Paul Forbes wasn't the brightest kid in the world, Kelly thought, eyeing him from across the kitchen table. But he sure was big. He leaned against the refrigerator, all six-feet-four of him, and chugged down the last of a glass of milk he'd been drinking. Then he absentmindedly balanced his glass on the kitchen counter, so close to the edge it was sure to fall off any minute.
He watched Kelly dully, like a small boy who wasn't used to having girls around the house. He seemed about to say something, frowned as if he'd lost the thought as soon as it entered his head, then settled back against the refrigerator with his arms folded across his brawny chest. He sighed softly.
Not the world's best conversationalist either, Kelly thought, smiling to herself. Mrs. Forbes had talked to her about her oldest son before she and Mr. Forbes had left for the evening. He was a sweet and pleasant fellow, she told Kelly, but a bit slow and clumsy. Not the kind she could leave in charge of her two youngest boys while she and her husband had a rare evening out.
"He probably won't bother you," Mrs. Forbes told her. "He likes to go visit his friend Stan down the block in the evenings. But if he decides to stay around, just pretend he's not there. He's very quiet. You won't know he's around."
That wasn't really true. It was impossible to ignore Paul because of his sheer size. He was probably around Kelly's age, certainly not much younger, but he towered over her. Whenever she tried to leave a room, he always seemed to be blocking the doorway, his huge muscles and chest bulging. And that wasn't all, she noticed after a while. His crotch was bulging also, as if he had some huge growth in his pants.
"How come I never see you in school, Paul?" she asked, getting up from the table and setting the unsteady glass in the sink. "Your mother said you go to Franklin High."
"I… I flunked a couple of grades. You're probably way ahead of me," he said. His eyes drifted up and down her body as she stepped across the room.
She made a move toward the living room, but she had to get by Paul first, and he showed no signs of letting her by. He just watched her blankly, his arms still folded on his chest. He wasn't blocking her way on purpose. It just didn't seem to occur to him to move.
Finally she wriggled by, not without brushing his cock-bulge with her hip, and she settled on the sofa and tried to decide if she wanted to watch TV. He followed her dumbly, like a pet dog, and flopped into an armchair opposite the couch. He spread his huge thighs and the outline of his prick was very noticeable again.
She found herself staring at him, rather than the TV set. And vague stories came to mind that she'd heard giggled in the girls' locker room at school. About Paul Forbes being dumb, but having the biggest cock in the entire county. She didn't see how anyone could possibly know such a thing. As far as she knew, Paul never even went out with girls. But she couldn't help but wonder.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Paul?" she asked. Without thinking, she was spreading her thighs, sinking deeper into the plush couch. He really was quite attractive, she thought. A brainless jock type, but sexy.
"No," he snapped, blushing. "I'm not interested in that stuff." He had both huge hairy arms resting on the chair, his hands hooked over the edge.
"Don't you like girls?" she purred. She slid her hands down to her knees and pulled her calf-length summer skirt an inch or so higher. She wore no hose and her pretty legs were brown and glowing.
He didn't answer, but his eyes were glued to her legs. Smiling slightly, she was hauling her pretty flowered skirt inch by inch up her legs. She wasn't sure why, but the notion of teasing him was suddenly too hard to resist. She slipped the skirt up over her knees.
"Some boys go through a stage when they can't stand girls," she went on matter-of-factly. "They can't even stand to be in the same room with them."
The skirt had reached mid-thigh, and she knew Paul could see the tiny white triangle of her bikini panties. She paused a second, spread her thighs some more, let him get a good look. Then she completed the job, lifting the skirt so high even her navel was visible. The tiny slip of cloth covering her pussy was held up by two flimsy strings of lace across her hips.
"And you may not believe this, but some boys don't even get excited when they watch a girl undress. It's all the same to them."
She left her skirt bunched up across her stomach and began to unbutton her tight blouse. The lush globes of her fine young tits peeked into view as her cleavage grew deeper. Soon he could see the front strap of her lacy bra across her rib cage. She smiled at him teasingly the whole time.
"Some guys aren't interested in tits at all," she went on, and with a quick movement of her fingers she unhooked a clasp between her tits and let her white bra fall open.
At first he couldn't see her nipples, but she sat up straighter, shook herself from mile to side, made sure her tits were free of the flimsy lace bra. First one, then another nut colored nipple poked around her blouse at him. They looked stiff and sore already, like someone had been sucking her tits recently.
"What do you think, Paul?" she murmured, making her eyes very big and round and innocent. "Don't you think my tits are nice? I'll be very upset if you don't think so."
