Chapter 1
"Oh, sock it to me!"
Patty Worth's voice was a low moan as she arched her body up to the invading hands. It always surprised her how much she wanted it, how night after night she never seemed to get enough. Something in her body seemed forever to yearn for the invading touch, the spasm of the deep orgasm.
She spread her legs wide and felt the hand go up under her skirt and between them. Little moans were coming from her mouth as she sucked at Randy's tongue. She wished he were in her right now, wished she could feel the thick thrust of his heavy tumescence against the heavy folds of her silken little box at this very moment.
She reached down and stroked his hand and then guided it to the top of her panties. Some nights Randy was slower than others. She writhed on the blanket, lifting her little butt so that he could drag them down.
There was enough moonlight so that he could see the effect of what he was doing. She watched him pause as the panties cleared her soft thighs and stare down at what he was doing. His breath was heavy now and his eyes shone hungrily.
"Hurry!" she begged.
Patty had no idea whether it was being feminine or not to show so much desire but she didn't really care. Her body seemed always to out-distance her on these matters and if she had been the perfect lady every step of the way, it would never happen in time enough to do her any good. If, for that matter, she had been the perfect lady, she would never have been there in the first place, lying on the blanket beside Randy's Mustang, the radio playing softly, parked deep in the woods outside town where they had driven earlier for this express purpose.
"Hurry," Patty moaned. "Undress me! Strip me down!"
The panties were gone and then for a moment, he had hesitated as though wondering what to do next. She egged him on with her voice telling him in flat syllables what they would do when he had undressed her. It excited him. She felt the hammering of his pulse against her breasts as he unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing and drew it off her arms.
It was a ridiculous way to get undressed, she realized, almost laughing. What an order! First the panties, then the blouse. What next? That was clear in Randy's mind however for he had already begun fumbling at the catch of her bra.
"You want to see my boobs?" she asked softly.
"I want to see all of you," he whispered his voice soft with hunger.
"Undo me," she murmured, rolling over.
He undid the catch of her bra and she held it against her with her hands.
Sitting up, the bra still held to her by her hands, the white down of flesh bulging around it, she met his eyes for a moment and then dropped her hands and took the bra with her letting her heavy breasts pendulum down and forward.
Randy gasped. He was still enough of a boy at nineteen to be deeply aroused by erotic sights. But he was man enough also to take care of her, she had found that out. And Patty took a lot of taking care of when she could get away. She couldn't always get away, she had told him that from the beginning. Sometimes she had to miss a week at a time but she always came back and she made up for lost time while she was there.
With a little moan, he drew her up against him. Her long blonde hair was free, spilling down over her soft breasts. They were pendulous, heavy globes with the most tiny delicate pink coral nipples Randy had ever seen. Those nipples now were hard with hunger and pointed with passion. They seemed to beckon him.
Randy's mouth found a nipple and Patty lay back, drawing him with her. He fell with his mouth against the breast biting and sucking while his hand plunged under her skirt once more. She felt his fingers touch moisture as they moved up between her thighs and was relieved when after one quick stroke of her little bush, he found the skirt catch and undid it and drew it off her.
Now she was the way she wanted to be.
"You're beautiful," he said huskily, looking down to where her ripe, slender body seemed to glow in the moonlight with a light of its own. There was an opulence about the heavy breasts and firm rounded bottom that belied the slenderness of legs and waist. She was actually a slender girl-but at the same time definitely stacked.
For a moment it seemed that he would never stop staring. There was an adoration in his eyes that made Patty a little uneasy. It was sex that she wanted right now-not love. Love, particularly with Randy Harrel, would have complicated her life immeasurably at this time.
Well, the best thing to do was to take his mind off of his emotions. And the best way to get his mind off of his emotions was to put them somewhere else.
That was easy.
She lay there looking up at him a moment and then arched her body to thrust her breasts up to him, the tiny nipples hard and firm with her hunger. Her hands came up to stroke her own breasts, cupping them and squeezing and finally seizing the nipples between soft fingers and squeezing them.
There was something unbelievably erotic in the way she touched herself. Randy's eyes shone with hunger.
