Chapter 2
"Ohhhhhh, I can feel the hot blood of my feminine arousal pumping downward in my body, ohhhhhhhh," the virginal heiress said.
"Yeah, baby."
"I can feel the hot blood pumping, pumping, pumping, each and every drop, toward the pink delta between my thighs."
"Oh, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I need to be touched, I need to be stroked!"
"You are going to get stroked baby, don't you worry."
"I want to be massaged, caressed," the virginal heiress exclaimed.
"I am going to kiss and lick you all over," he purred.
"All over?" the virginal heiress asked with mischievous intonations.
"I am going to caress every spot I can reach, I promise!"
"Wow, that kind of talk makes me tingle like a mother-fucker!"
"Where do you feel the tingling, girl?" the rock star questioned.
"From my scalp all the way down to my toes," she exclaimed.
"I see," the rock star said, turning up one corner of his mouth.
"Mostly, I have to admit, I feel the tingling in my cunt."
"I figured."
"I can feel the hot blood of my feminine arousal causing my cunt's tissues to swell fast," the virginal heiress said.
"Tell me about it."
"I can feel all of the mucous membranes in between my thighs getting a little bit larger with each passing second."
She was so naked. So vulnerable. Her tits heaved. She began to sweat.
"I can tell that it is not going to be long before both my inner and outer cunt lips are as swollen as they can get."
"Excellent."
"I can tell that my pink virginal poontang is soon going to be thoroughly engorged with blood," she said.
"Your body is responding to the mental stimulus properly."
"Mental stimulus?"
"The knowledge that you are about to be orally pleasured," the rock star said.
"Oh. I can feel my clitoris swelling along with the rest of my pussy."
"Yes."
"I can feel my love button now growing larger with each passing second."
She began to rock back and forth rhythmically.
She shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the other and then back again. She was panting. She could tell that it was not going to be long before she was going to feel and sound as if she were purposefully attempting to hyperventilate herself.
Her face felt hot. She could tell that she was turning as red as a beet. Her mouth was open. The girl felt as if she would never be able to close her mouth, or her cunt ever again.
"My clit is getting so big," the virginal heiress said.
She could feel her love button growing so large that it was pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it.
"I can feel my clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by my growing love button," the girl said.
Lydia Murcer began to rock back and forth with greater eagerness.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, my clit is getting so swollen that it feels like it is going to pop, it feels like it is going to burst from the internal pressure I am experiencing down there right now, ohhhhhhhh," the virginal heiress said.
"I can feel my pussy starting to lubricate itself," the virginal heiress said. "Oh."
"Yes."
"How does it feel?"
"It feels like the inner walls of my cunt are sweating," the virginal heiress said. "Yes."
"I can, I can feel my cunt, my virgin cunt, getting moist."
"You know that it is not going to stay moist for long," the rock star said. "I know."
"Soon your poontang is going to be more than just moist."
"Yes."
"Soon your chaste quim is going to be more than just damp."
"I know."
"Soon your cooze is going to be oozing with your nectar," the rock star said. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Soon your twat, your HOT TWAT is going to be SOAKING WET."
"YES!"
"SOAKING WET WITH YOUR NATURAL LUBRICATION!" the man said. "YES! YES! YES!" They were both naked.
Sandy Whitson lowered his face over the virginal heiress's preciously beautiful kisser and she knew that she was about to be kissed.
Lydia Murcer knew that she was about to be kissed in a way in which she had never been kissed before. Ummmmmm.
Lydia Murcer knew that she was about to be kissed passionately-by a man-for the first time in her life.
Sandy Whitson stopped when his lips were less than an inch away from the virginal heiress's tingling mouth. She licked her lips.
Sandy Whitson loved the way that the virginal heiress looked when she ran the tip if her tongue back and forth across her lips.
Sandy Whitson stopped lowering his head when his mouth was so close to the virginal heiress's mouth that she could feel his breath.
Then the rock star pressed his lips against the virginal heiress's eager mouth and they writhed their lips together.
Sandy Whitson kissed the virginal heiress rather tentatively at first, but this only lasted for a moment or two.
Soon the rock star was pressing his mouth down very hard against the virginal heiress's sexually aroused oral labia.
Sandy Whitson pressed downward with his mouth so hard that the virginal heiress felt her lips pressed against her teeth.
Lydia Murcer and the rock star kissed with their lips and with their lips exclusively at first, but this too changed.
As if the pair had rehearsed this oral caress of mutual pleasure many times they offered their tongues together.
Sandy Whitson and the virginal heiress touched their tongues together.
They flicked the tips of their tongues together. Then the French nature of the kiss became quite enthusiastic.
Lydia Murcer and the rock star rolled their tongues together as if they were having a battle with them.
They rolled their tongues together almost violently-as if they were having an oral sword-fight! Sandy Whitson and the virginal heiress swooned with pleasure.
They thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths during the course of the kiss. The man and the virginal heiress could feel the kiss becoming increasingly lusty-increasingly passionate.
They swooned.
The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with their passion by the time it was through.
Sandy Whitson pulled his mouth away from the virginal heiress lips and moved on to the side of the virginal heiress's swan-like neck.
Sandy Whitson began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of her neck. He used his teeth to give the girl little love bites-concentrating his oral attention on her jugular vein.
Sandy Whitson parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her dangling earlobe.
Sandy Whitson used the tip of his tongue to explore the outer shell of the virginal heiress's ear. Lydia Murcer liked that.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!
OHHHHHHHHH! SO HOT!"
Lydia Murcer's vocal intonations were near-hysterical.
"OWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW! IT FEELS SO GOOD, OHHHHHHHH!"
Sandy Whitson heard her voice becoming increasingly shrill.
Then the rock star did something that the virginal heiress did not expect, something that the virginal heiress could not have anticipated in a million years.
Sandy Whitson rammed his suddenly stiffened tongue right into her ear canal.
Lydia Murcer shivered violently as he did that.
She shivered so violently with the rock star's tongue inside her ear that she looked and felt as if she were attempting to tremble right out of her skin. Brrrrrrrrrr.
Lydia Murcer could feel the entire surface area of her body becoming covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. So thick.
Lydia Murcer felt as if she were enveloped with gooseflesh.
She could feel the goose pimples starting underneath her arms and spreading outward until she was covered by it.
Lydia Murcer could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck, just below the base of her skull, standing up on end.
Sandy Whitson pushed his tongue so deep inside the girl's ear that he could taste the bitterness of earwax.
Sandy Whitson wiggled his tongue around inside the girl's ear playfully and then withdrew all the way.
He then turned the virginal heiress's face the other way with his large hand so he could repeat the process with the other side of her face and the other side of her neck.
Sandy Whitson could see that it would have been an understatement to call Lydia diminutive. He could see that she stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall. The truth was that the virginal heiress had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. That included a couple of times when she had weighed herself while she was soaking wet.
Lydia Murcer's weight fluctuated between ninety-five and ninety-seven pounds, depending on what time of month it was.
Lydia Murcer always gained a couple of pounds just before she had her menstrual period. Lydia Murcer retained water.
But, as the virginal heiress's initial sexual adventure took place, she had just finished having her menstrual period.
Lydia Murcer could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the mouth of her fuck hole just then.
She could feel her pussy's nectar pooling at the base of her virginal poontang slash as the rock star caressed her.
Lydia Murcer could feel the natural lubrication accumulating between her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
Lydia Murcer could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before her pussy began to drool that lubricant juice.
It began to happen.
Lydia Murcer could feel her natural lubrication dribbling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between her cunt and her puckered ass-hole.
Lydia Murcer could feel her ass-hole itself being lubricated by the juice that dribbled from her hot twat. Ummmmmmmm.
Lydia Murcer could tell that soon the entire length of the crack of her ass was going to be all wet and slippery.
Sandy Whitson could smell the scent of the virginal heiress's poontang!
Lydia Murcer could feel her pussy flesh starting to crawl around as if it had suddenly developed a mind of its own.
Sandy Whitson LOVED the scent of the virginal heiress's sweet POONTANG!
"I can feel the juice DRIPPING FROM MY PUSSY!"
Sandy Whitson sucked the scent of her cunt deep into his sinuses.
"Ohhhhhh, I can feel the ache if desire spreading into my loins," the virginal heiress said.
"Yes."
"I can feel the desire spreading down into the insides of my thighs."
"Good."
"I can feel an ache, an ache now in my loins," the virginal heiress said. "Excellent."
"I can, I can I can feel a tremendous heat in my THIGHS!"
Sandy Whitson couldn't help but notice how the virginal heiress stammered. Sandy Whitson began to kiss at the front of her throat. Sandy Whitson kissed his way down toward her BOOBS!
"You have such beautiful tits, such beautiful tits," the rock star said.
"They feel so hot."
"Yes."
"So swollen!"
"Yes."
"My nipples are so big and hard," the virginal heiress said. "That is nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing compared to how big they will grow," the rock star said. "What do you mean?"
"They are going to over double in size after I pleasure them."
"I don't believe it."
"In that case I will have to prove it to you," the rock star said.
Sandy Whitson began to kiss the virginal heiress's left knocker and she moaned.
Sandy Whitson kissed and licked at that boob from the base upward. He kissed and licked in ever-diminishing concentric circles, arranging his smacking smooches so that each oral caress was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before.
He too his time about it but he finally got his mouth to her nipple.
"OHHHHHHHHH! MY NIPPLE IS SO SENSITIVE!" the girl said.
Sandy Whitson rolled his tongue rather lazily over the rosebud.
"I can feel my nipple growing both harder and larger!" the virginal heiress said.
Sandy Whitson covered the virginal heiress's feminine erection with spittle.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel my pussy drooling," the girl said.
