Quickly Trisha zipped her pants, stood up and left the closet, moving quietly so her parents wouldn't suspect they'd been watched. She shut the door and raced up the stairs, unable to think of anything but the throbbing heat deep inside her tight teenage pussy. On her way past her brother Ralph's room Trisha noticed that his light was on, and she felt a strange urge to go in there and brazenly pull down his pajamas, to see if her older brother had a cock as big and beautiful as her father's was.

But the urge was still beyond her, and she put it out of her mind. Trisha entered her bedroom, looked the door and frantically pulled off her clothes. When she was naked she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror, and the sight of her luscious body made her flush with pride. In many ways she was even better stacked than her mother was. Her frame, with her long tapering legs and delicate structure, was lithe and girlish, fitting her extreme youth. But her tits were very large and full, and her ass was nice and round, and the hair on her cunt was as rich and dark as the long raven tresses framing her face.

She was beautiful. In the high school yearbook she'd even been compared with Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe. Trisha smiled innocently at the reflection of her nakedness, happy to know that she really was one of the prettiest girls in her high school. Pretty soon, when she started fucking, she would have no trouble at all finding willing boys.

But that didn't matter now. The image of her dad's hard-on danced before her mind's eye, the bulbous knob purple and swollen as it shot gushers of jism all over her mother's hand. All Trisha cared about was getting off.

Trisha lay on her bed. She planted her little ass into the mattress, arched her back and spread her shapely legs as far apart as they could go. If anyone had entered the room, the first thing he would have seen was the spread beaver shot of her dripping young cunt, hairy and pink and exquisitely tight.