He knew it was ridiculous to be jogging through the park in the pitch dark, but he had to get out of the house.
As he listened to the gentle plop of his footfalls on the path, he was suddenly startled to hear another sound. It was a long, drawn out moan of agony.
He stopped and bent to look through the trees at the side of the path, and through the leaves, in the moonlit clearing, he saw a young woman lying gloriously naked, her ripe, round teenage tits heaving and swelling as she lay on her back with her legs spread.
A young boy had his face buried in the wet pink flesh of her dripping pussy.
She was pumping her aching, glistening pussy down hard against the boy's eagerly sucking lips, tugging at his hair and bouncing her firm young ass far off the ground.
"Oh, Larry, Larry, give me cock! Stuff me with long hot cock!" she cried as she ground her lovely red-hot and runny slit into his licking tongue and lapping lips.
The boy could not refuse the invitation, and he pulled his leaking lips from her writhing wet twat slot and stretched his lean, naked body over hers.
And as he positioned himself between her wide-spread, long and lovely legs, she encircled his quivering, massive member in her slender fingers and massaged the throbbing, straining shaft until a drop of pre-come appeared in the searing slit of prick head.
She moved her palm over the pounding knob of his cock head and spread the cream over the top of his cock as she whispered, "Fuck me lover . . . ! "
Larry gasped as he realized that the luscious girl was Janie his daughter's best friend!
CHAPTER ONE
Maury Fritz owned the Red Rooster shoe store in Worthington, Ohio.
He sold tennis shoes, track shoes, kid shoes, men's shoes and women's shoes.
The hot shoe this season was the track shoe.
It was fall, and the kids were going back to school and it seemed like every girl and every boy was buying track shoes for their back-to-school wardrobe.
And it wasn't just the high school crowd that was buying them; it was the also the husbands and housewives of the community too.
They had taken up jogging en masse.
On a Sunday morning, there were more middle-aged jowled and pot-bellied joggers than there were pigeons.
Maury didn't know what to make of the trend.
He would shake his head and wonder why everybody was in such a hurry to go through life that they felt obliged to go through it in track shoes.
One company had even come out with baby shoes that were styled like track shoes, and they were selling like hot cakes.
Kids who could barely crawl were wearing the shoes with the streamlined racing stripes down the side.
Maury shook his head.
It was a slow Monday morning and he was alone in the shop until Mrs. Jergens came in at noon.
He stole a glance toward the door and saw that no one was in sight, so he walked toward the full-length mirror on the wall in between to racks of shoes.
As he walked toward the mirror, he looked at his feet.
It was an instinctive sort of thing; whenever people walked toward a mirror in his store, they looked at their feet.
And then usually, they would look up to steal a glance at their face.
Maury wondered why people invariably had to look at their faces when they were before a mirror.
It couldn't be to see if the shoes that they were buying went well with their faces.
As Maury approached the mirror, he couldn't take his eyes off his feet.
He had intended to look at himself in the mirror, but he was now not sure that he had the courage.
He didn't want to see what he was sure he would see.
A middle-aged man with streaks of gray in his hair.
He didn't want to see that.
How could have he become suddenly a middle-aged man?
He had always thought of himself as a kid.
Even when he had gotten married to Kay and they had moved to Worthington when the opportunity to buy the shoe store came along he had felt that he was just a kid playing house and then a kid playing at owning a business.
And then when they had their daughter, Randi, he had felt as if he was simply playing at being a father.
He never was aware of feeling any older.
But now he had a daughter who was sixteen, and he was becoming the father of a "young woman," and it stood to reason that if he was the father of a young woman, than he couldn't really be all that young himself, could he?
He was nearing forty, and it was panicking him.
He clenched his teeth as he had seen Clint Eastwood do when he was standing ready to draw against a wicked hombre.
And with Clint Eastwood's icy stare, he looked up quickly at the wicked hombre who faced him in the glass.
His heart gave a lurch and his breath caught in his throat. He was prepared for the worst.
It wasn't that bad.
There stood a dark and rather ruggedly handsome man of average height with just a flattering tinge of gray at his temples; he was still healthy looking, although there was just the slightest sag around his belly.
He inhaled and the sag disappeared.
Exercise, he thought. I have to get exercise.
He looked over at his rack of track shoes.
He had spurned the idea of owning a pair of the shoes himself, but what the hell, maybe it was time that he joined the race the race against time, the race against aging...
He sat down and tried on his size in a bright blue shoe that was currently the biggest seller.
They fit perfectly.
He stood up.
They felt light on his feet.
God, he thought, they feel as good as I've been telling everybody they do.
He walked to the mirror and looked down at his feet.
He had the feet of a high school track star.
He looked quickly up the length of his body, allowing his eyes to gloss over the paunch that bulged under his belt, and he looked himself in the eye.
He didn't need to give the man in the mirror his Clint Eastwood steely-eyed glare.
The man in the mirror was no menace to him.
The man in the mirror was a friend of his.
Once he had started a running routine, that man would be as good new.
He started jogging in front of the mirror, huffing and puffing with conviction.
He felt like he was running on air.
Hell, he wasn't in bad condition!
He felt so good that he started laughing, and he continued jogging, running up and down the two aisles of chairs in the small store and his jogging became kind of a dance, a laughing dance.
Hell, he thought, life begins at thirty-nine!
He had a good business, a loving wife, a daughter that was the envy of all his friends and neighbors.
And he now had new track shoes and a new lease on life!
He was doing his little dance, running toward the back of the store when he heard the bell attached to the door let out it's dinging ring.
He turned sharply, a flush coming to his face.
Mrs. Sloan.
She smiled and laughed.
"You're just like a wind-up display for those things!" she said. "Do they really make you feel like doing a jig in the middle of the store?"
Mrs. Sloan was eighty-two years old and came in every Monday to look at shoes.
Twice every year, she bought a pair.
Which meant that, barring ill health and holidays, she came in fifty times every year and didn't buy a thing.
Maury didn't mind though; Mondays were always very slow and he appreciated the visit almost as much as she did.
"Good morning Mrs. Sloan," he said, trying to regain a proper salesman-like pose.
"These shoes are really marvelous, really wonderful. It's like walking on air.
"Can I get you a pair to try on?" he joked.
Mrs. Sloan shuffled to a chair and collapsed with a gasp, and as soon as she had adequate air in her withered lungs she began to chortle merrily.
"No, no," she said, "If I can believe Reverend James, I'll be walking on air soon enough. And playing a harp!"
She laughed until she began to gasp again.
"Ooooo, land sakes," she sighed, "I hope they don't give me a harp when I get there. With the arthritis in my hands I'll never be able to make sweet music.
"But I'll worry about that when it happens..."
Her eyes were fixed on Maury's feet.
"Mrs. Sloan, if I dare to say it... You seem to be very attracted to these shoes."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You know, Maury, they really do have spunk! They look so colorful!"
She looked up with a wizened, wicked look of conspiracy.
"What say you let me try on a pair?" She held up her finger in admonition. "But if you tell anybody and you make jokes at my expense believe me, Maury, when I die and they give me that harp I'm going to hang around right outside your window and serenade you every night!"
Maury laughed and went to get a pair of the shoes in her size.
She tried them on, and he asked her how she liked them.
She got up and walked around.
She looked at him with such sheepishness that he knew immediately what was on her mind.
"My goodness, Mrs. Sloan! I can't believe it! You want them!"
Mrs. Sloan gave out with a gasping little girl giggle and waved at him to be quiet as she looked toward the door to make sure that no one was watching her.
"Oh, hush Maury, you hush!"
She looked down at the shoes on her feet and she smiled; she walked a few steps down the aisle, bouncing on the shoes as if they were anti-gravity shoes.
She looked up at Maury and she was afraid to say anything.
"Emma, I'll sell them to you if you want them. Really. I'll even give them to you in a plain brown box."
"Well... You know... I could just wear them around the house... Honestly, are they that different from slippers? No! And what is so wrong with walking on air? Hell, I'm entitled to buy a little bit of heaven in advance, aren't I?"
Maury nodded solemnly.
And Mrs. Sloan, walking out of the door and trying to conceal the box under her arm, had suddenly broke tradition.
This was the third pair of shoes she had bought in a year!
Maury felt sure that it was a sign; a sign that today was the day for new beginnings...
That evening he amazed Kay and Randi by putting on his new track shoes and heading out to the park.
"Honey, it's already dark!" Kay warned, "You'll trip and you'll kill yourself."
"I'll be fine! I'm sure I won't trip."
"Why can't you do it when everyone else does it?" asked Kay.
"Yeah, Dad," Randi joined in, "No one jogs in the dark. Why can't you do it in the morning before work?"
"I'll tell you why, Randi," Kay said, with a knowing look at Maury. "Your father has always been like this. Whenever he gets something new or he is going through some new phase, he goes a little crazy, and tomorrow isn't soon enough. His mother had even told me that when he was a kid he actually could never wait to try out his new toys and she said that he has never changed. I have to agree."
She was looking at Maury, very amused, and he was rather hurt that she thought his new found interest in fitness was merely a joke.
His resentment gave him energy and he dashed out of the house, and Randi and Kay were really quite impressed with the way he sailed all the way down the street, turning out of sight a full three blocks down.
"The Flash!" Randi said, and began to giggle. Kay couldn't help joining her.
As soon as he knew he was out of sight from Kay and Randi, Maury began to walk again. His sides hurt and he had pulled a muscle in his leg.
His mind was clouded with rage at his own unfitness, and he wasn't thinking much of anything as he walked into the park.
He wasn't good for any more running, in fact he was walking with a distinct limp, but he couldn't go home yet and he needed the meditative quiet that the park offered anyway.
He was farther inside the park than he realized when he hurt a sharp moaning that froze him on the thin, darkened footpath where he walked.
It was a girl's voice.
He thought it sounded like she might be in trouble.
He crept quietly to the side of the path and bent down and peeked through the branches of the trees.
There was a girl, and she was in trouble alright but it was trouble that she had gotten herself into.
And it was trouble that she was enjoying the hell out of.
She was a slight girl, perhaps five foot two, and she had long and thick blonde hair that was tumbling over her naked breasts.
She was wearing tight jeans that had been unbuttoned at the top, and her lips were being ardently kissed by a boy with longish black hair; he was rather tall and skinny and Maury couldn't see much of his face because he was nuzzling into the girl's neck.
The boy's shirt was unbuttoned and the girl was passing her little hands over his chest as she moaned and groaned; she was arching her back to thrust out her ripe, round, ample young tits. It seemed that she was trying to make them look as appetizing as possible so that the boy would take them into his mouth and suck on the hot and hardening little titty points...
Maury was still breathing hard from his run, but now he had to breath even harder. The sight was a terribly exciting one.
The loving young couple were in a small clearing littered with wine bottles and discarded packs of cigarettes; it was obviously a very popular place to slip away and screw.
The girl looked about sixteen, and boy was perhaps eighteen.
Maury watched them and thought perhaps that he should stop them. They were obviously too young to be doing what they were doing.
But then, weren't kids always too young for that sort of thing? And didn't they all do it anyway? Maury had been eighteen himself when he had made love to his first girl.
So he stayed where he was.
The couple had brought a flashlight to seek out their trysting place, and now the flashlight lay forgotten beside them, supplementing the moonlight and giving the incredibly sexy scene the kind of furtive half-light that seemed most fitting., .
The boy was kissing his way down the girl's neck, and he was slowly slipping down toward her breasts.
The girl was amazingly buxom for someone her age, and her marvelous ripe titties had the firmness and proud thrust of youth...
Maury couldn't help licking his lips, imagining the taste of the succulent, taut flesh against his tongue.
The boy was licking down the girl's cleavage now, and the girl brought both her hands to the boy's head and tangled them in his hair, pushing on his head with no subtlety at all.
She wanted his mouth lapping and kissing her young and panting boobs, and she was pressing on his head, urging his hungry mouth down to the hot and heaving mounds.
Her moaning was louder and it reflected the growing quickness of her breath as the boy began to trace his tongue over the trembling flesh that stretched so smoothly over the insides of her breathless teenage breasts...
"Suck them Larry... suck my 'tits and make me squirm!" she cried.
And the boy was so turned on by her words that he didn't hesitate any longer.
He opened his eager mouth wide and plunged it down on one of the hot and straining tips of her breasts.
And as he slid his moist lips over the top of her aching tit-cone, she groaned with the pleasure of having him mouth her marvelous young tit flesh.
And she began to squirm, just as she said that she would.
They had been sitting up, hugging and necking and petting, but now the feelings that the youth's lusting tongue was arousing in her pointy, melon tits were too much for her to take sitting down, and as he sucked the tender dark brown tit bud to even greater straining stiffness, the girl leaned back on the blanket discarded packs of cigarettes; it was obviously a very popular place to slip away and screw.
The girl looked about sixteen, and boy was perhaps eighteen.
Maury watched them and thought perhaps that he should stop them. They were obviously too young to be doing what they were doing.
But then, weren't kids always too young for that sort of thing? And didn't they all do it anyway? Maury had been eighteen himself when he had made love to his first girl.
So he stayed where he was, The couple had brought a flashlight to seek out their trysting place, and now the flashlight lay forgotten beside them, supplementing the moonlight and giving the incredibly sexy scene the kind of furtive half-light that seemed most fitting...
The boy was kissing his way down the girl's neck, and he was slowly slipping down toward her breasts.
The girl was amazingly buxom for someone her age, and her marvelous ripe titties had the firmness and proud thrust of youth...
Maury couldn't help licking his lips, imagining the taste of the succulent, taut flesh against his tongue.
The boy was licking down the girl's cleavage now, and the girl brought both her hands to the boy's head and tangled them in his hair, pushing on his head with no subtlety at all.
She wanted his mouth lapping and kissing her young and panting boobs, and she was pressing on his head, urging his hungry mouth down to the hot and heaving mounds.
Her moaning was louder and it reflected the growing quickness of her breath as the boy began to trace his tongue over the trembling flesh that stretched so smoothly over the insides of her breathless teenage breasts...
"Suck them Larry... suck my 'tits and make me squirm!" she cried.
And the boy was so turned on by her words that he didn't hesitate any longer.
He opened his eager mouth wide and plunged it down on one of the hot and straining tips of her breasts.
And as he slid his moist lips over the top of her aching tit-cone, she groaned with the pleasure of having him mouth her marvelous young tit flesh.
And she began to squirm, just as she said that she would.
They had been sitting up, hugging and necking and petting, but now the feelings that the youth's lusting tongue was arousing in her pointy, melon tits were too much for her to take sitting down, and as he sucked the tender, dark brown tit bud to even greater straining stiffness, the girl leaned back on the blanket that they had spread out on the ground beneath them.
And the boy followed her down to the ground as she lay back, still letting out her ecstatic little sounds as she luxuriated in the feel of his velvety tongue washing against the throbbing and smoldering little point of her terrific teenage tit...
"Suck, suck, suck," she was chanting in a soft murmur, and Maury had never heard a girl so young so ebullient with sexual talk.
In fact, his wife was one of only three woman he had ever made love with, and none of them had ever verbalized their sexual desires.
So as he watched these torrid scene of young love, he felt his cock rise in his pants, and already he could feel the moisture of his pre-come wetting his briefs.
The boy moved his hungry sucking mouth to her other tit, and meanwhile he kneaded the tit he had just been mouthing with his hand.
He was sucking and stroking her tits as he lay by her side, and as her breasts swelled with the hot breath of her increasing desire, her crotch began to hump hornily up into the air as if yearning for contact with the boy's cock.
The boy's head was buried into the girl's wonderful, womanly bosom, and he couldn't see how her fiery fuck-box was arching up as she lifted her round, compact little ass off the ground to shove her pussy high up into the air...
So the girl quietly slipped her hand down her belly and slid it easily under the unbuckled top of her jeans.
Her hand was visible under the tight material of her pants as she began to fervently finger her juicing little fuck slit...
And she began to whimper now, so tormented was she by the aching fire of the desire that throbbed in her titties and flowed from her hungry young cunt . . .The boy had lifted his head momentarily from the girl's rising white boobs with the intention of planting a kiss on her mouth.
But as he came up, he couldn't help seeing her arm thrust way down into the dampened, humping crotch of her jeans.
He watched, fascinated by the sight of the girl's pumping pussy as she fingered and fucked herself inside her panties...
She saw him looking at her hand, and Maury saw her smile. She was obviously pleased with the way that she was turning him on...
"Oh, Larry, Larry, my box is so hot... I can't help touching it, I'm soray," she said, sincerity dripping from her words the way fuck juice must have been dripping from her fuck-ready little slit...
"I should have waited for you to touch me there, but that hole between my legs was so hot and so wet I was going crazy and I needed something hard going up into it."
And to illustrate her point, she gave a hard lunge with her fingers, and though it couldn't be clearly seen what she was doing inside her jeans, it was obvious that she had just fucked her fingers up hard and high inside her gaping, runny twat mouth . . .
And Larry gulped so loud that Maury could hear him.
"Fuck me Larry, fuck my tight slit with that big thick cock of yours," she whispered, the words coming out in a hiss of sexual steam.
"Only Larry," she said in calmer, supplicating tone, "Please go slow... Please push that wonderful prick of yours into me slow... because my pussy hugs that cock so tight... and it hurts if you shove all of it in too fast..."
Her fingers were still jamming into her twat as she talked and Larry had trouble taking his eyes off the riveting sight.
But he looked her in the eye and said with in a low and loving tone, "Baby, Janie baby, I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You know that."
And he took his shirt off and began to pull off his pants as Janie watched him with very amorous eyes, her fingers still making the material of her jeans jump and wriggle at the juncture of her slender legs...
At the mention of the girl's name, Maury gave a start.
Of course! That was Janie Wimble ton, his daughter's best friend!
He should have recognized her but he had never paid all that much attention to Randi's friends. They were nuisances to be treated politely as possible while they were in your house while you silently cursed them and wished that they would leave so that the girlish chatter and raucous playing of Elton John records would cease so that you could relax and read the paper.
But this girl was more a woman than a kid, and she was no longer to be regarded as a nuisance, by any means.
He of course had never seen her or thought of her in this amazingly erotic context, and that was another reason why he hadn't recognized her.
She was so breathtakingly beautiful as she lay there, fucking her cock-ready young cunt with her fingers, her white and smooth flesh bathed by the moonlight as she watched with eager eyes as Larry stripped of his clothes.
And when the boy was naked, she let out an appreciative sigh.
"Oh Larry, I love your body!" she cried, and her hand left her cunt and she reached out to caress his nakedness with both hands as the boy stretched out beside her on the blanket.
Their mouths met in a kiss, and as Maury saw their hot tongues flash and glimmer and they darted between each other's teeth and lips, the girl trailed her hand down the boy's side and down over the rise of his hip and then slowly, slowly she let it trace across his belly.
She was reaching for his cock, but she wanted him to know that she was; she knew how to put out, but she also knew how to tease...
And the boy tensed with aching anticipation as she ran her hand across the firm flatness of his stomach... and her fingers opened and slowly, gently, she wrapped them around the stiffening shaft of his cock.
And the boy let out an involuntary gasp as she lightly encircled his aroused penis and with her fingers making a loose fist around the rising organ she began to gently, ever so gently, jerk him off...
"Ohhhhhhh, Janie," the boy sighed, his voice choked and rough with passion, "Fuck my cock, fuck it with your fingers..."
And she pulled her face from his to look at him, and she smiled as he closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of her fingers as she ran her loosely clenched fist up and over the taut and straining skin of his long and thick fuck-rod...
And his cock grew thicker and harder in her hand and her moans of pleasure joined with his as she felt the immensity of the organ swelling under her slow and soft stroking.
In the moonlight, a bead of the boy's fuck-dew appeared at the head of his engorged and throbbing prick, and it glimmered there, attracting the girl's attention...
