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CHAPTER ONE
"I think I'd really like to feel those hot lips of yours sucking on my cock," Frank told Virginia. He chuckled a little as she blushed. She was such a hot bush he could hardly keep his erect prick inside his pants. It was really hurting him and bad.
"That's gross," she primly told him. The heat of her embarrassment was slowly fading but still the way he'd so boldly approached her rankled her. The very, idea!
"No, it's not. I think it would be fun. You look like a Grade A cock sucking chick to me. Am I wrong?"
"YES!" she flared.
He laughed again. That made her even more uncomfortable. There, was something about him that both repulsed and attracted her. She didn't understand what it was. He was attractive. One of the handsomest guys in any of her college classes, in fact. She knew that any of the other girls along on this geology field trip would have fallen all over themselves to get a chance at Frank's long cock.
At least, she thought his prick was huge. If the bulge in his jeans was any indication, it was a monster.
Not that Virginia had had much experience in guessing how big that prick was likely to be. She wasn't the least bit familiar with such thing. Nice girls didn't fool around.
She was a nice girl.
"Do you have to study hard?" he asked, innocently.
"What do you mean?" She was really uncomfortable with Frank. He made her feel unclean. The way he looked at her left no question in her mind what perverted things he wanted to do to her.
"I mean, do you have to study hard to be such a prick teaser?"
"I never!"
"No, you never put out. And that's about all you never do, damn it! How can any normal guy see you sitting there in that skin tight pair of jeans and not get a hard-on? Hell, I could call heads or tails if you stuck a dime in your back pocket. But you won't do that. Know why? You couldn't fit even a thin dime back there in that pocket!"
"My clothing is no concern of yours."
He went on as if he hadn't heard her. "And that work shirt you're almost wearing isn't helping any."
His hot breath gusted across her tits as he raved on.
Self-consciously, she looked down at her shirt. Sure, it was unbuttoned two buttons. But all the girls wore them that way. And if she had a better set of jugs than any of the other chicks out on this field trip, was that her fault? She couldn't help it if her tits were bigger, finer, more desirable to men's animal instincts.
"And no bra," he finished. "God, the way those nipples of yours poke through that cloth is downright criminal."
She tried to pull back a little from the cloth of her shirt as if it were suddenly hot. It was too tight. Her nipples continued to press into the thin fabric. The tiny mushrooms were obvious, that she had to agree about. But so what? He didn't have to get turned on by it. It wasn't her fault if he couldn't control himself. After all, she was just wearing the same type of clothes the other girls were.
"Hell with you," he stormed, struggling to turn in the van. The bedrolls and supplies were in his way but he managed to climb over the mountain of equipment and into the very back of the van where Virginia's best friend, Phyllis, was sitting and looking out the rear window.
Virginia wasn't sure how to take Frank. He was handsome but the way he expected all the chicks to jump through a hoop bothered her. It bothered her almost as much as her obscene desire to do whatever he ordered her to do.
But she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't go to bed with a man. Not until they were married. That was what her parents told her nice girls did.
Looking back over the mound of equipment, she was just able to see the tops of the other two's heads. Then Phyllis' vanished. Curious, Virginia managed to work herself around a little and peer around the supplies.
She gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing; Phyllis was actually running Frank's zipper down. And when his cock snapped out, long and hard and ugly red she almost cried out. She had to warn her friend not to do anything wrong.
She'd only known Phyllis a few weeks since the semester had started but Virginia felt as if she'd been friends with the raven-haired girl for years and years. She just wished Phyllis could have gone through the four years of high school with her. Those had been such lonely times. No one had understood her. All the boys were absolutely perverted like Frank and all of them wanted only one thing to fuck her.
Phyllis seemed to understand. Together, the start of college had been less of a hassle. Virginia actually felt as if she belonged at long last. The two of them could kick the world. But not now.
Virginia started to cry out, but couldn't. She watched as her friend's ruby lips kissed lightly on the very tip of Frank's prick. The girl worked her lips around the very end of that quivering cock until she'd taken the entire glans into her mouth.
Making obscene sucking noises, she worked her way down the prick until the spying girl was sure she'd have to choke to death. She not only didn't, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
"God," Frank said, "I love the way your hot mouth moves all around my cock. You're an angel, baby, a living angel. Not like that frigid bitch of a roommate of yours."
"Ummmm," was all the comment the sucking girl made. Virginia could see the look of rapture on the girl's face as she used her tongue all around the very tip of the jerking prick.
What was it that made her friend do that? She looked as if she was actually enjoying sucking on that ugly cock!
"Want me to kiss your balls?" she said.
"Baby, do anything you want. You know all the moves, yeah! Oh, yeah! That's the way. Go on down on me. God, this is tooooo much!"
It almost was for the spying coed. She was getting a real eyeful. The sight was so gross it made her sick to her stomach. But she couldn't force herself to turn away.
There was something, almost hypnotic about watching her friend give this stud head. He was slowly leaning back against the equipment; his hands shaking a little bit as he ran them through the girl's glossy hair.
"Love it to death," he commanded. His hands laced through the girl's hair and he began guiding her head up and down his prick in the exact motion he liked best.
A wet plop and the girl said, "Don't hold back, Frank. If you feel like coming, do it! I love the taste of a man's jizz. There's nothing finer in the whole Goddamn world!"
"I can't believe it. Most chicks hate it when a guy comes in their mouth. But you want it, do you? You got it!"
Virginia watched a lewd smile cross her friend's face, then she couldn't see the details very well. The face was pressed firmly into the man's groin. The loud sucking and kissing noises filled the back of the van. The hiss of the air rushing by outside was drowned out. She worried that Dr. Preston might hear and stop the van. How could she alibi her best friend out of this?
She'd have to tell the truth. Frank had to be forcing Phyllis to do this horrid thing to him. There was no other explanation. She couldn't buy it that Phyllis actually got off a sucking cock.
That wasn't natural!
Yet, she had to admit the way her own cunt was churning. It wasn't natural, either. She felt the thin flow of cunt juice leaking from her pussy. In spite of this unnatural act being performed where she could see it, she was getting turned on. Hating to admit it, she rubbed hard across her crotch hoping the deliciously sinful feelings would go away.
They didn't. If anything, the feel of her own hand working all over her pussy made them worse.
She found she couldn't stop herself from masturbating once she got started. The sexy sight in front of her somehow stoked her inner fires. She was burning up inside. Her cunt was oozing out its oil faster and faster. Her hand almost flew over the rough exterior of her denim-covered crotch.
