Chapter 5

After I dropped Bonnie at the car wash, I eased back through town, watching carefully on both sides and in back and in front for Sheriff Andy. I also did not want to run into Bea, in case she went downtown shopping and would wave at her nephew's pickup truck. I made it back to the Harmony place and upstairs past the parlor doors.

The girl was still there. She was drinking a glass of milk and had a nice thin white rim around her black upper lip. She watched me as I climbed the stairs and I thought it would be fun to get her too, but I was not quite sure what limit I would be forced biologically to put on my weekend. I figured that since I had started out to screw the car wash girls I should stick with that; if I had anything left early Monday morning, I'd try to drop a little in little Charity's lap, just for fun.

After a fine afternoon nap, I had what I thought would be a snack at the Take-It-Out-While-It's-Hot hamburger joint I found out there are two things they make nicely in California: girls and burgers. It was a supper. I sat back and ate it all and topped it off with a vanilla shake and kept thinking while I drank the shake about the white rim on Charity Harmony's upper lip. And as the taste of the hamburger faded, I realized that I had not tasted the goodies between Bonnie's legs and that, too, had been one of my goals, to taste them all. Well, I had time to taste her, I thought I owed her some time anyway.

We had decided that June was the one to start with.

Bonnie remembered that when June had complained to her about carrying the burden of virginity around in her cunt Bonnie had offered to fix her up with a good fucker. When she told June his name, June gasped, "Oh, I couldn't do it with him, I've gone to school with Jackie since the third grade. Oh, Bonnie, it would be like doing it with my own brother. I can't I just can't. Does Jackie really do it that good? I can't believe it. Little Jackie." Bonnie assured her that he wasn't so little. June had seemed to get interested, then fell apart. "No, Bonnie, I couldn't do it with Jack. I just couldn't. Forget it. Forget I even mentioned it." Her green eyes had turned a dark brown as she gave up the idea.

After dark that night as I waited in the hamburger joint I finally saw Bonnie pull into the parking lot. She saw me and waved. I got into her car and we drove across town to where June lived with her folks. It was a really fancy part of town. We parked down the street and Bonnie got out to walk to the house.

In about ten minutes she came back out of the house and June was with her. They stood for a few minutes on the front steps, then June disappeared into the darkness toward the garage. I watched Bonnie come back to the car alone. I thought she had failed.

"Thanks for trying," I said.

"Try hell, I did it Don't take too long, lover boy. June's boyfriend is inside the house watching TV and his program will be over in about another half hour and he'll miss June. She's waiting in the garage for you. I'll drive around awhile and pick you up then. Wait on the corner, up the street."

"Hey, that's some plan. Half an hour? What can I do with a virgin in half an hour?"

"That depends on the virgin. Get going."

I opened the door, wondering if I was in my right mind.

"Remember," Bonnie said. "You don't have all night, and she is virgin."

"I'll remember, mamma."

"One more thing. She doesn't want you to say anything. She remembers you from today and she liked you or she wouldn't be doing this. She thinks you're leaving town for good on Monday. Don't mess me up with her-June's a good friend mine. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm doing the right thing."

I leaned over quickly and kissed her cheek. "You are. See you later, on the corner."

When I got out, she drove away as if she and June were simply going on a girlhood ride through the calm California evening and would be back when the program was over so June could entertain her boyfriend. I wished they had made the arrangements so that I could have been fucking June in the back seat while Bonnie drove in circles, but there was no telling what kind of whims a virgin would come up with. I didn't hesitate any longer. I imagined June waiting in the dark garage and I realized that she might be getting cold feet-or rather a cold cunt-and I might be left with nothing to screw except an old inner tube.

I went through the same side door I saw her use. She was there. I could sense her presence before my eyes could adjust and find her.

A dim light came through narrow windows at the front of the garage and I saw a work bench along one wall, covered with tools. Along the other wall were tires and automobile equipment. Parked in the center of the wide garage stood June's father's big Buick. She stood beside it, her hands folded in front of her, her face tilted downward but her eyes looking toward me.

I took her pretty face in my hands. I remembered the deep green of her beautiful eyes, and as I kissed the warm side of her face she was like a sleek, purring and willing cat I opened the rear door of her father's Buick and eased her inside.

I had done a lot of fucking around in the back seats of cars, but this was my first time in a Buick. And since I had only half an hour, there was no time to spare.

