A sound reached through the fog of pre-awakening to Nickie. Even with her eyes closed, the bright glare of morning sunlight filtering into the roam drove the last of unremembered dreams from her mind even as the rays warmed her past comfort under the lightweight sheet.
The sound was that of a car pulling away. It was the sound of a door opening and closing downstairs, or perhaps of an engine starting up, that had first begun to chase sleep from her. She resolved to turn over and go back to sleep-but she knew it was still too hot.
Then there was another sound, closer-the door to her room opening and footsteps drawing near. She forced her eyes open with a groan.
It was Suzanne.
The older girl crossed the room and sat on the bed, her breasts jiggling, clearly visible through the light peignoir she wore.
"You look disgustingly awake for this hour," Nickie accused. "What time is it?"
"Almost eight," Suzanne answered cheerily.
Nickie groaned.
"Listen," Suzanne said quickly. "I'm going into town to pick-up a few things. Film, for one."
"Gee, I forgot to ask if you were still into photography."
"I am," Suzanne answered.
"Want me to come along?"
"Only if you feel up to it." Suzanne said. "And you don't look up to it."
"Very observant. Anyone else home or are all of you crazy?"
Suzanne shook her head, her dark hair rippling prettily in the bright sunlight. "Lisa stayed out all night. I think she went home with Jeremy."
"What about Bob?" Nickie mused rhetorically, then shrugged. "I guess I'm holding the fort-if you're sure you don't mind my not coming with you."
"No, you sleep and get your rest. No telling when you'll need your energy."
"That reminds me-when will I get to see Frank?"
"He's already gone for the day. He's going to take some pictures into New York City for a show he's entering, and then he's going to the big Photography Show at the Garden."
"He mustn't sleep very much."
"Not even when he's in bed," Suzanne quipped.
Nickie ignored that. "When will I get to see him, then?"
"Probably tonight. He wasn't planning to stay in the city overnight."
"Good."
Suzanne took a deep breath, her breasts briefly straining the fabric of the peignoir, then stood. "I have to get going. I'm going to hitch my way in and rides aren't all that plentiful at this hour. Need anything?"
"Sleep."
"See you later, sleepyhead."
Suzanne flounced cheerily out of the room, closing the door softly behind her as Nickie stood and quickly pulled off her baby-doll nightgown.
Cooler, still tired, she let herself fall back into the bed and pulled the sheet back over her, trying to shut out the sun glare.
She was too tired to get up again and pull the drapes shut.
In was nearly two hours later when the young man came to the front door and let himself in. Nickie was still sleeping.
He knew that there was only one female occupant in the house, that the rest of the family was out for the day. He knew that the one person left, alone, in bed, in the house was a young woman sleeping nude in, the second-floor bedroom.
He assumed that the young woman was Lisa. He'd done this once before, this letting himself into the house in the early morning of her usual day off from work when everyone else was gone and Lisa, warm, richly curved body sliding nakedly between crisp white sheets, lay sleeping in the bedroom at the end of the second-floor hallway.
That first time had been two months earlier-before Lisa had decided that she liked the guest room and had moved all of her belongings. Lisa's room, at the end of the hall, had been made into the guest room. But Bob knew nothing of this.
He crept to the bottom of the stairs and stopped, listening carefully for any sounds of occupancy.
Nothing.
"Lisa," he hissed up the stairs, cupping his thick hand about his mouth like a silent-film character.
Still, nothing.
Deciding that she was still asleep, Bob began climbing the stairs. She'd really gotten off the night before, taking on both him self and his friend Jeremy, first one after the other and then both at once. Barely coherent, she'd mumbled something vaguely assenting when he'd asked if he could come fuck her awake in the morning.
He stood at the tog of the stair landing and again listened for sounds of activity. Still, no sounds at all except the soft rustle of early morning sun breeze through an airy house, carrying scents of things green and a foretaste of the mid-day softness.
