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All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Randy Taylor walked dejectedly out of his yard and down the street.
"Outsmarted by my own parents!" The phrase kept running through his
mind. "How could I have been outsmarted by my own parents?"
He had just been caught impersonating a 32-year-old dermatologist to
a 25-year-old woman over a matchmaker BBS when she suddenly showed
up at his door. Apparently, she and his parents had set him up in
an encounter meant to humiliate him and teach him a lesson. Ha! He
would just be careful not to give out his real address next time!
After all, he still had his dad's old love letters stored safely in
his computer.
Just then, a red corvette pulled alongside him. When he saw the
driver, he turned away and just kept walking. It was her! Probably
back to taunt him. How pathetic.
The window on his side of the car rolled down.
"Hey, Randy, I'm sorry!" Their was genuine regret in her voice, but
he wasn't buying it.
"Go away!" He responded without much enthusiasm. He kept walking
for appearance's sake, but wasn't quite sure how to respond to this.
Gosh, she was gorgeous! Maybe she was serious... Naw.
But the car kept rolling along beside him.
"Randy, I had to play along with your parents after they found out.
I didn't want to hurt you! Please listen, Randy, I'm glad you're
only 12!"
This stopped Randy in his tracks. Glad? What did that mean? Was
she serious? What if she was? Was it worth it to find out? Maybe.
"Do you trust me, Randy? Can we take a ride and discuss it?" She
sounded very earnest.
Randy finally turned toward her with a pained expression on his
face. "What's there to discuss? You had a good laugh, you taught
me a lesson. Isn't that enough?"
"I'd like to make it up to you, Randy, please?"
Hmm. This had possibilities. He weighed the pros of cons of get-
ting in the car with her. He decided that he did trust her. After
all, she apparently hadn't told him that the "software" she had
mailed to him was computer porn, and her regular email to him over
the last few months had made her out to be a very caring, gentle
person.
Randy opened the door and climbed into the corvette. As soon as he
was buckled in, she hit the gas and they were off.
"I'll just drive around the block a few times, and you can get out
whenever you want, OK?" She asked, trying to make him feel at ease
after getting into the car with someone not far removed from being a
total stranger.
"Don't go past my house."
"Deal. And thanks." She assured him with a warm smile.
He fought the urge to smile back, thinking he might be able to ma-
nipulate the situation better if he played it cool. He began to
check out the dash and the interior, careful not to look at her (too
much). "Is this your car?"
"Naw. The rental company gave me a free upgrade with my flyer
miles. It's fun, isn't it?"
"Yeah." He settled into looking out the window.
"Listen, Randy. I kind of figured you weren't a 32-year-old derma-
tologist even before I came up here."
"Really? How?" Randy was sure his alter ego had been bullet proof.
"Oh, just little things that didn't quite add up, like grammar and
spelling, and stuff. It was more in line with what a fif-
teen-year-old might write."
"I used a spell checker." Randy protested, but he knew that English
composition was not one of his best skills (yet).
"True. But it doesn't catch when you use T-H-E-I-R instead of
T-H-E-R-E or T-O instead of T-O-O. Something I would expect a
32-year-old dermatologist to know."
"So you thought I was fifteen?" Randy looked at her face now,
searching for any signs of dishonesty.
"About." She smiled. "Or a precocious twelve-year-old."
Randy liked being called precocious. Some of his teachers had used
the word to describe him to his parents, and it had a ring of no-
toriety.
"I am precocious," Randy was quick to affirm, smiling for the first
time.
She laughed as she saw the mischievous smile light up his face. "I
know. Probably in more ways than one, if I judge some of your more
recent letters correctly -- at least those that didn't involve
Sears!"
Randy knew what letters she meant. After he had lost his virginity
to Sally a month ago, he had written Molly some of his own letters
with his newfound knowledge of the female anatomy and intercourse.
"Oh, yeah, those letters... Well, I've been around the block."
They both laughed at that, as they were well into their second cir-
cuit of a two-block area.
"How many times?" She asked softly, lifting her eyebrows.
Randy couldn't help blushing. He knew exactly what she was asking,
and debated whether to lie. What was she after? Did she want to
have sex with him? A kid? If she did, would she want him to be ex-
perienced? Could he back up his lie if he said twenty times and
then he DID have sex with her? He doubted it. The truth seemed
best for now. "Once. A month ago" He admitted, looking away.
