Chapter 6
Maury was getting worried about Randi.
"Honey," he called down to Kay, still ironing in the basement, "I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back in a few minutes."
He didn't want to have to tell Kay what had happened.
He didn't know if he could explain it anyway.
He walked out of the house and looked both ways up and down the street, trying to decide which way Randi was most likely to have run.
He decided to go up toward Groveland Terrace, and as he walked he tried to think of what he would say to Randi.
He hoped that she hadn't been too traumatized by the experience with Janie.
He walked in the almost complete darkness of Driver Street; it was an almost rustic part of the city where all the more well-to-do residents had their homes.
For some reason, they had decided that it was chic not to have street lights.
He was walking down the street and craning his neck to see if Randi had decided to sit on one of the lawns to think things over.
He didn't know where she would have gone, but he assumed that when she wanted to be alone that she would pick a place that was dark and quiet.
So he walked down Driver Street towards the park.
"Randi?" he called, "Randi?"
"Lookin' for your cat?" said a voice out of the dark.
Maury turned, and saw an older man standing on a cheerily lit porch.
"No, I'm looking for my daughter," Maury answered.
"Oh!" responded the man. "Probably the only thing harder to keep track of than a daughter is a cat!"
The man shook his head and he chuckled. Maury was in no mood for jokes and he turned to keep walking.
"Wait a second there, fella, hold your horses! I did see a young girl running down the street a while back. She looked kinda upset. Could that be your daughter?"
Maury nodded. "Yes. Please, tell me, where did she go?"
The man pointed down Wetson Lane and said, "She tore off that way, and she turned in toward that house three down from the corner."
The man made sure that Maury could see the house that he was indicating, and then he said, " I couldn't see if she actually went in, but she turned in toward it alright. The trees kept me from seeing if she went in."
Maury called his thanks to the man and went toward the house.
He thanked God for the old busy body as he approached the house.
He wondered if he should knock.
There was something familiar about the house.
He thought that someone he knew lived there, but he wasn't sure.
He was glad at least that it wasn't Bobby's house; Bobby lived much farther away.
He was standing in the street before the house uncertain as to what he should do next when the door flew open and there was shouting and the next thing he knew, a young girl came dashing out.
She was crying and her head was in her hands and she was running blindly as she sobbed.
She bumped right into Maury as she ran, and she looked up in shock. Maury looked down in shock. It was Janie.
"Janie! What are you doing here?" Maury asked.
"What am I doing here? I live here!" She looked back toward the house. "At least I did live here. As of tonight, I think that I'm leaving home."
She wiped her eyes to get the tears out of them and looked at Maury with the brave look that he remembered from the bedroom.
"So," she said, trying to sound very business like, "Just what are you doing here?"
"I was looking for Randi..." Maury began, and then he understood what had happened.
The old man had indeed seen an upset young girl running down the street, but it had been Janie and not Randi.
"Well, she's not here Mr. Fritz. I think this would be the last place she'd be."
Maury explained what had led him to her house and then she said that if he really wanted to know where Randi was, she could probably tell him.
"Well?" he said. . Janie paused.
"Listen, why don't I just take you there? I could use a walk," she said. Maury noticed that there were still tears streaming -down her face, though she kept wiping them away.
"Fine," said Maury.
Janie knew that Randi would most likely be at Bobby's.
She didn't want to tell Maury that, because he. knew that as a father his immediate reaction would be anger that his daughter had defied him.
She thought that if Maury could see Bobby in his home setting, and see that Bobby was as much a model son as Randi was a model daughter, he would change his opinion of the boy.
She knew that she was taking a risk that there would be an angry confrontation between Maury and Bobby and Randi, but Maury had said that he didn't want Randi seeing Bobby any more anyway, so there was really nothing to lose.
And there was a chance that Maury, once he had seen Bobby and met the boy's parents, would see that the boy had dignity and intelligence and that he wasn't as wild as he appeared.
So Janie and Maury walked along together, and Janie guided him along through the streets until they came to the dark, silent area of the park.
The trees were barely visible in this park of the park; only the wind through their leaves made their presence known. There were no lights along the paths.
"What are we doing here?" asked Maury.