The way her panties chaffed and rubbed into aroused cunt lips caused her breath to come faster, harsher. Soon, she was panting like Frank.
She wondered if he was feeling anything half this intense. From the way he was babbling, she didn't know.
"Keep going, baby, oh sweet Jesus, keep that mouth sucking on my cock. Never felt a chick who could give a blow-job as good as you're doing."
The long pole of his cock appeared from between Phyllis' lips. It came out slowly, lewdly. The wantonness of it made Virginia even hotter. She couldn't explain it. Her head was tumbling around and around and she couldn't think.
All she could do was keep her hand moving along her covered sex gash. The juices from her cunt had drenched her jeans and left a big wet spot. Wouldn't do any good to hide it. She was too far-gone to even think of doing such a thing, anyway. Right now, the delightful feeling lancing into her cunt and spreading like wildfire occupied her attentions.
She moaned, low and deep. The girl was suddenly frightened. What if the two in the back of the van heard her? They'd think she'd been spying on purpose. She couldn't let that happen. Biting down into her lower lip was painful. Blood flowed where her sharp teeth punctured sensitive flesh.
But it stifled her outcries. She hated herself for this. But the sight of the two in the back doing such awful things had gotten to her in some way she'd never experienced before.
Just the sight of that long, rigid prick was enough. But to see her best friend actually sucking on it was shocking.
The way it shot back and forth into her mouth should have disgusted the spying girl. She knew it. But it didn't. That made her feel even better than before.
She was able to watch her best friend being face-fucked while she masturbated and wasn't sayings thing to stop any of it!
Right then, Virginia found herself hating Frank and Dr. Preston and herself. Herself most of all. She was a good girl and good girls didn't watch such perverted things. Actually taking that hard, throbbing prick into her hot, sucking mouth!
She couldn't understand what it was that they enjoyed about it.
"Shit, baby, I can feel that tongue of yours really working at me. I-I can feel my balls tensing up. God, it's like I'm going to explode."
The girl's head was flying up and down the prick now. She was sucking so hard her cheeks went hollow under the suction. And her fingers were caressing the hairy bag of balls.
"Can't hold it in. Ready, b-baby! I, unnni, ohhhhh!"
The first convulsive jerk made the man's prick leap from the girl's mouth. The white-hot spout of cum splattered into the coed's face. She eagerly grabbed the spouting cock and stuffed it hungrily back into her mouth.
Sucking even harder, she clamped her lips around the end of his prick until the very last drop of his jizz had been milked. And then her snaky tongue lashed out and began working on the come dripping down her face. When the last of the sticky white goo had been lapped up, she smiled.
"You're super, Phyl. You give the best head in the whole damn school."
"Not the best in the whole city?"
"Well," he teased.
She flicked his balls with her thumb in what must have hurt Frank. He let out a yelp that startled Virginia.
"Watch that. How the hell should I know if you're better'n every cocksucker in town? All I've done is concentrate on the college."
"Ah I'll bet that keeps you worn out," Phyllis said.
"Not for long!"
"Braggart!"
"Let me show you."
What disgusted Virginia the most was that he did. In an improbably short time, he had another hard-on.
She managed to have a little come. Not much, not as big as she'd given herself looking at pictures of all the brawny movie stars, but enough to keep her silent for the rest of the trip.
Virginia had a lot to think about. Did the other girls do this sort of thing all the time? She couldn't believe it. Phyllis was a good girl. A good girl just like she was. Virginia was certain of that. Surely, Phyl had never had that ugly cock of a man shoved between her legs.
Shuddering, Virginia thrust the thought from her minded. But she was uncomfortable with the way her cunt continued to dribble out its thin love juices.
CHAPTER TWO
"Good set-up, Virginia. You do much camping?" asked Dr. Chambers. The man was tall, muscular and had an air of authority about him that sent shivers up and down Virginia's spine. He was so damned competent!
"A little, sir. With my family."
"You don't have to call me sir. Hell, I'm not more than ten years older than you. Call me Joe."
"Well, if you say it's okay. Sure, Joe." She smiled shyly. She wasn't sure if she should do this or not. It was so familiar. And he was her professor. He'd only been teaching for a year and wasn't more than ten or eleven years older than she was, but still, nice girls didn't flaunt authority.
She jumped a lot when he pinched her on the ass as he left. Blushing fiercely, she glared at his back.
Phyllis said, "You sure made a big hit with the Prof. 'Call me Joe', indeed! Hell, Ginnie, you're gonna see if he's hung like a stallion real soon. And if you do, please let me know!"
"Wh-what?"
"Us girls have a bet going on to see who fucks Joe Chambers first. God, what an ass he has. All tight and muscular. Not an ounce of fat on him. Nowhere can see."
"I'd never!"
"Don't be such a prude, Ginnie. You can. Will you tell your buddy about it? Share the good times, for Christ's sake!"
"That's not what I meant," she said coldly. But Phyllis was already off and talking with Nancy Duncan. Virginia simply stood open-mouthed looking at her friend. She would never dream of allowing a man, any man– even Joe Chambers – to get into her pants. And to think she had been asked to share the experience if it happened. It was down right gross.
Nice girls didn't do things like that.
She drifted through the rest of the day being sure she had all her notes and pictures of the types of rock they were supposed to search for on this field trip. Virginia was aware of both Frank and Joe Chambers watching her every time she bent over.
At supper that night, things weren't much better. She knew Frank spoke just loud enough for her to overhear. He was talking to his best friend, Ron Larkin, the football jock.
"…and then she turns all icy on me and says for me to beat it."
"Beat off, you mean," joked Ron.
"Same thing to her… I bet she's never been fucked. Cold and I bet she's frigid. So I said to hell with that and got the foxiest chick on this trip to suck me off."
"You mean the hot bush over there?" Ron painted with the end of a smoldering stick he'd pulled from the fire.
"That's her," agreed Frank. "Phyllis is her name. We're going out a little later and I'm gonna get me a piece of ass then, sure thing."
He kept turning just enough so that Virginia was aware he was speaking as much for her benefit as for his friend's. She was beginning to hate him and the way he acted. Still, under all of it, she wondered if he was half as good a fuck as he thought he was.
She knew she'd never find out. She didn't want to know. Glumly, she pushed away from the group around the fire and went to the tent she shared with Phyllis and Nancy.
Crawling into her sleeping bag, she undressed.
She hadn't realized how tired she was until lying down. In a few minutes, she drifted off to a troubled sleep.
In her dreams, a huge cock was chasing her, poking her in the ass, probing for her cunt. And she liked it. She moved and wiggled her ass so that the big eye would follow her. It was obscene. She hated it.
