Chapter 3
"Go, baby!"
"Do it! Fucking do it!"
Kristy threw out her tits, yanked her shoulders back as far as she could. Her bra cups swelled beautifully, and she jerked the sides of her blouse wide open, exposing her well-filled bra to the cheering crowd around her.
"Take it off!"
But Kristy slapped her blouse closed over her tits. The people booed her soundly.
She grinned at Wendy. Wendy grinned back. So, she thought, you want to play games, do you, Kristy? Well, I guess I can show you a thing or two.
Wendy gripped the underside of her tank top and slipped her fingers under the tautly stretched material. She started to pull it upward. The soft underslopes of her tits came into view.
"Yeah!" the crowd roared.
Kristy laughed. Her eyes glitered with joy and delight. She found she loved being the center of attention like this. She slowly opened the front of her blouse again, matching inch for inch the slow rise of Wendy's tank top.
Wendy lifted the material just high enough to show everybody the fullness of her big tits. Her knuckles pressed against her swollen nipples. She danced in a tight little circle, showing her flesh to everyone.
"Strip it off! Come on, woman! Strip!"
Kristy suddenly shrugged completely out of her blouse. The boys screamed. The girls giggled and shrieked. Kristy shoved the wad of her shirt high over her head, her other arm shooting far down behind her as she arched way back. With a shout, she threw the blouse into the air. A dozen hands reached upward, and the blouse vanished.
Wendy watched, her eyes glowing. She wasn't so sure she really wanted to go as far as taking her tank top off. She wasn't wearing a bra, after all, and Kristy was. Nothing was showing that didn't show in her bathing suit.
She decided to play along, and wait until Kristy made the first real move. She tucked the material up underneath itself, so that it wouldn't slip back down. With her breasts partly exposed, she dropped her hands to the waist of her skirt, jerking her hips.
Kristy pouted, pretending disappointment at Wendy's refusal to strip off her top and show them all her big tits. But she saw the teasing in her girl friend's pretty eyes, and with a snort, she slapped her hands to her own trim waist.
"Oh, for God's sake, strip!" someone in the crowd screamed.
Kristy licked her lips. Wendy wasn't making any move with her skirt. Kristy began humping her lower body forward and backward, slowly unbuckling the soft cloth belt, and slowly drawing it from the tight loops around her waist.
She felt a trickle of sweat roll down from her armpit, leaving a wet trail down her side to her bra strap. Another drop popped out on her throat, trickled down to the cleft between her tits. She was beginning to sweat harder.
She finally whipped the belt from around her waist in a quick motion, slashing it around behind her ass.
"Ouch!" some guy shouted from the front row of the crowd.
Kristy laughed with the rest, and began slashing the belt back and forth. It whistled through the air, lashed high over her head, then slashed downward in front of her.
Her skirt had dropped to the flare of her hips, caught there precariously.
Kristy tossed the belt high. It wiggled like a slender snake in the air, and vanished as a forest of arms and hands shot up to grab it.
Wendy stood on her spot and simply swayed, pumping her pussy slowly in and out as she watched Kristy.
The music pulsed in Kristy's brain, and it felt like her heart was beating in the same driving rhythm. The sweat began pouring out of her skin, her bra quickly became plastered to her tits. She fumbled for the button at her hipbone.
"Oh, God! She's gonna do it! She's really gonna fucking do it!"
Kristy was breathing hard. Her long blonde hair whipped wildly about her bare shoulders, slashing the air as hard as her belt had, whipping and stinging her own bare back and arms and chest.
"Give the lady some room!" the disc jockey shouted. From his booth upstairs, he couldn't see the show with the crowd moving in so close. Damn them all.
"Give her some motherfucking, goddamn room, I said!" he roared, and the loudspeakers squealed loudly.
Kristy barely heard the spine-chilling screech of the speakers. She hooked her thumbs in the loosened waist of her skirt, still twisting and humping her hips in time to the blaring beat of the music. She jerked her hips in and out, fucking her own skirt. She began shifting, moving one hip slowly to the side as she shoved down on her skirt, then shifting her other hip outward and upward as she pressed the material further down.
A collective gasp arose from the crowd when the waist of her panties came into view. The tight waistband was soaked. Her skirt fell lower, exposing the taut full crotch of her panties, plastered tightly against the pale muff of blonde cunt hair beneath.
