Chapter 7

Penny was a normal girl, with healthy yearnings for the attention of the opposite sex. Although she had a date with Jack Brooks this evening, she didn't look forward to it. Her dates with Jack were kind of dull even under the best of circumstances and tonight she was especially tired and irritable.

Mr. Higdon had brought Sheriff Jim Navell into see her in the office. He was a big pleasant man who had let her tell her story of the night before in her own way. But later he had brought in some investigators from the county district attorney's office, and they had probed and poked at her with questions the rest of the afternoon. After really putting her through the wringer, they cautioned her not to talk to any one and not to leave the county.

When she arrived home, her mother burdened her with the details of her high blood pressure and arthritis which had made it impossible to do anything around the house that day. Ordinarily Penny was sympathetic, but tonight she said sharply, "Oh, ma, I've got troubles of my own tonight. Leave me be!"

After dinner she'd had to rush her bath and the process of getting dressed. But she had managed to get ready before Jack arrived to pick her up. She always tried very hard to be ready on time. She didn't like Jack and her mother to be alone together.

Her mother disliked Jack, seeing him as a threat to her own security. After all, wasn't he going to take her daughter away from her and leave her all by herself in the world?

It wasn't that Penny was particularly concerned for Jack's feelings, but she didn't like to endure his complaints about the way her mother had spoken to him. He would sulk on such occasions, and this merely tended to aggravate an already bad situation.

Some day soon, Penny told herself, she would have to change things. But she didn't know how she could do it. Her mother needed her, and Penny couldn't walk out. As long as she remained in town, she couldn't very well avoid Jack. It was a small town and everyone knew about them.

The situation seemed hopeless to her.

Still, she knew that she would have to do something about it. Something. She had no idea what it would be.

Jack took her to the local movie. A light comedy was showing, but Penny didn't enjoy it.

Afterward, they had hamburgers and coffee, and then Jack drove a little ways out of town and parked. He insisted on ending each date that way, whether Penny was in the mood or not. He'd never even solicited an expression from her on the subject, but had always just assumed that she enjoyed the kissing and petting as much as he did.

That's all it ever amounted to. He would kiss her and touch her breasts - though her clothing, of course - and perhaps if he was in a particularly bold mood he would run his fingers a short distance over her legs.

He didn't believe in going all the way before marriage.

Penny guessed he assumed her to be a virgin and had taken it for granted that she too believed premarital screwing was wrong. Well, she did, generally speaking. But there were times she hungered for a man's cock. She even hungered for Jack's cock when he started caressing her.

She knew he would be shocked if she should ever try to bring up the subject of actually screwing with him, and so she had never done so. She had always let him just kiss and pet her, then stop, and she had frequently paid for it by spending a sleepless night afterward, with a cunt-itch she ended up satisfying by masturbating.

The only solution had seemed to be marriage. Jack wanted to get married right away, but she had been putting him off. The truth was that she really didn't want to many him at all.

That night, as soon as they parked, he slipped his arm around her.

Jack Brooks was round-faced, not tall, and inclined to be a little plump. He dressed very neatly and his brown hair was always precisely combed. He was twenty-five years of age, which made him five years older than Penny.

The events of the day and the night before had cast Penny in a mood which bordered on desperation. She was troubled not only about the murder case but about every aspect of her life. She felt as if she were in some sort of cage from which she had to break out. Now the walls of the cage seemed to be closing in on her.

"You're quiet tonight," Jack said. "I don't think you enjoyed the movie much."

"It was all right," Penny said dully.

He drew her close to him. "I think I know what you need."

He had no idea what she needed, Penny thought. If she were to tell him that she'd like some hot cock, it would shock him right out of his neatly creased pants.

No. On second thought, she doubted if anything could do that.

Or could it?

Her mind suddenly began to work along a different line: Maybe that was the answer to her problem, or at least part of it. Maybe she should force the issue with him. Maybe a good shock was all he needed to begin treating her like the grown woman she was, instead of like a child.

On the other hand, maybe it would break them up.