"Short cut," said Janie. "Why? Are you afraid of the dark?" she asked impishly.
"Of course not!" responded Maury, instantly on the defensive.
Janie giggled. "Well, I am."
She slipped her hand into Maury's.
"Please hold my hand."
Maury gave a gulp as he felt the gentle squeeze of her small hand in his.
She laced her fingers through his and they moved into the park.
It was dark and so quiet that Maury could hear his heart pounding.
In the dark, he felt just as he had when walking through dark secluded areas when he was a kid.
He felt as if he was on an adventure, and he felt somewhat scared. He felt exhilarated.
He felt as young as Janie.
She squeezed his hand.
"Isn't this exciting?" she whispered.
He turned and he could barely make out her face in the nearly total darkness. He was so totally aware of her presence; she was young and wild and perfectly suited to the windy, merrily wicked and exciting mood that the darkened forest aroused in him.
He kept telling himself that he was an older man with a very, very young girl but the thought kept getting lost. He felt only the girl's wonderful wildness and in the dark with no referents, no way of looking at his body and then at hers to demonstrate to himself how far apart they were he could only feel himself holding tighter and tighter to her hand.
He knew that he had better do something or he would find himself trying to kiss her.
"Why were you crying when you came out of your house?" Maury asked, aware that for some reason, he was whispering.
It was as if everything that happened in that forest was a secret between them...
"I was... I..." Her voice broke and Maury became aware that Janie was on the verge of crying again.
"Well... I got home and Dad had been drinking and he told me that I was no good for anything and that I was stupid and that I would never amount to anything.
"He said I was the kind if girl that always ended up getting knocked before she finished high school and then she either got married or became some dumb file clerk or something.
"That's all he thinks of me! He doesn't have any respect for me!
"And then he started taking swings and at me, saying that if I got knocked up that he'd kill me.
"And I got so mad that I said, 'I'm not ever going to get knocked up because I'm on the pill!'
"And that shocked him out of his shoes and he got even madder and if I hadn't run out of the house he might have knocked my head off."
Janie stopped suddenly on the path so that Maury had to jerk to a halt with her.
She was really crying now, and she threw her arms around Maury.
"I wish he believed that I was somebody worth believing in, like you do!"
Suddenly she was pulling his face down to hers and she planted a kiss on his lips.
He almost lost himself in it, but he pulled away quickly.
"No!" he cried, "If you want me to be a father image, Jesus! The last thing you should do is try to seduce me!"
"Bullshit," the girl said, her young voice husky and sounding decades older than her sixteen years.
"I have a father. He drinks too much and sometimes I think I hate him, but he's my father and he'll do fine. He's all the father image I need.
"I can tell you like me. And you respect me. And I... feel like..."
She didn't finish the sentence. , She pulled his head down to hers and she lifted up on her toes and fastened her mouth to his.
Her lips were warm and moist and as soon as she pressed them to his, she darted her little hot tongue deep into his mouth.
She wrapped her slender arms around him tight so that she could press her ripe heaving breasts into his chest.
And he felt the points of them quickly harden as her excitement and fiery desire surge through her young and voluptuous body.
She wanted to make love to him.
He didn't know why.
He knew that he shouldn't.
But he couldn't see her, could only feel her. There was the wind, the darkness, the excitement, and there were her young breasts, thrusting against him with each eager breath she took.
She wanted to have him, and he was to overpowered by the sudden opportunity that was being thrust into his lap...
And what was being thrust against his rising cock was enough to make him abandon rationality all together.
Janie was pumping her pounding, plush, teenage twat mound against him, and she was moaning very lowly... her moans mixed with the rush of the wind all around them, a call to abandonment... to unleashed desires...
She pulled her mouth from his.
"Love me, please. I want you..." she said, and' her voice seemed demanding and yet at the same time, he was aware that she was very shy about asking him to take her...
She gently slid her hands down his back and clasped his ass.
She rhythmically rocked her pussy mound back and forth against him, trying to make his cock stretch to full erection.
The young girl knew what she was doing and soon his rod was full-length and straining with hard heat against her sensuously swirling fuck mound...
She unbuttoned the front of her shirt and took one of her hands from his ass and guided his hand inside her shift to one of the large and swelling surfaces of her breasts.