And still she wanted it to fuck her. Once, sitting on a low wall, she'd even spread her legs wantonly to the huge prick. It smashed into her and she gasped as it fucked all the way up her juicy cunt.
Then she was being shaken awake.
"Hey, Ginnie, wake up. You're having a nightmare."
Phyllis reached over and shook Virginia, Virginia moaned then opened her eyes.
"Huh? I oh, hi, Phyl. What happened?"
"You were shouting and moaning and carrying on. Thought you had a guy in there with you."
"Don't be crude."
"Hell, I never fucked in a sleeping bag. I don't have the foggiest idea what it'd be like. All I know about's regular fucking. Though what Frank and I just did is certainly anything but regular."
"What'd you do?" asked Nancy, suddenly eager. Phyllis turned to their tent-mate and said, "It was like something out of a book! Frank and I went off until we found this mossy spot under a tree. He undressed me, really gentle. His hands explored all over my body. Wow, when his hands touched my poor little boobs, I almost came! I mean, God! I was creaming all over myself by then. My crotch was drenched with cunt juice. And then, well, you don't want to hear about that."
"I do, I do!" shouted Nancy.
"Shush, not so loud!" cautioned Phyllis.
Virginia couldn't believe her ears. The girl in the tent with her wasn't the Phyllis who was her friend back in college. This was a sex fiend. This girl was a certifiable nymphomaniac intent on getting all the cock she could stuffed up her twat.
"Okay," Phyllis said, confident now she had an audience. "He started kissing my tits. He'd suck one nipple into his mouth, then tease it a little with his tongue. When I was so strung out I was about to come, he began kissing and licking down my stomach."
"That's exactly the way Ron and I started off last week," exclaimed Nancy. "You suppose they compare notes? He actually managed to unbutton my blouse all the way down with his mouth. That tongue of his feels like a snake when it worked down inside my jeans."
"Bet he couldn't unfasten your jeans using only his tongue and lips. Frank did," boasted Phyllis.
The vision came to Virginia. The man lying on top of Phyllis, his mouth slithering all over her naked chest. From one tit to another, he'd leave a trail of saliva behind. And when he tweaked down hard enough on her nipples, they'd pop up hard and red and pointing at the sky. The milky globes of tit flesh would be pulsing with desire. Almost at the bursting point, they would prove the girl was definitely aroused and hungering for the feel of his tongue in other places.
"And then his tongue stabbed all the way up my cunt. God, did I come! I felt as if the top of my head was blown off! Never had a climax so big before."
"Sounds like what Ron did to me. He licked all over my clit until it was hard and pointy. Looped his tongue around and then slowly worked his way up to the very tip. By that time, I was about ready to explode. When he sucked my cunt between his lips and then had his tongue on it, boom! I was off. But he didn't stop," she continued. "He worked on down to my pussy lips. He ran his tongue back and forth licking up all the love juices that was leaking out. Said he didn't want them to go to waste."
"Bet he didn't get off on it like Frank did. He told it was like drinking wine, only tastier. I can still remember the feel of his tongue pressing into my cuntlips. Each rough touch sent a little tingle all the way up my spine."
She gave a convincing shudder to emphasize how good it had been having the man's mouth all over her snatch.
Virginia's hand drifted to her own crotch. She was sleeping in her panties. She found them totally wet from her lusts. It was hard to believe she could have been so turned on by the lewd mouthing of her two friends. She tried not to listen but there was something fascinating about the words.
Fingers moving along her pink, gently scalloped inner pussy lips, her middle finger slipped easily all the way into her cunt. The slick, velvety folds of her pussy parted for her finger. She began finger-fucking herself as she listened to Phyllis and Nancy brag about getting laid.
Virginia still couldn't believe Phyllis was capable of such obscene behavior. The girl was her friend and she was a good person. A nice girl. But she surely had an active imagination. It couldn't hurt much if she just listened to the girl's obscene story. It was all made up, of that Virginia was sure.
It had to be.
"Yeah, his tongue swirled around inside me like a tornado. He felt like he was going to rip me apart, and with his fuckin' tongue! I couldn't stand it. I ended up begging him for his cock. My whole Goddamn cunt was on fire. And everything was spinning around crazy."
"Same thing happened with me," said Nancy. "As soon as Ron found my pussy, he was pushing me right up there to the brink of orgasm again. My whole body was on fire. And the way his tongue fucked into me, I thought he had an extra cock."
"I know what you mean. He even licked all the way back to my asshole. When he shoved his tongue into my asshole, I did come. I couldn't help myself. It was just too much for one girl to bear!"
Nancy smiled and hummed a little tune to herself. "I heard music. I really did. All the time he was licking across my bush and sucking cunt up between his lips and thrusting his tongue into my cunt, I was hearing a tune like this."
As she hummed, Virginia found finger stroking in and out of her cunt in rhythm to the song. She was panting now and trying to hide her arousal. It was obscene that she could let herself get this carried away. The girls were only swapping lies. Those things hadn't happened to them.
But if only they had.
Her tits were throbbing with need. She wondered what it would have been like if Frank had been there to suck them. According what Phyllis said, he knew how to suck on the nipples in a special way that made her feel better than if she simply took them between thumb and forefinger and began working her nipples around in small circles. The lances of delight surging into her body warmed her. The warmth spread like napalm was consuming her. She was alive, more alive than she could ever remember being before.
"And then I felt his cock pressing into my cuntlips. I knew I was in for a lot of fucking then."
The aroused girl couldn't even tell if it had been Phyllis or Nancy mouthing those vile words. Vile they might have been, but they were the signal she needed. Her hand went back to her bush. She rubbed across the pussy mound a few times, then let her finger slip into her cunt again.
While one hand diddled her cunt, the other was pressing hard to get that finger as far up into her pussy as possible. When she discovered one finger wasn't enough to satisfy her, she added a second. A third quickly joined those. She felt as if she was going to pull herself apart.
It felt great!
The blood was pounding hard in her ears. But she could still hear the other two talking about the ways they'd gotten themselves fucked by Ron and Frank.
"…I thought it was fuckin' piston! Rigid, Christ, he was stiffer than I thought any man could get. And could he fuck. He was a machine. He didn't stop till I'd came three or four times."
"So you were counting? I couldn't. He had me coming like a machinegun going off. All I could feel was his thick cock drilling hard into me. He fucked better than any guy I ever found. And when I felt the pussy juices running down the inside of my leg, even that got me off. It was the perfect fuck."