I had wasted a lot of time during my teenage years trying to warm girls up. I didn't know most of them were already hotter than I was. I'd heard when I was about twelve that the only way to get into a girl's pants was by following an elaborate routine: On the fifth or sixth date I might get her blouse open and her bra unsnapped. I'd heard that you had to kiss breasts, suck the nipples, for at least two dates. Maybe, on the eighth or ninth date, you could ease your hand past her waist, maybe touch her crotch through her clothes. After you were going steady, she would let you get your hand under her dress, maybe let you unzip her pants and actually touch her pubic hair. After you had promised love eternally she would allow you to get a finger into her cunt, wipe through the juices that by now would be flowing like a river, and once you proposed, only then, could you, if she accepted, take her panties off all the way. Then, and only then, did you unbuckle your own pants and let your prick stand out By then she would be so out of control that as soon as she touched its pulsating sides it would be easy: simply push her onto her back by force of one finger, crawl between her raised legs and give her your seven or eight inches, whatever you had, and once you had accomplished all that you caused a scene in study hall, or in the hallways, told dirty stories about her so she would hate you and break off dating with you, cancel the engagement. Then you could date her best friend who presumably by now had been told what a fantastic fucker you were and who might be an easier lay. Maybe you could get into the best friend's pants in only three months instead of four.

I struggled with that fantastic seduction theory until I was fifteen. Then I found out that it was like so many other theories from philosophy class: it might have sounded workable, but in the real world it offered no advantages.

I found out early that all girls were different. Some you couldn't have fucked if you'd had the last cock in school. Others would let you screw only if you promised marriage. Others you only had to date a few times, act as if you really were really interested in their minds instead of their twats, and they would spread for you during the first movie at the drive-in. Others would just screw because they liked it and knew you did too. I learned to differentiate and to date whatever appealed to me at the moment And I also learned that even the ones who wouldn't screw under any circumstances would at least hold my cock during the second movie.

One thing I learned about girls was that they were all possessed with an abiding interest in and curiosity about cocks. I also learned that it was impossible to fuck one, or even get close, unless you were willing to take out your own cock and let them hold it

After I had practiced that a few times, got good at it and did not come all over myself just as the girl's cool hand closed around it, I discovered how to make a girl come by stroking the front of her cunt. I stopped wasting time on tits. You could fondle some girl's tits all night and get nowhere, but if you started between her legs, you might get everywhere in a matter of minutes.

I discovered the clit by accident, and almost broke my own wrist in the process.

I had my hand in Betty Lou Lacy's pants. I worked one surprised middle finger between the folds of her cunt and she lifted herself a little off the car seat to make it easier for me. I found a hard, cone-like organ that tapered to a point at the front of her cunt and what would be the top if she were lying down. Since it seemed to make her open wider, I kept working my long finger against it over it, stroking and petting while my other fingers worked against her cunt and my palm pressed her hairy mound.

She had my cock in her hand and squeezed it until I was afraid she would permanently damage it, but the reactions she seemed to be having from my finger made me forget my own discomfort She had taken off her shoes and placed both feet against the dashboard and pushed back, lift Sag her ass even more. My finger slid in further, stroked faster. Betty Lou's eyes closed, and she called, "Ooohh, Tim, Tim, your prick is so nice. I love your prick, your cock is so long, it's so hard. I love it I love your prick, cock, cock, balls, ass, balls, your balls, oh Tim give me your balls, your balls, your cock, ooohhhh." Her body suddenly tensed, she lunged with her feet against the dashboard, lifted herself completely off the seat. I was afraid-not for myself, but that I was driving her crazy. But I was only a curious fifteen-year-old and since Betty Lou was sixteen I thought she ought to know when to stop even if I didn't. I thought I was lucky she had kicked off her shoes or I would have lost my dashboard clock.

When finally her shudders stopped and she collapsed on the seat, I pulled my hand out of her snatch. She dropped over me and gave me my second fellating. The first had been only a few months before, in Mrs. Lewdon's basement, standing against the door of her rec room. That had been nice, but Betty Lou was better. She could only take about half my cock in her mouth at first, but she gobble at it like she was starved for it She sucked my come out of me in seconds. I was surprised that, like Mrs. Lewdon, Betty Lou swallowed it. I kissed her afterward, hard on the lips, slid my tongue into her mouth and thought I tasted myself again.

