Chapter 1
Kimberly sat staring at the Time magazine but saw nothing. She was too nervous. She hated doctors' offices, and also hated having to wait in the reception room along with all the sick, coughing people and crying babies. But it was necessary, she knew that. She promised herself never to make the same mistake again.
She reviewed her lines in her mind, the false name, address, age. Each time she went over them her heart fluttered with the fear that she wouldn't be able to pull it off. Then she'd try to convince herself nothing could go wrong; she looked eighteen, even if she was only sixteen, and if she played it cool, just said enough but not too much, everything would work.
"Miss Watson?" the nurse called out. That was Kimberly's false name, Glenda Watson. She stood up, smoothed her short skirt down on her thighs and smiled. The nurse smiled back, "Right this way, please."
Kim followed the attractive nurse in white down a long corridor to its end. The nurse opened a door and directed Kim inside. "Doctor Conrad will be with you in a few moments," she said. "Sit down and relax."
The nurse left and Kim looked around the small office. Whoever this Doctor Conrad was he sure didn't rate much of an office, she thought. The other ones she had passed in the corridor were much larger and more impressive; this doctor was obviously the newcomer to the medical center. It suddenly dawned on her that he might be young, and a flurry of panic rumbled in her stomach. When she had looked on the phone book to pick a doctor on the other side of town, one who was a total stranger and knew nothing about her or her family, she just assumed he would be an older man.
The office door opened and Kim's fears were confirmed. A man in white, at the most thirty years old and dreadfully handsome, entered. "Hello," he said. "I'm Doctor Conrad."
"Hello," Kim meekly answered.
He was tall and thin, his face was chiseled with sharp features, but rugged in a sensitive way. Kim wanted to lurch up and run, she didn't want to discuss her problem with a man who was so attractive. He smiled and looked down at the short information form she had filled out in the reception room. "You are Glenda Watson, right?"
Kim nodded. "Yes."
He sat behind his desk and looked at her. Doctor James Conrad was pleased to have such a young, attractive patient; she would be a fresh breath of air in a day otherwise filled with elderly patients and chronic, middle-aged complainers. He could see the nervousness in her large brown eyes, eyes which reminded him of a startled doe in the forest. Her soft brown hair glowed with shining health as it cascaded in large waves down across her shoulders toward two firmly set breasts of substantial size.
James looked back at the sheet of paper. "And you live at 173 Madison Avenue?"
Kim swallowed. "Yes."
"I see. Why have you come all the way across town? Do you have a family doctor?"
As James caught her furtive glance he instantly knew he had a liar on his hands. "Uh ... well, I....I wanted to see a new doctor, not our regular doctor."
He let her off the hook and appeared to accept the answer at face value. A brief review of the paper showed the age was eighteen, occupation student, name of parents Mr. and Mrs. Walter Watson. James laid the paper on his desk and leaned back in his chair. His eyes drifted across the soft, bare flesh of her calves and upper thighs. She had her legs crossed tight with nervousness, her whole posture reflected tension.
"Okay," he said. "What can I do for you?"
She blushed, cleared her throat again, finally spoke, "I ... uh, that is my boyfriend . ... well, he's really not my boyfriend anymore ... told me something, and I thought I should see a doctor." Kim felt ridiculous, she was blowing it, stammering like a dumb kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Hold it, hold it," James said. "Start with what your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, told you."
His warm smile made Kim relax. She inhaled. "He says he has VD."
James' eyebrow lifted. "Then shouldn't he be the one visiting me?"
"Well, not exactly. You see he told me because . ... we were together after he got it." Kim wanted to die, she wanted to shrink up and blow away like an autumn leaf-she felt so foolish.
"Oh, I see," the doctor said. "Then you'd like me to see if you have it or not, right?"
Kim nodded.
James wanted to laugh but held it in; the poor creature looked so miserable, so helpless and lost as she slumped in the chair. A quick glance at the narrowness of her waist where the tight sweater hugged it let him know it would be pure pleasure to examine her. And he was sure she sat on a fine pair of round buttocks and possessed a fresh little cunt. If that pussy did show any signs of venereal disease it would be his duty, and what a glorious duty, to drive away the evil spirits.
