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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: in my pants |
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| Introduction: 14 year old tease gets it in the end | ||
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The summer my girlfriend's daughter, Britt, turned 14 years old, her body was already sprinting toward full-fledged womanhood. She was devastatingly cute, with bright blue eyes and dark silky brunette hair that fell just past her neck. She stood about 5'3" and had a very shapely, athletic body, with only some residual baby fat still lingering around her little tummy -- but this was certainly not objectionable. Her adolescent butt was a perfect "bubble," and her round breasts were developing into a firm 34B. She was becomming quite the little hottie, and she knew it -- flaunted it even -- especially around me, her mother's live-in boyfriend, as she teased me daily with her new-found sexuality. The mornings seemed to find Britt at her hormonal horniest, and she would emerge from her bedroom in a pair of loose boxers and a T-shirt to stretch exaggeratedly, while feigning a yawn in front of me, as I drank my morning coffee at the kitchen table. As she raised her arms over her head and arched her back, her puffy little aereolas would strain to produce hard nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her boxers rode suggestively just below her hip bone, and as she exposed her mid-drift in her stretching, one could spy her cute little belly, where, in the bright morning sunlight, one could also see the transparent little hairs below her belly button blazing a future treasure trail to her virgin snatch. Shortly after her 14th birthday, Britt surprised me by using the money I had given her as a gift to purchase a new swimsuit -- a BIKINI at that! She came home with it one afternoon, after her mother had left for work, and dangled it in front of me on its little plastic hanger. "What do you think?" she asked tauntingly. "A bikini, Britt?!" I said, with the appropriate amount of adult skepticism. (Though my cock jerked just a twinge, just thinking about her wearing it). "Oh, really, it's not THAT bad," Britt defended. "SEE, it's only BOY-cut." Of course, I had already noticed that it was "only" boy-cut, and just picturing her tight teen ass in it made my dick seriously raise its head. "I don't know, Britt . . ." I said, feigning more skepticism. Britt just stood there, looking at me pleadingly and somewhat dejectedly, until finally I said, "O.K. -- let's see it." Britt looked at me rather dumbfounded, as if to say, "SEE IT?! -- It's right here in my hand, you dummy!" . . . Until I motioned with the back of my hand like I was presenting her like a new car and looked her up and down with a slow gaze. Britt's expression went immediately from "dumbfounded" to the recognition of what I meant, and a look of shock came across her face -- a deer in the headlights. Then she simply blushed, followed by an uncontrollable smile that spread from ear to ear. "O.K.!" she said enthusiasticallly, and bounded off to her bedroom with bikini in hand. In a couple of minutes she would be modelling for me in the most revealing outfit I had ever seen her in. And as I was waiting for her to change, my dick gradually grew to its full seven inches -- just knowing that she was getting completely naked at that very moment. When she emerged to model her new purchase for me, she was blushing even harder and smiling even bigger. She looked so cute. And, oh man, what a body! Her bikini top was shaped kind of like a sports bra, only it was a bit more "open" in the back, and it slipped over her neck and tied across her back with one small string. "Hmmmm . . . " I said, acting objectively. "Why don't you turn around?" Britt responded with a quick 360 degree turn to face me again. "No-o . . . " I said, a little firmer, "I mean: turn AROUND." I was naturally turned-on by the events unfolding before me, and I was getting even more turned-on by ordering her around so. What aroused me even further was the way Britt then submissively followed my orders. With her back to me now, I ogled her sweet ass for a moment, before telling her to face me again. As if the shape of her bubbly teen butt didn't fill the "boy-cut" of her bikini bottoms just perfectly, the shape of her fresh young cunt could be made out through the tight fabric. She certainly didn't have a blatant camel toe, but definitely the "suggestion" of one -- where a slight dimple in the fabric of her crotch hinted at her flowering labia and her narrow slit. My hard-on was raging! "We-ell?!" Britt inquired impatiently, waiting for my summation. "Hmmmm . . ." I remarked again contemplatively. "I don't know. Turn around again." And again, she obeyed. As she turned around this time, however, I took special notice of how her nice young breasts hardly moved at all in her bikini top, and how her athletic bubble butt only jiggled a