sure was a damn shame to let girls deprive themselves of the joys of hot fucking merely because of some stupid prohibition against spreading their legs for a guy. And so young Randy considered his cherry-picking activities a kind of community service, and most of the chicks whose cherries he had picked seemed to agree with him. Once the local girls learned a few things they really loved to ball. But Lisa was a bit different.

Lisa seemed to know all about fucking already, even though Randy knew for sure that she hadn't done any actual flesh and blood screwing. He had been sizing her up for two years, watching how she reacted to his buddies, watching the little tricks she used to turn the guys on. He had watched her look at guys out of the corner of her eye and make them writhe in their seats at school even with a sidelong glance. And he had seen the devastating effect on his pals when she looked them right in the eye and said something dirty, and said it with the lewd look of a hot-fucking cunt. She had had guys jacking off right and left ever since her wildly exciting body had begun to take on the soft contours of femininity. And what contours they were!

Lisa was tall and slender, not actually busty like Jean Penderson or Billie Withers, the two loosest chicks in school. Randy liked girls with big tits, liked to squeeze those big bulging knockers until the girl went wild inside, liked to suck those sweet breasts until the nipples grew hard and tingled with excitement. But luscious Lisa's tits were not particularly huge like Jean's or Billie's. Lisa tits

were soft-looking and smallish, and yet she was far more seductive and desirable than any of the big-bosomed chicks around town. All the guys were dying to hold those softly swelling tits in their hands, dying to suck those pert little breasts, dying to bite them gently while Lisa mewled softly in the heat of her passion.