Jeff Collins: Cousin_s deep throat

"Oh, that's it, Cheri, rub against my cock like that!"

Cheri Robbins moaned and felt juice seep from her hot pussy to soak her panties.

Tonight was going to be the night, Cheri knew it. Tonight Bobby Blake was going to fuck her. And she was more than ready!

His lips parted as they ground against hers. Then his hot tongue came out and wormed its way between her lips. At the same time, one hand managed to slip around far enough to caress her tit. His hand was hot on her tit, his tongue even hotter in her mouth.

Cheri felt her body being turned sideways in the seat. And then the pulsating hardness of his young cock was against her belly. He found her hand with his and lowered it to his prick. Almost against her will, she eased her hand up and down its throbbing length and then squeezed it. It was as if she were testing its resilience in her hand.

He groaned.

She loved his hands on her tits. She reveled in the tingling feeling his palms gave her nipples as they rolled her nipples around and around on her chest.

But, as always, Bobby was never satisfied with just her tits. Not through the material of her blouse and bra. He would want to feel her bare skin. He would want to put his hand down between her legs. Harder and harder he would rub, until she would become a blubbering mass of frenzied, frustrated flesh.

Each time she had let him get that far it had been harder to stop.

And tonight she didn't want him to stop. She knew that if she let him get that far tonight, she would let him go all the way. Her tits were hot, thrusting into his hand. Oh, my God! she thought, suddenly realizing that he had untied her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were bare, cupped in his kneading hands. The nipples were like two hard raisins as they throbbed in his caressing palms.

She could feel the wetness from her pussy seeping through her panties and the skin-tight slacks she wore. The seam of the slacks had already edged its way up between the lips of her cunt. It was creating a friction on her clit that made her body scream for release.

She heard the sharp, rasping sound of his zipper and again his hand found hers.

"Ohhh, Bobby…" she panted, knowing what was coming next, and feeling her pussy ooze in anticipation.

"Touch it, Cheri… touch it and squeeze it!"

"Yes, yes!"

Her hand closed over the rigid thickness of his cock. It felt good, fantastic. Her thumb explored the rubbery ridge of his prickhead. It made her pussy tingle and seep all the more. She wanted that cock inside her. She wanted to feel it rip away her cherry and pierce her yet-unviolated pussy.

Bobby's body twisted until his hips were between her thighs, forcing them apart.

His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her damp pussy; he trembled with eager excitement and his cum-bloated balls ached with the need to be emptied.

Then, his caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own lust building even higher.

Cheri wanted him to finger her pussy. The thrill it gave her was a hundred times the thrill her own fingers had ever given her.

His finger came up against her already excited clit and her hips lurched.

"Is that it… right there?" he panted.

"Yes… yeah, right there!" she gasped, feeling her hips lift against the pleasure.

His finger slipped in farther with her movement. The pulpy layers of her soft cunt seemed to fold aside as he joined the first finger with a second and slid them both in a little deeper.

"Yes! Oh, yes, Bobby!" Cheri cried.

His fingers were making a steady in-and-out fucking motion while his palm pressed tightly against her throbbing clit. His fingers went in a little farther and he felt another lurch in her body.

"Does it feel good, baby? Does it feel good to your sweet pussy?"

"Yes," she whispered, unable to still the quivering in her thighs or the lurching of her hips.

"More… should I do it some more?"

Her face was bright red as she nodded. "Yes… yes, don't stop!"

"Reach between your legs and play with my cock at the same time!"

She closed her eyes and fumbled with her hand until it closed around his cock. Smoothly and swiftly she started pounding back and forth on his prick with her clenched fist. Oh, God, it was good! The blood and muscle throbbing from its center, vibrating in her sweaty palm. His cockhead dripping and pulsating with lust, lust for her pussy.

The feel of his skin, the power in his cock, muddled her brain. The hands squeezed his throbbing prick harder. Pull, pull! Pull it down and into you!

"Move your finger harder, faster!" she panted.

Encouraged, Bobby finger-fucked her in earnest. He slammed his fingers in and out of her cunt while his palm crushed her pulsing clit.

Cheri shivered and lurched her pussy against him as each jolt brought a new wave of passion surging through her belly. Her hands became a vise as they squeezed and pounded his prick meat. She could feel the rippling sensations spreading throughout her lust-soaked cuntal hole.

"Keep rubbing! Oh, God, Bobby, don't stop! Keep rubbing right there… there!"

"You gonna come?" the young man gasped.

"Soon," she said. "Soon!"

"I know… I can smell you getting hotter down there. It's fantastic!"

"Shut up and rub!"

She lifted her ass with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her hole. Her hips were a blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for her come.

As the movement of his fingers increased the pressure on her pulsating clit, her lips trembled, and he heard a blood-curdling sound erupting from her throat. He felt her cunt begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax.

Cheri felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming pussy. The ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she wondered if she were going to faint. It felt as if she were being splintered into a million pieces. Suddenly her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.

"Oh, Jeez, Cheri, don't stop! Don't stop pumping my cock…"

"Are you?" she cried, lifting one hand from his cock and frantically reaching for the hanky in her purse.

"It's comin'…"

She was too late.

His body convulsed like a wildly bucking stallion. He was spewing huge globs. She saw the spurting white liquid explode from the head of his spasming cock and tried to roll out of the way.

She couldn't it went all over her slacks, her blouse, her panties. It even splattered against her exposed tits and ran down to form a puddle between them.

"Oh, shit, Bobby… don't! Look out, it's going all over me!"

He collapsed across her, his body trembling from the exertion of his come.

"I… I… oh, Jeez, Cheri, I'm sorry," he panted. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she replied, an element of disgust creeping into her voice. "I guess so. But my clothes… God, what if I meet Mom going into the house?"

"Jesus, I said I was sorry. I just couldn't stop."

"All right," she sighed, "let's go."

They were silent, neither of them even looking at the other, the full mile back to town.

"Let me off here, Bobby," Cheri said as they reached the residential district.

"Here? But it's two blocks from your house…"

"I know. I'm going through the Stevens' back yard and sneak in my back door."

"Okay. Tomorrow night?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Call me."

"Jeez, Cheri…"

But she was already gone, scooting into the alley.