He didn't speak. He was glaring at her luscious young tits, his tongue lolling out one side of his mouth. She was undraping the two halves of her blouse from her chest now, so that he had a clear and unobstructed view of her tits. She thrust out her tits proudly, and the nipples stood out rigidly.
"What about twat?" she wondered. "The sight of a sweet young tit leaves some guys absolutely cold."
Her fingers found the edge of her pretty lace panties, and she tugged them aside so that her hairy blonde pussy mound burst into view. She jerked her crotch and heaved her bare cunt at him. Beneath all the hair, the lips of her cunt split and winked, showing a slice of delicious pink. She pried her cunt open wide with her fingertips and showed him even more.
She found herself breathing heavily, caught up in the cock-teasing game she was playing. Paul seemed fascinated by what was going on, but didn't make any move toward her. Even when she undid the string of lace at her hip and let her panties fall down off her hairlined cunt. Folds, of ragged pink cunt flesh were now oozing out her pussy hole.
"Paul, don't you want to…?" she began. But suddenly she gave up.
She lunged across the room toward him and fell to her knees between his sprawled legs. Her fingers fumbled for his fly and she zipped it down quickly. She dug for his cock with her hand and pulled it free of his pants and shorts.
The youth didn't say a word. He didn't even lift his ass to help her free his pants from under him. She had to tell him. All he did was stare down at her as she pumped his prick in her hand. He didn't resist. He didn't panic. But he didn't help her, either. He let her do all the work.
"God, it's huge! Your cock's a monster!" she crooned, eyeing his prick admiringly. "No wonder all the girls talk about you!"
She hefted his gigantic cock in her palm, studied the ugly purple veins in its side. His prick was fully nine inches long, and it was still partly soft. The cockhead was bigger than a golf ball. She jacked his cock up and down several times, testing the weight and girth of it. Then she lowered her face and sucked his prick into her lush mouth.
"Nnnnnnnn," Paul grunted, his first sound in some time. He sank lower in his chair and gripped the arms more tightly.
Kelly slid four or five inches of hardening cock into her mouth and began to suck, curling her tongue about the head and shaft of his prick and folding her lush lips back and forth. Dirty wet sounds rose up from his lap. Her cheeks swelled out with the thick bulk inside. Her fingers circled the lower part of the cock and jerked up and down expertly.
Then she seemed to have a thought. "I could suck your cock better on a bed, if you were undressed," she said. Her eyes searched his for some response.
When he still didn't say anything, she stood up, still clutching his cock, and hauled him upright. His pants fell around his ankles, and she led him slowly, so that he wouldn't fall, down the hall, using his cock like a leash. He followed her without a word, holding his shirt up over his belly.
Mrs. Forbes had given Kelly a tour of the house when she arrived, and Kelly had no trouble finding Paul's bedroom. She led him into it and forced him back onto the bed, pausing a moment to unravel his pants and shorts from around his feet and toss them across the room. Then she climbed onto the bed with him and lowered her face to his cock once again.
"I've never sucked such a huge cock before," she admitted. "I'm not even sure I can handle the whole thing."
She licked up the long cockshaft two or three times, curled her tongue lovingly around the swollen cockhead, then sank her pretty painted mouth down onto the thick fuck pole. She sucked in three, four, five inches of prick, and paused to rest with her cheeks bulging. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air.
Six, seven, eight inches of cock vanished into Kelly's mouth. Her fingers played with his balls and tickled the lower part of the huge cockshaft. The cock had thickened in the past few minutes, and it stretched her mouth to the limits and made her lips sore. Her eyes bulged with the effort.
With a final lunge, Kelly sucked in the last couple of inches of cock. The prickshaft curved over her tongue and clogged her throat and the cockhead fucked into her tight throat. Her face was bloated with cock. Her cheeks were ballooned out lewdly, and she was snorting as if she'd been running.
She could only hold that much cock in her mouth for a few seconds. She felt as though she was about to choke. And so she backed off, rose up till only the cocklhead and maybe four inches of cockmeat were embedded in her mouth. And she started plunging up and down on this upper portion of his prickshaft, fucking her face an his cock. Below, her fist jerked him off.
Paul lay on his bed quite passively, glaring down at the top of her head, letting her do all the work. Her blonde head bobbed up and down rapidly, and her mouth slid expertly along his prick. And all the while, her fingers pumped his lower cock or squeezed and milked his swollen balls.
But suddenly she stopped sucking him, took her mouth off his cock again. She changed position, started clambering up onto her feet so that she could straddle him. Her blouse and bra hung open around her shoulders, letting her tits sway and jiggle pleasantly. She scooped up her skirt in one hand and bunched it up at her navel, clear of her haunches.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Paul," she muttered, her voice hoarse. "I need that huge horse-cock inside me real bad."
