Chapter 1
"Look at that bitch move her fucking ass!" Kristy McDonald blushed. The two guys in the booth behind her were laughing and joking loudly. "Man, I'd fuck that sweet cunt in a minute." Kristy sipped her cola. The disco beat was pounding in her head. She moved her shoulders in time to the music. The hard-driving rhythm made her blood race. The noise in the crowded room hurt her ears. The flickering lights blinded her. "Jesus, I gotta suck them fucking tits. Look at the size of them knockers, man."
"Biggest tits I've ever seen. She ain't wearing a bra, either. Look at her nipples poking out. Fuck, she's beautiful."
Kristy tried to ignore the boys behind her. They weren't talking so crudely about her, after all. They were slobbering over one of the girls out on the dance floor-Wendy.
Kristy smiled to herself as she spotted Wendy again. Her girl friend was crushed in among a group of young men, humping them back as they pumped their tight asses and half-hard cocks into her hips and thighs.
Wendy threw her arms high over her head. Her huge tits lifted and thrust outward. Her hard nipples drilled into the stretched, thin material of her tight, black tank top. Her tits jiggled wildly as she jerked her hips, twisted her shoulders, tossed her long dark hair from side to side behind her.
She was grinning. So were all the boys around her. Most of the other girls were just glaring.
Kristy sighed. She really admired Wendy. She envied those beautiful, full tits of hers, so big and round and hard and high on her chest, like those of a little girl just blooming. Kristy ached to have long, slim legs like Wendy's. And the ability to use them like Wendy could. She was a fantastic dancer.
"I'm telling you, buddy, I gotta fuck that beautiful little cunt. Look at that tight ass."
"Give me them mother-fucking tits, man, and you can have her fucking pussy."
Kristy shook her head as she watched Wendy dance. Why couldn't those two ass-holes back there keep their voices down? For God's sake, it was blasting in here already.
Kristy's eyes stayed on her girl friend's gyrating young body. Wendy was surrounded by a dozen fantastic-looking guys and no wonder. She was a wildcat out there. She whirled like a maniac, squatted, leaped, stretched, twisted her body into the sexiest poses imaginable. She held each pose for a brief second, and then she was gone, just as a pair of hands reached out for her tits.
"Damn. Oh, damn. I'm gonna come in my pants if she keeps doing that."
"I'm gonna come in her cunt, if I get the fucking chance."
Wendy's skirt, a very short, tight wrap-around of stark white, was cut to expose the tops of her black stockings and the taut, black straps of her garter belt. It was an outfit of her own design. It even turned Kristy on, so she could just imagine what it was doing to those poor, teenage boys.
Kristy crossed her legs self-consciously. She had on a slightly longer skirt, looser around her thighs. It was white. Her stockings were flesh-toned, and her garter belt, like her bra and her panties, was white. She wore a demure blouse. Demure, that is, in relation to what Wendy had on. Kristy's blouse was amply filled with her own tits, but her tits weren't quite so spectacularly immense as Wendy's.
"My God, she has the tightest fucking ass I've ever seen."
"Just give me them big milk jugs, boy."
Kristy whimpered to herself as she overheard the boys and their vile talk. She sincerely hoped they weren't talking about her classmate and best girl friend, Wendy. But she knew they were. Only Wendy had such magnificent tits. Only Wendy had such a narrow ass. Yes, even though the other young girls out on the dance floor were flaunting really beautiful bodies, dressed in the most suggestive outfits they could devise, only Wendy was making every damned male in the disco drool their lecherous, fucking brains out.
Kristy lifted the glass to her moist lips and took another sip of the lukewarm cola. She leaned her head back against the leather-covered bench. The music went on and on, driving the heavy beat into her brain. Her whole body throbbed to the pulsing rhythm.
She rolled her head and once again sought out her beautiful girl friend. Absently, she dropped one hand to her lap. It was nice and dark back here in the rear of the disco. Under cover of the table, Kristy worked the hem of her skirt high up on her thighs, tucking the bunched material tightly around her quivering belly.
She caressed the warm, moist bare flesh above the tops of her tight stockings, kneading her skin hard. Her wrist moved lightly against the front of her panties.
