Chapter 6

Laura excused herself from the table soon after the meal was consumed. She was beginning to become impatient with the sweetness of the environment. She had more important things to do.

"Mother, I think I better be going." She was always polite but that night she overdid it. Her mother didn't mind though. She beamed at her daughter and then looked at her husband. It was as if they had constructed a piece of handiwork that was truly excellent. They were both proud of their work.

"Sure, darling," she replied.

Laura went and picked up her coat and pocketbook from the chair near the stairs. She returned to the table and gently kissed her father and then her mother on the cheek.

"When I come home I'll tell you how bad I beat Kim and the rest of the girls. Good night!"

She rushed off and opened the front door leading out into the night and her meeting with lustful desire. She hesitated for a moment and then turned to her parents.

She waved as she closed the door. "See ya, later," she said as if it were an afterthought.

"Whew!" she said to herself when she finally felt the freedom her home sorely lacked. She was glad to be out. It felt great. She was definitely on her own. Kim thought she was staying home, her parents thought she was going out with Kim and Mr. Williams had no idea of what lay in store for him.

The horny little vixen turned the corner of her block and headed for the highway bypass just out of town. It was a cold, Fall night. The sky was filled with small, twinkling stars. The trees rustled above her and she walked through the piles of dead leaves on the sidewalk. She pulled her coat to her body, she knew that she should have worn a heavier coat but she always felt really loose and free in the one she had on.

"Fuck the cold!" she said to herself. She was beginning to see herself as a tough, hip little broad, she knew what she wanted and had full intentions of getting it.

When she finally reached the bypass, she began to walk along its edge, she began to hitch. She didn't mind doing it. In fact, it felt kind of great, she was a rebel without a cause. Bob had had more of an influence on her than she knew.

A Chevy pickup finally stopped for her. It was hard for her to get in. The vehicle had been jacked up very high by its owner.

As she slammed its door shut she casually said, "Thanks."

"It's alright!" her driver replied as he jammed the truck into gear and sped off.

He looked around Laura's age. He wore a zipped cloth coat with large red and black checks. It was quite hip among the locals. His hair was blond and straight and kept falling in front of his face.

Every few seconds he would jerk his head to one side to get it out of his field of vision. But it never stayed there. He jerked his head to one side with the frequency that most people blink their eyes.

"Where to, Laura?" he asked knowingly.

"How do you know my name?" she immediately replied. She was becoming very defensive. She was up to no good and it was essential that no one knew of it.

"You are in half of my classes at Fairfield. I figured you wouldn't recognize me. You are always so involved with what's going on in class. I mean, sometimes it's weird. How come you like school so much?"

"It's not that I like school so much, whatever your name is. It's just that I like to learn." Laura sounded very definite. It was one trait that scared many of the boys away from her. She could be so glib and direct.

She watched the road intently. Her destination was coming up fast.

"Right here!" she said suddenly. "Stop right here."

Her driver obliged and brought the pickup to a halt. He looked over at her and then out of her window. The white, box-like, stucco structure known as the "Hillcrest Lounge" was about fifty feet away.

Laura licked the skin above her lip as she opened the door. She turned to her driver and gave a half-hearted explanation.

"I'm meeting someone here." She hopped out. "Thanks!"

She slammed shut the door and walked towards the door of the bar. As soon as she heard the truck pull away she ducked behind the place.

The parking lot behind it was nearly empty. The Friday night rowdy, drinking crowd hadn't arrived yet. All that were inside were "regulars." Mr. Williams was one of them.

As she slowly looked around the parking lot, she could hear the sounds of muffled voices and clinking glasses. Most of the time the "Hillcrest" was a quiet place where the men went to get stoned. Laura couldn't hear what they were talking about. It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't interested.

What she was interested in however, was finding Jim Williams' car. She couldn't tell one model from another but she did know that the one she was looking for was dark blue and a four seater. she felt the gravel under her feet as she moved about int he darkness. She felt a strange, sensual feeling about her whole venture. It was wonderfully exciting and evil. It thrilled her. She felt as if she were among the evil and fascinating people her mother had warned her about. She was in the know now about the dangerous side of life.

