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CHAPTER TWO

At the very moment that her father was pouring a load of hot cum into the whore's ass, Carrie Fuller was fantasizing that her dad would someday do the same for her. She had harbored the same dreams about her father ever since her mother had run off with an insurance salesman during Carrie's thirteenth year.

Carrie had taken over the household duties in every way. She did her father's laundry, cooked his meals, and became his confidant and his companion in every way but one: in his bed. And now her incestuous desire had reached unbearable proportions. But she didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know how to seduce her handsome father and put out the fires of lust that burned hotter every day in her young body.

So, while her father was out somewhere stilling his own desire, Carrie was settling for one of her boyfriends from school.

His name was Michael Johnson. He was a handsome, athletic boy, just a few months older than Carrie. He had the same youthful sexual desires as the girl, but, unlike Carrie, he as yet didn't have the guts to do anything about them.

Carrie was an angelic-looking teenager, with long blonde hair and beautiful tits that gleamed like pink cherries through the thin material of her blouse. She was like a doll, like a fragile work of art. But the tight shorts outlined a cunt that was ample, and obviously already wet from the anticipation of getting fucked.

Just the sight of her braless tits under the blouse had given young Mike a glorious hard-on, which didn't escape the girl's curious eyes.

Up until then they had just been kissing on the living room sofa, but when Carrie saw the boy gazing lovingly at her breasts, she decided to go further than that.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like my breasts?"

"Yeah, oh jeez, yeah!"

"You can touch them if you want."

The boy wasted no time. He placed his trembling hand over first one, then the other firm globe, kneading the pliant flesh hungrily.

"Ohhhh, Mike, that feels good!"

"Yeah, it feels good to me, too!"

"But, you know what?"

"Huh?"

"It would feel better if I was naked and you could feel real skin!"

"Jeez, Carrie, are you sure you…?"

But she never gave him a further chance to protest. The young blonde had been waiting a long time for a cock, and she had decided that Mike's would be the one.

Mike was staring at the floor, not knowing exactly what to do next, when he heard the unmistakable rustling of clothing being removed.

Slowly, his head raised up and her bare feet and legs came into view. She was moving slowly, looking straight at him, removing her shorts. Her brown limbs and hips were silky soft and lean, like those of a young colt. Mike gasped sharply when he realized that she had been wearing no panties. She stood before him now, completely naked.

Mike's cock jerked in his pants as he stared at her youthful beauty. Her high-set breasts quivered slightly with excitement, her tiny waist tapering down to the voluptuous curve of her hips. Her belly had a fine line of blonde hair down the center, and this line continued on down to touch the wispy triangle of her cunt.

Mike felt another jerk in his pants, and his cock began to ache.

Carrie turned from him for a second, and bent over to pick up her clothes. The full-rounded moons of her buttocks gleamed in the dim light, driving the boy crazy with the unimpeded view of the narrow, hair-lined furrow up between her legs.

He held his breath as she walked away from him back to the sofa. The cheeks of her luscious ass jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took.

Mike was awed by the fact that she seemed so much more mature and worldly than he.

He had never made love to a girl, really. Once a girl had let him put it in her, but had pushed him back out and scrambled quickly away when she felt he was going to come inside of her.

The erection in his pants had risen to its peak by now, and the tight material of his jeans and underwear hurt as he pushed down, trying to find a more comfortable position. But it only helped for a moment.

Carrie was standing at the sofa now, gazing dreamily across the room at him, and when she spoke, the softness of her voice sent chills down his spine.

"Don't you want to make love to me, Mike?" she whispered.

"Jeez, Carrie, do… do you really think we should?"

"Come here… over here." God, she thought, what a baby he was! And, for the hundredth time she wished it were her father instead of this immature boy standing there and gazing at her naked body.

Rushed with excitement, Mike started across the room. No thoughts of resisting her were in his mind, but his own inexperience slowed his steps and made him slightly hesitant.

As Carrie pulled him close to her, he bent down over her, still fully dressed. He suddenly felt a self-confidence that he had never experienced before. His emotions seemed to be on a see-saw, up one moment and down the next, but right now they were definitely up – up like his painfully swollen cock. The taste of her lips was sweet. He felt himself grow dizzy as the hungry kiss continued, and he felt Carrie's arms clinging around his neck, pulling him down on the sofa beside her. Her sun-bronzed body squirmed against him, and he could feel her nakedness even through his clothes.

"Let's get you naked, too," she said softly, at last pulling her lips from his.

Mike frantically struggled out of his clothing. Then, turning back to her, he saw the thin, hair-lined lips of her pussy clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. She raised her arms in invitation to him, and he awkwardly stretched his body out beside hers op the sofa.

The large full mounds of her breasts stared up at him wetly, as though they had been oiled, and her ripe nipples glistened and throbbed as she ran her own fingers slowly over them.

Mike had never seen anything so erotic as the way the twin peaks responded to her touch. They perked and grew hard and stiff. He longed to touch them himself.

"Jeez, Carrie, you're beautiful," he stammered, staring down at her nakedness.

"You're beautiful, too," she replied, smiling up at him. She lay quietly on her back, confident of her beauty and her power over this young boy. "You're something special, Mike. Have you been with many girls?" Her voice was husky and low.

"Not enough; not nearly enough," he choked, gazing hungrily at every inch of Carrie's luscious body, his eyes feasting on the soft swollen mounds of her tits, roaming down along the gently heaving rib cage to her tiny waist, then to the inviting V between her tanned thighs.

