Chapter 2
When Joe finally got to the office, the young helper he had hired a month before was lounging almost lazily behind the desk of the small, Used Car agency.
Rick Roberts was what Joe's generation had a tendency to call a smart-ass punk. One of the pot-smoking, smirking, cynical ex-Vietnam veterans, the kind of young males who think the world owes them something because of all the shit America has handed them. But despite Rick's basic superiority complex, there was something about the guy Joe liked, and even envied. After all, Rick was a good-looking, healthy young devil, and Joe sometimes enjoyed hearing Rick talk about loving all that free pussy he was getting.
"Morning, Rick, any sales yet?"
Rick smirked a grin, then slowly took his long legs down from the desk. "Nothing today, boss-man. Maybe we'll get lucky this afternoon and some rich old broad will buy that shot caddy out in the lot."
"Nothing wrong with that Cadillac, fellow."
"Like hell," Rick breathed, then smiled. "But don't worry, I won't tell anybody."
Joe smiled, too. "Listen, Romeo, if you tell half as much as you know about the cars out there as you do all that poontang you say you get, then-"
"What the hell is poontang?"
"Pussy, boy. Don't you know anything?"
Rick's eyes twinkled, and his handsome, animal young mouth moved apart in a sly grin. "Oh, you must mean that stuff I had last night-from a gal about the age of your daughter."
Joe felt a little twitch of interest go through his crotch. But he tried not to show it.
"You better stay away from that stuff, Romeo," Joe said, trying to make his remark sound casual.
"You mean young stuff?"
"Yeah, haven't you ever heard of San Quentin Quail? That's pussy that's too young to poach."
Joe chuckled as Rick gave him the finger in a friendly way, and hoped Rick would go into some detail about what he had really screwed the night before. But Rick didn't because at that moment a damned customer nosed into the lot.
It was almost an hour later, when Rick was back in the office, that Joe brought up the subject again.
"You didn't really have a girl as young as Cindy last night, did you?"
Rick smirked again. "Hell, don't worry, old man. It wasn't your daughter."
"How old was-?"
"She said she was seventeen," Rick interrupted, smiling, "but that little chick wasn't more than fourteen in my book. I oughta know. I fucked a thousand of 'em that young in Nam."
"Where'd you-uh-pick her up?"
"Drive-in I know. Hell, they hang around there like clusters of hot grapes. All of 'em are dying for a man-sized cock. I guess they don't dig high school jocks who pound them for about five seconds and hop off. They like something with a little lasting power."
Joe cleared his throat. "Did you have to pay her?"
Rick actually looked insulted. "Me? Pay for a piece of ass? Not likely, man. Hell, the way that little whore moaned and groaned, she's liable to look me up and offer to pay me for another session."
Joe could feel his prick getting hard in his pants, and he was glad he was sitting down behind the desk!
To his satisfaction, Rick was now in the mood to talk about his adventure.
"You see, man, two or three of my pals clued me in to how it's done. You go to this drive-in with a six-pack of beer. You park off at one of the last order stands and just wait. Pretty soon a couple of high school gals will pull in beside you. They keep the place watched because they know why you're there. If there are three guys, then three gals will drive up. If there's only two guys, then two gals-one guy, one gal. Damnedest neat thing I've ever seen."
"And last night?" Joe breathed.
"Just me-it's faster if you're by yourself. So I'm sitting there and this sexy little chick drives up in her dad's car and parks close enough for me to pinch her tit."
"Was it, ah, easy for you to pick her up?"
"Like the old joke of taking candy from a baby. Hell, two seconds after she got into the car with me she-" Rick broke off, his face flushing a bit uncertainly. "Look, you sure you wanta hear all this? I mean, I know your Cindy is probably a sweet, innocent little gal-and I'm not talking about girls like her.
"These high school girls I'm taking about are probably really little sluts. You know, the kind that wouldn't mind putting out for the whole basketball team, or something. I mean, they'd have to be pretty experienced to want to make out with a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old guy like me."
Joe tried to make his side of the conversation as light as possible. "Go ahead Romeo, you're not shocking me. You think we didn't do stuff like that when I was in high school? I could tell you some tales about one Pam Dawson that would make your hair stand on end."
Rick chuckled. "It was more than my hair that this chick last night made stand up. Okay, I'll tell you how much fun you're missing. Like I said, the second she got into the car she had her hands all over me. You know, slicking her fingers into my shirt and playing with my chest, getting a button loose so she could get down to my belt." Joe swallowed, hard.
