Unknown - Pony girl

Bill exclaimed at the softness and hugeness of her tits. Even for an eighteen-year-old, she was well developed. He couldn't touch her boobs enough with his face and tongue, rubbing his cheeks against them and licking them all over. He wanted to rub his feet on her boobs and his stomach and arms, and of course his cock which grew hard as he rolled back and forth in the valley between her boobs.

They kissed, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, while she let her hands slip down and run all over his veined cock and tickle his hairy balls. She liked to squeeze his balls in her hand, gently, and feel the one ball roll into the other. She wondered if she could make them switch sides.

Meanwhile, he seemed content to kiss her mouth with his tongue, sticking it way in deep, running over her teeth.

She thought he would never turn his attention to her more pressing parts; he avoided touching below her waist at all with his hands. She wondered if something was wrong with him, and checked once quickly with her eyes.

No, his penis looked all right, large and hard.

Suddenly, with the forthright understanding of a twelve-year-old, she sat up in bed and took his head in her hands. "Haven't you ever fucked a girl before? Is this the first time?"

He blushed in shame.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-two," he said.

She put her tongue between her lips and shook her head in coy dismay. Her boobs shook too in sympathy and he dove for them, sucking them, pulling them around either side of his head.

She let him play that way a while longer, then she pushed his hands away and said, "Are you ready?"

"Sit back there, no farther away. Way back, at the foot of the bed there, and just watch, so you get accustomed to what you see. When you want what you see, come and get it," she whispered.

He positioned himself at the foot of the bed as she had commanded and watched her. She propped the pillows up behind her so she could lie back comfortably.

She pulled down her white panties and spread her legs with her knees bent so he could take his first look at live female pussy. But she found that staring at his youthful fuzzy mustache distracted her so she closed her eyes.

She was thinking of the horse, Red Beauty, and his long slimy dick, when she parted her pussy with her fingers and showed him her meat. She stuck two fingers in, one on each side, and brought up for his viewing pleasure some of the redder, wetter inner meat. She poked her fingers way deep inside. They came up and out wet and shining and she made him lean over and sniff her fingers and lick them.

She parted the labia to show him the sweet little canal of pussy flesh that invited him down into the thicker meat of the love cave. She diddled with the labia, swatting them with her fingers so they filled with the excretion of desire and sat up bold and hard. The little nub of flesh between the labia she tweaked with her fingers.

"Wait, let me," he said. And he followed her directions like a willing pupil. She had creamed and creamed again under his deft fingers when he finally withdrew his sticky hands, and said, "I want it now."

"Take it baby, it's all yours," she said. And she held her cunt parted with her fingers for him as he brought his dry big cock to her opening. At first touch his cock became wet with her cunt-wetness and the big bulbous head of his cock started to slide right into her cuntmeat, like a kid being pushed off a slide.

He sank into her, and his cock parted her warm meat like a knife sinking into tender steak. He couldn't believe that it was his cock, his own aching, denied member, that could do so much so easily to this yielding pussy beneath him.

She WANTED him to stick his fingers in her as he stuck his big cock-finger in and out of her, she wanted him to smell the stale, fishy odor of her cunt. He could smell it as he turned away from kissing her mouth to stare down at the big animal – the red dick, that was taming her and making her melt like chocolate left out in the sun.

It was so different to come into a girl's pussy after a lifetime spent coming in his own hand. Her pussy was so… soft and enclosed and slippery. She gripped his dick with her pussymuscles tighter than he could ever grip with his hand, and she didn't let go. It felt like some creature had attached itself to him and was sucking on him, and he let her pussy suck and suck and suck him until he lost control and spurted his thick white cream into the deep pussy-smelling cunt.

They both sighed with pleasure, and soon after began touching again. He just could not get enough of her breasts, and he loved to watch her open her cunt to him from all different angles. He couldn't believe a woman would get on her hands and knees and let him look straight at her open cunt and her ass. It turned him on.

In the morning neither of them was very rested. Nevertheless, at noon, he swatted her out of bed. He had to report to his office, and she had to go take care of her business.

Gina was his sister, it turned out, and the abortion would cost one hundred bucks. Lena almost cried when she heard this. Bill had told her it might be expensive, but he hadn't known what the current going price was. The price was always changing depending on the current status of the anti-abortion laws in the state. She cried in Bill's arms that night, and he stroked her hair and told her not to worry.

"But where am I going to get a hundred dollars?" she sobbed. "I don't have any money left."

"You can get a job he told her," trailing his fingers in her cunt. He was quite bold now.

"A job doing what? I can't do anything," she said, writhing with pleasure.

"They need a girl, to waitress, at the cafe down the street," he suggested, placing his mouth on her cunt and trying the pleasures of eating out a young girl for the first time in his life. His tongue slipped way down deep inside her and she cried out in pleasure. It was like a little dick, except much more acrobatic than a dick, slipping and sliding inside her now, like a seal. He stuck one or two fingers inside her now too, while he continued the manipulations with his tongue. One finger plied inside her cunt, making her clit stand up tall and salute, while another lesser-privileged finger, stayed on duty at the fleshy mound between her labia making her come in two ways at once.

She couldn't let such sincerity go unnoticed. She promptly sat up, turned around and licked his hard cock with her hard, flattened tongue. She licked the cock starting at the bulbous head and straight down the underside of it, holding the pleased creature between steady fingers. After such rubbing had strengthened the hardness of the cock even more, making it stand up even straighter, she placed her lips over the top of the penis, so that the slick head of the dick slid in and out of her mouth while her hands frenzied him up and down.

Her fingers pumped the white cream up the shaft while her soft firm lips sucked the stuff out of him and slurped it up.

The next morning she went down the street to go to work. The train station district was rough and dirty, and she only wore an apron for two hours before she turned it back in and walked down the street stumbling and crying. She couldn't make change fast enough for the rough customers, and she dreaded their snide remarks and pinches on her behind. She was not cut out to be a waitress and she'd made only a quarter in tips. At that rate, she'd have the baby before she could get the abortion.

She waited for Bill in his room all that day. He came home with bad news. He was leaving for Tulsa, Oklahoma the next morning. He assured her that she could stay in his room in the meantime.

He took her out that night to cheer her up. He'd just gotten paid. He took her to one club and then another that he knew. They ended the night in a place one flight down where the drinks were cheap and the clientele bawdy, drunk and bizarre.