"Didn't it go well?" She asked, curious to see what king of impres-
sion his first sex had left him with.
"We almost got caught by my parents. They found us in the hot tub
together with my brother and his girlfriend. Sally's been shy with
me ever since."
"Sally's your girlfriend?"
"Sorta." Randy didn't want the woman to think he was committed.
"I see. So, did you go all the way?"
"Yeah. Twice in five minutes," Randy couldn't help bragging a
little.
"Wow!" Molly exclaimed as she tried to choke back a pleased giggle.
"That's amazing! I don't think I've heard of a man that could do
that! Youth definitely has its advantages." She gave him a sly
wink as she said the last words.
"I guess," Randy replied, unsure of the truth of her claim. It was
easy to cum twice in five minutes. How could it be different if you
were grown up?
She rode in silence for awhile. She changed her route to a circui-
tous one so that they didn't go down the same street very often, al-
ways careful to stay within a few block of his house. The gazed at
each other surreptitiously as the sexual tension in the car grew
stronger.
Finally, Molly took a deep breath. "Well, we don't have much time,
so I'll ask you straight out. Will you make love to me?"
Randy was floored. Wow! This was great! Unbelievable! This sexy
older woman was asking him to have sex with her! Heck yeah, he
wanted to make love to her! "Really?" He asked lamely.
She reached over and took his hand. "Really," She assured him.
He squeezed her hand as if trying to make sure she was real. "OK,"
he agreed as casually as he could.
She glanced at her watch. "It's about 2:45. How much time do you
have?"
"A couple hours, I guess." Randy hoped his excitement wasn't too
evident in his voice.
"Shall we go to my hotel?" She asked with a hot glance up and down
his body.
"Uh, sure." He agreed, hoping it wasn't too far away. He'd popped
a boner just thinking about screwing her and was afraid he'd have an
accident in his pants if she didn't hurry. Her hand was warm and
moist in his, and his eyes were fastened to her vibrating mammaries
as he tried to imagine what they looked like.
Randy need not have worried. The hotel was less than two miles
away. Nobody at the hotel seemed to notice the young woman and boy
holding hands as they made their way to her room on the eighth
floor.
"This is great! Look at all the mirrors!" Randy exclaimed as he
entered. Indeed, there were mirrors on three walls and the ceiling,
all easily visible from the king bed.
Randy was filled with nervous energy as he wandered around, inspect-
ing the closets, TV, and bathroom with separate tub and shower fa-
cilities. Molly indulged him in his tour of the room, then in-
structed him to sit on the bed while she slipped into something more
comfortable in the changing area.
Randy flopped backward onto the bed and rubbed at his eyes ner-
vously. His palms were sweaty, and he felt a growing sense of
trepidation. "What am I doing?" He asked himself. "I'm going to
make a complete fool of myself. She'll laugh me out of here!"
His anxiety began to overwhelm him as he listened to the noises she
made as she changed her clothes. She was humming quietly to her-
self, obviously completely comfortable with the situation. "She'll
laugh when she sees my dick." He thought.
Suddenly, she stopped humming and said, "Randy, are you ready?"
He sat up instantly. His heart started to hammer in his chest, and
his ears thrummed along with it. "Uh, yeah." Gulp. "Sure."
He rubbed his sweaty palms together nervously, afraid to look in her
direction. He found a mirror angle that allowed him to see where
she would emerge, and fastened his gaze there.
Then she walked into his view and posed for his inspection. She
wore only a couple of thin, filmy skirts of light green lace. One
covered (if you could call it that) her perfectly formed breasts,
and the other encircled her waist. The material was almost com-
pletely transparent, covering the most important places but reveal-
ing everything.
Randy's head snapped around to look directly at her, thinking the
image must have been some kind of hallucination. It wasn't. His
eyes flicked rapidly between the circles of her nipples to the dark
triangle between her shapely legs, unsure which he preferred. His
dick instantly became hard as a rock.
She smiled at his slack-jawed, wide-eyed appreciation. "Well, what
do you think?" She asked, as if she couldn't tell.
Randy could just shake his head slowly and say, "Whooooaaaa!" He
would have jumped up and ravished her if he hadn't been paralyzed.
He barely had enough presence of mind to snap his mouth shut and
gulp before he slobbered all over the floor.
