Chapter 7: Sandra

“Did you miss me?”

“Why? Were you gone?” I answered, as if I didn’t know.

“Yes, I was in Washington D.C. with some kids in my class. We met a bunch of fancy politicians.”

“Fancy politicians?”

“Yeah, they wore nice clothes and talked a lot, but none of them looked like they could do much actual work.”

I just had to laugh. “I will not make any comments about that. So, I’ll ask you. Did you miss me?”

During this brief chat, she had already removed her blouse and bra, and as she dropped her shorts to the floor, she said, “I don’t know if I missed you so much, but I sure missed that.” She reached out and grabbed my crotch, capturing my cock in her hand and tugging on it through my pants.

“Where do you want me, boss man?” she asked.

“On the bed, on your back. I can tell you’re in a hurry again, so get your mind thinking about what we’re about to do.”

Just as before, her giant nipples were hard and erect before I even touched them, and they seemed to get harder after I told her what to think about. With Sandra, there is no such thing as a caress. I grabbed a nipple in each hand and squeezed firmly, pulling outward and squeezing again. At the same time, I slid my body down between her legs and began to blow on her labia and clit with little puffs of air.

“Do that harder,” she said. “I can barely feel it.”

“Just be patient,” I snapped back at her, pretending to be gruff. “I’ll decide what I’m going to do, and how hard I’m going to do it.” And then I stopped completely. “Or, I could just stop now.”

“No,” she screamed. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I pulled my hands down, moved my mouth to her clit and sucked it in as far as I could before clamping my teeth around it. The only thing that really surprised me was just how had she could slap her knees against the side of my head. Damn.

It was time. I moved up, positioned my cock and pushed into her cunt. She was warm and wet, and her muscles there were pulsing.

She pulled me to her and said, not in a whisper, “Fuck me hard, big boy. Fuck me hard.”

And this girl was not yet sixteen! But I obliged her, just the same. She came once, almost immediately, and then again about two minutes later. I was hot, but not near ready. I pulled out.

“Turn over. Hands and knees facing that way.”

As soon as she was positioned, I said, “Bury your head in that pillow and don’t pull it out until I tell you.”

My cock was plenty wet, so I didn’t bother with K-Y. Besides, she likes it hard. Straight in, all the way. Buried it! And then I pulled out, almost all the way and then repeated my thrust. And then again, and again, and again. The entire time, I could hear a muffled scream, something about pain and hurting and the rest wasn’t clear, but I didn’t stop.

What I did do was slide my hand around front, grab her clit and squeeze it, almost as hard as you squeeze a lemon to get its juice. The screams stopped, the moaning began, and then the gasps for breath.

“You can lift your head now,” I told her as I gave her clit one final squeeze and dumped my load of cum high up inside her ass.

I think nearly everyone in town heard her “Agghh” scream as her muscles contracted and her whole body seemed to flop and flail on the bed.

By the time I returned from the bathroom, she was sitting up somewhat, but had made no effort to get dressed.

“So how long until your next appointment?”

“What? What are you asking?”

“How long can I stay, or is the next girl waiting outside already?”

“What are you talking about? There’s no one outside waiting. There’s no line. I don’t understand what you are asking.”

“What I am asking is, can I stick around until we can do it again?”

“No. I’m sorry. I do have someplace I’m supposed to be tonight, and I have to get home and get cleaned up soon.”

“You’re really something, you know that? You bring girls in here, you kiss ‘em and lick ‘em and blow on their pussy hair until they are so hot they want to pee where they lay, and then you tweak ‘em some more and fuck ‘em until they lose all control of their emotions. As soon as that happens, you toss them over and go for the back-door gold, driving a spear into them unlike anything they could possibly imagine. When your done with that and their ass is full of super-heated you, you roll off to the side and she dissolves into an emotional bliss.

“Meanwhile, you act like it’s nothin’!” She stopped for a moment, and I chose not to respond. Then she continued, “Can’t we just go out and find a preacher somewhere and get married so I can have this every day?”

“No, Sandra. I’m sorry, but we just can’t do that.”

“Well, where in the hell am I ever going to find another guy who can fuck me like you do? Tell me that, will you please?”