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April, Slut - 3
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)

***

April, a beautiful fourteen year old smart black girl, 
discovers she likes cock... lots of it. (mf-teens, 
youths, voy, inc, intr, mast, oral, anal, orgy)

***

April's visit had taken up only about forty minutes. 
But it was valuable time and Alex had to hurry in order 
to get everything ready for opening. Tom Stafford was a 
good guy but could be a grumpy old dude and the man 
liked things done in just a certain way. He usually 
arrived by ten and it was twenty of by now and Alex 
hurried April into her clothes. She barely had time to 
tie her laces when he unlocked the night entrance and 
shooed her out the door. 

She walked out into the sunshine a pretty proud pup: 
she had come for another pull on Alex's delicious dick 
and got what she wanted, and the pride showed in her 
walk. Her figure could set off the radar of men a block 
away and that's just what happened when Tom, who had 
just parked his car down the street from the Arcade, 
spied her.

"Who is this tough bitch?" he thought to himself the 
instant his eyes fixed on her. A moment later he 
realized it was April, the child of the women he'd been 
fucking for years. He'd been watching the girl blossom 
over the past few summers and was delighted to have not 
recognized her momentarily, pleased to be unexpectedly 
stunned by her sexuality. 

He was not above thinking how he'd like to fuck the 
child, how good his cock would feel between such hot 
young thighs. Not that he was displeased with what her 
mother had to offer him. She was a very good looking 
sensuous woman who could please a man like him 
completely. But her daughter presented a temptation few 
men could resist. April looked like an apple fallen not 
far from the tree. And such ripe and perfect young 
fruit had to be eaten, otherwise it would spoil 
quickly. And actually, this was not very far from how 
April felt about herself too.

These thoughts began to stir his middle aged cock to 
life. She was walking up the street toward the car and 
as she got closer so did his dick grow harder. Creases 
of denim radiated from the crotch of her shorts. The 
sun cast shadows under her nipples. He was in a 
momentary panic. He couldn't avoid saying hello to her, 
but if she stopped to talk, she might notice his hard-
on. 

She did finally notice him sitting there and came over 
to the car. He rolled down the window on the passenger 
side. Christ! there were so many hot teenage cunts 
crawling over the island in summer; there were so many 
of them jammed into his Arcade at night, flaunting 
their hot browned bodies for the boys to notice. 

Tom drooled over them all the time, and here was one of 
them now sticking her beautiful head through his car 
window. He had tried to keep April out of his sexual 
thoughts as much as possible because of her mother, 
because of Alex and all the complications involved. But 
it was impossible with girl like her, who had all the 
appeal of a grown women, only smaller sized. 

"Hi," she smiled at him, as she leaned down toward the 
window. As she bent forward he had a view over the top 
of her open blouse and could see well into the cleavage 
of her firm breasts. Her skin was as beautifully 
radiant and flawless there as on her face.

"April! How nice to see you," he said with mock 
surprise and exaggerated formality. "You need a ride 
someplace?" he added without thinking and because he 
could smell her fresh cleanliness and it made him 
nervous. She accepted the offer immediately and without 
any suspicion because after all this was Tom, whom she 
had known for years and for a child her age adults 
simply existed to serve the needs and interests of 
children, and for money. 

If the thought even crossed her mind about Tom and sex, 
she hardly took seriously a person of his age even 
thought about sex much, and she certainly couldn't 
possibly conceive being turned on by a man, and a white 
one at that, whom she regarded with as much sexual 
interest as, say, a lawn mower. 

But he was handsome, with wisps of gray at his temples 
and she was proud he was her mother's lover. 

With April seated beside him now he had to force all 
his powers of concentration in order not to make a 
foolish mistake. She had asked him to drive her to 
Edgartown, where she intended to do some shopping. 
Perhaps there was another, more sexy bathing suit she 
needed to purchase.

Poor Tom. His hard-on was raging and he desperately 
wanted to squeeze it and he could feel its head getting 
wet. April, either out of innocence or perverseness, 
was sitting with her left leg cocked and her left foot 
tucked under her right knee, her thighs open about as 
wide as they could be without actually bumping Tom. As 
he maneuvered through the town traffic and on to the 
road toward Edgartown, he stole slight quick glances at 
the wonderful sight beside him. He stared openly when 
she turned to look out the window. Her breasts, so 
beautiful and perfectly formed and high were affecting 
his breathing, causing it to become shallow and 
strained.

If the silence in the car was causing April any 
discomfort Tom was in no condition to notice, as he was 
barely able to keep his thoughts arranged logically.