Well, would that be bad? If Jack were the one to do it himself, there'd be no kick-back, would there? It would be easier for her that way. Let him think she wasn't the kind of girl he wanted to marry and he'd leave her alone. If he did try to make up, she could just stand firm. The break would already have happened and that would be that.

But did she have the nerve to behave with him in this manner?

Perhaps, after all, it would be easier to tell him they were through. But no. He wouldn't take that for an answer. He'd have to know why and she couldn't just come out and say she didn't love him and didn't want him hanging around. Not after they'd been going together as long as they had. It would be so messy.

The other way would be better.

And if he didn't let himself get scared off-her cunt-frustration would at least be eased. Penny steeled herself.

Jack leaned toward her, his mouth coming down to hers. She felt the familiar pressure of his lips-the soft pressure that she was used to. He had never kissed her the way Ritchie Craig used to do. She'd never felt that kind of sex-hunger in him. But it was in her.

Jack's lips were barely parted as he held them against hers. In the past, she also had kept her mouth nearly closed when they kissed. Now, however, acting on the spur of the impulse which had taken possession of her, she opened her mouth wider.

The man didn't respond right away and, as a consequence, his lips were now almost entirely between hers. She felt a slight tremor in them but that was all.

She would show him, she thought wildly. She extended her tongue. It touched his lips and the pressure of them, light as it was, suddenly slackened. As she pressed her tongue against his lips, Jack broke the kiss and straightened up.

"Penny!" he said. He was shocked already.

What sort of man was he anyway? She wondered, anger beginning to assert itself now. The determination to go through with her plan hardened.

Jack suddenly smiled to cover his confusion. "What's gotten into you tonight?" It was evident that he was trying to be understanding. He was not condemning her - not yet - but he was now showing any inclination to go along with what she had in mind, either.

"I don't know what you mean," she said mildly and looked away.

"You're having fun with me, is that it?" he asked.

Fun! she thought. She'd show him some fun before she was through.

She turned to him. "Haven't you ever wanted to kiss me that way, Jack?" She was exerting an effort to make her tone light and pleasant, though this certainly wasn't in keeping with the way she felt.

"Well, I don't know," he said, then added, "I guess so. But it's kind of dangerous, isn't it?"

She laughed slightly.

He tightened his arm around her shoulders and spoke closer to her ear: "You just want to see what it's like ... is that it?"

"Yes. Why not?"

"Okay," he said, a slight huskiness evident in his voice.

Penny was mildly surprised. He seemed to be coming along.

Their lips joined again, his mouth more open than before. She waited for his tongue. When it didn't immediately appear, Penny offered her own tongue again, skis time to the hard ridges of his teeth, and on until it found the tongue she seeked.

Their tongues flicked together a few times. Then Penny moved hers away. She waited as their lips remained locked together. Jack was holding her more tightly than usual and the pressure of his kiss seemed to reveal a slightly increased fervor.

In a moment she felt his tongue venture forth. It touched, her lips lightly at first, then came to her mouth, passing her teeth and making contact with her tongue. Their tongues curled together in a real French soul-kiss.

Jack broke the kiss and fell back gasping. "Hey, baby, this is going to lead to things if we don't watch out."

"And would that be so bad?" Penny inquired boldly.

Jack stared at her. His face had become flushed and he was breathing hard. "What is it, Penny?" he asked in a tone of genuine concern. "Maybe you'd better tell me about it."

"Oh, Jack, for heaven's sake!" Her aggravation with him began to show.

"Well, how do you expect me to react?" he asked defensively.

That provided her too good an opening to turn down. She blurted, "Like a man, for a change. Is that expecting too much?"

He seemed to shrink. "What do you mean?"

"I want you to show how you really feel toward me."

"But, Penny, you know I love you. I want too marry you. I want to marry you right away. I've told you that over and over."

"But you don't act like you love me sometimes-like you really love me, I mean. How can I know?"

"You mean, just because I don't kiss you like that?" he demanded incredulously.

"Not only that," she said, exasperation rising within her.

