Chapter 4
Jim Arland thought he wouldn't be able to wait another minute before he just had to jack off and come so hard he'd paint the ceiling with his cum.
He lay in bed and fingered his stiff cock, keeping the sheet and blanket pulled up around his neck. He looked at the light coming under his door from the hallway and wished his parents would hurry up and get the hell to bed.
His room was dark. He'd gone to bed early, even, just to try to give them the hint.
He remembered the warm, silky sensation of Betty Johnson's hot, wet pussy around his flaming cock, and he gripped it suddenly and slipped his hand up and down the stalk.
He stopped just as quickly. That damn bed! Squeak! Squeak!
He'd nearly drenched the springs with oil earlier tonight, but he still hadn't found that goddamn squeak.
Why don't they go to bed? I'm dying!
He made a circle of thumb and forefinger and very slowly ringed his swollen glans. It felt as if it were on fire!
"Ohhhh," he moaned softly. "I fucked her . . . I actually got my prick all the way up her pussy and let go in there! I came in a girl's cunt!"
He moaned again and rocked his head back on the pillow and jacked his prick again, making the bed squeak.
Fuck the goddamn bed!
It sounded like a good idea, and he rolled over onto his stomach. He buried his prick between the sheets and his stomach and pumped his buttocks up and down.
That was what he'd have done to Betty if she'd been in the bed with him right then.
Fd fuck her like this, he thought. And like this. Ohhh, would I fuck her!
The light was suddenly gone. It came as a subtle difference in his dim room. He lifted his head and made his butt go still. He looked toward the door, and his pulse raced.
Finally!
He lay still a while longer. Sometimes his mother came in and checked on him. Sometimes she didn't. He stayed on his belly until he couldn't stand it any more. Then he rolled over onto his back again, keeping one eye on the door and the covers up around his neck.
Minutes dragged by. He wished she'd come in and get it over with so he could be alone with his thrilling memories of Betty's sucking mouth and fleshy tits and round ass and warm, silky cunt.
His hand moved up and down his cock again as he thought about it all. The bed squeaked. He didn't give a damn. Let it squeak! I want to come!
He was nearly there. His prick throbbed wildly. Then he remembered he'd forgotten to get any Kleenex to catch his load in.
Damn!
Then he laughed nervously. Hell, he'd need the whole box to clean up after this load he had boiling in his balls!
He stretched out but couldn't quite reach the box. Swearing softly over his own dumbness, he sat up in bed and made a sideways lunge for it, toward his desk.
The covers slipped down over his straining cock. He got the box and lifted two out. He looked at his prick in the dim light. He bent over and tried to smell it to see if the aroma of her cunt was still there.
He smelled his right hand. There was a faint, heady trace of her juices on his hand. He smelled again and again, jacking himself with his left hand as he did.
The bed squeaked again. He groaned and settled into it, ready to go at himself in earnest. He squeezed his eyes shut and brought back all the sights, all the memories, all the touches and sensations.
He left out the bad parts, the yelling and belittling comments. He concentrated on the way her tits had felt around his cock, so soft and warm and silky.
He remembered the sweet shock of her tongue lapping along the underside of his prick as her lips and warm wet mouth slid down over him.
He remembered the way he hadn't been able to stop himself from coming, the way he'd hosed and hosed and just let it all go into her drinking, swallowing mouth.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
God, was he ready! He was going to come! Right into her mouth again! Right up her slick pussy! Oh, shit! Not now, Mom!
He gasped and shuddered and shook and felt his whole groin throb wildly as fear shot through him. His hand flew from his cock and he yanked the covers over himself again.
He sat up and stared at the door that was opening slowly and quietly. Crap, did she see me? Oh, crap!
He heard a whisper. "Jimmy?"
He sat up fully and stared at the small dim shape in the doorway. "Holly! What the hell do you want? Get out of here!" he whispered hoarsely.
