Chapter 12
They traveled along in silence for awhile; the only sound was the wind as it whistled around the speeding car. Molly had her nose pressed against the window, wistfully looking out into the fields on either side of the highway.
"It's such a groovy night," she sighed. "Why don't we take a walk?"
It sounded like a good idea. He stopped by the side of the road, by a field of tall grass that waved gently in the warm breeze. They got out and sat down, their backs up against the car, and passed around another joint.
Suddenly Karen jumped to her feet, laughing.
"Hey, who needs these?" she asked, indicating the clothes they were wearing. "On a beautiful, groovy night like this, who needs these?"
While they watched, she removed her blouse, revealing small, firm breasts; she threw the blouse into the back seat of the car and then stepped out of her short skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and in the moonlight Paul could see that she had a perfect body. She turned around slowly, showing herself to them. Then she walked over to Molly and helped her out of her dress. Paul grinned as Molly's dress slid up over her plump, inviting thighs and full breasts.
"Now, it's your turn, Mr. Flower," Karen said mischievously as she walked slowly towards him.
"Oh no you don't; I'll keep my clothes on if you don't mind," he grinned.
He watched her as she walked towards him, his eyes flickering over her young body...over her breasts that promised to be so firm...then down to the inviting triangle of hair between her shapely legs.
But as his attention was focused on Karen, Molly had managed to sneak up behind him. Suddenly they rushed him, Karen from the front and Molly from behind; together they managed to wrestle him to the soft ground. Both of the young girls were giggling uncontrollably as they tried to undress him. Soon, despite his half-hearted struggles, Karen had pulled his pants down over his ankles and Molly had his shirt off. They both backed away to look at him, and he stood up to follow them, but, forgetting about the pants around his ankles, he tripped and fell headlong into the tall grass. Molly came over and untied his shoes; she pulled his pants all the way off. But before she had a chance to get up, he pulled her on top of him. She wriggled and squirmed, her full, heavy breasts pushed flat against his chest, but he locked his legs around her bottom, holding her fast. She stopped squirming and lay still, her breath coming in long pants. Suddenly, there was Karen kneeling beside them; she dug her fingers into Paul's ribs and tickled him. Startled, he let go of Molly and she bounced to her feet. Paul got up too, but just then they saw a car coming and the three of them ducked behind Paul's car to avoid being seen. He put an arm around each of them, pulling their warm bodies close to him.
"What a beautiful night," Karen crooned as she broke away from his embrace and danced around in the moonlight. "Come on, let's run in the grass."
She raced ahead, every now and then leaping high into the air, her perfect little buttocks clenched tight. Paul wanted her; he raced after her, the tall, sweet-smelling grass brushing against his naked legs. The pot was really working now and, as he darted after the naked young girl, he felt like an animal, a wild animal in rut; his prick felt like it was on fire and he had only one thought...to catch that lithe young girl and take her right in the grass.
He was catching her now, slowly; she was a fast runner, and anyway, he was almost as fascinated in watching her long-legged leaps through the grass as he was in catching her. His breath was now coming in tremendously long gasps and he could feel his heart pounding faster and faster.
Suddenly she stopped, standing with legs parted and hands reaching far above her head. Paul slowed his pace until he was walking...drawn towards the girl whose back was toward him, her high rounded ass shining in the moonlight. When he was five yards away he stopped, listening to his own breath as it rushed through his nostrils, feeling the stream of air far down in his throat. He wanted her even more now; he wanted to go on, to touch the soft shining flesh, but he also wanted to stop and watch. The pot was making his head whirl...head, feet, arms, legs, prick...all felt heavy, so pleasantly heavy, heavy and alive with feeling. He swayed on his feet, made a move forward, the summer grass soft and springy under his bare feet; he wanted to lie down in the grass, he wanted to roll around in the sweet smelling green carpet, to bathe and cool his burning body in the fresh green grass. He took another step.