Nickie, sleeping but in the nether state that just precedes full wakening, snuggled deeper beneath the light sheets, pulling them the more lightly over her head. The sound of a voice, the heavy thump of footsteps in the hallway, kept threatening to wake her and she was enjoying her dream.
The bed croaked as she shifted her weight.
Bob heard the noise. Confident, he strode to the doorway at the end of the hall and stepped inside.
He saw the sinuous movement of the form beneath the sheets and a grin of amusement and lechery spread across his young face. She was playing games with him. She'd heard him come in and call, but hadn't replied.
Nickie, meantime, had taken refuge from the disturbing noises in her dream. It was a last early-morning dream, a just-before-waking dream, a dream of what she had seen at the boathouse the night before. But in her dream, it was Nickie herself being perforated by the large, hard, strong pricks, it was her cunt being rent by those big cocks, it was her box being filled with youthful come from Lisa's partners. In her sleep, her pale thighs, bared beneath the covers,by the intended omission of her panties, glistened with abundant secretions.
Bob was standing in the open doorway, staring at the gently undulating form beneath the sheets, hearing the barely audible moans as Nickie's dream excited her still more. Covered as she was by the sheets, Bob couldn't see her face, couldn't know that it wasn't Lisa, couldn't suspect that it was a younger cousin named Nickie. Stealthily, he stepped to the side of the bed.
He stood there, looking down at the gently wriggling form on the bed. The damp humidity of the morning made the sheets cling to Nickie's pert ass as though they were sprayed on. But Bob, hungry as he was for Lisa's hot cunt, didn't notice the slimness of that ass, of those hips; of those thighs. All he saw were two beautifully molded ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as had Lisa's the night before. And to Bob, it was a clear cut signal that Lisa was being playfully teasing.
"Okay," he said quietly, almost whispering, sitting easily on the edge of the bed. "If that's the way you want it, I'll coax you."
He pressed his hands to the sheets, gently running his fingers over the clean white cotton. In her dream state, Nickie felt the touch as a natural if vivid part of the subconscious scenario and moaned softly.
Bob ran his large, strong hands down one draped leg to the ankle, then back up the other to the juncture of the girl's trembling thighs. He was hungry for her, had lain awake half the night despite his exhaustion thinking of her, and he was determined to give her a fucking like she'd never known.
His hands went to her shoulders, caressing their slender lines. He made as if to pull the sheet down.
But Nickie, still dreaming, still unwilling to awaken, held fast.
Grinning all the more, he relented; he would play the game, He gripped her shoulders through the sheets and tenderly urged her to turn over.
She did-with the sheets still pulled over her face.
Bob's thick cock was hugely erected, straining at his denim cutoffs. He'd awakened before the alarm, and his first thought was of her-of Lisa, slick and hot in the summer day, her wet slot greedy for his prick. He was becoming almost delirious in his want for her body.
Though he noted how much less pronounced the breast curves were before him, he wrote it off to the chance draping of the sheet and a night of sleeping on her stomach.
Again, he began running his hands over her form. He put his palm down on the taut stomach and slipped it down over the crease of thigh to hip, over long, lean flank, over calf to surprisingly petite foot, to toes that were curled in dream excitement. Then again his hand went back up on the other leg to linger briefly over the darker bulge of pubic mound, the lightest of touches breezing across mons, and from there back across the flat expanse of firm stomach to her breasts.
His other band moved directly to her cunt.
Pressing knowingly, expertly on the soaked entrance through the clinging dampness of the sheets, his fingers manipulated and caressed her most sensitive spot Nickie, still caught in her dream, gasped with her excitement.
But Bob was becoming quickly aware that the breast he fondled was far less abundant than Lisa's.
Oh, no, he thought I've got Suzanne-there's going to be hell to pay when Lisa finds out-even though I thought it was Lisa in here.
But then-he thought: What the hell? The kid doesn't seem to mind. Lisa might even have set this up herself as a joke…
He decided that he was going to enjoy the joke, too. More than they would.
