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Subject: YOUNG STUFF PART 1
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Young Stuff - Chapter 1 - The Approach
As he hurried back toward the hotel, he looked for
Debbie
along the sidewalk in front of him. As he waited for a light
to
change, he finally spotted her standing on the opposite
corner.
At least he thought it was her - he wasn't expecting Debbie to
be
quite so 'dressed up', so he wasn't really sure it was her
at
first. He stared across the street at the girl.
The brunette he'd spotted was wearing a blue dress
with
puffy short sleeves. Although the dress had a fairly
modest
neckline, the hem was very short, barely reaching to the
middle
of her thighs. She wore white stockings, black high-heels,
and
didn't look like she was just 16. He quickly concluded that
it
was Debbie and he yelled across the noisy traffic at her.
"Debbie! Want a ride to the office?" he asked, waving
to
her.
She looked up, smiled and shouted something back, but
he
couldn't hear what she'd said. He watched her check the
traffic
light and stride deliberately across the street toward him.
She
didn't look just 16 up close either.
"Hi!" he said, as she joined him on the sidewalk.
"I'm
going to check-out of the hotel and get my car. Do you want
a
ride to the office?" He explained that her mother would meet
her
there later.
He suspected that she was trying hard to act
disinterested
in being seen anywhere with someone almost her mother's age,
but
Debbie soon smiled and agreed to accompany him back to the
hotel.
They filled their two-block walk with small talk on nothing
in
particular, although he did manage to tell her how nice
she
looked. She looked damn good and he tried not to look at her
too
obviously, but found his eyes dropping fairly frequently to
steal
a glance at her legs. They were very shapely and looked
terrific
in white stockings. He had to remind himself repeatedly that
she
was only a high school junior; definitely young stuff.
As they waited for the elevator in order to get to
the
second-floor lobby, he remembered that the last time he'd
seen
Debbie, he'd concluded that in an effort to look grown-up,
she
wore too much eye make-up. As a result, she'd looked even
young-
er and a little on the slutty side. He was glad she'd
either
changed her make-up style or had forgotten to put it on
today.
Her shoulder-length hair was naturally wavy and her skin
was
clear and smooth, adding to the illusion of her age. They
en-
tered the elevator and he noticed she stood closer to him
than
was really necessary, since there was no one else in the car.
He
also noticed that she smelled good. Neither said anything
until
the doors opened on the second floor.
"Listen, I'm going to go check out and then run upstairs
to
pack my stuff up," he explained. "If you want, you can just
wait
here in the lobby and I'll meet you when I'm done."
He gestured toward a small reception area in the
lobby,
filled with several low couches and tables. He turned and
went
to the front desk to settle his bill, leaving Debbie by one
of
the couches. When he turned from the front desk to head back
to
the elevator, he saw Debbie had sat down on one of the
couches.
The seat was so low that her knees were almost higher than
her
shoulders. By walking across the lobby at just the right
angle,
he got a decent look up her legs beneath her short dress.
When
he got close to her and started to walk past her, Debbie stood
up
and started to follow him. Somewhat startled, he stopped
and
looked at her quizzically.
"I don't want to sit here all by myself," she said.
"Can't
I come upstairs with you?"
"Why, sure, sure you can," he answered. "I
just
thought....you know, it would be boring..."
"It would be boring to just watch you pack!" Debbie
said.
"That's why I'll help you pack."
Thoroughly startled now, he stammered something
incoherently
and headed for the elevator with Debbie close behind. Once
in
the elevator, she stood even closer to him than before, until
the
doors opened and he led the way down the hallway to his room.
As
soon as he'd unlocked the door, she slipped past him and
walked
into his room in front of him. His eyes watched her hips
sway
back and forth as she moved into his room. Before he could
say
anything, she had walked to the dresser, pulled open a
drawer,
and reached into it. Fishing out a handful of clothes,
she
turned toward him.
"Is this drawer all your dirty stuff?" she asked, holding
up
her hand. "Where do you want it?"
"Yes, that's what it is, all right. I'll get that
stuff,
Deb," he replied, stepping towards her.
"That's OK, I want to help," she said. She reached into
the
drawer again and fished out another article of clothes.
"Say,
these are cute..."
Debbie held up a pair of 'used' jockey shorts and smiled
at
him. She dropped the other dirty clothes on the top of
the
dresser.
"Really, I think they're cute! I thought older guys
wore
boxer shorts instead of these! I mean, I didn't mean that
you
were that old, but...well, you know..."
"I guess I am that old..." he muttered.
