There was a fine fringe of golden hair around it all, growing down from the bright puff of her muff. At the very center of her body was a little dark hole, glistening with juice, and he guessed it was her cunt.
That was what he was looking for. If only he could get his cock in there and lose his virginity at last. If only he hadn't been an idiot and come in her mouth instead. His cock was soft and useless.
Well, at least he could explore. Gingerly he pried open the furry lips of her cunt and found that they were naked and pink and moist inside. There was a funny little red dot of flesh, too. He touched it with the tip of his finger, rubbed, and Vicky gave a squeal of pleasure.
'Ooooo, yeah, touch me there,' she said. 'What is this thing, anyhow?' said Kent.
'I don't know,' Vicky panted, 'but it sure feels great when you rub it. Not too hard… Oh, yeah, that's good…'
He could tell she was really getting off on it. As he gently but steadily rubbed her small fleshy button, cream began to flow from her small cunt mouth, making her slit glisten. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against his hand. He got another crazy idea.
'Hey, Vicky,' he said, 'tell me how this feels.'
He bent down till his face was brushing the fine tickling hairs of her muff, and he stuck out his tongue to fuck and rim the little red shaft of her clit. She moaned hoarsely.
'Oh, Kent,' she gasped, 'that's terrific… I just love it… Keep doing it, please… Lick meeee!'
He lashed her hot pulsing bud with his tongue, and Vicky seemed to go wild. Suddenly she threw her legs up and twined them around his neck, urging his face down into her steamy fragrant crotch. Kent pressed his lips to her squirting little clit and began to suck on it. She screeched with pleasure, and a flood of hot cream gushed from her cunt, soaking his chin.
'Yes, yesss,' she moaned, 'suck meeee… Oh, ohhhh!'
Her body went into ecstatic convulsions, and she felt herself coming, really coming, for the first time. She'd brought herself off with her fingers before, but it wasn't nearly as good as this. She writhed and howled and wailed as the delicious spasms shook her body.
At last she lay still, grinning, catching her breath. Kent raised his head and looked at her wonderingly.
'Man, you really came,' he said.
'I sure did,' Vicky said happily. 'Listen, Kent, let's really do it – I mean, fuck. I'm dying to try it.'
'Me, too,' said Kent, 'only I'm not hard. I gotta get hard before we can do it.'
Vicky grinned, reached for his limp wet cock, and began to pump it. It didn't take long at all. Just having her touch him was a turn-on, and her brisk pump got him hard in no lime. He was terrifically excited. At last he was going to get into a girl, at last he was going to get laid.
'Kent!' his mother called. 'Kent, you come home right now! You're late for dinner!'
'Oh, hell,' Kent moaned. 'I'll have to go, or she'll come looking for me. Goddammit all to hell.'
Vicky was disappointed, but she knew he'd be back. She figured his father would be back, too. One way or another she was going to find out about fucking – if only Mrs. Hanson would quit spoiling things. Twice now that old bitch had spoiled her fun.
Vicky sighed and rubbed her aroused wet clit. She was so horny. It seemed like she was horny all the time…
CHAPTER THREE
'That's final, Kent,' June said. 'You're grounded for the evening.'
'Aw, Mom,' Kent moaned, 'please. I promised the guys I'd meet them at the movies.'
'Then you just won't show up,' June said firmly. 'I've asked you again and again to be on time for dinner, and today you were late as usual. Maybe missing that movie will help you remember.'
Kent, who had wanted to get out of the house to see Vicky again, looked pleadingly at his father. 'Dad?' he said.
Rod shook his head. 'Sorry, son, but I agree with your mother. You've got to learn to be on time.'
'Fuck,' Kent said under his breath.
'What did you say?' June asked.
'I said, 'Lousy luck',' Kent replied. He shoved away from the dinner table and stood up.
'Oh, Kent,' said his sister Patty, a freckle-faced teen, 'as long as you're not going anywhere, maybe you could help me with the dishes.'
'I think that's an excellent idea,' said June. Kent didn't want to make his mother any angrier than she already was, so he reluctantly began clearing the able. While their parents went into the living room, Kent and Patty stacked the dishes in the kitchen.
'I'm not gonna wash them,' Kent said to Patty.
'Oh, I think you'd better be nice to me, big brother,' said Patty, tossing hair. 'I happen to know why you were late for dinner.'
Kent turned scarlet. 'What do you mean?' he said.
Patty grinned evilly. 'I saw you,' she said. 'I saw you with Vicky, under the tree.'
'Oh, yeah?' Kent said, trying to keep cool. 'And just what did you see, nosy?'
'I saw you kissing her,' Patty said triumphantly.
Kent guffawed. 'Oh, that's pretty serious,' he said. 'So that's what you saw, huh? Kissing? Oh, man, is that all?'
'I was in a hurry,' said Patty. 'I didn't want to be late for dinner. But I ran up the tree, and I saw you kissing her. If you don't want me to tell Mom, you better stay and help me with these dishes.'
What the hell, he didn't have anything so to do. He was relieved that his sister hadn't seen more. Next time he saw Vicky – and he hoped it would be soon – he'd have to be more careful.
'You wash,' he said, 'I'll dry.'
He picked up the towel, but as he dried the dishes, his thoughts were entirely on Vicky and the exciting things they'd done that afternoon. He'd come so damned close to balling her, too. If he could just get her alone again, he wouldn't let anything stop him.
Kent would have been astounded to know that his father was thinking exactly the same thing.
Rod and June sat in the living room watching television, but Rod didn't see the screen and could not have told you what the program was about. All day he'd been able to think of nothing but that sexy little neighbor girl, Vicky. He kept going back in his mind to that tantalizing moment when he was touching her with his cock, just touching the moist hot mouth of her little cunt, and then June had called him and spoiled everything.
He had to get back to Vicky, he just had to. Just thinking about her, he felt his cock twitching with interest, growing hard. He felt that if he didn't get laid soon, he'd die of frustration.
He stood up, turning quickly so June wouldn't see the bulge of his crotch. 'I've got a sudden craving for some ice cream,' he said. 'I think I'll walk over to the shopping center. Can I bring you anything, honey?'
June, engrossed in the program, muttered, 'Oh, no, thanks.'
Rod hurried out of the house. The night was warm, no need for a jacket, and the moon was full. He only wondered, now that he'd made his escape, how he was going to find Vicky. He couldn't just go knock on her door and ask if she wanted to fuck.
Gloomily, aching with lust, he strolled across his yard and into the neighbors', scanning Vicky's house. There was only one light on, in the living room. Rod crept silently up to the window and peered in.
Vicky was alone, watching television. She looked moody and bored. She slouched in a chair, wearing shorts and shirt, her long coltish legs stuck out and slightly spread. As Rod watched, she gave a big sigh and suddenly put her hand on her crotch.
She began to rub herself, right over the spot where her clit was. Her expression softened, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. She rubbed faster, harder. A look of sensual pleasure came over her pert young face. A little spot of moisture appeared on the crotch of her shorts.
Rod grinned. He couldn't have come at a better time. She was alone and unmistakably horny.
He tapped softly at the window. Vicky started, gawked, and then sprang out of her chair. She hurried over