Patty didn't leave it at that though. She writhed her hips on the blanket, opening her legs to afford him little glimpses of her wirey little pubis and secret, tiny glimpses of soft pink flesh housed between her thighs.
Randy groaned with hunger and reached for her but she rolled over out of his way, teasing him and at the same time flashing him a view of rounded white buttocks, skin soft as butter, crevice deep and shadowy and suggestive.
With a low moan, Randy fell across her, not even sure what he was doing anymore; only knowing that his body had to establish contact with hers.
She felt the heavy pressure of his rod against her thigh as he buried his face in her neck, half-biting, half-kissing her. It felt delicious.
He dropped his mouth, biting a rounded haunch and a wave of delirious ecstasy washed over her. Randy was going to make a good lover, given a little time.
But she wasn't sure how much time she had. Patty gave a perplexed frown at the thought and then rolled over on her back, facing him, her eyes shining with hunger.
"Do you want it?" she asked softly.
"You know I do."
"Do you want it bad?"
She was teasing him now, punishing him for being so slow on the uptake. Sometimes he felt very young around Patty, almost a little boy, even though she was just seventeen. Or at least that was what she said. He couldn't be sure, didn't even know where she lived. She came when she came and made him promise not to ask questions. That was easy to do at first when he was just hungry for her. Now that he was in love....
"Do you want it bad?" she asked again, spreading her thighs quickly and closing them to flash him a glimpse of the pink little box surrounded by its curling aura of moist brown hair. "Oh yes!" he groaned.
She reached down, stroking herself with her own fingers and saw his eyes light up with impossible hunger once more. And now suddenly he was out of control. His strong young fingers began tearing at his clothes as Patty lay there watching, stroking herself to beguile him.
His shirt came away as the buttons snapped and then he was towering over her prone body as he stripped his pants down over lean, hard young hips.
She saw what she wanted now, the proud, jutting thrust of his heavy prong.
He stood there a moment as her eyes moved up the length of his body, watching it gleam in the moonlight. That was what she wanted. She felt hunger crawling through every pore of her body. And it was good. She was glad she wanted him so much. She felt free and alive with the vital sex energy coursing through her body.
"Give it to me," she groaned. "Now!"
With a low sound in his throat, he dropped down beside her and drew her into his arms once more.
She felt the heat of his own body now against her own naked skin. It was good. It had been so long! Her mouth parted to his tongue and she was sucking him as though she would drain the life from him. His hands found breasts and then dropped lower to where the tight white thighs cupped the dark pelt. "Do it!" she groaned.
His fingers were there now, probing inside, hurting her a little with the force. But she welcomed it. It was wonderful to feel again, know the heat of a young body against you. His rod was jammed against her thigh as his fingers probed her wet little box, diving deep, deep into her so that she felt the spasms of delight deep in her young belly. It was like coming back to life!
"Hurry! Do it!" she begged. "Jam that big thing in me!"
And he smiled down at her, his strength on him. He was in control now and he was male enough to take his time and make her wait a little.
His hands teased her little box once more and then he flipped her over on her belly and his fingers stroked and teased the rounded flare of hips.
She went out of her mind with the sensation. It was like fire flowing through every cell of her body. She arched the full buttocks up to his stroking and his fingers clenched a moment in the round firm flesh and hurt just enough to be good.
With the same hand, he rolled her over on her back so that she was looking up at him.
"Do you want it?" he asked softly.
"Oh yes!" she groaned.
"Do you want it bad?"
He was feeding her her own words, making her eat them. She loved it.
"Oh yes!"
"Well, beg me!"
For a moment fire flashed in her eyes and then she yielded, glad to be dominated.
Her eyes were fiery, her full young breasts arched up to him as her hips writhed against the blanket.
"Please," she moaned.
"Please what?"
"Please stick that big thing in me. Give me all of it! I want you to!"
"More!"
Hunger surged in her and fought with rage for a moment but she knew he was in command.
"Please, darling! I want it! I've got to have that big thing inside me!"
To emphasize her need, she reached down and cupped her little box in her hands arching it up to him as her legs spread.
