Chapter 12
"Want to go for a ride?"
Dan dangled a set of car keys in front of Shirley about half an hour later. She had been sitting in the living room, staring with unseeing eyes at a magazine, ever since Dolly and Tom had driven away. Aunt Jenny with her knitting and Mrs. Jameson with her needlework made a few remarks in a desultory tone, but no one seemed much interested in talking. Only minutes before, George Weaver had tucked the annual paint shop report in his pocket and announced that it was so bad it had made him tired. He was going up to his room to relax.
"I hadn't thought of a ride, Dan," Shirley said slowly.
"Why don't you go, dear?" Jenny asked indulgently.
"You've been cooped up with Richard most of the day and it will do you good to get a breath of fresh air."
"Where did you get the car?" Shirley asked.
"George Weaver was kind enough to lend it to me," said Dan, and left it at that. Shirley suspected that George had found Dan in the boy's room and had met Stuffy. It was probable, in the father's eyes, that the dog was no less than beautiful if his son thought so. But it would be like George to suggest that Dan get out of the house and he stay with Richard. Then neither Mabel Jameson nor Jenny would be tempted to look in on the boy unexpectedly.
Shirley agreed to go riding, feeling she had little choice. She said good night and went with Dan out to the car.
They said little in the short drive to the top of a hill overlooking the new highway. The old road that had once climbed its crest had been bypassed in favor of a shorter, lower route for the new road. But it was peaceful up there, with the pines as a backdrop on one side and the undulating slopes down to the dim white ribbon of highway on the other. In the distance the lights of the village of Burrbridge were a pencil-thin line.
"I know you're mad at me," Dan said a minute after he had parked the car in what used to be a wayside rest. "Maybe you've got reason to be. But in our family there was only my sister and myself, one more than poor little Richard can count on, and there was never any question but that each of us would have a dog and that both animals were loved and cherished like humans. I've always thought that was a big part of growing up."
"But Jenny never had any pets, so far as I know," wailed Shirley. "She never had any boarders, either, until I said I wanted them. She'll think I put you up to getting the puppy for Richard."
"The puppy will do as much for your aunt as he does for Richard," Dan said firmly. "The time is coming when you and Dolly will be getting married and will move away into your own homes. Mrs. Jameson had plans for her house. Tom has already left, and time is running out for me. Your aunt should have something helpless and dependent; she's spent all her life taking care of others."
"That's true," Shirley admitted. "But you still should have said something to me first."
It had been a spur-of-the-minute idea, Dan told her. Because they had had no lunches with them, one of the crane operators had mentioned a little sandwich stand on the old road. The place itself was none too clean and the food, to Tom and Dan, was tasteless. But the litter of four puppies in one corner of the room had claimed the attention of all of the highway workers. There was only one Stuffy among the puppies, and Dan felt he had to take him right away or someone else would snatch him up.
Shirley felt his arm go around her shoulders. "Besides, Shirley darlin', you have only to look at anyone with those big, beautiful brown eyes and they'd do anything you asked. Why, I'd even take the puppy back if you asked me, but I know you won't."
Before she could catch her breath, Shirley felt her chin tilted up and Dan's lips were on hers. His caress was surprisingly gentle and sweet, yet his lips were seeking and asking for a response. Without intending to, Shirley felt herself returning his kiss warmly. A minute later, she abruptly realized what she was doing and ducked out of the circle of his arm.
"I don't know, Dan," she said, looking out the window. "J don't think we should ... go on."
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, trying to pull her closer. "You didn't seem like you were having a miserable time just then."
Shirley tried to back away, but his embrace was too insistent. She didn't want to make him mad, so she let him hold her close. She rested her chin against his shoulder and tried to lean far enough away so he couldn't kiss her again.
"I know. It felt good, Dan. It felt real good. But I just have this feeling that it isn't right."
"What are you talking about?" he said, almost shouting. "You women and your feelings. Well, I've got feelings, too. And right here and now I feel like it's right to be with you. And I feel like it's a good thing to do to kiss you and hold you close. And whatever happens after that can't be wrong, either. Not when I feel this strongly about it. Not when it feels this right to me."
"Oh, Dan, are you serious? Do you really mean that?"
"With all my heart I mean that," he said. "And if you don't believe me ... well, I'll just have to find some way to prove it to you."