"Well, what then?"

The restraint she had been exercising gave way. "Just everything. All you seem to want to do is kiss like a school boy and stroke the outside of my clothes. You're much too timid. Jack, is that all you want from me?"

He seemed dumbfounded by what she'd said. "But we have to be careful," he replied weakly. "You know that as well as I do. I never thought it was necessary to discuss it. If a guy and girl fool around too much, it leads to things and..."

"For heaven's sake, will you start talking straight, at least?" Penny demanded. "I'm not a baby any more. Leads to things!" she mocked. "What you mean is that it might make you so excited that you'd fuck me, isn't that right?"

"Penny!"

"Well, that's what you did mean, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is." He was still staring at her.

"Would it make you that excited if you were to touch my bare breasts?"

"Yes!" he snapped, his manner suddenly changing. "Damn it, I've wanted to really lay you for two years now - ever since we met. Why do you think I'm so anxious for us to get married? Why do you think I don't want to wait any longer? I'm fresh and blood, Penny, and I'm crazy about you. But we both know it isn't right to fuck until we're married, so I've always tried to control myself. I think I've been pretty good about it, too."

"Have you really!" she said. Her voice had the cutting edge of a knife.

Jack too his arm away from her. "Just what is it you want, Penny?"

Now that she had broken through the wall of reserve which had existed between them, Penny found it surprisingly easy to go on. She was, as a matter of fact, deriving a strange sort of pleasure from it. She said: "I'm tired of being treated like a child. I'm a woman, Jack, and I want to be desired the way a woman is desired. "Also, I want to know that it's a real man I'm engaged to."

"I don't understand," Jack said finally. "I'm frank to admit that I just don't understand you at all. You're a good fad: I know that. I'm sure you don't want to do anything wrong."

"What would be wrong about it?" Penny demanded.

"We're engaged, aren't we?" "But you're ... you're a virgin and ..."

"You don't know that I am cherry!" she shot back. "Why don't you find out?"

There! she thought. It was finally out. She'd flung the challenge in his face. Now it was up to him.

He shrank back against the car seat. "Penny," he said. He seemed completely dismayed.

"Well?" she taunted.

He straightened up and faced her. "All right, by damn! All right! If that's what you want!"

He then demonstrated a hump-desire that Penny hadn't realized he possessed. His mouth came to hers voraciously, open and frantic, forcing her head back against the top of the car seat.

As he plunged his tongue to her mouth, his hands landed on the outer slopes of her legs, just above her knees where her skirt ended. While they kissed, both hands were flat against her sleek nylons; his hands scooted higher.

Jack wasn't caressing her now as he'd done before-gently stroking her stocking legs. Now his hands were pressing avidly and they seemed headed for a definite destination-her cunt!

His hands slid past her stocking-tops as his tongue continued to explore her mouth, her own tongue prodding against it. He was clutching the firm bare flesh of her legs now, his palms sliding along her garter straps.

Excitement welled within Penny, making her head light. Oh damn was he really going to fuck her-would it really happen - after so long?

She didn't love Jack Brooks. She didn't particularly want his cock. But he was a man. And she needed a man, especially now. At the very least, this would be better than the way things had been.

Now his hands were on her panties, at each side, where they sheathed the warm curves of her hips. The panties she wore that night were made of very sheer nylon, tissue thin, and she felt the man's hands almost as if they had been on her bare hips. The way he was going to her, they would be on her bare ass in a moment, she felt certain. She raised herself slightly to relieve the constriction of her snugly fitted skirt and slip, and this also had the effect of terminating their kiss.

Penny looked down as her skirt and slip slid upward before the pressure of Jack's advancing hands. Now her clothing was at her lap and her bare thighs exposed. She scooted farther forward on the seat so that Jack could gain access to the top of her panties if he wanted to.

But he didn't proceed that far. He moved both hands around her front to the nylon softness of her waist. He stroked her there with his open hands, and then one of them moved to the tight elastic leg-band at her left side. Penny moaned as his questing hand went underneath the barrier.