wee bit. And this time (much to my glee), instead of simply standing still, while she presented her backside to me, Britt looked back at me over her shoulder rather suggestively and actually "wiggled" her butt at me! "OKAY!" I said, with a start -- "That's enough." (I was wishing she would just drop to her knees and suck me off). "It's VERY cute," I said, leaving Britt's interpretation of just what I thought was cute open to her speculation. And as she turned around to face me once again, I know my eyes dropped uncontrollably to her crotch. Well, Britt just beamed at my approval. "So you'll talk to Mom about it?" she asked eagerly. "Don't worry about it," I said. "I'll talk her into it." (And indeed I did). ---- After that day of bikini modelling and butt wiggling, my dirty obsession with Britt just grew and grew. She would come home in the afternoons on her bicycle, after a day at the public pool, wet and tan, her brunette locks matted in little rivulets on her neck, with her tan lines peeking provocatively from the edges of her bikini like a pale halo around her innocence. As if to add further sexuality to her nubile body, her bicycle seat would have pushed her clinging wet bathing suit into her hot little virgin slit, and Britt did nothing to correct her provocative display. On the contrary, she would invariably come in the house and saunter around the kitchen, ever-so non-chalantly, stopping to open the refrigerator and stare into it, as teens are prone to do -- as the cold air worked on her wet and nearly naked body, raising goosebumps all over her skin and hardening her delectable little nipples. Britt was consciously being a serious "tease," and from time to time I would catch her looking out of the corner of her eye, just trying to see if I had an erection -- which, I assure you, was always present when she paraded around like that. She would then make a point of announcing that she was going to take a shower, and off she would go, spending 20 to 30 minutes under the running water. I couldn't help but fantasize about what she might be doing during her lengthy shower sessions -- picturing her lathering-up her soft 14 year old body, her lilly-white breasts and perfectly round butt unspoiled by the sun. "What color were her little nipples, anyway?" I wondered. "Was she possibly shaving her pussy?!" . . . "Or did she perhaps have some soft brown peach fuzz to match her brunette hair?" My fantasies were endless, and the mere thought of her naked body brought pre-cum to the tip of my penis. As time progressed, with her daily ritual of pool and shower, I even dared to put my hand down my pants and jerk-off to the sounds of her shower -- listening for the hard smack of water on the shower floor, when she was no doubt rinsing-off -- picturing lines of water snaking down her nubile body, and flowing off of her wet little pussy like a slow-running faucet. On more than one occasion, I have to admit that I came right in my jockies when she would shut the water off abruptly, startling me to orgasm. ---- Well, the summer came and went, and Britt entered the 9th grade. I didn't see much of her in the mornings anymore, but sometimes I would still hear her taking a shower before she left for school, as I slept-in. On one particular morning of sleeping-in, my girlfriend returned to the bedroom that we shared, telling me that she had gone to wake Britt, because she had slept through her alarm, and found her sound asleep and NAKED on top of her covers! (Oh, man, did my head reel)! Around that same time, I also noticed that LOLLIPOP STICKS of all things were mysteriously showing-up in the corner of the shower, and I began to strongly suspect that Britt was experimenting with masturbation, using sucked-on lollipops -- as these would certainly be the only things that would fit in her tight vagina. Into her Freshman year, Britt only continued to develop physically, and became an unbridled rodeo of raw sexiness. Untamed and "feeling her oats" -- bigtime! She also continued her ritual of announcing that she was going to take a shower of the evenings, and I continued to mentally drool over thoughts of her. (Yes, she took two showers a day). One day, while Britt was at school, and her mother was working a double-shift, I went to put a load of laundry in the wash, where I found a load of Britt's clothing that she had fogotten to put in the dryer the night before. As I was transferring her load to the dryer, her underwear caught my eye. The first pair I noticed was a small pair of black cotton panties, with red piping, that had the word "devil" printed on the front, with a corresponding devil's tail that pointed to the crotch like a lightening bolt. Naturally, this perked my interest, so I explored further and found a similar pair of light blue cotton panties, with the words "bad girl" on the front of them . . . and which I could immediately picture Britt wearing -- and wearing THAT only -- with her hand shoved down in them as she lay