"Mmmmmm…"

"You like it, don't you? See? I told you you would!"

"Mark, we mustn't… no… yes… it does feel good… like when I…"

"Like when you feel it yourself?" he leered.

"Yes," she whispered, ashamed. "Don't tell me you don't do it too."

He laughed. "You mean, do I play with my cunt too?"

"Don't be so lame. You know what I mean. When you masturbate. I bet you do it all the time."

"I do! And since you've come to spend the summer here with us I jack off thinking of you. What your tits look like. Your cunt… Jesus, you look great in a bikini. I see the guys at the beach watching you, but you never seem to notice them."

She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. She parted the folds of his shorts and saw his dick firmly outlined underneath his white briefs. She felt a sudden tingling sensation in her cunt. It started to build and build. Suddenly the room started to spin and she felt the blood rushing to her head. Before she knew what was happening he had pulled down her panties and was starting to undo her halter top, his fingers fumbling with the strings in the back.

But her voice had lost what little resistance it had held only moments before. She wanted the new sensation pounding within her to continue, to intensify. Her cunt ached for the feeling only her fingers had given it. She wanted to know the feeling of a boy's cock inside her. It was time! There wasn't any point denying herself the pleasure any longer.

It was because her mother had always told her boys were bad, never to trust them. All they wanted to do was get into your pants. But if that was the case, then so be it! At least she would enjoy herself and nor remain bitter like her mother bad after her divorce.

The halter top slipped off and seemed to melt like warm ice cream down her chest, revealing her tits to the excited young boy. He took one in each hand and felt their round fullness. The nipples were very red and very erect, like two red eyes.