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VIRGIN ON THE VERGE mmmmm/f teen
CHAPTER FIVE
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 FIVE
Musical Introduction:
"Can it be/
Yes it could/
Somethin's coming/
Something good/
Maybe tonight."
-- From "West Side Story," lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
Larry Roche was down the stairs before anyone knew what was happening.
He had a clear view through the open door of the closet of the young
girl, nearly naked, her legs spread wide, laying on a mattress, with a
pantsless boy on top of her. He recognized the girl as Allison Witt, a
friend of Nikki's, but had never seen the boy.
The Roche's basement reeked of Peppermint Schnapps and some other odor
that was hard to place exactly, something strong and musky and elemental.
Teenaged hormones, Larry Roche thought to himself.
Nikki quickly slammed the closet door. "Daddy, what are you doing
here?" she squeaked. "I thought you and Mama weren't going to be home
till after midnight."
"I got a call on my cell phone at the party," the elder Roche
explained. "Aunt Greta was sick, so I drove Mama over to take care of
her. I told her I'd come back here and pick up her things in case she
needed to spend the night. When I got in the house, I called for you
guys, but no one answered. So I started looking around, and this is what
I find: A GOD-DAMNED DRUNKEN ORGY!" he yelled.
"Daddy, I'm sorry, it's not the way it looks!"
"Of course it's the way it looks! I'm not an idiot! We said you
could have a party, but no alcohol. I guess I should have added no kids
having sex in the basement!
"And you!" he wheeled on Rikki. "You were supposed to chaperone! And
you're part of all this! What the hell were you thinking?"
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really, sorry!" Rikki wailed.
Roche strode to the closet, and the kids cowered, getting out of his
way. He flung open the door to find Allison now standing, trying to
smooth her nightie down to cover herself, and Justin frantically zipping
up his fly.
"I, uh, I gotta go," Justin said, looking at the ground.
"You're damn right you gotta go, pal. You and buddes get the hell out
of here. Nikki and Rikki, you girls stay here and clean up this mess. As
for you" - he glared at Allison -- "what would your parents say if they
saw you like this?" he thundered.
"I don't know," she mumbled.
"Well, let's find out. Come with me, Miss Witt. I'm taking you home
right now."
"Please, Mr. Roche, please don't do that." Allison was shaking; half
with fear and half with unsatisfied lust.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," the girl murmured.
"Go get in the car!"
"Can I please go change into my clothes?"
"Absolutely not! Your parents get to see you exactly the way I found
you, young lady!" He took Allison by the arm and led her up the stairs
and out to the garage, where his red Corvette was parked.
As soon as the kids in the basement heard the door to the garage
close, Nikki and Rikki turned to each other. "We are so fucking dead,"
Nikki moaned.
"You're even fucking deader than I am," Rikki shot back. "This was
all your idea, and I'll get you back if it's the last thing I do, Nikki
Roche."
"Hey, ladies, can the catfight," Brian blurted. "How far is it from
here to Allison's house?"
"About 10 minutes," answered Nikki.
"So that's 20 minutes round trip. He looked at the other guys. Dale
and Justin, you guys got what was promised. Me and Chance and JC didn't
get what we were supposed to get tonight. Rikki, you told us if we played
along with your little sister's game we'd all get blow jobs. Now there's
three of us here with a major case of blue balls, and we've got 20
minutes before Daddy comes home. So how about it?"
"Don't look at me, guys," Rikki shot back. "This was all Nikki's idea.
Anybody who's owed a blow job, she's your girl." She turned away from her
little sister and started gathering up the bottles and glasses.
"No way!" shouted Nikki. "It was supposed to be Allison. We were
gonna keep her from cumming until she'd blown all of you."
"But it didn't work out like that, you little cunt," Chance said
with an edge of menace in his voice. "Now quit wasting time. We got 20
minutes. You can do it willingly, or we can do it rough, with two guys
holding you while we each take a turn on your little slut mouth. Or, if
blowjob aren't your thing, I'm sure that little twat of yours would do
just fine stretched around my dick. Can you say gang-bang, baby? What's
it gonna be?"
"Come on, sis," said Rikki over her shoulder. "You got no choice."
The three boys advanced on Nikki, unzipping their flies. The
adolescent girl, who'd only had sex once in her life, looked around
frantically, and realized there was no choice. She choked back tears, and
sank to her knees on the basement floor.
Chance reached her first, his erection jutting out from his pants.
"Open wide, sweetie, I'm gonna tickle your tonsils with this mother." And
he jammed his cock into Nikki's mouth as a tear trickled down her cheek.
The college boy began roughly fucking the high school girl's mouth, while
JC and Brian stood in line behind him, stroking their own hard dicks,
ready to take their turns.
"Guess this didn't turn out quite the way you planned, huh, Nikki?"
Brian chortled.
"Hey, man, don't bother her when her mouth was full!" cracked J.C.,
and they all laughed cruelly at the little girl on her knees, breathing
through her nose because her mouth was stuffed full of throbbing dick.
Larry Roche turned his Corvette into the Witts' driveway. For the
entire drive, Allison had sat in the bucket seat next to him the whole
way back, sniffling back tears. She had come down a little a bit from her
near-orgasm, but only a little. Her heart was still pounding, her skin
still beautifully flushed a deep pink, her nipples still hard little
nubbins. Without even realizing it, she continued to squeeze her thighs
together, trying to stimulate her clit, and she scooted back on forth
slightly on the rich leather seat, just as she had on the couch in the
basement, trying to keep the feeling alive in her tingly little pussy.