masturbating on her bed, her skin now wintery pale, and her panties matching the color of her bright blue eyes. Then, to my utter astonishment, I found a NET of a g-string -- for lack of better words -- made out of some black synthetic material that had little black fringe on the front of it. [This: I kept for myself]! I knew that Britt would be far-too-embarrassed to inquire about her g-string going missing in the wash. And, in the meantime, I could masturbate with g-string in hand, while picturing it running up the crack of Britt's bare ass . . . splitting the difference right through her bung-hol-e-o . . . where, if she were jacked-up in the doggy position, one would certainly glimpse that dark little butthole that make brunettes so unique. You have no idea how many times I came right in the netted crotch of her g-string, noting the stark contrast of my cum on the meshy black fabric, and imagining Britt wearing my cum in her panties to school. With the discovery of her "barely there" underwear, I concluded that Britt most likely did shave her virgin twat, and I was determined more than ever to catch a glimpse of it! ---- One interesting feature about my girlfriend's house was that it was built back in the 1920s, and it had old locks on all the interior doors that locked and unlocked with skeleton keys in their respective, open keyholes -- the quintessential peephole! After my girlfriend's announcement of her daughter's preference of sleeping in the nude, the "peephole" to the bathroom became a distracting preoccupation of mine. I was determined to get a view of this tempting little nymph in all her glory, and, quite frankly, she had teased me ENOUGH! So, after testing all of the squeaks in the hardwood floors, I found that I could pretty stealthily squat with my eye to the peephole, and get away quickly and silently. (Yeah, I practiced first). I certainly didn't want Britt to come barging out of the bathroom in a towel, only to bowl my voyeuristic ass over. As it happened, the next time Britt announced she was going to take her nightly shower, I leapt at the chance to test my newly-aquired Ninja skills. Unfortunately, there was a shower curtain blocking my view of Britt's full showering experience, though the bathroom peephole looked directly toward the tub. Indeed, I would only be able to catch a glimpse, if Britt were to rake-back the shower curtain to grab her towel. Nevertheless, my fantasies of her wet and naked teen body on the other side of the shower curtain were nearly enough to make me cum. And, in my "trances" through the peephole, I would invariable jump when Britt shut the water off. My range of vision through the peephole was of course limited. So, on my first several voyeuristic escapades, I would only catch a fleeting glimpse of Britt's pale thigh, or the ever-so-brief profile of her steamy ass. But I still hadn't seen her mysterious little puss. ---- My frustration and my obsession grew exponentially. One night, on my way to a midnight pee, I once again spied Britt's baby blue "bad girl" panties on top of the dryer -- only this time freshly dried. My dick began to rise, even as I was peeing, and it was a trick to finish off. At that moment, I was just like, "FUCK IT," and snatched her naughty little girl panties off the dryer to jack-off with, wrapping them around my insatiable cock. This time there was no holding back. I wanked-away in front of the bathroom mirror until, in no time, I came forcefully -- directing most of my cum into the sink, but allowing some to dribble into the white cotton crotch of Britt's underwear. I then put them back on top of the dryer, as they had lain before, and went back to bed. The next morning before catching the bus, Britt had evidently moved her laundry to her bedroom . . . likely having needed something to wear to school . . . and I was just crazy with curiosity to know what she had chosen, so I went in her room to snoop. Much to my fantastic joy, THERE was the pile of clothes on her bed, but the "bad girl" panties were gone! At that very moment, Britt was sitting in school with my cum pressed against her hot teenage pussy, with her horny little mound no doubt "rehydrating" my gooey seed as she sat in her school desk. "Could she smell it effervescing up from her crotch?" I wondered. I was insanely aroused. That very night, as if I had set the wheels of the cosmos in motion with my dirty act the night before, as I went to spy on Britt in the shower once again, I was pleasantly surprised to see that (for some reason) she had not drawn the shower curtain completely closed. She was still decidely concealed by most of the curtain, but it was wide-open at the foot of the tub and in my direct line of vision! "Maybe -- just maybe . . ." . . . And then I saw her. A flash of skin, as she turned to sit down in the bottom of the tub, her body facing the stream from the fixed showerhead at the other end. I could only see her body from slightly below her shoulders-on-up, but the