Dorothy reached for his belt buckle. Tom watched her fingers open it, unbutton his jeans, and pull the zipper down. He was so astounded he couldn't breathe. No girl had ever done anything like this to him in his life. Hell, he had practically never even kissed a girl.
Dorothy untucked his shirt, smiling up at him through her bangs. She had full, wide lips and bright, white teeth. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Her fingers, with the long, red nails, yanked down his Fruit-of-the-Looms. She gasped and giggled when his erect penis popped out in her face. Her cheeks flushed red.
"You have a nice one," she said.
He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what she was going to do, either. She had asked if he wanted to put his dick in her mouth, but he didn't know what that meant. The idea had never occurred to him before. She put her hand around his pole. She was biting her lower lip. He wasn't sure if he should let her go any further, but her hand sure felt good around his dick.
Before he could decide what to do, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip. He gasped. It felt so wet and so strange, and so good. She stuck her tongue out again. The pointed tip flicked over the end of his dick like a snake's tongue. Her right hand was circled around the base of his shaft. Her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently.
He was terribly frightened. What if he moved and she would tore them off? She was rolling them in her fingers like marbles. He groaned. Didn't she know how delicate they were, for God's sake?
He was just about to say something when she opened her jaw wide and inserted the head of his penis. His words caught in his throat when her lips closed around it and the head glided deep into her mouth over her warm, wet tongue.
She sucked in her cheeks and moved her head back and forth. Her lips made wet smacking sounds. He put one hand on the edge of the sink and one on the opposite wall to hold himself up. All the air he had been holding in came out in one long, deep moan. If he had known girls could do things that felt this good, he would have given Clara Brooks more than just a kiss last year when she came over with her parents for that Memorial Day barbecue. He would have taken her up to his room and put his dick in her mouth.
Dorothy swirled her tongue around the head and slid it deep into her mouth again. She bobbed her head on the shaft, pulled back and licked the head.
"You can cum in my mouth, if you want," she said, looking up at him.
"What?"
"I said you can cum in my mouth." She watched his face and smiled. "You're so cute." She put his cock back in her mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh my God," he said and groaned.
She was moving her head rapidly back and forth. Something was happening inside him. His mouth fell open and he sucked in his breath. It felt like something was going to burst inside him. He cried out, and was ejaculating in her mouth. With each spurt he grunted. She sucked up every drop. When he finished, she let his penis fall from between her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"What happened?" he said.
"I made you cum," she said.
When she smiled she had pearly, white cum on her perfect teeth. She swallowed and licked them clean. Tom stepped back. His penis bobbed in front of him. She stood up and lifted her right leg out of her panties, leaving the small, damp bit of pink fabric around her left ankle. Her skirt slipped down over her hips, concealing her private parts.
He looked into her eyes, suddenly feeling very bold. He moved on her, put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her. She squealed. His tongue snaked into her mouth and his hands closed on her large, soft tits. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. She started to pull his t-shirt up.
"Let go," she said, pulling his hands away.
Reluctantly, he removed his hands from her boobs and she pulled his shirt off. She giggled at his messed up hair and ran her fingers through it to comb it out.
"I think I like you, Tommy," she said, biting her lower lip.
He grinned. "I think I like you, too, Dorothy."
She untucked her blouse from her skirt and began to unbutton it, one button at a time. His wide eyes followed her fingers down to the last button. She opened her blouse and his eyes grew wider. She was breathing hard and her boobs were swollen inside the tight restraint. Tom was breathing as hard as her, and he trembled all over.
With a shrug the delicate blouse fell from her shoulders. She hung it on the door handle. She reached around behind her back, unclasped her bra, and lifted it away from her breasts.
"Wow," he whispered.
She giggled and arched her back as if to offer them to him.
"Ok. You can touch them again," she said.
His trembling hands came up and touched them gently, like they were fine china globes that would break if he handled them too roughly. He squeezed. They were soft and fleshy and resilient, and they didn't break.
Dorothy closed her hand around his erection. He leaned forward and licked her nipples. She moaned. Her skin broke out in goose bumps. He switched to the other nipple, which was a hard, erect point, while the first was soft and supple from the work of his tongue. The cool air evaporated the saliva on her skin and turned the first nipple to an erect point again.
She slowly pulled down the zipper of her skirt. It made a soft swish as it slipped off her hips to the floor. Tom stood back and looked at her.
"Wow. I never saw a girl naked before," he said.
"You're kidding."
He shook his head. She took his hands and placed them on her waist just above the curve of her hips.
"I want you to take me, Tom. Help me up on the counter."
He lifted her and set her bare ass on the edge of the narrow sink counter. She spread her legs, pulled Tom between them, and wrapped them around him. She put her hand around his cock and aimed it at her slit.
"You've really never done this before?" she said, running her hands up his sides. He shook his head and his eyes turned down. "I'm glad. I'm glad to be your first."
She touched the head of his cock to her wet, pink opening. Instinctively, he pushed his hips forward and sunk his cock into her warm, wet hole. They moaned at the same time. She dug her heels into his ass to pull him deep inside her and leaned back against the small mirror. His hips worked slowly back and forth.
"Oh yes ... oh yes," Dorothy moaned.
His gentle pumping matched the steady rocking of the train. She ran her hands down his back to his ass. He grunted, forcing his penis into her hard, and she groaned.
"Do it faster, Tom," she said in a whisper. He pumped his hips harder. "Yes. Just like that." She turned his head and kissed him passionately.
Her pelvis jerked up and down. He felt it again, that strange, intense sensation that built up inside him. It felt incredibly good. He still wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he wasn't going to stop it.
"Please. Cum inside me, Tommy. Cum inside me," Dorothy said, and gasped.
He was grunting and pounding hard. Even though he wasn't sure what she meant, he could feel it coming, getting bigger and bigger, until it suddenly exploded. She screamed. To him it felt like he was draining the fluids from his body, one pulse at a time. His hips stopped moving. He was out of breath and sweating. Dorothy looked the same.
"Thank you, Tommy. You made me cum," she said.
"I did? How'd I do that?"
"I don't know," she said and laughed.
"What do we do now?"
She wiped her forehead. "I think we'd better get back to our seats. If we get caught, Mrs. Vanderpoole will tell our parents what we've done. My Mom would kill me." She let her legs fall limp to his sides.
Tom pulled his penis from her vagina. A stream of white cum followed. He stared at the stuff draining from her pussy.
"Is that my sperm?"
"Yeah," she said, holding her knees spread wide. The creamy white liquid ran down the crack of her ass.
