A horny boy gets a chance to enjoy one of the prettiest girls in the neighborhood

“Hey, Jeannie,” he said as he opened the door, “come
on in. Susie’ll be right back soon I’m sure.” He
grinned happily and licked his chops, it was like his
prayers had been answered. He was just about to go
upstairs, find his old magazines and jerk off for an
hour or so. He wasn’t really hard, but he was riled,
eager, overdue for a pipe draining, couldn’t think of
anything else, just pussy, and here it was, just what
he wanted, what he needed, young and ready, succulent
was the word for her, good enough to eat.

He felt his cock lurch and quiver. He had not enjoyed
a girl close to his age all week, just a series of
mature grass widows who had worn him out with their
sexual demands after he mowed their lawns. His balls
ached and here was a lovely young cunt, ready to lick
and to plunder, fresh meat, a long-legged juvenile
pussy delivered to his door, to his hands, his tongue
and his thick phallus. Just what his body craved, and
so cute in her short, little blue sun dress with white
polkadots.

Jeannie was a living doll and almost a living Barbie
doll, round assed and big-boobed. And young, oh boy
was she young, just the way he liked them, young and
innocent, sweet and dumb, he could hardly wait to make
her scream, to bounce on her soft belly. He wanted to
feel her feet on his butt, to get her legs up on his
shoulders, to maul her jugs and bring her off until
she begged for more.

The girl put a pout on her pretty face and stepped
inside as Billy closed the door, his big, young cock
already hardening, throbbing down his leg, begging for
action, actually dripping. Jeannie Jones was the
hottest and prettiest of the JV cheerleaders and the
only girl who was his horny little sister’s rival as a
freshman sex goddess. She also had enjoyed the
attention that the best pair of knockers in the 8th
and 9th grade got her, a high and firm set that
jiggled wonderfully when she walked or trotted, caused
heart attacks when she ran and enjoyed being kneaded
so he had been told. His palms itched to be at them,
his mouth watered.

She never needed a bra although she almost always wore
one since her sexy mother insisted, usually an uplift
that gave her deeper cleavage and higher and harder
tits. She was a Vickies catalogue on wheels. And he
had never had her or in the last year or so any girl
her tender and illegal age except his sister, who was
a great and imaginative lay. Tender, that was the word
for her, unused and ripe, ready to be plucked. His
cock surged and he felt wet and nervous, heart rate
climbing quickly. He licked his lips and smiled as he
admired her sinuous body as it moved in her sexy
little dress, jiggling.

“We were going to talk about the dance,” she said as
she turned to face him. He stuck both hands under the
thin straps of her new, very short and stretchy halter
dress, the one deeply cut between her luscious melons,
mauled her tits briefly with the heels of his big
hands, spread the straps off her rounded shoulders and
then pulled the dress it right down to her narrow
waist, popping the Velcro closings and making her
round jugs jump up and down in her new strapless half
bra as she squealed and writhed. He smiled and grasped
her breasts and crushed them both, digging his fingers
into her flesh as he spread her bra apart. Her nipples
appeared between his fingers as her new bra popped
open and he squeezed them hard, a grin on his face.

“Don’t, please don’t!” she begged, really frightened.
She tried to push him away but he grasped her breasts
firmly and pulled her to him, lips parted as he kissed
her.

With both hands Billy yanked her tiny, uplift bra down
off her jiggling boobs, laughed, pulled her back to
him and kissed her open mouthed and hard, tossed the
lacy bra aside, tongued her deeply as her sundress
slithered to the floor, and then stripped down her
tiny underpants with both hands, enjoying the feel of
her hard butt and warm flesh as she writhed and
struggled.

He ignored her gulps, gasps and complaints, palmed her
hairless mound and fingered her tight-lipped slit as
she sobbed in his grip, gasping and trying to push him
away as he kneaded her butt with one hand and bruised
her lips with his, probing and kneading with his
tongue, kissing her whole face as he got his middle
fingers into her tight-lipped vagina, exploring,
wiggling them around as he bit her neck.