Carrie reached up and curled her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. She felt light as a feather beneath him, supple and soft. Her body was glued to his as though it belonged there. She rubbed her thigh up against his cock as he began to grind his lips harshly onto hers, bringing his throbbing cock to an almost unbearable hardness.

He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the throbbing tip, wetting the soft mass of her pubic fur. Carrie continued to massage him, using her entire body with a motion that threatened to make him come right there. He could feel the pressure budding dangerously in his balls. His mouth pressed harder on hers, his tongue snaking out and flicking between her teeth to find it's mate. She sucked hungrily on his stabbing tongue, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth.

Then she drew her face away from his. "Oh, Mike, make love to me. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me with it! I've waited so long for it!"

Her words jolted him. He pulled back and looked with awe down at her, lust-contorted face. "Jeez, Carrie, you mean this is your first time?"

"Yes – but I want it!"

"No."

"What?" Her eyes snapped open and she bolted upright on the sofa. "What the hell do you mean…"

"I can't, Carrie."

"The hell you can't! You're hard as a rock!"

"Oh, don't get me wrong," the boy whined. "You're beautiful and I want to… but, damn, Carrie… a virgin. I can't…"

"Shit!" the young girl howled, and spread her legs wide, pointing the gaping pink furrow of her cunt directly at his face. "I want to come!"

"We can come," he gasped. "I mean, without fucking."

"I want to fuck, you idiot!" the half-crazed girl cried.

"No. I got a better idea. You bring yourself off, and I'll beat my meat. That way we can watch each other come!"

It wasn't really what the young blonde wanted, but it was better than nothing. Then she saw his hand begin to work itself up and down on his throbbing shaft and the lewdness of the act and his suggestion became more and more exciting to her.

"C'mon, Carrie, it's kicks… you'll see!"

Suddenly, just the idea of it aroused Carrie to wild heights of passion. The boy's innocence, combined with the beauty of his youthful cock, made her readily agree.

"All right," she gasped. "We'll do it that way."

"Start with your tits," he said, gripping his cock and pumping frantically up and down.

Carrie cupped the bottoms of her heavy globes and squeezed them into conical peaks. She rolled them around and around on her chest, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples and tickling them with her nails until they were hard and erect.

Mike kept running his hand up and down his cock as his eyes darted from the magnificent shape of her tits to the pink, flowing gash of her pussy. "Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes fascinated at watching him stroking his dick. "Yes, it feels good to play with my tits."

"Spread your legs wider so I can see more of your pussy!"

Carrie spread her legs wide apart. The lips of her cunt opened wide and she watched the boy's reaction. His mouth opened slightly and his tongue flicked across his lips.

"Play with it, Carrie. Play with your pussy," he urged, his voice squeaky.

She put her hand between her thighs and stroked the downy growth of cunt hair. Her fingers outlined the lips and stroked up and down the length of the slit. Clear, sticky juice began to ooze from the hole, and she massaged it all over the lips with her fingers. She stuck her finger in and stirred round and round, making a squishy sound. She heard Mike sigh and settle back, his hand a blur as it flashed up and down the length of his dick. She let her finger play on her clit and massage it until it was hard and throbbing. She moaned softly and wiggled under the motions of her finger.

"Tell me how it feels," Mike moaned.

"Mmmmm, it feels good," she sighed. "It's getting all hot and sticky and… now I'm adding… another… finger… mmmmm!"

She pushed the two fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. He watched the gaping hole close and squeeze around her fingers. "Ohhhih, Mike, I-I'm about ready to come!" she cried. "It's getting better and better. So hot, ohhh, so hot!"

She thought of her father and wished he were there, pushing his hard cock in and out of her cunt until she exploded. She pushed her fingers faster in circular motions and in and out. Juice dripped from her pubic hair and ran down her thighs. The slurpy sounds of her finger-fucking and the boy's heavy panting filled the room.

"Ohhhh, Mike… I'm cominggggggg!" she suddenly shrieked.

The boy leaned forward, his eyes intent on her pussy. His hand pumped wildly on his cock as he watched her cunt swallow her hand time and time again. "Wow!" he gasped as he saw her body writhe in volcanic fits of self-inflicted passion.

"It's good, huh? It must be really good!" he panted.

Carrie lay back on the sofa and drew her legs up and stroked faster, her head thrashing from side to side. "Aaaaah, aaahhh! Yes, it's soooo goooood!" Her hips bounced, pushing her cunt up to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Her climax broke, making her body shudder with pleasure. She moaned and writhed wildly as she came, her fingers probing and pushing deep into the slick hole.

Slowly, slowly, her orgasm ended and she lay still, panting and sighing.

"Did you come, too, Mike?" she finally breathed, knowing full well he had. His cum was all over his belly and thighs as well as soaking his hand where it still continued to pound up and down on his cock.

"I-I shot once," the boy chocked, "but it's still hard and it still hurts!"

Carrie was amazed. The boy had gushed and gushed his youthful sperm, and yet his cock looked harder than ever. Her mind darted back to her own desire for a hard cock in her cunt. Mike had come, but his meat still ached with desire.

Should she attempt to tease him into fucking her? What I need is a good hard cock that can fuck me good and come, and fuck some more. But no, she thought, not this boy.

She reached out and replaced his hand on the rigid young pole with her own. "Here, Mike, let me do that for you."

"You still want me to fuck you, Carrie?"

"No, not now," she said. "Maybe some other time."