Young Stuff - Chapter 1 - The Approach
        
             As  he hurried back toward the hotel, he looked  for  Debbie 
        along the sidewalk in front of him.  As he waited for a light  to 
        change,  he finally spotted her standing on the opposite  corner.  
        At least he thought it was her - he wasn't expecting Debbie to be 
        quite  so  'dressed up', so he wasn't really sure it was  her  at 
        first.  He stared across the street at the girl.
        
             The  brunette  he'd spotted was wearing a  blue  dress  with 
        puffy  short  sleeves.  Although the dress had  a  fairly  modest 
        neckline,  the hem was very short, barely reaching to the  middle 
        of  her thighs.  She wore white stockings, black high-heels,  and 
        didn't  look like she was just 16.  He quickly concluded that  it 
        was Debbie and he yelled across the noisy traffic at her.
        
             "Debbie!   Want a ride to the office?" he asked,  waving  to 
        her.
        
             She  looked  up, smiled and shouted something back,  but  he 
        couldn't hear what she'd said.  He watched her check the  traffic 
        light and stride deliberately across the street toward him.   She 
        didn't look just 16 up close either.
        
             "Hi!"  he  said, as she joined him on  the  sidewalk.   "I'm 
        going  to check-out of the hotel and get my car.  Do you  want  a 
        ride to the office?"  He explained that her mother would meet her 
        there later.
        
             He  suspected that she was trying hard to act  disinterested 
        in being seen anywhere with someone almost her mother's age,  but 
        Debbie soon smiled and agreed to accompany him back to the hotel.  
        They  filled their two-block walk with small talk on  nothing  in 
        particular,  although  he  did manage to tell her  how  nice  she 
        looked.  She looked damn good and he tried not to look at her too 
        obviously, but found his eyes dropping fairly frequently to steal 
        a glance at her legs.  They were very shapely and looked terrific 
        in white stockings.  He had to remind himself repeatedly that she 
        was only a high school junior; definitely young stuff.
        
             As  they  waited  for the elevator in order to  get  to  the 
        second-floor  lobby, he remembered that the last time  he'd  seen 
        Debbie,  he'd concluded that in an effort to look  grown-up,  she 
        wore too much eye make-up.  As a result, she'd looked even young-
        er  and  a little on the slutty side.  He was glad  she'd  either 
        changed  her make-up style or had forgotten to put it  on  today.  
        Her  shoulder-length  hair was naturally wavy and  her  skin  was 
        clear  and smooth, adding to the illusion of her age.   They  en-
        tered  the elevator and he noticed she stood closer to  him  than 
        was really necessary, since there was no one else in the car.  He 
        also noticed that she smelled good.  Neither said anything  until 
        the doors opened on the second floor.
        
             "Listen, I'm going to go check out and then run upstairs  to 
        pack my stuff up," he explained.  "If you want, you can just wait 
        here in the lobby and I'll meet you when I'm done."
        
             He  gestured  toward a small reception area  in  the  lobby, 
        filled  with several low couches and tables.  He turned and  went 
        to  the front desk to settle his bill, leaving Debbie by  one  of 
        the couches.  When he turned from the front desk to head back  to 
        the  elevator, he saw Debbie had sat down on one of the  couches.  
        The  seat was so low that her knees were almost higher  than  her 
        shoulders.  By walking across the lobby at just the right  angle, 
        he  got a decent look up her legs beneath her short dress.   When 
        he got close to her and started to walk past her, Debbie stood up 

        and  started  to follow him.  Somewhat startled, he  stopped  and 
        looked at her quizzically.
        
             "I don't want to sit here all by myself," she said.   "Can't 
        I come upstairs with you?"
        
             "Why,   sure,   sure  you  can,"  he  answered.    "I   just 
        thought....you know, it would be boring..."
        
             "It  would be boring to just watch you pack!"  Debbie  said.  
        "That's why I'll help you pack."
        