There was silence between them for quite a while as Shirley thought over the young man's words. Dan certainly seemed completely sincere ... then the pretty brunette began to wonder how much it really mattered right then and there. As time went on she and Dan could explore their true feelings about each other. Right now, sitting alone with him in the car, Shirley had one feeling that she knew was true.
"Is there a blanket in the car, Dan?" she asked.
He laughed. "You're not cold, are you?"
"No, of course not. But I think it would be nice to go sit out under the stars."
The handsome trucker readily agreed and managed to find a blanket in the trunk. After leaving the car, the young couple found a secluded spot on a patch of soft grass. Overhead, twinkling starlight was directed at them.
After a while, Dan turned to the lovely girl. "Have you been thinking about what I said?"
"Yes, Dan, I have. And I think there's one way you can prove your love for me right now."
"Just tell me what it is and it's done."
After that confident statement, Shirley gave her muscular companion a mischievous grin. "Dan, I'd like it very much if you would slip my jeans off and lick my pussy."
The trucker gasped with astonishment. He couldn't believe he had heard right. This was certainly a brazen request! And one he wouldn't mind complying with at all.
"At your service," he laughed. "So why don't you just lie back down right there and let me put my mouth to work where it will do a lot of good."
"Fine with me." Shirley discovered that her breath was quickening in anticipation. Now that she had taken the plunge with her wanton request, she wanted all of it. "Dan, go nice and slow, licking and nibbling everywhere...."
"Don't worry, darling, I know exactly what will turn you into a howling wildcat."
Now that the matter was settled, the frisky brunette stretched herself out flat. Her full chest heaved as she pictured what was about to take place. She knew she had been pretty forward but she didn't care. It's what she fervently wanted-and she was going to get it!
"Now just relax, sweetmeat, and let old Dan take over," the handsome trucker murmured.
A moment later Shirley felt his fingers undoing her jeans. He slid them down off her long, slender legs. The brunette was completely at ease, placing her body at the experienced man's disposal. She grabbed the discarded jeans and put them under her head as a pillow so she could observe all his lewd actions.
Dan crawled between the smooth limbs, lowering his head to the up-raised mound located between white, slightly quivering thighs. For a minute his fingers gently massaged the covered bush and his teeth slowly nibbled on the girl's moistening panties. A sigh of pleasure escaped Shirley's lips as she felt warm trickles of twat juice emanating from her heating womb and further dampening her tiny garment.
"Dan, that feels good," she cooed. "Do more."
To answer her panting plea, the handsome young man took hold of her wet panties with his teeth and gradually drew them off her hips. Then his hands took over and tossed the garment aside. Now her thick brown bush and gleaming pink slit were fully exposed to his admiring gaze.
"Lovely!" he breathed. "Your pussy looks so delicious, Shirley."
"It is, Dan. Taste it and see for yourself!"
That idea was uppermost in his mind. But first his fingers gently stroked her damp, delicate pubic hairs, occasionally allowing the back of his hands to brush against her glistening cunt lips. Shirley moaned with delight, her body heat increasing by leaps and bounds.
"Mmmmmm ... Dan, lick me ... don't wait," she mewled.
The drooling trucker had no desire to wait any longer. He brought his mouth to her dripping entrance and rolled his tongue out. At the first touch of his warm prod, Shirley's back arched and she whined with joy. This was exactly what she wanted-to feel a cool breeze on her almost-naked body, to gaze at the stars, and to have her cunt eaten out by a man who knew exactly how to do it right.
"Yes, you are delicious," Dan whispered, smacking his lips. "I bet I can make a full meal out of you."
"Then do it!" the brunette cried. "Eat up my pussy!"
The frisky young man went ahead and did just that. His probing fingers took hold of Shirley's slippery, pink twat lips and he languidly licked each one. His long tongue rubbed and circled the outer area of her hot honeypot, and tiny slurping noises drifted up into the air as he drank in the increasing flow of love juice. The sweet scent of musk filled his nostrils as he lapped up the syrupy juice.
"Oh God ... yeah, that's it!" Shirley shouted.
"You ain't felt nothing yet," Dan growled.
And to prove it, he moved his tongue to the middle of her gleaming slit and slowly eased it in. The handsome trucker began a succulent journey into the girl's inflamed inner recesses. His tongue snaked its way in, paused to lodge between clenched cunt walls, then with one final push he buried his wet, warm prod deep into Shirley's burning womb.
