Chapter 1
Roger Dutton was driving through Wooster, Ohio, his hardware sample case in the back seat, as usual ogling the girls and trying to spot the hardware stores, both at the same time.
As it happened, there were several likely-looking chicks on Wooster's main drag. Roger drove along beside one of them, a tall, dark-haired girl in her mid-twenties---at least 12 years younger than he---for about half a mile, until he realized he also had to make a few sales calls. A Roger Dutton was, after all, a salesman. He was also a dirty old man, an admirer of females of any age past pre-puberty, a Playboy subscriber, a purchaser of erotic literature, magazines and movies. Selling hardware was his occupation; sex was his preoccupation.
Roger parked his car near Elmer's Hardware Emporium, dragged his sample case into the store, and talked with Elmer himself for about a half-hour, coming away with a sizable order. Then, he decided to celebrate, in his own special way. He went back to his car, put his sample case in the trunk and a dime in the meter and wandered down Main Street, looking for his kind of boutique.
There were, as it happened, six fancy ladies' dress shops on the street. Roger wandered in and out of them, looking for the proper situation. At the "In Shop," he found it. The "In Shop" was one of those boutiques that cater to college-age girls, or girls who like college styles. It featured hot pants, leather vests, sweaters with ecology designs, long, brightly-colored gowns and the like.
Roger walked in and was pleased to see no less than three very attractive young girls browsing through the racks---two brunettes and a blonde. The blonde particularly caught his eye. She was wearing one of those tight, white sweaters and navy knit pants. Her hair was honey-colored and she had that type of skin that always seemed tanned.
After gazing at the girls for a few moments---enough to make sure he liked what he saw, but not enough to make his watching too obvious---Roger walked back through the store toward the dressing rooms.
Now most stores in big cities these days provide dressing rooms with actual doors. A few have curtains. The small towns have more curtains than doors, perhaps because there are fewer dirty old men in such places. At any rate, the "In Shop," had curtains. Burlap curtains that didn't hang right, as a matter of fact. Curtains that couldn't really be closed properly.
A saleslady, the store manager, most likely, a matronly 50-year-old, approached Roger, smiling.
"Yes, sir," she said, "may we help you?"
"Yes, you may," Roger said brightly. "Have you seen a red-haired woman, about 30, with a three-year---old girl in tow?"
"Sorry," the lady said, "I haven't."
"Hmmn," Roger said, evidently perturbed. "That's my wife. I was supposed to meet her here." He looked at his watch. "About five minutes ago, as a matter of fact."
"No one's been in of that description," the lady said sweetly.
Roger sighed. "Well," he said, "she's often late. Do you mind if I wait?"
"No," the lady said, "of course not. Why don't you look through the racks? You might find something you'd like her to try on."
"Don't mind if I do," Roger replied brightly.
The lady wandered away, no longer interested in him. And just in time, as a matter of fact. The blonde passed him, on the way to the dressing room, with a number of dresses over her arm.
Roger moved back, apparently looking at the clothing. Now he was well out of sight of the saleslady and of the other two customers. But he could see the changing booths perfectly. The blonde had walked into the one at the end, entirely unaware of him. She pulled the curtain closed as best she could, which wasn't very well. Roger took up a position of seeming innocence---with a fine view inside that changing booth.
As Roger watched, the blonde hung the dresses she intended to try on on a hook attached to the back wall of the booth and started taking off her sweater. She pulled it up, over her head, and off, shaking her hair free of it. She was wearing a delicate little white lace bra. Roger felt his loins begin to stir. Then the girl unzipped the side zipper on her pants and slipped them on too. She had splendid, shapely, well-tanned legs and a cute little ass that was barely covered by her filmy panties.
Now Roger was getting excited. The girl was down to her bra and panties and she was a real looker. Her tits weren't large, but they stuck straight out, making her bra bulge nicely. Her pubic bush was a shadow barely visible through her panties. She looked through the dresses she'd brought back to the booth, trying to decide which to try on first.
Roger's cock was getting hard. He put his hand in his pocket and gave it a couple of squeezes. Briefly, he wondered how the girl would feel if she knew she was being watched. Maybe she'd be embarrassed. But maybe she'd put on a show.
The first thing the girl tried on was a long, flowered gown. Roger was disappointed to see her step into it and cover up her luscious body. But he had to admit the outfit looked good on the girl. He gave his cock a few more squeezes and was rewarded with new tingles of excitement.
The girl wasn't too fond of the dress, it seemed. She took it off rather quickly, which was fine with Roger. Then, she reached for the next hanger. On it was one of those knit dresses with a wild animal pattern on it. Roger was squeezing his cock regularly now and he felt his breath getting a bit short.