Virginia's hand clamped hard on her clit. She squeezed the little spire between thumb and forefinger. It was slippery but she stroked along the slopes as hard as she could. Her body was a raging forest fire now. There was no holding back her emotions. She was being ravaged by the thrilling sensations in her twat.
She bit down on her lip as she came. It was a lot more intense than the one she'd had in the van. This was spreading throughout her belly, then washing into the remainder of her body. It wasn't the brain-blowing orgasm Phyllis bragged about, but Virginia was sure the girl was making all that up. To actually have a man's cock stuffed all the way up her pussy would be more than she could bear. She was positive that Phyllis was just bragging about something she had never experienced.
"Ah," said Phyllis, "he got it up again in record time. This afternoon when I sucked him off, he had his erection back in less than five minutes. I tell you Frank is some kind of sex maniac. And I can fuck like a bull, too."
"A real cocks man, huh?" asked Nancy.
"You said it. He got me off a half dozen more times before he came. I could feel his jism spurting into me. I thought he'd stuffed a gun up my cunt and pulled the trigger. I could really feel each and every drop of his cum as it shot into me."
"Sounds super."
"It was, it was. I can't wait till we get out into the mountains tomorrow and go looking for rocks. I can tell you right here and now, its his rocks I'll be looking for!"
CHAPTER THREE
"And this is a good example of the type of rock outcropping I mentioned in class last Wednesday," said Joe Chambers, pointing to a definitely phallic pile of rock.
Virginia saw Phyllis sidle up next to Frank. Her hand reached out and grabbed him by the balls. He moaned and bent double but he didn't say a word.
Virginia saw the looks in both their eyes. They were enjoying this to the utmost.
She couldn't believe her friend was actually going off with Frank. In spite of her conviction the night before that Phyllis had been making up all those vile things just to shock and embarrass her, she couldn't understand what the girl saw in Frank.
Phyllis held him back from the rest of the group and actually ran her hand down the front of his pants. There was no way Virginia could mistake what her friend was doing to the man's balls. She was squeezing and kneading them like lumps of bread.
Disgusted, she turned her back on them and hastened off to catch up with the rest of the students. Let the girl fuck her brains out. Virginia was going to learn something on this field trip. That was what she was for.
"And over there is rovle strata you'll see again on a test. Better copy it down so you won't forget what it looks like," Joe was saying as Virginia came up. He smiled at her.
"Okay, class, head for the hills. You all have a list of the types of rock I want you to find and bring back. Be at camp by noon. If not, I'll send the forest rangers out for you. And you wouldn't want to embarrass them, would you?"
"Hell, we could embarrass the fur off the bean," one student mumbled.
Joe didn't seem to have heard. "Off you go."
Virginia watched the others pair off as they headed on the rock hunting expedition. With Phyllis behind the group, probably letting Frank fuck her silly, Virginia didn't have anyone to team up with. She shrugged it off. It was just one of those things. Like high school, she was used to being left on her own.
She started scrambling up a rocky incline in search of the first of her samples. In a way, it was like a scavenger hunt for her. She was breathless and flushed by the time she reached the top of the rack slide.
Standing there, hands on hips, was Joe. He smiled and said, "I thought you'd be coming up this way. I decided I'd join you."
"Sure," she said. "You can help me find the rocks."
"And maybe you can help me get my rocks off."
"Huh?"
"You heard me the first time. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've wanted to lay you. God, you can't imagine how horny I get standing up in front of the class seeing you out there."
"Horny? I don't…"
"I can see all the way to your snatch every time you cross your legs. It drives me wild! Sometimes, I don't know how I stand it. But now that we're alone, why don't we…"
"Hey. Stop that!" she cried, batting his hand away from her tits. "I'm not like that. I don't know what's gotten into you, Dr. Chambers, but I'm not the kind of girl who puts out."
"But, in class. The way you lick your lips. The way your ass wiggles as you walk out. I thought… I thought it was for me."
Virginia was confused. It seemed as if all the men wanted one thing and one thing only to fuck her.
She'd have to put the professor in his place. "Look, Dr. Chambers– Joe – I simply am not like the others. When I get married, then I'll have sex."
The words stung her tongue. She almost flinched as she said them. Nice girls didn't mention things like this in public. Even though Virginia was beginning to doubt her parents were right all the time, she knew they had to be a hundred percent correct on this.
Still, hadn't Phyllis seemed okay until this trip? It was obvious she was friendly and the best friend she'd ever had, but that obsession she had with fucking. And the words she used! Virginia knew she'd never be able to bring herself to say half of those things, even after she was married.
"Sorry, Virginia, I guess I misread you. I didn't mean to come on so strong but I thought you wanted it."
"That's okay, Joe. I'd like you to be my friend."
She hoped he didn't get the wrong impression of her.
"I can handle that, I suppose. Friends?" He stuck out his hand. She looked at it suspiciously, then shook it. Virginia wasn't sure quite what she expected. In a perverse way, she almost hoped he'd yank her to the rough ground, strip off her clothes and then rape the hell out of her.
When he didn't, she couldn't figure out if she was relieved or annoyed.
"I'll go find out how the others are doing. And, uh, look, Ginnie, if you change your mind, keep me in the front of the line. You're one hell of a foxy chick."
"All right, Joe. If you want, I'll keep you in mind." She didn't know why she said that. She wasn't going to change her mind. Not about something like illicit sex.
She continued searching out the rocks she needed to get an A on this field trip, then sat down, tired. The sun was hotter than it looked and she was exhausted from the high altitude.
Mixed in with the wind's low whistle through the boulders, she heard another type of sound. It was familiar to her now, after she'd watched Phyllis suck off Frank.
In spite of herself, she clambered on top of a large rock and peered down into a protected area. There, like she'd thought, two people were fucking. She wanted to turn and leave but couldn't. It was as if her legs were suddenly paralyzed.
She should close her eyes and let them continue their obscene carryings on. The harder she held that thought in mind, the more she perversely wanted to see what was going on down below her.
She wanted to see what this fucking was really like. The way Phyllis and Nancy talked about it, it must be something special. She shuddered at the thought of having a man's long, hard cock fucked into her soft twat. To have a prick that looked like Frank's stuffed between her legs wasn't very pleasing to her.
But they all seemed to enjoy it. And from the way Joe talked, she was unconsciously exuding sex. She was giving him a come-on she simply didn't mean. If she was going to avoid horrible things like that in the future, she was going to have to find out more about the act of fucking.
