Chapter 2
Two weeks later, Lori Phillips stood in the bathroom, applying the last touches of make-up. She required very little, for her face was a flawless piece of work. Her long, blond hair fell around it, framing it, contrasting marvelously with her deep tan. Her green eyes, an asset she had possessed since birth, were sparkling and alive and as erotic, in their curious gleam, as the breasts of lesser women. Her nose was pert, the nostril rims so finely sculpted that the entire nose seemed like a piece of delicate shell. Her mouth was full, ripe, the lower lip larger than the top. When she pursed her lips, she had a pout like Candy's. She smiled at her reflection and looked even more stunning than ever.
She wore a conservative blue sweater that nonetheless stretched over her full bra of edibles. Her slacks were tight, clinging to her round ass so that the delineation of her smooth buttocks cheeks was very nearly visible. Her thighs were outlined in exquisite detail, the rising mound of her young Venus strained against the material of the bell bottoms. It was the perfect seductive outfit, especially when she removed the bra-which she would do when she had left the house and was out of sight of her mother and father.
She allowed herself a delicious moment of anticipation for what she felt certain would transpire tonight. She had taken the situation into her own hands, without consulting with her parents, and she was certain she would experience her first, thrilling penetration tonight. They had only permitted her to date once or twice, both times with guys her own age, which turned her off completely, since she was mentally and emotionally a number of years their senior. Those dates had been total disasters, dates wherein a stolen kiss was considered daring. She had, once, touched a boy between the legs, and though he was hard as rock there, he sprang away from her, too frightened to make any advances or to let her make them. And the rules had remained: no dates older than you, Lori; no dates with fellas who have cars, Lori; no dates anywhere but to school functions, Lori.
How the hell could you get fucked at a school function? she wondered, then giggled aloud.
Tonight, she was going out with Robbie Marshall, who was a junior and had his own car, a four-year-old Ford that was rather neat, though Lori didn't much care what a car was like as long as it was clean and ran well. She had refused Robbie several times before when he had asked, knowing that her parents would say no. It had never dawned on her, before, to lie to her parents and meet him somewhere else. But now that she could no longer suppress her womanhood-and now that her parents still adamantly insisted to govern her like the child she was not-she was willing to tell untruths in order to take her first plunge into the delights of flesh on flesh.
She was certain Robbie would want to make it with her. Even in school, he could not keep his hands off her, touching her shoulders, her waist, now and then, as they talked outside, after classes, he would let his hands steal slightly upwards toward her heavy breasts, or down her back until they rested just at the beginning of her firm, high, round ass. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and it would take little urging to get him interested tonight. And, too, the grapevine had long ago filtered down-from older girls-that Robbie Marshall was a make-out artist first class, that he knew how to make and how to keep it hard so long he could wear a girl out.
Well, Lori thought, turning from the mirror and leaving the bathroom, she would just see who would wear whom out tonight!
She grabbed her purse in her room, checked to see if she had everything, then went downstairs. Her father was in the living room, reading the evening paper, and her mother was doing the last of the dishes, which she had been excused from tonight. She could not help, looking at her father, thinking about his huge, thick fuck muscle, the way it had reamed and torn her mother into spasming ecstasy. Her little twat grew damp, and she felt a desire to drop between his legs and free his heated beast, then climb aboard and go wild on it. She remembered Robbie Marshall, and her tummy fluttered and ached for his nakedness against her.
"Going out?" her father asked, looking up from the gloomy news of Tricky Dick's America.
She plopped into his lap and kissed his nose. "You know about it, and don't tell me you forgot," she said.
"But you're going out in those slacks?"
"Oh, now Daddy-"
"You looked poured into them."
"I'm just going out with the girls. To a movie."
"But do you have to-"
"Look," she said. "I'm not wearing anything low-cut, and some of them will be. And I'm not wearing a micro skirt this time, am I?"
"No, but-"
She kissed his nose again. "You want your only daughter to look like a dumpy broad?" she asked. She thought she could feel the stir of his cock beneath her ripe ass, then was sure of it when he blushed a little, pushed her off his lap, and said, "Well, okay."
She blew him a kiss and went into the kitchen, quite aware that his eyes, behind her, were riveted to the swinging rhythm of her high ass. She swung it a little more, just to get him excited. In the kitchen, she said goodbye to her mother, knowing her old man was going to come charging in and suggest they fuck the minute his daughter left.
Outside, the air was warm, and the late May evening was refreshing. She walked leisurely out of sight of the house, then ducked into Vine Street, which was actually an alley, slipped between two of the string of garages there, and worked her bra off from under her sweater, rolled it up and stuffed it in her purse.
She smoothed the sweater down, smiling at the tip-tilted mounds of her heavenly breasts. They had as good a shape without a bra as with, thrust out and up, the long nipples hard and peeking out at the world, their presence easily determined by the sharp pebbled nubs they made against the sweater cloth. They swelled even further, irritated by the material, and she chuckled happily as she set off toward the Pizza Palace where she was to meet Robbie Marshall.
The Palace was rather crowded, but she had no trouble at all getting through toward the booths at the rear where she was to meet Robbie. Every guy in the place was glad to step aside, if only to get a better look at her unconfined titties as she passed. They swung and jiggled, and the nipples announced to the world-by their very stiffness-that she was ready, willing, and abundantly able.
"Lori!" Robbie called, waving her to a booth he had been saving.
She went toward him, conscious of his roving glance which surveyed her body with the savoring pace of a connoisseur of women. He was both amazed and delighted by her unbraced knockers, and as she sat down, across from him, and the big globes jiggled she knew he must already be hard as brass between his legs. Her cunnie grew damp again with anticipation and a longing for the shuddering pleasure he could give her.
