Austin Williams - Widespread whore

"Take a walk in the woods instead of going to the movie?" Tuesday prompted.

"Yeah… that's it!" he seized on her words. "That's a great idea."

So they joined hands and walked into the woods, and made their way through paths of diminishing clarity to the old rock quarry. There were countless crevices and little caves where anyone could hide undetected, and it was into one of the larger caves that Bobo led Tuesday.

She followed eagerly. Not that she was prepared to offer her pussy up, but she did want to be with the big guy about whom she had heard such enticing stories. She was certain his tool was as big as everyone said, because she could see the outline of his cock when he walked.

He took her by both hands and faced her

squarely. "Tuesday, you're pretty," he said awkwardly. "I don't know much about how to tell you, but you know what I want?"

"No," she gasped breathlessly. "What?"

"I want to see you without no clothes on.

Tuesday tried to look dumb. "What for?" she said. "You mean get naked here in the cave?"

"That's right," he said, feeling his cock rising as she seemed to consider his request. "I'd get naked, too, if you'd let me."

"Then what?" she asked with about 50-percent innocence, and 50-percent hard-core curiosity.

"We could lie down and rub up against each other," he said. "I'd let you feel me… all over, and I could feel you."

Tuesday felt a tug in her britches. She really wanted to sample his tool; she wanted to see what it would be like to fuck a guy. But she hesitated. Her mother had filled her with great dread of the day when her virtue would be sacrificed to the lusts of a man. And Miss Douche had warned her as well.

So much fear of an erected cock had been poured into her that Tuesday could not shake it all over in a moment or two. She really had no desire for him to shove his dick into her pussy; rather, she wanted to feel his strong young muscles holding her, and she felt that it would be a worthwhile thrill to touch her boobies against the hardness of his chest.

"Is that all?" she asked; "Just to feel each other?"

He was sheepish. Bobo couldn't tell the girl a lie.

Hell, he was a straight-shooter and she was being straight. "You want me to tell the truth?"

"Yes, I sure do," she said.

"I was hoping we could fuck!"

He had said it. He held his breath, and to his surprised gratification, the roof of the cave remained intact.

Tuesday had never heard anybody give voice to

F-U-C-K. Nice girls spelled it or never used the term. Miss Douche made love; she did not fuck or suck. But Tuesday knew exactly what fleck meant.

It meant the keen slippery tool of a guy oozing its way into a cunt end touching parts up inside of a girl which were beyond tongues or fingers.

Her mother, Elmira, had hinted darkly that one cock insertion might be sufficient to drive a girl out of her mind. The best policy was to avoid dicks and the guys they were hung on. Nothing but trouble could come, but Tuesday was enthralled and enchanted. She wanted to see him naked and to lay her bare hands on his up surging dick. Throwing caution to the winds, and succumbing totally to her desire and her curiosity, Tuesday said:

"Okay, but you're not gonna hurt me, are you?"

"Oh, no…no…!" he stammered. "Not a bit. I'll feel ever so gentle."

She began to take off her clothes in a businesslike manner, and was almost naked, down to her bra and panties, when she noticed that Bobo had not begun to disrobe.

"Whatcha waiting on?" she said. "Go ahead!"

"I will, I will," he said. "I'm just waitin' a

minute."

"What for?"

But Bobo was embarrassed. Instinctively, Tuesday knew what his problem was. So, clad only in her underthings, a circumstance which made his cock jump and leap inside his pants, she walked close to him and tenderly took his prick in her hand. He gasped.

"Look, Bobo. I'm gonna see it in a minute anyway. Don't be scared. Heck, it was your idea to start with."

"I know," he said, bristling. "I ain't scared."

To prove it, he jerked his shirts over his head, and pushed his loafers off. Then he pulled off his socks. Well, there was nothing else to do. He flipped his fly open, and his pants fell about his ankles, and his shorts were not far behind.

His cock was the loveliest thing Tuesday had ever seen. It was eight inches… maybe longer. And it had a certain obtuse beauty about it. The shaft was well formed, and it supported the head proudly. Bobo was not mature enough for his balls to swing, but they were clearly visible. Tuesday was thrilled.

"I've felt yours," she said. "Do you want to feel mine?"

Bobo licked his lips. He let his hand slide up the

smooth inside of her thighs. Oh, how velvet soft it was! His whole being throbbed with desire and appreciation. What a wonderful creature a girl was! As his wandering fingers approached the junction of her legs, Tuesday instinctively allowed her knees to part, and this opened up her pussy and its mysterious hole.

Bobo panted. His whole was fluttering as he neared her cunt. Down the exit tube of his dick, he felt a tiny droplet of cooze ease out and was flushed, back over the head of his cock by Tuesday's hand. She was stroking his prick, and he was certain that if she persisted, he would shoot off. But he was no longer embarrassed. He was enthralled; in fact, he was all but hypnotized by the wonder of her body.

As he felt between her legs, letting his curious finger part the lips of her pouting pussy, he moved in as close to her as he could. Their bodies touched, and he could feel her tits against his chest. Oh, it was something else! Goddamn! Wait 'til he told the guys about this! But the hell with the story telling. He was on the verge of getting his dick dipped in the honey hole of a real cunt.

"Tuesday," he croaked in her ear, "can we lay down?"

"Lie down," she corrected his grammar. "What for? We can feel each other okay standing up, can't we?"

"It's better lying down," he said. "Besides, this is making me as weak as water. I want to pull you up close to me."

Tuesday was only human, and she wanted to feel Bobo as much as he wanted to feel her. "Okay," she said. "Let's get down, but I got to have something under me. I can't lie down in the dirt."

Bobo used his pants and underwear for a blanket and they both lay down on it.

Without a word, they turned to face each other.

She reached around Bobo and pulled him up to her, and met his mouth with a searing, tongue-fucking kiss. He was unfamiliar with real kissing techniques, but he had overheard enough conversations in the pool room to know what to do. He shoved his tongue out to meet Tuesday's, and allowed his cock to replace his hand between her legs.

Now that was more like it! The warmth of her thigh was sooo good! His cock throbbed and juiced.

Tuesday knew what was "going on because she had been thoroughly accustomed to a juicing genital. Emilia's cunt had flowed like the river Jordan when they had been eating each other's pussies. She was not then surprised to feel Bobo's hot dampness on her body.

She tiled to maneuver herself so that she would be able to straddle his leg and work her cunt against the muscles of his thigh. But he was not cooperative. In fact, he did not understand her maneuver. He kept pushing until his cock slopped up against her pussy hole, and when Tuesday felt that searing meat pressing on her cunt, she forgot all about trying to hunch his leg.

Oooooh! His dick was hot! She worked her hips about and dragged her clit over the raw head of his drenched cock. Bobo gasped, and reached around to grab her by the cheeks of her ass.

Tuesday had not intended to allow him to shove his cock inside her cunt, but when Bobo took hold of the bouncy cheeks of her ass, she responded by slipping a finger inside his asshole.