and I was curious about them. This was my chance to really get to know them. The little sack of leather was all crinkly and felt like my cunt petals. It was exciting to tease his balls and find out how fast they could squirt.
The warmth that gripped my nipples seeped into the rest of my glands, up my tits. It wasn't long before my big tits were tingling. The heat in my crotch was different. It was hotter and far more demanding. The boy's fingers tired of messing with my cuntlips and made their way to my love-well. I tried to keep from squirming and found I couldn't. His fingers stretched my tight cunt-hole.
He allowed his fingers to dip inside my pussy pouch. Once inside, he pushed and rubbed the soft walls of my cunt. I trembled and soaked his fingers with cuntjuice. His fingers went deeper and I could feel the heat waves and steam rising from my hole. The sleeping bag smelled of cum and sweat, and I knew I wasn't the first girl to share it with him. It didn't make any difference. I was with him at that moment and that was what counted.
His cock was as hot as my pussy. I thrilled as it throbbed in my hand and dribbled its clear oil into my palm. I found myself yearning to take it in my mouth. Me, Ginger Lockes, who a week ago would have died if she'd seen a naked boy now wanted a man's prick between her lips.
I held out for a couple minutes longer before finding that I had to kiss it. I had to suck on it. I had to taste his salty hardness. I knew that if I started sucking on his cock he'd have to eat my box. That made it even more exciting. 'Let's kiss each other between the legs,' I whispered, as we broke from our long kiss. 'Sure,' Mark chuckled. 'We call it doing a sixty-nine.'
I blushed and happily wiggled around until my legs stuck out of the bag and my head was buried inside it. The strong scent of his need was almost overpowering. His crotch was hot. It felt like he had a fever as he pushed his stiff erection toward my face. My lips circled the drooling cockhead. I was as anxious to get it in my mouth as he was to have it there. I let my tongue shoot forward and wash the slippery stuff away. The tip of my tongue found his piss-hole. It pressed into the tiny opening to taste as much of the syrup as it could.
My whole body trembled as his lips closed around my cunt. I writhed to the delicious touch of his strong tongue. Then his fingers worked between the crack at the bottom of my ass. I felt his fingers explore every part of my shit-hole. I wiggled to the burning pleasure as it burned inside my dark passage. I nibbled on the pulsing head of the prick for a second. Then I swirled my tongue around and around as I tugged gently on his balls. Having some idea of what he liked, I opened my mouth. Pushing my head closer and closer and closer to him, I took more of the prick in.
When I had my jaws as wide as they would go, my nose was rubbing his pubic hair. I drew back, blowing lightly. He trembled violently and tensed, waiting for me to do it again. I didn't disappoint him. Tightening my lips around the shank, I pushed down and gave him as tight a fit as I could. His cock rode smoothly back and forth along the top of my tongue. I let it reach all the way in and drew back, glowing inside with the satisfaction of making him happy.
His tongue left my cunt and circled my swampy opening. I shivered as the soft, strong instrument dipped inside and tasted my juices. It warmed and thrilled the velvety interior of my snatch. It delighted the nerves and made the blood pound through the thin walls. The wonderful tongue unleashed the fires in my body and flooded my insides with the molten lava of need. I tightened my asscheeks around his finger and pushed my twat tightly against his face. I felt his nose as it was mashed against my clit. The coarse hair of his mustache excited my cuntlips and sent new shivers shooting through me.
I began to moan in need. I knew by the trembling in his loins that it wasn't going to take much more for him either. His free hand found the zipper on the side of the sleeping bag and worked it down in short, hasty jerks. He pulled away from me, quickly popped his finger out of my asshole and spun around. 'You get on top!' he gasped as he scooted down on his back. I straddled him and lowered my cunt toward his jutting cock. Taking it in my hand, I guided it toward my dripping cunt. He gasped as I got his cock just inside my cunt entrance and then dropped- spearing myself on it.
'Oh Jesus!' he moaned. I bent forward so my tits dangled and swayed just under his chin. He grabbed them. I felt his thumbs press in. My nipples pointed toward each other. He released them before the pressure became painful. He pushed out with his fingers and the nipples pointed away from each other. I moaned in ecstasy. The cock that was probing deep inside me felt so good. It pressed hotly against my cervix. I decided to try something as I raised up.