"No, really....I don't think you're old," she said.
This
time, she was the one who was slightly embarrassed. She
looked
at the shorts again. "Say, these have sort of a...a pouch on
the
front of them, don't they? I've never seen one like
that
before...."
"Seen a lot of men's underwear, have you?" he teased,
going
on the offensive for no particular reason. He began stuffing
his
toothbrush and cologne into a travel bag.
"Well," Debbie blushed, "I have seen a few pairs...
"Well, they have a pouch that only well hung men need
to
wear..." he teased, a wide grin on his face. "You know,
keeps
everything neatly arranged....kind of like a bra..."
Debbie eyed him for a moment before examining the
jockey
shorts again. She put one hand inside the underpants and
filled
the pouch with her fist. Holding them up closer, she tried
to
sniff without him noticing, but he had already noticed and
was
fascinated by what she was doing.
"These are really cute," she said. Apparently pleased
by
whatever her nose had detected, she smiled at him. "You know,
if
you've got time...." Her voice trailed off in mid-sentence.
"What's that?" he asked, tossing a pair of sandals into
his
suitcase.
"Oh, nothing really," she said, blushing again. "I was
just
wondering....if you don't have to get out right away...."
"Oh, come on," he groaned. He faced her with his hands
on
hips. "What is it?"
"Well...I was sort of curious...you know, to...um,"
Debbie
stammered nervously. "To see...how
the
pouch...um...works...what...um...you think
is...uh...well
hung..." she stammered nervously.
He stared at her in disbelief. It was one thing to lust
in
his mind after a 16 year-old, and quite another to have the
same
little cream-puff asking straight-out for him to take off
his
pants!
"It's OK!" Debbie blurted out. "I'm....uh...I'm not
exact-
ly...um...a virgin...and...I've seen them before, but I'd kind
of
like to see...what you think is 'well hung'?"
He continued to stare in silence at Debbie. She was
holding
his underwear with both hands in front of her chest, and
he
noticed her sniffing at them again.
"Hey, I know!" she said. "Would you like to see my
bra?
I'll show you my bra and then you can show me your, uh, you
know,
pouch. Kind of underwear for underwear! That sound fair?"
His mind raced at the prospect but he called himself back
to
reality by recalling her age. Pretty or not, she was
definitely
under-age. She must have read his mind.
"Look, I know I'm only 16, but I'm not a little kid!
Who
would believe me claiming you tried to get it on with me?
How
about it? Look, I'll make it easier - I'll show you my bra
and
then you decide, OK?"
Without waiting for a response, Debbie reached behind
her
shoulders and popped open a few buttons on the collar of
her
dress. With a few small shrugs, she quickly slipped her
puffy
sleeves off her shoulders. Pulling one arm completely out of
her
dress, she easily pushed the bodice of her dress down,
uncovering
her bra-clad chest.
The bra was cut low and made of light, silky
material,
leaving little to his imagination. Gazing at her, he was
amazed
to see how developed her tits actually were. The bra pushed
her
breasts together and up, creating cleavage not often seen on
a
girl of 16. Even so, it was obvious that Debbie was very
well
endowed, and the sight was not just the creation of the bra.
It
was a very pretty sight.
"So? What do you think?" she asked, quietly. "Do you
think
I'm...um...pretty?"
"Debbie, you're very pretty, but I don't think...."
he
started to protest weakly.
"Oh, come on!" she frowned. "I wanted to show you my
bra!
Would you like to see more?" He realized with an inaudible
(he
hoped) choke that she was serious.
Debbie reached behind her back again and quickly
slipped
open the back-strap of her bra. With one fluid motion,
she
shrugged the bra-straps off her shoulders and brought her
fingers
around the bottom edge of her bra beneath her armpits. With
two
tugs, she pulled the bra cups down, baring her developing
breasts
for him. He stared at the small, rosy-colored nipples
which
tipped each of her firm, pointed breasts. She was no
longer
close to gorgeous - she was gorgeous. Her breasts rose and
fell
as she breathed and her nipples looked as though they were
actu-
ally beginning to harden under his gaze.
"How's this?" she murmured. "I've never really
just...you
know, practically torn off my clothes like this before!
I've
been told I have a nice figure...and some guys I know like
to
squeeze my breasts...when I let them! What do you think?"
"I think," he began, his voice very low and tight. "I
think
that you are a very beautiful girl. I think you have a
beautiful
figure. And, I think you are too young to be undressing in
my
room."