She closed the door. He heard her hurry across the room, her bare feet whispering over the floor. He could only stare in open-mouthed silence as she clicked on the dim desk lamp.
Her small, budding body was outlined by the light. She wore a turquoise baby doll nightie, and the thing was totally transparent. As she moved, he could see the sharp little cones of her tits and the tight, thrusting pout of her ass.
"Jimmy, guess what?" she whispered, coming toward his bed, standing right there in front of him with the light shining through her nightie and outlining her sweet young body.
"Holly . . . " he groaned, his cock throbbing with terrible pain and frustration now. He had his knees drawn up under the covers so that the straining rod wouldn't show at his lap.
Holly grinned suddenly and looked toward his lap. She reached out with a dainty hand and grabbed a handful of covers and giggled.
"Jesus!" he croaked hoarsely at her.
"I know what you've got under there, Jimmy. I heard you jacking off. Is it big and stiff? Oh, let me see it, Jimmy!"
He flushed all over and went hot and cold. The little nut, didn't she know what kind of shape he was in? Did she come in here to get herself fucked or something?
"What are you talking about, stupid! I wasn't doing anything but trying to sleep!"
"You were too. I heard your bed squeaking through the wall. I know you were jacking off. Oh, let me see it, Jimmy." She looked at him a moment. "If you don't let me see your prick, I won't tell you what Miss Poston and I did today and what she wanted me to tell you about."
"Miss Poston!" he gasped. So she'd squealed to Holly on him! Betty'd been right-she was a cold old fink!
Holly didn't even give him a chance to reply. She grabbed the edge of the covers and yanked them out of his fingers and swept them over his upraised knees. His cock thrust up from his lap like a short, bobbing leg.
"Ohhhhh, Jimmy!" Holly gasped softly.
"Aw, shit, Holly!" he wailed in a hoarse whisper. "What are you trying to do to me?
You'd better get out of here before Mom comes in, or before you get me doing something we'll both be sorry for."
She looked at him with a curiously dreamy and heated expression.
"Like what, Jimmy?"
He grinned nervously. "This thing's loaded, Holly. Loaded for bear. See it tremble? It was just about to go off when you came in and messed things up."
"I didn't mean to mess things up, Jimmy. Oh, I want to watch it go off again. Let me watch, Jimmy."
"What do you mean, again?"
"I saw you one night. Ooooh, you made me hot!"
He licked his lips and went hot all over himself, and his cock throbbed. Now that the shock of her discovery of him had worn off, he didn't mind having her look at his prick.
In fact, he started looking right at her pussy. "Hey, you owe me, Holly. You come in here and grab the covers off my hard prick and stare at it, but you don't let me see your pussy and tits. That isn't fair."
She giggled heatedly. "You can see them, Jimmy. All you ever had to do was ask."
"I'm asking," he gulped, feeling his armpits tingle.
Holly stood back slightly from the bed. She reached down and curled the tips of her fingers under the gauzy hem of her nightie. She lifted it up slowly.
"Shit, no panties!" Jim croaked.
He watched the slim lines of her young thighs appear. They swelled upward and flowed into narrow hips, met at the center of her body and marked the sweet vee of her crotch and nearly bald pussy.
He stared through the dim lighting at the puffiness of her dainty cunt and the hint of russet pubes around it.
"God . . . " he whispered softly.
His sister didn't have Betty's build, that was for sure. Her ass was small and tight, instead of big and broad and solid like Betty's. Her bush almost didn't exist.
Her cunt lips were small and puffy and tender looking, instead of juicy and kind of slobbering. And her tits were hardly bigger than his, only a lot sharper and more pointed. But Herb Lowry had tits that big. The guys kidded him every time he took a shower with them after gym. Only Herb's nipples weren't pink and exciting like Holly's. Jim didn't want to suck on Herb's tits, but he could nearly taste the sweetness of Holly's in his mouth right now.
"Jesus, Holly . . . " he gasped softly.
