Nancy found herself all cunt. These guys never even thought of kissing her or licking her tits or feeling and fingering her ass. They weren't very imaginative, as far as Nancy was concerned. But, oh, how they liked to stick their stiff dicks into her hot cunt and bang it all to hell!
Five guys later, Nancy gave up expecting too much from teens and resigned herself to enjoying the pure cunt-fucking, the dripping pricks so hot and stiff and eager to plunge into a real cunthole.
The eighth guy found her all soft and cuddly, purring like a sex kitten, open and yielding, smiling at him and displaying her hard pointed tits and come-slickened pussy.
"Ummm," she cooed as this one shoved his skinny prick up into her sensitized cunt. Then she closed her eyes and abandoned herself to his excited and nervous fucking, sort of lying there in a state of private pleasure as the unknown guy banged away at her cunt, grunting and groaning toward his own goal – a gut-searing, cock ripping orgasm in this pretty girl's belly.
This time Nancy giggled when the guy shot his load of hot jism into her, because the gushing fluid tickled her insides and gave her sweet but hot cunt tingles of added pleasure.
What saddened her was that she came only once to every three cocks in her pussy. So many of the guys didn't last very long, her lovely pussy proving too deliciously exciting for their eager dicks. It pleased her that she could get them off so quickly and made them pump their loads of come so viciously, but even after ten fucks, eleven, twelve, she found herself fantasizing about some higher peak of sexual release and pleasure.
When she was screwing her sixteenth cock – some of the guys had come back for seconds – she imagined all sorts of man-cocks filling her every hole, and that's what helped her to come wetly on the stabbing cock of a guy.
It was just as well that she got to come so deliciously for, to her disappointment, the guy stopped screwing her grinding cunt to say, "It's starting to rain."
"Oh, God!" Nancy gasped, fucking her cunt up at him. "I don't care if it's snowing! FUCK ME!"
That urged the guy to complete his act, and Nancy came juicily, laughing sensuously as she twisted her ass and cunt feverishly to maximize her orgasm.
But when her hungry cunt had sucked the life out of the guy's pistoning dick and he got off her thrashing, writhing body, she panted, "Darn, darn, darn."
The gang-bang had to be called on account of rain.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Mrs. Blake's idea for her and her husband to drive some teens to their homes in separate cars. Nancy loved the idea.
When she had come in from the backyard, looking as fresh as a daisy, her dress was damp from the rain and it was plastered against her tits. She noticed how Mr. Blake looked at her tits and she knew her nipples were making bumps of their own in the fabric of her dress.
So now he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. And Nancy could tell from his frequent glances what he was thinking: Is this cute chick wearing panties?
Mrs. Blake organized the departure, herding the teens who lived east of Main Street into her station wagon, while the rest piled into Mr. Blake's car. Nancy bolted into a run and dashed through the rain to capture the seat she wanted.
When Ralph Blake slid behind the wheel, he found pretty Nancy Wilton at his side, tits high, and curvy legs all but naked. To her right was a guy. In the back seat, two guys and two girls chattered loudly.
"Okay," Ralph barked. "Let's tone it down, huh? I'll have you home in a few minutes."
At the first stop a boy and girl, brother and sister, got out of the car. Next, the boy beside Nancy got out. Nancy did not move away from the man. She was thinking about what he was thinking – what a juicy morsel she was, half naked beside him.
It didn't surprise Nancy that Ralph Blake saved her till last and as they drove through the pouring rain, now alone together, her cute nipples began to tingle, her pink pussy began to moisten, and deep in her hot belly, a familiar tickle began to disturb her. She sighed and stole a glance at the man next to her. Ralph glanced at her. And you could clit the sexual atmosphere in that car with a knife.
Ralph's fists tightened with anxiety on the steering wheel. He swallowed audibly. He licked his lips. Finally, dreading the moment when this delicious piece would scramble out of his car, he said, "You're not like the other girls."
The ice was broken and Nancy smiled with relief. "I'm not?"
He glanced at her left thigh, so naked, so smooth. "You seem older," he muttered. "And much prettier."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Blake," Nancy cooed, and the lilt of her voice told Ralph it was safe to pursue the subject.
"Very pretty legs," he said thickly, and his big hand dropped onto her thigh. Nancy's cunt twitched between her lovely legs.
In the soft light of passing streetlights, she could see his hand on her leg. But more, she could feel the slight twitching movement of his pinky, wanting to creep along her warm flesh to her sweet twat. It was driving Nancy out of her mind, because the man seemed afraid to make such a bold move.
Suddenly letting go of her held breath in a warm semi-gasp, she put her hand on his. "I know what you want to do," she whispered. "Don't be afraid." And she drew his hand up along her curvy thigh, under her short dress, and pressed it hard against her cute warm furry cunt. "Ummm," she purred and, shutting her eyes, moved her hot pussy against his hand.
Ralph made a guttural sound. The car swerved. And his fingers danced all over her pussy lips, hair and slit.
When the car lurched, Nancy's eyes shot open. "Oh, Mr. Blake!" she gasped. "Be careful!" She looked at his face and said, "I've gotten all excited, haven't I?"
To confirm her suspicion, she slipped a hand over his leg and her slim fingers curled around the huge thick bulge in his pants. "Oh, golly!" she gasped, grasping his prick intensely. "What a cock!"
It was the giant man-cock she'd dreamed of all through her recent gang-bang!
Her hand trembled on his stony dick, her cunt burned, and her breath quickened, making her tits rise and fall rapidly. "Ohh, Mr. Blake," she panted, squeezing his massive, cock. "Stop the car!"
The car careened, hit the curb, then came to an abrupt halt. Even as Ralph was trying to park the machine, Nancy was busily clawing at his pants with both hands. And when the engine stalled, she was up on her knees, hovering over his naked wet prick.
"Ohhh, it's so hot," she whispered, and she suddenly dipped and took his big slick cockhead into the warmth of her mouth.
Ralph jerked spasmodically, unable to speak.
His head fell back against the side window and his jaw went slack as pretty Nancy Wilton blew his cock.
To Ralph's surprise and delight, the girl was happy and content to have his rearing dick sliding in and out of her mouth. She started to suck it lovingly and ran her soft ripe lips up and down the throbbing cockshaft, appreciating the way the man groaned and kept thrusting at the softness of her pleasure-giving mouth.
"Beautiful," Ralph groaned, drunk with lust pleasure. "Beautiful, you pretty cocksucker."
His passion, his pleasure, and his sentiment pleased Nancy, and she moaned her gratitude. Under the coaxing of his hands, she started a steady rhythm with her sucking mouth on his stiff rigid pole. Her frantic fingers toyed with his huge hot nuts and jerked at his meaty cockshaft.
The way he was grunting, the way his body was twisting, told Nancy he was ready to shoot a mighty load of come down her throat. She gave a short moan of acceptance and the thick, burning come gushed from the slit of Ralph's straining cock, his hot cock-cream filling her mouth, forcing her to swallow rapidly.
Nancy caressed his jerking, pulsing, spitting prick, sucking it softly to keep it spurting into her welcoming mouth. Ralph ran his hands through her soft blonde hair as she cock sucked him with abandon and pleasure.