Chapter 3
'Take your tits out!" Peter commanded harshly.
Melissa gasped, then caught her breath as something Like pain flickered across her flushed face. "Right here? Now?"
They were "parking" in a deserted dirt road, beneath some trees, after school: it was a hot afternoon and brilliant sunlight illuminated everything, even penetrating the shadows thrown by the thick foliage of the copse. Melissa pulled herself part-way out of Peter's embrace to look up and down the road. Nobody was coming...but still! She didn't know which upset her more: the possibility of being seen half-naked in the open sports car by some chance passerby, or Peter's coarse, demanding tone as he told her to strip for him. Of course, she'd got him pretty aroused, what with all the heavy necking and petting they'd been doing.
"Here-right beside the road?" she repeated with a somewhat incongruous modesty, considering all the things she and Peter had done al fresco before.
"Yeah! I want to see them-kiss them-suck on them. It's all I can think about when we're not together. I'm getting really hot and uptight, Melly. Let's fuck!"
"Oh, Peter, I want to, too-only-!"
"Only what?"
"Suppose somebody came along and saw us... naked like that and doing it?" She blushed.
Peter sneered at her. "It's a little late to start worrying about that, isn't it? After all we done together? Anyway, I don't care what anybody thinks."
Sure! Melissa thought-he could afford not to care. But until she was his fiancée or wife, she'd have to be less indifferent to public opinion.
Peter's voice was hoarse as he began to unbutton her blouse: "I can't wait-and I don't care," he repeated. "Suppose some dumb cracker did see? He wouldn't believe what he saw, that any girl could have such beautiful big tits-could be such a nice lay. I know I didn't believe it until I found out for myself. I still can't believe it. That's how great you are, Melly-that's how lucky I think I am to be your guy."
Melissa relaxed a bit, slightly reassured by this glib, leaden gallantry. Peter was still intoxicated by her sexuality, she was certain; that was why he couldn't help coming across as a little crude and impatient at times like this. She ought to be glad he was still so hot for her after having had her several times. So she smiled and caressed his cheek with the tips of her fingers as he finished tearing open her blouse and fumbled for the fastening of her bra. Her touch seemed to burn him and his fingers shook. "You're going to just ruin my reputation, Peter," Melissa drawled, quite aware of the irony of her words. Some reputation she'd have, if word got around town that she'd become her own brothers' mistress! "Let me help you..."
She reached around and opened her brassiere in back, letting out a sigh of relief as her breasts gratefully pushed free of the tight elastic support. Men might be turned on by big boobs, but they could be a real pain for a girl to have. Melissa slowly, provocatively, let her blouse fall down over her lovely bare shoulders so that the fabric rested for a moment on the full, taut rise of her breasts. But Peter was too eager to want to watch a slow striptease: he reached out, caught her bra and blouse in his hand, and pulled both down to her waist. Melissa exhaled quickly as a deeper vermilion color dyed her cheeks, and sank back against Peter and the bucket seat of the Triumph, so that her nudity was a little concealed from the road. Peter's hands were on her tits at once, stroking, kneading, fingering; he replaced them with his mouth, and Melissa threw her head back, letting her hair tumble loose, as she pressed her handsome young lover's face to her breast and encouraged him to suck on one ripe nipple. "Oh, Peter-oh, darling-yes, yes, suck me, suck on my tit...oh God how fucking good that feels! I love you so much!" she added, as a decided after thought. "Peter! Oh fuck! I'm already getting hot, you just drive me out of my mind!"
"See what you do to me," he moaned in reply, his hoarse voice further muffled by the way his lips brushed over her satiny breast. He took her hand by the wrist and guided it down between his legs. Melissa's fingers closed around the bulky hard-on imprisoned in Peter's tight jeans. She caressed it greedily, knowing that it would be hers-in her soon, and wanting it terribly. "Take it out and play with it!" Peter invited as he licked his lips, then went back to work on her taut nipple with his tongue.
Melissa didn't hesitate. The side of the car would at least hide what she was doing to Peter-if the possibility of observation still meant anything to her in her present sexed-up state of mind. She pulled down his zipper and discovered that Peter, with admirable foresight, wasn't wearing underpants. She drew out his beautiful big hard-on and stroked it with her fist, sinking her head onto his shoulder as she masturbated him and he began to run both hands up under her skirt, feeling her warm thighs and progressing rapidly to where her panties were drawn taut over the mound of her juicy cunt.
Things were rapidly getting out of hand, so to speak: masturbation wasn't going to be enough to satisfy Peter, and Melissa knew, even as her body thrilled to the touch of his probing fingers against her pantied cunt, that she wanted to screw as badly as her boyfriend did. Peter broke free abruptly and yanked open the car door. "Let's take it all off and spread the blanket out and fuck on the grass!" he panted recklessly.
