Ken Preston: Loving mother

The busty carrot-top looked up at him, her eyes pausing on his swelling in his pants before traveling up his muscular body to his handsome face. Her heart skipped when his soft bedroom-eyes looked down her blouse. She realized her top buttons had come undone. He could see way down into the soft valley between her full tits.

"Yes, I'm Ginger. Oh! You're Bob… Bob Reynolds."

"Right. Hey, you've grown up, Ginger." He sat down beside her, his leg brushing against hers. Now she couldn't see his cock getting hard from peeking at her exposed tits.

The talked up a storm, catching, up on each other's news since he'd been in her class at the high school. The more they talked, the more sure Bob became that he could fuck this chick. She didn't seem to mind his arm around her neck, or his leg pressing against hers. And she had not buttoned up her blouse! Her bra was thin. He could see her nipples rising up and poking out at him when he felt her bare knee.

It didn't take much talking to get her on his motorbike, headed out of town. Bob felt he had to move fast. His leave was almost over. She was an unknown quantity. They'd never dated. And he hadn't ever picked up on any rumors about her. Would she fuck? No guy he knew had ever said he'd gotten into her pants.

He found the same spot where he and Bunny had gotten it on. Ginger lay down on the grass beside him. Bob noticed she was rubbing her hands together, and realized hiss own hands were sweating and shaking a little. Was she thinking about playing with his cock?

They were quiet. Bob couldn't think of any more chatter to amuse her with. He wanted to fuck her! His hard-on was driving him batty. Now that he knew what it was like to be blown and screwed until his balls ached, playing around wasn't for him!

Without a word, he rolled on his side and put his arm under her shoulders. His mouth found hers. She opened her lips. Her tongue swooped into his mouth. Jesus she was hot!

Her full tit swelled under his exploring hand. The buttons on her blouse opened real easy. He pushed his hand under her thin strap. Ginger caught her breath. Her hard nipple burned into his paint like the tip of a red-hot poker. She clung to him, grinding her pussy-mound against his aching prick.

"Where's the damn catch on this thing?" Bob muttered, fumbling with her bra. She raised up and released it. His hand covered her trembling white tit. Jesus! She had beautiful creamy skin! Big nipples. Both of them. Perfectly matched, stiff, tasty nipples. Ginger's hand cupped his crotch, her fingers working, squeezing, driving him wild with his urge to fuck!

She lay back, her tits rising and falling rapidly. She didn't mind him staring at her tits. Her free hat moved his head from one nipple to the other. She writhed and twisted under his sucking mouth. God! He had it made! Now he'd have a story for the guys at school that would cream their jeans!

"Take my cock out," he whispered in her ear.

"I-I'm afraid to. You'll get too hot. You'll want to do it to me."

Bob raised up, looking down at her flushed face. "Don't you want to go all the way?"

Her hand clung to the bulge in his pants. She felt the wet spot that had grown bigger than a silver dollar. His cock was pumping pre-cum like it had gone bananas!

"I want to make love with you, Bob. You really turn me on. Your mouth… but… I'm cherry."

She bit her lip, almost ashamed of the confession she had to make. To be a virgin didn't put a girl with the in-crowd. That's why she had been sitting alone at the table in the coffee shop. She'd never put out, and the guys in town passed her up for chicks that fucked at the click of a belt buckle.

"Cherry!" Bob said. "Cherry! You! But you come on like a house afire! You want to fuck, don't you? Admit it! You want to feel my cock going into your cunt!"

"Yes," she almost shouted. "But it will hurt! I-I listened to my sister screaming when – when our daddy fucked her virgin cunt. It scared the hell out of me. I can't forget that night."

Bob kissed her. Long. Hard. Hotly. She began to squirm around against him. He pulled his zipper down and took his hard cock out and laid in smack on her hand.

"I won't hurt you. I'll be good to you, Ginger."

When her fingers closed around his throbbing cock-shaft, she was lost. Her cherry gone. Right then. Her resistance faded like a tiny puff of smoke.

"God, but it's hard!" Ginger gasped. She rolled away from him, sitting up. Her full tits swung out from her open blouse. She stared at how thick his cock was. How heavy and strong it felt. She shuddered with fear and anticipation. Her hand moved timidly. She caught her breath when his cock jerked in her fist.

Ginger resisted when he tried to push her down on her back. He rolled on top of her, then decided he was moving her along too damn fast. She clung to his prick, but her knees seemed welded together.

"Relax, honey. I promise not to hurt you. I won't do anything you don't really want me to. And… and I'll stop the minute you tell me to."

What bullshit he was feeding her! He was ashamed of himself. But Bob knew from the way she squeezed his red-hot prick that she really wanted to be fucked!

His hand tugged her skirt up. His fingers cupped her soaked nylon crotch. Ginger whimpered, but her hips had begun thrusting up. Her knees parted. Her hand moved up and down on him. Her mouth opened. She panted, licking her dry lips.

His finger cased in under the edge of her panties. Her legs opened a bit more. Her thumb rubbed his wet cock-head until he was sure he'd come before he even got into her pussy!

"Oh. Oh, Bob. You make my clit feel so good! It tickles and tingles! Here – push my panties away." She lifted up so he could slip her panties down her full ass cheeks and down to her ankles. She kicked them off, but promptly closed her legs tightly again.

Bob knew how to get her going. Fast! How to melt every shred of resistance. He leaned over.

Ginger felt his hot breath on her naked pussy. Her clit leaped up out of its nest of curly red hair.

"Your cunt smells so good," Bob whispered.

His tongue flicked out… Ginger gasped. Her cunt came up against the pressure of his broad tongue delving into her moist pussy-slit.

"Aaaaawwwww," she moaned. "Lick me. Oh, Jesus! Lick my cunt, Bob!"

The way she shook under his mouth – and the way every muscle in her beautiful body tensed and resisted his efforts to get her legs open – really turned the teen on! It was good to have to fight for it. But not too much.

He pried her knees apart, sucking her slick cunt with ever technique he knew, to break her down completely. Her knees lifted. Her pussy opened like a spring bud. Her hands flew to his thick hair, pulling his head tightly against her crotch.

"Suck! Suck! Suck me!" Ginger panted.

He got her legs open wide and pushed up against her heaving tits. He licked her from clit to asshole. The heat from her body felt like the blast from a furnace! Her cunt-flesh was, smooth as velvet. She was shaking with fuck-lust, whether she knew it or not!

Bob wanted to switch around. To slide his aching cock into her wide mouth. The way she French-kissed told him she'd be a terrific cock licker! But he was afraid to move her down the path to total surrender too fast.

"You've got a sensational pussy, Ginger," Bob told her. She looked at his misty eyes. At his full lips wet with her cunt-juice. She groaned and pushed his head back down.

"Don't stop licking me. Please don't stop! Ever! Ever!"

Bob would have been willing to suck on her cunt for the rest of the day, if his mother and sister hadn't taught him how fantastic it was to get into real fucking. Real sex. This is what she had to learn. Now!

The taut skin of his prick was slick with his juice. And she was so wet he knew he could slide at least his cock-head into her virgin cunt without her flashing back to the night she'd laid cringing and crying in her bed, listening to her daddy rape her sister.