She kept her eyes on Wendy, watching the young teenage girl writhe between two hard male bodies. Wendy twisted as she danced, faced first one, then the other, almost but not quite mashing her gigantic tits against their pressing chests. Kristy was always amazed at the way Wendy teased and tormented the boys around her, offering every inch of her delicious young body, promising every thrill in the book, yet somehow managing to never even allow a firm caress.
"What a talent!" Kristy muttered to herself.
Kristy spread her thighs slightly. Her skin was moist and warm down there. She felt a vague, wonderful itch growing stronger up between her pussy lips. She pressed her palm up against the front of her panties. She twitched at her own touch. She was so fucking horny tonight she couldn't stand it.
Her cunt was burning. Her clit was an ember.
She slipped lower on the bench and opened her legs wider. She worked her fingers inside the tight, elastic band around the leg hole, and forced the taut material aside, exposing her lovely, puffy cunt lips-but only to her own probing fingers.
She stiffened her index finger and rubbed it slowly between her cunt lips, slicing it into her slit like a hot knife through soft butter. She was already gooey with lubrication. The smell of her own sweetly fragrant juices wafted up to her nose from under the table.
She thrust her finger deep up her channel. A low moan escaped her lips. Oh, that felt so nice. So fucking nice.
Her eyes stayed locked on Wendy, but they grew glazed and droopy as she rubbed the tip of her finger up and down along the upper part of her tight little slit. She felt her clit swelling quickly under her finger.
"Mmmmm," she moaned quietly, a slight smile playing over her sensuous lips.
She tightened her ass cheeks and lifted her cunt mound, making it rise and fall against her palm, fucking her finger. Her clit swelled thick and hard, grew exquisitely sensitive. Her cunt channel oozed and drooled the delightful fluids of a young girl.
"Oh, God," she groaned, feeling the muscles in her belly tighten. She itched all over now. It was too fucking hot in here. How she wished she'd left off her bra, like Wendy had. She longed to grab her tits, grip her nipples between her fingers and really squeeze the mother-fucking hell out of them, hurt them, pull them, twist them, love them.
Her finger circled the swollen nub of her clit, smearing the sweet goo all over within her tight channel. She dragged gobs of thick fluid out from between her cunt lips, wiping it all over her fat little cunt mound.
She had very little cunt hair. It had worried her for a long time. She had been afraid that she wasn't going to make the wonderful change during puberty to a lovely, young teenage girl. But it had eventually happened, in spite of all her needless worry. She was simply destined to wear a light and downy muff of cunt hair, that was all. No lush forest of thick dark curls for her like Wendy had.
Too bad, she thought. She and Wendy had talked about it a lot of times. More often lately, while they showered together. Wendy's cunt was covered with a beautiful thick bush of dark brown hair, all soft and curly. Peeping out from under that lush nest was the sweetest little pink, puffy cunt that Kristy had ever laid eyes on. And she longed to lay hands on it.
Now, she opened her legs as wide as she could under the table, banging her knees against the edge of the bench on which she was sitting. Her ass cheeks rested on the very edge of the seat. Her finger raced wildly up and down in the slippery crease of her young cunt.
She felt her juices trickling between her spread thighs, wetting the leather of the bench. Her clit ll was ready to burst. She began rolling her head from side to side against the back of the seat, moaning low, rocking her ass and hips backward and forward in a quick, fucking motion, humping her clit against her finger.
The music cut off suddenly. The silence was so sudden and so great that it actually hurt. But after a brief moment of pain, the noise blasted over her again.
Suddenly, Wendy was throwing herself onto the bench across from Kristy.
"Hey!" Wendy shouted, her voice light and breathless. She was laughing. She shifted her ass around on the seat and picked up her glass. She downed a giant swig of the watery cola.
"Blah. Tastes like piss."
Kristy forced a smile to her lips. Oh, she groaned inwardly. She was quivering on the very verge of coming. And it promised to be one gut-wrenching come at that. Oh, damn.
Wendy saw the glaze in her girl friend's pretty blue eyes. She grinned as she lowered the drink to the table. Her own dark eyes twinkled.
"Naught, naughty, Kristy," she giggled.
Kristy sucked her lower lip. Her hand remained between her wide-open thighs for another few seconds, then she slowly withdrew it, closed her legs. She tried to squeze the come out of her clit, tightening her thighs as hard as she could, but the crest had been lost. Her hard come vanished unborn. She brought her hand up onto the table.
"I'm horny, that's all," she said casually. But the blush that spread across her lovely face told Wendy her horniness was a lot more than casual. She really needed it.