"You like me, Jimmy?" she whispered sex-ily, letting her nightie fall to the floor in a soft puddle. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"Holly!" he gasped. "What are you talking about! You're ray sister! A guy can't go around fucking his sister!"
"That's not what Miss Poston says, Jimmy," she giggled, reaching up to play with her bouncy, rubbery little tits.
"She what?"
"Oh, Jimmy, that's what I came in to tell you! Hey, I've got lots to tell you!"
"Well, tell me, for Christ's sake!" he cried.
"You'll never believe it," she said, running her dainty hands up and down her body, noticing the way his blue eyes watched every move she made and the way his breath sucked in when she cupped her pussy and slid her middle finger up her gap.
"Miss Poston said she wants me to fuck you?" Jimmy asked incredulously.
"Uh-huh," Holly moaned.
He reached out for her hips. "Oh God, come here, Holly! I'm ready, I'm ready!"
She backed away out of his grasp. "Not yet, Jimmy."
"What do you mean, not yet?"
"She wants to teach you how to fuck first."
Jim's head nearly came off. He shook it and blinked, certain that he hadn't heard her right. He squinted at her then. Another Betty in the making. She had to be.
"Bullshit," he said. "Holly, what the hell have you been smoking tonight?"
"I don't smoke anything, Jimmy, and you know it," she said angrily. "Do you want to hear what happened, or not? I was going to let you suck my pussy off, but if you're going to be this way, I'm going back to my room and do it with my fingers again. And you can lie in here in your squeaky old bed and jack that thing right off, I don't care!"
He looked at her. She was furious. That wasn't faked. Maybe the rest of it wasn't either. He looked at her sweet little pussy and licked his lips and remembered the satiny texture and aroma of Betty's cunt. He wanted that again.
"Okay, okay," he said placatingly. "Come on, Holly. Sit here on the bed and start againfrom the beginning, huh?"
She came over and sat beside him. She put one knee up on the bed next to his hip and left the other foot on the floor. Her little pussy was spread wide open.
Jim leaned over on his elbow so he could stare right into her crotch. He saw the puffy little lips and all the pinkness of her cunt, and his prick throbbed and throbbed.
Holly dabbled a fingertip in her gap. She kept the tissues pink and bloated. They began to glisten with her young honey, and they made sucking sounds against her fingertip.
"I'd made up my mind, Jimmy," she said. "I wanted a prick inside me so badly that I'd decided I was going to do it. I mean, that Mr. Jenkins was going to do it."
"Mr. Jenkins! Shit, what makes you think he'd fuck you?"
"He fucks any girl who comes to his office and asks for it, dummy. Don't you know anything?"
"He does?" Jim croaked, his cock throbbing again. He thought back over the way the girls always crowded around the front of the room after his class, fawning over him. Now he understood that they were after more than just another close look at him.
"Anyway," Holly went on, "Miss Poston came in and took me into her office and sat me down and started on the most fantastic lecture I've ever heard. I thought I was going to piss my panties!"
"What'd she say?" Jim asked, licking his lips, his eyes never leaving his sister's body. He looked at her sharp little tits and his eyes went over the pink nipples again and again. He kept looking at her sweet pussy and the way her butt cheeks swept up tightly and made little rounds of firm flesh against his sheet.
"She didn't ask, Jimmy, she told me why I was in there looking for Mr. Jenkins. She knew I wanted him to fuck me and pop my cherry. God, it was almost spooky!"
Jim's pulse pounded again. Shit, she was still a virgin! He peered closer, trying to see inside her cunt to see what a cherry looked like.
"Anyway, she started feeling me up and getting me so hot I didn't care whether it was her or Mr. Jenkins or who it was doing it, just as long as I came."
"She did what?" Jim cried, his cock nearly exploding. "Ohhh, Jesus, don't tell me she's a Lez!"