expression on her sweet face really did it for me. Her mouth was slightly parted, her pouty lips visibly quivering, and she appeared to be in a dreamy trance, with her chin and head cocked down a little bit. There was only the slightest movement in her upper body, and I just knew that she was either shaving her young twat, or masturbating, or BOTH! It was as if my spilled seed in her panties had been the "mojo" in some crazy voodoo sex spell. I couldn't believe my luck, or what I was finally witnessing. Just as I was having these thoughts, and stroking my engorged member through my lounge pants, Britt suddenly stopped moving altogether, and I could almost see her ears perking up. (Oh my god)! -- "Had the floor creaked?" "What?!" Whatever it was, it was obvious that Britt "sensed" a pair of eyes on her, and she slowly looked toward the peephole. "(Oh SHIT)!" I ducked away and immediately got out of there -- back to the bedroom I shared with her mother. As I was practically racing through the house, I heard the shower being abruptly turned off, rattling the pipes, and the metal rings of the shower curtain were being yanked violently open. The next thing I heard were Britt's rapid footsteps shaking the house, and she was coming assertively in my direction. Although I had just enough time to escape to the bedroom and shut the door behind me . . . leaping onto my girlfriend's bed to pretend as though I had been there the whole time . . . Britt came barging-in right behind me, without even knocking -- something she NEVER did. She had a towel clutched loosely around her, but she was still dripping wet and leaving footprints on the beige carpet. She was furious. "What were you DOING?!" she demanded, practically screaming, and trying to get a grip on her towel so she could talk with her hands. "DO-ing?" I somehow managed to reply calmly -- though my heart was pounding through my bare chest. "Yes, DO-ing," she echoed. "You were SPYING on my just now!" She yelled. "Oh, Britt . . ." I started. But she cut me off: "Oh, Britt, nothing!" she said. "Just explain to me that -- that -- THING in your pants then!" she demanded, pointing at the tent in my lounge pants. And indeed, when I looked down, I still had a raging hard-on -- with a spot of pre-cum darkening the fabric to boot. "Oh shit," I stammered, not meaning to actually say it. "Oh shit is RIGHT!" Britt reported once again. "You're in a LOT of trouble," she continued, in the most tattle-tailish and threatening sort of way. Though it seemed that she was addressing my throbbing cock rather than me, as her eyes had not parted from it after calling it to my attention. I had no idea how to respond at that moment. And after what seemed like an exceptionally long and uncomfortable pause, with Britt tapping her foot on the floor, with one hand resting on her tilted hip in a scolding posture, she finally piped-up again . . . only this time she absolutely shocked the hell out of me with what she said: "If you want to see it so bad, then HERE!" she said. And with that, she turned loose of her towel and let it fall swiftly to the floor. OH . . . MY . . . GOD! -- There she stood, shaking from her nervousness and apparently crazy with rage, with goosebumps popping-out all over her wet and naked body. Her nipples went instantaneously hard, and her pale young breasts were exceptionally firm, with puffy little brown aereolas that continued to pucker the longer she remained exposed. Her tight little pussy was even better than I had EVER imagined! She was, in fact, shaved bald . . . except for a little strip of soft pubic hair above her oh-so-tight little slit . . . as droplets of water were clung to her little clam, which was as pale and smooth as the rest of her young body. "Oh my god!" "BRITT!" I reacted, starting up from the bed. "Oh, NO-o," she said assertively, pushing me back on the bed. "I want you to get a real GOOD look!" . . . And with that, she widened the stance of her athletic legs and (to my utter amazement) reached down with both her hands to spread her outer labia open with her fingers-- revealing the ultimate "wet dream" of a glistening and purple-lipped vagina that actually "smacked" apart with the sticky residue of a cherry lollipop! "I KNEW IT!!" I burst out. And sprang to a sitting position at the foot of the bed. My sudden movement and verbal outburst practically made Britt jump out of her skin, because she too had been looking down at her pussy and concentrating on her "show." She would have fallen completely backwards on the floor, had I not reflexively grabbed her luscious teen butt, pulling her shaved wet cunt directly to my mouth. "O-OH, NO-OOO!" Britt exclaimed, frightened, grabbing at my hair as she stood in my clutches. Which was almost immediately followed by the exclamation of "O-OH, GOD!" as Britt relaxed her grip on my head and surrendered herself with utter abandonment. I was soon licking her with the flat of my tongue -- right up the center of her sweet and sticky