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VIRGIN ON THE VERGE mmmmm/f teen
CHAPTER FOUR
By Dr. Wu
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"Virgin on the Verge" is completely fiction, and any resemblance to
real persons is completely coincidental. However, the teenage game "Five
Minutes" is real, and a popular past time at high school (and even some
middle school) parties, with all sorts of variations.
CHAPTER FOUR
Musical Introduction:
"God, it's so painful when something that's so close/
Is still so far out of reach/
Oh yeah, alright,/
Take it easy, baby/
Make it last all night/
She was an American girl."
-- "American Girl" by Tom Petty
Allison tried to get up out of the beanbag chair, but she was sunk so
far back into it that it was difficult. She realized the boys were all
looking straight up between her legs and she was putting on quite a show,
but she found that when she clamped her knees together it was impossible
to get up.
"Hey Allison, I like the new look!" Brian called out, and the boys
laughed, as did Nikki and Rikki. She blushed furiously. Here she had
wanted so badly to be attractive for these boys, and now they were
mocking her.
"Hey, we're only kidding, sweetie!" Justin tried to re-assure her.
"You know you're the sexiest female in this game."
"Hey!" Rikki said crossly, and punched her friend on the arm.
She had to get upstairs and get into some decent clothes, Allison
thought. This whole game was spinning out of control. On top of that, she
really needed to pee, she realized, which gave her an idea. She'd go
upstairs to use the bathroom, and change into the clothes she'd worn over
here quickly, then re-join the game. They'd make fun of her for being so
modest, but at least she wouldn't feel so vulnerable.
But first she had to get up. Steeling herself, she planted her feet
apart on the floor, reached back with her hands to lift herself out of
the beanbag, and pushed. Putting her arms back thrust her breasts
forward, and her erect little nipples prodded the thin cotton nightie as
the boys all ogled her shamelessly. Then she was on her feet, and
realized something else: She was barefoot. Somehow in the closet, in
stripping off the ruined dress, she'd shed her shoes as well. Oh well,
that was the least of her worries.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," she announced to the room, and found
herself swaying a bit. She was drunk, she realized, drunk from those
shots of Schnapps. How many had she had? She wasn't sure. But with
effort, she walked toward the basement stairs, swaying slightly, trying
to maintain her dignity.
"Hurry back!" Nikki called. "We need you to keep playing!"
"I'll just be a minute," the tipsy schoolgirl answered.
Up the stairs, onto the Roches' first floor. Her clothes were
upstairs, but there was a half bath on this floor. She trotted toward it,
the urgency of her full bladder getting more and more pronounced. She
burst into the bathroom.
"Buster!" she cried, seeing the Roches' German Shepherd curled up
asleep on the tile floor. They must have locked him in here to keep him
away from the guests, she thought. "Get out of here, boy. Go on!"
Buster got up,. wagging his tail. Before she knew what hit her, the
dog's wet nose was poking right into her crotch!
"No, Buster! Leave me alone!" She knew that Buster, like all dogs, had
a strong affinity for crotch sniffing, but this was the last thing she
needed right now.
Buster kept his nose right where it was, sniffing wildly. The Shepherd
whined in his throat, the sexual smell coming off of Allison's young
pussy registering on his doggy brain. He would check this smell out no
matter what!
Allison tried to push the dog's head away, but it was as if he was
glued in place. She could feel his breath on the wet spot on her panties,
could feel his nose pressing right against her clit, which was not alert
to any stimulation at all. To her horror, she felt herself getting even
wetter. It wasn't her fault, her body was betraying her. She was
overstimulated, all that fondling and kissing with those boys, she had
never felt like this.
Buster pressed his advantage, whining and jamming his pointy nose
forward over and over. Oh, it felt so good, Allison thought, and she
started to lean back against the sink and let the doggie nose do what her
body wanted done: to make her cum.
"No!" she wailed, and pushed the dog away firmly. This was too sick,
just way too sick, she had to get a grip, had to pee and get changed. She
staggered to the toilet, peeled down her damp underpants and sat down.
But Buster wouldn't leave her alone. No sooner were her panties down
around her ankles and the urine starting to flow - oh, blessed relief,
the feeling of peeing while drunk! - then the dog leaned down and began
sniffing her juicy white underpants. In a flash, he had them gripped in
his jaws and was tugging on them.