"No, no, she's not!" Holly cried quickly. "Listen, you've got to promise not to tell anyone, Jimmy. I mean anyone. Not Tom Bender, not anybody. If you breathe a word, Jimmy, it's all off. That's what she said. It's all off."
"What's all off?"
"She likes you, Jimmy. She likes you lots. She wants to fuck you."
"Shit!" he cried with disbelief.
Holly made an X over her left tit. "Cross my heart, Jimmy. She wants you to go see her tomorrow. She wants to teach you how to fuck. Then she wants you to be the one to pop my cherry and teach me how to fuck. Oh, Jimmy . . . don't tell anyone. Don't make her call it all off," Holly moaned, bending forward suddenly to wrap her dainty arms around his neck and hug him tightly.
Jim was stunned. Her tight little tits pressed against his cheek. He smelled the sweetness rising headily from her wet, open pussy. The thought was staggering to him.
His teacher wanted to fuck him. And she wanted him to pop his own little sister open. He couldn't believe it. His prick weaved and pounded and bobbed.
"She wants me to fuck you?" he asked dumbly.
"Uh-huh. She says you're sweet and innocent and good. She says Mr. Jenkins is shitty, just out for a piece of ass. And so are all the other guys, like Bender. She doesn't want you to get like them. She wants you to stay the way you are. I told her I thought you were a dumb clob, and she didn't like that at all."
"Thanks a lot," Jim said.
She mussed his hair affectionately. "Oh, you know what I meant. You just aren't smooth and cool like the other guys. But that's what she likes about you, Jimmy," Holly said tenderly. "And after listening to her, that's what I like about you too. That's why I want . . . oh, Jimmy, don't tell anybody. Don't ruin it."
He lifted his "j ze from her pussy for the first time and lojted into her blue eyes. Her copper hair nearly hid one of them, making a shiny curtain over it.
"Holly, you mean . . . you mean you want me to . . . be the one to pop your cherry? Me? Clumsy, boyish, dumb old me?"
"Yes, Jimmy," she whispered softly. She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly and pulled back again, her eyes shining.
"Ohhhh, Jesus," he groaned, taking her in his arms. Her body was light and slim, not at all like Betty's. "Let's do it, Holly," he said heatedly. "I'm ready. God, am I ready to fuck your sweet little pussy!"
He started pressing her to the bed, swinging her body around so that both her legs were on it and she was on her back. His prick pressed against the side of her slim hip and throbbed wildly, leaving a string of his seeping oils on her creamy flesh.
"Jimmy, no! Not now!" she cried. "Not yet! I promised her you wouldn't get to do it yet!"
"Why not?" he cried. "I'm ready! Feel my prick! I know you're ready, because I saw your pussy leaking all over."
"She wants to teach you how, Jimmy," Holly repeated.
"I already know how, Holly. I fucked Betty Johnson today!"
"Jimmy! You what?"
"Up in the girls' room. I fucked her. Ohhh, I can still feel her warm, slick pussy all around my prick. God! And she sucked me off, tooright in her mouth. She drank it all down, every drop, and I bet it was nearly a gallon by the time she'd gotten through messing around with me!"
"Oh, Jimmy!" Holly cried, a note of sadness in her tone.
"What's the matter with that?" he asked defensively. "You nearly got punched open by Mr. Jenkins today, didn't you? Well, what's the difference?"
"I told her you were a virgin, Jimmy." She looked at him seriously for a moment. "Do you really know how to fuck, Jimmy? I mean, really? We wouldn't have to have her help us, would we? If you know how to do it right? Do you, Jimmy? Tell me the truth?"
She gasped slightly, and her breathing was shallow and swift. Her eyes were pleading for the truth. He looked at her and knew that he could fuck her cherry out of her right this moment.
All he had to do was lie.
He glanced away. "I . . . I guess it didn't work out too well," he said softly. "In fact, she kept calling me a kid. And she got mad as hell because I came too fast all the time. Well, shit. I couldn't help it. It was my first piece of ass, Holly."
