Chapter 1
Maury Fritz owned the Red Rooster shoe store in Worthington, Ohio.
He sold tennis shoes, track shoes, kid shoes, men's shoes and women's shoes.
The hot shoe this season was the track shoe.
It was fall, and the kids were going back to school and it seemed like every girl and every boy was buying track shoes for their back-to-school wardrobe.
And it wasn't just the high school crowd that was buying them; it was the also the husbands and housewives of the community too.
They had taken up jogging en masse.
On a Sunday morning, there were more middle-aged jowled and pot-bellied joggers than there were pigeons.
Maury didn't know what to make of the trend.
He would shake his head and wonder why everybody was in such a hurry to go through life that they felt obliged to go through it in track shoes.
One company had even come out with baby shoes that were styled like track shoes, and they were selling like hot cakes.
Kids who could barely crawl were wearing the shoes with the streamlined racing stripes down the side.
Maury shook his head.
It was a slow Monday morning and he was alone in the shop until Mrs. Jergens came in at noon.
He stole a glance toward the door and saw that no one was in sight, so he walked toward the full-length mirror on the wall in between to racks of shoes.
As he walked toward the mirror, he looked at his feet.
It was an instinctive sort of thing; whenever people walked toward a mirror in his store, they looked at their feet.
And then usually, they would look up to steal a glance at their face.
Maury wondered why people invariably had to look at their faces when they were before a mirror.
It couldn't be to see if the shoes that they were buying went well with their faces.
As Maury approached the mirror, he couldn't take his eyes off his feet.
He had intended to look at himself in the mirror, but he was now not sure that he had the courage.
He didn't want to see what he was sure he would see.
A middle-aged man with streaks of gray in his hair.
He didn't want to see that.
How could have he become suddenly a middle-aged man?
He had always thought of himself as a kid.
Even when he had gotten married to Kay and they had moved to Worthington when the opportunity to buy the shoe store came along he had felt that he was just a kid playing house and then a kid playing at owning a business.
And then when they had their daughter, Randi, he had felt as if he was simply playing at being a father.
He never was aware of feeling any older.
But now he had a daughter who was sixteen, and he was becoming the father of a "young woman," and it stood to reason that if he was the father of a young woman, than he couldn't really be all that young himself, could he?
He was nearing forty, and it was panicking him.
He clenched his teeth as he had seen Clint Eastwood do when he was standing ready to draw against a wicked hombre.
And with Clint Eastwood's icy stare, he looked up quickly at the wicked hombre who faced him in the glass.
His heart gave a lurch and his breath caught in his throat. He was prepared for the worst.
It wasn't that bad.
There stood a dark and rather ruggedly handsome man of average height with just a flattering tinge of gray at his temples; he was still healthy looking, although there was just the slightest sag around his belly.
He inhaled and the sag disappeared.
Exercise, he thought. I have to get exercise.
He looked over at his rack of track shoes.
He had spurned the idea of owning a pair of the shoes himself, but what the hell, maybe it was time that he joined the race the race against time, the race against aging...
He sat down and tried on his size in a bright blue shoe that was currently the biggest seller.
They fit perfectly.
He stood up.
They felt light on his feet.
God, he thought, they feel as good as I've been telling everybody they do.
He walked to the mirror and looked down at his feet.
He had the feet of a high school track star.
He looked quickly up the length of his body, allowing his eyes to gloss over the paunch that bulged under his belt, and he looked himself in the eye.
He didn't need to give the man in the mirror his Clint Eastwood steely-eyed glare.
The man in the mirror was no menace to him.
The man in the mirror was a friend of his.
Once he had started a running routine, that man would be as good new.
He started jogging in front of the mirror, huffing and puffing with conviction.
He felt like he was running on air.
Hell, he wasn't in bad condition!
He felt so good that he started laughing, and he continued jogging, running up and down the two aisles of chairs in the small store and his jogging became kind of a dance, a laughing dance.
Hell, he thought, life begins at thirty-nine!
He had a good business, a loving wife, a daughter that was the envy of all his friends and neighbors.
And he now had new track shoes and a new lease on life!
He was doing his little dance, running toward the back of the store when he heard the bell attached to the door let out it's dinging ring.
He turned sharply, a flush coming to his face.
Mrs. Sloan.
She smiled and laughed.
"You're just like a wind-up display for those things!" she said. "Do they really make you feel like doing a jig in the middle of the store?"
Mrs. Sloan was eighty-two years old and came in every Monday to look at shoes.
Twice every year, she bought a pair.
Which meant that, barring ill health and holidays, she came in fifty times every year and didn't buy a thing.
Maury didn't mind though; Mondays were always very slow and he appreciated the visit almost as much as she did.
