Chapter 3

The next night was Open School night and Paul was glad that he had an excuse, a good valid excuse, for not going home. He had a pleasant dinner with some of his fellow teachers and then returned to school to meet with his pupil's parents.

The evening dragged on. Most of the other teachers disliked it because it tied them down but it was different for Paul. At last it was over and once again he felt compelled to go home.

He pulled his car out of the parking space and headed for the highway. Just at the entrance to the highway he saw a young form, obviously hitch-hiking. As he drew closer he recognized it as that of a young girl, perhaps seventeen or eighteen. She was dressed in tight fitting denims and a plaid blouse. Paul didn't even have time to think whether or not he should pick up the girl whose appearance was so striking. His car just seemed to stop automatically and the girl ran over to it.

"Hi ... need a lift?"

"Yeah," she replied sweetly.

"Where are you going?" Paul asked.

"Oh, nowhere in particular," the girl said sliding into the car and closing the door after her.

"I don't understand," Paul said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't worry honey, you will ... my name's Peggy, Peggy Martin. What's yours?"

"Paul, Paul Garner," Paul replied pulling away from the curb. He couldn't stay there any longer because there were other cars trying to get on the highway also.

"Where are you going?" Peggy asked.

"Where do you live?" the girl asked.

"In Oakwood," Paul replied quickly naming a section of the city that was near his home. He was surprised at himself and didn't quite understand why he gave the girl an incorrect answer.

"Oh, that's a nice section of the city."

"You know it then?"

"Yeah, a man picked me up a couple of nights ago and he was from there and we went over to his place."

"Do you hitch-hike very often?"

"Oh sure, that's what I do all the time."

"That's not very safe though, is it?"

"Sure, it is. All my friends do it. We meet lots of groovy people this way."

"I don't follow," Paul said. His eyes were glued to the road because of the heavy traffic.

"Well, let me explain," the girl said. Her tone was full of self confidence and determination. In a second her hand reached across the seat and sought Paul's crotch. Her fingers expertly found their target and squeezed gently on Paul's testicles and cock.

"What are you doing?" Paul cried his voice suddenly high pitched and revealing the shock that he felt

"Well, I'm explaining why I'm hitch-hiking."

"You mean a girl your age is out for ... "

"Kicks, yeah. It's the thing you know."

"No, I didn't know. Tell me about it"

"Well, we learned it from some of the guys. You hitch-hike and get picked up. If you like the guy you lead him on. Most of the time you don't have to explain. They're the ones who are anxious to play games if you know what I mean."

"I do know what you mean. But what kind of games do the guys play? Why do they get picked up?"

"Oh, that's easy. They get their rocks off. There are lots of queers you know, who drive around the streets picking up young boys."

"Are there really?" Paul questioned.

"Yes, you'd be surprised."

"I'm sure I would."

"Then there are the normal guys, the straight guys who pick up us girls."

"But what do you do?"

"Anything."

"How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen."

"My God, how times change!"

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just mumbling to myself."

"Well, do you wanna?"

"Do you wanna fool around?"

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since I was fifteen."

"Have you ... have you ever?"

"Have I ever fucked? Is that what you were gonna ask?"

"Yes, that was what I was gonna ask," Paul said blushing.

"Yeah, I've been fucking since I was fourteen. But then it was only with the guys around the neighborhood. Like I said, I've only been on the road since I was fifteen."

"But what happens if you get pregnant?"

"Oh, I won't I take pills."

"Smart girl."

"You bet! And I have a ball."

"I'm sure you do."

"If you wanna fool around you can get off at the next exit. I know a good place to go," Peggy said, feeling Paul's prick hardening in his pants.

Paul glanced off the road and looked at the girl. She was pretty, unbelievably pretty. Her complexion was pink and clear. Her hair long blond, her eyes blue, her smile most innocent and sweet. She didn't have a bad shape either and all of a sudden Paul found himself driving off at the next exit.

"All right. Where to?" he asked.

"Make the next right and then head down Baker Street until I tell you to stop," Peggy said and Paul complied.

About five minutes later they pulled up in front of a long row of one-family attached houses. He parked where the girl directed and the two of them got out.

"Follow me down this alley," the girl whispered and again Paul complied. He was confident of his ability to defend himself if she had friends waiting there ... waiting to roll him or something.

The two of them finally came out into a large paved area that was the driveway that served the attached houses like the houses there were a series of attached garages running the length of the driveway. Paul followed the girl as she went and they stopped at the fifth garage. The girl reached into her pocket and finally produced a key.