It was that motion that sent him out of control. With a groan deep in his throat he fell on her and with a little tingle of triumph, she felt him fumbling at her loins as his mouth covered hers.
His heavy prod was up against her and he reached down with strong fingers and spread the soft lips and then with a single heavy demanding motion, thrust himself deep inside her little slit.
It was painful because she was small and yet at the same time, a delirium of sensation wrenched her.
With a low moan, she drove upward in turn, impaling herself on his jutting rod, forcing him even deeper, the pain notwithstanding. She had to have it. She had felt dead too many nights and she didn't know when she could get back after tonight.
"Do it! Hard!" she groaned.
But he was way ahead of her, moving even as she said it, driving in deeper yet and beginning to revolve his hips in that screwing motion that gave the act its name. Her body responded, matching his motion, the two of them grinding now into the same beat.
"Faster!"
His heavy loins thrust downward and the wirey brush of his pubic hair on her naked belly told her that he was in her all the way, that there was no more he could give her.
But that was all right because with each wrenching throbbing motion, he was touching bottom now.
And that was the best way-when they were so far, so deep in you that there was no denying their presence. Then you could relax and accept and let the good times roll.
She arched her back and slid her own hands up under her buttocks cupping them to thrust her higher and give her leaverage at the same time.
Above her, the stars in the night sky glistened and it seemed that the starlight was drifting into her body in waves but she knew it was not that: it was the waves of hunger drenching her as his heavy rod plunged ever deeper, ever faster.
"Give it all to me!"
"Take it!" he snarled almost as though they were engaged in a duel. And in a way they were because he had to dominate, to force all her inhibitions aside and give her the desired climax. He was struggling against the basic feminine inertia and something in him recognized this unconsciously.
He drove deeper with a certainty beyond his years, each throbbing motion bringing her now closer to the inevitable brink.
"More!" she groaned.
His fingers reached under her, replacing her own hands so that he could draw her tighter as the climax neared. He wasn't about to have any mistakes. He knew that each encounter was a test and he wanted to pass this test because there was something he wanted from her.
But first....
His body arched and the sweat gleamed on his young strong arms as he surged against her. His hands clenched in her hips, holding her tight as he brought her inevitably to the brink. His hands were cruel back there but she loved them.
And they clenched now harder and felt the soft flesh bruise as he drove ever faster, ever deeper. There was an inevitability about it that lifted her out of herself, and let her know that she was no longer in control. And this was essential to Patty.
Her body was moving with a fury of its own driving up to him, drinking him with every motion. She was glad that she was small down there because she could close on him, clutching him tight and making him give her what she wanted.
Faster, faster, her young body surging up to him, out of the control of her mind, surging upward and out as though to engulf the stars that shone above her head, the light shimmering on the blonde hair that streamed over her full breasts.
If he had stopped to look, he would have been so entranced by the flowing hair and brown eyes gleaming in the starlight, the full lips clenching with the effort, teeth clamped finally in the lower lip as hunger flooded her-he would have been so entranced that he would never have finished.
But there was no chance of that. His loins were burning now with the fury of his need.
With a cry deep in his throat, he drove downward with a piercing lunge.
And this time he held and did not move again, the full weight of his body focused on the tip of his heavy rod and that embedded in her to its full length.
For a long moment, they were frozen like that and then she felt the volcano erupt inside her. It was as though his whole body exploded at that one point and the hot juices swirled into her.
And as they did, she felt her own body come unglued and the fire burnt through her in waves. It wasn't one climax but a series of jolting explosions that matched the spasmed efforts of his own rigid body. It was as though they were for the time plugged into the same socket. Each spasm sent new waves of climax over her until it seemed her whole mind was washed away in the surging thrill and moved out among the stars to vanish in peace.
With a groan, Randy emitted a final spurt and fell forward against her breasts.
His breathing was rapidly famished. His whole body shuddered with the effort he had endured. It was like embracing a live steam engine. She felt the power surge through her and was thrilled by it, so thrilled that she vanished once more out among the stars.