             Thoroughly startled now, he stammered something incoherently 
        and  headed for the elevator with Debbie close behind.   Once  in 
        the elevator, she stood even closer to him than before, until the 
        doors opened and he led the way down the hallway to his room.  As 
        soon  as he'd unlocked the door, she slipped past him and  walked 
        into  his room in front of him.  His eyes watched her  hips  sway 
        back  and forth as she moved into his room.  Before he could  say 
        anything,  she had walked to the dresser, pulled open  a  drawer, 
        and  reached  into  it.  Fishing out a handful  of  clothes,  she 
        turned toward him.
        
             "Is this drawer all your dirty stuff?" she asked, holding up 
        her hand.  "Where do you want it?"
        
             "Yes,  that's what it is, all right.  I'll get  that  stuff, 
        Deb," he replied, stepping towards her.
        
             "That's OK, I want to help," she said.  She reached into the 
        drawer  again and fished out another article of  clothes.   "Say, 
        these are cute..."
        
             Debbie held up a pair of 'used' jockey shorts and smiled  at 
        him.   She  dropped  the other dirty clothes on the  top  of  the 
        dresser.
        
             "Really,  I think they're cute!  I thought older  guys  wore 
        boxer  shorts instead of these!  I mean, I didn't mean  that  you 
        were that old, but...well, you know..."
        
             "I guess I am that old..." he muttered.
        
             "No,  really....I don't think you're old," she  said.   This 
        time,  she was the one who was slightly embarrassed.  She  looked 
        at the shorts again.  "Say, these have sort of a...a pouch on the 
        front  of  them,  don't  they?  I've never  seen  one  like  that 
        before...."
        
             "Seen a lot of men's underwear, have you?" he teased,  going 
        on the offensive for no particular reason.  He began stuffing his 
        toothbrush and cologne into a travel bag.
        
             "Well," Debbie blushed, "I have seen a few pairs...
        
             "Well,  they  have a pouch that only well hung men  need  to 
        wear..."  he teased, a wide grin on his face.  "You  know,  keeps 
        everything neatly arranged....kind of like a bra..."
        
             Debbie  eyed  him for a moment before examining  the  jockey 
        shorts again.  She put one hand inside the underpants and  filled 
        the  pouch with her fist.  Holding them up closer, she  tried  to 
        sniff  without him noticing, but he had already noticed  and  was 
        fascinated by what she was doing.
        
             "These  are really cute," she said.  Apparently  pleased  by 

        whatever her nose had detected, she smiled at him.  "You know, if 
        you've got time...."  Her voice trailed off in mid-sentence.
        
             "What's that?" he asked, tossing a pair of sandals into  his 
        suitcase.
        
             "Oh, nothing really," she said, blushing again.  "I was just 
        wondering....if you don't have to get out right away...."
        
             "Oh,  come on," he groaned.  He faced her with his hands  on 
        hips.  "What is it?"
        
             "Well...I  was sort of curious...you know, to...um,"  Debbie 
        stammered        nervously.        "To       see...how        the 
        pouch...um...works...what...um...you     think     is...uh...well 
        hung..." she stammered nervously.
        
             He stared at her in disbelief.  It was one thing to lust  in 
        his mind after a 16 year-old, and quite another to have the  same 
        little  cream-puff  asking straight-out for him to take  off  his 
        pants!
        
             "It's OK!" Debbie blurted out.  "I'm....uh...I'm not  exact-
        ly...um...a virgin...and...I've seen them before, but I'd kind of 
        like to see...what you think is 'well hung'?"
        
             He continued to stare in silence at Debbie.  She was holding 
        his  underwear  with  both hands in front of her  chest,  and  he 
        noticed her sniffing at them again.
        
             "Hey,  I  know!" she said.  "Would you like to see  my  bra?  
        I'll show you my bra and then you can show me your, uh, you know, 
        pouch.  Kind of underwear for underwear!  That sound fair?"
        
             His mind raced at the prospect but he called himself back to 
        reality by recalling her age.  Pretty or not, she was  definitely 
        under-age.  She must have read his mind.
        
