Chapter 2
"Yeah, Dad's gone loony," Randi was explaining to Bob.
"He thinks he's still in high school. He's going nuts with this health kick.
"Every day before work he jogs for like a half hour just huffs and puffs and nearly busts a gut running a few blocks.
"And then he comes home and has a milk shake with wheat germ and tiger's milk and all this shit that would make a goat throw up!
"And he's spending all this money getting haircuts now. He gets twenty dollar razor cuts.
"He's buying all new clothes. It's just bananas!"
"Well, gosh, Randi, I don't think that sounds so bad. I mean it looks like the old man is taking an interest in life, and that can't be bad," Bob commented.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he just was taking an interest in his own life, but now he's taking such an interest in mine, too!"
"What's that mean?"
"Like, he was always pretty Cool about curfews and stuff, and he always said that he trusted my judgment.
"He always would leave decisions up to me, like how late I stayed out and what I wore.
"But like last night he comes home and I'm just wearing this T-shirt and jeans, and he says that I should start wearing a bra and that my pants were too tight.
"And he really got mad."
"That's easy to understand, baby," Bob said, "My dad was just like that when my sister got to be your age.
"All of a sudden he probably realized that you aren't just a kid any more, that you're turning into a young lady.
"And now he's starting to remember when he was young and the way that he would see a girl as pretty as you and he would try every trick in the book to get in her pants.
"And he knows what a looker you are "
"Oh, gee, Bob..."
"No, I mean it! You're the best lookin' chick in the whole school, and your Dad is realizin' that there probably isn't one guy at Webster High that isn't dying to make it with you.
"So of course he's worried."
"Oh, maybe that's right, but I think it's gonna be real tough tryin' to get through the next few years if that's what it's all about."
"Yeah, it'll be tough."
"Especially since I like you and I want to spend the few years with you, at least the next few years... And my parents hate your guts."
"That's a fine thing! Why don't they like me. They should like me. I'm intelligent, I'm kind... gosh, I think I'm just about the model boyfriend."
"I think you are too. But you dress funny and your hair is too long and they think you're a hood."
"Why do they think that I'm a hood?"
"Because of the way you screech up to the house in this old beater of yours, and when we peel away from the house, I think my parents must just shudder.
"They think that if I hang around with you much longer, their little girl is going to be a teen angel..."
"Gosh... Maybe if I just tried to drive a little slower?"
"I don't think that's all of it, Bob. I mean, you don't seem to take them seriously. When you come in to wait for me, you joke around with Dad and he doesn't think that you have any respect for him."
"I always joke around with everybody. It doesn't mean that I don't respect them."
"I know that, but they don't. If you could just... well, be very polite and nod a lot when Dad talks, you know, like everything he says is real wise and you know it's true. Y'know?"
Bob nodded, "Yeah, that's real wise and I know it's true," he said.
Randi gave him a friendly slap on the cheek and giggled.
"There you go again with the jokes! See, you just can't be serious."
"Oh, baby, the hell I can't!"
And with that he leaned over and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," Randi responded, and she put her hand against his cheek so that he wouldn't take his mouth away from hers.
And he reached down and began to unbutton her blouse...
"Bobby! Gee, don't do that here!"
"What else is there to do? You want to watch the movie?"
They were at the Highway 80 Drive-in Theater, and on the wide screen before them, a giant angle worm was taking over Detroit.
"Oh, no, I don't want to watch the movie. I just don't think that anyone else is watching that movie either. I think half of them are necking and the other half are watching all the people who are necking."
"Well, what do you want to be, a watcher or a doer?"
Bob unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and he slipped his hand inside and cupped one of her small, round tits in his hand.
She wasn't wearing a bra and she had to gasp at the feel of his hand tenderly caressing the firm little mound.
She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the nipple strain and grow hard and hot against his palm.
"Oh, Bobby, dooooonnnnn't..." she moaned.
And then she clutched her hands over his hands as if to stop him from massaging her tit mound, but the effect of her hands was to trap his hand inside of her blouse, so that all he could do was keep his hand on the panting boob and squeeze it lovingly...
"But Bobby! Look around. You know all the horny guys from Webster that come here. They pile like five in a car and they head down here just to watch everybody making out. That's how they get their hots. They're probably watching us right now!
"No one can see us."
"The hell they can't Bobby! Oh, please stop petting my breast... please Bobby."
