"I never dreamed a woman could be so beautiful," he told her. He loved her! He actually loved her!
His lips came back to her tits, kissing them reverently. He placed a hand to the side of each breast and pushed them together, forming the most exciting cleavage he'd ever imagined. His fingers trembled as they pressed into the spongy flesh. His lips were warm and trembling as he kissed over the swollen mounds. The teen-ager gasped as she felt his teeth on the nipples. The girl's body began to pound with excitement. Her thighs were shivering as his legs came between them. Her pussy leaped in response to the touch of a finger which had stolen down her body and now tested the soft, moist entrance to her cunt. He moved the tip over her cunt-lips.
"Ooooooh," she panted. "Oooooh, I like that. Please, keep doing it. It's turning me on like crazy! Ooooh!"
He kept up the soft touch, never really pressing against the cunt, just teasing with that light, delicate touch over the lips. Tingles pulsed through her pussy. The blonde was panting beyond belief. She never dreamed she could be aroused by such a tender touch. Her pussy was becoming anxious, impatient to have the finger move inside. Her lubricants were flooding through her, preparing the way for the big hard prick which would eventually follow the path prepared by the teasing finger.
"Mmmmm," the girl murmured. "Mmmmmm, I love it! Don't take too long, my darling. Please don't take too long!"
She had finally gotten her chance to talk with Sylvia. The blonde was certain that her sister had broken a Saturday night date to stay home with her. She had turned down several invitations from boys around town. The blonde feared that Paul may have told about the afternoon out at the lake. She had been besieged with invitations from boys all week, ever since she had given up her cherry in the cabin.
That didn't matter so much. She was not nearly so concerned about her reputation as she was about her inability to have an orgasm.
Syl had listened patiently as she related her failures. Suzy didn't tell her about her dad's fuck. Suzy was still not sure why she hadn't told her sister. She had made up another boy, an older boy, and described her father's fuck as though it had been by this new boy at school.
"You think maybe I ought to go down to the tavern and pick up some old man? You think maybe that would be better?"
"No, darling," Syl told her as she put her arms about her. "You'd run into the same problem. You get some old geezer and give him the chance to run his cock into such a luscious young body as yours and he'd do the same thing as Jimmy. He'd be just as unprepared to handle all that young pussy. An older man, yes. A man in his twenties, maybe in his thirties. That might do it. Not a seventy-year old, though."
They had talked on for an hour or more. Syl was convinced that all she needed was a man mature enough to be patient with her, yet young and attractive enough so that a beautiful young girl would be his normal fuck. It made sense to Suzy. It made a lot of sense.
Maybe that had been the trouble with Tommy. Maybe Tommy hadn't fucked nearly as much as he tiled to imply. Maybe she would be able to cum if she fucked with a seasoned man, a man who'd fucked girls as pretty as she was every night for the past week. He'd be interested in getting her to orgasm before he had his own. Yes, that was the answer. Syl knew. Syl always had the answers.
"Oooooh!" she groaned as the finger slipped inside her pussy. Her clit shimmered in ecstasy as he rubbed softly over the passion nerve. He wasn't grasping at her. He wasn't pumping at her. He was slowly and surely working her into a shivering frenzy.
She parted her lips as his face came down over hers. She felt his tongue conic softly into her mouth. Her tits rubbed against his chest, nipples tingling against his nipples while his finger eased past the clit and opened her pussy. Her liquids were flowing deeply through her. She could hear the finger slurping through them.
"Ohhh," he muttered as he kissed about her tits. "I want to feel that pussy around my cock. I want to feel, you flutter over it with that soft cunt. Ohhhhh, what a delicious little fluff of girl."
The cock came against her cunt lips, harder than any prick she had ever felt. He moved it in circles over the lips, teasing as slowly and deliberately as he had done with his finger. Suzy shuddered in anticipation, her pussy throbbing at the nearness of the big, tough prick.
"Yesss!" she hissed. "Ease it into me. Take it slow and easy, but fill me with that pecker. I'm wet enough for it. My juice is running down my leg, so much is flowing through me. I want you in me, all the way in me! Ohhhh, please! Get that sweet prick up my aching pussy."
The rod slowly sank into her, sank in and rubbed over her clit before driving deeper and deeper. Her pussy was stretched. She felt it pull back until the bulging head touched her clit, then sink slowly into her again. Over and over the cock rose and fell into her. It drew back, then buried itself again. Slowly the cock fucked her as she writhed beneath its long, careful plunges.
Finally it began to increase its tempo. Her body shook and spun in growing excitement. She felt the surge of desire through her. The girl panted, twisting about in rapturous passion.
Their dad had not come home after he closed the store. He called to tell Suzy that he'd be eating downtown and wouldn't be in until late. The blonde didn't like that. He had been doing so much better the last few days. He had spent much more time at home.
Since he had fucked the two of them, he seemed to only go to the tavern for booze, not to fuck the fat barmaid. Now, if she could only help him lay off so muck drinking, Suzy felt, she would have him back on the way to recovery. That would be harder, much harder. She and Syl certainly could offer better pussy than anything at the tavern. They couldn't offer the booze, though. They had no way to offer the oblivion of drunkenness. Still, though, things were getting better. If she could just learn to orgasm, she was sure that she could solve all sorts of problems.
The cock drove rapidly into her. Suzy felt her pussy clamping over the delicious fucks of the cock. She was about to explode. She was going to cum! She twisted her body about in the thrill of being on the verge of her first real orgasm.
Then it ended. Without warning her cunt seemed to freeze. She could feel the wild plunging cock only vaguely. The hands on her tits no longer sent the fiery tremors through her. She was without sensual feeling.
The girl began to cry. She cursed and screamed in her frustration. It had happened again. Damn! Damn! It was going to be the same.
"It's so good, Syl!" she cried. "It didn't work. Everything went dead inside me. I turned cold and lifeless in there. I don't feel it any more."
Her sister looked down at the girl. She slowed her hand that was pumping the dildo so wildly and happily. Sylvia had been so sure that it was working. She had suggested Suzy imagine the most handsome man in the world making love to her. She hoped that by having the girl imagine herself being fucked by her own dream fantasy she might pass the emotional crisis.
The brown-haired girl felt just as frustrated as her sister. She leaned down and kissed the blond softly, compassionately. Poor baby! Poor kid! It was a problem the older girl could not really imagine. Her own body responded so easily and naturally to sexual stimulation.
Right now, Sylvia was panting from the thrill of having felt the blonde up for the past forty-five minutes. She was aching for some release of her own. She gasped as she kissed the younger girl once more, then lay over on her back beside the blond. She brought the dildo to the lips of her pussy and slowly pushed it inside.
Her cunt jumped in delight at the entrance of the hard cock, even though she knew it was fake. She lay back and began to pump herself.
"Here," Suzy said, sitting up and taking the dildo from her. "At least I can do this for you."