She was hunkering down, bending her legs, one hand holding her dress to her middle, the other untying the string that held her panties on. The flimsy panties slipped off her cunt and down one thigh. She reached for his cock and held it upright as she sank lower and lower.
"I want your cock. I need your cock," she was mumbling.
Her blonde head dipped as she tried to study her progress. Her bent legs were cranked wide and her pussy was gaping. Her fingers circled his huge pulsing cock.
The great purple head of his prick pressed between her pulpy cunt lips, she adjusted slightly, squirmed her crotch around, then let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as she sank her full weight down and let his thick cock fuck its way up into her pussy. It felt like a huge steel bar drilling into into her guts.
Paul watched inch after inch of his cock fuck into her meaty cunt. At first she guided his prick with her fingers, but soon she could let go and he had a perfect view as a third, a half, then more of his cock disappeared into her pussy. Her eyes roled back and her head tilted up as the final few inches of cock fucked into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh fuck! Ohhhhhh what a huge cock!" she drooled. As she leaned back, her big tits tilted upwards too, and the hard nipples pointed to the ceiling.
The last of his cock fucked inside her cunt, and she sat on him a moment, quite still, her eyes closed, as if she wanted to remember this moment for a long time. His huge cock twitched and trembled inside her pussy, waiting. The cockhead felt as if it were lodged up in her chest somewhere.
She arched her body low over his chest and began fucking up and dawn on his prick, her tits grazing his skin. Her corkscrew hair fell about her face and half hid it from him, but he could see that her tongue lolled out from the corner of her mouth and her eyelids were droopy.
"Obhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she mowed, half crazy with pleasure. Her legs were jack-knifed on either side of him and she supported herself by planting her palms on his shoulders. She fucked lazily up and down.
Paul began to jerk too. He wasn't fucking her back, exactly, but he was thrusting his ass up off the bed once in a while, jamming his cock deep inside her pussy. His balls jiggled and squished between his thighs. He reached up and palmed her swinging tits.
"Ohhhh fuck, I'm coming! Ohhh fuck!" Kelly whimpered, as if it were the last thing she wanted. She began fucking him with crazy erratic movements, lifting her cunt up high on his cock then plunging down on it to mesh her crotch hair with his. Squishing noises rose up from her cock-filled cunt.
Her cunt was sucking and nipping at his prick like a hot mouth. Juices were seeping from deep inside her pussy and bathing his cock and balls with hot slime. She bounced up and down on his prick like a wild thing and speeded up her rhythm. She whimpered and moaned, as if upset and about to cry.
Poor Paul couldn't stand any more. His cock twitched inside her pussy and belched out a hot stream of spunk that seemed to fill her cunt guts. She was fucking him so wildly, there was nothing he could do to stop it. The cum shot out of his cock in jets and clogged her fuck hole in an instant.
"You're coming too! I can feel it!" she groaned.
Her blonde hair was whipping in the air as she fucked up and down on the boy's big prick.
Another sizzling jet of jizz splattered Kelly's insides, and another. And now Paul was writhing too. He pulled down, she rose up and before either of them knew it his cock had slipped from her gaping, cum-oozing cunt – and lodged itself in the deep crack of her ass. She sat back down on him, but now his cock was behind her and her wet pussy was empty.
His prick lay glistening in the groove between her lovely ass cheeks. His cock trembled, pulsed, and shot a huge streamer of silver spunk right up her back. The cum jetted up her spine and between her shoulderblades, soiling her blouse. Milky jism dribbled back down in several smaller streamers, decorating her haunches.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. It was hard to tell if she had even noticed that she no longer had his prick inside her pussy. She still humped up and down as if she couldn't stop.
His cock spat another jet of white cum up over the small of her back. This one sliced across the other pearly ribbon at an angle, like paint on a canvas. Then the cum drooled back the way it had come and slithered into the crack of her ass under his cock. His cum gleamed on her skin like mercury as it dribbled down over her ass cheeks lewdly.
"Ohhhhhh!" Kelly moaned one more time.
Then she was reaching back, searching out his cock with her hand. She curled her fingers around his thick prick, lifted up, and stuffed his fucker back inside her pussy with one fluid motion. She continued fucking him, bouncing her lovely young body up and down and letting his cock spurt jet after jet of steaming cum into her pussy.
She leaned down and rubbed her tits in Paul's face, and cum from her well-fucked cunt drooled onto his balls.