He pulled her skirt up around her waist. He had her pinned to the wall of the barn, in the corner of an empty stall. He moved in on her. His cock was in his hand. He manipulated his huge hard-on, pushing his cock-head against Prissy's pussy.

"I'm gonna fuck you!" he whispered.

"Don't you date, Bobby! Take that big thing away from me!"

But he had wedged his big cock into her pussy, his cock-head slipping right in between her pussy-lips.

"Ooooof, ohhh, stop that!" She panted, looking gorgeous leaning against the wall, her dress up. Bobby pushed into her, his cock like a lead pipe between them. She had her feet flat on the floor, her legs set apart.

Bobby's knees were bent, his ass humping slowly. He was tenderly pushing the tip of his prick at her cunt, slipping, wedging his cockhead into her pussy.

Prissy was overwhelmed with emotion and erotic desire. She felt faint. The sight of Bobby's huge prick lodged in her pussy, the feel of his burning cock-head between her cunt-lips, was too much for the darling lovely to stand.

She trembled, shook and shuddered. Bobby fucked her slowly, still giving her just the tip of his prick-head, rubbing, friction-fucking. The sensation to Prissy was so sensational, so miraculous, she began to climax violently. Her body quaked.

Bobby picked up speed, but didn't push into the sweet girl's cunt any farther. He didn't want to hurt her or frighten her. He just wanted to thrill her.

Prissy felt the rumble and ripple of that ecstatic satisfaction simmer through her. She loved the glorious moment of orgasm. She huffed, puffed, then began sliding down the side of the barn, weak, still shuddering. Her face was wrinkled in pleasure, her eyes closed.