"Please," he thought with guilty stealth, "please 
April...how beautiful it would be...please let me slide 
my dick into you. Can I? Please let me suck your 
tits...I could make you feel so fine... please, baby, 
let me eat your pussy... young pussy, I'll eat it for 
you real good. I'll bet you'll like it. I'll bet it's 
sooo sweeeet! Ah, yes. You can have this hard dick. 
Just feel it! I fuck your mother with it! I'll show you 
how. Don't be afraid. All you have to do is suck on it. 
That's right. Oh jesus. Just like that. Ah! Oh you 
little bitch!"

As the car moved along the beach road toward Edgartown, 
his teenage passenger savored the post-fuck throb in 
her cunt put there by Alex's marvelous cock. She was 
unaware of the driver's lascivious thoughts about her 
and would have been genuinely shocked had she known.

"So! April!" Tom blurted, startling her with his 
loudness, "how was school?" You finished what, ten days 
ago?"

"Oh," she sighed, "oh, it was just fine." These adults 
always asked the same stupid questions and never 
listened to the answers anyway. He probably was going 
to ask her now what grade she'd be going into.

"What grade will you be going into?"

"Tenth," she said, and into order to make it easier for 
him, added "I like it a lot and I'm gonna stay on the 
school paper and be an assistant editor next year. My 
grades are pretty good. I like to write. But I might 
join the debate team because I'm thinking maybe being a 
lawyer. I'm still on the soccer team. My advisor thinks 
I should start thinking about colleges even now. I 
don't want to, do you think I should? — I want to enjoy 
high school more before I do that. Then one of my 
English teachers said I was a good poet and should 
write more."

Then she giggled and stopped talking because she wanted 
to blurt out: "And I just got my brains fucked out by 
my cousin Alex right on your couch!"

He giggled too because he thought she was as nervous as 
he, and he couldn't think of anything to say. Soon the 
car was passing the beautiful large homes on the edge 
of Edgartown. Then the streets became narrow and 
covered in canopies of trees. He pulled to the curb in 
front of the Harbor View Inn, where she said she would 
get out.

Her slender hand was on the door handle when Tom 
stopped her.

"Wait! I have something for you."

She looked over at him with a quizzical smile and 
waited while he fumbled out his wallet.

"I want you to have this. When is your birthday?—this 
is for your, ah, birthday. Right? Here!" He handed her 
two twenty dollar bills and, looking her in the eyes, 
continued "you're getting pretty grown up now and can 
use this, right? Sure, take it" and he thrust the money 
at her.

"Mr. Stafford! Thank you. Thank you very much." she 
beamed. She was surprised that her mother's employer 
seemed to have recognized she was no longer a child, 
and that pleased her. "Yes, I just had my birthday!" 
she declared, then added, "...my half birthday!" She 
laughed, flashing her dimples and leaning forward to 
plant a firm full kiss, warm and tender, on his cheek. 
The youthful smell of her close body sent a spasm 
through his groin and tightened his balls. Then the 
next moment she sprang out and was gone.

He watched her ass as she moved down the street. He 
watched her dreamily and thought that kiss, and the 
sight of her lovely bottom, was well worth a measly 
forty bucks. For her part, April, as she swung through 
the door to go into her favorite clothing store, amused 
herself by noting that Mr. Stafford was a handsome old 
dude and she could understand her mother's attraction 
to him, but really, a man his age should not wear 
shorts that showed his hard-on like that.

Tom sat with an ache in his balls. It only increased 
his frustration further now that he was able to touch 
himself as he wished the teenager had. He drove off and 
took a different route back to the Arcade. Near the 
airstrip he pulled off onto a little used rutted dirt 
road. Back where it became almost a trail surrounded by 
high weeds he stopped the car and got out. 

In the silence all he could hear was the warm brisk 
wind moving large puffs of fair weather clouds across 
the center of the island. He let his shorts drop around 
the scuffed running shoes at his feet. His dick, which 
had never lost its hard from the time he picked her up, 
was stimulated further by the wind. He slipped back 
into a dreamy state. He imagined the girl kneeling 
before him and soon shot one of his biggest loads in 
years.

***

Across the beaches of the island the surf continued its 
ancient rhythm. Cali and Alex had an old rhythm too, 
young as they were. 

Cali would not let Alex fuck her since she was "saving" 
this part for some special occasion. But the fifteen 
year old would suck him off on a regular basis, and he 
would frequently lap her pussy which she held open to 
him, the better to reach her clit. Alex liked her taste 
a lot. She was always sweet and clean and fresh. He 
taught her to suck his dick when she was twelve, three 
summers ago, after they had been wresting and playing 
around the ball field after dark. 