             "Look,  I know I'm only 16, but I'm not a little  kid!   Who 
        would  believe me claiming you tried to get it on with  me?   How 
        about  it?  Look, I'll make it easier - I'll show you my bra  and 
        then you decide, OK?"
        
             Without  waiting for a response, Debbie reached  behind  her 
        shoulders  and  popped open a few buttons on the  collar  of  her 
        dress.   With a few small shrugs, she quickly slipped  her  puffy 
        sleeves off her shoulders.  Pulling one arm completely out of her 
        dress, she easily pushed the bodice of her dress down, uncovering 
        her bra-clad chest.
        
             The  bra  was  cut low and made of  light,  silky  material, 
        leaving little to his imagination.  Gazing at her, he was  amazed 
        to see how developed her tits actually were.  The bra pushed  her 
        breasts  together and up, creating cleavage not often seen  on  a 
        girl  of 16.  Even so, it was obvious that Debbie was  very  well 
        endowed, and the sight was not just the creation of the bra.   It 
        was a very pretty sight.
        
             "So?  What do you think?" she asked, quietly.  "Do you think 
        I'm...um...pretty?"
        
             "Debbie,  you're  very  pretty, but I  don't  think...."  he 
        started to protest weakly.
        
             "Oh,  come on!" she frowned.  "I wanted to show you my  bra!  
        Would  you like to see more?"  He realized with an inaudible  (he 

        hoped) choke that she was serious.
        
             Debbie  reached  behind her back again and  quickly  slipped 
        open  the  back-strap  of her bra.  With one  fluid  motion,  she 
        shrugged the bra-straps off her shoulders and brought her fingers 
        around the bottom edge of her bra beneath her armpits.  With  two 
        tugs, she pulled the bra cups down, baring her developing breasts 
        for  him.   He stared at the small,  rosy-colored  nipples  which 
        tipped  each  of her firm, pointed breasts.  She  was  no  longer 
        close to gorgeous - she was gorgeous.  Her breasts rose and  fell 
        as she breathed and her nipples looked as though they were  actu-
        ally beginning to harden under his gaze.
        
             "How's  this?" she murmured.  "I've never really  just...you 
        know,  practically  torn off my clothes like this  before!   I've 
        been  told  I have a nice figure...and some guys I know  like  to 
        squeeze my breasts...when I let them!  What do you think?"
        
             "I think," he began, his voice very low and tight.  "I think 
        that you are a very beautiful girl.  I think you have a beautiful 
        figure.   And, I think you are too young to be undressing  in  my 
        room."
        
             "Really?   You think I'm beautiful?"  Debbie slid her  hands 
        over  her  breasts, covering her nipples.  "I told you,  I'm  not 
        exactly...a virgin.  I've seen 'them' before, but I would  really 
        like to see yours..."
        
             "What does 'not exactly a virgin' mean?" he asked.
        
             She  blushed and looked down at the floor for a moment,  her 
        hands motionless over her naked boobs.
        
             "Well...I...I've never actually...um...y'know, been laid..." 
        she murmured, her voice barely audible and her hands still cover-
        ing her nipples.  "But I don't have my...uh...'cherry' anymore."
        
             "Try that again?"  He was fascinated by the girl's  uninhib-
        ited behavior around him and her revelations about her sex life.
        
             "I've  never  actually  been laid, but  I  got  my  'cherry' 
        popped..." she replied, her voice very low.
        
             "How's that?"  He was in no mood to stop this conversation.
        
             "I'm  not exactly sure...." Debbie began, running  one  hand 
        through her hair.  He stared at her uncovered nipple.  "I lost it 
        either  when a boy, um, y'know, used too many fingers....or  when 
        I...I tried out...my girlfriend's...y'know...her vibrator!"
        
             "Her what?!" he blurted out in amazement.  "Oh...you mean  a 
        dildo?"
        
             "Yeah.  You know, a plastic thing..."
        
             "You don't know if a boy did it or your girlfriend's dildo?"




