The two of them squirmed and wriggled against one another as the eighteen-year-old boy felt the considerably younger girl's hip bones jutting up. His hands continued wildly running over her body and constantly fondled her small, firm breasts, hips, and buttocks. He gasped and gutturally cried out, cupping his hand over her pouting vagina, feeling it so hot and swollen and tiny beneath the sodden crotch of her panties.
Abruptly, he rolled off her and was astonished when she leaped to her feet in order to help him out of his own clothes. Stripped to his shorts, his penis bulged beneath them, and then it was Jo Ann who fought his hands away as she forced the handsome youth to lie back while she pulled his underwear down. His penis came out springing like a mousetrap, almost hitting against the underside of her chin as it waved like a magic wand before her, hard and erect.
She tossed his shorts on the floor, then propped herself up above him on her arms, smiling broadly down at him. She allowed her breasts to run tantalizingly over his smooth chest, her small nipples all but seemingly cutting into his hard skin.
"Was she a good fuck?" Jo Ann asked, softly.
Yearning to plug himself into the lovely little blonde at this point, drunk from her presence rather than anything alcoholic, the bewildered boy asked, "Was who a good fuck?"
"The girl, the brunette, the last one who home you went to," she whispered with a tiny smile. "Tell me all the things she did to you."
As an inducement to make the young man reply, she lowered her hot, silky flat belly until her flesh was barely touching the tip of his massively upstanding penis. It was another biggie, all right. If not quite the equal of the dean's, it was more than big enough, and certainly broad enough. She slowly rocked back and forth, then up and down, applying just enough pressure as her flesh massaged the underside of his penile head.
Groaning, Chris murmured, "Hell, it was so long ago, or so it seems, what difference does it make what the hell she did?"
"None," the girl cooed. "Except that I want to hear about all the different things she did to you so I can do them better," she murmured, pushing a bare knee between his thighs, forcing them apart, then pressing the knee gently against his scrotum as she leaned forward until her small, pert breasts were pushed against his chin.
"The ordinary things," he gasped, letting his hand slide down the smoothness of her girlish back, playing along her spine, then moving down to the elastic waistband of her panties. Slowly he began tugging them down as she lifted her hips to allow him to get them to her knees, and then her ankles.
"What ordinary things?" Jo Ann persisted.
"You know!" he insisted. "You'd have to know to be this good."
"But I don't know," Jo Ann told him. "Tell me!"
"The… usual."
"Such as?"
"You know, whatever most girls like to do," he mumbled, aflame, no longer wanting to talk, but rather to do.
"I'm not most girls, so tell me, what is it most girls do when they're with a fella," she murmured, her hot, hazy eyes filled with excitement, her burning cunt twitching with the need for cock. God! It was good, really good, and she hadn't even gotten into anything really serious, yet. It was going to be as good with Chris as it had been with the dean. She would get him to tell her what the other girl had done to him, then she would do the same things and see if she was able to do these things as well as this other girl.
He was panting, gasping, suddenly aware that this girl intended doing a lot more than talking, or even more than simple, straightforward intercourse. Whatever he told her the brunette did, she was going to do to him, and he was astonished. She was just a kid, just a kid. She wouldn't have the guts to do any of these things. But then, he would never have thought her willing to go this far. He closed his eyes. At the moment he felt as if he was being driven insane by her tantalizing body. Hell! He felt crazier than those times he had gotten drunk. It was the first time in his life he had ever confessed to having sex with another woman to a female he was with, and it had to be a young girl like this, of all females. But God! She was fantastic. He would never have thought it possible for such a young girl to get him this hot and bothered. Hell! She had snapped him out of his impotent state, no mean feat, all things considered. She wanted to know, eh? Well, what the hell!
"She would begin by putting her mouth on my cock, sucking on it."
"Ohhhhh, I see," the beautiful young blonde murmured, a low, exclamation of understanding and pleasure that came from finding out that what she had done with the dean was not something unusual, after all. Other girls did suck cocks.
Slowly the slender little blonde began sliding down the solid body of the handsome youth. She pressed her lips to his throat, kissing him there, then she licked, bit, nibbled and sucked his flesh, kissing, biting, chewing. She paused to lick at his masculine nipples, and in so doing, made him jump totally out of control, sending crude lust through the center of his scorching testicles.
Her licking young tongue made a wet trail across his belly, and she paused for a moment to probe into his navel. Then she slipped on down to his pelvis. Her jerked and moaned as he felt her hot tongue slide across the top of his penile head. Jamming his elbows into the mattress, he raised his head with a dazed expression on his face, and saw her lovely countenance poised over the tip of his penis, her mouth open, her tongue extended, her eyes softly closed but her beautiful young face radiant with desire. While he watched, he saw her wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and slowly open her mouth even wider, taking his throbbing organ between her lips. He gasped as he felt the soft, rubbery wetness of her tongue against the underside. Slowly, very slowly, her lips tightened like a rubber band, and she pushed her mouth lower as she actually sucked, and pulled more of the huge whang that much deeper into her mouth.
His head fell back and he let out a soft moan as he felt the expertise with which she sucked, expertise gained from her one time with Dr. Evan Joseph. Her tongue moved over the bail-shaped tip of his throbbing organ. God! It had been such a long time since he had been able to get it up and really do some decent fucking. His body writhed and squirmed convulsively and he fought against lewdly churning his own hips, well aware he might come too quickly in her mouth if he did so. Somehow it didn't seem right to do a thing like that to this lovely young thing. Sperm was meant to be splashed into a cunt. Besides, he had to do something for her to make her feel good, too.
Such a young girl! The thought occurred to him that this beautiful young thing had conned him into all this. She was behaving as badly as the worst kinds of women he had ever fucked. Somehow all this just didn't seem right, yet it all felt so good. It was actually fun, and most important of all, he was able to raise an erection. Still! With Jo Ann? With sweet, innocent, young Jo Ann?
The thought came to him that his pent-up passion was becoming too overpowering, and soon, he would shoot his stuff into her mouth like she was some common whore or something. It was all to appallingly real at this point, and no longer a mere possibility. Frantically he gripped her hair and tore the head of his cock out of her mouth, yanking her away with all his strength.
Jo Ann caught her breath, brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes, and whispered very softly, "What's the matter, Chris? Don't you like it? Aren't I doing-it right?"
"Sure, sure," he nodded. "You're great. It's just that I was getting a little overexcited, that's all," he told her, gasping.
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, she wanted him shooting in her mouth, first. That was the way she had done it with Dr. Joseph, and she assumed this was the pattern, each time. Suck first, then fuck. She seized his throbbing phallus in her small hand and squeezed, whispering, "Isn't my getting you overexcited the whole idea?"