She bent over further with each slow shift of her hips, pressing the skirt down past her knees. Then she let go of it. The material slipped quickly to her feet, and Kristy straightened up sharply, leaped, kicked the skirt high above the crowd. It sailed and billowed gently, until it was yanked downward with a cheer.
Wendy felt her own chest constricting as she watched Kristy's antics. She had stopped moving. She was simply standing there, enthralled by the show her friend was putting on. She found herself nudging elbows with the front row of the sweaty crowd as they crushed forward, eager for the show to go on.
Kristy was in a world of her own now. She was drenched in sweat, her flesh glistening with the fine sheen of moisture. She pranced. She posed. She arched her young body hard, squatted, stretched, undulated.
She was clad only in her under things. Her nipples were dark circles under the wet fabric of her silky bra cups. Her cunt was fully revealed, the curly blonde strands matted flat to her pussy, easily visible through her drenched panties. The white garter belt was tight about her thin waist, the straps to her stockings pulled taut along the glistening flesh of her slender thighs.
She was wearing only moderately high heels, and they slammed against the floor as she faked a Mexican hat dance, her arms high above her tossing head, her legs pounding rapidly, close together. Her thighs rubbed hard together, growing hotter and wetter as she danced. Her tight ass jiggled inside the taut rear of the panties. Her tits shook within the wet bra cups.
She was hot. She was horny. She was lost in the glory and the pleasure and the gut-churning lust of dancing half-naked in front of all these strangers. And damn the consequences.
"Take off your bra, kid!"
Kid? Kristy wrinkled her nose and took a haughty stance. Who the fuck you calling a kid? I'll show you dumb shits who the hell's a little kid.
Her breathing was shallow and fast. Her chest felt tight. Her whole body was steaming with heat and sweat. Her mind was growing fuzzy and far away. It was almost as though she was watching herself, from somewhere high above the crowd. It wasn't really Kristy who was out here, dancing and prancing in her underwear. It was some wild young stranger.
Kristy watched herself as she hooked her thumbs into the wet waistband of her panties, glaring into the crowd, seeing nobody but feeling everybody. She lifted one leg high, held it there, then lowered it slowly. She lifted her other leg, held it, then lowered it. She pranced slowly like this, in a dreamy slow-motion, strutting like a young cowgirl on the make.
Her body was trembling, dripping rivers of sweat. Her bra and panties were plastered to her skin, and her stockings were soaked and glistening.
She shook her head hard, tried to clear her mind, her vision. She tried to focus, and saw Wendy.
Wendy seemed to be arguing with some guy, the guy who'd brought her out onto the dance floor.
"I'm going to stop her," Wendy said, trying to pull her arm from the boy's strong grip.
"Now, why would you want to do a thing like that?" he said, smirking into her face.
Wendy jerked her arm from his grip. She quickly rolled her tank top back down over her tits, and started out to Kristy. She felt herself yanked backward, then pulled deeper into the crowd, the front rows closed in between her and Kristy.
"Let me go, damn you! She doesn't know what she's doing!"
"Sure she does, baby. Let's you and me split this joint, eh?"
"No." Wendy clawed at his wrist as he pulled her back through the group, toward the benches at the back of the room.
"Calm down, baby."
Wendy had had enough of this guy. Who the hell did he think he was? She suddenly went for his face with her fingernails, growling wildly. When he covered his face with his hands, she kneed him hard, jamming her kneecap into his muscular thigh. She just missed his cock. The guy twisted away, shoving at her shoulders and head to get her away from him.
Wendy forced her way back to the front of the crowd, feeling the hands grabbing at her thighs and ass and tits. She twisted away from the hands, worked her way through the front row. She saw Kristy, and her breath caught.
At least three guys were on her, pressing close to her, their hands feeling her tits through her bra, fondling her ass cheeks through the wet panties, cupping and kneading her cunt.
Kristy was swooning. Her head rolled loosely on her shoulders, and tears streamed freely from her eyes. She was dazed. She couldn't fight them off. A couple of other guys and a girl stepped out of the laughing crowd, and moved in close to Kristy.
Wendy fought her way to the girl. She clawed at the boys' hands, scratching at them until they backed away.
"Just joking, little lady, just joking," one of them said.
"Blow shit," Wendy growled through clenched teeth. "Get away from her, you fucking creeps!"
Laughing and shrugging, the group around Kristy slowly backed into the crowd again. Kristy and Wendy stood in the center of the group. Kristy looked like she'd just been gang-banged by about a hundred guys. Wendy slipped an arm around her girl friend's trembling shoulder, and walked her into the crowd. They made room for the girls, and quickly lost interest in them. Only a few pats on the ass, and they were back to their table.
