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Opis ebooka Horny and Wanton: Barely Legal Erotica - Quinn Stone

Teaser:"I might regret this later, but I desperately want to go to bed with you," I told her."Why do you think you'll regret it?""You are just a young girl. Heck, I've got a daughter one year older than you.""Don't worry, honey. You want me. You know you do. You want me real bad. Don't tease yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Let's go into the bedroom."We walked quickly together toward the bedroom and as we got inside and I closed the door, I threw my arms around Bonnie once more and glided her downward toward the bed.I kissed her lips once making it a quick kiss, then got up from the bed. My penis was bulging sharply and I just had to get it out of my trousers. I had to give my prick some freedom.Disclaimer: All characters are 18+.

Opinie o ebooku Horny and Wanton: Barely Legal Erotica - Quinn Stone

Fragment ebooka Horny and Wanton: Barely Legal Erotica - Quinn Stone

Horny and Wanton

Quinn Stone

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER ONE

As earlier stated, he was living and working in a large mid-Western city as chief mechanic for a top automotive agency. For years his life appeared to function on an organized, relatively happy plane. Then suddenly it changed.

Following is Bernard's story as told to me:

I can't say that everything was perfect in my life, but it was about as damned close to it, I guess, as you could get. No, I wasn't rich, at least not in any monetary sense, but in other ways I was. My wife was absolutely great and so were my five kids. We were a very closely knit family and on weekends I would take Trudy, that's my wife and the kids out on little excursions.

Just about the time that things were moving so smoothly that I thought they were always going to remain that way, something happened.

This good-looking kid moved in next door to me with her mother. Right off I felt sorry for her, because I noticed that, as beautiful as she was, she had a forlorn look about her. She was hurt and confused. It was no small wonder. Her mother was raising her all by herself She'd gotten a divorce from her husband and was undertaking the job of raising her daughter and doing a pretty lousy job.

The poor girl was alone quite a bit of the time. Her mother naturally had to work, but even when she got off work, instead of coming home and visiting with the daughter and attending to her needs, the mother would go out and drink. She'd truck home sometimes late at night, obviously under the weather, with some guy. There would be different guys moving through there and all this was happening when the poor girl was around.

My wife Trudy and I were coming back from doing the shopping one evening when she marched in with some character. They were both pretty drunk and making quite a bit of noise.

"That woman's a disgrace to the neighborhood," I remember Trudy telling me.

"It really concerns me what's happening to that girl," I shook my head.

"Me, too. That's what I was thinking about. It's just plain awful, that woman going out and getting drunk and leaving that girl there alone so much of the time."

"Of course, she is eighteen years old."

"But that is by no means a woman," Trudy countered. "She certainly looks like one and in many ways acts like one, but that isn't the same as being one. I don't care what people say about the modern generation of children. They too are immature until they get to be a certain age. And at eighteen she could use some more guidance from her mother."

I dropped the subject right then and there, not wanting to say anything more about it. Every time I did see this girl, though, I did my best to be friendly. She was an awfully nice kid and just the kind that you'd expect to find on the cover of some kind of teenage magazine. She had coal-black hair and rich creamy white skin that contrasted beautifully with the coloring of her hair. She had sparkling dark eyes and already possessed beautiful breast measurements. She was something else, this chick.

The more frequently Trudy started talking about Bonnie, the girl next door, the more eager I was to get her off on another subject. She acted like it was her personal responsibility to see that the girl was brought up right. I wanted to kind of shy away from it. It wasn't my responsibility as I saw it. I'd continue speaking to her when I saw her and being friendly like you'd expect a neighbor to be, but without any strings attached.

Then one afternoon as I was driving my wife and the kids back from a movie, Trudy came up with a bright idea.

"You know, it would be nice to take Bonnie out with us sometime," she said. "I saw her sitting in the back yard, just staring sadly into space. Her mother was gone. Out with some drunk, I suppose. That poor girl. I feel so sorry for her. Next time we go somewhere, why don't we at least make arrangements to ask her along."

I paused for a long period of time, then finally agreed. Little did I realize it, but my entire life would change once I would follow through with that commitment.

We began taking Bonnie with us just about everywhere we went. We would take her to movies, to family picnics, the whole works. I remember one afternoon in particular when we took her to a trout fishing stream where we often went. She was clad in a white blouse and red shorts and I never got a hard-on like I did that day. It bugged me, because I kept thinking that maybe Trudy would see it. I would turn my body whenever Trudy was around and I was good and hard. What made it such a frustrating erection was that I couldn't get my rocks off. I kept looking at this gorgeous chick's ass every time that she would bend over and would dream about planting my dick inside her.