“Don’t, Billy! Please don’t, stop!” the girl demanded,
frightened and furious. She had never put anything
bigger than a marker tip in her pussy, and then only
an inch or so and now there was something in her,
something poking and rubbing.

The young girl had a killer body and a happy
personality, but he was only interested in her virgin
cunt just then. He needed it, had to have it, knew it
would feel great surrounding and milking his big cock.
Cherry busting was his goal.

Feeling his blunt and eager cockhead tearing into her,
ripping her open, stretching her, that was his aim,
friction, lots of friction, depth, all the way in and
then all the way out, to see her pretty face when he
tore her open, the shock and fear as his balls pressed
her ass, as his thick ram divided her. And since he
was bigger, stronger, older and a lot more
experienced, she did not have much of a chance.

Jeannie thought of her rape dreams and favorite porn
stories and knew they were about to come true, her
poor little hymen was going to be torn apart, her
precious maidenhead, her innocent body violated, her
birth canal stretched unimaginably. It was going to
hurt; she was going to bleed. She could feel his hard
thing on her hip. He was going to do, she was sure,
and she trembled, both excited and scared as he licked
her nipples.

The idea was terrifying and she felt her vulva growing
warm and wet. Her pussy trembled, tingling and
spasming.

Billy thought of all the cherries he had ruined in
girl his own age and tried to count them as he mauled
her and kissed her deeply, kneaded her ass as well as
her breasts and then gently biting a jutting nipple.
He knew he had done a dozen just this year, a dozen
squealing cuties, a dozen horrified virgins, mostly
friends of his cute sister, some even sixteen, older
than he was, and he had mounted several when he was
just thirteen and both rutting partners were under
age. Maybe twenty, he thought, and this will be 21.

She was begging, crying, and he laughed, kissing her
again and tonguing her mouth as he grasped her
buttocks and ground her belly against his swollen
penis. He could see in her eyes that she could feel
it, feel how big and hard it was, that she knew what
was going to happen. He almost laughed.

She squirmed and fought him, but he flipped her over,
face down on the floor and tore off her clothes from
around her ankles, pulled off one shoe and then
pounced on her, right there on the rug at the foot of
the steps. “Yum, yum,” he said loudly as grasped her
hips and brought her bulging pussy to his sucking
mouth, spreading her open with his thumbs as he lifted
her hips and brought her up on her toes and fingers.
She squirmed away, sobbing, crawling, crying.

“No, no!” the girl squealed as she tried to squirm
away. “Are you crazy? Leave me alone!” She felt her
little clit begin to emerge, excited. No boy had ever
tongued her. “Don’t, don’t, I don’t want to do it!
Please, Billy, please!” She had watched it on the
Internet, of course, and day dreamed about some
handsome man eating her until she creamed, but this
was real and it was frightening.

Billy’s look scared her as he grabbed her and pulled
her groin to his face, shaking his head from side to
side and licking up and down her inner thighs, poking
her clit’s hood with his nose. She scrambled to her
knees and kicked him away.

Billy dragged her back down, turned her over and went
down on her again, spreading her legs and munching and
sucking and licking at her nearly hairless vulva as
his hands groped for her young breasts and pinched her
tiny nipples, stretching them upward and then mauling
her jugs into distorted shapes and dragging out her
fat nipples as her feet crossed and her back arched.
She closed her eyes and begged, sobbing and then
crying for help as he tongued her deeply.

He sought her clit and when his tongue found it made
her really screech and buck, kicking her feet wildly
and pounding the floor while he kneaded her body and
sucked and licked the tiny stalk in his lips, under
his tongue. The young girl’s clitoris was like a small
penis and very sensitive.

Billy’s huge cock was throbbing and knew he had to
hurry. The girl felt an orgasm building in her gut, a
tearing pleasure she had often induced with her toys.
She whimpered and begged. He didn’t even hear her for
the sound of blood in his ears, as his huge cock
filled and rose, thick and hard, the woman pleaser,
the virgin destroyer

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jeannie gasped as she felt his tongue
actually enter her vagina and then lick up to suck at
her tiny clit again. Her whole body trembled and her
tight little channel seemed to flood.