"Alright," said Bobby, and he moved his hand away from her tit with its contracting, erect and aching hard nipple...
She let out a moan of loss as she felt the contact of his hand removed from the burning, yielding flesh of her teenage tit, but then she gave a warm cry of desire as Bobby simply moved the same hand to her other breast and began to stroke it and knead it until she took her hands and pressed them over his caressing fingers...
"Oh Bobby, baby... I'm such a hypocrite! That feels so good and I never want you to stop... But really, I don't think we should do this in public."
"This isn't public! We are in our own private automobile! Look around! There's no one watching!"
Randi lifted her head and surveyed the area around them.
There didn't seem to be anybody watching, They were all necking.
"See, baby? We're almost alone! There's no one who cares what we do. They're all into their own things..."
Randi then turned completely around and looked behind them. "Oh shit," she said.
Bobby followed her gaze, turning to look at the car directly in back of his. "Oh shit," he said.
It was Peter Thompson, Johnny Franks, Marty Welsh and Dickie Hurtz.
The goons from Webster High.
"Oh, great. They probably have binoculars trained on us!" said Randi.
"Those turkeys! I hate those baboons!" cried Bobby, and before Randi could stop him, he had gotten out of the car and walked back to the goons' car.
"Hi, guys," said Bobby, "You having fun?"
"Yeah," said Johnny Franks, and all the faces in the car were wearing loutish leers. "We're havin' just a swell time. But shit, man, looks like you're having even a sweller time... Or should I say more swollen?" He laughed and pointed out the window at Bobby's crotch.
Bobby had grown a rather massive hard-on from petting Randi's pretty little tits, and it was bulging through his pants very noticeably.
"Fuck off, Frank. At least I got this hard-on from a real live girl," Bob responded. "What are you guys doing in there, anyway? Getting all hot and whacking each other off?"
"Hey! Listen man, none of those fag jokes!" cried Peter Thompson. "That's one kind a shit we don't take and that's no fag jokes!"
Thompson was making a fist and shaking it at Bob threateningly.
"Why don't all you jerk-offs get girlfriends, or aren't there any that will have you?"
"Listen man, you want this fist up your ass?" shouted Thompson.
"Naw, I don't go for that stuff like you do Thompson. I don't want nothing up MY ass. Why don't you feed that fist up one of your friend's asses. I'm sure any one of these guys would get a real big bang out of it"
Peter and Johnny jumped out of the car and slammed the doors. Bob stood where he was, unflinching.
"That does it, punk," Peter said in a low and very rough voice.
Suddenly there was a flashlight on them, and they turned to see a policeman walking toward them from the concession stand.
Saturday night was a wild one at the drive-in and the police kept a watchful eye on the young crowd to see that things didn't get too far out of hand.
"Okay, kids, what's the story?" asked the officer.
"These jokers were giving me and my girl a hard time," said Bob, knowing that it looked good for him that there were four guys in the car and only one of him.
Randi jumped out of the car and ran to Bob.
"Officer, these guys were just giving us all sorts of trouble, and gee, I wish you could get them to leave."
As she said this, Randi looked up at the cop with her innocent young eyes and batted them a few times for effect.
"You guys are really nothing but trouble..." said the cop, eyeing the four goons. "I'm always seeing you four causing trouble and it's beginning to give me a headache..."
The officer swung his billy club around like a baton.
"And when I get to thinking how many headaches you guys have given me, I think, 'Hell, why should I have all these headaches and these kids get off with no headaches at all?' "
The officer brought down the billy club down across his palm with a sharp slap that made the group wince.
"Next time you fellas give me a headache, I'm gonna make damn sure I'm not the only one whose head hurts!! "
And he brought the club down against his hand again, and then he pointed with it to the goons' car.
"Now you guys get outta here, and don't cause any more trouble!"
The goons pulled their '65 Chevy out of the drive-in and the policeman turned to Randi and Bob and winked.
"Thanks for giving me the chance to have a few words with those fellas. And now, you two go have a good time, but don't get yourselves in any trouble, alright?"
The thanked the officer and soon they were back in the car, and Bob was unbuttoning her blouse again.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby, kiss me!" Randi cried, and Bobby pressed his lips against hers, and he felt her warm, young and trembling lips part eagerly to accept the deep and hotly probing French kiss.
And he found one of her tits again and he rubbed his hand round and round it until Randi began breathing more quickly.