She passed her palm over the large knob of the boy's cock, rubbing the jizz stuff round and round the head, using it to make her soft caresses wet and cunt-like.
The boy had to gasp for breathe as he felt her knowing hand on his cock. It made him writhe with the tender torture of lust-She smiled at the way that she had him totally in her control now, and she repeated the swirling motions of her palm over and over the head of his raging, rock hard fuck-stick.
And she brought her other hand to his shaft and clasped her fingers around it as she had before, and she slid her fist up and over his stalk, pulling and teasing the sensitive skin that sheathed the firm and throbbing core of his fully erect organ...
And with one hand massaging the head of his dripping dick and the other seizing the shaft and masturbating it so that more and more of his pre-jism juiced out of his piss slit, the girl knew that she was making his cock so ready for the kiss of her cunt lips that it wouldn't be long at all before he would mount her.
And she began to hump her pounding, overheated cunt mound up into her air again,-hoping to attract the boy's attention to it.
She succeeded.
The boy slid his hand down her naked and fantastically firm little belly, inching his hand down with every bit of the slow, teasing intention that the girl had used on the way to gripping his prick in her hands.
And now it was the boy's turn to grin as the girl let out a long and agonized groan, wishing that the boy would hurry his hand as it crept toward the leaky love fire that burned so fucking wetly in her crotch...
But the boy wasn't as cruel as she had been, when he knew that she was going really crazy for the feel of his fingers up her teeming teenage twat...
"Oh, Larryyyyyyyyyyy!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! " she cried as he lunged his long fingers way up her cunt hole.
And her finger clutched his cock tightly now; she was no longer teasing.
She was using both hands to jerk his long and trembling organ off with hard and urgent strokes, long strokes that pulled at the flesh of his cock and made it burn with the fucking friction of her tight-clenched fingers.
She had no time for coyness now.
She wanted cock, all his long and hard thick cock ramming up into her tender and tight twat box...
So she jacked off his jizz-stick with those ardently urgent cock caresses as he plunged his fingers far into her panting, dripping pussy...
"Fuck me, Larry Larry, fuck me!! ! ! " she cried and the fingers that clasped the boy's frothing prick stopped; she couldn't concentrate on the marvelous thrusts of his fingers up her snatch and still hand fuck him at the same time.
All she could do was squeeze that cock, hold onto it as for dear life as the fingers shoving up her suck-tunnel sent her adrift on a swirling sea of passion...
Her fingers grasped his rampant rod so hard that they were squeezing out large drops of pre-jizz from the boys cock, and the drops dripping out of his prick slit in long, silver threads and the liquid love stuff collected in a shining pool in the girl's navel as he leaned over her, ready to fuck her but wanting her so hot and ready for the feel of his hard meat jamming up into her juicing slit that she would go crazy at the' mere feel of his prick head pushing against the red, tender, trembling, gaping rim of her tight and runny fuck hole...
He began pulling at her jeans, but it took awhile to get them down because the swell of her well-rounded hips was so ample as to make it hard to get the waist of the pants over them...
And the girl wouldn't let go of the boy's thick and drooling prick; she didn't want it to slip from her grasp until she knew its head was right up inside the velvet clutch of her waiting cunt...
But at last the pants pulled over her round hips and her ass, and she lifted her knees up so that the boy could slip them off her lovely, slim legs without moving away from her.
He pushed the pants and the panties all the way down her legs and slipped her feet free of them, and as soon as she did that, she spread her legs and stretched them out so that he didn't have time to pull her other foot from the tangle of the clothing.
But she didn't care that her jeans still clung to one of her legs she was so glad to have her eager fuck-slit exposed to the boy's eyes and to his hands and his rigid and ever-so-ready fuck-stick...
.And as she spread her thighs wide, the boy's cock gave a leap in the girl's grasp, and the girl began to slide her fists up and down the prick that was now so coated with the pre-come cream that it slithered and slid easily through her hands as she stroked it rapidly up and down.
In fact, the boy was so ready to fuck her as she lay spread beneath him that Maury could hear the girl's hands making gentle squishing sounds as the slipped down Larry's oozing and quivering prick pole...
There was that much of his come stuff streaming down the sides of his immense shaft!
Maury could feel that his own pants were as wet as if he had peed in them.
He had felt guilty about standing watching the loving young couple, but now he was so caught up in the spectacle that he couldn't even think of pulling himself away...
The boy lost no time in exploiting the exposure of the girl's panting and dripping beaver.
He brought his hand slowly up the inside of her well-fleshed thighs and she parted her legs even wider in anticipation of his fingers sliding up into her leaking love hole.
Her legs were so widely splayed that the cords of her thigh muscles were clearly visible as she strained with every fiber of her body to prepare her cunt for the thrust of his fingers, and soon his cock...
The boy inserted two fingers inside her cunt and she spasmodically closed her legs, trapping his fingers in her cunt as if she was afraid that he would pull them out...
"Easy lover," Larry whispered, "Easy. I want to finger fuck you to make sure that you're ready for my cock..."
"I'm ready! God I'm ready!" the girl ranted, wriggling down on the boy's fingers until his knuckles were pressing hard against the entrance to her fuck-hungry young cunt.
The boy gave another gulp.
"Jesus, Janie, you are ready! I've never felt your cunt as big as this! Look!" he cried, imploring her to watch.
"What?" the girl wondered out loud, and she picked her head up and looked down to where his fingers had wedged up inside her cunt.
She spread her legs again so that she could see what he was doing.
"I'm going to put all my v fingers up you!" he exclaimed.
"Noooo!" she screamed, afraid that four fingers ramming up inside her tender slit would hurt her dreadfully.
But before she could stop him or bring her legs back together again, he had thrust all four of his fingers way high up inside her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!! ! " the girl cried out with the shock, but as the cry drew out, it became one of intense pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh," she cried and she writhed down harder on his hand as if four fingers weren't enough for her hungry fuck box...
"See baby? See how ready you are?"
He pressed his lips to her willing, moist mouth, and breaking the kiss for moment, he said, "See? I wouldn't ever hurt you! I could feel that you were ready!"
"But Larry," she said, sounding suddenly sad, "If I have so much room up inside me, I won't be tight around your cock. My cunt wouldn't be snug for your cock!"
He screwed his fingers round in her cunt and she. had to close her eyes with the wave of fire that washed over her from the flowing furnace of her fuck-ready cunt...
"See lover?" Larry said, continuing his maddening motions with all four fingers up her sucking slit, "Your cunt is sucking real hard-on my fingers. It's real tight, see? It's just real ready. Your cunt will suck off my cock just like it always has, baby, don't worry.
"I can tell you're gonna feel real tight around my prick..."
And she slipped her little clenched fists eagerly up and down his slippery, shining shaft.
"Do it to me, lover. Stick me with that wonderful prick!! ! "
Her eyes were as shiny as her dewy lips, as her dewy cunt mouth and as his pre-come coated cock shaft...
"You won't have to go slow this time, will you?" she said, her eyes sparkling with the realization, " You can slip all of your hot meat right up my cunt right away!! ! ! "
Her words made the boy eager to feel the sucking kiss of her tight twat, so he got between her wide-open legs and as she guided the drooling head of his quivering, massive and throbbing red shaft to her cunt lips, the couple's eyes were focused on their crotches, wanting to watch the moment when his long, lunging prick parted the trembling wet lips of her hot pink pussy... It was such an incredibly exciting sight that Maury let out a stifled cry of desire, but fortunately the couple was too immersed in the prospect of fucking that they didn't hear.
And the tip of the boy's dripping prick parted the quivering folds of her quim and the girl writhed her hips and lifted her ass cheeks up off the blanket, the anticipated feel of penetration...
She was holding her breath and he was too as they watched his shaft sliding easily up into her flowing fuck box.
"Larryyyyyy!" she squealed, as she felt inch by throbbing inch of his large fuck-rod stabbing hotly into the melting flesh of her wonderfully tight young cunt...
The boy was shaking with the fires of desire that were surging through his body as he pushed his ass down to force more and more of his hard and hot fuck meat up the clutching wet canal of her cunt.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," the girl was chanting, urging him on.
Maury found himself thinking that she must be a cheerleader.
The boy's cock was well into her ravenous, red-hot runny snatch, so she switched her grip from around his shaft to clasp his balls so that she could help him slip every quivering millimeter of cock up her gaping and juicy pussy...
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" they both gasped as all of his cock went inside of her...
They looked up from the juicy juncture where their bodies were now joined and they smiled and panted hard as they looked at each other.
"In!" was all that Larry said, and the girl gave a nod.
"I know that I usually want it slow, baby," the girl said, "But tonight I'm so turned on that I just can't take any of that slow shit."
"I want it hard and I want it fast, baby. Please, Larry. Make me come quick! Pleeeeeease!" she begged.
"I'm glad that you said that," said Larry, "Because that's just the way I feel. But I don't know how long I can fuck that fantastic cunt of yours hard and fast without coming..."
The girl squeezed her fingers lovingly around his balls and Larry had to close his eyes.
"Don't worry, baby, come anytime you like. Please. I want to feel you shooting your stuff inside me. IV makes me feel like a woman when I can make you come so fast!"
"So shoot! Shoot that shit anytime you feel like it!" she whispered affectionately, and she rotated her palm under his swinging, come-loaded ball sack, making him begin his thrusts into her eagerly sucking little slit...
And he bent his back and pulled his prick out of her and began screwing her horny and hot fuck hole in earnest.
He knifed his body and jammed all his hard man's meat into her loving suck hole and she cried out his name and pushed on his ball sack to show him that he. shouldn't be afraid to fuck into her flowing, slimy young snatch as hard as he wanted.
So he jackknifed his body again and again and again, -lunging all of his long and frothing fuck pole far up into her clenching wet cock clamp, and she took her free hand and with it she gripped his ass as he rammed every thing he had up into her. , She writhed and she tossed and twisted and she brought her feet up so that her heels were against her ass. She wanted to give his cock every access to her cunt...
He plunged into her long and writhing love tunnel, and she dug her nails into his ass as their pubic bushes brushed against each other and tangled together on every hard, lunging downstroke of his foaming fuck-stick.
"Oh, Janie, you little cunt, you lovely little cunt!" Larry exclaimed lovingly as he rode the wriggling and squirming young girl, grabbing her hips to provide more leverage for forcing all of his hard rod deep down into her hole.
And with every thrust the girl jacked her ass up off the blanket so that her cunt rim slapped down against the very base of his shaft and her pussy lips wetly kissed that swinging sack of his come-bulged balls...
"Ohhhh, I... I... I... I'm going to come!" cried Larry, and his voice was filled with disappointment that he wouldn't feel her cunt sucking off his erect and pounding prick for much longer.
"Do it!! ! ! ! " the girl screamed.
And to show how much she wanted him to come, she plunged her middle finger into the puckered hole of his ass all the way to her second knuckle.
The boy yelled with the shock of the sensation. Apparently he wasn't used to have fingers stuck into his ass.
Maury gasped too. No woman had ever stuck her finger in his ass...
"Baby!" the girl exclaimed, "I'm sorry!"
She didn't seem at all sorry, but she did seem rather surprised that her finger had ended up stuck deep into the boys rapidly humping ass.
"I don't know why I did that... I just suddenly wanted to... Should... should I pull it out?"
"No no no no no!" the boy panted, and he never once broke his rapid, frenzied fuck rhythm...
He looked at her and managed to smile through his passion contorted face, "Fuck my ass baby, fuck it! It feels so good to have your finger up my asshole!"
And the girl returned his smile with an arch smile of her own and she fucked into his tiny hole harder and harder until her fuck strokes matched the ferocity of his lunges into her cunt...
"Oh God!" the boy cried, and the girl knew he was coming so she lifted her ass far up from the ground and jammed her steaming, boiling, streaming slit down as hard and as far as she could on his frothing cock and she plunged her finger all the way up his ass.
And his body went rigid with the tension of his imminent orgasm.
He stopped his lunging thrusts into her cunt, so she kept the motion of her clasping wet fuck box going by pumping her pussy down and down and down insistently against his rod.
She wanted his come and he knew it and he couldn't hold it back anyway, so with a gasping groan, he shot the first of his fuck stuff far up into her loving long cunt canal...
And the slithery lotion that lubricated her love box made her motions so easy and so rapid as she jerked her snatch up and down against his coming cock that the boy could only grab her shoulders and moan as she writhed and wriggled beneath him, doing all she could to help him fill her belly with the steaming cream of his frothing fuck-rod.
"Ahhhhh, babyyyyyy!! ! ! " he cried, and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her as he felt his cock squeezing and spasming, jerking off and jizzing into her cunt...
He had to lift his mouth from hers to gasp for air, and when he did, the girl suddenly yelled, "Jesus! I feel your asshole sucking my finger each time you shoot! Ahhh! Oh, fill me with sweet come!! ! ! " she cried.
And suddenly the girl threw back her head and her body went rigid and the boy looked down at her with amazement: she was coming now too!
"Janie! Come with me! Yeah!" he cried, and although there wasn't much jizz left in his hard and spurting prick, he lunged deep into her as if he still hadn't come yet.
He wanted to feel her squeezing his jizzing dick with her coming cunt!
And he got his wish as she gripped his emptying ball sack in her fingers and pressed her pounding pussy mound up against him, shouting his name and begging him to fuck her...
And she shuddered under the boy, her whole body shaking with the power of her climaxing pussy, and the boy jerked the last of his jizz deep into her cunt, and the aching heat of his organ made him cry out with passion until at last the ripples of their mutual come began to die away.
The girl's breasts were so ripe and so firm that they stood up even when she lay on her back.
The boy bent his head down and licked the erect, throbby hard brown tips as the girl moaned with the concluding clasping spasms of her marvelous orgasm...
And the boy washed over her tit tips with his tongue as she gently squeezed the last remaining drops of his come milk from his sack.
"Jesus! What a fuck!" the girl cried. The boy could only nod his assent. Maury had to admit, it was some incredible fuck...
He looked down and saw an immense bulge in his pants.
His loins were so filled with searing, surging fire that he didn't know what to do.
He had never seen anything quite so erotic.
There was certainly nothing in his own sex life that had ever been that exciting.
He looked at the loving couple as they lay in each other's arm's smiling and kissing each other lightly.
He suddenly felt very old.
And very horny.
He felt his cock throbbing and dripping in his pants.
He turned from the scene and started to jog like mad, heading for home.
He had never thought of his sex life as bad or unexciting.
He loved his wife and she was a good lover.
They enjoyed having sex, and though they didn't have it all that often, when they did, it was usually very good.
But the young couple that he had just seen had showed him something that he hadn't thought of, at least not for a long time.
Love making should have fire and excitement!
Or was that only for the young?
No, it couldn't be! It couldn't be!
As he jogged he could shake the excitement that still gripped him every time he thought of that scene in the park...
He ran harder, until his breath burned down his throat and he heard loud wheezes. Somehow they didn't sound like his wheezes. Somehow the only part of him that he could really feel was his mind.
And his mind was racing, racing, racing...
That girl, that beautiful young girl on the blanket, her legs spread, showing the glistening wet lips of her pink pussy slit; her breasts swelling as she panted and begged for cock, lots of long hard cock...
But shit! She was his daughter's age!
How could he be thinking the thoughts he was thinking about somebody that was his daughter's age!
It wasn't healthy.
It wasn't good at all...-
But it was unavoidable.
Jesus, what would he do when Janie came over to the house again? How would he be able to control the racing of his brain and the racing of his blood when she walked in the door?
It was going to be hell...
He tried not to think one thought the one thought that seemed to be pressing hot and wet against his brain...
He tried to run faster and faster so he wouldn't think the thought.
He ran and ran until there was no breath left in his lungs and his vision began to blur.
And in the darkness he tripped over a raised cement block and sprawled down hard on the concrete of the sidewalk.
The thought stabbed through his brain.
He wanted to have that young girl.
He wanted her desperately.
He was growing old.
His sex life was on the wane.
He had a few good years and maybe a few years where he would appear attractive to younger women...
He didn't want to resign himself to middle age until he had tasted the pleasures of youth -pleasures that he had never really tasted in his own youth.
He didn't want to admit his desires to himself!
Christ, he was the father of a girl just the same age as the one that he was having all the lustful thoughts about!
But imagine, his mind kept saying, imagine what renewed vigor it would bring you to discover that a young girl found you exciting? That she would want to make love to you and that you give her the benefit of your experience while she gave you the benefit of her youth...
"Maury! Maury, what the hell?"
It was his neighbor, Len Fields, coming down the sidewalk.
"Took a tumble, huh?" Len inquired, looking concerned as he came to Maury's assistance.
"It's okay! It's okay! Maury insisted, brushing off Len's attempts to help him up.
Christ, he wasn't so old that he couldn't get up himself!
"Alright, alright Maury. Jesus, no reason to get all in a huff."
Maury looked up at realized that Len was hurt by his abrupt outburst.
"Sorry Len," Maury said as he struggled to his feet. "Guess I embarrassed myself."
Len accepted the apology with a nod of his head.
"Jesus. I saw you streakin' down the walk and I didn't know it was you. Figured the only type of guy that would be running like that in the dark was a guy who had robbed a little old lady or somethin'. "
"Jogging," Maury managed to pant. "I was jogging."
"You been bit by the bug too, eh? Jesus everybody around here is nuts with that. Even my wife is talking about doing it."
Len looked Maury over and shook his head. "You'll have to take it easy at first, Maury. You keep up like that and you're going to get yourself to an early grave!"
Maury hadn't realized how he had strained himself with his run. He found that he couldn't talk anymore, so he patted Len on the back and continued on his way home. Behind him, Len was watching and shaking his head.
"When are these jogging fools gonna realize that they aren't kids anymore?" he muttered.
And he went inside and sat down in front of the TV with a beer in hand, as any reasonable man with an intelligent approach to middle age would do.
Maury staggered through the kitchen and avoided looking at the astonished looks of his wife and daughter.
"Dad!" exclaimed Randi.
"Dear! Are you alright?" Kay called after him.
But he was already down the hall. He locked himself in the bathroom to gain a little peace for himself.
CHAPTER TWO
"Yeah, Dad's gone loony," Randi was explaining to Bob.
"He thinks he's still in high school. He's going nuts with this health kick.
"Every day before work he jogs for like a half hour just huffs and puffs and nearly busts a gut running a few blocks.
"And then he comes home and has a milk shake with wheat germ and tiger's milk and all this shit that would make a goat throw up!
"And he's spending all this money getting haircuts now. He gets twenty dollar razor cuts.
"He's buying all new clothes. It's just bananas!"
"Well, gosh, Randi, I don't think that sounds so bad. I mean it looks like the old man is taking an interest in life, and that can't be bad," Bob commented.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he just was taking an interest in his own life, but now he's taking such an interest in mine, too!"
"What's that mean?"
"Like, he was always pretty Cool about curfews and stuff, and he always said that he trusted my judgment.
"He always would leave decisions up to me, like how late I stayed out and what I wore.
"But like last night he comes home and I'm just wearing this T-shirt and jeans, and he says that I should start wearing a bra and that my pants were too tight.
"And he really got mad."
"That's easy to understand, baby," Bob said, "My dad was just like that when my sister got to be your age.
"All of a sudden he probably realized that you aren't just a kid any more, that you're turning into a young lady.
"And now he's starting to remember when he was young and the way that he would see a girl as pretty as you and he would try every trick in the book to get in her pants.
"And he knows what a looker you are "
"Oh, gee, Bob..."
"No, I mean it! You're the best lookin' chick in the whole school, and your Dad is realizin' that there probably isn't one guy at Webster High that isn't dying to make it with you.
"So of course he's worried."
"Oh, maybe that's right, but I think it's gonna be real tough tryin' to get through the next few years if that's what it's all about."
"Yeah, it'll be tough."
