barrier. Abruptly, all of the tension went out of her, all of the opposition, the resistance. Her ass seemed to loosen, her hips to unwind. She'd crossed some inner line.
Without warning, the pain seemed to disappear – and she gave Derek all of her ass.
"Oooooohh – yesssss…" she breathed as he slid his meat into her ass. "Yesss – yesss – fuck it – fuck my asssss…" Now she arched her ass towards him, hiking her hips to make it fully available to his prick, welcoming each injection of hard dick meat. She welcomed the feel of his shaft driving between the suddenly loosened sides of her anus, welcomed the way his dick forced the walls of her rectum apart, welcomed the way his glans bulged deep into her, threatening to ream right up through her bowels and into her stomach. She welcomed it -and she pushed her hips and ass backwards softly to meet his meat as it stroked into her.
That was the final turn-on to Derek. He'd won her ass, claimed that tight prize. She dug it, was getting off on his fucking.
Charlene felt penetrated as never before, aware of every detail of the reaming. Her fingers had closed like released springs into hard little balls of fists on the sofa cushions, and her tits felt as though they were singing, the ache in her nipples having spread outward to encompass the totality of both hanging, heaving, creamy mounds of seventeen-year-old tit flesh.
His cock was pile-driving, shit-driving in and out of her ass ever faster, ever more urgently.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Come in me!"
She wanted to feel his juice burning into her ass, craved it, needed it.
She could feel that tension growing in Derek's body, feel the shuddering as he slammed his cock into her even more brutally. She tried to bear down on the powerful sphincter muscles at the entrance of her nether channel, drew them tightly about the thick prick reaming in and out of her.
And then she was coming. It caught her by surprise, but abruptly she felt a sudden melting of her insides, felt the pleasures rising inexorably and explosively through her. She couldn't tell if it started in her cunt, in her clitoris, in her ass, where, but it started and was upon her all in a rush. She dropped her head low between her hunched shoulders. Great beads of sweat popped out all over her long, sinuous back. Her lovely titian hair hung down almost to the cushions. Her hips jerked, the cheeks of her lovely, flawless ass clenched and all the muscles inside her rectum tightened convulsively over the length of Derek's rigid dick.
"Ooohh – c-come in my ass – COME!" she whimpered, voice quivering with the throes of her orgasm.
She needn't have spoken because at that point nothing in the world could have stopped Derek from coming.
She felt the first load of his cream gush up into her like an enema, a scalding-hot clyster of an explosion that rocketed up her ass and filled the already totally crammed channel completely. Derek grunted as if shot, the ejaculation wrenched from him like a hemorrhage.
Again and again he shot into her, his cock swelling still more against her rectal canal, testing the holding power of those inner walls still farther. Each additional shot sent another load of hot, sticky, gooey spunk backing up along the length of his prick, crawling back towards her brutally stretched anus, there to drool out about the awesomely stretched sides of her asshole and drip down the insides of her ass cheeks and her thighs.
His spasms slowed. Derek began sinking to his weakening knees. Charlene's ass maintained its tight grip on his prick and she slipped slowly to her knees right along with him till the coupled couple were both kneeling, one locked to the other, both gasping for breath and moaning with exhausted pleasure.
Charlene even found pleasure in the miniscule friction of his limp dick being sibilantly withdrawn from her asshole.
She lay slumped against the couch, sucking in great draughts of air, breasts heaving, belly contracting, a steady stream of juice oozing from the again slightly puckered hole in her superb ass. She was as spent as Derek's cock and balls, unable to find the strength or will to so much as move while Derek smoothly went to the bathroom, sponged off, dressed…
After he'd gone, she knew, suspected, that something was up. Derek should have been at least as weak and spent as she herself was after the draining fucking. Perhaps, she thought, he was.
Then why had he been in such a raving hurry to get out of the apartment?
She was too tired, too thoroughly fucked out to concentrate on anything at that moment. She led her head loll forward onto her forearms and dozed…