Melissa was too aroused to argue. "Oh, yes, whatever you want!"
They prepared the spot hastily, throwing the blanket down beside the car; then, tossing clothes aside in wild disorder, they embraced again, naked flesh meeting naked flesh, in the warm air and bright sunlight, on the rough-textured blanket... the very daring of it got them both more excited and their foreplay was violent and efficient: within seconds Melissa was begging Peter to shove himself up into her and fuck her until she came and came. "Damn it! I'm so fucking hot," she moaned. "Fuck me to death!" she invited extravagantly as she spread her legs on the blanket and, pulling Peter down on top of her, tried to fit him between her trembling, eagerly waiting thighs to soothe the sexual itch that was inflaming her wet, chafed loins. "Do it quick before I pass out from wanting you so bad, lover!"
Peter controlled himself with an effort, sliding his hand down from her breast to her belly to the folds of her moist, dripping vulva. He caressed her intimately, inserting two fingertips in her cunt, and Melissa groaned luxuriantly in anticipation of the actual penetration.
"Melissa. Have you been out here before often?" Peter asked softly, insinuatingly.
He felt her body tense, but with arousal, not impatience. Her voice was silken: "With you. You know! Before-not right here, but you remember how we done it in that nice field the first time-by the stream."
He moved his finger faster against her throbbing clitoris, with devastating results; she tried to pull away but his weight held her down.
"Melly! I want to know-have you been out here with other guys?"
"Oh! What difference does that make?-fuck me quick! No! Never!"
He moved his buried fingers faster and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming out in pure lust.
"I want to know! I want you to tell me about it-!"
"Oh, Peter! My cunt-don't! All right-sure! But we never done nothing. It was just datin'. That's all."
"Now, that's not true, Melly-I wasn't the first guy who ever had you, not by a long shot. I want to hear about the others. It gets me turned on to hear about it. Did you fuck out here with other guys?"
"Oh Peter-just do it-don't ask-ah!" His hand pressed down upon her moist cunt, two of his fingers stabbing deep into her and a third rubbing her clit at its most sensitive point. She gasped loudly, then worked her hips, thrusting upwards against that tormenting hand, her back arching. "Oh Peter! Darling! Do it! Fuck me! Or bring me off with your hand like that! Oh, Christ!"
"I'll fuck you-put my dick in you-if you tell me about those other guys. How often did you get fucked out here before you met me?" "Once."
He drilled his fingers deeper into her slushy twat. "That's a lie!"
"Oh! Twice, then. Two guys. But I wish I hadn't done it with them. They talked me into it. Took advantage of me. I didn't know nothing then. I didn't like it when they fucked me or played with me like you're doing now, Peter honey. I didn't like it at all. You're so much nicer than they were. Wish I could of come to you pure and let you have my cherry, but couldn't help it. It don't matter, does it? You still like me? Oh! I swear it Peter I swear it on my poor mama's grave; oh, do it, finger me, make me come, oh, oh, oh!"
He pushed her legs wider apart. She bent her knees, lifted her legs to receive him as he mounted her with furious haste and clumsiness. He sank down into her, pressing the glans of his throbbing penis deep into her vulva, making her groan as he thrust into her. "You fucked those two guys lots of times and you loved it. Don't try to tell me any different. You love to fuck! You're crazy about fucking. You love to put out because you're cock-crazy-just crazy about fucking!"
She supposed that the dirty talk was turning him on-it was beginning to get to her, too: she couldn't help thinking about her past sexual experiences, and the memories inspired her to attempt new feats with Peter now. She tightened her legs around his waist and threw her ass upwards to meet his thrusts with wild, heedless, energy. They fucked savagely.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," she gasped breathlessly as he rode her. "I love it. Love to fuck. Love that good hard dick in me. Especially yours. So give it to me, fuck me hard, oh make me come, oh yes, oh fuck yes, ah yes, fuck me, Peter, really fuck me now you're the best I ever had, I want you so bad, I really need your good hard lovin' in my cunt-!"
He drove himself all the way into her again and again. She locked her arms and legs around his muscular body to hold him tightly against her. He covered her open, moaning mouth with his and thrust his wet tongue between her white teeth. She nursed his tongue furiously with her own tongue and lips. They fucked harder than they had ever done it before.