"Especially since I like you and I want to spend the few years with you, at least the next few years... And my parents hate your guts."
"That's a fine thing! Why don't they like me. They should like me. I'm intelligent, I'm kind... gosh, I think I'm just about the model boyfriend."
"I think you are too. But you dress funny and your hair is too long and they think you're a hood."
"Why do they think that I'm a hood?"
"Because of the way you screech up to the house in this old beater of yours, and when we peel away from the house, I think my parents must just shudder.
"They think that if I hang around with you much longer, their little girl is going to be a teen angel..."
"Gosh... Maybe if I just tried to drive a little slower?"
"I don't think that's all of it, Bob. I mean, you don't seem to take them seriously. When you come in to wait for me, you joke around with Dad and he doesn't think that you have any respect for him."
"I always joke around with everybody. It doesn't mean that I don't respect them."
"I know that, but they don't. If you could just... well, be very polite and nod a lot when Dad talks, you know, like everything he says is real wise and you know it's true. Y'know?"
Bob nodded, "Yeah, that's real wise and I know it's true," he said.
Randi gave him a friendly slap on the cheek and giggled.
"There you go again with the jokes! See, you just can't be serious."
"Oh, baby, the hell I can't!"
And with that he leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," Randi responded, and she put her hand against his cheek so that he wouldn't take his mouth away from hers.
And he reached down and began to unbutton her blouse...
"Bobby! Gee, don't do that here!"
"What else is there to do? You want to watch the movie?"
They were at the Highway 80 Drive-in Theater, and on the wide screen before them, a giant angle worm was taking over Detroit.
"Oh, no, I don't want to watch the movie. I just don't think that anyone else is watching that movie either. I think half of them are necking and the other half are watching all the people who are necking."
"Well, what do you want to be, a watcher or a doer?"
Bob unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and he slipped his hand inside and cupped one of her small, round tits in his hand.
She wasn't wearing a bra and she had to gasp at the feel of his hand tenderly caressing the firm little mound.
She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the nipple strain and grow hard and hot against his palm.
"Oh, Bobby, dooooonnnnn't..." she moaned.
And then she clutched her hands over his hands as if to stop him from massaging her tit mound, but the effect of her hands was to trap his hand inside of her blouse, so that all he could do was keep his hand on the panting boob and squeeze it lovingly...
"But Bobby! Look around. You know all the horny guys from Webster that come here. They pile like five in a car and they head down here just to watch everybody making out. That's how they get their hots. They're probably watching us right now!
"No one can see us."
"The hell they can't Bobby! Oh, please stop petting my breast... please Bobby."
"Alright," said Bobby, and he moved his hand away from her tit with its contracting, erect and aching hard nipple...
She let out a moan of loss as she felt the contact of his hand removed from the burning, yielding flesh of her teenage tit, but then she gave a warm cry of desire as Bobby simply moved the same hand to her other breast and began to stroke it and knead it until she took her hands and pressed them over his caressing fingers...
"Oh Bobby, baby... I'm such a hypocrite! That feels so good and I never want you to stop... But really, I don't think we should do this in public."
"This isn't public! We are in our own private automobile! Look around! There's no one watching!"
Randi lifted her head and surveyed the area around them.
There didn't seem to be anybody watching, They were all necking.
"See, baby? We're almost alone! There's no one who cares what we do. They're all into their own things..."
Randi then turned completely around and looked behind them. "Oh shit," she said.
Bobby followed her gaze, turning to look at the car directly in back of his. "Oh shit," he said.
It was Peter Thompson, Johnny Franks, Marty Welsh and Dickie Hurtz.
The goons from Webster High.
"Oh, great. They probably have binoculars trained on us!" said Randi.
"Those turkeys! I hate those baboons!" cried Bobby, and before Randi could stop him, he had gotten out of the car and walked back to the goons' car.
"Hi, guys," said Bobby, "You having fun?"
"Yeah," said Johnny Franks, and all the faces in the car were wearing loutish leers. "We're havin' just a swell time. But shit, man, looks like you're having even a sweller time... Or should I say more swollen?" He laughed and pointed out the window at Bobby's crotch.
Bobby had grown a rather massive hard-on from petting Randi's pretty little tits, and it was bulging through his pants very noticeably.
"Fuck off, Frank. At least I got this hard-on from a real live girl," Bob responded. "What are you guys doing in there, anyway? Getting all hot and whacking each other off?"
"Hey! Listen man, none of those fag jokes!" cried Peter Thompson. "That's one kind a shit we don't take and that's no fag jokes!"
Thompson was making a fist and shaking it at Bob threateningly.
"Why don't all you jerk-offs get girlfriends, or aren't there any that will have you?"
"Listen man, you want this fist up your ass?" shouted Thompson.
"Naw, I don't go for that stuff like you do Thompson. I don't want nothing up MY ass. Why don't you feed that fist up one of your friend's asses. I'm sure any one of these guys would get a real big bang out of it"
Peter and Johnny jumped out of the car and slammed the doors. Bob stood where he was, unflinching.
"That does it, punk," Peter said in a low and very rough voice.
Suddenly there was a flashlight on them, and they turned to see a policeman walking toward them from the concession stand.
Saturday night was a wild one at the drive-in and the police kept a watchful eye on the young crowd to see that things didn't get too far out of hand.
"Okay, kids, what's the story?" asked the officer.
"These jokers were giving me and my girl a hard time," said Bob, knowing that it looked good for him that there were four guys in the car and only one of him.
Randi jumped out of the car and ran to Bob.
"Officer, these guys were just giving us all sorts of trouble, and gee, I wish you could get them to leave."
As she said this, Randi looked up at the cop with her innocent young eyes and batted them a few times for effect.
"You guys are really nothing but trouble..." said the cop, eyeing the four goons. "I'm always seeing you four causing trouble and it's beginning to give me a headache..."
The officer swung his billy club around like a baton.
"And when I get to thinking how many headaches you guys have given me, I think, 'Hell, why should I have all these headaches and these kids get off with no headaches at all?' "
The officer brought down the billy club down across his palm with a sharp slap that made the group wince.
"Next time you fellas give me a headache, I'm gonna make damn sure I'm not the only one whose head hurts!! "
And he brought the club down against his hand again, and then he pointed with it to the goons' car.
"Now you guys get outta here, and don't cause any more trouble!"
The goons pulled their '65 Chevy out of the drive-in and the policeman turned to Randi and Bob and winked.
"Thanks for giving me the chance to have a few words with those fellas. And now, you two go have a good time, but don't get yourselves in any trouble, alright?"
The thanked the officer and soon they were back in the car, and Bob was unbuttoning her blouse again.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby, kiss me!" Randi cried, and Bobby pressed his lips against hers, and he felt her warm, young and trembling lips part eagerly to accept the deep and hotly probing French kiss.
And he found one of her tits again and he rubbed his hand round and round it until Randi began breathing more quickly.
And she slid her hand down to his knee and then slowly ran it up his thigh until it was at the crotch of his pants.
And Bob caught his breath as the young girl cupped her fingers around his balls and his cock and clutched them gently but ardently and moved her palm in a sensuous circular motion to make his cock throb and grow long and hard...
"Randi, oh Randi," he panted, and he responded to her hot cock caress by dropping his hand to her knee.
She had worn a dress, because in the back of her mind well, actually more toward the front than the back she had hoped that Bob would be aggressive and try to make her at the drive-in...
And she wanted his wonderful warm and knowing hand to have easy access to the pounding wet mound of her lovely little pussy...
And as she felt his hand land lovingly on her knee, she parted her legs so that Bob would have no problem trailing up her thighs to her already moistened pink gash...
Bob let out a little laugh.
"What?" said Randi sounding a little hurt. "Are you laughing at me?"
"No, no, baby, I was laughing because you make me happy!"
Actually, he had laughed because she had spread her legs so instantly after he touched her knee; he loved the uninhibited way that she responded to his touch.
He didn't explain this to her because she was younger than he was by two years and she was always afraid that he was laughing at her lack of experience and her naivet�.
But he truly loved her and admired her and he didn't want to risk her getting a little upset if he explained his laughter to her; it might sound as if he was making fun of her.
So as she opened her mouth to follow up her question, he covered it quickly with a kiss and moved his hand with a smooth sliding motion over her pliant and warm thigh flesh...
His hand moving up the inside of her thigh made it impossible for her to think of anything else but how good it would feel to have his fingers playing with her pussy...
He took his time moving between her leg toward her dripping fuck slit, and she was going a little crazy, squirming on the seat and pumping her pussy up toward his hand with furtive movements as she whimpered with her desire to have his fingers sliding up and down her cunt lips and in and out of her flowing little fuck hole.
He still had his mouth pressed to hers and she was responding with kisses that were now combing with passionate little bites as she tried everything she could to hurry him on to more direct love play...
Her hand began a distinct fuck rhythm as it pushed against his fully erect and pounding hard prick.
His blood was hot and as it pulsed through the thick vein of his straining prick. His blood was burning. It was like a steam surging through his long cock.
He groaned as she moved her loving little hand firmly up and over his prick, making him squirm now, longing to have the feel of her fingers against his naked flesh-rod...
And his hand was hovering at the mouth of her pussy and he felt it's heat and its wetness and he was amazed.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
He pulled his ardently kissing lips away from hers and looked down at her crotch.
His hand had pushed back the hem of her dress all the way over her thighs and as he looked down he caught a glimpse of her cunt bush flirting with the hem line...
"Randi!" he cried.
He looked to her and she was blushing.
"I... I didn't have any clean panties..." she muttered. "Oh, Bobby... I told myself that I just didn't feel like wearing dirty panties... but I think... I think I was just praying all along that you'd find me so beautiful tonight that you'd want to make me right here at the drive-in.
"So... so... I didn't wear panties.
"I wanted you to be able to feel my pussy and finger it...
She looked so sheepish that Bob couldn't help laughing.
"Stop laughing at me!! ! I know that I'm just real amusing, but shut up, damn it!! ! ! "
She looked away from him quickly and pulled her dress down.
She reached for the handle of the door and began to open it.
Quickly, Bob pressed his hand hard against her pussy through the material of her dress.
She was so hot and ready that he could feel it wet and throbbing even through her dress.
She froze at the door.
She took her hand from the handle.
She turned to Bob and whispered, "Oh Bob, that feels so good, oh..."
She collapsed against his shoulder and pumped her pussy mound up against his hand to show him that she still wanted him to take her...
"Bobby, Bobby, make love me... Oh, I hate the way that you laugh at me and I hate the way you can make me forget that I hate you when you touch me there..."
She squeezed her thighs gently together to trap his hand tightly against her box.
"Make love to me, only please don't laugh, okay?" she said, looking up at him with a misty appeal in her eyes, and then she reached down between his thighs and put her hand against his still hard shaft...
"Oh, I love that cock!" she cried, and she rubbed it up and down with urgent little strokes that soon had him panting.
He could feel the dew of his desire welling up from his pounding and bulging prick...
"Are you wet yet?" she asked him a husky whisper, her sixteen year old voice husky with passion...
"Is your cock creaming yet?" she asked, "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Tell me that it's creaming with that slippery stuff, I love to make that long lovely prick cream... I know I have you excited then. Are you excited?"
She looked at him with a smile that told him that she knew damn well that he was losing his mind with the electric, lusty thrill that she was sending all the way from his balls through his thick and throbbing shaft to the oozing red-hot knob of his cock head.
"Lover, lover, I want to fuck you!! ! ! " he cried, and he thrust his hand under her dress and without any prelude at all he thrust two of his fingers all the way up her hole.
"Ohhhhhh!! ! ! ! " she cried, and she jammed her hips down hard on his fingers so that the quivering rim of her tender young fuck hole was kissing the rest of his hand...
"Gee, Bobby! I didn't know how ready I was! Feel how wet I am inside? Feel how hot and wet and ready I am?"
Bobby pulled his fingers all the way out of the tight clutch of her young cunt and lunged them back in hard.
She cried out with the suddenness of the movement, but it was not a cry of pain; the sharp stab of sensual pleasure that stabbed up into her flowing lush fuck slit made her want to scream out with joy.
"Bobby! Bobby! Finger my slit, oh finger my slit!! ! ! "
Bobby was only too happy to comply and he fucked his dripping fingers all the way into her as she wriggled her ass and humped her hips down against him so that she would be fully impaled on his probing fingers...
He felt how drippingly turned on she was, and it excited him so that he pulled her blouse all the way open and opened his mouth wide and plunged it down against one of her firm, high little teenage titties...
"Oh God," Randi cried, and he felt her hand clench urgently at his prick as he licked and sucked the marvelously smooth and warm flesh of her breast.
Her heart was pounding and it made the ripe and straining boob beat inside of his mouth as he sucked it deep inside, pressing his tongue against the nipple and feeling the tit-bud bite hotly into the velvet surface of his slithering tongue muscle...
"I want to feel your cock, Bobby! I want to slip my fingers around it and jack you off, baby... But I don't know if I should take it out... What if someone walks by?"
Bobby was so absorbing in sucking her succulent white tit mound that he didn't respond to her words.
"I mean, here we are and I have my breasts showing and my dress up to my waist and gee, Bobby, if that cop came back, we could be arrested for indecent exposure."
Bobby looked up at her.
"There's nothing indecent about what's being exposed here!" he said.
He looked down at the girls lovely little breasts.
They were small globes that seemed to be one-third nipple... they nestled just perfectly in the palm of his hand.
"Your tits are anything but indecent!" he exclaimed, and he palmed one of them and sucked at the other and she leaned her head back against the car seat and groaned...
"Ohhhhhh, Bobby, stop! I'm trying to talk..."
He pulled reluctantly away from her tits. "Okay. Talk. You were talking about indecency, right? And I said there was nothing indecent about your tits...
"And look between those wonderful thighs... those creamy white thighs..."
Her thighs weren't really very full and she was a bit self-conscious about them.
She admired girls who had thighs that rubbed together when they walked...
She dreamed that someday she would have thighs that wore her jeans down because of the hot friction they generated, chafing each other sexily as she sashayed down the hall of Webster High.
But her thighs didn't rub together when she walked; they were slender, young girl's thighs. She hoped that with the next couple years they would fill out.
But as Bobby affectionately caressed the inside of her thighs, telling her how smooth and soft and sexy they were, she wouldn't have traded her thighs in for anyone's not even Lisa Drickson's.
Lisa's thighs were so fantastic that there was a whole parade of boys that would follow her down the hall when she went between classes.
Bobby's hand touching her thighs made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the teen universe...
"Bobby... oh, touch my cunt again, please..."
Her thighs were streaming with the juice of her joy-box and Bobby's hand was thoroughly coated with the slippery love liquid.
He ran his fingertips inside the tender pink furrow of her outer pussy lips, and she writhed against his hand, wanting him to plunge his fingers up into her hole again.
"Bobby... how can we fuck here? Tell me how we can do it, because I want to so bad!! "
She didn't think about what she was doing now.
She used both her hands to undo his fly and she pulled it down, groping frantically to find his cock...
She didn't have much trouble locating it because it was fully swelled with the pounding hot blood of his aching desire.
She pulled it through the opening of his briefs and out of his pants, so that the shaft was standing upright and she could wrap her fingers around it and jerk him off and feel the slippery, silvery ooze of his pre-come leaking down the sides of his hard and pulsating prick...
"Oh, baby, touch my cock... oh, feel it cream..." Bobby murmured as Randi held the large rod in her hand and pulled the taut and sensitive skin up and down over the throbbing, blood engorged core.
They were feeling so wonderful that they actually thought they were in heaven.
The slippery ooze of his come stuff dripped over her fingers and she gave out an appreciative sigh as she reveled in the way his cock slid so easily through her firmly fucking fingers...
His cock was so big and her hand was so delicate and small that her fingers couldn't full encircle his cock.
"Bobby, I'm sorry I can't reach around your cock..."
"Baby, don't worry... God, it just feels so good to have your hand jerking around my prick..."
And as her hand pounded down and down -on his shaft, sliding all the way up to the dripping head of his cock and all the way down to his balls, he thought that her little hand excited him more just because it couldn't hold all of his thick prick.
It made his cock feel huge!
And as she tugged at the sensitive smooth and burning flesh of his cock stalk and his pre-jism welled over his prick head and spilled in a milky warm gush over his long and throbbing organ, he could swear that his prick was bigger than it had ever been.
God, how she excited him!
He wanted to feel her pussy pushing down on his cock.
He loved the way that she fucked!
When they had the rare opportunity to be alone, they would take advantage of it by fucking and sucking each other until they hurt with it.
She would pump her tight sucking wet pink pussy slit down on his cock and she wouldn't stop until she felt him spurting and spurting and spurting every bit of his fucking foam...
Even when she came before he did, she wouldn't rest until she knew that she had given him complete satisfaction...
And now his mind was trying desperately to think of a way that they could fuck without appearing to obvious.
He became aware of how exposed they were: Randi's blouse was wide open and her pussy was thrusting down on his hand and anybody sitting around them would be able to tell by her bouncing motion what was going on.
And if anyone walked by and looked in the window, they would see his streaming fuck-stick gushing hotly into her slender, sliding fingers...
"Randi, I don't know how the hell we can fuck with all these people here," he sad, "And you better quit bouncing like that or folks will start to get wise."
She slowed her humping down on his fingers and began a slow but demanding gyration, screwing the mouth of her snug fuck-box round and round over his pussy-probing fingers...
"Baby, baby, I need cock!" she whispered hotly. "Don't tell me I can't have cock!"
"We'll go somewhere else. We'll drive to the top of Piper's Hill."
"No! Now!"
"Baby! We can't "
He didn't have time to say anything else, because Randi's eyes lit on his cock and it looked so hard and hot and so suckable as it strained and quivered against the circle of her fucking fingers that she had to have the feel of the burning, rigid meat in her mouth.
She dived down to his lap and before he could stop her, her lips had opened wide and they slipped over the massive knob of his creaming cock head...
"Jeeeeeeeeeesus shit!" he moaned as she slipped her full and warm and wet and wonderfully knowing lips down and down over the frothing head of his fully aroused and trembling fuck-rod.
"I can't stand that baby! It makes my cock so hot! I can't take it!"
Though he begged and he even pulled at her hair to get her to stop, she kept sucking his shaft into her mouth.
And as he squirmed under her and she knew how excited she was making him, she took more and more of his hot and throbbing meat into her ardently sucking mouth.
She went crazy when she felt the hardness and the burning pulse of his prick pole lunging deep into her mouth, and she pushed her face down on it until his cock was pushing against' the back of her throat.
"Baby! Stop!" Bobby looked out the window and saw a family coming from the concession stand.
It was a father and a mother with three little kids and they all were holding cotton candy.
There were going to pass right by the car.. :
"Randi, there are people coming!"
Randi pulled all the way up his shaft and let the hot and dripping prick head pop from between her tight and loving lips.
"Just say I have a headache and that's why my head is in your lap." As she said this, she kept her tightly clutching hand at working fucking the foaming pole of his trembling and aching organ...
And then she plunged right back down, taking all of his cock into her mouth and covering his open fly and her cock filled lips with her hand.
She lay very still and it looked for all the world like she was just sleeping peacefully in his lap.
But even as she lay still, looking like a sweet sleeping child,, her tongue was going wild, lapping and licking and squirming under his cock, making the sensitive and pulsing underside of the shaft smolder with the wet velvet het of her talented tongue muscle...
And the family passed by the car, and of course the kids looked in the window.
The car windows were rolled up, but Bob could clearly hear one of the kids turn to his mother and say, "Mommy, look! That girl fell asleep! You were afraid we would fall asleep 'cause it's past our bedtime but we aren't! That girl's asleep and she's even older than us!"
The little brat was pointing into the car and he was holding up the rest of the family as they walked by the car.