Wendy leaned forward over the table and reached for Kristy's hand..
"So am I, honey," she said. She gave Kristy's hand a quick hard squeeze, then let go and sat back up. She tossed her long dark hair and brushed a trickle of sweat from her forehead with a quick stroke of her wrist.
Kristy felt something against her knees. She frowned, then shot a look at Wendy. Wendy winked, raised her eyebrows and grinned. Kristy gulped, then pursed her lips and nodded.
And then she spread her knees apart.
Wendy's foot slipped up between Kristy's sweaty thighs. It was stockinged, but shoeless. Kristy shut her eyes as she felt the other teenager's warm foot easing up against her sensitive cunt mound. Delicate toes wiggled, worked their way between Kristy's wet pussy lips, and pressed tenderly against her aching swollen clit button.
Kristy groaned with pleasure. She closed her legs part way, and began humping her cunt against Wendy's nylon-clad foot. Wendy stiffened her leg, locked her knee, and pressed harder against
Kristy's slowly moving pussy.
She could feel the hot juices wetting the toes of her stocking. It thrilled her. They had never done this before, but it had seemed like the natural thing to do, under the circumstances.
After all, they were both eighteen. They could do what they pleased. Wendy watched Kristy's pretty face as she worked her toes over the girl's wet clit. Kristy was loving it. She was moaning quietly, rolling her head, licking her beautiful, sexy lips.
Wendy longed to kiss those sweet lips, and found herself licking her own lips in the same, slow rhythm. She delighted in the feeling of Kristy's hot wet cunt pumping in that slow rhythm against the bottom of her foot. She countered the rhythm with her own soft, loving pressure.
Wendy felt her cunt growing warmer, wetter. She was just as horny as her girl friend. It had been a long time since she'd been fucked. It must be even worse for Kristy. Kristy was still a virgin.
Wendy mashed the heel of her foot against Kristy's clit, grinding the firm nubbin hard against her pelvic bone. Kristy moaned with the mixture of pleasure and pain. She was growing hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter. She could feel the gasping breathlessness of her approaching climax. It was coming. It was coming, so nice and slow. It was going to be so fucking hard. So fucking wonderful.
"Hey, ladies! Let's boogie!"
It was the two guys from the rear booth. They were standing right beside the table, grinning down at the two young girls.
"Come on, Fran."
Rick shook his head in annoyance at the teenager. She was cowering in the corner of the van. Her blouse dangled open. She reached up, her hands trembling, and drew the material together over her small tits.
"Don't be a fucking tease, Fran."
"I think I'd better go back inside now, Rick," the young girl said, her voice a tiny whisper. She had been staring at the floor. Now she lifted her eyes to look at the handsome young' man. He wasn't happy with her. She wasn't too happy with herself, either.
"Forget it, bitch," Rick snorted at her. He was resting casually back on a thick pile of loose blankets. He watched the girl closely, studying the reaction to his words.
So far, so good. He figured if she really got scared, she would just get out, without trying to bargain. If she simply fled the truck, he'd let the little tease go, and damn good riddance.
But she was sure pretty. He'd picked her up inside the disco. He was certain she was younger than the age she told him. Her body was a trifle too slim and petite, her tits too neat and small and high on her chest, to be eighteen years old. And her face was beautiful in a way that only a very young teenager's face can be. No, Fran was at least a couple of years shy of eighteen, maybe more.
Fran gulped hard as she watched the boy's eyes travel over her body. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She was both frightened and excited to be here, alone with a boy. Af first, she'd been bold. She'd decided to show her older sister that she wasn't a spoiled little bitch at all, but a woman. Ha, Fran thought. I'm not a woman, yet. I'm a stupid little virgin. How the hell I get myself into these situations, I'll never know.
She had been thrilled when Rick left the other two guys and came over to her table. She was with a couple of her girl friends. They were all out tonight, experimenting with their new-found charms, their pretty, developing tits, their sexy new clothes. Finding out about boys-and men.
She had quickly agreed to dance with him, and when he'd held her close, whispered those dangerous, exhilarating words in her ear, she had nearly fainted. She rushed back to her table and gasped out her report to the other girls. They had been as thrilled, and as scared, as Fran. They all agreed that she should go out to the truck with him. He was handsome. He was an older man, at least to them. He was sophisticated.