She unlocked the door and pushed it partially open.

"What's this?" Paul questioned.

"You'll see. Wait here until I light a light and keep it quiet."

"Okay," Paul responded.

A few seconds later she returned to the door with a hurricane lamp and beckoned for Paul to follow her into the garage.

Paul could hardly believe his eyes when he became accustomed to the dim light of the hurricane lamp. There was a huge brass bed, a couple of sofas and easy chairs, a refrigerator and a regular kitchen table.

"What is this?" Paul questioned.

"This is our clubhouse ... where we go when we find someone."

"Who's we?"

"A group of my friends, we all chip in an pay the rent each month. There's a big cookie jar over there if you want to help out, but I'm not asking ... I mean you don't have to."

"Oh, I don't mind. I'd like to."

"Well, then later, but not now. We're lucky."

"Why?"

"We're the first ones here."

"What does that mean?"

"That means we get the bed!" Peggy chirped, bouncing across the room and jumping on the bed.

Paul picked up the hurricane lamp from the folding table where Peggy had left it and approached the bed. He was nervous, uncomfortable, but he placed the lamp down on the nearby kitchen table and sat down on the bed.

"What happens if someone comes?"

"Like who?"

"Like some nosey neighbor or something?"

"Oh, don't worry-that's never happened and besides, the door is locked and only the members have keys."

"Do you live around here, Peggy?"

"Oh no, I live by the hospital ... my father's a doctor."

"Oh," Paul said surprised and then opened his eyes even wider and even more surprised as the girl undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it over her creamy white shoulders. She wasn't wearing any bra and there were the same young firm tits that had turned on Paul with Joyce years ago.

Peggy stood up on the bed and unclasped her jeans. Quickly she peeled them down over her curvy buttocks and asked Paul to help her out of them.

They were so tight that she needed help and Paul grabbed the bottom of each pants leg and finally pulled them free. Peggy rolled over onto her back. Her blond hair spread out on the pillow and framed her pretty face.

"Come on Paul, what are you waiting for?" she asked sweetly.

Almost mechanically Paul began to slip out of his clothing throwing his jacket onto a nearby chair. It was immediately followed by his shirt and tie and then his slacks. A few seconds later Paul slipped out of his underwear and stood next to the bed.

Peggy sat up as soon as she saw his naked body. The light wasn't very good. His skin looked golden in the tiny flame but there was no mistaking that hard on. It was huge, long and thick and full of promise. Peggy knew that she was going to have a real good time with this stud.

"That's some body you've got there," she cooed.

"Glad you like it," Paul answered.

"Like it! That's an understatement. Man that's even stuff," staring at his cock.

Paul smiled at her as he felt the blood racing through his veins carrying the fires of lust to every part of his body. The head of his cock expanded with anticipation ... with lust.

"Come on, join me on the bed," Peggy delivered her invitation with all the warm and sensuality of a professional seductress.

"This is too good to be true," Paul thought as he felt the bed sag under his knee.

"Like I said, that's some prick you've got there," Peggy said admiringly. She reached forward and took a hand full.

"All the better to poke you with my dear," Paul smiled reaching over and grabbing one of her huge hot tits and massaging the sensitive flesh until he could feel the cute pink nipple grow hard and firm to his touch.

"How good is that tongue of yours?" Peggy asked. Her features were shaping themselves into sincere lustful grin.

"It depends what it's licking on," Paul answered.

"You know what I mean," she replied.

"No, sweetheart, what do you mean?"

"You dig the taste of cunt?"

Paul eased the girl down on the bed and positioned himself so that he was lying with his head between her legs.

"That's a delicious piece of cunt you have there honey," he said, "all nice and pink and juicy."

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Peggy replied reaching down and spreading her cunt lips wide. "Go ahead honey, lick that clit! Give me a thrill!"

Paul felt himself growing hotter by the second at the sight of her delicious snatch seemed to turn him on more than anything had in years. It was young pussy and the desire to probe into it with his tongue was becoming intense.

He edged his face closer finally letting his tongue lick out at the swollen piece of flesh. As he did so Peggy's body reacted violently.

With shaking fingers she reached down and ran them through his hair. Finally holding his head firmly she undulated her body forward moving her hips in such a way as to give him a big mouthful.

"Suck that hot pussy, baby," she gasped through clenched teeth. "Get in there and eat it out good," she moaned raising her hips from side to side.

Paul heard everything that she had to say but he really didn't need any encouragement. The taste of her sweet cunt juices made his own activities more eager. He pushed his forceful tongue deep into her sensitive slit licking at her moist warm walls and occasionally stroking the length of her clitoris. It was a new experience for him and one he found that was really exciting.

