Oh, no! she thought. He isn’t really going to…
But he did. His thumbs impudently stretched her little cunt wide open, and he gazed at the most luscious display of pink, gleaming girl-flesh he had ever seen. The head of Cathy’s clit firmly thrust from its hooded cover. Beneath that was the little dot of her pisser. Then there was the oval of her cunt-mouth which looked scarcely large enough to accommodate a man’s finger, let alone his big, thick cock.
But Boyd knew she could take him, since she had done so several times.
He also knew he was the first to fuck her. He hoped, and believed, he was the only one.
He directed a finger to her tight cuntal hole and slipped the digit in.
“Oooooo!” Cathy said.
“Like it?” Boyd asked as he deepened the digital thrust.
“Yessssss!” she hissed, and shut her eyes. Her blonde hair streamed as she tossed her head back.
Boyd stroked his finger up and down in her grabby, slippery cunt. She was heating fast, her hips jerking. Her titties lurched.
“I want your cock!” she begged. “Please stick it in me!”
“Use the real words,” Boyd said, “and tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me!” Cathy cried. “Oooh, shit! Fuck me with your big, fat prick!”
Boyd swung atop her. His cantilevered cock bumped Cathy’s thighs as he settled himself. The knob rubbed across her yearning pussy. Leaning on one arm, the youth reached between their bodies and grasped his projecting shaft. He swabbed its head up and down the girl’s oozing slit.
Cathy was squirming, trying to catch his cock in her cleft. Boyd seemed willing to take his time, however. The more he teased her, the hotter she would get, he had learned. He kept rubbing his cock up and down her pussy, stroking shallowly between the velvet folds. Each stroke titillated the girl’s tingly clit-head, driving her wild with desire.
“Doooooo it!” she cried, bumping at him. “Oh, you mean guy!”
“Say pretty please.” Boyd laughed.
“Pretty please!” Cathy begged.
Boyd let his cockhead sink into the soft center of her vulva. Its tip forced her vaginal mouth open. Boyd kept pushing. Cathy gasped with delight as her cunt-mouth stretched more, clasping the fattest part of his prick. Then, with a driving thrust of his hips, he sank his shaft deeply into her.
“OOOOOOOOOOH!” Cathy moaned.
“Feel good?” Boyd asked, smiling down as he braced himself on his arms.
“It’s heaven!” Cathy panted. She writhed, feeling stuffed by his hot, throbbing dick.
It felt heavenly to Boyd, also, to have her warmth squirming about him, clutching him as if with a velvet hand coated by melting butter. He ground his cock deeper into her tight, heated hole.
Cathy felt as if she had almost more than she could take. But she wasn’t about to complain. Nothing in creation had ever made her feel so good as Boyd’s cock projecting deep into her belly.
He withdrew his prick from her until she clasped only its head. He thrust deeply into her again. Cathy moaned. She tossed her head on the blanket, her golden hair streaming.
The young lifeguard fucked voluptuously in and out of her narrow lovecove. She moistened more, providing a very slick film for him to glide on. Each time he drove his cock into her with a snap, her titties jumped. Her nipples stuck up so hard that they looked as if they might explode.
“Oooh, yesss…dooooo it…ooh, DO it!” she panted.
Boyd rotated his hips when he had his cock deep inside her, grinding her plump ass against the blanket. His wiry pubes scratched through her fluff. His flanks stroked the sensitive inner slopes of her thighs.
He freed one hand, leaning on the other arm, and brushed the tips of her titties, wobbling the full, springy globes. He twisted his head and brought it down to suck and tug at a nipple.
Cathy was wild with passion. She wanted to be jabbed hard. But Boyd was dilly-dallying. She writhed, whimpering.
“Fuck me…FUCK MEEEEE!” she begged.
Boyd began moving rhythmically, steadily. The fist-like knob of his pecker rippled the clinging, slick flesh of Cathy’s cunt. The end of his long cock battered the bottom of her well. His thick shaft stroked the nerve-ends which encircled the mouth of her pussy and his hardness stropped the tingling tip of her clit.
All this produced a throng of wondrous sensations which overwhelmed Cathy, causing her to toss and mewl and clutch at the sun-bronzed, husky chap who was pumping between her raised thighs. Her bottom bounded up and down on the blanket, her buttocks shaking. Her titties jiggled like Jell-o in an earthquake.
Boyd lowered his muscular torso against her, wrapping her in his strong arms. Staying very close and stroking down more, he rubbed her clit even harder.
Cathy squealed with delight. She clawed Boyd’s back, making marks that would be visible when he climbed back onto his tower. But he didn’t care. He was riding a young, frisky wildcat and, to a virile male, nothing could have been better.
Boyd’s cock moved faster in Cathy’s slippery, snug hole. He was approaching the payoff, and he wanted her to be with him. He needn’t have worried. Cathy was within a few strokes of the glorious moment herself. She could see the prize glittering as it dangled just inches from her reach.
A little closer! she thought. A little harder!
She bobbed her hips eagerly against Boyd’s lusty cock-thrusts. She clutched at his back, pulling. She panted. She cried out.
Suddenly she had the precious prize within her grasp and she was clutching it as she shook and screamed. Her cries were drowned in the pounding of the ocean’s waves which seemed to wash all over and into her. But the spurts in the pit of her quaking pussy were Boyd’s ejaculations, filling her with warm cream.
She lapsed slowly, her hands falling away from Boyd’s back, her legs relaxing. She sighed from the depths of her being.
Boyd lay still atop her, breathing heavily. He licked at her earlobe, then ran his tongue to her mouth and dipped between her lips. She sucked on his tongue and this pleased him.
He pushed up onto his arms and grinned down at her.
“Glad you came to the beach today?” he asked cockily.
“What do you think?”
Cathy wrapped her arms tightly around Boyd’s neck and pulled him down for another wet, heated kiss on the mouth. She felt his cock softening within her, and she was sorry.
But there would be another time.
There were many times to look forward to, when a girl was sixteen.
Chapter 2
“Hey, you don’t have any boy dolls.”
Beth looked up at the man who stood over her, grinning down. He had deeply tanned skin and lots of black hair on his legs, chest, and tumbling around his ears. He wasn’t quite as old as her daddy, but he was older than the lifeguard that Cathy liked.
“I don’t care for boys,” Beth said, and returned to playing with her dolls.
“How about men?” the man asked, squatting. His penis had fattened as he gazed at the sleek-bodied little girl with her so-innocent face and brown hair bobbed short.
“I like men all right,” she said concentrating on her dolls as she moved them about.
“You here all alone?”
“My sister’s around.”
“How old is she?”
“Sixteen.”
“And you?”
Beth looked at the man. “You a cop or something?”
The fellow laughed, still squatting beside her. “Why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know. You’re asking a lot of questions.”
“My name’s Gary, and I live near here. I’m no policeman.”
The girl had the mere beginnings of breasts, making very small dents in her blue one-piece swimsuit. Gary’s cock throbbed harder.
He glanced about the beach. “I don’t see your sister.”
“Oh, she’s with that lifeguard. She digs him.”
“I get it,” Gary said, staring at the tent next to the vacant lifeguard tower.
He glanced back at Beth. “What do you think they’re doing?”