The girl held the sweater-dress up to her body, as if she were considering something. Then, she slipped it on, her beautiful body again hidden from view. After a few moments of examining herself from all angles in the changing booth mirror, she took the dress off. Then she cocked her head and smiled a wicked little smile. She reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra. Roger's fingers fumbled with his dick through the fabric of his pocket. He was rubbing and squeezing now and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead.
The girl shrugged her bra off, slipping it over the changing booth hook. Now she was wearing only panties. For a moment, she looked at herself in the mirror, pleased, it seemed; with what she saw. She cupped her tits for an instant and gave them a squeeze. Then, she reached for the sweater-dress once more.
Roger had a hand in each pocket now and was pummeling his prick with increasing speed. The organ. was now hard and completely erect, and throbbing with pleasure. He let himself imagine what it would feel like to ram the thing into that pretty blonde in the changing booth and his breathing shifted into high gear.
The blonde stepped into the sweater-dress and zipped it up. She looked at herself in the mirror critically, noting especially how her tits looked. As far as Roger was concerned, they looked terrific. There was just the slightest sag to them, just enough so the casual observer would know there was no bra underneath. But evidently the girl wasn't satisfied. She raised her hands and stuck out her index fingers, rubbing them over her nipples until the little nubbins poked out against the fabric of the dress.
Roger felt his cock give an extra leap of excitement. The way it was now, he didn't dare be seen by anyone. His cock was poking practically straight out, making his pants into a tent-like pyramid. Still, he squeezed some more, rhythmically this time.
The girl unzipped the dress and stepped out of it, giving Roger a clear view of her tits. He was right, they were small. But they were perfect, shaped like little ice-cream cones, with a cherry-colored nipple on the end. He wanted to grab them and caress them. He wanted to flick his thumbs over those hard red nipples. He wanted to sink his fingers into her boobs. He wanted to get his lips around those nipples and suck until she was quivering with sexual desire. He wanted to jam his hand down past her panties into the forest of cunt hair between her legs. He wanted to stick his finger into her cunt hole and ream it out until it was dripping with cunt juice, until her entire body was jerking with lust. And, as he watched her, all of these fantasies went through Roger's mind.
The girl looked at herself in the mirror once more, still clad only in her sheer panties. The separation between her ass cheeks was clearly visible. She was concerned, though, with her tits. Once more, she flicked her index fingers over her nipples, making them grow, causing them to get hard, to turn a darker red. For a moment, Roger thought she was doing this to see what the effect would be when she put the dress back on. But not this time. She was actually playing with herself. As Roger watched, the girl's eyes closed---and her fingers continued their work.
His cock was practically going crazy by now. He knew that if he kept playing with it, he was going to have a mess in his pants. Yet he wanted to cum very badly. He just had to cum, while the girl was still there, while he could still see her.
The blonde had released her tits now and was reaching for another dress. She hadn't bothered to put her bra back on. Apparently, she liked the no-bra look. Roger approved completely. He'd even had the fantasy of planting bombs in the leading bra-manufacturing companies throughout the United States.
After the blonde put on the next dress, she fingered her nipples once more, making them stand out. Roger was also doing some fingering. His cock was just about as erect as it could get and he felt the first drops of moisture that came before orgasm.
He made the decision. It was safe, no one could see him. He quickly unzipped his fly and whipped out his dick. His right hand made a fist around it and he started pumping, up and down.
Suddenly, he saw someone coming, out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, he forgot that he was hidden from the shoulder on down. It was one of the brunette customers, with a load of clothing over her arm. She entered the changing booth next to the blonde's and pulled the curtain shut haphazardly. She hadn't even noticed Roger.
Now, Roger's gaze shifted toward the brunette as she quickly stripped down to her bra and panties. She had a much more voluptuous figure than the blonde, but Roger wasn't sure which one he liked better. Fantasies flew through his mind as he watched both girls now, his eyes darting back and forth between them, his hand moving up and down on his cock until it was practically a blur.
Just when the blonde was naked to the waist once more, Roger felt his cock lurch and a tremendous thrill shot through him as he began to spurt out his love juice. Again and again, his cock jerked and quivered, his eyes glued to the girls in the changing booths. He glanced down to see gobs of white cum shooting out of his prick, spurting onto a rack of two-piece bathing suits. Finally it was over, he was drained. He gave his cock a shake or two to get rid of any clinging drops of semen, then he stuck it back in and zipped up his pants. He wandered toward the front of the store, looking as innocent as can be.
"Your wife isn't here yet?" the sales lady inquired pleasantly.
"Nope. I'm thinking of going out to look for her."
The woman nodded without much interest and went over to help out the other brunette. At the moment, the blonde, who had emerged from the dressing room, walked up to the cash register, two or three dresses in her hand. . A glance told Roger she hadn't put her bra back on.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, looking at her tits just long enough so that she'd know he'd noticed, "I just wanted to say that I think you'd look fantastic in any of those outfits."
