From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Young Stuff (Mf, oral, pedo, cons) [1/3]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:24:24 GMT

			     Young Stuff
			     Chapter One
			     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 sixteen. 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 sixteen 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 younger 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 entered 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 sixteen 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
exactly... 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 sixteen, 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 sixteen. 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 actually 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
covering her nipples. "But I don't have my... uh... 'cherry' anymore."

	"Try that again?" He was fascinated by the girl's uninhibited
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?"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Young Stuff (Mf, oral, pedo, cons) [2/3]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:25:16 GMT

			     Young Stuff
			     Chapter Two
			     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 sixteen 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. " t'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 jizm 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!"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Young Stuff (Mf, oral, pedo, cons) [3/3]
Date: 22 Jun 1996 18:25:45 GMT

			     Young Stuff
			    Chapter Three
			    Getting 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.