“Ooooo!” Gasping with pleasure, Anne Marie lifted slim hips off the
chair-seat, hand jerking wildly between perfect tan thighs. “Watch me,
Mr. Cain! It’s making me wet!” she panted, green eyes glazed. “I’m
making myself get all wet! Cunt! Big hard cock! Squirt cum! Oh, my
Gawd! I’m so hot, I’m cuming right in my panties! Ohhhhh! Ohhh!
Ohhhhh!”
Almost unable to believe his eyes, Shawn watched the crotch of her pink
panties darken as the orgasm racked the nymph’s body, a climax so juicy
he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Watching him watching her, she
blushed, fingers dancing over the bright pink satin crotch.
“I can’t help it,” she reddened, cheeks burning with pleasure. “I
always get so wet.”
Sweat in his eyes, Shawn was so aroused he felt weak, scalp tightening,
remembering the joke about the guy getting such a huge hard-on he
couldn’t close his eyes. “Does that happen every time?” he asked,
ready to unzip his fly.
“Un-huh,” she blushed. “I can do it over and over and I just. squirt
all over myself. I don’t even know why.”
“Do it again,” he urged. “Pull you panties out of the way so I can see
your . . . so I can watch you squirt.”
Face red and perspiring, Anne Marie was watching the screen. The cutest
blonde was down on her knees between the boy’s thighs, her hand around
a well-endowed shaft, jacking-off the handsome youth. Her girlfriend
had slipped down and was laying between her female partner’s
wide-spread thighs, eating the blonde’s juicy smoothly-shaved pussy
while the girl jacked-off the young kid.
“Oooou, I wish that was me,” she blushed, feeling an orgasm approaching.
“She’s going to make him cum if she keeps jerking him off like that.
He’s going to shoot cum all over her,” words making Shawn’s cock throb.
“He’s going to shoot off!” she panted. “She’s going to make him shoot
cum!”
No sooner saying ‘cum’, she stretched the crotch of her pink satin
panties to one side, quivering legs spread wider, hips arched toward
Shawn, fingers wildly rubbing a very pronounced, very pink clit. What
was the sweetest little pink cunt-mouth Shawn could remember seeing, a
cunt so tight he could only imagine trying to get his cock into it,
spasmed like a strobe-light as a cup-full of crystal-clear fluids
sprayed from an opening pussy-tube like water from a hose, squirt after
squirt, a steady shower of cunt-juice drenching quivering thighs, legs
and the seat of the chair.
“Ooooou! Ooooou! Ooooooou!” Anne was squealing; spraying cunt juices
all over herself and the floor. Other hand over her eyes, the teenager
blushed madly, but fingers hardly slowed. “That’s what happens. I
can’t help it. It always makes me wet. Gee, this video is making me
too hot. I can’t stop playing with myself when I get this hot.
Sometimes I do it all night long.”
Seeing the look in his eyes, she became slightly apprehensive, aware she
was masturbating in front of a total stranger. Though she’d dreamed
about doing it, and just had one of the most intense climaxes she could
remember, she was having second thoughts about the whole situation.
Not only did she know nothing about him, he was sporting a very
impressive erection.
“There,” she blushed, pulling pink panties back over plump pout. “You
thought I was just a tease, but I’m not, am I? I let you watch me play
with myself. I’ve never done that before for a man. I let you see
everything. I’m not just a tease.”
Rubbing iron hardness, Shawn’s fingers were working to unzip his fly, to
get that erection out of his pants.
“You better not get me in trouble,” she blushed, hand over pulsing
pussy, green eyes widening as Shawn opened his pants. “Oh, my Gawd.
You better not do anything weird. I never said I wanted you to DO
anything. You better not get me in trouble. You’re not going to hurt
me or anything, are you?”
The sight of a sexy little teenager’s pussy spraying crystalline showers
had made Shawn salivate. Unable to wait to get a taste of virgin pink
cunt, he moved between her thighs.