She pranced by him a couple of times, making sure to let the laces
float up and down with her movements, fully revealing her rosy
nipples and the reddish-brown curls of her muff. Then she spun
around on her toes, causing the laces to fly out into discs, letting
him drink in the sight of her swinging tits and smooth, round ass.
He began to swing his legs back and forth, trying to bring a little
stimulation to his raging hard-on as he gawked at her lewd display.
"Ohhhhhh Woooooooow!" He managed to breathe in wonder. Now he knew
the difference between a girl and a woman. And what a difference!
The tits were bigger and bouncier, the cunt was harrier, the hips
were wider, and the thighs meatier. His young body tingled with the
desire to touch and squeeze and fondle and lick and kiss and fuck
every single inch of her! He had no idea where he would even begin!
She finished her modeling and came over to sit next to him, rubbing
his back. With her other hand, she took his chin and made him look
her in the eye. He saw the warmth and concern there as she asked,
very gently, if he was sure he wanted to go through with this.
He took a deep breath and tried to meet her gaze. He surely did
want to go through with this, but he felt obligated to explain his
biggest (small?) concern. "Uh, sure... But I, uh, I'm afraid I
don't have the, um, equipment to, you know, satisfy you."
She kept ahold of his chin and smiled warmly, and he felt his fears
wash away. "If I'd have wanted a grown man, I'd have invited one.
But I don't. I want YOU. I knew it the minute I saw you standing
in the doorway trying to convince me that you weren't Randy Taylor.
And even before, really, when I knew that you weren't even close to
32. Those letters, the ones that YOU wrote there at the end, showed
a genuine warmth and compassion that I think is very rare in people
your age. The ONLY way you could ever disappoint me today is if you
don't enjoy the hell out of it. Don't worry about how much pleasure
you can give to me, just how much of YOUR pleasure you'll share with
me. That's what *I* want, to experience YOUR pleasure with you,
OK?"
Randy didn't quite know what to make of all this, but it sounded
good enough to him. She wanted him to have a good time, and if he
did, she would be happy. Cool! Problem solved. "OK," he agreed
with a wide smile as his gaze dropped down to her lace-covered tits.
"Well, then, I think the only fair thing to do at this point is to
get you out of this outfit." She said as she reached for one of the
straps to his overalls. He made no move to help, as he was still
spellbound by her breasts. She gave a short laugh and said, "Go
ahead. You can play with them."
She worked at his straps as he moved a sweaty palm up to each melon
and began to rub gently, fingering the stiff, rubbery nipples. In a
moment, the bib flopped downward and she grabbed the hem of his yel-
low T-shirt to pull it over his head. Reluctantly, he removed his
hands so that she could get it off, then quickly kicked off his
half-laced sneakers and removed his socks.
Molly noticed with pleasure, as the overalls fell down to the bed,
that he had no underwear on. The hairless base of his pale hard-on
and a little of his ass crack peeked out.
Randy took a deep breath as the moment of truth arrived. This was
it. Do or die. "Ready?" He asked with a shy smile.
"Ready," she replied with a firm nod.
He stood up and let the baggy overalls drop to the floor. His
hard-on bounced as it popped free, pointing at the mirrored far wall
in all of its three-and-a-half-inch glory.
Now it was Molly's turn to gasp in delight as she inspected it in
the mirror. The erection bobbed above a delightfully smooth scrotum
two-inches in diameter. The young balls were pitched forward with
the height of his cock, and appeared to be the size of jelly beans.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" Molly exclaimed in honest delight. "It's beauti-
ful!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
She held out her arms to him and spread her legs so that he could
step up to her as she sat at the edge of the bed. He came forward
eagerly, eyes glued to her light brown muff and the rosy wet flesh
inside. "He's a cunt man," she thought, "no doubt about it!"
Randy was still fairly short, which worked out nicely as she wrapped
her arms around him and let him rest his head on her shoulder. His
straight little boy-cock cleared the lower hem of her skirt and ze-
roed directly into her inflamed clittie. Their pelvises jerked back
reflexively at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.
"Oops!" She squealed, giggling.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed into her shoulder.
He seemed hesitant to move his pricklet back toward her, so she
moved her hands down to cup his tight little ass cheeks and pull
them toward her. She felt the tip of his glans brush against the
hair of her mons, safely away from her love box for the moment.