"Enough games, little girl," he said, drawing the sheet firmly out of her grasp. "Now you're really going to get it like you-"
He froze as Nickie's lust-contorted face came into view.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded. Nickie was only partially awake, but the sound of his voice penetrated to her consciousness and her eyes opened.
Wide.
"Wha-" she began, stammering, and then shut her mouth. She was bright and understood the look on his face-and the obvious bulge in his Jean cut-offs-very well. "Bob," she stated flatly.
"Yeah, but who the hell are you? What are you doing here? And how do you know my name?"
"I'm Nickie," she said. "Lisa's cousin. I'm staying here for a few days. And we met last night."
His eyes went wide with recognition. "Oh, yeah, I remember," he said. "You were the girl with Suzanne last night." He remembered his hands, freely fondling her pliant, agreeable form only moments before. One hand still lingered intimately on her breast. Flushing, he snatched them away.
"I'm-uh-really sorry about uh-" he kept shifting his weight around, then stood, uncomfortable, his eyes flickering uncontrollably to the dampness of the sheet where it had been soaked by her amused secretions, to the soft, mounded protuberances of her breasts beneath the sheets, to the creamy, bare expanse of obviously naked shoulders and upper chest She made no move to pull the sheet back up or other-wise cover herself.
Her hand moved and caught at his. "Don't go," she said, coyly. "Not now."
He gave her a questioning look, a look that then became one of disbelief, then one of suspicion-and underneath it all, the unmistakable look of lust and want. "Did you and Lisa plan this?" he demanded, his unexpectedly throaty voice, making the words sound more harsh than they were intended to be.
"No," she said, the smile becoming one of almost outright invitation. "But it's sort of a good idea, don't you think-?" She brought his hand firmly to her breast, pressing his fingers down so he couldn't escape the yielding softness of those lovely young tits.
"They're not as big as Lisa's," she murmured, "but they're just as nice. Don't you think so?"
He nodded, throat-tight, mouth dry… Somehow, he just could not bring himself to stop the automatic, almost reflexive fondling movements of his fingers as they caressed and squeezed, savored and enjoyed her budding young breasts.
"I like that," Nickie whispered. "It feels sooo nice." The stiffening of her little nipples, the swelling of her breasts, the heaving of her chest in deep, lingering breaths, all confirmed her words.
Her hand moved, coming to rest on Bob's thigh. He was an athlete, in marvelous condition, and his legs were strongly thewed. Her hand slid slowly higher till it encountered the thick bulge of his penis, swollen and throbbing beneath the tight material of his cut-offs, measuring it as her fingers continued their journey to his bulging crotch.
"Its really not fair, you know," she complained.
He froze. Now what? "Wh-what isn't fair?"
She sighed, the movement pressing her breast up to him, bringing the sheet lower so that the smooth, upper swell of her other breast became visible almost to her nipple. "Well," she began, "here I am, lying in the bed without any clothes on at all, while you're sitting there all dressed up. I think if I'm going to be naked, it's only fair that you should be naked, too." Playfully, she tugged at his sleeveless sweatshirt.
Bob immediately began to feel more at ease. With an easy, confident smile, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing his broad, strong shoulders, powerful arms, wide, heavily muscled chest. He tossed it to the floor at the side of the bed.
Nickie reached forward, oblivious to the slipping away of the sheet and that her breasts were revealed to him in all their crimson-tipped, pale, ivory glory. Her fingers worked at the snap fastening the waistband of his shorts. Smoothly, Bob brushed her fingers away and lifted his hips to strip them off.
He was naked underneath.
With a practiced kick, his sandals raced through the air and landed on the floor at the other side of the mom. Then he turned and faced her.
"That better?" he asked, his voice taunting, as he noted the way Nickie's eyes fastened on to his hard, thick cock. It was swollen and the head was purplish, standing straight up out of his pubic hair like a strong tree rising from undergrowth in the forest.
"Uuuumm, yes," she said softly, placing her hand on his chest. She ran her fingers through the dark hairs there.