“I’m not going to hurt you, unless you’re worried that letting me lick
you like those girls were just doing will hurt. Wouldn’t you like to
try it? Didn’t it look like they were having fun? You’ll love it,
Anne Marie. Can you do that again?” he smirked, down on his knees, fly
open,. making her hold her pretty legs spread wide. “Come on. Let me
lick you while you’re watching those girls licking each other. That
aught-a turn you on. Let me make you cum with my tongue. This time I
want you to squirt in my mouth. I want-a taste it.”
Spreading her smooth warm suntanned thighs with both hands, he caressed
perfect unblemished flesh, sticky now from the teenager’s copious
orgasms. He felt her plump little pussy-lips under skintight pink
satin, parted enough at the moment he had to see them, was dying to
taste that teenage cunt.
“You’re beautiful, Anne Marie. Show me . . . let me see your pussy.”
Surrendering to the offer, so aroused she was unable to stop, she pulled
the elastic satin to one side do he could see the bright pink inner
lining, pink as the skimpy little panties she was holding out of the
way. A few scanty blonde hairs curled above the exposed nub of a
distinctly aroused clit, a little cock-head shaped jewel topping her
volcanic crack. Laying in the salmon-rose cleft, a clear pearl of
juice oozed like liquid honey from the pulsing pinkness of her pulsing
cunt. She knew the look on her face was one of eager anticipation and
she arched her hips in invitation to his offer.
“Want me to lick you? When I make you cum just let it squirt. Don’t
try to hold back. I’m going to swallow it when you cum in my mouth.”
Unable to wait, heart pounding like a base drum, he pressed his mouth
over the teen’s juicy slit and slid his talented tongue that had licked
numerous young cunts to orgasm into the teenager’s warm tasty pink
oyster.
“Oh, yeah!” gasped Anne Marie when his tongue found her swollen
trembling clit. “Gee, Mr. Cain, you’ll make me squirt again. I can’t
help it. You’re going to make me squirt it right in your mouth!
Really! I’m not kidding. Do you know how much there’s going to be? I
squirt more than a guy. You’re making me do it again. It’s going to
go in your mouth. Oooooo! Oooooo! Oooooo!"
Within seconds she was filling his mouth with the tastiest warm
cunt-juice he could remember swallowing. Using both hands, fingers
wound tightly in his almost shoulder-length hair, she pulled his face
into her crotch, climaxing over and over while watching the big-screen
orgy, face a reflection of what the girls on the disk were
experiencing. The volume of cunt-gush was astonishing, an orgasm that
could fill a coffee-cup. Swallowing the flood, Shawn knew the
combination of screen images and his flicking tongue was driving the
young thing wild.
“Ohhhh . . . ohhhh . . . Ohhhhh. . . " she panted, climaxes so strong
and so good she nearly fainted. I’ve never done this before - - - oh,
my Gawd!”
He didn’t stop, aware she was watching him, not the screen. Her fingers
were massaging his scalp as he tongued her juicy pink treasure-slit,
swallowing mouthfuls of pubescent vaginal nectar, fluids ambrosia to
his lustful palate.
“Do you like doing that?” she blushed, eyes rolling like dice on a La
Vegas crap table. “Letting me squirt it all in your mouth? You like
swallowing my juice? Oh, my Gawd, there’s so much, Mr. Cain! You sure
know how to make me feel good!” Blushing madly, she peeked at him
through parted fingers. “Does it really taste good?” she giggled, slim
hips still bucking reflexively.
“Sweeter than peaches,” he grinned, swallowing the warm syrupy
aphrodisiac.
Unable to wait a second longer, reaching into the front of open pants,
Shawn Cain freed his throbbing sex, a hard-on protruding straight up
from open fly, the taste of the young girl’s love-nest making him ooze
with heart-pounding desire. The lavender crest of his erection was
glazed with clear pre-cum.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, nose against delicate pubes, lightly
lapping the sensitive nub of a pink swollen clit, one finger teasing
the girl’s warm puckered anus.
