Bob Wallace: Mom_s horse hunger

"I'll bet if I were Jimmy, you wouldn't be a virgin anymore."

"Oh, Patti," Betsy gasped. "You're getting me so hot."

Patti pressed. She brought her moist lips to Betsy's neck and began kissing her throat. She used her tongue, soaking Betsy's smooth skin. She darted her tongue into Betsy's ear and felt her friend shudder.

"Patti," Betsy gasped as hot pussy cream flowed from her cunthole. "I can't stand up. My legs are so weak."

Patti led her dazed friend over to the bed. "Lie down. We can hug each other on the bed."

Like a slave, Betsy nodded and reclined on the bed. She looked up through misty eyes at the smiling Patti. "We should get dressed," she protested meekly.

Patti rolled her hips lewdly and ogled Betsy's ripe turned-on body. "Boy, you look terrific." She got down on the bed beside Betsy and took her in her arms. "Kiss me, Betsy. Pretend I'm Jimmy."

Moaning, Betsy went immediately into Patti's arms. Her moist eager lips found Patti's. Closing her eyes tightly, she plastered her mouth to Patti's.

Patti moaned, caught off guard by Betsy's quick response. She recovered, wrapped her arms tightly around Betsy's body and wormed her tongue into Betsy's mouth. She pressed her hips forward, mashing her belly against Betsy's. Her hands, anxious and eager, roamed Betsy's back, exploring the sizzling flesh, sampling every inch of Betsy's body.

Betsy responded with overwhelming passion. She too explored the newness of Patti's hot exciting body. She sucked Patti's tongue, almost pulling it out by the root. She chewed it, throwing herself with wild abandonment into the new and daring game of sex Patti had started.

Patti squirmed from her friend's tight gripping arms. "If I were Jimmy, I'd fuck you now."

Betsy was delirious. Her head swirled with emotional conflict. "If you were Jimmy, I'd let you," she moaned. "No… no," she gasped in the next breath. "I wouldn't!"

Patti was having a ball. "If I were Jimmy, I'd climb over you like this." With Betsy gasping and writhing on the bed, Patti climbed over her friend and looked down into her flushed face. She pressed her belly tight against Betsy's and wriggled her hips.

Through glassy eyes, Betsy looked up into Patti's lust-crazed face. "I wouldn't do this with Jimmy," she moaned. "He'd fuck me and then tell everyone in school." She humped up, ground her pussy into Patti's body. "God, I'm so hot."

Patti, herself floating on a cloud of lust, lowered her head and licked her tongue over Betsy's face. "Spread your legs."

Obediently, Betsy complied with her friend's request. She spread her legs wide, humped up, and ground her pussy against Patti's. She blinked and leered up into Patti's hot smiling face. "I'm still a virgin."

Patti wriggled her body, easing her thigh between Betsy's outstretched legs. She rubbed her thigh into Betsy's sopping pussy. "If I were Jimmy, you wouldn't be."

Betsy humped up. Dazed with a passion she had never before experienced, she fought it, refusing to completely surrender, afraid of what would happen if she did. "I'm not a tramp."

"Neither am I," Patti whispered. She brought her mouth hungrily down Betsy's neck, soaking a path along Betsy's sizzling flesh. She sucked noisily, licked and chewed, slowly drawing closer to the jiggling flesh of Betsy's heaving tits.

"Oh, Patti!" The realization of what Patti was going to do hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh no, Patti! No. We mustn't." Her body wasn't agreeing. She squirmed, humped, her nipples swelling in anticipation of Patti's mouth. "No, Patti. No!"

Patti ignored Betsy's weak protests. She straddled one of Betsy's thighs, ground her cunt against it. For a brief second she looked into Betsy's dark flashing eyes. "I'm going to suck your tits, just like Jimmy would do."