"Hey, somebody," Wendy called. "Bring us her clothes, will you?"
"Yeah," some good-looking guy called back with a wave.
Wendy helped Kristy onto the seat. Kristy was taking deep breaths to calm herself. She wiped at the tears with her palms, blinked, sniffled. Then she lifted her face and looked at Wendy, trying to smile.
"Made a fool of myself, didn't I?" she said meekly. Wendy smiled back.
"Hell, no," she said, stroking the girl's bare shoulder.
Kristy wiped the back of her wrist across her upper lip, sniffled again. A silly grin spread over her face.
"Got carried away," she said.
"Yeah," Wendy said tenderly. "So what? It's over now, and you gave this place a show it'll never forget."
Kristy began shivering slightly as her body cooled down. Wendy slipped her arm tightly about her shoulders and pressed herself close. She glanced out of the booth, and saw several guys grinning at them.
"Fuck off," she said, jerking her head at them. She shrugged, and turned away. It was a joke to them. What the fuck did they care if some dumb broad wanted to do a striptease for them? They could take it or leave it.
"Hey, remember me?"
Wendy looked up at the young man suddenly standing beside their table. She glared at him. Kristy leaned forward a bit and looked at him.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. Jerry, remember?"
Kristy nodded, cleared her throat. She hunched her shoulders forward to try to cover up her bra-encased tits. Jerry slid into the booth, taking the seat opposite the two young girls.
He stared openly at Kristy's tits for a moment, then turned his eyes toward Wendy. A quick flicker of interest at the size of her tits, then he was looking into her eyes.
"You remember my buddy? Jim?" he said in a strange voice.
Wendy jerked as a big male body shoved onto the seat next to her, crushing her body between his and Wendy's.
It was the guy she'd kneed. The guy who'd taken her out to the dance floor. He grinned at her, showing a row of clean white teeth. He butted his hip harder against hers.
"Sure, she remembers me. Don't you, little lady?" Jim said, slowly lifting his arm and slipping it around the girl's shoulder. "We got a little unfinished business to take care of, ain't we, babe?"
"No, we haven't," Wendy said, ducking and fighting the strong arm. "Get out of here, you fucking bastard."
Jim gave her a hard hug and laughed at her words.
Jerry was grinning stupidly at Kristy's tits again, and Kristy was cringing under the steady gaze, trying to hide herself between Wendy and the wall.
"Look," Wendy said, "I've got to get my girl friend home, so if you'll excuse us, we'll just be going."
"Yeah, good idea," Jerry said, nodding to Jim.
"Right. We'll drive you," Jim said.
"No, that's all right. We have a car. Uh, thanks, but no thanks." Wendy said, confused, and beginning to feel a twinge of fright.
She pressed with her hip, but the boy wouldn't budge.
"I said we'll drive you home, didn't I?" he repeated.
Wendy gulped, bit her upper lip for a moment.
"My car," she said, searching desperately for something to say, some way to get rid of these guys.
The two boys looked at each other, grinning. "No sweat, honey," Jim said. "We'll bring you right back to pick it up."
"In the morning," Jerry added. Wendy stiffened.
"Oh, no. None of that shit. Just let me and my girl friend go home."
"Or what? Eh, baby doll? Or what?" Jim laughed, hugging Wendy so hard it hurt.
All four of them jumped when something landed on the table. It was Kristy's blouse.
"Here's the kid's shirt," the guy said. He had turned back to the dance floor before anyone could say anything. Kristy grabbed her blouse and slipped into it, buttoned it up the front. She felt a bit better now.
The guy who'd brought the blouse to the table returned almost immediately, tossed something else onto the table.
"Here's her belt, too. Somebody else's got her skirt."
He turned away again, but Wendy shouted at him. "Hey."
"What, kid?"
"Get the manager, will you? These two guys won't let us leave. They're bothering us."
"They are, huh?" he said. He put his fingers in his mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Four other guys broke away from the dance floor and came over to the table.
"What's up?"
"Two freaks here are giving the little girls a hard time," he said. He looked at both boys. "Eh, boys? Wanna step out the back for a little discussion of the situation?"
"Not really," Jerry said calmly, his palms open to show he didn't want any trouble.
"Hey," Jim said, withdrawing his arm from around Wendy's shoulder, "You kids want to leave, you should say something. We ain't stopping nobody from going home."