And she slid her hand down to his knee and then slowly ran it up his thigh until it was at the crotch of his pants.
And Bob caught his breath as the young girl cupped her fingers around his balls and his cock and clutched them gently but ardently and moved her palm in a sensuous circular motion to make his cock throb and grow long and hard...
"Randi, oh Randi," he panted, and he responded to her hot cock caress by dropping his hand to her knee.
She had worn a dress, because in the back of her mind well, actually more toward the front than the back she had hoped that Bob would be aggressive and try to make her at the drive-in...
And she wanted his wonderful warm and knowing hand to have easy access to the pounding wet mound of her lovely little pussy...
And as she felt his hand land lovingly on her knee, she parted her legs so that Bob would have no problem trailing up her thighs to her already moistened pink gash...
Bob let out a little laugh.
"What?" said Randi sounding a little hurt. "Are you laughing at me?"
"No, no, baby, I was laughing because you make me happy!"
Actually, he had laughed because she had spread her legs so instantly after he touched her knee; he loved the uninhibited way that she responded to his touch.
He didn't explain this to her because she was younger than he was by two years and she was always afraid that he was laughing at her lack of experience and her naiveté.
But he truly loved her and admired her and he didn't want to risk her getting a little upset if he explained his laughter to her; it might sound as if he was making fun of her.
So as she opened her mouth to follow up her question, he covered it quickly with a kiss and moved his hand with a smooth sliding motion over her pliant and warm thigh flesh...
His hand moving up the inside of her thigh made it impossible for her to think of anything else but how good it would feel to have his fingers playing with her pussy...
He took his time moving between her leg toward her dripping fuck slit, and she was going a little crazy, squirming on the seat and pumping her pussy up toward his hand with furtive movements as she whimpered with her desire to have his fingers sliding up and down her cunt lips and in and out of her flowing little fuck hole.
He still had his mouth pressed to hers and she was responding with kisses that were now combing with passionate little bites as she tried everything she could to hurry him on to more direct love play...
Her hand began a distinct fuck rhythm as it pushed against his fully erect and pounding hard prick.
His blood was hot and as it pulsed through the thick vein of his straining prick. His blood was burning. It was like a steam surging through his long cock.
He groaned as she moved her loving little hand firmly up and over his prick, making him squirm now, longing to have the feel of her fingers against his naked flesh-rod...
And his hand was hovering at the mouth of her pussy and he felt it's heat and its wetness and he was amazed.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
He pulled his ardently kissing lips away from hers and looked down at her crotch.
His hand had pushed back the hem of her dress all the way over her thighs and as he looked down he caught a glimpse of her cunt bush flirting with the hem line...
"Randi!" he cried.
He looked to her and she was blushing.
"I... I didn't have any clean panties..." she muttered. "Oh, Bobby... I told myself that I just didn't feel like wearing dirty panties... but I think... I think I was just praying all along that you'd find me so beautiful tonight that you'd want to make me right here at the drive-in.
"So... so... I didn't wear panties.
"I wanted you to be able to feel my pussy and finger it...
She looked so sheepish that Bob couldn't help laughing.
"Stop laughing at me!! ! I know that I'm just real amusing, but shut up, damn it!! ! ! "
She looked away from him quickly and pulled her dress down.
She reached for the handle of the door and began to open it.
Quickly, Bob pressed his hand hard against her pussy through the material of her dress.
She was so hot and ready that he could feel it wet and throbbing even through her dress.
She froze at the door.
She took her hand from the handle.
She turned to Bob and whispered, "Oh Bob, that feels so good, oh..."
She collapsed against his shoulder and pumped her pussy mound up against his hand to show him that she still wanted him to take her...
"Bobby, Bobby, make love me... Oh, I hate the way that you laugh at me and I hate the way you can make me forget that I hate you when you touch me there..."
She squeezed her thighs gently together to trap his hand tightly against her box.
"Make love to me, only please don't laugh, okay?" she said, looking up at him with a misty appeal in her eyes, and then she reached down between his thighs and put her hand against his still hard shaft...
"Oh, I love that cock!" she cried, and she rubbed it up and down with urgent little strokes that soon had him panting.
He could feel the dew of his desire welling up from his pounding and bulging prick...
"Are you wet yet?" she asked him a husky whisper, her sixteen year old voice husky with passion...
