The inner lips were stretched open until the flesh was taut.
The little girl could feel her lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of that cock head.
She began to push upward with her hips, feeling an arousal within her that she had not known with any of her other lovers.
He began to push down a little harder.
Marlene responded by pushing up with her own hips, She was used to having cocks slip into her pussy easily and then sloshing around until the guy came.
Even though her pussy was still fully engorged with the blood of her arousal, and her cunt juices were plentiful with slippery lubrication, it was still a tight fit and the man was going to have to exert himself to achieve the complete penetration that they both needed so badly.
The inside of Marlene's cunt was on fire with lust. She could tell that she was going to come the second his cock touched the magic spot near the mouth of her womb. She placed her weight on the small of her back so that her cunt hole would be at the best angle for violation. She lifted her feet up off the foot of the bed. She drew back her knees and got herself in a position where she could squeeze at the sides of his slim yet powerful hips with the insides of her thighs.
Then the tip of his cock reached the magic spot.
Marlene let out a loud scream of pleasure and trembled. Her face was once again as red as a beet. She tossed her head front side to side her long black hair falling in strands across her pretty features. She blustered her lips to blow a few hairs out of her mouth as she felt the ripping pleasure moving up and down her spine like bolts of sexual lightning.
"Oh God, Bernard, make me… make me COME!" she screamed and the man hammered down with his hips.
He drove the entire length of his prick into her.
She could feel her inner pussy walls being stretched both length-wise and width-wise by that humongous tool of masculinity. She screamed again.
"CO-CO-COMING!" she called out, and she closed her eyes, her lips pulling back very tight over her straight white teeth.
He could feel her inner cunt lips gripping at the base of his cock.
She could feel his glans lodged in her inner belly, touching her in a spot that she didn't even know could be reached from the outside. Her orgasm was shorter and sharper than the ones she received through direct clitoral stimulus.
But the best thing about it was that she could tell it would be only the first of many that would follow during the course of the fuck.
Bernard could feel the entire length of his prick being squeezed blissfully by her talented cunt muscles.
Her pussy felt as if it were filled with magic fingers, all put there especially to give him pleasure. Marlene thought that he was going to start his savage fucking motion right away, just like the many jocks she had balled.
The man continued to grind downward with his hips, moving his hips from side to side, their loins pressed firmly together. He stretched at the walls of her inner pussy in every possible direction with his ever-moving lance. Then he began to pull out, and he could feel the magic fingers inside her tugging at the withdrawing shaft.
"So tight, so fucking tight," Bernard said in a strained voice, his throat muscles tensed with his passion.
Marlene pointed her toes at the comers of the living room ceiling, making a vee-shape with her shapely gams. She placed her arms across the tops of his shoulders and began to lightly stroke at his back. She used her fingertips at first, and then switched to her long red fingernails, scratching at him. She could feel his finely toned back muscles rippling and she made sounds like an alley cat in heat. She sounded like a jungle beast as she drew downward with her own hips' until only the head of his cock remained between her inner cunt lips.
Then he plunged down, she thrust up, and their loins slapped together loudly, their pubies intertwining.
The entire length of his prick went into her cunt at once and she could hear herself making a sloppy wet sucking noises, as ten inches of rigid manhood made its way though her tight, soaking wet, yielding poontang flesh.
Marlene's eyes went wide open, so far that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils. The little girl could tell that he wouldn't have to do that too many more times before she would come again.
The man began to fuck her slow and steady, being sure to use the entire length of his prick with each stroke. He steadily increased the pace of the fuck letting out sharp grunts with each downward thrust of his hips. Once again the muscles in his buttocks were tight.
The cheeks of Bernard's ass were tightly pressed together.
Marlene felt as if his cock were finding her deepest core. She felt as if she were being impaled by his thick lampoon.
It really did feel as if his prick were going out her back and in to the bed, pinning her down.
And she loved every thrust and little more than the one that came before it. She reached peaks of sexual pleasure that she had never before known.
The man was just as talented with his cock as he was with his tongue.
But Marlene had had faith in him from the word go. She wouldn't have come over unless she knew the risk would be worth taking. And it was worth it, she thought. Oh yes, it was definitely worth it. There could be no doubt about that. She had her second orgasm which made the little sparks appear on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids. This was followed by her third which made the cunt juices gush out of her hole, looking a little foamy. She was in total bliss and she could think of nothing but how bonkers her entire nervous system was going.
