Chapter 2

Otis rushed to the busty teen waiting for him on the swing set. In the dim light he could see Nichole’s legs spread, wide and inviting, so he went right up next to her. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, and he sighed in pleasure as his hard cock registered the pressure of being trapped between a pair of thick thighs. Otis might have wished for less clothing between him and Nichole, but he wasn’t going to complain about this start. He might have a chance to get the girl out of her shorts later. For now he was content to enjoy the warm welcome he had been given. Nichole seemed almost weightless on the swing, which creaked and squeaked as it moved, probably the first time in years bearing the weight of a rider. Otis grabbed the chains holding Nichole up, and gasped in pleasure as he changed the balance point of their bodies, and the two of them had to make subtle adjustments to maintain stability. The way Nichole had her legs wrapped around him, he felt every little movement powerfully in his cock.

“Do you have some sort of flashlight stuffed in your pocket, or is that all you?” Nichole giggled.

“That’s all me!” Otis said proudly before adding, “That’s not a problem, is it.”

“Not a problem, but damn, you’re really hard! It has been a very long time since you’ve gotten any female attention.”

Otis sighed, “Yeah, it really has.”

“Well, let Nichole and her big mommy milkers take good care of you!” Nichole told her new neighbor.

“How are you going to take care of me?” Otis asked, trying to see how far Nichole might be willing to go. He hoped a long way. She had put second base into play unexpectedly when she had bared one of her breasts to him. He wasn’t sure the teen would be up for actual sex less than an hour after they met, but the way she was squeezing him, third base seemed like an obtainable goal. Otis groaned as the idea of kneeling in front of Nichole and eating her pussy while she sat on the swing popped into his head.

“Am I hurting you by squeezing too tight?” Nichole wanted to know. Otis explained what he had been thinking about, and Nichole responded with, “Ohh, you’re kind of dirty and greedy wanting to do more than just play with the big milk jugs.”

“Just horny,” Otis explained.

“Well maybe I’m the one who wants to get on my knees with you in the swing,”

“To give me a blow job?” Otis asked eagerly.

“You’ll never know if you don’t whip it out.”

Otis considered that this might all be part of some cruel teen prank. Some sort of plan to make him insanely horny, get him naked in the back yard and then turn on a bunch of lights to reveal several of Nichole’s friends watching him. On the other hand, Otis considered that Nichole seemed to move very quickly, maybe she would leave him high and dry, but only if he didn’t move quickly himself. In the end, he decided to take the chance at getting some head and started stripping out of his pants. He tossed them over an unused teeter-totter that was part of the swing set and made an involuntary excited noise when Nichole stood up to let him sit on the swing if he chose.

Otis felt the hard plastic on his bare ass as he sat down, and when he saw Nichole begin to kneel he spread his legs and leaned back to give the slutty teen easy access to his aching dick.

Otis gasped when he felt Nichole’s fingers close around the base of his cock, then sighed as he felt a warm, wet tongue licking his shaft. Almost immediately afterward, he felt the cool night air drying the girl’s spit on his rock hard cock. “You do seem to be badly in need of some head,” Nichole observed before engulfing the tip of his dick in her mouth. The feeling of the girls warm lips sucking on his long neglected cock had him whimpering and making uncontrollable happy noises. “Hmmm, I had better not suck you too much; I think you might pop off in my mouth unexpectedly. That wouldn’t be all bad, but I’m not ready to stop playing yet.”

“Please, more!” Otis gasped.

“Well, just a little bit,” Nichole agreed, and Otis sighed again as the girl took him back into her mouth, but she was moving agonizingly slowly. He thought he was going to die of frustration when a small balance check caused his cock to briefly slide deeper into Nichole’s mouth, then back to a neutral position. Realizing he could do the same thing on purpose, Otis used the swing to get his body rocking and his dick sliding back and forth in the girl’s mouth. He was sighing more and more loudly when suddenly all the wonderful sensations of receiving head stopped, and he saw Nichole standing up and backing away. “I think you were about to pop there; let me sit back on the swing, and wrap my legs around you again.

Otis was disappointed that Nichole hadn’t even taken her shorts off. That was maybe a sign she didn’t want him eating her pussy, but there was still time for her to change her mind. In the meantime, and invitation to get back between the girl’s thighs was too good to pass up. Otis expected it to be even better than before since his cock was exposed and fully hard. Stepping back between the girl’s open thighs, he wasn’t disappointed as he felt skin on skin contact between his dick and the teen’s smooth legs. Then he was pressed up against her shorts. Otis felt a surge of pre-cum as Nichole wrapped her legs back around him, and with his hands on the chains, he swung Nichole back and forth until he felt a few drops of liquid emerge from his cock head. It felt incredibly good, and hinted at the greater pleasures that could be had from continuing his play with the sexy teen slut. However, Otis felt a sudden stab of pain as the rough material of Nichole’s shorts rubbed against the sensitive skin of his cock the wrong way, and he sputtered “Ouch!” without thinking.

Nichole seemed to understand what was happening without Otis needing to explain because she release the tight grip with her legs allowing Otis to step back. He rubbed some of his pre cum across his sore cock like a salve. “Are my shorts pinching your tender dick? Let me slip out of them,” Nichole offered. That was exactly what Otis wanted to hear. As soon as she had tossed her shorts on top of his pants and was back in the swing, Otis stepped forward again. This time when she wrapped her legs around him, his cock naturally lined up with the slit of her pussy.

“Oh yes!” Otis called out. “I can feel the warmth of your kitty!”

“And I can feel you poking me!” It was true, Otis could feel more skin on skin contact as his mushroom shaped tip touched Nichole’s belly while his shaft was nestled between the girl’s plump pussy lips. He felt more pre cum surge, and ground his cock against the silky panties until he felt more of the clear fluid working its way out of his swollen, throbbing cock head. “You didn’t just finish, did you?” Nichole wondered.

“Just a little pre cum,” Otis reassured Nichole. “I don’t want this to end sooner than it has to either.”