I made my hips move in circles. He whistled in appreciation. My hips made more circles as they screwed back down again. His cock jabbed happily into my womb. Then I wiggled and made a complete circle around his cockhead. He squeezed my tits so hard he almost bruised them. 'My God-where did you learn that?' he gasped. 'It's a secret weapon,' I giggled back as I shot down again.
It felt so good I had to speed up. My whole body was on fire. His cock was pulsing, my clit was vibrating and we were both glassy-eyed with need. I lowered my whole body so I could fuck like a man. My tits flattened in his hands and the soft flesh oozed around his fingers. I'd never been on top before but knew exactly what to do. My ass tightened and jabbed back and forth. Remembering the dogs, I moved my pelvis as fast as it could.
Mark let go of my tits and my hot nipples mashed against him. His fingers raked my back until they almost drew blood. Passion and aching need boiled through us, consuming our bodies as we raced blindly, higher and higher. 'Oh! Oooh! Ooooh yes!' I panted, the sweat pouring off me. 'God damn that feels good!' Mark gasped as we rode higher and higher.
Then we were coming. We were coming together and it was wonderful. I soared through it. Mark tensed his hips, raising me clear off the ground, as he started to fill my cunt with his cum. I sank down on top of him, completely exhausted. He gripped my shoulders and rolled me over. It seemed he had different ideas about being finished. Slowly, stroking just enough to keep his hard-on, he allowed us to start another build up.
This time it wasn't as consuming as when I had my tits and ass warmed. But it was more intense. His cock heated my cunt, and made the need feel more important. The long cock threatened to go limp for a second as he rolled on top of me. But it regained its power on the down stroke and stayed solid. I smiled as I felt the froth of his whipped-up cum bubble and trickle out of my cunt. It made a lewd, squishing and popping sound. I felt it wet my clit and asshole, making them thrill to the slipperiness.
My ass pounded against the hard ground. I didn't mind it. It made his prick go deeper than it would have otherwise. The downy bedroll gave me just enough buffer to keep any rocks or lumps from bruising my tender skin. Remembering how much my corkscrewing had done for him, I tried to move my ass again. It was harder this time. I wiggled more as we got hotter. I mashed my tits into the hair on his chest and let it caress my nipples, exciting them and getting them to rise.
We rose higher and higher together. He continued to take his time, creating a giant, hot ache in the pit of my pussy. He made me wish he had a six-foot cock so he could shove it clear through me. I wanted him to fuck every place that was beginning to twitch with desire. I wet my lips and clamped them on his neck. I bit him softly. At last I was rising to the point where I would be climbing the lovely mountain of satisfaction again. He sped up, fucking into me faster and harder. My ass smacked the hard ground, taking the jolts as they fucked into me.
It felt like he'd jammed his entire leg inside my cunt as he swelled and trembled, ready to fill me for a second time. I tensed and waited as I hovered on the brink of my own release. In one last, glorious roar he drove down. He filled my pussy with jism again and I soared. I bit my lips from the intense joy that filled me. I lay securely beneath him and let the pleasure-pain of our sex die slowly and happily. I felt like a complete woman-a satisfied woman.
We lay coupled together at the crotch and bathed in sweat, for a long time before he rolled off. 'Suck me,' he ordered. I twisted around without question and took his limp, wet, prick in my mouth. My tongue began to clean his cum and my cuntjuice from it. My pussy was draining. Mark moved me into a position where he could catch the mess in his hand. When he'd got the most of it, he took his cock from my mouth and made me clean his palm. I licked it clean.
Mark reached for his pants and a joint. He handed me a cigarette, and we got high together, before falling to sleep. I guess I could excuse the way I acted by saying that I wasn't given time to think. It was true. But I should have known better. I shouldn't have let it happen. I'd only been away from home for two days and already I'd done things which shut me completely away from the past. I couldn't go back now-even if I wanted. As I lay naked, in Mark's arms, warm and secure, getting high, it didn't bother me. In my fogged condition I thought I was finding out what life was all about. I thought I was growing up.