The father nodded to Bob apologetically and hurried the kid along, saying, "Well, that girl is showing better sense then all of us. We should be at home asleep! Instead we're watching a giant angle worm eating Ford Pintos!"
And when the family was gone, Randi began her slow sensuous sliding up and down his prick once more.
And her tongue had kept so wonderfully busy even while the family had been clustered outside the window that his cock hadn't lost any of its heat or its hardness, even though he had been scared shitless...
And as she sucked his cock and squeezed at his balls to urge the come from his sack and up his throbbing fuck-shaft, Bob slid his hand up under her dress to hand fuck her teeming twat...
She moaned with her mouth full of cock and the moan sent a vibrating thrill all through the length of his cock and made him bite his lip.
"Randi, don't suck any longer unless you want your mouth full of come!"
"Mmmmm mmm mmm!! ! ! " she moaned in response and she began to blow him with faster, longer and more emphatic strokes.
And he realized how thirsty she was for the creamy spurt of his spunk into her mouth...
So he relaxed and let himself feel the full sensation of her tongue as it wriggled under his rod and worked frantically to heat his pulsating prick to the point where his come would burn and boil and at last shoot up out of his slit...
And she plunged on his come-ready cock again and again and she coaxed the come from his balls into his shaft, hoping that she would feel the thick cream of his jizz jetting out from his fiery little prick slit at any moment.
And then his fingers found her clit and he realized from the way she squealed even as her mouth was stuffed with come-filled cock flesh --. that that was the way to make her come this time.
Sometimes she liked that cock-like feel of his fingers slicing up high inside her suck-slit, but at other times she liked to have him rub her red-hot and erect clit-button until she came...
And from the moment his fingertips delved deep in the lush outer lips of her cunt and found themselves in contact with her straining, hard little clitty, he knew that she would come soon if he just stoked that little pounding red rod as if it were a tiny cock...
So with his wet and slippery fingers he began rubbing her clitoris and she became even more wonderfully wild as she sucked down around his cock.
"Suck cock, Randi! Suck me and make me come!" he cried.
She pushed a hand inside her briefs so that she could fondle the flesh of his balls as she sucked him off.
And she grasped the base of his shaft and jacked him off up and down with short quick strokes even as she sucked fervently round his aching and come-loaded fuck pole...
She wanted to jerk every last bit of his creaming jizz off into her mouth!
And she was worming her slit against his hand as he tenderly beat off her tiny fuck rod...
And she let out a long drawn out humming sigh of release and he knew that she was beginning to come.
And the feel of her humming, trembling mouth and lips surrounding his cock in the moist, hot cunt-like cavern finally sent him shooting over the edge and he leaned back against the seat and clenched his eyes shut, concentrating to feel the first jerk of his jetting jizz zapping from his searing prick slit into the hungrily sucking hole of her marvelous mouth,. .
And he slipped two of his fingers up inside her flowing wet hot fuck slit as she came, pressing his thumb against her clit and twirling it gently but rapidly as his fingers screwed up into the sucking, red slash of her lovely young slit...
"Babyyyyyyyy!" he yelped and he felt the first bullet of his burning spunk spew out the top of his prick and slap against the back of her throat.
And she rammed her fuck-slot down hard on his fingers as she felt him begin to shoot, and she, sucked with the rapid spasms of her coming cunt, drawing off each charge of his jerking jism as it shot up his shaft and spilled out into her lapping and gulping mouth.
She made hungry sounds that showed she loved it as he arched his hips up to lunge the full length of his jizzing prick up into her thirsty sucking oral oven...
And she was gulping fiercely to get all of his come down her throat, and it was as if her throat were parched and had been waiting for a long, long time for the milky, soothing frothing of his spurting come...
And she grasped and squeezed coaxingly at his ball sack, emulating the squeezing rhythm of her cunt around his cock...
He pumped his prick juice into her until he had no more... and her orgasm ebbed and he felt her cunt becoming calm... it sucked gently, almost sleepily at his fingers...
"Whew..." said Randi.
"Whew," Bob agreed.
On the screen, the giant angle worm was writhing in agony as it burned atop a flaming vat filled with gasoline...
CHAPTER THREE
When they pulled out of the drive-in they were still in such a mellow mood from their love making that they didn't stop to think that the goons would be waiting to take their revenge on them.
But as they rode down Highway 80, Bob looked in the rear view mirror to see what kind of car was following them so closely.
"Holy shit..."
Randi turned and the goons were close enough to them that she could see them wave and leer...
"Gee! Bobby! What do you think that they'll do?"
Bobby didn't have a chance to answer because they felt a hard jolt as the goons rammed their car into the back of Bobby's Mustang.
"Fuck those mothers!" he cried, "They don't care shit what happen's to that crate of Thompson's, but Jesus, I don't want my car all bashed to hell!"
He floored the accelerator and there was a loud screech as he laid a long track of burning rubber down the highway.
The goons gave them a run for their money as Thompson put the Chevy into fourth gear and growled after them.
Randi looked over at the speedometer and cringed when she read 100 m.ph.
"Oh Bobby!" she cried.
She was terribly frightened and she wanted to hug him but she knew that at that speed she shouldn't interfere with his driving.
"It's alright babe, be cool," he said, sounding incredibly calm.
There was a semi ahead of them and he pulled in front of it with a smooth twist of the wheel and before Randi could turn back to look at it, it had dropped back out of sight.
The Chevy had taken awhile to hit maximum speed, but now it was sailing along and it was once again close behind them.
They were nearing the Worthington limits and the speed limit signs read 35, but Bobby kept his gas pedal firmly to the floor.
Bobby closed her eyes and prayed for the first time in three years.
"Dear God, if I ever get out of this, I promise I won't spend two hours in the bathroom putting on my makeup when Dad has to get ready for work.
"I promise that I'll never argue with Mom and Dad and I'll even wear a bra if Dad insists..."
She opened her eyes and was amazed to see that they were barreling down her street.
"Now when I pull up in front of your house, you jump out baby."
"But what about you?"
"It's you I'm worried about, Randi. If they caught up with us, I don't know what they'd do... They might try and hurt you."
"But what about you?" Randi asked, "If I'm with you maybe they'd feel like they couldn't hurt you so bad. I'd be a witness..."
"Baby, don't worry! I can take care of myself. Besides, they aren't going to catch me. All I have to do is keep roaring down the road and that old Chevy... shit, the motor'll melt before they ever catch me!"
For some reason, maybe a bizarre sense of chivalry, Bobby tried to turn info the driveway of Randi's house.
He made it but not before using the pine tree at the driveway entrance as a buffer.
There was a load crack and the small tree leaned over at a crazy angle.
"Horseshit. There went my paint job..."
Randi was wondering what she was going to say to her parents about the tree when Bob pushed her door open and shoved her out.
"Run baby, run inside!" he shouted, and she gazed in benumbed wonder as he slammed the door shut and began to back out to the street. But before he could back out, the Chevy came charging up the street with a deafening roar and Bob had no time to back out the driveway, so he turned right onto the lawn and made a fast and hard circle, and he screeched back onto the street, passing the Chevy in the opposite direction.
Thompson jammed on the brakes, but he was going so fast and his brakes were so poor that he skidded a full block and a half before screaming to a halt.
The Chevy backed up and turned around and roared off after Bob; the goons were so involved in the heat of their pursuit that they didn't even notice Randi standing in the driveway, totally benumbed by the intensity and rapidity of the whole experience.
She looked at the lawn; it was torn up my the heavy tread of Bob's tires.
The tree leaned sadly over to one side.
She looked toward the house .and saw the light go on in the kitchen.
She was going to have to face the music on this one, and it wasn't going to be sweet.
Her father approached her as she stood frozen in the night breeze.
He was wearing a robe and his slippers crackled on the pebbles of the driveway.
He surveyed the scene.
He looked at his daughter, who was already looking like a whipped puppy.
"Good Lord..." he said.
"Bobby? Bobby Hendricks?" he asked.
She shut her gaping mouth and tried to remain stoic.
"Tell me if it was the young criminal!"
Her lower lip began to tremble.
He clenched Randi's shoulders and shook her wildly.
"Tell me!! ! ! "
The girl began to shudder, shaking hard even when he stopped his angry wracking of her body.
He felt the way she was shuddering and he became worried.
"Randi? Are you alright? What's wrong?"
The girl begin to sob and tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Randi, honey, what is it?"
"I was scared!" she cried out and she began to cry and shake so much that Maury took her in his arms.
"My girl... my little girl... what happened?"
"Nothing... nothing bad, Dad... I just was afraid that... that..."
She couldn't finish because she collapsed in tears. , Maury walked her to the house, keeping his arm around her. .
When they got inside he fixed her some tea.
Kay came out in her nightgown and sat at the table and joined them.
Kay didn't ask what was wrong, she knew that she would find out.
She simply put her hand through Randi's hair to show that she was with her and she wanted to hear what was bothering her.
Randi told the story and stressed that Bob had acted like a hero and had saved her from possible rape.
"But that thug could have gotten you killed! How fast was he driving?"
"I don't know, maybe a little bit over the speed limit..."
"I tell you, Kay," said Maury, "We have to put a stop to this. Don't we?"
Kay nodded. "Yes, I don't think that boy is a good influence."
"He's the best influence! He acted like a gentleman!"
"A gentleman wouldn't get in a situation where he goads four hoods to go after him! It was his fault that they were chasing you anyway! Why don't you hang out with a nice boy? A boy that plays chess or something!" Maury asked, exasperation making his voice rise.
Randi stared deep into her tea cup.
"Three weeks," Maury finally announced. "We'll have to ground you for three weeks."
"Three weeks!" Randi shrieked. It seemed like an eternity.
"But Dad it wasn't my fault!" she insisted.
"Yes, I know... But Randi, three weeks will give you some time to think about what you're doing... and if you don't go out with that thug for three weeks, it will give me time to talk to you and maybe get you to see the light."
"I don't want to see the light!" she cried, and she ran from the kitchen and they heard the slam of her bedroom door.
She slammed the door so hard that it shivered the house and Kay and Maury both gave involuntary shudders; when Randi was hurt, they felt hurt too.
It was as if the slammed door was a physical blow to them.
They didn't say a word to each other for a long while they gave out alternate sighs.
Then at last Maury said, "C'mon on Kay. Let's turn in."
He reached out his hand and took hers and they went down the hallway towards their room.
They passed Randi's door and Maury stopped. He raised his hand to knock.
"No Maury. You know that it won't do any good. Let's leave her alone. If she's going to be around for three weeks, we'll have plenty of time to talk to her."
So they passed on down the hall to their room and got into bed.
They lay staring at the ceiling and holding hands and thinking about Randi.
"They say that it's the hardest time of your life when you're a teenager," Kay said. "You feel everything so intensely."
"I think it's harder to be a parent of a teenager, because you know what the kid is going through, but you can't do anything but act like the uptight parent. It's like some kind of trap. There's nothing you can do to keep yourself from looking like an ogre," Maury said.
"Maybe so... I remember when I was her age. I know that everything seemed to be so filled with... I don't know life, I guess. Everything was so vital," Kay reflected.
"And now that we've grown up, I think that we don't feel things as much. Growing up is a way that we have of shedding pain," Kay said, waxing sleepily, philosophical, "They talk about growing pains... not only do we grow, we lose the pain...", Kay yawned. "Did that make sense?"
"I don't think so, but I understood it."
"That's what I love about you Maury. You know what I mean even when I don't."
She rolled over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then she rolled over on her other side with every intention of going to sleep.
But Maury didn't feel in the least sleepy. "Don't you think that older-people feel... things more deeply? I mean, maybe it is more intense when you're young, but don't, you think that it's all compensated for by growing wiser and feeling things at a more profound level?"
"Maury, go to sleep."
"But really, honey. Don't you think that growing older is an enriching thing? It would be terrible to think that all it means to get older is that your skin dries out and your mind dries out and you can't feel things as strongly."
Kay was silent. "Kay?"
"Maury, growing old is wonderful. But one thing that growing old means is that you need more sleep. So Maury..."
"Do you really think we're that old? I mean, Jesus, we're hardly even middle aged!"
"Yes Maury, we're just a couple of kids. And it's past my bedtime. So please..."
Maury began to rub her back.
"What are you trying to start?"
"Nothing, nothing..."
He kept rubbing her back and she sighed and then he pulled up her nightgown so that it was all the way under her arms.
"Maury, really..."
"I'm not doing anything. I just want to kiss you."
He began kissing her naked back.
Her flesh was still smooth and felt warm against his lips.
For a woman 38 years old, Kay was in incredible shape.
She had reddish-brown hair that sparkled in daylight and in the night it seemed to give off reddish sparks.
She kept her hair rather short, and it looked good on her because it revealed fully the marvelous shape of her face.
She had a rather heart shaped face, a face that was made for loving.
Maury called her "my valentine," and she thought it was silly.
But he really thought of her as his walking valentine.
Her lips reminded him of a heart too.
They were full and she loved to wear bright red lipstick to complement the almost wicked red highlights that flashed in her hair.
She was attractive as any woman in Worthington Ohio.
Whenever she walked down the main street, the older men would turn their heads and even the young toughs that were dragging down the street in their souped up coupes would slow and watch her walk by.
It made Maury proud to have her for his wife.
She had a kindness and vulnerability that he cherished and an intelligence that he highly respected.
He knew that she was the best thing that could have happened to him.
He wondered why the hell he was thinking of that scene in the park.
The scene with Janie... her lovely young legs spread wide as she clutched at the boy's ass and begged for more and more cock...
He didn't want to think about that scene anymore.
He wanted to forget it and what it was doing to his mind.
And as he kissed Kay's back, he must have let out a desperate sigh because she turned over suddenly.
"What's wrong, Maury?"
She was facing him now and he felt the heaving warmth of her ample bosom billowing against him. "What makes you think there's anything wrong?"
"You made a noise... like there was something bothering you. The kind of noise that you make when you have a bad dream."
"What noise do I make when I have a bad dream?"
"It's kind of a muffled scream. I've heard that sound a lot lately."
"Does it wake you up?"
"Sometimes... What are you dreaming about? Why do you make those noises?"
"I... I don't know. These are hard times for the store."
"It's more than that. There've been so many changes lately. Like the way you've been exercising and this health food kick and now I saw that you've just bought some hair dye."
"Well... I... suddenly realized, I'm getting old. And I don't want to. So I'm doing what I can to slow down the process."
"That's fine. I think it's good that you want to be in shape and that you have a sense of wanting to look as good as you can. But you shouldn't be tortured by it!"
She dropped her hand down and trailed it up his thigh.
Her fingers slowly explored the area around his crotch and then she gently seized his balls and began to fondle and caress them lightly.
He inhaled sharply.
"What are you trying to start?" he asked.
"Nothing, baby. I just know that you're restless so I thought I'd give you a little relief."
Her hand was warm and knowing at his balls; she was a wonderful sexual partner and she knew by now every little movement and motion that turned him on.
She had devoted herself to him and she had devoted herself to being a good lover for him ever since that first time they had slept together.
As she took her other hand and applied it to his shaft and began the slow and sensually thrilling strokes up and down his rising rod, he thought back to that first time...
He knew that she was too tired to make love to him right now and that when she said that she was going to give him "relief' she meant that she was going to masturbate him with her fingers and make him come, either in her hand or in her mouth, because she loved him and she loved to make him come even when she was too tired to make love.
So as she slowly and almost dreamily stroked at his cock, letting his loosely grasping fingers ride up and down on the shaft and make him arch his pelvis up to meet the downstrokes of her fist, he let his mind wander back to that day eighteen years ago when they had first made love.
They had decided that they would get married and though Kay had been brought up strictly to be a "good girl," she was also a vital and lusty young thing and when she heard Maury propose, she had said, "Yes, yes!! "
And then she had given him a hot and deep kiss, and she had taken his hand and led him to her bed.
She was staying in a college dormitory at the time, and the bed was a very narrow, so they had to lay close together to fit on it.
And then she embraced him and said, "Make love to me."
They had gone to bed together before, and they had even been in bed together nude, but they had never gone all the way.
Maury wondered if she meant that she wanted them to make love the way that they always had or if she wanted him to go all the way with her.
He opened his mouth to ask her and she filled his mouth with her hot tongue and she reached down and started to unbuckle his pants.
He didn't have to ask then. He knew.
"Honey... I don't have any protection... What if... you know..."
"Don't worry Maury, my period is due tomorrow and I'm as regular as clockwork!"
Her hand had undone his belt and he couldn't find it in himself to protest further.
He kissed her fervently and he tangled his hands in her hair and then he let his hands slide down her back to her ass and he gripped it through the fabric of her dress.
She took her hands away from his fly and grabbed his ass too so that they could grind their rapidly heating crotches together .
He wanted her so desperately that his cock was already fully erect as he rotated it against the pressing, warm and pounding mound of her cunt.
She was moaning as she whirled her ass and arched in toward him, reveling in the feel of his hardness against the moistening mouth of her pussy.
"I want you. I want you madly!" she cried. And she humped her cunt into him with fierce motions of her wonderful round and compact young ass.
He pulled up her dress until most of it was gathered around her shapely waist and he ran his hand over the exposed length of her leg as they continued to exchange hot and panting wet kisses.
She was licking his lips and lunging her tongue into his mouth with a passion that he hadn't felt before.
And he realized that before when he had been with her that she had tried like hell to hold back.
She had an extremely sensuous nature and she had been afraid that if she let herself go that she wouldn't know when to stop...
But now, she knew that she wasn't going to stop, and she was releasing every bit of her bottled up desire...
And she took her hands from her ass and fiddled further with his fly.
She had never been so aggressive before and it surprised him and delighted him.
He wanted to take and he had wanted to take her for two years, and now as she tugged at his boxer shorts and began to pull them off his legs, he found that he was so excited that his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
He didn't want to let her go for a second, but she was so hot to get his briefs off that he could restrain her as she slid down his legs and untied his shoes so that she could get his pants and his underwear off.
"Oh, Kay, baby..." he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, but there were no words for it.
She undid his shoes and pulled them off and then she took off the trousers and shorts...
She looked up at him from the end of the bed and her eyes twinkled, and just from her face he could tell that he was going to have the love making session of his life.
She bent down and began kissing up his legs and licking and nibbling at his flesh.
She came up his calves and his thighs slowly and he was so aroused that his cock would jump involuntarily with each little lapping movement of her tongue along the insides of his thighs...
And then her mouth was at his balls
And she stretched out her long and lovely pink tongue and she washed the wide and raspy flesh of it against the sensitive sack...
He let out a low moan of pleasure and she looked up from the juncture of his legs and smiled.
She knew that he was watching every little motion of her mouth around his balls, and it excited her.
She put on an erotic show for him, letting him see her tongue flash out as she applied it tenderly to his balls, wetting them with the warm, stroking licks of her marvelous mouth muscle and making him wriggle with the exquisite sensuous torment...
And then she let her fingers brush all along his stomach and down into his bush; she teased him with her fingertips as she began sucking one ball and then the other deep into her mouth.
And then she closed both her hands around his cock and she had him in her loving grip-She jerked the taut and sensitive skin of his prick over and over the hard and engorged core of his prick until he screamed out with the fantastic sensation.
She wanted him in her mouth now, wanted to feel the hard throb of cock flesh in her mouth, but she didn't know if he would be shocked...
His penis was beginning to foam with his love stuff and it dripped and poured all down the trembling shaft of his prick, and her hands opened a little to allow the slippery fuck-oil to stream over the flesh of his bulging rod so that she could use it to lubricate her fist fucking...
He knew that she was wondering whether to take his cock in her mouth. He was astonished that she would want to.
But he had sucked her cunt many times before and she had loved it and now she was ready to return the favor.
He now understood that the only reason she hadn't done it before was that she was afraid that he would get so hot for her that he would just have to plunge all of his aching cock deep into the quenching warmth of her pussy...
