"Yeah, you're damned beautiful, chick," Billy said, smacking his lips hungrily while his eyes traveled once more over her body.

Janice didn't have to be told about her looks and body. She knew her tits were high and firm, almost too large for her tall, thin body. She noticed the eyes of the bays at school, and even same of her teachers who stared at her bouncing tits as she walked down the corridors, rushing to her next class. The girl knew they wanted her humping against them, begging for more cock. Janice and her attractive girlfriends used to giggle about how they could tease the men at school, then back away, giving them wide-eyed stares of innocence. The teasing, even though Janice knew it was wrong, excited her so much she nearly came in her panties several times while doing it.

"Nice body, nice tits, nice everything," Billy continued, curling his fingers around the elastic waistband of his swim trunks and pushing them down.

Janice saw the first black curls of his cock hairs come into view.

They matched the color of his straight black hair that hung rakishly over one eye. She licked her lips. Would she be good enough for him? Would she perform well? And, even more important, would there be that terrible pain her mother and aunt told her went along with the first fucking? That more than anything worried her as she watched him peel his swim trunks down his tanned flesh.

"Oh!"

His eight-inch cock sprang free just as his trunks slipped below his kneecaps. Janice scooted back on the bed, her forehead wrinkled with fear while her nostrils flared. She somehow knew this handsome young stud would have a heavy piece of fucking equipment like that. His cock reminded her of an arrow, a long, thick, arrow meant for her pussy, meant to split her in two. She studied the purplish, satiny flesh at the end, at the droplets oozing from the long slit. He was wet, wet just like her! Her eyes dropping a bit, Janice saw his balls pressing against the thick base of his dick.