opening of her fuckhole. Christine ran her hand over the hard flesh of his large, erect pecker, feeling the blood- engorged veins throbbing with his lustful excitement. When he bit down on her pink nipple again, she ran her fingernail along the sensitive base side of his whang in slow response, but it only seemed to jerk even larger in her hot, young hand.
Not able to keep from laughing to himself, Brett thought how the sexy young girl named Christine Perkins was going to react when he shoved his prick inside her tight nineteen-year-old cunt. He guessed she would scream at first but then the animal need that she so apparently had churning her twat would take over. His thoughts were of her becoming a wild, hot slut and he bit harder on her tender, pink nipple. Her hands on his fuckstick made his blood run faster and he could feel the pressure of his gobby cum flooding the twin nuts in the sac that hung down at the base of his hardened cock. When Christine rolled her hard clitty under his finger with greater force. The soft, fleshy lips of her pussy around his finger felt warm and moist and he sensed her body trembling from the passion he aroused within her. She was breathing hard and tiny groaning sounds came from her throat as he continued the playful manipulations. Then, as the thought of her hot, tight cunny wrapped like warm liver around his cock entered his mind, he could wait no longer to find the moist screwhole and drive his middle finger up inside the narrow waiting fuck passage.
Holding Christine's firm, round asscheeeks with his left hand, Brett ran his right hand's middle finger along the warm, wet flesh between the hair-lined lips of her pussy until he made contact with the moist twat opening. Slowly, he worked his finger into the soft, yielding folds of ragged cunny flesh until he had gotten the tip of his finger just inside the passage. Teasing her, Brett wiggled it there for a moment, then he jammed it suddenly upward inside her until his palm was pressed tightly against her lush, young pussy mound.
“Oh Jesus,” Christine moaned from the sensation of his fast-fucking finger. She could feel it slipping up into her tight expectant cunt like a hot, greased sausage and she grunted and ground her pussy down on his palm to feel the pleasure of his whole hand cupping her there. It felt good and began to feel even better as he started to slowly fuck his finger in and out of her clasping, young cunt. Her knees were visibly shaking as she stood with his mouth on her titty and his hand in her cunt. She held the rubbery-feeling head of his pecker in her fingers, while she deliberately stroked the hard shaft with her other hand, from its hair-surrounded base up to the taut, jerking length to the swollen cockhead glistening and purple.
Brett Stover, Junior was aware that he was practically holding the young Christine up with his hand between her legs, but he was also carefully feeling the slick tightness of her flooding screw box as he rammed his middle finger deeper and deeper into the wet, hot fuck passage. The walls of her pussy seemed to ripple over his long finger and Brett knew Christine was going to be a pleasure to fuck. The way she was stroking his prick, he realized he couldn't wait much longer to sink it where his finger was, but he first couldn't wait resist the urge to tease her hot, young shithole. The firm flesh of her asscheeks in his right hand was smooth and round. He moved his fingers around until he had them all in the damp cleft formed by her asscheeks and then he slowly spread the full fleshy white moons apart. With one finger he probed down into the smooth, hairless crevice until he felt the tightly closed ringlike mouth of her asshole. By this time Christine was moaning continually and she was now leaning against him with her legs about four feet apart. Brett tested the tight opening to her pooper by pushing his finger against it several times and then he deliberately worked his cum-juice-lubricated finger into the tiny resisting fuckhole until it was inside up to the first knuckle of his probing finger.
Screwing his finger with great effort, Brett Stover was able to push into her shithole up to the second knuckle and the hot, tight muscle around his finger seemed to relax a bit. He could feel his other finger fucking in and out of her hot twat through the thin flesh that separated the two passages and without trying to shove his finger any further into her pooper, he worked it in and out in time with his finger screwing in her soaking pussy. She let go of his pecker and like a wild, passionate animal, grabbed his head holding it tightly to her titty as she lewdly, like a striptease dancer, churned her groin down against his ramming fingers.
“Ooooohhh! Aahhhhh! Eeeiiiggghh!” Christine mewled in rhythm to the dual fuck assault of the two hungry screw passages down between her legs. She was so filled with passion that she was ready to do anything that Brett might wish her to do as long as it meant she was going to be fucked by his hardened huge whang. All of Christine's thoughts were images of being fucked in a thousand different ways and she wanted his prick now.
