Steve Golden - Hot eager schoolgirl

"No, Bobby, I shouldn't!" Connie protested. She slipped down deep against the plush leather car seat and grabbed Bob Redmond's wrist. His hand massaged her swollen tit through her T-shirt.

"What's the matter?" he soothed. "Relax. What's wrong with you?"

Connie groaned as he crushed her down onto the seat, his mouth nipping at her neck. His thumb had found the stiff stub of her nipple and he was tweaking it expertly. She could feel her resistance slipping. She could sense the wetness seeping down between her pussy lips.

"You know I care about you. You know that," Bob went on, sucking at her neck. "It's not like I'm a stranger or something."

"I know. But I shouldn't. I just know its not right," Connie insisted. She stared up at the roof of the car and breathed deeply. She had to resist. She had to! Anything that felt this good couldn't be proper.

Up until tonight, Connie had always been able to stop him in time, before he became too excited. She'd let him feel her once in a while through her clothes, but had never let him undress her. Now he seemed more turned on than he'd ever been. He was pressing her more strongly. Already, his hand had left her tit, and his fingers burrowed under the bottom of her T-shirt.

"Bobby!" she moaned, still clinging to his writs. "Please, Bobby, don't!"

She lay almost flat in the reclining seat with his weight pressing on top of her. She was helpless, she realized. He was growing too excited to control. Connie clutched his wrist tightly, but it didn't slow him down. His hand stroked up over her warm flat belly, then molded over the plush mound of her lovely tit.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she panted. So much for her idea of not wearing a bra tonight. She thought she'd do it as an experiment, to see what it felt like. Never before had she gone braless. Now look what had happened.

The sight of her lush tits rolling and joggling all evening had been too much for poor Bobby. As the evening grew cooler, she'd noticed, much to her embarrassment, that her nipples had stiffened. By the time they'd gotten back to the car, her thick tit tips stuck up more than half an inch off their puffy pink circles.

"Shit, your nipples are so hard!" he croaked, as if reading her mind. "And so long! God, I've never seen anything like them!"

By now, he had hauled her T-shirt up over her golden belly and onto her chest, so that one tit was fully exposed. He wrestled the shirt up higher, and her other tit rolled to freedom. She was now as good as naked from the waist up for him, and he paused to examine the results of his efforts.

Connie's tits were truly amazing. She was a small girl, slender in the hips and thighs, but her tits were mature and full, oozing out from her chest like two wine sacs that had been filled too full. They were strikingly tanned and ripe-looking, except for the pale undersides.

And then there were the nipples. Being so heavy, her tits hung on her chest impressively enough. But the lower swells curved up into plump, juicy circles of puffy red areolas. And on top of these grew two thick, swollen stubs of even darker skin that jutted starkly outward. When relaxed, her nut-colored nipples stood up nearly half an inch. When aroused, they soared into nearly inch-long poles.

"Jesus Christ," Bobby crooned, staring at her. Her tits rolled and separated slightly on her chest, and her nipples pointed to the roof of the car.

Her golden belly rippled prettily and her navel puckered at him. Then, as if by remote control, the stud holding the tops of her jeans together popped loudly. The jeans were so tight that the zipper slithered halfway open without being touched. A sliver of her lacy bikini panties was suddenly visible. Curling slyly over the top of the ice-blue panties was a big tuft of pale blonde pubic hairs.

If Connie noticed anything, she didn't let on. She had closed her eyes and had her glossy red lips open slightly. Her blonde corkscrew curls fluffed prettily about her perfect face. She was breathing heavily, but evenly. Her fingers were still curled around Bobby's wrist. She might have been asleep.

"I don't believe your body, honey," Bobby praised. "Why have you been hiding it so long?"

Bobby gazed at an obscenely erect nipple jutting inches from his face, and he could resist no longer. He sank his mouth down on her long tit tip, sucking it in hungrily. His free hand stroked up and down her flat belly, then slipped under the tight elastic of her panties to explore through her thick, blonde pussy hair.

Connie sighed. Ta his amazement, she didn't resist him. She no longer said a word. He drew her nipple deep into his mouth, strumming her tit tip with his tongue. Her nipple was as hard as stone and hot enough to burn. His fingers dug through her pubic hair until he found the warm, wet lips of her cunt. He separated her pussy lips with two fingers and thrust a third finger inside.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" She shivered. Her hand relaxed its grip on his wrist. Her free arm curled around his shoulders and held him tenderly. "I've never done this before. Not with anyone. You do believe me, don't you, Bobby?"

Bobby continued sucking her swollen nipple. It was hot and hard as a sunbaked pebble in his mouth. His lips spread wider on her tit, until he had covered the nubby, puffy areola surrounding her nipple. Then his mouth widened, and he sucked in even more tit-flesh. He made loud, wet noises on the cone of her tit.

"I'm not like that," she went on in a small voice. "You do believe me, don't you?"

Bobby lifted his mouth off her tit. Her nipple jutted high off its circle of red flesh and glistened wetly. "Of course, I believe you. I know what kind of girl you are."

He began kissing and licking his way across to her other tit, making her cleavage shine with spit as he went. He poked his finger in and out of her slick fuck-hole. Warm, wet juice was seeping down her cunt walls and greasing his hand.

"I mean, I know I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, slipping even lower into the car seat. "I shouldn't be letting you"

"Finger-fuck you?" Bobby finished for her.

He had licked up the domed side of her other tit, and he was now staring at her hopelessly erect prong of nipple. His mouth watered, and he began to flick it with his tongue.

Connie flushed at the term he used. Fingerfuck. She'd never heard him use a dirty word before. But this was a fine time to be getting embarrassed, with him sucking on her swollen nipples and ramming his finger back and forth in her wet pussy. She tightened the grip of her arm around his shoulder.

"Have you done this with many girls?" she wondered.

Bobby didn't answer. He was too busy sucking. The boy had slipped a second finger up her cunt, and he was moving his hand back and forth more quickly. Her pretty ice-blue panties were stretched over his exploring hand and, along with her jeans, they had begun to slip off her curved hips to reveal more and more of her blonde pussy.

"You must think I'm real easy," she continued, a catch in her voice now as he pumped his two fingers in and out of her. "I bet you think I'm a real slut."

Bobby wasn't listening. All he was aware of was her stiff nipple, her oozing cunt, and the sudden throbbing of his cock in his jeans. He let her nipple slip from his lips, and it stuck up into the air like a varnished thumb. He gazed down the length of her gorgeous teenaged body and stopped the motion of his hand in her pants.

Her panties and jeans had now slipped off her hips altogether, and they were stretched taut across the tops of her brown thighs. Her legs had spread and her cuntlips were wide open, wrapped lovingly around his digging fingers. Her T-shirt was pulled in an untidy roll across her upper chest, not covering her tits at all.