A small group of boys and girls had gathered there to 
smoke forbidden cigarettes, make smutty talk, and to 
cop whatever feels of each other they could manage away 
from the lighted streets. April was too young to be 
there. Everyone was on their own on these occasions, 
but this particular night Cali and Alex seemed to hover 
around each other a lot. 

Eventually the group broke up and the two youngsters 
slowly drifted away in the darkness, and under the 
trees in back of the shed at the far end of the field 
she went down on him. Now, having practiced on Alex so 
much, she could be rated one of the most experienced 
cocksucking teens on the island. 

She was leisurely licking the last dribbles of come 
from the crevice at the end of his cock as he watched 
her with half closed lids and a contented, dreamy gaze. 
She held it at the base as it began to soften and curve 
to one side.

Alex was grateful for all the pleasure she had given 
him and he was sure Cali felt likewise. They both liked 
sex a lot and also liked each other and had become 
practiced in satisfying each other's physical needs 
without ever feeling the pressure to become emotionally 
involved on a level deeper than that. He bought her ice 
cream cones and other treats and she in return gave him 
the little plastic trinkets and gadgets that teenagers 
like. So Alex did not feel he was over stepping himself 
when he suggested to her that next time they try to 
include April in their sex play.

This immediately set off many wonderful images in 
Cali's mind, not the least of which was that she might 
have the opportunity to go down on a girl, something 
that fascinated her ever since she heard about it. And 
it was all the more appealing too because April was a 
beautiful young girl indeed.

Then Cali remembered.

"But she's your cousin. Are you..." she continued 
hesitantly, "are you going to fuck your cousin.? She 
was more curious than shocked.

"Wellll nowww," Alex chuckled, "whadaya think: I 
already have—a couple times!"

"You dog...you slimy dog," she declared with mock 
surprise. Then she added with obvious awe: "Shit... how 
cool! totally," evidently relishing the image this 
conjured in her head. She bent down to take a long wet 
lick on his dick. "You dirty bastard! You'd fuck your 
own sister wouldn't you?" A reply was not needed or 
expected because Alex didn't have a sister. But Cali 
and Alex both knew what the answer was.

"Where can we do it?" she asked him. 

Alex smiled a big flashing grin.

***

Tom went back to Oak Bluffs and the Arcade. After 
checking with Alex and assuring himself everything was 
normal, he went into the storage room. His nose told 
him it had been recently used. Floating above the smell 
of old wood and new cardboard was a sharper acrid smell 
he couldn't quite identify. Near the couch the smell 
was stronger, and there was a damp stain on one of the 
cushions. 

He leaned over to sample the odor better, and then 
broke into a smile. They were fucking! he thought. 
Jesus, she was pretty young—and, they were cousins! 
Shit. But they must have done it, given the evidence. 
Of course! He wondered what the hell April was doing 
with Alex so early in the morning, what was so 
important that she had to come to the Arcade before it 
opened. He was screwing her! That little devil, that 
little bitch! He was going to tell her mother... Yeah. 
Like hell he was. He wasn't going to do any such thing. 
He was going to get his dick into her too! Mother and 
daughter both. What a nice thought!

***

Aaron., the object of April's appreciative gaze on the 
ball field just after she had lost her virginity now 
almost a week ago, encountered her while he was out on 
his bike.

He was always aware of her presence and if he let 
himself study her too long he would inevitably get an 
erection. They had rarely spoken because he was very 
shy. The slender lad wore braided and beaded hair, and 
had the palest pair of tender ice blue eyes. Like most 
of the negroes that lived in Oak Bluffs he had fair 
skin, his unmarked by the blemishes often afflicting 
adolescent boys in the grip of their hormones. 

Aaron's hair had that iridescence that faithful 
applications of henna produces and which set off the 
glow of his complexion all the better. He had a rather 
angelic looking face and this, set on an already 
delicately made body that he moved with precision, gave 
him the general appearance of a gamin-like creature. He 
is very appealing to girls, and boys who don't know him 
suspect he is queer.

He badly wanted to loose his virginity for over a year, 
and when stimulated by even mildly pleasant events, 
would get a hard-on. On this occasion he met April on 
her skates near the post office. They fell in next to 
each other and continued moving. She remembered gazing 
at his crotch at the ball field. 

She half consciously guided their route down toward the 
nature sanctuary, along the path that ran behind the 
beach. The sun was hot even though only half the 
morning had gone by, and their bodies were soon damp 
with sweat. She was a few feet in front of him dressed 
in gray cotton stretch tights molded like skin against 
her fine legs, and a loose white t-shirt anchored by 
her nipple points. He was riding with a hard-on held 
tight by his spandex cycle shorts, each pump of the 
peddles irritating his dickhead pleasantly. 