"Good," the young man standing beside them said. The five of them stepped back a few paces as the two guys got out of the booth and went back to their own table.
Wendy whispered a shaky "thank-you" as she drew Kristy from the booth, and the five guys escorted them to the door. They watched as the two girls made their way across the parking lot and got into their car.
Once behind the wheel, Wendy shuddered with relief. She quickly started the engine, and pulled out onto the highway, speeding away from those wild young men who had scared her so much. And, somehow, excited her so much more.
The front doors to the van were suddenly jerked open. Fran nearly screamed at the unexpected invasion of privacy. Rick twisted and lifted up, but he relaxed when he saw who it was.
"Hey, buddies," he called, one hand going to Fran's warm neck to stroke and calm her trembling. "What's the good word?"
Jim jammed the key at the ignition. It rammed home. He twisted it hard, and the engine roared to life.
"Nothing," he growled in answer to Rick's question.
Jerry turned on the seat, spotted the naked young girl at Rick's side. His eyes widened, and he punched Jim in the arm. Jim jerked around and followed Jerry's pointing finger.
"Weil, well, well," he said, grinning broadly. "What have you brought us, Rick, old boy?"
"Boys, meet Fran. Fran, meet the boys."
"Hi," Fran said, her voice shaking a bit. She hadn't bargained for anything like this. She started to sit up and reach for her blouse to cover up her nakedness. Rick grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down beside him.
"Relax, Fran. You're here for the duration," he said sternly. Fran looked at him and gulped hard. Oh, oh, she thought. Now I'm in for it. She was scared, but she found she was excited, too. Very excited. She'd just sucked Rick's big cock. He'd just eaten her virgin cunt. It had been great. She was scared, but she wasn't stupid. Maybe this evening was going to turn into the best night of her life, and she didn't want to chance missing it, just because she was a little bit scared.
She took a deep breath, and relaxed against Rick's side. He hadn't done anything to really hurt her, yet, and she couldn't get away if he didn't want her to. So, she'd play it cool, and take it as it came.
"Good-looking piece of ass you got there, Rick," Jerry said. "Gonna share it?" Rick snorted.
"Get your own cunt, boy. If you can."
Rick twisted onto his back again, and pulled Fran over on top of his hard young body. Fran felt a thrill, knowing that whatever he was going to do to her, it would happen in front of the other boys. She felt his hands go low on her back, kneading the soft smooth flesh, reaching down to the tight muscles of her ass cheeks. His fingers worked into the tight moist crack, and pulled her full young ass cheeks wide apart.
Fran jumped at the first touch of his thumb against her virgin ass-hole. Her heart was pounding, the blood hot and thick in her veins. She knew the other boys were watching every move Rick made. They were longing to rape her, fuck her every hole and fill it with their hot fuck juice. Her blood pounded in her ears. Her brain throbbed. She could hardly breathe, she was so fucking excited.
"You gonna stick it inside my ass-hole, Rick?" she whispered against the boy's ear.
Rick's cock gave a jerk at the young teen's teasing words. Damn hot little cunt, he thought. This kid was the catch of the year. A virgin who was hot to fuck. Fuck the luck. In answer to the girl's question, Rick jammed his thumb firmly into her ass-hole, bringing a little cry of pained distress to her lips.
She felt the pinching burning pain at once. This was really going to hurt, she knew. She sucked air, held a huge lungful, and waited. She locked her head to Rick's shoulder, tense.
His fat thumb gouged and twisted against her softly puckered little ass-hole. It tore at the sphincter protecting her hot bowels. It pushed and probed and wiggled like an eager snake. Fran fought to relax the muscles surrounding her tight virgin ass-hole, and with a sudden sharp gasp of pure pain, she succeeded. Rick's fat, hard thumb buried itself deep inside her moist bumhole.
She clutched his arm tightly, rocking her face from side to side against his chest. The pain seared into her virgin ass-hole.
"Oooo," she whined quietly. She felt his thumb twist, gouge into her deeper, shove harder into her guts. Oh, God, it felt like she had to take a healthy shit. She felt her guts tighten against the invading thumb, trying to expel the huge plug.
Rick wiggled his thumb up inside the child's hot, sleek butt hole, pressing it into the soft firm muscles within her bowels. He could feel her pelvic bones, and tried to crush her soft shit tube against the hard bones.
Fran moaned loudly. Her ass lifted a bit, and she ground her tight ass-hole onto the boy's hard thumb. She tightened her inner muscles, trying to suck the thumb further up into her shitter.
