Diane blushed as she allowed her hand to travel across his taut, flat belly. She realized just how inexperienced she really was.

Pulling her mouth free of his eager lips, the girl began trailing kisses over his chest as she slowly tasted the flavors of his masculine body. She wrapped her slender fingers around his throbbing prick and held it tightly in her hand as she feasted her tongue on his body.

She placed her head on his hard belly and stared at his rod in her hand. She moved forward, nuzzling it lovingly with the tip of her nose. She blew on it, covering it with the, hot breath of her aroused body. Then she pursed her lips and lowered her mouth until she captured the blood-engorged tip between them.

It was all Ron could do to keep from coming the moment he saw her ripe lips slide down over the aching head of his prick. She was so pretty. Her hair fell to his thighs, teasingly brushing against them when she slowly began lowering her head to take more and more of his cock into her mouth.

Diane could feel his entire body trembling and straining as she slid his meat into her mouth. The salty flavor of his juices seemed to crash against her taste buds and send an even more intense excitement racing through her pussy.

She had never sucked a cock before, but it seemed so natural to taste him before he put it inside her pussy that she began to devour his meat with greedy hunger.

It was at the precise moment that Diane's father, Paul Millard, raged into the room like a huge wounded bear. He grasped the boy and pulled him to his feet. His fist lashed out and knocked the boy into unconsciousness. Then he dragged him from the room.

Diane's father returned. He closed and bolted the door and faced the naked body of his daughter as she cowered on the bed.

"We, we were just playing, Daddy!"

"You call that playing?" the man bellowed. "Taking that boy's filthy cock into your mouth is not playing!"