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And all the time she was protesting, she was gazing at him with lust in her eyes, lifting her ass obligingly while he used his free hand to inch her pants farther down her legs. He kept his fingers embedded in her cunt and wriggled them about to keep her boiling. He soon had her jeans down below her knees. The ice-blue panties stretched between her legs like a taut cotton rope.

"What a juicy cunt," he muttered, staring at his greasy fingers. "What a hot, wet pussy!"

"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she whimpered. She gazed down between her scissored legs and was shocked to see herself so naked, her hairy pussy on display, his hand wriggling in her crotch.

"Here," he urged suddenly, thrusting his hips at her. "Unzip me and take out my cock."

Connie stared at him dazedly. "Your cock?"

"Yeah. Take it out. Play with it. I'm going crazy."

He lunged his crotch at her again, and she stared at it stupidly, her eyes wide and empty. She didn't move. Her chest heaved, and her wet, raw nipples gleamed. The lush sides of her tits glowed with his saliva. Naked from chest to knees, she looked like some luscious magazine foldout. Only the smooth youthfulness of her face gave away her age.

"Come on, for fuck's sake!" he wheezed, his voice much harsher. "My balls are on fire. Take out my cock and give me some relief!"

Connie jumped. She wasn't used to him talking to her like this. The girl reached out shyly, and she undid his belt with trembling fingers. Then she took hold of his fly, and she tugged it down slowly. Her eyes widened at the sight of the huge bulge inside his red shorts.

"Pull down my pants! Take out my cock and jerk me off!" he growled. He was obviously becoming impatient with her. But he didn't want to take his fingers out of her soaking cunt. He didn't want to have to help her.

He raised his hips off the car seat, and she started clumsily hauling down his tight jeans. She had to sit up slightly in order to do this and her swollen tits heaved forward slowly. The muscles in her belly rippled beautifully. Finally, she had his pants around his knees.

"And the shorts. Don't forget the fucking shorts," he reminded her. He was watching her carefully for any signs of hesitation. He didn't see any.

Connie stared at the gross swelling in his shorts for a few seconds before proceeding. She couldn't quite believe it. It was as if he had a huge, overgrown banana stuffed in his underwear. First, there was the fat mound of his balls, two swollen eggs that throbbed through the bright red fabric. Then, curving up from these and to the left, was the long shaft of his cock, which already appeared to be close to eight inches long.

"You just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna take it out and jerk on it?" he asked her. His cock was throbbing painfully inside the tight shorts.

Connie reached out her fingers. His prickhead had already begun to lift the elastic waistband of his shorts off his belly, and it was easy for her to slip her fingertips underneath to pull the shorts down. Her eyes widened even more as she watched his great, ugly hunk of cock slide into view.

First came the head, a huge purple ball that shined hotly. There was a slit in his cocktip and this seemed to wink at her as she continued hauling down the shorts. His cockshaft was about the thickness of her wrist and an angry red. Two thick, blue veins wriggled up its side like worms. They throbbed as if they were about to burst.

"It's so big!" she murmured, fascinated by his huge, bloated cock. She had his shorts all the way down now, and she could see the hairy pouch of his trembling balls.

"Well don't just admire it, for fuck's sake. Grab a hold of it. Take it in your hand and pump on it!"

Connie let go of his shorts, and she stroked her hand up his thigh. She cupped his balls shyly, intrigued at the way they shifted and rolled inside their velvet pouch. She squeezed gently, curious about what they felt like. She ran her thumb over each ball in turn, judged its weight and thickness. Tiny hairs tickled her fingers as she played with him.

Then she came to the cock itself, which lay propped up against his lower belly, as if resting. She curled her slender fingers around it, hefting it up, then gave it a friendly squeeze. To her amazement, a thick pearl of clear fluid oozed out his piss slit, rolled, down his cockhead and on down over her, fingers.

"It's leaking!" she gasped her mouth open with amazement. "Your cock's leaking… stuff! What is it? Gee whiz!"

"It's only cock juice. Don't worry about it. You'll see a lot of that before you're through. Pull on my cock. Hold it gently but firmly. Pump it up and down."

"Like this?" she wondered, yanking roughly on his hard-on. Already it seemed to be growing thicker in her fist.

"Whoa! Not so rough. Squeeze it, but pump it real soft. Like that, yeah. You learn fast."

Connie began to shuck his prick up and down in her fist. But then, she paused, changing hands so that she could fondle his balls. She set up a steady rhythm, making his cock squeak and snap wetly. The fingers of her other hand tickled and teased his balls, coaxing them along nicely. She began to get the hang of what she was doing.

"Hey, nice, real nice," he commented lazily, staring down at expert pumping. His cock was growing numb in her fist. His shining red prickhead was growing to the size of a tennis ball.

"Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?" she asked, her eyes wide and shining.

"You're doing fine. It feels great," he croaked. "Only trouble is, if you keep up like this, I'll be shooting my wad too soon."

Shooting his wad? Connie didn't understand. But she didn't spend much time thinking about it. His cock fascinated her. She stared at his prick intently, studying every angle of it, learning all she could. She couldn't get over how the outer skin slid so easily over the solid inner shaft, and how the funny puckered skin at the top peeled back to reveal his gross red cockhead each time she tugged down on it.

And it was still growing in her hand. Connie swore it was. She wouldn't have thought it could get any thicker but, sure enough, as she pulled it, her fingers were forced to adjust their grip on it again and again. It felt so funny, like holding a snake or something. His prick was so warm and strong and powerful. It was ugly as hell, but it was kind of beautiful, too.

"I think you'd better slow up," Bobby wheezed, his voice oddly tense. He'd begun finger-fucking her again while she'd started to get the hang of jerking him off, but now he let his fingers stop inside her again. He stared down anxiously at his blazing cock.

"It's getting bigger! Your cock's still growing!" Connie marveled, not missing a beat in her expert jacking. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"You're not hurting me, no. But you're just a little too good. If you don't slow up real soon, I'm gonna blast my jizz all over your pretty belly."

"Blast your jizz?" Again Connie didn't understand. She glanced from his face to her pumping hand, then back again, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

"Yeah. Whoa. Yeah," be groaned.

It had been a long night for Bobby. In fact, it had been a long summer. For weeks now, he'd been trying to get past first base with Connie, only to have her stop him whenever things got interesting. Night after night, he'd gone home with smoldering balls, his cock still leaking in his shorts and throbbing painfully. His only relief had been jerking himself off in the shower.

Tonight, already a couple of weeks into the school year, things had started to happen. She'd gone out with him without wearing a bra, her big tits swinging loose inside her T-shirt, her thick nipples denting the fabric like fingers. And for the very first time, she hadn't stopped him when he tried to undress her to get a look at her fabulous tits. It was a dream come true.

But it also presented problems. He'd had to limp through the evening with his cock in a state of continual semi-hardness. He'd felt it leaking into his shorts after half an hour. And now, with Connie nearly nude, her tits and cunt on mouth-watering display for him, and her jacking on his cock like she'd been doing it all her life, Bobby was supposed to keep his cool. He was supposed to take charge, ease himself into her and give her a fucking she'd never forget.