The man fucked her hard and fast and she could feel her orgasms getting closer and closer together.
After a time it felt as if she were having one continuous orgasm.
It was splendid. She realized that brand new doors were being opened for her sexually at the moment.
She felt as if she were being sent into another dimension – into the Twilight Zone -she had no perception of time nor space.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Marlene screamed. "HARDER!"
The little girl was thrashing about, out of her head with joy.
The man moved his hands to Marlene's slim shoulders. He used his weight to keep her relatively still. He was afraid she would pull a muscle and hurt herself if she continued to buck around spastically.
Then Bernard could feel the tickle returning to the base of his cock and he knew that he was in the home stretch of the fuck.
He gave it once last kick and moved his hips so fast that they appeared to be a blur. Marlene clung to him as tightly as she could with both her arms and her legs, trembling with her breasts pressed flat against his chest. He fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he screamed out like a wounded animal and thrust his cock all the way inside her.
She could feel the entire length of his cock convulse. This triggered one last spectacular orgasm in her pussy.
She was pleased that the two of them were going to come at the same time.
In her entire sexual career, this was the first time that had ever happened.
"Come inside! Come inside!" Marlene screamed.
She could feel her inner lips wrapped about his cock's base. She could feel her inner cunt being bathed with his hot come.
They screamed out together, sharing the moment of bliss.
She felt as if there were only one orgasm, and the two of them were sharing it equally.
They had merged into a single sexual being – a blessed union – obviously the work of fate.
He fell limp on top of her and they shared a single afterglow.
Michele had almost reached Aunt Helen's house when an old white Thunderbird convertible pulled up on the shoulder beside her.
The driver was MacIntyre Symms, the captain of the football team.
Even though it was still summer vacation for most of the kids, the football team had already started to practice. He was wearing his numbered jersey and a pair of shorts. On the bucket shotgun seat was his navy blue gym bag. His blonde hair had been mussed by the wind, but Michele didn't care.
She thought that he was very good looking even when he was all sweaty and dirty right after he got off the playing field. This didn't mean that she was pleased he had stopped. She thought of him as the sort of guy Marlene would go out with.
He was loud crude, and threw up at parties after mixing beer and whiskey.
She thought that he was going to mock her or something. Michele concentrated on placing an irritated expression on her face.
She cocked her hip to one side and placed a tense fist against her waist. She tilted her head to one side and gave him an un-amused stare.
But he was smiling friendly, not mocking, and he seemed genuinely pleased to see her, although she couldn't imagine why.
"Hi, Shelley!" MacIntyre said. "What are you doing here?"
"Staying at my Aunt Helen's for awhile She's old."
"Want to go for a ride?" MacIntyre asked. He reached over to throw his gym bag behind his seat. He patted his palm on the emptied bucket as an invitation.
Michele was feeling very horny all of a sudden and she cursed herself.
Sometimes having weak flesh could be a real pain in the ass.
"I don't think so. Thanks. I gotta take care of my aunt."
"Come on, just one spin around town. You don't like my car?"
"I think your car is very nice, MacIntyre. I just have stuff I gotta do."
"Climb in. I'll only keep you a second," he said.
"Do you promise, MacIntyre Symms?" She sounded maternal.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he said, crossing his fingers along with his heart, making Michele giggle.
"Oh, okay," Michele said and walked around the front of the car.
MacIntyre leaned across to open the door for her and she climbed in.
The little girl really didn't want to see her Aunt Helen.
Listening to the old bag cough up green shit was not her idea of a good time.
MacIntyre drove aimlessly, at least so Michele thought, and soon they were on the straight country roads south of West Rushdale.
A lot of the roads were infrequently used, flat and straight.
This is where the boys took their wheels to see what they could do.
MacIntyre floored his sleek white machine and took her to ninety in seconds.
Part of Michele wanted to tell the boy he was acting like a fool.
But part of her was thrilled by the speed, and she could feel temptation over-coming her rapidly. "WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Michele screamed.
The wind whistled through her ears and she felt like sticking her face over the side of the car just to feel the intense air-pressure.
"Evergreen Hill," MacIntyre said, turning up one corner of his mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement.
Michele knew that there were only two reasons to go there.
If you were a bunch of guys you went there to drink and smoke pot.
If you were a guy and a girl you went there to fuck.
"I don't think so, MacIntyre. I think you had better take me back," Michele said, leaning over to get her mouth closer to his ear.