"Good morning Mrs. Sloan," he said, trying to regain a proper salesman-like pose.
"These shoes are really marvelous, really wonderful. It's like walking on air.
"Can I get you a pair to try on?" he joked.
Mrs. Sloan shuffled to a chair and collapsed with a gasp, and as soon as she had adequate air in her withered lungs she began to chortle merrily.
"No, no," she said, "If I can believe Reverend James, I'll be walking on air soon enough. And playing a harp!"
She laughed until she began to gasp again.
"Ooooo, land sakes," she sighed, "I hope they don't give me a harp when I get there. With the arthritis in my hands I'll never be able to make sweet music.
"But I'll worry about that when it happens..."
Her eyes were fixed on Maury's feet.
"Mrs. Sloan, if I dare to say it... You seem to be very attracted to these shoes."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You know, Maury, they really do have spunk! They look so colorful!"
She looked up with a wizened, wicked look of conspiracy.
"What say you let me try on a pair?" She held up her finger in admonition. "But if you tell anybody and you make jokes at my expense believe me, Maury, when I die and they give me that harp I'm going to hang around right outside your window and serenade you every night!"
Maury laughed and went to get a pair of the shoes in her size.
She tried them on, and he asked her how she liked them.
She got up and walked around.
She looked at him with such sheepishness that he knew immediately what was on her mind.
"My goodness, Mrs. Sloan! I can't believe it! You want them!"
Mrs. Sloan gave out with a gasping little girl giggle and waved at him to be quiet as she looked toward the door to make sure that no one was watching her.
"Oh, hush Maury, you hush!"
She looked down at the shoes on her feet and she smiled; she walked a few steps down the aisle, bouncing on the shoes as if they were anti-gravity shoes.
She looked up at Maury and she was afraid to say anything.
"Emma, I'll sell them to you if you want them. Really. I'll even give them to you in a plain brown box."
"Well... You know... I could just wear them around the house... Honestly, are they that different from slippers? No! And what is so wrong with walking on air? Hell, I'm entitled to buy a little bit of heaven in advance, aren't I?"
Maury nodded solemnly.
And Mrs. Sloan, walking out of the door and trying to conceal the box under her arm, had suddenly broke tradition.
This was the third pair of shoes she had bought in a year!
Maury felt sure that it was a sign; a sign that today was the day for new beginnings...
That evening he amazed Kay and Randi by putting on his new track shoes and heading out to the park.
"Honey, it's already dark!" Kay warned, "You'll trip and you'll kill yourself."
"I'll be fine! I'm sure I won't trip."
"Why can't you do it when everyone else does it?" asked Kay.
"Yeah, Dad," Randi joined in, "No one jogs in the dark. Why can't you do it in the morning before work?"
"I'll tell you why, Randi," Kay said, with a knowing look at Maury. "Your father has always been like this. Whenever he gets something new or he is going through some new phase, he goes a little crazy, and tomorrow isn't soon enough. His mother had even told me that when he was a kid he actually could never wait to try out his new toys and she said that he has never changed. I have to agree."
She was looking at Maury, very amused, and he was rather hurt that she thought his new found interest in fitness was merely a joke.
His resentment gave him energy and he dashed out of the house, and Randi and Kay were really quite impressed with the way he sailed all the way down the street, turning out of sight a full three blocks down.
"The Flash!" Randi said, and began to giggle. Kay couldn't help joining her.
As soon as he knew he was out of sight from Kay and Randi, Maury began to walk again. His sides hurt and he had pulled a muscle in his leg.
His mind was clouded with rage at his own unfitness, and he wasn't thinking much of anything as he walked into the park.
He wasn't good for any more running, in fact he was walking with a distinct limp, but he couldn't go home yet and he needed the meditative quiet that the park offered anyway.
He was farther inside the park than he realized when he hurt a sharp moaning that froze him on the thin, darkened footpath where he walked.
It was a girl's voice.
He thought it sounded like she might be in trouble.
He crept quietly to the side of the path and bent down and peeked through the branches of the trees.
There was a girl, and she was in trouble alright but it was trouble that she had gotten herself into.
And it was trouble that she was enjoying the hell out of.
She was a slight girl, perhaps five foot two, and she had long and thick blonde hair that was tumbling over her naked breasts.
She was wearing tight jeans that had been unbuttoned at the top, and her lips were being ardently kissed by a boy with longish black hair; he was rather tall and skinny and Maury couldn't see much of his face because he was nuzzling into the girl's neck.
The boy's shirt was unbuttoned and the girl was passing her little hands over his chest as she moaned and groaned; she was arching her back to thrust out her ripe, round, ample young tits. It seemed that she was trying to make them look as appetizing as possible so that the boy would take them into his mouth and suck on the hot and hardening little titty points...