"Oh, no," Betsy wailed in protest. "Your mother… She…"

Patti cut her off. "My mother doesn't care what I do in my room. Besides the door's locked." She stared at Betsy's tits. They were big, the nipples swollen. Sucking her friend was exciting, more exciting in some ways than when she had sucked her mother. Betsy was her friend and they were the same age and together they could have a ball. Already Patti's mind had raced to the barn and Tiny. Betsy would be frightened, but she sensed her friend would give in and enjoy Tiny like she had. Her mouth opened, and she lowered her head, gobbling one large swollen nipple between her lips.

"Ahhhhh," Betsy sobbed as Patti's mouth dined on her tit. "Ooooo, Patti!" She writhed in ecstasy. The contact was heavenly, exciting, and forbidden. She creamed and combed her fingers frantically through Patti's blonde hair. "Suck me! Suck me!" She realized she was yelling and bit her lip.

Patti, the aggressor, feasted on her moaning friend's tits. She sucked one nipple until the tip was hard. Her teeth then chewed it. Her hips rocked, soaking Betsy's leg in warm cream. Her arms gave out and she moaned, collapsing against Betsy.

Betsy moaned, writhed under the weight of her friend's body. "Don't stop sucking me, Patti. Please." She had committed herself to pleasure.

Patti squirmed against Betsy's sweaty flesh. She still humped her ass, mashing her cunt into Betsy's leg. Her eager mouth found tittie flesh. She sucked it ravenously, turning Betsy's creamy skin to a glowing pink.

Betsy thrashed on the bed. She felt the fuck juices from Patti's pussy soak her skin. Staring blankly up at the ceiling, she raised her legs. Foot flat against the mattress, she jammed her thigh into Patti's cunt and was rewarded with a muffled squeal of pleasure. "You're so wet. Christ!"

Patti, her pussy flush against Betsy's thigh, humped wildly, grinding her hot sizzling twat into Betsy. "Un! Unnnn!" she gurgled, feasting on Betsy's tits. She rammed her cunt into Betsy's thigh.

Betsy was overcome with her friend's lust. She began to hump her hips, her pussy oozing, but with no friction to please her. "Oh, ohhh, Patti." She writhed and moaned. A hungry Patti gobbled greedy on her tits, and Betsy was enjoying every fantastic second of it.

Patti, close to cumming, gasped and lifted her head. She scrambled off Betsy's thigh, blinking as lights seemed to flash behind her eyes. She leered down into Betsy's face. "I'll bet you'd let me fuck you now if I were Jimmy." She jammed her knee into Betsy's pussy.

"Aghhhhh!" Betsy wailed as she ground her cunt into the hardness of Patti's knee. "Noooo… no!" Her body told a different story. She twisted, humped, mashed her cunt against Patti's knee.

Betsy looked up. "Unnnnn." She saw Patti's grinning face. "I wouldn't do it. I'm not a tramp." She banged her cunt repeatedly into Patti's knee as wild exciting spasms rippled deliciously through her virgin body. "Would… you?"

Patti knew the answer. "If I were sure he wouldn't tell," she purred, keeping her knee glued to the seeping folds of Betsy's hot virgin cunt.

"All boys talk," Betsy moaned. "Ohhhhh, how I wish you had a cock." She humped her hips, twisted and creamed a frothy juice over Patti's knee. "You could fuck me."

A sly smile decorated Patti's face. "If I can get a cock, will you fuck it?"

Eagerly, Betsy, who was swimming in a sea of swirling lust, nodded. "Yes… yes… yes!" She ground her cunt into Patti's knee and sobbed. What Patti was offering, she wanted.

Betsy brought her hands to Patti's tits and milked them with urgent fingers. "Oh, if only you did have a cock."

Patti giggled. "If I had a cock, you wouldn't have tits to play with."

An hysterical giggle escaped Betsy's mouth. "Is it a wooden cock?" she asked. Spasms ripped through her body. Her ass banged up and down, smashing into the bed.

"No," Patti sighed. "It's made out of hard flesh. It throbs and squirts just like a real prick." She kept quiet about whose cock she was talking about. Later, in the barn, she would tell her horny friend.