Chapter 3
Cindy was finishing up the supper dishes when she heard the car drive up outside. Her first thought that Herb Kent had come home from work early. The clock above the kitchen sink read only nine-thirty though, so she wondered if maybe this other Kent boy was now home. Rick Kent, she'd been told, was older than Bobby, and would be a senior at Miami Senior High School in the fall.
Cindy wiped her hands and went to the living room to await the arrival of whoever had driven up. She sat on the couch and stared at the TV so she would appear as if she weren't waiting for anybody. The canned laughter of some comedy show rose and fell at regular intervals on the TV. Cindy kept her ears cocked, expecting at any moment to hear a door open and the sound of footsteps. Her heart pounded and she began to sweat. Suddenly she felt like running to the bathroom to hide.
Five minutes later Cindy was still sitting tensely on the couch, her ears mechanically catching the punch lines of meaningless jokes. The TV sound swelled as a commercial hit the screen, and Cindy was jolted out of her semi trance.
What had happened to whoever had driven up?
She went to the kitchen and peered out the screen door. It was black outside except for a low glow of light somewhere beyond the shrubs and trees within fifty feet of the house. Listening intently, she thought she heard a voice, perhaps some giggles, but she couldn't be sure.
Cindy stepped out the door, wondering whether she was being at all sensible. She would likely trip over a vine and break her neck in the dark, if she didn't get eaten by whatever creapy-crawly things prowled the darkness in this jungle. She needed to know who was out there, however, or she'd be a nervous wreck by the time Herb arrived to drive her home.
She tiptoed along a path in the direction of the faint light, the sand cool under feet. She had no idea where she was going. There were so many paths through this overgrown mess that she might be making her way to the bay to confront some smugglers whose boat had run ashore.
Suddenly the light was close and very bright. She was coming into a clearing, which she at once realized had to be the driveway, for a stucco garage sat at the end of it and a car was parked directly in front of the garage. A floodlight above one of the garage doors shined down on an open convertible in which two people moved and made sounds. The boy, his shoulder-length hair brushing his bare shoulders as he tossed his head from side to side, had to be Rick Kent. But who the longhaired girl was, her big tits wobbling as she faced him and bounced up and down in his lap, Cindy had no way of knowing. And he was fucking her in the front seat of the convertible, licking and kissing her naked tits as she rubbed them in his face.
"Suck 'em, baby, suck 'em," the girl said, breathless and giggling. "Give 'em a bath.
Lick 'em all over." She squealed as the boy sucked vigorously on one of her nipples. "Oooh, I just love that!"
Cindy stepped back out of the light, her heart slamming. So guys and girls actually did things like this when they went out and parked. She'd never actually believed it, had always thought the stories her giggling girlfriends had told her were just big talk, big dirty talk. Well, here they were, a high-school couple fucking right before her eyes, and in a parked convertible yet! And as far as Cindy could see, they were both stark naked.
"God, you're tight!" the boy mumbled. "I love fucking tight pussy."
The girl giggled, riding up and down ceaselessly. "I can make it tighter, stud." She appeared to tense up, to hold her breath.
"Ohhh, Christ!" The boy writhed, rolling his head along the top of the backrest. "Shit, you're skinning it alive! Oh, fuck, lay off, I'm gonna come!"
The girl shot straight up in the air, laughing as she disengaged herself from the boy's cock.
The boy slumped back, breathing heavily. "Christ, that was close! You almost made me lose it, slut."
"Poor baby," the girl said, petting his head. "I'm not worried, stud. You've got more than one load in you. I can make that prick of yours hard again and again if I want to, all night long, if I want to. Don't underestimate Darla."
"Shut up and sit on it," the boy said. "I wanna fuck your juicy cunt."
"Go to it, stud." The girl reached down to guide the boy's cock back up her fuck hole. She wiggled her ass as she got his prickhead in, then screwed herself down on the boy's stiff cock to the hilt. "Ooooh, Ricky, it's so big!"
Rick panted, twisting his head from side to side again. "Nine inches, and don't you forget it."
"How could I?" Darla said, slipping up and down on the boy's prick, her naked body squirming in his arms. "Ooooh, Ricky, let's fuck!"
"Fuck you!" the boy moaned. "Oh, yeah, fuck you!" He jerked his loins up and down, jabbing his cock in and out of the girl as she rode him.
