Chapter 5: Adjusting Ann's Attitude

Next day Ann didn't show up for school and, when she did the following day, she avoided me. It was Monday before I had a chance to talk to her.

"Are you mad at me, Ann?" I whispered when I joined her sitting alone at a table in the library.

"Shouldn't I be? You treated me like a slut. You ruined me."

"But... like... you wanted to, didn't you? And you did it before with someone else?"

"That doesn't count... he raped me... and so did you... sort of."

"But darling... " Damn. How was I going to get her back to the house again? She was the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the school. "I'm sorry, Ann... I thought you wanted to? Come study with me tonight and I promise that I won't try anything... please?" My promise was predicated on my expectation that my schoolmate had enjoyed our lovemaking enough that deep down she wanted more.

"No! Absolutely not!" and she looked at me with a severe expression, like a strict teacher. "I just hope you didn't make me pregnant," she added in a whisper, glancing around to make sure nobody could hear.

I didn't exactly give up on her but, by the end of the week, I was looking for other solace. The object of my attention was Betty, a short, buxom girl in Grade Nine. Rumour had it that Betty was putting out for Grade Twelve guys and also one of the male teachers and that she 'fucked like a mink'. And, when I made conversation with her in the hallway, the way she simpered and thrust out her big tits at me seemed to confirm the rumours.

By chance, Ann came by and, although she pretended not to notice us, I could see that she looked closely. Was she jealous? Maybe? For the next few school days I made a point of talking often to Betty, especially at times when I figured Ann would see us. The thought of screwing the sexy youngster was appealing but, with her reputation, fucking her did not rank with getting into Ann again. And it worked.

"Uh, Joe? Like, I'm having a lot of trouble with Trig? Can you? Like? Can you come to the library with me and help me tonight?"

"I don't like working in the library, Ann. But you could come over to my place... I promise I won't... you know?"

"Uh, I don't know, Joe? Do you mean it? Promise?"

Mrs. Baxter had just left when I heard a timid knock at the back door and I let Ann in. My room was set up again as it had been the first time, including the trick leg on the bench. Needless to say, I had no intention of honouring my promise but I suspect that Ann didn't expect or want me to, either. I wondered it there was any significance to the fact that she was wearing the same Black Watch tartan kilt as she had that other, wonderful evening.

Sitting close together on the small bench, it was natural that my thigh was pressed to hers. After a while I began a slow, rhythmic movement with my leg rubbing against hers. She pretended not to notice although it must have been apparent to her that I was coming on to her. Soon I was frequently brushing my arm against the swell of her nearest breast and, when that near-intimacy was not rebuffed, I just leaned closer so that my arm remained pressed to the resilient protuberance.

"Joe? You promised?" my study-partner said softly when I put my arm around her and cupped a heavy tit-melon. "It isn't safe?"

"Can I just kiss you, darling?" and without waiting for an answer, I twisted around and found her mouth with mine. Her soft lips quivered, then parted and then our tongues meshed while I worked my hand under her sweater and t-shirt to fondle her bra-encased breasts.

"Oohhh Joe," Ann sighed, slowly breaking off our kiss. "Will you promise? Just kiss... that's all."

"I promise, darling," and compliantly she let me guide her over to the bed. She knew how reliable my promises were so I have no doubt that she was willing and prepared to permit me some liberties with her luscious body.

Together, horizontal on the bed, her kilt was soon open, her brassiere off and her panties dangling from one ankle of her widespread legs. I was feasting on her big, naked breasts while my fingers were teasing her swollen cuntflesh and clitoris. It had been easier than I'd ever dreamed it would be. Her cunt had been dripping wet right at the beginning, indicating that she had been thinking of this as much as I.

"Oohhh, Joe?" Ann murmured some twenty minutes later as I mounted her quivering frame. She'd opened herself with eager alacrity to my tongue-thrusting, clit-sucking assault on her fat, hairy pussy and I had given her two, maybe even three orgasms. Now I was above her, my eight-inch tool throbbing and hard as a steel bar. "Can I? Like? Use my hand?" and as she asked timidly, she reached down to grasp the shaft.

"Please, darling... just for a minute... let me?"