Nickie was effectively masking the terrific thrills of sexual excitement coursing through her slim frame-she was afraid to let Bob see just how turned on she was, afraid of how he might take advantage of her nubile excitement.
His dick was so big! she thought, wondering if she could encompass that enormous thickness in her little, nearly virgin slit.
Bob bent, letting his strong arms take his weight, then lowered himself. His lips found her breasts, his tongue flickering at the pale flesh. He traced with his lips the line of demarcation where her skimpy bathing suits and sunsuits had barred the sun's rays, following it to her slender shoulders. He gently kissed the hollow of her collarbone.
He moved his head and his mouth was on her breasts again. He found first one nipple, then the other, sucking at the hard little points, taking first one, then the other thrusting, turgid little bud between his teeth to carefully nick them and whiplash them with his tongue.
All the time, his hands were moving, caressing and learning her body, moving up and down her sides, finding the marvelously slim waist; traversing the slender girlish hips, enumerating her ribs, grasping for a moment her frail-seeming shoulders, only to resume other explorations a moment later.
Nickie writhed beneath his ministrations. She realized with a start that her overflowing juices were drenching the sheets that still covered her from her pubis to her toes.
"You look hot," Bob said, grinning lasciviously at his pun. "Better get these hot sheets off you." With one powerful movement of his arm, the sheets were flung across the room, puddling in a negligent heap on the floor.
"What have we here?" he said, looking pointedly between her legs. His hand moved to her unstretched little cunt lips. Next he began running one finger lightly up and down between the swollen labia, the pad of his finger brushing her hardened little clitoris.
Nickie gasped, her legs spreading almost involuntarily farther apart to give him still more access to her charming little grotto.
Carefully, he worked one thick finger into her cunt. Nickie's vaginal muscles tightened immediately on the intruder and it seemed to her that as she watched through excitement-binned eyes, his cock grew still more rigid and swollen.
Bob was mentally anticipating and savoring the sensations he'd enjoy when his prick was sheathed in that tiny, constricted slot. He groaned at the idea of his dick being crammed into her even as he began moving his head down onto her taut form again.
His lips moved lower on her, just as Suzanne's had the previous afternoon on that very same bed. Her moans became louder, her breathing quickened, her legs went still farther apart as his mouth worked down into the silky, tenuous blonde fuzz surrounding her vulva and his lips found her clitoris.
He took the delightful nubbin between his lips, rolling and sucking at it, an action that had a tremulous effect on her. Nickie arched her hips, thrusting her loins up at him, as Bob whiplashed her little pink clit with his tongue. It felt to Nickie as if she were being caressed with fire.
Letting himself down so that his face was pressed even more strongly into her cunt lips, thrusting his free hand underneath her to cup her ass cheeks. The pert, firm mounds of flesh clenched and unclenched, tensed and relaxed, moved in his fingers like live animals in response to the movements of his tongue on her sensitive little bud. He twisted his band over beneath her so that the thick thumb could work between the swollen, blood-gorged lips of her cunt. Furiously, Nickie dug her heels into the mattress, jerking her hips upward to absorb the invading digit.
Bob, fully in control and confident of his power, moved his thumb in and out, in and out, imitating the movements that he meant his thick prick to make within that same honey hole in just a few minutes.
Whew! Is she ever tight! he thought elatedly, savoring the anticipation of insertion. She was just about ready, in his surprisingly experienced judgment.
"Oh, gawd, I want you!" she hissed. "I want your prick in my cunt now! I can't wait-please-please put it into me now!" Her plea almost incoherent, passionate mumbling was growing increasingly intense and desperate.
He waited till she was nearly screaming with desire. Then, he moved.
Raising himself over her, he put his knees between her wide-flung legs. He reached down between them to take his throbbing dick in his fingers, meaning to guide it to the sticky wetness of her entrance-and found her fingers already there.
"It's so big," she said with wide-eyed wonder. "Please be gentle."