        Young Stuff - Chapter 2 - The Contact
        
        
             Debbie had pulled the top of her dress down to her waist.   After 
        displaying  her  bra for a few moments, she decided to  show  him  her 
        breasts by pulling her bra open and down.  Debbie told him she  wasn't 
        'exactly' a virgin in an attempt to convince him that she was a widely 
        experienced  female, not an immature 16 year old.  When she  told  him 
        she'd  never been laid, he'd asked her how she was 'not exactly not  a 
        virgin.'   Debbie  had replied that she had lost  her  virginity  from 
        either  an over-eager date's fingers or a girlfriend's vibrator.   She 
        didn't know which.
        
             "Why don't you know if a boy or your girlfriend's dildo did it?!" 
        he blurted out in amazement.
        
             "Well....I don't know why..." Debbie replied, almost looking like 
        she   might   pout   over   his  amazement.    "I've   never   let   a 
        boy...y'know...put       his...his      'thing'      in       me...but 
        sometimes....y'know...fingers  can  get  pretty  rough...and  Brenda's 
        vibrator  was  a real big one....I don't know which it  was  that  did 
        it....I know it sounds dumb, but that's the truth!"
        
             "It's  not  dumb, Debbie, it's just surprising, that's  all,"  he 
        said, trying to reassure her.
        
             She  watched  him  stare at her uncovered breast  for  a  moment, 
        before  lowering her hand to uncover her other tit.  She  clasped  her 
        hands  behind her back and watched him eye her bare breasts.   He  was 
        sure both her little nipples were hard and erect, as was his cock.
        
             "So...?  Will you show me what you call well-hung?" she murmured.  
        "Please...?"
        
             He looked at her silently for a long moment.
        
             "C'mon," Debbie urged.  "Who's gonna know?  Please?"
        
             He  shook  his  head.  He gazed at her  bare  chest  for  another 
        moment,  and  shook  his  head again.  She smiled  at  him,  her  lips 
        mouthing  her request again, and he suddenly found  himself  unzipping 
        his pants.
        
             "Oh, great!" Debbie exhaled, as if she'd been holding her breath.  
        "I just know this is gonna be super!  I really appreciate this!"
        
             His  fly open, he quickly unbuckled his belt and popped open  the 
        waist-button.   As he pulled open his pants, they began to  slide  off 
        his hips.
        
             "I  hope  to hell I don't regret this...." he  muttered,  as  his 
        pants slipped down his legs into a heap at his feet.
        
             "Oh,  you won't!" Debbie replied gleefully.  'I'll make sure  you 
        won't!'
        
             A  broad smile on her face, she stared at his bulging  underpants 
        as  he  stepped clear of his pants.  She looked up  and  down  several 
        times  from his feet to the obvious large lump in his  jockey  shorts.  
        He  tried  to  focus  on  her nipples  as  her  breasts  jiggled  with 
        excitement.
        
             "Far  out!   I really like those underpants!" she  muttered.   "I 
        like them a lot!  But...I want to really see how you're hung...."
        
             "You mean you want me to take these off too?" he asked,  slipping 

        his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts.
        
             "You know it!  Do it for me, please!"
        
             With as little thought as possible, he sighed, shoved his  thumbs 
        down,  and pushed his jockey shorts off his hips.  His hard and  hairy 
        cock  sprang  free  and Debbie's mouth  immediately  dropped  open  in 
        surprise.  His penis wasn't especially long, but it was fairly  thick.  
        Debbie eagerly drank in the sight as he wiggled his legs to shake  his 
        underpants  down to his knees, and his bare cock bounced up and  down.  
        Except for his underpants clinging around his knees and his shoes  and 
        socks,  he was naked below his waist.  He stood in front of the  young 
        girl  and watched her bare breasts shake as her slender body  vibrated 
        with excitement and his erect cock pointed straight across the room at 
        her.
        
             "So....?  What do you think?" he asked.
        
             "This  is great!" Debbie replied, excitedly.  'I mean,  it  looks 
        huge!  I guess you are really well-hung!'
        