She slipped down the side of the boulder and into a small crevice not ten feet from the couple. The man's white ass was pumping hard. She could see the muscles tensing and relaxing as he drove his cock into the softly yielding cunt.
"God, Nancy, I'm glad I found you. I was getting so horny, I was going to fuck the next rabbit I found."
"Joe, ummm, you're so big in me! I'm glad I did come along. It'd be a waste having you screw some poor little animal."
"Talk about small! Your cunt is grabbing hard at my prick. You're squeezing down so damned hard, I'm going to lose it any second."
"No, umnim, no, you won't. You are a real, stud. And I love the way you use that long prick of yours! It fills me up so much! And the way it gets me hot!"
The words faded as Virginia changed positions to see the two even better. To her horror, she saw it was Joe– her Joe! – fucking Nancy. She was outraged, more because he'd left her and immediately gone in search of another pussy than because the couple were fucking.
She studied the professor's body and decided he was even more muscular than she'd supposed. He had bulging biceps and the trim waist supported a tight ass. He was really driving his long prick into the girl's cunt.
Virginia suddenly hated Nancy for taking this man away from her. It was very irrational. Nancy hadn't taken him away because she'd never had him. The very thought of letting his cock slip into her pussy, then rock back and forth in the well-greased cunt was repulsive to her. But still, he'd been turned on by her. HER!
And she was only allowed to watch the fun the two were having.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he said. "I like to feel my chicks all around me. It keeps my cock where it belongs, too."
"And where is that?" she teased.
"Right here," he said, driving his prick all the way into her cunt, then grinding his bush into hers.
"Oh, up my cunt. That's where you meant!"
"Yeah. Up that steamy hot cunt of yours. And damn but you're squeezing down even harder on my cock. How do you do it?"
"Practice. But I'll be practicing a million years before I find a prick that can fill me up like yours!"
He pushed the palms of his hands flat on the rough rock to get better leverage. Virginia watched at he lifted himself up and pulled the girl's body with him. She was treated to the sight of the long, red, well-greased prick splitting apart the girl's pussy lips.
The pink flaps of her cuntlips parted, in a lewd kiss. It was just like Phyllis' lips when she sucked in Frank's cock, but this was millions of times more obscene, lewd, perverted.
The spying girl could hardly believe her eyes. This was happening and right out in plain sight. It wasn't a mirage. This was the real thing. Joe was fucking the hell out of Nancy's little pussy.
She watched as the purple tipped cock separated the inner pussy-lips before plunging all the way up the cunt. The glitter of dewy drops sparkled all over the coed's tush.
The lewd smacking noise as he drove his hips forward and his cock fucked deep up the girl's pussy seemed to echo. The sounds rang in the spying coed's ears and threatened to drive her mad. She wanted to flee. There was no reason she should watch these two debase themselves like they were doing.
As if rooted to the spot, she stood and watched. And found herself beginning to respond. She hated it. She couldn't come to rips with the fact that her breathing was coming faster and sweat beaded her forehead. And the damp spot at her crotch spread like wildfire.
She was getting off on watching her professor fuck one of her friends. And she was damning herself for turning him down. That could be her pinned under his weight. She could be the one moaning with pleasure. Her cunt could be filled to overflowing with that thick plug of cock.
But no, she was a good girl. She couldn't do things like that. She hated herself.
Her fingers slipped down into her jeans. Her white cotton panties were soggy from her inner oils. When her fingers found her juicy twat, she never hesitated. Her fingers crammed all the way up to the third knuckle. She gasped with the enormity of the feelings that caused inside her.
It felt like a sledgehammer had smashed into her guts. Electric tingles blasted into her body and spread with surprising rapidity. She felt weak in the knees. Propping herself against the rough stone, she began masturbating as she watched the two fucking their brains out in front of her.
"I love the way you make it feel inside me, Joe."
"Like this, you mean?" he said, corkscrewing his hips. He groaned as he drilled deep into her pussy. He loved his job as a professor. There was never any lack of ass to fuck. Every good-looking chick was willing to jump into the sack with him in exchange for a good grade.
Hell, these days, some of them were willing to spread their legs for nothing more than a good fucking. He liked those kind best of all. And Nancy was one of them.
"You cock feels so big. Biiiig! Umnimm, I, ooooh!"
"Shit, watch it! When you came? I felt that juicy pussy of yours clamping down all around me. Felt like I'd fucked into a seething hot vise."
"Think I'll melt down that iron poker you call a cock?" she teased.
"No, but damned if I'm not going to let you fry!"
He fucked even harder and faster. Virginia wet her lips. Her vision blurred now and then but she always refocused. She had to see what was going on. This was fucking. This was the obscene thing all the others talked about endlessly.
She didn't really see the attraction. It was like having even more fingers bunched up her cunt. She stroked back and forth until her cunt fluids dripped into her hand. There was an obscene noise now as she masturbated.
The noise was almost the same as from the two fucking. But she somehow doubted the sensations were exactly the same. She wasn't caught up in the obvious ecstasy that made Nancy's face a rigid mask. The girl was thrashing around on the rought rock, out of control.
Virginia felt nothing this intense. She looked in amazement as Nancy closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip. The coed's hips seemed to go wild while Joe was still fucking hard into her cunt.
"Oh, shiiiit! I can't taaake it any longer! I'm commming!"
The man's hips speeded up. The girl seemed to hang on the edge of a great emotional and physical release, then the friction of the man's prick against her cunt walls pushed her to orgasm. She screamed and wildly hunched up to meet his incoming prick.
"Gimme more of that delicious cock? More, damn you, mooooore!"
Virginia wasn't certain but she guessed the girl had climaxed again. She couldn't imagine how fucking could be such an intense experience. She was alive, more alive than she could ever remember being, just from her fingers in her twat. And she felt nothing so grand as that which Nancy obviously did.
Joe was puffing like a steam engine. "Damn you! My balls are at the breaking paint! You're gonna twist my cock off inside you if you keep that up."
"Just so long as you keep this up!" Nancy reached down and found the man's balls. She pulled and then began caressing them. The look on the professor's face was one of mixed lust and agony.
"I can keep it up. But for how much longer I don't know. That's one hell of a greedy cunt you've got. Feels like it's suckin' me all the way up into your belly."
"Like this?"
He groaned but his hips never broke the frantic rhythm of his fucking.
"Yeah, I can massage your cock all the way along my pussy. Well-trained muscles. And the way the friction builds up when I do that!"
The girl moaned softly and limply fell back onto the rock. Virginia couldn't guess at what was happening. The wanton girl's legs slipped to either side of the man's driving body. When Nancy began wiggling her legs like, a butterfly fluttering its wings, Virginia began to understand.
