cheeks wobbled invitingly as he prodded them with his forefingers; and he knew that Shirley was deliberately keeping the muscles of her bottom untensed — so that he could enjoy the springy cushions in their sexiest, most relaxed condition.
Forcing himself not to hurry, Michael began to work both hands under Shirley's panties. The black-patterned briefs felt silky against his fingers as he thrust his way beneath them, reluctantly stretching away from their embrace of Shirley's bottom to make way for his caress.
At last his fingers closed fully on the cheeks themselves. Michael held them loosely, jiggling the supple orbs in his hands and beginning a methodical weighing action.
He worked his thumbs into the line which ran around Shirley's arse, that double crease which defined the girl's precious hemispheres, and critically examined the cheeks — using all his fingers to explore every square inch of her bottom.
Shirley's legs had widened even more and the girl was now standing with her thighs wide open. When Michael had for the time being exhausted the possibilities of her arse (stopping himself from actually fingering the hole itself; that was a pleasure he reserved for later), he kept his hands inside her panties and felt down her crotch until his fingers alighted upon Shirley's cunt.
The lips of her sex were very small, scarcely protruding at all. They always excited Michael tremendously, seeming to accentuate the girl's innocence and extreme youth.
She was practically hairless, too; another factor which stimulated the man. A few strands of pubic hair grew on the mound itself, but the flat area around the girl's sex was as pink and unadorned as the day she was born.
Michael felt her flinch and tense as his fingers deliberately roved onto the sensitive place. She increased the pressure of her fingers around his neck, almost hurting him as she waited breathlessly for him to caress his way into her cunt.
He made her wait, delaying the moment when his fingers would ease their way into the warm slit.
Shirley moaned, her head going back and her eyes rolling helplessly.
“Please!” she sobbed at last. “Oh — please!”
He smiled, savouring his power over the girl. His hand rested comfortably on her thigh, his fingers rubbing up and down on her cunt-lips, still not entering the moist hole. His other hand continued to stroke the left cheek of her bottom, making the flesh ripple sexily.
“Oh God!” Shirley moaned. “I can't stand any more! Take me, Michael! Oh please, darling — take me!”
His prick was beating wildly against his trousers, surging upwards within the confines of his pants. Shirley suddenly broke free of his embrace and, falling to her knees on the bed, tore the zip down and ripped the buttons off.
She worked her fingers feverishly at the entrance to his underpants, fumbling his prick out. Gasping with desire, the girl pushed the hard crown between her lips, sucking furiously as soon as she had the tip of his cock in her mouth.
Michael let his hands fall to his side, content for the moment to stand there and allow the girl to enjoy the rich meat of his penis. Her wet lips closed tightly around it, her head going backwards and forwards as she urged more and more of the thick red prick between them.
Wildly, Shirley sucked and petted his cock. She held its base steady with her fingers, keeping the pulsing rod in position, while she ran her tongue over and over the sensitive crown — making it itch furiously with every velvet tickle.
He looked down. The girl was making frantic little noise, her eyes staring at the length of red veined maleness which kept disappearing between her lips and then slipping half out of her mouth again.
Shirley had opened her mouth as widely as possible, but it was still all she could do to contain the enormous width and length of Michael's prick inside the red-portalled orifice. The loose foreskin bulged around her lips, overflowing the pretty mouth, as the girl gobbled greedily on the man's potent and now spasmodically jerking tool.
With every inward draw of Shirley's lips, Michael felt himself getting hornier and harder. The tight pressure of the girl's mouth seemed to be trying to suck the spunk prematurely from his cock. He had, more and more frequently, to forcibly restrain himself from yielding to her lusty urgings…
Why not? Why don't you let her taste it? The idea came abruptly to his mind. Give it to her — go on, let her find out what it's like!
This was the very first time they'd practised this form of petting and Michael wondered for a moment how Shirley would react to having her mouth flooded with his spunk.
But it was increasingly difficult to hold himself back — and, seized by the novelty of the desire, Michael began to urge his prick further and further into the girl's mouth. He felt her trying to hold his cock away; the full length of it between her lips was gagging the girl and she fought against the man's efforts to jam it completely inside her.
Ruthlessly, he brought his hands up and drove his fingers through her hair. Then, holding her head in a vice- like grip, Michael kept her steady while he lunged his prick all the way in…
Right to the hilt it sank, until he could feel Shirley's hot, liquid mouth covering every inch of his straining cock.
He withdrew slightly, only to thrust it forwards again with an even greater determination. Shirley put her hands on his thighs, choking and trying vainly to push him away.
Her nails scrabbled at his legs… and then he felt her submission. Slowly, the girl's desire outgrew her initial fear of the immensity of his weapon and she began to lick her tongue sweetly along the underside of Michael's stiff and pulsing dick.
It quivered like an arrow in its target, the nerves feeling raw and vulnerable as Shirley extended her tongue as far as possible and repeated the caress.
Again and again the girl licked the very tip of her tongue along his length, curling it backwards so that Michael could feel it lapping insatiably around his crown. At the same time, Shirley worked her lips in a side-to-side movement — making them slither with wet fleshiness against the man's fast-jerking prick.
Now that she had herself under control, Shirley slipped her hands from Michael's thighs and caressed then around the backs of his legs. She imitated his earlier fondling: gently stealing her fingers beneath his underpants and massaging the cheeks of his arse.
But she went much further. Her skilful hands eased the straining spheres apart and she coaxed her forefinger slowly and provocatively into his anus.
Insistently and steadily, the girl penetrated his back passage, sticking her finger as deeply into his small orifice as it would reach; and using the remainder of her fingers to softly caress his tender scrotum.
Michael felt himself shivering and trembling with desire. Jean would never, never have done such things to him! This beautiful girl! This wonderful, beautiful, thrilling Shirley!
He panted harshly as her finger wiggled around inside the tightness of his arse. Though it was the never- ceasing gentleness of her fondling at his scrotum which brought him to orgasm finally. Her finger would tickle its way from the hanging sacks of his balls, stroke lovingly and breathtakingly slowly down the hard ridge of flesh… then pause for a moment around the raised bump of his anus before returning by the same route to his testicles again.
And all the time, with her saliva continually moistening his prick, Shirley was sucking and sucking on his fully embedded penis. Sucking as if she wanted to savour the taste of his manhood for ever!
The combination of her attentions was too much to bear for very long. Michael was forced to close his eyes; the room had started to spin helplessly before them and he could scarcely keep his legs from crumpling him to the floor.
A more insistent itching than he had ever experienced welled up in his cock. It seemed to generate from the pit of his stomach and streak like an electric current through his balls. With a muffled shout, he launched his spunk — contracting his arse muscles and urging the thick fluid into Shirley's mouth.
There was one long gushing: immediately followed by several shorter ones. The spunk jetted with manic power, as if it had lain dormant for years inside his testicles.
Michael's fingers clenched into the girl's hair, unable to release her until every drop of his precious sperm had been shed.
And she obediently drew steadily on his prick until she was sure that the last bitter globule had been wrung