"There it is!" she whispered to herself, as she spotted Mr. Williams' car. "Now, If I can only get into it!"

She approached the vehicle cautiously. There was no one in it and no real need for caution but in her mind it would be the car that would take her off to a palace where forbidden pleasures lay in wait for anyone bold enough to take them.

She tried the door. She was relieved when it opened. With a quick glance around her, she supped into the vehicle. She knew the car well. It had transported her from and to various places but under very different circumstances.

Sliding over to the passenger seat, she looked out the windshield for Mr. Williams. It was about seven-thirty according to her estimation. She never wore a watch but had a keen sense of time. Hers was at hand.

"Uh!" she said excitedly as she saw him turn the corner of the structure and head straight for the car. She opened straight for the car. She opened her pocketbook, lifted out her perfume and splashed it on her neck. It was strong stuff.

She puffed up her luscious, blonde locks as he reached the car. He hadn't seen her yet. She wanted to look as pleasing as possible.

Jim opened the door and stooped down. The car's interior light flashed on.

"What the.. .Laura Drew? What are you doing here? Is Kim with you? How did you get here?"

Laura looked up a him shyly. She was still only sixteen years old. But her quick mind and feminine sensitivities saw a mixture of surprise, excitement and guilt in his face.

Laura made the first move. "I came here to talk to you about last Saturday night."

Jim cut her off. "Listen, Laura. I had a little too much to drink. I wanted to apologize to you but you ran off."

Laura could see his bleary-eyed look of lame sincerity. She wondered how she had ever related to him as she did. She was so respectful, always giving him, as she did most adults, the benefit of the doubt.

She looked at him coyly. "I didn't come here tonight to get an apology."

Jim slid into the car completely and slowly closed the door. He looked at Laura with nervous apprehension. Her perfume was strong and tantalizing. His eyes noticed her trim waist and round buttocks. The interior light went out.

"Brrrrrr!" Laura said sweetly. "It's cold in here! Turn the engine and heater on!" In earlier days she would have politely requested Mr. Williams to do it. Now, she seemed aggressive and knowing in her manner.

"Sure," he replied weakly.

With a few quick movements of his hands the engine was humming and the fan hidden somewhere under the dashboard was blowing air into the car.

Mr. Williams tried to make himself at ease. His mind nearly dared to give Laura's words a sexual connotation. He leaned back in the seat and turned down the fan.

'This fan works very well. In a couple of minutes this car will be like an oven."

He paused, raised his hand to his chin and looked over at Laura Drew, his own daughter's best friend. "What do you mean, 'You didn't come here tonight looking for an apology?' "

He had hit the ball back into her court. She would have to mention the unmentionable.

Laura took a deep breath before she spoke. "You wanted something from me last Saturday night. I was shocked and ran away. Well, I've been thinking about it all week. I mean, I've been thinking about you. I'll give it to you now. I mean.. .tonight."

Jim rested both of his forearms on the steering wheel. His eyes stared straight in front of him. He seemed to be almost looking for something on the stuccoed, back wall of "The Hillcrest."

He was very careful with his words. "I don't know what you are talking about." He knew exactly what Laura had meant.

She disregarded his words, she could sense his true feelings.

"Is there a place where we can.. .go?" she asked.

Jim looked at her incredulously. "Are you serious? I mean, do you mean what I think you mean?"

"Come on, Jim. Stop playing with words. I may be only sixteen but I can spot a phony a mile away. Let's go someplace."

"Are you sure you know what you are saying?" he asked. Dear Jim needed confirmation again and again. It was true that he was hot for Laura but she was only sixteen years old. He could be put in jail if he were caught!

Laura slid over to Jim. She began to rub his upper thigh as she spoke. "I sure am. Let's get out of here, right now."

Jim was suddenly filled with raw sexual energy. He put the car into gear and sped out of the lot. in seconds, he was speeding down the highway that led further and further away from Fairfield.