"Ooh, God!" she exclaimed.

"You like that, huh?" Jack husked. "You really like that! That's what you've wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes ... yesssss ..." she hissed through clenched teeth.

With one hand he continued to massage her waist while the other touched her moist cuntlips in a way that made her senses reel. Yes, this was what she wanted! This was what her twat had needed for so long!

Now if only he doesn't stop, she thought. If only he goes ahead all the way with his prick!

Jack pulled his hand away and moved it down the soft inner slope of her left leg, at the same time sliding his other hand along her right one. It was shameless of her to posture herself like that, she knew, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except what Jack was doing. His hands stroked along the satin smoothness covering her bush and cuntlips until she thought she would go out of her mind. Then abruptly he pulled them away.

But he had his hands around to her back, she leaned forward away from the seat to help him. He groped for her zipper.

"I've always wanted to get hold of your bare tits!" Jack exclaimed with a crudeness that surprised her. "Well, now I'm going to do that! I'm going to get those two big knockers of yours in my hands and I'm going to squeeze the living daylights right out of them!

"Yes ... yes," she said, eager to have him do everything to her. "Squeeze them and pinch them and kiss them, honey. They're all yours!"

He had lowered the top of her dress and was now struggling with the hooks on her white bra. Finally he had them, and the bra opened. He drew its delicate ribbons off her shoulders and down her arms. She helped as he pulled both dress and bra free of her arms and left them bunched on her lap.

Penny's large thrusting tits gleamed soft and white in the moonlight, the prominent nipples and wide surrounding circles forming a candy-pink contrast. Jack looked at them for just a moment and then reached to take one in each his hands. They filled his palms and he squeezed them like ripe luscious fruits.

"Damn!" he grated. They're even better than I thought!"

"They're all for you, lover," Penny moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes so that she would be aware of nothing but the delicious sensation of his grasping hands.

Her breasts began to throb as he worked on them and she could feel her nipples rising against his palms.

"Oh, honey," she said.

Jack took a nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. He stroked and rolled them. The pink tips quickly hardened and erected.

Penny had big nipples. Proud nipples. Nipples which were ideally suited to their natural function. But they were also ideally suited to excite a man.

Jack went to the fullness of her two breasts again, now that her nipples were standing out as tall and firm as they could possibly get, and he lifted the satiny tits in his open hands. He shook them lightly up and down, watching the stiff nipples dance and the surface of her breasts do a delightful shimmy.

He took a football hold on each breast, squeezing their swollen nipples toward him in the space between his thumbs and index fingers.

He bent his face to a high-standing nipple. He took it to his lips, pulling like a baby. The warmth was maddening.

Then suddenly he took the warmth away and she felt slighted. But only for a moment, because he quickly took her other nipple as he had done its twin.

God, that's wonderful, Penny thought. Sweet horny desire for his cock roiled her, suffusing her body with warmth and making her head light.

I hope he's going to fuck me-really fuck me, she told herself. He has to! He simply has to! I won't be able to stand it if he stops! I'll rape him!

But no such extreme measure proved necessary for Jack was now ready to give her the stiff prick her cunt desired. He left her tits and lowered his hands to her legs once more, this time to grasp her skirt and slip and haul them all the way to her waist. She raised from the seat to help him. Her thin white panties remained as the only barrier to his cock.

"Pull them off, darling," Penny said, the term of endearment for Jack coming easily to her for the first time. "Make me all nude, lover."

He reached for her panties, then stopped.

"Let's get into the back seat first," he said, leaning away from her.

"All right," Penny responded and opened the car door beside her.

The place where they'd parked was completely deserted, so she didn't hesitate to step outside with her bare breasts and jouncing whitely in the moonlight. Her bra dropped from her lap to the ground and she bent to pick it up, her full breasts hanging downward and swaying. Then she lowered her half-slip. She placed both of these garments on the front seat of the car, as well. That left her in sheer hose, garter belt, and panties.

Jack had stepped out of the car on his side and had quickly discarded his coat. He was now stepping out of his trousers. He folded them quickly and placed them on the seat.