Maury was still breathing hard from his run, but now he had to breath even harder. The sight was a terribly exciting one.
The loving young couple were in a small clearing littered with wine bottles and discarded packs of cigarettes; it was obviously a very popular place to slip away and screw.
The girl looked about sixteen, and boy was perhaps eighteen.
Maury watched them and thought perhaps that he should stop them. They were obviously too young to be doing what they were doing.
But then, weren't kids always too young for that sort of thing? And didn't they all do it anyway? Maury had been eighteen himself when he had made love to his first girl.
So he stayed where he was.
The couple had brought a flashlight to seek out their trysting place, and now the flashlight lay forgotten beside them, supplementing the moonlight and giving the incredibly sexy scene the kind of furtive half-light that seemed most fitting., .
The boy was kissing his way down the girl's neck, and he was slowly slipping down toward her breasts.
The girl was amazingly buxom for someone her age, and her marvelous ripe titties had the firmness and proud thrust of youth...
Maury couldn't help licking his lips, imagining the taste of the succulent, taut flesh against his tongue.
The boy was licking down the girl's cleavage now, and the girl brought both her hands to the boy's head and tangled them in his hair, pushing on his head with no subtlety at all.
She wanted his mouth lapping and kissing her young and panting boobs, and she was pressing on his head, urging his hungry mouth down to the hot and heaving mounds.
Her moaning was louder and it reflected the growing quickness of her breath as the boy began to trace his tongue over the trembling flesh that stretched so smoothly over the insides of her breathless teenage breasts...
"Suck them Larry... suck my 'tits and make me squirm!" she cried.
And the boy was so turned on by her words that he didn't hesitate any longer.
He opened his eager mouth wide and plunged it down on one of the hot and straining tips of her breasts.
And as he slid his moist lips over the top of her aching tit-cone, she groaned with the pleasure of having him mouth her marvelous young tit flesh.
And she began to squirm, just as she said that she would.
They had been sitting up, hugging and necking and petting, but now the feelings that the youth's lusting tongue was arousing in her pointy, melon tits were too much for her to take sitting down, and as he sucked the tender dark brown tit bud to even greater straining stiffness, the girl leaned back on the blanket discarded packs of cigarettes; it was obviously a very popular place to slip away and screw.
The girl looked about sixteen, and boy was perhaps eighteen.
Maury watched them and thought perhaps that he should stop them. They were obviously too young to be doing what they were doing.
But then, weren't kids always too young for that sort of thing? And didn't they all do it anyway? Maury had been eighteen himself when he had made love to his first girl.
So he stayed where he was, The couple had brought a flashlight to seek out their trysting place, and now the flashlight lay forgotten beside them, supplementing the moonlight and giving the incredibly sexy scene the kind of furtive half-light that seemed most fitting...
The boy was kissing his way down the girl's neck, and he was slowly slipping down toward her breasts.
The girl was amazingly buxom for someone her age, and her marvelous ripe titties had the firmness and proud thrust of youth...
Maury couldn't help licking his lips, imagining the taste of the succulent, taut flesh against his tongue.
The boy was licking down the girl's cleavage now, and the girl brought both her hands to the boy's head and tangled them in his hair, pushing on his head with no subtlety at all.
She wanted his mouth lapping and kissing her young and panting boobs, and she was pressing on his head, urging his hungry mouth down to the hot and heaving mounds.
Her moaning was louder and it reflected the growing quickness of her breath as the boy began to trace his tongue over the trembling flesh that stretched so smoothly over the insides of her breathless teenage breasts...
"Suck them Larry... suck my 'tits and make me squirm!" she cried.
And the boy was so turned on by her words that he didn't hesitate any longer.
He opened his eager mouth wide and plunged it down on one of the hot and straining tips of her breasts.
And as he slid his moist lips over the top of her aching tit-cone, she groaned with the pleasure of having him mouth her marvelous young tit flesh.
And she began to squirm, just as she said that she would.
They had been sitting up, hugging and necking and petting, but now the feelings that the youth's lusting tongue was arousing in her pointy, melon tits were too much for her to take sitting down, and as he sucked the tender, dark brown tit bud to even greater straining stiffness, the girl leaned back on the blanket that they had spread out on the ground beneath them.
And the boy followed her down to the ground as she lay back, still letting out her ecstatic little sounds as she luxuriated in the feel of his velvety tongue washing against the throbbing and smoldering little point of her terrific teenage tit...
"Suck, suck, suck," she was chanting in a soft murmur, and Maury had never heard a girl so young so ebullient with sexual talk.
In fact, his wife was one of only three woman he had ever made love with, and none of them had ever verbalized their sexual desires.
