Chapter 1
Eagerly Bob's hands began massaging Debbie's bosoms. Debbie looked up at him expectantly.
"Are they that beautiful?"
"Yes, yes, they are," he told her. "They're so beautiful I can't stand it. I've been fighting it all night, Debbie, but I've got to see your breasts. I want to know what they look like."
She was fighting not to show Bob her body. But she couldn't help it. Now she finally pulled off her sweater and let him look at her bosoms supported by her skimpy bra.
"Take the bra off, too," he told her. "I want to look at them. I want to caress them and kiss them."
Debbie cleared her throat. It was not going to be easy to do. Her parents had made it a point to tell her they never wanted her to engage in sex before she was married.
But she felt her body heat up and his eyes looked at her hotly and she knew she had to give in.
She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Her huge breasts came into view. Then Bob caught sight of them and his hands were outstretched. He began gently caressing and loving them.
"They're wonderful," he told her. "Oooohhh, I can't stand it."
What surprised Debbie most of all was how much it stimulated her to have Bob's hot hands over her breasts. It seemed as if he knew exactly how to stimulate her. He wasn't rough. He was gentle and caressed them carefully and tenderly.
"They're beautiful," he told her excitedly. "Oh, baby, what I can't do with them."
Before she knew what was happening he was bending over and sucking on them. This was hardly what she wanted him to do. But he got so stimulated that she couldn't stop him. And to her surprise she became equally stimulated. For the moment his tongue lashed out at her bosoms she felt the nipples become instantly erect. And then he was sucking on them like a baby.
"Oh, Bob, stop it," Debbie finally begged.
The girl was getting worried. For she could feel her mound moistening. She didn't want to become that excited. But she couldn't help it.
"I want to love you," Bob explained. "Please, Debbie, let me."
Debbie couldn't find words to stop him now. For his own passionate desires were urging him on. Finally his teeth nibbled at her nipples and it was hurting her. She knew Bob had become so carried away that he was unaware of her pain. Only his erotic excitement meant anything.
Then he was reaching under her skirt. She hadn't given him permission to feel of her there.
"Stop it," she protested.
But she might as well have been talking to the wild wind. For he couldn't hear her. He was listening to his own hot desires which urged him onward. Before she knew what was happening he had pulled her panties down. And his was slipping his fingers into her hole.
She wanted to object but it felt too good.
"That's wonderful," she replied instead. "Oh, Bob, keep it up."
Bob's fantastic finger movement in her vagina had her shaking. She was really startled when Bob got down in the back seat of the car and placed his mouth over her vagina. She had never seen anything like it as she watched his tongue slip and slide across her slit.
"Yes, yes," she cried ecstatically. "Love me."
Bob was really giving her a tongue job. With accelerating tongue swipes he went on licking and sucking.
"Eat me," she cried anxiously, "ohhhh, yes. That's what I want. Do it."
She was so excited now she was shaking. All at once she reached down and instinctively held his head over her pussy.
"That's what I want you to do," she begged him. "Lick me, baby."
With passionate tongue stabs he went on ramming into her.
She loved the sensation of his tongue gliding into her. She was determined that he was going to provide her with every erotic thrill she could get.
"Eat me," she cried eagerly. "Yes. That's the way. Oh, baby, love me."
Bob was more than happy to accommodate her. For if there was any taste he liked it was that of fresh young pussy. And as his finger work had stimulated her to arousal, and she had begun to juice, he realized he could enjoy her.
His hands gripped her buttocks as his face burrowed down in her snatch. He sniffed the delicious aroma of her vagina and went on licking and sucking.
"Eat it," she begged. "Oh, Bob, baby, lick me."
His hot tongue lashes brought her around. Soon she was juicing in his face. When Bob nibbled on Debbie's clit she experienced a whole new world of sensations. She was gushing now and he was lapping her up hungrily.
"Yes, yes," she moaned as her hands reached down and held him tighter.
