"No, please, suck me, suck me!" Jim moaned as he tried desperately to get her face back on his cock.
He jumped in pain as he felt the head of her finger push into the opening of his anus. He had to obey, he knew it. She wasn't going to suck him any longer unless he obeyed her commands. She was king of the mountain now and he wanted it that way, needed it that way. Things had to be shared, had to be equal. Carol drove her finger up the boy's ass-up his virgin hot tight crevice-and held it there. He thought he was going to faint at first, but then the pain left him and a numbness took over, and in a few seconds gave way to a new and strange feeling of excitement and pleasure. His asshole was the most sensitive part of his body-he often had rubbed it when masturbating or dreamed someone was kissing it-and now that sensitivity was working as a whole entire feeling of ecstasy spread through his body. Carol wiggled her finger and his legs jumped into the air as sensations of pain and pleasure rode up his spine.
She completed her part of the bargain as promised-she put his cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, moving her finger in and out of his burning asshole as she pumped her face on his penis.
Jim thrashed his head around on the hay and pulled her hair and then rubbed her gently-he was on the verge of crying, of fighting, of laughing-he didn't know what he was doing or where he was or why-nothing was real any longer-he felt nothing but the sensations rising from his cock and his asshole and the thought of the pretty girl who was causing them.
Jim moved his head back and forth, and then, grasping her shoulders, pulled himself up and took hold of her breasts through her sweatshirt. He lifted the shirt and looked at her hanging breasts as she continued to suck his long pulsating cock. Her finger was smashed up his asshole now as he sat on it. She could feel the throbbing inside him as her finger froze in the tight channel. Then Jim, feeling himself falling back to the hay, let her breasts fall free and braced himself, sitting, looking down at her face working wildly on his young cock.
Jim felt his orgasm rising. "Oh, yes, suck it, suck it,suck me! Move your finger, yes," he cried as he bounced his buttocks up and down on her long finger. As he did, he fucked her mouth and felt his cock running along the roof of her mouth, sending pangs of pleasure down the organ and through his balls. He was on the brink now-just two more strokes would do it.
Carol stopped. She abruptly pulled her head off his cock and looked up at him. He sat there in shock, looking at her. Then she grasped his cock in her left hand, tightly at the base, and held the organ before her face and looked down at it again.
"Please, suck it," Jim said, feeling his orgasm beginning to leave. He wanted to come in her mouth.
"No goddamn it! You come now, like this. You make this cock shoot or I'll bite it off. You pour that juicy white stuff down this long shaft and I'll drink every drop," Carol said, looking directly at his prick.
Jim was in shock. She was holding tight to his penis, only inches from her lips, talking to it, begging it to erupt. He felt the swelling in his balls again. The thought of it was too exciting to let pass-his cock brimming with a river of cum, making it happen without anything or anyone touching it. He tried. He directed all his thoughts and sensations to the spot between his legs and the finger stuck up his ass. He would cum, he would cum as he never had before, he would shoot into her eyes and make her drink every drop.
"Come, damn you, please! I want to see it open, I want to see the tip split and the hot lava pour out and gush and gush… "Carol held the base of his cock so tightly that it began to hurt. Then she shook it, banging it against his stomach and then his balls, shaking it in the air above his loins.
Jim spread his legs and sank his ass as far onto her finger as he could. He felt her wrist rubbing against his balls and saw her tongue just an inch from the tip of his swollen cock. He had to come now, he had to let it happen. If only she would kiss it, or touch the tip, or lick it…
"Come! Come, you fucking beautiful kid! I want to drink your virgin semen," Carol pleaded, mad with lustful passion.
It happened. Jim thrust his buttocks forward and held his breath and pushed inside his loins-his entire body shook convulsively as the cum seemed to work its way up the length of his cock, past the stricture of her clenched hand-and finally a gush of thick cum split the head of his cock wide open and it spouted against her face.
Carol immediately brought her index finger up to the opening in the tip and touched it, which stopped his cum from spurting into the air. It created a steady flow of semen down the length of his cock and onto her lips-she placed her head on his thigh, next to his balls, looking up as the exploding organ's base touched her lips and her cheek and her nose and eyes. She gurgled soft sounds in her throat as she lapped up all the cream, and she grabbed his cock again when it was over, pushing the last drops of cum from the shaft.
Jim watched intently as it happened. He couldn't believe that he had actually been able to achieve an orgasm without any stimulation on the tip of his penis! He watched in fascination as the cum flowed from the tip of his young organ, as if it was someone else's cock and he was viewing the situation. Finally, when it was over, he fell back to the hay and felt the girl's finger slide out of his ass.
He couldn't move for what seemed like hours. Finally, he sat up to see Carol masturbating near him as she watched his shrinking wet cock between his legs. He watched intently as her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy, how the thick lips parted to admit them. He moved near her, but she acted as if he wasn't there. Finally she looked at his cock and in a moment came to realize that he was sitting up, watching her. He took his cock in his hand and she watched it grow hard and long again, and in a minute she was working her fingers twice as fast as she had been doing.
"Can I fuck you?" Jim asked, beating his cock in his hand.
"Oh, oh… "Carol moaned, not hearing him. She watched, glassy-eyed, as his long cock moved up and down in the air under his clenched fist.
"Please, I want to fuck you," Jim pleaded, moving closer to her.
At that very moment he heard her squeal and watched as she kicked her legs into the air and rammed her hand as far into her pussy as it would go and then began to moan and giggle in delight as her hand turned wet with the juices of her orgasm.
Jim stopped, fascinated and rejected. He had wanted to fuck her and she had paid no attention to him. His cock was hard and he had wanted desperately to put it up her pussy, but now he didn't want to try, didn't want to force her. He felt strange, dirty, and he wanted to run.
He jumped up and grabbed his pants and undershorts and boots and ran out of, the barn into the evening air. He didn't stop to put his clothing on. He tore across the yard and up the hill, feeling the cold earth under his feet. His erection wouldn't go down. He got to the top of the hill and his hard cock hurt him and he felt cold. He pulled his pants onto his body and tossed his shorts to the ground. Then he slipped into his boots and grabbed hold of his still hard penis and stood there, in the night, beating it as he looked down at the barn in the canyon.
"Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he said as the cum poured from the tip of his prick. As soon as it was over, he stuffed it into his pants and began running across the fields to his house.
The sound of a car horn echoed in the cold morning air.
"What's that?" Tracey said, sipping her coffee.
"Let's see," Rob said, getting up from the breakfast table.
The others heard shouts from outside as Rob walked onto the porch. Jerri looked at Russell. Immediately they got up and joined Rob on the porch. Carol set down her frying pan and she and Tracey and Dave also joined the boy.
They stood there facing a group of farmers-Tex, in particular. There were three cars parked in the drive in front of the house.