And she was more afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop him because she would want the same thing...
But now, they were going to "do it" and she let herself go.
She at last parted her lips slightly and she took the head of it inside her mouth.
He couldn't believe the wonderful wet warmth of the sensation!
He twisted up her wriggling tongue as she dived down on his prick, taking fully half the shaft into her mouth as she snaked her tongue along the throbbing underside of it.
He reached down and clutched at her head, so intense was the sensation that her tongue was sending through the quivering stalk of his foaming fuck pole as she writhed it hotly against the thick vein that was pumping steaming hot blood up the long rigid bar of his penis...
She plunged down and down again on his cock and she was blowing him with the erotic expertise of a hooker as she sucked and licked and lapped at his frothing prick.
She lapped up all of his love stuff as the thick and creamy head appeared in crystal beads at the tip of his dick.
"Kay... baby! I... I don't know if I can hold back..."
He was not used to the plush clench of her mouth sucking and diving down on his throbbing, aching and come-bloated prick shaft.
It was so much better than just the hand job that he had become accustomed to...
She reluctantly pulled off of his rod.
But even when she let it fall from her mouth, she couldn't leave it completely alone.
She picked it up in her hand and massaged it and tugged the tight-stretched skin over and over the raging hard rod of his cock core as she talked.
"Don't come, Maury, don't come until you can be inside me."
He sat up on the bed and began to unbutton her blouse, but she stopped him.
"You have always been the one to start things, Maury. Let me be the one to make love to you this time!
"I was always so afraid to let myself go with you because I found you so attractive and I loved you so much!
"But now that we're going to make love, I want to be the one who does all the work -and you can be the one that just lays there, okay? Let me please! I feel like I owe it to you!"
And so Maury merely lifted his arms to let her take of his shirt, and then he was totally naked.
She unbuttoned her blouse and stood up from the bed.
She let her blouse fall from her hand like a lingerie leaf from a shapely young willow and then she undid her bra, slowly with the arch looks of a stripper.
She pulled it off and Maury was aware of a steaming surge of pounding passion in his prick as the lovely round tits bounced into view.
They were as large as grapefruit but they were infinitely more suckable.
And the nipples had come to life, standing out about half an inch from their silver dollar sized, maroon halos...
And he knew that he had been instructed just to lie back and relax, but now he found the sight of her tits so exciting that he couldn't refrain from reaching out toward her boobs to stroke and fondle their soft flesh...
And Kay was so excited that she forgot that she didn't want him to be aggressive and she moved toward him as he groped toward her tits.
She was longing to feel his hands on them... and his hot and sucking mouth...
So she approached him and he pressed his palms firmly against the yielding flesh and the girl bent down over him a little and he knew that she wanted him to take her tits right into his mouth...
So he caressed them for just an instant longer, feeling the tips hard and so hot against his hands that they seemed to burn like branding irons...
And then he let his hands slide around her back as he bent her body down to his mouth as she stood by the bed.
She breathed in deeply and her tits heaved just as they swung down over his face and his cock gave a little leap at the titillating sight.
The jump of his jizz-stick must have caught her attention because she reached for his rampant rod as she lowered her boobs against his eager mouth.
And she wrapped her slender fingers around the thick and throbbing shaft, jerking it off with slow and firm strokes that sent an electric jolt of pleasure all up and down his long, trembling fuck pole...
He nuzzled his face in between her twin tits and then he decided to concentrate on the left one.
So he opened his mouth and sucked in the entire hot and pulsing tip of the breast and she gulped hard with the sudden shock of desire that was telegraphed from her tit point all the way to her trembling, juicing twat.
"Maaaauuuuuuury..." she whispered and she pulled urgently at his cock.
His prick was still wet and slippery from her mouth-fucking of his shaft so she was able to increase the speed of her strokes up and down his quivering fuck pole until he found himself biting down a bit on her tender and straining nipple...
"Ahhhh!" she cried, and Maury opened his mouth wide, in a panic.
"Jesus! Did I hurt you?"
"No, Maury, it was just so intense!! ! It... it made a sudden drip go all the way down my leg...
And as she continued to pound down around his raging, lust-redden rod with her slender fingered fist, he unfastened her dress and it fell to her feet.
He saw how wet her crotch was and he couldn't believe it.
She was so excited that he saw that what she had said was right: her panties were entirely soaked through, and there was a little droplet of her cunt juice tracing a dewy path all the way down the inside of her leg.
She was so ready to be fucked that he could see the lips of her cunt blossoming open; they were red and hungry and they were so clearly visible through her panties that they seemed to be trying to eat their way out of them from the inside...
He hurried pulled the panties down her legs and she just as hurriedly stepped out of them.
He wanted to be inside her so bad that his cock gave another gush of pre-fuck foam and he felt it streaming over the girl's fast fucking fingers.
Her pussy was right before his eyes, and it looked so fucking suckable .that he had to reach behind her and grab her ass and pull the panting, dripping pussy slit toward him...
He licked at the tender flesh all around her cunt, the sensitive flesh at the joining of her cunt with her legs... and then he plunged his worming tongue tip deep into the canal of her red suck slash...
"Maury!" she squealed, and her hand was flying up and down his shaft now, and there was so much of his fuck oil oozing out of the head that flecks of the foam were spattering on the bed as she beat ardently at the throbbing, stiff and aching meat of his organ. And she couldn't stand there any longer with his tongue assailing her pussy so erotically so she swooned on the bed and she rolled over on her back.
"Take me, Maury! Please don't make me wait!" she said, her voice filled with the agony of her extreme arousal.
And Maury didn't need any further urging as Kay pounding her fist down and down and down on his prick...
So he rolled over and spread her legs and she guided his dripping long dick to her twat slot.
And when he was at the rim of her red suck hole he paused for a moment.
She looked up at him and said, "Push it in, baby. Let me feel all of you way deep inside of me..."
So he pulled back his buttocks and with a slow lunging motion he eased the frothing head of his throbbing fuck rod into the eager, palpitating clutch of her hot and willing cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhh!" they cried out together as they felt the plunge of his hard and pounding cock meat wedging up inside the hungry suck mouth of her wonderfully tight and yet yielding young cunt.
There was nothing like it in the world! the young girl thought, and Maury, who had had sex with only two other girls was thinking the same thing.
He felt that until this moment he had really been a virgin.
Never had lovemaking been so complete, and never had a cunt felt so warm and wet and willing and so loving...
Her slit sucked at his cock and he had to suck in his breath with a sigh as he felt his prick penetrating deep, deep into her...
And thea his prick was pushing against her hymen.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at him with just a trace of fear.
She put her hands on his shoulders and gave a brave smile.
"Go ahead Maury. I want you all the way up inside of me."
And she tightened her grip on his shoulders, bracing herself for the hard thrust that would break her hymen.
And Maury never took his eyes off hers as he pulled back a little and gave a short and strong thrust up into her eager and dripping tight suck hole...
And there was only the slightest rending feeling...
Kay blinked as if she couldn't believe that that was all there was to it.
But he was suddenly all the way up inside her, and the feeling was so fantastic two both of them that they said nothing; they merely began to fuck with such conviction and such naturalness that it seemed that they must have been doing it for years.
And yet every wet and aching hot sensation was more wonderful than anything they had ever felt before.
Kay was sighing and groaning and Maury tried to play the strong and silent man as he slid his hard prick way up into the sucking slit of her wonderful young pussy.
But then she began to writhe and twist and buck under him, screwing round and round and up and down on his cock to complement his every plunge into her deep, kissing and licking love box...
And he couldn't keep from moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, Kay, that's so good, you feel so good my love!" he whispered, his voice quavering with the passion that was surging through him.
And he rammed in and out of her tender twat with sure, slow strokes until her hands clasping his shoulders moved down to his ass and began to squeeze his butt with an insistence that told him that she was ready for harder and quicker thrusts into the twisting, soft and sucking tunnel of her cunt...
And he was more than willing to give her harder and faster fuck strokes, so as she began to whimper with a rhythm that showed exactly how fast her cunt was demanding to be fucked, he slid his cock all the way out and then he slipped it back in with a fierceness born of his consuming desire for her.
And he slammed his jizz-stick right into her twat as she begged for more with her hot little whimpers and she wriggled under him as he pushed up her twat hole so that she would get every bit of his rod...
He rammed into her again and again and he had never thought that he would go this long without shooting the amazing amount of fuck stuff that was building up in his balls.
But there was a whole new plane of pleasure that he was experiencing as he sliced his shaft deep into her loving fuck tunnel.
It was so wet and warm as it clutched his cock in its affectionate kiss that he was fucking and thrusting into it without even thinking that he would come.
He felt as if he could arch his ass up and slam his shaft up her wonderful tight twat forever and ever...
But then she started screwing her pussy mouth down frenetically over his cock, and the rim of her love hole was sliding down his pole with a sensational sucking force as it pounded down toward his swinging ball sack.
She was going to come!
That was something that he hadn't reckoned with.
He assumed that he would have trouble holding back and he had been afraid that he wouldn't be able to satisfy her.
But her cunt rim was kissing against the swinging, come-filled sack of his balls, and she was so eager to have all his hot meat stuffing her ravenous cunt that he knew that she would climax at any moment.
And her cunt went wild.
As she dug her nails into his ass and threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream, he felt the first frantic spasms of her clutching cunt.
It twitched around his ramming rod so firmly and urgently that suddenly he knew that he would have to come too, and soon.
But he held back his boiling come as long as he could, because he wanted to feel a woman come...
It was the first time he had felt the sensation and he wanted to feel it fully.
So he clenched his teeth and contracted the muscles of his balls sack to hold onto his come for just a moment longer as her little snatch snuggled down around his pole and tried so hard to suck it off with the quick and clenching ripples of its climax.
Her cuntal walls were collapsing and expanding alternately against the thick thrusting flesh of his hard prick, and her fingers were clasping and unclasping his ass with the same spasmodic twitches.
It was so wonderful to feel her body going out of control with passion as he drove his fuck shaft all the way up into the liquid sucking center of her.
She was impaled on his prick and shuddering all around it as she came and he marveled at the way this normally reserved girl was going crazy all around his driving cock shaft.
And it was so exciting to him that he couldn't hold on any longer and he began to shoot.
The boiling foam of his fuck cream rocketed out of his prick and shot all the way up her fuck hole until it slapped against the back wall of her still coming cunt.
And she felt him firing his foam off inside her and she clasped his ass hard and pumped' her pussy up and down on his cock, fucking him with everything she had to make sure that he shot all of his steaming creamy load off into her.. '.
And he bucked and fucked into her and they both were breathing wildly and calling out each other's names as they came and came and came...
And as he recalled that amazing first orgasm inside Kay's cunt, he felt his cock swell with the sizzling spunk of his jizz and Kay's hand was pumping at his dripping prick and he knew that he was going to shoot off in her hand as she masturbated him...
And she knew that he was going to come and so she kept fucking him with one fist while with the other hand she opened her hand and glided the palm over his cock head, rubbing it round and round to heat up the tip of his prick so that he would jet his jizz right up against her hand.
"Let it go lover," she whispered in his ear, and her voice sounded so sweet and sexy that he did just that.
His jizz pumped up through the hollow hole in his fuck shaft and he felt the hot searing liquid surging up and up the pole of his prick and he felt the first urgent spurt of the thick cream out of his piss slit...
And her hand kept moving round and round his prick head and her other fist was fucking his shaft as he bounced his ass up off the bed to shove more of his shaft through her fucking fingers.
And she kept up her marvelous cock massage as he jerked off all of his semen against her palm and she used all his cream as a lotion over his cock to lubricate him and fuck him harder with her fist to make sure that he shot everything that he had in his ball sack...
And she murmured to him lovingly that he should let it all loose and she kept murmuring and hand fucking him until he had spurted all his hot thick creamy gush out of the searing slit of his prick.
And she kissed him when it was all over and she got a Kleenex from the night table and wiped his belly and his cock and then she wiped her hands.
She kissed him tenderly and threw her arms around him and nuzzled against him.
And she was asleep in minutes.
Maury remained staring at the ceiling.
How could he be thinking what he was thinking?
When he had a loving wife like Kay how could he have the gall to see what his mind was projecting on the bedroom ceiling?
Janie... Janie... Janie...
He closed his eyes, but the movie showing against his eyelids was the same one.
Damn it all, he muttered mentally, damn it all...
CHAPTER FOUR
Randi was not having an easy time of it at home.
"I'm flaking out, Janie!" she said on the phone.
"It's like living in a prison! I haven't been out one night this week! I'm getting sick of TV..."
"Yeah, wow, your old man must be a real fuck head, huh?" commented Janie.
"No! Don't use words like that! I mean, Dad has really gone off the deep end this time, but he isn't a fuck head."
"Sorry."
"That's okay. Just the language you use sometimes..."
"Yeah, well... I'm growing up, y'know. We can't go around saying golly and gee whiz all our lives."
"I guess... Oh, gosh Janie, I'm so miserable. I might even do my homework I'm so bored!"
"You really are flaking out, aren't you?
"Listen, before you do something crazy like that, why don't you ask your folks if I can come over there? That would be okay, wouldn't it? Then I could keep you company."
"Maybe... gee, that would be great! Hold on, I'll ask Dad."
She put the phone down and dashed down the stairs from her bedroom to the living room.
"Dad, can Janie come over?"
There was a long pause. She thought for a second that Maury had been too absorbed in the evening paper and that he hadn't heard the question; but soon the paper went down and she saw his face.
There was an odd look on it, but Janie wanted to have an answer and get back to Janie and in her eagerness she made only the most casual note of his odd expression. "Janie...? "
"Yes Dad, Janie! You know, the girl that's been my best friend for absolute ages."
"Ah. Yes. Janie. Well." There was another long pause. "Dad."
"Hm."
"Can she?"
"Uh. Well. Uh. Have you finished your homework."
"Of course!"
"Well... I suppose... if you both go in your room and you're very "quiet."
"Sure!" she exclaimed, overjoyed that she would have company in her prison, and she turned and dashed up to her room to tell Janie the news.
Maury remained downstairs, feeling shell-shocked.
He didn't know if he should leave the house before Janie came over. He didn't know what he would feel when he saw her.
Half of his reason for grounding Randi had been the effect that the scene with Janie in the park had had on him.
He had got to thinking that Janie was the same age as Randi, and perhaps Randi was out in the park some night with that dreadful hood, Bobby.
And the thought had scared him so much that he wondered how he was ever going to have the faith in Randi to let her fend for herself.
He wished that he could just keep her in the house always.
He didn't want to make Randi feel rebellious, though.
He was aware that there was a danger that she would feel that he didn't trust her at all and that she would flaunt her freedom by screwing the must awful boys that she could find.
He was worried about the way to strike a middle ground.
He wanted to be able to share his feelings fully with Kay, but that would mean explaining the scene in the park.
And he didn't want to do that because he would have to explain the effect it had on him and the thoughts that had raced through his mind ever since.
Kay was in the basement ironing and he wondered if he should go down there and join her before Janie came over.
But he was still sitting there when he heard the front doorbell ring.
He went to answer it.
When he had just reached the door, Randi dashed in front of him and opened the door.
"Hi!" Randi shouted, and she grabbed her friends arm with such joy it was as if she hadn't seen another human being for months.
There was nothing that Maury could do but stand there and try not to look awkward as the girls embraced.
"Hello Mr. Fritz!" Janie said ebulliently.
She had her long, thick hair pulled back in a pony tail and she was wearing jeans and sneakers.
Maury felt a surge of shame at ever having felt lust for this girl who appeared now as such an obvious child.
And yet as the girl and his daughter bounded past him, he couldn't help seeing her ripe and full breasts straining and jouncing under the clinging cloth of her tight knit top.
She hadn't worn a coat and the cool night air had made the nipple contract and stand out.
Thankfully, the girls shot up the stairs and were gone before he could let his imagination wonder too far.
He walked weakly back to his chair and set down.
He tried reading the paper, but his mind kept wondering.
How could parents who had a daughter with boobs like that let her go out without a bra in such a tight top?
It wasn't fair.
He suddenly wondered if other older men had had the sorts of thoughts that he was having about Janie about his own daughter.
The idea made him groan.
He'd kill the bastard!! !
Wasn't that being a hypocrite, he asked himself.
Yes, but to hell with it! Where my daughter is concerned, I'll be a hypocrite and anything else that is required to protect her!
In spite of the young girl's proud tits, the sight of her in sneakers and jeans had calmed him.
She wasn't irresistible when she had on her typical teenage garb.
It was only when she was lying naked, her large young tits heaving as she panted for more prick to be stuffed up her pussy that she suddenly became unbearably exciting.
If he could only shake that image from his mind...
In Randi's room the talk had turned to horniness and depression.
"I think if I don't see Bobby soon that I'll die! I have to feel him kissing me and touching me...
Janie nodded in agreement.
"I need to feel someone on top of me jabbing their prick into my pussy," she announced.
"Randi! Shhhh! You talk too loud! What if my parents heard you?"
"I don't talk so loud. You just think I'm gross, that's what it is. Whenever I say something that's really how I feel, you go 'Shhhhhhh!'
"I think you should just grow up a little."
"I talk as dirty as anyone else but there's a time and place for it."
"Where's the time and place for it?" Janie inquired.
Randi let out a giggle. "When you're parked by Jones Lake and he's got his hand on your pussy and your hole is so wet that your fuck juice is dripping down your legs!! "
"What do you do when you're alone and you feel horny?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you play with yourself?"
"What?"
"C'mon, don't play dumb! Do you play with yourself."
"Urn..."
"You do I bet. I sure do. Some of my best orgasms come when I play with my clit."
"I don't."
Janie looked amazed.
"You don't play with yourself ever?"
"This is going to sound funny... but I don't know how. I mean, I tried a few times, but it didn't feel very good and I stayed dry..." She shrugged. 'So I gave up."
"Lock the door," said Janie.
"Why?" Asked Randi, a little worried about what her uninhibited friend might have in mind.
"I'm going to show you how to fuck yourself."
"Janie..."
"You are such a little ninny!" Janie got up and went to the door and locked it.
She stood at the door and began to unfasten her jeans.
"Janie, Jesus, don't! You're scaring me!"
"What the hell? It's very important that you learn to satisfy yourself. There are too many women that don't know how to masturbate!
"Men, those bastards! You know how easy it is for them to jack off?
"It comes natural to them. We women... well, we have to learn sometimes. I read this article in Ms. Magazine and they said that there a lot of women that never masturbate ever!
"But it's good for you! You learn about your body! It took me a while to find out how to make myself come, but wow, when I did, it was worth it!! ! "
Janie had undone her pants and she was pushing them along with her panties all the way down her well-fleshed, womanly legs.
"Janie, I won't look!" Randi exclaimed.
Janie kicked her pants and panties away and spread her legs wide.
She dropped her hand down to her bush and Randi got up suddenly and dashed to the door, but Janie was blocking it...
"Janie, let me out!! ! "
"Alright, be a scaredy cat. But as long as I have my beaver out, I think I might as well feed it.
"I try to give it something to suck on everyday and if it can't have cock, I give it my fingers..."
"Let me out!! ! ! ! " cried Randi.
Janie stepped calmly away and went to the bed and spread her legs and placed her hand gently over her cunt mouth.
Her pussy lips were already dewy with anticipation, and Randi momentarily had trouble tearing her eyes away from the girl's gushing red gash...
"Come back in about fifteen minutes. I should be done by then," Janie smiled at her wickedly. She liked shocking her friend.
Janie herself hadn't thought for a moment that she would go this far, but there was something about Randi that made her act that way.
She was so easily shocked, and she seemed to look at Janie as if she were some type of authority on love and sex.
Janie wanted to keep Randi in amiable awe. of her and so she found herself in this situation which, truth be known, she found as odd as Randi did.