When Bob had finished sucking her pussy and pulled his tongue out of her snatch he looked up at her with a shy but satisfied smile playing across his lips.
"You really know how to eat pussy," she admitted, "but I never figured that was why you were bringing me to the movies tonight."
"Baby, I want to teach you how to suck me," he told her.
"Suck what?" the young girl asked in amazement.
"My cock," he told her. "Baby, my eight inches of cock meat is ready to shoot. I'm a real pistol tonight."
To prove his point Bob unzipped his fly. He revealed his huge penis. He stroked it a couple of times until it had come to its full magnificent size. As she looked at it she recognized she could suck him. But it seemed like the wrong thing to do. There was some guilty pang of conscience that bothered her.
"I couldn't put my mouth on your penis," she told him honestly.
"Why not?" Bob asked as he continued stroking his cock, enjoying her admiring glances at his huge shaft.
"It's dirty," she objected. "It isn't the right thing to put your mouth around a dirty old cock."
That really got Bob angry.
"I sucked your pussy, didn't I?" he asked her. "I didn't say anything about it being dirty. I keep my cock clean. Now if you want to eat it that's your business. And if you don't there are plenty of other chicks in high school who want to."
He had gotten his point across to her. She reached out and slowly touched it. As she let her finger touch the tip of it she could feel cum oozing out of the head.
"That feels good when you touch me," he said huskily, still not over the disgust he felt over her calling his cock dirty when he knew perfectly well he kept it clean.
Then she gripped the middle of it and squeezed it. That got Bob even harder.
"Is it really eight inches?" she asked.
"Yes, I measured," he assured her.
At this point she was willing to slowly stroke him. She still couldn't bring herself to the idea that she could place her mouth over his rigid cock and suck him.
"Oh, baby," he admitted, "you really do fascinate me."
As she looked at his huge shaft she couldn't help contemplate what it might be like to bend over and let her tongue slip across the head of it. But something held her back. Bob instantly recognized she was hesitating and tried to overcome her caution.
"There's nothing wrong with giving a guy a blow job," he told her. "I've read statistics on cocksucking."
"You have?" she asked him.
"Sure, and pussy eating, too," he replied. "About ninety per cent of the young people today are going down on each other. Isn't that wonderful?"
As she continued stroking his magnificent penis her heart pounded rapidly. For desire was overcoming her. Realizing that so many people were doing it made some of the restraints she had previously felt disappear. But she still couldn't bring herself to do anything.
"Hurry up," Bob insisted, "you'd better lick it before it melts."
His invitation tempted her. Finally she lowered her head. And then she let her tongue swipe over the crown of his cock. Bob's cock quivered. His spine tingled and his balls tightened. Reaching out he gripped her head and gently stroked her.
"Oh, Debbie, if you'll suck me," he told her, "I'll do anything you want me to do. Just suck me off."
Realizing it meant so much to him, Debbie figured she might as well.
She let her tongue caress his cock and then she began sucking in earnest as her mouth slipped over his cock head.
"Come on, baby," he begged as he watched her move from the base of his shaft to the head. Her fingers continued manipulating his balls. He was getting more and more aroused every moment.
"Suck me," he urged her on, "suck me. That's what I want you to do, darling. Suck my cock off."
He was thrusting it to the back of her throat. As his cock tip caressed the back of her throat, new sensations of erotic pleasure surged through his body.
"Yes, yes," he urged her on, "suck it off. That's what I want you to do, darling, suck it off."
He was so aroused now he was trembling. And a moment later his hot sperm load erupted from his penis shaft. She sucked hungrily.
"Yes, yes," he begged, "eat it. Suck every drop off."
Finally the white sperm shot again. As she got the second round of cum juice from his cock she enjoyed it even more. For it seemed like an achievement. She could tell that she had really turned Bob on.
His seed didn't taste bad to her. As a matter-of-fact, it surprised her how delicious it tasted. When she had finished sucking him off and pulled away, she looked at him with a happy smile playing about her lips.