"Just relax," he crooned with practiced smoothness. "Just relax and don't worry. I'll take it easy with your sweet little cunt,"
He gently lined up his rigid bar of flesh with her wet, hungry twat and pressed it down and forward a bit. Nickie gasped as the swollen head slipped into the entrance of her slippery chamber. The stretching was greater than anything she hid ever known before. It hurt just a little-and even that touch of pain enhanced her pleasure.
With a conscious effort, Nickie forced herself to relax and the head slipped completely inside of her quim.
Bob was breathing rapidly, hard-pressed to control himself. He'd never experienced anything as tight and clinging and milking as Nickie's nearly virgin little cunt. The muscle at the lips was gripping his cock like a tightly drawn noose in the flange just behind the head and it almost seemed as if her delightful pussy was sucking on his dick. The slippery, hot walls of her glove-tight vagina pressed down with anguishing pleasure on him.
He pressed forward and down still further. Nickie moaned, half-screamed deep down in her throat at the massive cock ploughing into her. For a moment, a fear tugged at her: that its girth would tear her, do her injury. But then she relaxed in the somehow secure if unbiased knowledge that she could accept more rigid, much larger, much longer cocks than even Bob's. It was a certain knowledge, an almost instinctive awareness within her.
She took a deep breath; again forcing her over-taut muscles to relent from their tension. She heaved her slim, childish hips up at her young fucker. Bit by bit, she was absorbing that fleshy rod.
With thumb and forefinger, her small hand traced his cock as it slid into her. Even as she felt it moving farther and farther into her, she shuddered at how her tiny, bearded little cunt mouth accommodated his sex engine.
And then, with a final thrust, it was completely buried within her. Bob just lay there over her and breathed heavily for a long moment while her cunt accustomed itself to the thickness of the penis crammed into her.
Finally, Bob began to move. At first in small, care-fully parceled strokes, by fractions of an inch, testing and tentative as if uncertain as to her ability to handle his thick dick.
But beneath him, Nickie could feel her small cunt becoming more lubricated. The thorns of pain became rosebuds of pleasure blossoming inside her. He increased the length and speed of his movements. Nickie answered with greedy thrusts of her own girlish hips.
Her arms flung wide on the bed end her small hands began gripping the sheets and knotting them with maniacal strength as the huge rain worked marvelously in and out, stretching her mint with each thrust.
Her quim would relinquish the blood-gorged bar of flesh only to suck it, devouringly, hungrily back inside with the down plunge.
Then, without conscious awareness, she brought her legs up around the small of his back, clutching his powerful form to her. Her heels prodded each thrust of his dick more hotly into her slick oven. She brought her arms up around his broad back and her nails raked at his flesh.
But Bob didn't notice it. Her heels slipped down and began digging into his muscular buttocks, urging him with almost ferocious desire to slam his prick into her harder and-deeper with each power-packed thrust. He felt her cunt gripping him and knew that his explosion of jissum wasn't far off.
But he was determined to hold off until the sweet girl-child came to a shattering climax of her own-because he knew that once she had that, she'd do anything he wanted.
He bit the inside of his lip, bit it hard until he tasted blood, using the pain to help control the fiery surging in his overheated balls.
Nickie thrashed wildly beneath him, all sinuous, sweat-slicked passion, sliding below him, bouncing up to meet his every thrust. Her buttocks clenched, jolting her harder at every heave of his massive penis within her.
Frantically, she powered herself up at him. At last, with her hips jerking almost uncontrollably up at him with almost painful force, she began gasping and groaning.
"Oh! I-I'm g-going to c-come, I'm going to come!" She husked the words out as if they were driven from her. Already, her vagina was beginning its powerful orgasmic contractions on the boy's penis.
And then it was on her.
The rush of her coming hit her full force. Nickie slammed her slender body up to meet his, thrusting hard and fast towards his pile-driving dick. With an almost preternatural awareness, she could feel every detail, every vein and ridge in his rigid prick within her. She had Just begun to come down off her first peak-when the explosion of her second coming hit her with unexpected force and suddenness.