I guess I should have been a lot more fearful about what would happen with gorgeous Bonnie than I was. I kind of dismissed that erection, telling myself that it was just a guy responding to a beautiful young girl, that there was no more to it than that. Just because I was attracted to her did not mean that I would actually follow through and have sex with her.

But I was a hell of a lot closer to that possibility than what I was letting on.

One afternoon I decided to stay home and just take care of my car, something I would do on occasion. Trudy would chide me when I would do it, telling me that I just couldn't get away from my job. But I'm the kind of guy who really digs my job. I work as a mechanic and there's nothing I like better than getting in there and working on a car. That particular day I was trying to fix some little thing that had gone wrong with my automobile and there I was in the garage, working away.

I had taken Trudy and the kids over to her sister's a few miles away. They would spend the whole day there. It was getting hot and I was sweating pretty heavily. It was one of those humid days.

Just as I was taking a little break and sipping a can of beer, I heard a friendly voice call out.

"Hello," I immediately recognized the voice as being that of Bonnie.

I jerked my head around quickly, recognizing just how eager I was to get a look at her. She was wearing that same outfit that she had had on the day that we had gone trout fishing. Those tight-fitting shorts. She looked absolutely gorgeous in them. I looked at her creamy legs and brought my eyes upward and got a good glimpse of her solid tits. They really danced out, being firm and beautiful.

I kept thinking that this girl at eighteen was built better than most women ever dreamed of being. It was a good thing that Trudy wasn't jealous of her. She sure as hell could have been, since this kid was built so well. Not only that, but she had the most beautiful pair of dark hypnotic eyes that you could ever find. When she looked at you, she automatically won you over, no matter what you might have been thinking before.

"How's it going?" I asked Bonnie.

"Oh, just fine. I can see you're busy working on your car."

"Yes I am."

"I just got up."

"You slept pretty late, didn't you?"

"My mother had a party over at the house last night. It was impossible for me to sleep. It was just too much noise."

"Oh, is that right? I must have really been sleepy. I didn't hear any of it."

"Well, there's quite a bit of distance separating our two houses. That and the windows were closed. Mom tries not to disturb other people when she's carrying on. But I sure did hear it."

"Sorry you had problems getting to sleep."

"Just one of those things," she shrugged. "Mom's gone again today and I'm over there all by myself Say, when you get through with your work, why don't you take me for a ride. That is, if you're not doing anything else."

"I suppose I could."

"It really would do me a little good. I'd like to get out of the house for a while."

"Gosh, maybe you probably could have gone with Trudy and the kids. They went to see her sister."

"Maybe I could have. Oh well. It would be nice, though, if you could take me for a little ride. Doesn't have to be a long one. It's just that it will perk up my morale. I mean, if you're busy, then no problem. But if you aren't, I'd really like it."

"I'm not that busy at all," I said eagerly. "As a matter of fact, I'm just about done fixing the car. I'll take a quick shower and see you out front here in about twenty minutes. How will that be?"

"That'll be great," Bonnie smiled.

I began realizing just how turned on I was getting to this gorgeous girl when I went into the house and took my shower. My fingers were quivering as I worked the soap around my chest and under my arms. I really did have strong desires for this girl. I kept telling myself that I liked Bonnie just as a friend. More like a daughter than anything else. But down deep I guess I never really believed that.

I took her out in the car and we went for a ride for a few blocks. As I was driving back to the place, she looked at me and smiled.

"You like me quite a bit, don't you, Bernie?"

"Of course I like you. You're a very nice girl."

"I don't mean that way. I mean in another way," Bonnie laughed. "You don't have to try and put me on, Bernie. I know I'm beautiful. I've had enough guys chase after me. But you know. I'm not like my mother. My mother's almost like Will Rogers."

"She's like Will Rogers?"

"Yeah, in a way."

"How do you mean?" I asked, thoroughly perplexed by her response.

"Well, it was Will Rogers who said he never met a man he didn't like. That's just about the way my mother is. She's never met a man she doesn't like. You get what I mean?"

"I get you," I nodded. "But let's not talk about that. I don't want to put your mother down."

"I'm not really saying that to put her down. I'm just saying that with me it's a little different. I don't like just any man. I do kind of like you, though. I've noticed certain things about you. As a matter of fact, I recognize things sometimes a lot quicker than older women do. Like your wife Trudy. I don't think that she ever noticed that huge hard-on you had for me when we went trout fishing that day."

"This conversation is getting awfully personal," I gulped, not knowing what else to say, "we'd better talk about something else, honey."

