The mere idea of it sent shivers chasing up and down the youngster's spine, causing his boyish cock to stiffen even further in anticipation The whole neighborhood was talking about Miss Daniels. She was the sexiest thing that had turned up in a long time. He could hardly believe this was really happening to him, – and the aroused woman, sitting there before him under his penetrating gaze, wearing nothing but her thin white panties, stared at him hungrily, trying to wipe away the last of his inhibitions.
"Here, Tim," she said in a lusty voice. "Strip me completely naked first if that will make you feel less nervous about taking your clothes off in front of me."
"Gee, Miss Daniels! Can I?"
The youngster hesitated but a moment. Then he slipped his fingers beneath the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down. The sensuously excited blonde raised her hips up from the couch to make the boy's task easier, listening with bated breath to the rustling of the fabric as he drew them off her tightly rounded ass-cheeks and down her thighs to fall to the floor.
Jesus, Tim thought. She really was gorgeous. And now he knew he was going to get her. She was going to be his, and he was feeling less embarrassed by the second. He didn't care anymore. He couldn't help himself. He had to have her, and he wasn't even sure how long he could hold back. And even if he was still a little scared, he knew he couldn't let that stop him. He had to run his hands over her soft smooth skin, had to explore that little mound of sparse pubic hair. He had to fuck her. Then once he'd told the other guys about this, they wouldn't think of him as just an intellectual punk anymore.
Tim hesitated but a moment longer, then stood up abruptly and began hastily stripping off his clothes. Now the lust-crazed woman watched him with eyes that were mere slits of sexual need, a little sigh of delighted relief escaping her half-parted lips as she saw his trousers and jockey shorts drop and his young penis spring forth in a hard, throbbing erection.
Then he dropped back down beside her on the couch, reaching out eagerly toward her. He let his hand trail softly over the smoothness between the lush twin mounds of her breasts then down lower across her belly, descending at last to the swollen hair-fringed mound between her thighs. As he did so, the naked woman gasped at the new flames of passion shooting through her loins and breasts. She let her legs go limp, and she collapsed to a half reclining position on the couch, parting her thighs and splaying them out wide to each side.
Tim leaned forward over her, trembling, transfixed by the obscenity of this completely exposed view of the blond woman's cunt. She was a natural blonde, he realized. The hair down there was as beautiful a golden color as the hair on her head, and the sight of it inspired a further surging of his cock, a tightness in his aching balls that could not be denied.
"Miss Daniels," he gasped in a nervous, trembling voice, "I want to fuck you."
Now Jo closed her eyes completely in the delirium of her lust. He had said it! This young boy had said those magic words to her. He wanted to fuck her, and she couldn't have been happier at that moment if it had been a proposal of marriage from a man she loved. She shivered with sheer ecstasy at the lewdness of the word coming from his innocent lips, further excited by that very shocking incongruity. And as she relished the prospect of what he'd demanded, she nodded her head, purring in only the faintest voice, "Yes, Tim. Oh yes. I want you to fuck me, Tim. I want you to! I want it! Fuck me!"
Now the boy's hands slid further down into the inviting, obscene warmth of her inner thighs, into that soft golden pubic hair, to brush eagerly along the wet pink slit of her cunt.
Jo moaned as the fingers gently teased the sensitive, moistened flesh, moving slowly and maddeningly up and down her pinkly glistening pussy-slit. Then a shudder shook her nakedness at the first sudden tantalizing contact with the blood-inflamed button of her clitoris. The young boy sensed her response and began to stroke eagerly at the hardened little nubbin throbbing beneath his fingers. Jesus, he thought. Now she really was getting hot. And he could hardly wait a minute longer. The fire that burned in his inexperienced young cock was consuming him, and he could already feel the churning of his sperm in his now heavily swollen testicles.
His breath coming in deep, strained gasps, Tim placed both his hands on the soft wetness of Miss Daniel's eagerly parted inner thighs, pushing them even farther out to expose more perfectly the narrow pink slit of her vagina. He probed greedily over the glistening little orifice that seemed to quiver as if in invitation to the continued teasing. Then, sighing deeply with his building adolescent desire, the fourteen-year-old plunged his middle finger suddenly between the lustfully sucking lips and wormed it slowly up into the clasping tightness of her vagina.
"Oh," the squirming Jo moaned again and again as the youngster probed deeper and deeper up into her loins, then began slowly to finger-fuck in and out between her parted thighs. She writhed in heated tension on the couch, reclining completely on her back, beginning to hunch and undulate her buttocks in response to the maddening penetration. Then she whimpered in surprise and disappointment as Tim withdrew his obscenely probing finger.
Jo opened her eyes and shook her head in desperate protest. "No, Tim. No. Don't stop now. Please don't stop now."
The lust-tortured woman waited breathlessly, little twitches of frustration shaking her naked body. Then nervously the boy kneeled between her parted thighs, holding himself poised and trembling above her.
"What is it, Tim?" she purred softly.. "What's the matter?"
He shook his head, saying, "I… I'm not sure what to do now, Miss Daniels."
For the briefest instant something in Jo almost froze. A twinge of sanity and regret held her back from this final corruption. She closed her eyes, drifting in a whirlpool of mixed feelings, of sorrow and hunger, madness and remorse. Then she reached slowly downward and closed her trembling hand about the stiff, slender penis, still hesitating. Then his words came reverberating into her ears like far away thunder. "Help me, Miss Darnels. Please help me. Show me what to do."
"Oh, my God, yes," Jo gasped. The poor child. Wrong as what she was about to do now was, it would be an even greater injustice if, after leading him this far, she were to suddenly stop here at this moment of their mutual height of passion. And that was her justification, her rationalization. A moment later, Jo forgot her hesitance completely. She let the boy's words play over and over in her ears, that final proof of her original supposition that he was a virgin. She told herself, and she knew it was not a lie, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He wanted her as much as she had wanted Mario that fateful night so long ago. He wanted her to be the first woman in his life, and that honor drained the last of her will power to resist, wiped out the last semblance of sensibility from her mind, leaving her nothing but the overwhelming need to feel this youth's virile young cock deep up inside her warm, clasping cunt.
Then, arching her hips up from the couch, the trembling blonde guided the hotly pulsing rod of cock-flesh up to the moist and swollen cuntal opening between her lewdly parted thighs. She felt an unspeakable ecstasy which blotted all else from her thoughts as the boy's tender penis touched and teased at the opening of her pussy. Then with an instinctively powerful lunge the young boy drove his buttocks forward; the blood-engorged head of his cock popped up in between her slickened pussy lips, driving relentlessly up between the clinging cuntal walls to push all resistance aside.
As Jo reached down to cup his buttocks and hold his tightly to her, Tim lay still for a moment. Then, unable to hold himself back any longer, he began suddenly to move in jerking strokes, swiftly increasing his motions, building and building until his straining pelvis moved powerfully against her belly with each urgent forward thrust of his body. Beneath him, Jo arched and gyrated her naked ass-cheeks in frenzied abandon, mewling out her pleasure and want in the obscene tirade.