“Un-huh,” she panted, still giggling nervously, but so excited she
wanted more. “I’ve been on it for a year. I guess I always wanted
bigger titties!” More giggles.
“You have very beautiful titties,” he said, fingers of his other hand
teasing a long hardened nipple. “So, you’re still virgin. Never tried
sex?” he asked, tonguing twin-lipped pout of the sweetest pussy he’d
tasted since high school, working a finger up into its snug
electric-pink sheath.
“Un-unh,” she giggled. “Like, not yet - - - at least not, like, you
know, like, real intercourse. I’ve just let guys feel me up.”
“You said you’re not a tease, Anne Marie.” Ginning, he took her to the
edge of another orgasm but stopped just short of making her climax and
looked up into emerald-green eyes. Holding rampant cock in one hand,
he rubbed it against the lips of her tiny cunt. “So, if you’re not
teasing and you’re on the pill, let me fuck you. Wouldn’t you like to
feel this slide into that juicy little pussy?”
She shook her auburn-haired head. “No. I told you I’m still a virgin.
I don’t think I should be doing this, at least not yet.”
Sighing, he paused. “Well, if you’re not a tease, how far have you
gone?”
“Golly,” she panted, hips undulating reflexively, “don’t quit. Like,
keep doing that; okay? I’ve just messed around, like, nothing
serious.”
Slipping one hand under the cheeks, he massaged her very firm ass,
teasing, absolutely delighted by her willing responses. Eager to help,
she spread the cheeks of her ass with both hands as his tongue
flattened against plump labia and hard clit.
“Tell me,” he mumbled, mouth smeared with pussy juice.
Cheeks so red she looked sunburned, Anne Marie let go of her cheeks and
covered her face with both hands. “Don’t make me talk. Just keep
doing that, okay? Please? Don’t stop, Mr. Cain - - - Shawn. You got
me so excited! You really like it?”
“You know it. I’ll do it more if you tell me everything,” he grinned,
trying hard to get another finger into her tight sheath.
“Like, you know, just fooling around,” she mewed, wrinkling cute nose,
“on dates. Golly, you know what I mean. You know guys. I’m too young
to be getting serious about relationships and everything. You know;
oh, yeah. Lick me there like that!
“Did you ever play with them?”
“Un-unh . . . "
“Come on - - - tell the truth,” he smirked, licking syrupy teenage
petals, swallowing again as warm passion juices sprayed across his
eager tongue.
“Oh, Yeah! Oooou! Don’t make me TALK about it,” she pleaded, grinding
excited clit against tongue. “Just keep licking me like you were.”
“Not unless you tell me everything.”
Eyes glued to the screen, pupils like tiny mirrors reflected images of
one of the young blonde goddesses going down on the young man. The act
of fellatio demanding wide-eyed attention, Anne Marie reluctantly
answered.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. I let them feel me up, you know, play with
my nipples; suck on them. They put their finger in me like you’re
doing. Stuff like that.”
“And . . . "
“And they wanted me to do them, too, like, you know, they wanted to fuck
me. They go, Just play with it.. Put it in your mouth - - - like that
girl’s doing right now in that movie. They all wanted me to go down on
them. All the guys want that. They all want us to give them head.”
“You didn’t even play with them?” he asked, teasing hard little love
button with the tip of his tongue, the young girl’s hips jerking so
wildly he had to hold on firmly to both cheeks of her very hard nubile
ass.
“Maybe a couple of times,” she panted, orgasm so powerful she nearly
collapsed. “I told you I wasn’t just a tease.”
Catching juicy showers on his tongue, the spray was so copious he had to
swallow three times. Familiar with the production, he watched the last
seconds of the youth’s profuse orgasm as the cute little blonde sucked
him to completion, playfully displaying generous mouthfuls of captured
semen. Opening pretty mouth and extending generous tongue, she let the
pearly-prize dribble over swollen cock-head, then licked it up before
it could get to his pubes. Mouth full, she smiled and swallowed.
