Chapter 3
Harris sipped his scotch morosely. The Porcupine Lounge was one of the last places he'd expected to go when he wandered away from the house. Habit, he thought, it was the place he and Claire had frequented when they were together.
He had wanted to take Sandy to a movie, but her note had said that she would be studying late at her friend's house and maybe she would stay the night. The house had seemed empty without her, depressing.
He'd taken a walk to get some air and had found himself in the Porcupine. Now he was on his fifth scotch and he was even more depressed. He knew what he needed; a good, hot piece of ass.
He thought of Claire. He knew her new address. He should go over and rape her, the cunt.
He glanced up in the mirror and noticed that the young, leggy redhead in the far back booth was still looking at him. Harris had noticed her appraising him carefully when he first walked in. He tried to summon up the bravado of the days when he had been a young stud looking around for available cunt. It had been fun, he recalled, and why shouldn't he have some fun now!
She smiled at him in the mirror. Harris smiled back and almost dropped his drink when she motioned to him.
-What the hell, he thought. He picked up his drink with a slight flush on his face and ambled back to the secluded, quiet corner of the bar.
"Hello, Mr. Carson."
That threw him. He stood, looking down the scooped front of her dress like an idiot. She was even younger looking up close, and more beautiful. And he could see that the two pillows pushing out the front of her dress were very, very real.
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, uh, Miss...? "
She threw her head back and laughed, showing all her white teeth. Her big tits jiggled deliciously. Her long red hair fell in straight shiny strands, stopping just over her shoulders to curl neatly at the ends. Her large haze-green eyes sparkled and her mouth formed ovaled circles as she spoke.
"I didn't think you'd remember me. I'm June Wilson. You used to bounce me on your knee, remember?"
"My God!"
"Join me?" She moved over in the booth and Harris slid in beside her.
June Wilson, his old college roommate's daughter. He hadn't seen her for years, since she was a freckle-faced little girl. She was far from that now, and Harris got sudden pangs of guilt when he remembered how he had admired her tits and thought about getting his cock off between them.
"Jesus, June, it's been a long time."
"A very, very long time. I'm all grown up now!"
"Er, yeah, I can see that. How old are you now?"
"Eighteen, but don't let that stop you from buying me a drink."
He ordered and they talked. Before he knew it, they had three more scotches and they were getting cozy.
Harris hardly realized how his arm had slipped around her in the dark booth and pulled her up close to him. A little of the guilt remained about wanting to fuck his best friend's daughter, but not enough to stop her leg from pressing against his under the table.
Soon they were laughing happily about nothing at all, while Harris felt his leg growing hot where hers touched it. He let his arm encircle the graceful slope of her shoulders and once or twice let his hand drop down in an explorative gesture to test her reaction when he felt up her tits. Each time she would laugh and pull away.
"Oh, Harris, that drives me out of my skull!" she said. "I'll just go off my bean!"
"You're doing that to me right now."
"Want to know something."
"What?"
"I used to dream about you when I was a kid. You were my one great love, and you didn't even know it."
Oh God, what am I doing? Harris thought. She's a kid ... a few years older than my own daughter! Then came the clincher.
June leaned close to his ear and whispered, "In bed at night I used to dream that you were fucking me and I'd rub my thighs together until I came like crazy "
From that point on, no amount of guilt could stop Harris.
With increasing pressure, he let his leg push heavily against her young, firm thigh. She was wearing a full skirt that seemed to slip between her legs easily. Harris moved his hand slowly and easily down under the table. She didn't act as though she noticed when he lifted the skirt up and inched his fingers between her knees. The skin of her inner thighs felt like satin. She smiled at him and a little moan escaped her lips as her legs fell wide open.
"Owwww, that feels good. Don't stop!" she whispered hotly.
The smooth skin rippled under his fingers. His cock jerked in his pants as he tried to imagine what all that body would look like naked. He was getting hotter and hotter by the second, and his middle finger reached the elastic leg band of her silken panties.
"You don't have to go that route," June whispered huskily. "They're the new kind of bikinis. The pussy area is completely open."
Harris held his breath and found his fingers moving between the beautiful redhead's inner thighs. His fingers touched several tiny curling strands of springy, furry cunt hair.
