'Sure?'
'Very sure.' She handed him the bottle and opened her arms in invitation.
He capped and dropped the bottle back in his bag and reached for her. She came into his arms like they were made for her.
While they kissed, Trina took his hand and cupped the breast that had popped from the halter. Somehow, she freed the other breast and then moved his hand. 'Nice?'
'Very nice.' He pulled the tie on the halter and it fell away.
'C-cups, not the biggest, but ample. Still think I'm too young?'
Wiley moved his eyes from side to side, trailing the path of his hand. She had great tits. He tried to say so. He couldn't talk. His mouth was full of cotton.
As he continued to stare, she took his other hand. With a hand on each tit, she started his fingers to kneading and fondling. Soon, without realizing it, he was doing it on his own.
His cock had risen like a pole in the front of his pants as his hands made dough out of her full, fleshy tits. He was hypnotized by her scent and the vision of her near-naked body.
When Trina was sure he wouldn't let go of her tits, she slowly arched her back and tilted her head over the side of the bed. As her breasts moved away from his hands, they followed, stretching him out. Before he knew it, his arms were high above his head, his hands still cupping her tits, and his face was nearly in her crotch.
He looked, swallowed and gasped. He could see her russet pubic hair curling out from the crotch of her shorts.
The little shit wasn't wearing any panties.
His cock was wet between his legs. He could feel it and hoped it wouldn't stain his pants.
The proximity of his face to her cunt and his hands tearing at her tits served to spark the full fire of lust in Trina's body. Love juice squeezed between her cunt lips and in no time the entire crotch band of her shorts was soggy with it.
He noticed it. She noticed the new bright, hungry look in his eyes.
'Take 'em off,' she purred.
Damn, he thought, how could this kid, this teenager, make him feel like such an oaf?
When he started to tug off her shorts, she lifted her hips to help him. He rolled around and cradled his head between her tits as he slipped and kicked his own pants and shorts off.
'I know you're going to be good,' she moaned. 'I just know it!' She removed his shirt.
Then he started to mount her.
'What's the rush?' she whispered, and pushed his head back down to her mushy pussy. 'Go ahead!'
Wiley's nose nuzzled in the curling fur as his hands again found her heaving tits. They seemed to swell against his palms as he ground his tongue greedily up into her cunt.
'Oh, yeah. Oh, shit, yeah! Tongue-fuck my pussy! Tongue-fuck it real good, Wiley, and get it ready for your cock!'
Wiley could feel the nipples on her breasts become even more rock-hard and erect in his palms as his tongue went wild in the walls of her cunt. Up and down her pussy went his searching tongue. He was lost in her cunt now. Her pussy lips owned his tongue and lips.
'Go down a little farther, lover. A little farther. There, that's it! Now stick your tongue in my ass. Oh, shit, that's good!'
His willing, searing tongue had circled the quivering hole of her ass and then darted inside. She twitched as if an electric current had shot from his tongue through her body.
Then his tongue slithered slowly back up to her throbbing cunt and his lips nibbled on her clit. Her ass jerked up into his face as her hands clawed the bed.
His mouth was producing more and more flow from her cock-hungry cunt. And then his mouth wasn't enough. She wanted a cock, any cock, his cock. She wanted to feel it spreading the lips of her pussy.
She clutched his head in her hands and pulled him away from her cunt and up to her breasts. She tugged until her tits were mashed against his chest and his slobbering lips were against her mouth. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and wriggled her nude, voluptuous body up to him.
'There's something I really like.'
'I don't think there's anything you don't like.'
She laughed. 'Lay back,' she told him.
He lay back, his head on the pillow, his hands at his sides.
'Jesus, you do have a beautiful big cock,' she exclaimed. She pursed her lips over the huge, bulbous head of his dick.
Trina was every bit as beautiful and amply endowed as Jennie Fields, and from the way she worked her mouth over his prick, she was even more attuned to a good time of wild sex.
She traced the configurations of his prick for several moments, paying particular attention to the ridge that separated his head from the shaft. She gently hefted his balls, as though testing them for their weight and fullness. She pressed her hand lower, letting her fingers explore the crease of his ass. When she found the puckered entrance, she thrust her fingers against the tightening membrane until she was able to penetrate his bowels.
Wiley gasped at the pleasure. He twisted around, pulling her body in such a position that his fingers could caress her throbbing clitoris. 'Want me to suck it?' she asked coyly.
'What do you think?'
Her delicate lips and active tongue traced the length of his cock and then took it completely into her throat. He scooted down and shoved his hips forward to give her greater access to his cock.
Trina lapped and sucked with such pleasure and power that a cold sweat broke out on Wiley's forehead. Suddenly his legs twitched and it was obvious that his balls were soon going to dump a huge wad of sticky cum directly into her waiting mouth.
'Oh, shit… Trina, is that what you want?' She gurgled and rammed her head down until her lips bounced against his pubic hair on top and his swelling balls on the bottom. 'You… you keep that up and I'm gonna blow my load right down your throat!' he panted.
She lifted her face. Saliva and pre-cum fluid dripped from her chin back down to his thumping cock. 'I want it. That's what I want,' she gasped. 'I want your cum!'
Again she mouthed the head and slowly drew all his, meat into her face. Wiley drew his belly in and strained his prick up as the young redhead's face began to back up and down.
He watched the full length of his hard meat disappear into her face with total awe. She might be young in years, he thought, but not in experience.
It was coming too fast. His passion drew the cum from his balls like a vacuum.
Then he was shooting. He could feel great globs of hot cum blow from the end of his prick.
Trina didn't flinch.
She swallowed without even taking the cock from her mouth. Then she calmly cleaned it from root to head with her tongue.
'You're good,' she murmured, rolling away from his groin and coming back to cuddle in his arms. 'I think that must have been twins.'
'You didn't come.'
'I will. After we rest for a minute. I'll get you up again and you can fuck me. I like it that way.'
'Okay.' With one hand he clawed at his pants until he found his lighter and cigarettes. 'Want to talk now?'
'About the rape?'
'Yeah.' He lit up and drew the smoke deep. 'About the rape.'
She came up on her elbow and stared down into his eyes. 'Why so interested?'
He looked at her through the haze of smoke curling from his nostrils. His look was different: hard and cold. 'Maybe I'll tell you… sometime.'
Suddenly she realized, fully, that she had just met him. She knew very little about him. And the look in his eyes said, 'Don't ask too much.'
'Okay,' she shrugged, and curled back into his arm to talk. 'My old man found her. She was really a mess. Whoever it was must have worked her over real good.' She felt his body tense and paused.