She girl blushed visibly. "Thank-you," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
"Just remember this rule," Roger said boldly, heading toward the door, "the less, the better."
He walked out without observing her reaction. He wasn't interested in picking her up. He was spent, for now anyway. But he loved saying sexy things and shocking people.
Satisfied for the moment, Roger Dutton got back into his car and drove down the street, toward another hardware store he knew of. There, he sold another large order. At the third store in town, he didn't do so well.
He considered his situation for a moment. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon. He could drive on to the next town, but the stores would be closed by the time he got there. Better to sleep here and get a good start early in the morning.
But that meant that Roger had time to kill. And it didn't take him long to figure out how to kill it. So far, Roger realized, Wooster, Ohio had been a lucky town. Perhaps his luck would hold. He checked into the local hotel, locked up his sample case in the trunk of his car and got directions to the local high school. It was just about the right time, he reflected. School should be out about now.
The high school, it turned out, was about three miles from the center of town. Roger had a bit of trouble finding it, but eventually he pulled up in front of the modernistic building. Teenagers were pouring out of the doors now, eager to escape the drudgery, happy to go their own way.
For a while, Roger just sat in his car, watching and feeling his prick tingle at the sight of the nubile, miniskirted young bodies walking by. No one gave him even a glance.
He reflected on the girls. Every year seemed to bring prettier teenagers, with more womanly bodies. And every year, they seemed to expose more of those pretty bodies. Teenage girls didn't look like this when he was a teenager, Roger thought, watching groups of them walk past, giggling and gossiping. He admired the firm young legs, the bulging boobs, the long blonde or brown hair, the innocent faces.
They weren't so innocent, he thought. The pill had changed all that. Half of the girls he was looking at, if those surveys he'd read in the newspapers could be trusted, had already been fucked. It seemed impossible. They looked so completely innocent, as if they'd run screaming from the sight of an erect cock. Yet 50% had welcomed pricks into their wet, virgin cunts. He even knew a few who'd welcomed his, he thought with a smile. With continued luck, he'd at least have one more like that today.
Roger Dutton went over his technique. It was all so simple, now that girls and boys were hitchhiking so frequently. All he had to do was drive around the school area, looking for a girl hitchhiker, pick her up, get her excited, and he could put another mark on the scorecard. But, from his experience, he knew that few girls tried to hitch rides this close to school. They walked for a while, until they got tired. Then they hitched. Very often, girls who left school late, maybe after choir practice or Spanish Club meetings or detention hall, sought rides. By then, the school buses had all departed.
After a while, Roger started his car engine and began to cruise around the streets in the neighborhood of the high school. The sidewalks were filled with teenagers on the way home, or on the way to the soda shop or the dime store or where ever. Now and then, Roger spotted a boy hitchhiking. Once, he was almost fooled by a fellow with shoulder-length blond hair. At the last minute, he noticed the absence of tits and continued driving.
After about a half hour, there were few school kids around anymore---and Roger hadn't found what he was looking for. He started driving farther and farther away from the high school, but no luck. For a while, he considered going back to the boutique, but realized his story would seem suspicious when told a second time. Besides, he wasn't likely to do as well as he did earlier that afternoon He drove back to the high school, looking for stragglers. There were a few, but none were trying to thumb a ride. He even thought of stopping and offering a girl a lift---without being asked. But that was trouble. He decided against it almost as soon as the idea occurred to him. The last thing he needed was to have some babe go running to the law.
Roger was about a half mile from the high school, just about ready to go into town and see what the bars had to offer, when he spotted her, a 15 or 16-year-old girl with long blonde hair that looked like it had been ironed (and probably had been), wearing blue jeans, sandals and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt. She was standing by the road, thumb out, looking for a ride. There were plenty of cars passing by, but, fools that they were, they were not stopping.
There was no hesitation on Roger's part. He pulled up to a quick, smooth stop right beside the girl. But, as he did, another teenager ran down the sidewalk, yelling and waving frantically. For a moment, Roger was sure it was another long-haired boy. But boys don't wear mini-skirts. Now two girls are a lot harder to seduce than one and Roger knew it. He had to take them both, however. He didn't have much choice. They were obviously friends.
The blonde girl opened the front door and jumped in, moving close to Roger to make room for her friend. The blonde, Roger thought, sizing her up instantly, was the athletic type, a vigorous, outdoorsy sort of girl, somewhat on the tom-boyish side. Her friend, Roger saw as the girl entered the car, looked like she might have been made of Dresden China. She was pale and angelic-looking with a tiny little nose and glistening light brown hair.
"Thanks for waiting up, Pam," she said to the other girl.
"It's all right, Penny," Pam said. "We should thank the man for giving us a ride."
