He quit sucking on her flesh and drew his head back. Her eyes had closed in passion and her face was lust-bloated. He watched her lick her full lips with the tip of her pink tongue. His wife never got this turned on. His wife enjoyed a good fuck but it was never something earth-shattering. He had never been able to make his wife respond like this. He put his mouth back on her tit.

"MMMMMM," she moaned. "Mama was right. She always said to get a city man to suck on your tits. She always said a city man knew what to do."

He wondered why this tender young girl's mother was telling her about city men. There was something really strange about her experience. It wasn't the type of experience a young girl was supposed to have.

And her mother seemed to okay it. Alan quit wondering as he began to suck harder on her tit. All he cared about was the sweet taste of her flesh in his mouth. He moved his lips from her tit and made a wet frail down her belly.

"Oh, Jesus," she said. "That's nice. Let me take my shorts off."

"Yeah," he said, and he was surprised at his own impatience to see this young girl's cunt.

She wiggled her tight shorts over her pretty ass and down her long legs. She kicked out of them. He already could see her thick pussy hairs through the material of her thin panties. She quickly peeled them down for him.

"You're beautiful," he said. "Your pussy hair's almost the same color as the hair on your head…"

He stared in awe at her bright red bush and wondered how such a young girl could have so much pussy hair.

"Do you like my pussy," she said.

"Oh fuck yes," he said. His cock protested at the tight confinement of his trousers, but he still wasn't brave enough to take his meaty prick out. He was still a little afraid that the young girl was going to start screaming and some farmer would come out of the bushes with a shotgun.