Chapter 6

"It always amazes me," Devlin said as she fished Danny's cock out of his pants, "how this thing can be so small it fits in my hand, and yet grow so large I can't hold it in both hands." She sucked the head of his cock. Danny, who'd been surprised to find her waiting naked for him in the bedroom, continued to undress.

"Um, that's good. We, uh, we don't have much time tonight."

"Sue told me," Devlin said. She gently sucked Danny's balls, and then nibbled her way down his length. She ran her other hand across her breasts, feeling their fullness. She dipped a finger between her legs, rubbing herself gently. Sue and Danny were going out tonight, and if the two of them were going to get anything done here she had to be ready when he was.

She rubbed the thick head of his cock across her face. He was getting nice and hard. She ran her hand over the muscles of his tummy, cupped his balls and bobbed her head back and forth on the bulbous head of his cock. She dug the tip of her tongue into the little hole in the pink helmet-shaped head, and then teased the little wrinkled skin under it.

"You do that so well," he said.

"I can do anything well if I enjoy it," she said. She gave his cock one final lick. She wrapped her hands around his thickness and led him towards the bed. He'd finally gotten his clothes off. He joined her on the bed.

She opened her legs and he settled happily there. She guided him down to her sex. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down, coating its head with her wetness and making her croon with pleasure.

"I think you're ready," Danny said.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He grinned. Bracing himself with one hand he put his hand over hers and pushed himself down to her entrance. She arched up into him when she felt him push his tip into her. One thrust, another thrust, a deeper one, and another one that lodged him most of the way in. He pulled back and thrust again just as she did and finally slid all the way in.

"Ah," she said. She ran her hands up over the muscles of his chest and shoulders. She entwined her legs with his. She felt full, completely stuffed with this man. "This is so good."

He drew back slowly, pulling back almost all of the way before thrusting forward again. She rose to meet him. The friction of his thrust sent a wave of heat washing through her. He repeated, and in moments she was matching him thrust for thrust. The bed moved slightly beneath them, and she could feel her breasts wobbling back and forth as they moved.

"This was so unexpected," he murmured. He bent to tongue her nipples, sending little jolts of feeling through her every time he sucked.

"By the time the two of you get home it'll be too late," she said. She began to tighten her tummy muscles with each of his thrusts. She knew she was having an effect on him, she could see it in his eyes. He was focused on her, focused on the pleasure of their bodies, focused on the passions of the moment.

He began to speed up. Each thrust was just a little harder. His belly slapped against her bottom with a meaty sound, and she could feel his balls nudging her now. She tightened her legs, gripping his arms as she felt the heat rising deep within her. She was losing her own focus. Everything seemed to be coming down to him and the marvelous feelings deep inside her.

She could feel Danny's arms tightening. His whole body tensed as he drove himself home as hard as he could. As he shuddered through the first moments of his climax her own awareness faded except for the insistent need of the moment when everything else strained forward in a timeless moment of pure feeling.

She came back to Danny lying half on top of her. His body pressed her down, warm and solid, something she could anchor against. Like him, her breath was coming in gasps. But it was slowing as she relaxed. He kissed her, a deep passionate kiss as a thank-you for these few moments together when there was nothing else but the pleasure they made together.

He finally rolled off to lie beside her. She stretched, full of peace and energy at the same time. She ran her hand up his body, enjoying the feel of him. He caught her hand in his.

"Let's not start any of that," he said. "If you do we might be here all night."

She laughed. "Yeah, we just might." She got off the bed and sat on the chair, legs apart, brushing her hair out. "Well, if you're going out you'd better get dressed."

"I'd better clean up, first," he said. He got off the bed, collected his clothes and carried them into the bathroom. Moments later he started the shower.

Devlin leaned back in the chair. The trouble was she felt absolutely wanton. She wanted to spend all evening in bed with him, riding his nice hard cock to one climax after another. Sunday afternoon she and Jeff had gone to a family picnic and had to keep their hands to themselves. She'd worn tight jeans and a respectable top, but she caught him eyeing her repeatedly. That was okay, she'd kept her eye on him all afternoon, too.