"Really? You think I'm beautiful?" Debbie slid her
hands
over her breasts, covering her nipples. "I told you, I'm
not
exactly...a virgin. I've seen 'them' before, but I would
really
like to see yours..."
"What does 'not exactly a virgin' mean?" he asked.
She blushed and looked down at the floor for a moment,
her
hands motionless over her naked boobs.
"Well...I...I've never actually...um...y'know, been
laid..."
she murmured, her voice barely audible and her hands still
cover-
ing her nipples. "But I don't have my...uh...'cherry'
anymore."
"Try that again?" He was fascinated by the girl's
uninhib-
ited behavior around him and her revelations about her sex
life.
"I've never actually been laid, but I got my
'cherry'
popped..." she replied, her voice very low.
"How's that?" He was in no mood to stop this
conversation.
"I'm not exactly sure...." Debbie began, running one
hand
through her hair. He stared at her uncovered nipple. "I lost
it
either when a boy, um, y'know, used too many fingers....or
when
I...I tried out...my girlfriend's...y'know...her vibrator!"
"Her what?!" he blurted out in amazement. "Oh...you mean
a
dildo?"
"Yeah. You know, a plastic thing..."
"You don't know if a boy did it or your girlfriend's
dildo?"
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Subject: YOUNG STUFF 2/3
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Young Stuff - Chapter 2 - The Contact
Debbie had pulled the top of her dress down to her waist.
After
displaying her bra for a few moments, she decided to show
him her
breasts by pulling her bra open and down. Debbie told him she
wasn't
'exactly' a virgin in an attempt to convince him that she was a
widely
experienced female, not an immature 16 year old. When she
told him
she'd never been laid, he'd asked her how she was 'not exactly
not a
virgin.' Debbie had replied that she had lost her
virginity from
either an over-eager date's fingers or a girlfriend's
vibrator. She
didn't know which.
"Why don't you know if a boy or your girlfriend's dildo
did it?!"
he blurted out in amazement.
"Well....I don't know why..." Debbie replied, almost
looking like
she might pout over his amazement. "I've never
let a
boy...y'know...put his...his 'thing' in
me...but
sometimes....y'know...fingers can get pretty rough...and
Brenda's
vibrator was a real big one....I don't know which it was
that did
it....I know it sounds dumb, but that's the truth!"
"It's not dumb, Debbie, it's just surprising, that's
all," he
said, trying to reassure her.
She watched him stare at her uncovered breast for a
moment,
before lowering her hand to uncover her other tit. She
clasped her
hands behind her back and watched him eye her bare breasts.
He was
sure both her little nipples were hard and erect, as was his
cock.
"So...? Will you show me what you call well-hung?" she
murmured.
"Please...?"
He looked at her silently for a long moment.
"C'mon," Debbie urged. "Who's gonna know? Please?"
He shook his head. He gazed at her bare chest for
another
moment, and shook his head again. She smiled at him,
her lips
mouthing her request again, and he suddenly found himself
unzipping
his pants.
"Oh, great!" Debbie exhaled, as if she'd been holding her
breath.
"I just know this is gonna be super! I really appreciate
this!"
His fly open, he quickly unbuckled his belt and popped
open the
waist-button. As he pulled open his pants, they began to
slide off
his hips.
"I hope to hell I don't regret this...." he muttered,
as his
pants slipped down his legs into a heap at his feet.
"Oh, you won't!" Debbie replied gleefully. 'I'll make
sure you
won't!'
A broad smile on her face, she stared at his bulging
underpants
as he stepped clear of his pants. She looked up and down
several
times from his feet to the obvious large lump in his jockey
shorts.
He tried to focus on her nipples as her breasts
jiggled with
excitement.
"Far out! I really like those underpants!" she
muttered. "I
like them a lot! But...I want to really see how you're
hung...."
"You mean you want me to take these off too?" he asked,
slipping
his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts.
"You know it! Do it for me, please!"
With as little thought as possible, he sighed, shoved his
thumbs
down, and pushed his jockey shorts off his hips. His hard and
hairy
cock sprang free and Debbie's mouth immediately dropped
open in
surprise. His penis wasn't especially long, but it was fairly
thick.
Debbie eagerly drank in the sight as he wiggled his legs to
shake his
underpants down to his knees, and his bare cock bounced up and
down.
Except for his underpants clinging around his knees and his
shoes and
socks, he was naked below his waist. He stood in front of the
young
girl and watched her bare breasts shake as her slender body
vibrated
with excitement and his erect cock pointed straight across the
room at
her.
"So....? What do you think?" he asked.