Billy drilled deeper and shook his head from side to
side, slobbering and feeling his penis hardening,
seeking her G-spot or some other highly sensitive
region with both his fingers and tongue, finger
fucking her rapidly. He had spent a lot of time in
older women’s snatches, listening to them scream.

“Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod…” she moaned as she put her hands
on the back of the boy’s head and mashed his face into
her throbbing gash, getting ready to cream again.

Billy’s hands squeezed the girl’s big tits and kneaded
them like bread dough and got her hardening nipples
between his fingers, pinching until she squealed in
pain. He knew he had her and felt himself getting
rigid and ready, bubbling out pre-cum, knowing it was
wrong but knowing her had to bone her. He was ready,
eager, merciless. She was meat, luscious meat. He
devoured her. She climaxed for the second time under
him, soaking his face.

“You were,” Billy said as he kissed his way up her
warm and wiggling body, “the prettiest girl in the
whole damn middle school. You know that?” he asked
just before clamping his mouth to her left breast.

“You’re crazy, ow!” she cried as her nipped her erect
tit and mauled the other young breast roughly,
twisting her excited nipple. Jeannie had fought off a
lot of adolescent males at make-out parties in dark
basements, but she had never faced anybody as big,
strong or as eager as her friend’s brother. She knew
what he wanted, what he was going to do and a part of
her stood aside and watched, excited, eager to feel
him in her.

The fact that she was now naked except for her sneaker
didn’t seem to penetrate her mind as Billy nuzzled and
kissed her neck, and she felt his hot, hard penis
slide up the inside of her thigh although he was still
dressed. It felt like a piece of pipe, a very big and
very hard piece of pipe, its head like a golf ball.
Fear gripped her as he bent and licked her clit again.
She closed her eyes and trembled, enjoying the almost
painful pleasure. He got her super-sensitive stalk
between his lips and sucked, stretching it upward.

“Oh, Jeannie, Jeannie,” he cried, after two more hard
flicks on her clit, “I’ve wanted you since the first
time I saw you. Spread your legs and let me do it.
I’ll make you scream it will feel so good. My cock’s a
foot long and hard as steel.” He kissed her roughly
and got his tongue in her mouth as his groping hand
found her hairless mound and poked at her slit again
with his middle fingers, spreading her open and
hooking them upward within her, seeking that special
spot.

“No, no, no,” she gasped, pushing him aside as he
tried to disrobe, scrambling away and hurrying up the
stairs. Billy followed her quickly, tossed aside his
t-shirt, caught her in the hall and dragged her into
his room, kicking the door closed.

“You have a beautiful ass, girl,” he said as he tossed
her up on his bed and started undressing. “Perfect,
absolutely perfect. And I’m sure Susie and the rest of
the girls envy your jugs. What size are they anyway?”
he asked as he pulled down his jeans and underpants.
His big prick jumped up as if it were on springs,
bounced off his belly and stood straight out quivering
and dripping, still filling and rising, actually
looking a foot long and wrist thick, knotted with
blood veins, the head turning purple. The girl had
never seen its like, not even in cartoons or porn
sites. It was impossible.

“Yah! Ohgawd, oh please, please! Don’t!” she screamed
as she saw the fierce rod jutting out of the boy’s
hairy groin, rearing up like some prehistoric monster,
already bubbling pre-ejaculate.

She had seen many on the internet, dozens and dozens,
but none as huge or frightening as this blood-filled,
purple-headed creature, this approaching monster. It
would kill her, she was sure, tear her apart. She
scrambled off the far side of the bed and looked for a
place to hide.

Billy shed his shoes, smiled and moved around the bed,
well aware of the huge, hot spear jutting up before
him, his pride and pleasure, his unequaled phallus.
The last time he measured, he had an eight inch shaft,
measured from the scrotum, topped by a dome-shaped
head and if he was really excited and his balls were
clamped at the base of his spear, his pike with his
scrotum was nearly a foot long measured along the
underside and almost two inches wide, some eight
inches in girth. Several full-grown women had passed
out before he got all the way into them. He had felt
many a cervix.