"Don't try and put me off or put me on," Bonnie laughed. "It's up to you whether you're gonna make a move or not, but I just think that you're a pretty nice guy, Bernie. I'm not gonna say anything more than that."

At that point I decided to say nothing. My mind was spinning crazily. I just didn't know how to react to this beautiful young girl who was sitting next to me.

We didn't exchange another word until I drove the car into my driveway. At that point, after taking out the keys, I looked with intensity into Bonnie's eyes.

At the time I was looking into those eyes, she did something that really turned me on. She began licking her thick red lips. I observed her even white teeth and felt motivated to kiss her.

I slipped my lips forward, allowing them to land with sharp impact against her lips.

While the lips were making brisk contact against each other, I reached out and threw my arms around her body. It felt warm and vibrant as it pressed against mine. I loved the feel of her firm, hot breasts, clutching against mine.

I removed my lips from hers, then decided that I would slip my tongue inside her mouth. So I flipped it forward, allowing it to slide inside her mouth.

Our tongues suddenly began to clash, sweeping brilliantly against each other, slipping back and forth. They penetrated each other with great excitement and all the while the impulses within me became that much more uncontrollable.

When I removed my tongue from Bonnie's mouth, I looked at her and exclaimed:

"Could we go to your place, honey?"

"Sure, we can go anywhere you want."

"Your mother won't be back for a while?"

"She told me she wouldn't be back until pretty late tonight," Bonnie said. "We don't have anything to worry about."

My heart pounded relentlessly as I got out of the car, walking with Bonnie toward the rear door of her house.

She slipped her hand into her purse and pulled out the door key, opening the door. It seemed like it would take forever for her to open the door, even though from the standpoint of actual time not that much elapsed. It's just that when you're as horny as I was, when your balls are tingling that eagerly, you can't wait for anything.

Once we got inside the house, I felt the fervent desire to reach out and kiss Bonnie again. Once more I pressed her body convincingly against my own and as I did I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues clashed with great magnificence. This time we let the kiss linger even longer than it had the other time when we were sitting in the car. Back and forth I kept on sharply stabbing my tongue against hers. We made beautiful time together. Bonnie knew just how to manipulate her tongue, keeping perfect time to my movements.

I continued the French kiss until I decided that I just had to remove my tongue from her mouth. I was just too plain excited by it all, so I took my tongue out of her mouth and let my fingers run over the smooth skin of her face.

"I might regret this later, but I desperately want to go to bed with you," I told her.

"Why do you think you'll regret it?"

"You are just a young girl. Heck, I've got a daughter one year older than you."

"Don't worry, honey. You want me. You know you do. You want me real bad. Don't tease yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Let's go into the bedroom."

We walked quickly together toward the bedroom and as we got inside and I closed the door, I threw my arms around Bonnie once more and glided her downward toward the bed.

I kissed her lips once making it a quick kiss, then got up from the bed. My penis was bulging sharply and I just had to get it out of my trousers. I had to give my prick some freedom.

Bonnie lay there on the bed, stretched out and watching every move that I made. I pulled off my shirt with a couple of quick nervous stabs, then undid my trousers, removing them as well.

When I began to tug at my shorts, pulling them down my legs, I observed a bright twinkle surfacing in Bonnie's eyes. She was getting her first look at my hard naked cock.

"That's a nice cock," she sighed. "Ah, I like it."

I threw my naked body into bed with her, delivering a few more forceful kisses to her lips. As I finally removed my lips, I recognized that it was time to undress her. I reached out behind her and began to unbutton her blouse. When I pulled it off and observed her bra, I realized I was that much closer to attaining my final objective. I flipped off the bra with one twist of the fingers, then heaved a loud sigh as I came to grips with her beautiful breasts.

I liked the way they stood out, so firm and proud, so ready for my touch. I reached out and with both hands, let my fingers glide over her breasts and nipples.

"Ah, that's nice, it feels so good to touch your tits," I exclaimed. "I love you, sweetheart. Oh, do I ever love your beautiful body. I've got to touch you."

"Suck on my tits," she cried out. "Go ahead, baby. Bury your tongue on them. Suck them real nice."

I reached down between her breasts, letting my tongue attack the shadowy valley which rested between them.

While my tongue lapped up and down, I reached out and let the fingers of both hands glide eagerly over her tits.

I kept up my firm, steady movements, permitting my fingers to go to work over her tits. While the action was continuing, my heart pounded with great enthusiasm. I realized just how eager I was for some additional action. It was great to suck her tits, but I would be even more eager to whip my cock into action.