"A Coke? Some Pizza?" he asked.
"Just a Coke."
"Wait here while I get it."
"I didn't plan on going anywhere without you," she said.
A moment later, he returned with her Coke, set it before her and slid in on the same side of the booth. When their hips brushed, and his leg fell against hers, it was like an electric shock jolting through her, sparking in her nipples and her cunt. The nips grew even longer, visibly longer, and she hoped he saw this involuntary but sincere sign of her lust and need.
"Have any trouble with your parents?" he asked.
"No, they think I'm out with the girls."
"Were they planning to go anywhere tonight?" he asked. "Altoona, Pennsylvania, is just not that large a city, you know. I'd hate like hell to run into them. I wouldn't pass for a girl, I don't think."
"You wouldn't," she said, a low purring in her voice. "Don't worry. They're staying home."
"Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"To see that horror double feature," she said. "The two films with Christopher Lee in them."
"He's a knock-out," Robbie agreed. "Where they playing?"
"Hill Drive-In," she said.
He seemed to brighten even more. "We better go then. Finish your Coke. It's getting on toward sunset."
"And we wouldn't want to miss a minute of anything," she said, sucking up the last of her Coke and grinning at him ...
On the screen, Dracula rose from a satin-lined coffin that was spattered with traces of blood. His eyes were broken with bloody veins, and his sallow, thin face was split with a wicked leer cast in the direction of the fetching maiden that had been brought to the King of Demons by his aide, the corrupted priest. His fangs were yellow, wet with saliva, and very, very sharp.
Beyond the screen, traffic flowed smoothly on Plank Road, like little bits of light in some distant world.
In Robbie Marshall's car, a bubble of tense sexual excitement, Lori clung to the older boy, as if terrified by the film unreeling before them, her hands gripped his shoulder, her face hidden in the hollow of his neck. As the music built, she flung her arms around him and said, "Tell me when this part is over, when he's finished biting her."
"It's not that bad," Robbie protested, laughing at her feminine cowardice-well-planned feminine cowardice.
"I don't want to look," Lori said, pushing closer to him, until her unfettered tits mashed up against his side.
He seemed to stiffen for a moment, then relaxed and put his own arms around her. "I don't think I can watch either," he said, turning and placing his lips against hers, darting a tongue tentatively against her mouth.
"Ummmmm," she said. "That chases away the spooks." She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth, dispensing with preliminaries. Tasting of his tongue and lips and teeth and gums, she made a prick of her tongue, punching it in and out in a parody of fucking.
Robbie held her a moment longer in that position as they kissed harder, more deeply, their young bodies flushed with a rush of blood that marked the intensity of their desire. His hands, finally, slid down from her shoulders, cupped her big breasts in his hands. His mouth sought hers more demandingly than ever as he played with the healthy knockers, and he seemed to be whimpering excitedly way down at the bottom of his throat. He shoved up the sweater, freed the heavy tits, and laid his hands on the warm, vibrant flesh of her young, exposed body.
He groaned softly, as she did, and she pressed the hot knockers hard against his fingers.
He thumbed the big nipples, made them harder than ever, and had her writhing against him on the seat. His hands were trembling, but there was no chance that he would back away. No chance at all. She was absolutely positive about that.
He lowered his head and licked her tits, lathered them with spittle until she was gasping and almost ready to come on the spot. She had never known she could feel this good just from having her nipples sucked. His teeth and tongue teased her into a frenzied need for the thrusting log of his young, smooth penis.
"Robbie ... Robbie ... " she wheezed, finding herself almost unable to speak.
"Do you want it, Lori?" he asked.
"Yes, yes."
"Christ, you're beautiful!"
"I want it, Robbie. I want fucked."
"Jesus!" he moaned, squeezing her tits, then dropping his hands and fumbling at the catch to her bell bottom jeans. He unzipped them with the expertise of a man used to shucking a good many women out of their clothes, slid them and the silken panties beneath down her long, perfect legs, off and onto the floor of the car. He chewed on her fuck-mound hairs for a while, licked her belly until she was moaning and twisting.
"Fuck me ... " she whispered.
"You'll have to get it out," he teased.
Her fingers danced along his trousers, opened them, pushed them and his shorts over his buttocks. His hard dick bounced free and flopped onto her thigh, the big purple head glistening with a drop of lubricant. The balls beneath were shaggy with hair, big and round in a loose red sac.
She wrapped a fist around the length of meat and closed her eyes, almost unable to believe that it had happened at last, that her moment of womanhood had arrived. He was not so large as her father, but formidable, and if he could keep it hard long enough, size would not matter at all, nothing would matter but keeping him in her.
"I'll do it without a rubber first," he said. “I have good control and won't shoot you full."
"Yes, yes," she said.
She stretched out upon the seat, her tits bared still as her sweater was shoved above them. She spread her marvelous young thighs, and the wet groove of her fuck-slot was a gaping mouth demanding to be fed.
"You're built so damned well!" he gasped, taking in the sight of her perfect body, holding his thick penis and pumping it with one hand as he knelt between her legs.
"Be careful," she said. "Be careful to start. I've never had it before."
He looked stunned. "You're a virgin?"
"But I thought it was time not to be," she said.
He groaned, tried to squeeze off the load of fuck cream that suddenly boiled out of his swinging nuts. He was not successful. The wet globs of hot come splattered over Lori's belly and tits. One jet of it slimed along her sweet face.
"God damnit!" she exploded, "you didn't even get it in me!"