Green eyes wide, mouth half open, Anne Marie was watching the girl’s
pink tongue and the still spurting cock. The cute little blonde was
sucking it up. Tongue between almost sluttish lips, wagging over-full
pink lips like a happy puppy’s tail, Anne Marie was shaking like
Jell-O.
“Well? You said you wished you were her. Do you still wish you were?
Did you like watching?” he asked, toying with her hard pink clit.
“That’s what your dates wanted you to do.”
It took the teenager a few seconds to catch her breath. “I know,” she
panted, blushing furiously, covering cute face with both hands. “They
wanted me to give them blow jobs. Oh, my Gawd. She let him shoot-off
in her mouth.”
“Didn’t you let your dates cum in yours?”
“No way,” she blushed, wrinkling up cute little nose again at the idea.
“You wasted it? What did you do?”
“I jerked them off instead.”
“But you made them cum,” he said, two fingers up her warm juicy sheath.
“How many times have you done it?”
“Like, I don’t know, " she whined, still covering face with hands.
“Like, maybe five or six times. Maybe more . . . "
“Did you like it - - - making them cum?”
Still peeking at the screen between parted fingers, she nodded as the
girls worked the youth over with hungry mouths and talented tongues.
“Sure, I mean, like I guess,” she whispered, red-faced. “I liked
watching them shoot off. There’s always so much.”
“What did you do with their semen after you made them cum? Didn’t you
lick it up like that girl just did?”
Making a funny face and wrinkling cute nose, hiding green eyes with
hands, Anne Marie giggled.
“Oooooooou! No way! It was, like so gooey, I had to use tissues to
wipe it all up. They just shot-off all over my hands and my legs and
everything. Golly, guy’s stuff is so thick and sticky. They got their
stuff all over me.”
“It wouldn’t have if you’d let them cum off in your mouth, like that
blonde just did,” he grinned.
When she’d regained her senses, Shawn let her stand. Looking down, Anne
Marie focused on his very stiff erection, face coloring just as it had
before her last climax.
“Golly, you have a really big one, Mr. Cain.”
“Come on, call me Shawn; not Mr. Cain. You make me feel old.”
“I’m sorry. You’re not old, Shawn,” She wasn’t looking at the screen.
“Like, does it always get, like, you know, hard when you do it? Like,
what do you do? Squeeze it? Show me, okay? I played with myself for
you. Come on, do it for me. Show me how you do it,” she whispered,
emerald eyes flashing, lower lip captive between perfect white pearls.
“I want to watch you shoot off. I may not fuck but I sure like
watching guys shoot cum.”
Even though he couldn’t have sex with the girl, Shawn was so aroused he
was unable to think clearly. Her explicit sexuality driving him past
reasonableness, he stood, erection in hand, stroking himself openly as
he did almost daily in the privacy of his bedroom or behind the fence
while watching her walking down the street. Busy with projects and a
large work load, he hadn’t masturbated for over a week. Today his cock
was on the verge of a major eruption, balls loaded and aching to cum.
Fanning flames, Anne Marie spread her tanned legs even wider, teasing a
very juicy pussy with the crotch of her pink panties, using both hands
to work slippery satin smoothness up and down against a fabulously hard
clit.
“Ooou! I love doing myself, too, especially while you’re watching me.”
She was blushing madly, pink tongue flicking in and out of pink-lipped
mouth, large emerald eyes wide. “Really, I liked that, Shawn; you
watching me. I never did that before for a man. I like being an
exhibitionist. It makes me so hot to think that you’re getting all
hot, too. Do it, okay? I really want to watch you make yourself cum.”
Moving closer, she held the skimpy dress up higher, up around slim waist
as his hand moved faster. Those extremely tight pink satin panties,
that loose fitting dress, low cut to the point of nearly exposing
perfectly shaped breasts, slim tan legs tapering gracefully to narrow
girlish hips, the whole costume was driving Shawn nuts. Firm tan tummy
with small dimple belly button enhanced the slimness of the nymph’s
waist. Hardening nubile nipples made the front of her cotton dress
drape in a most erotic fashion, a look that had to drive males to
distraction. That look was bringing Shawn Cain to a point of no
return. Anne Marie Summer was elated.
