C K Ralston

Overeager teenager

CHAPTER ONE

"So what do you say, little girl? Just you and me, up in the mountains this weekend? We could have a lot of fun in this bus!" Paul Markow leered.

Sheree Sable smiled encouragingly, as if she were thinking it over. Her compact little body was stretched to its fullest length as she leaned off the curb, supporting her weight on the passenger's window casing. Her green eyes examined the lush furnishings of the gleaming new custom van as she flirted with its owner.

"It might be fun at that," Sheree winked, "But I've got other plans."

"Yeah, besides, it's real tough to sneak out for a whole weekend when you're only a teenager, Markow!" Johnny Hollister shouted from a group of guys standing near the truck.

Sheree and the man in the van glared at the big football player and his laughing friends. The group was part of the usual Friday afternoon crowd hanging around the frostie stand. It seemed to Sheree and her friend that the whole place was now watching them along with Johnny's guffawing footballers.

Markow fired up the engine in his new toy. The color was rising in his face all the way up to his hairline.

"That's just great!" he growled at Sheree. "The whole fuckin' town will hear about this by tonight! You told me you were eighteen!"

The embarrassed van owner put his rig in first and let out the clutch with a jerk. The bright yellow truck roared off in a cloud of burning rubber.

"See you later, jailbait!" the disgruntled driver yelled at Sheree as she jumped back from the roaring truck.

The voluptuous teenager put her hands on her well rounded hips and looked daggers at Johnny and his friends. Her lips fanned the word "pricks", and she flashed the group a pair of birds before turning on the heels of her sandals and starting up the street.

She had not taken ten steps, butt waggling sexily in the provocative, swaying walk she had developed, when Sheree heard the thump of a large set of tennis shoes hurrying after her.

"Hey, babe, what's your hurry?" Johnny Hollister smiled boyishly as his long strides brought him even with her.

Sheree appraised the tall athlete coolly, as if she weren't seething inside. With his disarming grin, his super build, and his radiant, All-American-Boy, freckles and red-blond thatch of short hair, she had to admit the big brute had a certain charm.

"Why don't you get lost, Hollister?" Sheree asked him as rudely as she could, speeding up her sexy gait.

"Now, now, what's your problem, foxy lady?" Johnny grinned impishly. "You didn't really want to waste a whole weekend with him, did you? I thought you might like to go to a movie tonight with me instead. Hell, I'll even pay!"

"You are low rent, Hollister," Sheree fumed.

"Come on, foxy, don't be that way, this is your chance to move up in class. You got a stop wasting yourself on losers like Markow."

Sheree was too angry to speak for a moment.

She trudged along, searching for the right response, something that would put this lout in his place. Then, it hit her. Why not use what always seemed to work for her?

"And just why do you want to go out with me, Johnny-honey? Do you want to save my soul or something?" the smile intensified as she saw the big football player's face turning pink.

"Why, Johnny, I don't think you're an evangelist at all! You look just like Markow and all those other guys, the way you're undressing me with your eyes right now!"

Johnny's glance shot up to Sheree's face. The reddening teenager kept his eyes away from Sheree's lush little body.

"Yes, indeed, big guy, you look like a man with evil designs yourself," she teased. "Why, I bet you'd like to take me to that show tonight and feel my boobies. And later, after the movie, I'd put money on the fact that you'd like to get my shorts off and fuck my hot little twat until you pumped it full of cum, wouldn't you, baby?"

Johnny had turned beet-red. His lips opened to deny her chiding accusations, but no sound escaped his mouth.

"Yeah, I know that's what you want, Johnny-luv, all you guys are the same. You just want to jam your big, stiff dicks in my tiny pussy and blast me full of jism."

Sheree shook her head, as if this were the sad state of the world and she understood it fully. They had covered the three blocks from the frostie stand on Main Street to the Sables' two-story Victorian home on Chestnut. Sheree walked slowly up the steps, turning as she reached the porch.

"Oh, well, Johnny, I guess one guy's cock is as good as another," she grinned suddenly. "Why don't you meet me at the show, in the lobby at nine tonight, and we'll see how well you fuck!"

CHAPTER TWO

Sheree stood admiring herself in a mirror of the theater waiting to start her campaign against Johnny Hollister. Sheree was well equipped for the coming battle. Standing a petite five feet tall, with long auburn hair cascading down to her shoulders, Sheree had hips as tight and well rounded as a halved peach.

Carefully examining the outfit which sheathed her frame like a second skin, Sheree was pleased with the effect. The sun had turned her flawless olive skin a golden brown, which sharply contrasted to the bright white of her well-stretched shorts. The golden tan extended everywhere except for the small triangular patches left by her string bikini. She could see the little flashes of white surrounding the dark dots of her red nipples clearly through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

"Just checking out the merchandise one last time, heh, mama?" Johnny Hollister's confident voice came from the lobby doors behind her. "I had to practically beg to get in here tonight," Johnny smiled down at Sheree and put his arm around her shoulder as they started for their seats. "This thing is R-rated. Guess they're afraid we'll see something we're not supposed to see."