Randy felt the kinky hairs tickle his dick head, and rammed forward
reflexively. He was slightly disappointed not to feel the moist
warm flesh again, but found that grinding his dick against the soft
skin of her vulva, with its tickly hairs was quite pleasant. When
he pressed hard, he could feel his tight young balls kiss the parted
outer lips of her cunt, tantalizing him.
"Kiss me, Randy," She whispered into his ear.
Hesitantly, he brought his mouth around to brush her lips lightly.
She brought a hand up to his neck and pressed her lips against his.
He resisted a little, but soon began to respond more passionately as
he reacted to the feelings of grinding his junior cock against her
hairy mound, with the thin material of the little skirt tickling the
upper length of his boyhood.
His hot breath blew against her cheek as their lips remained locked,
sucking at each other. She snuck her tongue between his teeth,
searching with it until she found his own wet little taster. He
jerked his head back in surprise, gasping.
His eyes again looked down through the green lace, watching the
bulge of his hard-on moving around beneath it. "Can I put it in for
a second?"
She was not surprised by this request. Young boys were so eager for
the beaver! She had to admit, though, that some of the men she had
been with were just as bad. "This is his day, though," she thought,
"if he wants to have dessert first, he can have it."
The plaintive look on his young face was so cute that she had to
give it a peck on the cheek before answering. "Already?" She
asked, just to make sure.
"Just for a second. I want to see what a grown woman feels like in-
side." He assured her.
She had to smile at his precious naivete. "Of course you can,
lover. Here, let me help you." She removed her hand from his neck
and brought it down to his little pole. She squeezed it lightly,
bringing an appreciative grunt from the boy while testing its spongy
firmness. She felt a tiny bead of thin, warm fluid drip onto her
hand. The slender little rod fit her fist nicely as she guided it
downward while adjusting her hips to better present her wet gash.
His cool scrotum nestled against her index finger.
Randy grunted as he felt the moist, warm flesh finally touching the
tip of his dork. Instinctively, he pressed forward expecting to
feel her tunnel engulf him. But she teased him for a moment by rub-
bing his swollen glans against her hard nubbin, then around the out-
side of the wet opening. He gritted his teeth as the pleasure and
anticipation nearly made him swoon. His cock clenched once, emit-
ting another dewdrop of boy-cum.
"Ready?" She asked.
"Gosh, yeah!" Randy gasped excitedly.
Then her hand was gone, and he felt himself plunging into her hot
twat with surprising ease. Gosh she was wet! And her cunt felt so
much different from Sally's. Where the girl's had been tight and
slick, Molly's had much more texture. There were all kinds of bumps
and ridges and folds, and stuff. There was alot more room in here,
too, letting the folds of cunt skin drape lovingly over his smooth
little lance, caressing it gently. And the heat! He felt like it
would melt his cock if he kept it in too long.
When he felt his balls scrunch up against her opening, he began to
move his pelvis in a gentle circular motion, luxuriating in the
soft, moist depths of his first mature pussy. "Just one more sec-
ond, as long as I don't cum yet," he promised himself.
"Mmpf. Ohh." Randy grunted into her ear, obviously relishing the
experience.
"Unh!" Molly had grunted in surprise as Randy's boner had pierced
her nest. Now she held the trembling youngster tightly, fighting to
suppress the slightest movement inside her cunt for fear of setting
the boy off prematurely. She bit her lip, but the feel of the vir-
ile little boy-dick clumsily poking at her sensitive cunt walls was
too much.
"Thsssssss! Oh, oh," she whimpered as she gave in to a mild little
orgasm that sent consecutive ripples down her canal, buffeting the
small invader and washing it with a gush of love juice. Her whole
body jerked and bounced on the bed as the pleasure spasm rolled
through her. She felt the boy tense in her arms, and she pulled him
tightly toward her, crushing her clit against his smooth abdomen,
awaiting his imminent flow.
Randy's inept control, of course, could not withstand the treatment
her out-of-control cunt was giving his excited tool. The soft walls
rippled and rolled around and over his sensitive boy-flesh, sending
electrical jolts of pleasure deep into his young loins. Hot fluids
washed around his pleasure tube, causing him to feel like it was
dissolving in there. And indeed, he didn't even realize that the
burning in the tip of his dick was partly due to his own climax tak-
ing place. He couldn't even feel his own small spurts of boy-jizz
mixing with the flood of her juices and washing back along his prick
and down his balls. There were just too many wonderful feelings
pouring through him to even begin to separate the sensations.
