To all bros, this story is not written by me but wanted to share it with all the bros here. It is a bit long, around 100 pages. I will try to parcel it out. Enjoy…
He’d seen her before, slipping advertisements under gates, hanging
merchant’s flyers on doorknobs, most likely earning minimum wage
distributing handbills after school. He wondered what went through her
mind as she moved purposefully from door to door, her easy way of
walking, her near perfect posture that was so unusual for most girls
her age.
Wonder how old she is? he thought, turning off the hose some ten minutes
later, knowing why that was on his mind, ashamed of licentious
feelings. She has to still be in high school.
Passing from sight at the furthest corner, she’d left an almost ghostly
emptiness behind, the street so silent he was aware of the sound of his
beating heart. It was a quiet neighborhood. Young families, working
parents, kids in school; typical suburban lifestyles. On any given day
between ten and two, hardly a car passed down that tranquil tree-lined
lane. One could count on one hand the comings and goings of neighbors.
Self-employed, he gladly missed hectic commuter traffic on rush-hour
choked freeways, cherishing moments now free to ‘get things done’
around home. The divorce five years earlier had left him slightly off
balance, but in time, he’d become used to doing everything around the
house for himself. Preparing meals, doing laundry, caring for the
birds and overgrown garden, Shawn had become a self-dependent and
rather solitary figure for a thirty-three year old man. Not wanting to
re-marry, dating had become what seemed a waste of time and energy.
Lonely at times, he’d met a few women who enjoyed the same things, and
it couldn’t be said that he didn’t get his occasional share of some
very exciting feminine attention. Unfortunately, the women who saw him
as a desirable bachelor found those fantasies on the rocks after only a
few dates.
This day warmer than usual, Shawn sat on the bench by the front gate,
wondering if the mailman had been bye, then thoughts returned to the
girl. He knew she’d be coming back down his side of the street. By
habit he glanced at his watch, instinctively aware that she’d be
‘rounding the block-away corner within seconds. Had he really been so
attentive to her schedule and route? Wiping forehead with the back of
a sleeve, his eyes focused on the two-story white house at the far
corner. Like a train on schedule, she appeared, hung something on the
door handle, turned gracefully on one heel and almost skipped when
crossing the street.
What a cute little playmate, he mused, embarrassed again by sudden
sexual urges. I gotta get laid or I’m in trouble.
It was so quiet she didn’t have to look both directions. An approaching
car could be heard blocks away. What kind of chemistry, what special
gestures make people attend others? What makes a woman’s eyes follow a
man - - - what makes a man stare at a woman?
Forced by the hormonally-stimulated rush, he massaged a quickly rising
erection, color rushing to rugged face, chagrined by his response to
the young girl and their obvious differences in age. He knew he was
probably twice her age, but that didn’t make him quit watching or
fantasizing about her. This was a girl with the firm curvaceous figure
of a mature young woman.
It took three minutes for her to do four homes, forty-five seconds from
door to door. In little more than two minutes she’d be walking up
three large wooden steps to where he was sitting. The sound of his
heart in his ears was getting louder by the second. Agitated by
shameless thoughts, he wiped his face again, trying to decide if he
should get up and go in before she arrived at the gate. When he stood
she was between houses. Was she looking at him? He couldn’t see her
eyes, hadn’t seen them before, but was sure they had to be green.
Green eyes and tangled auburn-blonde hair went together like pesto and
red wine. Moving like a bell around narrow girlish hips, a white
straight smock-dress, a loosely fitting garment seductively cut much
higher than mid-thigh, held his wandering gray eyes captive.
Gracefully-tapered, slim tan legs moved like a dancer’s, giving the
light-weight cotton garment little teasing tosses with each step.
Around the mailbox, up the neighbor’s step, brochure on doorknob,
pivot, turn on one heel, a skip and six purposeful steps, pivot, skip,
step, skip, (one more house), arms tan as smooth lovely legs,
spaghetti-straps keeping the dress from falling from well-shaped
shoulders, head held high, hair floating behind like an auburn banner
in simmering afternoon sunlight. Pivot, skip, six steps to the door,
the sound of brochures rustling as she hung them over the knob; pivot,
skip, step, past his mailbox, their eyes meeting from thirty yards
away. She didn’t look away. Pivot, six steps to the next neighbor’s
door - - - now only one house between them. Standing on the porch, she
turned, but instead of leaving, stood there over ten seconds without
moving, like a small animal aware of some raptor - - - eyes never
leaving his, head slightly cocked to one side as though listening to
the sound of his pounding heart.
