Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

Her kiss was received differently this time. Their mouths locked, lips open. She licked the tender insides of his lips and felt the warm touch of his tongue seeking hers. She sucked his oral organ greedily.

His hand stroked her bare thigh, each stroke carrying him higher and higher until he caressed the flesh at the hem of her silken panties. He quivered from the excitement of the forbidden touch, then moaned at the passion throbbing in his cock.

She answered his response with a low moan.

Her panties had become soaked as her cunt became lubricated. The crotch was dripping with cunt fluid, and the juices had begun to slicken the tingling warmth of her white thighs.

His hand gripped her asscheek, gave it an affectionate squeeze, then pressed her closer to him. She could feel the powerful prick thicken and lengthen as he crushed their bodies together.

"You're incredible," he breathed. "I love…"

She covered his mouth with her hand, cutting off the words.

"Don't say it. It's not necessary. You don't have to give me an excuse to let you touch me."

He nodded. "You are real, aren't you? You may be only sixteen, baby, but I'm beginning to think you're very experienced."

She took his hand from her hip and placed it on one eager tit.

"You won't be the first, Phillip. Does that disappoint you?"

"No. It excites the shit out of me."

He kneaded her tit through the fabric of her blouse, and she felt the nipple blossom into fullness under the ministration of his hand.

"Then suppose we quit talking so damn much, and get to doing something."

He chuckled throatily. "I couldn't agree more." He pulled her to him, and their mouths sought one another.

Wendy sighed contently. She had just turned sixteen but she felt older, as though somehow the biological sense of time had gone awry, had brought her not only early physical maturity, but emotional maturity, far beyond what could be normally expected of her years.

Now Phillip was exploring her physical maturity.

His hand cupped one melon-shaped breast. She wore no bra, and was very proud of the fact that her tits were firm enough to stand by themselves.

She knew that other girls had bigger tits, but she always found them a little less perfect, a little less appealing to the eye. Too many times they sagged, or swayed fleshily. She liked to think that her tits made every man's mouth water in anticipation when she passed, and she felt that she wasn't far from wrong on that count.

Phillip tweaked her nipple, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. She tugged her blouse out of her skirt, then leaned away from him as he pulled the garment free.

Her breasts tumbled free, straining eagerly, the nipples like brown pebbles sitting on the mist-colored areolas.

"You've got some good-looking tits, Wendy."

"Kiss and suck them. It'll make my pussy more ready for your fat cock."

She felt the lightning jerk of his prick, and she reached down to pet it. She knew that men liked to hear dirty words.

"Can you wait, baby?" she asked.

He swallowed and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I-I think so."

"We'll both enjoy it more. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. You going to suck my titties now, or not?"

"Now," he said, and he dived toward one thrusting brown nipple.

His mouth covered her nipple, and his tongue instinctively darted forward. He flicked his tongue across the hard point of her nipple, letting it circle the proud peak. Her other tit was being massaged by his left hand, his fingers plying the tiny brown bud excitedly.

He leaned her back on the couch, stretching himself out beside her. He draped one leg across her thighs and drew his knee up between her legs, pushing her short skirt up. His knee rested on the vee of her crotch right against the high cunt mound. She clutched his leg to hers, and began to hunch against it.

"Eat my titties, baby!" she murmured, burying her hand in his thick hair, holding his mouth to her breast. "Love me with your mouth and tongue. Yes, like that!"

He took the nipple between his lips, pressed them tightly against it, then slipped his teeth over the hard bud.

She tensed fearfully for a moment, afraid that he might hurt her, then she relaxed as she felt how gently he moved across her nipple.

He lifted from the tit, licked around the areola, then flicked the nipple with whip like motions of his tongue.

She moaned pressed her hand over his on her other tit guided it in circular motions, stroking his neck savagely and holding him tightly to her tits.

He licked the underside of her titties, nipping at them occasionally with his teeth, then laved the full area of her left tit until it sparkled with saliva.

"The other one. Suck it too, baby."

He moved. As he engulfed her right breast, he felt himself gripped by the power in Wendy's voice. He had always understood that in sexual matters, the male was the dominant figure, yet there was no doubt in his mind that it was Wendy who had assumed the dominant role in this seduction.

She had been the aggressor, while he had been manipulated all the way. If he plunged his prick into her burning pussy, then it would be by her own design, rather than by any sly plans or devious traps he had maneuvered her into.

He licked the area between her tits where the flesh drew tight over the breastbone before flaring outward to the high twin mounds. He moved higher to her neck, caressing each tit with his fingers and palms.

She could feel the hard prick poking into her belly, and she wrapped her legs around him, flinging her body toward him, so that her cunt mound massaged the base of his cock. He responded by hunching back at her, and for several moments they dry-fucked breathlessly.

"You're so hot," gasped Phillip.

Wendy poured out great waves of heat from the desire burning in her loins. Her cunt was raging with pent-up lust. The mouth of her pussy was swollen from the blood which rushed to her cuntlips, and her tangy twat twitched and fluttered in anticipation.

"I love to fuck," she whispered to him. Her hand slipped between their tightly pressed bodies, resting on his pants where his cock had risen. "Take off your clothes, and let me feel your naked cock."

He stood, kicked off his shoes, stripped his shirt slipped out of his trousers. She could see the jut of his prick in his shorts. He eased them down his pale thighs, revealing the gloriously ruddy shaft which was his prick.

His cock rose from the curling growth of pubic hair beneath his belly, long and straight, demanding her attention, jerking forcefully as the blood coursed through it. It was a powerfully hypnotic wand, pointing at her like an accusatory finger, demanding that she prove her femaleness. She felt as though she should bow before it, worship it.

She smiled at the tiny slit in its head, saw the thin clear drop of pre-cum ooze from it. She reached out, touched the swollen glans, spread the cum over the glistening cockhead. Phillip had not been circumcised. She wondered what effect that had on his pleasure when he fucked, and she hoped that it enhanced rather than detracted from it.

His balls hung in a heavy sac beneath his cock, and they were swollen, holding the sweet cock cream that would flood her cunt when he climaxed.

"You're really hung, Phillip. Finger my cunt. Get me ready. It'll make it easier for me to fuck your big cock."

She could not get over the mingling of fear and joy she always got when she stared at a hard prick. She wondered if all women were that way.

He knelt. She watched his body. He was beautiful, she decided, but naked men always fascinated her. She had books and books with pictures of naked men, and she always opened them and gazed at their cocks, both flaccid and erect, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by them. When she saw a good-looking man anywhere, she mentally stripped him of all his clothes, tried to picture his prick in her mind.