He could not keep his eyes off her, especially her ass. 
He noticed too how other men they passed checked her 
out, some with undisguised leers. They moved faster. 
They raced. When the youngsters stopped for water they 
said little to each other but stared directly into each 
other's eyes. Their faces glowed with perspiration, 
their hearts pounded, their lungs sucked for air. Aaron 
was certain some unspoken understanding had passed 
between them, especially when April made obvious her 
look at his swollen crotch. 

They got back on the path and peddled furiously. There 
was a challenge of strength between the two, and they 
pushed themselves against their own limits. Their 
clothing was soaked. Sometime later, when April was 
certain where they were, she guided him off the road 
and into the woods. It was the same spot she had been 
in when she spied the white college kids fucking.

He tried to make some small talk but it was a feeble 
attempt. April was sure they were hidden when she 
grabbed his beautiful head and gave him a very 
passionate kiss. He responded instantly, grinding his 
crotch against her instinctively, their heated bodies 
now all the more hotly energized. She opened her mouth 
and he jammed his tongue into it violently. He pushed 
her down, almost tripped her, and spread himself on top 
of her. 

He used his greater weight to pin her down and 
flattened himself on her, making little grunts and 
weeping noises and pressing her against the ground. The 
hot smell of their bodies was intoxicating to each, 
along with the fragrance of the dead leaves and warm 
earth around them. Overhead, large fair weather clouds 
covered and uncovered the sun in turns. The breeze 
rustled the leaves and made the birds twitter 
nervously. The two horny teens could hear nothing but 
their own lustful sounds.

He turned her over roughly and spread her legs open 
then flattened himself against her again. His movements 
were quick and insistent and didn't seem to take notice 
of her at all. With Alex, thought April, it had been 
more like a ballet, but with Aaron it was as though she 
was a rag doll. He seized her ponytail and yanked her 
head back. She was startled. He ground his cock against 
her ass with brutal force. He took nibbling bites along 
her neck and ears, and not too carefully. He held her 
wrists tight and pinned her arms close to her sides, 
and his fingernails scratched her skin. Alarmed, she 
called his name, but he ignored her. He was excessive, 
he was out of control. He seemed to be beyond a point 
of self-awareness and it scared her. 

Gradually, April realized she was being raped. It 
wasn't like she did not want his cock, just that he was 
ignoring her and treating her like a thing, a thing to 
rub his hot cock into until he came. And she didn't 
feel she could stop him. A wall of terror blacked out 
her consciousness for a split second. But April was a 
quick thinker. She choked the lump of fear that griped 
her stomach. She commanded herself to be still. She 
stayed calm and lay still under him until part of his 
raw energy had spent itself. 

Soon, he let go of her hands and lifted some of his 
weight off her and she knew that the danger, if there 
really had been any, was passed. It wasn't going to be 
rape; it wasn't going to be like the awful stories you 
read about in the papers, or anything like that. She 
knew she was going to be ok. It sent a chill through 
her to think what a real rape would be like. In the 
terrified darkness she had seen her mother's face and 
it said: "you will survive this. Let it be a lesson."

He seemed like such a nice boy, beautiful and pretty, 
and you would think he'd be more sensitive, but all his 
shyness had kept a torrent of sexual energy pent-up, 
and solitary masturbation could not relieve it. Now, 
the stimulation was more than he could bear. He turned 
her over again and she could see he was crying and 
trembling. She did not move. She could understand. She 
stroked his hair and called his name softly. "Poor 
Aaron" she thought, "you're so pretty. You're going to 
die young." 

He dived into her hot pussy, mouthing and tonguing the 
damp cloth there. This, and the little sounds of abject 
lust he was making, gradually overcame her resistance 
and she started to respond, lifting and opening her 
legs wider, the better for him to reach her with his 
head. What he was doing now was more like she was used 
to and wanted. What he was doing now was getting her a 
little dizzy, now loosening April's own control and 
synching-her-into-his animal rutting.

"Fuck," she began to repeat to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, 
fuck your dick into me Aaron! Do it! Come on, Aaron! 
Shove your tongue in my pussy!" She suddenly threw him 
off and ripped off her shorts. She fell onto her hands 
and knees with her ass pointed at him. "Lick my 
asshole, you bastard! You want to fuck me, don't you?" 
She began to sob as the tension he had caused in her 
broke.

He fell to his knees and did what he was told.

comments welcome: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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