Billy only laughed at her, kissing her passionately again. Janice realized she was naked, her bikini having been slipped off. Billy rocked to one side, making just enough room between them to strip her, then roll back on top of her.

"Pussy… nice hot pussy," Billy said, his fingers working teasingly, maddeningly over her pussy cunt lips. He was milking the lips, working their rubbery, bloated edges together. Cream started dripping from between them, wetting his fingers. She was bucking frantically against his wonderful hand. Oh, how could she keep her mind?

"Pussy… pussy!!" He gasped as he spread her legs apart.

Lust had taken complete control of Janice now. She flowed with the feeling that surrounded her like scenes from a half-remembered dream.

"Fuck… gonna fuck you good, Janice."

"Fuck," Billy babbled.

Janice smoothed her fingertips over Billy's broad shoulders. Her fingers trailed down his back. She closed her eyes, drinking in every sensation she could. She felt a wave of happy surrender lift her from the bed. Her hips rolled against Billy's crotch while she moved her greasy cuntal cleft back and forth over the stud's dick.

"Shit, you keep doin' that and I'm gonna shoot," Billy warned.

Janice couldn't help herself. She tried to stop moving her body, tried to keep her ass from wriggling all over the bed and bunching up. But the throbbing beat in her cunt was too much to stand. Her cuntal walls spasmed, buckling from the rising sexual heat. Searing throbs of pleasure passed through her pussy.

"Just relax… relax and nothin's gonna hurt you," Billy said.

Janice wanted to believe him. But the voices of her mother and aunt echoed in her brain. She nodded, tears starting to seep from her eyes. She turned her face away, embarrassed by her own futile fears. It was something every woman had to go through. There would be pain. But after that all the pleasures in the world waited for her.