"Okay," he said while standing. "Go behind the screen and take off your clothing. There's a smock hanging back there, you can put that on. When you've changed come out and sit on the examination table."
Kim looked over at the padded table with the rounded edges and usual covering of paper. She stood up slowly; it was too late to back out now, but she hadn't expected to have to undress. "Don't you just take a blood test?" she asked.
"No," the doctor answered. "We take that too, but I also have to examine you for any physical symptoms."
"Oh." Kim went to the screen and stepped behind it.
James knew doctors weren't supposed to get excited by their patients . ... but he also knew that was a lot of bunk. No man was inhuman enough to not feel a tinge of arousal at the prospect of watching this delightful young doll trot around his office with her bare buns hanging out.
He swiveled his chair around and faced the only window in his office. The shades were down except for the last twelve inches. He kept them that way for a reason; all that could be seen outside were the tops of the usual medical center juniper bushes, but if he leaned back just so, he saw much more. The reflection of Kim in the glass behind the screen. It wasn't the clearest picture, but it was good enough.
He watched as she set her purse down on the small stand and removed her shoes. She was undressing with hesitant, apprehensive slowness which didn't bother him at all, in fact he enjoyed it just that much more. Then she lifted her sweater up and over her head and he saw the large, full cups of a white bra straining to hold her two breasts snugly inside.
James had intentionally said, "Take off your clothing" without specifying which articles in the hope that she would remove it all. But the bra stayed on and she undid her short skirt. He could feel his anxious rod stiffening in his pants as she removed the skirt and set it on the table. Her panties were also white, brilliant white, and hugged up tight right around her jutting rump and flat lower belly like a coat of paint. Her fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and wiggled the satin briefs down the exceptionally long length of her legs.
He inhaled and his cock lurched upright in his pants when he saw the sparse fuzz above the vee between her legs. It was like a smear of chocolate, mild, semi-sweet chocolate from the finest box of valentine candies. She quickly pulled the gown down from the hook behind the screen and pushed her arms into it. It was a crisp white hospital smock, full coverage in the front, ties in the back.
Kim could only manage to tie the top strings, the ones at the back of her neck, since she couldn't reach the others. She felt so naked, so nervous, so foolish. Now she was expected to walk out there like this with him watching; she knew he would be able to see her bare backside. He's a doctor, it's okay, she kept telling herself over and over. It's his job, doctors don't get excited or turned on like other men.
When she emerged from behind the screen James watched the soft lift and fall of each proud cheek of her ass. She held the gown closed at the back as best she could with one hand, but when it was time to slide up onto the examination table she had to use both hands and the fanny was totally exposed.
James was glad he was wearing his full-length doctor's jacket, as it obscured his swollen erection as he stood. "I'll be right back, Glenda," he said. "I have to wash first."
As she sat there on the cold paper, Kim watched him step behind the screen and heard the bathroom door open, then the water running. She didn't see everything, though, James let the water run in the basin as he reached out the bathroom door and grabbed her purse. It took him only a few moments to find her identification and copy down the right name, Kimberly Lewis, address, and age, sixteen.
When the doctor came from behind the screen Kim felt a cold shudder run up her spine. The moment of truth was close. She wished she had never come, decided she'd rather suffer the ravages of VD than ever submit to such an ordeal again.
"Okay, Glenda, now I want you to relax and lay back on the table," he said.
Kim lowered her body and felt the cold paper against her shoulders while her legs hung over the edge of the table. James looked down; the gown had pulled up high enough to expose the tops of her mellow thighs, the full bounty of her crotch, the wisping brown fur cap.
"That's fine, now slide yourself up a little more," he instructed. He touched her for the first time and felt the stiffness in her lithe body. His hands held her at the waist and he guided her into the position he wanted.
When his hands touched her narrow waist Kim was unnerved at first, then amazed by the gentleness and confidence in them. At least he seemed to know what he was doing, she decided. Then she saw him reaching down toward the base of the table and bringing two dreadful contraptions up into position. She knew what they were for and wanted to cry.