After sucking the shadowy valley between her pendulous boobs, I went to work on her left breast, allowing my tongue to dance spryly up and down it. Every time that my tongue came into brisk contact with the firm, creamy skin, I got that much hornier. My cock was standing out like a slab of concrete. It was that damned hard. And on top of that my balls were absolutely scorching, itching like crazy.

I finished sucking her left breast, then moved my tongue over toward the right, repeating the same brisk movements. Back and forth I would let my tongue slide, driving it with great determination as I pushed myself ever closer to an orgasm.

When I reached the point where my balls were acting up so much that I didn't think I could control them any longer, I removed my tongue from her breast. I reached down with my nervous fingers and began to tug at her red shorts.

"Oh, honey, now we're really getting intimate," Bonnie smiled. "Please take off my shorts, honey. Oh, yes, I want you to remove them. Go ahead, baby. Let's go all the way, sweetheart. We'll do anything you want to do. I mean it, honey. If you want to do it, it's fine with me."

I kept on tugging at her shorts until I pulled them off. When I saw that she had on nothing beneath them, my heart really did a few flip-flops. I could see her beautiful pussy, surrounded by shiny black pubic hair.

My first instinct was to want to kiss her snatch, so I plunged my head forward and puckered up, allowing my lips to collide with her mound.

"Ah, you're kissing my cunt," she giggled girlishly, flipping her hips back and forth and making herself that much more enticing a target. "You can do that again, baby. Come on and kiss my pussy. Ah, my pussy is so excited. Yes, baby, oh, just plunge your lips against it. What wonderful sensations."

I wound up kissing Bonnie's cunt about six or eight times in rapid succession. Hell, I can't say exactly how many because I lost track. All I know was that my heart kept thumping wildly and my body trembled while I kissed her cunt. I was getting carried away in a sea of passion.

"Eat me, go ahead, honey. Put your tongue to work on my snatch. Come on and really slide it, baby. Oh, I want you to suck me there. I want you to suck my pussy. Go ahead and suck my snatch. That's what I'd really like. I'd really like some wonderful sensations from your tongue, my dear. Go ahead, darling. Come on and suck my pussy. Oh, yes, please do it for me. I want it. Oh, how I want it. Come on and suck my snatch."

All I had to do was listen to the tone of her voice and I knew how much she wanted to be sucked. She was practically begging me and on top of that I wasn't all that unreceptive in the first place. I wanted to taste her, to slip my tongue into her young slit.

At that point in the action, something really came over me. Here I was, forty-five years old and I was feeling like eighteen myself. I felt like I could conquer the whole world. I had the same kind of damned cock-sure confidence that a person has when he's a little ignorant, the kind of ignorance that you get when you're at a certain age. I had it when I was about Bonnie's age and there it was surfacing again. I felt like nothing in the entire world could conquer me and I wanted to plant my tongue eagerly inside my lover's box.

I worked my fingers up and down her smooth thighs. The longer that I touched them, the harder that my heart pounded. I just had to suck this beautiful young girl, I just had to flip my tongue around inside her box. I was looking forward to gauging her response. I knew she just about would flip out when I planted my tongue against her pussy.

My fingers worked up and down her legs. I loved every bit of intimate body contact that I enjoyed with Bonnie. While my fingers kept sliding against them, I planted my tongue down between her legs and began to let it fly.

Perhaps I should have started out manipulating my tongue a little more slowly. That might have been the way to handle things from the finesse standpoint, but at that point I wasn't in much of a mood for finesse. I was just too plain hot, so I drove my tongue wildly, letting it slide back and forth inside her box.

While I was sucking Bonnie's snatch, I reached out and let my fingers glide up and down her legs. The longer that we made contact, the farther along she got. I could see that it wouldn't take much in the way of sucking on my part in order to bring her off.

While I kept letting my tongue surge and stab inside her mound, I kept up my inspired pace, driving my tongue quickly, pushing her that much closer toward a dramatic climax.

"Keep your tongue planted in my box," she cried out, "Oh, I want it, honey. I want you to suck me off. Keep driving your tongue. Oh, yeah. Come on, let it slide, honey."

I hardly even needed her encouragement. It helped a little, but it couldn't help a lot because I didn't really need a lot of help. All I needed was the chance to keep on slipping my tongue relentlessly inside her mound and I was taking advantage of the situation by driving it back and forth speedily, sliding it inside her snatch.

The longer that I sucked her cunt, the faster that she manipulated her hips, bringing them in a flipping motion from side to side, driving them with great enthusiasm as I continued to pepper her mound with my tongue.