Sandy Whitson began to flick the tip of his tongue across the nipple.
"YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS!" the virginal heiress said.
Lydia Murcer hissed like a snake slithering in the grass.
"I NEED FOR YOU TO SUCK MY NIPPLE NOW!" the virginal heiress said.
Lydia Murcer began to toss her head wildly from side-to-side.
"I NEED FOR YOU TO SUCK IT, OHHHHHHHH, SUCK IT!"
Lydia Murcer looked as if she were attempting to injure her neck.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" the virginal heiress screamed again and again.
Sandy Whitson then wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked.
"YEAH! OHHHHHHHH! YEAH! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK THE NIPPLE!"
Sandy Whitson sucked the feminine erection with great intensity.
"OHHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL THE NIPPLE GETTING HOT AS A MOTHERFUCKER, OWWWWWVVW, OWWWWWWWWW," the virginal heiress said.
Sandy Whitson sucked at the virginal heiress's nipple as hard as he could. He created an intense vacuum inside his oral cavity.
Sandy Whitson sucked so hard at the nipple that he tugged it up and away from the rest of her lovely chest.
Lydia Murcer could feel salty tears welling in her closed eyes. She could tell that very soon those tears were going to be rolling down the insides of her nose. She opened and closed her thighs berserkly.
Lydia Murcer opened and closed her femininely tapered inner thighs berserkly-as if she were attempting to fan the flame in her crotch.
Obviously, the flame in the virginal heiress's crotch did not need to be fanned. The fire was raging just fine by itself.
Lydia Murcer could tell that she was making a wet spot beneath her ass with her dripping poontang slash.
Sandy Whitson kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times. He was sucking and licking at the nipple simultaneously.
Sandy Whitson sucked at the nipple so hard that he made the virginal heiress's whole tit look a good deal pointier than usual.
And this was saying something because the virginal heiress had quite pointy tits to begin with.
"YOU ARE MAKING IT FEEL SO GOOD! YOU ARE MAKING IT-"
At that point the rock star began to bite her pink erection.
"OWVVWWVVWWW! I CAN FEEL PAIN AND PLEASURE BLENDING!"
Sandy Whitson bit hard enough to hurt the virginal heiress's nipple but the virginal heiress was surprised to find that she did not mind the pain. Noooooooo.
Not at all.
It was intrinsically sexual pain, and she could feel her sexually-aroused central nervous-system translating that sensation into pleasure before sending the message through its complicated network of nerve-endings into the reeling gray matter of the virginal heiress's brain.
"OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWWWW, IT HURTS, HURTS SO GOOD!"
Sandy Whitson made animalistic growling noises as he bit her.
"YOU ARE MAKING THE PAIN AND THE PLEASURE BLEND TOGETHER!"
Sandy Whitson acted as if he had lost control. There was a frightening moment or two when the virginal heiress thought the rock star was going to tug her nipple right off the tip of her tit.
But the rock star had not lost control at all. As a matter-of-fact he knew precisely what he was doing. He released his grip on that nipple before any damage was done.
Lydia Murcer opened her eyes.
She blinked away the tears.
Her eyes opened wide.
Her face reflected awe.
"Oh my God!" she said.
"What's the matter?" the rock star asked.
Sandy Whitson turned up one corner of his mouth. He offered her a half-smile of self-amusement.
"My nipple," she said.
Sandy Whitson could see that the virginal heiress's stare was fixed by morbid curiosity on the nipple that had just popped from his mouth.
"What about it?"
"It is huge."
"I told you that would happen."
"Yes, but-"
"But what? Come on, spit it out," the rock star said.
"I had no idea that it was going to grow THIS big," she said. "You don't know much."
"That's true."
"You are sexually inexperienced."
"Yes, does that bother you."
"What do you mean."
"Do you wish I had experience?" Sandy Whitson laughed loudly. "Why is that funny."
"Men like inexperience," the rock star said. "Oh."
"Your virginity is precious."
"Thank you."
"It is going to be an honor to take it from you," the rock star said.
Sandy Whitson kissed lightly at the swollen nipple. Lydia Murcer could see that this feminine erection was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her tit.
"Do you know what I am going to do now?" the rock star said. "What?"
"I am going to repeat the process with the other nipple!" the rock star said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I don't think I could go through that again," the virginal heiress said.
"I don't think you have any choice, actually," the virginal heiress said. "Oh my."
Sandy Whitson DID repeat the oral pleasuring process with the other nipple. He once again went all the way from gingerly licking and kissing to harsh sucking and biting.
Sandy Whitson did not stop biting and tugging at the right nipple until both of the virginal heiress's nipples were once again the same size.
"What are you going to do now."
"I am going to play with your precious tits with my hands," the rock star said. "Ohhhhhhhh."
"Like that idea."
"Oh yes."
Sandy Whitson placed his hands over her tits so that her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her palms.