Randi pulled her eyes away from her friends glistening fuck mouth and opened the door and went out into the hall.
Janie realized as Randi shut the door from the outside that the door was no longer locked, but she knew that Randi wouldn't let anyone come in the room.
So she lay her hand back on the pillow and began to finger the slithery wet slit of her young cunt.
She hoped that Randi's curiosity would bring her back... She honestly wanted to teach her friend the joys of masturbation.
But as Janie started to jam her fingers into the runny red hole of her pussy, Randi darted down and Janie had underestimated how very disconcerted her friend would be when she fingered her cunt in front of her.
Just as Janie started to jam her fingers into the runny red hole of her pussy, Randi darted downstairs. Janie had underestimated how disconcerted her friend would be when she fingered her cunt in front of her.
"Randi?" Maury called as his daughter flew out of the house.
Maury got up and looked out the window and saw her running down the street at full speed.
What had happened upstairs to make her fly out like that?
Maury looked up the stairs and waited for Janie to come down...
But Janie was immersed in what she was doing.
She was slicing her slit with her fingers and moaning low in her throat as she bounced her compact, beautiful little ass up and down on the bed.
She spread her legs so that they dropped off either side of the bed...
She wanted her beaver as open as possible so that she could fuck herself with fiery strokes in and out of her little fuck oven.
She pumped her dripping pussy up to meet her hand and she kept stabbing into her gash with incredibly hard strokes, pretending that her fingers were Larry's hard driving cock. She wanted all of his hard and creaming meat jamming up her jelly hole!
"Oh Jesus Larry, fuck me, fuck me!" she ranted, and her ass was moving wildly round and round as she screwed against her thrusting fingers.
She put all four of her fingers in her cunt and with her other hand she undid her blouse and palmed one of her jouncing, panting tits.
She rubbed over the mound of her breast with her palm and she felt the nipple jabbing gently into her hand as she caressed it...
She was digging the way that her cunt was heating up and her juice was streaming down from her salivating slit lips.
She loved to feel her own tits.
She was proud of the way that they stood up ripe and round even waen she was lying on her back being fucked...
She wished Larry was there and filling her tight twat with his ramming cock shaft!
She wanted a belly full of his jetting cream!
But she couldn't have him, so she did the next best thing.
She remembered a time when she had been with him...
It was after a school dance and he had taken her home and was kissing her in front of her door.
"Goodnight," he said. And he put his mouth lovingly to hers and they kissed for a long time.
She hadn't wanted him to leave.
So she snaked a hand down in between their bodies and cupped his cock with her palm.
He tensed with surprise, but as she began to move her hand round and round he loosened up and leaned against her and moaned.
Her parents sometimes watched her from the window when Larry brought her home so she made sure that her hand wasn't visible from the house.
She rubbed his rod and soon it rose to its full dimensions under the tight restraining fabric of his jeans.
God, her hand felt good!
Larry had been out with many girls, but Janie knew how to please a man's cock better than anyone!
And she was stroking his erect and aching organ with those long and loving caresses and whispering in his ear that she wanted him to come.
"I know I have to go in, baby, and my parents are probably wanting for me right in the living room... but I want to make you cream, Larry. I want to know that I excite you so much that I can make you cream right in your pants!"
And she grasped his cock more firmly through the material of his trousers and rocked his cock in her hand, making it burn and fill with his steaming jizz...
"Shoot it, baby, shoot it..."
Janie thought of how his wonderful long and throbbing shaft had felt under her hand.
And as she lay on Randi's bed with her fingers knifing in and in again into her leaking love slit, she longed for the thick hardness of his pounding cock to be stuffing her twat!
She wanted to feel the ramming heat of that big thick prick spreading the lips of her pussy far, far apart!
She wanted him to be slicing into her fuck slit and lunging so deep that her whole belly was filled with the steel hard heat of cock and more cock!! ! !
And her fingers fucked faster and faster into her little clasping wet pussy mouth...
She had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life.
"Larry! Larry!" she called, as if her voice could summon him right up inside her cock-starved cunt.
And she brought her feet up from the sides of the bed and she pressed her heels hard against her ass so that her knees were up in the air and splayed wide apart...
And she used her feet to help push her pussy up to meet the hard and urgent thrusts of her fingers up her hungry fuck hole.
The bed was going creakily crazy under her as her ass whirled round and round and she tossed and twisted on her fingers as she tortured her aching and fuck-hungry slit...
She wanted to come, but she was thinking too much about cock... long and lovely hot cock ramming into her hole and stuffing her pussy with frothing fuck meat!
She was going nuts with unfulfilled lust.
And she was also causing quite a racket.
Downstairs in the living room, Maury looked up from his newspaper.
He wondered what the devil Janie was doing in there to make the ceiling squeak like that over his head...
She was thinking of Larry and his incredible long thick prick and how much she wanted it and wanted to hold it and stroke it and make it cream.
She wanted to suck that immense and quivering organ until it shot its spunk deep into her sucking mouth!
And then she wanted to suck it deep inside her cunt! She wouldn't be happy until her belly was filled with his cock cream and it streamed down the walls of her cunt and splashed with rocketing force against the back of her pussy.
But she could only think about Larry and how she loved him and how she wanted to please him...
So her mind focused on the way his cock had felt in her hand as she gently jerked him off inside his pants in front of her parents house.
And at first she had been satisfied to feel the throb and heat of his meat through his pants.
But then his cock was so big and so appetizing that she had to feel the naked flesh of it in her fingers.
So she reached into his pants and grasped the shaft lightly and with teasingly tender strokes she masturbated his cock until he had to clutch her shoulders to keep control of himself.
And she knew that he was tremendously excited because his pre-come cream was coating his shaft and making her fingers slip and slide easily over his fuck flesh...
She heard the soft squish of his thick juice as she pounded her fist up and down his cock like a piston.
And he held her tight and whispered in her ear that she was wonderful and that he wanted to satisfy her too.
He held her tight in a hug and slipped his hand under the waist of her dress until he felt the bushy curls of her cunt mound and he massaged her slit through her panties.
He was so expert in his fingering of her cunt that even through her panties she felt like she could come in just a few seconds.
And inside his pants, Larry's underwear was filling up with his fuck juice.
She knew that his cock was equally full of his sizzling semen and she wanted to feel it splash hotly into her hand as she jacked off his magnificent member.
Her hand felt so good and his cock was so slithery and hot that he closed his eyes and thought of how much it felt like her loving cunt, slipping all the way up and down his frothing pole with insistent strokes and a slight screwing motion that demanded that he come and come and come...
It took his breath away when he though how sexy this girl was and how she turned him on.
She wanted to give him every pleasure of her body and give his body every pleasure that she knew or that he could teach her.
She was such and eager lover that she would sometimes make him feel that she had spoiled him for life.
He was still young, after all. And he loved girls!
And he wanted to have a good many of them while he was still young. But Janie was such a hot and foxy number that he wondered if he could ever appreciate the wiles of another woman!
She had everything that he wanted and she had the erotic appeal that he had only dreamed of.
Maybe this was what love was, he thought.
Her hand sliding up and down the length of his aching and come-filled cock was making him breathe hard, and as he slid his hand down inside Janie's panties to grab her juicing fuck mound, he felt her breath begin to match his.
He found the tender and throbbing canal of her outer cunt lips and ran two fingers up and down the gushing wet hot gash.
She had the most incredibly fuckable snatch that he had ever come inside!
He found her clit and squeezed it tenderly between his fingers and she humped her round and ripe ass in toward him to maximize the pressure of his pussy probing fingers against the tender tissues of her runny red-hot fuck slit.
Her hand was grasping his large, thick pole and her fingers were running up and down it like greased lightning.
"Come lover! Shoot your shit! Let me feel the fuck stuff shoot!! ! " she whispered urgently.
The front light over the steps where they were standing flashed on and off.
That meant that her parents had seen them and either Mom or Dad was subtly telling them to finish smooching.
Larry's hand stopped pinching her clit.
"Don't stop! Let's come! It won't take long! Please!" she begged him, and she kept her fist fucking over his cock so that he couldn't refuse her.
"But they've seen us!" he pointed out.
"They can't tell what were doing. They think that we're just hugging each other..."
Her hand was fucking his pole so insistently that he felt the fire of his come begin to rise and he gulped because he knew that of she kept it up he was going to have to fire all of his fuck foam...
He wanted to come!
"Let's hold each other and instead of . kissing, we'll talk," he suggested. "That way that they're looking, they'll see that we're just having a conversation and maybe they'll leave us alone. Maybe they'll just think that we're saying a long goodbye. They won't worry as much about us if we aren't kissing."
She nodded her agreement. "Okay, let's talk," she said.
She was wearing an impish grin because she knew her hand slipping around and up and then over his taut and straining fuck stick was doing to him.
She' knew from the constant stream of his fuck juice over her fucking fingers that he was so full of come he was burning and aching to jizz right in her hand...
Larry started caressing her clit again, and this time he stuck three fingers up inside her clutching young cunt and pressed his thumb against her clit as he thrust them far up into the sweet suck of her silken, moist warm snatch.
"I know, just what we can talk about," she said.
"What?" he asked, his voice sounding a little rough and lower than usual, because his cock was aching so much and he was so damn turned on.
"We can talk about how good it would be if you were creaming in my cunt!" she whispered wickedly.
His cock gave a little jump in her tight clasped fingers and she gave a smile at the way she had excited him with her lusty lewd words...
"Let's talk about how good it would feel to have my pussy sucking off your cock slowly and sweetly while you shove all of your hard and come -loaded cock up into me.
"And I would screw around and around on your prick, screw my tight little twat hole around and around and around... You'd feel the rim of if sucking and sliding over your cock like tight lips...
"My cunt would suck you like your cock was a big, thick straw and your cock cream was a big, thick milkshake and I wanted to get every last drop." Larry was getting so hot that he almost forgot himself and clutched her ass tight to bring her cunt hard up against his cock.
God, did he want to fuck her!
But her back was to the house and if her folks were watching, they would have seen his hand on her ass.
So he contented himself with surreptiously slipping his hand into her blouse, unbuttoning one the buttons so that he could slide his hand inside and palm one of her wonderfully large and ripe teenage tits.
He squeezed the tender boob and she went weak for a moment and had to lean against him to keep from falling as the fire of her desire shot from her hard and hot titty point all through the billowing flesh of her smooth round breast.
And she took her other hand and pressed it against his balls as she jacked off his shaft in her hand, sliding her fingers over and over and over his throbbing and straining cock-rod, demanding that he shoot and shoot everything that he had!
And remembering the feel of his hand on her breast at that moment, Janie caressed her hot and hard-pointed tit with her hand fervently even as she plunged her fingers deep inside her cunt and fucked the lush long tunnel of her writhing fuck hole...
Larry fondled and kneaded the heaving tit flesh and then he tenderly pinched the nipple that stood up so hotly from the ripe and shaking smooth skin of her breast mound.
"Come Larry! Come and shoot your fuck stuff into my hand! Think of my cunt and how much I want it in my cunt! Pretend my hand is my cunt..."
She rammed her looped finders down and down over his dripping dick and it was easy to pretend that the wet warm and fervent friction of her hand was really the hot suck of her cunt slit as it rode over and over his come-ready rod.
And then she began squeezing his cock with quick little spasms.
"You know what that is? Those little squeezes that I'm giving your cock? That's my cunt coming! Ohhhhhh! Feel it come!! ! ! "
And that did it.
Larry felt the come begin to boil in his balls as Janie squeezed and stroked and fondled them...
And the boiling jizz rose up his shaft in a burning rush and it kept rising until at last it spurted hard out of his searing piss slit.
It jizzed out so hard that he could feel it splashing against her hand and she let out a sigh of delight and didn't slow her rapid stroking of his cock and then suddenly she was moaning and the squeezes that she had given his cock were being duplicated by her cunt around his thrusting fingers.
And she fucked his coming cock even harder as her orgasm took hold of her pussy and her entire body shuddered with the delight of her climax.
And she jerked all around his fingers as her body went wild with the long awaited release of her orgasm.
On the .bed, Janie was bouncing her ass high off the bed to meet the fucking stroking of her fingers into her climaxing cunt mouth.
She was driving her slit down on her fingers hard and she took her hand from her breast and thrust a finger up her asshole, fucking her tight ass with the same frantic lunges that were jamming into her coming, juicing cunt.
She was calling for Larry and calling for his come to fill her hand and fill her mouth and fill her tender tight cunt...
And she let out a long and loud wail as she took her four fingers and plunged them as hard as she could into her pussy and lifted her ass all the way off the bed and slipped her finger all the way up her ass. "Janie?" said a voice.
Janie, abandoned to her passion cried "Yes, yes, yes!! ! ! ! "
And the bedroom door opened.
As the waves of her come washed over her and she was drifting back to the real world, she opened her eyes...
Mr. Fritz was standing in the door of the bedroom, transfixed by the young and beautiful girl as she lay there with her lovely long legs spread and her fingers filling her cunt and her ass, the juice of her passion dribbling between her thighs and straining the bedclothes beneath her still slightly spasming twat.
"Oops," said Janie.
CHAPTER FIVE
Maury didn't know what the hell to do.
The sight of that young and gorgeous girl... her long, thick hair streaming over the pillow, her legs spread wide and her fingers stuck far up her cunt...
He was shaking. . He should have just walked out, but he had already been standing there too long.
"Mr. Fritz?" Janie said, her voice sounding very high and very childlike. "What are you going to do?"
The girl was scared.
She was afraid that he was going to punish her, that he was horrified by the sight of her masturbating on his daughter's bed.
The problem was that he wasn't horrified.
He was aroused.
He didn't want to punish her.
He wanted to kiss her.
To take her in his arms and hold her tight and feel her young and yielding body clinging to his and he wanted to feel her...
He shook his head hard to clear it of the lewd thoughts that were filling it.
The poor young girl took this as a sign of anger. , His face was red and flushed and she was afraid that he would hurt her.
She was afraid to move.
Her legs were still wide-spread and her fingers were still buried deep in her cunt.
Maury saw how scared she was and he thanked God.
He took his cue from her and played the outraged parent.
"Janie! Get up. Put your clothes on!"
His voice was shaking, but this could easily be attributed to rage.
He was so thankful that the girl didn't regard his shaking and his flushing as anything but the natural signs of outrage.
She turned her back to him as she pulled her pants on over her still leaking love mound, and as she wriggled into her tight jeans he watched her young and round little ass worm into the tight pants.
He had to gulp at the sight. It was so erotic...
The girl buttoned her blouse and tucked it into her pants and she turned to face him.
She was looking at the floor and her face was almost bright red.
Suddenly Maury felt very sorry for her.
He didn't know what to say.
He supposed that he should offer some sort of scolding.
"Janie, my God, how could you do such a thing?"
The girl simply stared down at the floor and dug her toes into the carpet.
"Janie, my God," Maury repeated.
He was as much at a loss to know how to deal with the situation as she was.
"What were you doing?" Maury said, and he realized that was a totally ridiculous question.
They both knew too damn well what she had been doing.
Very quietly, the girl began to cry.
There were no sobbing sounds and her shoulders shook only a very little, but the crystal drops of her tears ran down her flushed cheeks and they dropped to the carpet at her feet.
Suddenly, there was no awkwardness in Maury's feeling's toward Janie.
She was once again a young girl, a girl that he could feel parental affection toward.
"If she would only keep her clothes on and act her age," he thought, "then maybe I could relate to her normally."
"Janie, Janie sit down."
She didn't look up, but merely shuffled toward the bed and sat there, staring at the floor.
Maury walked to the window and sat down on the window seat.
"Janie... What you were doing, I have no objections to. It's harmless enough... But that is certainly the sort of thing that you should have the graciousness and good sense to do in the privacy of your own home.
"It is not the sort of thing that you do in my house.
"And I think whatever happened up here between you and my daughter... well, that's your business, but I don't think that I want you to be with my daughter if you are going to upset her with... the crudeness of your sexual approach."
Janie looked up at Maury and her eyes met his; she seemed to be' struggling to keep her eyes level with his.
He admired her strength, and he felt a sudden rush of sympathy for her.
"Mr. Fritz, I'm sorry... I don't know why I did what I did... I think I upset Randi, and I'm sorry for that too.".
She tried to control her emotions but suddenly she couldn't any more and she collapsed on the bed crying.
Now Maury was really at a loss as to what to do.
He looked out the window, as if help might come from outside.
But there was only this girl and there was only him and there was nothing he could think of to do.
"I don't know why I get so crazy sometimes," the girl began to cry. "I hate myself! Sometimes I'm such an idiot!"
She began pounding on the bed with her fists.
"Janie! Janie!" Maury was a little worried. He didn't know what was wrong with the girl suddenly.
"I can't stand it! The things I do I just don't understand!"
She sat up and wiped her eyes but the tears kept coming.
"Oh, what a dummy I am... I haven't cried for years. Really. That's the truth...
"I wish I had a father like you. You're so reasonable. If my Dad caught me... doing what I was doing... he'd just beat me black and blue. Especially if he was drunk." . Maury shook his head. It explained a. lot about her wild nature. She was just asking for someone to take her aside and tell her that she was a good and lovable girl and should respect herself.
She was asking for love by acting wild, that was clear to Maury, and he felt sorry that it wasn't clear to her own father.
All that her behavior earned her from her father was a beating.
"Janie... you're a wonderful girl. You have intelligence and a strong character and I don't have to tell you that you're beautiful.
"But you don't have to act wild just to get attention. You can get just as much attention by being your best self as you can by being your worse self.
"And that way, you'll be getting attention from people that respect you instead of getting attention from those who don't respect you and that you don't respect."
He wasn't sure that that would make any sense to her, but at least it sounded properly parental, and that was more than he had thought he would have been able to manage under the circumstances.
"You know, Mr. Fritz... Randi's been telling me all night how much she... um, resents the way that you grounded her because she was going out with Bobby... and I'm her friend, so I have to support her and tell her that she should do what she thinks is best, y'know?
"But can I tell you something? I think she should be glad to have a Dad that cares enough about her to ground her when she almost gets herself in real trouble...
"And I think you may be wrong about Bobby I know he acts tough, but if he'd just calm down, he'd be a great guy. And he really loves Randi, that's the truth.
"But I really think it's great that she can talk to you about all this and really have you listen to her. I tell her she can talk. But I know now that you're the kind of father who really listens. I should know, because I have a father that doesn't listen to anyone...
"I wish I had someone like you to talk to..." :
Maury felt so sympathetic and so flattered, that the girl would want to talk to him that he found himself saying, "You can, you know. If you ever want to talk, you can talk to me."
The girl smiled.
"God, you're a nice person. I don't know if I'll ever really come to you for advice, but I promise that from now on I'll buy all my shoes from you!. . .
She got up off the bed and stood awkwardly, rocking from foot to foot.
"Tell Randi that I went home and that I'm sorry if I freaked her out.
"And I'm sorry if I freaked you out too... Can I come back and visit Randi ever?"
"Of course you can Janie."
"I just thought that maybe you wouldn't want me associating with your daughter."
"I think you're a real fine girl, Janie. Just please try and act Ike the intelligent girl that you are. Just be your best self."
The girl rocked on her feet a few more times and before Maury knew what was happening she darted over to him and kissed him on the cheek and dashed out the door and down the stairs.
He was left in the empty room with the wetness from her warm ripe lips still on his .cheek.
He put his hand to his cheek, and was suddenly very unhappy.
He couldn't understand the confusion of emotions inside him.
He was thrilled that the young girl seemed to like him and respect him.
But he was sorry that he felt her erotic appeal so strongly.
When she had touched him, and kissed him lightly, he had wanted her to stay so that he could throw his arms around her and kiss her and love her...
He didn't think of her attraction as merely carnal.
He wanted to make love to her, not merely take her.