"That's all right," Roger said, deciding he had nothing to lose by being suggestive immediately. "No man in his right mind would refuse to give two beautiful young girls a lift."
They glanced at each other and laughed.
"Yes sir," Roger said, continuing, "they make girls a lot better looking now than they did in my day."
"Oh, that couldn't have been so long ago," the blonde said. "You don't look decrepit to me."
"I'm not," Roger put in quickly, "I'm not, believe me."
"Thank heavens," the dark-haired girl said with a wink.
My God, Roger thought, they're flirting with me. "Which way, girls?" he asked.
They looked at each other and Roger thought there was something a little strange about it.
"Ah, just go down this street," Pam said.
"We'll tell you when to stop," Penny added.
"We certainly will," said Pam.
"You know," Roger said, putting the car into gear and driving off, "there's another thing that's changed about teenage girls since my day."
"What's that?" said Penny. She seemed to be leading him on.
"Well, if what I read in the newspapers is true, there aren't many virgins around anymore." He expected the remark to shock them, but they only laughed.
"Is your sister a virgin?" Pam asked Penny.
"She says she is," Penny replied. "But you can't always believe a ten-year-old."
Somehow, Roger managed to keep the car from veering off the road.
"What about the girls in your school," he finally managed to say.
"What about them?" Pam said, a sly smile on her face.
"Are most of them virgins?"
"Mister," Penny said, "there are two kinds of girls who are virgins today. Ugly girls and dumb girls."
"If you'll pardon the observation," Roger said after a short pause (during which he managed to regain his senses), "neither of you seem ugly or dumb. In fact, you're both very pretty and both very smart, I'd say."
"The man not only drives a nice car," Pam said to Penny, "but he also has good judgment."
Roger tried desperately to come up with another flip remark that would advance his cause. "You like sex, both of you?" he finally said, doing the best he could.
"Sex is a groove," Pam said.
Penny just sighed, closed her eyes and wiggled her ass. "It's the best thing since peanut butter."
"You both have boyfriends?"
The girls looked at each other again, with that same odd look. "Well," Pam said with an elfin grin, "not exactly."
"You play the field then?"
"I guess you could say that," said Penny, the angelic-looking one.
"Well," said Roger, finally ready with a witticism, "I'm part of the field."
"Mister," Pam said, "do you live around here?"
"No," said Roger. "I live in New York."
"New York?" Penny said. "Boy, I've heard a lot about New York."
"Me, too," Pam added. "All about the dirty books and dirty movies. Do you have any of those?"
"I sure do," Roger said, "but not with me." He cursed himself for not carrying his collection in his trunk, then he remembered he did have a couple of books in his suitcase, back at the hotel. He told the girls, who looked at each other with that odd expression again.
"Are you in a hurry to get home, girls?"
"Not me," they said, almost in unison.
"Then you won't mind if I drive back to the hotel to get the books."
"Not in the least."
Roger turned around and went back to the hotel. He was back in his car within five minutes, afraid the girls would be gone, or that the whole thing was a dream. They were waiting for him.
"You know," he said, handing them two paperback books and an erotic picture magazine, "it's against the law to corrupt the morals of a minor."
Pam looked at him with a wicked grin. "Do you really think you're corrupting our morals?" she asked.
"Maybe last year you would have been," Penny said.
"Or a year-and-a-half ago."
Roger started the car and drove back along the road he'd been traveling. The girls read through the books and looked at the picture magazine, giggling, pointing and whispering in each other's ears. Roger glanced over at them from time to time, trying to see what they were reading, or what pictures they were looking at. Once, he noticed, they had the magazine open to a double-page spread of two girls frenching each other. He saw a little movement underneath the magazine, which was sitting on the girl's laps, and Penny suddenly jumped and giggled.
By now, Roger had the very biggest hard-on of his . entire life. With the least little bit of luck, he'd end up inside both of their panties. For a starter, he made no attempt whatsoever to hide his erection. And, after a while, one of the girls looked over at him.
"Why, Mister," Pam said. "What's that lump in your pants? You got a growth or something?"
"You know damn well what it is."
"I don't," Penny said, feigning innocence. She reached across, over her friend and put her finger on the very tip of Roger's cock. He made it twitch. "Oh," she said, pulling back as if she'd been frightened, "it's alive."
"Damn right."
Penny put her finger back on Roger's cock and it twitched once more. Then Pam did the same.
"Hey, Pam," Penny said, "let's go to Lincoln Woods Park."
Pam turned to Roger Dutton. "How long you staying here, Mister?"
"Name's Roger. And I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I don't know when I'll be back, if ever."
"All right," Pam said. "Take the next turn to the right."
Roger did as he was told. Out of the comer of his eye, he saw something that intrigued him more than anything else so far. Pam had her hand on Penny's thigh and she was slowly sliding it upward. At the same time, Penny was parting her legs. No time like the present, Roger thought, and put his own hand on Pam's The girl didn't make the slightest objection. In fact, she too spread her legs. Roger moved his hand up her blue-jeaned legs, toward the crotch.