The sudden need to breathe made him remember where he was, and breaking
that electric intimate contact, he cleared his throat and wiped a damp
forehead again with the back of one sleeve. She’d already made the
sidewalk when he looked back, no further away than fifty feet.
Suddenly it seemed so bright he had difficulty focusing on her face, so
instead he watched the firm subtle jiggle of lovely breasts, not large,
but well developed for such a young girl. Light-headed, he once again
found himself wondering her age. Unable to move, he stood rooted like
a tree until she was standing only a few feet away, eye to eye. Green
eyes deeper than turquoise-green craters of Asian lagoons he’d seen
when on R&R in Nam. Those almost bottomless pools had eased rattled
spirits while he tried not to think about war. These excited instead
of easing anything he was feeling at the moment. What lurked behind
those emerald pools? Not a hint, until, with a slight toss of her head
to one side, twisted ringlets of hair floating away from temples, she
smiled a smile that would have made any dentist happy. Glancing down
self-consciously, Shawn wondered if she’d noticed his condition.
“Hi,” she said, glowing, “this must be your place. So; want these?”
She was holding out three pieces of advertisement. “I usually leave
them on your gate.” Looking past him, she was getting her first peek
of the secluded garden, his sanctuary, hidden from the street by a
six-foot high wall. “Gee - - - nice place,” she smiled again, eyes
moving from his face to somewhere just below his waist. “I always
wondered what yours looked like.”
Of its own volition, Shawn’s hand moved to his too-dry mouth, but he
turned the gesture into purpose by wiping his face again. “Thanks,” he
said, sound of his voice surprising him, wondering if her remark had a
double meaning. “Take a look if you want.” Accepting the
advertisements, he gestured toward the walkway. “There’s a couple of
birds - - - and the pond. I like jungles . . . "
Leaning to one side, she peered past him as though reluctant to take
another step. “You make all this yourself?” Shawn nodded, the sound
of his heart in his ears so loud he was sure she could hear it when
standing this close. “Gee, it’s really nice,” she smiled, tongue
parting white teeth. “You an architect or something?”
“No; I just like working in my yard.”
Her eyes were scanning the tangle of plants and trees, the corner aviary
where two Macaws were munching seeds and fruit.
“It keeps me busy between working and sleeping,” he offered, wishing
he’d thought of something more interesting to say.
“Gee, it sure is pretty,” she continued, each breath causing
sweetly-curved girlish breasts beneath the thin cotton dress to swell
enticingly, pronounced nipples impossible to conceal.
Wiping sweat from his eyes, now he was salivating, imagining taking
those impudent nipples between his lips. Moving to one side, he
gestured into the near jungle overgrowth.
“Go on - - - look around if you want. Go ahead - - - it’s okay.”
“Well . . . " she blushed, twisting apprehensively, “gee, I don’t want
to bother anyone.”
“No one to bother,” shrugged Shawn, feeling a trickle of sweat running
down his back. “Just me.”
Returning to his, her eyes measured him, moving up and down, slowing
again somewhere below his belt. Shawn grew more edgy.
“Ah - - - sorry; I’m Shawn. Shawn Cain,” he said, nodding toward the
window. “I work at home; my office.”
Now she was looking into his eyes again, hers large and set wide in a
too-sensual face for such a young thing, this time her expression
somewhat different.
“Anne Marie Summer,” she said, the name sounding like music. Adorable
smile flitting across absolutely large kissable lips, teeth so white
they looked like an advertisement for a toothpaste-whitener, lips like
pink pillows, no lipstick but almost berry-pink, full and pouty. “What
do you do?” she smiled, toying with a long strand of hair streaked
honey-blonde by sun, wetting large ripe lips with a broad lighter-pink
tongue.
“Civil engineer,” he shrugged again, “at least I try to act civil.”
Turning away to keep her from seeing what was going through his mind, he
suddenly wished he was better at small-talk. Sounds of footsteps
followed his as Anne Marie Summer walked across the small footbridge
over the pond.
“Gee, look at all the fish!” she gushed, bending over, hands on her
knees. “How many are there?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, watching the rising hem of her white cotton
dress. “I don’t count any more since so many were born in there.
Maybe a hundred now. I’m not sure.”
