All that mattered was the fine sensation ripping through her. She rode one tidal wave of passion after another. The smoothness of her cunt was a brand new experience. As her cunt juice trickled out from between her tightly pursed pussy lips, it lubricated her flesh.
The feel of his bush rubbing across her naked skin was a brand new experience. For a girl of fifteen, she was being pushed to the limits of human pleasure.
And she knew it. There couldn't be anything more pleasurable than the fucking she received from this wonderful man's cock.
When his fingers pressed down across the stubble left by his razor, she shivered as if with cold. But it was a hot flash lancing into her. He had unerringly found the tiny spire of her clit. Giving it a good going over, he nudged her closer and closer to still another climax.
His finger had circled around the base of the delicate nubbin. With a care she hadn't believed possible, he stroked all the way to the tip. Her arousal soared. It was almost impossible for her to catch her breath now. Everything he did to her was bringing her off.
"Like that, don't you?" His hand strayed from her clit and drifted across her pussy mound.
"Oh, yes, yes! And your cock! Keep fucking me! I'm burning up from it!"
"I just bet. I… I can't keep my cum in much longer. A-are you ready for it?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
He continued stroking over her newly cropped bush as he levered his hips back and forth. The angle he was entering her caused a real strain on the base of his cock. She was so Goddamned tight and hot and now the way he was getting into her conspired to rob him of his self-control.
He lunged forward, his hips relentlessly hurling his cock into the yearning cunt. She groaned and he felt her soft, velvety cunt walls squeeze his buried length. That was all it took to pull his cum from his balls.
He shot out gob after white-hot gob of cum into her pussy. It was as if the girl's cunt were milking him. Her muscles tightened, pulled and then relaxed in just the right way. Every single drop of his pearly jism was squeezed from his cock.
Afterwards, his cock shriveling he said, "If I hadn't popped your cherry myself, I'd've thought you were the Goddamnedest, youngest whore around. Never seen a chick who took to fucking as fast as you have."
She smiled sweetly. There was a radiance about her, the glow of a well-fucked woman. She said, "I had a good teacher."
Fawn was content to lie there on Jack's living room floor for a while. Somewhere along the way, the booze had burned itself out of her system. She was sober enough to know what he'd done to her.
Her hand rubbed over her cunt. She shuddered in reaction. Her pussy mound looked so bare now. Fawn simply didn't understand why her beloved Jack had done such a thing to her.
"Why did you have to shave it off? I thought you loved the way my bush got all wet and juicy when we fucked?"
Jack swallowed the dregs of his bourbon and unsteadily headed for the bottle.
"I had my reasons, Fawn. You'll find out what they are real soon now. Would you like to go on into the bedroom?"
Fawn smiled. At last! She'd get to fuck him on his bed. Most chicks complained that was the only place their guy ever screwed them. She didn't know whether she was lucky or not that she turned him on so much they never got past the living room floor.
"Sure, if you'll keep me company." She idly rubbed over her bare pussy mound since that seemed to excite him as much as anything she could do.
"In a few minutes," he said looking at the clock. "In a few minutes."
She hurried off to the bedroom to await him and his cock.
CHAPTER SIX
Fawn raced to the bed and jumped on it like a small kid. She let the springs bounce her around, then flopped onto her back. She lifted her legs, feet planted firmly on the softly yielding surface to see what it would be like.
She decided she liked it. The bed was ever so much softer than the floor, even with the carpet.
Rocking back and forth, she found to her delight that she could probably get one hell of a good fucking just from the bed's spring action. She let out a low moan of anticipation and snuggled down into the bedspread.
She was delighted to find it was made of fake fur. The softness of it caressed her back and ass. She wiggled a few times more to make a nice little depression in the bed. Fawn decided this was a damn sight better for making love than any old floor!
Jack came staggering in, bottle clutched in his hand. His face was a grim mask.
"What's the matter, Jack? Is anything wrong? I haven't disappointed you, have I?"
"No, nothing like that, kid. You're dynamite in the sack. For a fifteen-year-old, you can't be beat."
The words cut her. She didn't want to be as good as any fifteen-year-old. She wanted to be the best ever. Nothing less would do.