it's hot. Now a man, he's different. It's easy to see when he's hot.'
Tommy smiled and looked at Connie. She was staring at his erect prick hidden beneath his shorts. Tommy's face became crimson.
He watched in fascination as Connie leaned over and pulled back the waistband of his shorts. Slowly she peeled the shorts down and his cock sprang out, slapping against her wrists as she tucked the elastic of his shorts beneath his balls.
Tommy couldn't believe that that was his prick. It was hard, smeared with juice, standing erect from his crotch, the apricot-shaped head quivering.
'Now, Tommy, don't be embarrassed.'
But he wanted to scream out to Miss Ryan that she was the first girl to ever see his prick. His sister had seen his prick once or twice when he had forgotten to shut the bathroom door as he pissed. But his sister had never seen his cock like this, standing straight out from his crotch, the staff throbbing with blood and pent-up cum. Christ he wanted to hide his cock!
As Tommy looked down at his prick, he saw Miss Ryan's warm hand snake through the tendrils of his crotch hair before gripping his cock-shaft tightly.
'Oooohhh, Miss Ryan!'
'Did I hurt you, Tommy?' Connie asked, her eyes devouring the beautiful piece of cock-flesh that trembled and quivered in her hand.
'N-No, Miss Ryan. I-it just feels good to have your hand on my, my thing.'
'Why of course it feels good, Tommy. It felt good when your hand was on my vagina, and my hand feels good to you on your cock. See, women are no different.'
Connie was amazed that so much juice was leaking from the tip of Tommy's prick. She spied his balls, and was amazed again. Where the hell was all that jism coming from?
Tommy groaned, his hips writhing, the bedspread feeling like a bed of slugs and snails. He watched her fist move up the shaft of his prick. He felt her fingers gather up the cum that oozed out of his piss-hole, gather up all that juice and rub it over the sensitive crown of his cock. 'Aaaiieee! Miss Ryan! What are you doing?' 'Masturbating our penis. 'Oh.'
Tommy remembered that word. Miss Schellenberg, his home-room teacher had mumbled it in their ten- minute lecture on sex education that the state of South Dakota required for all eighth-grade boys and girls. His buddy Norman Wizer had told him that masturbating was just a nice word for jacking off.
Tommy watched as Miss Ryan jacked off his cock. The cum dribbled from the cock-head-his cock-head!
Miss Ryan was going to get rid of that God-awful feeling that filled in his balls. She was going to relieve him of the immense pressure that threatened to burst his cock-shaft.
Connie maintained a steady hand-job pace His cock-head was getting bigger, mushrooming outwards and upwards. Cum covered her moving fist as the cock-shaft got holier and bigger. Christ, for a thirteen-year-old kid, he sure had a nice-sized prick. Connie could hardly wait to suck it. 'Ooooohhhh, Miss Ryan! I think I'm gonna' The white glob of sperm took Connie by surprise. His aim seemed to volcano from the tip of his prick, splattering on her thigh. The next shot arced out and splashed on her hip. Another stroke, another burst of jism spewed forth.
Tommy was hunching and twisting on the bed. He couldn't believe the pleasure that was flowing from his balls and prick. His eyes were closed, his thighs were tense, sweat bathed his face: and yet, he shot another glob of cum from his cock.
'My God! Tommy, you have so much sperm!'
Tommy wondered if there was something wrong with having so much sperm. He couldn't help it; there was no way he could control his orgasm.
'Aaaaiiieee!!' Tommy screamed as something wet and warm covered the head of his prick.
Christ! It was her mouth!
Tommy gasped, couldn't believe what he was seeing. Miss Ryan was sucking his prick, her lips latched tightly on his spewing cock. Another heavenly spud of jism shot out-into her mouth! And she was swallowing… and moaning… and swallowing some more!
Now there was less force behind each shot of cum. Tommy moaned, then gasped, then breathed heavily. His mind spun with visions of Miss Ryan's sweet lips wrapped around the mushrooming cap of his cock, sucking with fervor, drawing out milky cum from the swollen bag of his balls.
Connie sat up, her tongue licking at several drops of spunk that clung to her lips. The cum tasted bland, not at all like the flavor that all those expensive porno books described-it wasn't sweet, it wasn't the honey of the gods, it wasn't nectar of Man. To Connie, cum was cum, not hot, but warm, not sweet but gluey. Still, cum excited her taste buds, make her smack her lips gratefully.
'And now, Tommy, we're gonna fuck.'
CHAPTER THREE
Tommy couldn't believe what she had just said. Fuck?
Him?
With her?
This couldn't be happening to him guys didn't fuck until they were seniors in high school, when they could get their cars, grab their chicks and make it in the back seat.
'Did you hear me, Tommy? We're gonna fuck. Now, all you have to do is think about having your penis thrusting in my vagina. You know: In and out, in and out, like you were sawing wood.'
Tommy imagined his prick going in and out, in and out of Miss Ryan's cunt. Sawing back and forth, feeling the lips of her pussy holding tightly to his cock-head, her clitoris rubbing his shaft as he sawed in and out of her cunt- hole. He was getting another hard-on. And only five minutes ago his prick lay like a worm against his thigh, cum and lipstick sticking to the knob.
His cock was getting bigger as he thought about fucking Miss Ryan's cunt.
Tommy didn't want to think any more. He was ready to fuck. His cock-head looked like a balloon ready to bunt.
'I can't believe it, Tommy,' Connie said in a whisper, awed by the sight of Tommy's prick jerking to life, boning up, stiffening with each beat of his heart.
'Look at your prick! It's starting to get hard again. Christ, I haven't seen a cock get up that fast after a blow- job since I was sixteen.'
Tommy looked at his prick. It didn't matter whether Miss Ryan was helping to support his cock by gripping the base of his prick-shaft. Hell, his prick was hurting again, filled to the tip with pent-up jizz. He didn't need her hand to hold up his cock: It would have stood up on its own. But he did want her hand on his cock because it felt nice, much nicer than his own fist.
'Now, you just lie there, Tommy, and I'll get your prick into my cunt. Doesn't it sound exciting to say nasty words-call a prick-a prick instead of a penis?'
Tommy couldn't reply. His eyes were filled with Miss Ryan's pendulous tits as she threw her leg over his crotch while maintaining her hold on his cock. He watched as Miss Ryan centered her cunt directly over the head of his prick. God, he was gonna get fucked!
'First, I'm gonna wiggle the tip of your cock against my cunt, Tommy. That way I'l1 be nice and greasy when I sit on your prick.'
She moved the head of his prick against her juicy cunt-lips, and Tommy just couldn't believe that his cock was actually touching her pussy. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he sure could feel what he saw.
Oh. shit, fuck, piss, he had never felt anything so good in his life! His cock-head was brushing back and forth, faster and, faster within the slippery groove of Miss Ryan's cunt.
Faster and faster. Juice was oozing from his cock. The head looked purple and full of rage.
Connie was sweating feverishly, her tits jiggling madly as she brushed Tommy's prick against the hot, wet flesh of her slippery gash.
'Oooohhh, Tooommmyy! Can't you feel how hot my cunt is?'
