Chapter 2

Kathy and Roger were in the kitchen drinking glasses of iced tea when Marylynn and Gordon entered. Marylynn had her satin, thin bathrobe tied tightly around her with a scarlet cord, which only accentuated her lush curvaceous body, making Roger grin in appreciation. There was no getting around it, he thought as he drowned his leering smirk in his drink-Marylynn was one fine piece of ass, and sister-in-law or not, he wouldn't mind poaching on Gordon's property given the chance!

Gordon was carrying a suitcase, his expression that of being harried and slightly upset. It matched the drawn features on his wife's lovely face, the trapped-animal look in her eyes, the nervous clutching of the robe's collar to her breasts.

"Father's having to go away for a few days," Marylynn said to Kathy. "I'm going to get dressed now and take him to the airport."

"Another trip?" Kathy was shocked; why, it only seemed like yesterday that he got back from one!

"You don't have to get dressed," Roger said to Marylynn. "I'll take Gordon to the airport."

"No, you really don't have to, Roger," Marylynn protested.

"I'd like to. I'm going to Frankie's anyway, and it's not that much more out of my way."

"Well...."

"Sure, Marylynn," Roger said as if the matter was settled. He stood, wiping his hands on his pants. "Ready, brother?"

"Ready." He turned to Kathy. "Good-bye," he said, smiling awkwardly, and then bent over and kissed her on the forehead. "Be a good girl and mind your mother."

"Aw, Dad...."

"Gordon," Marylynn started, and then swallowed hard. She was acting like this was the first time he was going, her insides churning with her still fevered desires, her loins and breasts hot with her frustrated arousal. She hugged and kissed her husband almost maniacally, and then, wiping away a tear, she allowed him to leave with Roger. "Good-bye ... ." she whispered as she heard the old Chevrolet drive away, somehow portending that when he returned, his wife and family would not be the same.

"I think it's a crime, the way Dad's always gone," Kathy grumbled, "Why, he's never home! Never!"

"It certainly seems that way at times," her mother agreed. "But we have to remember that he's doing it for us, and it's less pleasant for him than for us."

"You say that, Mom, but you don't really believe it, do you?"

Marylynn winced inwardly at the telling remark. It was hard to be coldly analytical in a situation as emotional as this. She had to remember, however, that it wasn't good to display her marital troubles in front of Kathy, for it only hurt the family needlessly and certainly didn't solve anything. She tried to smile, and it came out forced and shallow. "Well," she said, "Well, what is, is-and there's no use crying over it, is there?"

Kathy remained sullen. She loved her mother very much, but they were always trying to cover up what was so obvious. She would have liked very much to talk things over with her, really become more than just mother-daughter, and like the friends she felt she'd like to be with her mother. But that was not to be, she could tell; she was still a little child in her mother's eyes, and probably always would be, even after she married and had a string of children herself.

"Tell you what, Kathy," Marylynn said in a little more sprightly voice. "We can go down to the drive-in restaurant for dinner if you like ... Make it sort of a night out for us."

"Gee, I'd love to, Mom, but-"

"But ... what, dear?"

"I've got a date tonight, with Gary."

"A date? With Gary?" Marylynn sounded both confused and dismayed.

"Sure, Mom. Gary Coren. I told you about it last Wednesday. Don't you remember? You said I could go."

"Oh." Marylynn frowned, and then smiled tentatively. "Oh, yes, Gary! The new boy down the street. You went out with him last Saturday night, didn't you."

"That's right. He lives in the old McBain house on the corner. His father's a widower, you know, transferred up from Mill City. That's why they're living here now, and Gary's in my school. A senior, but he still--likes me."

"My, isn't he a little old for you, then?"

"Only about three years, Mom. Don't worry, I'm a big girl."

"Well, I'd hoped you'd stay with me tonight, seeing that your father's gone ... ." She sighed wistfully, knowing that it wasn't to be."

"Mom, you said I could," Kathy protested. "And I'll be home early, I promise. Please, Mom, please!"

"I'm being a selfish old lady, aren't I?" Marylynn said, braving a broad smile. "It's your time to be out and having a good time. I already hooked my man, I guess you should be looking for yours."

"Gee, thanks, Mom! I have to get dressed now, because I'm supposed to meet Gary at his house in less than an hour!"

Marylynn looked at her lovely child tenderly as almost naked, Kathy padded down to her bedroom in her bikini. Marylynn had to admire the radiant, tanned body, the lovely blonde hair fanning out behind her head, at the way Kathy's conical breasts beat with the rhythm of excitement for this boy, Gary ... and yet, she couldn't help fearing that perhaps Kathy was emerging a little too fast into maturity, and that she wasn't experiencing her childhood as long as she should. And then Marylynn had to laugh, for Kathy couldn't grow up too fast; it was only this younger generation spinning faster than her own had, that was all. Kathy was certainly not the mental innocent that she had been at fifteen-but she was still as physically innocent, and that was the most important thing. May God protect her from the same mistake that she, Marylynn, made! Her marriage had been a good one, and she wasn't sorry in the least for having married Gordon, but still there was the stigma and guilt attached to having had to get married, being pregnant at the time.

With another long-drawn sigh, the beautiful young woman lifted herself out of her chair and started puttering around the kitchen. There was very little cleaning up to do, but it would give her something to do. She hoped that there would be something decent on television tonight....

Kathy showered quickly ,and then went to her dresser for a clean pair of panties and a bra.

