She'd been sitting next to him on the plane for hours now and she felt like she was going to come apart. That was the trouble with First Class, she thought, those goddam roomy leather seats that would be so perfect for fucking if only everyone else would just keep their noses in their fucking Da Vinci codes while the grown-ups rutted like dirty animals in heat.
She'd been sending her seatmate telepathic messages ever since they sat down, but his antennae didn't seem to be picking up her signals. Didn't he see the line of sweat trickling down between her magnificent tits, her beautiful, luscious, they-don't-make-them-like-this-anymore big-ass tits? She had tried to show him when she removed her cardigan, one slow button at a time, leaning forward awkwardly as if she didn't have enough room, twisting her frame toward him full on, practically falling into his lap as she offered an "excuse me" that she obviously didn't mean.
The one line she wouldn't cross to get his attention was acting like a dumb girl. That was the last thing she was. She'd been a tough, smart hot-blooded woman since her very first period, ignited by the awakening sex that took hold of her like a broom handle shoved up her ass. She was the eighth grader with the biggest rack in school, the kind that gave boys hard-ons they couldn't hide; she wanted to grab every one with both hands and squeeze their iron cocks in a death grip and wring every drop of cum she could extract from their aching balls.
It took no time at all before the animal sex drives of the hot aggressive boys overcame their sweaty humiliation and they advanced on her. Her excited nipples were so big and so constantly hard that they protruded through every bra and sweater she wore, sending out a beacon to all nearby young men in heat. When boys approached her or, just as often, when she approached boys, they would both be flushed like fire hydrants from head to toe, ready to explode from trying to contain themselves while they really wanted to fuck and suck and eat and lick and blow and fuck and suck some more, covering themselves in sweat and cum and stink.
Before too long, their self-restraint gave way and she devoured as many boys as she possibly could. They buried their faces deep into her un-fucking-believable tits, and squeezed them much too hard, pinching her udder-sized nipples much too hard, and still she told them she wanted "more, more, more." The first time a boy inserted his ample cock between her tits she knew the singular joys that only come from depravity. Instinctively, she locked his cock between her smooth mammalian flesh, and pushed and pulled the compressed cheeks of his ass until he released ribbon after ribbon of disgusting sticky mess that she rubbed all over her chest while she fingered herself like a jackhammer.
Oral sex was another revelation beyond anything imaginable. The first boy who asked her to blow him was too young to appreciate what an enormous cock he carried, and he didn't have to ask her twice. She threw him down on her pink bed in her parents and tore off his belt, yanked down his zipper, and dove inside his boxers without even removing them. The size of the cock, its complete rigidity, its beautiful arch, the ugly veins that trailed its prodigious length, the scraggly, wiry hair that engulfed his glorious balls, all of it belonged to her alone to mistreat however she wished. Her imagination did not let her down, as she two-fisted his pole and stuffed it into her open and waiting mouth, never, it almost seemed, to be seen or heard from again.
She sucked him fiercely, pumping like a piston doing 80, slobbering her spit everywhere, scraping with her teeth, making him jump, but not letting up on her vice grip. She took both balls into her mouth, first separately, then together, while she raked his cock with her fingernails, scraping him raw before swallowing all of him and covering him with the soothing juice of her steaming mouth. She did not let him pace himself, she just fiercely attacked him with every weapon at her disposal with no regard for hygiene or safety. She knew she was in for a terrible mess, but she pressed on without relenting in any way, her only concern being to make his sexual stimulation as unbearable as possible. He came with a roar, a stiffening like rigor mortis that drove his entire body through the head of his penis and out the opening, shooting wave after wave of warm disgusting glue into her ready mouth, as she made no effort to withdraw or protect herself, the goo running over her lips and down her neck telling her that she had done it just right.
She fucked a boy – a different boy – for the first time two days later. They'd been to the movies and spent the whole two hours feeling each other up. Her panties were soaked, her bra was stretch in every direction, her lips were puffy and swollen, her tongue ached from overuse, and they were both breathing like sled dogs. She made him cum twice in his pants and her hands were sticky as if she'd gone swimming in it.
As they dove into the car afterward, they just drove around the back of the mall next to the dumpsters and the loading docks and scrambled into the back seat, shedding their pants and shoes and socks on the way. She pushed him back against the door as he tore open her shirt and wrenched off her bra. The windows were coated in thick fog from the radiant heat emanating from their fevered bodies. She drove her tongue into his mouth as he helped himself to handfuls of her tits, as she reached around to find his hard cock, ready for action, which she put to immediate use. She gripped it into position and sat back on to her full, ripe ass as he cantilevered his was into the canal of her pussy, ready to elongate itself to receive him however deeply he was prepared to penetrate her until there was no room left.