"So I asked her if she'd like to go for a little ride out in the country," Rick said, obviously enjoying relating this particular sex encounter to his boss. "She said I could drive anywhere I wanted to, but that she knew a good place to go. A safe place. So she told me how to get out to this deserted farmhouse. Man, you've never seen such a place-four or five mattresses on the floors upstairs, piles of empty beer cans, some dirty pin-ups on the wall. A real little lust-nest."
"A teenaged hangout?" Joe asked, uneasily.
"No doubt about it. In fact, she told me that about six or seven of her girlfriends had parties all the time out there. Sometimes with their boyfriends from high school-and sometimes with anybody who took their fancy."
"Meaning you," Joe grinned.
"Meaning me, buddy. Like I said, we didn't waste a helluva lot of time. That little minx had my pants off me before I could even feel her up."
Joe felt a searing hotness beginning at the center of his balls, and his cock-stone hard and throbbing now was pushing almost painfully against the zipper of his crotch.
"She-uh-she let you do it to her?" Joe asked, huskily.
Rick chuckled harshly. "Shit, old man, you're really out of touch with the younger generation, aren't you? Hell, I didn't fuck her-she fucked mei"
Joe's throat was too dry to speak.
"Like I said," Rick crooned, relishing the memory of how it had been, "she got me buck naked and stretched out, and then she stripped out of her clothes and got me ready for it."
"H-how was that?" Joe managed.
Rick grinned. "She dabbed some vaseline on the head of my big prick, man. All the time she was working her cute little fingers up and down my peter, she was breathing real deep and telling me what a whopper I was down there, and how much she really got turned on by a big one."
Joe had a blinding flash of his own daughter Cindy, naked and on her knees hovering over him with her cunning, soft fingers gently laving his solidly stiffened rod and whispering to him how much fun it was going to be to climb on top of him-to take him, to use him, to fuck him!
"By the time she got my dick oiled," Rick continued, casually, "I was hot enough to screw a brick wall. She was a little thing. You know, small-, boned, little hips, pretty legs, and a couple of perky little tits sticking out and dying to be sucked."
"You say she-uh-screwed you?"
"Right. She crawled on-or sort of squatted over my hips, you know, and worked the head of my prick up into the folds of her pussy. She was a hot little bitch. Oh, man, was she hot for my cock!"
"She liked it, eh?"
"That's hardly the word for it, old man. When she lowered herself, she took my prick right up to the balls. I kid you not. She took every inch I had to give her, and I almost shot my wad right there. I mean, I know it's been a long time since you had any high school cunt, so you'll just have to use your imagination to remember how it feels to have the lips of a fourteen-year-old pussy touching close around your balls, how it feels when you've got every goddamn inch crammed so far up inside a tight, juicy twat that the head of your tool is fitting snug against her womb."
Joe almost groaned just thinking about it!
"She didn't start fucking me right off," Rick admitted, savoring the memory again. "She didn't want me to cum too soon, so she just sat there on top of me for a while."
"What did she do?"
Rick grinned. "She just horsed around a little."
"Damnit, horsed around how?"
"You really do wanta know, don't you, old man?"
"Hell, I don't want you to stop now, if that's what you mean!"
"Okay, okay. She horsed around by leaning over and kissing my chest-or more like licking on me with her tongue. Christ, you talk about something getting a guy hot. Have you ever had a teenaged girl use her tongue on your nipples? Man, mine got as hard as nail heads. She kissed and licked those sonsabitches until I was going out of my brain. All that teasing made my cock get about ten times harder, and the stiffer my prick got, the softer, wetter, and hotter her pussy got."
"Jesus," Joe groaned.
"Then she let me do a little sucking of my own. She pushed her cute little tits right up over my mouth and let me taste 'em. I sucked those babes until they were swollen and pointing. I know how a girl that young loves to have her nipples chewed, and I gave her what she wanted. I found out that she liked for me to put my hands around her tits and squeeze them so that the nipple bloated out like a ripe-red cherry, and then she wanted me to flick my tongue back and forth over the nipple, moving it up and down, around and around."
It was all Joe could do, listening to the oversexed young bastard sitting across the desk from him, to keep from unzipping his goddamn pants and jacking off while he listened!
"I'm not sure exactly when she started fucking, but it was sometime during all that tit-sucking. I guess she got so heated up, she couldn't stay still. Anyhow, the first thing I knew she was pumping up and down on my cock. Man, she was one lusty little cunt. I've had my tool worked on by hot pussy before, but nothing was ever as good as that! Her slit just couldn't get enough of sliding up and down on my big rod-giving me every bit as much pleasure as she was getting. And talk about a tight hole! I thought she was going to squeeze my dick to death with that massaging twat of hers!"
"Did she cum? Joe demanded, helplessly.