But before he could get his fingers in her slit, her hand moved to his crotch. She unzipped his fly and her cool but shaking hands slipped into his pants.
"What the hell are you gonna do?" Harris rasped.
"You'll see."
Her hand grasped his cock desperately and she bent against him so that she almost knocked him over. Her lips and breath burned into his ear and the vibrations from her voice thrilled him with delight. "Harris, let me eat you right now!"
"You can't!" he croaked back. Yes, he wanted her to suck him off ... but there? Right there in the bar?
"I have to!" June hissed, making the hair on his neck bristle like a million icicles. Without another word or wasted movement, she fell to her knees and was gone, under the low-hanging table cloth.
Her lips found his knob with incredible precision. She took the throbbing cockhead into her starving mouth as though it were a hot dog. Her teeth ground down teasingly on the shaft right behind the sensitive pink rim of his head. She licked it playfully.
"Jesus," Harris groaned, "right in a fucking bar." But he moved his ass forward, trying to get more of his meat into her warm, wet mouth.
In the booth, he cast nervous glances around, and was pleasantly surprised to notice that nobody was paying the slightest bit of attention. He pressed his thighs together and tried to keep from moaning as he felt the hot wetness of her mouth encase his cock so hotly. His hand slipped down and his fingers slid into the smooth silk of her hair. He cupped her head down and forward so that the deliriously exquisite sensation of her softly working lips, tongue and teeth might be even greater by being harder.
God, he thought, this can't be!
But she was actually under the table, sucking him off, right among about twenty other people. His prick was about to burst. He gritted his teeth because it wasn't the thing to do to actually shoot cum into a young girl's mouth.
But he wanted to. Oh God, how he wanted to!
And then her voice whispered from under the table. "Come, Harris! Please, come in my mouth! I want to taste and swallow the load from these big balls!"
Harris couldn't believe his ears. She wanted to suck his cock until the hot, sticky cum spurted into her mouth!
Her throat took the head, and then she pulled her whole head back, letting his hot meat slide teasingly between her teeth and lips.
Insane with the fires of insatiable lust, and as aroused as he had ever been, she reached into the fly after undoing his belt and top button. She grasped the sensitive skin of his quivering balls. Gently, demandingly, she squeezed, letting them roll against each other wetly, in a rhythmic fondling that matched the thrusts of his hot, vibrant cock up into her mouth.
And then she was wildly bobbing her head up and down on his dick while she hummed.
"Oh, my God!" he hissed.
The vibrations of her humming while his cock was in her mouth almost made him come right then. It was the strangest sensation he had ever experienced. His whole prick seemed to tingle as though surrounded by a gentle wet vibrator that was sliding slowly up and down on his meat. It was making his balls ache.
Then he bit his lips to keep from screaming as his balls exploded. His cock muscles sent steaming cum racing up the throbbing, wetly-trapped shaft of his prick. It spurted out gush after smoldering gush into the honey-smooth warmness of her wildly sucking mouth.
June almost cried out in lust as those hot squirts of tangy juice flooded her sucking mouth and throat. Her hands tingled and she grasped one of her own tits as she fondled his balls. Each precious drop of cum washed the tender flesh of her mouth and throat, making her so hot that she wanted to cry out in desire.
She barely had his cock stuffed back in his pants when Harris started clawing and pulling her back up into the booth. "C'mon, let's get out of here! Have you got a car?"
"Yes," she said, breathlessly. "It's parked out front."
"Good. Let's go. I know a place out by the lake. I want to fuck you good!"
Sitting next to Tony in the speeding car, Sandy's body felt very warm. She could feel her sheer panties tight against her pussy, as if her lower lips had suddenly swollen in size.
And why shouldn't they? she thought, they were about to be split by his cock!
She moved closer to him. She felt wicked and daring, and she liked the feel of the hard muscles against her soft body. She had thought about it often, what it would be like to get naked for a boy. To have his hands running over her body and then spread her legs so he could shove his prick into her cunt. She had spent nights dreaming about fucking, but had never been able to let herself go enough to dare getting fucked.
But tonight would be different. She hoped. It wouldn't be the first time she'd started to do it. But every time before, she had chickened out.
