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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} ON HIS LAP {Hungry Guy} (Mf Mpov ped Lolita inc oral safe rom 1st stroke)
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{ASS} ON HIS LAP {Hungry Guy} (Mf Mpov ped Lolita inc oral safe rom 1st stroke) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this story are 
real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is nothing more than 
words that came from my imagination.  Any similarity to any real people, 
places, or events is purely coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my 
permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given 
to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos.  Even 
beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

The latest versions of all my stories can be found on 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HungryGuy/www.

All my stories can also be found on 
http://storiesonline.net/library/auth_get.php?id=1579. 

Most of my stories can also be found on 
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=171541, however some of my 
stories are too extreme for their guidelines.



    ###

    Here I am, just turned 21 and fresh out of college and the job market being 
what it is, I'm still living at home with my parents.  The occasional job as 
projectionist down at Googolplex Cinemas, or delivering pizza, or working at 
Krusty Burger ("You want fries with that?") lets me help cover my share of 
food, electric bill, and phone calls.  But it's hardly a meaningful existence 
for a college grad.  Not only that, but despite three years of college I was 
still a virgin.  Maybe I shouldn't have been such a bookworm and partied a 
little -- done it in four years instead of three like everyone else.  But I 
figured I'd be making six figures by now and driving a Vette, a Jag, or maybe 
even a Boxster.  Who'd a thunk the economy would be in the pits when I 
graduated? 

    Anyway, it was a Saturday morning, and my parents dragged me to Aunt Toby's 
house for an afternoon barbecue.  I would rather have been home playing _Steel 
Battalion_ on my Xbox, but I was now an adult and couldn't be childishly rude 
any more about such things.  

    I hung out with my two distant cousins, the only two people there who were 
reasonably close to my age.  Hank and Linda were ages 17 and 16 respectively.  
Everyone else was as old as the hills.   

    Hank and I had already grabbed a plate full of burgers, dogs, and a bag of 
_Cheesy Poofs_ for ourselves.  Then, the two of us had sneaked off into the 
barn behind the house to discuss which of The Hulk, the vampire Lestat, Solid 
Snake, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, James Bond, Alien, Predator, Jason, Freddy, 
Superman, or Batman could beat the other's asses. 

    The barn was strewn with generations of junk; some would call it antiques.  
It looked more like old decrepit furniture and rotting smelly clothing to me.  
I claimed an old ripped and torn leather recliner, and Hank was sitting on an 
old wooden steamer trunk like you see full of gold in old pirate movies.  

    We had just resolved that Lestat couldn't be killed because he was already 
undead, when Linda walked in.  

    "Hah, sis!" Hank called out to her.  "No place to sit but on the dirt 
floor."

    With a sparkle in her eye -- difficult to see in the gloom of the barn with 
narrow beacons of sunlight filtering through holes in the tin roof -- she 
walked over to me, turned, and sat her slender ass in my lap.  The deep leather 
chair easily accommodated the both of us.  

    Leaning forward, she immediately added her comments to the conversation.  
"Buffy could kill Lestat in an instant!" and then leaned back and rested her 
back on me.

    I could feel my hard-on growing, so I tried to just continue the topic 
without pause.  "Yeah," I said, "but after Buffy kills Lestat, she's no match 
for any of the others.

    Hank then said, "Okay, so Buffy kills Lestat, then one of the others kills 
Buffy.  That leaves The Hulk, Solid Snake, Bond, Alien, Predator, Jason, 
Freddy, Superman, and Batman." 

    "Linda leaned forward again and added, "Superman is, like, super.  Nobody 
can beat him.  So he'd win," and leaned back again.

    "But," I countered, "The Hulk is radioactive with that green stuff.  That 
would kill Superman, wouldn't it?"

    Linda turned her head to me, causing her long blonde hair to tickle my 
nose, and said, "The Hulk was made with gamma radiation.  That's not the same 
thing as kryptonite."

    "Yeah," Hank said, "I think she's right."

    About a half-hour later, the three of us had eliminated most of the other 
contenders and had gotten it down to the Hulk vs. Superman. 

    At that, Hank let out a long buzz-saw fart.

    "Ewwww!" Linda said, holding her nose.  "Gross!"

    "Yeah," he said, "you say that because you can't beat that one, sis!"

    "Oh yeah?" she squealed, as she squirmed and let one rip in my lap to 
challenge Frank's.  

    Oh man, that was intense!  A point-blank direct hit!  I was about to push 
the pubescent brat off my lap when Frank said, "Oops!  I gotta go," and rushed 
off to the loo.

    I was about to slide the two of us off the chair and join the adults 
outside when Linda rolled over in place, pushing the chair back a little 
further into a reclining position, and rested her body on mine, facing me.  

    "Hi," she said, and then kissed me.

    I was dumbfounded.  I didn't know how to react.  So I just kissed her back.  
In a moment, we were wrestling tongues and my hard on had come back with a 
vengeance!

    While we were sucking face, a million things crossed my mind.  I was 21 and 
she was 16.  She's technically underage for me, but most of the relatives 
outside had as big, or bigger, age gaps between husbands and wives.  And it was 
her choice to start things off, so I didn't think I was doing anything wrong.  
But what if Hank came back from the loo and found his sister and me going at 
it?  But we were just kissing, so what's the harm in that?

