Susan Carter - Father knows best

Before she could reply, Idrine felt Brian rotating his hands against her ass, causing pinpricks of delight to shoot through her anxious body. For a kid her own age he sure seemed to know a lot.

The boy's tongue felt like a flaming lance in her mouth, moving through her oral cavity like a burning buzz saw. Wherever his slender, solid body touched hers, Idrine suddenly felt part of her suddenly start to immolate. The aroused young girl gasped out a moan of passionate lust as Brian's tongue once again sank into the soft depths of her mouth.

"Let's get a look at you under all those clothes," Brian said to her, his words shooting into her ear like heated bolts of lightning.

"No," she snapped. "I don't want you looking at all of me."

"Why not!" Brian snapped back, jumping up and grabbing beneath her skirt for her panties. "You can see I'm all naked, and it doesn't bother me. And when I fucked your grandma, she was all naked and it didn't bother her. Come on, I wanna see your naked body." And he tugged, yanking down her panties, pulling them from her ankles.

Try as she might, Idrine couldn't fight off the boy. He tugged her every which way, yanking off her blouse, baring her pretty, tiny little breasts.

"You paid to see my grandma naked," Idrine snapped. "Otherwise she would never have undressed in front of you."

"So now d'you want me to pay you too?" Brian asked.

"I'm no prostitute," Idrine snapped. "I don't do things like this for money."

"No, you do it for love, I suppose," Brian yelled. "At least your grandma is an honest whore."

"How dare you," Idrine yelled.

"Oh shut up," Brian told her, and slapped her face.

Stunned, the girl lay back on the bed, feeling Brian's hands unzip her skirt. Then he was slipping if off, after which he tugged off her shoes and socks. But for the long, dark hair on her head, Idrine had a totally hairless body. Her skin was smooth and white, completely blemish-free, her small, pert breasts falling back into her body now that she was on her back. Her thighs were wide apart, and Brian had to admit, the pink gash he saw there was even prettier than that of Harriet Pembroke. A dribble of glistening moisture covered her hot cuntlips, and Brian believed her arousal was because of him.

"Nah, you don't care about sex," he chided. "So who do you think you're kidding, huh? That cunt of yours can't wait to feel my tongue, and you know it."

Looking up, still feeling the slap burning her cheek, Idrine realized Brian was the only thing in sharp focus. Everything else in the room looked like a soft blur. When he sat on the edge of the bed, she gasped, afraid, as he reached out for her, that he would hit her again.

Her hands pressed flatly against his chest and she felt her young body being pulled up, drawn against Brian's, until her shuddering, tiny breasts rubbed against the boy's hairless chest. His mouth was on hers, and though Idrine couldn't identify the taste as she kissed him, she had to admit to herself she liked it, not realizing she was tasting her grandmother's cunt.

His mouth pressed all the harder to hers, and he was standing up, pulling her to her feet for the moment. And then his kiss stopped, and he began pressing his lips against her small neck and throat, branding all kinds of kisses there.

"No," she wept, struggling, angry that he had dared to hit her. "No, no, no…" but it was a losing battle. As his lips began kissing the tops of her small white breasts she realized she was going to do everything he wanted. She was going much farther than her mother, though she was still a virgin. As Brian had pointed out, no cock had ever entered her cunt. Yet, like her mother and grandmother, she unknowingly had a yearning to enjoy these things. With each passing moment the yearning was becoming stronger.

Remembering how Larry Hunter had touched her nipples, Idrine saw Brian's mouth hovering over her small breasts and thought he would start sucking on them. He passed them by, kneeling and slowly kissing the slight curve of her belly, making the young girl gasp. When he'd caused her to stand so quickly, he'd caused the blood to come down from her whirling brain, and now Idrine was in danger of losing her balance. And as his mouth moved lower, the girl realized he was going to put his lips precisely where he said he would. He was going to kiss her pussy.

Her hands reached down and her fists curled into Brian's hair, gripping the strands to keep herself from losing her balance.

"Thatta way," Brian murmured, his lips against her bare pelvis.

Then the boy's lips were pushing into her juncture, his tongue reaching out to tickle the coral lips of her soaking pussy. His hands were on her upper loins, pressing them apart.

The pressure of Brian's lips on her flaming mount had been one thing, but when his tongue suddenly shot straight out and sank into her burning pits she twitched and shuddered. She felt the oral digit move into the throbbing wound of her simmering pussy, lapping at the flanges of flesh making up her outer labia.

Pulling her young body back, almost as if trying to escape the unfamiliar contact, Idrine felt the boy's hands move around and grip her young buttocks. He tugged her hot loins closer to his anxious face, his tongue nervously licking out and seeking the small flesh bubble of her clitoris.

Brian pushed her backward with his face while his hands continued clutching the molded roundness of Idrine's asscheeks, and suddenly Idrine found herself being tumbled back onto the bed. She felt Brian hoist her thighs over her shoulder, preventing her from picking up the upper half of her torso. Then he slid his palms between her soft, white thighs, pressing outward with his thumbs, tugging the tender, pink inner folds of her dripping cunt wide apart.

Idrine struggled, feeling totally helpless, feeling how obscene this appeared. She found her struggles were useless. There was no way Brian would let go. He had told her he intended lapping her seething pussy, and she could see he meant it. The idea both infuriated her. She could feel the anguished need for relief in her simmering cunt. It was just that Brian appeared like a wild animal, hovering on all fours with his face above her naked cleft.

The girl's small, forming breasts shivered as she stared at her cunt-hungry schoolmate who, because he had her legs over his shoulders, was forcing her youthful body to bend in a curve. His palms were now under her rectal cheeks, lifting them higher, even with his thumbs holding her pussylips wide apart. Her crimson gash was now higher than her head with her kicking legs dangling over Brian's shoulders.

Idrine could see the way the boy's eyes seemed mesmerized as he stared into the hot, wet pinkness of her feminine pool. She felt like a carnival sacrifice, lying there with her head and shoulders pinned to the mattress and her asscheeks high in the air.

His hot hands slowly moving up the length of her anguished body. His mouth was wide open, and the saliva inside was literally dribbling out, falling down the sides of his face as he pressed his nose into the soft, fleshy crevice between her naked thighs.

Her loins had the fresh clean scent of a deodorant soap, and even now, as Brian's nose inhaled the heady fragrance, spreading the naked, hairless pink lips apart, he shuddered, thrilling to the wonderful scent of her. His eyes stared straight into the frothing depths, and then, with a gasp of slurping hunger, he lowered his face and pressed the full length of his licking tongue all the way into her simmering hole.

Idrine was sighing with thrilling tingles, unable to believe how wonderful it all felt as the pressure of his lascivious, lapping, oral extension pushed ever deeper into the trough of her aching interior. She could feel his face pushing her warm labia farther apart. The girl's back ground into the soft mattress beneath her, and the silken sheets seemed to arouse her ardor all the more.