Fran had left her friends, and gone back to Rick on the floor.
"Sure," she had said, trying desperately to sound cool and casual about it. "I'd like to."
Rick had moved slowly, pumping his bulging pants toward her as he took her hand. He led her off the floor, and outside. It was cool. The stars were bright. They walked hand in hand across the parking lot to Rick's truck. He unlocked the side door, and helped Fran step up.
"Wow," she had said, seeing the inside of the van. It was littered with thick soft blankets. A huge pile of them had been stacked carelessly against the rear side of the motor covering. There was a small, portable refrigerator at the back of the van, and two gigantic speakers for the tape deck up front, one on either side of the refrigerator.
To Fran, it was wonderful. She'd heard about customized vans, but never seen one. She was sure this was the height of fashion in such things, if only because the boy had told her it was.
Rick snorted at her again. Dumb little broad. But what a great little body. Tight and neat and clean. Just the way he liked them.
Fran was squatting on her heels. Her hands shook as she held her unbuttoned blouse closed over her tits. She had let the boy undo the buttons, but when he began feeling her tits, cupping them and stroking them gently through the thin, silken cups of her bra, she had gotten frightened. She'd never been touched by a boy, anywhere. She wanted to let him go on, touch her tits, touch her everywhere. Her tits ached to feel a boy's hands on them. She ached other places, too. But Rick had started in too fast. Kissing the girl's thin lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue, unbuttoning her pretty blouse. It all came at her too fast. She needed more time.
She watched his eyes. They mocked her innocence, her lack of experience. She knew he didn't want to give her time. Maybe that was part of the male-female game, she thought. The girl begs for time, the boy demands her surrender immediately.
Fran felt the blood rushing in her ears. Oh, how she wanted to be felt up! She could feel her belly muscles quivering in expectation of that gentle, stroking hand trailing so lightly downward over her skin, pausing briefly at her cute little bellybutton, tickling her before moving on, downward. Downward. Her thighs clenched. She could almost feel the boy's hand clawing at her defenseless young cunt, pawing at her pussy mound, trying to ram a finger or two up inside her virgin cunt.
"Come off it, honey. Nobody's going to hurt you, for God's sake. Come on," Rick coaxed the girl. "Take your blouse off, Fran. You'll like it. I promise."
Fran hesitated still. Damn. She wanted to do it. She longed with all her soul to strip herself naked for this handsome hunk of young manhood. Or better, she longed for him to suddenly leap on her, rip the clothing from her struggling body and throw her down on the blankets. She would claw at him, fight him, grit her teeth and groan with the effort as he forced his hands over her tits, squeezing them until the tears flooded out of her eves, and ramming his fucking cock into her virgin cunt hole as far as it could go.
And fuck the shit out of her.
But she shivered. She was scared and excited and horny and all mixed up.
Rick sighed.
"Listen," he said, sitting upright on the blankets. "Either take your damned clothes off, or get the hell out of my truck."
Fran's eyes darted about. Finally, she settled her gaze on Rick's face. He looked a lot older than twenty to her. She wondered if he suspected how young she really was.
"I'm a virgin," she said in a whisper.
"I figured that, doll," Rick told her. He had settled back on the blankets again.
She took a deep breath and shuddered all over.
"You're making too big a deal out of it, honey.
Let it happen. You'll like it."
Fran straightened her shoulders, shifted on her heels. She licked her lips quickly.
"Don't hurt me, will you?" she said.
"Take off your clothes, honey," Rick told her, keeping his voice tender. He didn't want to scare her off, now that she'd made her decision.
Fran gripped the sides of her blouse in tight little fists. Shaking, she slowly pulled the edges apart. She slipped the blouse back off her shoulders and down her arms. She put her arms behind her back, and pulled the sleeves of the blouse off her wrists.
Rick watched. He felt his cock reacting immediately. His pants bulged at the crotch. His cock hurt, longing to ram home up this young cunt's beautiful, tight slit.
Fran left the blouse on the floor behind her. She started to bring her hands back around in front of her body, but she saw the glittering eyes taking in the vision of her pretty little tits, so she left her hands behind her back. She pulled her shoulders back a bit, too, to accent the size of her tits.
Rick gulped hard. The youngster's bra was tight. The cups were smooth and stark white. Both small cups were beautifully rounded, filled with the child's delightful young tits perfectly rounded, untouched.
