"Fuck me, Jimmy," she whispered, her eyes glazed with anticipation of what was to come.

"Let me lick you for a little first," Jimmy said, resisting her effort to pull him down on her body.

Although Debby liked the torture of waiting, she felt a sense of urgency that made her pussy throb like it was on fire. He might be the best when it came to eating cunt, but there was nothing like a firm, rubbery cock to relieve that horrible itch.

"Hurry," she panted, dropping her arms to her sides. "Please, just hurry, OK?"

Jimmy had no intention of hurrying at all. Every second with her was wonderful. He just wished they could be together like this all the time.

Jimmy sat back on his haunches and again let his gaze wander over the firm, teen-aged body. There wasn't an imperfection anywhere, almost as if she had been carved out of peach colored marble. Her hair was so blonde as to be almost white, catching the amber glow in the room, and the silky strands framed her oval, sensitive face. Her lips, pink and creamy, were full and delicately curved.

The rest of her, however, was what interested him the most. He'd never seen tits like hers before. They were full and ripened, and even when she lay on her back they stood up, as if the bud-like nipples were hanging by invisible wires. The fullness of her tits gave way to a waspish waist, then rounded hips. Her legs were long and shapely, firm as a swimmer's. Even her feet were pretty – well-shaped and soft, the nails painted a pale pink, like the color on her mouth.

Jimmy touched the tops of her thighs and slowly lowered his face to the steamy patch of cunt hair. Even before he touched her swollen pussy with the tip of his tongue he could smell the perfumed steam that billowed from inside her cunt. The smell made his throat twitch with hunger.

If there was any complaint Debby might have about Jimmy, it was the fact that he was so slow sometimes. And perhaps the way he touched her, as if she were made of glass.