They were going at it hot and heavy but soon the churning in Paul's loins made him grow tired. He desired some sort of gratification for himself.

"Come on, sweetheart, your turn. How about wrapping your juicy lips around this," Paul said rolling over onto his back and waving his prick at her.

"Okay baby, I can't wait to get that big thick prick of yours down my throat."

"Well, come on then. Get your ass moving!" he snapped.

Paul's own body was trembling with excitement and anticipation as he switched his position so that he could lean against the back of the bed. He watched as Peggy moved her lithe young form around and between his legs.

"I love sucking ... especially a prick like this," then parted her lips and engulfed the head of Paul's throbbing cock.

Inch by inch Peggy took more of his prick into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip and Paul's whole body quivered with excitement.

"Umm," she moaned and began to work her head furiously back and forth and up and down on his mighty shaft. Pretty soon Paul could feel the sensations mounting within him. He knew that if he didn't stop her soon he'd be shooting a load into her sweet young mouth.

"That's enough of that baby. I'm gonna come if you don't stop."

Peggy lifted her head and stared into Paul's big blue eyes. "Can you come twice?"

"I don't know, but for the first time I want to fuck you. I want to screw that delicious slit of yours."

"Good, that's what I want to," Peggy replied sliding over on the bed and gesturing for Paul to move in next to her.

He slid down, taking her in his arms as he did and holding her firm young body tightly against him.

"You really have some body," Peggy whispered hotly against his ear.

At the sound of her words Paul's own grip tightened on her. He then reached between their bodies and grabbed hold of one of her tits and worked it in a slow rhythmic circle.

Pleasure was racing throughout her body, but Peggy relaxed and lay passively in the bed. Her body trembled beneath his touch and she arched her body upward his warm contact.

Peggy surrendered completely to him as strong fingers roamed over her body, gently squeezing and massaging as they went Her enjoyment was quite obvious to Paul as she edged herself up and brought her lips to his neck and left a trail-a hot trail of kisses-down over his neck and on to his strong broad shoulders.

It was Paul who was moaning now as he felt Peggy responding to his touch and his cock seemed to grow stiffer and stronger. Paul was glad that this was going to be slow and enjoyable-not quick one, two, three like it was wife his wife. He was enjoying it, every second of it and he wanted to hold out as long as possible before screwing her.

Peggy's fingers were now roaming over his body-touching Paul everywhere and sending him soaring off somewhere into space. As her fingers touched that vital spot between Paul's thighs she felt him tighten up his muscles and it was obvious to Peggy that he was fighting with himself, trying to slow himself down. Yet he was ready to hop on her and fuck the daylights out of her cunt. Yet also she knew that he wanted it to last. She could see the effort that he was making to calm himself down and so Peggy just lay back on the bed and waited.

She was holding his stiff throbbing joint in her hand and knew that she was going to get it soon. All that she had to do now was wait for the signal from him that would let her know that he was ready to hump her.

As Paul's hands roamed over Peggy's pussy she opened her legs wide and brought her hips up high on the mattress.

"That's right, Paul. Get me ready. This is what I've been waiting for!" she gasped.

Paul moved up off the bed and positioned himself over Peggy's young body. He was slow, very slow and very gentle but soon both of them knew that the wild animal in him would take over. Once he was uptight in her cunt she would have some new thrills, some new experiences and so would he for the first time in years.

Peggy was amazed at the size of his prick. She had seen a lot of cocks in her lifetime, but she had to admit-and she did-that this was the largest ... the biggest one that she had ever seen.

She reached down to pull on Paul's enormous stalk.

"Give it to me Paul. Give it to me slow, but give it to me all the way. I want to feel it doing its job, turning me on and making me squirm."

Peggy guided his prick down and guided it between her tight opening and Paul moved his hips forcing it forward with die first thrust

Peggy's face went through contortions as she screamed out of enjoyment, spreading her legs even wider. She opened them completely and pulled at Paul's back, telling him without words that she wanted to get more-that she wanted Paul to hump her deeper and faster.

Paul smiled to himself. If she reacted like this to the first few inches he wondered what it would be like by the time he got his whole prick into her snatch.

"This is turning out to be real fun," he said gently as he jabbed at her pussy, pushing it in a little more into her.

He began to move his hips a little faster, fucking her like crazy as he went and pushing into more with each forward thrust.