“Playing with myself feels so good. I’m going to make myself wet again,
Shawn. I squirt so much I bet you could tell every time I did it,
couldn’t you? I squirt like a guy, don’t I! Guys like watching me do
it and it makes me real hot when they watch. Know what? I make myself
cum in my panties every day.” Shawn’s hand was in full motion, cock,
slippery with pre-cum. “Gawd, watching you jerking-off is making me
real hot again. I could spray all over you.” She was panting,
watching his hand pumping swollen pride that projected from open fly
like a log. “Golly,” she gasped," here I cum, Shawn. I’m squirting
again. I wish I was squirting it right in your mouth! I’m squirting
pussy-cum right in my panties so it doesn’t get all over you. Watch me
squirt off. I love it. Oooooo, Oooooo, Oooooo!"
Fingers a blur, a virtual stream of clear pussy juice began running down
well-toned sun-tanned thighs. Unable to believe his good fortune,
Shawn groaned. Pulling tight panties up even tighter, Anne Marie tried
stemming the flow dribbling down beautifully tanned thighs.
“Look at me!” she giggled, tongue wetting pink lips. “I just squirt all
over myself when I cum. I can’t stop once I start squirting. It sure
makes my panties all wet an’ everything. I can cum a zillion times and
squirt each time. Isn’t that just the weirdest? I like feeling all
the juice in my panties! It’s so slippery when I play with myself.”
His hand was pumping madly. “Want to see it again?” she giggled.
“Look!”
Pulling the front of sexy little panty crotch down, she gave him another
peek at what he’d been licking. It was a classic keyhole shaped
crotch, a generous space between perfectly developed thighs. That
space was heaven in Shawn’s mind, a wide, twin-lipped pout he’d
imagined kissing so many times while masturbating behind the fence,
flushing at the memory of watching pearl-like wads of cum clinging to
the sun-warmed wooden surface, so many loads it had built-up a thick
patina over the past months. Looking at her tempting crotch made his
mouth water. Almost five years had passed since he’d tasted such an
excited pussy, none ever as enticing or juicy. A sparse growth of
light golden pubic hair curled above swollen half-open lips of the
sweetest pussy he’d ever seen, the engorged clit standing out, a hard
little pink tongue between two pink lips, a mouth he would have gotten
down on knees to crawl over broken glass to kiss.
Watching him masturbating, pink tongue flicking over even pinker lips,
she struggled with herself to control a growing urge to try what she’d
dreamed about doing, what she’d just watched on the giant sized screen.
Cum, she thought, watching the head of his cock, waiting to see the
creamy orgasm. I wonder what that would feel like going all in my
mouth. Golly, he sure has a big one. Shawn’s swollen cock-head was so
dark it looked like a ripe plumb.
“I’m sorry if I got you too excited. I’m just not into ‘falling in
love’ and everything yet. I just wanted to play around. Is that okay
with you?”
“I understand, but I’m so horny I have to do something. You came over
here wanting to fool around. Turn around and bend over; let me fuck
you from behind, Anne Marie. Please! You can’t get pregnant. You
don’t have to be serious to have a little sex. I’m ready to cum off
now. Let me shoot this load of cum in your hot little pussy.”
Remembering Jeffrey, the last boy she’d jerked off, his giant volume of
semen, how it had suddenly covered her hands and legs, Anne Marie
stepped closer and took his cock in her warm hand.
“Don’t worry; I know what to do. You’ll like this.”
Giving him no more than five or six slippery firm strokes, a creamy
white torrent of semen began jetting from his erection. The first
surge was so powerful it splattered her tummy and panties, clinging
tenaciously to hot pink satin as she spread slim legs wider. Ooooou,
yeah! she thought, accurately directing cloudy ejaculate with one
stroking hand, watching the pearly discharge squirting over her tummy
and the crotch of her little pink panties, wondering what cum actually
tasted like.
