I felt his lips open and surround the hardened bud of flesh, and then he slowly drew it inside his mouth.
The tingling between my legs started to increase, growing to a furious level of intensity… and I felt as if I was starting to float… to feel dizzy… to feel as though I was drifting… sinking… swirling and twirling around in the air…
But it was all taking place inside my head.
And it felt good too. But there was still awful pressure building up inside my cunt… awful in the sense that it was growing stronger and stronger, and it wasn't going to let me alone.
I felt the juices inside my pussy oozing out of my lips, filling the material that coated my cunt slit.
I kept wanting him to touch me… but he didn't.
I asked him again, "Please… touch my cunt. I want to feel you touching me."
Again, he kept sucking on my nipples… harder and harder… bringing his teeth against the sensitive flesh… but my pussy he continued to ignore.
Finally, getting more aroused than I'd ever been before, I reached for his hand (both of them were hanging uselessly at his side) and I started to feed it up my dress aiming it towards my cunt.
He pulled away!
"What's wrong," I finally asked, thinking, that he didn't want me after all.
He chuckled.
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Well… don't you want me?"
"Do I look like I don't?"
"But… you won't touch me."
"What's your hurry?"
"Well…"
And I realized that I didn't have an answer.
No answer!
"You're a big girl now, aren't you? You don't have to be home by ten-thirty or anything, do you?"
"NO!" I said, firmly, even though I'd gotten into trouble before with my momma for staying out too late. I knew that this was something special, and it would be even worth risking another fight with my mother.
He smiled again and said, "Fine. Why don't you just settle back, and relax, and we'll take our time."
I did what he told me… leaned against the door… and the car was such an expensive, flashy car that the arm rests were thickly and lavishly upholstered… it was almost like having a pillow to rest my head against.
He now slipped my unbuttoned blouse and my bra off of my body, unhooked my skirt and started to pull that down my legs as well.
I felt the tingling sensations in my cunt increase.
My tits were also feeling more and more swollen with the sensation of arousal… I was getting hot, and I didn't care if he knew it. I could smell my cunt now… spreading my legs and removing my skirt seemed to set lose a cloud of pussy vapor that filled the car.
"My God," he said, bringing his face down between my legs, taking a deep whiff, "you have the sweetest smelling cunt I've ever encountered."
"You like it?" I asked.
"Do you really have to ask?"
Actually, I did. You see… there's something about guys in Sludge Falls, and of course, I had no reason to think that Hunter was any different, that makes them talk about fucking a lot… and go after girls all the time to fuck them, but they really don't like cunts… not when you get right down to it.
They're afraid to touch them… they don't like to do things that turn girls on, particularly if it means that they've got to play with their pussies… and very few of them get any kind of a kick out of pussy-licking.
In fact, I'd never had a guy even ask me if he could lick my pussy, and if it hadn't been for one of my girlfriends finding a dirty book in her brother's closet and the two of us staying up late one night reading it, I wouldn't have known that there even was such a thing.
I didn't think that Hunter would want to lick my pussy either, until he brought his face down between my thighs and told me that I smelled good. I guess I'd always thought my cunt smelled bad. But… he didn't think so.
I was already in love with him, just for that.
He ran his fingers up and down my thighs now… letting the tips dance along the surface of my skin, stroking me softly, gently, as if he really cared about me.
I was lying on my back, in only my panties… and the feeling of his fingers moving all around my cunt but never quite touching it was driving me slowly but steadily out of my mind.
He would start down just above my knees, slowly glide his fingers up my legs, moving the tips around to the inside of my thighs, always keeping the pressure light… deliciously light… and then, just before he reached the wet slit between my pussy lips, he would instead follow the line my thighs made as they joined with my body, tracing along the valley between the tops of my thighs and the mound of my cunt lips.
I could feel the tickling sensation as it shot through my nerve endings, making my clit throb harder and harder… and finally, I started to roll my hips around, trying to intercept the tips of his fingers as he moved them past my cunt slit.
But he was avoiding me… easily… and it just made me more and more insane.
I wanted it now. I wanted not only to feel his fingers on my cunt, I wanted to feel his cock inside me.
I had never wanted it so bad. I'd been fucked before, but there'd always been this feeling of resignation, as if to say, "Oh well, why not..?" but never anything like real lust and desire.
I'd never been turned on before.
But I sure as hell was now. And I didn't think I was going to ever be normal again.
I felt like my body was changing right there, as if I could feel all the changes seeping over me.
I wanted to feel more and more…
I wanted to feel his fingers doing more and more so much so, that finally, I grabbed his wrists and forced his hand to slam right into my cunt.
I almost shot through the side of his car.
It was delicious.
It was the most tasty thing that I'd ever felt in my life.
I screamed… loudly… and felt all my muscles going tense.
"Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I screamed… shaking… shuddering… begging him for more.
And he gave it to me.
That was the best part.
I was ready… and at that moment, I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything else in my life.
I don't know how long I could have kept that feeling alive.
I think that pretty soon, I'd have just felt so frustrated that I wouldn't have wanted any more… I'd have just wanted it to stop. Cold.
But no… he caught me at the best point, let the tip of his finger touch my clit, and even though he wasn't pressing hard, the sudden increase in sensation was exactly what I needed.
I felt an electric shock tear through me… and all my muscles went totally rigid.
I cried out… loudly… so loudly that for a moment, I was afraid that someone would hear us.
But then I remembered… he knew the town as well as I did, and he knew all the good make-out spots.
Nobody was going to bother us… and anyone nearby would be more interested in doing the same things we were doing.
He pressed harder now… not much harder, but my clit was so hyper-sensitive that the slightest increase made me do cartwheels.
I felt his fingertips running up and down over my crotch, pressing the material of my panties into the wet gash between my slit, rubbing it over my cunt membranes.
"Oh… yes… yes… yes… yes…" I gasped… "I love it."
"You do, huh? My… I'd never have guessed."
Then he pulled the material off my body.
"Oh yeah… do it… do it… do it to me. Fuck me."
He laughed.
"You're in an awfully big hurry, aren't you?"
"I'm hot. What do you want?"
"Oh… I want the same thing as you do… but I think you should just be patient."
"I can't be. Please… I'm too hot. Fuck me now. Stick your cock in me."
"I will… as soon as I'm ready."
He was holding my panties in his hand now, and as he brought them up to his face to sniff them again, I felt his fingers starting to crawl over my naked pussy.