"Luck? I won't need it. I'm hot enough to rape the bastard if he doesn't let me suck him off right away!"
They laughed, then turned and eyed the prone girl in the sleeping bag. In a sad voice, Phyllis said, "She doesn't know what she's missing. When you say you're going to sleep with a guy, she thinks that's all you want to do."
"Her loss. Let's split. I'm getting so damned horny, I can barely stand myself!"
The two left silent as shadows. Ginnie lay in the bag, waiting. In less than ten minutes, she heard leaves rustling outside. A twig broke and then a dark form loomed in the opened flap of the tent.
"All alone?" came Joe's soft voice.
"Not now. You look cold. Why not climb in and slip that cock of yours into something hot!"
The words would have horrified her parents. And now they came so easily to her lips. She was turning into a slut and she loved it.
"Best invitation I've had all day." With that, he quickly shucked off his clothes and worked his body down into the bag, not bothering to unzip it. Just the feel of his hairy legs rubbing against her boobs was exciting her. She had to have his cock now.
"Ummm, you're all soft and nice. I like that." His hands clamped firmly on her tits as he scooted himself into position beside her in the tight-fitting sleeping bag.
"God, you don't know how I've wanted you! My poor cunt hasn't been the same since you fucked me this afternoon. Do it again! Stuff that prick of yours all the way up my twat!"
"Such foul language from such a little girl," he chided. He wanted to goad her into saying more. He knew how she got off on the words.
"Fuck the hell out of me, you lousy motherfucker! I want this, damn you, not your talk!" She gripped his prick and wrapped her fingers around it. She pulled him powerfully toward her snatch.
He silenced her with a crushing kiss on her lips. She stiffened at the wet feel on her lips, then relaxed. She didn't want to fall back into her old behavior patterns. She'd outgrown the other personality as soon as she'd felt how good it was to have a real man using his cock on her juicy, tight cunt.
Her lips parted enough to allow his tongue to rush into her mouth. There, his tongue tangled erotically with hers. She returned the deep kiss as best she could. Her tongue stroked across the sides of his, rubbing, fondling, stimulating until they were both gasping for breath.
His hot breath caressed her cheek as he panted, "I never found a chick as ready to fuck as you. When I broke that plug in your cunt, I didn't realize I was loosing a flood of fucking. God, you're hornier than if you'd been locked up for a thousand years without a man."
"You're responsible. You do that to me. I've got to have more of that precious prick of yours. All the way up here."
She pulled his hand to her twat. She sighed when he pressed down on her pubic bone. Deep inside, she could feel her already tight cunt narrowing due to his hand. When his finger invaded her pussy, she moaned soft and low. This was living. The man knew all the right things to do to her and he was doing them!
"That's nice, isn't it? How does this feel?"
His finger worked around her clit. She came. The light touch was all she needed to get off in a big way. The man's weight pressed even more firmly down on her now as he jockeyed for a better position. She let her legs drift open to hint.
It took a little bit of acrobatic skill to properly position his cock in the exact spot she wanted it, but she kept moving until everything was perfect.
He wasn't inside her yet. That would come in a bit. Right now he was lavishing kisses all over her face and lips and throat. The man's tongue lightly touched the hollow at the base of her throat before working up to her jaw and back to her ear. His tongue shot out, cock-hard, into the tiny cavity it found.
She gasped. The hot breath was making the already sensitive flesh even more responsive to his every touch. When that tongue lashed out and into her ear, she had to respond. Arching her back, she lifted both their weights upward. The sleeping bag kept her from turning over. She was pinned under him. She had to take whatever he dished out.
And the girl loved every second of that tongue lashing.
She managed to lift her legs on either side of his trim body. Raising her knees as much as possible, she was able to get her ass off the ground enough to cause his prick to nudge into her cuntlips.
She was already frothing over with her thick inner lubricating oils. Her cunt was hungering for cock. She had to have him. Everything he did to her was stimulating, exciting, arousing. And she had to have more. His huge prick splitting her apart was all that was left.
The coed had to have her professor fucking her so hard he threatened to split her apart all the way up to her chin. She was begging for it, her cunt demanded it. She was going to get it.
She got it.
His cockhead parted her labia and paused for a second just inside the humid chamber of her pussy. Then like a rocket sled on rails, he shot all the way into her belly. The friction of his cock against her softly folded cunt walls almost tipped her mind loose from sanity.
Her entire body came alive, more alive than it ever had been before. She groaned and managed, to gasp out, "Fuck me good, damn you! That's what I want. Your cock, your lovely fucking cock all the way up my twat!"
"And you've got it. God, but you're squeezing down harder now than you did this afternoon. And you were a Goddamn virgin then. Shit, you learn fast, girl. Maybe too damn fast. You're gonna rip my cock out by the roots!"
She could barely hear him. Her head was too twisted up by the wonderful sensations smashing into her body. The warmth of his twitching cock testing in her twat was filling her belly. The friction of the fucking was burning hot in her cunt and spreading throughout her hips and pelvis. The man's weight crushing her down into the soft down of the sleeping bag mashed her tits flat.
The tiny nipples were poking holes in his chest. They had to be. They were hard and jabbing into her chest. Excited blood pounded fiercely into her tits. She was positive those creamy globes of tit flesh would explode like overinflated balloons. But she was happy. He was fucking her. She had that long cock all to herself again. Let the other girls brag. She didn't have to. She had the real thing and knew it. They had to live in their dream worlds of huge cocks and men stuffing themselves into open mouths.
That was their dream world. It was her reality. She had all the hard, fucking-stiff cock she could handle. And it was driving hard all the way up into her belly at that instant.
She couldn't have asked for more.
"Isn't this something else?" he asked.
"You're something else! That cock of yours! Heaven, sheer heaven!"
"I meant fucking in the sleeping bag. It's sort of like being tied up, yet we've got some freedom to wiggle around. Like you're doing."
She was thrashing about in her ecstasy. Hips lifted off the ground in a vain attempt to get even more of his prick up her cunt. Her legs wrapped around his upper thighs. Her feet rested on the backs of the man's calves. She began rubbing the instep of her foot against his hairy legs, spurring him on.
The effort was wasted. He didn't need to be urged to fuck her harder. Her cunt was giving him the best loving he'd ever gotten.
Totally surrounded by the hot flesh of her twat, he drove in and out with powerful strokes. The flesh clawed and grabbed at him in a way that turned him on. Every single inch up and down her cunt clutched at him, willing him to stay buried balls deep.
His body told him to move, to stroke, to give her the fucking of her young life. Her cunt tried to imprison him. It took all the power locked up in his hips to pull free from her manhole. There was a lewd smacking noise as he broke the immense vacuum she was building up inside. That sound seemed to turn her into a sex-starved maniac.