“Oh . . . Anne Marie,” he cried, “oh, you’re making me cum-off so
good!”
Cum hung like a giant strand of pearls across the front of her pink
panties.
“Oooooou,” she squealed, cheeks flushed with excitement, “you really
shoot when you cum! Geez, I love seeing guys cum, Shawn. It makes me
cum, too.” Letting go, she quivered and sprayed, girl-gush drenching
her little panties as his climax waned, teasing gooey wet cum-soaked
fabric against sensitive clit, she continued to orgasm against the warm
semen-slippery material. “Oh! I’m cuming-off so good Oh YEAH!
Mmmmmmmmmm.”
Reaching up, Shawn slipped two juicy pussy-coated fingers between Anne
Marie’s full ripe lips and into her succulent mouth, almost cuming
again when he felt her tongue wind around his slippery digits.
“Suck them,” he grinned. She did, sucking like she wished it was a
cock. “Suck your pussy juice off my fingers. See how good you taste?
That’s a good little girl! You’re learning. Suck it all up.”
After a minute, she caught her breath. “I should probably go now. I
don’t want to get in trouble.”
“Do you have to?”
“Well - - - what else do you want?”
“What do you want, Anne Marie? Did you come in here just to get me
excited? Now that you got what you wanted, you want to leave?”
“I’m sorry. Are you mad at me? I just like doing that - - - letting
guys watch me masturbate; making them shoot. It makes me real hot. I
thought you’d like it, too.”
“I did,” he sighed, unable to stop staring at her standing there playing
with herself, “but is that all you did with your boyfriends? Jerk them
off?”
“I know what you want. You want me to do that, don’t you?” she said,
shy grin flickering across mischievous lips. Wiping fingers over the
front of her tummy and panties, she slipped them between her lips and
sucked the sticky evidence from her jism-coated hand. The taste left
her even more aroused. Somehow understanding the power of refusal,
charged with sexual excitement, she embarked on a path aimed at making
him even more aroused. “Really, Shawn; don’t ask me to do it. Not in
my mouth. I’ve never done it, I mean, like that girl in the video just
did. She made him cum-off in her mouth. Oh, my Gawd. She even
swallowed it; all that white sticky goo.”
Slumping against desk, holding on with one hand and still hard
pussy-juice lathered cock with the other, Shawn watched the nubile sex
machine sucking semen-gooey fingers.
“You said you wished you were her, Anne Marie. You said you wished you
were in her place. You don’t really want to leave yet, do you? You
wanta do what she was doing.”
“No I don’t,” she pouted, feigning reluctance, wondering what he’d do
and how far he’d go, how long to tease before sucking that incredible
cock. After a long pause she blushed and looked up. “Do your
girlfriends suck you off?”
“Yes.”
“Do they like it?”
“Every one of them.”
“And you cum in their mouths?”
“They beg me to.”
Standing in front of him, she twisted hair and hips nervously, so
aroused she wanted him to make her be that naughty. She’d discussed
giving head with her best girlfriend for weeks, and after listening to
steamy confessions, had set out to play with unsuspecting Shawn Cain.
Looking at the rigid cock was making her salivate, and her little pussy
was making a mess of her panties.
“Get down on your knees,” he pointed, “between my legs.” Face flushed,
she knelt instantly before him, obedient, green eyes upturned, lips and
chin quivering like she was about to cry, a young girl used to obeying
adult direction. “Open your mouth, little girl. Show me your tongue.
Stick it out as far as you can.”
Wetting pretty lips, the nymph partially opened a most fuckable mouth,
light pink tongue trembling on a full lower lip.
“Like this?” she whispered, heart fluttering so fast she thought she
might faint.
“Hold your tongue out further,” he breathed, air of control in masculine
voice, “open your mouth wider.”
