Lisa gasped when she felt Randy's hand on her naked thigh. Randy felt her body tremble when he eased her skirt off and helped her wriggle out of it. His eyes feasted on her nakedness. She hadn't worn any panties, a fact that amazed him, a fact that reinforced his belief that she was after him as much as he was after her, after him in spite of her reputation as an unlickable tease. And still he felt that there was something more to her eagerness to fuck than simple sexual desire, and that something was in some way connected with his sister.

Randy leaned back on his knees and took off his shirt. Lisa's hands roved over his muscular chest and stomach as if she had never felt a man before. Her hands stimulated him beyond belief. He fell on

her in a moment, covering her with his heavily muscled body, feeling her tits crushed up against his smooth chest, feeling her breath moist and warm against his cheek. His cock rubbed against her satiny smooth thigh, spreading his man-cream over her dark and dusky skin.

He began kissing Lisa's soft belly, kissing farther and farther in a line from her tits to her dark nest of cuntal hair. She lay back softly, her eyes closed in ecstasy as he nibbled gently at her little navel. He curled his tongue in the hair that rested in a fluffy cloud between her widespread legs. He rubbed his cheek against the bush between her legs until she began to whimper softly. The warmth of her cunt radiated from the juncture of her thighs, saturating Randy's head with her feminine lust. He had to taste the cunt that so many of his buddies had tried in vain to capture.

Lisa cried out when Randy grasped her legs and held her up so that her teenage cunt was lewdly exposed to him, open to his eager manipulations with finger and tongue.

"Spread your legs, baby," Randy said breathlessly. "I gotta taste your cunt! I gotta have it, Lisa!"

The tall girl obeyed instantly, spread her legs so wide that her fuzzy pussy opened and exposed the crimson flesh of her inner cunt.