Chapter 8

Vic didn't park behind the church just to be stubborn. He felt that it was a spot where Lissa and he wouldn't be disturbed. Besides, his jock had been going wild all through the dance with Lissa. She had held him up, singing that crummy old song when they could have been snugly parked and enjoying their jollies.

Now, he didn't waste time. He realized Lissa was a bit upset, but he'd just get her hot and she'd fuck him to a frazzle, almost half to death. And if dying felt that good, he wasn't going to shudder thinking about it. And Lissa, he had to admit, was a living, delectable doll. The moon was full, bright enough to show him her captivating features. He feasted his eyes on her dazzling, radiant blonde hair, her alluring pink lips and her green eyes. Her nose was small and neat, and tilted up saucily. Her cheek bones were high and somewhat prominent.

But these fine points faded into the background after she'd shed most of her clothes and he gazed at her ravishing body. The night was warm, balmy and a soft breeze was bringing the fragrance of somebody's rosebed east of his car. The moonlight seemed to cast a romantic cloak over everything. Vic's heart pounded, and his small pecker throbbed wildly when he looked down at Lissa's enchanting thighs. Her legs were somewhat long and entirely flawless, as white marble in the moonglow. Through the sheen of her glossy panties he could see her alluring pussy, peeking through a mat of blonde hair resembling that crowning her head.

Vic gasped and his balls jerked up madly, painfully. He'd have to get action pretty damn sudden or he'd suffer a violent stoneache. Lissa's stomach was flat as a sterling silver plate and her ivory white titties were drawn up tight.

"Vic," she cooed, playfully cupping her enticing boobs and moving toward him, "I was afraid you were mad at me, and wouldn't want to make love."

"Hell, sweets! I'll always crave to get into your pussy. But your old man is—"

"Don't worry about him, Vic. He can't stop us."

"Okay, so I won't." Vic nodded and started pulling Lissa's panties down. "Anyway, your dad is probably getting fresh nooky on the QT. Most of these old studs are always hunting strange pussy."

Taking Lissa's panties off, Vic got a good look at the lips of her gorgeous cunt. His fingers fondled the mat that was jealously trying to conceal it. His whacker threatened to go into convulsions. He had to think of trifling things to keep from shooting his cream. He pulled a blanket from the rear seat and tossed it onto the soft grass beside the road.

"Come on, Lissa," he ordered, holding out his arms. "Nobody can see us on the ground, and the damned car seat is too cramped."

She hugged his neck as he carried her to the blanket. Spreading it out, he put her down gently upon it and got down beside her. She snuggled close to him and they lay naked, her flowerlike fingers caressing his chest. To Vic, this was pure ecstasy. Then her fingers slipped down to his biceps.

"God, lover," she murmured, "your muscles are hard as your prong. I love them all."

Which made Vic feel like a king, although his pals had kidded about his whacker, insinuating that if it was four inches shorter he could have passed for a queen. Lissa urged him onto his back, and her sweet smelling body moved over his. "Vic, honey," she whispered, "let's take our own sweet time and go all the way to heaven and back."

"Yeah," he muttered, "let's. Anyway," he chuckled, "we're in the right spot for it."

Her luscious thighs pressed against his hairy ones. Shivery thrills flashed from his quivering belly to his premature balding spot. What a female! Her hard-nippled boobs were bumping against his heaving chest. Then she moved downward a little and bent her head. He felt the satin-smooth skin of her back and milk-white mounds of her enticing ass. She started to chuckle, then kissed his lips long and passionately.

"Could we play a bit rough, Vic, honey?" she murmured.

"Give it the works, Babe."

She dug her even white teeth into his left nipple and clamped down. At the same time she clutched his balls and squeezed. It did hurt, but Vic gritted his teeth and refused to flinch. The pain felt oddly exciting and thrilling, too. Lissa reversed her position on the blanket, putting her feet near his head. She spread her tantalizing thighs and jerked her heels in toward her sleek buttocks. Close up, he realized, it was even more beautiful than before. Her thighs were moist, giving off a sweet, musky fragrance. It made Vic's whacker jerk up and pulse.

"Kiss my little box, honey," she cooed. "Make hot love to it."

He drew back for a moment, then thrust his tongue in between the glowing lips of her pussy. He plunged his tongue in and out repeatedly. Then a shock hit him as he felt her warm, sweet mouth encircling the head of his prick. He savagely spanked her clit with his tongue. He was going to come quickly, too damned quickly! He tried to draw back, but Lissa clutched his head, pressed down hard and surged up, up, with her pelvis. It was then that Vic heard bells ringing, firecrackers cracking, and he almost went around the bend. Lissa gave a tiny, sharp cry, and held onto his cock with her teeth until it had stopped its convulsive spurting. Lissa and he had come together.

"Oh, Vic, honey," she murmured, "it was divine. I don't care what Dad says. I'm never going to stop doing it with you. I love you, Vic."

"Make a carbon copy of that," he said.

"Now," she went on, "let's rest a minute, honey, and do some more later."

"So soon again?" Vic asked, staring at her. "Babe, it'll be more than a minute."

So they lay there for a full five minutes, relaxing and murmuring sweet words that inevitably come after sexual ecstasy. At the time, that wasn't difficult for Vic to do. He felt that Lissa was the absolute most.

"Penny for your thoughts, Vic," she said, kissing him warmly. "Isn't it time for—"

"Yeah, babe, it's time."

"Can I take the lead this time, Vic?" she cooed. "I want us to get a double kick out of this one." "What have I got to lose?"

She laughed softly and got to her hands and knees in front of him and twisted her neck to look at him. "Let's play you're the big stud, Vic, and I'm the horny little mare."

He mounted her, his whacker pulsing and jerking impatiently. He rubbed its head against her clit. She moaned, writhed, and arched her back. "Don't forget, Vic, I've got two spots that thrill me."

"Two?"

"Sure. Just stick your thumb into one and your prong into the other. Leave the rest to me. I'll do all the work."

Work? For a moment, Vic was so surprised he almost lost his erection, but Lissa reached back and caressed his balls. That saved the day. He worked his thumb into her little brown spot and his cock between those heavenly pink lips of her pussy.

"Go ahead, honey," she begged. "Do it. Do it hard in both places."

Vic was never one to disappoint a female, so he obeyed her. He shoved his pecker in savagely. Lissa yelped, heaved and wriggled, pushing up, up with her pelvis. She kept one hand on his balls, her soft fingers fondling them. She was cooing and crying all at once, half-wild with the pressure of Vic's cock that linked them. They moved fast, then slowly. They desperately wanted to come together. Then Lissa began to move in a tempo that would tolerate no hesitation. Vic sensed that her moment was imminent.

"Vic, honey, oh, Vic!" she cried, "it's almost here. I'm afraid I'm going to faint."

But she didn't, and neither did Vic. When her first muffled cries ceased and her climactic yelp sounded, his prick spurted repeatedly, and they came together.