"This is great!" Debbie replied, excitedly. 'I mean, it
looks
huge! I guess you are really well-hung!'
"No, I don't think so..." he smiled, awkwardly. He
nudged his
slightly throbbing penis to the side with one hand so she
could see
his swollen balls better.
"Oh, gosh, but your.....um, balls look big, too!
They're so
hairy! This is so great! I really appreciate your showing
me!" she
gushed, babbling on. "Is your...uh...'thing'...um...is it
shaking, or
something?"
"I've got a hard-on, Debbie! During an erection, a
penis
will...throb like this..." he replied, smiling at her question.
She
craned her neck to see, as if examining someone's science
project. He
lifted his shaft up away from his testicles with his
thumb and
forefinger.
"Oh, please, can I touch you? I really would like
to!" she
blurted out, stepping toward him. "You don't have to do
anything!
Oh, please?"
"Oh, jeez, Debbie, I don't know...." he stammered
nervously,
remembering her age. His penis was as hard as a rock and he
had no
idea how long he would be able to control himself. "Debbie,
I'm not
sure that I...."
"Oh, say yes!" she urged, standing right in front of
him, her
eyes alternating from his face to his rigid penis.
"I....I don't know...." he repeated, hesitantly.
Without another word, Debbie reached out and slipped her
fingers
around the head of his shaft. His cock surged in eager
response and
she moved her cool fingers down the length of his stiff organ.
"I've felt a hard one before, but never one this
thick!" she
observed as her hand reached his pubic hair.
"Why don't you ever use the right word?" he murmured
weakly.
"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked, holding her
fingers
motionless around the base of his cock. Debbie pointed her
forefinger
down beneath his penis and touched his balls.
"You never say 'penis' or 'cock'...." his breath
gasping
involuntarily as she squeezed him. "You've said
'thing'....a few
times..."
"I don't know why I said it like that. Say, are you OK?"
Debbie
asked, looking truly concerned about his suddenly labored
breathing.
"Yes!" he groaned. He felt her briefly tighten her grip
on his
rod.
"You really do have a thick, um, penis," Debbie said,
staring
intently down at his prick in her hand. "It's hard as a
rock!" she
murmured, squeezing him again.
He gazed through half-closed eyes at her bare breasts with
their stiff
little nipples, only inches away from him. He tried to decide
whether
he should cover them with his hands or his mouth.
"Debbie....be careful...." he groaned.
"What's wrong? Are you OK?" she asked, glancing worried
at his
face. "Did I hurt something?"
"No, no...I'm fine!" he grunted. "You just can't
do this
without....I don't know how long...." His response was
disjointed and
rambling, and she didn't understand any of it.
"What's wrong?" she asked, squeezing his cock repeatedly.
"You're gonna bring me off....I can't take much
more...." he
gasped.
"Bring you off? What....? Oh! Are you gonna cum?
Are you
gonna cum?" With a wide smile on her face, Debbie finally
caught his
meaning.
"Y...yes!"
"In my hand? Are you gonna cum in my hand?" she asked
eagerly.
She vigorously squeezed and pulled on his penis again. "Are
you gonna
cum in my hand? Now?"
With a loud groan, his cock exploded and the first spurts
of cum
flew from its swollen tip. She squealed in surprise as his
cream
jetted over her wrist and landed in the middle of her bare
stomach.
His bursting penis sprayed more juice onto her, and the hot
semen
began to drip down her hard, flat stomach.
"Oh, man! Are you ever cumming!" Debbie exclaimed,
excitedly.
"Oh, man, is this something! I've never watched it before!
You're
getting it all over me! This is just great!"
She moved closer to him, still holding onto his
spurting cock
with one hand. As she moved nearer, he groaned loudly and his
penis
angled higher, squirting his pungent jism across the bottom
of her
naked breasts. Startled by his semen hitting her tits, Debbie
almost
backed away, but she gurgled with delight and stayed close to
him.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned, as she pulled on his cock.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, breathily. "Do you like
it?"
"Yes!" he grunted. "Debbie...!"
"What? Does it feel good?" she asked, squeezing him hard.
"Oh, Debbie......suck it..." he moaned in response,
as his
ejaculation began to slow. "Please suck me now!" He
clenched his
legs together as his cum dribbled onto her hand.
"What? Put it in my mouth?" the girl asked, her eyes
wide with
uncertainty. "You want me to put it in my mouth?"
"Just lick me....oh, do it now! Suck me!" he moaned.