"Don't say that, Jimmy. Don't ever let Miss Poston hear you say that-piece of ass. She hates it. That's what she was talking about when she sucked me off. She said that's all the guys want, a piece of ass. Except you. She thinks you're different, Jimmy . . . something special."
He looked at her a long moment. "I think Miss Poston is something special too, Holly. I really do. Shit, I thought that's how a guy was supposed to act-like Bender. He gets all the fucking he wants, and I've never gotten any. Until today. And it wasn't very good."
"You're going to get all you want, Jimmy," she promised softly. "As soon as Miss Poston teaches you how." She breathed deeply, arched her small tits up and put her hand on his stomach, close to the tip of his throbbing prick. "Jimmy, I'm hot," she said huskily.
"Oh God, Holly, me too," he moaned, glancing down at the prick that pulsed so near her dainty fingers. "I wish we could fuck right now. I know!" he cried suddenly, sitting up. "Roll over, Holly."
Holly looked at him and giggled, not knowing why he wanted her to, but willing to do anything he asked just now, except betray her promise to Miss Poston.
She giggled again and flopped onto her stomach beside him on the narrow bed. She looked up at him and grinned, wriggling her hips and little ass with a spasm of pleasure.
"What are you going to do, Jimmy?"
"Miss Poston didn't say anything about fucking your ass, did she? I mean, it was just your cherry she didn't want me to pop yet, wasn't it?"
"My ass!" Holly cried, clenching her butt cheeks together tightly. Jim ran his hands over the smooth, hard spheres, teasing at her deep crack with the tips of his fingers and making her shiver.
"That's why Betty took me up to the girls' room," he said. "She wanted me to fuck her in the ass. God, I didn't think girls liked it there, but they sure must, if Betty wanted it done to her."
"Did you do it?" Holly asked with excited bewilderment. "Ohhh, I'd think that would hurt!"
"That's what I thought, too. But that's what she wanted."
"You said she sucked your prick off, and then you fucked her in the pussy."
"Yeah, well . . . all that just kind of happened. She was sitting down on my prick, trying to get it up her ass, when it went into her cunt and made me shoot my wad. That's when she really got pissed off at my leaving her so hot."
"Ohhh, Jimmy . . . should we try it? I don't think Miss Poston would care about that. But I don't see how that big prick could possibly get in my asshole without just tearing me apart, do you?"
"Well, it's gotta be slick. That's why Betty put it in her cunt-to get it all coated with pussy juice. But if I can't put it in your cunt, then . . . "
Holly rolled slightly. Jim was on his side. His dick prodded at her hip. When she rolled, it poked into her tummy. She reached down with her hand and held it and looked at it with glassy eyes.
"Ohhh, it's so big, Jimmy. But I'm so hot!"
"I know," he said. "Suck it. That'll get it wet. Then I can fuck it up your sweet little ass and make you come with me!"
Holly giggled hotly and caressed his straining prick with her fingers, pulling and sliding her hand along the solid shaft.
"Ohhh, take it easy, Sis," he laughed nervously.
"Are you ready to come?"
"It won't take much. I was just going to blast my wad when you came in."
"You won't come if I suck on it a little, will you?"
He remembered his time with Betty and the promises given to her. "I'll try not to, Holly. But I can't promise."
"Well . . . " she said dubiously.
She looked at his cock and watched the velvety, red glans pulse and swell and leak oil from the big eye. She fingered the shaft and held his balls and experimented with touching all of him.
"C-Come on and do something quick," Jim groaned.
He rolled onto his back and lifted his hips up and down, half pumping them, making his prick slide in her hand. She bent over his lap.
Her little tits jutted down, and he cupped one of them and played with it, causing her to make tiny sounds of pleasure.
She came close. Her hair tickled his inner thighs. She sniffed at his prick and held it erect. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked just the tip of his cock. Some of his oil got into her mouth, and she drew back and made a face.