Then Betty Lou had dragged me into the back seat, lay down with her legs spread, and guided my still stiff prick into its first cunt. I fucked her four times that night, almost without stopping. Her cunt was running over with my come. I would have tried for a fifth except that the theatre manager came around tapping on the steamed-up window to let us know that the movie was over and it was time to go home.

Well, it was time to go home with June. I kept thinking of those green eyes. I wished I could have turned on a light and seen them again.

She had changed out of her white short-shorts into a skirt and blouse. She wore no shoes except sandals and those she kicked off when she got into the car. It was the only professional thing she did, for a while.

I blessed the Buick manufacturers, because the rear floor was carpeted and there was plenty of room for us both on the back seat. I'm sure June's father had no idea what use his back seat was being put to, and in his own garage, while he sat inside watching TV with June's boyfriend, whoever he might be. I'm sure her father was glad to be sitting there, too, because he knew that with the boyfriend in sight nobody was fucking his daughter.

But June was mine. All mine.

She gave soft little whimpers from time to time. But she was willing. Except for the first time I touched her between her legs, she did not hesitate or flinch. I lay her on her back. Gently kissing her forehead, her nose and her mouth, I brought my right hand up under her dress and found the source of her heat Like most girls, she was damp already.

She flinched slightly when I put my hand over the crotch of her panties. Then she spread her legs slightly and let me touch down between her thighs. I didn't try to work my finger into her yet, but caressed across her cunt and lifted her ass off the seat, then lay her back down.

She was kissing my face when I brought my hand back through her crotch to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my hand down inside and my fingers stroked her pubic hair. It was thick and I imagined as black as the hair on her head. Her legs spread wide now, pinning me to the car seat, making it easy for me to slide my middle finger along the moist lips of her cunt and firmly but slowly in between the warm lips. It went in as far as the second joint, then came up against her maidenhead.

I stroked back along her clit and she squeezed her legs together, catching my hand. I flicked my finger back add forth across her and she started breathing deeply. I knew I had to keep her hot, but couldn't let her get far ahead of me or she might change her mind, and I'd be left standing on the corner with such a hard-on that Bonnie would be afraid to pick me up.

I pulled my hand away from her cunt and caught the back of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips and helped as I took them off her bare feet. I started to go back to her but she whispered, "Wait, please, wait minute." She sat up and began to unfasten the waist of her skirt to take it off.

She had broken her own self-imposed silence, so I said, "June, it's going to be very nice. You're a beautiful, beautiful girl."

She stopped taking her skirt off and looked at me. "Bonnie said you were all right. She said I should trust you."

"You can."

She asked, "Well, um, aren't you going to do something?"

I had been so busy with her that I had forgotten my own clothes. I smiled and she saw my smile in the dim light and seemed to relax. I took off my shirt, kicked off my own sandals, and started unbuckling my belt. She finished taking off her skirt and folded it carefully over the front seat She found her panties and placed them neatly on top of her skirt. That was professional, too. Then she I turned to watch me as I slid my pants down and laid them across the front seat. I guess fucking Bonnie in he middle of the city park that afternoon, and the sheriff's wife in his own jail, had robbed me of my senses. If June's father had stumbled out to the garage in search of a hammer with which to tune the TV, the first thing he would have adjusted would have been my head. But the adventure of fucking his virgin daughter in his own car in his own garage made the excitement only more intense.

June lay down under me. I touched her bush and she was ready. My fingers roamed through her cunt hairs and around the edges of her lips.

"Oh, oh," she said, squeezing my hand between her legs again. "Nobody has ever touched me there. Nobody."

Her hand found my cock and felt its hardness, its readiness. "It will go in, won't it? All of it?"

"Yes. It fits. It's supposed to fit and it will. It might hurt a little at first, but not for long. Did Bonnie explain anything?"

"Just how nice it is, and how nice you are." She moved her hand back and forth along my cock. She was not exciting me too much. She was too interested in her own exploration of a prick to try to get me worked up. She felt my balls. "Oh, I trust you. Please don't stop if I cry. If I say to stop, please don't."

"Your beautiful." I parted her cunt lips with my fingers. "You're beautiful down here, too."