"Oh shit ... oh my pussy!" she squealed. Grinning with satisfaction at the erotic effect of his efforts, Dan pried open her steaming hole farther and began to lewdly move his tongue in slow circular motions. Shirley watched with breathless amazement as he inserted all of his mouth into her drenched canal. She felt his quick hot breath adding to the mounting flames in her loins. Trembling with wanton desire, the lusty brunette reached down and frantically ran her hands through his dark hair.
"Harder, honey!" she yelled, her voice rising in pitch. "Push your tongue in and out!"
He immediately complied with her desperately expressed wish. By bobbing his head up and down the hard-working trucker was able to brazenly shove his tongue in and out of Shirley's fiery womb in a rapid pistoning motion. The flushed girl's hips soon joined in with the erotic activity. She bucked them up and down, emphasizing the wild tonguefucking rhythm as a wave of orgasmic pressure built up to tidal-wave proportions deep within her aching loins.
"Jesus ... oh shit ... Ohhhh!" the brunette moaned deliriously.
Sensing her approaching climax, the young man increased his vigorous motions. His strong hands reached underneath the bucking girl and he grabbed two soft handfuls of creamy, quivering ass-cheeks. He buried half his face into the steaming passageway, the heat from her inner furnace bathing his face and love-juice coursed down his chin.
Suddenly, Shirley's voice screamed uncontrollably. "Dan ... oh shit ... I can't ... "
Urged on by her hysterical cries, Dan's tongue went completely wild, furiously thrusting, circling, licking, rampaging through her detonating pussy. Only a scant microsecond later, Shirley found a roaring release.
"This is it ... oh Jeeeesus ... Aaaayyyaahhh!!!" the exploding girl shrieked.
Dan held on desperately as Shirley's body wildly bucked and thrashed. Wave after hot wave of orgasm raced through the impassioned brunette. She writhed and squealed her ecstasy, not knowing or caring if she would ever stop coming. The stars blurred and spun above her like a galaxy being hurled out of the universe into a red-misted dimension of desire.
Eventually, however, Shirley managed to claw her way back to reality. Dan released his hold and stood up. Seconds later, he had disrobed, and he stood above the girl exhibiting all his masculine potency.
"Wh-what now?" the young girl stammered.
Before replying, the virile trucker bent down and undid the voluptuous girl's blouse. Her swollen, up-raised jugs sprang free, the erect red nipples jiggling provocatively.
"Now, my love, I'm going to fuck those titties!" Dan bellowed hoarsely.
Shirley gasped, glancing up at his long, jerking cock. "How can you do that? You're ... so big!"
"So are you," he growled. "I'm going to put my dick between those white mountains and shove it up to your mouth!"
Igniting with renewed need, Shirley mewled her agreement. The lusty trucker straddled her heaving chest, poising his inflamed dork at the entrance to her creamy, smooth valley. With a harsh grunt of effort, he slid his swollen member up along her freckled chest until his purpling cockhead popped into view at Shirley's neck.
"Suck it, Shirley!" Dan demanded. "Take it into your mouth and blow it!"
Encouraged by his cheers, the young girl got her first taste of what French-fucking was ail about. She leaned her head forward, her eyes widening at the sight of his red, throbbing meat lodged between the two white mountains of her swollen knockers. His cockhead, pulsating and purple, dribbled pre-cum onto her neck, and the warm, slippery fluid oozed down her shoulders in thin rivulets. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue out and lapped up a small amount of man-juice.
"Is that ... what you want?" Shirley whimpered.
"I want much more than that, twatface!" the lusty trucker roared. "I'm going to shove this pole through your tits and into your mouth! You're going to suck it and like it? What do you think of that?"
"Oh Dan, I love it!" the brunette squealed. "Here, shove it in my face!"
No sooner was the last word out of her mouth when the potent young man lunged his hips forward and fed inch after throbbing inch of thick man-meat into the girl's startled but drooling orifice.
"Guuullfff!" Shirley spluttered as his purple-veined shaft passed between her full, red lips.
"Now blow it!" Dan bellowed. "Blow my pud, you bitch!"
Titillated beyond all reason by his coarse epithets, Shirley immediately followed his instructions. Her smooth cheeks formed two concave half-circles with her blowing efforts. Her panting breath escaped in short, quick wheezes from around his embedded tool. With her salivating mouth, Shirley's tongue furiously lathered the length of his quaking staff.
