Don slipped across the couch, closer to her, as they heard the car back from the drive and pull out into the street. His voice took on a secretive tone. His hand rested casually against her bare thigh, sending small tingles of delight rippling through the girl.
"You hear about Margaret?" he asked, referring to the rather heavy girl at the end of the block. "You hear about her catching her little sister and Joel Timmons out in the garage?"
"No," Mitzi admitted, leaning toward him and not noticing how near her pussy his hand was resting. "Catching them doing what?"
"Fucking," Don answered. "Joel had the girl's panties off her and was balling away with her."
"What did she do?" she asked the boy beside her, noticing his pants swelling. She assumed it was from the excitement of telling about the two kids that his cock was getting hard. The blond had no realization that it was the feel of her soft skin, the nearness of her cunt to his hand that had Don charged up.
"Oh, she made them stop, all right," Don assured her. "She chewed them out and threatened to tell on them. The she sent her sister inside the house."
"And Joel?" Mitzi asked. She saw the sneaky smile that was playing at the corners of Don's mouth. She saw the laughter in his eyes. She felt the surge of excitement in his hand.
"She made him fuck her," the boy announced. "She pulled her jeans down and made him stick his little cock in her and fuck her, too."
"You're kidding!" Mitzi gasped. "She didn't?"
"She sure did," Don affirmed. "Joel told me about it himself. He was afraid not to. Hell, Margaret is big enough to beat him to a pulp, even if she didn't tell his parents on him. Can't you picture it? Can't you just see Joel fucking big old Margaret? Wonder if she took off her clothes and let him play with those huge tits?"
He pulled Mitzi against him in his excitement. Don hugged her tightly, his hand caressing her thighs wildly. The blond girl tried to break away from. She still had no fear that there was anything more than his excitement about his latest story. She could not conceive that Don's cock was throbbing in the anticipation of getting into her pussy.
He kissed her, catching her by surprise. His mouth came over her lips. He sucked against her, then ran his tongue into her mouth and let it explore her own hesitant tongue. Mitzi struggled against his embrace, surprised at how strong Don was. She'd assumed that the most exercise he ever got was playing the violin. She'd also assumed that Don would be the last boy to ever try and fuck her.
His hand reached up her thighs and pressed into her crotch. She shuddered in the combined fear and excitement his finger caused as it pressed her shorts against her pussy, rubbing sensuously over her and sending tingling shivers through her. She might have fought him off had she been a virgin by conviction. Mitzi had kept her cherry until now more from never having a boy set out with determination to get it than from firm resolution to preserve her maidenhead. She was caught in an emotional quandary. Don Anders was not the type she would have selected to pop her cherry.
She twisted halfheartedly against his passionate embrace. Don grabbed at her cunt more firmly, his touch causing deeper throbs of response in her. Mitzi convinced herself that all he wanted to do was tease around for a while. She still couldn't quite imagine any danger from the slender young man whom all the mothers adored. She began to rein, then felt her body respond even more passionately to his hands. He lifted his face from hers and plunged his mouth into her heaving little tits. She tingled as he turned his head from side to side, pressing into the breasts until they were pulsing as excitedly as her pussy.
"Ohhhhh," he sighed. "You're the most beautiful girl in town. You know that don't you."
Mitzi ignored the trite remark. It was not the way she could imagine Rob Demarest or one of the campus jocks speaking as he played with her tits and cunt. Still, she felt warmed by his appreciation of her, by his panting approval of her tits.
He reached one arm around behind her and grasped her pussy from beneath her ass. His other hand grappled at her tits. The blond shivered at his gentle, loving caress. She'd always been embarrassed about the small size of her tits. The way Don was treating them, though, she was suddenly proud of them. He was certainly turned on by them.
"Mmmmmm," she heard herself moan lightly. "Mmmmmm, it feels good. It feels so good to be loved like this."
"It's going to feel a lot better," he assured her. Don unsnapped her shorts and pulled her blouse free. His hand reached up beneath and covered a pulsing tit. He mashed the tit into her chest, his thumb rolling over the nipple. She arched her back to push it more voluptuously into his caress, wishing that she didn't have the bra between his hand and the shimmering little globe.
"Take my bra off," she whispered. "Take it off and let me feel your hand on the bare skin."
She sat up as he reached beneath the blouse and struggled with the bra. He seemed helpless to complete his task, so she slipped the blouse over her head and removed the bra for him. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her tits. He reached for them reverently, then cupped them in his hands.
He began kissing her tits, then sucked slowly on each nipple until Mitzi was twisting about the couch in surging passion. The blond told herself that things had gone far enough. If she let the boy get any more aroused, if she let herself get any more excited, then she would never be able to stop short of fucking. She kept telling herself that she was not going to go that far. She was going to stop him any minute now.
Don pulled her pants down before she realized he had grabbed at them. He pulled them down past her knees, then reached for her thin pink panties. Mitzi rolled away from him, accomplishing only the removal of both, leaving herself completely nude on the edge of the couch. Don grabbed her and pulled her lengthwise, pushing her against the back of the couch with his body, pinning her there while he hunched himself wildly against her.
"No!" she whispered. "No, no!"
The blond tried to get away from him, but he held her with one arm and a leg while he tugged at his pants until they dropped down to reveal his long, rigid cock.
"Please," she whimpered. "We've gone far enough. That's as far as I want to go!"
"Come on," he laughed. "I couldn't get off this hard without a fuck. No way! You've worked me up so that my prick is going to have to get relieved."
He scooted against her, turning her to the side, her back resting against the back of the couch while he shoved his cock between her thighs. Mitzi shuddered at the surprising heat of his cock. It almost burned her tender thighs, then nestled against her pussy. She felt the pressure as it struggled to enter her, felt the exquisite sensation it sent into her clit. The little nerve bud shimmered, aglow from the massage of the ramming cock.
"See," he told her. "It's not so bad. Even little kids are doing it now. Even big Margaret has been fucked."
Mitzi knew he was right. Sooner or later she'd have to get fucked. It would be a lot safer to get it from this gentle boy than from some rough jock who would just plunge into her. She trembled in fright, but lay back against the couch and let him push his cock against her pussy. The lips opened, letting the tip penetrate her. Don gasped in delight and thrust deeper. Mitzi felt the prick stop as it jammed into her cherry. She felt the pressure as he pushed harder into her.
"No!" she said. "You're going to hurt me. Don't go any farther. Please, let it stay right there."
"No way," he answered her, his breath gasping, his cock throbbing.
His hand held her ass as he thrust his cock roughly into her. She felt the hymen break, felt the flow of blood, felt the hot pecker run into her cunt passage. The blond cried out in pain and gasped as he started pumping into her.