Curtis' Services (Part #2)

in the second part of this story, 18-year-old Curtis Murdoch is summoned to screw another lonely girl in his city--and this one is just 14 years old!

Introduction

This is the second installment of a multi-part tale. In the first story, a boy named Cutis Murdoch realizes at age 12 that he is a well-endowed lad—and makes a point of using his prodigious male appendage at every possible opportunity to regularly please numerous female classmates for the next six years. One day when he is 18, Curtis’ mother, who is well aware of her son’s sexual proclivity, tells him that her bridge friend, Clara Chatsworth, has a lonely daughter named Penny whom she thinks would benefit from Curtis’ renowned sexual “weapon.” Curtis readily agrees and pleases Penny well beyond her mother’s expectations. When Curtis is about to depart, Mrs. Chatsworth happily tells him that she has a list of four other mothers whose daughters would like to sample his special sexual services too. As in the first story, Curtis serves as the narrator.

Part One

On the bus ride home Sunday morning from the Chatsworth residence my head was spinning. I had thoroughly enjoyed screwing Penny Chatsworth, who had been described by my mother as a “plain-Jane type” of girl, for hours on end. Better yet, I had gotten the names of four other similar lonely females from Mrs. Chatsworth who all eagerly sought my services based solely on my reputation as a capable lover. This was all heady stuff for an 18-year-old male to fathom. I wasn’t shy about letting my mother know that my night with Penny had exceeded my wildest hopes, but it also had gotten me an extended roster of other lovelorn girls to screw, too
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“Your late father would be proud of you, Curtis,” Mom said. “He was a horny devil as a teen. As your mother, though, I’m not quite sure what to make of all this. Good for you, I suppose. You are enjoying life to its fullest.”

I hurriedly went to the telephone to call the first name on the list, a Mrs. Madigan, about putting my weapon to use again to please her daughter, Annette. I thought it might be an awkward conversation, but Mrs. Madigan quickly put me at ease when I explained I had gotten her name from Clara Chatsworth. “Oh, I know all about you!” she said with excitement. “You’re the high school senior who has the big dick and is supposed to be a wonderful lover. Am I right?”

“So I’m told,” I modestly stated. “At least that’s the prevailing opinion about me.”

“Here’s why I want your services, Curtis,” Mrs. Madigan explained. “I have a daughter, Annette, who is extremely smart. She’s very near the top of her class academically—but she’s a total social recluse. She’s not bad-looking at all, but she is naturally shy. Too shy! The other day she complained to me that the only thing lacking in her life was male companionship. I told Annette what I knew about you, based on what I’d heard from a few bridge players at our club, and she seems very interested in having you do your thing with her. I understand from Clara Chatsworth that her daughter Penny was a very satisfied customer.”

“I don’t charge anything for my sexual services, Mrs. Madigan,” I said.

“Curtis, I was using the term ‘satisfied customer’ very loosely, not literally,” she said. “Anyway, can you come here soon for a carnal visit? Perhaps tonight?”

I was about to say yes, but then I realized something. “I’d love to make a visit tonight, but I better postpone it for at least 24 hours. I had a total of three ejaculations with Penny Chatsworth last night and this morning. I’m a young and healthy 18-year-old, but I think I need a night off from screwing to be at my best—and I do want to be at my best to please your daughter.”

“That’s perfectly understandable, Curtis—and downright thoughtful, too!” How about Monday night at about 7:30 p.m. Annette has dance practice until 7 o’clock, but we can be home by 7:30.”

I liked the idea of bedding a dancer. They were usually athletic and flexible, qualities that are always good to have in a bedmate.

I agreed to the day and time and jotted down the Madigans’ home address. They lived not far from where the Chatsworths did, so I knew I’d find the house easily on Monday night. Out of curiosity, I asked, “Is Annette a high school classmate of Penny Chatsworth?”

“Oh, no,” she quickly replied. “Annette is still in middle school. She’s in the eighth grade. She’s just 14.”

My jaw dropped. I hadn’t had sex with a 14-year-old girl since I was 15. The mere thought of it gave me an instant erection. I probably didn’t need the long respite I had requested and been granted. I wish I had agreed to a Sunday night screw!

Part Two

I spent most of Sunday and Monday fantasizing about bedding Annette Madigan—another girl I had neither met nor heard of until recently. I was visualizing penetrating her tight, 14-year-old pussy—it just had to be tight—with my big weapon over and over again until I shot a huge wad of warm cum across her tits.