In school she kept thinking about him. She wondered if they'd have time to get together after she started her job. She laughed to herself. It would be very ironic if they had to be chaste through sheer lack of opportunity. Well, if she couldn't have Jeff's body, and that 10" piece of pure maleness that hung between his legs, she would make do with what she had.

Gym class was right before lunch, consequently most girls took a little more time to dress. Today she had lingered even more than normal, brushing out her hair. It was long enough that the other girls didn't mark on this. But when she was alone she hooked her fingers up under her dress and peeled out of her panties. They went back in her locker. She smoothed and tugged at the short black skirt she was wearing until she looked presentable. Too bad she couldn't do that with her top. If she was as small as Sabrina she might be able to get away without wearing a bra, but with her boobs that was just flat out impossible. They'd bounce around so much, and they'd hang low enough, that inside of five minutes every girl in school, and even some of the boys, would know she wasn't wearing one.

When she'd been 14 she'd thought that not wearing any panties would somehow feel different. Then she'd tried it and realized it was the thought that counted. It was the thought that counted. One very thin layer of fabric was the only thing covering her sex from all of the eyes around her. One little accident would reveal her move female place. One careless moment on the stairs, or incautiously bending over instead of squatting and everyone would see her 'womanly charms'. That was part of the excitement. Only she was careful, she did nothing any other girl wearing a skirt wouldn't do. But the thought that she could teased her all afternoon.

Jeff had asked her about what it felt like wearing a skirt. Butch, the first boy she'd ever had sex with, had asked that, too. She'd tried to explain it. A skirt was, well, it was a skirt. It wasn't like shorts. You really couldn't see up someone's shorts. A skirt was dressier than slacks, but not as dressy as a, well, as a dress. And you felt your legs, something you didn't get with slacks or shorts. She'd run out of words before they'd really seemed to understand. It was like answering the question what it felt like to have a dick hanging between your legs. They couldn't explain it because they'd always had one. She couldn't explain what it felt like to wear a skirt because she'd always worn a skirt.

Of course the moment she'd gotten home she'd changed into jeans, with panties; her mother would see the panty line if she didn't. Of course the moment she'd gotten upstairs at Danny and Sue's, both panties and jeans had gone on the chair, along with her blouse and bra.

Now she sat on the chair, one leg up, looking at those clothes. She didn't want to put anything on, but she was going to have to. Her finger stole down between her legs. She could feel a trace of wetness on her thighs. She touched it and licked her finger - Danny's semen. Well, that wasn't unexpected. Normally he didn't shoot that much when he came. She could often pull on her panties and not think anything more of it. But these last few months she'd had to start cleaning up after him. She wondered if he was making love with Sue. Sue had just had a baby a few months ago, maybe Danny had more jism because he wasn't giving any to Sue.

She glanced at the clock. It wasn't that long ago, barely 90 minutes, when she was sitting in Mrs. Murphy's Civics class, all prim, proper and appropriately studious. Now she was sitting in a bedroom, touching herself and feeling Danny's jism ooze out of her. It was quite a change, especially if you figure that in that 90 minutes she'd ridden a bus home, seen her mother off to work, and had sex with a man until they'd both cum.

Reluctantly she got dressed - tee-shirt, jeans and sandals. Danny was done with his shower, so she wandered downstairs to see if there was anything Sue needed.

"Not really," Sue said. "We should be home about 11."

"All right," Devlin said. The baby was nearly ready to go to bed, and the other one would be following in a bit. That just left her, her homework, and possibly the television for the rest of the evening. Oh, and fixing herself something to eat.

"You two have fun. You should get out more often than you do."

"Maybe we will," Sue said. "Now that the baby is sleeping a lot longer, maybe we will."

She saw them off, played with the eldest for a while, fixed herself a sandwich, and settled in for some serious studying. She still felt aroused from their brief time upstairs. But she knew no amount of touching herself would make up for it. She wanted to feel Danny, or Jeff, penetrating deep inside her. No rubbing of her clitoris would make up for that.