twat -- tasting the candy that had been plunging in and out of her little pussy just moments before. And Britt, for her part, was allowing her body to go limp . . . (or maybe it was just happening on its own) . . . but either way, I had her in my hands quite literally, and was thrusting her little bald mound right into my mouth. Before I went completely crazy on her deliciously smooth body, I paused for just a moment, looking up at her, and said, "You know, Britt, you really shouldn't put lollipops in your vagina." Well, Britt looked absolutely shocked the moment I said that -- but then, knowing she had been "had," she asked rather sheepishly, "Whuh . . . Why not?" As I came up from giving her delicious pussy another lick, I somewhat clinically stated, "Because sugary stuff can give you a yeast infection if you put it in your pussy." Britt giggled when I said the word "pussy," and began staring trancelike down at what I was doing to her. "That sounds so funny," she said, rocking forward on her bare toes a little bit. "Well, it's TRUE," I replied back, looking up at her seriously. "No-O-o, Silly," she said, in the most girlish way, "I mean you calling my . . . uh . . . pussy -- a PUSSY." And she giggled again. "Anyway, how do YOU know so much about that stuff, anyway?" she asked, flinching as my tongue flicked her "pea" of a clit, and speaking as though her voice was coming from somewhere outside herself. I couldn't believe that I had gone from being "busted" to having Britt in the palm of my hand right before me! I paused from my full-on sucking of her sweet cunt again, and answered, "Because I'm a MAN, Britt, and I've had some experience with the opposite sex." At my emphasis of the word "man," Britt startled to her senses as if wakened abruptly from a dream. She hadn't gone TOO far yet -- or had she? "Oh my god!" she squealed. "You're twice my age!" . . . "AND, you're my mother's boyfriend!" But there was no stopping me now, and I simply replied, "That's right!" . . . "AND I'm fifteen times better than any boy your age, your mom's not home, and at least I'm not your dad!" With that, Britt got the most crazed look of sexual desire I have ever seen and backed abruptly away from me. "Oooooooh, SHOW IT TO ME!" she said, practically standing on her toes, while eagerly looking at my tented crotch. "Oh my god! Show it to me!" Recognizing her excitment and anticipation of actually seeing a cock for the first time, I teasingly said, "If you want to see it so bad, you're just gonna' have to take it out yourself." Britt was somewhat hesitant, but momentarily approached my buttoned fly with trembling hands. There was only one button constraining my manhood, and Britt fumbled at it in her nervousness, until finally she set me free, and my throbbing cock came springing out into the open. "Oh-my-god!" she said once again, her eyes bulging out of her head. And she instinctively reached toward it, but didn't grab hold of it right away. Instead, she stood there dazed and uncertain -- her jaw dropping -- and she unwittingly licked her lips. "Damn, Britt," I said jokingly, "It's not going to electricute you." "Why don't you just try sucking on it like I just sucked on you?" With my invitation, Britt dropped to her knees, wide-eyed, and scooched-up to the edge of the bed, right between my legs to get front row seats with this new-found thing. She tentatively lifted my cock with one hand and let it flop back against the waistband of my pants. Then she took it in her tiny hand again, holding it somewhat firmer -- yet still so softly and sweetly. The sensation of her inexperienced hands was driving me crazy! "It's just so . . . BIG! . . . and, uhm . . . thick! . . . and heavy! . . . and WARM!" Britt exclaimed, as she held it lightly in her hands, turning it around with her little fingers. And then, to my utter delight, she actually sniffed at my engorged member, as she ever-so-gently squeezed the tip of it, opening my peehole, as she just smiled at it. Pre-cum glistened in the tiny mouth of my penis, and Britt asked naively, "Are you about to PEE?!" Taking a deap breath from the dirty little things Britt was doing to me and asking me, I answered, "No, that's just my penis's way of letting you know that I'm really excited." -- "Just like YOUR little pussy is getting wet right now!" Britt had all but forgotten her own nakedness, and she reached between her squatted legs with her other hand to drag her middle finger through her virginal slit. "Oo-oo-ooh," she shuddered, as she touched herself -- only to then bring her finger to her mouth to taste her own juices! "It doesn't taste SWEET anymore!" she said. (But, oh, I begged to differ). Then, without any warning, Britt kissed the pulsating head of my dick -- to no doubt comparitively "taste test" my fluid against hers. "Mm-mmmm," she moaned, "I LIKE THIS!" she exclaimed. And without another word, she slid her pouty wet mouth right over the head of my circumsized penis, and began sucking me off