Chapter 5: Anal Angel

Turns out Angel’s little friend can’t make it this time, but Angel and I share some of her video viewing preferences. She promises me that she’ll bring her young friend Tina along the next time.

Hope you don’t have a thing about age ... or maybe you do!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After last Saturday with Angel I couldn’t wait for the week to go by. Between remembering all the nasty shit we did last Saturday and thinking (fantasizing) about all the nasty shit I was going do to her this Saturday I was having a real hard time keeping my hands off my cock.

So I did the usual – weekly card game with my buddies, stock up on drinks and snacks, even ordered a couple of hoagies from the deli in case we somehow work up an appetite.

And wash the sheets – and mattress pad, and the plastic sheet. And then get them ready for Saturday!

Which is now. I timed my drive to be at the park by noon, and of course I was three-quarters hard most of the way but managed to keep my hands off myself, especially now that I know what Angel is capable of – by which I mean, what she seems to be willing to let me do to her!

Also, I was curious about what she would be wearing this time. Last time it was that really short skirt that showed off her hips and most of her full young thighs. This time she was back to the cut-off denims like the ones she’d been wearing that first time, the time when I saw her walking along the street in the rain and she got into my van.

This time her cut-offs looked a little shorter, like they’d been “cut off” even more.

Also, when she got closer I could see that the brass waist button was undone – and the zipper was half-way down, and I wonder if she did this just before she saw me or did she leave home that way. And like the other times, she was wearing a white T-shirt, either very sheer or washed thin. But unlike the other times this one had obviously received a visit from the scissors. It was cut off so short that when she stood straight or leaned backward a little – like she’s doing now – I can see the underside of those sweet titties, and even the dark brown little nubs at the tips.

Yeah, she’s a wet dream, and that wet dream is climbing into the open door of my van. And this time she leaned across and kissed me, but then before anyone could see, or see much, anyway, she sat down and buckled the seat belt.

And as soon as she did those ultra-short cut-offs scrunched up higher and now I can see one of those plump dark pussy lips. Then she pulled the narrow crotch strip aside and now her entire pussy is exposed – almost like its sticking out from her cut-offs.

Right then I wanted to dive down between her thighs and bury my face in that hairless pussy and suck her right here at the curb ‘til she creams all over my face. Instead I simply reached over and ran two fingers up through that totally exposed slit, and I was right about the cream. She let me stroke her slit a couple of times – even moaned once – but then she slapped my hand away.

“There’s lots more of that when we get to your place.”

More confident? Or more horny?

Or both?

I forgot about taking a round-about route and instead drove directly home, and the whole drive I had my hand up her thigh all the way but every time I tried to sneak a feel of her pussy she giggled and shoved my hand away.

In spite of the distractions I remembered about her friend ... Tina?

“Yeah, she wanted t’come but she couldn’t today but she wants to and said she’d come next week mos’ def’.”

I was disappointed, but only for a sec because I realized that this would simply give me more time to explore Angel and see what she wanted – and for me to find out just how far out she’ll go, by which I mean, what she’ll let me do to her.

Angel was coy when we were driving to my place, giggling and slapping my hand away from her pussy, but the instant the van stopped she threw the door open and rushed into the house and down the basement stairs before the garage door even closed. You know that I was down the stairs in about two seconds, and what I saw was Angel, already on the futon, cutoffs down on the floor and and her panty-less legs spread and her fingers spreading her cunt lips so far that I could see the her pussy hole.

She didn’t have to say anything. Her invitation – the challenge – was obvious: “Eat me, suck my pussy, ram your tongue up my cunt – do ... anything – do everything!”

I wanted to – I wanted to plunge my face into that spread hungry-looking pussy and chew and bite and suck her til her cunt was inside out. I took just enough time to jerk my jersey over my head so I was bare from the waist up and can feel the flesh of her solid thighs while I’m attacking the plump, wet flesh between those solid thighs.

And it was wet. Real wet! Angel musta been as horny as me while we were driving and it probably took all her control to not give in and let me finger-fuck her there in the van.

But that’s where I was headed. First, though, I was going to eat her out. I buried my face in that plump, plush pussy and licked. I ran my tongue up and down through the meaty flaps of flesh. I sucked it into my mouth, and then I ran my tongue all around and through the sex-wet flesh, and I think I actually wanted to suck it, suck all of her cunt into my mouth, for minutes, and maybe forever.

