Chapter 2
Dan Lake thought seriously of telling the cashier that he was only looking for his under-aged daughter, but decided against it, fearing he would only look foolish. It was, after all, a G-rated movie and the drive-in had done nothing wrong in allowing her in. He paid his admission, ignoring the puzzled look from the girl inside the cashier's box as the thirty-five-year-old father arrived-alone-for a Beatles movie double-feature.
But Dan didn't have time to worry about what some pimply cashier thought of his intentions ... he had to find his precious Jess before it was too late. If it wasn't too late already!
He drove slowly along the very last row, remembering from his teenage days that this was the only place for serious necking ... there were no cars behind you to watch your silhouettes against the windshield.
"Damn ... there's the car. And right on the back row, too!" the worried father muttered angrily, his fists clutching the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were pale from lack of blood.
His temples throbbing with the coursing heat of his anger, Dan Lake pulled the station wagon onto the grassy area next to the rear chain-link fence. There was just enough room for him to park the car out of the way ... and immediately behind Terry's automobile.
He tried counting to ten, holding his breath, anything to cool his hot-headed temper before he got out of the car, but nothing worked. He could see through the automobile's windows to the screen ahead, and it was more than obvious that whatever they were doing, they weren't sitting up ... damn that punk, I'll break him in half!
He opened the glove compartment and took out the emergency flashlight with the red plastic lens that he always kept there. He switched it on briefly to be sure the batteries were still strong. The car door closed only enough to switch off the overhead light, and then Dan began to walk toward the dented old sedan that he knew was Terry's.
He was over her on the front seat, holding his weight off her wriggling small body with his arms. Jess's long, tanned legs were pointed skyward, her thighs pressing against his sides as she squeezed him anxiously.
"Oh, h-hurry ... before I change my mind!" the naked blonde teenager squealed, shivering with the unaccustomed intensity of her passions. He reached around her slender girlish thigh and gripped the end of his long, thin cock, lifting it and rubbing it along the moist, nearly-hairless slit of her vagina. She groaned loudly at the touch of his cockhead there at the sizzling lips of her eager sex ... and she groaned even louder as the knobbish, lust-bloated head pushed its way between the soft, fleshy folds and into the first tight inches of her cuntal moistness!
"Unnnghhh! God, it's going in ... I can feel it! T-Terry, it's so big ... I don't know if I c-can!" Her voice was nearly an octave shriller than it usually was and though the night was a cool one, she was misted from head to toe with a fine sheen of perspiration that made her golden-tanned skin glow in the soft flickering light from the movie screen.
"Sure, you can ... just relax ... I'll go slow ... that's it ... see, it's going in deeper! Ohhhh, Jesus, it's tight ... tight!"
Jessica was arched off the seat, her pert little buttocks clenched as she pushed up at his long, turgid stiffness. He lowered himself and yet another inch dipped into the moist, tight-gripping warmth of her pussy.
"Ohhh, yesss! Ter-ry. It is going in ... it's going in me!"
She squirmed hotly under his weight, her arms around his back and her legs flailing and kicking the air. Her toes could reach the headliner of the car and they could hear the soft padded slap of her bare soles against the shiny fabric as she grunted and sighed with the first masochistic pains of womanhood!
The teenage boy took a sharp breath and pressed his teeth into his lower lip as he felt the head of his sensitive, lust-swelled prick push hard against the feeble resistance of her maidenhead. Mercifully, she had very little hymen to hold him back ... and with a jerk of his pelvis, his cock was all the way in her!
"Unnnghhh! God, Terr-ry! It's all the way in ... all of it's in me! Ohh, yeah ... I did it! I took it all in!" she squealed with girlish excitement, like a short-skirted teenage cheerleader after the scoring play.
Terry was starting to work up some kind of rhythm now, still holding himself off her in a pushup position, his knees on the seat and his long, hardened erection deliciously working in and out of her tight, warm cuntal grip!
She was moist and hot and his cock was easily lubricated by the oozing wetness of her pussy. The close air in the automobile was heavily scented with the sweet, musky redolence of her sizzling young twat and the pungent smell added enormously to their feverish passions.
Her face was twisted with the agonizing pain, but with that hurtful agony was the bittersweet ecstasy of her first fuck! She moaned loudly as his cock began to work up and down, each sinking thrust of Terry's loins taking it to the hilt in her smooth flat belly. Her pussylips flowered eagerly around the turgid stiffness of his cock, wetly nibbling at the skewering erection as he fucked her again and again.
Locked at the ankles, her legs twisted around his back and her heels pounded frantically against him as she bit her lower lip to stifle the shrill scream of naked arousal that ached in her throat.
'Awww, Terry ... yes, yes!" she hoarsely moaned from under him. "Fuck me, baby ... fuck me with your big cock! Hurt me ... oh, yes, yess! It feels so good ... so good, darling!"
