Stacy slipped quietly off her seat, onto her knees before the guy, and plunged his erect dick into her mouth.
"Awww, JESUS," he moaned.
Fortunately there was so much noise on the screen that no one heard him. He went on whining and moaning blissfully as Stacy worked his thick swollen meat into her juicy, scorching mouth.
She'd had plenty of practice, had sucked bigger dicks than his, so she was able to take the whole thing in, till his wiry-haired balls rubbed her chin.
She slipped her hands under his hot, swollen nut sacs and began to massage them, fast and hard. The least bit more pressure and she would have hurt him, but she knew her work, knew just how rough to be. She squeezed and milked his balls while she sucked his cock.
Compressing her cheeks sharply, raising her tongue, she squeezed his pulsing dick into a tight juicy nest. She sucked his meat hard, drawing it out like elastic, letting it snap back to its normal proportions. She bathed it heavily, hotly, with her saliva.
"Ohhhh, Christ," he moaned, "oh, sweet Jesus, yes… Suck me, baby, suck my dick… Awwww, shit, that's great."
Stacy sucked hard, expertly, reducing the moaning man to horny jelly. She, too, was intensely aroused. She felt her steamy cunt cream soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Cock sucking was just about the most exciting thing in the world to the mischievous Stacy.
She liked having that enormous power over him, controlling him through his prick, but she also just plain liked to suck cocks. She liked the fat fleshy presence in her mouth, liked the taste of his juices. This guy was really creaming, too, salty juice dribbling steadily from his hard, swollen cockhead.
Stacy eagerly swallowed every drop of his horny bubbling cream, sucking harder and harder on his jerking, throbbing meat. She kept up her rough but pleasant massage of his balls. The guy slumped lower in his seat, panting, whining.
He was out of control, his head lolling, his eyes rolling wildly, his mouth twisted into a sensual leer. As she sucked greedily and wetly on his bloated dick, he couldn't stop moaning. Fortunately the toads were still having it out with the National Guard, a deafening noise that drowned out the guy's helpless cries.
"Awwww, shit, that's good," he groaned, "so fuckin' good… Bring me off, doll… Let me come in your mouth…"
Stacy felt saliva flooding her mouth as he groaned out his request. This was what she'd been waiting for, that scalding blast of delicious, salty male come. She could never get enough of it.
She recalled the first time she'd ever blown a guy. It'd been an older man, and she usually didn't go for them, but he paid her ten bucks to "play" with him in the movies. She didn't know exactly what he wanted till he showed her. She'd handled a few pricks out of curiosity, but she'd never even dreamed of using her mouth on one.
This old guy had her get down on her knees, between his legs, and then he taught her to fondle and lick and suck his cock. At first Stacy just thought it was weird, but the moment she took his silky sausage-like prick into her mouth, she was hooked on the practice.
She remembered how good his jism had tasted, how she'd swallowed every drop and then licked his limp prick to get more. The old guy was so pleased, he gave her an extra five dollars.
Since then she'd learned a lot more, and she used all her skill on the moaning man in the leather jacket. She sucked his prick out to its full straining length, till the big bulbous head was right in her throat, and she pumped and milked his swollen nut sacs.
"Awwww, man," he whimpered, "eat me…"
She clamped her strong young throat muscles around his cock head, and the guy wailed and shot his load. Stacy opened her throat and gurgled blissfully as he sizzled load after load of delicious come into her mouth. She kept sucking till his prick shriveled and softened and slipped from her lips.
Daintily but eagerly she licked her ups of the last drops of come, then settled back into her seat as if nothing had happened. The guy lay sprawled in his seat, gawking at her with glazed eyes, his limp, wet prick resting on his thigh.
Stacy hummed with satisfaction, knowing she'd completely blown his mind. That was her idea of a good night's work at the movies – reducing a man to jelly.
Los Angeles had to be H-bombed to destroy the giant toads, but the rest of the world was saved. The movie ended, and Stacy walked primly out of the theater, her dazed partner following her meekly.
She didn't mind him following her. The game wasn't over yet. Sucking his cock had been a real turn-on, but there was a boiling need in her pussy that still had to be satisfied.
She strolled down the dark empty street, and she could hear him behind her, no doubt trying to get up his nerve and talk to her. At last he sprinted up beside her.
"Hey," he said, "I gotta talk to ya."
"About what?" Stacy said innocently.
"I… I gotta make it with you," he said. "I mean, you are really hot stuff. What you did back there in the movies… I mean, wow! I just have to get it on with you."
Stacy was secretly pleased, but she frowned at him and looked doubtful. "Well, it'll have to be awful quick," she said. "My dad's supposed to pick me up at this corner in about five minutes. He's a cop."
The guy turned pale. "Oh, Jesus," he said.
Again she was testing his nerve. She was choosy, and she only wanted the most gutsy men, the ones willing to take daring risks for their fun. Would this guy pass the test?
Stacy let her unbuttoned blouse "accidentally" fall open, and he gawked at her superb round knockers. She saw his crotch go hard and bulging.
"Oh, Christ," he said homely.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and led her into the shadows of the nearest alley. He pushed her up against the brick wall of a building and began to paw and kiss her eagerly.
Stacy remained passive for a moment, savoring the building need in her young lusty cunt. Ever since she was twelve years old she hadn't known a time when she wasn't horny. Her maturing pussy seemed permanently swollen, wet and ready. And from the first time she ever fucked a boy, she knew she wanted to live for sex.
The guy lifted her skirt and began fumbling underneath. He wasn't a very skilled lover, and she grew impatient, writhing lustily under his touch. At last he drew down her panties and helped her to step out of them. He thrust his hot sweaty hands under her skirt again and touched the feathery puff of her muff.
"Oh, baby, baby," he moaned, leaning against her.
He rested on her, breathing hard, exploring between her legs. He touched her sensitive wet little clit, fingered her swollen moist pussylips, used the tip of his finger to rim the dripping little mouth of her cunt. He was clumsy and inexperienced, never lingering long enough. Stacy had had it.
There would be no fun in playing around with this guy. They might as well just ball. God knows she was ready. Her panties and her thighs were soaked with her juice.
Roughly she pulled his hands out from under her skirt. She drew her skirt up and tucked the hem in her belt, exposing her whole lower belly. The guy gawked at her platinum-blonde muff, a sweet little puff of glistening fur.
"Fuck me," Stacy said hoarsely, demandingly. "Hurry up, dammit. My dad will be here any minute."
He blinked, then quickly unzipped his jeans and drew out his cock. Stacy creamed furiously at the sight of it, juice streaming down her legs. His prick was just as hard and fat and swollen as it was back in the theater. She could hardly wait to get that stiff rod inside her greedy little box.
She grabbed the guy by his shoulders and pulled him up tight against her. "Hurry, hurry," she panted, "stick it in me."
"Oh, I will, baby, I will," he said breathlessly.
Stacy spread her legs wide, and he bent his knees slightly and rammed the fat hard head of his dick between her legs. She felt the big swollen head of his cock popping into the soaked hungry mouth of her cunt. She ground her pussy down on it, taking his rigid rod deep into her greedy wet twat.