For a fleeting second he caught a glimpse of glossy pink satin between
perfect tan thighs when a light breeze lifted the back of the short
dress. She looked back, her expression making a sensation run up his
spine like someone was tickling him. She reminded him of a girl he’d
seen on MTV; Mandy Moore, except this teenager’s hair wasn’t that
blonde. Anne Marie Summer was an absolute beauty.
“You go to school around here?” he asked, wishing he could think of
anything sounding more interesting.
“Un-huh,” she nodded, still fascinated with his yard, intrigued with the
big birds in the corner. “Gee, Mr. Cain, this place is so pretty. I
bet everyone says that, right?”
Shawn felt his cheeks redden, but nodded. “It keeps me from going
insane.”
She looked back at him, still measuring the man standing there in his
own environment, wondering if her decision to stop and chat was
becoming what she’d hoped for, what she’d thought about for weeks. He
was attractive now that she was closer, more attractive than she’d been
able to see from a distance, nearsighted, but too vain to wear her
glasses.
She’s taller than she first appeared, he thought. Five feet three - - -
maybe a little taller. He looked at her feet. White tennis with those
little white-lace ankle-socks. Five-three in shoes.
“So - - - how old are you, Anne?” he asked, instantly wanting to kick
himself in the ass, wondering how the question had escaped his lips.
Something had changed in her persona; a titillating patina on what had
at first appeared a sedate and modest personality.
“Old enough,” she teased, light-pink tongue darting between pillow-plump
lips, its tip following the curve from corner to corner of a more than
ample mouth.
Shawn felt defenses crumbling, indecent thoughts wedging their lusty way
between propriety and good judgment; cock so insistently hard he turned
away to hide his condition. He knew he wasn’t a handsome man in the
movie sense but he took good care of himself, had a dancer’s build, a
rugged tawny complexion, and normally a pleasing personality. At this
moment he found himself wishing he were better-looking and much
younger.
“Your wife home?” asked Anne Marie, still toying with auburn curls,
hoping the answer was going to be, ‘I don’t have one.’.
Twisting to some inner tempo only she could hear, Shawn guessed she
didn’t know the meaning of standing still.
“Divorced,” he replied.
The girl’s skimpy costume was making him increasingly aroused, and he
was finding it difficult to remain detached when she was standing so
tantalizingly close. Unintentionally, the hose-nozzle he’d been
holding slipped from his fingers and rolled across the deck past her
feet. How could he not look when she bent over to pick it up, eyes
caressing the little shiny pink satin strip covering such a
plump-lipped pussy, downy-soft peach-fuzz on the cheeks of her ass,
twin dimples where ass met upper thighs. Shawn Cain’s erection wasn’t
about to soften, at least not until it had been satisfied, plans he had
for the condition just as soon as he was alone. He felt instantly
guilty for what he was feeling and thinking as Anne Marie straightened,
smiled and handed the nozzle back. Giving him an impish smile, she
twisted seductively, playing with one long curl hanging almost to her
waist. Thinking about what he’d like to do with her if she were only a
little older and interested in him, Shawn Cain reddened. He couldn’t
keep his eyes off of her provocative figure. She seemed so - - - so
ripe for a girl her age, and he couldn’t help getting aroused when
looking at those long legs.
Whew, what a body, he thought, eyes moving back up to her obvious
nipples.
He’d masturbated on a number of occasions while watching her making her
rounds, eyes following her delicious body while concealed behind the
privacy of his fence. Fantasizing what it would be like to have sex
with a girl like her, he’d made himself cum-off as he watched her.
Thick wads of tenacious semen had been left clinging to planks of the
sun-warmed fence as jism spurted from the head of his cock. Shawn Cain
masturbated frequently while watching videos of sexy young girls having
wild crazy sex. Masturbation was safe sex.
Feigning girlish modesty, Anne Marie’s green eyes dropped again to his
crotch as she squirmed to straighten her short dress. The fact that
the man was ogling her couldn’t be missed and she fell her pulse
quicken.
“Guess it’s hard to hold onto,” she giggled, making him flush at
possible double entendre, wondering what a cock like that would feel
like to hold.
Noting the change of expression on his face, she was convinced that he
was just as predictable as the younger men in her classes. But he’s
not as risky, she thought, eager to put her plan into action.
Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Ah, thanks, Anne Marie. Ah . . .
well,” he cleared his throat again. “I don’t want to keep you away
from your work, but you’re always welcome to stop by. Look - - - I
don’t need all this,” he shrugged, holding out the flyers. “I don’t
really buy any of this stuff.”