Cindy had slipped off the path and into the dense vegetation. The couple made so much noise that they didn't hear her rustling the leaves. The car radio, turned low but very audible in the still night air, throbbed with a brassy rock rhythm which matched the fucking rhythm of the boy and girl. Cindy sat in the deep growth of plants, her face shaded by overhanging foliage, but able to see the couple clearly through the open car door on the driver's side.
Floor lights in the car illuminated its interior and reflected off Rick's rigid, gleaming prick shaft, which appeared and disappeared alternately as Darla's cunt moved up and down around it, alternately releasing, then engulfing his thick, nine-inch cockshaft. With light pouring down from the floodlight above, and the lights shining up from the interior of the convertible, Cindy enjoyed an unrestricted view of the naked boy and girl and of their coupled fuck meat. She sat in the bushes less than ten feet from the fucking pair, able not only to see them and hear them clearly, but to smell them as well. The smell of the boy's sweaty balls and armpits and of the girl's drooling cunt wafted Cindy's way on the barely moving night breeze. The aroma excited her as much as the sight and sound.
"Mmn yeah, mmn yeah!" Rick muttered throatily as the lewd girl slipped up and down on his fucker. His big muscular hands roved all over her back, rubbing circles on her lower spine, pinching her asscheeks. He shoved his thick fingers in her ass cleft, gripped her ass tight and lifted her up and down, helping to set the rhythm of her fucking.
The girl wriggled as she bounced, baring her teeth, tossing her head. Her hands were braced on Rick's wide shoulders. She continued to rub her big wobbling tits all over the stud's face, getting her nipples between his lips, teasing him to suck them.
"Suck my tits," she whispered. "It makes my cunt go crazy when you suck my tits."
Rick gnawed into her big bumpy nipples, and the girl's eyes nearly popped out.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, chewing her lips. "Bite 'em bite 'em!"
As Rick gnawed and sucked the girl's nipples, pussy juice ran out of her, drenching his hard cock, running down over his big swollen balls. Her cunt made squishing, liquid noises as it sucked his cock. The aroma of steaming pussy became stronger in the air, more pungent.
All of a sudden the girl gasped. Whimpers escaped her gaping mouth as her naked body went into shivering spasms. "I'm coming," she moaned. "Ohhhh, I'm coming!"
"Goddamn!" Rick mumbled, his mouth full of swollen tit. He sucked her nipple vigorously as she squirmed and squealed with orgasm, fucking herself up and down on his cock as she brought herself off.
Cindy's own cunt pulsated, her pussy lips swollen around the crotch of her panties and shorts, which had pulled up like a gag between them. She was seated cross-legged on the sandy ground, her heart pounding, her face flushed with heat. The ache in her crotch was driving her insane. She tried to imagine what Darla was feeling, her naked body impaled on Rick's huge hard cock, her tit stuffed in his mouth, her pussy contracting with spasm after spasm. Reaching up under her T-shirt, Cindy began to knead and caress her own tits, which were swollen as large and tight as Darla's.
Darla slumped forward, melting in Rick's arms. Her face was flushed deeply and beaded with sweat. She sank down to the hilt on his cock, her arms around his neck, her body going limp.
Rick squirmed under her, bucking his loins. "Ride it, cocksucker, ride it!"
Darla licked his nose. "Cool it a second, huh? Let my batteries recharge."
"Damn it, I wanna come!" Rick grabbed the girl under her arms, trying to lift her up and down on his cock.
Darla giggled, dead weight in the boy's arms, dead weight in his lap.
"Well, fuck you!" Rick bellowed, and suddenly it was as if he were exploding. Like a wrestler throwing off an opponent, he rolled Darla aside and slid out from under her.
Laughing out of control, Darla was helpless as the lust-maddened youth bent her over the back-rest of the car seat and mounted her from behind. Her torso dangled over the back of the seat, her head, hair, and tits hanging toward the floor. Her body appeared to be jackknifed over the seat, her ass up so high that the boy had to stand up to fuck her. As he drove his long, thick, juice-dripping prick up her cunt from behind, she grunted and gasped as if with surprise.
The boy sighed as he buried his cock in her. "Oh, yeah, hot tight pussy!" Gripping her naked hips, he began to hump, working his long cock in and out of her. Pussy juice dripped from his long, sliding prick. He rubbed his lower belly against the girl's ass as he fucked again and again into her pussy.