Stirrups. Foot rests for her dainty feet after she hoisted her Umber legs up and back to expose the area of her crotch fully. He smiled, stared right into her eyes, and lifted each foot up, then pushed gently back until the knee bent and he had placed her in the humiliating position.
The foot rests were cold on her bare feet, but it was nothing compared to the coldness she felt across the lips of her now open and displayed vagina. She stared at the ceiling and kept her mouth tightly closed, but she could tell he was looking down on her, viewing her vulnerably presented pussy.
James had never seen a more delicious looking, ripe little twat in his life. It was like a fresh peach just waiting to be bitten into and spill juice all over the mouth of the lucky eater. He pulled his stool close to the table and slowly sat down to get a close-up view of the splendid cunt.
The thighs were wide apart and her pink pussy lips sat between pulpy foreskins like a slice in a cherry pie. Her round buns sat underneath, stretched up and partially open, and he could see the pink dot-like hole of her anus. James took a deep breath and felt the sweet odor of her sensitive crotch fill his ecstatic nostrils; he could even taste how wonderful she'd be. His eyes scoured every thing, the hair, the lips, the cheeks of her ass, and saw no overt signs of venereal disease.
But what they did see sent spasms of steaming passion along the whole length of his rigid, throbbing rod. James knew he was staring at the prime filet, the choice cut, the fresh bud of a rosebush about to burst into maturity. It was perfect, a brand-spanking-new twat at the starting gate of life and, obviously, it was capable of some fine racing.
He touched the full flesh of her vulva very gently with one finger. The sweet mounds of her ass tightened, and he saw a slight shudder tremble across the flawless expanse of her well-tanned inner thighs. Keeping the finger against her skin he moved it slowly, gently, up and over the red-lipped opening, then down the other side to draw a circle around the crack.
Kim was about to explode. He was down there, his face was only inches from her ever-so-sensitive pussy ... and the finger ... it was touching her, moving, running a line of electric voltage right into her guts where it blasted outward like bolts of lightning to inflame her whole body. She had let her ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, touch her there that night; it was the first time she ever allowed anyone to do such a thing. And it was that fatal mistake which got her into this whole mess.
It was so stupid! Jimmy was a nice boy, a senior at school and a real dream. All the girls thought Jimmy was the nicest guy on the whole campus. He played football and baseball, had a grade average everyone envied, and he was so handsome! But he was also wild, maybe reckless. That didn't matter to Kim, she liked his happy, gay attitude toward life even if it did mean he refused to go steady with one girl and preferred to date several. That was okay with Kim; it meant he could find his thrills elsewhere and not put her into a position of constantly refusing his advances. Or at least that's what she had thought.
They had spent the day out at the lake with a bunch of the other kids from school. It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon and they swam, picnicked, played volleyball and had a great time. Kim wore her new bikini, one which wasn't as scandalous as those the other girls were wearing but was still quite revealing. She had to take special care to make sure the untanned areas of white flesh which were not exposed to the sun got extra-thick coatings of tanning lotion.
Someone had showed up with beer and wine. Kim didn't like it, she felt like a prude, but she had been told what beer can do to someone on a hot day. She wanted to stop Jimmy, but decided that would be stupid; she politely turned down the offer of some wine and kept silent
"Oh, come on, Kim" Jimmy said. "You must be thirsty. What harm can a little bit of wine do?"
"No, really, Jimmy, I'd rather not."
Jimmy didn't say anything more, he just did a rotten thing. He turned his back on Kim and started talking to one of the other girls, real friendly talk, charming ... She was eagerly drinking a can of beer. Kim felt the hollowness of rejection and realized she was indeed being a prude, a damper, a dud.
"Okay, I'll have a small glass of wine," she finally said.
Jimmy was once again his attentive self and poured her a styrofoam cup of red. It tasted sweet, harmless and Kim drank. By the time the sun was getting low she had finished three cups of the mellow wine and didn't feel a thing. She was numb. Jimmy helped her to his car; he was giggling and babbling away so fast she was unable to understand his words.