Molly had to catch Randy as his knees gave out with the completion
of his climax. She helped him to lie down on the bed next to her
and catch his breath. His pretty little dickie was still nice and
hard, and quite wet.
Randy took a moment to catch his breath and relive the past fifteen
seconds. It had been totally cool!
He opened his eyes to see that she was on an elbow, smiling at him.
"Wow!" He gasped, grinning hugely, "that was one GREAT second!"
"Care for seconds?" She asked, and they both giggled.
"So how does my pussy compare to your little girlfriend's? Hmm?"
Molly asked, idly running a finger over his smooth, bony little
chest.
"Uh... Well... It's bigger, wetter, hotter... And alot hairier!" He
informed her with his impish grin.
"You forgot hornier!" She said as she wrapped her arms around him
and rolled onto her back, lifting the small boy on top of her until
his still-erect shaft dug into her soft abdomen, and his face was
even with her firm jugs.
She put a hand behind his head and guided his mouth onto an erect
nipple. He needed no further prompting as he eagerly began to
suckle like a starving babe.
Sparks of pleasure began to shoot between her clittie and nipple as
he slurped noisily, and she couldn't help releasing a high-pitched
grunt of pleasure as her body convulsed underneath him, her vora-
cious cunt attempting to recapture the little stiffy that was hope-
lessly out of reach.
Minutes passed where the only sounds were of his sucking mouth and
her whimpers of passion. She tenderly guided his hands to her
breasts, teaching him how to squeeze the one being sucked and to ex-
cite the nipple of the other. With gentle pushes against his head,
she signaled for him to move his mouth back and forth between them.
Randy could tell that he was really exciting the woman beneath him,
as her body began to buck and heave in ever wilder movements. He
felt the feeling coming back into his dick-head and began thrusting
his ever-hard against her soft, smooth tummy. Her wiry pubic hairs
tickled his smooth, tight scrotum. He experimented with flicking
his tongue up and down rapidly against her nipple, and she almost
bucked him off of her as she let out a passionate yelp. Molly's
hips began to spasm rapidly against his sensitive boner, and he
fought to keep it pressed into her soft skin.
"Oh! Gaaawwwwwddd! Ungh! I coming again! Suck my tit! Unh!"
Her movements were stimulating his young cock deliciously. He
squeezed both of her titties and lapped at the erect little nipple,
twirling his tongue against the depression in the tip. The pungent,
musky smell from her pussy magnified into an almost tangible odor.
Molly moaned maniacally as she writhed in another orgasm. The
little lion cub's innocent tongue had pleasured her in a way that no
grown man ever had. Wow!
As her body began to still itself, she gently lifted his head from
her sensitive nipples. It was time for more advanced lessons!
"Have you ever tit-fucked a girl before, tiger?" She asked.
"Huh-uh!" He gasped eagerly, still trying to grind his horny cock
into her abdomen.
"Well, come on and saddle up, little doggie!" She encouraged him as
she helped him to straddle her torso where his little dickie pointed
straight up between her tits.
"Now, just lean forward and thrust," she instructed him as he put
his hands on the bed beside her head and let her engulf his throb-
bing boy meat in smooth, soft tit flesh. When she had him wrapped
up nice and tight, he instinctively began to gently thrust back and
forth.
He growled in pleasure as he felt the soft skin caress his sensitive
peter, rubbing along its pulsating hardness with each back-and-forth
motion. His tender ball sack rubbed pleasantly over her ribs. He
jumped in unexpected pleasure as he felt her tongue lash out and
flick his dick.
Randy's young tool wasn't yet long enough to reach her lips, so
Molly had to content herself with tasting the moist tip of his
little purple glans with the tip of her tongue, and watching the
tiny slit open and close right before her eyes.
Minutes passed as Randy continued to grunt and growl his pleasure as
he more and more rapidly thrust into her velvety tit flesh. Molly
was delighted when her tongue managed to catch an emerging bead of
the boy's pre-cum and make a stringy bridge with the rapidly moving
glans.