Laura smiled at him as he drove. She looked at him carefully. Every few seconds she was able to get a clear view of him thanks to the highway lights lining the highway.

Jim Williams looked to be about thirty-six years old. He stood just short of six feet and had blond hair. It was thick and curly and always had a casual neatness to it. His face was lined with hard, rough features. They were perfectly attuned with his job managing on going shipments from Fairfield's largest wood mill.

He wore a green corduroy overcoat that covered an inexpensive suit. Jim Williams was a modest man who had achieved modest success. His drinking had only recently become an area of conflict in his life. His wife nagged at him. He was never affectionate enough and was selfish according to her. She drove him to it he rationalized.

He couldn't understand her attitudes and told his bartender so. She was like a weight around his neck, she would never leave him alone. All he wanted was some peace and quiet when he was home and all she did was ask him questions about their relationship and get angry when he didn't provide her the answers she needed. Sometimes he wanted to just punch her right in the mouth. She was such a nag. It was always "why this" and "why that" with her. He was forever "letting her down." Dear Jim was sick of it. At least at "The Hillcrest" there were men he could talk to. He wasn't much interested in sports but it was relaxing to banter with the other men of Fairfield over baseball, football and hockey.

"There's a place a few miles down from here," Jim said breaking the silence.

"Okay," was all Laura said. She sensed his anxiety and didn't want to unnerve him anymore than he was already.

They drove on silently. Just after a cluster of yellow lit stores, diners and gas stations, she spotted a large rectangular sign outlined with white lights. It read, "Astro Motel-Color TV."

"Here," Jim said quietly. He slowed the car down and swung it into the lot. Instead of stopping directly parallel to the motel's office nervous Jim drove right on and parked in he protective shroud of night along its long row of rooms.

Sweet Laura and Jim sat motionless for a long minute. Jim looked over to her and made a stumbling attempt at bravado.

"Okay, honey. Wait here. I'll be right back."

He opened the car door and walked towards the office. As he neared it Laura could see him run his hands through his hair, straighten his overcoat and pull up his pants.

He emerged from the office five minutes later. She could see him holding the motel room key in one hand. A large, red piece of plastic dangled from it. He tried vainly to adopt a certain kind of swagger in his step as he reached the car. He bent down and rested his elbows on its open window.

"Okay, Laura. Room twenty-one is ours. Let's go."

Laura quickly opened her door and the un-likely couple walked together along the narrow walkway running parallel to the room entrances.

Jim watched the numbers of the white doors carefully. He was far from his home but he had heard that some of the guys at the factory took broads to this place. He didn't want to be seen with his daughter's best friend. As they passed room twenty Jim made himself a promise that he wouldn't tell anyone in the entire world of what was about to happen. His shame was deep but his prick was hard.

They stopped in front of room twenty-one. Jim pressed the key into the door's lock and swung open the door. Laura entered the darkened room first. He followed and made sure the door was closed and locked before he switched on the lights.

Laura walked to the center of the room and stood near its large double bed. Jim took a deep breath as he gazed at the luscious slope of her jean covered ass. He took his reluctant eyes from her high buttocks and proceeded to give the cheaply decorated room a quick inspection.

"Do your parents know where you are?" he asked as he made sure the curtains that covered the room's windows were completely closed.

"Sure!" Laura said laughingly. "I'm out with your daughter. Me and Kim are bowling tonight. Ha, ha."

Jim turned around with a stare. "What happens if she tried to call you tonight and your parents tell her that you are supposed to be with her and...."

Laura cut off his nervous ramblings. "Look Mr. Williams, if you can't handle this scene we can leave right now and no one will ever know what didn't happen here tonight. Is that what you want to do?"

Jim couldn't be faced down by a cocky teenaged slut. "Look, honey, I'm the reason this scene is even happening tonight. So don't give me that.

Laura was beginning to get hot. She could see Jim's manhood bristle as he spoke. He was not completely un-like Bob Nelson. In fact, he was kind of handsome.

Jim had made his point. Laura stood silently. She had fueled the events of the past hour. She needed to be told what to do.

