He unfastened the catch, opened the button, and then slowly and carefully pulled down on his fly. His hard and swollen cock leaped out of its confinement. He shoved the shorts down his thighs, and then let them slide down to his ankles while he admired his proud staff.
While his left hand lightly palmed his hot and heavy sac the fingers of his right hand curved around the thick and veined shaft. Slowly his hand slid upwards on the quivering staff, and the gorged head turned a darker purple in color and flared outward like a giant mushroom
Rapturous sensations surged through his cock and spread themselves through his groin. Sensually he drew his tubed fingers back down again. As his hand pulled the skin towards the base of his erection, it increased the intensity of his passion. Looking downward he even noted the milky fluid becoming visible in the eye of his florid cock.
What a kick in the ass, he thought. Only yesterday he'd been overwhelmed by a flock of hot cunts, and now he was about ready to jerk himself off because there was no one else around.
And then Brad whipped his head to the left because he'd heard the muffled snapping of a twig. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the young girl, standing just outside the open doorway of the shed.
The long, dark-red strands of hair that framed her sexy face reflected the rays of the sun. A pair of full, rounded tits pushed out the front of her white sweater, and aroused nipples making erotic mounds under the cloth because she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shorts were so brief and tight that Brad found it strange that her pussy hairs weren't visible at the juncture of her thighs.
Brad pulled his glance upwards until he was staring into her green eyes. The tip of her pink tongue was visible between her full, pouted lips, a restless bud that flickered sensuously.
Finally he remembered that he was standing completely naked and that he was holding his hot and straining erection with his hand. He smiled at her. The redhead was apparently another girl from Greenwood Manor, he decided. He guessed that Penny had probably sent the redhead over to visit him. Penny would come up with something like that.
He said, "I'm glad you found the place."
The redhead nodded. "Yes," she answered vaguely. Her glance seemed mesmerized by his erection.
His feet slipped out of his shorts, and then he began to move towards her. "I'm Brad. But I guess you know that."
"Yes. I know."
His arm was extended, an invitation to enter. "Won't you come inside? It's not much, but I like it."
He saw that she was coming towards him. She walked through the open doorway and stepped into the shadow of the shed, her shapely legs and sandaled feet moving across the dirt floor.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Laura."
Her right hand moved up and slipped the strap from her shoulder. The small leather pocket book settled to the ground.
"You're beautiful, Laura."
The words had come out so quickly and easily that Brad himself was surprised to hear the sound of his voice. But it was true. There was something about Laura that made her more special than all the other girls that had come over from Greenwood Manor. She seemed older than the others, and she radiated a simmering, animal lust.
"Thank you," she said. "And you are-so different than I imagined." Her hands were at her waist, the fingers fidgeting with the bottom of her sweater.
"Let me help you with that, Laura."
"Oh, I'd like that, Brad. Very much."
Her hands, warm and soft, settled onto the tops of his shoulders as he reached down and gripped the bottom of the sweater. When the knuckles of his hands touched her hot, velvety skin he felt her quiver, and he heard the muted moan deep in her throat
"You're overdressed, Laura. And we can't have that." The bottom of her sweater was now sliding upwards, revealing the dusky nakedness of her stomach and flanks.
"Yes," she murmured. "Whatever you say."
He continued to move the sweater upwards; she raised her arms. For a moment the mounded sweater concealed her breasts and face, but then he stripped the sweater off the top of her head.
"Oh, Laura," he muttered softy.
Some of the strands of her hair had tumbled forward so that the tips were screening the upper part of her breasts. She had a magnificent set of tits. Round and full with equally round and gorged crimson nipples. The moment he'd let the sweater flip from his hands he felt her hands closing around his wrists.
"Oh, Brad," she murmured.
She brought his hands up and fitted them over the ends of her jutting breasts, pressuring against the backs of his hands so that his palms were powered against the fiery, swollen nipples. The skin of her tits was soft and heated, like expensive silk. Gently he spasmed his fingers, letting his fingertips lightly maul the fiery skin and flesh while the hot nipples dug into his palms.
"That feels so good," she whispered. "Your hands-I'd like to feel them all over my body."
"I'd like that, too." His hands slid down to the tops of her shorts, his fingers searching for the catch. "Those shorts have got to go."
"No," Laura answered softy. "Let me take them off for you."
"Sure." He retreated a few steps and watched the quick movements of her hands. She unfastened her shorts and began to push them down her lush hips.
Lust throbbed in Brad's groin while he stared at the slowly descending shorts and waited for the instant when the fringes of her pussy became visible. Laura's rounded, voluptuous tits rolled sensually from side to side while the upper part of her shorts descended to the juncture of her thighs.
And then Brad's cock quivered and a droplet of cream squeezed out of its inflamed eye. Laura's pussy was now visible. Vaguely he understood now why he'd been unable to see any of her pussy hair visible at the crotch of her shorts. Because there wasn't a single tendril visible around her pussy! It was puffed and dusky, a delicious mound snuggled between her thighs. Without any hair framing it, it was so erotic and naked that it seemed almost obscene.
The shorts slid down her legs and settled around her ankles. Daintily she slipped her feet out of the sandals and pulled her bare feet out of the crumpled shorts. Each movement made the muscles ripple in her thighs and offered brief glimpses of her naked pussy. The tiny vertical slit between the swollen lips was a crimson line, glistening with her juices.
"Does it matter?" she asked.
"What?" Brad shook his head, unable to understand the meaning of her question. "Does what matter?"
"That I've shaved my pussy."
"Hell no."
He moved towards her and his hand went out to feel it. "I've never touched a girl with a shaved cunt."
As his upturned palm pressured against the hot, wet cleft he felt her thighs moving farther apart. They pressed body against his thumb and little finger while he mauled the lush and fiery mound with his palm. His other arm had curled around her waist, and the fingers of that hand were gently caressing the heated mounded buttocks.
"Would you please fuck me-before I rape you?" Her plea was husky and throaty. She slipped her arms around his neck.
His arms coiled around her waist and pulled her towards him so that her hot pussy and belly were smashed against him. The hot and lusty tits became cushioned against his chest while he lowered his head and smashed his lips to hers. Their bodies swayed and writhed while their hips churned savagely and their thrusting tongues probed each other's mouths.
Moments later they were clinging tightly to each other, letting their aroused and sensitive bodies savor each other while they panted and gasped for breath. Finally Brad pushed himself away from her.
His hand gripped her arm while he led her over to the old bed. The stained and lumpy mattress seemed a disgrace for her sexy and beautiful body, but she'd already settled her buttocks onto the edge of it. She leaned backwards and rolled her shoulders as they settled onto the mattress.