Almost ignoring his remark she was watching the Macaws. He stirred
uneasily, unsatisfied with his wordy and abstract comments.
“Where’s your office?” she asked, looking directly at his fly, the urge
to touch herself growing in intensity.
She knew she was turning him on and played the game, doing those things
that drove the guys nuts, pulling down on her dress to accentuate the
curve of her breasts and the fact that her nipples were very erect.
Turning to avoid her stare, he coughed against back of hand.
“There,” he said, pointing to a window looking out onto the garden,
avoiding looking at her, afraid she’d guess his condition as well as
his thoughts.
“Know what? I get extra credits in Economics if I do reports about
alternate work an’ life-styles. Do you have time to show me what you
do? I mean, like your office and stuff. You must be on-line and have
all that computer stuff. Can I see it? Will you show it to me?”
Instantly more flustered, Shawn pretended to examine the hose nozzle
rather than stare at the young girl’s perky breasts. She was watching
him closely so he knew she had to be aware that he was attracted to
her. Tight jeans couldn’t hide that erection. He didn’t speak for a
moment or two, afraid of what he might say. Clearing his throat again,
he continued.
“Well, if you have time. I wasn’t too busy today. That’s why I was out
here watering.” He liked that answer.
“I thought you were watching me,” she giggled, pleased with his
response. “That’s okay, Mr. Cain, I understand. People think I show
off. I guess I’m kind of a tease.” She giggled again. “That’s what
all the guys say.” Hips moving provocatively. Anne Marie giggled,
small hand covering her sensual mouth. “You like looking at me, don’t
you?” she teased, musical lilt in girlish voice. “I’m sorry if I
teased you too much.”
Still on edge, afternoon sun seemed to be getting even hotter on his
back. Coughing again, he covered his mouth with his hand, wishing he
felt more in control of the conversation, wondering if she’d seen him
watching her before, hoping she hadn’t guessed his clandestine
pleasures.
“Well, if you’re sure it’s okay with your folks; come on in and I’ll
shown you my office.”
Following so closely she almost stepped on his heels, she was becoming
more aroused by the second, driven by urges too long denied.
“My folks are very liberal,” she smiled. “Don’t worry. Anyway, I can
get another five hundred points for a good paper, if it’s well-written
and informative. Most students turn in only one, but this will make my
third.”
He glanced at her quickly, and then averted his eyes. “Well,” he
coughed again, “good . . . good grades are important if you plan to go
to college.”
“I’m in college,” she grinned as they entered his office, bumping
against him when he stopped and turned, purposefully pressing herself
into his arm. “Oops, sorry.” She paused and smiled. “I’m getting
good grades. Why go to school if you’re not going to learn something.”
He’d moved like their sudden unexpected contact had burned him. Aware
of what she was doing to him, she glanced around his small office;
moved to his desk, a surface buried under paper, two huge computer
monitors, mouse, printer, fax and VCR.
“Show me everything. Really. Everything Show me what you do,” she
whispered, lowering her voice as though they were in some important
meeting. “I’ve used a computer at school, but none of them were likes
these. How does all this stuff work?”
Sitting down at his keyboard, Shawn entered a password, clicked through
a series of menus until one of his most recent projects was on screen.
Anne Marie moved even closer.
“This is one of mine,” he said. “See how it looks multidimensional?
Computer Aided Design. CAD. It’s quick once you know how to use it,
and it’s easier to make changes to drawings when necessary. Saves
paper.”
He looked up. Maybe she wasn’t aware he could see, but nevertheless,
the young girl was standing in such a way that the hem of her dress was
so short he could see the crotch of skimpy hot-pink panties peeking out
from between firm young thighs. When the fingers of her right hand
slipped between perfect smooth thighs and began lightly caressing the
indentation created by plump pussy-lips under skintight panties, he
nearly came in his pants. It was an absolutely picture perfect crotch.
Smiling, still licking pink pillow-plump lips, her eyes seemed
somewhat glazed as she watched the big screen, her closeness making him
squirm uneasily.
“This is real exciting,” she giggled, glancing down at his crotch, green
eyes growing larger, enjoying the effect she was having on the man. “I
love seeing where guys work. Gee, Mr. Cain, show me all your stuff!”
Unable to resist her obvious dare, Shawn offered one of his own.