His cock jerked.
"Do you like them?" Fran asked, slightly emboldened at the man's obvious delight in her tits.
Rick could only nod. Fran smiled, in spite of her hesitation about doing this.
She felt her tiny nipples grow hard. She blushed when she realized they were swelling into the centers of the white cups of her bra, poking the material outward, exposing her excitement to the young man.
"I'm glad you like them, Rick," she said. Her voice, without the slightest conscious effort, had become a bit huskier, a bit sexier. A lot less frightened. She found she actually enjoyed being looked at like that. Rick's eyes were locked to her tits.
Imagine what he'll do if I take off the bra, Fran told herself. She twisted her arms up behind her back and unhooked the bra strap. The smooth cups sagged away from her apple-sized tits as she brought her arms back around in front of her. She hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps and pulled them down to her elbows. The white cups fell away from her incredible young tits, revealing the lovely mounds to a boy's eyes for the first time in her life. Her nipples popped into hard little buttons of pale brown flesh.
Rick's cock twitched vigorously at the sight. He loved small tits. He loved Fran's sweet little tits. So small and delicate, yet full and firm and smooth and flawless. So fucking beautiful he could eat them right off her chest.
His mouth was watering.
The young teen sucked in her tight flat tummy, and undid the buckle on the thin, plastic belt around her trim waist. The skirt loosened.
"I've got to stand up to take it off," she said, giving him a meek grin.
Rick gestured for her to go ahead. Just take it off, damn you. Take that fucking skirt off and show me your beautiful little pussy, you fucking jailbait teasing bitch.
Awkwardly, Fran stood up. She had to remain bent over a little bit, even though she was a short girl. Her fingers worked the button open at her hipbone, and the skirt slithered quickly down her long slender legs. She lifted her feet one at a time, and kicked the loose mass behind her.
She was dressed now only in a pair of very tight white panties, a pair of brand new nylons, and a narrow garter belt. The stockings were smoky gray.
Rick felt his cock straining at his pants. He knew he'd better stuff his prick up this teenager's tight cunt, or he'd splatter the inside of his own jeans with cum.
Fran watched, fascinated, still a little bit frightened, as Rick rested back further on the blankets. His hands went down to the zipper on his pants, and he slid the thing down. Fran stared at the white of his underpants through the gaping hole. His underpants bulged partway out through the fly.
Rick quickly ripped open his belt. He tore open the waist of his jeans, arched his ass off the floor, and shoved the pants down his hairy legs. He smiled at the girl's wide-eyed reaction as he kicked the pants free of his feet.
"Ever see a real cock before, Fran?"
Fran moistened her lips. Her mouth felt dry. Her tongue seemed thick, unworkable.
"Uh, only in pictures," she finally admitted.
"Well, check this out, baby," Rick said, pleased as hell that his would be the very first prick this beautiful little piece of meat would ever see. Or feel.
Or taste.
He lifted his ass again, hooked his thumbs under the waist of his underpants, and suddenly shoved them downward. His huge, hard cock leaped into view, springing out at poor Fran like a fat snake, and staring right at her with that gaping, single eye.
Fran's eyes popped out of her head. She'd never seen such a beautiful thing. Her heart battered her ribs. She felt as though a very tight, wide band was being drawn about her chest, crushing the air from her lungs. She could barely breathe.
"Golly," she whispered.
Rick kicked his underpants off his feet. He stretched out on his back, and let the little girl have a good, long look at his big, fat prick.
"Mmmmmm," Fran moaned. Her eyes were locked on his massive cock. Her sharp little tongue kept stabbing out, swiping rapidly back and forth over her sexy lips.
Slowly, hypnotized, Fran squatted down at Rick's feet. He spread his legs apart, and shifted on the blankets, working a soft pile under his ass so his cock was raised.
Fran felt a strange new urge tightening her tummy. Deep inside her pussy, something was gushing and itching, squeezing her insides. She felt her body rock forward, as though drawn toward the head of Rick's huge prick. Her cunt slit spasmed. She shivered as she felt a primitive instinctive urge to squat her pussy down on this beautiful, fat cock, to feel this monster prick slide all the way up inside her tight virgin pussy hole, filling her, stretching her. Fucking her.