Tuesday she woke up early, all turned on from some erotic dream in which Jeff, with a monster cock twice the size of the one he had, spent all night putting it to her in a variety of ways. She felt her panties - they were soaked. She took out the vibrator Sabrina had given her. It was worth a try. She peeled off her panties, pulled up her nightgown, and spread her legs.

She started with it on her tummy, just moving it around, letting it work at its lowest setting. This felt good, kind of nice and relaxing. When she dipped it lower it seemed like the vibration was stronger. She hadn't changed the setting, she was just a lot more sensitive to it than she'd thought. She ran it over the insides of her thighs and around the base of her tummy. The vibrations seemed to slip into her, making her more aware of herself.

She toyed with it, trying it in different places - her nipples felt really tight after she passed it over them. But when she pressed it between her legs, when she pressed it up against her clit, that's when she felt it. It was like it set off something deep inside her. She pressed it harder, moving it around a little, trying to find where it felt best. But that spot kept changing. And moving it around like that felt good, too. She concentrated on it, concentrated on the place where it was touching her, concentrating on the spot where everything seemed to be concentrating.

Suddenly she knew she was going to cum. This wasn't the gradual build-up she got with most guys. This was a sudden, urgent feeling that everything was drawing together in one huge... big... one tremendous... rising... hot... ohmyGodthatissogood... and again... and again.

It was too much. One wave after another, she tried to pull it into her, she tried to push out at it. Everything was gone in one tremendous moment that kept going and going and going.

She caught her breath, pulling the vibrator away and dropping it on the floor. She felt totally relaxed. She felt like all of the tension had drained out of her and she was filled with the peace of completion.

She lay there for a bit, just drifting in the last washes of pleasure. This had been good, this had been very good. Oh, it wouldn't replace a man, but there was no comparison. With a man it was something the two of them did together. Here she had been responsible for everything. She could control it as the need took her. In that way it was good. But she missed having a man with her as they snuggled afterwards.

She took a deep breath, letting it all out slowly. Well, maybe that would come tonight with Danny. She got off the bed and put the vibrator away. She'd have to buy more batteries for the thing, but in the meantime she had her morning exercises to do, she had to shower, dress, do her hair and make-up, and get ready for school.

She put on the one exercise bra that had survived her purge. Slowly, carefully she stretched out, warming up her muscles. She selected a tape at random, slipped it into the player, and assumed the first position. As the music played, as she went through the warm-ups and exercises she had done every day since she was 7, she studied herself in the mirror.

Height, weight, she was still keeping it off and looked nice and trim. Legs, nice and flexible, back, firm. Boobs, too big, of course, and maybe they'd finally stop growing. Waist, very trim, almost that hourglass figure she wanted. Tummy, nice and flat, well, maybe with a little roundness to it, enough that her bones didn't stand out like they did with some girls. For a moment she eyed the triangle of hair at the base of her tummy. What would she look like without it? She wasn't that sure she wanted to know. It'd seemed so strange seeing a grown woman without hair down there, but maybe she should trim it. Bathing suit season was coming up, and she should do something about that. Boys had it easy, they didn't have to do any trimming or cutting. A girl had to get as close to naked as the law would allow, and the suit she'd been thinking about was smaller and tighter than any she'd ever worn.

Exercises over, she took a quick shower. When she stood in front of her closet she considered her options: could always wear a jumper and knee-high socks, or do the same with a skirt and top. She decided to go with slacks. Panties? Um, she had gym today so that was not an option. At any rate her demi-cup bra. And with a couple of pads in the cup she could really push herself up. Have to wear a high-buttoned blouse with it, preferably something solid so she wouldn't show much even through the fabric. Did she really want to do that? She looked through her closet, considering alternatives.

"You look nice and chipper this morning," Sue Ellen said when she met her at the bus stop. Sue Ellen was wearing white slacks and a white blouse.

"I woke up in a good mood," Devlin said.

"Like your outfit. Is this Slacks Day?"

Devlin smiled. "Didn't you see the notice?"

"Sabrina's wearing a dress."

Devlin turned to look. Sabrina was wearing a bright red dress with white stockings. She saw them look and waved. "Everyone looks so colorful today."

"Looks like it," Devlin said.