"Oh-Darling!" she screamed, tightening her thighs around his hips and caressing him all over as he rammed his cock up into her with bruising impetus, his lean, hard body already glistening with sweat as Melissa moved her ass to increase the delicious friction of pole-in-hole that was driving them both wild. Peter laughed coarsely between his nervous intakes of breath as his furious humping and thrusting and banging motions made his thick cock scour out the depths of her cunt even more thoroughly. His massive organ worked around inside her in rapid, screwing sweeps. Melissa felt her whole body tightening up like a coiled spring as her vaginal muscles gripped that huge dick and massaged it for all they were worth. High-pitched squeals of uninhibited bliss burst from her lips as she flung her head back onto the blanket and allowed Peter to suck on her breasts and gnaw them, and the sweet, shuddery sensations of unavoidable orgasm shook her from head to foot like a rag doll.
"I'm coming, Peter! I'm there already! Oh! Too much! I love it! Blast it in me, you fucker-shoot it off in me now! Do it quick before I stop coming! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-yeahhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck, yes! Come, baby, come!" Peter chanted as he pumped his wet-looking cock in and out of her frothy cuntmouth. "Come with me, I'm just about ready! Jesus!" Although he was panting now like a weary dog humping another, his cock tore into her body with undiminished vigor. Melissa felt her cunt muscles contracting as they prepared to withstand the shock of a second orgasm. She spasmed again almost immediately, a hot, burning wave of pleasurable helplessness rippling over her flesh.
"Peter! Ah! I'm coming again! Shoot in me quick-make it good for both of us this time!" she cried, radiant with passion, oblivious to all except the sensations that were convulsing her cuntal depths. She pushed out at him with her pelvis and felt his cock slip deeper into her for an instant; their pubic bones ground together painfully; he stoked the furnace of her seething femininity with his red-hot poker, raking up the blazing coals of her orgasm just before he began to drench them with his own outpouring of lust! He came inside her in a flood of molten lava, bursting inside her cunt, filling it with his potent seed.
"Oh, I can feel it!" Melissa exulted. "Can feel that hot spunk just a-flooding me! Oh Peter! It's so great! Come! Come! Come some more! Oh God, I think-I can feel it! I'm there again, I'm coming, oh keep it hard, keep it in me, keep it goin' in and out of me! Keep coming in me! I'm there again, oh yes, ah, oh yesssss!" She felt her cunt erupting like an inverted volcanic cone. Peter slammed his hips against her body; his dick went deeper into her again-there was a dizzying, breathless pause as Melissa tottered on the edge of the sheer precipice of orgasm-and then she was tumbled over into the void, feeling herself being sucked into her spasming cunt, carrying Peter along with her, as he continued to explode within her and a third orgasm-then, unbelievably, a fourth, the most overwhelming yet-turned her womb to so much warm jelly and blew out through her clit as though it was a stick of lit dynamite instead of a cock that was being driven in and out of her body so violently and to such potent effect. Detonation followed detonation until Melissa actually feared that her vaginal walls would burst from the strain. Peter, too, was ejaculating within her with extraordinary force. His orgasm was so prolonged and his discharge of sperm so plentiful that her cunt got too slick to grip his penis tightly: he popped right out of her by accident and made his last few thrusts jammed between her thighs, drenching them with his final spurts of thick seminal fluid. Moaning, the exhausted young stud collapsed on top of Melissa, his lips nuzzling hers as her own convulsive passion died away with delicious slowness. They kissed lustfully, with open mouths and exploring tongues, their breath joining in a hot wave as their hands roamed over one another's heaving, sweaty bodies.
They lay close together; he left his cock in her even now that it was going limp after its workout. She kissed his throat and chin; he fondled her damp breasts and pressed his face into her hair, savoring its fragrance.
"Peter-I won't ever let anybody else touch me. Ever! I'm yours!" What a he. But it was necessary if she hoped to hold on to him, to keep his respect. In this moment, she almost believed herself.
"Don't say that."
"Oh-! I see. You're afraid I said things like that to those other boys and didn't mean it. I didn't! They didn't mean nothing at all to me. I swear. I was always hoping that a really nice boy like you would come along so I could give him all my love. I made a couple of mistakes, but that's just what they were-mistakes." Sure! Like giving herself to her own brothers every night. But nobody was perfect, Melissa told herself.
Peter felt himself growing hard again inside her as they embraced. "Was it just a couple of mistakes?"
"Oh, Peter-how can you say such a thing to me? When you know how much I love you and all? Ain't I given you what you wanted instead of saving myself up for-for my husband." She hoped introducing this topic wouldn't scare Peter away. "Whatever I done before, I'm all yours now, ain't I? Ain't you happy? The rest's over and done with. Let's forget it and just live for now."
He began to move in her again, languidly at first, but she responded at once and soon felt him growing rigid once more.