"Your mother's ass she came! I think she started cummin' the second she started fucking. All I know is, every couple of minutes, she'd throw back her head and make a soft, purring sound and I'd feel her cunt-muscles contracting like a fist around my cock, and she'd juice off. I liked it when she did that-I think it kept me from shooting off myself for a longer time than I thought I could. Man, there's nothing as much fun as feeling you're really satisfying a young girl like that. Every time she'd get her rocks off, I could feel her hot juices running down over my balls!"
"You worthless bastard," Joe breathed, his lips twitching back in a ragged grin.
"Yeah," Rick smiled, "I guess I'm no damned good-except for fucking!"
"So what finally happened?"
"Hell, I could go on all day! But anyhow, after she'd pumped me for fifteen minutes or so, she was so damned weak with joy that she sorta half rolled off. That was what I'd been waiting for! I rolled with her and came up on top. Then, buddy-boy, I gave that little slut the kind of goddamn pussy-fucking that her teenaged boyfriends couldn't even imagine."
"Put it to her, eh?"
"I just wish somebody had been around with a camera. Christ, I could sell a film like that for a million bucks! Picture it yourself. A girl your own daughter's age with an eight-inch rod rammed up her cunt to the balls, and her legs draped over my naked butt like love-vines! I don't know how long I fucked her in that position, but I think she came a couple more times before I shot. I guess what happened was, I was hornier than I thought, because when I blasted off and filled her pussy with four or five big squirts of hot stuff, I still had a hard-on!"
"You mean you-uh-"
"Fucked her again? You're damned right I did. Hell, wouldn't you? By the time I got through working on that silky slit, I could have shoved a sixteen-ounce coke bottle up her and she wouldn't have blinked an eyelash."
Pack paused, and after a moment Joe cleared his raspy throat and said, "Is that all you two did?"
"All?"
"You didn't eat her, or anything?"
Rick grinned. "Naw, we're saving that for later."
"You mean, you're going to meet her again?"
"Are you kidding, old man? She's been looking for a guy like me. She told me so. She said all the high school gals she knows would rather have sex with an older guy any night of the week than mess around with boys."
"Must be nice," Joe said, almost painfully.
"Mighty nice."
At that moment another customer pulled up into the lot, and Joe was almost grateful for the interruption. As exciting as Rick's story had been, it had frustrated Joe to the point of pain. In fact, the lurid details still had his thirty-five-year-old prick pulsing stiffly, and the ache in his balls was more hellish than he cared to admit!
"Shit, another customer," Rick groaned, rising.
At the office door, the young stud glanced back at his boss with yet another smirking grin. "Hey, old man, if you decide you'd like to try a little young stuff, just let me know. If you can get your ass away from your old lady, I'll show you that drive-in. Who knows, you might even be able to get a hard-on again when you feel some frisky young poon-uh, what the hell was it?"
"Poontang," Joe said.
"Oh, yeah," Rick said, laughing, "good old teenaged snatch!"
When Joe returned home that evening, his very ears were still tingling with the racy story that Rick Roberts had told him. And even if Rick had made up half of it, it still had excited him to fever pitch!
He kept getting vivid pictures in his mind of how much fun Rick must have had plowing between the tender thighs of a girl like that-especially one who wanted fucked as much as he did!
And to think of what was going on out there in the world behind his back made him feel exactly the way Rick described him: an old man!
He had almost forgotten how happy he had made his own wife that morning, and it even annoyed him a little when she met him at the front door with a wide smile, a wet kiss, and a drink.
"Cindy home?" he asked, casually.
"Not yet, darling. Cindy and Billy Wilks wanted to go roller skating after school, and I said they could."
He glanced darkly at Laura. "What makes you sure they did?"
"Did what, dear?"
"That they went roller skating, instead of something else."
Laura looked blank for a second, then laughed. "Oh, Joe, are you still being suspicious of your own daughter. She's only fourteen."
"You'd be surprised what some fourteen-year-old girls can take it into their heads to do these days."
"Maybe other people's kids, " Laura said, "but not our Cindy. I've had long talks with her, you know-and she's-well, she's even more innocent that I was at her age."
"It wouldn't take that Wilks brat long to teach her a few things."
"Oh, really, Joe!"
He decided that perhaps he'd better back away from what he was really thinking, so he put on a phony smile himself and gave Laura a kiss on her cheek.
"I'm a little bushed, honey. Think I'll have another shower and maybe rest a little before dinner. Okay?"
He thought she looked a bit disappointed at that-as if she expected him to leap into bed with her again-but she tried not to show it.
"Have a good rest," she said, simply.
He took his drink to the bathroom with him, and stuck his head out of the plastic curtain to take sips from it while he showered. He couldn't get his mind off Rick's salacious story of sex in the deserted country house with a teenaged girl. And when he did manage to forget that for a second or two, he remembered again how Cindy had come into the bathroom that morning, sticking her trim little ass up in his face.