"Touch me, please... rub my tits..."
And she squeezed her hand over his hand to show him that she longed to have her boob squeezed until the nipple became hard and hot against his hand...
The horny little nipple was already standing out, but he was amazed that as his hand squeezed at the ripe melon of her breast that the nipple became even harder and it smoldered with incredible heat in his palm.
He couldn't stand the sexual desire that was building up inside of him. It so flooded his senses that his mind whirled, and the only thing that he knew was that he had to have her...
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh!" she was groaning as he worked over her wonderful ripe tit flesh, and she pulled the hand that pressed his away so that she could use it to unbutton his shirt.
And when he felt her hand slipping inside of his shirt and rubbing so lightly and tenderly over his chest, the warmth of it soothed away all the worries that he had about taking the wonderful young girl.
He bent his head and kissed her and she kissed him back with unrestrained ardor to show him how thankful she was that he was giving over to her need for him.
And he wanted to feel the nakedness of her body and it he wanted to feel it now...
He finished unbuttoning her shirt and he pressed both his hands against her hot and heaving round boobs.
"Ohhhh, you're hands feel so good on them! Stroke them, touch them... if you want to... kiss them..."
The suggestion that he kiss them sent a hard throb through his cock and the girl felt his prick jump against her humping fuck mound.
She reached around the front of his pants and moved her palm in a circular sweep across the pounding, aching bulge of his aroused organ.
"Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm!" she moaned as she felt the hard strength and length of his cock.
And she stroked the engorged rod until he was gasping for breath.
He felt the soft and plush flesh of her young bosom and the sharp, searing feel of her tit bulbs in his hands, and he wanted more than anything to feel that succulent teenage tit flesh in his mouth.
So he bent down and sucked one of the smoldering, jutting nipples into his mouth and she let out a stifled cry of lust at the fantastic feeling of his hot and wet lips circling and sliding over her smoldering tit tip.
"Oh, suck them, suck both my tits! See how excited I am? Feel how my titty tips are burning?"
He slipped his lips from her breast tip and moved to the other equally inviting globe and sucked it into his mouth.
He was amazed that he was sucking so hard and yet there remained so much of the fantastically soft and supple tit flesh... her young boobs were as full and proud as those of an older woman.
And yet they had the firmness of youth.
He sucked and licked and lapped at both of the marvelous bobbing breasts, eating wetly at the delicious young flesh.
He knew he could never get enough of the delectable tits...
But then her hand at his cock started doing things that made him think of other things than tit-sucking.
She was opening and closing her hand around his cock, and alternately sliding her palm up and down firmly against it; she knew what she was doing.
She may have been young but she had an instinctive feeling for what to do with a cock; her natural sensuality was something that few women ever attain, no matter what their age.
And then she pulled down his fly and let his cock out so that she could fuck him with her slender fingers...
She wrapped her hand around the immense and throbbing shaft.
She let out a sigh of appreciation was she felt its size and its mighty hardness.
And she began to caress the cock with a fuck-like rhythm that told him how much she wanted his thick prick pushing apart the wet hot folds of her pink and pulsing fuck slit.
She pushed down on the cock flesh and pulled up again, teasing the sensitive skin the stretched taut over the throbbing core by making it stretch even more tightly.
She tugged at his prick as if she wanted to make it even longer than it was.
By the way she touched him, he knew that she loved the feel of his cock, and he was not even surprised when she whispered, "Fuck me. Please. Spread my legs and lie down on me and put your cock in my pussy. You can shove it in. You can ram it hard. I can take it. I want it..." -
He wanted to lay her down and take her right there.
But the park path was narrow and there were trees all around them.
She sensed his hesitation and she said, "I know where there's a good place. A place where there's plenty of room to lie down and fuck..."
And she turned around and he held out his hand so that he could take it and guide him to the place.
But she didn't take his hand.
She merely left her hand around his protruding prick pole and led him by that.
And as she pulled him gently by the cock, she moved her hand up and down the long and thick shaft, jerking him off lovingly with expert strokes that made his prick begin to juice.
When she felt the pre-come steaming down the shaft and covering her fingers, she let out a little sigh and stopped on the path.