So as he watched these torrid scene of young love, he felt his cock rise in his pants, and already he could feel the moisture of his pre-come wetting his briefs.
The boy moved his hungry sucking mouth to her other tit, and meanwhile he kneaded the tit he had just been mouthing with his hand.
He was sucking and stroking her tits as he lay by her side, and as her breasts swelled with the hot breath of her increasing desire, her crotch began to hump hornily up into the air as if yearning for contact with the boy's cock.
The boy's head was buried into the girl's wonderful, womanly bosom, and he couldn't see how her fiery fuck-box was arching up as she lifted her round, compact little ass off the ground to shove her pussy high up into the air...
So the girl quietly slipped her hand down her belly and slid it easily under the unbuckled top of her jeans.
Her hand was visible under the tight material of her pants as she began to fervently finger her juicing little fuck slit...
And she began to whimper now, so tormented was she by the aching fire of the desire that throbbed in her titties and flowed from her hungry young cunt . . .The boy had lifted his head momentarily from the girl's rising white boobs with the intention of planting a kiss on her mouth.
But as he came up, he couldn't help seeing her arm thrust way down into the dampened, humping crotch of her jeans.
He watched, fascinated by the sight of the girl's pumping pussy as she fingered and fucked herself inside her panties...
She saw him looking at her hand, and Maury saw her smile. She was obviously pleased with the way that she was turning him on...
"Oh, Larry, Larry, my box is so hot... I can't help touching it, I'm soray," she said, sincerity dripping from her words the way fuck juice must have been dripping from her fuck-ready little slit...
"I should have waited for you to touch me there, but that hole between my legs was so hot and so wet I was going crazy and I needed something hard going up into it."
And to illustrate her point, she gave a hard lunge with her fingers, and though it couldn't be clearly seen what she was doing inside her jeans, it was obvious that she had just fucked her fingers up hard and high inside her gaping, runny twat mouth . . .
And Larry gulped so loud that Maury could hear him.
"Fuck me Larry, fuck my tight slit with that big thick cock of yours," she whispered, the words coming out in a hiss of sexual steam.
"Only Larry," she said in calmer, supplicating tone, "Please go slow... Please push that wonderful prick of yours into me slow... because my pussy hugs that cock so tight... and it hurts if you shove all of it in too fast..."
Her fingers were still jamming into her twat as she talked and Larry had trouble taking his eyes off the riveting sight.
But he looked her in the eye and said with in a low and loving tone, "Baby, Janie baby, I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You know that."
And he took his shirt off and began to pull off his pants as Janie watched him with very amorous eyes, her fingers still making the material of her jeans jump and wriggle at the juncture of her slender legs...
At the mention of the girl's name, Maury gave a start.
Of course! That was Janie Wimble ton, his daughter's best friend!
He should have recognized her but he had never paid all that much attention to Randi's friends. They were nuisances to be treated politely as possible while they were in your house while you silently cursed them and wished that they would leave so that the girlish chatter and raucous playing of Elton John records would cease so that you could relax and read the paper.
But this girl was more a woman than a kid, and she was no longer to be regarded as a nuisance, by any means.
He of course had never seen her or thought of her in this amazingly erotic context, and that was another reason why he hadn't recognized her.
She was so breathtakingly beautiful as she lay there, fucking her cock-ready young cunt with her fingers, her white and smooth flesh bathed by the moonlight as she watched with eager eyes as Larry stripped of his clothes.
And when the boy was naked, she let out an appreciative sigh.
"Oh Larry, I love your body!" she cried, and her hand left her cunt and she reached out to caress his nakedness with both hands as the boy stretched out beside her on the blanket.
Their mouths met in a kiss, and as Maury saw their hot tongues flash and glimmer and they darted between each other's teeth and lips, the girl trailed her hand down the boy's side and down over the rise of his hip and then slowly, slowly she let it trace across his belly.
She was reaching for his cock, but she wanted him to know that she was; she knew how to put out, but she also knew how to tease...
And the boy tensed with aching anticipation as she ran her hand across the firm flatness of his stomach... and her fingers opened and slowly, gently, she wrapped them around the stiffening shaft of his cock.
And the boy let out an involuntary gasp as she lightly encircled his aroused penis and with her fingers making a loose fist around the rising organ she began to gently, ever so gently, jerk him off...
"Ohhhhhhh, Janie," the boy sighed, his voice choked and rough with passion, "Fuck my cock, fuck it with your fingers..."
And she pulled her face from his to look at him, and she smiled as he closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of her fingers as she ran her loosely clenched fist up and over the taut and straining skin of his long and thick fuck-rod...
And his cock grew thicker and harder in her hand and her moans of pleasure joined with his as she felt the immensity of the organ swelling under her slow and soft stroking.
