"Are you going to fuck me now?" Amy asked quietly. "I… I mean… can you?"

"Hell yes," Keith laughed. "I just wanted you to suck me so I could blow out my tubes. I wanted to pop your cherry real slow. Sure don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" Amy said, again feeling a shiver of fear. "You'll probably kill me with this thing!"

"Just lie back, baby – you're gonna like this," he said. "Probably as much as I will."

He pushed her back and unbuttoned her blouse, then her bra. As the two upturned tits were revealed, he licked his tongue over the coral-colored nipples for several seconds, squeezing his fingers around her tiny waist.

"Jesus, baby, you've got the sweetest little pair of knockers," he whispered against the soft, yielding flesh. "I'm gonna fuck 'em one of these days, too."

"Ohhhh," Amy murmured, leaning back, feeling the cool metal around the back window against her neck. She was more excited than ever now, hardly able to wait for the feel of his prick inside her. She squirmed to his touch, gently lifting her hips. "Fuck me, Keith," she whispered, closing her eyes. "Oh… God, I want that big cock reaming out my pussy just like it did my throat."

"Don't you worry about that, baby," the boy said. "I'm gonna fuck you a new one. But first, I have to make sure you're ready for it."

He stripped the rest of her clothes off, then sat back on his haunches, simply admiring her body. For a girl so young, she was surprisingly developed, especially her breasts. They were large, melon-like, but, unlike most big tits, they curved upward, almost as if suspended by invisible wires. Maybe it was their size that made her waist seem so small, her hips so rounded, showed off her long, lean legs to best advantage.

"God… you're beautiful," Keith whispered, tearing his eyes away from the firm mounds. He looked down at the blonde pussy, feeling his loins tighten. "All… over," he added, gently probing his finger around the puckered opening.