Debbie slowly sank to her knees in front of him and
looked
nervously at his slowly shrinking cock, only inches in front
of her
eyes. She loosened her sticky fingers, which were still
tightly
wrapped around his shaft. Nervously sticking out her
tongue, she
closed her eyes and slowly leaned her head forward.
His body
shuddered violently as he felt her tongue tentatively touch
him just
beneath the tip of his penis. His ejaculation ended with a
final
spurt of cum dripping onto her arm, as she slowly ran the tip
of her
tongue along the length of his cock.
"Is that the right way?" Debbie murmured. "Am I doing it
right?"
"Y..Y..Yes!" he grunted.
Debbie's tongue slid up and down the length of his shaft
several
times as though she was licking a lollipop, and he
shivered
involuntarily with each pass of her tongue. He reached down
to put
his hands on her bare shoulders, running one hand behind her
neck,
which he squeezed gently.
"Oh, Debbie...." he moaned, bending slightly and
reaching his
other hand down onto her chest. He stroked his hand
awkwardly back
and forth across her bare skin above her breasts.
"Yes?" she whispered, breathily. "What?"
"Mmmmm.......suck it!" he moaned, as she flicked her
tongue
across his cock-head. "Suck me hard!"
Debbie hesitated for a moment, her lips just resting
against his
cock-head. He bent over a little further, reached lower and
grasped
her closest nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling
on her
tender flesh. She gasped softly and he felt her lips part
against his
prick.
"Come....on...suck....it!" he grunted, pulling again
on her
nipple.
Debbie cried out again and he felt her lips slowly
encircle the
head of his penis, as she took his cock in her mouth. With
his hand
holding the back of her neck, he thrust his hips forward,
driving his
entire cock into the startled girl's mouth.
"Hold my balls," he directed, as he felt the girl's tongue
moving
awkwardly beneath his organ. "Squeeze them..."
Debbie reached up between his legs with one hand and
brought her
fingers up beneath his testicles. As she felt his balls, he
began to
rhythmically thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cock
in and
out of her mouth. She held her head motionless and he grunted
as she
pushed her fingers against his balls. His cock began to slowly
swell
again.
"Oh, Debbie, suck me!" he grunted, sliding his penis in
and out,
faster and faster. "Oh...eat it, Debbie! That's the way,
girl, suck
it!"
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Subject: YOUNG STUFF 3/3
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Young Stuff - Chapter 3 - Gettin It On
After Debbie had masturbated him to climax and he had
cum
all over her bared chest, he practically ordered her to give
him
a blow job. But Debbie only hesitated a moment at his desire
and
he wondered if she hadn't already had some boy's cock between
her
virginal-looking lips. She dropped to her knees in front of
his
naked hips and took his rod in her mouth.
"Oh, Debbie...." he moaned, stretching his other hand
down
onto her chest. He stroked his hand back and forth across
her
bare skin above her breasts.
"Yes?" she whispered, breathily. "What?"
"Mmmmm.......suck it!" he moaned, as she flicked her
tongue
across his cock-head. "Suck me hard!"
Debbie hesitated for a moment, pressing her pursed lips
to
his cock-head. He reached lower and grasped her closest
nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on her tender
flesh.
She squealed softly and he felt her lips part against his
prick.
"Come....on...suck....it!" he grunted, pulling again on
her
nipple.
Debbie cried out again and he felt her lips slowly
encircle
the head of his penis, as she took his organ in her mouth and
her
tongue flickered against its tip. With his hand holding the
back
of her neck, he thrust his hips forward, driving his entire
cock
into the startled girl's mouth.
"Hold my balls," he groaned, as the girl's tongue
moved
awkwardly around his organ. "Squeeze them..."
Debbie reached up between his legs with one hand and
brought
her fingers up beneath his testicles. As she felt his balls,
he
began to rhythmically thrust his hips back and forth, sliding
his
cock in an out of her mouth. She held her head motionless and
he
grunted as she pushed her fingers against his balls. His
penis
began to rapidly swell again.
"Oh, Debbie," he grunted, sliding his penis in and
out.
"Oh, honey...bite it...that's the way...suck it!"
He could only hear Debbie's muffled gurgle in
response,
since her mouth was stuffed full with his penis. He felt
her
hands moving erratically between his naked thighs all over
his
hairy balls. He was so excited that this sweet-looking
young
thing was sucking him that his cock was again good and hard,
and
he rammed it fully into her mouth, trying to hold it
motionless
as he felt himself incredibly approaching another
climax.