"Ooooh ... that's it, Shirley baby!" Dan exclaimed. "Now for the next step!"
So saying, the lusty young man hitched his hips back, slowly withdrawing his surging, glistening phallus. When his dribbling cockhead again was poised at the entrance to her smooth, freckled valley, he quickly rammed it back through and once again buried his rod into Shirley's flushed face. He howled with joy as his rock-hard tip banged up against the back of the young girl's tender throat.
"Oh shit ... this is great!" he shouted at the hillside. "Now I'm really going to fuck your tits and mouth!"
Without hesitation, he carried out his threat. By bucking his hips back and forth, he repeatedly plunged his swollen member between Shirley's up-raised jugs and into her warm, drooling orifice. The girl's large, stiff nipples scraped against his thighs with a sensuous friction. Faster and faster he went in a steady mouth-fucking rhythm.
"How do you like this, cunt?" he roared. "Like the way my dick's battering your face?"
All the flushed brunette could do was splutter frantically in reply. Her face was ravaged by his constantly thrusting prick, and she concentrated her entire being on it. The wildly erotic activity had caused her womb to again fill with warm, cascading pussy juice.
"Oh my God!" Dan howled. "This ... is ... I'm getting so ... hot!"
Suddenly, a thoroughly depraved thought entered Shirley's fevered mind, yet it caused her to become even more excited than she already was. With an effort, she pushed the prodding phallus out of her mouth.
"Dan ... have you ever fucked a girl ... up the ass?" Shirley breathed.
"Is that what you want, honey?" Dan said hoarsely, his eyes bulging with astonishment. "Don't worry, sweetmeat, I'll show you how it's done!"
"But I'm not sure...."
"Too late now ... shut up!" Dan roared. "Turn over and stick that pretty ass in the air!"
The pinned brunette had no choice but to reply with his forceful demand. She rolled over onto her stomach, and shuddering with anticipation, she raised her hips up. Immediately, the inflamed trucker spread apart her succulent buns and used his finger to tease the rubbery circle of her asshole.
"Oh! Ohhh! Dan that feels so good!" Shirley mewled.
"See how this feels, bitch!" he bellowed.
With that pronouncement, the dark-haired man brought the tip of his bulging cockhead in line with the young girl's tiny hole. Without hesitation, he slid the glistening pole past her steaming entrance and began to fill up her ass with all of his thick, potent prong.
"Eeeeeeee!!!" the brunette squealed. "It's so big ... can't take it all in!"
"You're going to have to, damn it!" Dan shouted. "Because I'm going to come in your ass!"
Thrilled by his prospect, the moaning girl thrust her ass back, her clenched hole swallowing more of the invading tool. She believed any moment that she would split in two-yet she didn't care. All she was conscious of was the wonderfully erotic feeling of having a man's bulging pecker embedded deep into her hungry, moist asshole.
"Do it, Dan!" she screamed. "Hump my ass!"
The impassioned trucker was beyond words. Knowing he could not control his pent-up, swirling load for long, he initiated a steady ass-fucking rhythm. Soon he was in a total frenzy, his hips bucking out of control. Shirley joined him as a fresh wave of orgasm hovered at the breaking point.
"Shirllliiieee ... here I ... Ohhhhhh!" Dan roared.
An instant later, the first spurt of his boiling jism rushed into her accepting asshole. Shirley was only vaguely aware as her own body achieved its sweet release.
"Me toooooo!" she squealed hysterically. "Again ... I'm comiiingng ... Aaaaiieeee!!!!!"
They thrashed and humped together wildly, both part of a spinning universe of released lust. Wad after wad of white cum piled into the girl's ravaged asshole she bashed her hips against his exploding meat.
Some time later, Dan collapsed with a groan. Then the two lay back, gazing at the stars, knowing a good part of the night was still ahead for more fun and games.
But their evening together was ruined with Shirley's realization, based on what she had seen and heard earlier that night, that Dolly had run off with Tom. Shirley and Dan raced to the station, in the hope of stopping her and saving her from making a terrible mistake. The train for New York had just pulled out, but with great relief they found Dolly sitting in the station, where Tom had abandoned her. She was disconsolate but also defiant-she would never return home again, to "that small-town, provincial little hole-in-the-wall," as she called it. She was, she claimed, going to get on the next train to New York and "stay there," she added defiantly.