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Practice, Practice
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

I young man meets a lovely young lady and finds her 
eager for love. (M/F-teen, 1st, oral)

***

I was hitting forehands off the wall when this 
luscious little girl approached from the courts with a 
scowl on her pretty face. She stepped right in front 
of me and said, "Scuse me, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure," I said with a smile. She was only about five 
feet tall with her auburn hair tied back and her long 
legs bare, she was really lovely in her green-trimmed 
tennis dress. I felt my cock quiver and then my brain 
said, "She's a kid, jail bait."

"It's embarrassing," she said, turning her back to me 
and hiking up the top of her outfit, "but my folks 
made me buy this sports bra, and it's killing me."

I put down my racket and pushed her cotton shirt right 
up to her shoulders admiring her golden tan and the 
trench of her spine. "So? I see it."

"I can't get the damned thing off and it's driving me 
crazy. I got the wrong size I guess. I can't figure 
out how to undo it and it won't twist around."

I looked at the way the wide strap was hooked and 
snapped together, certainly secure, and began undoing 
things. "Who were you playing with?" I asked, 
wondering where her partner had gone.

"Oh Sally's boyfriend came by and blew his horn so 
she, of course, had to go with him. I think you have 
to get those loop things off."

I pulled and twisted and the back parted. "There," I 
said, "nothing to it. Like opening a safe."

"Oh wow," she said wriggling a strap off one arm and 
then turning toward me. "That feels so much better." 

She reached up with both hands, got her fingers behind 
my neck and stretched up to kiss me, hard and deeply, 
a much more than friendly kiss with her voluptuous 
body rubbing up and down my chest and belly. 

"Thanks," she said when she settled back and got the 
other strap down, briefly baring both her high, full 
boobs for my inspection. A prime pair, at least as big 
as softballs!

"Poor things," I said, bending to grasp her right tit 
firmly and suck in the tiny nipple of her left breast.

"Um," she made a noise in her throat, arched up and 
pressed my head to her chest. "That feels good."

I pulled my mouth away, stretched out her nipple an 
inch or so between thumb and forefinger. "Maybe we 
could find some place not so public." I said as she 
rubbed her groin on my thigh.

"Do the other one," she begged. "That thing really 
mashed it flat."

I mouthed her left jug and tongued the nipple roughly 
while I kneaded her other large, jutting boob and 
pushed her back toward the wall, tempted to have her 
then and there. The kid had as fine a set as I have 
ever seen, maybe 36 D's at least, not really globular 
but shaped like the tapering head of a torpedo. They 
overfilled my hands.

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped as I squeezed her nipples and 
smiled at her.

"Where do you live?" I asked as I bent to kiss her 
mouth again and mash her to me so she could feel how 
hard I was. I twisted her tit until I felt her flinch 
and tongued her deeply.

"Just on the other side of the park." 

She squirmed out of my grip, pulled down her shirt and 
picked up her discarded sports bra. I grabbed my 
racket, quickly gathered up my bag of old tennis balls 
and trotted to catch up as she reached the cross 
street. She smiled and took my free hand and we 
hurried along. 

She let us into the back door with a key pad and then 
said, "Come on upstairs. Nobody's home."

I followed her up to her bedroom, sat on her bed and 
watched her strip, surprised and amused. When she was 
down to just her tiny French thong underpants, she sat 
beside me and took off her shoes. "Don't you want to 
do it?" she asked with a smile.

"Sure," I said since the urge was strong. "But a 
couple of questions first. How old are you?"

She snorted. "Seventeen. How old are you? I've already 
been admitted to Brown. What's the other question?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"What is it with you and maidenheads anyway? Sally 
goes to your school, and she saw you and told me that 
the rumor was you had popped ten or twelve cherries 
since September."

"Just talk. Don't believe everything you hear. And 
what's your name?"

"She said her friend told her you were hung like a 
horse and always produced an orgasm. Samantha, why?"

I chuckled. "Pretty good reputation, huh?"

She stood up, wiggled out of her panties and displayed 
her almost hairless mons and vulva, pink and baby 
smooth, her outer labia puckered and pulsing, a split 
peach if I ever saw one. "What are you waiting for?" 
she asked, licking her lips and blinking at me.

"What's your hurry, Samantha? You going someplace?" I 
asked, pulling my shirt over my head and then untying 
my shoes.

"I'm horny and I've been thinking about this for some 
time, about doing this before I go to college. I go to 
the girls' school down at the cathedral, and I think 
I'm the only senior that hasn't done it." She grinned. 
"Or at least says she's done it."

I patted the bed beside me. "Sit," I said. She sat and 
blinked at me, and I admired her full breasts with 
their aroused nipples and trim body that was so 
obviously well-toned. She didn't really need a bra to 
support that lovely pair. I then knelt between her 
legs and kissed my way up the inside of her thighs. 