"Be careful, Joe... it's OK tonight... I just finished my period... but... " and she didn't complete whatever she planned to say as I directed my knob between the soft, swollen lower lips. "Haannhhh," she sighed as I entered the snug, wet well, thrilling to the feel of her velvety cuntflesh surrounding my tool. "Unngh!" she grunted with a hot outrush of breath when the head of my cock bumped her cervix and, with a firm lunge, I embedded the last inch of thick cock into the depths of her vagina.

"Darling... Oohhh sweetheart," I moaned with delight, "That feels so good... you're so hot and tight. Is it good for you?"

"So big... feels so big," my lovely conquest gasped and her words made me feel even better. Shirley had said something like that too but now I was hearing it from a sixteen year old and it meant more. "Did you? Like? Did you cum?"

"Not yet, darling," and I began a slow in-out movement, determined that this time I was going to enjoy a longer ride on her lithe frame. Supporting my upper body away from hers with one outstretched arm, I reached down between our coupled bodies to where my shaft was slowly entering and withdrawing from her juicy cunt. I heard her sharp intake of breath when I found her clitoris and began to massage the slick nubbin.

Very soon Ann's thighs closed on mine, trembling and making little jumps as I increased my tempo. Then her trim hips made an inward roll, followed by a jerky little heave and I knew I was making progress. When I'd fucked her before she'd been merely an acquiescently limp receptacle for my pent-up semen but now she was becoming a participant. She was beginning, albeit awkwardly and tentatively, to fuck back at me.

"Yes darling... Oohhh yesss," I crooned, savouring the clasping envelopment of her hot, soft vagina. As the force of my thrusts increased, her big, floppy boobs bounced and swayed and she began to meet my inward plunges with erratic upward heaves of her firm hips.

"Hunh hunh hurry," my lovely partner panted. Her eyes were wide open and glassily staring up at me, her pretty mouth opening and closing in time with my thrusts. "Hunh hanh hunh hanh," sounded breathily and her lips twisted, her eyes squinted as if she was exerting extreme effort and a long, sibilant moan exited her gaping mouth.

I felt the sudden rapid sequence of contractions of her hotly gripping channel and I fell forward on top of her. My chest rubbed on the cushioning softness of her breasts and I slid my hands under her lush ass, levering myself into her to the maximum depth I could achieve. I could feel the muscles of her ass melons working frantically and her long legs rose to wrap around my hips. My mouth covered hers as I hammered her with short, fierce shunts, her gasping breaths gusting into my mouth and in my loins I felt the huge heat of my own climax.

"Haannhhh," Ann wailed, the sound muffled by my mouth on hers, and she went suddenly limp, her legs falling away to lie jerkily on either side of mine. I made one final lunge and, grasping her lovely ass tightly, I stayed deep inside her as I exploded. My deeply buried cock was bathed by the hot wetness of my ejaculation and my lovely partner twitched and quivered under me, her vaginal muscles involuntarily milking me like a pulpy hand.

"Darling... oh Ann darling... you're wonderful," I sighed as I relaxed on her open body.

"Joe... Oohhh Joe... I hope it's safe," she whimpered softly as her arms went around me and she hugged me.

"Have you done it much? I mean, like, before?"

We were dressed again and sitting on the edge of the bed when, shyly, Ann asked that question.

"No... just once," I lied although it wasn't much of a lie. "Have you?"

"No! Of course not!" my study-partner said emphatically. "Just once... and he raped me."

"Was it bad," I asked, not really believing her.

"I was only twelve and he hurt me. It was my cousin. I hate him."

Maybe she was telling the truth. It didn't matter that much to me anyway. All I wanted was more opportunities to plough that fat furrow, the fleshy ground that he'd first broken. At least I'd had one virgin.

You might say we got into a sort of study pattern, Monday and Thursday, although it was only two weeks. And then, on what would have been our third time after this night, Ann changed the rules.

"We can't, Joe. Not tonight. Not for more than a week. It's not safe."

Ann was essentially naked when she broke the bad news. We had studied briefly and then had got on the bed. I had given her several orgasms with my increasingly skilled oral technique and was aching to be in her, to once again empty my gism into her receptive fuckwell.