Darla managed to brace her hands on the back seat. Her long hair still dangled toward the floor, but she wasn't completely hanging as she had been. She breathed heavily, as if out of breath.
"Fuck you!" she gasped.
"No, fuck you," Ricky growled, driving his cock in viciously. "I'm gonna blow your guts out when I come, baby."
"Animal!" Darla said, wiggling her ass wildly as the boy reamed out her pussy hole. "Big dumb old donkey!"
"Sow!" Rick said, panting as he humped faster, his huge prick fucking in and out of the girl's wet cunt. "Whore!"
Darla laughed, jerking her ass backward to meet the boy's hard thrusts. She rotated her upturned ass against his abdomen, helping him fuck her.
Cindy wasn't sure what to make of this. One second they were calling each other names as if they wanted to kill each other. The next second they were laughing, gritting their teeth and fucking as if they couldn't get enough of each other. The faster Rick fucked Darla, the more she wriggled and squealed. The boy's cock resembled a billy club as it fucked in and out of the girl. How could Darla take it? Cindy wondered. And was she really enjoying it as much as she appeared to be?
"Cream me, you horny bastard." Darla looked down over her hip, licking her lips, her eyes following the movements of the boy's loins and cock as he fucked her. She gyrated her ass. "Come on, cream me. Let's see what kind of load you've got."
"I've got more than you can hold, baby."
"Show me, then. Come on, shoot that hot jizz into me."
Cindy strained her eyes, wanting to take in every movement the boy made, wanting to see the veins on his cock and the hairs on his balls. She watched his muscular ass contracting, saw the muscles of his body tighten and define themselves as he thrust. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have Rick mounted on her own ass, to have his huge prick fucking in and out of her. The thought was enough to make her shiver, both with fear and excitement. She rubbed her pussy through the crotch of her shorts, working the heel of her palm up and down. Her pussy lips were swollen like balloons, and her crotch steamed.
Rick tossed his head and chewed his lips. His eyes were slits, his face turned upward. All his strength and concentration appeared directed into his loins and through his long cock. In and out, in and out, he fucked his prick, ramming his hard loins against Darla's ass, fucking his cock deep inside her.
"Yeah, mmn yeah!" he grunted, breathless as he fucked the girl's pussy faster and faster, his belly smacking her naked ass like a hand.
Darla panted, gasping and grunting with the youth's relentless thrusting. "Oh, God, oh, fuck!"
"Ohhh, fuck you, fuck you!" Rick fucked even faster, his prick pistoning, his heavy balls flapping.
Juice ran out off Darla's pussy, dripping from her cunt-hair, dribbling down her legs. "Ohhh, Rick, give it to me!"
Rick slapped her ass. "Tighten it, tighten it!"
"Ohhh, cream me!" Darla growled, grinding her ass against the youth's lower belly, churning her cunt around and around his cock. "Cream me, oh, please!"
"Oh, shit!" Rick became motionless for a moment, his back arched, his loins thrust forward, his cock buried to the hilt inside the girl. Then he started to shake. "Take it, baby! Oh, Christ!" His body jerked as he pumped his cum into Darla.
Darla gibbered excitedly, wiggling her ass, milking the jism out of the youth. Suddenly she threw her head back, her eyes rolling ecstatically. "Oh, Ricky, I'm coming!"
"Fuck youuuuuu!" the youth growled, collapsing on top of the grunting bitch as he poured his hot fuck cream into her.
They shook together as the spasms wound through their teenaged loins, the boy spurting his hot jism into the girl's clutching, sucking pussy.
"Oh, shit!" Rick moaned. "Fuck!"
Cindy's eyes gaped, rolling back in her head. She clawed at her aching, burning, juicing pussy as the spasms began in her own loins. Rubbing the heel of her right hand vigorously up and down between her legs, pinching and kneading her nipples with her other hand, she brought herself off, holding her breath so she wouldn't cry out with pained pleasure. It felt so good, almost too good. She wondered if Rick and Darla were feeling as good as she was, or whether they were feeling even better.
Rick plunged his flexing prick in and out, his thick white jism dripping from his prickshaft and from Darla's hairy, spasm-wracked cunt. The coupled fuckers moaned loudly while Cindy moaned silently to herself.