Peggy was feeling every move but she didn't stop him at all. She just lay there, gasping and moaning and enjoying. The only movement that she made was to apply pressure with her legs, pulling him deeper into her slit

Without hesitating Paul pushed forward squeezing at her tits as he went. He was going more slowly now, more slowly than he could ever remember going with Joyce. For some reason the fact that Peggy was getting pleasure out of it excited him and he wanted to give her every bit of pleasure that he was capable of delivering. It was important to him ... very important.

He knew that he had achieved his goal when Peggy arched herself upward and sent his prick sliding right up into her cunt all the way. It felt so good to have the nice hot walls of her snatch sucking at his tool and Paul knew that it was just as good for Peggy.

At first her pussy hole was tight but as Paul slid his shaft in and out she seemed to loosen up and seemed to relax and take it all a little bit more easily.

Each time that Paul hit home Peggy ground herself up to complete the contact and as his body picked up speed and began to thrust harder ... faster she began panting and wiggling beneath him. His strong masculine body held her prisoner. She was impaled on his meat and it was almost impossible for her to move very much.

She ground her hips into the mattress and began making slow rhythmic circles with her snatch as Paul slid deeper into her velvet smooth cavity.

It soon became apparent to both of them that Paul was losing control. She knew that the tension was mounting within him just the way it was within her.

Paul could feel it starting within the pit of his stomach and his balls-it was the old familiar stirring but this time more intense, more violent.

He began pumping more furiously into her. Their loins ground together with such force that they made loud slapping noises.

Peggy picked up the motion and drove her pussy up into him faster and harder. Paul's cock action was driving her into a frenzy and she could feel her own contractions starting to move in her snatch-starting to make her body tremble with pleasure.

Over and over Paul slid his shaft in and out of the beautiful young girl until finally he lost control and was screwing her like a savage animal. Peggy's own hips undulated wildly under his savage attack as her release came.

She gasped and clawed at Paul's back, digging her nails into his smooth skin and leaving long red welts across his otherwise flawless back.

She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his buttocks, pulling him ... tugging at him ... begging him without words to shove it into the hilt and just leave it there while it happened.

But Paul was too far gone to comply. He had his own needs, his own desires to attend to and Peggy was no match for his strength.

He continued to buckle his hips and to stuff his meat all the way into her box and Peggy had no recourse but to relax and enjoy it.

A second later Paul's body strained ... grew rigid and his thrusts became long, harder and deeper.

"Close?" Peggy asked her voice trembling from the sensations that her own body was enjoying.

"Now ... now!" Paul screamed, "I'm coming!"

He made one last final plunge into her, grinding his cock all the way up into Peggy's vagina. She was well lubricated now by her own copious fluids ... her own liquid lust and Paul's shaft sank effortlessly into the dark cavern. The muscles along the walls of her snatch seemed to grab at it and massage it and suck at it and Paul felt the tip of his prick expand. His whole tool grew iron hard and finally as Paul squeezed the muscles of his buttocks together tightly his cock head erupted in a spasmodic fury.

It felt like he was never going to stop coming, never going to finish shooting out his hot rich cream into Peggy's waiting twat. She convulsed with pleasure and squirmed in ecstasy.

His voice became only animal like grunts-moans and sighs of satisfaction and his face was completely distorted by the pleasure that he felt His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut tightly and the muscles of his face completely drawn in a look of sheer delight

It was over and Paul felt the last few droplets of his rich cream draining out of his prick slowly. He started to withdraw the organ from its warm moist sheath and he felt a tickling sensation of intense pleasure as he did so.

Finally the two of them settled, lying next to each other, drained and tired but both of them knew, both of them felt, both of them were sure that the night's activities were not over. Before long they'd be going at it again and would be experiencing each other's passions and satisfying each other's lust.

"You're good ... really good," Paul said.

"Thanks ... it took a lot of practice though, Peggy replied.

"Well, whatever it was, you really know how to use that box of yours. You really know how to make a guy feel good."

"You aren't so bad yourself. I mean, Man, I've been fucked a lot of times, but this was one of the best, if not the best. That's some sausage you have there."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it"

"Are we gonna have another go at it?" Peggy asked and her eyes seemed to plead for more.

"Yeah, in a little while, okay?"

"Yeah, I need a rest too ... time to recuperate."

"Yeah, I bet you do," Paul replied.

Just then they heard the sound of footsteps outside of the garage. Paul jolted up in bed, staring at the door. A second later he heard the sound of a key being put into the lock.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Don't worry," Peggy said. Her voice sounded very reassuring. "It's probably only one of the group."