like I was a straw in a frozen milkshake. As she was slowly bobbing up and down on my slick shaft, making little grunting sounds in the back of her throat, she resumed fingering her little cunt right before my eyes, and with increasing tempo. "Ungh - ungh - ungh," she was nearly gagging now. And saliva began to slobber out of the sides of her mouth, so she backed-off to swallow. "Don't worry about that," I coached her, "Just let it roll out the corners of your pretty little mouth." -- "Sex is MEANT to be wet and messy." Well, Britt just smiled at that, and replied coyly, "But this isn't SEX." . . . [Someone pinch me. Please.] -- Had I just died and gone to heaven? . . . "Just what DO you know about sex?" I asked her. Britt hesitated for just a moment, blushing, and then answered, with her bright blue eyes shining, "Well . . . I know you're supposed to put your . . . uh . . . thingy in my vagina?" Oh my! -- Just to hear her say those sweet little words almost brought me off right then and there. But I managed to control myself. "That's right," I said softly, while gently stroking her soft face. And with her chin in my hand, I looked directly into her blue eyes and asked, "So are you ready for that NOW?" Britt's eyes widened with astonishment, and I could tell she was picturing the whole idea of it, until finally she said, "Sure . . . why not!" with enthusiasm. And she rose to her feet to join me on the bed. ---- Again, there she was, standing before me, in all of her naked splendor -- her body still wet from her shower, and her hairless little pussy staring me right in the face. "What do I do now?" she asked, nervously crossing her arms over her tender breasts. "Well, " I said softly, "we should start by switching places." -- "Only YOU need to get on all fours on the edge of the bed like a little doggy." "Oo-oooh! Doggy-style!" she cheered. [Obviously she'd learned SOMETHING from her friends at school]. "But won't it hurt?" she asked, a little frightened. "Maybe just a little at first, " I reassured her, "but then you'll be fine, I promise." "That's why we'll do it the easiest way." -- "Now crawl on up on the bed, " I said, as I stood to watch her do it. And crawl she did! And I got my first view of her tight little asshole -- just as I had imagined it -- the "point" to her little "semicolon" of sexual anatomy, with her smooth young pussy actually DRIPPING from arousal! She positioned herself on her hands at first, until I instructed her to get down on her elbows and press her little titties against the bed. (Which she did) -- and which exposed her winking little butthole even more -- her peach of a clam jutting invitingly outward, with the glistening purple lips of her inner labia just barely visible between her puffy little puss. Again, I dropped to my knees at the end of the bed, and steadied her quivering ass with both hands, as I proceeded to give her another tongue-lashing from behind. My nose was pressed into her freshly-showered asshole, and her bald little pussy had the most delightful aroma and taste known to man -- as her cunt continued to lube-up with her juices. For the first time, I pointed my tongue and began gently stabbing at the opening of her wet vagina. "Oh, man." -- "Oh, man," was all Britt could say, as I probed her with my wet tongue. I repositioned my hands on her tight teen butt, so I could spread her lips with my fingers, and began tongue-fucking her with earnestness. "Oh, oh, OH . . . that feels so-O-o go-oo-d," Britt said, as I drank-up the pussy juice that was now flowing freely from her virgin hole. A moment later, I removed my tongue purposefully and poked it right up her unsuspecting asshole. "Oo-oo-ooh!" she squealed, "that tickles!" -- "I think you're going to make me PEE!" Well, she might as well have been peeing, from the flow that was now dripping from her wet little cunt, and I knew that she was more than ready. I stood finally to shed my pants, while Britt looked under and through her arm to check out my naked body. "Wow!" "You're hairy," she marvelled. "But why are you balls so bare?" "Because I shave them, Britt," I said matter of factly, "Just like YOU obviously shave your little cooch," as I ran a finger over her slippery and contracting hole. Britt giggled again at my pet name for her genitalia, lost in her sexual delirium. And before she could utter another word, I kicked her knees apart with my own, putting my hand on the small of her back, and shoved every bit of my thick seven inches right up her pouting cunt -- breaking her hymen with one foul blow! "OW-OW-OW!" Britt shrieked, as I buried myself to the hilt -- her velvet vise clamping-down on me in a reflex spasm. I remained there for some time without moving, until Britt's eyes stopped watering, and I felt her vaginal walls relax a bit. Without provocation, Britt herself began to slowly rock on her knees. "Oh my god," she said horsely, clearing her throat, "I thought I was going to pass out!" --"And how do you feel now?" I