Rick's cock jumped. Fran's eyes went even wider as the giant cock swayed back and forth, aimed right at her pretty lips. God, she was on fire. The blood raced through her veins, pounded loudly in her ears. She closed her eyes. They blinked and quivered, but they wouldn't stay shut. She just had to look at the young man's cock.
"Suck it, baby," Rick said quietly.
Fran gasped. She couldn't have heard the right words.
"What?" she whispered.
'Suck my cock, Fran," Rick said again, gently. "Come up. Put it in your mouth, honey. Suck on it for a little while."
"Suck it?"
"Yeah. Suck it. Please?"
"S-s-uck it?" Fran said again. She was having a problem with the words, with the idea. Put that huge cock inside my mouth? And suck on it? But, but that's the thing he uses to piss with. How can I put that thing in my mouth? I can't. That's all. I simply can't. What if he pissed while it was in there?
"I can't," she said. "I don't want to."
"Sure you do," Rick said with a smile. "Sure you can."
Fran felt a twinge of hard, raw pleasure flash through her tight belly. Rick twitched his hips, his cock leaped, swayed. Fran's whole body swayed toward it.
"Good girl," Rick said, encouraging her to keep coming.
Oh, God, Fran thought. What have I gotten myself into now? Look at the size of that god-awful monster. Would it even fit in my mouth?
"You can do it, honey."
Fran gulped. Then she slowly nodded.
Rick caught his breath as Fran went forward on her hands and knees. Her guts were churning hard.
She felt like someone had grabbed her heart in a huge fist, and was squeezing it, trying to crush it inside her chest.
She moved forward, upward between Rick's thighs. He spread his legs wider to give her more room, to encourage her further.
She stopped. Her lovely young face was only a few inches from the throbbing head of Rick's immense cock. Her arms began to tremble as she held herself crouched over him.
She cleared her throat quietly, swallowed with great difficulty. Slowly, she lowered her face toward the fat hood of his cock head. She hesitated one last time. In that brief moment, she felt a warm gush in her cunt, and all her ancient female instincts rushed to her aid, washed over her like a crushing wave, drowned her in a hot sea of lust.
She kissed Rick's cock head. Her lips pressed gently against the sensitive flesh, and it jumped against her pursed lips.
"Mmmmmm," Rick groaned.
Fran almost growled. She stretched her lips wide open, yawned her jaws as wide as they would go, and shoved her mouth down over the whole thick cylinder of hot prick. She gulped the wide hood of his cock head deep into her tight virgin throat.
She closed her lips tightly around his cock. She sucked. She pulled her head back, sucking tenderly. Her tongue wagged against the tiny moist slit in the tip of his cock.
Rick moaned with pleasure. His cock throbbed, stiffened even harder in the young teen's hot wet mouth.
"Mmmmm, yeah, baby. Suck it, honey. Just like that."
Fran felt the boy's hands reach down and press against the sides of her head. Rick held her tightly, making sure she couldn't pull her mouth completely off his eager prick.
Fran grunted. She didn't need this kind of help. She was growing more and more confident of her womanly skills with each passing second. Damn it. She was growing eager to find out just how well she could do on her own.
She loved the feel of this boy's cock responding to her loving lips and tongue. It gave her an incredible sense of power over him. She loved it.
She gave her head a hard shake, and jerked her mouth off Rick's cock. She slapped his hands away from her face.
"I'll do it, Rick. Let me do it," she gasped, drooling a little bit. Without wiping the spit away from her chin, she dove her face back down, her mouth wide open.
Blowing air loudly, Rick locked his hands under his neck. He gasped as Fran's hot breath blasted against his cock and balls.
Fran gobbled his prick, sucked and slurped and kissed and tongued it all over, gnawing lightly on the mouth-filling hood, nipping gently up and down the whole length of the long thick cylinder of his prick.
She buried her face down in the thick forest of Rick's pubic hair, smelling the heady aroma of manhood for the first time in her life. It overpowered her. She was lost. Her hot tongue darted out, poked and prodded everywhere. She licked and tongued the boy's huge swollen balls, teasing him with her breath and teeth.
Rick was moaning with need. His balls grew heavy. His guts tightened. He humped upward, rubbing the head of his cock against the side of Fran's soft warm cheek. Her tongue caressed his balls, her nose rubbed against the base of his cock. She sucked his balls into her mouth, very carefully licking and kissing them.
