Suddenly, before she knew what had happened, Bobby had slipped beneath the seat bar and was on his hands and knees on the floor of the car. Down there, no one could see him.

"Bobby!" Prissy squealed. "Whatcha doin' down there?"

He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, then he lifted the hem of her little white dress, peeled it back up onto her stomach to reveal a delicious pair of little pink panties.

He thumbed the elastic top of the nylon panties and stripped them down Prissy's thighs. He pulled them out from under her ass, took them down her legs, and yanked them off.

"Bobby! What… don't… Bobby!" Prissy protested, but the ride had her swirling with the looping and arching of their car, and when Bobby mashed his face into her fuzzy, exquisite cunt, she nearly fainted from the sheer joy of his wet lips and flapping tongue.

Bobby sucked her pussy as the ride looped up and down.

"Oh, wheeeee, wheeee, wheeewwwww!" Prissy yelled.

Up, around, down, up, around, down, the loop-to-loop swirled, and up, around, down, up around, down, Bobby's tongue twirled. Pretty Prissy looked down and saw his wagging, pink tongue slap into the sandy fuzz-curls surrounding her delicious pussy.

She had never had sex before. She had masturbated a few times, and she had delighted to the sensation when she came. Cunt-lapping was something new – forbidden, dark, bright, thrilling. That Bobby was eating her on the loop ride intensified the simmering slices of satisfaction that were shimmering through Prissy's fabulously fine body.

She felt lightheaded almost faint, but it was a delectable sensation… a sensation of sugar sweet ecstasy she would never forget. She watched Bobby on the floor of the car licking her cunt, her legs spread wide, her round, ass on the edge of the dirty, red leather seat.

"Ooooohhhwhhhoooo, shit!" she bellowed, as the ride sailed in its arc. She squealed in radiant raptures, in pure delight.