asked, as I watched more and more of my wet cock appearing from Britt's purple pussy -- as she began picking up the rhythm. "Mmmmmmmmm," was all Britt murmered. And she reached between her legs once again to fondle my smooth balls and feel my dick sliding in and out of her. "OH, I LOVE your COCK!" she finally exclaimed. And I was shocked to hear her use the word. I had turned her into a little tramp. And indeed, it was quite a sight -- my large boner drilling Britt's swollen young pussy, with a different kind of sticky "cherry juice" coating my cock and dripping down Britt's pale inner thighs. Her deliciously brown butthole contracted with every thrust, winking at me each time I slid outward. Her skin was so soft and so pale, and by contrast, her dark wet hair gave her a definite "wild look" . . . and, to be sure, she was beginning to buck against me like an unbroken filly, her ankles coming up behing me and pushing my ass into her. "Mmmmmmmmm," Britt moaned again, as I reached around now to frig her now rock-hard clit. "Uh-huh . . . uh-huh . . . uhhhng," Britt began to whimper, rocking and grinding, and feeling our hands playing with each other's genitalia . . . Until finally, after building up a feverish rhythm of grunting and moaning and whimpering, with my bare balls slapping up against Britt's equally bare pussy, she suddenly shouted frantically, "STO-P! OH STOP!" -- "I'm going to PEE for REAL!" But there was no stopping me now. I just kept right on going, holding her back against me with the same arm that was frigging her clit. "I MEAN IT!" "OH, PLE-e-EASE!" she begged, and tried to squirm off of me -- her twisting movement and gyrating hips only arousing me more. "OH-OH-GOD!" she cried at last, with one final shudder, and she absolutely flooded my cock with teenage girl cum. I immediately jammed her down onto the full length of my cock, holding her there as her back heaved-up and the inner walls of her no longer virgin pussy spasmed out of of control -- contracting and retracting with the speed of an Indy car. I could feel every ring of her tight vagina moving like a snake, as I bottomed-out on her young cervix, which itself felt like a little mouth sucking on the swollen head of my dick. Wave after wave of tremendous orgasm leaked from around her sloppy wet pussy lips, drenching my balls and the both of us. I wanted to stay there, as I felt my own powerful orgasm coming on, but I was terribly afraid of cumming in her fertile womb. So I pulled out quickly, with an incredibly slurping wet "POP!" Her no longer innocent pussy quieffed loudly from the sudden abscence of my prick, and another tremendous orgasm shot from her now wide-open hole, soaking my pubic hair and flooding the bed. "O-Oh, NO-O-O!" she cried, wanting me back in her wanton pussy. And she fumbled with her shaking legs and sweaty ankles to try to reel me back in. With nothing to lose in our soaking wet passion, I responded to her non-verbal plea by suddenly ramming my cock with surprising ease into her little brown butthole, which itself had relented to the fever in her loins. I had DREAMED of this! It was just too much, and I immediately let go of my load in her round teenage ass. Impaled on my turgid rod, as I shot wad after thick wad beyond the rings of her contracting anus, Britt orgasmed yet again, screaming, "OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD!", as her sweet nectar literally flowed all the way to my ankles. Her tight young ass SERIOUSLY clamped-down on me, and milked me for everything I was worth. I felt truly "stuck" inside of her -- like a freakin' dog in the backyard -- and the fearful thought flashed through my mind that her mother might stumble-in from work early to find us in this compromising position. But after what seemed like several minutes, Britt's unyielding grip finally relaxed enough for me to remove my throbbing red cock, as my cum trickled-down and bubbled-out of her equally red asshole, dripping down her now swollen purple pussy lips. Though I had never even considered doing such a thing before, I was so crazed with raw sexual passion that I actually knelt down and sucked both of our juices from Britt's sloppy wet holes. Britt's legs finally gave way from sheer exhaustion, at which I immediately rolled her over on her back, climbing up her sweaty body and grazing over her firm teenage tits to share with her our "love cocktail" in a passionate kiss. Britt literally hummed into my open mouth, as we tongued each other wetly. She swallowed what cum of mine I had lapped up out of her ass, and once again she murmured, "Mmmmmmmmm" . . . followed by the most dreamy statement of : "You ARE a man!" We had to clean up pretty quickly after that, because there was no telling when her mom might be home. My relationship with her mother didn't last much longer after that either. After tasting such sweet innocence, who would ever want to go back to an older woman? |
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