"Is your cock creaming yet?" she asked, "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. "Tell me that it's creaming with that slippery stuff, I love to make that long lovely prick cream... I know I have you excited then. Are you excited?"
She looked at him with a smile that told him that she knew damn well that he was losing his mind with the electric, lusty thrill that she was sending all the way from his balls through his thick and throbbing shaft to the oozing red-hot knob of his cock head.
"Lover, lover, I want to fuck you!! ! ! " he cried, and he thrust his hand under her dress and without any prelude at all he thrust two of his fingers all the way up her hole.
"Ohhhhhh!! ! ! ! " she cried, and she jammed her hips down hard on his fingers so that the quivering rim of her tender young fuck hole was kissing the rest of his hand...
"Gee, Bobby! I didn't know how ready I was! Feel how wet I am inside? Feel how hot and wet and ready I am?"
Bobby pulled his fingers all the way out of the tight clutch of her young cunt and lunged them back in hard.
She cried out with the suddenness of the movement, but it was not a cry of pain; the sharp stab of sensual pleasure that stabbed up into her flowing lush fuck slit made her want to scream out with joy.
"Bobby! Bobby! Finger my slit, oh finger my slit!! ! ! "
Bobby was only too happy to comply and he fucked his dripping fingers all the way into her as she wriggled her ass and humped her hips down against him so that she would be fully impaled on his probing fingers...
He felt how drippingly turned on she was, and it excited him so that he pulled her blouse all the way open and opened his mouth wide and plunged it down against one of her firm, high little teenage titties...
"Oh God," Randi cried, and he felt her hand clench urgently at his prick as he licked and sucked the marvelously smooth and warm flesh of her breast.
Her heart was pounding and it made the ripe and straining boob beat inside of his mouth as he sucked it deep inside, pressing his tongue against the nipple and feeling the tit-bud bite hotly into the velvet surface of his slithering tongue muscle...
"I want to feel your cock, Bobby! I want to slip my fingers around it and jack you off, baby... But I don't know if I should take it out... What if someone walks by?"
Bobby was so absorbing in sucking her succulent white tit mound that he didn't respond to her words.
"I mean, here we are and I have my breasts showing and my dress up to my waist and gee, Bobby, if that cop came back, we could be arrested for indecent exposure."
Bobby looked up at her.
"There's nothing indecent about what's being exposed here!" he said.
He looked down at the girls lovely little breasts.
They were small globes that seemed to be one-third nipple... they nestled just perfectly in the palm of his hand.
"Your tits are anything but indecent!" he exclaimed, and he palmed one of them and sucked at the other and she leaned her head back against the car seat and groaned...
"Ohhhhhh, Bobby, stop! I'm trying to talk..."
He pulled reluctantly away from her tits. "Okay. Talk. You were talking about indecency, right? And I said there was nothing indecent about your tits...
"And look between those wonderful thighs... those creamy white thighs..."
Her thighs weren't really very full and she was a bit self-conscious about them.
She admired girls who had thighs that rubbed together when they walked...
She dreamed that someday she would have thighs that wore her jeans down because of the hot friction they generated, chafing each other sexily as she sashayed down the hall of Webster High.
But her thighs didn't rub together when she walked; they were slender, young girl's thighs. She hoped that with the next couple years they would fill out.
But as Bobby affectionately caressed the inside of her thighs, telling her how smooth and soft and sexy they were, she wouldn't have traded her thighs in for anyone's not even Lisa Drickson's.
Lisa's thighs were so fantastic that there was a whole parade of boys that would follow her down the hall when she went between classes.
Bobby's hand touching her thighs made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the teen universe...
"Bobby... oh, touch my cunt again, please..."
Her thighs were streaming with the juice of her joy-box and Bobby's hand was thoroughly coated with the slippery love liquid.
He ran his fingertips inside the tender pink furrow of her outer pussy lips, and she writhed against his hand, wanting him to plunge his fingers up into her hole again.
"Bobby... how can we fuck here? Tell me how we can do it, because I want to so bad!! "
She didn't think about what she was doing now.
She used both her hands to undo his fly and she pulled it down, groping frantically to find his cock...
She didn't have much trouble locating it because it was fully swelled with the pounding hot blood of his aching desire.
She pulled it through the opening of his briefs and out of his pants, so that the shaft was standing upright and she could wrap her fingers around it and jerk him off and feel the slippery, silvery ooze of his pre-come leaking down the sides of his hard and pulsating prick...