Jim sat down in the thick, white, plastic chair that sat next to the room's circular, white table. He leaned back in the chair and tried to relax. He felt as if he were in charge of the scene now.

"Take your clothes off. Let me see what it is you want to give me so bad." He could feel his prick growing.

"Okay," Laura replied.

She looked at Jim and smiled. They were meeting each other in the naked honesty of their sexuality now. She felt her sweet pussy begin to churn as she took off her leather jacket and gently laid it on the shiny top of the room's dresser, she placed her pocketbook on top of it and turned back towards Jim. He wasn't smiling. He looked positively grim as his hungry eyes ravished the teen's luscious body.

"Take your clothes off," he repeated impatiently.

Laura crisscrossed her hands at her waist and lifted her tight, black, turtleneck sweater up and over her shoulders and head. Her long, blonde hair fell silently back onto her shoulders as she pulled the sweater from her wrists and threw it onto the bed.

Jim could feel his joint growing closer and closer to its maximum as he gazed upon her large, high tits. They were pressed so tightly together!

Laura then looked down and unsnapped the top of her jeans. Jim barely heard the sound of her zipper as she pulled it down. Her soft, thin hands then began to pull the thick, blue fabric down over her hips. She moved her body from side to side as she worked the incredibly tight jeans over the soft, full swells of her hips. The necklace she wore around her neck glistened in the soft, yellow light of the room as she pushed the jeans down past her knees.

Jim's eyes lit up when he saw what she was wearing beneath her standard teenage garb. She was all woman despite her tender age.

Laura then stepped out of her jeans and stood before Jim.

"This is what I want to give you." she said like a proud seductress.

She rested her hands on her tiny waist and pressed most of her weight onto one of her booted legs.

"Damn!" Jim said excitedly. "You are gorgeous!"

It was quite true. Sweet Laura's body was like a beautiful musical instrument that had found perfect accompaniment with her alluring undergarments. Her thick makeup was given additional strength by her shiny blonde hair. Her necklace gave her the appearance of being a high priced call girl. Her bra held her huge tits like a sensual offering to Jim's gorging eyes. Her creamy chest and stomach possessed an elegant softness that made his hard boner throb with passion. Her garter belt cinched her waist while its straps swelled out to the tops of her fishnet stockings in sharp, distinct lines. He rubbed his cock as he saw the soft flesh of her legs.

As her heated imagination raced she rubbed her cunt harder and harder. She didn't even realize that her hand had slipped beneath the stretching fabric of her tight panties. She fingered herself with a growing passion. She began to talk to Jim.

"I want your prick right here." She pointed to her cunt with her free hand. "Then I want it here." She opened She opened her mouth and began to suck on two of her fingers. She rolled over onto her stomach. "Then I want it here." She pulled her panties aside and spread her buttocks. Her tiny ass hole opened to him.

She was losing herself in the tidal strength of her own rising desires. She felt her body shudder as her lust raced through her.

Jim was completely naked now. He rushed towards her. As he fell onto the bed, he grabbed her and began kissing her wildly. Her perfume was so strong and sensual. Her flesh was soft and giving. The lace of her undergarments touched his throbbing prick.

"You hot, little bitch!" he grabbed her tiny waist and turned her body on the bed. His mouth watered as he looked upon her sweet pussy. It was right beneath his face.

"Eat me," Laura whispered from beneath him.

Jim's face dropped down upon her pantied crotch. His mouth opened and he began to chew at her luscious twat. With one hand he ripped her panties away from her soft, young flesh. Saliva dripped from his open mouth as he covered it over her grinding twat.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. "Suck my cunt!"

And that he did. His tongue flecked at the soft, wet, folds of her pussy. He slurped at her pre-come juices as she humped at his face. Seconds later, his probing tongue slipped into the opening of her pussy. He lapped at the lining of her cunt as she wreathed and humped beneath him.

In order to get a better position for his pussy sucking he straddled her shoulders. His rock hard prick stood straight up and quite nearly touched his stomach. His balls dangled over her contorted face. He lowered his full weight upon her and his fleshy, soft sacs came to rest on her face. She opened her mouth and began to lick them.