She didn't know how long she stayed and she felt near exhaustion, a peaceful, blissful exhaustion, when she came back. But by then her young powerhouse had come to life once more. He seemed bent on proving to her that he could do the job of maintaining her sexually. Her small box felt the surge of his erection and her body began to tingle once more in spite of its tiredness.
It was good to be taken like this and then have more demanded from you.
Already he was beginning to move in surging thrusts that left her no choice but to comply.
"More," she heard herself groan but there was no need to encourage him. He was moving again with the pounding fury that brought her admiration each time. His body a taut bow with the arrow deeply embedded in her white little belly.
And fury exploded again and he was pounding, pounding against her like the sea in great surging waves. And again she was drawn out of herself and her body responded, surging against him with the same urgency until they froze against each other.
And the white-hot waves of the orgasm lanced her until she was completely spent. Her mind vanished once again and for a moment she feared that it would never return. But then she didn't care and simply gave herself up to the white peace that engulfed her.
She had no idea how long she was gone but when she returned to herself, he was beside her, leaning on an elbow looking down at her soberly.
She blinked and smiled up at him dreamily, her hand reaching out to stroke his young flanks.
"Was it good?" he asked.
"It was wonderful," she murmured.
He paused a little uncertainly.
"And you really like me?" he asked.
"Of course," she murmured tenderly, but her eyes were suddenly wary.
Here it comes, she thought.
"Then why don't you tell me more?" he asked.
It was hard to do now, hard to come back into the role she had prepared for herself, to be firm when her body had just-been so yielding.
"I told you, darling. I can't!"
"But I only see you every so often and I don't have any real control of the times. You just appear then you're gone. I want you to really be my girl and not just show up for a time every once in a while to-to-"
The word he started to say was a coarse one and she was glad he didn't use it to describe what had just happened.
"It's not just that," she said tenderly.
"What is it then?"
She searched her mind frantically for the necessary lie. Because it had to be a lie. There wasn't any doubt in her mind of that. Finally it came.
Reaching out, she stroked his cheek. After all, she had done pretty well carrying it off this long without explanation. She had to give him something now or lose him. And her body would not let her give him up.
"You know I care about you," she said, "but it's not possible to come more often. I'll be honest. It's my folks." She made a wry but convincing face. "I'm a poor little rich girl. And my folks are very, very anxious types. I've been practically in prison all my life."
She let a tear drop at this point.
"That day I started talking to you after school on the corner. That was the first time I'd been able to get away on my own in weeks. They have a man to guard me, they're afraid of kidnapping, too. He's a real thug but I have to put up with it. I don't know what they'd do if they found out-"
Randy's eyes flamed with indignation. "You mean that because I'm not rich and from some snobby family, they would object to my being with you?"
Patty shook her head.
"No, they wouldn't just object. They'd put a stop to it."
Randy's mouth set suddenly.
"I'd like to see them try."
"No, please, darling. Arthur, my body guard, is a real thug. He might injure you. And-and besides if they find out about this, about anything, they'll send me away and I'll never see you again!"
"Oh"
Randy hadn't thought of that.
"Please, let's just go on as we are," she begged, "until we can find a way. Don't do anything to rock the boat or we'll never be able to stay together."
"And you want to stay with me?" Randy asked uncertainly. "Of course."
She made her voice warm.
Randy's voice was husky.
"I love you, Patty," he said.
Dismay shot through her. She had felt it coming but now it was here and it was the last thing she wanted.
"I'm glad," she said however.
"Don't you love me?"
She dropped her head into her hands. "Oh, I don't know. I'm so confused. Please, don't let's talk anymore."
Randy was suddenly all sympathy and put an arm around her to comfort her. She used the mood to get into her clothes and after a moment, he followed suit. Minutes later, they were back in the car headed toward town where he would drop her at the usual corner.
As she climbed out, she smiled at him.
"When?" he asked.
"As soon as I can get away, darling."
She could see that he wasn't satisfied, but there was nothing she could do. She put a kiss on his lips with her fingers and turned away, feeling his hungry eyes on her back as she walked.
Well, it was getting complicated but at least she wouldn't have to think about sex for a few days.