And all the time I’m trying to suck her fleshy teenage sex down my mouth I’m breathing in the smell of her young teen cunt – sweat, the slightly sour tang of pee – and the powerful smell of young girl sex. Alll these were making me dizzy, and instead of fighting it I went with it and let myself ride along with it while I buried my face even deeper into that plush, wet pussy.

Angel was obviously getting off on what I was doing to her because she grabbed my hair and pulled my head deeper into her cunt and held it there. When she couldn’t take it any more she pushed my head away, but then she pulled me into her again when she wanted more.

And all the time moaning things like, “Mike – eat my pussy, Mike – eat me til I can’t stand it any more...!”

God, she tastesso good. Young cunt – is there anything better? Yeah, like she said, I wanted to eat that young cunt til she couldn’t stand it any more. I pulled my face out long enough to shove two fingers up inside her cunt, and when those two fingers slipped through the creamy wetness I slid in a third and worked my three fingers around, trying to rub every place inside her cunt. Basically, I was trying to jack her off from the inside...

And then the inevitable, at least for Angel, happened. I heard her voice – “Awww ... fuuuck...” – and she pulled my head into her pussy, tighter than before, and that’s when I felt it. Like the very first time I ate Angel, that first time in my van, I felt the jets of squirting pee hitting against my face.

Knowing Angel, by now I should have been expecting this. In fact, this was in the back of my mind when I stuck my fingers up inside her cunt and started working them around so forcefully. In fact, it’s what I wanted to happen – I wanted Angel to cum so hard that she lost control and squirted. I was waiting for it.

I wanted to feel Angel’s piss shooting against my face, even into my mouth. Yeah, I know. Sick, right? Wanting a girl to piss on my face?

Well, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve been there, ‘til you’ve actually gotten a young teenage girl so excited that she can’t control her reactions and she gives you a bath in her precious teen juices...

I wwanted Angel’s teen juices so much that what I did came as a total surprise to me. Because what I did was, I grabbed Angel’s hips and rocked backward onto the carpet and pulled her with me, pulled her so that she ended up kneeling over me, and by right over me I mean that her pussy ended up right over me...

I pulled her down so her pussy was right against my face and my mouth and held her like that, letting – wanting – her to drown me in more of her teenage juice.

Angel didn’t resist or try to get away or to stop, like it was totally normal that I’d want her to park her squirting puss on my face and share her juices with me.

So while she was squeezing the last of her pee in my mouth I ate Angel’s sweet, plump pussy like a starving man. Except I was more like a drowning man, at least until Angel finally stopped her squirting. &&&&&&&&&&&

Angel was finished, but I wasn’t. Burying my face and tongue in Angel’s squirting pussy was exciting as hell but it only served to make me hard and horny and wanting something else. Just like I’d pulled Angel down with me, now I levered her up and off me and onto her back, and she laid there looking at me and smiling while I stood up and stripped off my jeans and Jockeys as quick as I could and as soon as I got them off I fell down between Angel’s spread thighs and drove my cock that was rock hard from eating Angel’s squirting cunt, up inside her.

Her cunt was still slick with her cream and her pee and my cock slid in to the hilt, and just as soon as I did she wrapped those solid legs around my hips and dug her fingernails into my shoulders and my ass, and all the time I’m hammering into her tight little cunt she’s sucking on my lips and licking my face like a wildcat in heat.

I reacted to her actions the same way, just pounding into her, glad that she’s not some skinny little bitch but is solid enough to take the pounding that I was giving her.

And again, the excitement of it – the idea of it, the slightly sour sex smell that she’s spread all over my mouth and face with her tongue, my cock in the molten cunt of this teenage slut who just can’t seem to get enough of anything I want to do to her – it was all too much, and I got lost picturing what we’re doing that I finally lose it and pump my jizz inside that tight wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Angel, you’re making me cum ... making me cum so good...”

And she starts.

“Oh yeah, Mike, shoot your cum up in me ... it feels so good inside me...”

But then,

“Don’t stop, Mike ... keep squirting inside me ... don’t stop!”

Wait a minute! Is she telling me what I think she is? Is she actually asking me to...

“Squirt in me, Mike – keep doing it til you can’t stop, til you don’t have any more! God I love how it feel when you do that inside me...!”

So now I’m sure – having me pee inside her is more than just “OK” – she’s actually begging me to piss inside her. The dirty little whore is begging me to piss inside her hot wet little cunt!

I think I could actually fall in love!

But right now I’m focusing on relaxing, letting my sphincter which is all tightened up from fucking, letting it relax, letting it release the contents of my bladder into this hot, nasty little receptacle.