I lay over her and touched her stomach with my cock. My balls rubbed gently against her hairy mound. She opened her knees and I lay between her legs, our feet sticking out the open door of the car. She still wore her blouse so I slid my hands underneath it and felt her tits. They lay in a small, girl-sized bra. She lifted herself on her elbows for me to reach behind her and unfasten the maps and when her bra was loose I reached under it and fondled her little breasts and moved her firm nipples from ode to side.

"It will be all right," I said. "Don't be afraid of anything."

I kissed her mouth. She was very sweet and put her arms around my neck. She spread her legs wider.

"I'm ready," she whispered to the side of my face. "I'm so ready."

I passed my middle finger through her slit again, he juices were flowing out of her and down her ass, soaking her cunt, waiting for me, anticipating me. Then I remembered what I had not done with Bonnie and remembered that I had never tasted any girl, much less a virgin, pressed her mound and lifted her ass slightly and said "Let me do something first. Don't be afraid of anything Just go with me and I'm going to make you happy."

"Yes," she said.

I raised her body to me, brought my face down between her legs, and gave her mound its first kiss. She was ready for that, too. Her mysterious, dark and inviting odors rose to meet me. My lips worked their way down through her thick forest, my fingers automatically parted the sweet lips, and all of her was there waiting for me, all of the folds and layers and softness and hardness. More of her rose into my nostrils and my lips went down on her, inside her this time, and my tongue instinctively began darting into her.

Her thighs gripped my head. She began to roll slightly back and forth, after she got over the initial embarrassment of having somebody kissing and eating her snatch. I darted my tongue faster and faster. She was very sensitive at her clit and each time I flicked against it her ass rose from the car seat. Girls must have been designed for this kind of treatment, I thought, because the curve of her body was such that my face fit exactly between her legs. Where her crotch sloped to form the snug place for her cunt was just right for my mouth and nose and my chin rested perfectly on the swell of her ass. It was uncomfortable for my neck, but when I slid my hands under her ass and raised her some more, everything fell into place.

My face reeked with her juices, like I had laid my face in a huge juicy orange and couldn't get enough of the tangy moisture that gushed from its opening. She was oddly almost without taste except for a musky, strange odor on my tongue that kept me plunging back for the real taste, the juicy core of her body that always seemed just beyond reach of my tongue.

Her fingers wrapped in my hair. She sighed, "Oh, yesss, yyeesssss," as her thigh muscles tightened. She straightened her back and squirmed her ass in a small circle, her cunt pushing up into my face. I thought my tongue licked against her maidenhead.

I tore my face away from her cunt, though I could have stayed in there all night. My cock was throbbing as if it might burst its head. Still holding her ass in the air, I lowered myself between her legs, touched the mouth of her vagina with my prick, and pressed forward slightly and in went the head.

She spread easily for it at first Her cunt lips closed around the head and almost caressed part of the shaft I pressed further forward and felt her maidenhead begin to stretch. "It's in," she whispered, "oh, it's really in, oh do it to me, do it to me, do it to me now."

She found footholds on each side of the open door and pushed hard, spreading her thighs to make it easier. She felt the head of my cock inside her and tossed her head from side to side, moaned and sighed and began kissing my neck. She clung to me with both arms around my neck, her thighs gripping my hips as if there was a chance I would pull out of her without going all the way.

There was no chance of that.

I eased off, but not far, then pressed harder and her maidenhead parted enough to accept the entire head of my cock. I pulled back to ease her pressure and June's thighs tugged at me again and back I went sliding very slowly and gradually. She knew this time I would not stop.

"It's going into you," I whispered. "All of it. You're going to take it all."

"I want it Oh, yyeessss, oh God it's so big, so good."

Juices gushed around my cock and my ass pulled itself together. My cock seemed to grow larger as my balls tightened in their sack. I pressed further down, sinking the head and the shaft down into her soaking, lubricated cunt, and I kept sliding in. Her muscles opened and closed for me, gripped and parted for me, accepting, stretching, expanding for the first time and closing tight around every inch of my prick.

I felt my balls against her ass.

Her ankles brushed my ass, her entire lower body open to me.

