Chapter 1
Sometimes Mitzi Moon got so hot that she thought she must be glowing in the dark. Mitzi was a young bouncy blonde with plump tits and a tight round ass, shapely legs and pneumatic hips. She looked made to be screwed, her thighs seemed designed to be wrapped around a guy's haunches and her pelvis formed to rattle a mounted man's bones. She was horny most of the time, her tit tips stiff and swollen and her pussy swampy and steamy.
Yet despite this, she was still a virgin.
More likely, Mitzi was still cherry simply because she was so oversexed, in a strange sort of paradox. The moment a guy began to play with her tits, she would get her rocks off and when a young man so much as touched her between the legs, she creamed like a dairy.
So with Mitzi, foreplay was an end in itself much to the regret of the boys who dated her.
Tonight she had a date with a boy named Johnny had taken her out twice before and, since she had cum as soon as he began to feel her up, their relationship had not gone beyond some abortive groping.
The young man had borrowed his father's car this evening, and with the optimism of youth, was hopeful that he might get further on this third date.
Mitzi offered no objections when he drove directly to the local lover's lane. She was looking very desirable in a red silk blouse and a short white skirt, showing plenty of cleavage and lets of slender thigh.
She was, as usual, feeling horny. Johnny parked the car under some overhanging boughs, turned off the ignition and turned on the radio. He sat there for a moment, and then turned toward her. Mitzi slid into his arms immediately.
They kissed, lips brushing, and then grinding. When his tongue probed her mouth, she sucked on it.
He squeezed, a fat tit through her blouse, and then slipped his hand inside for a feel of bare tit. Her nipple exploded in his palm and the oversexed nymphet began to pant heavily into his mouth.
Oh, boy! I'll tag her tonight! Thought Johnny.
He opened her silk blouse all the way down the front. She wore no bra and when the shirt fell open, she arched her slim back and thrust her tits out. She simply adored to get felt up.
Johnny put his hand on her knee and began to rub slowly up her thigh. Her legs parted automatically. He cupped her crotch through her bikini panties.
She was so hot and wet that he wondered why the panties hadn't started to melt.
His head dropped down, lips unlocking from hers and moving onto her tits. He sucked a stiff titty tip into his mouth and stroked her cunt through the sodden crotch band. Mitzi began to tremble and shudder.
"Oh oh ohhhhhh!" she moaned.
Her nipple burst in his lips and, a moment later, he felt her pussy melt in her panties. She jerked and whimpered through the spasms of her cumming.
Then she rested her head against the back of the seat and smiled dreamily.
Johnny was still gobbling on her tits and massaging her cunt, but she was no longer reacting and he could tell that she was satisfied.
"Ummm that was lovely," she sighed. "Let's fuck!" Johnny subtly suggested. "Gee I'm a virgin, you know. And, anyhow..." a faint smile played on her lips, "... I already creamed."
He drew back and glared at her. "You're a damned cockteaser!" he accused. Mitzi looked offended. In fact, it had never occurred to the girl that guys might think that of her. She figured that feeling her up kept them content.
"Well, golly I mean what do you want from me? I ain't gonna fuck a casual date."
Johnny was losing hope, faint to begin with, that he could actually get his prick into her. The youth figured that anything was better than nothing at all. His cock was hammering in his jeans and he dropped his hand down and cupped his crotch, leering at the girl.
"How about jackin' me off?" he grated.
"Well I guess so," she agreed.
Johnny looked surprised at her ready compliance. But, after all, it was only fair. He had frigged her off and hand jobs were a two way street.
He began to open his fly, cautiously, watching her for any signs that she was simply teasing him and might change her mind once he had produced his prick. If she mocked him with laughter it was going to be embarrassing.
But Mitzi was looking dawn into his lap with interest as he drew his zipper down. He dipped his hand into his fly and hauled his heavy cock out.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed.
His youthful cock was standing hard and fat, the bulging knob flushed purple. "It's so big," she sighed.
The compliment delighted. Johnny and he liked the way she was gazing so intently at his prick. He pulsed his cock sinew, making it throb enticingly.
She made no move to touch him.
After a moment, he took her by the wrist and drew her hand into his lap. Her fingers stayed open as her palm rubbed on his cock and balls. Grunting, he ground his groin against her. She didn't seem to know what to do. Johnny grasped her hand and closed it into a fist around his cock stalk. She felt the pulsing prick, not moving. He grabbed her wrist again and pulled her fist up and down.
"C'mon jerk me off," he croaked. When he released her wrist, Mitzi continued to stroke up and down on his cock shaft. "Is... is that right?" she whispered. "Yeah that's it, baby!" he grunted. Johnny, happy to be getting a hand job, closed his eyes and settled back to enjoy it. If he had kept his eyes open, in fact, he would have noticed an interesting thing.
Mitzi looked totally fascinated, eyelashes fluttering, lips moist and parted. She was leaning over his loins as she whipped his cock up and down. Her pink tit tips were swollen again and her cunt was bubbling in her panties.
Having his throbbing prick in her hand was making the teenager horny as hell all over again.
If Johnny had asked her to fuck again, now, Mitzi would have been in no condition to turn him down. The feel of his cock was making her pussy smolder, her eyes glow and her mouth water, as well.
But Johnny, un-ambitiously settling for what he could get, had no idea of this. And the girl was much too shy and reserved to suggest it, herself.
He began to shake and gasp and a thick, milky glob of pre-cum oozed from his pisshole.
"You gonna cum?" she whimpered.
"Yeah, yeah, don't stop!" he growled.
Her fist began to fly up and down the tube between his cum bags and his cock-knob. The thick ventral vein was pounding in her palm and his cock stalk was swelling so hugely that she could barely span it in her grip.
Johnny gave a strangled cry and his cock lurched.
Suddenly a great gout of cock spume shot from his knob and flew straight up, splashing against the roof of the car. Her hand pulled up and a second geyser sped out on the rising stroke. Then he blew out a third creamy wad as she frigged back down toward his balls.
Drained, he slumped back, breathing hard. Mitzi kept on pumping his prick, sorry that it was over, wanting to see more fuck-juice spill out. But he was finished shooting and only the dregs came out now, in meager trickles that clung to his cock knob.
She drew her hand away and looked at it, intrigued by the spunk on her fingers and palm. Then she looked up at the boy, smiling bewitchingly. Steaming hot again, she figured it was her turn to cum a second time.
But Johnny didn't understand.
Satisfied, with his balls nicely emptied, the youth was tucking his cock back into his jeans and zipping his fly up around the meaty wand.
Greatly disappointed, Mitzi began to see how she had left boys frustrated in the past. She almost asked Johnny to finger fuck her again. But she was just too shy.
And, Johnny, naive lad that he was, drove her directly home, figuring the date was over.
He kissed her perfunctorily as she got out of the car at her home.
"Em Johnny you ain't gonna tell anyone what I did for you, are you?" she asked, concerned about her reputation.
"Hell, no! I ain't a blabbermouth," he snorted.
Satisfied, Mitzi went into the house. And Johnny drove straight down to the pool hall, where he told everyone he knew and a few strangers, as well, that Mitzi had jacked him off...