"I just want to talk to you," MacIntyre said. "Seriously. There have been things I've wanted to say to you for a long time."
"Why can't you tell me now?" Michele asked.
"I want to say them, not scream them" he said.
"Surely we could have talked before this. Someplace, uh, a little less suggestive," Michele said.
"I was scared. I guess I have to keep up my image as a beast when the guys are around, you know what I mean?"
It had never occurred to Michele that there might be another side of MacIntyre.
She softened with this and stopped resisting. She knew that he was going to try and kiss her sooner or later.
It just wasn't fair. Why did these things have to happen when she was horny?
The answer was simple. Michele Shakey was always horny.
MacIntyre slowed the car down gradually until he was crawling along.
He turned right down a dirt road that disappeared into a thick pine woods before starting to ascend.
Michele had never actually been to Evergreen Hill, but she had heard a lot about it from her friends.
From what she gathered a perfectly beautiful natural site had been littered with used condoms and empty beer bottles.
By the time MacIntyre got to the top of the hill, to the little clearing where the teenagers parked, Michele had changed her tune.
There was not the strewn ugliness she had anticipated.
In fact she thought that she had been taken to Heaven.
She could see all of the surrounding county, even the tallest building north in Rochester. It was awesome.
She lifted her butt off the bucket seat with her straight arms so she could get a better view.
"This is nice!" Michele exclaimed enthusiastically.
"You mean you've never been here before?" MacIntyre was astonished by this news but stopped short of a mocking tone that wanted to gurgle up into his throat.
MacIntyre thought that Michele was the hottest chick in all of West Rushdale High School, and he wasn't about to botch things once he had gotten them this far.
"Nope," Michele said, not feeling nearly as embarrassed as she thought she would at the confession.
"Well, there you go," MacIntyre said, slapping his knee. "That fits right in to what I want to say."
He looked at her huge firm tits pressing against her tee-shirt and he felt like drooling all over them.
He could see that her nipples were erect, and wondered if that meant she was horny.
"Tell me all about it," Michele said. She looked right into his eyes. She could feel her face turning red. She was flirting with him. Michele couldn't remember actually ever flirting with a guy before.
She could handle being called a good y-goody.
But Michele had never had any intention of being a prick-tease.
She knew that.
She was getting into dangerous territory.
"You are a very pretty girl…" MacIntyre began.
"Thank you," Michele interrupted.
They both smiled nervously.
"But it never seems like you have any fun. This is really hard for me to say," MacIntyre faltered.
"No, please don't be shy. I'm interested in what you guys think of me."
"Michele, I'm not telling you what the guys think of you, I'm talking about what I think of you," he said sternly.
"Sorry," Michele said meekly. She looked away from him for a moment, at the late afternoon sky. There were no clouds in it.
He was saying the right things. Things that a mature man would say.
She knew that her willpower was in deep trouble.
"I think that you are scared to have a good time," he said. He sighed, glad that he had gotten it off his chest.
"I agree," Michele said. He looked at her funny, like she had suddenly sprouted a second head or something.
"You do?"
"Sure."
"Why are you afraid?"
"I think I'm afraid of growing up," Michele said. She thought about keeping her words simple, so she would not confuse the jock.
But then she realized that he seemed a lot smarter when he was alone than he did when he was hanging out with his friends.
"There is something very secure about being a little girl. I remember sitting on my Daddy's lap when I was little and I felt like I didn't have a care in the world. Now things are kind of scary and I'm in a position to make decisions that can affect the rest of my life."
"But what does that have to do with fun?" MacIntyre asked.
"You don't understand," she said looking at her hands, which were folded lady-like in her lap. Michele was wearing a pair of beat-up old blue jeans with equally faded denim patched sewn to each of the knees.
"I do understand. Every body is afraid of growing up. But that doesn't mean that we hide in our bedrooms and read books. I know that you don't want to drink beer and throw up like the football players. I don't think that I'm nearly as dumb as you think I am. And I know that you don't want to whore around and be called a tramp behind your back. That has nothing to do with it. You are too afraid to even kiss me!"
"Am not," Michele said, and she could feel her lips tingling.
MacIntyre looked at her astonished, and then his face broke into a grin.
"No time to start having fun like the present," Michele said. She parted her lips and felt the ache in her pussy growing as she saw the boy's handsome face moving closer to hers.
"I don't go all the way on the first date" Michele said.
"Are you going to make me limp home?" Macintyre asked.