I eased out, leaving the engorged head far up her but beginning to slide on the greased folds of her cunt. Then I pushed with my knees against the car seat and I plunged fast up her all the way again, my balls banging against the cheeks of her ass, and I gave her what she wanted, all of it, in and out back in, fucking fast, in and out of her cunt, in and out and her pussy kept pushing up at me as she accepted my fuck, kept me inside, not wanting my withdrawal for another stroke but allowing it because she knew now that it would bring another deep thrust that her body wanted so much.

I held her firm little ass in both hands. She kept both arms around my neck, her legs around my hips. "It can't hurt me now," she said, almost laughing with joy. "It did at first but not now, now it can't ever hurt me, and God it's the warmest thing I've ever had, stay in forever, stay in."

I pulled just about all of the way out, fighting her muscles that gripped me, then I pushed all the entire length back up her. She clamped me down then, wrapped her ankles around my ass and began pumping her hips fast up and down.

I laid her down on the seat then, leaned on my hands over her and fucked in and out, in and out, in and out, my prick sliding quickly on her juices, back and forth in her tight glove of a cunt

Her ass threw her cunt further up to me and her rhythm caught mine, and we rocked back and forth and from side to side. I pumped in and out of her sweet young slit, her dark place between her legs opening to take me in all the way, my hard, throbbing cock sliding out of her and thrusting back in, the head reaching further, stretching further. I felt my cock and my balls soaking from her come as she held on tight. My own orgasm gathered in waves along the back of my legs and tingled all the way out to the end of my cock, as the head enlarged, grew, expanded.

June let all of herself go as she clung tight to my neck. She must have felt the more urgent thrusts of my cock. She started gasping as if she couldn't get her breath. My urgings came faster and faster. She clung to me, wrapped me, and I felt every inch of her body fold into me.

My come burst out splashed far up inside her, spurting, spurting, as she gasped and squirmed her cunt down

over my pulsing cock to suck more spurts out of me.

We lay in each other's arms as we relaxed and returned to earth.

I kissed her lips for a long time, then eased my cock out of her cunt and climbed out of the car. She sat up at the doorway and hugged my ass. She brushed her lips quickly and shyly over my prick.

Then she stood up. The young pro again. "Dad has some paper towels here some place." She rummaged around until she found the roll, then tore some off and cleaned between her legs. She gave me one and I did the same.

She said, "Do I want to know your name?"

"I don't know if you do or not. I know that I'd like to fuck you again."

"Thank you. I didn't know if I would be any good or not. I worried about it I couldn't have done that with some boy I knew. In case I just wasn't any good at it."

"Don't ever worry about that, June. You're very good, and your cunt is perfect"

She kissed me and held my cock for a moment. She let me run my hand through her pubic hair again. The tip of my fingers kissed the lips of her cunt Then we got dressed.

"How long have we been here?" she asked. "Time's almost up."

"Okay." She stepped into her sandals and went to be side door and looked out a small window. "God, do you think I look like a mess? Do you think anybody can tell just by looking at me?"

"You'll look fine," I said. From what I could see, in the dim light she did look fine. She looked like she might have blossomed in the last half hour. And I was pleased that I had been able to help in that blossoming.

She said softly, "Bye. Tell Bonnie I'll see her tomorrow." She slipped out the door before I could touch her again.

I waited until she was safely inside, then I went out myself and walked up the street to the corner.

Bonnie was cruising and saw me and came back for me. I got in beside her. She drove slowly, comfortably, and had some good music playing on her radio.

I leaned back, relaxed, spread my legs and accepted the cigarette Bonnie offered me.

"June said she'd see you tomorrow," I said.

Bonnie grinned at me. "Nice girl, isn't she."

"She's great."

"You know her father."

"I do?" I asked. I didn't know anybody in California. "Her name is June Anderson. Her father is the sheriff." "Oh my God. You wouldn't do that to me." "I just did."

My balls seemed to shrivel in my pants at the idea of what could have happened to me if I'd gotten caught. I'd have never gotten out of jail. I stared at Bonnie. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"If I had told you, your dick would have turned inside out before it stood up for that girl. And she's too nice to have that happen, just because she has the bad luck to have a father who's sheriff. As it was, you had no problem, did you?"

I remembered June's deep, virgin cunt I remembered how it had tasted and I thought of her mother's too, in the jail cell. I had had mother and daughter. My balls relaxed and my prick stretched out softly like a sleeping snake. "I had no problem, Bonnie," I said, smiling with my own secrets.