"Oh shit!" the young girl yelled. "Let go, dammit! Come on Buster,
leave me alone." But Buster had a lock on her panties, and was pulling.
The last drops of pee were flowing out when to her horror, the panties
ripped in half. Buster scooted backwards, a large scrap of white cotton
in his mouth; the remainder fell to the floor between her feet.
Allison almost felt like crying. The panties had been the last item of
apparel that had been truly hers. Now all she had was this flimsy little
wisp of a nightgown that she normally wouldn't have even worn in the
privacy of her room all alone, but which was now all she had between her
a bunch of horny boys who wanted to grope her. And as much as part of her
wanted to grope back and be groped, she had to get back into her real
clothes. She wiped herself, cursed Buster again, and opened the door.
"Hey, Allison! We were just about to knock!" There stood J.C. and
Justin, right in the doorway.
:"You were gone kind of a long time, and Nikki said to come get you
and bring you back down for the rest of the game."
She was temporarily stunned, and the alcohol fogging her brain
didn't help. She tried to stammer out an excuse to get away and go
upstairs and get into her decent clothes, but everything she thought of
sounded wimpy. Any way she turned she would be embarrassed.
"Come on, Nikki said time's a wasting!" They moved onto each side of
her and gallantly took her arms, like gentlemen escorting a lady,
although Allison was aware that they each had a firm grip on her forearm
and they were moving her purposefully back toward the basement.
"But I, uh, listen guys, really, I ..." she stuttered nervously.
"Naw, Nikki will be pissed if you're not back right away," Justin told
her. "We've already gone through two turns, and so you're up next." There
were the stairs, and she was moved ahead of the boys, and she was walking
down the stairs, barefoot, still in the nightie, and now even her panties
were gone. She was naked under the lingerie, and would be going back into
the closet in a few seconds with one of these guys.
"Hey, welcome back!" the kids in the basement all cheered. "Come on,
it's Dale's turn!"
"I pick Allison," Dale said. Rikki poured out two more shots of
Schnapps.
The beleaguered girl felt she had to get things back on course.
"Listen, guys, I think I've already had too much to drink. Is it OK if I
skip the Schnapps?"
"Ooh, that's against the rules," Nikki said, a tone of mockery in
her voice. "But if it's OK with Dale, I guess that's what matters."
Allison looked at Dale, a pleading look in her beautiful eyes.
"Sure, you can skip it, Allison," he told her. "But in return for me
doing you a favor, maybe you can do me a favor."
"Oooooooh," the room chorused.
"What do you mean?" Allison asked nervously.
"Come on," was all Dale answered. He downed his shot, took her by
the hand, led her into the closet and shut the door firmly.
"Kiss me," he said, and Allison leaned forward and began kissing the
college student. Soon his hands were rubbing her body through the
nightgown, and she felt the familiar fire burning in her loins. His hands
were on the hem of the nightie, lifting it up to her waist, and then they
weer rubbing were, in front and behind, one hand on her ass and the other
on her pussy. The alcohol was still making her sway slightly, and she
leaned into her partner, moaning. She could feel his hard-on in his
pants, poking into her belly. It felt so big, and she wasn't sure if it
was just her imagination, but it felt like it was radiating heat.
"God, you make me so horny," Dale told the confused teen. "You're
gonna give me blue balls."
She knew what that meant; she'd heard girls talking about it at
lunch.
"It's's not good for a guy, Allison. It's not fair. You're so
pretty, and so hot, and you've teased me and gotten me all excited." His
hand had left her pussy, and she heard the sound of his zipper, and then
suddenly there it was, her first cock, huge and hard and throbbing, right
there between them. She didn't know what to do. A part of her was
curious, wanted to touch it, but she knew it was wrong.
"Touch it, Allison, put your hand on it." He guided her hand, and
then she was touching him, touching her first boy's penis, she thought.
The hand on her ass slipped around and started working on her wet pussy.
A finger found her clit, so moist and pink and throbbing with desire, and
he began to rotate his fingertip against the slippery little nub.
"Oh God!" Allison exclaimed. "Oh! OHHHH! The way you're touching me.
Oh yes, keep touching me like that!"