"Oh, baby, touch my cock... oh, feel it cream..." Bobby murmured as Randi held the large rod in her hand and pulled the taut and sensitive skin up and down over the throbbing, blood engorged core.
They were feeling so wonderful that they actually thought they were in heaven.
The slippery ooze of his come stuff dripped over her fingers and she gave out an appreciative sigh as she reveled in the way his cock slid so easily through her firmly fucking fingers...
His cock was so big and her hand was so delicate and small that her fingers couldn't full encircle his cock.
"Bobby, I'm sorry I can't reach around your cock..."
"Baby, don't worry... God, it just feels so good to have your hand jerking around my prick..."
And as her hand pounded down and down -on his shaft, sliding all the way up to the dripping head of his cock and all the way down to his balls, he thought that her little hand excited him more just because it couldn't hold all of his thick prick.
It made his cock feel huge!
And as she tugged at the sensitive smooth and burning flesh of his cock stalk and his pre-jism welled over his prick head and spilled in a milky warm gush over his long and throbbing organ, he could swear that his prick was bigger than it had ever been.
God, how she excited him!
He wanted to feel her pussy pushing down on his cock.
He loved the way that she fucked!
When they had the rare opportunity to be alone, they would take advantage of it by fucking and sucking each other until they hurt with it.
She would pump her tight sucking wet pink pussy slit down on his cock and she wouldn't stop until she felt him spurting and spurting and spurting every bit of his fucking foam...
Even when she came before he did, she wouldn't rest until she knew that she had given him complete satisfaction...
And now his mind was trying desperately to think of a way that they could fuck without appearing to obvious.
He became aware of how exposed they were: Randi's blouse was wide open and her pussy was thrusting down on his hand and anybody sitting around them would be able to tell by her bouncing motion what was going on.
And if anyone walked by and looked in the window, they would see his streaming fuck-stick gushing hotly into her slender, sliding fingers...
"Randi, I don't know how the hell we can fuck with all these people here," he sad, "And you better quit bouncing like that or folks will start to get wise."
She slowed her humping down on his fingers and began a slow but demanding gyration, screwing the mouth of her snug fuck-box round and round over his pussy-probing fingers...
"Baby, baby, I need cock!" she whispered hotly. "Don't tell me I can't have cock!"
"We'll go somewhere else. We'll drive to the top of Piper's Hill."
"No! Now!"
"Baby! We can't "
He didn't have time to say anything else, because Randi's eyes lit on his cock and it looked so hard and hot and so suckable as it strained and quivered against the circle of her fucking fingers that she had to have the feel of the burning, rigid meat in her mouth.
She dived down to his lap and before he could stop her, her lips had opened wide and they slipped over the massive knob of his creaming cock head...
"Jeeeeeeeeeesus shit!" he moaned as she slipped her full and warm and wet and wonderfully knowing lips down and down over the frothing head of his fully aroused and trembling fuck-rod.
"I can't stand that baby! It makes my cock so hot! I can't take it!"
Though he begged and he even pulled at her hair to get her to stop, she kept sucking his shaft into her mouth.
And as he squirmed under her and she knew how excited she was making him, she took more and more of his hot and throbbing meat into her ardently sucking mouth.
She went crazy when she felt the hardness and the burning pulse of his prick pole lunging deep into her mouth, and she pushed her face down on it until his cock was pushing against' the back of her throat.
"Baby! Stop!" Bobby looked out the window and saw a family coming from the concession stand.
It was a father and a mother with three little kids and they all were holding cotton candy.
There were going to pass right by the car.. :
"Randi, there are people coming!"
Randi pulled all the way up his shaft and let the hot and dripping prick head pop from between her tight and loving lips.
"Just say I have a headache and that's why my head is in your lap." As she said this, she kept her tightly clutching hand at working fucking the foaming pole of his trembling and aching organ...
And then she plunged right back down, taking all of his cock into her mouth and covering his open fly and her cock filled lips with her hand.
She lay very still and it looked for all the world like she was just sleeping peacefully in his lap.
But even as she lay still, looking like a sweet sleeping child,, her tongue was going wild, lapping and licking and squirming under his cock, making the sensitive and pulsing underside of the shaft smolder with the wet velvet het of her talented tongue muscle...
And the family passed by the car, and of course the kids looked in the window.
