Peggy smiled and did a neat turn under his hands until she had her ass tucked up tight against his prick, her shoulders and back rubbing against his chest, her arms up behind her, around his neck.
Hank thrilled to this new excitement, as her ass massaged his dick right through his pants. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and got them undone. As he did so, her tits bounced out into his hands. He massaged them with pleasure. They were a soft, voluptuous handful. Man, this was for him!
"Hey, you are some hot little number!" exclaimed Hank.
"You like it, huh?" responded Peggy, still making all those great moves.
"You bet," Hank said happily, punctuating the word "bet" by banging his hips into her ass. His swollen meat strained at the seams of his fly. You bet he liked it.
Peggy giggled, turned and grabbed his hand playfully and led him over to the bed. She sank down to a sitting position in front of him, and dropped her blouse seductively. Then she stood up on the bed in front of him. Placing her hands behind her head again, she went into a set of movements designed to drive any man crazy.
When she could hear Hank panting, she slowly began unzipping her skirt with both hands she eased it, inch by inch, down over her swinging hips until it fell at her feet, leaving her ass rotating, clad only in the briefest and sheerest of bikini panties.
Hank wanted to get his hands on her buns, but Peggy moved just out of reach. She slowly turned around, still gyrating to the music, until she was facing him.
Hank drooled as he looked at those beautiful young breasts swaying back and forth, as he looked at her fine flat tummy undulating sensuously, imitating a Turkish belly dancer. Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved closer to Hank, the fine, curly hairs of her snatch poking out of the mesh nylon material of her bikini panties as if they were reaching for freedom. Hank looked at her auburn clad crotch hungrily. What a sweet looking hot-come cunt she had!
Peggy stepped up the tempo of her grinding hips, and before Hank knew it, her filmy clothed cunt was brushing his mouth.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed her around the ass and crushed her cunt to his mouth. He breathed on it, inhaled it. He locked it through the fine mesh of her bikini panties.
It's a wonderful cunt, a beautiful cunt, a glorious cunt! his mind screamed over and over inside his head.
Peggy reached down between her legs and unzipped his pants once more. This time the fat meat popped out of his pants, ready for action.
Hank eased Peggy down onto the bed, his face still tight on her cunt. He got out of his pants, and angled over her.
In one quick movement, he grasped the flimsy crotch of her panties in his teeth and with a sharp jerk of his head, ripped the crotch of her panties right out!
Peggy squealed with delight. She had lost a lot of panties this way. It was her favorite way of losing them. She loved to drive men mad. Drive them to the point where they didn't care what the hell they did or how, as long as they got their cocks into her hot cunt.
She loved to work men up into a frenzy, into a fever pitch. She loved their hot panting breath on her clit. On her stomach. On her neck. She loved the fast mindless way they fucked when they were out of their minds like that.
They fucked the way she'd seen animals do on the farm, madly pumping in and out, turning and twisting this way and that, screaming with the anguish of pre-orgasm pain when the swelling in their balls was almost at the bursting point.
When Hank ripped out the crotch of her bikini panties, she knew he was boiling with desire. She could almost feel the increase in his body temperature as he hovered over her.
That's more like it, she thought smugly to herself. Now, let's see you fuck, Hank baby. Let's see you fuck.
Hank hovered over her, flexing his dick to be sure it was in top shape. It was. His balls hung heavy and sure in their wrinkled scrotum, waiting for their turn to show what his manhood was made of.
Peggy was getting tired of waiting. She was hot and ready to see this stud perform.
"Plllease stick your cock in me," she breathed, lust dripping from every word. "Get it in me… get it in my cunt."
"That's right," said Hank with a lewd smile, thinking that this was just the way he had figured it would be.
"Let me hear you beg for my big prick. Let me hear you tell me how badly you need it."
"Ohhhh, I'm on fire, Hank I'm on fire. Drop your big hose into me. Put out the fire!"
Hank chortled. He was as hot as she was. His big meat pulsed in expectation of the moment when it would plunge headlong into her hot box and pump them both into a madness of fiery lust.
What a hunk of sex this creature is, Hank thought, as he viewed her sleek, desirable form stretched out on the big bed in front of him. Clothes didn't do her justice.
Naked, she was even more fantastic with her curly, bobbed auburn hair and hazel eyes. He ogled her curvy breast mounds, her well turned ass and long, shapely legs. If she did things for a man fully dressed, little Peggy did even more for them naked. She was the type of girl that could turn any man into a violator of women, even if he had taken the sacred vows of chastity.
Of course, what Hank didn't know about this 5'4" little love machine was that she had an almost insatiable appetite for sex. She loved to fuck and suck and she loved to be sucked and fucked. She'd take on almost anyone, anywhere, anytime.
As long as it was male, with a full compliment of utensils consisting of a prick and at least one ball, she'd lay it on a street corner if that's all there was time for. She'd blow a guy off in an alleyway, let him ass-fuck her in a park, or sit around and play with herself as he jacked himself off across from her.
Whatever it was, whenever it was, wherever it was, as long as it had to do with sex, she wanted her share of it. Group gropes, community hump sessions, even a good lesbian fuck, she was game for anything.
Right now, though, she was getting a bit put out with Hank's hesitation. Wasn't he ever going to get down to it? She had worked him up as hot as she had ever gotten any man. What was the delay?
"Hey, Dad, let's get it on!" Peggy pouted. "What are you waiting for, a gilt-edged invitation? Fuck me now, dammit. Fuck me NOW!"
"All right sweetie, all right," Hank answered, his cock pulsing as hot as her cunt. "Hold on, 'cause Daddy's gonna give it to you right!"
As if she doubted his word, Peggy reached down for his cock, ready to stuff his big meat in her juicy, hot cunt. But before she got her hand as far as his crotch, Hank suddenly lunged forward with his hips and sent his swollen rod smashing into her tummy, via her love hole.
"Ahhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Peggy sighed joyfully, thrilling to the feel of his bloated, heavy, fat meat firmly entrenched in her sizzling box.
"How's that, baby?" Hank asked in a thick voice. "Is that what you wanted?"
"Ohhhh, yes!" Peggy breathed back at him. "It's beautiful. It's just what I wanted!"
"Well, if that's all it takes to please you, let's make it even better!"
And with that, Hank reached around and hooked his arms under the little girl's beautifully sculptured legs and brought them back and up toward her chest. Then he swung them over his shoulders and shuffled a bit forward on his knees.
Peggy was bent double at this point, with her calves resting against Hank's shoulders, her luscious tits mashed almost flat against her body by her knees.
"What do you think of that, Peggy, baby?" Hank asked her, with manly pride.
"It's great…" she answered breathlessly. "Now you can really feel it, can't you?"
"Hell, yes!" came back the answer like a little explosion. "I can jolly well almost taste the sweet head of your fucking big prick!"
Hank began nudging his rod further into the butter-soft folds of the young woman's quivering vagina. He savored the thought that in this position she would be able to feel every inch of his enormous dong. He filled her to capacity and then some.