"No, Bobby, I shouldn't!" Connie protested. She slipped down deep against the plush leather car seat and grabbed Bob Redmond's wrist. His hand massaged her swollen tit through her T-shirt.
"What's the matter?" he soothed. "Relax. What's wrong with you?"
Connie groaned as he crushed her down onto the seat, his mouth nipping at her neck. His thumb had found the stiff stub of her nipple and he was tweaking it expertly. She could feel her resistance slipping. She could sense the wetness seeping down between her pussy lips.
"You know I care about you. You know that," Bob went on, sucking at her neck. "It's not like I'm a stranger or something."
"I know. But I shouldn't. I just know its not right," Connie insisted. She stared up at the roof of the car and breathed deeply. She had to resist. She had to! Anything that felt this good couldn't be proper.
Up until tonight, Connie had always been able to stop him in time, before he became too excited. She'd let him feel her once in a while through her clothes, but had never let him undress her. Now he seemed more turned on than he'd ever been. He was pressing her more strongly. Already, his hand had left her tit, and his fingers burrowed under the bottom of her T-shirt.
"Bobby!" she moaned, still clinging to his writs. "Please, Bobby, don't!"
She lay almost flat in the reclining seat with his weight pressing on top of her. She was helpless, she realized. He was growing too excited to control. Connie clutched his wrist tightly, but it didn't slow him down. His hand stroked up over her warm flat belly, then molded over the plush mound of her lovely tit.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she panted. So much for her idea of not wearing a bra tonight. She thought she'd do it as an experiment, to see what it felt like. Never before had she gone braless. Now look what had happened.
The sight of her lush tits rolling and joggling all evening had been too much for poor Bobby. As the evening grew cooler, she'd noticed, much to her embarrassment, that her nipples had stiffened. By the time they'd gotten back to the car, her thick tit tips stuck up more than half an inch off their puffy pink circles.
"Shit, your nipples are so hard!" he croaked, as if reading her mind. "And so long! God, I've never seen anything like them!"
By now, he had hauled her T-shirt up over her golden belly and onto her chest, so that one tit was fully exposed. He wrestled the shirt up higher, and her other tit rolled to freedom. She was now as good as naked from the waist up for him, and he paused to examine the results of his efforts.
Connie's tits were truly amazing. She was a small girl, slender in the hips and thighs, but her tits were mature and full, oozing out from her chest like two wine sacs that had been filled too full. They were strikingly tanned and ripe-looking, except for the pale undersides.
And then there were the nipples. Being so heavy, her tits hung on her chest impressively enough. But the lower swells curved up into plump, juicy circles of puffy red areolas. And on top of these grew two thick, swollen stubs of even darker skin that jutted starkly outward. When relaxed, her nut-colored nipples stood up nearly half an inch. When aroused, they soared into nearly inch-long poles.
"Jesus Christ," Bobby crooned, staring at her. Her tits rolled and separated slightly on her chest, and her nipples pointed to the roof of the car.
Her golden belly rippled prettily and her navel puckered at him. Then, as if by remote control, the stud holding the tops of her jeans together popped loudly. The jeans were so tight that the zipper slithered halfway open without being touched. A sliver of her lacy bikini panties was suddenly visible. Curling slyly over the top of the ice-blue panties was a big tuft of pale blonde pubic hairs.
If Connie noticed anything, she didn't let on. She had closed her eyes and had her glossy red lips open slightly. Her blonde corkscrew curls fluffed prettily about her perfect face. She was breathing heavily, but evenly. Her fingers were still curled around Bobby's wrist. She might have been asleep.
"I don't believe your body, honey," Bobby praised. "Why have you been hiding it so long?"
Bobby gazed at an obscenely erect nipple jutting inches from his face, and he could resist no longer. He sank his mouth down on her long tit tip, sucking it in hungrily. His free hand stroked up and down her flat belly, then slipped under the tight elastic of her panties to explore through her thick, blonde pussy hair.
Connie sighed. Ta his amazement, she didn't resist him. She no longer said a word. He drew her nipple deep into his mouth, strumming her tit tip with his tongue. Her nipple was as hard as stone and hot enough to burn. His fingers dug through her pubic hair until he found the warm, wet lips of her cunt. He separated her pussy lips with two fingers and thrust a third finger inside.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" She shivered. Her hand relaxed its grip on his wrist. Her free arm curled around his shoulders and held him tenderly. "I've never done this before. Not with anyone. You do believe me, don't you, Bobby?"
Bobby continued sucking her swollen nipple. It was hot and hard as a sunbaked pebble in his mouth. His lips spread wider on her tit, until he had covered the nubby, puffy areola surrounding her nipple. Then his mouth widened, and he sucked in even more tit-flesh. He made loud, wet noises on the cone of her tit.