And he couldn't understand why he wanted it.
He wasn't sure he wanted to understand.
He looked over at his daughter's bed and thought of what an attractive young woman she was becoming; Randi was growing up to be as beautiful as all parents hope their daughters will turn out to be.
Thank God he felt nothing but fatherly love for his daughter!
That would have really been a mess if he had found himself experiencing the same erotic stirrings for his daughter that he felt toward Janie.
He got up from the window seat and his legs were stiff from jogging; his back was also aching.
He gave a worrisome sigh and walked slowly down the stairs, wondering if he was to be forever tortured by this attraction to Janie.
Randi had raced out of the house and ran three or four blocks before stopping.
When she stopped to catch her breath she suddenly didn't know way she had been so anxious to get out of the house, out of that room when Janie had started to fuck herself.
She slowed down and walked a ways, trying to focus on what had caused her momentary panic.
She was sure that she had overreacted. But way had she?
Perhaps it was because she had found it so exciting to see Janie slipping her fingers into her gaping slit.
Perhaps it was because she had really wanted to watch.
And perhaps it was because she had wanted to do more than watch.
Perhaps she had really wanted to help her friend have an orgasm; perhaps, she thought, she had wanted to make love to Janie...
She stopped walking, the thought hitting her hard.
Could I be a lesbian? she wondered.
But then she thought of how she loved Bobby and the feel of his cock and she had to laugh; she could never be a lesbian.
But she could be bisexual...
She kept walking, wondering if she should be worried about the feelings that she had toward Janie.
Was it normal to be attracted that way to your best friend?
She didn't know and she didn't know if she wanted to think about it anymore.
It was so confusing!
She found herself about three blocks from Bobby's house and suddenly she realized that she had inadvertently gained her freedom.
She had run of the house, and she decided that as long as she had violated her prison term, she might as well make the best of it.
She walked to Bobby's house and went around the back where his room was.
She saw him through the window.
He was actually doing his homework!
She laughed.
He had been as bored as she was now that they couldn't see each other.
But she had changed all that!
She banged on the window and Bobby looked up, startled.
"Jesus, kid!" she saw him cry as he spotted her face in the window.
He rushed over, his textbook falling to the floor as he hurried to the window and pulled it open.
"Baby! What did you do? Sneak out."
"Yes! I had to see you!! ! " She didn't want to explain the complex situation that had forced her out of the house, and besides, it seemed more romantic to her to let him think that she had crept out of the house just to see him.
"C'mon in!" he cried, and he helped her through the window.
She climbed in and when she looked up at him she was surprised to see a worried expression on his face.
"Baby, what are your parents going to do when they find out that you sneaked out?"
She shrugged her shoulders. She knew her parents wouldn't do anything except tell her that she had violated their trust in her and they were disappointed in her.
This, would hurt her more than any physical blow could.
But this sounded too much like sissy stuff to tell a cool guy like Bobby, so she tried to sound tough.
"I don't know and I don't care. They can do whatever they want. I just had to see you!"
She threw herself into his arms, but he remained aloof.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sounding hurt.
"I'm worried about you and what happens when your parents find out that you've been to see me.
"I was thinking about this before. I figured that I would go talk to your dad and mom and tell them how I feel about you and try to get them to understand that I'm not the jerk that they think I am.
"I mean, lookin' at the way I behave around them, they got every right to think I'm a jerk.
"I thought I'd go over and tell them that I'll re-sod the lawn and plant a new pine tree... Hell, that's the least I could do.
"And then I'd see if maybe they'll feel differently about me.
"And now that you're here, I think more than ever that I should go see your parents. I don't want to get you in more trouble."
She looked at Bobby in amazement.
She realized for the first time that beneath his tough exterior that he was actually a square.
And suddenly she knew that that was why she had loved him from the first. They were perfectly matched for each other. A couple of secret squares...
She threw her arms around him again and said, "Thank you for caring so much about me, Bobby! Thank you! Yes, let's go and talk to my parents... Let's do it together. But first, baby, it's been so long since we've even kissed..."
And then her tongue was in his mouth and he remembered how long it had been since he had held her in his arms.
He wrapped his arms around her and he pressed her to him, and he gave out a sigh as he felt her little teenage tits pushing up against his chest.
He wanted to fuck her so badly that his cock was growing stiff as he held her and when he slid his hands down to Randi's ass, she wriggled her cunt mound up against him and let out a pleased sigh as she felt how hard he was.
She wriggled her pussy up against the upright and throbbing bar of his cock.
"Baby, let's fuck!" Bobby whispered in her ear.
"Oh yes, let's!! ! " Randy responded.
And Bobby was pulling at her sweater, pushing his hands under it to cop a feel at her tits.
And she was panting hard and that made her tits press against his hands hotly; and she was wriggling her cunt up against his fully engorged fuck-rod and he didn't want to wait to have all of her naked.
He wanted to see her young, lithe body and he wanted to feel the naked heat of all her warm and smooth white flesh...
So he pulled the sweater up over her head and she lifted her arms so that he could pull it all the way off.
And as he slipped the sweater off, she left her hands stretched high up into the air, hoping that the way this made her tiny tits stand out would excite Bobby so much that he would take them in his hands and his mouth and rub them and suck them until the points were hard and throbby and her pussy began to feel hot and slithery between her thighs...
And her erotic pose had just the desired effect as Bobby gasped at the wonderful sight of her ripe teen titties standing out waiting to be sucked and rubbed...
So he bent down and licked at one of the tips and then at the other, moving back and forth between them rapidly to give each of the pulsing and aching breast points equal stimulation.
He wanted to feel her cunt though, and so as he licked and sucked at her tits and she put her hand to his head to press his lips more firmly to her chest, his hands busied themselves with the unfastening of her pants.
And when she felt what he was up to, she started to help him.
She was eager for the feel of his fingers in between her pulsing pussy lips.
But then she remembered that she had spotted him through the window and she wondered if neighbors might be watching.
She backed to the window to pull down the shade and Bobby followed her, never once taking his licking and lapping tongue from her taut and heaving tit flesh.
She wanted nothing more than the feel of his cock sticking deep into her loving suck hole!
She wanted that thick, pounding, creaming cock ramming and jamming into her juicing snatch.
She wanted it so bad she almost didn't make it to the window.
But she managed to pull down the shade and she was leaned up against the shade as she helped Bobby get her pants down... she was so turned on that she thought she'd have to lie down to take in his cock.
But it was so exciting just leaning against the window, thinking about getting his cock stuffed up her young hot box that she tried as best she could to stay standing.
They had never fucked in a standing position before, and she wanted to try it that way.
It would be so exciting to hold onto his shoulders and lean back and spread her legs and wrap her fingers around his cock and jerk it off until it began to leaking with his love oil and it was as thick and long and as hard as it could get.
She wanted it that way, and as she kicked her pants and panties off, Bobby knew that that was how she wanted it...
He looked at the young girl; she was naked now except for her track shoes and her knee high socks.
Somehow, that made it more exciting than if she was totally nude... it was as if the dripping hole of her tight and plush young pussy was so hot and aching that she couldn't wait to get it filled; she had no time for the triviality of taking her shoes and socks off first!
Bobby stepped back to take down his pants and when he did, Randi leaned back comfortably against the window and slid her hand down her belly and slipped her fingers into the velvet rut of her cunt slit...
Bobby couldn't get his pants off fast enough as his eyes riveted themselves on the girl's cunt and the fingers sliding up and down the red ruby lips of her young cunt.
She was watching him fumble with his pants and she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them so that they were wet and slippery.
As she licked them, she tasted the juice of her cunt and she licked her lips to show Bobby how sweet it was.
He was so turned on that he was having trouble getting his briefs down over his large and engorged prick.
She licked her fingers until they were dripping wet and her saliva glistened on them and then she lowered her hand to her snatch and slipped her fingers into the tight hole of her twat...
And her fingers were wet enough that they slid right into the red-hot hole of her snatch, and Bobby felt his pre-jism rise up his shaft and well out the top of his aching hot prick as he watched her fingers vanish into the sucking wet slash of her snatch slit...
"Fuck me Bobby, fuck me strong and slow just like this!! " she whispered urgently, shoving her fingers all the way up into her tender twat and screwing them around a little bit before drawing them out to fuck them back in again.
Bobby got his pants off and he moved toward her.
She lost no time in grabbing his cock.
She wrapped her slender fingers around it and looped them loosely around the base of the trembling shaft.
She looked down to watch her hands as one of them hand-fucked Bobby's dripping prick while the other fucked hard and slow up into the long and luscious tunnel of her cunt...
"Are you ready to fuck me?" she asked.
He laughed.
She was so cute when she was being coy. "No," he said, "I'm not excited enough.
Wait a minute and maybe if I think about Farrah Fawcett for a while, I can get a decent hard-on."
Randi gave him a wicked look and her hand tightened around his cock and she began giving the long and quivering fuck-rod a hard and fast jacking off.
Her fingers moved so fast and furiously up and down the shaft that Bobby had to groan.
His prick was feeling so hot that he would have to plunge it into her young cunt and now!
The friction of her hand was so intense that there were flames of liquid lust flowing through his cock.
He had to get into the wet and snug little sucking snatch so that he could shoot the boiling jizz that was torturing his balls...
"Oh Randi, you lovely little bitch!" he cried affectionately, and he moved to ease, his cock up into her leaking and luscious love hole...
"Gee Bobby, I don't know if I'm wet enough for you," she said, trying to get back at him for his cruel joke.
"Oh, I think you are," he replied.
She was so wet that her fuck juice was making gurgling noise every time she stabbed her fingers inside her cunt...
So Bobby pulled her fingers out of her cunt and pressed his cock head against the mouth of her dripping cunt rim... She was ready alright.
She spread her legs even wider and she clasped his shoulders to brace herself as he prepared to plunge his cock deep into her twat...
And he drove his ass in toward her to push the long and throbbing length of his pounding, bulging fuck tool up into the tight wet clench of her teenage cunt.
And a low moan escaped her as she felt the hard and thick meat of his searing hot cock parting the plush moist flesh of her cunt...
And she reached down and cupped her hand around his balls to help him force his immense organ up into the sweet sucking snatching that was begging so wetly to be filled and fucked by. cock and cock and more cock...
And she pressed hard against his balls and he gave one last shove with his hips, driving the throbbing steel of his organ high up into her prick-starved pussy.
And when he was inside her she moved the hand that was clasping his shoulder down to massage her erect and straining hot pink clit.
Her other hand was massaging his balls, trying to coax the come from them up his thick and trembling shaft and into her cunt...
So she rubbed his cock sack and twirled her fingertips round and round her aroused clit-rod as he began to slowly slide in and out of her...
They were both watching the erotic movements of her hands on his cock and her cunt, and gasping with pleasure at the sight of his long and drooling cock disappearing far up into her cunt with every stroke. He looked down at her knee socks and track shoes and then back to what her hands were doing with his prick and her slit.
He reached behind her and clenched her ass as she pumped her ripe round butt cheeks up and down on his ramming rod.
"Baby, I'm so full of come from not fucking you that I can't hold it!" he cried out.
"Good, baby. Fuck me and fire your come into me. I want it! I do!"
"But what about you?"
"If I don't come, will you suck me off after you shoot?"
Bobby nodded, and she took her hand from her clit and made a circle of her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock as she pumped her pussy down and down on his frothing prick pole and she kneaded his balls to squeeze the hot cream from them...
He knew then that she really wanted him to shoot. And he would love to suck her off afterwards...
So as he watched her jerk off his cock into her cunt even as she humped her loving fuck hole over and over his thrusting rod, he knew that he would shoot...
The come welled up from his balls and with her hand squeezing his sack and her cock-ring fingers clasping around the base of his prick and demanding that he fire his fuck stuff into her, he moaned and gave over' to hot and searing shoot of his come...
It jizzed out of his prick slit, and she felt his cock coughing in her hands, sending out splash after splash of his come.
He rammed his long and firing fuck-stick all the way into her and she shouted with the hard pleasure of having his coming cock meat all the way up her loving fuck hole...
And with the jizz zapping out of his prick and spewing into her cunt, Randi felt so. turned on that she was whimpering and telling him how much she loved his cream, and that she wanted him to fuck her cunt until her belly was filled with the wonderful thick hot milk...
And she fingered his balls and hand-fucked at the base of his cock until all the searing, creamy semen had fired deep inside her fuck slit and satisfied the come hunger of her cunt...
"Randi... Jesus, that was good!" cried Bobby.
And he was so thankful for the fine fucking that her young and tight twat had given him that he slid his well-creamed cock out of her luscious love slot and went to his knees before her.
He wanted to kiss the organ that had given him so much pleasure...
And Randi leaned back against the window and spread her legs, the warm glow of her excitement pulsing through the creamy wetness of her come-filled hole.
She couldn't wait for the tongue fucking of her tender cunt tissues...
CHAPTER SIX
Maury was getting worried about Randi.
"Honey," he called down to Kay, still ironing in the basement, "I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back in a few minutes."
He didn't want to have to tell Kay what had happened.
He didn't know if he could explain it anyway.
He walked out of the house and looked both ways up and down the street, trying to decide which way Randi was most likely to have run.
He decided to go up toward Groveland Terrace, and as he walked he tried to think of what he would say to Randi.
He hoped that she hadn't been too traumatized by the experience with Janie.
He walked in the almost complete darkness of Driver Street; it was an almost rustic part of the city where all the more well-to-do residents had their homes.
For some reason, they had decided that it was chic not to have street lights.
He was walking down the street and craning his neck to see if Randi had decided to sit on one of the lawns to think things over.
He didn't know where she would have gone, but he assumed that when she wanted to be alone that she would pick a place that was dark and quiet.
So he walked down Driver Street towards the park.
"Randi?" he called, "Randi?"
"Lookin' for your cat?" said a voice out of the dark.
Maury turned, and saw an older man standing on a cheerily lit porch.
"No, I'm looking for my daughter," Maury answered.
"Oh!" responded the man. "Probably the only thing harder to keep track of than a daughter is a cat!"
The man shook his head and he chuckled. Maury was in no mood for jokes and he turned to keep walking.
"Wait a second there, fella, hold your horses! I did see a young girl running down the street a while back. She looked kinda upset. Could that be your daughter?"
Maury nodded. "Yes. Please, tell me, where did she go?"
The man pointed down Wetson Lane and said, "She tore off that way, and she turned in toward that house three down from the corner."
The man made sure that Maury could see the house that he was indicating, and then he said, " I couldn't see if she actually went in, but she turned in toward it alright. The trees kept me from seeing if she went in."
Maury called his thanks to the man and went toward the house.
He thanked God for the old busy body as he approached the house.
He wondered if he should knock.
There was something familiar about the house.
He thought that someone he knew lived there, but he wasn't sure.
He was glad at least that it wasn't Bobby's house; Bobby lived much farther away.
He was standing in the street before the house uncertain as to what he should do next when the door flew open and there was shouting and the next thing he knew, a young girl came dashing out.
She was crying and her head was in her hands and she was running blindly as she sobbed.
She bumped right into Maury as she ran, and she looked up in shock. Maury looked down in shock. It was Janie.
"Janie! What are you doing here?" Maury asked.
"What am I doing here? I live here!" She looked back toward the house. "At least I did live here. As of tonight, I think that I'm leaving home."
She wiped her eyes to get the tears out of them and looked at Maury with the brave look that he remembered from the bedroom.
"So," she said, trying to sound very business like, "Just what are you doing here?"
"I was looking for Randi..." Maury began, and then he understood what had happened.
The old man had indeed seen an upset young girl running down the street, but it had been Janie and not Randi.
"Well, she's not here Mr. Fritz. I think this would be the last place she'd be."
Maury explained what had led him to her house and then she said that if he really wanted to know where Randi was, she could probably tell him.
"Well?" he said. . Janie paused.
"Listen, why don't I just take you there? I could use a walk," she said. Maury noticed that there were still tears streaming -down her face, though she kept wiping them away.
"Fine," said Maury.
Janie knew that Randi would most likely be at Bobby's.
She didn't want to tell Maury that, because he. knew that as a father his immediate reaction would be anger that his daughter had defied him.
She thought that if Maury could see Bobby in his home setting, and see that Bobby was as much a model son as Randi was a model daughter, he would change his opinion of the boy.
She knew that she was taking a risk that there would be an angry confrontation between Maury and Bobby and Randi, but Maury had said that he didn't want Randi seeing Bobby any more anyway, so there was really nothing to lose.
And there was a chance that Maury, once he had seen Bobby and met the boy's parents, would see that the boy had dignity and intelligence and that he wasn't as wild as he appeared.
So Janie and Maury walked along together, and Janie guided him along through the streets until they came to the dark, silent area of the park.
The trees were barely visible in this park of the park; only the wind through their leaves made their presence known. There were no lights along the paths.
"What are we doing here?" asked Maury.
"Short cut," said Janie. "Why? Are you afraid of the dark?" she asked impishly.
"Of course not!" responded Maury, instantly on the defensive.
Janie giggled. "Well, I am."
She slipped her hand into Maury's.
"Please hold my hand."
Maury gave a gulp as he felt the gentle squeeze of her small hand in his.
She laced her fingers through his and they moved into the park.
It was dark and so quiet that Maury could hear his heart pounding.
In the dark, he felt just as he had when walking through dark secluded areas when he was a kid.
He felt as if he was on an adventure, and he felt somewhat scared. He felt exhilarated.
He felt as young as Janie.
She squeezed his hand.
"Isn't this exciting?" she whispered.
He turned and he could barely make out her face in the nearly total darkness. He was so totally aware of her presence; she was young and wild and perfectly suited to the windy, merrily wicked and exciting mood that the darkened forest aroused in him.
He kept telling himself that he was an older man with a very, very young girl but the thought kept getting lost. He felt only the girl's wonderful wildness and in the dark with no referents, no way of looking at his body and then at hers to demonstrate to himself how far apart they were he could only feel himself holding tighter and tighter to her hand.
He knew that he had better do something or he would find himself trying to kiss her.
"Why were you crying when you came out of your house?" Maury asked, aware that for some reason, he was whispering.
It was as if everything that happened in that forest was a secret between them...
"I was... I..." Her voice broke and Maury became aware that Janie was on the verge of crying again.
"Well... I got home and Dad had been drinking and he told me that I was no good for anything and that I was stupid and that I would never amount to anything.
"He said I was the kind if girl that always ended up getting knocked before she finished high school and then she either got married or became some dumb file clerk or something.
"That's all he thinks of me! He doesn't have any respect for me!
"And then he started taking swings and at me, saying that if I got knocked up that he'd kill me.
"And I got so mad that I said, 'I'm not ever going to get knocked up because I'm on the pill!'
"And that shocked him out of his shoes and he got even madder and if I hadn't run out of the house he might have knocked my head off."
Janie stopped suddenly on the path so that Maury had to jerk to a halt with her.
She was really crying now, and she threw her arms around Maury.
"I wish he believed that I was somebody worth believing in, like you do!"
Suddenly she was pulling his face down to hers and she planted a kiss on his lips.
He almost lost himself in it, but he pulled away quickly.
"No!" he cried, "If you want me to be a father image, Jesus! The last thing you should do is try to seduce me!"
"Bullshit," the girl said, her young voice husky and sounding decades older than her sixteen years.
"I have a father. He drinks too much and sometimes I think I hate him, but he's my father and he'll do fine. He's all the father image I need.
"I can tell you like me. And you respect me. And I... feel like..."
She didn't finish the sentence. , She pulled his head down to hers and she lifted up on her toes and fastened her mouth to his.
Her lips were warm and moist and as soon as she pressed them to his, she darted her little hot tongue deep into his mouth.
She wrapped her slender arms around him tight so that she could press her ripe heaving breasts into his chest.
And he felt the points of them quickly harden as her excitement and fiery desire surge through her young and voluptuous body.