"I want you to do something for me, Melly--something different," he gasped.
"What? I'll do it for you, Peter-I'll do anything."
He pulled out of her completely and rolled over onto his back. "Then suck it!"
She was reluctant-after all, he'd just shot in her and his cock was wet and slick with come and her juices-but she'd promised, and couldn't back out now. She'd never blown Peter, but Buck and John-Boy had given her plenty of practice. She was glad that she'd be able to surprise Peter by showing him how good at it she'd become. And now that she thought about it, the idea of tasting him, of having his beautiful big cock in her mouth, began to appeal to her.
"If you want me to," she said demurely, and with pretended indifference. But she acted quickly and with efficiency. "Lie still-" She leaned over his tanned body and allowed her hair to tumble down and caress his chest and belly as she lowered her glowing face over his crotch. His cock was rigid, the big round balls drawn up close to its base... Melissa admired it for a moment before getting to work. She took it in her hand and bent it towards her mouth, lowered her head more until she could detect the musky male scent of Peter's genitals, then, boldly, she ran her pink tongue around her lips to lubricate them and licked it over the gleaming cockhead. The taste wasn't bad at all, and Melissa licked the head of the turgid penis repeatedly. Peter moaned and put his hand in her hair to push her down on him. She decided to stop teasing him. Opening her mouth wide, she took the head of the throbbing tool between her lips and guided it deep into her warm moist mouth. Her lips closed snugly around the smooth-skinned cock-shaft and she began to ease them down it, taking more and more of the cock into her mouth.
"Suck it, Melly!" her lover was begging her now, his hand on the back of her head insistent as it shoved her mouth lower down on his prick. "Take it all and suck it for me! You're driving me crazy with that hot mouth of yours. Far out-out of sight! I love it-that tongue of yours-"
Melissa took a deep breath, making her full breasts swell even larger, and eased the rest of the long cylinder into her mouth. She had it all now and it was more than she could comfortably handle, but she moved her lips up and down along the pulsating shaft with slow, tantalizing expertise. Peter wasn't complaining. He moaned and fell back on the blanket, parting his muscular legs so that Melissa could slip down between them and work on him better. He gaped lustfully at the luscious girl as she blew him with a combination of artfulness and spontaneity that inflamed him almost more than fucking her had. Peter thought that he'd never been treated to quite so wanton a sight as Melissa naked above him, her body twisted so she could go down on him, her ripe boobs with their twin strawberry nipples swinging freely, her ass raised with its sleek, cushioned mounds parting and thrust high, as she leaned over him and caressed his flanks with both hands while her sweet, plush-textured lips stroked his aching hard-on.
Her red mouth was stretched wide around his dickshaft and her reddening cheeks alternately hollowed and puffed out as she breathed around his cock. She let the head of his cock slide down into her throat-only for a split second before she backed away again; but Peter almost came at the combination of the extra pressure and the knowledge that she could and would take him all the way down like that. His cock continued to tingle and jerk with tense, rigid expectation as the blow job went on and on... suddenly, Peter sat up and pushed Melissa's mouth away from his groin.
She looked dazed. "What's the matter-didn't I do it good?"
"You did just great... but I want to eat out your hot juicy box while you do me," Peter panted. "Move over-turn around and spread your legs open up your cunt so I can kiss it and lick it and eat it out and make you come! We'll sixty-nine-" Melissa was already slithering into the excitingly perverse-looking position; as she buried her head between Peter's legs and took the head of his cock back between her lips with renewed enthusiasm, Peter grasped her warm full asscheeks in both palms and drew her crotch against his face. His mouth opened eagerly as his lips brushed over her pubic bush and the moist pink lips of her cunt touched his in a pungent-tasting oral-genital kiss. Melissa shivered as he began to run his tongue over her pouting labia, over her clit, into the deep glistening groove of her pussy.
Melissa loved it. She squealed, and shook her ass and tits as she let her body surrender to the extraordinarily exciting feeling of being tongued and licked down there. It was even better than having hard cock in her, she decided; to show Peter how much she liked it, how grateful she was, she attacked his cock like a hungry dog going for a tempting bone. She pressed herself against her lover's body, groping for his muscular butt and thighs, pulling him closer to her, and let her wide-open mouth descend upon his penis with reckless abandon. She took him right into her throat this time, because Buck had forced her to develop this skill, and sucked greedily while Peter, half out of his mind by now, drilled his tongue deep into her cunt and slurped up the juices that seemed to be leaking out of it nonstop as Melissa's pussy convulsed violently in ever-increasing arousal.