"I'm not like that," she went on in a small voice. "You do believe me, don't you?"
Bobby lifted his mouth off her tit. Her nipple jutted high off its circle of red flesh and glistened wetly. "Of course, I believe you. I know what kind of girl you are."
He began kissing and licking his way across to her other tit, making her cleavage shine with spit as he went. He poked his finger in and out of her slick fuck-hole. Warm, wet juice was seeping down her cunt walls and greasing his hand.
"I mean, I know I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, slipping even lower into the car seat. "I shouldn't be letting you…"
"Finger-fuck you?" Bobby finished for her.
He had licked up the domed side of her other tit, and he was now staring at her hopelessly erect prong of nipple. His mouth watered, and he began to flick it with his tongue.
Connie flushed at the term he used. Fingerfuck. She'd never heard him use a dirty word before. But this was a fine time to be getting embarrassed, with him sucking on her swollen nipples and ramming his finger back and forth in her wet pussy. She tightened the grip of her arm around his shoulder.
"Have you done this with many girls?" she wondered.
Bobby didn't answer. He was too busy sucking. The boy had slipped a second finger up her cunt, and he was moving his hand back and forth more quickly. Her pretty ice-blue panties were stretched over his exploring hand and, along with her jeans, they had begun to slip off her curved hips to reveal more and more of her blonde pussy.
"You must think I'm real easy," she continued, a catch in her voice now as he pumped his two fingers in and out of her. "I bet you think I'm a real slut."
Bobby wasn't listening. All he was aware of was her stiff nipple, her oozing cunt, and the sudden throbbing of his cock in his jeans. He let her nipple slip from his lips, and it stuck up into the air like a varnished thumb. He gazed down the length of her gorgeous teenaged body and stopped the motion of his hand in her pants.
Her panties and jeans had now slipped off her hips altogether, and they were stretched taut across the tops of her brown thighs. Her legs had spread and her cuntlips were wide open, wrapped lovingly around his digging fingers. Her T-shirt was pulled in an untidy roll across her upper chest, not covering her tits at all.
"I wanna pull your panties down farther," he said calmly. "I wanna see all of that beautiful, hairy cunt of yours."
Again, Connie blushed at the sound of the dirty word, and she heard herself saying automatically: "No, Bobby, please. I shouldn't let you. No, Bobby!"
And all the time she was protesting, she was gazing at him with lust in her eyes, lifting her ass obligingly while he used his free hand to inch her pants farther down her legs. He kept his fingers embedded in her cunt and wriggled them about to keep her boiling. He soon had her jeans down below her knees. The ice-blue panties stretched between her legs like a taut cotton rope.
"What a juicy cunt," he muttered, staring at his greasy fingers. "What a hot, wet pussy!"
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she whimpered. She gazed down between her scissored legs and was shocked to see herself so naked, her hairy pussy on display, his hand wriggling in her crotch.
"Here," he urged suddenly, thrusting his hips at her. "Unzip me and take out my cock."
Connie stared at him dazedly. "Your cock?"
"Yeah. Take it out. Play with it. I'm going crazy."
He lunged his crotch at her again, and she stared at it stupidly, her eyes wide and empty. She didn't move. Her chest heaved, and her wet, raw nipples gleamed. The lush sides of her tits glowed with his saliva. Naked from chest to knees, she looked like some luscious magazine foldout. Only the smooth youthfulness of her face gave away her age.
"Come on, for fuck's sake!" he wheezed, his voice much harsher. "My balls are on fire. Take out my cock and give me some relief!"
Connie jumped. She wasn't used to him talking to her like this. The girl reached out shyly, and she undid his belt with trembling fingers. Then she took hold of his fly, and she tugged it down slowly. Her eyes widened at the sight of the huge bulge inside his red shorts.
"Pull down my pants! Take out my cock and jerk me off!" he growled. He was obviously becoming impatient with her. But he didn't want to take his fingers out of her soaking cunt. He didn't want to have to help her.
He raised his hips off the car seat, and she started clumsily hauling down his tight jeans. She had to sit up slightly in order to do this and her swollen tits heaved forward slowly. The muscles in her belly rippled beautifully. Finally, she had his pants around his knees.
"And the shorts. Don't forget the fucking shorts," he reminded her. He was watching her carefully for any signs of hesitation. He didn't see any.
Connie stared at the gross swelling in his shorts for a few seconds before proceeding. She couldn't quite believe it. It was as if he had a huge, overgrown banana stuffed in his underwear. First, there was the fat mound of his balls, two swollen eggs that throbbed through the bright red fabric. Then, curving up from these and to the left, was the long shaft of his cock, which already appeared to be close to eight inches long.
