He grabbed her in his arms and locked them around her. "Now it's my turn," he said. He had a gleam in his eye, and he didn't look so innocent then. Once the old drama had started, he was taking his cues right on the mark. He held her arms down and looked at her tits. She was hot and sweaty, too, and the material was now almost as transparent as the nightie she had worn the night that she came into his room. He could see her dark nipples through the cloth. They were bigger than silver dollars and very pointed. He lowered his head and licked at one and then the other. She squirmed in his grasp but didn't try to get away from him. She was only squirming because he was exciting her so much.
He released her hands so that he could slip his own fingers up under her blouse and cup her taunt titties in his big palms. As soon as he touched the warm flesh of her breasts for the first time, he knew that he was just beginning. He was going to have to go all the way. He knew she was going to let him, and his brain was melting at the thought. Her boobs were so soft to the touch, but firm and fresh and young, not floppy or loose as he had expected from the way that they jiggled under her blouse. He flipped her blouse up to her armpits and exposed the twin beauties to his gaze.
What marvelous things a young girl's tits are! he thought. They are still so tight in their young, healthy skin, so smooth and unwrinkled, unstretched, like the softest cream packed into tight globes waiting for a boy to suck on them and rest his cheek in the valley between.
She lay back passively and let him have his way with her. She had been fucked by many boys and men, but she had never been so excited as now, when this boy was getting his for the first time. She seemed to share in his innocence and excitement of discovery. She was tired of teasing. She was his, not playing any games. It didn't matter if she had a hundred more boys in a week. She felt something so special as his hands caressed her throbbing nipples that she knew that he was going to be the one.
She took his face in her hands and held it to her lips.
"I love you, Peter. I love you!"
His mind was spinning. He was too mixed up to know what he thought. He didn't know what love was; he was too sexed up to see straight; he felt a tenderness in his heart for her; his balls hurt! Right then, he wanted to fuck her so bad he thought he was going to burst into tears!
Fortunately, she wanted the same thing. She slipped her hand down to the front of his pants and felt his cock throbbing and jerking inside his jock. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. She pushed his fingers into the elastic band of his gym shorts and under the top of his jock. She could just reach in far enough to feel the sweat-soaked curls of his cock hair and the base of his prick. She pulled her hand back out and took the top of his gym shorts in both hands and tried to pull them off him.
He raised up from her and pulled his shorts and jock down at the same time. He was so hard that he could barely manage to get his pants over the bulge of his cock. When he finally stretched the elastic over the knob of his cock, it snapped up against his belly with a loud smack and bounced out in the open, jutting up from his crotch.
He was proud of himself. He had a fine hunk of meat for any man to be proud of, much less a boy his age. He slipped the shorts down his lean legs and stepped out of them. His balls swung from the base of his hard prong, loose, fat, and potent, full of many loads of jism for Valerie's cunt!
He strutted his stuff in front of her a bit and then knelt down on the moss. He reached out and pulled her blouse off over her raven dark hair, tousling it, and making her look wilder and more abandoned to lust. Then he unhooked her skirt and slid the zipper down, no longer fumbling, but sure, deft and certain of his conquest. His pecker jumped and pulsed and dripped a string of lubricating juice from his cock as he pulled her skirt over her hips.
She stared deeply into his eyes, feeling completely mastered by him for the first time. She had teased and played with him, but now she wanted nothing but to please him. She lifted her ass off the ground and let him pull her skirt off. She had on tiny, bikini panties, white with just a little bit of lace around the legs. His eyes were locked onto her pussy mound. She lifted her butt up and slid the last baffler away. Then she lay back on the moss and spread her legs a little. He could have anything he wanted!
His cock snapped up a couple of times, and he gave a groan of pleasure. He was too hot to touch her, then. If he had so much as brushed the tip of his cock to her pussy lips, he would have spurted a half cup of cum all over her cunt and sweet little belly. He didn't want to waste a good load like that! He put his hands on her lovely thighs and lowered himself down between her legs. He smelled the rich, creamy smell of her cunt, so fresh and sweet and opened his mouth. He had heard of cunt-lapping, but nobody needed to give him any lessons! His tongue gently touched the inner lips of her pussy and spread them apart. His tongue lapped into her cunt hole and up over her clit. Then he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and tasted her pussy juice. He snuffled his whole nose and mouth into her box and drilled his tongue into her cunt as far as he could get it. His nose was rubbing and bumping on her clit, then he put his hot tongue on it and sucked the little button into his lips.
That did it! She laced her fingers into his hair and shoved her hips up at him. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out loud as she thrilled in her orgasm. She heaved and bucked under his tonguing and came until her eyes rolled back into her head. She finally had to push his head away when she couldn't take anymore of the passion his lips were giving her.
"Stop! Stop, Peter!" she gasped.
"Am I hurting you?"
"God! NO! It just feels so good, I can't take any more of it. Let me, let me rest and catch my breath. Oh, I never felt so wonderful! Kiss me!"
He stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms. They frenched again with his cock throbbing against her belly and the taste of her cunt cream being traded back and forth between their tongues.
"Let me do you, Peter," she said as they paused in their passion.
"I want to fuck you, Valerie," he panted.
"I know. You will, lover. But you're too hot right now. Let me suck you off first, then we can slow down a little and fuck all afternoon!"
He did as she suggested. He was so horny that his cock just plain hurt! He knew she was right. He lay back on the moss and gave her her turn.
Valerie cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them around and hefting their weight. They were loaded all right! She stuck her tongue out and wiped it across each of the hairy spheres. His legs started to tremble, and she knew that she had messed around long enough.
She opened her mouth and popped the head of his cock inside. It was about the size of a golf ball or a little bigger. Not the biggest dong she had sucked, just the best. She ran the tip of her tongue around his crest and stuck the tip into the slit at the end of his cock where all that good pre-cum was leaking out. It tasted like the best nectar in the world to her.
She ran his cock knob up against the roof of her mouth, letting the little ripples of her palate stroke across his shaft. Then she pressed it against her gag reflex, made it stop, and pushed it on down her throat. He filled the back of her mouth just right. She forced her head down a little more and felt his cock slide into her throat. She grabbed at his shaft with her swallowing muscles and ate him right down. God! His prong felt so wonderful in there. She knew that she could give a hell of a good cock sucking.
Peter was about to go out of his mind. He was hanging on the edge of coming and straining to keep from blowing his nut. Every second got so much better and better that he couldn't believe that anything could possibly feel this good. He had never had a blow job before in his young life, hadn't even had a hand-job except for his own beating off.