The girl was tightening her cunt up around the thick cock. She was squeezing down on the man so that she could get even more pleasure from the already exciting fucking.
Virginia moved her own legs experimentally and found that she experienced a lot more stimulation in her own cunt when she did that. Moving her legs actually tightened her cunt around the fingers she was using for her self-fucking.
She began rubbing up and down on the stone. It clawed at her back, made her even more acutely aware of where she was. It didn't matter. She felt the inner urges building up to even greater levels inside her.
She wanted something other than her fingers up her twat. She knew she wasn't going to get them. She had to get off on her own.
Fingers sought out her clit. The little nubbin of erectile flesh was throbbing. It had already popped out of its sheath of protective skin and was begging to be diddled. She stroked up and down and felt lightning bolts searing into her flesh.
With her fingers driving cock-hard into her cunt and her thumb pressing down hard on her clit, she was able to come. Her world turned upside down. The way her breath caught in her throat and the way her heart hammered so hard made her think she was going to die. For a brief instant, the entire world simply stopped.
Then things slowly returned to normal. Her hand was covered with a fresh flow of her cunt juices. She had experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
And still she felt cheated.
She looked out and saw Joe still pumping away into Nancy's cunt. The girl was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. And those were tears of pain. She was enjoying what he was doing to her. That long, plum-tipped prick was giving her all the excitement and pleasure her body could stand.
Virginia felt cheated all over again. It wasn't fair making her live a life without fucking. Still, her parents would be ashamed of her. They wouldn't say anything but she'd know they disapproved heartily. Heartily.
But to never have a cock reaming her out, never to experience what it was like to suck cock, those were the things she was doomed never to try. And all because she was a good girl.
For the first time in her life, Virginia wished she wasn't.
CHAPTER FOUR
After lunch, the class lazed around in the shade. Most had scraped hands and knees from climbing the rock in search of their elusive specimens. Some, Virginia guessed, were scraped in places she couldn't see. Nancy had been bare ass naked while she and Joe fucked.
That would have shredded her tender bottom to hell. Yet she didn't seem to notice in the least.
She and Phyllis came over and sat beside Virginia. "I'm pooped. I mean, I'm absolutely out of it for the day. That Joe is a human fucking machine."
"You and Joe actually screwed, huh?" asked Phyllis. "Was it as good as I think it was?"
"Better! He's got a cock on him a stallion would envy. And when he mounts up and begins fucking, he's tireless. He never quits. I think he came just because I was getting tired. Honest!"
"How's he hung. Seven inches? Eight?"
"Eight, easy. Maybe nine, but without a tape measure, I couldn't tell. And hell if I was going to go around measuring anything when I saw that pecker of his come leaping out of his jeans. All I wanted to do was swallow him whole. Up my cunt!"
Phyllis laughed and turned to Virginia, who was blushing. "What's wrong, Ginnie? You act like you don't like sex or something."
"It's nothing. I'm just not used to hearing people talk like that."
"Yeah, I forgot. You and that puritanical up bringing of yours. I tried not to scare you too much the first couple weeks of the semester. I thought you'd come out of your shell. You seem to be crawling into yourself even more, though. Come on, kiddo, loosen up and live!"
"If you mean fuck anything that moves, forget it!" Surprised at herself for using such a vulgar word, she blushed again.
Both Phyllis and Nancy laughed. That made it even worse.
She stood with what dignity she could muster and said, "I'm going to wash my hair. Good day."
Almost aimlessly, she wandered into the mountains until she found a clear stream of cold, clear water. Dipping her finger into it caused gooseflesh to ripple all the way up her arm. She shivered and wondered why it felt so good. Usually she had to have hot water.
That was just one of the things she couldn't understand. Her body was slowly turning traitor on her. She didn't want to respond to all the obscene things she'd seen. She should have turned and walked away when she found Joe fucking the hell out of Nancy. She hadn't.
She watched.
Somehow, that was even worse than the evil thoughts she was thinking. That it might not be wrong to let a guy screw her before marriage was something she was beginning to question. What was worse, she was letting the attitudes of those other loose morals people infect her. She was actually considering that it might not be that bad letting just any guy fuck her just for the fun.
To feel good just to feel good was a concept that was almost alien to her. Her parents had warned her about promiscuous sex. They'd said not to let any guy fuck her unless he loved her and had already married her.
But what about letting someone who loved her get into her pants? Was that so wrong, not being married and then fucking? What was that magic piece of paper? Did it mean anything?
And if fucking and not being married was okay, what about screwing just for fun? No love, just pure, physical sex?
Virginia shook her head as if this would clean out the mental cobwebs. It didn't seem to help. She was still as confused about her feelings as she had been before.
Taking her shoes and socks off, she began wading upstream. The cold water shocked her into a semblance of awareness. The way it rippled through her toes was sensuous, soothing, exciting.
When she came to the tiny grotto with the waterfall, she knew she was going to have to take a bath. Without even thinking that others might be near, she stripped off her clothes and plunged into the icy pool under the waterfall. The sudden coldness took her breath. Gooseflesh marred her perfect white skin with its tiny bumps.
"Whee!" she cried to no one. She was enjoying the way the water cascaded over her head, ran down her body, touching tits and ass and cunt before racing away downstream.
"I'll second that," came a quiet voice.
She was more shocked by the sound than she had been by the chill water. Looking around, Virginia saw Joe sitting on a boulder overlooking her secluded little pool. He was grinning and obviously enjoying the sight nature provided him. "How dare you!"
"Easy. A lovely woman should be studied. Perhaps even studied in depth." He looked at her significantly.
She was suddenly uneasy. She felt her insides churning. There was no way she could describe what she felt towards Joe. Never had this particular emotion so totally invaded her body and possessed her like a demon spirit.
Virginia realized she was feeling, for the very first time, what the other girls called horniness.
And she didn't like it.
"Go away! Let me get my clothes on!"
"Why should I leave? Why can't I join you?" Joe stood and began stripping off his clothes. Virginia wanted to flee but didn't dare. The man was standing where he could watch her every movement. She couldn't leave the water without showing him more than she wanted to.
There was another reason she didn't move. Her eyes were fixed on the man's slowly exposed body. His broad shoulders and virtually hairless chest were only hints of his total maleness. Never had she seen a man so virile. Not even in the pictures she hid under her bed at borne.
But it was his prick that fascinated her. It stood long and hard and red in the soft, afternoon sunlight. The way the light reflected off the plum-tipped prick reached her on some basic level. She found both her mouth and her cunt watering at the sight.