I must admit that I really love eating pussy, 
especially because it almost always leads to first 
class fucking in a vagina that is primed and 
lubricated. She had trimmed her bush down to a short 
line of curls that might hide under a bikini, and I 
delved within and soon had her squirming and gasping 
as I probed, sucked and licked, my hands clamped to 
her muscular buttocks. 

She snorted and squealed, and I assumed that she had 
achieved a climax of sorts so I moved my cunniligual 
skills northward and attacked her aroused clitoris 
with my tongue tip, circling and lifting it up between 
my lips and sucking until she screamed and arched in 
orgasmic pleasure. At the same time, I changed my grip 
up to her luscious breasts and squeezed her startled 
nipples out between my fingers. I decided she was 
ready, greased, and I was more than ready, oak-hard 
and straining at the leash, oozing lubricant.

She was still gasping for breath, eyes closed and 
mouth open, when I stood with my big ram standing 
straight out before me and eased it into her seething 
pit with my hands on her lean hips, rocking her gently 
as I screwed her. I smiled as I watched my thick shaft 
spread her labia and disappear into her clasping 
depths inch by blood-hot inch until I was in to the 
balls, buried in her quivering cunt. If she had a 
hymen, I hadn't noticed. 

I let my pants and underpants slide to the floor, toed 
off my shoes, kicked away my clothes and gave her a 
couple of dozen two-inch thrusts, rabbit fucking some 
called it, a process one of my tantric females taught 
me, part of prolonging the pleasure, a more active 
foreplay. I felt my scrotum tense up, pulling my 
testicles right up against the base of my woman 
pleaser. She was certainly tight, tight as any virgin 
I had initiated and there had been at least a dozen of 
them so far. My reputation was well earned.

I lifted her on my rigid horn and moved her up on the 
bed, pulled a pillow down under her rump, and got to 
work, doing push-ups into her on fully extended arms, 
half-foot plunges, post-hole digging, but unhurried, 
each thrust taking at least a minute and held for 
twice that. Sometimes, but not often, I can produce an 
orgasm vaginally, but this wasn't one of those times. 

For the next ten minutes of so is was just pleasurable 
pussy squishing and slapping flesh together, rocking 
her lithe body from side to side and watching the look 
on her lovely young face when she realized what was 
happening to her. 

"You're now an ex-virgin," I said with a smile, 
watching her boobs bounce up and down with each hard 
ram. Her vagina fluttered and her ripe little body 
trembled. She made some sort of odd throat noises, 
exhaling.

When she felt me accelerating past one thrust a 
minute, and when I had put perhaps a thousand rams 
into her virginal sex channel, she started whimpering 
and gasping out, "Don't, please don't, don't, don't."

She was so lovely and I had enjoyed so much pleasure, 
that I lifted one of her legs up on my shoulder, 
changed my angle of attack, leaned forward to make 
sure the next series of penetrations would fully 
involve her clit, gave her ten or twelve and stopped, 
stopped with my huge cock buried in her still tight 
vagina. She sobbed and tears ran down her cheeks and 
her ripe body trembled.

"Please don't!" she sobbed. "Don't cum in me. I'm 
not..." and she gasped and climaxed as I moved forward 
and crushed her belly to mine, rubbing our bones 
together fiercely; my coarse pubic hair abrading her 
tensed clit. 

I could feel my balls churning, so I backed my long, 
slimy ram out of her, crawled up her sweaty body and 
laid my throbbing shaft between her luscious breasts, 
pushed them together around it and got back into 
action. Perhaps she had never been tit-fucked for she 
looked astonished as I slid up her cleavage and butted 
her chin with my purple glans, forcing myself to do it 
slowly.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as I crushed her boobs 
together and then felt my semen flowing like a stream 
of lava, unstoppable. I reached down, clamped my thick 
cock at its base and said, "Open wide."

She looked at me with fear and surprise as I rubbed my 
cockhead across her lips. They parted, I rose, 
released my grip and my prick slipped across her 
tongue as I ejaculated, and ejaculated, and 
ejaculated. 

Some of my spend dribbled out of the corners of her 
mouth, but she swallowed most of it. I backed away and 
let my long rod fall on her mounded chest once more, 
leaving a trail of goo on her jugs as I got on my 
knees and rolled her over.

After five minutes or so of doggy with me up on my 
toes, knees bent, one hand filled with her hair and 
the other on her shoulder, I eased us down into spoon 
position, and played with her breasts while I finished 
her off, plowing on and on until I once more felt my 
balls tensing, I backed out and rammed into her anus, 
ignored her screams and ejaculated almost at once 
because she was so tight.

"Ahh," she sighed and went limp. 

I pulled out, washed off my weapon and got dressed 
while she lay sprawled on her rumpled sheets, moaning 
and quaking. I rolled her over, pulled her up, kissed 
her and asked, "You OK?"

She nodded, and whispered, "No more, no more."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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