Ray Todd - Hot pants weather girl

"Ooooooooh, Mr. Marshal!" she shrieked, half-crazed by the wild ecstasy. "I love that fuckin' cock of yours! Oh, shit, I love it! I love it!"

In all his years of chasing pussy, Wayne Marshal had never met anyone like this hot little blonde who was writhing so wildly beneath him. As he drove his big dick into the youngster, she was fucking back like a savage animal. He'd never experienced anything like the way she was cursing and clawing at him as she ground the hot wetness of her tight little cunt up around the length of his cock.

"Oh, you sweet fuckin' darling," sobbed Paula, feeling his broad chest rubbing back and forth against the soft pliant flesh of her big-nippled tits while his thick meaty prick drilled deeply into the hot depths of her tight sucking little cunt.

Wanting him to drive his big slippery dork even deeper into her writhing belly, Paula pulled her knees back and locked her ankles around his back, screwing her feverish loins up to give him more penetration.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' piss!" screamed the youngster. "Give it to me good, Mr. Marshal. Fuck the shit out of me!"

In response to her frantic urging, Wayne increased the force and tempo of his plunging cock, feeling the hotness of her juicy cunt sucking and clinging to his pistoning boner.

"That's it, you sweet fucker!" she squealed with joy, grinding her frothy little slit up tighter around the base of his plunging rod. "Goddamn, can you fuck, baby! Jesus, what a cock!"

The lovely girl's face was covered with a mask of fiery lust, her deliciously naked body writhing with passion. She was no longer aware of anything except the big shaft of hard male meat that was driving in and out of her hot sucking cunt. She could feel every ridge, vein and bump on his glorious dong as it plowed into her simmering loins.

"Oh, fuckin' Jesus, Mr. Marshal!" she cried. "I love your cock, honey! OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

On the brink of her rapidly-approaching orgasm, the girl dug her bare heels into the crack of his ass to urge him on.

"Oh, sweet darling!" squealed Paula, tearing at his bare shoulders with her nails. "I'm almost there! Almost there!"

Feeling his own ejaculation building up deep in his balls, Wayne began drilling harder and deeper into the deliciously hot depths of her slippery fuck-hole.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, pounding his back with her little fists. "Make me come, honey, make me come!"

Giving a last vicious plunge, Wayne's big lusty cockhead spewed a torrent of thick hot jizz into her cunt, triggering the child's wild orgasm.

"That's it, baby!" she shrieked, feeling a man's cum squishing into her belly for the first time. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Later, as the exhausted girl lay in his arms, slowly recovering from her wonderful orgasm, she felt like kicking herself in the ass for waiting so long. If she'd known how wonderful it was, she'd have started fucking years ago.

Wayne Marshal called Paula early the next morning, telling her that they'd cancelled further auditions because he wanted her to be the weather girl.

"Really!" she squealed with joy.

"Yes," he laughed. "Could you drop by the station this afternoon so we can discuss the arrangements?"

"Gosh, yes," Paula beamed. "Am I gonna get fucked again?"

"I had that in mind," he teased. "How do you feel about it?"

"I feel like fuckin'," giggled the girl.

For the next few weeks, Paula was spending almost all of her time at the television station. There were hours of picture-taking for promotional photos that would be used on billboards, posters and newspapers promoting her debut as weather girl. Every photo accented her nearly naked breasts that were exposed as much as decency would allow. They tried many hair styles and finally decided that letting it fall straight as Paula had always worn it was the most flattering.

A speech teacher was brought in from San Francisco to work with the girl's delivery. She spent three hours a day with the teacher, her voice and delivery improving with every lesson.

Even with her busy schedule, Wayne Marshal managed to have her in his office with him for at least an hour each afternoon.

"Gee, Mr. Marshal," she whispered to him one day as she lay naked with him on his couch, gently caressing the limp wet prick that had just filled her dripping cunt with thick white sperm. "I've never been so happy in my life."

"I'm glad," he smiled, feeling his cock starting to stir again in her fingers.

"Have you decided when our newscasts will start?" she asked him.

"Yes," he answered. "It will debut on the seventh of next month. The billboards and posters are going up day after tomorrow which will give us exactly three weeks to promote it."

"I can hardly wait," she giggled, still toying with the limp prick that was rapidly swelling between her fingers.

"Are you nervous about it?" asked Wayne.

"Not any more," she whispered. "But you're a naughty man."

"Why?"

"You're gettin' another hard-on," she giggled.

"Well, I'll be damned," he teased. "I think I am. What shall we do about it?"

"You can stick it in my hot little cunt," whispered the girl.

"Would you like that?"

"Shit, yes," giggled Paula. "Balling with you is my favorite hobby."

When they'd finished their second fuck of the afternoon, Paula hurried home for dinner. She didn't have much time because Babs was picking her up at seven o'clock so they could review recent tapes of some weather girls from other parts of the country.

"Are you going out again tonight?" asked Paula's mother when she saw how rapidly the girl was bolting her food down.

"Yes," she answered. "Miss Conner is picking me up to review some tapes."

"My God, honey," her mother sighed. "When are you ever going to get some time for yourself?"

"I don't know," the girl admitted. "Probably not until after the broadcasts start."

"When do they start?" asked her little sister, Jenny, who'd been eating quietly.

"On the seventh of next month," Paula replied as she got up from the table.

"I'll be glad of that," sighed her mother. "You're wearing yourself out."

"Don't worry about me," called Paula, rushing out of the house when she heard Babs' horn honking.

Later that evening when her parents had gone over to visit some friends, little fourteen-year-old Jenny slumped down in a chair. Feeling horny as usual the youngster decided to masturbate for a while. Most of the boys in the neighborhood who usually fucked her were on their summer vacations and her juicy little cunt was filled with nothing but frustration.

Pulling her panties off, she dropped them on the floor by the chair. Lifting her short skirt up, she leaned her head back against the cushion and began working her finger in and out of her slit, making certain to rub it against her hard little clitoris with every stroke. Closing her eyes, she tried to visualize that a nice stiff dick was gliding in and out of her slippery little slit.

Writhing around in the chair, she was close to a wild climax when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, shit," she said to herself, pulling her finger out of the juicy hotness of her cunt.

"Hi, Jenny," smiled Rex Walker when she opened the door.

"Hello, Rex," she answered, her face damp and flushed from the neat finger-fuck she'd been giving herself.

"Is Paula home?" he asked, stepping into the room.

"Nope," she answered, closing the door behind him and returning to her chair.

"Are you expecting her soon?" asked Rex, sitting down on a sofa opposite the child.

"She had to go back to the television station," explained Jenny. "She's there almost all the time."

"I know," grinned the boy who hadn't seen Paula since the night she had jacked him off, "I haven't seen her for two weeks."