Karen turned her head slowly, her long brown hair sliding over her shoulders, over the front of her, across her high pointed breasts, across taut, pink, full nipples...he thought he could see each individual silken strand of her hair as it swished over her skin. Languidly, she turned her head until she was looking into his eyes. One half of her face was white with the moonlight, the other half in shadows, dark and mysterious. She smiled, then floated...down...down...sinking into the verdant grass. She lay on her back, her stomach rising and falling gently, then turned over slowly extending her arms and legs, and then over again, leaving the grass pressed flat where she had been.
He stood over her, his prick rigid and aching for her sweet flesh. She turned on her side, lifting her leg, then pulled him down beside her. He put his head between her legs and with his fingers he parted the wet lips of her cunt. At the same time he could feel her mouth around his prick as she worked on him with her gentle suction. He ran his tongue along the length of her open cunt and then he found her hole and he pushed his tongue deep inside her. Wetting his fingers, he gently massaged her other hole, then slipped a finger into her behind. He pulled and sucked on the delicate lips of her sex, while at the same time working his finger deeper and deeper into her bottom. She pressed her warm body against him, and, holding his legs open, licked at his balls.
He moved his body around and lay on top of her. She opened her legs wide and brought her knees up against her breasts. On his knees and holding his hands under her bottom, he slid his prick all the way into her.
"Oh, so beautiful...so beautiful...." she murmured.
He stayed like that for a moment, feeling the hot pulsing flesh of her cunt circling his prick. He pulled her supple body up, until she was almost bent double. His prick was in her womb, and her soft sighs were coming faster and faster as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips were soft and he could taste his own male smell as he explored the inside of her sweet mouth with his tongue. She swung her legs around his shoulders and he reached back to caress her quivering flanks.
Suddenly he felt Molly's warm fleshy thighs pressing against him from behind. Her hands worked on him, digging gently into his back and his legs and his buttocks. He laid Karen down on the grass and moved slowly in and out of her. The silken lining of her cunt was even wetter now. He reached around to touch and pressed the springy flesh of her gently rising stomach, then further down until he found her pulsing mound of pink flesh; he rubbed and squeezed it gently between his fingers.
Molly too was feeling the excitement; she was kneeling in back of him, her hands darting from his balls to the warm crack between his buttocks; she was panting as she pushed her finger part way into his anus...causing him to groan with pleasure.
Now Karen was sighing and moving her hips in a slow circular motion. Paul lay on top of her, relaxing, sinking into her flesh. Molly had followed them down and her finger worked deeper and deeper into his anus, causing him exquisite pleasure. Karen came in long, slow shuddering waves that seemed to vibrate through his own body. He groaned as the hot stream of his semen spurted from his prick. It seemed he came forever, filling her hole with his steaming liquid until, finally, the waves still whirling in his brain, his body feeling like rubber, as if he did not have to do anything for it to move, he felt his prick rising again, expanding hotly inside her, stretching her tender flesh. Karen, too, was gathering her strength...biting her lips and clenching and unclenching her tiny fists as if she was going crazy with pleasure.
Paul rolled off her, his prick wet and rigid. He pulled Molly down beside him and drew her close; she responded eagerly to his caresses ; she turned over on her side, rubbing her fleshy bottom against his front; she lifted her leg, reached between her legs for his prick and rubbed it up and down in her slippery cunt. Karen was stretched out facing Molly; she took Paul's prick from Molly's hand and guided it into Molly's open belly; he pushed into her and he groaned as she worked the muscles of her cunt, milking him, pulling the liquid from him. Molly was still trying to come and as she felt his prick grow smaller, she turned her head to look at him with disappointment in her eyes. But then Karen's hand slid between Molly's thighs, finding her clitoris; Molly closed her eyes and sighed.
Paul rested for a moment, watching the two young girls, listening to Molly's soft moanings.
"Wait a minute, let's do it this way."
He turned Molly over so that she was lying on her back; then he spread her legs.
"You lie here," he said to Karen, indicating Molly's deliciously parted thighs, "and put your mouth on her cunt."
"Oh yes, do it that way," Molly sighed.