             "No,  I don't think so..." he smiled, awkwardly.  He  nudged  his 
        slightly  throbbing penis to the side with one hand so she  could  see 
        his swollen balls better.
        
             "Oh,  gosh,  but your.....um, balls look big,  too!   They're  so 
        hairy!   This is so great!  I really appreciate your showing me!"  she 
        gushed, babbling on.  "Is your...uh...'thing'...um...is it shaking, or 
        something?"
        
             "I've  got  a  hard-on,  Debbie!  During  an  erection,  a  penis 
        will...throb like this..." he replied, smiling at her question.    She 
        craned her neck to see, as if examining someone's science project.  He 
        lifted  his  shaft  up  away from his testicles  with  his  thumb  and 
        forefinger.
        
             "Oh,  please,  can  I touch you?  I really would  like  to!"  she 
        blurted  out,  stepping toward him.  "You don't have to  do  anything!  
        Oh, please?"
        
             "Oh,  jeez,  Debbie, I don't know...."  he  stammered  nervously, 
        remembering  her age.  His penis was as hard as a rock and he  had  no 
        idea  how long he would be able to control himself.  "Debbie, I'm  not 
        sure that I...."
        
             "Oh,  say  yes!" she urged, standing right in front of  him,  her 
        eyes alternating from his face to his rigid penis.
        
             "I....I don't know...." he repeated, hesitantly.
        
             Without another word,  Debbie reached out and slipped her fingers 
        around  the head of his shaft.  His cock surged in eager response  and 
        she moved her cool fingers down the length of his stiff organ.
        
             "I've  felt  a hard one before, but never one  this  thick!"  she 
        observed as her hand reached his pubic hair.
        
             "Why don't you ever use the right word?" he murmured weakly.
        
             "Huh?   What  do  you  mean?"  she  asked,  holding  her  fingers 
        motionless around the base of his cock.  Debbie pointed her forefinger 
        down beneath his penis and touched his balls.
        
             "You  never  say  'penis'  or  'cock'...."  his  breath   gasping 
        involuntarily  as  she squeezed him.  "You've  said  'thing'....a  few 
        times..."

        
             "I don't know why I said it like that.  Say, are you OK?"  Debbie 
        asked, looking truly concerned about his suddenly labored breathing.
        
             "Yes!"  he groaned.  He felt her briefly tighten her grip on  his 
        rod.
        
             "You  really  do have a thick, um, penis," Debbie  said,  staring 
        intently  down at his prick in her hand.  "It's hard as a  rock!"  she 
        murmured, squeezing him again.
        
        He gazed through half-closed eyes at her bare breasts with their stiff 
        little nipples, only inches away from him.  He tried to decide whether 
        he should cover them with his hands or his mouth.
        
             "Debbie....be careful...." he groaned.
        
             "What's  wrong?  Are you OK?" she asked, glancing worried at  his 
        face.  "Did I hurt something?"
        
             "No,  no...I'm  fine!"  he  grunted.  "You  just  can't  do  this 
        without....I don't know how long...."  His response was disjointed and 
        rambling, and she didn't understand any of it.
        
             "What's wrong?" she asked, squeezing his cock repeatedly.
        
             "You're  gonna  bring me off....I can't take  much  more...."  he 
        gasped.
        
             "Bring  you  off?  What....?  Oh!  Are you gonna  cum?   Are  you 
        gonna  cum?" With a wide smile on her face, Debbie finally caught  his 
        meaning.
        
             "Y...yes!"
        
             "In  my hand?  Are you gonna cum in my hand?" she asked  eagerly.  
        She vigorously squeezed and pulled on his penis again.  "Are you gonna 
        cum in my hand?  Now?"
        
             With a loud groan, his cock exploded and the first spurts of  cum 
        flew  from  its swollen tip.  She squealed in surprise  as  his  cream 
        jetted  over her wrist and landed in the middle of her  bare  stomach.  
        His  bursting  penis sprayed more juice onto her, and  the  hot  semen 
        began to drip down her hard, flat stomach.
        