Still, this was the man who had left her and gone to fuck Nancy. She couldn't forget the way he'd simply turned and walked off when she told him she wanted no part of his lewd suggestion. She shook her hair, sending tiny droplets of water flying.
Who was to blame for that? Hadn't she run him off? Hadn't he offered that lovely wok to her first? She was the one responsible for him sinking it balls deep up Nancy's cunt.
Virginia was suddenly stirred by her body's needs. In a way she'd never experienced before, she knew this was going to be the time. She wanted this man's huge prick driving in and out of her cunt. She wanted him to take her cherry. Him and no other.
He kicked the last of his clothes aside and then jumped into the pool beside her. He landed and immediately cried, "Goddamn! It's cold! Why didn't you warn me?"
He was close, too close. His body pressed against hers. Virginia suddenly wished she knew what to do. She didn't want him to leave her here. Not now. She wanted him to crush her in his strong arms and then stuff that prick into her hungry cunt and fuck hell out of her.
She wanted it all. And she didn't know how to get it.
The coed need not have worried. Joe's arms reached out and pulled her close. Her body shivered. She wasn't certain it was only from the cold water or whether it was something else. It might have been the nearness of his powerful body.
And his cock.
"You're cold, aren't you? I can warm you up," he said. And she believed him.
Their lips brushed. Then he crushed down firmly on hers. She was a bit startled. She hadn't expected a simple kiss. But it wasn't a kiss like she was used to. For the first time, she damned herself for not going out and enjoying herself more with men. For not going out at all, she corrected. She'd been scared of men and their rough ways. She rejected them, not wanting to be caught up in that hassle.
Now she wished she had learned earlier. She wanted to please this man more than anyone else in the world. And she didn't know how.
His tongue prodded through her lips and her entire body stiffened. He was French kissing her!
She struggled in his arms but he pulled her even closer. His tongue drove mercilessly into her mouth and began softly stroking and caressing her tongue. She found she liked it. It stimulated her.
She began responding. Her hippies hardened and poked into his chest. She awkwardly put her arms around him and pulled him closer. The water rippling around their bodies provided a sensuous feel and sound as they kissed.
Her tongue began dancing around, trying to elude his. The hide and seek game raced from one mouth to the other. She started to learn how, to use her tongue to the best advantage. Stroking, massaging, caressing, touching, she was everywhere in his mouth.
The hardness of his teeth aroused her. The softness of his lips soothed her. His driving tongue began a mock fucking. She realized he was hinting at what she'd always thought a forbidden thing. He wanted to really fuck her. He wanted to drive that spike of rigid cock all the way up her pussy and fuck her good.
She broke off the kiss and panted, "God! I never thought it would be like this!"
"You don't mean you've never let a man kiss you?" he asked. "You-you're not a lez, are you?"
"A lez?"
"Lesbian. You don't get off on women more than men?"
"Hell, no!" and she threw her arms around his neck and really kissed him this time.
This went on until the professor finally broke off the prolonged kiss. Laughing, he said, "You are a sex-starved bitch, I'll say that. And I'd like to really fuck you, but I've got a small problem."
"What's that?"
He looked down at his crotch. His once proud prick had deflated to a tiny worm dangling between his legs. She gasped. For a horrible moment, she thought she'd done this awful thing to him. She didn't know how, but it had to be her fault.
"Wh-what happened?"
"When I jumped into the cold water, it was a big shock for me. I guess no matter how much I lusted after you, the cold was more than a bitch."
"What can I do?"
"You might suck on it and get it all warm and big again," he suggested, trying not to laugh at the expression on her face.
"Suck on it? I… I've never done that."
"I think there's a lot you've never done. Are you sure you want me to be the one to show you all of it?"
"Yes!"
That decided her. She dived under the surface of the freezing cold water and found the pink worm of his penis. She couldn't call it a cock. A cock was big and proud and a pussy pleaser. This was a penis, but she'd make it into a real cock as quick as she could.
He said it had to be kept warm. She sucked it into her mouth along with a fair amount of water. She managed to blow the water put of her mouth leaving just his prick. It quivered and throbbed under her tongue. She wondered what it would be like if it was at full fucking length.
She vowed to find out.
Her tongue worked around the limp pillar of flesh. It was like a tiny hose in her mouth. No longer than her thumb, she didn't see how it would ever grow back to its proper size. But it did, slowly.
She felt excited blood hammering into his organ. Slowly, the cock grew in size. She kept her tongue moving roughly over it, touching first here, then there in an attempt to stimulate him.
Without knowing it, she found the most sensitive portions of his prick. Her tongue worked eagerly on the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cocks head. She rubbed back and forth across it until the huge head was obviously pawing by leaps and bounds.
Soon, she felt the entire glans spreading out under her oral stroking. Her tongue never stopped. She worked back and forth along the stiffening prick held in her mouth until it was pressing firmly into her lips.
She found that the cock was becoming a real fucking tool. Also, she discovered that she couldn't hold her breath under water very long. Her heart was beating furiously. Whether from the excitement she felt at getting a man's cock into her mouth for the very first time or because of holding her breath for long minutes, she didn't know or care.
She surfaced, gasping.
"I thought you were going to drown. Never see a chick so cock-hungry before. But this isn't going to work. Every time my boner slips out of your mouth, the cold water works on it. Let's climb out of the water."
"No!"
"Why not?"
She didn't know how to say it. She was still self-conscious of her naked body. Sure, he could see her tits with the blood-red nipples pointing so obscenely at him.
He couldn't see her snatch too clearly. Her bush was just a dark smear under the water's surface. And the water turned her on, too. She enjoyed the sensual feel of it running across her bare ass.
"Let's keep doing it in the water. I enjoy it."
"Well," he said, hesitant, "at least let me climb up a bit so you can get a better shot at giving me head. I love the way your mouth feels all over my prick."
"You do?" She couldn't believe it. He was complimenting her on the way she was sucking his prick.
"You've got native talent, girl. But I think you're being coy with me. You've sucked cock before, I'll bet. Lots of it, haven't you?"
She decided not to answer. His prick was jumping around from the cold and she wanted to pop it back into her hot mouth. It was the least she could do. It also kept her from having to answer a lot of his questions.
The man was half-seated on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the water while his ass was perched on a rock. Spreading his legs wide, this gave her an excellent view of his prick. Sure, she'd seen pictures of a man's prick. But this was so much more vibrant than any picture ever could be.
She held his balls almost as if they were some religious relic. They were precious, to her. She could feel the nuts churning around inside the hairy little bag.
