Chapter 2

Laurie Simmons sat on the living room couch, watching television. Her low-necked sweater and short, blue skirt showed off her firm, young tits and her long, slender legs wonderfully.

"Dinner will be ready soon," advised her mother as she walked in from the kitchen and sat down beside Laurie. She was a tall, well-built woman with long brown hair that matched her daughter's. "By the way, I got a raise in salary at my job today," she told Laurie.

"Gee, that's great."

"Yes, I really needed the extra money," said her mother. "It's really been rough since we moved into this condo a month ago, after your father died.

But now, things are beginning to get easier for us. My cashier's job down at the grocery store and your father's monthly pension check should bring in enough money to support us."

"That's right," said Laurie. "And his life insurance policy will pay my college tuition when I graduate from high school. Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly remembering. "I promised a friend of mine that I would help her sell some cookies that her club made for charity. I thought I would sell them to some of the other residents in the building. May I go sell them now?"

"Okay," said her mother, "but don't be long. We're having dinner soon."

She grabbed her bundle of cookies and skipped out the door and down the hallway, her pigtails flopping behind her. Turning the corner, she rang the doorbell of the first apartment she came to.

"Yes, what do you want?" the man said as he opened the door. He was a big, husky man with a rough, stubby beard.

"I'm selling cookies," Laurie said, eyeing the huge bulge in the man's crotch.

"Would you like to buy some?"

"Sure, come on in," he said.

She entered his apartment hesitantly. It was a small place with one large room, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. There were dirty clothes and newspapers scattered everywhere. Beer cans were stacked, one upon another, in a corner, and there was a rancid odor in the air.

He studied her firm tits, bulging from her tight sweater, and her long, slender legs. His cock was now straining against his pants.

"What kind of cookies do you have?" he asked.

"I'll show you," she answered. She noticed his hardened cock and it excited her. She extended the assortment of cookies to him, unable to remove her eyes from his bulge. Her pussy was beginning to heat up.

"No, I don't think I want any of those cookies. I want your other cookie."

He knocked the boxes out of her hand, swept Laurie up, and carried her to the bed. Throwing her on his bed, he removed the skirt and sweater from the wildly struggling teen. Without saying another word, he began to fondle her soft, young tits. She resisted at first, but after a few seconds, her aroused body began to respond and she gave in to him.

"Please don't hurt me!" she cried. She didn't hate him for what he was doing. She knew that he was probably lonely and hadn't had a good fuck in a long time. She began to feel sorry for him. "You can do anything you want to me," she said. "I want to please you. I'll do anything you say."

He tore her little panties off and threw them across the room. His hands roamed everywhere-caressing her smooth, flat stomach, moving lower to her tender inner thighs and finally resting on her hot, moist cunt. His fingers separated the folds of skin and explored her little, pink cunt.

"Oh please, fuck me! Eat my sweet pussy! I'm on fire!" Gasping and whimpering and writhing on the bed, she spread her long legs wide to make room for his probing finger.

He inserted his fat finger into her wet, juicy pussy. In and out, around and around, it traveled. She felt a sharp pain at first, but this quickly subsided to be replaced by sheer ecstasy. Her head reeled in sweet agony.

Never before had she felt such pleasure, and in a few short minutes, she came violently, her juices spilling onto his fingers.

"Oh, wow! That felt so good!" she moaned. "Are you going to fuck my sweet, little pussy now?" she asked innocently.

Without answering, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing a long, thick, rigid cock, surrounded by a mass of coarse, black hair. He pulled her off the bed and forced her to kneel in front of him. "I want you to suck my cock," he demanded.

"Yes, I'll do it. I'll suck your big cock. Let me taste your thick prick.

Let me feel your cock in my mouth."

"Suck it good, slut," he groaned as he thrust his stiff cock into her hungry mouth with such savagery that she gagged and choked. Instinctively, she opened her mouth wide as his long cock slid deep into her throat. The strange taste pleased her, and she began to suck him off with fury, her mouth making slurping noises and she enjoyed every inch of his huge cock. He moaned with pleasure, begging her not to stop, as she sucked, jerked, and licked his throbbing prick.