             "Oh,  man!  Are you ever cumming!" Debbie  exclaimed,  excitedly.  
        "Oh,  man, is this something!  I've never watched it  before!   You're 
        getting it all over me!  This is just great!"
        
             She  moved  closer to him, still holding onto his  spurting  cock 
        with  one hand.  As she moved nearer, he groaned loudly and his  penis 
        angled  higher,  squirting his pungent jism across the bottom  of  her 
        naked breasts.  Startled by his semen hitting her tits, Debbie  almost 
        backed away, but she gurgled with delight and stayed close to him.
        
             "Ohhhh!" he moaned, as she pulled on his cock.
        
             "Does it feel good?" she asked, breathily.  "Do you like it?"
        
             "Yes!" he grunted.  "Debbie...!"
        
             "What?  Does it feel good?" she asked, squeezing him hard.
        
             "Oh,  Debbie......suck  it..."  he moaned  in  response,  as  his 
        ejaculation  began  to slow.  "Please suck me now!"  He  clenched  his 
        legs together as his cum dribbled onto her hand.

        
             "What?   Put it in my mouth?" the girl asked, her eyes wide  with 
        uncertainty.  "You want me to put it in my mouth?"
        
             "Just lick me....oh, do it now!  Suck me!" he moaned.
        
             Debbie  slowly  sank  to her knees in front  of  him  and  looked 
        nervously  at his slowly shrinking cock, only inches in front  of  her 
        eyes.   She  loosened  her sticky fingers, which  were  still  tightly 
        wrapped  around  his shaft.  Nervously sticking out  her  tongue,  she 
        closed  her  eyes  and  slowly leaned  her  head  forward.   His  body 
        shuddered  violently as he felt her tongue tentatively touch him  just 
        beneath  the  tip of his penis.  His ejaculation ended  with  a  final 
        spurt  of cum dripping onto her arm, as she slowly ran the tip of  her 
        tongue along the length of his cock.
        
             "Is that the right way?" Debbie murmured.  "Am I doing it right?"
        
             "Y..Y..Yes!" he grunted.
        
             Debbie's tongue slid up and down the length of his shaft  several 
        times  as  though  she  was  licking  a  lollipop,  and  he   shivered 
        involuntarily  with each pass of her tongue.  He reached down  to  put 
        his  hands  on her bare shoulders, running one hand behind  her  neck, 
        which he squeezed gently.
        
             "Oh,  Debbie...."  he moaned, bending slightly and  reaching  his 
        other  hand down onto her chest.  He stroked his hand  awkwardly  back 
        and forth across her bare skin above her breasts.
        
             "Yes?" she whispered, breathily.  "What?"
        
             "Mmmmm.......suck  it!"  he  moaned, as she  flicked  her  tongue 
        across his cock-head.  "Suck me hard!"
        
             Debbie hesitated for a moment, her lips just resting against  his 
        cock-head.   He bent over a little further, reached lower and  grasped 
        her  closest nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling  on  her 
        tender flesh.  She gasped softly and he felt her lips part against his 
        prick.
        
             "Come....on...suck....it!"  he  grunted,  pulling  again  on  her 
        nipple.
        
             Debbie  cried out again and he felt her lips slowly encircle  the 
        head  of his penis, as she took his cock in her mouth.  With his  hand 
        holding the back of her neck, he thrust his hips forward, driving  his 
        entire cock into the startled girl's mouth.
        
             "Hold my balls," he directed, as he felt the girl's tongue moving 
        awkwardly beneath his organ.  "Squeeze them..."
        
             Debbie reached up between his legs with one hand and brought  her 
        fingers up beneath his testicles.  As she felt his balls, he began  to 
        rhythmically  thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in  and 
        out of her mouth.  She held her head motionless and he grunted as  she 
        pushed her fingers against his balls.  His cock began to slowly  swell 
        again.
        
             "Oh, Debbie, suck me!" he grunted, sliding his penis in and  out, 
        faster and faster.  "Oh...eat it, Debbie!  That's the way, girl,  suck 
        it!" 