Molly pulled Karen's willing mouth down on her open cunt. Karen was now stretched out on her stomach, her head between Molly's legs, licking up the pearly white juices flowing from her cunt. Paul watched for a moment, then, positioning himself behind Karen, he caressed her tempting buttocks. With the sounds of Molly's sighs in his ears, he spread the mounds of Karen's lovely bottom and slipped the tip of his prick into her other hole. She relaxed enough for him to enter all the way, then responded by doubling the caresses she was giving, with her mouth and her hands, to Molly. Molly gasped, clutching at Karen's head, pushing her mouth hard against her cunt, directing her tongue to her pink clitoris that now itched and burned for Karen's wet mouth. Karen fastened her lips around Molly's clitoris, biting and sucking on it...Molly came, trembling, grabbing wildly at her hair.
Paul, too, was coming, emptying himself into Karen's sweet behind.
The three of them lay stretched out on the soft grass, looking up at the stars and listening to the sounds of the cars and trucks speeding along the highway. Paul lit a cigarette that Molly had brought with her from the car, took a drag and passed it to Karen.
Paul wondered idly about these two girls. How old were they? Fifteen maybe, but it was hard to tell. And where were they going and what would they do when they got there? They were funny girls, he thought. They liked sex; that wasn't funny, a lot of women Paul knew liked sex. But these girls were different...they liked it more somehow...or maybe it was because they didn't demand anything in return the way a lot of women did-always expecting you to be nice to them, to take care of them, to say the right things; and then if you didn't, they got mean and bitchy, told you that you were taking advantage of them, acting as if, all of a sudden, they didn't like the feel of a prick between their legs. But these girls were different, they didn't seem really to care what you thought of them...just as long as you liked one another, that was what mattered to them, just as long as you could enjoy each other. As he gazed at the stars,, he was tempted to ask them both to talk about themselves. But somehow, for a reason he could not really explain, he let his questions slip from his mind. No, he wouldn't ask them anything...it would just spoil it.
Cindy...the name floated around his brain...all of a sudden he knew that he would have to find out if anything was wrong. He would call again, and if he couldn't reach her, he would have to call Alex. Having decided this, he tried to get to his feet, but his body was so relaxed, from the pot and the lovemaking, that at first his muscles did not respond. Finally he forced himself up.
"Come on, we have to get going," he said halfheartedly.
"Oh, why? It's so beautiful here. Why don't we sleep for awhile, and then we can go?" Molly said, looking up at him.
She held her arms out to him. Paul looked at her young body, at her full soft breasts that fell away to either side, and for a second he was tempted to stay, to sleep in her arms.
"No...I have to go."
"We'll stay here tonight," said Karen sleepily. "It's too nice to be cooped up in a car."
"What are you going to do in the morning?" he asked, a little disappointed that they did not want to come with him.
"Tomorrow morning?" Karen yawned. "Well, we'll just have to get a ride with someone else."
"O.K., but you have to come back anyway, to get your things."
They walked slowly back to the car, one of the girls on either side of Paul. Suddenly, halfway back, Molly stopped, and, with a mischievous look in her eyes, she stood in front of him, rubbing her soft breasts against his chest.
"I like you," she murmured.
She reached down and tugged on his prick, bringing it back to life. Then she knelt on the ground in front of him, her full ass raised high in the air.
"Take me both ways."
He plunged straight into her belly; she gasped and wriggled her ass frantically around and around; it felt so good, being in her warm cunt; but he pulled out and, as she held herself open for him, he entered her other hole. Her whole body shook and she jerked against him as she felt his prick inching up, further and further up her narrower channel; her head dropped to the ground and she rested her cheek on the soft grass. They came together, both of them making low, animal sounds.
"You know," Paul said, laughing as he rose to his feet, "if I stayed any longer I won't have the strength to drive ten miles."
It was only half true, however, for, although he felt completely drained, he also felt relaxed. His mind and his reflexes were quick and sharp.
"Would that be so bad, not being able to drive ten miles?" Karen teased him.
"Maybe you're right," he answered. "But...I still have to go."
Paul got their things from the back seat of the car. He started to get back into his clothes, but, before he was finished, they all three had to duck to avoid being seen by an oncoming car. Finished, he kissed them goodbye and drove away, feeling a little bad about leaving them, but at the same time, still anxious to find out about Cindy.