She wanted to make love to him.
He didn't know why.
He knew that he shouldn't.
But he couldn't see her, could only feel her. There was the wind, the darkness, the excitement, and there were her young breasts, thrusting against him with each eager breath she took.
She wanted to have him, and he was to overpowered by the sudden opportunity that was being thrust into his lap...
And what was being thrust against his rising cock was enough to make him abandon rationality all together.
Janie was pumping her pounding, plush, teenage twat mound against him, and she was moaning very lowly... her moans mixed with the rush of the wind all around them, a call to abandonment... to unleashed desires...
She pulled her mouth from his.
"Love me, please. I want you..." she said, and' her voice seemed demanding and yet at the same time, he was aware that she was very shy about asking him to take her...
She gently slid her hands down his back and clasped his ass.
She rhythmically rocked her pussy mound back and forth against him, trying to make his cock stretch to full erection.
The young girl knew what she was doing and soon his rod was full-length and straining with hard heat against her sensuously swirling fuck mound...
She unbuttoned the front of her shirt and took one of her hands from his ass and guided his hand inside her shift to one of the large and swelling surfaces of her breasts.
"Touch me, please... rub my tits..."
And she squeezed her hand over his hand to show him that she longed to have her boob squeezed until the nipple became hard and hot against his hand...
The horny little nipple was already standing out, but he was amazed that as his hand squeezed at the ripe melon of her breast that the nipple became even harder and it smoldered with incredible heat in his palm.
He couldn't stand the sexual desire that was building up inside of him. It so flooded his senses that his mind whirled, and the only thing that he knew was that he had to have her...
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh!" she was groaning as he worked over her wonderful ripe tit flesh, and she pulled the hand that pressed his away so that she could use it to unbutton his shirt.
And when he felt her hand slipping inside of his shirt and rubbing so lightly and tenderly over his chest, the warmth of it soothed away all the worries that he had about taking the wonderful young girl.
He bent his head and kissed her and she kissed him back with unrestrained ardor to show him how thankful she was that he was giving over to her need for him.
And he wanted to feel the nakedness of her body and it he wanted to feel it now...
He finished unbuttoning her shirt and he pressed both his hands against her hot and heaving round boobs.
"Ohhhh, you're hands feel so good on them! Stroke them, touch them... if you want to... kiss them..."
The suggestion that he kiss them sent a hard throb through his cock and the girl felt his prick jump against her humping fuck mound.
She reached around the front of his pants and moved her palm in a circular sweep across the pounding, aching bulge of his aroused organ.
"Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm!" she moaned as she felt the hard strength and length of his cock.
And she stroked the engorged rod until he was gasping for breath.
He felt the soft and plush flesh of her young bosom and the sharp, searing feel of her tit bulbs in his hands, and he wanted more than anything to feel that succulent teenage tit flesh in his mouth.
So he bent down and sucked one of the smoldering, jutting nipples into his mouth and she let out a stifled cry of lust at the fantastic feeling of his hot and wet lips circling and sliding over her smoldering tit tip.
"Oh, suck them, suck both my tits! See how excited I am? Feel how my titty tips are burning?"
He slipped his lips from her breast tip and moved to the other equally inviting globe and sucked it into his mouth.
He was amazed that he was sucking so hard and yet there remained so much of the fantastically soft and supple tit flesh... her young boobs were as full and proud as those of an older woman.
And yet they had the firmness of youth.
He sucked and licked and lapped at both of the marvelous bobbing breasts, eating wetly at the delicious young flesh.
He knew he could never get enough of the delectable tits...
But then her hand at his cock started doing things that made him think of other things than tit-sucking.
She was opening and closing her hand around his cock, and alternately sliding her palm up and down firmly against it; she knew what she was doing.
She may have been young but she had an instinctive feeling for what to do with a cock; her natural sensuality was something that few women ever attain, no matter what their age.
And then she pulled down his fly and let his cock out so that she could fuck him with her slender fingers...
She wrapped her hand around the immense and throbbing shaft.
She let out a sigh of appreciation was she felt its size and its mighty hardness.
And she began to caress the cock with a fuck-like rhythm that told him how much she wanted his thick prick pushing apart the wet hot folds of her pink and pulsing fuck slit.
She pushed down on the cock flesh and pulled up again, teasing the sensitive skin the stretched taut over the throbbing core by making it stretch even more tightly.
She tugged at his prick as if she wanted to make it even longer than it was.
By the way she touched him, he knew that she loved the feel of his cock, and he was not even surprised when she whispered, "Fuck me. Please. Spread my legs and lie down on me and put your cock in my pussy. You can shove it in. You can ram it hard. I can take it. I want it..." -
He wanted to lay her down and take her right there.
But the park path was narrow and there were trees all around them.
She sensed his hesitation and she said, "I know where there's a good place. A place where there's plenty of room to lie down and fuck..."
And she turned around and he held out his hand so that he could take it and guide him to the place.
But she didn't take his hand.
She merely left her hand around his protruding prick pole and led him by that.
And as she pulled him gently by the cock, she moved her hand up and down the long and thick shaft, jerking him off lovingly with expert strokes that made his prick begin to juice.
When she felt the pre-come steaming down the shaft and covering her fingers, she let out a little sigh and stopped on the path.
"I'm glad that you find me exciting," she said, and Maury was pleased that there was not the merest hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"I'm going to make you come, okay? " she asked, "Then we can take a longer time making love."
Her hand began more quickly, more firmly and more insistently over his frothing prick pole.
"Mmmmmm, you have so much cream!" she cried, "It's already overflowing and making your cock so nice and slippery in my fingers... Do my fingers feel good? Do they?
"I hope they do because I love to feel that big thick prick of yours! I love it pounding and juicing all over my fingers!"
And she fucked his shaft with one hand and with the other she picked up his left hand and inserted into her pants.
Of course! How could he have been so selfish!
Her young cunt was aching to be finger fucked!
He wrestled his way into the tightness of her jeans and inside her thin, lacy panties.
He felt the rough wiry curls of her crotch hair, and then a little farther below there was a sudden heat that indicated that he was at her slit...
And she moaned and spread her legs wide so that he could work his hand into her pants...
But she didn't have time to wait for him to wriggle into her crotch, so she broke away from him and then leaned on him for a moment and pulled off her jeans and panties.
She still wore her socks and tracks shoes and she began to take them off, but then Maury said, "Don't. You might hurt your feet by stepping on something in the dark."
She showed her appreciation for his concern by reestablishing her grip on his cock.
She pounded up and down on the shaft and Maury was in a heaven of sexual heat as he felt her small hand jerking around his come-filled cock.
He wanted to stab into her tight teenage twat, to feel what such a young cunt would do to his aching, throbbing rod...
He put on hand on her amazingly ample hip and with the other he trailed up the inside of her thigh...
She stopped her fingers around his prick, concentrating on the imminent first contact of his fingers with her cunt...
"He brought his fingertips into teasing contact with the steamingly hot tissues of her pussy lips, and she let out an urgent little sigh that was so full of desire, it sent a quiver all up and down his bobbing cock. She wanted his prick up her twat, and she wanted it badly but since there were only his fingers playing so lightly around the rim of her red and ready fuck hole, she had to make do with those.
He was planning only to tease her twat, but she wasn't going to stand for that.
She humped her little compact ass down and suddenly Maury found his fingers were impaling the girl, plunged suddenly all the way up into the wet heat of her fuck tunnel.
He was amazed at the hunger of her cunt!
His fingers had slipped up inside her with such ease that she must have been more excited than he had imagined.
She was ready to be fucked.
She was more excited than she had imagined.
She had thought that she would jack him off and have him spurt in her hand first, or maybe, if she was feeling more impish, her mouth...
But now she could think only of the hunger of her cunt and of how much she wanted to be laid in the grass and fucked by this man, whose age and experience and kindness attracted her so strongly.
She began stroking his prick again with long and slow pushes and pulls along his dripping shaft.
She knew how to use his fuck juice to lubricate her hand-loving of his meat, and he was getting so hot that he wanted to lay her and lay her now.
He lunged his fingers up inside her twat and gasped at the, tightness and plushiness of her young and oh-so-juicy fuck slit.
She was fuck ready and they both knew it.
"Let's fuck now," Maury suggested, and the girl moaned a reply.
She wanted to fuck him, but his fingers felt so good in her fuck hole that she lingered there a moment, feeling his affectionate thrusts into her tender, pulsing wet twat...
And as they stood there, she snaked one hand down behind him and found the crack of his ass under his underwear.
And then she found the rim of his asshole as Maury let out a gasp.
She played around the edge of his hole, knowing that he was excited to see how sexually sophisticated she was.
She suddenly plunged her finger in, and Maury lunged forward through her fucking wet fingers, and she let out an appreciative laugh.
"I'm glad it makes you so hot," she said, fucking his ass again and again...
"Let's go now," she said, and she pulled her hand from his ass and led him by the cock as she had before to the place where they would fuck.
And in a few moments, Maury found himself in a clearing.
It was the clearing where he had seen Janie sprawled under Larry as she was rammed into by his long and hot cock...
And as Janie pulled down his pants, Maury had a sense of having come full circle.
This is where the whole tormented fantasy about possessing Janie had begun.
And it was here that he would take her...
CHAPTER SEVEN
When she had helped him off with his pants and shoes, she was at his feet, and as she kneeled before him, her lovely young face was bare inches from his cock.
In the clearing there was more light than there had been in the middle of all the trees.
They could see each other in the moonlight, and what they saw just made them more aroused.
Janie had always wanted to fuck a man with more experience than her old lovers had had, and Maury was as loveable as any older man that she had met.
As she looked up at him, she wondered if he'd think she was a young slut if she took his cock in her mouth.
She decided that she would jerk him off for a while with her face right by his cock, and see how he responded.
If he seemed to be uncomfortable, that would mean that he didn't like having her mouth so temptingly close to his prick.
So she encircled the base of his cock stalk and pulled at it gently, coaxing a bit more of his love juice from the tiny slit in the huge head.
She looked thirstily at the gleaming bead of fuck liquid as it bubbled up headly from the massive head of his cock.
Oh, how she wanted to lick it up with her tongue!
She wanted to take the whole long and quivering shaft in her mouth and show him how much she had already learned about cocksucking...
But she restrained herself for the moment, merely moving her fingers slowly and sensuously over the straining surface of his cock.
She felt the big vein on the underside of his prick pounding and filling his cock rod with the hot blood of his desire for her.
God, she wanted to feel the vein pumping against her tongue as it pulsed under the trembling flesh of his lusciously large cock...
She was not sure that she could keep her lips from that marvelous, massive cock head for much longer...
She took her other hand and began to finger his balls, tickling them and sending a terribly exciting tingle all the way through them and up his come-loaded cock shaft.
He let out a sigh of passion and she knew that he was loving her attentions to his quivering organ.
She was proud that she could give an older man such intense pleasure.
She kneaded his. balls and then slipped her hand farther underneath him until the tips of her fingers were playing in his ass crack.
She had an idea.
She plunged her finger into his asshole and at the same time she drove her loving little lips down over the head of his cock.
She knew that he would be so overwhelmed by the twin sensations that he wouldn't have time to protest!
And she was right. If he felt psychological discomfort at the idea of having her suck hard and hotly at his cock rod, his physical pleasure totally overruled it.
He cried out "Janie!" as she slip his rod all the way into her lusting little mouth and she pulled her cheeks in so that they would rub wet and warm against the sides of his cock and she drew it far back into her throat...
She lunged her finger up his asshole and was whimpering with delight at the hard feel of his burning fuck meat sliding through her lips and into her mouth.
If she hadn't been so burning wet between her fleshy thighs, she would have wanted to feel his come spurting up into her mouth.
She would have loved to swallow every sweet warm gush of his fuck cream as it jizzed out of his prick slit.
She had needs of her own though, and she wanted to feel that wonderful rock-hard flesh-rod ramming all the way into her sucking sweet young, fuck slit.
So she blew him hard and slipped down and up on his juicing jizz stick, hoping that he would know how much she wanted to be fucked by his thick prick.
She fucked his asshole with her finger, and jerked him off around the base of his cock, furiously fucking him with the tight little cock ring of her fingers...
Suddenly his hands were pulling her head off his cock, and he was kneeling down beside her.
Thank God, she thought, he knows how badly my pussy wants to suck off his big thick cock...
And he kissed her as they embraced on their knees on the soft grass...
She wouldn't let go of his cock. She kept masturbating him, the soft squish of his fuck juice making her more and more excited to feel his fuck steel slicing up inside her...
He pushed her back onto the close that they had piled up and she leaned back readily and spread her lovely young thighs wide.
He stretched his body out over her and she guided the long and trembling rod of ids aching cock toward her dripping, panting pussy hole...
He kissed her full young lips and there was the taste of his own cock juice still on them, and the taste excited him so much that he lunged his cock head into the quivering red O of her quim...
And as she felt the massive prick head thrusting through the tight elasticity of her fuck slit, and the rim of her pussy slid down over his cock, she twisted beneath him and pumped her eager twat all the way down around his cock...
She wanted all of his long and foaming fuck stick deep inside her!
And when she felt her cunt-rim jam all the way over his throbbing rod, and she felt his balls pushing on the mouth of her fuck box, she writhed and moaned beneath him.
"Fuck me lover!" she cried out, "Fuck me so hard I scream!"
And he pulled his tool out of her drooling ruby slash and slammed back into her, and she dug her nails into his driving ass...
Her twat was so tight and yet so wet that he slid up her with ease, feeling a pleasure so intense that he had trouble keeping the boiling foam of his fuck cream from jizzing right up into her wonderful tight cunt...
He didn't ever want to come!
He rammmed all his hard and juicing fuck meat up into her eagerly wriggling and grinding pussy, and she was calling out for him to shoot his load.
She said she wasn't going to stop writhing her ass until she had a belly full of his fuck stuff.
He put his hand in her ass to stop her from undulating so wildy under his cock thrusts; he knew that if she kept moving like that there was no way he would be able to hold back the tide of his come...
But she knew what he was trying to do and she pumped her pussy up and down over his ramming rod. She wanted to show him how hot she was to feel the long and wet jet of his first come spasm...
She wriggled so wildly beneath him now that he stopped thrusting into her.
He was so come-ready that her whirling ass and humping cunt were enough movement against his aching, searing stick...
"Commmmmmmmmmmme!" she groaned in his ear.
He didn't want to come until he knew that she was going too as well. He slipped his hand between them, and fingered her dewy wet bush.
He found her clit and began to finger it. And he knew that she was going to come soon too.
Her pussy was screwing down around his prick as if it wanted to suck it all the way into her belly.
"Oh, cram'me with cock!! ! ! ! " she cried, and he gave several quick lunges that caught her by surprise after his former stillness.
And with his thick meat sudden alive and lunging hard and fast through the elastic sucking lips of her young cunt, she was unable to stop her cunt from coughing around his driving dick.
She cried out, "I'm coming!" and soon Maury felt his cock being enveloped by the squeezing, searing wet suck of her coming cunt hole.
And she bounced her ass up and down to meet his thrusts and she pushed her heaving, hard tipped hot titties .against his chest, wanting to arouse him so that he would keep back his come.
"Feel my cunt come!" she squealed, "Feel my titties!! ! Feel how tight my sweet sucking twat is around your big thick cock!! ! ! ! "
She poured the hot words in his ear and as she arched her lovely lithe back up in the air and he felt the warm pillows of her luscious breasts panting so hotly against him and he felt the satiny suck of her red-hot slit screwing down and round and round so ardently on his come-filled cock shaft, he felt the start of his own orgasm...
She knew by his loud shout of agonised pleasure that he was about to shoot his fuck foam hard up into her climaxing cunt, so she jammed her juicy hole hard down on his rod and begged for all his steaming spunk.
And his hot gush flooded up his pole and spewed so hotly out the tip of his dick that he clenched his teeth and clenched her ass with desperation as she pumped her well-oiled pussy hole down and around over and over the jizzing searing shaft of his prick.
"Commmmmmmmme..." she moaned, and she was lost in the feeling of her own climax and the hot splash of his fuck milk slapping against every wall of her loving young cunt.
Her teeming teenage twat was throbbing and sucking hard around his thick prick, drawing off every long and agonizing spurt of his cock cream.
His gush was like an immense geyser of thick and steaming cream, and she wriggled her hips and bounced her ass down on his jizz stick to make him shoot hard and long and far up into the silken sack of her long, lusciously clenching cunt.
He wanted to fuck that young twat forever, and feel that girl trying so desperately to milk him of all his cream...
He kissed her as he felt the last contractions of his sack force the fuck stuff hotly up his searing stick.
And he loved the way she kissed him back and ran her hand through his hair and told him that she had never been loved so well...
God, he thought... how marvelous...
And he lay on her heavily panting tits as his cock was sucked gently by the last spasms of her climax. And he ran his hand lovingly over her forehead to wipe away the sweat that she had worked up in fucking him so fervently...
When Maury woke up the next morning, he had a little trouble getting out of bed.
He was stiff as hell.
And jogging was torture.
But he was glad to be out in the morning air.
It cleared his head and it gave him a chance to think.
Fucking sixteen year old girls on the ground was something that was not for him.
He wouldn't have traded the experience for the world, but when they had emerged from the dark wildness of the secluded park, he had looked at Janie and realized that now that he had fulfilled his fantasy he had no desire to maintain an affair with her.
He was still strongly attracted to her, but that mad moment had filled a need for both of them, and to pursue their sexual relationship beyond that moment would not have been right.
He realized that the love that he had for his wife was by far more complete, and that she was a fine and sensitive lover, and as much as he had enjoyed the thrill of Janie's young, voluptuous body, his physical attraction toward her was at odds with his emotional attraction toward her.
He lusted after her as a sex object.
He loved her as an intelligent and somewhat misguided child.
As they walked from the forest park, they had talked and reached a mutual decision.
Janie was free to see him and to talk over any problems that she had, but they realized that they had better stay out of situations where they would be tempted to make love to each other.
Maury thought as he jogged that perhaps if he were a little less conservative and perhaps if he lived in California, he might have been able to handle and affair with a sixteen year old girl.
But he was a shoe salesman in Worthington Ohio, and he loved his wife and his daughter, and an affair with Janie would eventually endanger both these relationships.
Janie promised secrecy, and Maury respected the girl enough to know that she would never tell Randi what had happened in the park...
And coming out of the park, walking toward Bobby's house, that had met Randi and Bobby walking toward them.
They were coming to talk to Maury. They all went back to Bobby's house, and Maury was understandably in a mood to forgive all transgressions.
Bobby promised to drive slowly and to conduct himself "more like a gentleman." And Randi was overjoyed when Maury told
Bobby that he should come over to the house some night for dinner.
Maury walked home with his daughter from Bobby's house, and they dropped Janie off at her house.
Janie had said, "Goodnight Randi. And goodnight Mr. Fritz. Randi, you should be glad that you have such a neat guy for a father."
Randi had smiled, and said, "I know. He's the greatest."
And she gave him a little hug..
And Maury walked Janie up to her house and talked to her father for a moment, explaining that Janie had merely come over to talk to Randi for a while. He helped make at least a momentary peace between Janie and her dad, and then he resumed the walk home with Randi.
"Dad, I'm proud of you!" Randi had exclaimed, and she held on to his hand just the way that she had as a younger girl.
Maury was happy.
All in all, Maury thought as he jogged, it had turned out well.
He hated having a secret that he couldn't talk over with Kay. It weighed heavy on him; he loved her and wanted to be totally open, with her.
It made him realize that he could never cheat on Kay again. He had no desire to.
And he reflected that, as much as he hated having this secret that he must keep from her, it was far more preferable to have one secret incident than to have a gnawing secret desire that he would have to hide for years, leading to feelings of deep guilt and resentment.