In the moonlight, a bead of the boy's fuck-dew appeared at the head of his engorged and throbbing prick, and it glimmered there, attracting the girl's attention...
She passed her palm over the large knob of the boy's cock, rubbing the jizz stuff round and round the head, using it to make her soft caresses wet and cunt-like.
The boy had to gasp for breathe as he felt her knowing hand on his cock. It made him writhe with the tender torture of lust-She smiled at the way that she had him totally in her control now, and she repeated the swirling motions of her palm over and over the head of his raging, rock hard fuck-stick.
And she brought her other hand to his shaft and clasped her fingers around it as she had before, and she slid her fist up and over his stalk, pulling and teasing the sensitive skin that sheathed the firm and throbbing core of his fully erect organ...
And with one hand massaging the head of his dripping dick and the other seizing the shaft and masturbating it so that more and more of his pre-jism juiced out of his piss slit, the girl knew that she was making his cock so ready for the kiss of her cunt lips that it wouldn't be long at all before he would mount her.
And she began to hump her pounding, overheated cunt mound up into her air again,-hoping to attract the boy's attention to it.
She succeeded.
The boy slid his hand down her naked and fantastically firm little belly, inching his hand down with every bit of the slow, teasing intention that the girl had used on the way to gripping his prick in her hands.
And now it was the boy's turn to grin as the girl let out a long and agonized groan, wishing that the boy would hurry his hand as it crept toward the leaky love fire that burned so fucking wetly in her crotch...
But the boy wasn't as cruel as she had been, when he knew that she was going really crazy for the feel of his fingers up her teeming teenage twat...
"Oh, Larryyyyyyyyyyy!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! " she cried as he lunged his long fingers way up her cunt hole.
And her finger clutched his cock tightly now; she was no longer teasing.
She was using both hands to jerk his long and trembling organ off with hard and urgent strokes, long strokes that pulled at the flesh of his cock and made it burn with the fucking friction of her tight-clenched fingers.
She had no time for coyness now.
She wanted cock, all his long and hard thick cock ramming up into her tender and tight twat box...
So she jacked off his jizz-stick with those ardently urgent cock caresses as he plunged his fingers far into her panting, dripping pussy...
"Fuck me, Larry Larry, fuck me!! ! ! " she cried and the fingers that clasped the boy's frothing prick stopped; she couldn't concentrate on the marvelous thrusts of his fingers up her snatch and still hand fuck him at the same time.
All she could do was squeeze that cock, hold onto it as for dear life as the fingers shoving up her suck-tunnel sent her adrift on a swirling sea of passion...
Her fingers grasped his rampant rod so hard that they were squeezing out large drops of pre-jizz from the boys cock, and the drops dripping out of his prick slit in long, silver threads and the liquid love stuff collected in a shining pool in the girl's navel as he leaned over her, ready to fuck her but wanting her so hot and ready for the feel of his hard meat jamming up into her juicing slit that she would go crazy at the' mere feel of his prick head pushing against the red, tender, trembling, gaping rim of her tight and runny fuck hole...
He began pulling at her jeans, but it took awhile to get them down because the swell of her well-rounded hips was so ample as to make it hard to get the waist of the pants over them...
And the girl wouldn't let go of the boy's thick and drooling prick; she didn't want it to slip from her grasp until she knew its head was right up inside the velvet clutch of her waiting cunt...
But at last the pants pulled over her round hips and her ass, and she lifted her knees up so that the boy could slip them off her lovely, slim legs without moving away from her.
He pushed the pants and the panties all the way down her legs and slipped her feet free of them, and as soon as she did that, she spread her legs and stretched them out so that he didn't have time to pull her other foot from the tangle of the clothing.
But she didn't care that her jeans still clung to one of her legs she was so glad to have her eager fuck-slit exposed to the boy's eyes and to his hands and his rigid and ever-so-ready fuck-stick...
.And as she spread her thighs wide, the boy's cock gave a leap in the girl's grasp, and the girl began to slide her fists up and down the prick that was now so coated with the pre-come cream that it slithered and slid easily through her hands as she stroked it rapidly up and down.
In fact, the boy was so ready to fuck her as she lay spread beneath him that Maury could hear the girl's hands making gentle squishing sounds as the slipped down Larry's oozing and quivering prick pole...
There was that much of his come stuff streaming down the sides of his immense shaft!
Maury could feel that his own pants were as wet as if he had peed in them.
He had felt guilty about standing watching the loving young couple, but now he was so caught up in the spectacle that he couldn't even think of pulling himself away...
The boy lost no time in exploiting the exposure of the girl's panting and dripping beaver.