Sheree dug her white Peds into the carpet, halting the couple. She flashed a mischievous smile up at Johnny.

"Why watch when you can do?" Sheree asked in a whisper, placing her hand briefly on Johnny's zipper. She winked at him in the darkness.

"You, you mean – NOW?"

Sheree took the big football player by his highly-touted arm and led him toward the street exit. She grinned at him in the dim light of the parking lot as they left the blackened theatre.

"Uh, yeah, why wait? What the hell!" Johnny tried to sound casual, but the tension in his voice was apparent.

The two walked along in the darkness, Johnny's arm drapped awkwardly over the sensuous teenager's shoulder. They crossed the parking lot and headed down Oak Street.

"I, uh, been wanting to take you out ever since you moved into town a couple of months ago," Johnny finally offered by way of conversation. His hand dropped down onto Sheree's jiggling right breast.

"Well, why haven't you?" Sheree asked with a warm smile, making no move to dislodge the huge paw.

"Let's, uh, cut through here," Johnny suggested suddenly, his voice sounding constricted from the excitement he was obviously experiencing. "It's through the schoolyard, and it's private."

Sheree pretended to yawn, pushing her firm young boob even harder against Johnny's palm. "That sounds like a dynamite idea to me, Johnny-luv," she cooed. "I can hardly wait."

It was apparent from the growing bulge in Johnny's pants that he could hardly wait either, which made Sheree smile. If he got excited enough, he might come in his jeans – the ultimate disgrace for a bragging, self-appointed stud like Johnny Hollister!

Johnny suddenly pulled her to him and down onto the moist grass, his lips parting and his tongue delving into the sweetness behind her open lips.

His hands were on her breasts, urgently kneading and manipulating them through the thin cloth of her blouse. Then she felt the buttons being undone and the kiss of the warm summer night air caressing her naked nipples along with Johnny's fingers.

"Oh, Johnny, you hot baby, come on! Come and suck my cool titties," Sheree moaned as she broke off the kiss and lay on her back. She humped her pussy up toward him quickly several times, enjoying the lewdness of her gesture and the startled, tortured look of desire on his face.

With a loud groan, Johnny bent low and took Sheree's nipple in his mouth, his rough-surfaced tongue sweeping around and around the pebbly tip as he sucked passionately with his lips. He twisted her other bud lovingly between his thumb and index finger, telegraphing waves of pleasure down Sheree's spine directly into her tight, contracting cunt.

"Ummmm, good, baby, real fine! Suck my boobies nice now, and Sheree will let you stick that big, hard prick of yours all the way up her hot little pussy," Sheree teased in a low whisper.

"Would you like that, Johnny-luv, would you like to shoot a big, boiling load of cum up into my tight little cunny?" Sheree kept on whispering the words slowly, tantalizingly, as she felt the suction on her tits increase and the throbs of delight strenghtening throughout her steaming pussy. Through half closed eyes, she could see that her words were making the boy lose all control.

This was absolute heaven, Sheree told herself. Soon, very soon now, she would let this fumbling oaf unzip her shorts and finger her to a blistering cunt as he sucked and played with her titties. It had to be soon, her sex-drugged mind told her, before her moistening pussy overflowed with cunt juice and left a telltale stain on her white shorts that would be very hard to explain when she got home tonight.

"Mmmm, feels good, sweetheart, but don't you think it's time for cunt?" Sheree murmured, pushing the big football player away. "Or don't you want my hot pussy? You just know that I want that big, stiff cock of yours soooo bad, right now, lover-boy!"

Sheree could barely contain her laughter. Johnny was coming all unglued right in front of her eyes. He seemed to have lost all control of his hands. First they shot up to his belt and zipper fumbling to free his bulging cock, then he decided to take Sheree's shorts off first, then he elected to leave the tight shorts till last, since he couldn't get them unzipped, and he began clawing at his own stubborn clothing again.

"Aw, poor baby's so hot he can't trot!" Sheree taunted the boy in his confusion. "Here, let Sheree help."

In one smooth motion, Sheree arched her back, lifting her shapely ass off the ground, and unzipped her shorts, shucking both shorts and panties completely off. She lay back and let her knees drop open, spreading her tender pussy wide in the engulfing darkness.

"Right here, lover, my cunt wants you!" Sheree implored Johnny in a husky whisper. She guided his hand to her glistening pink slit.

Johnny came to life as his fingers touched her wet slickness. He gasped with excitement as his middle finger sunk all the way into her and he leaned down once more toward her erect nipples.

"You're too fuckin' much!" the turned on football player growled as he threw himself savagely onto Sheree's heaving tits, licking and sucking and fingering her like a wild man.