They collapsed into the front seat of the car and Jimmy leaned across to search in the glove box for his keys. The next thing she knew they were kissing. They had kissed before but never like this! She felt his beer-soaked tongue whip into her mouth and thrash around like a wild animal ... and Kim thrashed back with her hot, wine-soaked tongue.
It felt so good, so warm, so secure to have his muscled arms around her shoulders and feel his mouth on hers. His tongue was caressing her lips, her teeth, her gums and even the roof of her wet mouth. Kim circled his neck with her slim arms and drew his face in ever tighter to hers. She stabbed her pointed tongue deep inside his lips, passionately, in a way she had always dreamed about but had never had the courage to try before that afternoon.
Kim had never felt such an excitement in her life! Jimmy was kissing her ear, pushing his moist, soft tongue right into it and making her whole body pound with thrills. She never knew such a thing could happen just by kissing an ear! It was like she was drowning in a tub of hot, sudsy water; her thighs tingled, her heart was pounding away like a woodpecker in her chest, she could even feel the throbbing pressure of her pumping pulse.
When his hand came to rest on the bare outcropping of her breast Kim realized he was moving awfully fast. She had allowed him to fondle her breasts before, but usually as the last act after a long session of much more harmless necking. Now he was going after them right away. But she didn't stop him; after all they were in the car and just about to leave the lake, he couldn't go very far in the few minutes they would kiss.
His hands glided from one breast top to the other, sliding on the abundant suntan oil, gently squeezing and feeling. It felt wonderful, and she enjoyed letting him do it.
Jimmy slid his hand down and under the scant cover of the bikini top, until he had her left breast cupped fully in his palm. Kim knew now was the time to stop him, to ask him politely not to do that to her ... but she couldn't, her body was whirling in orbit around the tongue washing inside her ear. It felt so good, and it was so harmless, a tongue in an ear, and she wanted it to go on forever and ever.
His large hand squeezed the full meatiness of the breast and sent shimmers of tingling heat into her from another area of her body. Jimmy could feel the extremely soft, pliant skin of her large, pink nipple. He had kissed her nipples once, only once, and that was enough to make him determined to go all the way with Kim. She was a knock-out, built like a dream, but still too afraid to get into heavy sex like the other girls. The only reason Jimmy put up with her innocent foolishness was because he wanted to be the first guy to stick it in her splendid body.
He rubbed the nipple with his palm and felt it grow hard against him; then he squeezed the breast hard and Kim let a low, helpless groan escape her lips. He had her turned on now and knew it. Jimmy was elated, she hadn't once tried the usual begging for him to stop, pushing his hands away, asking to be taken home. He pinched the nipple and felt how stiff and puckered it had become. It was like a hot raisin in his fingers and she still didn't resist.
The wine and the tongue in the ear. Yeah, the ear was something he had never tried before. In fact he'd only heard about it the other day from one of the guys. It was working wonders. She was melting in his arms. Jimmy moved his hand through her bikini top to the other breast and pinched into the soft nipple to feel that one grow into a tight pucker too.
Kim was confused, foggy. She couldn't really think straight, and each time she tried Something down deep inside her said not to. It was been such a wonderful day and now everything felt so much more wonderful.
When Jimmy pushed down on the bikini top it dropped away from the large, firm breasts and they were completely exposed. Kim didn't even realize it as he gazed down on the white globs of soft flesh with the rose-red nipples jabbing out like pencil points. She had great tits, big, full, high and pointed ... like one of those models they draw for the lingerie ads.
His lips were dying to taste the deliciousness of the nipples and bumpy tissue surrounding them, but Jimmy was going to try something new, a different approach. The bit with the ear had worked to throw her off guard, and now something else might work just as well. He ignored the breasts, even took his hand away from them, let them sit there fully exposed and vulnerable like two undesired melons.
