"Well, this is my favorite show. Come back and talk to me some other time."
"But it's something I need to talk with a man about!" Bridget protested. She hadn't discussed a little-girl act with Donna beforehand, but ad-libbing was one of her strong points. "It's a sexual problem."
For the first time Roy appeared genuinely interested. "Yeah?" He turned towards her and hit the remote control knob to knock down the volume. "What kind of problem?"
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing."
"You can tell me about it," Roy said, then added, lying, "I'm a real expert about that sort of thing."
Bridget took a deep breath and blurted out her answer. "It's that I want to be fucked all the time! My pussy's wet constantly. I'm horny twenty-four hours a day!"
Bridget looked innocently into Roy's eyes, as seriously as if she'd just told him she had cancer. It took several seconds for Roy to believe that what he'd just heard had actually been spoken. Then his mouth drooped open, and his cock began to swell noticeably in his pants.
"Uh, Bridget," he stammered. "I don't uh…"
"All I can think about is getting fucked! Is that normal for a girl my age?"
"All day long I'm thinking about big hard cocks. My grades are going downhill, I keep losing jobs, I'm not getting enough sleep, oh Roy, everything's going wrong!" Bridget paused long enough to force a few tears from her eyes. "It's just awful! You don't understand! I have to undress in Physical Education class, and everybody can see my panties are all wet! If I don't get laid I'm gonna go out of my mind!"
Bridget stopped to wait for a response. But Roy was incapable of speech. He was definitely looking at her body now, moving his eyes frantically from her long, slender legs to her curvaceous ass to the fullness of her tits through the bikini top. His dick was so stiff it was throbbing, pushing the front of his slacks into a tent.
"Please, Roy, can't you find some guy who'll give me a good fucking?" Bridget pleaded. "I want to ask some of the boys at school, but it's so embarrassing. Oh please, can't you help?"
Roy cleared his throat. "Uh, Bridget, I really don't think it should be too difficult… that is… you're a very attractive young girl and, uh, the nature of young men being what it is, uh…"
Finally Bridget stared openly at the swollen, pulsing lump of cock in his pants. Her eyes opened wide, like a little girl on Christmas morning. Impulsively she reached down and grabbed his hard-on with both hands.
"Bridget!" Roy gasped.
"Oh Roy, you're just like me! You're horny too!" Bridget swiftly slid to the floor and knelt in front of the recliner, fiercely stroking his burning cock through his crotch. "I turned you on! You do want to fuck me, don't you!"
Roy looked frantically in every direction.
"Bridget, for God's sake! My wife is upstairs! I don't give a good God damn if she took a sleeping pill! For shit's sake, she might…"
"Awww, let me give you a blow job, pleeeasse!" Bridget pleaded. She rubbed his cock harder and faster, until a wet stain appeared on his pants as jism drooled from his swollen prick head. "Your cock feels so big and hard! I just want to see it and suck on it and eat up your cum!"
"No, Bridget, please."
Bridget ignored him. Quickly she unzipped his pants, loosening his belt buckle and tugging his slacks and boxer shorts down his hairy thighs to release his cock. Then her eyes widened with genuine surprise, and for the first time she felt as horny as she was acting.
"Oh Roy, you do have a beautiful dick!" Hungrily she grabbed his naked hard-on in both hands, squeezing it like a baseball bat as she stared at the puffy, cum-smeared knob. "It's so long and thick! Oh Jesus, I've wanted to suck off a cock like this so long!"
"Bridget, you've got to stop! Bridget… Bridget!"
Groaning, Bridget leaned over his lap until his cockhead touched her chin. Then she opened her mouth wide and dropped her head down, gurgling obscenely as the meaty inches of his cock slid down her throat.
"Oh fucking Christ!" Roy gasped. He stared at the girl's innocent face, stuffed with the blue-veined thickness of his aching cock. He made an effort to get away from her, but the pleasure of the blow job was already starting to seduce him. "Bridget, please… oh fuck it… Ohhhh…"
Bridget knew she'd reached the moment of truth, that she had to get Roy so horny that he'd lose all desire to stop her. Wetly she sucked his pulsing dick as hard as she could, feverishly bobbing her head up and down so that he could watch her fucking her face with his long prick.
"Ungghhh!" Roy grunted. His hips began to move off the recliner, thrusting his swollen cock between her lips. "Oh Bridget… oh fuck, that feels so good. My dick feels so hard, oh fuck!"
Roy gave up. His fingers twined in her long, blonde hair, holding her head in position. His expression turned from guilt to raw lust. Brutally he started to buck his ass, forcing more of his rigid cock down her throat.
"Suck it!" he demanded harshly. "That's right, eat my dick! God damn, I never been this stiff before! My cock feels like a fucking hammer! Suck it, honey! Eat my cum!"
Bridget sucked furiously and noisily, so loudly that the slurping, smacking, gurgling sounds of the blow job could have been heard in the hallway. She salivated freely as she tasted the delicious saltiness of his hard-on. Her spit ran down his throbbing cock shaft, mingling with his oozing cum in the short, wiry hairs surrounding his prick.
"I'm gonna come," Roy moaned. His eyes half-lidded drowsily as the jism churned painfully in his nuts. "You give… oh Christ… best fucking head I've ever had, honey! Oh yess, you suck my prick so gooood!"
The lewd compliment excited Bridget more than ever. Her hands slid up Roy's hairy thighs. She cupped his wrinkled balls in one hand and closed her other in a tight fist around the base of his cock shaft. Urgently she began to jack him off, rhythmically milking his dick into the clinging warmth of her sucking mouth.
His big prick grew longer and stiffer, and she knew he was about to spurt. Sloppily Bridget rolled her tongue all over the rosy knob of his cock, darting it into the open cum slit. Then she clamped her lips in a tight circle round the center of his rod and sucked voraciously, so hungrily that the head of a cock could have fit into the puckered indentation of her cheeks.
"Ahhhh fuck, ahh, ahh!" Roy gasped. He winced and writhed helplessly on the recliner as the jism prepared to push out of his balls. "Here it comes, honey! I'm gonna pop my rocks now! Ahhh… oh yes… ahhhhh!"
A huge glob of jism rocketed out of his drooling cockhead, shooting so suddenly down Bridget's throat that she never had a chance to taste his cream. Bridget whimpered hornily, tightened her fist around his dick and jacked and sucked him off as hard as she could.
Then she was rewarded, with spurt after hot salty spurt of cum. It flooded out of Roy's balls, one of the hardest comes he'd ever had in his life. Roy gasped in agony as his nuts emptied their load. Contentedly Bridget lapped it all down, working her thrust muscles to gulp up his cum.
"Oh fuck, was that good!" Roy sighed. He panted and stared dazedly at the ceiling. His forehead was coated with sweat after such a violent come. "Best blow job… best God damn blow job… Donna never sucked me so hard."
"Mmmmmm," Bridget sighed. She giggled kittenishly as she licked up the stray drops of jism spotting her chin and lips. Then she returned to Roy's cock, lovingly kissing the wilting hunk of meat in gratitude for the delicious load of cum it had given her.
"I love your dick," she purred. "It's so big and hard. Oh Roy, I just want to suck your cock forever."
"I can't fuck you right now, honey," Roy said guiltily. "It's going to take me a minute to get another hard-on. You really made me shoot buckets. I don't think my cock will ever be the same again!"