He could feel the tiny, hardened peaks of her pink nipples as the firm, pert orbs of bare breasts rubbed against his chest. She was wiggling so much that he could barely stay on top of her, but he was not about to miss even a single stroke into the wet, warm tightness of her pussy. She gripped his prick with the well-moistened flesh of her taut, virginal pussy-walls, squeezing him lustfully as he crammed every inch of his long, boyish pecker into her, tunneling hotly downward into the steaming wetness of her twat!
Suddenly, he could not hold it back an instant longer ... he had to come or his balls would burst with the seething cream of his lists!
"Oh, shit ... fuck, yes, Jessica ... I'm ... gonna come! Unnghh!"
Jessica watched his face and was unsure what was going to happen. She tensed as she felt his cock throb and jerk inside her ... and then she felt the sputtering eruption of something hot and creamy inside her!
"Awww, Terry ... I feel it! Aw, yes, I can feel it inside me!" she giggled girlishly, wriggling with every suntanned inch of her pert young body beneath his weight. She rubbed her tits against him, squirming from side to side to feel her nipples searing against his firm, muscled chest. Her heels pounded against his back as she felt the gushing heat of his hot, viscous load erupt in her belly again and again until she was sure that he had filled her completely with the warm, sticky liquid.
If it had been any other moment, she could have heard the sound of the door handle being turned ... but it was too late anyway. Much too late!
He had known before he reached the car what was going on inside. There were enough clues that took him back to the memories of his own adolescence ... the windows steamed from the heat of hot, sweating flesh. The slight bouncing movements that the aging sedan made against its worn shocks. He knew before he reached the door ... and still he stopped numbly in his tracks as he saw it all through the passenger's window!
The sight of her and that boy would be indelibly etched in his mind as long as he could take a breath. His wide, bulging eyes scanned the lurid scene as searchingly as the probing eye of a camera....Her legs were naked and tightly wrapped around his back, her pert, firm buttocks upturned beneath him. He could even see the thick, turgid flesh of that boy's wet, glistening cock as it slipped in and out of her young cunt. He heard them grunting and then saw the inevitable shuddering jerk that meant his daughter was being filled with the gushing cream of his balls!
He opened the door, his flashlight momentarily flooding the inside of the car before he turned it to the ground-he could already see more than he wanted to see.
Jessica's small, tear-streaked face peered from around the boy's back. She did not seem to believe her eyes at first, blinking and shaking her head, as if she hoped it was only her imagination.
"D-Daddy! Oh my God ... Daddy!" she screamed, loudly enough that windows began to drop and heads turned several rows away. Suddenly, she was hysterical, her mind not capable of dealing with the incredible revelation. She screamed again and again until Terry, with no other choice, clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Leave her alone, you punk!" he spat hatefully at the young boy, grabbing at his shoulder and yanking him aside.
"Get up, Jessica ... and get your clothes." His voice was surprisingly calm, and that unexpected calmness gave her the strength to face him. She sat up, clutching her shirt to her naked breasts and fumbling on the floor for her jeans.
Terry did not say a word as she wiggled into her shorts, holding her panties in her tightened fist. Her shirt was open in the front as she leaped from the car, sobbing softly but quiet now. Dan Lake closed the door without saying any of the things he had planned to say and followed his daughter to his car. She was leaning against the window, still crying, when he started the engine and drove out of the movie parking lot. He imagined that everyone knew, that all the cars were filled with people who knew his family's secret and were laughing and jeering at him. He clutched the wheel tightly on the brief drive home, searching his troubled mind for something to say ... but the words just weren't there. It wasn't anger or hatred that he felt now ... just sorrow that it had to turn out this way. He tried to think coolly, remembering that whatever he said tonight would follow him the rest of his days.
They were in the drive before he finally spoke.
"Jessica . "Yes, Daddy?" She turned to face him, her cheeks reddened with shame and crisscrossed with the tracks of her tears.
He put his hand on her leg, squeezing her like he used to do when she was a kid. "Jessica, I'm not going to say anything about this to your mother. It'll be just our secret. I have to go off on business for a couple of days, but we'll talk about it when I get back, okay?"
She cried loudly. "Oh, Daddy ... thank you!"
"Well, you're not off the hook, young lady," he said sternly. "You're going to be punished, but I don't know how just yet. I want to have time to think this out ... to get my head clear. Now, you go on inside and go to bed. I think I'll stop by The Redwood for a few minutes."
"Am I driving you to drink, Daddy?" she said in that teasing little-girl voice she always used when she wanted to wrap him around her finger.
"Don't worry about that," he shot back irritably. "One drunk in the family is enough." He saw the hurt look in his daughter's eyes and he immediately regretted having said that.
"I'm sorry ... your mother can't help her problem. Anyway, go on to bed ... now, scoot!" He watched her as she scurried from the car, still barefoot, and raced to the house. She had not changed since he watched her leave the house earlier this same evening. She was the same beautiful little teenager blossoming into a woman. But she wasn't the same and he knew it ... she wasn't a little girl any longer, but a real woman.