Between laps at Laura's sweet, moist cunt he managed to say, "Suck my balls. Suck them!"

Obediently, Laura opened her mouth and Jim's balls fell in. She rubbed her tongue over their delicate surfaces and thrilled at the come making life that beat within them. She loved the gism they made. She was thankful she could feel them in her mouth. They were wonderful. She breathed deeply and blew on them as she grinded her cunt into Jim's wet, slurping face. She could feel his cock rubbing across her chest. She wanted to take her bra off to enjoy the hard thing. She could feel his balls begin to swell larger and larger as she sucked on them. She would have done it as long as Jim wanted.

They were eating each other out righteously!

Jim suddenly raised himself off of her. His balls rose out of her mouth. "Eat out my ass," he said. Eager to please, Laura bent her head back as far as she could before Jim's hairy rectum came down on her face. She opened her mouth and her tongue moved into the crusty darkness of her rectum.

Jim was now fingering Laura's sweet pussy hole and eating out her ass too. He loved every inch of her body. He wanted to suck on every morsel of her flesh. She way she sucked on his ass hole was incredible. He loved it.

She jumped as he rammed three fingers of his thick, bony hand into her stretching anal flower. He wanted to open her up completely in readiness for his cock.

"Give me your prick," Laura moaned between rapid flecks at Jim's anal opening.

"You are a hot, little slut, ain't ya honey?" Jim rose off of her and brutally turned her over onto her stomach.

Without any instructions, Laura lifted her luscious ass from the bed and spread her buttocks. Her knees pressed against her tight bra and her hungry, anguished face pressed against the bed's soft pillow.

She grit her teeth as she spoke. "Ram your hot prick right up!"

Her young, ass hole gaped open. Jim saw the red fingernails at the tips of her fingers squeeze the soft, flushed flesh of her ass cheeks apart. The red skin of her rectum seemed to breathe heated breaths. It seemed to crave the mauling thrusts of Jim's hard prick.

He knelt behind her and grabbed the root of his eleven inch prick. He had never ass fucked any woman before. Now he was about to do it to a sixteen year old girl. He had watched her grow up. Never did he think that it would lead to this.

He placed his throbbing, thick prick at the entrance of her hole and grabbed the topmost portion of her thighs. He would make a fierce assault upon her hole.

Laura knew how much it would hurt but she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Bob had said that she would come to love ass fucking.. .and he was the one who had opened her sexual needs to her. She hoped that he was right.

She felt a violent tug on her lower torso. "Ahhhh!" she screamed. It was like someone had shoved a hot pipe into her. "Stop! It's too big! Please!"

Jim had rammed five full inches of his thick prick right into her hole. His face was seized with a sudden sadistic grin as he felt his prick move into this teen's hot hole.

"You asked for it, bitch! Now you are going to get it!"

He humped her again and she began to writhe about on the bed. Three more inches of his thing plowed into her agonized hole.

"Ohhhh! It hurts too much. Take it out of my ass!"

She went into a strange trance. Jim heard her begin to make strange noises. She spoke of another. His name was "Bob." She seemed to be cursing him out.

Jim humped her again and the remaining three inches of his prick tore into her young, pained hole. He was in her completely now. The stretching walls of her rectum and long intestines gave a slavish massage to the hard, throbbing length of flesh.

Jim began to move his prick in and out of her hole like a cruel, silent drill. Her ass juices soon provided his prick with the lubrication for smooth entrance and exit of the innermost past of her body. His prick's hardness was soon matched by the softness of Laura. Her body had gone completely limp from his cruel humps.

Through the wilting pain Laura wondered why she had ever wanted Jim to stick his prick into her ass hole. Bob had hurt her so badly when he had done it. She had put her faith in him. He was the one who told her that she would really love it, in time. Was he just being cruel or had her time not arrived yet?

Jim's prick was destroying her. She felt as if it took something vital from her own self-respect. It was like she wasn't even a decent person anymore. She had fallen from virginity into a horny bitch and then a stinking whore in less than a week. She hated herself.