The hand moved down to her belly and softly caressed back and forth. He even wiggled his fingertip into her navel and gave that shallow hole a thrill. Kim was confused alright; here she had allowed him to play with her breasts, to fondle them, pinch and squeeze ... she'd even let him pull her bikini top down and totally bare them, and what did he do? He ignored them.
Kim tilted her head to the side and brought her lips down to his neck. She let her tongue slide out to lick and taste his oiled flesh. He was even ignoring her ear! She kissed upward until his ear was at her lips. Then she did a daring thing-she stabbed her tongue-tip right into it.
Jimmy stiffened; he'd never realized how exciting it was himself. No wonder she got so turned on, he thought. His breath caught in his throat, his erect cock pounded with smoldering heat. She was driving him up the wall with her twisting, licking tongue. His hand moved down, he couldn't stop it; it slid right down and nestled between her legs. He felt the incredible fire of her crotch.
Kim's thighs opened slightly and she felt the pressure of his hand against her exploding pussy. She knew she was wet, running, with boiling liquids, hotter than she had ever felt in her life. And she wanted his hand there, wanted to have him press against the crying passion of her pussy until all the pent-up excitement in her body was released.
Jimmy looked down at the beauty of her swaying breasts sitting so lonely under his face. He threw all his plans to the wind; he just couldn't resist. He lowered his face and kissed the swollen mammoths. To his surprise, Kim's chest arched forward and she jammed the soft melons firmly into his sweaty face. She was actually pushing them eagerly up to him!
He kissed and licked back and forth, always coming closer to the anxious nipples. Kim was dying to feel him suck her caps, to have him draw them into his mouth and pull hard, really hard. To suck at them like he was trying to draw milk and make the nipples feel like they would burst right open....
Kim's hands came to the back of his head and pressed him even more solidly into her uplifted meat. For the first time in her life she didn't care; she wanted to feel good and couldn't give a damn about the cautions, the standards, the morals and all that silly bullshit. She wanted her tits sucked.
When the nipple came neatly between his lips Jimmy kissed it, then let it flow inside his mouth. It was like a fresh strawberry, a gourmet treat, a boiling cherry on his tongue. And his hand in her crotch now worked up and down against her pelvic bone and soft fullness ... she was letting him do it, not resisting at all while he jacked her off. Jimmy was ecstatic; Kim was finally coming around.
When he bit the nipple Kim drew in a deep, long breath of air. It felt so good! It was exactly what she wanted.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes, Jimmy. Bite me! Bite my nipples real hard!"
Jimmy was shocked to say the least; he had never expected anything but resistance from her, and now she was crying for him to chew her tits up. He clamped down hard on the nipple and felt it collapse like a chewy candy between his sharp teeth. He knew it had to hurt, but she only twisted her torso, jammed her tit against his nose, chin and eyes for more and more.
He gave it to her. Kim felt his teeth chewing at her soft globes, eating them like a dog attacks a bone. And it was driving her to higher and higher peaks of excitement. And his hand; she had forgotten completely about that! It was rubbing against her fire-laden pussy with greater and greater pressure.
"That's it, Jimmy ... Yes, that's so good!" she cried, as the swells of burning heat inside her guts started to issue outward. A sudden sense of absolute happiness came over her; tears welled in her brown eyes, and she could hardly breath. Her hips jerked, her breasts trembled, she gasped, and the lips of her well-rubbed twat glistened with thick, juicy moisture as it flowed from her insides.
Her climax was a complete surprise to Jimmy. She jammed her crotch up hard against his hand and he felt her grabbing at his wrist, pulling it. He thought she was going to stop Mm now, going to jerk his hand away and give him that we-went-to-far look. But what she did caught him so off-guard he almost fell down to the car floor.
She did pull his hand up, but at the same time she pushed her bikini bottoms down and away from her gurgling pussy. Then, much to Jimmy's shocked pleasure, she laid his hand right back down where it was before. Except this time there was nothing between his fingers and the excited, steaming cunt.
"Please ... please," she begged. "Touch me, make me feel real good. Pinch me and rub me...."