It was obvious to my mother that I was hyper-sexualized on Monday once school ended. I couldn’t wait to board the crosstown bus again for another great fuck. “Curtis, you are literally bouncing around the house in anticipation. Why don’t you walk to a distant bus stop now to burn off this excess energy?” she told me more than an hour before I needed to be at the Madigans’ home. I agreed it was a good plan. I ended up walking four bus stops past the one I normally used. The bus driver recognized me. He made a point of asking me why I was so far from my usual stop. “I’m just horny,” I stated. That enigmatic explanation was good enough for him. It made him chuckle.

As I expected, I found the Madigans’ house with little difficulty. It was surrounded by a picket fence. Suddenly it occurred to me that Annette might have a father or older bother who might not approve of why I was visiting a 14-year-old girl. The door opened, and Mrs. Madigan greeted me and introduced herself as Donna. In the living room sat Annette.

“Hi, I said as I entered the house. Is it just the two of you here tonight?” I asked.

“it’s just the two of us here every night,” Donna Madigan said. I divorced my husband a decade ago. He lives 500 miles from here. Annette is my only child, my pride and joy. Right dear?”

Annette shyly nodded in the distance. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Then I studied Annette. She actually was a good-looking girl—certainly better looking than Penny Chatsworth was. I estimated she was about 5’3” tall. She had brown hair that was slightly curly. It dipped below her shoulders. Annette also wore steel-rimmed eyeglasses that gave her a scholarly look. I thought they were cute addition! Since I had enjoyed fucking Penny, I knew I’d really enjoying using my weapon on this girl, too!

Mrs. Madigan insisted on a formal introduction, “Curtis Murdoch, this is my shy daughter Annette. She’s been looking forward to your arrival. We rushed home from her dance practice at the studio to ensure we were her before you got here.”

“That’s all very flattering,” I said. “I am pleasantly surprised by you, Annette. You are a pretty young lady. There’s no need for you to be shy at all.”

Annette motioned me to sit beside her on the couch, which I did. Annette got right to the point. “I hear you are good at sex. That’s why I wanted to meet you, Curtis.”

Mrs. Madigan slightly gasped at that unfiltered comment, but other than that she stayed silent
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“I get plenty of compliments and good reviews, so I must be,” I said. “I gather you are looking to have a sexual experience. Well, I’m the right guy to call. I love screwing girls—all ages, shapes and sizes. I guess you’d call it my hobby.”

“I’m 14 and I have zero experience with boys,” Annette said ruefully.

“I can correct that shortcoming. In fact, I’d love to correct it immediately if not sooner.”

Mrs. Madigan slowed us down a bit to ask me about various things, including being permitted to watch me screw her precious daughter. I said, “It was okay when Mrs. Chatsworth observed me have my sexual romp with her daughter on Saturday night, so I have no objection with you watching me with Annette tonight.” I made sure I gave her my special ‘ground rules, too. They were the same ones I had told Mrs. Chatsworth: I don’t wear a condom, I always have an ejaculation, and I always ejaculate on my bedmate.

“That all seems reasonable to me, Mom,” Annette opined. “In fact, it sounds very sexy!” Annette suddenly wrapped her arms around me and said, “I want to start right now!”

Mrs. Madigan gave her assent, and Annette and I began our encounter with a long kiss—something I definitely enjoyed doing as sexual foreplay. Annette seemed to be in a hurry to get down to business as she subtly placed her right hand on top of my penis and give it a playful squeeze. “Well, Annette, if you are going that forward, I will too!” I placed my right hand on her left breast and gave it a squeeze in return. We both giggled. Annette was very well built for a middle school girl. She would have caught my attention if I were her age.

“I think that’s where I’m going to ejaculate—all over your breasts,” I confidently declared to her. “Mark my words, Annette. Your tits will be smothered with my warm goo.”

“Sounds fabulous!” she stated. “I can hardly wait. Let’s get undressed and get at it!” I liked this girl’s terrific attitude.

We both undressed. Annette was wearing something akin to a blue golf shirt. I could tell she had on a brassier that lifted her luscious pair of goodies so they were more prominent. I approved! I was wearing exactly the same outfit I had dawn for my romp with Penny Chatsworth some 48 hours earlier. I also liberally applied the cologne that my sex partners often found appealing. I was nude first and displayed my penis to Annette. It was on the verge of becoming fully stiff, but it wasn’t even close to halfway yet. As Annette striped to her skivvies, I played with my shaft to significantly speed up my erection. “Let me help you with that!” Annette insisted and began to stroke the shaft and caress my balls, too. For someone who was allegedly a virgin, she seemed sexually experienced.