Both Penny and Jack climbed into the back of the car, entering from opposite sides. He was still wearing his shirt, tie, and shorts.

He bent and kissed her breasts some more, and then he stroked the softness of her legs. He planted a kiss on the birthmark of her right leg.

Penny gasped, hardly able to wait for the stiff prick she now knew he was going to shove up her cunt. "Take my panties off, Jack," she said. "Pull them right off me!

He took a firm hold of the elastic at the top of her panties and began to pull. Penny's panties bunched in his hands as he slid them out from under her. She lowered herself to the seat again as he drew the panties down, past her knees and down her calves. He carefully stretched each leg-elastic to remove them from her feet, then he dropped them on the carpeted floor of the car. He removed her shoes.

Now she was naked except for her garter belt and stockings. Those garments offered no obstruction, the garter belt actually serving as a frame to dramatize the loveliness of her thick bush and moist cuntlips while the hose highlighted the lushness of her legs.

It took but a moment for Jack to adjust his shorts so that they were no barrier, either. He moved forward, and thrust his cock into her eager twat.

"Oh, darling, I want you so!" Penny exclaimed, holding his face between her hands as she felt his prick ramming into her vagina.

"I guess you do!" he said with a rather sharp emphasis.

Penny had no time or desire to worry about the peculiarity of his tone, for the man was even then frigging her. A guttural cry escaped his throat, then he began a delicious rhythm, thrusting his dong into her cunt up to the hilt.

Penny whimpered sharply, and grasped him with her arms. She pulled against his ass wanting even more of his cock up her pussy.

Oh, this big dick of his was what she needed! It had been so very long. She then would have consented to marry him that very night, if he'd insisted on it.

But at the moment Jack had no need for questions. He had the hot cunt that any man could want.

Did anything else in the world matter - even marriage - when a man was with a luscious girl whose tits bobbled and shook from the force of their fucking, her high hard nipples nodding.

Increased excitement gripped Jack and he began to screw faster. Fulfillment beckoned both of the, extending its long arms to draw them toward the peak.

There was not far to go.

Penny released a succession of gasping little sounds that meant nothing and, at the same time, meant everything in the world. She was almost there. She was reaching ...

Now! Her cunt writhed and twitched convulsively as she "came."

She cried out ... She saw a brilliant burst of stars, she felt Jack's hot, creamy scum belting into her cunt ... Then that was over. She lapsed back, all tension gone from her.

Jack straightened up and drew his limp, sperm-covered cock from her vagina.

He glared down at her. "Now, are you satisfied ... tramp?"

Penny couldn't believe what she had heard. She merely stared at him in shock and wonder.

She sat there, hardly knowing what to say or do. Her cunt felt physically satisfied for the first time in two years, but now that no longer seemed to mean anything.

Finally she drew herself to a sitting position and managed to ask, "What did you say?"

Jack didn't answer but pushed Penny's shoulders down on the seat again. He braced himself on his elbows and greedily began to kiss her firm lovely nipples again. Penny thrilled again at the touch of his warm lips and parted her thighs, her twat consumed with fresh desire. She drew Jack's throbbing stiff, throbbing pecker within her hot cunt and began an exciting, steady grind with her buttocks beneath him. He plunged into her pussy with pile-driver passion, as her thighs undulated wildly beneath him.

Jack's prick made an explosive thrust as his body shook with the joy jolts coursing through his big dong. He was shooting another load of scalding semen into her convulsing cunt. He took Penny with him into mutual orgasm as ecstatic shudders wracked her on the auto seat. They lay spent and entwined on the back seat for long moments.

Then Jack curtly said, "You can get dressed now. You got what you wanted in spades, Bimbo!"

Penny was livid with fury as the one-track mind of this utter jerk who had so misunderstood the gift of her pussy and perhaps ... even her love. She said not a word to him, but as she left the car she blazed, "I consider this very good riddance of bad rubbish! Goodnight and goodbye Mr. Brooks!"