She could feel the wetness from her pussy seeping through her panties and the skin-tight slacks she wore. The seam of the slacks had already edged its way up between the lips of her cunt. It was creating a friction on her clit that made her body scream for release.

She heard the sharp, rasping sound of his zipper and again his hand found hers.

"Ohhh, Bobby…" she panted, knowing what was coming next, and feeling her pussy ooze in anticipation.

"Touch it, Cheri… touch it and squeeze it!"

"Yes, yes!"

Her hand closed over the rigid thickness of his cock. It felt good, fantastic. Her thumb explored the rubbery ridge of his prickhead. It made her pussy tingle and seep all the more. She wanted that cock inside her. She wanted to feel it rip away her cherry and pierce her yet-unviolated pussy.

Bobby's body twisted until his hips were between her thighs, forcing them apart.

His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her damp pussy; he trembled with eager excitement and his cum-bloated balls ached with the need to be emptied.

Then, his caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own lust building even higher.

Cheri wanted him to finger her pussy. The thrill it gave her was a hundred times the thrill her own fingers had ever given her.

His finger came up against her already excited clit and her hips lurched.

"Is that it… right there?" he panted.

"Yes… yeah, right there!" she gasped, feeling her hips lift against the pleasure.

His finger slipped in farther with her movement. The pulpy layers of her soft cunt seemed to fold aside as he joined the first finger with a second and slid them both in a little deeper.