        Young Stuff - Chapter 3 - Gettin It On
        
        
             After  Debbie had masturbated him to climax and he  had  cum 
        all over her bared chest, he practically ordered her to give  him 
        a blow job.  But Debbie only hesitated a moment at his desire and 
        he wondered if she hadn't already had some boy's cock between her 
        virginal-looking lips.  She dropped to her knees in front of  his 
        naked hips and took his rod in her mouth.
        
             "Oh,  Debbie...." he moaned, stretching his other hand  down 
        onto  her chest.  He stroked his hand back and forth  across  her 
        bare skin above her breasts.
        
             "Yes?" she whispered, breathily.  "What?"
        
             "Mmmmm.......suck it!" he moaned, as she flicked her  tongue 
        across his cock-head.  "Suck me hard!"
        
             Debbie  hesitated for a moment, pressing her pursed lips  to 
        his  cock-head.  He reached lower and grasped her closest  nipple 
        between  his thumb and forefinger, pulling on her  tender  flesh.  
        She squealed softly and he felt her lips part against his prick.
        
             "Come....on...suck....it!" he grunted, pulling again on  her 
        nipple.
        
             Debbie cried out again and he felt her lips slowly  encircle 
        the head of his penis, as she took his organ in her mouth and her 
        tongue flickered against its tip.  With his hand holding the back 
        of her neck, he thrust his hips forward, driving his entire  cock 
        into the startled girl's mouth.
        
             "Hold  my  balls," he groaned, as the  girl's  tongue  moved 
        awkwardly around his organ.  "Squeeze them..."
        
             Debbie reached up between his legs with one hand and brought 
        her fingers up beneath his testicles.  As she felt his balls,  he 
        began to rhythmically thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his 
        cock in an out of her mouth.  She held her head motionless and he 
        grunted  as she pushed her fingers against his balls.  His  penis 
        began to rapidly swell again.
        
             "Oh,  Debbie,"  he grunted, sliding his penis  in  and  out.  
        "Oh, honey...bite it...that's the way...suck it!" 
        
             He  could  only hear Debbie's muffled  gurgle  in  response, 
        since  her  mouth was stuffed full with his penis.  He  felt  her 
        hands  moving erratically between his naked thighs all  over  his 
        hairy  balls.   He was so excited that this  sweet-looking  young 
        thing was sucking him that his cock was again good and hard,  and 
        he  rammed it fully into her mouth, trying to hold it  motionless 
        as  he  felt  himself  incredibly  approaching  another   climax.  
        Feeling his thickened penis pulsating in her mouth, Debbie gasped 
        and tightened her lips around his thick shaft.  He looked down at 
        the  half-naked  girl kneeling between his feet  as  his  pre-cum 
        began  to ooze slowly from the tip of his organ.   Debbie's  eyes 
        opened wide as the first pungent drops hit her tongue.
        
             "Oh,  Debbie!   I'm gonna cum!" he cried out.  "Is  it  okay 
        if....I want to cum in your mouth!"  The girl didn't say anything 
        in response.
        
             He  bent  forward and reached down, cupping both  his  hands 
        over  Debbie's naked breasts and spread the forefinger and  index 
        finger  of  each  hand like scissors, trapping  both  her  little 

        nipples  between  them.  He groaned loudly and jerked  his  naked 
        hips forward, ramming his rigid prick deep into the girl's  mouth 
        to  its root, his pubic hair pressed tightly to her pursed  lips.  
        He felt his cock-head pressing against the back of her mouth.
        
             "Debbie,  I'm  cumming  now!"  He began  to  ejaculate  into 
        Debbie's mouth.
        