It caught Bob by surprise as well. Lisa did that from time to time, but with this-this child-he strove all the harder to master her violent heavings.
But then Bob felt the seed tearing through him, boiling up out of his burning balls. The thick come rushed up through his cock, spurting out from his dick into her just as she began to slip back from the peak of her second orgasm.
Nickie, incredibly, could actually feel those hot jets striking home inside her. They splattered against the walls of her mint, splashed deep into her vitals. They were like fuel on the already burning flames of her passion, and as each load landed within her, they sent new fires blazing through her innards-and setting her off into her third orgasm. Her cunt contracted on him all the more as her sweat-slicked form writhed in his grasp.
Bob was experiencing the exquisite stricture of his life on his penis. The last, powerful blasts of jissum were squeezed from deep within his hairy testicles to go slamming out through his glans to feed her hungry cunt.
Nickie felt their impact within her and sensed that they were the last dregs of his come that she could hope for in this encounter. Despairing of the end of the fantastic sensations rocking her sweet, slender form, she pressed upwards against him as she felt Bob's thick cock finally begin to dwindle inside her quim.
Almost traumatically, she came again. All weak and spent as Nickie was, this last was her most powerful orgasm. With the strength of one possessed, she heaved up beneath Bob so powerfully that he was nearly dislodged from her.
At last, she too went limp and fell back to the bed beneath him.
Nearly unconscious, exhausted and drained by his own coming, Bob merely lay atop her shaking his head in an effort to stay awake. He became aware that Nickie was prodding him with her small, weak hands.
"Please," she was saying distantly. "Please-I can't breathe with you on top of me-"
"Uh, sorry," he grunted, rolling off her onto his back Stuporous and lethargic from the exertion of this act, he drifted rapidly off into a light, dreamless sleep.
Nickie wasn't long in following his lead. She dozed off with her head on one of Bob's powerfully muscled shoulders. Her arms were sprawled across his torso and the fingers of one hand were lightly entwined with his limp, sticky prick.
Groggily, Bob half opened his eyes. The shadows in the room had changed positions radically; he knew that it was well past noon.
His first disorientation faded to leave him aware of two things: the tune and the tickling at his cock.
He shut his eyes with a moan of hedonistic pleasure and reveled in the sensation of well-manicured fingernails tracing the length of his slowly swelling dick. The fingers first traversed the underside from the curly-haired base up to the under edge of the glans. There they hesitated, then encircled his shaft in the sensitive flange just behind the knob and finally began tickling their way back down to the base along the upper length.
He opened his eyes again and found himself watching Nickie's naked, smooth, clean-lined back. She was totally intent on what she was doing and gave a little startled jerk at the touch of his hand on the fuzz at the bottom of her hairline.
"No," he whispered, throat dry with emotion. "No, don't stop now."
She didn't.
The movements of her hands on his staff became increasingly more adventurous. She hefted the heavy bar of rigid flesh in her fingers, testing its mass and weight
"It got hard again so fast?" she whispered, her own arousal evident in her voice. She gave his dick a tender squeeze as if to accentuate her words. His penis swelled still more in response to the pressure.
"Not surprising, the way you're heating it up," he replied, barely suppressing a smile. She was really quite naive and inexperienced when it came to sex, he decided. But she was undeniably talented, excitingly enthusiastic-and learned fast and willingly. He couldn't help wondering if Lisa was aware how sexual and exciting the young girl was.
He considered his next words carefully before speaking them. "Would you like to go down on me?" he asked with cautious casualness, as if that would be something she was just dying to do, but was afraid it would be an imposition on him to ask about.
She turned towards him, face slightly puzzled-and flushed. "You-you mean, take it into my mouth and suck on it?"
He nodded, forcing himself to be nonchalant.
"Yes," she said. "I suppose that would be interesting."
Even Bob could see that she craved to give it a try.