"Mmmmmm," the pretty teenager moaned. She twisted her face to one side, gritted her teeth as Rick forced his big thumb deeper up her ass-hole.
"How old is she, Rick?" Jerry asked as he climbed over the pile of blankets into the back of the van. "She looks pretty young."
"Young," Rick grunted, gouging his fingers into her soft pliant ass cheeks and spreading them wider.
Jerry's cock sprang up hard. He watched the girl twitch and wiggle her ass on Rick's finger. He longed to fuck this little hot cunt. Her skin was pale and taut and flawless. She was absolutely beautiful. And she was obviously willing to let Rick do anything he wanted to do to her.
Jerry got down behind the child's bare ass and watched as Rick worked her ass-hole, made her hotter with his thumb-fucking up her butt hole.
The kid was squirming wildly.
Jerry reached out and placed a palm firmly over one smooth hot ass cheek. She didn't even know it.
All Fran felt was the thumb in her ass-hole, wiggling like a wild snake, driving her crazy with pleasure. She groaned. Her ass lifted, wiggled right in Jerry's face. He cupped and caressed the smooth ass cheek, sniffing the fragrance of her virgin butt, her recently gushing cunt. He stroked her ass cheeks, and caressed downward along the backs of her thighs.
Fran groaned, gulped, gasped.
"Let me fuck her ass-hole, will you, Rick?" Jerry asked, his eyes locked to her thumb-plugged ass-hole.
Rick lifted his head slightly, looked over the girl's slender shoulder, and winked. Fran moaned low in her throat. She felt the thumb pulling out, slowly, slowly. It popped out, and Fran's head jerked back at the incredible flash of pain that jolted into her guts.
Rick kneaded and clawed at the girl's ass cheeks, hauling them wide apart as Jerry pulled out his huge cock. The boy moved forward on his knees, fitted the head of his cock into the wet warm crack of the little cunt's beautiful white ass. He scooted further forward, grinding the prick head into the brown pucker. He gripped the fronts of her smooth thighs, and pulled her slightly backward, fitting himself perfectly to her tight little body.
Fran felt the hands on her thighs slip and catch at her moist skin, work until they had a firm grip on her legs. Then Jerry shoved hard, driving his cock deep into her ass-hole in one swift hard thrust, hauling her thighs backward against his.
Fran's head lifted high as a shriek of utter burning agony burst from her throat. She howled long and loud with the pain shooting into her virgin ass-hole.
His cock was immense. It drove deep. She felt as though her ass-hole had been ripped wide open.
As she arched high, Rick grabbed both of her small tits, one in each hand. He squeezed them both hard, clawing his fingernails over her tiny hardened nipples.
Fran shrieked again. Her body shook. Her hands kneaded Rick's shoulders as she fought the pain in her tits and ass-hole.
Jerry pumped deeper into her guts. He clutched her slim thighs in his meaty paws and held on tight as she bucked backward, yanked her ass forward, trying desperately to pull her ass off the huge impaling pole of his cock.
"God! Oh, God! Please! It hurts!" Fran cried out, her head rolling wildly.
Rick ignored her pleading cries. He crushed her beautiful little tits in his fists, yanking them away from her chest, kneading them as hard as he could. He shoved the firm mounds back against her rib-cage and mashed them against the bones as he held her high off his body, arched into a lovely, living bow of pain and pleasure.
Fran was trapped there, arched hard. She grabbed the boy's wrists and held on. She let it happen. She had no choice. Her virgin ass-hole was being raped wide open, reamed out by a boy she'd never seen before.
The burning slowly eased. Jerry was humping her ass-hole harder and harder. The fire never died completely, but it faded a bit. And in its place there rose a deep hot glow of pure pleasure.
Fran felt the sweat dripping off her tits, rolling down her sides, down her bare back and thighs. She felt the boy's hands grow slippery on her flesh as she gushed the salty sweat from every pore on her young body.
She threw her head, tossing her hair about, moaning loudly as her tits were tormented, her nipples pinched and pained. Her ass-hole sizzled with the painful pleasure as Jerry raped in and out, ravaged her with his gigantic prick.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her hands slipping on Rick's strong wrists. "God, it hurts. Oh, please, take it out. Please, don't fuck my ass-hole any more. Please," she begged, over and over. "Please, Rick, make him take it out of me. Oh, please."
"Piss off, baby," Rick growled. He could tell the kid was digging this shit. She was only moaning and groaning for effect. It turned her on to feel like she was getting raped. She loved it.