(Out in the basement, Rikki and Nikki exchanged high fives and big
grins, as Allison's horny ejaculations were broadcast into the room and
recorded on the tape.)
"Move your hand on me, sweetheart," Dale ordered. She felt as though
she were hypnotized, as if she had no choice, this was all happening
somehow beyond her will, as she gripped the young man's hot shaft and
began pumping it up and down.
"Oh, yes, Allison!" he yelped. "Just like that! Pump me, baby, pump
me!"
"Oh God," the sweet virgin countered. "Touch me, touch me, touch me,
oh yesssss."
"Oh, Allison, I'm gonna cum," Dale said suddenly. "You've got to
take me in your mouth." And his hand was pressing on top of her pretty
red hair, not meanly but firmly, and since this was happening outside her
will somehow, it was OK for her to obey him, to sink to her knees. Her
bare knees touched the cold closet floor as she knelt in front of Dale,
her face level with his crotch. His erection bobbed right there, inches
from her nose, its head swollen and purple, its piss slit like a giant
eye staring at her. She had never seen a penis before, and it was
mesmerizing as it bobbed up and down slightly.
"Open your mouth, baby, that's a good girl. Open up." Allison
obeyed, and then the head was in her mouth, sliding over her tongue. It
tasted musky and tangy and a little salty, not bad at all really, as the
head slid toward the back of her throat. The bottom of his cock shaft
dragged over her pink little tongue, and it was so nasty what she was
doing, so forbidden, and yet it thrilled her, it was exciting. She was
scarcely aware that her right hand had strayed down to her crotch and was
rubbing her clit in circles, trying to give herself her first orgasm.
"Suck it, Allison, suck on it, please, ohh baby," the college man
groaned, thrusting his hips forward. She sucked on it, like it was a
lollipop, and when he pulled back a little so that the head was poised
over her tongue, she licked it, which caused Dale to shudder and call her
name out over and over.
"Oh, Allison, Allison baby, I'm gonna cum now!" Suddenly, the giant
cock ramming her mouth seemed to explode, and hot sticky fluid was
pouring into her mouth and down her throat. It was choking her, and she
pulled her head back as the cock spat out its greasy spray of semen.
Her mouth popped off the end of Dale's cock, but it continued to
spurt. A string of white jism hit her on the forehead, then another went
into her eye, and another, and some landed on her chin. She couldn't pull
her head back anymore because Dale was still grabbing her head, and she
had to just let the cum splatter all over her face. Through it all, her
hand never stopped rubbing her pussy, as she got closer and closer to the
relief she so desperately craved.
Dale's cum was icky, her brain was registering that much, something
major and gross had happened, but nearly all her attention was on her
pussy and clit now. Her red pubes were soaked with her own sticky juices,
and as she swallowed the load Dale had shot into her mouth, she called
out, "Oh yessss, oh yesssss!"
The timer went off in the next room, and Nikki yelled, "Time, guys!
Five minutes!" It had actually been nine minutes, Nikki carefully
listening to the action in the closet and manipulating the timer. The
blonde teen's eyes glittered with lust and revenge.
"Shit, come on, Allison, we gotta get out of here!" Dale said.
Allison surfaced as if from a dream, coming back to reality. She
stood up, and her legs were shaking like a newborn calf. Her heart was
hammering, and her pussy was on fire, so close to cumming and yet so far,
she wanted to so badly, but Dale was telling her to hurry up, and Nikki
was yelling at her. She had Dale's sperm all over her face and dripping
down into her cleavage. Gotta wipe this off, everybody will know she
thought. The closet was dark, though, and when she had seen it with the
light on, there hadn't been anything to use as a rag.
"Use your nightie. Here, let me help," Dale said, and he lifted the
hem of her nightie to her face She was completely nude to him now from
her toes to her chin, exposing all of her young virgin charms, but it was
dark and she didn't care, he was helping her wipe the sperm off.
"I'm coming in there, guys!" Nikki yelled. Dale wiped the sperm off
and opened the door as Allison's nightgown fluttered back down over her
pussy, which was now gaping open and red with desire.
