John Kellerman - Bold hot schoolgirl

"God, Cammy, please let me touch you! My balls are hurting so much I can't believe it."

Cammy moved her hips back from Ralph's eager hands. She'd dated him half the summer, but he'd never came on like this before. Maybe the pressure of school starting up was getting to him. Maybe she was getting to him.

"No, Ralph, don't do that…"

What Ralph was doing was sucking on her earlobe. Putting his tongue inside the delicate pink whorls and breathing heavily. Cammy just wasn't used to dealing with someone so eager to fuck. She glanced through the open window of Ralph's car and saw her porch light blink. Her parents were probably going to be pissed, even though she'd come home on time. They didn't like her being in a parked car with a male for over ten minutes. Ralph had been trying to get his fingers inside her panties for at least fifteen.

"I gotta go, Ralph. My mom's blinking for me."

"Just touch it for me," Ralph groaned, panting harder than ever.

"Touch what?"

"You know. My cock."

"No!" Camilla jerked her short dress down and grabbed her purse. "I really enjoyed the movie, Ralph, but I have to get inside."

"Just touch it real quick. Please!" Ralph gave her a sorrowful, helpless look.

Camilla sucked in a long breath and turned her eyes up. "Okay, but I don't have much time."

She couldn't see much in the deep shadows of the car, but she heard Ralph unzip his jeans. At least her folks weren't blinking the porch light anymore. It was on though, and the reflected glow let her see the slender, white shaft jutting up from Ralph's crotch. He took her hand and guided her fingers down.

"I have long daydreams about you doing this, Cammy," he panted. "Your fingers are so white and thin and I imagine them around my prick."

"No wonder you're acting like this. It's not good to think about that kind of stuff all the time."

"You drive me crazy!" Ralph sighed, pulling her hand down until she touched him.

Cammy felt the hardness and the heat and the silky texture of his cock. A funny little tremor went through her. Like nothing she'd ever experienced.

"Okay, I touched you. Now I gotta go."

"Grab me. Circle your fingers around me. Come on, Cammy, come on! My balls are about to explode!"

"They hurt?"

"Goddamn right they hurt. I've got blue balls over you. All that cum gets trapped in there and can't get out and it starts hurting. A guy can get real sick when that happens."

Camilla gave a short little laugh. "You're shitting me!"

"I'm not either." Ralph shut his eyes. "Yeah, squeeze it like that! Yeah, squeeze it and then let go. Yeah, Cammy that's helping a lot. Do it faster, would you? Maybe you could kinda move your hand up and down a little."

"Look, I touched you. Now I've got to get inside before…"

"Keep doing that Cammy." Ralph's fingers tightened around her wrist so she couldn't pull her hand away. "Ohhhh, God, don't stop now!"

Cammy was uncomfortable with what she was doing, but intrigued too. She knew that some girls did this kind of thing for boys all the time. She wasn't sure why she hadn't ever done it. Maybe because her folks were a little uptight about sex. Maybe because she thought it was wrong. Maybe because she was a little afraid of the fluttery feeling she was feeling right now. The hot, hard shaft her fingers circled was pulsing and for the first time she took a closer look.

Dark as the car was, she could still see the shape of Ralph's cocktip. It was like a mushroom with a long, thick stem. Her fingers were working the skin of that stem up and down, and, when her forefinger brushed against the dusky, swollen head, Ralph groaned and grasped her thigh.

"Oh, Cammy, you don't know how I needed this!"

"Is that enough?"

"You… you can't stop now!" Ralph whimpered, clutching her wrist again.

Camilla looked toward her house, then back at him. "How much longer?"

"Not much." Ralph swallowed hard. "Do it faster, Cammy! Yeah, like that!"

Cammy pumped her circled fingers up and down, working Ralph's cockskin until he was shivering and panting. It felt strange to feel the flesh sliding over the bone-like hardness underneath. She knew that when a girl fucked a man, she had to let him put that thing between her legs. There was a hole there for a man's prick to go into. She'd searched for hers and never found it, but all her friends assured her it was there.

"Okay, that's enough," she said, disturbed by the train of her thoughts.

"No! Just another minute!"

"You keep saying that."

"Just another minute, Cammy, I'm begging you!"

Camilla looked down at the bulging head of Ralph's prick. It was darker now and so was his cockshaft. Her long, thin fingers were white against that darkness, and she felt another indefinable tickle of excitement between her thighs. Her nipples were tender and erect against the silk top she wore. She was breathing faster too. She couldn't make herself breathe slow no matter how hard she tried.

"Uhhhhhh!" Ralph groaned, working his hips around on the car seat.

"What's wrong?" Cammy whispered.

"Nothing. Just keep… keep doing what you're doing." Ralph jerked a handkerchief from his pocket and pushed it at her.

"What's this for?"

Ralph gave her a funny look. His eyes were glazed and his mouth slack. When he tried to say something, the words all ran together. Cammy held the handkerchief in her left hand as she pumped Ralph's cockshaft with her right. He was starting to flop around and act weird. Like he was having a convulsion or something.

"Ralph, are you sure you're okay?"

"Nhhuuuhhhh!" he groaned, his ass pumping wildly. Camilla looked down to see the first milky droplet of cum forming at the tip of Ralph's cock. The droplet grew steadily until it was too heavy to perch there, it oozed down his cocktip and over her knuckles. Her first instinct was to wipe the strange fluid away. She'd read about semen before, but somehow she'd always thought it was some mysterious stuff that no one really ever saw. It was the stuff that had to go deep inside a woman's body where it helped make a baby. She'd never thought she'd have some on her hand.

"Don't stop, Cammy! If you do, I'll die!"

Ralph wasn't her most favorite human being on the planet, but she didn't want him to die. She kept pumping her fingers up and down and watched another droplet form. This one oozed down and she felt the heat. She smelled the stuff too, an odd, sharp aroma that frightened her.

"Ahhhhh!" Ralph sighed as a jet of white cum leaped into the air.

The slick strings of cum fell across Camilla's arm, but before she could wipe them off with Ralph's handkerchief, another surge of cream boiled out. The steamy, smelly stuff was everywhere. As Camilla wiped some from her wrist, another spurt drenched her fingers. She tried to stop jacking Ralph's cock, but he had clutched her wrist so she couldn't get away. She kept doing what he wanted. She kept milking the hot, slick cum from his prick. The cum had leaked down his shaft now, and, as her fingers slid up and down, they made a slick sound. His cocktip glistened with a cummy sheen now and still the hot aced was bubbling out.

"Oh, Jesus!" Cammy gasped, mopping at the mess with the handkerchief.

"Ohhhhhh, Cammy, you're doing me real good!"

"I'm not doing anything. You made me do this. You'd better not tell anyone, damn it." She jerked her hand free and wiped frantically at the strings of cum between her fingers. "If my dad smells this stuff on me…"

Ralph sat slumped behind the wheel, his eyes half-lidded. His cock was covered with arm and some of it had puddled in a fold of his jeans.

Camilla stared at him impatiently. "You're a mess. I hope you're satisfied."