"Does that feel good, Lynn dear?" Harry panted, "Do you want me to keep on?"
"Oh God, yes… yes…" Lynn managed to get out. She was a totally aroused female now, straining with desire after only a few minutes of sexual manipulation. She was tortured now with the effort, not of trying to impose her reason on the mindless passion that was overcoming her, but trying to keep that reason at bay, trying to keep it away long enough so that her body might be satisfied sexually.
"Do you want me to go on, baby?" Harry asked, drawing his hand out from underneath her parted robe.
"Yes… please… yes…" the luscious young blonde moaned.
"Then you're going to have to do something for me first." With a groan, Harry shifted himself on the seat, and unzipped the zipper on his bulging pants. "Now, go on dear, take out my cock."
An undesired shudder of sensual excitement quivered through the young girl at his command, yet she couldn't do as he asked. She fought the pin-pricks of sensation which rose up through her belly. "No, please…"
Once again Harry reached over for her, well aware of the hopeless battle raging within his aroused young guest. He slid his hand under her robe and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely moaned, no longer trying to stop him.
With thumb and forefinger he spread the fleshy lips of golden pubic hair lining the outside of her moist, pink cunt. Lynn sat back, holding her breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance to his hands coursing over her body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her now jelly-like muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly heaving breasts, destroying all feeling of debasement, humiliation, or anything else but the delightful pleasures building within her. The straining thighs relaxed and parted loosely as she turned toward Harry with a low, surrendering moan, as if her mind were separate from her body.
Her hand moved across his pants and slid inside his open fly and clasped his heavy, thick cock. And to her horrified amazement, she found that her fingers, of their own volition, were pushing his jockey shorts aside and bringing the hard, fleshy rod out of its prison, out until it stood up menacingly and erect, her long fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around it.
"Ahhh, that's it, baby," Harry grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser button, and allowed Lynn to slide his pants down, and then his shorts. Now he was sitting nakedly displayed on the cockpit seat. In spite of her revulsion, something made Lynn caress and stroke his throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the angry red coronal rim. She slid her hand down the hotly throbbing shaft to its base and then below, to cup and squeeze his sperm-bloated testicles reverently, cradling them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautifully formed rod of aching male-flesh with tiny, nipping pressures.
Her hips ground of their own volition hotly down against the seat and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting painfully from between her passion-clenched teeth. She couldn't believe it! Yet, it was happening to her, by her… What is wrong with me? she thought confusedly. I can't stop myself… I want to touch his penis! I have to touch it… ooooh, God!
Harry sat back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken the girl. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him wildly… not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.
Harry was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde. Her firm, sleek body was an entrancing combination of swelling breasts and thighs, and he gaped at the velvet-like, honey-covered silken down that she was exploring gently with her fingers now, the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink, hair-lined slit running the full length of her openly spread cunt caused his mouth to water, and his tongue flicked over his lips in keen anticipation as he watched the glassy expression in her eyes.
"Get down between my legs," Harry ordered, watching her small young breasts dance and her lush, rounded buttocks sway as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now lick my cock, baby. Put my cock in your mouth and suck…"
And she did, even though this was one of the things she had never done to a man before; making him cum with her hand was one thing – but kissing a man on his penis was something only perverts did, only sick people! But I must be sick… I can't help myself… I want to suck his cock, just like he wants… Dear God…
Lynn lavished Harry's quivering shaft before her with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its blood-thickened underside up to its lust-hardened cock-head, sucking, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes… then back down to its base and to the black-haired pubic growth and then lower, down around the distended, bloated sac of his testicles, hot from their load of sperm. Ohhh, I love it! I love it!
Her first taste of pungent male spice instigated wild tremors of delight in her young body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on one arm while she reached back with her other and slowly, tenderly felt her breasts and nipples, belly and thighs. Ohhh… Lynn was wild with frenzy, her stomach and vagina churning now with a spasming need that she had never dreamed existed and which was driving her to the point of orgasmic madness. God… she loved this! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Harry's hair-covered balls and along the heavily throbbing shaft to its lewdly bobbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted to suck his thick male sperm down into her throat and belly!
She began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder of revulsion at what she was allowing herself to do passed through her momentarily, she realized that the exquisite deliciousness of Harry's cock was too much to resist. She felt the wiry hair of his loins rub against her with every thrust, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her vagina still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which rippled through her almost-naked flesh.
Dear God! This isn't happening! her mind kept repeating over and over, but she knew it was, and the pungent odors of Harry's lust-engorged cock slithering in and out of her lips stung her flared nostrils and she began to insanely run her tongue faster over his hotly pulsating shaft and bulging cock-head. She may be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't want this to stop! Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thought raced out of control through her passion-fogged mind.
"Now, baby," Harry hissed down at her, "beg for it."
"Mmmmmm," Lynn mewled, her mouth still ovalled tautly around his throbbing hardness. "Ohhh, yes… yes…" Her words were muffled and indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of her body was gone.
"Beg me to cum in your mouth, baby," he commanded, continuing to grind his cock into her wet quivering throat.
"Ohhh, yes… cum in my mouth!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips spewing out those lewd desires for the first time in her life sending new lascivious thrills racing through her.
Harry Johnson felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the apex of his penis and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed his buttocks, watching the girl's honey-blonde head bob crazily up and down as she worked her mouth around his still swelling, hammering cock. It was a masterful sight, he thought, watching it, though he wondered why she didn't choke. Great whirls of heat were building in the sac of his testicles, and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin droplets from the side of Lynn's firm, white-skinned body.