Cautiously

My body trembles to take this busty blonde minx and fuck her within an inch of her life, right into the wall—but I’m locked down. I still can’t quite believe this is happening. Though I’m quivering, I take Scarlett’s hand and lead her to the sofa. I sit down and start to wave her to sit next to me when she drops to her knees and undoes my belt. “Let’s get these off,” she murmurs, pulling on my pants. I lift my hips and she hooks both hands into my waistband and pulls off jeans and boxers together. She tosses them aside, then swings herself up across my lap, straddling me on her knees.

Looking at me with a wide-eyed counterfeit of girlish innocence, Scarlett asks, “Don’t you like my boobies, Mr. Harrison?” She starts unbuttoning her top, exposing more and more of her creamy cleavage, quickly making it clear she isn’t wearing a bra. She tosses the garment aside, then takes my hands and puts them on her magnificent breasts. I wrap my fingers around them and press into her succulent titflesh. She arches her spine, throwing her head back and thrusting her heavy mounds into my grasp, and moans softly. When I take a sweet pink nipple with my thumb and forefinger and pinch it gently, she gasps, “Harder—harder—” I squeeze, earning an approving moan, and start pulling and twisting. I squeeze the other tit and roll it in my hand, working it with my fingers. “Yeah—yeah—” she pants. “More—more—more—” Then she grabs the melon I’ve been squeezing in one of her hands—I move my hand to grab her ass—and the back of my head with the other, pulling me hard to her big mound and feeding me its eager pink tip.

“Ohhh, yeah, Mr. Harrison, you like my big boobies, don’t you?” Scarlett moans. “I knew you did . . . I know you try so hard not to look at our tight, hot teen bodies, but I’ve seen you when you can’t help looking at my titties . . . That’s why I wear such tiny bikinis, so you can’t help looking . . .” She reaches down and wraps her fingers around my steel rod. “So I can see that big, big bulge in your swim trunks . . . and imagine it in my hot little mouth . . . between my big, soft boobs . . . stuffing my tight, wet, hungry little teen pussy . . .” My cock jerks with every phrase; I pinch her nipple hard and suck her tit hard and deep into my mouth, painting it with my tongue and biting down gently, feasting on her body to release some of the erotic overpressure.

Scarlett reaches back to take my hand off her ass and bring it under the front of her skirt. She draws it between her legs and rests it along the length of her slit. She’s wearing no panties, her skin is shaved smooth and baby-soft, and she’s dripping wet—her girl-honey immediately starts flowing down my middle finger. “My pussy’s so wet for you, Mr. Harrison,” she purrs. “Feel how wet you make me . . . how wet you’ve made me for years, naughty boy . . .” I push two fingers into her quim, finding and rubbing her inner lips. She burbles in her throat, then moans, “Mmmmm, yeah, Mr. Harrison, put your fingers in . . . Push your big, manly fingers into my little teenage pussy . . . Push them all the way in—finger my tight little cunt—feel how tight I am around your fingers . . .”

That’s an invitation I can’t resist. I let most of her sweet boob slip out of my mouth and start suckling its hard pink point, then pierce Scarlett’s sex with two fingers. She really is tight, I marvel. I wrap my other hand around her generous breast and roughly knead her springy titflesh; I probe deep into her wet heat, and she moans in satisfaction. When I find the ridges of her G-spot, I curl my fingers and start rubbing hard. “Aaah, aaaahh, aaaaahhh—” she pants. “I knew you’d—know how— . . . None of the boys—can—ohhhhh, fuck, Mr. Harrison, your fingers feel so fucking good—yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, suck my boob, suckle me, just like that—you’re a real man—you know how to please a woman . . .” I stretch my thumb up to find her love button; I give it a swipe and she shrieks as her climax erupts like Vesuvius. I suck as much of her tit into my mouth as I can and get a grip with my teeth as she writhes and twists in my lap. Her hotbox goes into paroxysms around my invading fingers and her girl-cum flows copiously down my hand. A detached little voice in the back of my head wonders if I’ll have to have the sofa dry-cleaned. I keep rubbing her G-spot and squeezing and sucking her melons as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers.

Finally, Scarlett slumps in release. “Fuck,” she breathes. “I’ve never cum half that hard in my life. Lily was right, and we’ve just gotten started.”