Jeannie backed into a corner and then sank to the
floor as the door opened and Billy’s sister came in
and yelled, “Leave her alone, you jerk!”

“Damn!” said the boy, grasping his huge, hot manhood,
enjoying the feel of his blood pulsing though it. “We
were just getting to know each other.” It was now
almost fully erect and pointed upward, throbbing and
dripping.

Jeannie, who loved her brother’s rigid cock, crawled
across the bed, hugged her friend, and they left the
boy standing there with his huge erection jumping and
pulsing in his hand.

Billy went to the bathroom and ran cold water on his
cock until it relaxed some. Then he put on his shorts
and went to his sister’s room and knocked.

“Go away!” Susie cried. “You dumb prickhead.”

Billy stepped into the room and closed the door behind
him. Jeannie, still naked, and his lovely sister we
lying on her bed and embracing, legs tangled, faces
close together. Billy watched as they kissed, open-
mouthed.

Susie sat up, tossed back her hair and said, “Go get
her clothes, dolt.”

“Are you two lovers?” he asked, mystified, feeling his
ram begin to soften.

Susie laughed. “None of your business. Go get her
clothes, you, you rapist.”

Billy went down, found the girl’s play dress, white
bra and tiny pair of panties, came back to his
sister’s room and tossed her the clothes after
checking her bra size, 32-D.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her,” he said, admiring the
bare beauty. “She’s just so pretty. Is she a virgin?”

“You were going to rape her, pervert; that’s what you
were going to do, weren’t you? Stick that big ram into
her.”

Billy nodded and looking down at his aging manhood. “I
got excited. I’m sorry, Jeannie.”

She sniffed and covered her chest with her forearm.
“Susie says you’re the best. She made me promise not
to tell anybody.”

Susie made a face. She had sworn to her brother that
she wouldn’t tell anybody they fucked each other
regularly and had for more than a year. But Jeannie
had never done it and when she asked what it felt like
so Susie told her, told her how good it was. Susie
blamed her brother’s mighty cock for turning her into
the prime slut of the 7th grade, but now she had
changed and usually had only one new boy a week and
had almost stopped handing out blow-jobs except at
home and on weekends.

Billy came and sat on the side of the bed and offered
the red-faced Jeannie his hand. “Forgive me?” He
begged, feeling his cock reviving, hardening again as
he admired her jutting nipples, little rosebuds in
puffy pink mounds, and her slim body and her hairless
groin. His cock jerked and trembled, leaking pre-
ejaculate and rising. Her sex lips looked like a
pouting mouth, eager for a kiss.

Jeannie licked her lips, scrambled across the quilt-
covered bed and melted into his arms, their mouths
clamped and his hands pulling her to him, filled with
her buttocks.

“Boy are you dumb,” said Susie. “Now you want to let
him do it?”

“You want to watch?” Jeannie asked. “When I saw his
cock, I knew I had to have it. I’ve never seen
anything as frightening or as beautiful. It’s a
monster, isn’t it? Unbelievable.” She kissed him again
and put her hand around the blood-hot shaft. “Is it
really a foot long?” She stroked up and down.

“I have to admit, he’s the best,” Susie said. “OK if I
sit over here and watch?”

Billy had his mouth on the girl’s breast again as she
worked on unbuttoning his old shorts. He kissed back
down her lush body and sucked her clit until she
gasped and then mounted her, parted her pouting lips
with some effort and eased his massive rod into her
steaming slot as she lay back and smiled up at him.
She spread her legs widely, frog-like, hands under her
knees, and closed her eyes as her vulva yielded and
inch after inch of his wide, throbbing and blood-hot
rod tore her open, stimulating the entry by moving the
head back and forth until she gasped, the hard ridge
rubbing every nerve she had there.