The first few squirts are small and I have to flex them out, but after these I’m able to relax and let it flow – let all of it flow – out of my bladder and join with my jizz inside Angel’s cunt. And when I do this, as soon as she feels the steady stream stream of warm piss hitting her insides she groans and tightens her grip around me, and then she grabs my ass and digs her fingernails into my ass cheeks, and I get this curious thought: I’m gonna need to put Neosporin on those scratches.

But now I know the answer to my question, whether Angel is the kind of girl who hates it when I pee inside her. Well, there’s no question now – Angel fuckin’ loves me peeing inside her.

And yeah – it’s messy, but that’s what the thick mattress pad and the plastic sheet are for. And I’d buy them by the case if it means that I’m able to piss in the cunt of this dirty little teenage slut!

But all good things must come to an end, and that applies to my bladder resources. I try to squeeze out just a few more drops but it’s hopeless. I stay in her as long as I can before my cum- and piss-drained cocks shrinks and slips out. And Angel, bless her heart, at least has the grace to moan in what I hope is disappointment.

So I roll off her and grab one of the heavy towels that are now pretty much a permanent fixture by the futon bed when Angel comes over, and we wipe ourselves off and duck in for a quick shower – one at a time, ‘cause my little basement shower stall isn’t big enough for two – maybe that’s something I oughtta look into.

But we do dry each other off, and this is a strangely intimate thing to do, and Angel is real slow and careful in drying me and I’m kind of the same way when I dry her – even though we spend a little more time than necessary to make sure that certain parts are all dry – at least until the next time we get them wet!

So we grab some Frappachinos and cinnamon bites and head back over to the futon-couch. I pile up some throw pillows so we can lean back against them while we stretch out and enjoy our energy snacks.

I was planning on us watching some videos, but it seemed like Angel wanted to talk first.

“Mike, I love it ... that you let me piss in your mouth. It’s so hot, and so nasty.

In fact I think I might let you do anything if you’ll keep letting me pee in your mouth.”

Well that got my attention, and I immediately start thinking of some “anythings” I might want to try with Angel.

“I been thinking about it almost from the second you dropped me off last week, but this – what you did today – it was even better than I dreamed it would be.”

Then she got kind of “confessional.”

“I even planned some...,” but then she stopped, like she was wondering if she should say more.

“Oh yeah? Like ... what did you ‘even plan some?’”

She looked away from me, and kind of smiled to herself.

“Well, maybe like the two Cokes I drank while I was waiting for you to pick me up.”

That nasty little witch! But then, what she’s just told me is that she’s really into this little kink, and that’s a good sign for other stuff I might want to try with her.

“Wanna watch some videos?”

“Yuh. I guess so.”

“So, what kinds of videos do you like to watch?”

This one had her stumped.

“I dunno. Maybe horror movies. And maybe superheroes?”

“No, I mean what kinds of videos do you like to watch on the internet, on your computer – you know, when you’re alone... ”

“Videos? Like, what kind of videos?”

Oh, come on!

“You know – X-rated videos, ones that show people doing ... doing stuff like you and I do. Look, I know you watch X-rated videos with your friends – maybe even by yourself...,”

Not a question – I let her know that I just assumed that she did, and she didn’t correct me.

“So, ... what kinds of stuff do you like to watch? I thought since you and I are sitting here with no clothes on and we’ve got a whole afternoon ahead of us, how ‘bout we watch some X-rated stuff.” Then I added, “That way maybe we can get some ideas of things that we can try.”

“Oh. I like all of ‘em, I guess.”

Don’t we all!

“I mean, when you go to someplace online, like X-Vids, what kinds of videos do you click on?”

“Oh.” She thought for a while, like it was a really difficult question. “I guess I like the ones where it’s an older guy, and the girl is younger.” Older guy? “Not really old-old. I mean guys like you.” Thanks a bunch! “I mean, ones where the guy is older than the girl.”

Bless you, child!

“So, ... you want to watch some now?”

“Yuh, I guess so.”

Not a ringing endorsement. But I’m not doing this so I can watch dirty flicks with a teenager. No, I brought up this thing about porn and what she likes as kind of a “diagnostic” test, to find out what kinds of acts turn her on – and what she might be willing to do.

Like I told you, I already had the laptop computer and the DVD player plugged into the 55-inch TV there in the basement,. It’s in a place where we can watch it from the futon couch or from one end of the mattress when it’s opened out on the floor.