"Left at the next corner."
He took his hand away to make the turn and glanced toward the girls as he straightened out. Pam's hand was now in Penny's crotch and the angelic-looking teenager was squeezing it tightly with her thighs.
"It's up there," Penny said, pointing.
The sign ahead of them read "Lincoln Woods Park." Roger turned in. It was a magnificent park, meadows, fields and closely packed trees. He drove through the dirt road that ran up the middle of it. The place seemed deserted.
"Park there," Pam instructed.
Roger pulled over and stopped the car. The three of them got out. Pam took Roger's left hand, Penny his right and they walked into the woods.
"We have our own special spot here," Pam said.
"No one else knows about it," Penny added. "We come here all the time."
"It's completely private," Pam said. "You'll see."
They walked down a path for awhile, then turned off it, heading into the brush. The girls pushed aside a few bushes and, after a few more steps, there was a clearing about the size of a bedroom. The grass was soft and dense. The spot was shielded on all sides by dense undergrowth. Only a helicopter could have spotted them.
Penny sat down on the grass and Pam sat beside her. In a moment, they were both lying down, Pam's arms around the dark-haired girl. They kissed deeply and, despite the fact that they were clothed, they rubbed their tits together.
Roger watched with open mouth. He'd picked up a pair of lesbians, he thought. Pam seemed to be the butch. She pushed her hand between Penny's thighs and wiggled it around, causing the smaller girl to sigh and rotate her hips. With her other hand, she caressed Penny's tits, which were large and rounded.
Roger bent over the girls, running his hand up Penny's naked legs and joining Pam's hand between her legs. With his other hand, he took hold of one of Pam's pointy tits and squeezed it lustfully.
Finally, Pam turned and looked at him. "I have an idea," she said. "You can help me undress her."
"I'd like that," Roger said.
Penny was also listening. She lay back and closed her eyes, completely passive.
Pam started working on the dark-haired girl's skirt, while Roger fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. He made it -a point to touch her tits again and again, noticing how large and soft-they seemed, through her clothing. It took him about a minute to strip her free of her blouse and another 30 seconds or so to get her bra off. For an instant, he stared at Penny's tits. They were massive pale globes, topped by large pinkish nipples. He cupped them with both hands and pressed against them. Penny sighed with pleasure.
Below the waist, Pam had already stripped off the girl's miniskirt. Together, she and Roger reached for the elastic waistband of the girl's panties and pulled them down over Penny's thighs. Between her legs was a patch of beautifully soft, curly auburn cunt hair. Roger immediately grazed his fingers over it and Penny pushed her pelvis upward, jamming her cunt against his fingers.
Now that Penny was completely naked and looking just about as delicious as a girl can, Roger turned toward Pam, the tom-boy. For a moment, Pam crossed her arms over her tits, as if she wanted to discourage him. Then, evidently, she had a second thought. She let her arms drop to her side and just stood there, smiling.
Roger glanced down at Penny. The pretty dark-haired girl had a hand between her legs and she was masturbating wildly. Her eyes were shut tight and there was a soft, sweet smile on her face.
He turned back to Pam, who seemed to be waiting for him. He put his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. Their lips met in furious desire. After a moment, both mouths opened and two wet, warm tongues met, sliding and slipping against one another, darting into one another's mouth, exploring the terribly sensitive places behind the teeth and on the roof of the mouth. Roger pressed his chest against Pam's pointy tits, feeling them' dig into him. He reached a hand down and pushed her ass toward him, so that their crotches met. He ground his enormous hard-on against her and she rotated her hips against him in return. She was young in years, perhaps, but not in experience or desire.
He reached his other hand underneath her Mickey Mouse T-shirt and worked on the hooks of the girl's bra. Soon, it snapped free.
"Come," she said, "let's lie down."
Roger didn't need to be asked twice. Together, they sank to the grass, beside Penny. The dark-haired girl's eyes were open now and she was gazing at the two of them, one finger pushed into her cunt hair, centered directly on her clit, wiggling and pushing and playing.
On the ground, Roger helped Pam off with her T-shirt and with her bra. Her tits were just as pointy without the bra as with them. She had dark nipples which were sticking out like pencil erasers. Roger bent down and first kissed one, then the other. Pam pushed her chest up, ramming her boobs into his mouth. He sucked on them like a baby, until the teenager was shivering with passion.
For a moment, Roger raised his head. Pam was unbuckling her belt and unzipping the fly of her blue jeans.
He gave her a helping hand, caressing her cunt a little as he rolled her pants down over her sinewy thighs. Then he pulled off her panties.
