He nodded in agreement. With him she could be what she wanted. He peered down at her breasts, two large white mounds against his chest. He slipped his hands in between them, raising the luscious tits, revealing the huge dark disks and the jutting nipples.
She said, 'People always thought I was older because of my big breasts. Do you like them, Buddy?'
'They're beautiful.' He sank his fingers into them, kneading and thumbing the robust nipples. He grinned. Yes, they were his to play with. Because Nancy was his girl. He asked, 'Can I suck them?'
He saw moisture in her dark, luminous eyes. Her throat worked, as though she was choking up. Then she nodded.
He bent down to them but she whispered, 'Sit on that chair. I'll bend over you so they hang out.'
He sat on the straight chair as she indicated. Nancy cupped her hands on his shoulders and went down. He looked up at a swollen aureole bigger than his mouth, at the long, thick nipple at its center, at the snowy mound extending to the limits of his vision. He licked the nipple. Nancy made a cooing noise. Her body swayed and the breast swung to one side. He followed it, licking and nibbling the nipple. It swung again. He seized it in his hands now and held it still, suckering his mouth onto it, gulping in meaty fit.
Nancy groaned. 'Oh, Buddy, honey! Suck like that and tongue the nipple!'
He washed his tongue about the nipple deep in his mouth while wolfing in more tit.
She complained, 'You'll stretch it, Buddy.'
He sucked more gently, now eyeing the other breast. Her one hand left his shoulder and went to the other tit. Her fingers forked the nipple and began a milking movement, curling about it and pulling off while thumbing the tip.
Gasping for air, he disgorged his mouthful but quickly turned to the other, replacing her hand and sucking the point to a rigid stem.
That was when he felt fingertips feather across his cockhead. He still wore the baffling suit, pulled to the side. His prick stood straight up. It throbbed as a fingernail teased his glans. Then the touch became a vine spiraling down his length to the root, finding the one ball that hung out of the pouch, closing on it, testing the skin, returning to the upright phallus and then listing it.
He stopped sucking. Her tit fell from his mouth. Nancy groaned and lowered herself further, knees bending, sagging down until she knelt between his feet, her face turned up, mouth open, waiting for his kiss. He kissed her and felt a new urgency in the suction of her mouth, a match for the fist squeezing his cock.
Then she looked at the giant stem sprouting from her hand.
She said, 'It's a terribly big penis, Buddy. Somewhat frightening.'
'Because you're only fifteen years old,' he grinned.
She smiled. She leaned close and kissed the tip of it. Her lips brushed it as she spoke.
'No, I'm not fifteen any more. I'd be shaking with fear. Thank God I'm a grown woman.' But then she cocked her head and winked roguishly at him. 'But I'll eighteen if I want!'
He laughed.
She extended her tongue and swabbed it about the knob. She turned her attention to his swimsuit, grasping the waistband and pulling them down. Buddy raised his ass and she stripped the apparatus off, stretching it over the length of his cock. Rid of it, she crouched, slipping both hands under his scrotum, holding a ball in each palm. She once again licked his cockhead and then forced her mouth open on it.
Moaning, she went don, sucking.
The swishing of her tongue, the lip-drawing, the feel of his knob in the cool wetness of her working throat, all made Buddy go rigid and jerk his hips, stabbing the mammoth cock deeper into her mouth. She took it too, and he saw her cheeks pull in and mold to the shape of his shank. All this while her fingers toyed with his nuts.
He groaned, saying, 'Nancy, your sucking is so slick and oily, you'll make it grow out like a ball bat.'
Her head bobbed up and down. Her drying hair tumbled darkly on his loins. One hand left his balls and fisted the stem, squeezing and jerking him off in rhythm with the movement of her head. She aroused him to such a point of sensitivity that even the silkiness of her hair trailing across his belly made him jerk with excitement.
He choked. 'Nancy, stop. Save it. I want to fuck you!'
She paused. Slowly she relinquished the swollen organ, still licking it as though it were a candy cane.
Nibbling the tip, she gasped, 'I'm so glad – that you want – to fuck me. If I were a girl… But I'm not, Buddy. Do you really want to fuck me?'
'Yes!'
She got up and kissed him, then abruptly rose to her feet and moved into the darkness at the end of the room. He saw her bend over, peeling down her panties. Then he heard the bedsprings creak.
He rose and walked toward her, feeling the iron heaviness of his cock wag from side to side. He felt like all prick, a trembling human shape with everything out in front, hot and pulsing, a third leg swaying, his whole body working to propel the yard of swollen lust that the rest of him had been created to bear.
She had made a man of him, he thought. He saw her now, lying on the lower bunk, a graceful white shape forked at the middle. Her legs spread from a dark muff, a sprawl of twat hair as big as a hat. She was smiling and her moist eyes gleamed darkly. As he stood over her she widened the spread of her legs and cocked one up. A pale hand stole down to her crotch and patted it.
'Here, Buddy. My mound will cushion your thighs. And I have space enough inside for even your big cock.'
He crawled onto the bed between her legs. As he advanced she widened the spread and drew her knees back. He saw her gash open, a glistening red oval pointed at the ends, crowded by the lush, dark tangle of twat hair. Over her, he butted blindly, poking his cockhead into silky hair. On the third try he buried it in her slippery, steaming hole.
He held back, remembering how difficult it had been to wedge into Sharon's twat.
But Nancy's legs went about his waist, crushing him to her. His cock slid deeper into her oily hole.
'Push it in, Buddy! I have a big cunt! You won't hurt me!'
Her inner musculature played squishily on the knob of his cock. He groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into her sloshy split. Was it big? No. Simply a tube shaped and sized to receive his salami. In now, his loins slipping on the juicy hair of her outer labia, he gave a sigh of relief. It had been easy.
He pressed down to her and nuzzled her cheek.
She arched up, her legs knotting together behind him. Her hips jerked rapidly.
She whispered hoarsely in his ear, 'Buddy, my cunt is exploding. I'm coming. Don't you come. Oh please, darling, can I come on your cock? Now?'
He felt the hard milking of her twat, squeezing and kneading his prong. He heard it squishing loudly.
She shrilled, 'Just hold still, all the way in me, all that cock inside. Let me come, please let me come!'
'Come, baby,' he gasped.
Her head thrashed from side to side. Her rotating hips whacked her up against him hard, and then she shrieked. 'There, Buddy! My cunt is going wild!'
The bedsprings crashed once more, then Nancy's body stiffened while her twat gushed and fell open. Buddy's prick was swimming in new juice.
Her cry was a long 'Ohhh!' It seemed to gut her, for she fell back, dripping sweat.
Buddy waited while she panted, trying to regain her strength.
Soon she raised and nibbled his ear, whispering, 'Oh, what a fat, gushing orgasm, Buddy! Like my whole belly bloated, then broke, punctured by your lovely cock. Do you want to fuck me now, long and rough?'
'But are you ready? I mean, you just came.'
'I'm still coming a little. And I won't stop. Give me more, Buddy.'
He began to hump at her steaming split. She rose to meet his thrusts, twisting herself when she was full, clenching her inner cavern on it. The whole thing was easier than with Sharon because of her big hole, and he pumped lazily, grunting with joy each time he swished into her sucking twat.
Then his balls slapped hard on her upturned ass and he felt the jolt, the fire in them, and the terrific hardening of his cock.
'I'm going – to – come!' he gasped.
She bit his throat, his ear, and her hands clawed at his back. Her clenching thighs became a vise.
She seemed between laughter and tears when she panted, 'Fuck me hard, Buddy!'
