Pete's shirt was off then, and Judith trembled all over as she looked at the smooth, clean chest, the tangled black hair against the tanned skin. She wanted to touch, wanted to run to him and throw herself at him, wanted to run her fingers through the hair on his chest, wanted to press her face against his broad chest and rub her cheeks there. She wanted it so badly that she had to remind herself that all it would take was one sound to alert her mother to the fact that she was spying, and then she would be screaming in pain as her mother laced her bare ass and legs with a long, stinging switch.

Pete's smile widened as he opened the top of his slacks, expensive-looking slacks, Judith thought, then she forgot all about clothing as he pushed the pants down and she saw the big bulge in the black briefs he wore. As he pushed the slacks down, Judith held her breath, waiting for her first sight of a cock. Judith's body felt weak, so weak that she was afraid she was going to faint, but she determined not to let that happen until she saw that cock. After that, she didn't care what happened, whether or not her mother beat her with a switch or even killed her. She was going to see a man's cock. Something in her mind told her it was going to be great. Something churning inside her cunt told her it was going to be greater still.

With a little chuckle, Pete jerked his briefs down so that his cock seemed to leap out and fill the spacious room. Judith had expected that it would hang down, like a dog's, but instead it stood up strongly. The skin was drawn back so that a big, reddish purple head stood out. Everything about his dick was so big, so strong-looking. Her mother had spoken about his cock being rammed into her cunt, but Judith was positive that no cunt could take such a thing. It would break a woman in two, she told herself, it would tear up everything inside her belly.