"You just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna take it out and jerk on it?" he asked her. His cock was throbbing painfully inside the tight shorts.
Connie reached out her fingers. His prickhead had already begun to lift the elastic waistband of his shorts off his belly, and it was easy for her to slip her fingertips underneath to pull the shorts down. Her eyes widened even more as she watched his great, ugly hunk of cock slide into view.
First came the head, a huge purple ball that shined hotly. There was a slit in his cocktip and this seemed to wink at her as she continued hauling down the shorts. His cockshaft was about the thickness of her wrist and an angry red. Two thick, blue veins wriggled up its side like worms. They throbbed as if they were about to burst.
"It's so big!" she murmured, fascinated by his huge, bloated cock. She had his shorts all the way down now, and she could see the hairy pouch of his trembling balls.
"Well don't just admire it, for fuck's sake. Grab a hold of it. Take it in your hand and pump on it!"
Connie let go of his shorts, and she stroked her hand up his thigh. She cupped his balls shyly, intrigued at the way they shifted and rolled inside their velvet pouch. She squeezed gently, curious about what they felt like. She ran her thumb over each ball in turn, judged its weight and thickness. Tiny hairs tickled her fingers as she played with him.
Then she came to the cock itself, which lay propped up against his lower belly, as if resting. She curled her slender fingers around it, hefting it up, then gave it a friendly squeeze. To her amazement, a thick pearl of clear fluid oozed out his piss slit, rolled, down his cockhead and on down over her, fingers.
"It's leaking!" she gasped her mouth open with amazement. "Your cock's leaking… stuff! What is it? Gee whiz!"
"It's only cock juice. Don't worry about it. You'll see a lot of that before you're through. Pull on my cock. Hold it gently but firmly. Pump it up and down."
"Like this?" she wondered, yanking roughly on his hard-on. Already it seemed to be growing thicker in her fist.
"Whoa! Not so rough. Squeeze it, but pump it real soft. Like that, yeah. You learn fast."
Connie began to shuck his prick up and down in her fist. But then, she paused, changing hands so that she could fondle his balls. She set up a steady rhythm, making his cock squeak and snap wetly. The fingers of her other hand tickled and teased his balls, coaxing them along nicely. She began to get the hang of what she was doing.
"Hey, nice, real nice," he commented lazily, staring down at expert pumping. His cock was growing numb in her fist. His shining red prickhead was growing to the size of a tennis ball.
"Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?" she asked, her eyes wide and shining.
"You're doing fine. It feels great," he croaked. "Only trouble is, if you keep up like this, I'll be shooting my wad too soon."
Shooting his wad? Connie didn't understand. But she didn't spend much time thinking about it. His cock fascinated her. She stared at his prick intently, studying every angle of it, learning all she could. She couldn't get over how the outer skin slid so easily over the solid inner shaft, and how the funny puckered skin at the top peeled back to reveal his gross red cockhead each time she tugged down on it.
And it was still growing in her hand. Connie swore it was. She wouldn't have thought it could get any thicker but, sure enough, as she pulled it, her fingers were forced to adjust their grip on it again and again. It felt so funny, like holding a snake or something. His prick was so warm and strong and powerful. It was ugly as hell, but it was kind of beautiful, too.
"I think you'd better slow up," Bobby wheezed, his voice oddly tense. He'd begun finger-fucking her again while she'd started to get the hang of jerking him off, but now he let his fingers stop inside her again. He stared down anxiously at his blazing cock.
"It's getting bigger! Your cock's still growing!" Connie marveled, not missing a beat in her expert jacking. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"You're not hurting me, no. But you're just a little too good. If you don't slow up real soon, I'm gonna blast my jizz all over your pretty belly."
"Blast your jizz?" Again Connie didn't understand. She glanced from his face to her pumping hand, then back again, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"Yeah. Whoa. Yeah," be groaned.
It had been a long night for Bobby. In fact, it had been a long summer. For weeks now, he'd been trying to get past first base with Connie, only to have her stop him whenever things got interesting. Night after night, he'd gone home with smoldering balls, his cock still leaking in his shorts and throbbing painfully. His only relief had been jerking himself off in the shower.
Tonight, already a couple of weeks into the school year, things had started to happen. She'd gone out with him without wearing a bra, her big tits swinging loose inside her T-shirt, her thick nipples denting the fabric like fingers. And for the very first time, she hadn't stopped him when he tried to undress her to get a look at her fabulous tits. It was a dream come true.
