Young Bonin

So, there it is.

Her itty bitty little tiny…pussy. What should I do with it? It’s right here in front of my mouth, my nose, my eyes. I’m going to eat it. What does that mean, ‘eat it’? Well, I’m going to do things to it that will make it feel like someone had actually chewed on it, sandpapered it out and swallowed it entirely. Piece by pussy little pussy piece. And the strange thing is, it will feel great getting it to that state. I’ve worked a pussy over several times and I know just how to make her cum. She doesn’t even know it yet but she’ll be sleeping in the afterglow of an especially strong orgasm (maybe even a few) courtesy of yours truly and my friend here…my dick. Oh and don’t forget the balls. They get jealous…

Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Tits get the same way. That’s why there are two. They warrant attention because their role, while not directly involved in the act of drilling out the “O”, they are most definitely players that add the extra pump in the participant hips that take it down that path. The path that begins with a thought…

I’m going to start by thinking back to when I saw her standing naked in front of her mirror. Innocent and pure. Wondering why the boys wanted to see what she was looking at. She looked first at her black patent leather shoes. They were the only actual clothing that she had on really. You could count the white socks that covered her shins and you could count the ribbon in her hair but those…they didn’t really count. What counted and she found herself throbbing when she noticed, was the curve of her body. A bunch of curves really. They made her sexy…and sexy just means ‘reminiscent of sex’, ‘inspired to engage in sex’ or ‘to define in one’s sex’. The bottom line: Sex.

The clothing items didn’t count because if you got past the somewhat big ass, sexy, curvey and yes quite tempting, but a little big. Her hips were fantastic handles for me to grip her torso and drive my shaft deep into her snug little box. I imagined both from behind and with her riding saddle sunk over my long and rigid pole. You would have to be dead or obscenely gay to have issue with the feminine curve to her hip.

Beyond that (and who could really get over such a sweet, young and virtually flawless booty?) the barely there but noticeably born of her youth, the slight hint of baby fat that made you hard thinking of the cum you’ll splatter there later. But nevermind that for now. Go past her curly black hair with the deep blue and white ribbon tied up in it and you will see the busty form of a 18 year old girl who is now a fuckable number ripe for the grind of my thundernuts.

A solid set of geometrically sound 38C cups that still bore the impression of her underwire althought they truly needed no support at all. Gravity hasn’t even become aware of those firm mounds of yummy. They barely give under my grasp as I walk up behind her and scoop them into my hands. They are something to see. They are even more impressive to hold. Her silver dollar nipples were instantly rock hard as was my cock but…as I pressed it against her lucious rump, she whispered. “Let it get soft. I want to feel it when it’s not quite so rigid. Like it gets after I suck your…”
“That kind of talk is not going to help.”
“oh”
“Give me a minute. Lay down and I’ll massage your shoulders. Maybe think about Baseball or something.”
“hee. ok”

I could talk for a minute or two about my exploration of her taught young frame but that would be a distraction that served a purpose. Just not the purpose of my story to you.

Needless to say, my massaging began as wide kneading and slowly, as my cock drooped down to touch her back, to concentrated fondling of my favorite parts. My mouth began to join in and my lumbering manroot painted a light trail of precum over her smooth and sensitive body. I circled my way to the space between her legs until my shoulders were slightly beneath her thighs.

So now, the pussy.

I opened and then gently closed my mouth around the mound of her little…itty bitty, tiny little pussy. I swear I could get her mound, her entire flower and her pucker in the circle of my suckling. The heat that it held was still centered between the soft and somewhat coupled little lips. Just a touch of moisture right there where my tongue teased her and then much more.