Their nude, sun-kissed bodies, glistening with sweat, banged together as their passion mounted swiftly to its inevitable climax. Grunting, Peter shoved his cock down Melissa's throat as she got a better grip on his clenched buttocks and prepared to drain him of his sperm. He fired into her mouth and throat with such force that she he d to swallow again and again to contain the flood. It plastered her coiling tongue flat against his bursting cock and filled her mouth with gooey syrup. But she liked the feeling and the taste, and she knew that Peter's busy tongue was already coaxing her towards her own crisis. A long-drawn-out moan of pre-orgasmic ecstasy welled up in her come-drenched throat as she came against his mouth. He kept one hand pressed deep between her buttocks and now the blunt tip of his index finger dug into her sphincter ring and diddled her tender, moist anal tissues until Melissa had to pull her come-smeared lips off his cock so she could scream in passion as her orgasm built to still greater heights. Peter fingered her anus while his tongue lashed out over her clit repeatedly and a gush of natural vaginal lubrications told him that his efforts were making Melissa come again. He crushed his open mouth against her melting cunt and sucked greedily as she came and came and came. He worked his embedded finger around inside her tight asshole, and Melissa yelped with excitement; Peter's still-hard, throbbing prick, spurting the last drops of his creamy discharge, smacked against her blazing cheek and coated her face with sticky semen. She moaned, then ran her tongue lasciviously over the wet cockhead to clean and stimulate it simultaneously.
Peter was sore from having ejaculated twice in such rapid succession, and he cried out when Melissa, after catching her breath, put her warm mouth on his dick again and sucked him dry, caressing him with her lips and tongue until he had to make her stop because the feeling was just too intense to tolerate. She laughed and wriggled her lower body to rub her wet, dripping cuntlips over his face as he tongued her automatically in return for what she had just done to finish him off.
Afterwards, as they lay on the blanket and watched the sun sink lower in the blue afternoon sky, Melissa reminded Peter, as tactfully as she could, of one or two little things he had promised to buy her, and also of his promise to invite her to his home sometime soon to meet his parents.
"All right! All right!" he said, half angrily, at last, wearied by her importuning. "I'll get the money from my father-and I'll see about that invitation. Maybe you could come for dinner some night." He about died at the thought of the four of them-his stuck-up parents, himself, and his latest piece of white-trash ass-seated around the dinner table, exchanging frozen looks and polite banalities while the servants waited on them.
But of course it would never come to that: his parents would never let Melissa Hardy near the house, let alone inside it. He'd have to get out of it somehow. But he could worry about exactly how later, Peter decided heatedly, as he played with Melissa's deliciously responsive twat, his fingers slipping down into that juicy cleft and eliciting a cry of stifled passion from the exhausted girl as she pressed her nude body against his and reached for his limp cock in playful retaliation. She was one hell of a lay, that was for sure, and Peter hoped he'd be able to string her along awhile longer-he wasn't ready to dump her just yet. But taking the slutty little social climber out on the town in the style to which she clearly wanted to become accustomed was draining even Peter Selby's money resources. He wondered, only half jokingly, why Melissa didn't flat-out become a whore: she certainly had the mental and physical equipment for it. Peter licked his lips as he watched the way her cuntlips tightened against his caressing fingers. She'd be worth paying cold cash for! And he was getting it for free-on the whole. He ought to be grateful.
"But you are going to ask your folks soon--about when it would be convenient for me to come to call?" Melissa breathed seductively, her warm, wetted lips running over Peter's taut-muscled stomach and upper thigh, planting kisses on him. He was getting painfully hard again, even though he'd shot off twice already, inside her massaging fist as Melissa deliberately administered the coup de grace by letting her boobs slide slowly and stickily over Peter's hot sweaty skin as she kissed him, the hard-pointed tips rubbing over his burning flesh and turning him on as effectively as any electrical switch could have activated a dynamo. His cock pulsed violently, trapped within her stroking fingers.
"Oh sure, Melly-sure," he gasped, not knowing what he was saying, what he was promising, willing to do or say anything as long as he could keep her happy and willing to service him. He grasped her hair and urged her head down into his crotch. "Go on, honey," he coaxed huskily. "Blow me some more, just a little-do it, Melly, and then I'll do whatever you want-take you wherever you want-buy you anything your little heart craves. You're my girl, aren't you? Don't you like to go down on me? I sure love it when you do, when that hot mouth of yours goes right down over my prick and I can feel-ohhhhh!" he broke off with a gasp of pleasure, as his flow of blarney had its effect and Melissa, eager to please the boy she still deluded herself into thinking of as her future husband, pressed her soft lips down over the bulbous head of Peter's cock in a subtly maddening oral embrace. She began to suck him even while her lips inched lower around the thick shaft...