    There was no harm even when she grabbed my left hand and placed it on her 
right breast, and then put my right hand on her left breast.  I could almost 
feel her nipples through her sheer white blouse and bra as we continued to swap 
spit. 

    After a while, she leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse down the front.  I 
couldn't believe it when she pushed her bra cups up over her breasts, showing 
me her erect pink nipples. 

    We resumed kissing as I gently played with her nipples.  She began 
breathing heavily, and then pulled back.  At first I thought she was going to 
stop, but she climbed a little higher on me and pressed one of her nipples to 
my mouth.  I obliged by sucking and swirling the nipple in my mouth, squeezing 
it with my lips, and flicking it with my tongue.  

    I couldn't believe it when she grabbed one of my hands again, unbuttoned 
her tight jeans, and shoved my hand down to her crotch sending my fingers deep 
into her twat.  Oh man, she was so wet down there.  I just rubbed back and 
forth, and occasionally bent my fingers up into her pussy hole.  

    We sat like that for several minutes before she pulled back and put her 
other nipple to my mouth.  She then reached into my shorts and grabbed my cock.  
I was already on the verge of coming so I panted, "I'm about to cum all over 
your hand."

    "Oh," she panted, "I got a better place for you to cum."

    Was I about to get laid for the first time in my life?  I couldn't believe 
it.  But she slid down, unzipped my shorts and pulled my Jockey's down, and 
plunged my cock into her mouth.

    That was all it took!  I would have said something like, "Linda, didn't you 
hear me?  I'll cum in your mouth if you do that!"  But the instant my cock-head 
touched the back of her throat, my body was rocking and I was shooting wad 
after wad into her mouth.   

    Looking down at her and seeing the panic in her eyes as I came again and 
again in her mouth surprised the hell out of me.  A few more moments passed by 
before I was spent and she slid her mouth off my cock.  

    She looked up at me and said, "Oo o wa m o wllo?"

    "What?" I asked.  

    She swallowed a couple of times, climbed back into my lap, and said, "Hmmm, 
I think I could get used to the taste."

    "You've never done that before?" I asked.

    "Well, no.  I'm..." and hesitated.

    "You're what?" I asked.

    "I'm a virgin," she whispered.

    "Really?" I said.  "I never would have guessed?"

    "Thanks."

    "So why..." I started to ask.

    "All my friends had their cherries popped by the time they were fourteen.  
I just want..." and hesitated.

    "What?" I asked.

    "Oh God!" she cried.  "Now you're going to tell everyone!  Everyone is 
going to know I'm a geek."

    "No, Linda!  I won't tell!"  

    "You sure?"

    "I promise.  Here's my secret.  I'm a virgin too."

    "No way!  Everyone knows that all you do in college is go to frat parties 
and get laid!"

    "Never been to a frat party.  I guess I'm a bigger geek than you."

    She laughed, then I laughed, and then we both laughed together.  

    We kissed again, then she climbed off me.  She then dropped her jeans, and 
then pulled her panties off.  

    I said, "Wait!" when she climbed back on me and was about to sit on my 
cock.

    "What?" she said with a slight squeak in her voice.  "You don't want to 
fuck me now?"

    "I don't have any rubbers.  Do you?"

    "That's okay.  We don't need rubbers?"

    "Why not?" I asked.

    "I'm on the pill."

    "But you just said you're a virgin.  Why would you be on the pill?  And 
don't you need your parent's permission?"

    "Well, a couple of years ago, my mom was standing outside my room and she 
heard me and some friends bragging about all the guys we laid."

    "I see," I said.  

    "So she made me get on the pill."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah.  At first I didn't take them because, like, I really didn't need to.  
But she found out that I wasn't taking them, so now she checks and makes sure I 
take them."

    "Wow!" 

    "So you can fuck me, and you won't have to worry about becoming a daddy."

    "Okay," I said.  But I had to ask, "Are you really sure it's what you 
want?"  

    I knew I maybe risked my chance to get laid by asking, but what with 
everything and all, I had to make sure she really wanted it before I could feel 
right about doing her.

    "Yeah."  She kissed me again and said, "Thanks.  I really want it."  

    At that, I reached down and felt her pussy again.  She was still soaking 
wet down there.  She crawled closer to me and lowered her crotch onto my cock.  

    I felt a little resistance as my cock slid into her pussy hole and she let 
out a "Yeow!" 

    "What?" I asked in alarm.  "Are you okay?"

    "I'm okay," she panted.  "Everyone says it hurts the first time someone 
pops your cherry."  

    She smiled at me, kissed me, then she started pumping herself up and down 
on my lap.  Having never been laid, I was ready and able for a second go right 
away.  She had to work at it a little longer this time, but it wasn't long 
before I was rocking with spasm after spasm and shooting wad after wad of cum 
up her pussy.

    A few moments later, we were both physically drained, and she just leaned 
forward onto me and we kissed and snuggled for a while.

    "Hey," she finally said, "I'll understand if you say 'no,' but do you want 
to go with me to a high school dance this Friday night?"

    Once again, I was dumbfounded.  "Of course I'll go," I said.  I'll go 
anywhere with you that you want me to, Linda." 

    - END -

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