But it also presented problems. He'd had to limp through the evening with his cock in a state of continual semi-hardness. He'd felt it leaking into his shorts after half an hour. And now, with Connie nearly nude, her tits and cunt on mouth-watering display for him, and her jacking on his cock like she'd been doing it all her life, Bobby was supposed to keep his cool. He was supposed to take charge, ease himself into her and give her a fucking she'd never forget.
If he'd been in control, that's what he would have done. But he wasn't. Not any more. Her hand on his cock was just too much. She'd only been jerking on him for a few minutes, but he already felt himself slipping. He felt the heavy sensation in his balls and the numbness in his cock. It was only a matter of seconds, and he'd be a goner. He had to do something, he just had to.
"Connie…" he moaned, slipping his fingers from her cunt and reaching for her jerking hand. He heaved his body up from the seat and half-turned so that he was poised over her reclining form. He meant to grab his cock from her grasp, aim it, and bury it inside her before he came. He might just be in time.
"Bobby, what's the matter?" she asked innocently, as if she had nothing to do with what was happening to him. Her hand shucked his cock evenly and didn't appear about to let him loose.
"Let go, for fuck's sake! Let go of my cock, or I'll spill my load all over you!" He swung one leg over her, and his knee scraped down the far side of her thigh. One hand gripped her shoulder while the other fought desperately to grab his prick.
"Spill your load?" Connie mouthed stupidly. He was almost on all fours over her now, and the full weight of his balls rested on her palm. The thick log of his cock squirmed and writhed in her pumping hand.
"Fuck! Let go, you stupid cunt!" he raved. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
A thick ribbon of silver spunk shot out from Bobby's cocktip. It hung in the air for a split second, then fell splattering across Connie's brown body. The white stream made an audible smack on her skin as it looped itself around one of her tits and snaked across her ribs. Cum shined brightly, in marked contrast to the deep golden tan of her flesh.
"I'm shooting all over you! I'm shooting!" Bobby cried hopelessly, still trying to grapple his cock from her fingers. He lowered himself between her outspread thighs, forcing his hips down so that his cock was within inches of her gaping pussy and his balls dangled in the crook of her ass.
But she wouldn't let him go. It was as if her fingers were welded to his exploding prick. She stared at his cockhead, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But she pumped him still, even when his fingers clawed at hers. And now his prick was propped up between her legs, part of its shaft resting in the thick, blonde bush of her cunt hair. It twitched spasmodically.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Bobby chanted, watching with her as his cock emptied itself.
A long rope of cum shot up into the air, then fell splattering over Connie's other tit. This time, the cream bathed her erect nipple, making it gleam, before spinning off down her tit to her throat. The silver fluid collected in the hollow of her neck.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Bobby repeated. Now he gave up all attempts to retrieve his prick and simply heaved his hips back and forth, forcing it through the cradle of Connie's fingers.
Again and again, his balls slapped up against the throbbing wetness of her empty cuntlips.
Connie couldn't quite believe what was happening. She was getting covered in his cock juice, and there was nothing she could do about it. There was nothing she wanted to do about it. She couldn't have let go of his spitting cock to save her life. She was fascinated by it.
She watched as he drew back yet again, saw his prickhead retreat into the thick bush of her pubic hair. Then his cocktip split again, and another jet of white cum shot up her body, this one dancing across her skin as if shot from a gun. The huge streamer bounced over her lower belly, filling her navel to overflowing, then rode up over her stomach and ribs before diving through the deep valley of her cleavage. His jism drooled on to join the other pools of cum in the hollow of her neck. The silver cum trail divided her nude brown body like the centerline down a road.
"Christ! Oh, no!" Bobby wailed, shocked at what he was doing to his pretty young girlfriend. He hooked his hands in back of both her knees, forcing her legs to bend doubled. She had her thighs spread wide and her feet against the car roof. And, still, she pulled on his cock.
"So much stuff! So much!" she whispered, her first words in some time. "It's just pouring out of you."
Great strings of cum oozed out of his cock and drooled down over her fingers. It gathered like cobwebs in her soggy cunt hair. He pulled back a little so that he could watch the silver jism wriggle and drip down over her wide open gash of pink pussy flesh. He liked the idea that his cum was dripping from the soggy folds of her cunt. Her hand pumped more slowly, milking up the final dregs of steaming jism.
He stared down at her cum-spattered body, fascinated. She was drenched in jizz from her cunt to her neck. Long silvery ribbons of it decorated her, like icing on a cake. Lines of jism hung off her tits, made her nipples glisten. Streams of white crisscrossed her belly and dripped off her flanks.
Connie let go of his cock, and she began to run her fingers through the cream, massaging it into her skin.