Feeling his thickened penis pulsating in her mouth, Debbie
gasped
and tightened her lips around his thick shaft. He looked down
at
the half-naked girl kneeling between his feet as his
pre-cum
began to ooze slowly from the tip of his organ. Debbie's
eyes
opened wide as the first pungent drops hit her tongue.
"Oh, Debbie! I'm gonna cum!" he cried out. "Is it
okay
if....I want to cum in your mouth!" The girl didn't say
anything
in response.
He bent forward and reached down, cupping both his
hands
over Debbie's naked breasts and spread the forefinger and
index
finger of each hand like scissors, trapping both her
little
nipples between them. He groaned loudly and jerked his
naked
hips forward, ramming his rigid prick deep into the girl's
mouth
to its root, his pubic hair pressed tightly to her pursed
lips.
He felt his cock-head pressing against the back of her mouth.
"Debbie, I'm cumming now!" He began to ejaculate
into
Debbie's mouth.
He heard her muffled choking as the full spray of his
second
ejaculation hit the back of her throat. Debbie's mouth
was
pressed tightly around the base of his penis and she coughed
into
his groin. She didn't try to pull away, but was clearly
startled
by his sudden explosion. Hearing her choking surprise,
he
thought wildly about pulling his cock from her mouth, but he
was
too far gone to do it. He held his organ deep between her
lips
and continued to empty his load in the back of her
mouth.
Grasping his balls tightly in her fist, Debbie squeezed
them
roughly and accepted his stream of semen on her tongue.
As he pulled on her nipples, he glanced down and
was
surprised to see that while she was blowing him, Debbie
had
snaked her free hand under her skirt and up between her
thighs.
The cloth of her dress was billowing across her lap as her
hand
moved. She continued to masturbate as his climax peaked and
his
penis began to shrink and slide from her lips.
As soon as his cock popped from her mouth, and before
Debbie
could say anything, he dropped to his knees in front of her
and
wrapped his arms around the girl's naked torso. She still
had
one had between his legs squeezing his testicles. He held
her
bare chest against him and squeezed her warmly as he felt
her
fingers move from his nuts to his prick. He heard her
sigh
slowly and he held her tight.
"Oh, Debbie, what can I say?" he sighed in her ear.
"What
can I say?" he repeated.
"Hmmm...." she breathed in response. "I don't know what
you
can say.....but I know what you can do...."
He pulled his head back to look at her face. "What?
What
do you want?" he asked.
"Can you do that to me?" she purred, nudging her
knees
against his.
"You want me to eat you?" he grinned.
"Can you do that? Can you put your mouth on....on
my..."
she stammered.
"On your pussy?" he finished her question for her.
"Get
up..." he replied, standing up and holding out his hand to
help
her to her feet.
He moved Debbie backwards to the bed and she sat down on
the
edge, her young breasts flushed from the excitement. With
a
light touch on her bare shoulder, he moved onto her back on
the
bed with her legs hanging off the side. Slipping his
hands
beneath her dress, he lifted her skirt up to her waist.
"Lift your bottom up, sweetie," he directed.
Debbie pressed her feet to the floor to raise her
buttocks
from the mattress. Quickly, he lowered both hands to her
hips
and slipped a finger into the waist of her panty. She held
her
buttocks up, and he smoothly pulled her panty down her thighs.
His blood pounding in his ears, he paused for a moment
and
stared at her naked cunt. He could see the split of her
lips
beneath her pubic hair at the bottom of her groin, and he
wanted
to get her legs apart fast. After flinging her panty down to
her
ankles, he reached down with one hand and tossed them aside.
He
slipped his other hand under Debbie's right thigh. Lifting
her
leg, he also pushed it to the side. When he'd disposed of
her
panty, he quickly raised her other thigh and pushed them apart.
Her breasts naked, Debbie lay on the bed with her
dress
shoved up to her waist and her panty stripped off, her
slim
thighs spread wide apart, and her heels clinging to the edge
of
the bed. He paused again and gazed down at her wide open
crotch
and stared at her pink lips and glistening pussy. She looked
up
at him with glazed eyes, her face warm and flushed and
covered
with a eager smile. The process of him preparing her had
deeply
aroused her.
"Are you gonna put your mouth on my....my pussy now?"
she
asked, her voice small and husky.
"Is that what you want, honey?" he asked. She nodded and
he
knelt between her legs, his hands on the bed. "You want me
to
eat you, right?" She nodded again. "What? I couldn't
hear
you?" he teased.
"Yes! Yes, I want you to eat me!" she cried.