Pam had a fuller figure than Penny did, but it was no less attractive. She was well-filled-out all over, firm and muscular where it was good to be firm and muscular. She had almost no hips at all and a very slender waist. Her cunt hair was sparse and just as blonde as the hair on her head. Roger would have been completely happy to fuck her until the end of his days.
But there was another girl to consider, one just as beautiful in her way---Penny. Pam was already worrying about her friend. She'd rolled away from Roger and toward Penny throwing her arms around the naked girl.
Roger pulled back to watch. Pam clambered on top of her dark-haired friend, who spread her thighs like she'd done it a thousand times before.
"My God, Pam," Penny said, "I've never been this excited before."
"Me neither, baby," Pam said. "This is the best."
She pushed a thigh against Penny's cunt and started to rub against her rhythmically. In turn, Penny moved against Pam, her ass rising and falling, rising and falling.
While he watched, Roger began to undress himself. Of all things, he'd never expected this when he pulled up to the high school: two pretty teenage girls hot for each other and not about to resist, he was sure, his own advances.
He stretched out beside the rutting girls, luxuriating in the soft grass, the scent of pine needles and the smell of cunt juice. There was plenty of that. Roger could see it glistening on Pam's thigh. That was Penny's cunt juice, he thought. He watched as the girls mashed their tits together, their nipples jabbing into each other. Pam's thigh was pressed hard against Penny's cunt and Penny's thigh was tightly pressed into Pam's crotch. Both girls were panting now, passion robbing them of their breath.
Roger grazed his hands over the girls, over Pam's back, over Penny's legs. He touched their tits were they were almost joined together. He ran a finger down the crack between Pam's ass cheeks, tickling the girl's asshole for an instant, sliding past it into the curly blonde cunt hair. Pam seemed to raise her pelvis slightly so that Roger is finger could go where he wanted it to---into her dripping cunt hole. He shoved it as deeply into her as he could, feeling the hot crevices inside of her, titillating the sensitive tissues. Pam sighed and wiggled her ass, driving his finger even deeper.
With the other hand, Roger reached between Penny's thighs and dived toward her hot hairy cunt. He insinuated his finger into her cunt hole, deeper and deeper. She was even wetter than her girlfriend and. her cunt was surprisingly tight, if, as she'd implied, she wasn't a virgin.
Roger had a girl impaled on each hand now, but both of them seemed more interested in each other than in him.
They were kissing deeply and wetly, making sloppy noises with each other. Both bodies were twisting and churning and Roger had a devil of a time keeping his fingers in both.
Slowly, he became aware of his growing need---to plant that prick of his in some sweet, damp cunt. It didn't matter which one, but he wanted to fuck. He could feel the love juice gathering in his balls, ready to shoot into one of the girls, either of them.
Pam finally realized Roger's need. She could hardly have missed, since his enormous organ was jammed against her ass and twitching. She rolled oh' of her girlfriend, who looked around to see why she'd suddenly been deprived.
Roger looked at Pam. "I want to stick it in you," he said.
"And I want you to," she agreed. "But only on one condition."
"What?"
"You gotta fuck Penny, too."
"It's deal."
Now Pam was lying on her back, her legs spread, her cunt hair glistening with love juice---a mixture of her own and Penny's, Roger realized. He managed to hold off a few minutes longer, squeezing her tits and flicking her hard little clit, until a line sweat covered her entire body and she was nearly gasping for breath.
Finally, Roger lowered himself onto Pam, feeling his prick push through her cunt hair and stop at the entrance to her hole. She wiggled her ass slightly, until cock and cunt were perfectly aligned, then together they pushed. He slid into her slippery warmth and the thrill almost caused him to shoot off instantly. Deeper and deeper he went, until he'd crammed his entire prick, all six inches of it, into her young cunny.
Together, they pumped into each other, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Roger felt her tits against him, hot and pointed, poking into his chest. He ground his pubic bone against Pam's clit, until the girl was puffing with passion. Then, he snaked a hand around behind her, underneath her ass. He tickled her asshole and she shivered in response.
Now it was all Roger could do to hold back. He wanted to fill this lovely young girl with his semen, to flood her insides with it. But there was Penny there beside them. He glanced at her. Her attention was riveted to them, her hand still in her crotch. Roger didn't know whether the main thrill was seeing Pam being fucked or looking at his cock and balls. He turned back to Pam to find that she was looking at Penny in that special way again. What was in her mind, he wondered, what fantasy was she having?
Again and again, he pumped into her, ramming his cock into her hole---first straight ahead, then slightly to the right, then slightly to the left, pressing hard against her out of rhythm, withdrawing almost all the way, then jamming back in, full force. Suddenly, he was aware that Penny had joined them. Or, rather, that she had joined Pam. She was caressing the blonde girl, touching her boobs, running her hands along her thighs.