His cock was like an ignited stick of dynamite standing stiff and confined in his swimsuit. Jimmy felt the slick wetness and cooking heat of her pussy. It was soaked, as greased as the rest of her oiled body, and lifting up, begging for him to touch it, to slide a finger inside, to finger-fuck her.
"Oh, I feel so good," she sighed. Kim wrapped her arms tight around his head and just rolled sideways until they were laid out on the auto seat. She closed her eyes and imagined it was somewhere else, some romantic, tropical setting, and that they were lying under a palm tree at the beach.
Jimmy's face was smothered with her hot, sweltering breasts as he slid his finger up and down the juicy crease between her legs. He knew he was home free, she was too turned on to ever stop him now. The flush of excitement in his body screamed with joy, he was going to put it to the girl every other guy on campus would give up his car for.
"Oh ... yes, yesssssss ... she hissed, as his middle finger found her opening and slid between the trembling lips of her anxious pussy. She would let him go this far and no further, just stick the finger in there and draw one more happy climax from her turmoil of throbbing juices. Just one more climax.
His finger slid in easily, and Jimmy felt the extreme tightness of her hole collapse around him. He knew how to finger-fuck a girl, he had done that many times, and now he used all his experience to give Kim the thrill of her life. He took several deep dives inside the twat, then pulled back to the clitoris. That was the key, the button, the gong to ring. Kim's limber young body twisted out of control and lurched hungrily up to separate her soft thighs even more.
But the bikini bottoms were in the way; she couldn't really open up her legs. Kim used one hand and reached down to push the bothersome things to her knees. Then she bent her legs and felt them slide down to her ankles, and with a slight kick of her foot they dangled around one ankle. Kim opened herself wide to Jimmy's exploring, exciting fingers.
Jimmy's cock was driving him nuts. The head was pounding like a hammer, his chest was heaving with each breath. She was writhing, twisting her nudeness under him with total abandon, the girl was asked to be fucked. Not with a finger, but with his stiff, large cock of hard muscle. His free hand pushed at his trunks until they were well down his legs and the enlarged member sprang free like a charging gladiator. It was a splendid root of good length, with a wide-flared head of purple hue. It rose from a base of low-hanging balls and thick, curly blond hair like a strong, young tree in the spring.
Jimmy bided his time, though; he didn't want to make any hasty moves which might scare her off the wonderful course she was on. He pressed against her knotted, tight clitoris and rubbed it back and forth with short, rapid strokes of the finger. Her hips were jerking with regularity, she was even rising up hungrily to meet his pleasant probes. He took his free hand and slid it under her uplifted rump to feel the tremendous meaty softness of her ass.
Kim liked that; his hand hoisted her up higher, opened her up even more to his manipulating fingers. She was close, about to experience a second climax, and she could tell it was going to be the greatest of all. Better than any she had ever worked herself up to, better than the one she had just had. It felt like a thousand tiny firecrackers were going off inside her, and any minute the real big explosion would occur.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned as her hips slammed up high and eager at Jimmy's hand. It was coming, she could feel the boiling cream churning like cooked butter inside her. "Yes! Yes! It feels so good!"
Jimmy knew his cue. He quickly moved between her outstretched legs while still stroking her clitoris and biting her thrashing, hard-nippled breasts. His cock was hollering with urgency, bellowing out to feel the tight, juicy hug of the rumbling, glorying cunt only inches away.
Kim's head whipped back and forth to send her long hair into a wild tangle across her face. Her body was pumping, gushing, blasting out passionate joy. She never wanted it to stop if there was any way on earth to always feel so good she wanted to know how.
When his thick cockhead pressed against the lips of her wet box Kim suddenly froze. She forced her hips down and felt his hand being crushed under her fanny. She looked down at the long, poised stick and groaned. She was in the middle of her climax and he was ruining it all by trying to put his cock inside her, trying to fuck her while she was helplessly heaving her body up to him.
"Nooooooo ... please...." she moaned.
"Kim ... Kim, don't stop me," begged Jimmy. "Not now, not now while it can be so great!"
She reached down and clamped her hand across the still-screaming lips of her cunt to block his en trance. "Oh, please, Jimmy, I don't want to go that far ... please just use your finger," she cried.