Her legs clamped about him and she arched up to take
his whole, rigid tool, her pussy rippling with
pleasure as she cried out in shock as he tore through
her stretched hymen and then rubbed past her tender
cervix. They both were snorting and grunting with
effort as he slowly penetrated until his throbbing
scrotum was pressed to her. He held it there, fully
impaled until his huge shaft quivered and flexed.

Billy kicked his pants off his foot, pulled a pillow
down under the moaning girl’s hips and got to work,
the work he knew so well and did so diligently on
mature women. In and out, change the angle, in and
out, higher, in and out, deeper, in and out, faster,
in and out, very slowly, very deeply, iron hard, blood
hot, eager for depth and friction. Soon the bed was
creaking and they were smacking their eager flesh
together, faster and faster, a blur of passion,
rocking from side to side.

His pile-driver was tireless, her tunnel was slick.
Jeannie could feel it rising within her, her orgasm.
She arched and gritted her teeth. Billy dug in his
toes and speeded his efforts, dripping sweat on her
face as he gritted his teeth and strained every muscle
he could muster.

Susie watched with her right hand down inside her
pants and two fingers hooked into her slot, her mouth
open and eyes riveted as her brother pumped his huge
piston into her pretty friend and actually bounced her
off the bed. She had never seen anything like it even
though she had witnessed a number of juvenile
fuckings. She watched Billy’s buttocks tense and relax
with each brutal penetration, his thighs rippling,
snorting with effort, his face red, now rising above
her and ramming almost straight down. They had to be
close. Her brother was grunting and her friend gasping
in concert.

Billy played with Jeannie’s lovely, high breasts as he
slowed and penetrated her unsullied depths much more
gently now, palming, pulling, kissing and sucking,
rubbing her sensitive nipples into his rough palms as
he supported himself with one hand. He had found no
intact hymen to sunder, but knew she was undoubtedly a
virgin, tight and yielding, which was the truth.

He got high on her body, rearing up on fully extended
arms, making sure her clit got the full treatment as
he moved his massive horn in and out of her fresh and
rippling channel, spreading her young flesh. He was
pleased when the bucking girl under him suddenly
climaxed with a cry of pleasure and then went soft,
breathing hard and closing her eyes, arms spread wide,
smiling. He eased his thick shaft out of her and
rolled to the side of his bed.

His sister was right there, on her knees, smiling up
at him as she mouthed his glans and then gulped down
his slimy prick. She didn’t take long to clean him off
and get him hard again by sucking his balls, and Billy
thanked her and then rolled back to Jeannie’s side,
asked her if she wanted to be on top, and when he got
no response, lifted her hips and took her doggy
fashion, grunting with effort as he rammed it into
her, right to the balls on the first thrust. He
grabbed the headboard and gave it to her, held it
there, impaling her and rising to his toes, knees
bent.

The girl squealed, “Oh, oh, he’s even deeper!” and
climaxed again, shuddering under the pounding she was
taking.

Billy looked back at his grinning sister. “She on the
pill?” he asked.

“Don’t think so,” Susie said and the boy enjoyed
himself until he felt his lava flowing and then eased
his wide root from the luscious youngster’s battered
quim, grasped it firmly at it base, let her fall,
rolled her over, straddled her body and brought his
dripping prick to her soft lips by way of her jutting
breasts. “Open,” he said with a smile and as soon as
she did he reared up and ejaculated into her mouth and
then on her neck and chest before she grabbed his
haunches and brought his spewing rod back to her lips.

A half-hour later Susie and her friend found Billy
sitting on the back porch with a can of Coke. “Take us
to the mall?” Susie asked.

“Sure, now?” he asked, looking from girl to girl. They
both looked, not only pretty, but calm and relaxed
after almost a solid hour of fast-paced fornication.
Billy was exhausted and still sweating.

“Yeah,” Susie said. “We’re going to look at underwear.
You ruined that bra. You want to come with us,
pervert?”

“Vickies?” Billy asked and when they grinned and
nodded, he said, “Sure.”

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