Pam responded by throwing herself all over the place, her body bouncing wildly, her hips gyrating totally out of control. The sighs turned into whimpering and the whimpering turned into moans and the moans became a series of lust-driven screams. Roger was barely able to stay on top of the girl as she shuddered out what seemed to be climax after climax.
Finally, it was over, at least for Pam. She slumped down to the ground, thoroughly spent. But she hadn't forgotten the condition she had imposed on Roger.
"You didn't come, did you?"
"No."
"Great. Then it's Penny's turn."
Penny looked at Pam in astonishment. "You mean you want me to let him screw me?"
"Yes, very much."
"But I don't want him. I just want you."
"Penny," Pam said softly, "pretend it's me."
All this went right past Roger Dutton. His only thought was of fucking the dark-haired girl and of exploding inside her. If he didn't shoot off soon, he knew, something terrible was going to happen to him.
"All right," Penny told Pam, "if that's what you really want." She looked toward Roger and smiled.
That was all the invitation Roger needed. He knelt down and began caressing the young girl, a dirty old man in a teenage heaven. She closed her eyes and responded to him as if she'd been waiting impatiently while he'd been with Pam. He ran both hands up her silky thighs and into her curly cunt hair. It was soaking with cunt juice. Then, he bent over and started sucking on her tits, first one, then the other, until they were both as erect as bullets. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she was whimpering, as if in pain.
Roger's cock, which had faded a bit after that long bout with Pam, was now rigid as a board once more. More than anything, he wanted to put it where it belonged---into the hot, wet depths of Penny's tight little cunt.
Almost quivering with need now, Roger mounted the sweet-looking young teenager. He poked his prick at her cunt for a while, trying to find that magic opening. Penny spread her legs wider and wider, urged on by Pam. Finally, he found it, an extraordinarily tight little hole, but very wet and very warm. He pushed. No luck. He pushed again. This chick had a really tight cunt. He pushed once more and finally began to enter her, with her help.
Slowly, he shoved his cock into the young girl. The soft, damp tissues of her cunt pressed him tightly on all sides, grazing against his own most sensitive tissues, almost caressing and fondling his cock. He entered her gradually, until he was in her up to his roots.
Almost as soon as he'd entered here fully, he began to pull out. When he was almost entirely out, he shoved back in. He was about to do it again, when he felt Pam join them. He watched as her hand curled around one of Penny's tits. Then, to his astonishment, he felt her other hand, her fingers, specifically. They curled around his cock and began to caress and fondle. He was inside one girl and being caressed by another---both of them beautiful teenagers, all three of them lying on the grass in the woods.
Pam, he realized, was whispering in Penny's ear. He couldn't hear what was being said, but, whatever it was, it was having the proper effect on Penny. She was quivering now, her entire body jumping and jerking like crazy. Roger decided to continue fucking her.
He rammed his cock down into Penny's pussy, pushed and helped along by Pam's fingers, then he pulled out again. The next time, he took his signal from Pam, driving in at the urging of her fingers. And so it went, in and out. It almost seemed to be a joint activity-he and Pam were fucking Penny. .
And Penny was loving it. At least one of Pam's fingers, Roger knew, was diddling her girlfriend's clit, stroking and rubbing it at an incredible speed. Pam was responding to that finger---and to his prick---by bouncing up and down on the grass, so violently that Roger was having trouble staying on.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Penny was saying, her voice barely more than a whisper as she fought for breath.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she said, "fuck me, oh fuck me fuck me fuck me."
Roger did his best, which was pretty damn good.
Whatever Pam's fingers were doing to Penny's clit, they were also doing incredible things to Roger's cock, squeezing and kneading it, rubbing up and down in frenzied speed. The head of his prick was so swollen with excitement that every time he drove into the young girl he felt almost excruciating pleasure. His cock felt as hard and long as a billy club.
Suddenly, Penny's movements changed. From the up-and-down bucking motions, they shifted into a combination up-and-down and side-to-side swirl, their speed nearly doubling. Roger knew the girl was close to coming, very close. Her words of passion were impossible to understand. They were one long fluttering moan.
It was all too much for Roger Dutton. He rammed himself into the teenager one last time, plunging the full length of his cock into her insides, then exploded. He felt the semen spurt out of him like water from a fire hose, flooding her, filling her up with love juice, soaking her with the sticky stuff.
At almost the same moment, the young girl's body turned completely rigid, momentarily suspended in mid air. Then, she began to quiver and jerk, as if she were having some sort of fit. But Roger knew it was no fit at all, at least in the medical sense. It was the incredibly intense ecstasy of release. And no female, no matter what her age, had ever experienced anything more complete than this little teenager was evidently feeling right now.
