Victoria Parker - The youngest aunt

Bobby pumped harder, quick rabbit-jabs of his huge prick, still spurting jizz in her cunt. Finally, Prissy fell back on the rug, spent, huffing, puffing for breath. Bobby collapsed on top of her, and they lay there entwined in each other's arms and legs.

"I love you, Prissy," he whispered.

"Oh, yeah, I love you, too, Bobby," she sighed.

Prissy went up to her room and Bobby dressed. Jill still wasn't home from shopping. After the television news, Bobby went upstairs and asked her if she'd like to go to the mall and see a movie.

They walked to a mall nearby, bought tickets and went inside. Prissy had dressed in a short white skirt and a black tank-top. She wore sandals, and her hair in a ponytail. Bobby had on his jeans, T-shirt, and a light-blue jacket.

They took two seats in the balcony, then Bobby went down and got a big box of popcorn. He came back with Cokes and the corn, sat down, and put the tub of corn on his lap, and they ate it and sipped their Cokes.

There was a man in his late twenties sitting next to Prissy, on the other side. Bobby finished the popcorn and managed to work the bottom of the tub loose, took it off, and then unzipped his fly and took out his hard cock. It stuck up into the empty cardboard box.

Prissy reached over to get some popcorn and felt his massive prick.

"Eceek!" she shrieked.

Her hand found his thick prick all hard and throbbing in the empty popcorn box. She inspected it with her fingers as if trying to make sure Bobby actually had his cock hard in the tub. She tickled up and down the prickshaft.

"You're so nasty," she whispered to him, turning to his ear. "You shouldn't do that in the movie."

But he had. Prissy withdrew her hand. He grabbed it and put it back in the popcorn box. She played up and down his cock, tickling, scratching the long cockstalk with her fingernails, touching him lightly, teasing his throbbing hardness.

"Oh, Prissy," he breathed hotly.

She slid down in her seat and her skirt skipped up high on her thighs. The man next to her looked over and stared at her beautiful legs.

Her hand clutched at Bobby's prick. He pulled her over and kissed her salty, juicy lips. A sweet popcorn kiss. He felt her tits. She pulled away.

"No, not here," she whispered.

Then she looked at the man next to her. He looked like an all-American quarterback – crew cut, very athletic. She saw the passion on his face. She smiled.

"Let's go fuck somewhere," Bobby whispered in her ear.

Prissy ran her hand over the other man's leg. She slid it up his thigh and found what she knew would be there. His cock was hard as brick.

"Oh, you tease," Bobby whispered as he thrust his hand up under her skirt and rubbed her cunt through her tight panties.

Prissy squeezed the man's cock, her fingers pressing into the rock-hardness, then she moved her hand away from it.

"Okay," she whispered, "let's fuck somewhere… but you'll have to pay me something, okay?"

"Yes," he panted.

They got up to get out. Bobby led the way, past the man, out to the aisle. Prissy followed, but stopped in front of the man as she moved by, their legs touching. The man trembled, and Prissy moved out into the aisle with Bobby.

"Here's twenty-five dollars," Bobby said, pressing some crumpled bills into Prissy's hand.

She put them in her purse.

He led her to the men's room. "Not here," Prissy said, pulling away.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the man's bathroom. He took her to a toilet stall, put a dime in the lock and let himself in, with her in tow.

He pulled her to him, and kissed her wildly, sliding his hand up under her skirt, dipping deep into her panties. Prissy clutched at his crotch, running her hands all over his curling hard-on. "Bobby, Bobby!" she gasped. "Not here in the toilet!"

"Yeah, here… no one will come in, not during the movie… if they do, we'll be quiet until they leave."

He was suddenly on her, pushing her against the side of the toilet stall. He took her panties down. She held her skirt up high and showed him her cunt. He stuck his hand down there and rubbed her pussy.

Prissy had never been more excited in her life… getting money to play with Bobby, the close confines of the locked stall, Bobby's fingers tickling her teenage cunt.

Now she knew what was really important in life… to enjoy the erotic pleasures of sex at all times.

Her hand squeezed on the cock-bulge in his tight jeans. She wanted to feel his huge fucker. She unzipped his fly and curled her fingers inside. His cock was too big to pull out. She unbuttoned his jeans. They split open. She found the fly in his shorts, inserted her hand into the cummy-soaked silt, grabbed his prick, and pulled the huge hard-on out.

She slid her fingers up and down the thick cockstalk, tickling his prick like he was tickling her cunt.

"Oh, Bobby," she whimpered.

"I like my hand in your panties," he panted. His knuckles bulged out the crotch of her pink undies. His fingers jerked and jiggled. His finger fucked in and out of her frizzing cunt.

"You're so darn dirty, Bobby… doin' this in the toilet with me. Oh, God!" Prissy gasped, a thrilling tingle sizzling her entire being, ripping through her like a shivering stream of hot pleasure.

"Jesus, I love you," Bobby whispered.

"God, Bobby, really? You're not lyin'?"

"I love you, damnit!" he huffed, his finger fucking faster and faster in and out of her sweet pussy.

"Are you gonna fuck me in here, Bobby?"

"That's what I paid for."

He pulled away from her and sat down on the toilet seat. His prick stuck up like a billyclub. Prissy stared at him. He slid his shorts down with his jeans around his ankles.

"Come over here," be said.

She moved so she stood in front of him. He lifted her skirt and slowly peeled her panties down on her thighs. He craned in and kissed her pussy mound, then sucked on her cunt. His hands slid behind her and he clutched at her magnificent ass.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm," he mumbled.

Prissy rolled her hips and pushed her pussy into his face.

He took her panties down lower, slid them over her knees to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. Bobby undid her skirt at the side and it too fell down onto her ankles. She moved out of it and stood before him in the black tank top and her mid-heel sandals.

He licked greedily at her pussy. His tongue fucked out with sizzling slap shots at bet sweet cunt. Prissy was lost in the wonderful ecstasy of his licking love.

Then they heard a knock on the toilet door.

"All right, let me in."

"Huh… Who?" Bobby asked, "Me, the one sitting next to you. Let me in, or I'll go tell the manager."

Of course, Bobby had no alternative. "Open the door, Prissy," he whispered.

She did so, and the handsome older man appeared, a sly smile on his face. "You got me all hot back there in the movie," he said, unzipping his fly. He reached inside and pulled out a huge prick.

He looked older in the light, maybe in his early thirties. "I'll just join in, okay?" he said.

Bobby had stood up. His cock was hard, and the man's prick, long and thin, stuck out stiff and rigid. The man unbuckled his slacks and took down his shorts with, them, let them crumple around his ankles.

"Oh, God!" Prissy blurted.

Both men stood against the side of the toilet with Prissy in front of them. She reached out with each hand and clapped a prick in each. She was excited by the feel of the hard pricks in her tiny hands.

She pumped on their cocks. Both of the men looked at her longingly. She peered up into their eyes. The passion there thrilled her, and the look of intensity on their faces told her she was in control of them. She felt a new power, a woman-power that she knew would be useful in the years to come.