Renee trembled. She felt his thumb and forefinger working on her small nipple. She had to admit she liked it, and a new, different kind of heat began filling her young, nubile body. She automatically raised one small, girlish thigh up over his body, her arm encircling his neck, and she felt her back being pressed against a bush as Larry rubbed the length of his fleshy hosepipe between her aching thighs. Maybe his cock did belong in her tight vagina, after all. Even if it took a little stretching, Renee was willing to bet it would be worth it. She could feel the heavy roundness of his balls rubbing into her creaming little crack, and the girl gasped, clinging tightly to Larry Hunter, one small hand running trippingly down the small of his back as she kissed him again and again, eager and anxious to experience what he had referred to as fucking.

"Oh gosh!" she gasped, when his mouth came away from hers. "I feel so funny inside, really. I feel like I want all kinds of good things to happen to me. Make them happen, Larry. Please!"

"Sure will," Larry said, smiling at her. "I'll be glad to."

"You're really a nice man, Larry Hunter," she practically moaned. She meant she liked what he was making her feel.

"Are you sure this is supposed to go into my vagina?" she asked, reaching down between her thighs and fingering his cock.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Larry nodded.

"I'll put it into position," she said, lying on her back and pulling him on top of her. "But you'll have to push it in."

"Sure thing," Larry Hunter was breathing too hard to answer.

Renee gripped the swollen, onion-headed penis and pressed it between the sopping lips of her small, fuzz-covered cunt. She took a deep breath feeling a sudden new tingle, then said, "Okay, whenever you're ready."

The man cocked his hips back and slowly began pushing his cock into her furry opening.