What a hot piece of ass! he thought. She's a regular little nympho!
"I've never done it before, so you'll have to tell me just exactly what I should do?"
Bob thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest at that. She'd never done it before! Tell her just exactly what to do!
I'm going to get to train my own little cocksucker just the wag I like it!
"Sure, okay," he said, forcing his voice to be calm and tutorial. "First, turn around like you were before-on all fours."
She complied, and Bob had an unobstructed view of her lovely, almost hairless little cunt.
Did my diddle-stick actually fit into that little fuzz-hole? he asked himself incredulously. And the memory of it made his dick all the stiffer.
And then, into his mind came the picture of the sweet, Innocent-looking young girl bending low over him, her lovely red lips puckered about his cock, sawing up and down over him and sucking as hard as he could till his load shot deep into her mouth and throat.
He groaned at the thought, a groan that even Nickie could tell was one of pleasure and not of anguish.
"Now," he said, voice tight. "Put your hands on my legs and bend down close."
She put her hands on his thighs, just above his knees, and bent forward, hiking her gorgeous little ass high into the air. He felt her hot breath on his dick.
Suddenly she leaned her head down and kissed the glans. That did it: he was as stiff as he could possibly be and throbbing with anticipation.
"To really do it right, now," he said, "take it into your mouth-but not right away. First you sort of tease it a little-licking it up and down, twirling your tongue around the top-"
He gasped as she began the licking, her tongue flickering wetly over the underside.
"And-and," he stammered, struggling to retain his self-control as he continued. "And kiss the head and tongue the little slit in the very tip. It doesn't hurt any to lean forward every now and then and lick my balls a little-especially if you do it very sloppy like."
He was unable to speak anymore as she progressed in-her experimentation.
She ran her fingers up one side and down the other, every now and then running the flat, rough underside of her tongue over the fleshy sack holding his balls.
Bob groaned and jerked with the pleasure of it, She was doing everything he'd ever wanted a real girl to do, all the things that only the women he -created in his fantasies had ever acquiesced in-and more, because Nickie seemed to be getting off on it all.
The way she was bent over, she was giving him an excellent angle on her beautiful, lithe little ass. The half moons of the cheeks were spread slightly apart from her position and between them, in the furrow, beads of perspiration were beginning to glisten. He caught sight of her tiny, dime-sized anus andI wonder what it would be like to stick my cock in that little opening?
Nickie was warming to her task-literally. Feeling the way Bob reacted to her ministrations, she became still more aroused. She felt a great sensation of power coursing through her veins.
She changed the angle of her leaning slightly, and her warm, soft, resilient breasts rubbed against his cock. Gingerly, she leaned still farther, bringing her hardened nipples up to graze over his dick. Then she began weaving, almost like a Persian dancer, from side to side. She hunched her shoulders and pressed the side of one sweet breast with her hand so that his thick cock rolled from side to side between them, dry-pressed between her breasts. Bob's reaction was most gratifying to her.
She began varying her tack, occasionally taking the glans of his penis into her mouth to suck and lick on it for a- brief moment before releasing it, darting her tongue lightly over it as the rigid prick sprang free.
Bob began making pitiful sounds, noises that became groaned pleas for her to take his prick into her mouth and suck on it.
But Nickie decided that if it was good to tease him a little, it would be great if she teased him a lot. And that was precisely what she did.
She taunted and tantalized him until he was nearly screaming with his need for release.
When she finally did pause and suck his cock into her hot mouth, plunging her pursed lips down on the huge, pulsating prick, she was unaware of just how effective her teasing had been. And few more moments and Bob was prepared to sit up, grab her, hurl her onto her back and cram his raging cock into her hot little box.
When her mouth closed on him, it was like an agony to Bob. The flaming heat of her breath seared at him while the poker flickings and thrusts of her tongue darted all over the head of his penis. He writhed beneath her touch like a man in the midst of torture-torture at the hands of experts.
