Tom couldn't believe what she had just said.
Fuck?
Him?
With her?
This couldn't be happening to him – guys didn't fuck until they were seniors in high school, when they could get their cars, grab their chicks and made it in the back seat.
"Did you hear me, Tom? We're gonna fuck. Now, all you have to do is think about having your penis thrusting in my vagina. You know: in and out, in and out, like you were sawing wood."
Tom imagined his prick going in and out, in and out of Miss Ryan's cunt. Sawing back and forth, feeling the lips of her pussy holding tightly to his cock-head, her clitoris rubbing his shaft as he sawed in and out of her cunt-hole.
He was getting another hard-on. And only five minutes ago his prick lay like a worm against his thigh, cum and lipstick sticking to the knob.
His cock was getting bigger as he thought about fucking Miss Ryan's cunt.
Tom didn't want to think any more. He was ready to fuck. His cock-head looked like a balloon ready to burst.
"I can't believe it, Tom," Connie said in a whisper, awed by the sight of Tom's prick jerking to life, firming up, stiffening with each beat of his heart.
"Look at your prick! It's starting to get hard again. Christ, I haven't seen a cock get up that fast after a blow-job since I was sixteen."
Tom looked at his prick. It didn't matter whether Miss Ryan was, helping to support his cock by gripping the base of his prick-shaft – hell, his prick was hurting again, filled to the tip with pent-up jizz. He didn't need her hand to hold up his cock. It would have stood up on its own. But he did want her hand on his cock because it felt nice, much nicer than his own fist.
"Now, you just lie there, Tom, and I'll get your prick into my cunt. Doesn't it sound exciting to say nasty words – call a prick a prick instead of a penis?"
Tom couldn't reply. His eyes were filled with Miss Ryan's pendulous tits as she threw her leg over his crotch while maintaining her hold on his cock. He watched as Miss Ryan centered her cunt directly over the head of his prick.
God, he was gonna get fucked!
"First, I'm gonna wiggle the tip of your cock against my cunt, Tom. That way I'll be nice and greasy when I sit on your prick."
She moved the head of his prick against her juicy cunt-lips, and Tom just couldn't believe that his cock was actually touching her pussy. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he sure could fret what he saw.
Oh, shit, fuck, piss, he had never felt anything so good in his life! His cock-head was brushing back and forth, faster and faster within the slippery groove of Miss Ryan's cunt.
Faster and faster. Juice was oozing from his cock. The head looked purple and full of rage.
Connie was sweating feverishly, her tits jiggling madly as she brushed Tom's prick against the hot, wet flesh of her slippery gash.
"Oooohhh, Tommmmmmmm! Can't you feel how hot my cunt is?"
"Mother of God, yeessss! P-Please, Miss Ryan. My… my cock's really hurtin'. Please, do-do something!"
Connie did something all right. She squatted down as hard as she could.
Tom's cock slithered into her pussy like a greased pig. In a flash, her cunt-lips were mashed against his crotch hair, her asshole nuzzling his rolling balls.
"Aaaiiieee!!" Tom screamed, feeling the hot fleshy meat of her pussy slamming down on his prick, smothering his sensitive cock-head, clasping tightly to the shaft of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
"Does it feel good, Tom?"
"Aaaaiieee!"
"Does your cock still hurt, Tom?"
"Aaaaiiieeee!"
"Tom, can you hear me? Answer me, Tom!"
Tom couldn't answer. His prick was being inundated by the most incredible sensations he had ever felt. Her curd felt a hundred times better than his fist, fifty times better than her fist, ten times better than her sweet cock-sucking lips.
Jesus, he was getting his first fuck, his first piece of ass! It was the finest moment of his life. Nothing could ever be better than the feel of Miss Ryan's pussy bearing down on his prick, making that long slide down the shaft of his cock. He would never forget her… or her tits… or her ass… or her cunt.
Then, as if he were coming out of a fog, he heard Miss Ryan's voice calling him from afar.
"W-What did you say?"
"I just wanted to know if my cunt feels good to you, Tom."
"Oh, gosh, yes! I never felt so good in my life. Jesus, but you're sure hot in there."
"My cunt's hot, Tom, because I needed to fuck your prick. Do you like fucking, Tom?"
"Oh, gosh, yes! I never felt so good in my life."
"Now, I'll show you the best part of fucking, Tom."
Tom was going to ask her to repeat what she had said. Nothing felt better right now than having her cunt snugly gripping his cock. He couldn't believe that the best was yet to come. But he had to believe, because Miss Ryan was slowly raising her cunt off his cock, her pussy-lips seeming to grip his rod like a greased glove. And the sound of her cunt as she withdrew! God, it sounded so squishy!
Connie raised up until the lips of her cunt embraced the crown of Tom's cock. She exerted pressure, and her cunt-muscles clamped down on the ballooning head of his prick.
"Aaaiieee!"
Then a fast downstroke of her cunt, her pussy-lips sliding like a greased collar over the shaft of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!"
"Didn't that feel great, Tom?"
"Aaaiiieee!!"
Connie glanced at his face. The kid was biting his lip. His forehead was furrowed with wrinkles, the sweat sliding off and pasting to his hair. He looked as if he were in pain. Christ, this mother-fucking kid was something else!
"Again," Tom mumbled before groaning at the ecstasy that surrounded his cock-flesh.
"You mean like this?" Connie asked, raising her curd off his prick for the second time. Then she came crashing down again, Tom's cock shooting up into her moist fleshed pussy.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
"And this!" Connie was getting her fuck-rhythm now. She began moving up and down on his prick, her ass bouncing against his balls.
"Aaaaiiieeei!!"
Her tits were bouncing up and down as Connie raised and lowered her cunt on his cock. With each stoke, perspiration ran in rivulets off her forehead, splashing on Tom's perspiring chest. Up and down again, her cunt gripping his cock in a blanket of warm flesh.
Now, Tom realized what Miss Ryan said about the best part of fucking. It was now. It was when she moved off his prick, and his balls seemed to tighten up against his crotch. It was when her cunt moved down on his cock, and his asshole puckered and jizz leaked from his prick. He was getting fucked.
Connie fucked faster and faster. Shit, her cunt was getting hotter and hotter. Tom's prick was getting bigger and bigger. Christ, she was going to come!
She was going to blast all the pent-up frustration out of her pussy and bathe his virgin prick! Now!
"Aaaiieee!! I'm cooommmiinngg, Tom!"
"Me, too! Aaaiieee!!"
The bursts of cum filled Connie's hungry pussy, filled it to overflowing. Jizz seemed to be squished out of her cock-filled cunt. Her tit seemed to be one raw nerve-ending as it scraped back and forth on Tom's cock-shaft. Then she collapsed, her huge tits spreading out on Tom's chest.
Tom embraced her body as she fell against him. He thrust his cock up, way up, into her cunt and froze. His cock oozed out one last dribble of cum, and Tom's ass fell back to the bed.
"I-Is that what fucking's all about, Miss Ryan?" Tom asked as he smelled the fragrance of her perfume.
"Yeah, that's what fucking's all about, Tom."