She was amazed and stunned. She loved this. It was as though she'd always known how to suck a man. She had no doubt that she was doing everything exactly right, driving this young man straight up the wall.
She kissed and nuzzled the wet sides of his cock, working her way back up to the head. She screwed her mouth down over it again, wincing as it banged into the back of her throat.
She began groaning and whimpering as she twisted her head on his steel-like prick, sucking harder and faster, bobbing her beautiful face up and down faster and faster.
Rick was gasping. Fran increased the pressure of her sucking. Rick's ass lifted from the floor, twitching his cock into her throat.
"Oh, baby, suck me off. Suck my mother fucking cock. Oh, suck me, baby!" he shouted, his whole body quivering on the verge of a hard come.
Fran's head leaped and bobbed and jerked. Her cheeks were puffed out as his cock rammed in and out between her lovely teeth and lips. She felt the warm spit splash against her face each time his fat cock shoved back into her mouth. She was dripping with sweat. She was hunched up between the boy's thighs, her body pumping as she moved her head up and down so fast it was making her dizzy.
Rick was writhing wildly, right under her face. His cock slammed in and out of her mouth, her beautiful virgin mouth, fucking her pretty, sweaty face.
Fran felt a sudden change in his cock. It seemed suddenly very much harder, stiffer. She knew instinctively what it meant. She felt his thighs tighten and tremble as they lifted still higher off the floor.
His knees lifted and pressed against her body. She was suddenly aware of her small tits dangling between his thighs, dripping sweat from the very tips of her hard little nipples.
Rick arched hard, threw his had back, locked his hands together under his neck and sucked air. His cock jammed all the way into the child's deep throat.
Fran gagged on his cock as the first hot blast of cum shot into her throat. Air and cum bubbled and gurgled in her throat as she tried desperately to breathe and swallow at the same time. Cum blasted out of Rick's cock, filling her throat and mouth with hot, thick juice.
His hands shot down. He was clawing at her hair. His thighs opened wide, only to slam tightly closed against the sides of Fran's head as he yanked her face down into his crotch, plugging her aching, clenching throat with his spewing cock.
Fran tried to pull away, to suck air into her screaming lungs. But wad after wad of cum blasted into her throat, forcing her to swallow as fast as she could. She gasped for air.
The thick juice quickly filled her mouth. She couldn't keep up with the flow. The sticky cum spilled out of her mouth, dribbled out around the base of Rick's thick cock, and spilled over her stretched, young lips.
She could feel the stuff flowing down over her chin and dribbling over her cheeks, between her skin and Rick's tightly hugging thighs.
Finally, she was able to taste the cum. It had come so fucking fast at first that she hadn't had time to taste it. But now, with the gooey fluid filling her mouth, and the flow slowing from his cock, she could really taste the stuff. It was fucking delicious.
She tightened her lips around his cock. She loved this fuck juice, and she didn't want to waste a single drop of the precious stuff.
Rick twitched under her face, gave a hard shudder as the last of his cum spurted into the young girl's mouth. She sucked it out of his tube, sucked him dry.
With a deep sigh, he sank back down to the blankets.
Fran sucked on his quickly softening cock, lapping it clean of cum. She sucked and kissed it. She let it slip from her lips with a little moan of sadness. Then she tongued the whole soft cylinder clean, licking his cock hair clean of the few drops of cum nestled in it.
Rick's cock finally rested, soft and beautiful, against his thigh. Fran rested her head against his other thigh, her sweet tight ass high in the air. Her tongue toyed with his balls, lifting and tickling them lightly.
Rick began stroking her soft hair tenderly. Her hair was thick and warm.
"You've got a great fucking mouth, Fran."
Fran smiled with pleasure at his compliment.
"Thanks,' she said quietly, purring softly as he stroked the soft curls over her temple. "I've got a great fucking cunt, too, you know."
Rick laughed quietly. He mussed her hair. "I bet you do, kid."
"Kid?" Fran complained, lifting her head and looking up over the boy's trim belly toward his handsome face. "What's this kid stuff?"
Rick gave a brief snort.
"How old are you?"
Fran tightened her lips for a second, then suddenly gave him a beautiful, sexy grin. "How old do you think I am."
"Jailbait."
Fran cocked an eyebrow.
"I told you I was eighteen," she said.
"Sixteen's more like it."
Fran touched the tip of one finger to her lips, and lowered her eyes coyly. She was actually even younger than that.