             He heard her muffled choking as the full spray of his second 
        ejaculation  hit  the  back of her throat.   Debbie's  mouth  was 
        pressed tightly around the base of his penis and she coughed into 
        his groin.  She didn't try to pull away, but was clearly startled 
        by  his  sudden  explosion.  Hearing  her  choking  surprise,  he 
        thought wildly about pulling his cock from her mouth, but he  was 
        too  far gone to do it.  He held his organ deep between her  lips 
        and  continued  to  empty  his load in the  back  of  her  mouth.  
        Grasping  his  balls tightly in her fist, Debbie  squeezed   them 
        roughly and accepted his stream of semen on her tongue.
        
             As  he  pulled  on  her nipples, he  glanced  down  and  was 
        surprised  to  see  that while she was blowing  him,  Debbie  had 
        snaked  her free hand under her skirt and up between her  thighs.  
        The  cloth of her dress was billowing across her lap as her  hand 
        moved.  She continued to masturbate as his climax peaked and  his 
        penis began to shrink and slide from her lips.
        
             As soon as his cock popped from her mouth, and before Debbie 
        could  say anything, he dropped to his knees in front of her  and 
        wrapped  his arms around the girl's naked torso.  She  still  had 
        one  had between his legs squeezing his testicles.  He  held  her 
        bare  chest  against him and squeezed her warmly as he  felt  her 
        fingers  move  from  his nuts to his prick.  He  heard  her  sigh 
        slowly and he held her tight.
        
             "Oh,  Debbie, what can I say?" he sighed in her ear.   "What 
        can I say?" he repeated.
        
             "Hmmm...." she breathed in response.  "I don't know what you 
        can say.....but I know what you can do...."
        
             He pulled his head back to look at  her face.  "What?   What 
        do you want?" he asked.
        
             "Can  you  do  that to me?" she purred,  nudging  her  knees 
        against his.
        
             "You want me to eat you?" he grinned.
        
             "Can  you do that?  Can you put your mouth  on....on  my..." 
        she stammered.
        
             "On  your  pussy?" he finished her question for  her.   "Get 
        up..."  he replied, standing up and holding out his hand to  help 
        her to her feet.
        
             He moved Debbie backwards to the bed and she sat down on the 
        edge,  her  young breasts flushed from the  excitement.   With  a 
        light  touch on her bare shoulder, he moved onto her back on  the 
        bed  with  her  legs hanging off the side.   Slipping  his  hands 
        beneath her dress, he lifted her skirt up to her waist.
        
             "Lift your bottom up, sweetie," he directed.
        
             Debbie  pressed her feet to the floor to raise her  buttocks 
        from  the mattress.  Quickly, he lowered both hands to  her  hips 
        and  slipped a finger into the waist of her panty.  She held  her 

        buttocks up, and he smoothly pulled her panty down her thighs.
        
             His  blood pounding in his ears, he paused for a moment  and 
        stared  at  her naked cunt.  He could see the split of  her  lips 
        beneath her pubic hair at the bottom of her groin, and he  wanted 
        to get her legs apart fast.  After flinging her panty down to her 
        ankles, he reached down with one hand and tossed them aside.   He 
        slipped  his other hand under Debbie's right thigh.  Lifting  her 
        leg,  he also pushed it to the side.  When he'd disposed  of  her 
        panty, he quickly raised her other thigh and pushed them apart.
        
             Her  breasts  naked, Debbie lay on the bed  with  her  dress 
        shoved  up  to  her waist and her panty stripped  off,  her  slim 
        thighs  spread wide apart, and her heels clinging to the edge  of 
        the bed.  He paused again and gazed down at her wide open  crotch 
        and stared at her pink lips and glistening pussy.  She looked  up 
        at  him with glazed eyes, her face warm and flushed  and  covered 
        with a eager smile.  The process of him preparing her had  deeply 
        aroused her.
        
             "Are  you gonna put your mouth on my....my pussy  now?"  she 
        asked, her voice small and husky.
        
             "Is that what you want, honey?" he asked.  She nodded and he 
        knelt  between her legs, his hands on the bed.  "You want  me  to 
        eat  you,  right?"  She nodded again.  "What?   I  couldn't  hear 
        you?" he teased.
        
             "Yes!  Yes, I want you to eat me!" she cried.