He brought his hand slowly up the inside of her well-fleshed thighs and she parted her legs even wider in anticipation of his fingers sliding up into her leaking love hole.
Her legs were so widely splayed that the cords of her thigh muscles were clearly visible as she strained with every fiber of her body to prepare her cunt for the thrust of his fingers, and soon his cock...
The boy inserted two fingers inside her cunt and she spasmodically closed her legs, trapping his fingers in her cunt as if she was afraid that he would pull them out...
"Easy lover," Larry whispered, "Easy. I want to finger fuck you to make sure that you're ready for my cock..."
"I'm ready! God I'm ready!" the girl ranted, wriggling down on the boy's fingers until his knuckles were pressing hard against the entrance to her fuck-hungry young cunt.
The boy gave another gulp.
"Jesus, Janie, you are ready! I've never felt your cunt as big as this! Look!" he cried, imploring her to watch.
"What?" the girl wondered out loud, and she picked her head up and looked down to where his fingers had wedged up inside her cunt.
She spread her legs again so that she could see what he was doing.
"I'm going to put all my v fingers up you!" he exclaimed.
"Noooo!" she screamed, afraid that four fingers ramming up inside her tender slit would hurt her dreadfully.
But before she could stop him or bring her legs back together again, he had thrust all four of his fingers way high up inside her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!! ! " the girl cried out with the shock, but as the cry drew out, it became one of intense pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh," she cried and she writhed down harder on his hand as if four fingers weren't enough for her hungry fuck box...
"See baby? See how ready you are?"
He pressed his lips to her willing, moist mouth, and breaking the kiss for moment, he said, "See? I wouldn't ever hurt you! I could feel that you were ready!"
"But Larry," she said, sounding suddenly sad, "If I have so much room up inside me, I won't be tight around your cock. My cunt wouldn't be snug for your cock!"
He screwed his fingers round in her cunt and she. had to close her eyes with the wave of fire that washed over her from the flowing furnace of her fuck-ready cunt...
"See lover?" Larry said, continuing his maddening motions with all four fingers up her sucking slit, "Your cunt is sucking real hard-on my fingers. It's real tight, see? It's just real ready. Your cunt will suck off my cock just like it always has, baby, don't worry.
"I can tell you're gonna feel real tight around my prick..."
And she slipped her little clenched fists eagerly up and down his slippery, shining shaft.
"Do it to me, lover. Stick me with that wonderful prick!! ! "
Her eyes were as shiny as her dewy lips, as her dewy cunt mouth and as his pre-come coated cock shaft...
"You won't have to go slow this time, will you?" she said, her eyes sparkling with the realization, " You can slip all of your hot meat right up my cunt right away!! ! ! "
Her words made the boy eager to feel the sucking kiss of her tight twat, so he got between her wide-open legs and as she guided the drooling head of his quivering, massive and throbbing red shaft to her cunt lips, the couple's eyes were focused on their crotches, wanting to watch the moment when his long, lunging prick parted the trembling wet lips of her hot pink pussy... It was such an incredibly exciting sight that Maury let out a stifled cry of desire, but fortunately the couple was too immersed in the prospect of fucking that they didn't hear.
And the tip of the boy's dripping prick parted the quivering folds of her quim and the girl writhed her hips and lifted her ass cheeks up off the blanket, the anticipated feel of penetration...
She was holding her breath and he was too as they watched his shaft sliding easily up into her flowing fuck box.
"Larryyyyyy!" she squealed, as she felt inch by throbbing inch of his large fuck-rod stabbing hotly into the melting flesh of her wonderfully tight young cunt...
The boy was shaking with the fires of desire that were surging through his body as he pushed his ass down to force more and more of his hard and hot fuck meat up the clutching wet canal of her cunt.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," the girl was chanting, urging him on.
Maury found himself thinking that she must be a cheerleader.
The boy's cock was well into her ravenous, red-hot runny snatch, so she switched her grip from around his shaft to clasp his balls so that she could help him slip every quivering millimeter of cock up her gaping and juicy pussy...
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" they both gasped as all of his cock went inside of her...
They looked up from the juicy juncture where their bodies were now joined and they smiled and panted hard as they looked at each other.
"In!" was all that Larry said, and the girl gave a nod.
"I know that I usually want it slow, baby," the girl said, "But tonight I'm so turned on that I just can't take any of that slow shit."
"I want it hard and I want it fast, baby. Please, Larry. Make me come quick! Pleeeeeease!" she begged.
"I'm glad that you said that," said Larry, "Because that's just the way I feel. But I don't know how long I can fuck that fantastic cunt of yours hard and fast without coming..."
The girl squeezed her fingers lovingly around his balls and Larry had to close his eyes.