For his part, Larry had had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. He
was a pillar of his community, a married man who would not normally dream
of taking advantage of an underaged girl, let alone one of his daughter's
friends. But Allison Witt had obviously been through something tonight,
and he could sense her overwhelming horniness radiating off her in waves.
His dick, of its own accord, had started pulsating in his pants early in
the ride, and now was moving toward serious wood.
The Witts house was dark. Mr. Roche and young Allison got out of the
car, and rang the bell. No answer. Allison fumbled under a rock next to
the porch and pulled out the family's hidden housekey.
In seconds, they were standing in the dark entry. No one was home.
"Looks like you dodged a bullet, Allison," the older man said. "At
least they won't see you drunk and wearing that obscene scrap of
clothing, stained with God-knows-what. But you know I'll have to tell
them what happened."
"Please, Mr. Roche, I beg you, please don't tell on me. They'll kill
me, they really will," the scared youngster pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Allison, I have to."
The words tumbled out of her mouth before she even realized what was
happening. It was the booze, it was the confusion, it was the fear. Most
of all, it was that feeling between her legs.
"I'll let you fuck me if you won't tell, Mr. Roche." As soon as she
said it, she couldn't believe it, and she blushed.
"You'll what?" he asked. He couldn't believe it. Allison Witt was
such a straight-arrow!
"Don't make me ask again, Mr. Roche" She was trembling so bad, like
she was freezing cold, and out of kindness, out of reflex, he moved
toward her to put his arms around her, to warm her up. Instantly the 16-
year-old girl and the 44-year-old man were in a passionate embrace, their
bodies pressed together, their mouths locked, their tongues probing.
Allison felt her clit springing back to life, and also felt her friend's
father poke her with a colossal hard-on through his pants.
"Oh God, Mr. Roche, take me, do me, please, God, I want you so bad.
I want you to fuck me, fuck me!" She was beyond caring, beyond shame,
awash in the passion of the moment.
The older man grabbed the bottom of the nightie, and lifted it up,
up, up over her belly, her tender breasts, her head. She lifted her arms,
the nightie went up, and then she was naked, utterly naked, and she was
back in his arms. He picked her up, easily, and carried her up the
stairs.
"I've had a vasectomy, so I'm safe. Which room is yours?" he said,
his voice tight, his erection pounding.
"Right here," she said.
Larry Roche threw Allison Witt down on her own bed, stripped off his
clothes, and knelty between her widespread legs. The girl was still
shaking like a leaf in a storm, but Larry Roche knew what she wanted.
Society normally frowns on a middle-aged man popping the cherry of a
16-year-old girl, and rightly so. But if they are both willing, it can be
a beautiful thing. A man of that age, if he's the right sort of man, has
learned how to please a woman, and will be as interested in her pleasure
as is his own. The girl's first time will be with a tender, experienced
lover, someone willing to take it slow, and not some young buck so
blinded by his own instinct to rut that he pops in and pops off in 90
seconds.
So Larry Roche knew what to do. He lowered himself, so that the
underside of his cock rested against her clit. God, she was so wet and so
hot. He forced himself not to enter her yet, but began to saw his prick
back and forth, slowly, teasingly, rubbing it against her clit.
Allison nearly went berserk. "Oh God yes, that's what I want!" she
screamed. She looked up at the older man bent over her, and saw that he
was not like the boys in the basement, that he was there to give her
nothing but ecstasy. The sensitive glans of his cock, now wet with her
wetness, slid back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and finally
Allison was there, where she'd wanted to be for hours.
She exploded in the first orgasm of her life, gripping Roche's
shoulders, digging her nails in, thrusting her hips up, screaming like an
air-raid siren. As her orgasm peaked, Larry Roche drew back and speared
his cock all the way home into the teenager's virgin pussy. Even though
it was her first time, she was so stimulated, so wet and open, that he
sank right in, and began to fuck her in earnest.
Allison's pussy spasmed repeatedly, as wave after wave of pleasure
washed over her. She felt the prick inside her begin to swell as Larry
Roche approached his own orgasm.
As Daddy began to pump his seed into young Allison, his daughter,
Nikki, was opening wide for her third cock in 15 minutes. Her lips were
chapped, and her jaw ached from having been forced open for so long. The
boys had been nasty and vengeful, grabbing her by the hair as they poked
her mouth, pulling her hair. The four who weren't getting their dicks
sucked made crude jokes and laughed at her, called her a worthless slut
and a stupid cunt. Her knees hurt. One last load of sperm to go, she
thought, and then I'm done. I hope Daddy doesn't come home too soon and
find me.
But Larry Roche had gone downstairs after fucking Allison and found
a note from her parents. They'd been called away unexpectedly, and
wouldn't be back until the next morning. He headed back upstairs for
round two with Allison Witt. She was waiting there for him, naked, hot as
jalapeno nasal spray, a hot little nympho who begged him for more. As he
reached her door, he remembered his daughters at home, and his wife
waiting for him at her sister's.
Fuck 'em, thought Larry Roche. Better yet, fuck Allison Witt. And he
did. Again.
THE END
"Are you crazy?
Are you high?
Or just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, doctor?"
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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