The light hit her hard. She was so befuddled, her brain was swimming
in the booze and the hormones and conflicted feelings of her old morality
and her urges, and she walked unsteadily out into the basement. Everyone
was looking at her, exchanging glances. The guys were smirking, as if
they knew what had happened in there, that she had sucked a boy's penis
for the first time in her 16 years.
She plopped down in a chair next to Nikki, holding on to the bottom
of the nightie to keep it down as much as possible. Even doing that, it
rode up, and she clamped her knees together so the others couldn't see
her naked pussy. It was more important now than even, cause she could
feel how wet and open she was. They wouldn't just be seeing her pubic
hair, they'd be able to see everything, like one of those horrible
magazines they sold in convenience stores where the women had their legs
spread.
"Time out, guys!" Nikki called. "Allison, come here a sec," and
Nikki grabbed her "friend" by the arm and yanked her out of the chair.
The others waited patiently, knowing this was all just part of Nikki's
plan, most of which she had explained to them.
The short blonde steered the tall redhead into a corner of the
basement. "Allison, I know this is embarrassing, but I don't want you to
make a fool of yourself. You've got cum on your lips. You look like one
of those 'Got Milk?' ads, girl!"
Without thinking, Allison licked her lips, just as she would have is
Nikki had told her she had chocolate on her mouth. She tasted the salty
flavor of Dale's sperm on her tongue again, and thought she would die of
embarrassment. She looked down, and her nightgown was streaked with big
wet spots where Dale had wiped his jism off her. The wet spots made the
nightie practically transparent, although at this point, Allison thought,
it hardly mattered, because she had almost no modesty left.
"Nikki, I feel so weird. Part of it's the drinking, but all that
making out with the guys has made me really, really horny. I feel like
I'm gonna die if I don't, uh, you know." She couldn't bring herself to
actually say it.
"Cum?" Nikki asked, looking Allison in the eye. "Don't be embarrassed,
I know what it feels like. All girls do when they start having sexual
experimentation and petting and stuff. It's natural."
"But it's like I'm on fire," Allison pleaded. "What can I do?"
"There's only one thing to do, girlfriend. You gotta tell the boy
what you want. Be direct. Be explicit. Like, do you want him to use his
finger or his mouth?"
"I don't know, Nikki, I don't know. Which one do you, uh, you know,
recommend?"
"Definitely the mouth. Having a guy go down on you will send you
into orbit in just a few minutes if he knows what he's doing. I recommend
Justin, since I think you kind of like him and he kind of likes you. And
he looks like he's eaten his share of pussy!"
"Nikki!" Allison hissed. Again, the innocent schoolgirl blushed,.
her face turning bright scarlet. But she also, without even being aware
of it, was squeezing her naked thighs together rhythmically while she
stood there talking to Nikki, keeping a constant on-off, on-off pressure
going on her hungry little clit. It felt so good, she had to keep doing
it.
"Don't be a baby!" Nikki shot back. "You wanted to play with some
boys, and I told you I'd set it up. Well, this is how girls and boys play
together. What did you think, we we're gonna have a Monopoly marathon?
Now get over there and get Justin to eat your pussy, girl!"
Allison turned to go back, but Nikki grabbed her again. "Oh, and
listen. This shouldn't come as a shock to you, since it looks like you've
already tasted the one-eyed trouser snake. But you've got to give a
little to get a little. Know what I mean?"
"I know," Allison sighed.
The two high school girls re-joined the group. "Allison has a
special request," Nikki announced. "She'd like to skip Justin to the head
of the line and have a special session."
"Whoooooooaaaaaaa!" went the college boys, punching each other on
the shoulder. "Go, Justin, go!"
Justin grinned broadly, got up from the sofa and took Allison by the
hand. She followed meekly, but with a sense of anticipation. She was so
horny, and all she had to do was ask, and Justin would do it. And since
they'd be in the closet, alone in the dark, no one else had to know. He'd
be a gentleman and not blab, she thought.
With the door shut, she whispered to the tall boy: "Justin, I want
you to do something for me. I want you to , to, to..." She couldn't make
herself say it. Sixteen years of strict religious upbringing was battling
against the last two hours of alcohol and unleashed pussy power, and it
was a battle royal, with poor Allison the loser.
"I know what you want, honey," Justin told her sweetly. "Do you want
to have an orgasm? Do you want me to give you one?"
"Oh yes, Justin, yes, please!"