The sound reached his ears somewhat later, or maybe his concentration on his sensations prevented him from hearing it as it occurred. At any rate, it was a low, keening cry, which turned into a steady scream---the kind of scream reserved for that moment when the elevator falls, or the tiger leaps at you, or the soldier turns his machine gun in your direction. But there was no fear nor pain here, only pleasure, the essence of pleasure.
After a while, the girl fell back, exhausted. Pam withdrew her hand from Roger's cock and Roger simply lay on Penny, exhausted. He fought the urge to sleep that often comes to men who've had a thoroughly satisfying climax. Evidently, Penny was experiencing the same urge. Finally, the two of them began to stir. Roger withdrew from the young girl, his prick now shrunken, and glistening with a mixture of her cunt juice and his sperm. The girls were talking with each other, kissing and touching.
Roger wiped himself off with his handkerchief as best he could, and got dressed. As he did so, the two girls helped each other on with their clothing. After a few moments, they looked just as young and innocent as they had when he first stopped to pick up Pam. Were they all this way now? he wondered. Were all the teenage girls ready to fuck like bunnies whenever the opportunity arose? Roger thought back on the girls he'd watched over the years. Were all of them simply waiting for an invitation? He vowed to himself that he would see, that he would be bolder. The worst that could happened, he told himself, was that he would be turned down. Then, he could try again with some other young chick.
"It's a shame I have to leave tomorrow," he said to Pam.
"Why?"
"Well, it would be fun to do this again."
Pam shrugged. "Maybe. But I like variety. Tomorrow, it'll be someone else."
"You mean you'll be hitchhiking again?"
"Sure. I do it every night."
"Are you always picked up by a man who ends up screwing you?"
"No, unfortunately. Sometimes some lady stops and picks me up. I never fail to get lectured then. But I try to pick my spots. It all works out, at least once a week."
"You mean you find a guy who makes an advance that often?"
"I make the advance if he doesn't," Pam said. "If I like his looks, that is."
"And what about Penny? Is she always with you?"
"No, this is the first time," Pam said.
Roger turned to Penny. "You were a virgin?"
"No, silly. Pam means it was the first time I hitched with her. She's been trying to convince me to do it for months."
Roger considered what the girls had said. "`You know," he finally said, "it surprises me that the two of you seek men at all. You seem to like each other well enough to do without."
"Oh we like men," Penny said. "But we also like each other. In fact we love each other."
Roger was shocked, despite himself. "Love?"
"We're sisters, you see," Pam explained.
"Sisters? Really sisters, in the same family?"
"That's right," Penny said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Must be some family," Roger said, as much to himself as to them.
"It sure is," Pam agreed. "I have a twin brother, you see."
The fantasy flashed through Roger's mind of the two girls making it with their brother.
"And then there's my uncle, who lives with us. He's 25," said Penny.
"And all of you have had sex together?"
"In every combination you can think of," Pam said.
They pushed through the underbrush toward the car and got in. "Well," Roger said, "I guess it's time to take you home."
The girls directed him toward a suburban street, to a little white house with a neatly-trimmed lawn.
"One last question, girls," Roger said.
"Shoot."
"Do your parents know what's going on between you, your brother and your uncle?"
Penny giggled and seemed to blush. Finally, Pam answered. "Mom does," she said. She seemed to be stifling laugh.
Roger just shook his head in astonishment. "Well, it's been grand, girls---thanks for the memories!"
"Just one favor," Pam said. "Could we have the dirty books and the magazine?"
"Sure," Roger said, "why not?"
He stayed at the curb for a few minutes watching them walk into the house, admiring, for the last time, Penny's marvelous legs and Pam's perfect ass. It was a sight he'd long remember.
Then, Roger Dutton drove off, to his hotel room. He couldn't get his mind oil the girls. Did they really make it with their brother and their uncle? What did Pam mean when she said her mother knew. Was her mother involved, too? After a while, Roger began to doubt. No mother would do such a thing, would she? And that uncle---he was just imaginary, wasn't he? Even the brother. Hell, maybe they weren't even sisters. Shit, maybe he imagined the whole thing. Then he thought of his poor, shrunken, exhausted little cock, now limp in his pants, too pooped to pop. That wasn't his imagination, that's for sure.
He had dinner at the hotel and retired early, thoroughly exhausted. He slept well that night. But he dreamed. He dreamed of having Penny suck him off. He dreamed of watching Pam's twin brother shove his dick up into her. He dreamed of the uncle, jerking off while standing over Penny, his white semen spurting out and falling on her naked body like rain. He dreamed of the mother, watching the whole scene and masturbating in a kind of delirium.
In the morning, to his shock and astonishment, Roger found that he'd come again, in his sleep. His sheets were sticky with sperm. He dressed and prepared to drive on to the next town, to sell some more hardware and to practice that all-consuming hobby of his. But he wouldn't soon forget Wooster. He'd had the kind of luck there that every dirty old man dreams about.