“You do that very well, Annette. Are you sure this is your first time doing this sort of thing?” I asked her.

“Yes, it is. However, I read a lot on a multitude of subjects,” Annette informed me. “Human sexuality is one of the topics I’ve been reading about lately. I think I know how to arouse a male in quite a few ways. I guess I’ll find out for sure tonight.” Within a few seconds, my dick was both solid and pointing skyward. Her book-reading had served Annette—and me—well!

Annette was a very appealing sight standing before me in her underwear. Her breasts were totally adorable for a girl her age. I immediately undid her bra so I could examine them more closely. They jiggled slightly as they came to rest—which was a total turn-on for me. I just loved girls’ tits—and always had. Annette’s panties amusingly had Winnie the Pooh on them which gave her an air of innocence. I was tempted to ask for them as souvenirs of our night together. She stepped out of them to reveal a vagina with only a hint of fine hair on it. It looked yummy.

“I have to lick that immediately!” I told her as I set her on the couch. I assumed that’s where we’d be screwing, too. I separated her legs and placed my face squarely on her vagina. True to my word, I wasted no time sampling it with my tongue. After a half dozen upward licks, I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs so I could stick my tongue into her channel. That made Annette gasp. I then stuck the middle finger of my right hand inside her and gave her a few thrusts. She instantly became wet.

“My dick is much thicker than my thumb. I want to please you thoroughly with my big penis, Annette.”

“Carry me to Mom’s bedroom, please, Curtis. That’s where we can copulate.” Annette said with an amusing formalness. Mrs. Madigan followed silently behind the two of us.

I lifted Annette off her feet and carried her much like a groom carries his bride over the threshold. She was quite light, certainly weighing less than 100 pounds. I plopped her on the bed and quickly mounted her. My dick was throbbing in anticipation. I drove it into her probably harder than I should have, but I was beyond horny. Annette face indicated pleasurable surprise as I pushed my penis into her with great gusto. I began to give Annette a series of short thrusts with added commentary. Frankly, I was so overcome by lust that I was babbling. “Your pussy is so tight, Annette. Damn! I could fuck it forever. Do you like me being inside you? Does it feel good to you too? Are you pleased?”

I only stopped the screwing to suck on her stiff nipples. They were nicely erect and so inviting to me. After about 10 long, slow, romantic thrusts of my rod I pulled out. As I had earlier promised, I unloaded several ropes of semen across Annette’s sexy chest. Puddles of cum formed between her lovely tits and within the hollow of her neck. Stands of my semen were literally hanging from her nipples. To me it was a work of art. I affectionately embraced my sexy young bedmate. “I generally like to go slower than that,” I told her, “but you brought out the animal in me tonight, Annette! I really enjoyed that fuck!” Now we were both covered in my goo.

“This is a little bit gross,” Annette admitted, “but it’s also very sexy.” I tried to coax Annette to taste a dollop of my sperm, but she declined the offer.

“Are we done?” she asked. I got the impression she wanted the answer to be no. Accordingly, I replied, “Not if you want to continue, Annette. I have nowhere else to go tonight.”

We spent the next 45 minutes just cuddling and kissing. My penis eventually hardened for an encore performance. This time I asked Annette to ride me to another orgasm. “That way you can be in charge of this fuck,” I told her. She liked the idea and climbed aboard. I lifted her up and down on my hard shaft until my penis was ready to do its thing again. Ten minutes of cowgirl action did the trick. I pulled out of her and fired another load of semen that mostly ended up on my abdomen and torso. I was surprised I had that much left in my balls after such as massive spurt earlier.

“How was that, Curtis?” Annette surprisingly asked me, as if she were the sexual veteran and I was the newbie.

“Quite lovely, Annette. Thank you for the fuck.” I said sincerely.

Annette still had plans for us. “Please stay and sleep with me tonight, Curtis. That would be the perfect ending to this night. I want to wake up in the morning ready for another fuck.”

Mrs. Madigan spoke up. “Tomorrow’s a school day, dear. Don’t forget about that commitment.”

Annette pondered her options. “Hey, in the morning I could always phone the school’s attendance secretary to say I was in bed and not coming to school. She’d just assume I was ill.”

“I could do the same thing,” I announced. “But I’d be totally frank. I’d say I’m in bed with a sexy girl. The attendance secretary at my school would get a kick out of my honesty.”