Curious to see how far the precocious little beauty was willing to go
on her after-school teasing adventures, he reached into a drawer and
selected a new DVD from a producer friend in L.A. The very explicit
production featured a bevy of beautiful young girls fucking and sucking
their brains out. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her
fingers moving faster, pink-tipped nails roaming up and down the very
obvious damp cleft. The indentation was being made even deeper by pink
painted fingertips that were doing a clandestine sex-dance as she
watched the screen. Squeezing tanned thighs together rhythmically, her
fingertips forced pink satin up even tighter into the pouting cleft.
He was wishing he was sitting little lower so he would have a better
view, and even lowered the seat of his chair.
On screen, two lovely nymphs had stripped down and were feeling each
other up, each sucking the other’s rosy swollen nipples and
masturbating. They had an audience, a good-looking young guy watching
from a comfortable overstuffed chair, a proud eight or nine inch
erection in his right hand. Anne Marie’s breathing sounded like she’d
been running.
“Oops, wrong disk;” he grinned, reaching to remove it from the system.
“Sorry. Got ’em mixed up.”
“No - - - no - - - wait! Don’t turn it off!” she interjected
breathlessly, the remark more a plea than request, moving closer to the
big screen, mesmerized, infatuated by the scene unfolding before her
eyes. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. I mean, I know
about adult stuff, but is this stuff legal? Did you make this?”
“No, I didn’t make this,” he laughed, watching her right hand in action,
“but sure, it’s legal. Haven’t you ever seen an adult video?”
“Not one this good,” she whispered. “Gee, this is the good stuff they
leave out of afternoon soaps. My mom would just die! People really do
all this stuff, don’t they? I mean, like, girls doing girls? I mean,
I know they do, but I’ve never actually seen it before.”
The note of excitement in her voice couldn’t be missed. Standing as
close as she was, Shawn caught the sweet scent of warm teenage sex, a
fragrance so overpowering it left him light-headed. Without asking for
approval, he turned his chair, and reaching out, slid his right hand up
the back of her warm thigh until it cupped the perfect curve of her
satin-covered ass. Kneading firm, resilient flesh, he sighed, but Anne
Marie Summer only giggled.
“All you young girls are real teases, aren’t you? Is that all you do,
Anne Marie? Tease us poor guys?”
“Me?” she giggled nervously. “Am I teasing you?”
“You know you are.”
“I’m not just a tease,” she whispered, lowering green eyes, looking at
him through long thick dark lashes.
“Really? What else do you do?”
“Lots-a things,” she blushed, having gone this far and with no intention
of changing her mind at this point.
“Show me.”
Anne Marie didn’t offer a hint of resistance as he moved her hand away,
damp pink satin crotch of her cute little panties just inches from his
nose as he got down on his knees and inhaled the sweet perfume of
teenage pussy. Pulling her closer by the cheeks of her ass, the
sensation of satin against fingers like electricity, he looked up at
her.
“Aren’t you taking big chances masturbating in front of strangers? Does
your mother know what you’re up to, Anne Marie Summer? Does she know
you tease; that you let men watch you expose yourself?”
She’d dreamed about this for over two weeks, trying to get here nerve
up to take the first step. Now, giggling nervously, her left hand came
to rest on the top of his head, her voice, light, airy.
“Do you want to watch me do it, Mr. Cain? Is that what older men like?
Watching young girls?”
“Sometimes.”
“Your video sure is sexy,” she giggled, voice raspy and breathless.
“It’s so naughty. I mean those girls; I know they do that. Do you
like watching stuff like that?”
“Don’t you?” he asked, caressing her satin-covered cheeks. “Wouldn’t
you like to do things like that?”
Swatting his hand away almost playfully, she gave him a scolding look.
“No way!” she smirked, secretly wishing she’d tried it with her best girlfriend
Flushed, perspiring, emerald eyes wide were riveted on the action on
screen. Glancing down at him, she blushed, but didn’t want the game
she’d started to stop, too aroused now to change her mind.
“I’m not some lesbian. You’re so naughty. Did you think I’d want to
watch it? That’s why you put it on, isn’t it?” Large green eyes
returning to the monitor, she had no control over the quiver going
through her body. “Like, it is sexy to watch, isn’t it? I bet that
feels really good!”
“What?” he grinned, watching her face.
“Like, what they’re doing, silly. Licking each other like that,” she
blushed, a spasm going through her again. Swatting his hand away again
as he tried to feel her plump pussy lips, she put her hand back between
her legs, palm covering satin-covered crotch as his returned to caress
her smooth-muscled buns.