"Don't worry, baby, come anytime you like. Please. I want to feel you shooting your stuff inside me. IV makes me feel like a woman when I can make you come so fast!"
"So shoot! Shoot that shit anytime you feel like it!" she whispered affectionately, and she rotated her palm under his swinging, come-loaded ball sack, making him begin his thrusts into her eagerly sucking little slit...
And he bent his back and pulled his prick out of her and began screwing her horny and hot fuck hole in earnest.
He knifed his body and jammed all his hard man's meat into her loving suck hole and she cried out his name and pushed on his ball sack to show him that he. shouldn't be afraid to fuck into her flowing, slimy young snatch as hard as he wanted.
So he jackknifed his body again and again and again, -lunging all of his long and frothing fuck pole far up into her clenching wet cock clamp, and she took her free hand and with it she gripped his ass as he rammed every thing he had up into her. , She writhed and she tossed and twisted and she brought her feet up so that her heels were against her ass. She wanted to give his cock every access to her cunt...
He plunged into her long and writhing love tunnel, and she dug her nails into his ass as their pubic bushes brushed against each other and tangled together on every hard, lunging downstroke of his foaming fuck-stick.
"Oh, Janie, you little cunt, you lovely little cunt!" Larry exclaimed lovingly as he rode the wriggling and squirming young girl, grabbing her hips to provide more leverage for forcing all of his hard rod deep down into her hole.
And with every thrust the girl jacked her ass up off the blanket so that her cunt rim slapped down against the very base of his shaft and her pussy lips wetly kissed that swinging sack of his come-bulged balls...
"Ohhhh, I... I... I... I'm going to come!" cried Larry, and his voice was filled with disappointment that he wouldn't feel her cunt sucking off his erect and pounding prick for much longer.
"Do it!! ! ! ! " the girl screamed.
And to show how much she wanted him to come, she plunged her middle finger into the puckered hole of his ass all the way to her second knuckle.
The boy yelled with the shock of the sensation. Apparently he wasn't used to have fingers stuck into his ass.
Maury gasped too. No woman had ever stuck her finger in his ass...
"Baby!" the girl exclaimed, "I'm sorry!"
She didn't seem at all sorry, but she did seem rather surprised that her finger had ended up stuck deep into the boys rapidly humping ass.
"I don't know why I did that... I just suddenly wanted to... Should... should I pull it out?"
"No no no no no!" the boy panted, and he never once broke his rapid, frenzied fuck rhythm...
He looked at her and managed to smile through his passion contorted face, "Fuck my ass baby, fuck it! It feels so good to have your finger up my asshole!"
And the girl returned his smile with an arch smile of her own and she fucked into his tiny hole harder and harder until her fuck strokes matched the ferocity of his lunges into her cunt...
"Oh God!" the boy cried, and the girl knew he was coming so she lifted her ass far up from the ground and jammed her steaming, boiling, streaming slit down as hard and as far as she could on his frothing cock and she plunged her finger all the way up his ass.
And his body went rigid with the tension of his imminent orgasm.
He stopped his lunging thrusts into her cunt, so she kept the motion of her clasping wet fuck box going by pumping her pussy down and down and down insistently against his rod.
She wanted his come and he knew it and he couldn't hold it back anyway, so with a gasping groan, he shot the first of his fuck stuff far up into her loving long cunt canal...
And the slithery lotion that lubricated her love box made her motions so easy and so rapid as she jerked her snatch up and down against his coming cock that the boy could only grab her shoulders and moan as she writhed and wriggled beneath him, doing all she could to help him fill her belly with the steaming cream of his frothing fuck-rod.
"Ahhhhh, babyyyyyy!! ! ! " he cried, and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her as he felt his cock squeezing and spasming, jerking off and jizzing into her cunt...
He had to lift his mouth from hers to gasp for air, and when he did, the girl suddenly yelled, "Jesus! I feel your asshole sucking my finger each time you shoot! Ahhh! Oh, fill me with sweet come!! ! ! " she cried.
And suddenly the girl threw back her head and her body went rigid and the boy looked down at her with amazement: she was coming now too!
"Janie! Come with me! Yeah!" he cried, and although there wasn't much jizz left in his hard and spurting prick, he lunged deep into her as if he still hadn't come yet.
He wanted to feel her squeezing his jizzing dick with her coming cunt!
And he got his wish as she gripped his emptying ball sack in her fingers and pressed her pounding pussy mound up against him, shouting his name and begging him to fuck her...
And she shuddered under the boy, her whole body shaking with the power of her climaxing pussy, and the boy jerked the last of his jizz deep into her cunt, and the aching heat of his organ made him cry out with passion until at last the ripples of their mutual come began to die away.