"So just ask me."
"Justin, will you..." Allison Witt paused, took a breath, made
herself say it. "Will you give me an orgasm?"
"Of course I will, you sweetie," he said. "And will you give me one?"
She had to, she thought, she had no choice. "Yes."
Outside in the basement, Nikki grinned. The cassette tape was getting
it all down. What fun it was going to be to play this for Allison's good-
goody church friends. Maybe she could even blackmail the bitch, threaten
to send her parents and her pastor a copy if Allison didn't do what she
wanted! The possibilities were delicious.
Justin led the trembling virgin to the mattress, and told her to lie
on her back. He stripped off his pants and underpants, and climbed over
her in the classic 69 position. "It's as natural as can be, baby," he
told her. "People have been doing this for thousands of years. Just take
me in your mouth." He lowered his crotch toward her, and for the second
time that night Allison Witt opened her lips and let a boy's's penis
slide into the moist cavity of her mouth. As she was starting to suck
him, she felt him pull the nightie up over her waist, exposing her
vagina. Then his mouth was there, fastened on her, and she was in heaven.
Justin began pumping downward into the warm welcome of Allison's
mouth. She remembered how Dale had told her to pump with her hand, and
she reached up with both hands and encased the boy's massive rod. She
slid her hands up and down the length of the shaft as Justin thrust
himself into her willing young mouth. But she was doing it almost on
automatic pilot, as all her being was focused on the amazing feelings
radiating from her pussy. Justin's rough tongue was licking at her clit,
and the little button was slick with her own juices and his saliva. She
was in ecstasy, and began thrusting her own pelvis up to meet his mouth.
She moaned loudly and made a sound like "Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh" as she felt
her climax finally approaching.
But the Justin was under strict instructions to cum as quickly as
possible, and even though he wanted to delay, to spend forever with his
hard-on in this sweet little girl's mouth, he had made a deal tonight. So
there was no delaying for him. He felt his balls ride up in his scrotum,
and his cock swell with the pressure of impending orgasm. He lifted his
head from Allison's sopping pussy.
"Oh, Allison, I'm gonna shoot, baby! Just hold it in your mouth.
Swallow it down, baby, take it all down!"
"Just don't stop!" she responded, so loudly that the eavesdroppers
in the next room didn't even need the hidden mike to hear her. "Please
don't stop!" Then she clamped her lips back on Justin's pulsing erection
just as he began to cum. The college boy's jism shot out in huge globs,
straight into the back of her mouth. It ran down her throat, and she
swallowed and swallowed as fast as she could, the mechanism of her
swallowing milking his prick deliciously.. He roared like a bull, and the
roar went right into her pussy as his tongue worked away at the writhing
youngster.
Allison swallowed the last of the boy's semen, the second load she had
taken. She pulled her mouth away and began to babble. "Ohh yessss, that's
right, do me do me do me fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!" She was out of her
mind, her head whipping back and forth, her beauitful red hair flying and
carressing Justin's muscular thighs as they straddled her head. She
teetered on the brink, so close, so close, almost there, just keep going,
she thought, keep going, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....
"DING!" went the timer. "Time!" yelled Nikki. "Come on out, guys, it's
someone else's turn."
The horrible news penetrated Allison's sexual fever. "No!" she cried
out. "No! I need more time! More time!"
"Sorry!" Nikki yelled through the closed door. "Come on, those are
the rules!"
"Fuck you!" Allison yelled. The demure, scared little Baptist was like
a raging demon.
The doorknob to the closet turned, and light flooded the dark room.
There lay Allison Witt on her back on the mattress, her semen-stained
nightie bunched up below her heaving tits, her legs splayed wide open,
pussy juice and saliva gleaming on her thighs. "Holy shit!" shouted
Nikki, pretending to be surprised.
Everyone froze: Allison laying there, panting, seconds away from the
orgasm she so desperately craved; Justin on his hands and knees, his cock
still semi-hard and dangling over the girl's anguished face; Nikki at the
door, and everyone else pressing forward to get a good look at this
schoolgirl's humiliation.
Just then there was a loud noise at the top of the stairs.
"What the hell's going on down there?" boomed a loud male voice.
"Oh, fuck!" Nikki blurted. "It's daddy!"
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