Michele realized that it would be cruel to get him all worked up and then not relieve his ache. She could handle being cruel to herself better than she could handle being cruel to MacIntyre.
"I'd make it worth your while," Michele said sexily. She simply loved the sound of her voice. It was the first time she had ever sounded throaty and wanton when talking to a boy.
They kissed with their tongues and Michele could feel his hand moving to her large right tit.
Her natural instinct was to grab his wrist, but she didn't.
MacIntyre could feel her jerk a little as she felt him get bold.
But she relaxed once again as he got his palm on her boob, fondling the flesh, making her pussy turn to molten jelly.
She wondered if she would ever be able to stop him. Michele knew that things had already gotten au t of control.
She figured that the boy would be telling all of his friends what happened in intimate detail the next day.
She burned with her weakness, but moaned as she felt his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, making her shiver with passion.
The only thing she could do was end his passion. If she made him come quickly she would be able to keep her own desires manageable.
She placed her hand on the crotch of his tight jeans and felt the big bulge there.
She rubbed at it with her palm and loved the little whimpering sounds MacIntyre made in his throat.
She couldn't believe that this big tough jock was making those tiny sounds.
He sounded so vulnerable. So lovable. She caught herself.
She knew that it would be easy to take off her clothes and let him give her thrilling sensations that she had never before known.
"Take down your pants," she said when the kiss was over. "I want to kiss you down there too."
She could feel her mouth watering at the thought of sucking his cock.
She could feel the crotch of her white cotton panties getting all wet from her pussy secretions.
She could feel the material uncomfortably crawling up both between the cheeks of her ass and the outer lips of her boiling honey pot.
The boy quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt.
He lifted his ass off the seat and pulled his pants and his underwear down at the same time, not stopping until they were both wrapped around his ankles.
He pointed his knees in opposite directions, his boner sticking straight up in the air from his lap.
"I've never seen one before," Michele said. Her eyes were wide and she had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed.
Her jaw insisted on sagging with her astonishment.
She just loved the way his erect phallus looked, long thick and purple. She could see it throbbing and she swallowed deliberately, licking her tingling lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
"Can I touch it?" Michele asked, never taking her eyes off of it.
She could see his balls dangling over the edge of the seat, and she could feel fresh goose bumps forming.
The boy picked a little at her nipples through her tee-shirt, and Michele moaned before begging him to stop.
"You are afraid of getting hot," he said. She tentatively touched his piss hole with the tip of her right forefinger.
"Please don't, MacIntyre. I'll give you pleasure. Don't worry about me. I'll do enough worrying about me for both of us."
He placed his hands on top of her head and caressed her cropped chestnut colored hair affectionately.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid her palm up and down slowly and lightly.
She had heard all about blow-jobs and hand-jobs from other girls who had wanted to 'save their virginity.
But most of those stories were on the old side. Michele's girlfriends had all gotten laid since. She was the last remaining virgin in her gang.
Michele supposed that you had to get to the real dogs to find another cherry in her high school class.
Michele moved her right hand to his balls and got them in her cupped palm.
This made the boy's whole body stiffen and she continued caressing his prick with her left hand.
The little girl lowered her head, glad that he wasn't pressing with his hands, and puckered her lips.
She had expected him to smell bad down there, but found that his cock and balls smelled of soap. Then she remembered that he had showered after practice before picking her up.
It had been a long time since Michele had given any thought to her obligation to Aunt Helen.
The little girl was living foot-loose and fancy-free, at least for her, and she fully intended to do it without conscience.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his cock.
She used the flat part of her tongue, starting at the base and licking to the tip.
Soon his entire penis was wet and shiny from her tongue bath.
"Suck it, Michele. Please," he said. He sounded so sweet.
He needed her, and there was no way she could turn down the request.
She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head.
She squeezed his balls at the same time and could feel him stiffen and tremble.
She didn't want the come to spurt into her mouth, fearing that it would make her gag and vomit.
She sucked his cock noisily, drawing in her smooth fair cheeks, until he lifted his ass off the seat.
She could hear him crying out and she could feel his cock head start to spasm against her lips and gums.
She flicked her tongue back and forth across his swollen purple glans as she sucked him, pulling away just as he climaxed.
She grabbed the base of his cock with her right hand and pumped it hard, the tip still pointing at her pretty, though reddened face.
His piss hole puked his thick white fuck juice, spewing it into her face.
He screamed with pleasure and Michele could feel the sticky semen spilling over her right hand as she jacked him off.