The girl's breasts were so ripe and so firm that they stood up even when she lay on her back.
The boy bent his head down and licked the erect, throbby hard brown tips as the girl moaned with the concluding clasping spasms of her marvelous orgasm...
And the boy washed over her tit tips with his tongue as she gently squeezed the last remaining drops of his come milk from his sack.
"Jesus! What a fuck!" the girl cried. The boy could only nod his assent. Maury had to admit, it was some incredible fuck...
He looked down and saw an immense bulge in his pants.
His loins were so filled with searing, surging fire that he didn't know what to do.
He had never seen anything quite so erotic.
There was certainly nothing in his own sex life that had ever been that exciting.
He looked at the loving couple as they lay in each other's arm's smiling and kissing each other lightly.
He suddenly felt very old.
And very horny.
He felt his cock throbbing and dripping in his pants.
He turned from the scene and started to jog like mad, heading for home.
He had never thought of his sex life as bad or unexciting.
He loved his wife and she was a good lover.
They enjoyed having sex, and though they didn't have it all that often, when they did, it was usually very good.
But the young couple that he had just seen had showed him something that he hadn't thought of, at least not for a long time.
Love making should have fire and excitement!
Or was that only for the young?
No, it couldn't be! It couldn't be!
As he jogged he could shake the excitement that still gripped him every time he thought of that scene in the park...
He ran harder, until his breath burned down his throat and he heard loud wheezes. Somehow they didn't sound like his wheezes. Somehow the only part of him that he could really feel was his mind.
And his mind was racing, racing, racing...
That girl, that beautiful young girl on the blanket, her legs spread, showing the glistening wet lips of her pink pussy slit; her breasts swelling as she panted and begged for cock, lots of long hard cock...
But shit! She was his daughter's age!
How could he be thinking the thoughts he was thinking about somebody that was his daughter's age!
It wasn't healthy.
It wasn't good at all...-
But it was unavoidable.
Jesus, what would he do when Janie came over to the house again? How would he be able to control the racing of his brain and the racing of his blood when she walked in the door?
It was going to be hell...
He tried not to think one thought the one thought that seemed to be pressing hot and wet against his brain...
He tried to run faster and faster so he wouldn't think the thought.
He ran and ran until there was no breath left in his lungs and his vision began to blur.
And in the darkness he tripped over a raised cement block and sprawled down hard on the concrete of the sidewalk.
The thought stabbed through his brain.
He wanted to have that young girl.
He wanted her desperately.
He was growing old.
His sex life was on the wane.
He had a few good years and maybe a few years where he would appear attractive to younger women...
He didn't want to resign himself to middle age until he had tasted the pleasures of youth -pleasures that he had never really tasted in his own youth.
He didn't want to admit his desires to himself!
Christ, he was the father of a girl just the same age as the one that he was having all the lustful thoughts about!
But imagine, his mind kept saying, imagine what renewed vigor it would bring you to discover that a young girl found you exciting? That she would want to make love to you and that you give her the benefit of your experience while she gave you the benefit of her youth...
"Maury! Maury, what the hell?"
It was his neighbor, Len Fields, coming down the sidewalk.
"Took a tumble, huh?" Len inquired, looking concerned as he came to Maury's assistance.
"It's okay! It's okay! Maury insisted, brushing off Len's attempts to help him up.
Christ, he wasn't so old that he couldn't get up himself!
"Alright, alright Maury. Jesus, no reason to get all in a huff."
Maury looked up at realized that Len was hurt by his abrupt outburst.
"Sorry Len," Maury said as he struggled to his feet. "Guess I embarrassed myself."
Len accepted the apology with a nod of his head.
"Jesus. I saw you streakin' down the walk and I didn't know it was you. Figured the only type of guy that would be running like that in the dark was a guy who had robbed a little old lady or somethin'. "
"Jogging," Maury managed to pant. "I was jogging."
"You been bit by the bug too, eh? Jesus everybody around here is nuts with that. Even my wife is talking about doing it."
Len looked Maury over and shook his head. "You'll have to take it easy at first, Maury. You keep up like that and you're going to get yourself to an early grave!"
Maury hadn't realized how he had strained himself with his run. He found that he couldn't talk anymore, so he patted Len on the back and continued on his way home. Behind him, Len was watching and shaking his head.
"When are these jogging fools gonna realize that they aren't kids anymore?" he muttered.
And he went inside and sat down in front of the TV with a beer in hand, as any reasonable man with an intelligent approach to middle age would do.
Maury staggered through the kitchen and avoided looking at the astonished looks of his wife and daughter.
"Dad!" exclaimed Randi.
"Dear! Are you alright?" Kay called after him.
But he was already down the hall. He locked himself in the bathroom to gain a little peace for himself.