"Well, I think it's funny," Sue Ellen said. She saw the bus turn the corner, and adjusted her purse strap. "I'm sure people will comment."

"We'll tell them we planned on being patriotic," Sabrina said.

"If we planned it, why are you wearing red?" Sue Ellen asked.

"Because this is the only clean dress I have," Sabrina replied. She tossed her hair with a practiced twist. "Red goes well with blonde hair."

"Depends on the blonde," Devlin said. "That sophomore girl, Marcia Bronson, she's got blonde hair, but most blonde clothes don't look good on her."

"Her skin tones don't say blonde," Sabrina said. "Personally I think she and Miss Clairol work together for her blonde hair."

"Could be," Sue Ellen said as the bus stopped and opened its door. "Could be."

The first comment any of the heard was during lunch. "Devlin? Are you wearing a bra?" Hannah Reynolds asked.

"With boobs that size she has to," Annalee Carter said. She glanced pointedly at Hannah's chest. "Some of us can get by without one."

Hannah blushed, but she refused to be diverted. "No, really, are you? You seem to be, well, moving more than usual."

Devlin dug her fingernails under her bra strap, pulled it up a fraction of an inch and let it snap back so everyone heard it. "Answer your question?"

"Well, yeah, I..."

Devlin gave the girl a patient look. "Do you always go around looking at other girl's bosom?"

"Uh, no, I... uh..."

"Annalee's right," she said. "When you're as big as I am you have to wear a bra, otherwise your back kills you by the end of the day. These things are more of a burden than you'd believe."

"I know, it's just... well, uh..." Her voice trailed off in an embarrassed silence.

"I've thought of maybe having these trimmed back a bit," Devlin said in the silence. "Two weeks ago I had a physical, and the doctor weighed them for me." She looked down at her chest. "These things weigh like 5 pounds each. I don't weigh much more than a 100 pounds, so 10% of my weight is in my boobs." She shook her head. "That's just plain silly. Some days I feel like a freaking cow."

"Reduce them?" Hannah seemed appalled. "But..."

"And when I go on dates, that's all the boys want to do," Devlin went on as if Hannah hadn't said a thing. "You wouldn't believe how much groping I get. Most guys see my boobs, and forget that there's a person here, too."

That was greeted with silence. "So that's why you don't date much," Marilee said. "I wondered if it might be something like that."

"Jeff doesn't seem to want to grope me," Devlin said. "He's the first guy I've dated who's kept his hands pretty much to himself." He only puts them where I tell him to, she added silently to herself.

"Part of it is his family," Sue Ellen said quietly. "He's got like four sisters, and his whole family belongs to one of those fundamentalist groups."

"Still, it was a relief to dance with a guy who didn't seem to be spending half his time trying to feel me up," Devlin said. "I'm not too keen on his religious beliefs, though."

"So he didn't try to feel you up or something?" Annalee asked.

Devlin shook her head. "And he can dance. Oh, not very well, but he doesn't have two left feet, so that's two things in his favor. Well, plus he's kind of cute in a puppy dog way."

All around her she could see the other gals rethinking their opinion of Jeff. It was like she'd given him some sort of stamp of approval, and now they would check him out again. It was almost too predictable.

"Is he a good kisser?" Marilee asked.

"Mari!" Anna reproved her twin.

"If he is I'll let you know," Devlin said.

"Well, the world certainly has changed," Jaci Anderson said. "First Devlin starts dating, then we go a whole week without a rumor about Sabrina seducing the boys wrestling team, or junior varsity football team..."

"Chess team," Sabrina said. "I love nerds in glasses."

Everyone laughed. "All right," Jaci said, "and chess team. All of them?"

"There's only five of them," Sabrina said, trying to look sweet.

Everyone laughed again. "Is there an Automotive Maintenance Team?" another girl asked, laughing.

"Ugh," Sabrina said. "They'd have grease under their fingernails all the time. And their hands would be dirty. That'd be a real turn-off."

Annalee looked around and then leaned forward. "Tell me, Sabrina. When guys walk, does their thing wiggle back and forth."

Sabrina nodded. "Yeah, it does. But that's not what I look at."

