Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

The girl's cunt was wet and sloppy. River after river of cuntjuice dripped and ran down my tongue and into my mouth. I felt a trickle leave my own pussy. Without realizing it, I let go of her ass cheeks and began to stroke myself between the legs.

The second girl, no longer worried that I might be reluctant to do their bidding, stepped behind the other girl and began playing with her tits like she had mine. I heard her squealing in ecstasy and felt her cunt begin to quake around my tongue as her hips and thighs began to vibrate with urgency.

The little girl shook and trembled. Gripping my head from behind, she forced it against her, like she was trying to push my face inside her cunt. My mouth was open wide, my lips circled her crotch from the base of her buttocks to her clit, and my tongue slapped and flicked around wantonly.

The girl climaxed with a violent shudder and released me. I was weak. They helped me to my feet. Mark and Tony stepped out and replaced the girls. They handed me a cup of wine, made me gulp it down, then refilled it a second time before giving me a joint. I took a drag and sucked it inside only to have Tony scold me and tell me I wasn't doing it right. He took me in his arms, took a deep drag off the cigarette, placed his lips over mine and blew the smoke into my mouth, holding the kiss for a good minute as he stroked my quivering ass cheeks.

He took another drag and did it again. I sucked the dry, burning smoke into my lungs and felt myself going higher. He pinched my nose and toyed with the crack of my ass. I almost suffocated before he let me come up for air. We finished the joint that way, puff after puff, wasting none of it.

When we'd smoked it completely out, he made me gulp down another glass of wine. Tossing the cup back to Mark, he stood there fondling me. Giggling drunkenly, I started to unbutton his shirt. When I finally got to his pants, I had to kneel to get them off. I started to get up. But he wouldn't let me. He took my head in his hands and brought me face to face for the first time with a giant cock. It was at least ten inches long and an inch thick. It was a giant thing! It had a big red head and large veins which bulged along the sides. His cock was so taut that it bowed a little at the center like a tightly strung bow.

"Kiss my cock!" he demanded. I giggled drunkenly and let him guide my head forward. The crimson head of his prick seemed to look me right in the eyes. The light from the camp fire made the stream of cockjuice sparkle as it dangled from the glans. I felt the wetness wipe on my chin, and it stayed, dangling lewdly. The hot, stiff head pressed against my soft lips and I shivered, feeling my pussy juice drip from between my legs. Sensing that he didn't want a girlish kiss, I let my tongue flick out and circle the huge cock.

He pushed slowly forward. I felt his cock rub past my lips and press against my teeth. I opened my mouth and his cock slid hotly along my tongue. The staff tasted salty. It was as smooth against my tongue as the little girl's cuntlips had been, but so much more powerful and demanding. It was not only smooth but rugged. I could feel the big veins lining it, like huge knots, bulging from under the silky smooth skin.

The strong, sweet aroma of a man's crotch assailed my nostrils for the first time and mingled with the aroma of sweat. "Suck!" he gasped hoarsely. I sucked in and felt him push his cock to the back of my mouth. "Blow!" he commanded, and I blew, letting my cheeks puff out as he drew the prick back out. Under his guidance I quickly developed a rhythm of, in-suck, out-blow. The taut cock felt wonderful. It was warm and soothing at the same time, strong and brutal in its demanding need.

I got hotter and hotter, thinking in my dazed condition that he would lay me on the ground and fuck me at any second. But he didn't. Instead he pushed his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, stretching my jaws wider and wider. I reached up timidly and touched the base of his prick. It felt like a hot iron pipe. I ran my fingers over the wrinkled, little sack at the bottom and felt the balls inside as they slipped and slid around under my touch.

His hands held my head in position and I kept my balance by clinging to his prick. My other hand found my wet, hairy vee and slid into the center of my cunt. A shiver went through my crotch as I found my clitoris and began to rub it. The heat in my loins was unbelievable. The inside of my thighs were wet and slippery from the loads of cuntjuice which had dribbled from my pussy. I let my middle finger slide down to the opening of my cunt and draw the slick oil back up to my clitoris.

The cock in my mouth was getting more and more brutal. He pushed it in harder. I felt his prick jab past the back of my mouth and gain ground in my throat. I almost gagged. But it was what the boy wanted. He wanted his prick back there. In my drunken effort to please him, I wasn't going to be a sissy. I was going to prove to all those watching that I could take it. I made up my mind that it was all right, that I wouldn't gag and I didn't.

In a few minutes I found that by tilting my head like a sword swallower I could suck in all of his prick. The thrill of the hot, demanding cock in my throat was heady. The shaft lay on my tongue and spread my jaws as far as they would go. The hair rubbed hotly against my nose. The strong smell of sex and my own hand on my cunt drove me higher and higher. Spit ran from the corners of my mouth and dripped onto my tits. The hair on his strong thighs rubbed against my nipples, exciting them and making them hotter and stiff.

Mark undressed and knelt behind me. I felt his hands grab my hot tits and massage them as his cock left wet snail tracks all over my ass. Tony's big cock was roaring in and out of my mouth now. The rim caught on my teeth as he pulled out and his hairy groin, above his cock, hit my nose so hard it almost bloodied it when he drove home. His hands started making my head move from side to side and I could feel the pulsing prick rub against my cheeks as it drove past my teeth and headed for the back of my mouth.

Mark rolled my tits in circles, squeezing them so hard it hurt. Then he flattened them into puffy pancakes. One second he'd pull them out, stretching them almost to the point where they'd tear. The next, he'd hold them lightly and make them shake and dance like jelly. He tweaked my nipples. He twisted them lightly and pulled on them. He poked them back until they disappeared into the soft flesh and made them hurt. It was a good hurt.

The crowd watched the show and egged us on, clapping, beating on the bongo drums and chanting. The whole scene was like a dream. The scent of sex, the voices, the wine, the pot, the music, the thrill of the forbidden, all drove me on.

I felt Tony's cock expand and swell in my mouth. It began to throb and buck. A stream of strange, yeasty-tasting slime slid into my throat. He withdrew a little and some shot onto my tongue, mixing with my saliva and becoming foam. Another squirt from the powerful prick coated my teeth and spread across the roof of my mouth. It made me choke before I thought to swallow and I jerked away. His cock came out of my mouth and gushed two huge gobs across my nose before he managed to get it back in. I swallowed, feeling my girlish throat bob like crazy in an effort to fill my tummy with the mixture of spit and semen.

He thrust his giant prick to the back of my mouth, deep into my throat, and finished emptying it. The strange stuff tasted good as I got used to it and found I wanted more. His cock stopped bucking and started to shrink, but I refused to let go. I sucked so hard my cheeks caved in as I tried to empty his balls. My tongue flicked over the head of his prick, cleaning and caressing every last drop of it away before letting it finally drop from my mouth.