"I'm glad that you find me exciting," she said, and Maury was pleased that there was not the merest hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"I'm going to make you come, okay? " she asked, "Then we can take a longer time making love."
Her hand began more quickly, more firmly and more insistently over his frothing prick pole.
"Mmmmmm, you have so much cream!" she cried, "It's already overflowing and making your cock so nice and slippery in my fingers... Do my fingers feel good? Do they?
"I hope they do because I love to feel that big thick prick of yours! I love it pounding and juicing all over my fingers!"
And she fucked his shaft with one hand and with the other she picked up his left hand and inserted into her pants.
Of course! How could he have been so selfish!
Her young cunt was aching to be finger fucked!
He wrestled his way into the tightness of her jeans and inside her thin, lacy panties.
He felt the rough wiry curls of her crotch hair, and then a little farther below there was a sudden heat that indicated that he was at her slit...
And she moaned and spread her legs wide so that he could work his hand into her pants...
But she didn't have time to wait for him to wriggle into her crotch, so she broke away from him and then leaned on him for a moment and pulled off her jeans and panties.
She still wore her socks and tracks shoes and she began to take them off, but then Maury said, "Don't. You might hurt your feet by stepping on something in the dark."
She showed her appreciation for his concern by reestablishing her grip on his cock.
She pounded up and down on the shaft and Maury was in a heaven of sexual heat as he felt her small hand jerking around his come-filled cock.
He wanted to stab into her tight teenage twat, to feel what such a young cunt would do to his aching, throbbing rod...
He put on hand on her amazingly ample hip and with the other he trailed up the inside of her thigh...
She stopped her fingers around his prick, concentrating on the imminent first contact of his fingers with her cunt...
"He brought his fingertips into teasing contact with the steamingly hot tissues of her pussy lips, and she let out an urgent little sigh that was so full of desire, it sent a quiver all up and down his bobbing cock. She wanted his prick up her twat, and she wanted it badly but since there were only his fingers playing so lightly around the rim of her red and ready fuck hole, she had to make do with those.
He was planning only to tease her twat, but she wasn't going to stand for that.
She humped her little compact ass down and suddenly Maury found his fingers were impaling the girl, plunged suddenly all the way up into the wet heat of her fuck tunnel.
He was amazed at the hunger of her cunt!
His fingers had slipped up inside her with such ease that she must have been more excited than he had imagined.
She was ready to be fucked.
She was more excited than she had imagined.
She had thought that she would jack him off and have him spurt in her hand first, or maybe, if she was feeling more impish, her mouth...
But now she could think only of the hunger of her cunt and of how much she wanted to be laid in the grass and fucked by this man, whose age and experience and kindness attracted her so strongly.
She began stroking his prick again with long and slow pushes and pulls along his dripping shaft.
She knew how to use his fuck juice to lubricate her hand-loving of his meat, and he was getting so hot that he wanted to lay her and lay her now.
He lunged his fingers up inside her twat and gasped at the, tightness and plushiness of her young and oh-so-juicy fuck slit.
She was fuck ready and they both knew it.
"Let's fuck now," Maury suggested, and the girl moaned a reply.
She wanted to fuck him, but his fingers felt so good in her fuck hole that she lingered there a moment, feeling his affectionate thrusts into her tender, pulsing wet twat...
And as they stood there, she snaked one hand down behind him and found the crack of his ass under his underwear.
And then she found the rim of his asshole as Maury let out a gasp.
She played around the edge of his hole, knowing that he was excited to see how sexually sophisticated she was.
She suddenly plunged her finger in, and Maury lunged forward through her fucking wet fingers, and she let out an appreciative laugh.
"I'm glad it makes you so hot," she said, fucking his ass again and again...
"Let's go now," she said, and she pulled her hand from his ass and led him by the cock as she had before to the place where they would fuck.
And in a few moments, Maury found himself in a clearing.
It was the clearing where he had seen Janie sprawled under Larry as she was rammed into by his long and hot cock...
And as Janie pulled down his pants, Maury had a sense of having come full circle.
This is where the whole tormented fantasy about possessing Janie had begun.
And it was here that he would take her...