Heart beating wildly and closing emerald eyes, she opened a generous
mouth wide and extended a broad pink tongue almost three inches long.
“Don’t close your eyes, girl. Keep looking up at me.”
Anxiety flickering in deep emerald pools, large green eyes opened,
watching his, not the head of his cock. Only inches from her mouth,
his hand stroked the awesome cunt-juice covered shaft. A clear gem, a
slowly swinging crystal necklace of pre-cum swung across her waiting
pink tongue, bejeweling rosy trembling flesh. The other end of swag
oozed from the tiny eye in the head of his lusty cock. Taking a deep
breath, he moved closer. Placing the sensitive glossed crest on pink
flesh, the sensation so erotically past expectation, he nearly
climaxed.
The warmth, the quivering warm appendage, the broad spoon-shaped pink
pillow. She extended her tongue even further to guide the pulsing
shaft, vibrating of its own volition as he watched her mouth. The
warmth of a young girl’s breath on cock-flesh, the vision of doe-like
green eyes; was he only imagining the whole thing? Was the Lolita
really down on her knees, tongue fluttering in and out to stroke
throbbing flesh below and behind sensitive crest. His cock expanded
almost painfully. An erection any man would be proud to boast lifted
reflexively in response to her tongue-dance, then dropped back in the
pink spoon of sexual delight.
Unable to resist temptation, Shawn moved again. The pussy-juice covered
head of his manhood slid between pretty plump lips into the generous
warmth of the teenager’s open pink mouth; slippery pearl-like tears and
her own juices lubricating advancing flesh.
“Now, just like she did - - - suck, Anne Marie,” he moaned, unable to
believe what she was allowing, almost blowing a load in her mouth, cock
throbbing with pleasure from such intense sexual contact.
Closing around the engorged shaft, pillow-soft lips held him firmly
locked prisoner within the warmth of her tender young mouth. Looking
up submissively, an expression of complete surrender in emerald-green
eyes, exotically puckered lips and tongue milked a river of pre-cum
from the pulsing tube. Mouthing the swollen cock-head wantonly,
surrendering to appealing masculinity, she swallowed mouthfuls of
saliva, cunt juice and pre-cum sucked from the semen-engorged sex.
When he pulled back she licked perfect cock-sucking lips, exotic face
glowing, green eyes glazed with un-girlish excitement.
“You’re as bad as all the guys,” she giggled, examining the engorged
cock-head. “They just shoot like mad whenever I jerk them off. Can
you cum again? Want me to jerk you off again? I liked jerking you
off, Mr. Cain! I do it good, don’t I? It was fun having it in my
mouth. It’s so - - - so warm and hard, but you have to promise not to
shoot-off while it’s in my mouth, okay?”
Still feeling guilty about age differences, he was sure her dad would
shoot him on the spot for what he was doing. Yet unwilling to stop and
looking into sensuous emerald eyes, Shawn took slippery cock in hand.
The young girl watched as he began masturbating again. She wasn’t so
close he couldn’t use a good long stroke without her getting in his
way, but close enough to occasionally let the swollen cock-head rub her
pouty plump lips. Grunting with passion he began making funny animal
sounds, masturbating, watching her fingers as she played with the
sticky cum-loaded crotch of her pink panties, broad tongue flicking in
and out between half-open pink lips, emerald flames of expectation in
cat-like green eyes.
“Stay down on your knees, Anne Marie. Open your mouth wide - - - hold
your tongue out as far as you can.”
Giggling nervously, her tongue flicked rapidly between outrageously
swollen lips. Heart beating so fast she felt giddy, she was enthralled
with being the subject of his lust.
“You’re not going to make me do it, are you?” she asked, eyes moist with
excitement. “Let me jerk you off instead. I’ll make you cum good.
All the guys like how I do it.” Shawn shook his head. “Oh, my Gawd.
Are you really going to make me? Don’t, Shawn - - - please. Don’t
make me do it. Do I have to?” she pleaded, lower lip quivering, so
excited she was afraid she might pee.