"That's the way I like it," Ken panted as he kept pumping his prick deeper in her cunt. "Ohhh, I'm cumming," he gasped as he thrust his long, pulsing hardness deeper into the softly moist lips of her cunt.
Seconds later she was juicing. She could hear the sluicing sound of his prick as he plunged in her sticky pussy. The animal-like lust on his face indicated to her how much pleasure he was deriving from screwing her.
Rita's cunt gripped at his cock in a milking, intense motion and she squeezed all the juice out of his penis.
He grinned strangely down at her when he'd finished fucking her and slowly pulled his cock out. Some of his hot cum dripped on her curly pubic coppery curls.
Thanking her for a wild fuck, he told her that he'd come back another time and give her a good screw.
Rita lay there, nervous and fearful as she watched him dressing.
"Whatever you do," she warned him, "don't mention this to your mom or dad. I didn't force it on you. You wanted it."
He laughed as he saw how nervous she was.
"Look," he shook his head, "I wanted to fuck you. So I'm not gonna be saying you forced yourself on me. Don't worry about it."
Somehow Rita knew that he'd never mention it to anyone. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he was satisfied with the good time that she'd given him.
Before he left the room, he leaned down to pick up Rita's lacy lavender panties, which she'd thrown to the floor while she'd undressed earlier. His finger tips gently caressed the soft nylon folds of the fabric, as tingles of sensual pleasure swirled through his mind. And then he dropped the lavender panties across Rita's bare thighs, smiling as they spread out over her naked body. Without saying a word, Ken left the bedroom silently.
When Ken got home his father asked him about his girl friends.
"I never see you bring home any girls from high school," he told him. "I'm worried about you, son."
"Damn it, dad," he told him, "get off my back. I have plenty of good times, you don't need to worry about it."
When his mother heard that, she came out, cleared her throat and told him quite frankly, "I'm worried about you, son. I somehow have the feeling that you're doing something you shouldn't."
His father looked at him tensely.
"Son, if there's anything I can tell you about sex or personal things, just feel free to ask me."
"Thanks, dad," Ken said as he turned away and went to his room.
His face went livid as he thought about his parents becoming so person. He felt he had a perfect right to do what he wanted to.
A couple of days later he figured he would find someone that he could go to bed with again. An impulsive urge swept over him when he saw Sherri at school bending over. She was bent over so far that he could see her round ass cheeks covered by her blue nylon panties. He got so hard that he almost had to reach out and stroke her buttocks. Ken knew he couldn't do that and he managed to control himself. But he went right over to Sherri and spoke to her.
"Hey, sweetheart," he told her, "when are you and me gonna get together?"
She had seen him before at school but had not paid too much attention to him. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly why he was making such a good play for her now. He did have a certain kind of emotional appeal and she didn't want to turn him down.
"Why did you talk to me today?" she asked with a sly smile.
Ken knew that he could never tell her that when she bent over he caught sight of her naked thighs and her round ass cheeks covered by her blue nylon panties. However, controlling himself he managed to shrug and tell her that he had looked at her many times and thought they should get better acquainted.
She agreed to a date and on Friday night they went out together. There was a dance at a teenage discotheque and following the dance they got in his car and Ken talked to her about vibes.
"I mean," Ken explained, "you've got good vibes."
Sherri threw her head back and laughed. As her blond hair flailed on the back seat of the car, he saw her beautiful bosoms rising up to his attention. His balls twitched and his cock lengthened. She had a sweet, husky kind of voice that really appealed to him.
"You know, Sherri," he told her, "you're really very beautiful. I'd like to suck your tits."
Sherri glared at him.
"Well," she shook her head, "you sure come on strong. This is our first date."
Ken used laughter now to hide the fact that he had been very crude and abrupt in mentioning what he felt.
"Look," she told him, "I am sick and tired of you trying to get fresh with me."
"But I just want to admire you," Ken explained. "Maybe if you'd just let me look at you."
Sherri wasn't about to undress for him.
"Why should I?" she demanded.
"Because I could show you something between my legs you'd really like, honey," he told her.
"I doubt it," she said, looking out the window.
She heard the sound of his zipper as he slowly started pulling down his fly. And then she heard him pulling on something. Looking over to where he was seated she saw his huge cock standing up. Drops of crystal cum formed at its knobby head. At the moment she was so stunned her jaw hung slack and she couldn't say a word.
"Real nice," he told her, "don't you think so?"
"Don't get any wrong ideas about me," she warned him. "I mean, I'm not gonna do anything with you."
Still determined that she was going to take care of him, he didn't waste a moment. Ken grabbed her and guided her down to his cock.
"Now why don't you suck on it for me?" he suggested. "You'd like it."
The idea of licking his cock didn't appeal to her at all and she didn't hesitate to tell him so.
"I don't give blow jobs," she told him. "There are plenty of girls in high school who do. But you picked the wrong one, Ken."
Ken figured he had to get her as hot as he was. And there was only one way.
"Let me just look at your tits," he said suddenly as he began feeling of her.
The craving for her bosoms had become so great that he slipped his hands inside of her blouse once he'd unfastened it. He massaged her bosoms and this got her stimulated to the point where she agreed to let him examine them.
The next thing she knew he had his lips on her breasts and was sucking on them. Sherri became so excited now that she agreed to get in the back seat of the car and take off her clothes.
"Now I want you to suck on my prick," he told her as he began pulling up and down on his pulsating penis.
He yanked her down over his cock. Reluctantly Sherri let him force her down over his huge penis. The smacking, sucking sound of her lips on his cock excited him.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "suck me good."
She was sucking hard now as if she was enjoying it. And this excited Ken. At this point he flung his sturdy thighs apart, his stiff arrow of a prick throbbing and dripping.
"Get right down there," he told her, "and lick my balls and suck my asshole."
She got down around his hairy crotch, nuzzling and inhaling the acrid male scent.
"You can learn how to suck a guy's balls, baby," he told her. "Go ahead – do it."
She got down there and began sucking on his nuts. At the same time he slipped his index finger into her hair-fringed fissure. Dutifully Sherri began massaging and playing with his balls. And then she let her tongue gently slide around his testicles. They became larger as her tongue swept back and forth.
"Now," he told her as he raised his powerful legs and clamped his elbows onto the backs of his knees until his firm, manly buttocks were fully spread and exposed. "Okay, Sherri," he told her, "go get me."