Jerry banged his balls against the underside of the kid's puffy young cunt as he pounded his cock in and out of her shit tube.
He was so fucking hot and horny after watching those two fucking bitches in the disco that he felt his balls grow hard and heavy almost immediately. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, not with this tight, little-girl ass-hole.
He loved shoving his cock up some kid's ass-hole. The tighter the better. He'd never fucked a virgin before, though. And he'd never fucked a kid so damned young before, either. It felt great. She was so fucking tight and hot and slippery and eager.
He drove his cock in and out of Fran's ass faster and harder, gritting his teeth as he thought about those other two fucking cunts. Fucking cock-teasing bitches.
Well, we'll find them, Jerry told himself, and we'll fuck the shit right out their goddamn little mouths.
He felt his balls begin to tighten. He gulped hard, and his mouth dropped wide open.
"Damn," he whispered. His hands clawed the child's wet thighs, hugging her tighter as he slammed his cock all the way into her shitter. He gasped with the first hot gout of cum that blasted into her hole.
Fran felt it, too. Her ass-hole was burning. It was stretched to the absolute limit around the boy's massive prick. She cried out when she felt the thick fuck juice blast out of his cock and spew into her tight butt hole, filling her.
The cum shot out of his cock like hot water under high pressure. It filled little Fran's shit tube, and began pumping out around the base of the big prick impaling her. She felt the hot cum dripping and sliding down her bare thighs in gooey rivers, splashing and mashing against her skin as Jerry pumped his cock against her.
Her body jerked forward with each hard thrust of Jerry's cock. Her tits were sore from being mashed and crushed in Rick's clutching hands, his fingers digging into the bases of the soft mounds painfully, twisting her nipples until Fran thought he was trying to tear them right off her chest.
Her whole body went rigid on the pole of Jerry's iron-hard prick. He pumped into her like a madman, squirting the cum from his cock head, hosing her shit tube. His fluid filled the child's beautiful ass-hole to overflowing.
Oh, God, how she had to shit!
Her muscles tightened. Her belly churned and spasmed as she felt the boy's cum flooding her insides. Her ass jerked and wiggled in a wild dance of sex and lust. She jammed her ass-hole down on his raping cock, then yanked it almost completely off.
"Oh, God!" she groaned in pleasure, gasping loudly and tossing her pretty head wildly. It felt so fucking good. It hurt so fucking much. It was all one hot burning pleasure of pain.
"Uh. Ohhh," she grunted and moaned, and drove her head down to bury her face in Rick's neck. He threw his arms up around her shoulders and hugged her tightly to him.
Her ass pumped back and forth in time to the fucking, humping rhythm of Jerry's fat cock. She heard the popping, sucking sound of the boy's hot cum bubbling and bursting out of her shitter. She cried out with joyful pleasure each time he thrust his prick back inside her ass-hole, slamming her face hard into Rick's powerful neck.
Fran was being used like some low animal, and she knew it. And she loved it. She felt no shame at all at being fucked like some young bitch dog in heat. She was in heat, damn it all.
She wanted it to go on and on forever, his cock fucking in and out of her ass-hole like this, hugging the other boy so tightly.
She whimpered when she felt the blasting cum stop. Jerry pulled his quickly softening prick out of her ass-hole. She sighed when she felt the thick gooey cum gush out of her ass-hole in quick spurts and bubbling dribbles, and roll in thick slow rivers down her sweaty thighs.
"Ohhh," she murmured softly against Rick's chest. She let her body slip down on top of his, resting, relaxing completely. It felt so fucking great to rest.
Jerry snorted and shook his head. "Great piece of ass you got there, kid," he said, tucking his cock back inside his pants. Fran smiled and nodded very slightly. Jerry backed off, began crawling back up over the blankets to the front seat. He gave Fran's bare wet ass cheek a hard slap. She jumped, tensed. Rick stroked her hair, cooed tenderly into her ear, calming her down quickly.
Jerry climbed into the passenger's seat. They were already well down the highway, speeding along smoothly.
"Think we can catch them?" Jerry asked.
"Shit, yeah. That little bitch back at the dance told me where they fucking live. They were so fucking scared they probably headed straight home. Even if they didn't, we'll be there waiting for them when they get there."
"Yeah," Jerry grinned, rubbing his hands together in glee. "We'll show those fucking cunts who they're messing with."
"Damn their fucking little cunts," Jim said.