Ann Griffin - Skin summer

"Not many," she said. "Half a dozen. One of those was my brother's. I caught him jerking off in his room. Quite by accident, you understand."

"What did he do when you walked in on him?"

"He jumped up off the bed and tried to hide himself. I told him I only wanted to watch. I was fourteen. He was thirteen. He didn't want to let me at first, but then he got hot to the idea. I used to watch him every once in a while. But he wasn't that big. And neither were any of the other five I've seen."

Sam continued to stroke his penis, then dropped his hand and cupped his balls in it, stood massaging them. He saw her lick her lips. She was not, he could tell, the sort of whore that Brenda Markwell was. She was just a girl of the free sex generation, still a bit hungup, but free none the less. She had to be coaxed and led into giving herself, but he was confident he would have her. "How old are you?" he asked.

"Almost seventeen," she said.

"When did you see your first one?"

"I was thirteen. A year before I caught my brother. It was the gardener's boy."

"Gardener?" he said. So she was rich. More than a little. If her family had a live-in gardener, they had a lot of other staff too. Here was a source of lucrative income if he could bind her. Perhaps better than Brenda Markwell. "The others?" he asked.

"The other what?" She was slightly dazed now, hypnotized by his hands as they worked over his male baggage.

"Pricks. The other cocks you've seen."

It seemed to be the words "prick" and "cock" that finally turned the tables. They had been using euphemisms to refer to what dangled between his legs. Now that he had named it, some dam broke in her, and she came to her knees, walked a few steps on them, and pushed his hands off his organ, took his baggage into her hands and caressed him.

"That's nice," he said.

"I didn't know they were so big," she said. "It's long, but more than that – it's so damn thick!" She fondled it a while longer. "How do you ever get it in a girl?"

"Let me show you," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Of course. Oh, I wouldn't let you get away without letting me feel this in me." She stroked the hot root until a droplet of lubricant, clear and syrupy, rose out of j, the meatus. She giggled. "He's very anxious, isn't he?"

"I guess so."

"And what do you do with milk once you have it?" he asked, urging her on.

"Drink it," she said, leaning forward and licking away the drop with the tip of her tongue.

"Was it good?"

"Ummmm," she said, licking her lips.

"More?"

She leaned forward without warning and took most of his organ into her mouth and sucked it with expertise he had never before encountered. It was like being trapped in a machine built especially to drain a rod, a machine that science had spent the last hundred years perfecting. No girl with only five experiences should be able to suck like that. She knew enough to trace light patterns on his balls with the tips of her slender fingers, and before long his knees were so weak that he could no longer stand.

He pulled his prick out of her gorgeous lips and dropped onto his knees beside her. He took one breast in both hands and still could not contain all the warm, vibrant flesh. "I can't believe you're sixteen with tits like these."

"They're too big," she said. "What are they?"

"Thirty-nine C-cup."

"Not too big." He squeezed them, massaged them, concentrating oh the enormous nipples. "Though you could never breast feed a baby. He'd never get these buds in his mouth. But you're not too big. I don't like girls thinking their breasts are wrong. If you've got big tits, that's a wildly happy bonus for your man. But even if they're small, they're delightful. Small girls usually have better formed breasts. Though yours are perfect."

She pressed them up at him, and he took the hint, suckling the big dark nipples, still astounded at the size of them. While he licked and drew on them, he felt her hand going between his legs, clutching at his cock and squeezing it tightly. He continued to suck her tits, but used a hand to find her snatch and plug it with a finger. She bucked against him, mashing his head in her breasts, and he finger-fucked faster, more thoroughly.

"Don't make me come yet," she said. "I want to come with this in me." She squeezed his organ.

"That too," he said. He had almost completely forgotten about the money he might get from her if he could play this right. Her body had intoxicated him until he was dangerously delirious. But a small segment of his consciousness kept reminding him that he had to give her a long ride, multiple orgasms like she had never had. There was no other way to bind her to him so that he might eventually hustle her.

"I can't make it more than once," she said. "I'm a limit chick."

He swirled his finger in her soup, drew back his head to look at the rest of her. "Baby, with the stuff you've got, you're anything but a limited chick. If you've never come more than once at a time, you've just not been in the right hands."

He pulled her to him, crushing her breasts, working his fingers in her snatch faster and faster. His penis was pressed against her belly, and she moaned every time it throbbed. Then she was clutching him, pressing even closer, until she exploded, hissing hot air between her teeth and clamping her mouth down as if biting her own tongue off.

When it was over, he led her into the shallow edge of the reservoir where the water was only an inch or two deep, laid her down and moved his face between her silken legs until he was directly before the fascinating mound of her cockpit. It was unlike any vagina he had seen. The flesh was thick, the lips fatty and puffed out. It was a caricature of womanhood. He spread the furry lips and did not have to search far for the pearl of her clit. It was big, three times as large as any woman's nub he had thumbed and sucked before. When he tickled it with his tongue, she arched her back and threw her fine legs about his head. "Eat me," she said. "Gobble me up. My God, I really do think I can come again."

He set to sucking with more delight than he had ever felt. As her juices coated his tongue, he found that she had an indescribable musky taste, sweeter and creamier than any woman he had ever tasted. He worked his quick tongue all over the lips of her slit, as deep into it as he could go. He wished he had a serpent's tongue to lick the farthest recesses of her fantastic fuckbox.

"I'm coming… coming!" she moaned, tossing on the sand, wriggling her gorgeous body, burrowing her plump buttocks into the sand.

He licked faster, more furiously, and brought her through a twin explosion in less than three minutes. He planned to lick her until she came at least twice again, but he could not wait to screw her. His cock throbbed heavily, and he knew that he could not hold back his load much longer. He had never been with a woman he could not bring to at least half a dozen climaxes.

He moved up and probed at her sopping slit with the smooth head of his organ.

"Yes," she said, breathless, excited.

"I usually can give a girl more fun before I have come," he said, apologizing when it wasn't necessary.

"You come," she said. "I know I will. I have to with that Goddamned huge thing in me!"

She thrust her hips up.

Her puss slid around his swollen organ.

"Oh, God!" he said, falling onto her heavy tits, clutching her sides. "God, do you have a tight hole!"

She had her head thrown back now, her mouth open, eyes closed. Little grunts and squeals echoed up her throat as he rammed his log into her. She tossed her head from side to side, gasping, murmuring incoherently.

He grabbed her tits, tried to keep from shooting. He stopped the wild strokes and gritted his teeth, but it was too late. The big prick jerked and pulled against the slimy walls of her box, and a heavy wad of thick sperm spilled into her.