His hips jerked up at her, the surprise of it at first catching her unawares. She almost gagged as that thick chunk of iron-hard flesh was rammed into the back of her throat, but as his heaves settled into a discernible rhythm that she could follow, she began to enjoy that sensation. Her head rifled up and down is her lips dragged over the velvet-clad steel of his stiff dick.
She couldn't take any more than three inches of that thick weapon in her mouth without gagging, but she compensated. She brought up her hand and with thumb and forefinger, she worked at the base of his cock, now and then letting her hand stray to lightly cup his heavy balls.
Bob reached down, catching her head between his shaking hands and let out a long, low groan.
"I'm going to come," growled Bob, obviously straining to speak. "You-you might not like the taste of my come in your mouth."
At the thought of Bob's hot juice flooding her mouth and bloating her cheeks, Nickie felt her own excitement heighten. Her only reply to his words was to accelerate the plunging suction-pump movements of her head over the shaft of his dick.
She kept this up for another minute or so-and then abruptly stopped. Nickie fastened her lips in the depressed ring of the flange just behind his glans and sucked on it with all her might, her cheeks concaving with the effort. She rasped at the delicate, sensitive flesh of the knob with the rough underside of her tongue, then prodded and teased at the little slit of his pee-hole. She prodded and teased at that most sensitive bit of flesh until Bob was nearly screaming with the sensation.
Bob began to heave his hips faster. Nickie grasped his cock with one hand and his hip with the other to keep from losing her oral grip on his dick. Her open eyes saw the rippling of a muscle at the juncture of his legs, beneath his hairy scrotum. She moved her hand from hip to that point and pressed her fingers on the powerfully contracting flesh. She knew that it was his come, working mightily through the long tube that emptied through his cock in to her, and that aroused her to the very brink of an orgasm of her own.
She braced herself, determined to suck and swallow all of his jissum. She remembered, vaguely, tales that her friends at school-the raunchier ones-had told her of how swallowing a man's come made your breasts get bigger.
He started to come in her mouth, great, gushing jets that Hooded into her, between her lips, bloating her cheeks despite her desperate swallowing. Sucking feverishly, she tried to milk all of his white frothy semen,
When Bob realized that she was actually swallowing his load, that she was actually drinking his come, his excitement redoubled. He arched himself, bowing up and away from the bed. Again and again he came, and the strength of his jolts was like a rupture as he satisfied her sucking lips and maddening tongue with all the load that he'd secreted in his virile young balls.
Despite the slightly sour taste of his come Nickie found the sensations of what she was doing incredibly exciting. When she realized the sheer decadence of her act, when she thought of how it would have looked to a hidden observer-the picture of herself bent over the strong young male, his thick, spasming cock trapped inside her mouth, her lips puckered as she sucked on him like his dick was a fleshy straw-her hips began jerking in response.
Bob saw the excited movements of her hips and ass, saw the swollen clit dearly erected between the folds of flesh around her slit-and he responded.
He reached out with his powerful hands and bodily lifted her hips so that when he lowered her, she had one pale, quivering young thigh on each side of his face and her cunt within an inch of his lips.
Grateful for her workings on him, hungry for the taste of her sweet little quim, he glued his mouth over her cunt and sucked and licked and tongued for all he was worth.
Nickie, already on the verge of coming herself, came over him like a flood. Hips writhing and spasming, she pressed her loins down, grinding her gash into his eagerly moving lips as she jerked again and again in response to the twin stimuli of his spurting cock and rapidly exploring tongue.
Completely drained by the abrupt power of her orgasm, Nickie let herself topple wearily to the bed beside the limp, inert form of her young mouthfucker. Drowsily, dimly aware that she mustn't sleep too long lest she be found out by her cousin or uncle, she let her eyes close for a moment and drifted almost instantly off into slumber.
She continued to sleep as Bob, concerned about the same things and even more fearful that Lisa would find him and be so pissed off that she'd cut him off from further enjoyment of her hot cunt, roused himself, dressed and slipped out of the big house.
He walked strangely.