"It's what I'd look at," Marilee said in a low voice.

"A guy can't help the size of his thing," Sabrina said. "No amount of exercise or anything else will make it bigger or do other things. No, I look at his shoulders and, if he turns around, I look at his butt. A guy can do something about those. And you don't need to spend your summers at a Nudist Park to see those."

"That's true," Devlin said. "I saw something on ESPN the other night..."

"Sports?" one gal asked almost in disbelief. "You were watching sports?"

"Men's professional beach volleyball," Devlin said. "Hard bodies in tight Speedo's. I thought I'd about died and gone to heaven."

Several girls smiled at her assessment. "I may have to watch more ESPN," Hannah added.

"Turn the sound down," Devlin said. "All those announcers talking kind of distracts you from the important things."

"I think I saw part of that," Jaci said. She fanned herself. "Devlin's right. For some reason it got very warm in the living room and I don't understand why." Everyone laughed, and somebody changed to subject to something else.

Devlin was about to change for gym when Annalee approached her. "Devlin? Don't mind me asking this, but are you wearing any panties?"

"What kind of question is that?" Devlin said. "That's awfully personal."

"I - I know," Annalee said. "But a couple of the girls were wondering. They couldn't see any pantylines, and, well, you know..."

"No, I don't know. But if you must know, yes I am." She pulled down her slacks. "I found these in a lingerie shop Saturday. See, they're smooth. No elastic bands."

Annalee looked surprised as she stared at Devlin's panties. "Oh. But how..."

"They're made out of some sort of artificial fabric that clings to you," Devlin said. "The piece between my legs is a natural fiber, of course, but the effect is sort of like pantyhose. I thought I'd try these because they're supposed to be smooth. She took a fresh pair of cotton panties from her locker. "I guess they were right. And now if you'll excuse me, I want to finish changing."

Annalee blushed. "Sure. Uh, I hope you didn't mine me asking like that."

Devlin did, but she decided not to make an issue of it. "That's all right."

After gym, after she'd showered, several of the girls wanted to see her panties. Feeling a bit self-conscious, Devlin modeled them. The other gals, especially one or two of the snippier ones, nodded when they saw.

"I thought you weren't, like, you know, you weren't wearing anything underneath your slacks," Tammi Johnson said. "I didn't think you wore a thong, so, you know, I kind of wondered. You have to admit, Devlin, it sure didn't look you were wearing anything under your slacks."

"And now you know better."

"Well, yeah. I don't see how anyone could do something like that, especially if she wore a skirt or dress."

Devlin thought of several of the women at Emma's. "Well, if the guys think I'm not wearing any panties, just think what'll be going through their minds."

"I hadn't thought of that," Tammi said, giggling. "Oh, my goodness, yeah. Of course not much goes through their minds anyway, but..."

"And when I run my hands down my sides it even feels natural," Devlin said. "I'm not sure I'd dare wear these to a dance or something. I get enough hands all over me."

"Yeah, I bet," Tammi said.

Devlin finished dressing in peace, and the whispers behind her back changed

When she got home she skinned out of her slacks and blouse and put on an old casual dress she liked to just bum around in. It was a dark green with horizontal black stripes and managed to convey the air of being casual. She deliberately left off her underwear; she could feel her breasts really moving around on her. Her mother was getting ready for work and didn't notice.

"I may be a little late getting home," her mother said. "This is Cindy Cornwell's last night and we're going to go have some drinks after work."

"Don't have too many," Devlin said. "I'll see you when you get home."

"Well, don't wait up for me," her mother said. She gave her a kiss. "At any rate, I'll see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning," Devlin agreed.

She got her books and a sweater and headed over to Sue and Danny's. Sue had dinner already in hand, and the kids were playing in the back yard, the oldest with a doll, the younger on a blanket while Sue tended an ice cream maker.

"Danny's already home," Sue said. She carefully poured a cup of milk in the ice cream maker. "Dinner won't be for a little while, maybe an hour or so."

"You sure you don't need anything?"

"No, go on up. I'll see you in a bit."