She knew she was responsible for their agitated condition. She had sucked him hard. Her mouth was responsible for everything!
His cock was beginning to wilt again from the cold. She decided it was about time to really learn how to suck on a man's prick. Popping just the purpled tip into her mouth, she sucked. She sucked hard.
The professor groaned and began thrashing around. She held him firmly on the spot, her tongue giving him a constant tongue-lashing while she continued to suck harder and harder.
"Goddamn! You're pullin' my guts out the end of my cock!" he bellowed.
It was a measure of how much lust possessed her that she didn't worry about anyone hearing that outcry and coming to see what caused it. All that mattered to her was that lovely cock resting in her mouth. Sucking and licking, she worked her way down the man's cock until she had a mouthful of hard cock meat.
The rubbery tip of his glans banged into the roof of her mouth. She wondered what to do then. There was still another couple inches of his lovely prick to go and she wasn't able to suck it all into her mouth.
His hips convulsively shot forward and the cock slid down her throat. She gagged and backed off from his groin a little. Then she worked forward again, this time getting the hang of it. She was able to take his entire prick down her throat.
She wondered if this was what was meant by deep throat. She guessed it might be. And she loved it! It wasn't perverted at all!
The warmth flooding her body told her this couldn't possibly be the evil thing she'd once thought it tote. How she feel so good about something sinful?
She couldn't.
The cock pulsed and throbbed against her tongue. She felt it bucking a little as it stirred in her throat. Starting to gag again, she slipped back allowing the cock to escape her mouth. Her tongue continued stroking all over the roundness of his prick until just the broad arrowhead was left between her lips.
She sucked harder and her cheeks went hollow. Her tongue swirled around the captive cock until the man wasn't able to sit still any longer. He was trying to drive his cook all the way into her mouth.
He wanted to face fuck her!
She'd wondered what Phyllis and the others meant by that. She knew now. She knew firsthand and up close. And she loved it. He cared enough for her to want to give her his entire cock.
The only thing she could do was thank him for it with her mouth.
"Fuck don't suck any more!" he begged. "Please don't! I… I'll come if yaw do. And I want to really fuck you up the cunt. It is just too much for me to take!"
She reluctantly let his stiff, jerking cock pop free of her mouth. Looking up at him, she asked, "You don't want me to suck you off?"
"I'd love it, but I want to mount up and ride you like the wind, too. I want to feel that sweet cunt of yours all around my cock while I'm fucking you. Really fucking you."
The words were obscene but they sent shivers of anticipation racing up and down the girl's spine. This was what the others were always talking about. This was the moment of truth for her.
Virginia wasn't going to back out. Not after she'd sucked on Joe's prick and gotten it firm enough to really fuck her. She wanted it, she wanted it all.
CHAPTER FIVE
Virginia found herself loving the taste of his prick. She couldn't get enough of it. When he pushed her away, she felt insulted. He couldn't offer her his cock, then deny it to her!
He didn't dare!
"Whoa, there, Ginnie," Joe said. "I feel myself getting all hot and hard and about ready to come. I think I'd better break for a little while or I'm going to blow my wad."
"But…"
"But you're feeling cheated? Don't. I'll make it up to you."
His hands gripped her under the arms and lifted. She almost shot out of the water. He twisted her in midair and plunked her down beside him on the rock. His eyes worked over her naked body, drinking in the luscious sight of her wet boobs and the matted fleece of her bush.
"God, you're even prettier than I thought. To cover yourself up all the time is more than a waste, it's downright criminal!"
"I guess that's a compliment," she said.
"It sure is! You're so innocent looking! I can't get over it. You have to be putting me on. You've sucked cock before, haven't you? And you've certainly had a man do this to you."
He pushed her gently back onto the rock and planted his mouth firmly on one of her tits. She gasped when his lips closed on the very end of her boob. His tongue worked around and around like a miniature tornado. He completely aroused her nipple. Before she knew what was happening, it was hard with new lust for her professor.
"That feels so gooooood!" she cooed. "I never dreamed a man's mouth could feel so nice."
He didn't say a word. He was too busy licking and kissing the mounds of her tit flesh. Pushing with his tongue, he found he could move the very top a few inches. When he released it, the firm, young boob snapped back into position. Then he began slavering her tits.
"When I fingered my own tits, it was never this good. How do you make me feel so… sinful?"
He looked up, surprised. "Sinful? What got that into your pretty head? There's nothing sinful about this. Tell me the truth, does it feel evil for me to suck on your tit like this?"
He closed his lips around the top of her right tit. Sucking, he pulled the throbbing nubbin of nipple between his lips and firmly grasped the flesh with his pearly hard teeth. Biting down a little, he rolled the pebble around in his mouth. His tongue caressed and stroked across the very tip until she was gasping.
Her back arched and she thrust her chest out. She wanted as much of her boob in his mouth as possible. Gone was all thought that this was wrong. The pleasure flooding her neglected body told her it couldn't be bad. It felt too damn good!
"More, oh, do it some more! Love it! I love the way your mouth is moving all over my tits!"
At the base of one of her fleshy canes of tit flesh, he started licking. He traced the entire circumference, then began spiraling up the slope. Behind he left a glistening trail of his drying saliva. It tickled and stimulated her snowy white flesh. When he came to the very top of her jug, his tongue teased the nipple a little.
He pushed it first one way, then another. She was moaning in constant arousal now. He let his tongue push downward into the softness of her breast. The hard nipple was like a rock sinking in a swamp. When he released it, the nipple popped to the surface. All around it was the coppery disc of her areola.
Even these tiny bumps received his attention. He wanted this to be so damned good the girl wouldn't think about what he was going to do next. She had odd ideas of what was right and what wasn't. He was hornier than hell and determined to get his rocks off. To do that, he had to keep her so aroused she couldn't argue.
His mouth left the throbbing nipple and worked down to her slightly domed belly. The silky fine hairs on her belly were quickly wettened by his tongue. When he got to the deep depression of her navel, he stopped.
Tongue flashing out, he dipped far down into her belly button. She moaned, thrusting her belly up to his face. She wanted his tongue to impale her through the navel.
He had better ideas.
As his tongue lightly touched the very top of her bush, she struggled to get away from him. "No," she cried. "Not there! I… I can't let you do that!"
He held her down. She had a lot of puritanical views to get rid of. He was going to help her do it while he was enjoying himself immensely.
He swirled and twirled up little spires of her pussy fur. The entire bush was still wet from her bath in the cold mountain stream. He licke