Letting her watch the big screen for a while before speaking, Shawn felt
her panties getting wetter in back. Smooth satin fabric where warm
inner-thigh met firm ass was almost sticky with vaginal fluids. As he
continued caressing the firm cheeks, she spread those slim pretty legs
further, an invitation making his cock so hard it almost hurt. The
sudden thought of how far and how quickly they’d gone jarred him to his
senses.
“I haven’t done this before, in front of a man.”
“I’m sorry - - - this is enough, Anne Marie. We shouldn’t be doing
this. You’re way too young to watch stuff like this.”
Reaching for the eject button, he stopped the disk, embarrassed that
he’d gone so far, ashamed of himself for taking advantage of the girl’s
inexperience.
“No I’m not. I know all about sex stuff.” Petulant, pouting, she began
masturbating aggressively, slim hips jerking with excitement as she
watched Shawn’s hand. “You want to watch me do it, don’t you?” she
whispered, unable to keep up any pretense, openly playing with herself.
“I like to be watched, really. Want me to masturbate for you. I’ll
do it if you let me watch the whole video. You’re making me wet. Can
you feel it?”
“You’ll let me feel you up? You want me to do this?”
“Naughty, naughty!” she giggled, pulling away. “I knew you wanted to.
Just be nice. Don’t try doing anything to me, okay? I’ll give you a
real good show, but you have to be nice. Just watch me. Start it
again and I’ll let you watch me.”
Turning, the sexy nymph sat in the big overstuffed chair next to his,
her attention alternating between screen and watching Shawn’s hand
massaging the outline of his hard-on in too-tight pants. You’ve gone
this far and you can’t back out now, she thought, excited by the man as
well as the video, glad that she’d taken the dare with herself to be an
exhibitionist. You’ve wanted to do this in front of a grown man. So
do it. He’s not going to hurt you.
“Do it so I can see,” he said. “Turn more toward me.”
“Like this?” she giggled, to aroused to stop now. “Can you see it?”
He nodded, squeezing the bulge in his jeans.
Spreading stunning legs, she pulled the front of her dress up around her
waist, the view so arousing Shawn almost came in his pants.
“You’ll let me watch the whole thing?”
He nodded again.
“I like to be watched. My girlfriend says I’m an exhibitionist. Do you
like watching girls masturbate?” she giggled, smooth cheeks flushed
with the excitement of letting him see between her legs, letting a
grown man watch her masturbate. “What do you want me to do?”
“Do whatever you do when you do it,” he grinned, massaging his throbbing
crotch, feeling the pulse of his heart in the hardened shaft."
Looking down between wide spread legs, Anne Marie grinned as she wiggled
a finger under the edge of those smooth satin panties and into what he
was sure was a very wet, very tight pussy.
“You talk so naughty, Mr. Cain. Remember, you said you’d just watch.”
Eyes on his, the young tease began massaging her sweet little mount of
Venus, hips undulating like a snake as she diddled herself, green eyes
going from his crotch to screen, her tongue lightly flicking in and out
between the most voluptuous lips he’d ever seen.
“I thought about getting a job at night as a dancer. I know guys like
watching girls do this. They know we do it; they like seeing us spread
our legs, even when we’re wearing panties. They all like seeing under
our skirts. It makes guys real hot to see girl’s playing with
themselves. I’d love to do this with a bunch of guys watching me.”
Glancing back at the screen, she licked plump pink lips. “This is
making me very hot!” she giggled, blushing bright red. “I’ve never
done this in front of an older man.”
“You do it in front of younger guys?”
He was sweating, so aroused by her naive willingness to trust him he’d
surrendered to lust and was working on a plan to seduce the precocious
beauty, a girl so succulent she could have appeared on the cover of any
Sport’s Illustrated Swim Suit Edition.
“Sure,” she giggled, flexing firm buns, fingers teasing the cleft in the
crotch of pink satin panties. “When I’m with a guy I like; when they
want to watch. Guys like watching, ‘specially if we talk naughty and
say stuff like, ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’ and ‘pussy’. If we talk about cum.”
From his vantage point Shawn could see both the screen and Anne Marie,
and her increased attentions to that deepening cleft in her crotch was
in direct response to action on screen. On the giant monitor, two
young beauties were hot into a 69, close-ups of hungry mouths and wide
spread pussies filling the screen. Pink juicy labia were being licked
by eager partners in an exiting bisexual game.