She put her books on the kitchen table. Danny wasn't downstairs. She took the back stairs slowly, wondering if she should take the dress off right then, or wait until she got upstairs. She decided to wait. That way she could get Danny to help her.

Danny was in the bedroom wearing only his tee-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. "You look happy today," he said by way of greeting.

She walked over and kissed him, running her hand up his chest and scratching lightly at his nipples. "It's warm outside, much better than last winter." Her hand slid down to his butt. "You seem pretty chipper yourself."

"I prefer summer to winter," he said. He slid his hand over her body. "Umm, no underwear. Is this a hint?"

"A lot more than a hint," she said. "I start my new job tomorrow, so I don't know how often we're going to get to do this." She slid down his body, unfastened his shorts, and reached for his cock. It was already half-hard. "Something else seems happy to see me, too."

"Well, as you gals keep saying, it has a mind of its own."

"Yeah, I guess." She lifted his cock and began tonguing his balls. Her other hand pulled his shorts the rest of the way down. She sucked one ball gently, and then the other, feeling them move in their little sack. With her free hand she reached between her legs and began rubbing herself gently.

"That should do for starters," she murmured, and sucked his cock directly.

"Um, you cut right to the chase."

"Well, yeah."

She rubbed his nearly stiff cock against her face, feeling its strength. When they were first starting out she couldn't get enough of it. She'd play with it for what seemed like hours. She was fascinated by the way it wobbled, the way it would shrivel up or stretch out, the way it seemed so much a part of him, and yet so independent, too. And she'd learned that it didn't get hard automatically when he saw her naked. She'd asked him about that.

"Guys are turned on by visual things," Danny admitted, "but part of it is mood, too. I can look at a naked girl in a magazine, and it doesn't do that much for me. But if I see a fully-clothed woman while I'm in the right mood and I can get a hard-on that won't quit."

"You're dispelling a myth all of my girlfriends hold dear," she said.

"Oh? Which one's that?"

"That men are simple creatures. Show a bit of tit, show a bit of thigh or hip and a guy is reduced to uncontrollable lust."

"Part of it is mood, part of it is timing," he said. "If you see what you can't have, well, that's titillation, and there are guys who respond to that. But there are guys who'll look at that and shrug. We're not all alike, Devlin. We're not all automatic sex machines, no matter what gals may think."

"It just seems like it," she said. "Guys are always looking."

"Yeah, and you play up to that, too, don't you?"

"Well..." She finally had to nod.

"My point exactly. If you're going to tease us all the time, then there are guys who are going to respond to that sort of thing. The trick is learning to read the guy, find out how much teasing he'll take, and find out just what teasing will do the most for him. When you learn that you'll be a lot more advanced than your girlfriends who think guys are simple.

"Remember one thing: sometimes it isn't what you show that's the tease, it's what you don't show that's the real turn-on. And there are guys, the smarter one who aren't ruled so much by their hormones, who will find the whole package attractive rather than any one piece. If you find a guy like that, hang on to him. He'll love you for all of you, not your boobs or your legs or hair or whatever, but all of you."

She'd kept that advice in mind as she began to date. And very quickly she decided that most of the guys were more interested in her boobs than anything else. Danny had chuckled when she told him that.

"Of course they are. I hate to say this, but it's true. Guys at that age are ruled by their hormones. They're thinking with their dicks. Guys can't help it."

"Is there anything I can do about that?"

He laughed. "Nobody's found a way to get a guy's mind off girls, except maybe in sports. But even then I'm not so sure. A lot of guys get into sports because of the macho part of it, which gets right back to their hormones. Later, after they've grown up a bit, that isn't so. Guys who stay in sports past a certain age stay in because of their ability. And the really good ones learn to use their heads, too, which makes them even better."

"Sounds like you're ruling out most basketball players. I've heard stories about them."

"And a lot of football players, too, at least at first. The good ones begin using their heads about halfway through college. No, if you find yourself interested in an athlete, pick one in a sport that requires a lot of thinking."

Well, Jeff wasn't in any sports, and she thought he liked her for more than her body. At least he'd originally asked her out because he seemed to like her. Of course who knew when they were going to have a chance to date after she started working. She sighed. That was something else they'd have to figure out.