But at least he didn't get any wild hard-on again, and maybe that was something!
When he had finished in the bathroom, he trotted down to his bedroom and put on fresh underwear. Then he stretched out on the bed and tried to get a little sleep.
That was a laugh.
Every time he shut his eyes, he saw a young girl with her legs wide open and her beaver meat winking wetly and pinkly at him. Sometimes the girl looked like Cindy, and sometimes it was just the face of any young girl in the world!
"What the shit is wrong with me?" he whispered against the pillow. "It's a little too soon for me to be turning into a dirty-old-man at thirty-five!"
When he decided that sleep was out of the question, he got up and hunted a cigarette.
It was while he was standing at the bedroom window, pawing through his pants for a match, that he saw Cindy and Billy Wilks coming through the gate at the end of the back yard. They were holding hands, and he could see that the young boy was bending his head over and whispering something in Cindy's ear.
Joe felt a crackle of irritation or jealousy!-spill down his spine. Nevertheless, he stood there watching them, unobserved as he observed-with almost the same rising excitement he had felt those few days ago when, from some crazy impulse, he had knelt down and peeked through the bathroom keyhole to watch Cindy innocently explore her own pussy!
Cindy and Billy stopped in the middle of the yard, and he sensed that Cindy was arguing with him about something. And then, to his horror, he saw Cindy slowly nod her head and allow Billy to lead her over to the tool shed.
Joe couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that young bastard open the door of the tool shed and lead his daughter inside.
What the hell were they up to!?
He stood there for several long moments, staring down at the shed, the cigarette still unlighted in his hand.
It seemed to him that Cindy and Billy Wilks stayed in that damned shed for an hour!
Finally, the shed door creaked guiltily open and he saw Billy stick his head out as if checking to see if anybody was around. And then he saw Cindy come out behind him, and even from that far away, it seemed to Joe that Cindy had a blush on her pretty little cheeks.
What had that young sonofabitch been doing with Cindy!?
He watched them say good-bye in the yard, and to his churning frustration he had to stand there and watch Billy Wilks give his daughter one of those quick, silly, adolescent kisses that never quite makes full lip-contact.
But in his quickly angering mind, it was as if some horny sailor had bent his Cindy over backwards and driven his tongue all the way down her throat!
Damnit, he'd soon put a stop to that!!
He stood there until he was sure Billy had gone home and that Cindy had come into the house, then he angrily lit his cigarette and stalked around the bedroom like a caged father lion.
It was only when he heard the merry tap on the bedroom door that he came back to his right senses.
"Daddy? Are you asleep? Can I talk to you for a minute!?"
It was Cindy-and despite how furious he had been a few seconds before, the lilting sound of her voice melted him. He snatched up his bathrobe and climbed into it very quickly.
"Come on in, honey," he called.
Cindy came bounding into the room just as he settled into the armchair by the window.
His daughter darted over to him and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him full on the mouth, and her pliant, soft lips troubled him all the way down to his toes!
Then, to his delight, Cindy popped up on his lap, keeping her arms tightly around his neck.
"Daddy, do you think I'm too young to be in love?"
Her face was so close to him that he could smell the girlish softness of her hair, see the twinkle in her bright blue eyes and the sly, curling gaiety of her ripening young mouth.
"You darned sure are too young," he said, gruffly but not unpleasantly. "You're still my baby, aren't you?"
She kissed him again on the mouth, pressing her lips so hard against his that he had to restrain an impulse to really kiss the little imp!
"I think I might be falling in love with Billy Wilks" she said, earnestly. "He says he's in love with me."
"He's too young, too. I don't want you letting that boy say things like that to you."
"Oh, daddy!"
She began to tell him about how wonderful the day had been, how she and Billy had held hands in school, and how they had skated together, and so forth.
He didn't listen.
The only thing he was aware of was the firm way her tempting, beautiful little buttocks were pressing against the upper part of his legs. To his embarrassment, he felt his prick beginning to harden!
The longer Cindy sat on his lap, talking foolish fourteen-year-old girl's talk, the stiffer his ambitious cock grew. Fortunately, the way she was straddling him, he was almost sure she couldn't notice. But every time she moved, the curve of her thinly pantied little ass massaged the length of his bloating prick.
He knew then that if he could get away with it, he'd love nothing more in the world than to make his little Cindy forget the Billy Wilks of the world.
That if there were no neighbors, friends, wives, mothers, police and preachers in the world, he would without a moment's hesitation bury every inch of his horny big cock solidly up the faintly -haired, just pubescent cunt of his own daughter. And then he would show her just how nice her daddy could be!