“Oh, fuck me! Now! Fuck me! Please! Now!” Christine begged as Brett Stover kept up the steady finger- fucking of her asshole and cunt. The palm of his hand was covered with her thick, lubricating twat juice and her tight cunt passage seemed to squeeze and bite at his screwing finger as he rammed it as deep inside her cunt as it could reach.
They had been standing in front of the leather couch for a full five minutes their clothes scattered on the floor at their feet when Brett finally lifted his head away from her firm, young knocker. He still had his shirt on and Christine took the opportunity to half-rip and half-pull it off of him. She couldn't get the shirt off his shoulders, as his hands were still buried deep between her firm, young thighs. She whipped her head back to throw her long, red hair out of her face as she tried like an angry, crazy woman to pull Brett down onto the leather couch beside her.
“Fuck, she's a hot cunt!” Brett thought as she desperately pulled at his shirt. He was leering at her with a lewd grin when suddenly Brett pulled his fingers from her hot twin fuckholes between her thighs and half-turned so she could remove his shirt. She pulled it off so fast the sleeves were turned inside out, and it landed in another heap with the rest of the clothes on the floor. Then he turned back around and stared at her feverishly-impassioned body, his enormous, erect prick pointing lewdly directly at her.
“Fuck me!” Christine groaned quickly again and she took hold of his whang to pull him down onto the couch. Startled, Brett moved closer to the couch with her but then he regained his composure.
“Bend over. I want to see that beautiful little ass of your stuck up in the air while I fuck the cum out of you from the rear,” Brett's eyes were blazing with lust for Christine as he spoke and he grabbed her wrist to loosen her grip on his iron hard pecker.
Brett's words both excited and frightened Christine, but she did as he asked without hesitation. The fire in her pussy was out of control and she had to have his whang jamming deep inside her twat. Everything else was unimportant, and she bent over with her hands braced on the couch, her feet opened wide apart. Her round, young asscheeks were presented up to her new boss in complete surrender, to do with as he willed and pleased.
Moving forward, Brett felt the pressure in his large balls becoming unbearable, and he worked his throbbing prick into the moist area between the young girl's widespread thighs. His lust-swollen whang jerked as it made tickling contact with the pussy hair lining the warm wet slit of her cunny and the image of her bent-over body excited him so much that he couldn't wait any longer. He was about to grab his hard prick to guide the huge purple head into her soft, visibly pulsating fuck passage when the girl reached back down under her body between her legs and impatiently took hold of it herself.
Grabbing the long, fleshy cudgel tightly in her hand, she parted the soft, hair-fringed lips of her wet twat with the swollen rubbery head and when it was pointed straight up into the small, quivering mouth of her cunt, she squirmed her hips obscenely back in an attempt to push her screw box onto the lust-hardened pecker.
Brett held back, screwing just the tip of his excitedly inflamed pecker up inside her fuckhole for a moment as he enjoyed watching her vainly try to wiggle her asscheeks down to take it inside herself. But then, the contact between his fuckstick and her cunt, and the sensations it gave him was too much to resist. The blood-filled column was throbbing with the urgency of being relieved by climax and he flicked his hips forward to drive the thick, swollen cockhead up inside her tightly clasping young fuck passage.
“Eeeeeiiiiggghhh,” Christine moaned as her tight pussy at first resisted the entry of his pecker. As excited as she was, his immense-sized cock was more than she thought she could take. It felt as though it would tear the twat flesh between her legs clear up to her tightly puckered asshole, but in spite of that, the pressure he exerted against her cunt became greater still.
Placing his thumbs against the flesh where her soft, inner thighs and asscheeks met, Brett pressed outward to open her cunny lips wider to ease his entry. Her tiny, puckered asshole was naked and throbbing to his gaze, but he was much more intent on concentrating on her pussy at that moment. He shoved hard forward, plunging the head of his large, fleshy pecker into the small tight space of her wetly sucking pecker passage.
“Ooooohhh!” Christine screamed at the sudden pain back between her thighs, but she screwed her hips hungrily back against the lunging assault. The walls of her cunt were stretched around the blood-engorged head of his lust-driven fuckstick like a rubber glove locked tightly around a hand. But in spite of the pain, she wanted all of the huge pecker up inside her hot, inflamed belly.
Brett Stover watched her passion-pained expression as she pushed one side of her face down into the couch.