As the little guy's moans became louder and longer, his thin hips
driving at a faster and more irregular pace, Molly debated whether
to stop him before he shot off again. No, she decided, he was lov-
ing it. Besides, there was no doubt in her mind that this kid could
cum three or four times in half-an-hour.
"Awwwwwwgggghhhh! Ahhhhhh! OH, YEAH!" Randy grunted as his little
hips ground to a halt with his three-and-a-half-inch cocklet buried
deeply between her ripe melons.
Molly stuck her tongue out and planted it right against the sensi-
tive underside of his circumcised little glans. His pelvis twitched
spastically while his swollen boy flesh began to pulse.
"Ung! Ung! Ung! Unh. Unh. Unnnnnh...Unnnnnh...Unnnnnh." Randy
grunted as his overactive little glands strained to empty themselves
of his thin, clear semen. Two little jets of boy jizz splashed onto
Molly's waiting tongue, followed by a few more dribbling droplets.
She waited until he had squeezed it all out before she brought her
tongue back into her mouth and swirled the thin juice around, luxu-
riating in its stringy, bitter consistency. Her cunt twitched in
response to his boyish flavor.
Still gasping and panting from his orgasm, Randy continued to thrust
his softening pricklet against her tits, smearing some late droplets
of boy cum around on her soft mounds of flesh. In a moment, he al-
lowed himself to flop down next to her, his limp pricklet feeling
all warm and tingly.
"How was that?" She asked the panting boy.
"Awesome!" Was all he could get out.
She brought her face close to his and brushed his light brown bangs
out of his eyes. Slowly, gently, she kissed him on the lips. His
tongue came out to meet hers, and they Frenched for a few minutes
until she decided that she had to taste the rest of him.
She licked and kissed her way down his chin and neck, taking a
minute to swirl her tongue around the soft peach fuzzed skin below
his ear. He purred as she made her way down his chest and began to
lap at his tiny brown nipples, coating them with saliva until they
became erect little pinpoints.
Lower and lower she moved her tongue. Down his smooth tummy and
into his little belly button. She filled it with saliva before
pressing onward toward the center of his maleness. She began to
nibble softly when she got to his bald pubic area, tantalizing his
sensitive skin, then soothing it with her tongue. He began to
squirm beneath her, and she felt his boyhood stiffening against her
hanging breasts.
Deliberately, she passed by his excited organ and continued nipping
and licking at the erogenous areas of his inner thighs and pelvis.
She smelled the light, bleachy scent of his balls and inhaled
deeply, enjoying his boy-smell. He was already fully erect and
squirming impatiently beneath her as she made her first
tongue-flicks against his tight, smooth scrotum. His balls pulled
even tighter as she teased them with jabs of warm wetness, tasting
his salty sweat and a hint of her cunt juices. Soon, they were hug-
ging at the base of his little rod, and she moved her tongue onto
it, swirling it around and down along the little crevice where his
scrotum met his abdomen.
She was surprised to feel something tickle her lapping tongue, and
noticed a very downy, light-brown hair growing from the top of his
balls. His first? She jostled his nuts with her fingers to closely
inspect the indentation on both sides, but could find no others.
She licked the little furrow, thinking maybe her woman-spit would
encourage the growth of more.
Her cunt ached with emptiness, and was copiously drooling its love
nectar. She quickly swung her legs around and straddled Randy's
prone form. Scrunching up, she placed her dripping pussy over the
boy's astounded face. Once in place, she began to unashamedly run
her clitoris over his nose and mouth, smearing them with her juices.
At the same time, she began licking his slender little cock with
long strokes from head to base, licking off all traces of their
mingled juices from their intercourse. Occasionally, she would in-
clude his tight, bald scrotum.
Randy was nearly overcome with the sight of the big, hairy cunt in
his face, and the hard little half-inch piece of flesh that she kept
rubbing across his mouth. The fumes were making him feel
light-headed, and the sticky juices seeping through his lips awoke
an instinctive thirst for them. Tentatively, he stuck his tongue
out to stab at her swollen clitty, but she jerked it back quickly,
as if the touch hurt her. Puzzled, he tried again when it came back
within reach. Again, she jerked away.
"Ooooo, sweetheart, that's nice but my clittie's too sensitive. You
can lick everything else you want to, though," she explained, peer-
ing at his spellbound face from below her breasts.