"It tastes funny!" she cried.
"Oh, do that again!" Jim cried, his hips bucking, his cock pounding in her little hand.
Holly came close again. She licked his glans once more. It didn't taste as funny this time. She opened her mouth and put her lips around his cockhead, letting her saliva get all over him.
Jim groaned with the wet warmth surrounding the head of his flaming, pulsing prick. His balls were boiling. He knew he could come in a second if she kept it up.
But he didn't want to do that. He'd fucked up that way once today. Once was enough. Besides, if he came in her face, she might not like his slippery, strong cum, and then that would be the end of things before they even got started.
He gritted his teeth. He tried to think of something besides how wonderful her warm mouth felt on the head of his cock. It kind of worked, for a while.
"Ohhhhh, that's enough, Holly!" he gasped suddenly. "Stop!"
Holly jerked her head back. She stared at his prickhead with wide eyes, as if waiting to see that stuff spurt out the hole. She drew back farther, unsure if it would hose into her face or not. She didn't know how far the stuff spurted.
"It's all wet, Jimmy," she said heatedly. "Stick it up my ass now, before it dries. Hurry!"
She lay on the bed right beside him, their sides pressing together warmly. She wriggled her hot body and felt the sheet against her tender pink nipples. She pressed her pussy against the bed and made tiny fucking movements.
Jim moved until he was over her. "Spread your legs, Holly. You got to spread them a little."
He urged them apart with his hands. Again, he felt the round, tight globes of her smooth butt. He looked between them into the shadows of her crack and saw the tiny asshole.
It puckered and pulsed at him, like a little mouth. Beneath it, he saw her slightly parted cunt lips, all puffed up and bloated. The thin crack of her gap was pink-lined inside. The meat glistened in the dim light from her youthful honey.
Her butt and crotch were like a baby's, all smooth and taut and pink and clean. He grabbed the shaft of his prick and started to aim it toward her asshole.
Then he saw that her saliva had nearly dried. Instead of having her suck on his dick again, he dipped forward and pried her tight butt-cheeks apart with his hands.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing. Jimmy?" she cried softly, her asshole pulsing in and out again, more wildly this time.
His breath was warm and moist on her rump. His fingers were thrilling. Her pussy was squirming terribly. She lifted her head and looked around at him over her shoulder, down the line of her arched spine and over the hump of her tight little rump. She saw his big prick bucking and bobbing. She saw his head right next to her ass, felt his breath.
"I'm going to lick your asshole," he said. "That'll get it wet and slick. My prick dried out already."
"I'll suck on it again, Jimmy," she gasped.
"I'm afraid I'll come in your face if you do, Holly."
"Then lick my ass!" she cried.
His tongue came between her cheeks, wet and warm and wriggling, something alive and sexy.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy!" she screeched softly. Jim couldn't stop himself. He felt the pulsing anal ring, smelled the moist aroma wafting up from her virginal pussy just beneath his face, and he licked and licked.
He slobbered. He washed her asshole with his tongue. He made the organ flat and broad and licked up and down her crack. He made his tongue pointed and drilled into her anus with it, writhing it around and around.
"Oh! Oh, God!" Holly moaned.
Her hips pumped up and down. Her pussy pushed against the bed. She lifted her ass back for more and more. Her pussy lips were fluttering wildly, and her cunt was slick and draining, making a thin line of virginal honey on the sheet where it soaked in.
"Oh, Jimmy!" she gasped. "You suck my ass so well! It's just as good as what Miss Poston did to my pussy! Oh, I love it!"
His head jerked up, and his cock throbbed. "She sucked your cunt?" he squeaked.
"I told you, Jimmy! She sucked it off and made me come all over the place. And then I sucked hers and made her come. Oooh, she was wet! It was enough to drink!" She giggled softly. "Don't tell anyone, Jimmy, but that's what I did-I licked up enough of her pussy juice to swallow it. Mmmmm . . . ohhhh, I'm on fire, Jimmy! Fuck me now! Oh, hurry and fuck my ass!"