Sheree squirmed beneath his renewed attack, getting herself into a comfortable position, savoring the wanton warmth building up in her churning cunt. Johnny was establishing a rhythm, his lips pulling at her stiff, extended nipples in time with his finger thrusting deep into her tight, well-lubed pussy. She caught the timing quickly, eagerly thrusting her mound up to meet him on the downstroke and pulling her aroused clit up the full length of his retreating finger on the upstroke.

Tighter and tighter, Sheree's burning hot cunt gripped around Johnny's pistoning finger. Little yelps of pleasure escaped from her compressed lips as her hips thrashed up and down faster and faster to meet his thrusts.

Shamelessly, the excited girl reached up to cup her own breasts, pushing them together until her tender nipples were taut against each other and Johnny's hungrily sucking lips were enveloping both erect buds at once. She jammed his head down onto her bursting mounds and let her gyrating ass go crazy.

Sheree's mouth hung open, her eyes seeming to roll loose in her head, as she gasped for air and her pussy spasmed wildly around its welcome invader. Johnny's finger hammered into Sheree's grasping pussy like a jackhammer as the come swept over her, and her wriggling ass bucked upward as though she were trying to execute a back roll in an effort to drive her clitty still wilder.

The intensity of the orgasm made the young girl nearly black out as it spread up from her clitoris in waves of mind-shattering sensation, exploding in her bursting nipples, then slamming into lieu lust-filled brain. Her lithe body whipped helplessly about under Johnny's lips and fingers, still shuddering with small mini-thrills of ebbing enjoyment.

At last, the satisfied teenager lay quiet. Sheree stretched out languidly, like a cat beside a fireplace, still bathed in the warm after-glow of her climax. Her floating mind settled slowly back to earth.

Sheree realized hazily that Johnny had straightened up in front of her and that he was rocking back on his heels, tugging at his jeans. As his white under shorts dropped down the heavy muscled legs and Johnny's spear-hard dick bounced into view, Sheree finally shook the cobwebs from her mind and began to react. She reached out and grabbed the thick cock firmly in her small fist and jerked the velvety skin up and down the whole seven inches, working the steely prick faster and faster until she felt it contract in her grip.

"Alihhhh, wait! Don't do that, let me put it in your…" Johnny howled in anguish.

The excitement of Sheree's touch had been too much for the big teenager's inexperienced prick. Huge spurts of hot, creamy cum shot from the tip of his jerking cock as Sheree's practiced hand pumped him dry. A lumpy dribble of sperm slid down his rapidly dwindling dick, running over her clenching fingers.

"Mmmmm, gooey, isn't it?" she said teasingly, dropping his spent cock disgustedly against his empty nut sack. It had all worked out exactly as she had planned it. She wiped her hand off in the damp grass and began pulling her clothes back on.

"Hey, what's this number, baby? Don't get dressed yet!" Johnny pleaded. "I'll be ready to go again in a couple of minutes. You can't go without letting me…"

"Fuck my hot pussy?" Sheree asked, sounding as if she were disappointed about the way things had gone.

"No way, little boy!" she taunted him, getting up to leave. "I was wrong to go out with you in the first place, tonight proved that. Come and see me in a couple of years – after you've developed some staying power, know what I mean, tiger?"

Sheree gave the sprawled out football hero a derisive laugh and started to walk away. He grabbed her ankle with a grip that could crush rock.

"Let's not be hasty, babe!" Johnny's voice was a low growl in the darkness. "I don't think I like your attitude."

He gave Sheree's ankle a squeeze, to illustrate how little he liked her attitude. A sharp flash of pain burned up her leg and she was suddenly worried about the deserted location she had picked for tonight's fun and games.

"Listen, Johnny-luv, I'm a little tired tonight. That first came you gave was a real knockout and I don't think I could give your cock the kind of ride I'd really like to," Sheree lied convincingly. "Why don't we try it again tomorrow night?"

"We can't do anything tomorrow night that we can't do right here and now," Johnny was insistent. "Lay down!"

"Ohh, but we can!" Sheree's mind was racing. "We can have a couple of belts first. I get really turned on and ready for anything after a few drinks and we can take our time and fuck in a bed, instead of the hard ground!"

"Where?" the voice was suspicious, but the vise around Sheree's ankle loosened a little.

"At my place!" Sheree rushed on. "There's a small travel trailer right next to my folks' house, in that vacant lot. I sleep out there in the summer a lot. We could ball all night!"

"Yeah?"

"You bet, Johnny-luv! My folks go to bed at about ten, you show up at around eleven, I'll let you in and," Sheree's voice became a sexy promise, "we can fuck all night long!"

CHAPTER THREE

The next night at ten-thirty, Sheree lay staring up at the stars through the open vent in the trailer roof. She reveled in the feel of the cool breeze pushing at the closed drapes and, the sensation caused by her fingers roaming the hills and valleys of her own nude body.

The nubile teen let her mind drift, knowing it would soon float back to Johnny Hollister and the wonderful come his fingers and lips had given her the night before. That was what was so cool about sleeping out here in the summer – you could finger yourself off all night and no one knew the difference.