"What about me?" he asked. "Am I just supposed to make you happy? Don't I get to enjoy myself too?"
Kim knew she was asking quite a lot.-Her lips trembled with apprehension she wanted him to resume what he was doing and bring back the ecstasy of her climax, but on the other hand she didn't want to go all the way ... not just yet. Now, now, not in a car.
"Oh, Jimmy," she cried. "I'm sorry, but please . ... "
Jimmy looked mad; she was really torturing him. Then she compromised. "Wait, just rub it against me. Don't put it inside, just work it up and down against me, okay?"
Jimmy didn't answer. He just fell forward and she felt the warm tool snuggle inside her crotch. It ran parallel to the lips of her pussy and they slithered against the thick pole to coat it with her cooking juice. He knew it would feel much better inside her, but for now he would just slide it up and down against her, masturbate her with his cock.
She had never even seen a cock up close except in pictures, but the sensitive flesh of her crotch seemed to reach out and feel everything about it, each nook and cranny, the pulpy, wide head and long, veined shaft. It was a delightful thing to have moving between your legs, driving pleasure against your bubbling, responding box.
"Ummmmmm," she was humming. Then she gasped and let out a cry of arousal, "Oh! Yes...."
He knew exactly what to do. Jimmy's mouth clamped around her ear and sucked; then the tongue slid inside and her whole body began to jerk and twist under him. His cock was whipping up and down, grinding against her with faster and faster strokes as she rose to feel each sliding inch of fire-hot stiffness.
"Uggghhhhh ... Yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm ... I'm...."
She was at the peak of her climax, her eyes were closed, and she whipped her tongue rapidly across her lips as the glorious shafts of passion stabbed through her. Jimmy brought his meat low, and with an adjustment of his hips stabbed it right into the cream-gushing pussy lips.
At first she didn't realize what was happening, only that something was different, actually better. Then she felt her pussy lips stretch open with pain; his cockhead was muscling right inside her happy hole. Kim tried to twist her hips away, tried to evade the entering cock, but his hand under her ass held her firmly in place and there was no escape.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried as the searing pains ripped throughout her crotch. "Please don't!"
He was determined, no matter how much she screamed he was going to get his cock inside her.
Jimmy gave his rod a firm shove and the head popped abruptly into the squeezing entrance of her frantic gash. Kim strained to pull away, but he had her trapped under his weight; the cock was in and was now trying to shove deeper and deeper.
"Jimmy, no! Please don't! Please!" she cried out loud. "Not all the way, please!"
Her struggles were only exciting him more and Jimmy pushed ahead. When his cock came to the resistant wall of her hymen he knew he'd have to give her a brutal, shoving thrust. He decided to wait, to work his cockhead back and forth for a while until she accepted it and quit the silly struggling. As the flared tip of his pole moved in and out the short distance Kim did calm down somewhat, and the extreme pleasure started to return.
"No deeper, please," she begged in a soft voice. "Not right now, please. Some other time ... please...."
Kim had never felt so helpless in all her life. She was at his mercy. At any moment he could drive the cock to its full depth, smash her hymen and stuff her virgin cunt with hard, throbbing pecker. Tears flowed from her eyes, and she sniffed and looked up at him, imploring, pleading.
Jimmy kept his cock sliding to the shallow depth and tried to decide whether to take her now or wait. But his answer was pre-ordained. The tip of his cock shuddered with the thrill of getting inside the snug clamp of her twat and needed nothing more. At the last second Jimmy nodded agreement and Earn relaxed, then his cock erupted with the white paste of pent-up arousal.
He splattered his sticky cream inside the lips of the hole and out onto the soft brown hair. Kim felt the flowing paste as it smeared inside her and dribbled down her vulva and ass-cheeks. He issued several thrusting loads of jism across her crotch in a display of climaxing happiness. Then Jimmy collapsed on top of her nude body with a feeling of some accomplishment. No guy had ever gotten this far with Kim; he may not have popped her cherry, but he had fucked her, in a way, at least.