Jim's head swirled. In all the hours he'd spent staring at Miss Poston and talking to her with his eyes and loving every sweet movement she made, he never once suspected that she would be willing or capable of sucking his little sister's pussy.
Or of really wanting to fuck him. Him!
Holly was writhing and moaning on the bed beneath him. Her knees were bending and straightening as she thrashed her legs and ground her pussy into the bed.
Her tight little ass glistened with his saliva from the wide, covering swoops he'd made with his tongue. Her buttocks were like pink balls that revolved and swirled before his gaze, lifting and falling and moving from side to side.
And her crack . . . her wet, satiny crack . . .
"Ohhhh, Holly . . . " he groaned.
He took his cock in his hand again and aimed the tip against her pulsing asshole. He felt the tiny little mouth suck and pull and nibble erotically at his prickhead.
"Ohhh, push. Push!" she cried.
He pushed.
"Ah! Stop! Jimmy, stop!" she screeched.
It was no use. He couldn't get anywhere. But the nibbling was driving him over the brink. He could feel his balls drawing up and boiling beyond control.
"Holly, I'm coming!" he cried.
"Me too, Jimmy! Oh, suck my . . . oh, fuck . . . ohhhhhhh!"
She pushed her hand under her body and grabbed her cunt and massaged it furiously with her fingers, rolling her clit.
Jim saw the tips of her fingers between her thighs, rolling and squeezing and pinching, bruising the petal softness of her pussy lips. He couldn't stand it any more.
He fell forward on her back and jammed his cock into her soft asscrack, so slick now from his licking. He pressed tightly against her little body and mashed her to the bed and blew his pent-up wad all up her butt and her back.
"Yaaaagh!" he grunted hoarsely, flooding her dainty back with his huge load of cum.
Holly was overcome with bliss and passion. She felt the hot, creamy flow against her skin. She felt her little clit shoot against her fingertip and pulse madly as she came. She felt her virginal pussy flutter and flap and squeeze around the emptiness in it.
They writhed and groaned and came hard, both of them. They panted harshly when it was over. But it hadn't been enough for either of them.
"Ohhhh, Jimmy, I want more! I have to come again! Oh, darling, suck off my pussy!"
"Oh, I want to, Holly! I love your sweet little body! It's so clean and wonderful, so tiny and tight and fresh!"
He mopped at her back with the Kleenex, and she purred and hummed at his touch. She rolled over when he was finished and spread her little thighs, opening her pussy to him.
She couldn't stop making her fingers rush over her pussy flesh.
"All that's going to go right up inside me, Jimmy," she said huskily. "Think of that. Think how it will feel when you can come inside me."
"You think of it, Holly. Are you sure you want all my cum in there-all of my big prick?"
"Ohhh, yes! I want it. I want it now."
"Now? Holly, you mean you want me to fuck you after all."
"Not in my pussy, Jimmy."
"Then . . . "
"In my mouth."
"Holly!"
"It's only fair. If you suck on my pussy, then I'll suck on your prick. Oh, give it to me, Jimmy!"
He gasped. He felt his cock throb anew. It hadn't gone down a bit. "I don't know how to suck your pussy, Holly-I mean, so that it'll feel good for you."
"That's all right, Jimmy. I'll teach you. Mm, I can still feel Miss Poston's tongue, the way she did it."
"And I can still feel the way Betty did it to my cock. I'll tell you what to do."
"All right, Jimmy," she said heatedly. "Are you sure you want to."
"Yes! I want to taste it! Come in my mouth, Jimmy!"
"Ohhhh, my God," he groaned.
He spread her thighs. He switched his body around. His prick angled toward her face, and he stared into her sweet, pink cunt.
"Ready, Holly?"
"Ready and willing, sweet brother!"