"I guess I really did you good," she told him.
He was pleased with her performance and he didn't hesitate to let her know. Immediately he wrapped his arms around her and passionately pressed his lips against hers. His tongue licked along her lips. He could taste his own cum juice as he did so. But it didn't bother him. For he respected his own body and his seed.
Soon his tongue slid into Debbie's mouth. She sucked on his hot pumping tongue. She drew on his tongue as if it were a small hard cock.
Finally he pulled away for he could feel his loins heating up again. And he figured he had gone off enough.
He pulled away and Debbie pulled her panties back up and put her bra and sweater back on. Bob put his cock back in his pants and zipped up his fly.
They got back in the front seat, then Bob wrapped his arms around her and held her closely. Debbie snuggled close to him. For she did think a lot of him. And now that she had become intimate with him she thought even more of him.
"I guess we didn't do anything wrong," she said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"Betty Ford said she didn't think it was terrible if a person had sex relations before they were married."
He shook his head.
"She said she didn't think it was wrong if her kids told her," Bob smiled.
That night when she came home her father, who was waiting up for her, was uptight.
"You sure stayed out late," he observed.
"It was a triple horror bill," she explained.
"I don't like you seeing those violent movies," her father objected. "It really gets me angry how they lure you kids into the theaters with violence."
"They say Frankenstein is based on truth," she told him.
"Well a diet of Frankenstein and Dracula pictures is no damn good," her father shrugged, "and I hope you weren't having sex in the car with that good-for-nothing Bob."
"I happen to like Bob," she told her father frankly, "and I don't like you saying things against him."
Even though she spoke briskly, she still felt for her father. For he was all alone. Years before her mother had gotten a divorce and said she didn't want her. That had always made her feel resentful and bitter towards her mother. However, she did adore her father. Going over to him, she bent over and gave him a bear hug. As she did so he felt her beautiful bosoms pressing against him. He couldn't help feeling an erotic response.
"You shouldn't do that, darling," he told her.
"Why, daddy?"
"Makes me horny, honey," he told her, "and it isn't right for a man to get turned on with his own kin."
As she glanced down between his legs she could see there was a bulge in his crotch. This bothered her tremendously.
"Daddy, how do you get your rocks off when momma isn't here?"
"Oh, I go bar hopping and pick up bar flies," he laughed as she sat down beside him and curled up.
His arm went around her adoringly and then he explained what he had to do to get his sexual satisfaction.
"I don't like to carry on with some of those dames," he admitted, "but I don't have any alternative. I've got to have sex like any other normal male."
"What do they do, daddy?"
"They do anything as long as you pay them," he said nonchalantly, "but it isn't much fun. When you know the only reason they're doing it is because of the bucks in your wallet instead of getting a kick out of you personally it feels like you're getting shortchanged."
All of the sudden she had the urge to caress his cock through his pants. Having just done it for her boyfriend Bob she wanted to see how her father would react. She reached out and touched his crotch. He didn't tell her to stop for it felt too good. She went on massaging his crotch and finally his face was reddening. Shyly, he told her, "Baby, you're getting me hard. Stop it."
"That means you like it," she smiled.
She was curious to know what her father's penis would look like. Finally she decided she would discover for herself what it did look like. She slowly and hesitatingly began unzipping his fly. She kept her eyes focused on his eyes. But shyly and embarrassed he was looking down. He knew that it was the wrong thing for his daughter to have carnal knowledge of him. However, he was eager for her to see what a thick cock he had. He prided himself in his penis and he was eager to expose it to her view.
"Daddy," she smiled like a small child, "do you mind if I take it out and look at it?"
Her father shook his head.
"If it means so much to you I guess not," he told her.
Reaching in she fumbled around and pulled out his thick long penis. It was even bigger than Bob's cock was. This pleased her.
"Oh, daddy, it looks sucking good," she exclaimed.
Her father frowned. For he was fearful that she wanted to give him a blow job.