Then her hand moved across and cupped the bulging swell of his prick. Frank gasped, his whole body vibrating. She gently squeezed his balls, then traced her fingers up the outline of his elongated cockshaft.

"Ooooh – your prick is so big and hard Daddy – and your balls are so full," she whimpered.

She drew her hand down his cockstalk. The contours of his swollen cockhead swelled in his fly and a damp patch spread out as his piss hole began to weep.

"Can I take it out, Daddy?" she whispered.

Did Frank try to shake his head in the negative? He willed his neck muscles to do so – but he nodded, instead. I'll let her touch me, his tortured mind decided. Just her hands – no more. That isn't really so wicked.

He stared down through slitted eyes, watching the lithesome teenager fumble with the zipper of his fly. She drew the clasp down an inch or two, then drew it back up. The zipper rasped. Frank's breathing rasped, as well. Teasingly, she pulled the zipper lower. Tauntingly, she pulled it up again. His cock was rampaging wildly in his pants, raging to be free. Debby glanced up at him from the tops of her blue eyes, impishly gazing through lowered lashes.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not a cock-teaser."

Then she pulled the zipper all the way down. Frank was wearing white cotton briefs. His prick was trapped in them. It shot from his open fly, shrouded in the white material, dragging the elastic waistband out from his flat belly. Debby gazed at his groin for a moment, fascinated. She opened the belt and unfastened the top of his pants. His fly fell open in a wide wedge. Encased in the white cotton, the outline of his cock and balls was fully displayed. Debby's face was close, and he felt her breath drift over his thundering cockmeat. Where the head of his cock bulged in his shorts, a slimy patch spread out. Debby cupped his balls in her upturned palm, lifting them as if judging the weight of his cum-load.