Randy again stuck out his tongue, aiming for the dripping opening
below her clit. The light brown inner lips were swollen outward
about half-an-inch, revealing the soft, wet pinkness inside. He
boldly lapped at the juicy entrance, savoring the sharp, coppery
taste of her pungent juices. The more he lapped, the more he
wanted, until his tongue began to probe into her opening, tasting
the moist pinkness and drawing out more of her oozing love cream.
Molly, feeling the wonderful sensations of the boy's inexperienced
tongue tentatively probing into her love nest, took the swollen,
shiny glans between her lips and slowly moved her mouth downward.
She had to hold his hips to keep them from reflexively driving his
excited pole instantly in to the hilt. Slowly, very slowly, she
brought the short little boy cock into her hungry mouth.
Randy was going wild with the slow pleasure Molly was giving to his
over-stimulated dick. His tongue began to lap in big sweeps along
the insides of the hairy outer lips, trying to avoid her sensitive
clit, but still feeling her jerk when he forgot. As he felt his
cock become firmly engulfed, his hunger for twat became insatiable.
He grabbed a hairy labia in each hand and pulled them apart, reveal-
ing an inch or so of vagina, and bringing forth a new trickle of lu-
bricant. His tongue made short work of it as he probed ever further
into her secret depths, mining for gold.
Molly was having a hard time controlling Randy's driving hips. He
was getting ever more energetic as she sucked at his tender little
organ with her slow, tonguing strokes. She was also losing control
of her cunt, which was being mercilessly licked by the feverish boy.
Unable to control herself, she reached a hand down to her engorged
cunt and began to rub her clit sheath over her erect nubbin in a
quick circular motion. Her hand banged at Randy's chin, but she was
beyond noticing as he continued to poke her aching twat with his
wonderful, slimy little tongue.
Randy felt yet another orgasm rising up his prick. His balls were
achingly tight, his cock head on fire in Molly's mouth. Her sucking
speed was increasing quickly as she fought off her own explosion,
and Randy had no hope of holding back. It was like she was sucking
his sperm out of a straw. His toes curled and his back arched as
his little balls tried one more time to expel their scarce product.
"Gaaaah! Aggghhh! Ahhhhh..." Randy gasped into her cunt as plea-
sure spasms shook his little body, the strongest of which threatened
to tear his cock off. Molly's hand suddenly became still as she
screamed with his jerking cock still tightly in her mouth. New
juices flowed all over Randy's face as he struggled to split his at-
tention between lapping them up and cumming hard into her mouth.
"MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMM!" Molly moaned as Rand's cock
spit yet another few delicious droplets of clear, white boy cum.
She felt her cunt collapse, sending its stored juices out onto
Randy's cute little face as she writhed over him in orgasm. The two
of them bucked and heaved against each other's mouths for a solid
minute before falling apart in exhaustion.
They cuddled for ten minutes, tenderly caressing each other. Molly
knew her time with him was growing short, but knew also that these
memories would last forever, for both of them.
She was a little surprised when Randy sleepily rolled onto her,
placing his semi-erect staff at her entrance. With a gentle push,
he was inside her once more. He began to move slowly, dreamily in
and out, and soon she could feel that he was fully erect, his turgid
little cock head rubbing nicely against her g-spot.
Molly caressed his slowly humping ass, still smooth as a baby's bot-
tom. He, in turn fondled her sensitive breasts. Minutes passed as
the slowly joined with each other, each one enjoying the sensuality
of the moment, without the pressing need to cum again.
Randy tried to memorize the soft folds of the woman's vagina, the
bumpy yet soft texture that felt so good as it draped along his em-
bedded pricklet. He loved the little tickling hairs that teased his
round ball sac, and the way her clitoris bumped against his bald
little pubic mound.
Molly luxuriated in the feeling of his swollen glans parting her ca-
nal, then the feel of the smooth, slender staff running behind it,
letting the folds of skin come back to enfold it, caress it, love
it.
Randy's rhythm sputtered and stopped with his short, slender cock
buried deeply. Again, he felt the melting sensation as his cocklet
pulsed gently, dry cumming into the warm wetness of her love box,
then softening one final time, allowing her lubricant to flow forth
and bathe his balls in its warmth.
They looked into each other's eyes, acknowledging the fact that this
wonderful experience was over. Not even an hour had passed in the
hotel room, but each of them had collected a life-long memory to
cherish always.
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