The car windows were rolled up, but Bob could clearly hear one of the kids turn to his mother and say, "Mommy, look! That girl fell asleep! You were afraid we would fall asleep 'cause it's past our bedtime but we aren't! That girl's asleep and she's even older than us!"
The little brat was pointing into the car and he was holding up the rest of the family as they walked by the car.
The father nodded to Bob apologetically and hurried the kid along, saying, "Well, that girl is showing better sense then all of us. We should be at home asleep! Instead we're watching a giant angle worm eating Ford Pintos!"
And when the family was gone, Randi began her slow sensuous sliding up and down his prick once more.
And her tongue had kept so wonderfully busy even while the family had been clustered outside the window that his cock hadn't lost any of its heat or its hardness, even though he had been scared shitless...
And as she sucked his cock and squeezed at his balls to urge the come from his sack and up his throbbing fuck-shaft, Bob slid his hand up under her dress to hand fuck her teeming twat...
She moaned with her mouth full of cock and the moan sent a vibrating thrill all through the length of his cock and made him bite his lip.
"Randi, don't suck any longer unless you want your mouth full of come!"
"Mmmmm mmm mmm!! ! ! " she moaned in response and she began to blow him with faster, longer and more emphatic strokes.
And he realized how thirsty she was for the creamy spurt of his spunk into her mouth...
So he relaxed and let himself feel the full sensation of her tongue as it wriggled under his rod and worked frantically to heat his pulsating prick to the point where his come would burn and boil and at last shoot up out of his slit...
And she plunged on his come-ready cock again and again and she coaxed the come from his balls into his shaft, hoping that she would feel the thick cream of his jizz jetting out from his fiery little prick slit at any moment.
And then his fingers found her clit and he realized from the way she squealed even as her mouth was stuffed with come-filled cock flesh --. that that was the way to make her come this time.
Sometimes she liked that cock-like feel of his fingers slicing up high inside her suck-slit, but at other times she liked to have him rub her red-hot and erect clit-button until she came...
And from the moment his fingertips delved deep in the lush outer lips of her cunt and found themselves in contact with her straining, hard little clitty, he knew that she would come soon if he just stoked that little pounding red rod as if it were a tiny cock...
So with his wet and slippery fingers he began rubbing her clitoris and she became even more wonderfully wild as she sucked down around his cock.
"Suck cock, Randi! Suck me and make me come!" he cried.
She pushed a hand inside her briefs so that she could fondle the flesh of his balls as she sucked him off.
And she grasped the base of his shaft and jacked him off up and down with short quick strokes even as she sucked fervently round his aching and come-loaded fuck pole...
She wanted to jerk every last bit of his creaming jizz off into her mouth!
And she was worming her slit against his hand as he tenderly beat off her tiny fuck rod...
And she let out a long drawn out humming sigh of release and he knew that she was beginning to come.
And the feel of her humming, trembling mouth and lips surrounding his cock in the moist, hot cunt-like cavern finally sent him shooting over the edge and he leaned back against the seat and clenched his eyes shut, concentrating to feel the first jerk of his jetting jizz zapping from his searing prick slit into the hungrily sucking hole of her marvelous mouth,. .
And he slipped two of his fingers up inside her flowing wet hot fuck slit as she came, pressing his thumb against her clit and twirling it gently but rapidly as his fingers screwed up into the sucking, red slash of her lovely young slit...
"Babyyyyyyyy!" he yelped and he felt the first bullet of his burning spunk spew out the top of his prick and slap against the back of her throat.
And she rammed her fuck-slot down hard on his fingers as she felt him begin to shoot, and she, sucked with the rapid spasms of her coming cunt, drawing off each charge of his jerking jism as it shot up his shaft and spilled out into her lapping and gulping mouth.
She made hungry sounds that showed she loved it as he arched his hips up to lunge the full length of his jizzing prick up into her thirsty sucking oral oven...
And she was gulping fiercely to get all of his come down her throat, and it was as if her throat were parched and had been waiting for a long, long time for the milky, soothing frothing of his spurting come...
And she grasped and squeezed coaxingly at his ball sack, emulating the squeezing rhythm of her cunt around his cock...
He pumped his prick juice into her until he had no more... and her orgasm ebbed and he felt her cunt becoming calm... it sucked gently, almost sleepily at his fingers...
"Whew..." said Randi.
"Whew," Bob agreed.
On the screen, the giant angle worm was writhing in agony as it burned atop a flaming vat filled with gasoline...