"I get lonely in the summer," she went on. "Living out here on an estate doesn't make for much socializing. A lot of boys in town don't date girls with lots of money." She looked at him and pouted. "It's nice having you here this summer, Kevin, really!" She sneaked her hand down. He let her weave her fingers through his. "Don't you ever think about girls?" Kevin nodded. Vicky felt her heart speed up. She scratched circles on his palm with her nail. "You're so good-looking, I'll bet you've made it with lots of chicks, haven't you?"
Was it a blush? No, she couldn't really tell what Kevin thought of her question. She managed to move herself a little closer against him. Kevin didn't seem to mind it. But he wasn't coming on like Don Juan either. She decided to try a little flattery.
"A girl can get tired of pushy boys; you know, a guy who can't keep his hands to himself." She watched his face. Those open, innocent eyes weren't telling her anything. And she was wondering if she would ever be able to excite him at all. She might as well have been a dog there beside him. And he hadn't even given her coat a good ruffling. But then she saw him looking at the titty closest to his arm. Sure, it wasn't very big, but it was firm and rounded and rode high on her chest.
"Wanta go for a dip?"
Vicky led the race down to the water. They splashed out to where the big breakers were folding over and then when she was thoroughly wetted, she worked her way back to the shore and stood waiting for him. Now the look on Kevin's face gave him away.
The little patches of yellow silk were plastered tightly to her breasts and pussy. Her nipples bulged out like small flesh buttons. Her sparsely furred cunt could clearly be seen… even the slit where the crotchpiece had slipped up between the outer lips. And it wasn't lost on Kevin. He'd already pulled off his T-shirt and jeans before plunging in. Now his skivvies showed that his cock was not sleeping anymore. Vicky was going to make sure she held onto her edge.
"You look nice all dripping with water," she said, pushing her hot young form up against him. The bulge pushed against her thigh. But she was afraid to reach. The last time she'd tried that, Kevin had lost the game quick. Maybe he didn't like young girls fooling with him. Maybe he was spooked because she was jailbait.
"Ohhh, you're so strong," she breathed, letting her fingers tickle lightly over his chest and biceps. She traced her way down to his hips. It was almost impossible for her to keep from grabbing. Breathing hard now, she eased three fingers of each hand under the elastic band of his shorts.
"Nooo!" Kevin moaned. It was the first word that Vicky had ever heard him say. She wished it'd been yes. She let her fingers curve around his muscular ass. He struggled like his mind was torn.
"Oh Kevin, hold me! Kiss me!" She tilted her face up and closed her eyes. His lips brushed her shyly. She had her fingers excruciatingly close to his cock now. She felt like she wanted to pounce on it like a cat and dig in her claws. But she was afraid that if she went too fast, the same disaster might occur which stopped her last time.
But she knew how to hold him, to keep him! She'd never dared to even think of such a thing before, but Kevin was her dream guy and she wanted him to be half crazy about her. She knew that if she played her cards right, she could make that dream come true. She let her body slide down his until she was on her knees before him. Her heart pounded from the uncertainty she felt. She'd only heard about girls giving head before. And then the other day when Mona had cleaned up her fuck mess, Vicky had realized that the tales weren't just tales. But she had no actual experience or information on exactly how to go about it.
Her fingers were hooked over the front of Kevin's skivvies. He looked down on her, eyes wide with surprise. But his hands were resting gently on the sides of her head. She had the strangest feeling that he knew what she was up to. She eased down the front of his underwear and when his uncircumcised cock bobbed up against her chin, she lost her breath for a moment. A wave of dizziness swept over her. It was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen hanging on a man. Not that she'd seen more than about three.
"Oh Kevin… Ohhhh…!" She lifted it gingerly with her fingertips. The way the foreskin covered the darkened tip confused her a little at first. She'd only seen Howell's cock when he'd gotten out of a shower and her father's, of course. Their flared crowns were always apparent. But Kevin's was in a secret place. It made her explorations all the more titillating.
Vicky brushed her hair back from her eyes and bent close. A faint musky aroma came up from the tip of Kevin's penis. She kissed the outer skin. It was white and smooth and soft. The heat of it against her lips made her whimper. Her pussy was absolutely drenching the little crotchpiece of her bikini. Kevin made a sound deep in his throat and his fingers pressed her temples. Vicky felt elation. He liked it! She wasn't freaking him out or anything. She touched her tongue to the tiny spot of blue showing through the opening in the foreskin. Kevin stopped breathing. She pushed on inside, swathing the spongy head with her spit and sanding it with fluttery movements. Almost immediately the whole shaft began to lengthen more, thicken. She felt the foreskin being stretched back as Kevin's organ grew against her closed lips. Then the head began to emerge slowly from its protective covering. With her fingers circling the loose skin, she helped it back. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her nipples burned from the excitement of watching this happen before her eyes. It was a kind of magic to know that she was causing it all. She was sexy enough to do it and her confidence soared.
"Kevin, I want to kiss you… here…" she kissed the smoldering glans, "and here!" Her lips wetly brushed the lobes under the tip. Kevin shivered as if a great wind had hit against his chest. He swayed there as he stood on the sand. His hands began to lovingly rub her head.
"Ohhh, this is fantastic! I hope I'm doing it right!" She wet her bottom lip until the spit was leaking down her chin and then eased it under head of Kevin's cock. He gave a grunt as movement forward pushed his foreskin even further back. Her upper lip naturally fit over the top of his ridged crown. She liked the way it fit. It made her feel very odd to have a boy's cock that far into her mouth, but she closed her eyes and remembered to keep breathing. Her tongue was flicking like that of a snake. She let it flick out further until it was teasing the tiny slitted opening.
"Ahhhhhh!" Kevin gasped, his hips moving at last. Vicky smiled and brought her head gently forward. His cocktip slid over her lips, over her bottom teeth and into the hot trough she'd formed with her tongue. She kept pushing her mouth over him, letting the shaft penetrate halfway. Then she had an urge to gag and stopped to let the dizziness pass again.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, nostrils flared with excitement. "Nhhhhmmmm!" She curled her fingers into the meat of his ass cheeks to hold on. The urge to choke had quickly passed. It was surprising her how much cock her mouth would really hold. Kevin was at least six and a half inches long and it seemed that he was still growing. She smiled at the thought of measuring him sometime. But his tip wasn't making her gag now. She dared to move her mouth forward.
"Ghhuuuuh," she gasped, feeling the smooth and slackened bumps on the underside of his tip touch the beginning of her throat. Quickly she brought her head back until his throbbing cock lay in the curve of her tongue again. She pushed her licking forward and back, sanding the underside. Kevin sounded like he was entering another dimension.