'Don't fight it, baby,' he said. 'You know you want it as much as I do.'
He led her to the bed and sat down beside her. He kept one hand stroking both her tits while he moved his other hand to the buttons of her blouse. She put her hand over his, but her fingers somehow lacked the strength to stop him.
He slowly unbuttoned her blouse all the way down the front. It was strange that she had picked out her only really sexy bra to wear that morning. It was a lacy black bra that barely covered her ruby red nipples and was good for nothing except to add a little support.
He took one look at her barely covered tits as he peeled her blouse from her shoulders. She saw his eyes widen and his mouth make a round circle of approval. He was looking down her cleavage and smiling his wicked smile.
'Baby, that's a pair of whoppers you've got there,' he said. 'I wasn't sure they were real. Sometimes girls your age try to pad them.'
'I don't need any padding,' Carol said proudly.
'You sure don't.'
He pushed her back on the bed. He slipped one hand behind her and unhooked the flimsy bra. She lifted her shoulders so that he could pull it away from her tits. He sat back and looked at her creamy tits for a moment, and then covered them both with his hands.
'Nice, baby,' he said. 'They feel real nice!'
His rough hands felt gentle as he squeezed and fondled her tits. He was experienced enough to know how to turn her on. His squeezing, caressing fingers made her tits even hotter, and she could feel her aching nipples brushing against his palms.
She started squeezing her thighs together as if she could ease the pressure between her legs that way. It didn't help. Squeezing her thighs together only seemed to make her hotter. Now her panties felt soaked with juice.
'Oh, what are you doing to me?' Carol asked, moaning in pleasure.
'You're going to like everything I do to you, baby,' he said.
He bent his head down. His tongue flicked over one hard nipple.
She gasped for breath. It felt like electricity had suddenly shot from her tits all over her body. Her lips felt dry. She licked them, but it didn't help. She put her hand on his head.
He moved from one creamy tit to the other. His tongue kept flicking around her hard nipples until he had her squirming in hot pleasure. Then he took one of her nipples inside his mouth and began to suck on it gently.
'Oh, that feels so good!' she screamed. 'I've never had my tit sucked on before. It feels so nice, Mr. Fisher!'
He sucked more of her creamy titty into his mouth and bit down gently. Again she could feel that sudden jolt like electricity shooting through her body. She pulled on the back of his head and felt her creamy titty being sucked deeper into his hungry mouth.
She was moving all over the bed now. It seemed like she couldn't stay still. It felt like her body was on fire. She kept lifting her back and trying to force more of her tit into his mouth.
She felt his free hand on her thigh! His fingers had somehow slipped underneath her skirt without her feeling. She felt his hot fingers stroking the inner flesh of her thigh. His hand moved higher. In another moment he would be stroking her pussy. She closed her legs tighter around his hand. She tried to keep him from going any higher. He didn't force her legs open. He just kept stroking the inner flesh of her thighs until she couldn't stand it any longer. She opened her legs and his hand slipped up to touch her wet pussy.
'Oh, you shouldn't do that,' she whispered. 'Don't, please!'
He kept his hand still but she could feel his fingers still stroking gently against her pussy. He wasn't rough with her, but those stroking fingers kept the fires burning in her cunt. She tried to clamp her thighs together around his hand again, but that only made things worse.
'You're making me feel so funny,' she whispered.
He really started gobbling her titties. He moved his mouth quickly from one to the other and was sucking her titty-flesh deep into his mouth. He already had both her tits completely wet with his saliva.
He took her hand and brought it to the front of his pants. She felt the hard bulge and her fingers trembled. She knew what it was. She had dreamed about his cock plenty of times. Now she was afraid of it.
'Don't worry, sugar baby,' he said, understanding her fears.
'It won't hurt you. It's going to give you more happiness than you've ever known!'
She tried to take her hand away but he kept it clamped against him. She could feel the slow movement of his cock as he changed his position. His hand cupped her pussy mound and started gently squeezing. His mouth sucked harder at her titties.
In a few moments she was squeezing his cock, and he was wasn't having to force her hand. She started running her fingertips up and down the long length of it. She couldn't feel it very well stuffed in his pants, but he soon took care of that.
'I'm going to give you a real treat, baby,' he told her.
He moved her hand away long enough to unbuckle his trousers and pull them down his legs. His hard prick was bunched in his shorts. He pulled off his shirt next, and revealed his bare, hairy chest. She felt excited, but scared.
He stretched out on his back.
'Take my, shorts off.'
It was a command that she couldn't refuse. She got up to her knees and put her hands inside his shorts. He lifted his hips as she eased his shorts down his hairy legs. She tried not to look at the huge red cook between his legs, but it was impossible. Her eyes kept coming back to the red monster that looked big enough to split her in half.
'You like it, baby?' he asked her.
'I've never seen a real one before,' she said.
'Then it's time you got better acquainted,' he told her.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it down to his cock. She touched his hot, naked cock flesh. She jerked her hand away. He patiently took her hand and pressed it back against his cock again. This time she didn't pull her hand away. His cock felt hot and sticky. She circled her fingers around the base of his prick and could feel it throbbing.
'Nice hands, baby,' he told her. 'You've got the perfect hands for a wild-assed bitch. I'm going to show you all about fucking, and a wild-assed bitch is what you're going to be before I'm done with you.'
Her head was reeling. Everything seemed to be happening at once. She didn't know what to do, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to stop.
'Let's see the rest of you, baby,' he told her. 'Strip it all off and let me take a good look at your cunt.'
He was helping her as she pulled down her skirt and kicked it off. She tried to keep on her panties but he easily broke her grip on then and peeled them off her long legs. She kept her thighs tight together as his hand covered her pussy mound.
'Come on, bitch,' he said in a disgusted voice. 'Knock off the coy bullshit! You're bare-assed naked with a man on your bed and you're holding his cock. You know you're going to get your sweet little ass fucked off, so why fuck around?'
She knew it was damned silly to keep resisting. She gave in and opened her legs. For the first time she felt a man's fingers stroking her aching cunt lips. Now she couldn't have escaped even if she'd wanted to. His fingers slid into her pussy! His fingers felt gentle but it was also unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She felt his fingers digging deep into her cunt. He started moving his fingers around so that he was touching all the parts of her cunt. 'I'm going to fuck you,' he told her. 'I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass off. I'm going to give you something you've wanted for along time baby!'
He kept talking to her and moving his fingers around inside her until her pussy felt juicy as hell. She moaned when she felt him start driving his fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. She started lifting her hips off the bed as she tried to get his fingers even deeper inside her. His fingers felt so fat and rough. It was such a different feeling than when she played with herself.
'Oh, Mr. Fisher,' Carol groaned. 'Oh, that feels nice! You make me feel so good!'