Would she chicken out tonight? She hoped not. She wished now that Tony would have gone ahead and fucked her in his room. She had been hot and ready then.
Tony put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, letting the tips of his fingers rest lightly against the curve of her full tits. She squirmed. Her skirt was pulling up over her hips every time she moved. Her thighs were naked and she could almost see her bikini panties sticking in her pussy.
Tony glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as she leaned back. Her tits pushed up as she curved against the back of the seat. They were almost begging to be taken out in the air and kissed. His prick swelled in his pants as he looked down between her thighs. A few blonde hairs were curled against her white, soft skin. He felt himself getting hotter, the tension beginning to grind in his dick. His balls felt about ready to tear loose.
Putting his hand over the firm, round titties, he massaged them sensuously until he knew he was getting her excited. He could feel the nipple through her blouse pucker up hard against the palm of his hand. It stabbed up hard through the thin material and he could see the outline of the whole pink tip. He took the tiny bud between his fingers and rolled it gently until he felt Sandy shivering against him.
He turned onto a side road to the lake, and a minute later the car had stopped. "This is it."
"Yeah ... I know," Sandy gulped, not quite so sure of herself now.
She tried to sit up, but the hand holding her tits held her easily against the seat. Tony's hand pressed against the bottom curve of her tits, lifting them up tight against her blouse, feeling the smooth heaviness of soft flesh. And then he let it spring back into place.
"C'mon, let's get out on the grass."
He pulled her from the car before she could refuse. The next thing Sandy knew, she was in the grass, on her back, with Tony's strong, muscular body holding her down.
He was struggling. Then she realized that he was undressing. Suddenly he was nude. She could feel the thick hose of his naked cock on her thigh.
Can I, can I? her mind screamed. Oh God, I'm scared. He's so big! Her pussy couldn't be as big as her mother's, and Claire had screamed like hell when Tony had rammed her.
"Oh, shit, Sandy, you are gonna be one fine fuck!"
Before she could answer, his tongue was in her mouth, sliding into her throat. He sucked the back of her throat, grinding his hips against her, letting her feel his growing prick against her naked thigh. He kissed her neck, her throat, his wet tongue licking her skin until it was buried in the crease between her titties.
Sandy shivered as she felt the hot tongue licking the tops of her tits. She could feel his prick alive, throbbing against the mound of her cunt. With a curious fear, she looked down. She stared at the massive hunk of meat, the swollen head, the drop of sperm on the tip. It looked so warm and hot.
She whimpered, her eyes wide with fright as the hard cock seared her skin. Her breath was coming out in tight little gasps as the shock of fucking invaded her mind. That was what he was going to shove into her cunt. And she was going to have to take in all of the huge prick!
Tony pulled his mouth away and leaned back on one elbow. Slowly he opened the buttons on her blouse and pulled it away from her tits. Reaching under her, he opened the hooks and pulled the blouse and bra off together.
Sandy's eyes stared as his hand roamed over the soft mounds, teasing and caressing her skin until she was squirming in a low heat. His fingers squeezed at the bottoms of the tits, forcing the flesh up tight, straining the nipples into a blood pink.
Sandy moaned as the white of her tits changed to a glowing, sensitive blush. In the haze of her mind, she felt a change deep in her belly. Her cunt was wet. Her juices flowed in a flood and there was a strange tingling glow all through her body. She'd never felt anything like it before. She couldn't lie still as it raced along her spine, making her body squirm with pleasure. Her body was filling with a sensuous desire to be fucked. She wanted to feel his prick in her pussy. She wanted and needed a cock in her twitching cunt.
Tony deftly removed all the rest of her clothes until cool air caressed her naked body. Her panties were the last to go. He threw them on top of her skirt, and then closed his hand over the furry, quivering mound of her pussy.
Sandy wrapped her hand around his cock. It was huge, too big for any little virgin pussy. Her body started to quake with fear, and her hand jerked back as if it had been burned.
"No! No, Tony, I can't!"
"Huh?"
"I can't fuck you! Look, I'll suck it for you, but I can't let you put it in me!"
Shit, he thought! He knew he'd fucked up. He should have fucked her when he had the chance.
Damn, now he really had a decision. Should he try to calm her down first, or should he just rape the shit out of her?