Renee felt his lips clamp on hers, and thrilled when his wet, liqueous tongue wormed its way into her mouth and began playing around inside. She responded by slashing at this tongue with her own. It was an automatic response.

When his mouth pulled away from hers, she asked, "What's that funny taste in your mouth?"

Larry, elated the girl wasn't shocked by the kiss, held up what was left of his cigarette and said, "It's his, pretty girl. Want to try it?"

"Gee, ma told me tobacco is bad. I should never use it."

"This isn't tobacco," Larry assured her. "You'll like it. Go on and try it."

So Renee let him put the weed between her lips. She didn't know what to do, and waited for Larry, who said, "Suck on it, and when you feel the smoke coming out, swallow it into the pit of your stomach. It's fun, you'll see."

The girl sucked in the smoke and held it in her stomach a long time before it came drifting out of her. By then, it had already started taking effect. She felt Larry smoothing a hand along the shapely swell of her calf, to the back of her knee, lightly caressing her skin all the way. The tingling pressure of his fingers was sensually exciting to the young girl. She became tense, the cords in her thighs tightening as he touched them. Her breath began quickening.

Larry took a final puff from the cigarette, then threw it away, after spitting on it to make sure it was out. Then Renee felt him move his hands along her tender loins again, parting her thighs and massaging the flesh inside. He led her small hand down, to feel his big cock, as he called it. She smiled as her thumb and forefinger gripped the corona. Then her fingers slid down its length until she could feel his balls with her reaching fingertips. The scrotum felt funny with all its wrinkles and its hair. He had a lot of black, bushy hair at the base of his cock, too. Her own pelvis had the faintest hint of black down.