She looked at her naked body in the mirror over the dresser, examining her young, firm ripeness and at the contrast of her white "tiger stripes" where her bikini had covered her. She swept away the long blonde hair from her shoulders and critically studied the creaminess of her breasts with their pink rosettes and nipples, then raised her arms over her head in a classic pose and stretched her breasts, letting her eyes appraise them, her cute little navel, and then down to the outline of her puffy pink little vagina lips as they peeked coyly through the honey-colored fleece of her pubic hair. Giggling again at her brazenness, Kathy pirouetted lightly and looked at the dimpled roundness of her satin thighs and buttocks, the rippling muscles in the back of her tapered legs, and she was pleased.

In another few years, I'll look even more like Mother, she thought proudly. Mother is so beautiful a woman....

She bent down to open the top drawer of the dresser, and again she was able to see the pink, still slightly moist slit of her cunt, but now it was partially open because of her position, and she could catch a glimpse of her little clitoral bud right at the top of her hair-fringed pussy. Seeing it there made her jump inwardly, and an odd tingling started in her loins, for it was her little hard clitoris that she rubbed with her finger at nights, bringing her forbidden but delicious billows of pleasure. She'd never allowed her hand to go inside her cunt, even though the little hole blushed red and flowered provocatively, seemingly wanting to draw a finger or two in its tender, small orifice. Somehow she'd always managed to resist the temptation, wanting only her husband-when she married a boy who loved her enough to want a ring on her finger-to be the very first. Yet even now, staring down at the twitching vaginal lips as they-automatically swelled and misted with little droplets of secretions, she shivered at the way she was having problems controlling her chemistry. Maybe later on tonight, after a heavy date with Gary, she would take off all her clothes and lie down on the bed and play with her vagina, her sex drives worked to a fevered pitch and needing relief.

Yes, and a date with Gary Coren was a heavy one! He was so handsome and masculine-a real dream-boat catch for a sophomore like her. She trembled expectantly as she took out a pair of thin panties, wondering where he was planning to take her tonight, getting chills as she thought about just being with him anyplace he wanted to go ... She slipped on the panties, tugging them up until the smooth round cheeks of her buttocks and the soft mound of her pussy were tight enough to show the crevice between them. Then she put on her bra, a light blue blouse, and a yellow mini-skirt, keeping the blouse outside of the skirt. The skirt was very short, coming almost half-way up her tanned thighs, and as she picked up her comb and brush, she was able to glimpse the slight creases of the elastic leg bands of her panties. An erotic tingle passed through her, followed by a blush at the thought of what Gary might think when he saw her like this!

Perhaps she was too revealing, she thought with a tiny shock-bat that was silly, and besides, she figured that since she was younger than Gary, she had to prove to him that she was almost a grown young woman. She vowed that she wasn't going to let him get away with anything, though-a few kisses, a little petting perhaps, but that was all. If he wanted more, he'd have to go steady with her, and then she wasn't going to let him do more than play with her titties. Kathy had very sensitive breasts, and when they were touched, strange electric-Like shocks went up and down her spine, causing her blood to boil and her loins to quiver; she was afraid of what she might do if she ever allowed a boy to touch her between the legs! She might go right out of her mind, and lose all of her control!

She hurried out of the bedroom, seeing that she was a little late as it was. "Mom! I'm going!" she called out hurriedly.

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss, dear?" Marylynn replied from the kitchen.

"Sure," Kathy said, and went and pecked her on the cheek. "Now, take care," she said seriously.

Her lovely young mother had to laugh at the remark. "You take care," she admonished.

"I will, and I'll be home early, like I said."

"Scat, before I change my mind," her mother said with a smile.

Kathy was gone quick as a wink, her exit a slammed front door. She walked hurriedly down the street, feeling the last rays of the summer sun on her face again, and the shimmering heat which had been soaked up by the concrete sidewalk coming up through her flats. She passed a number of houses before coming to the end of the block and Gary's house, and some of her neighbors were in their yards, sunning or playing or barbequing; she waved brightly at them, and they waved back, the little kids screaming and running around the adults like helter-skelter monkeys. At the corner, she turned and went the few feet to the path leading to the Coren home; it was a smaller house than hers, but then with only two living in it, that was to be expected. It was made of redwood and brick, nestling back among the cool shelter of eucalyptus trees, bottlebrush, and Burmese honeysuckle, the paths and driveway of crushed oyster shell sparkling whitely in the reflection of the sun.

Gary's father, Marcus, was in the front yard, standing and looking at a pile of clippings he'd evidently pruned from his shrubs that day, a smile of satisfaction on his face and a tall, frosted glass in one hand. He wore nothing but a pair of tight black swimming trunks, and his bronzed, hard-muscled body glistened with the sheen of his exertions. His salt-and-pepper hair was cropped short and stood stiffly, like a large hairbrush on his head, and as Kathy came up to him, she felt a small, reflexive shiver move briefly along her spine. Lord, but he was a handsome man, she thought; is this the way Gary will look in twenty years or so? They both had the same kind of alluring features, that captivating quality that made her feel so feminine and girlish. And Marcus was old enough to be her own father, too!

Marcus saw her then, and said: "Oh, hello, Kathy. Gary's inside, all ready. I'll get him for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Coren."

"Call me Marcus, Kathy. After all, we're neighbors."

"All right ... Marcus!" She watched him walk to the house, moving easily with almost feline fluidity, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, and the hard bas relief outline of his manhood straining at the thin material of his swim trunks ... Kathy averted her eyes, blushing as she caught herself staring at the way his penis and testicles seemed to stand out invitingly. God, he's old enough to be my father! she repeated in her mind. Stop it, girl!

"Hi, Kathy!" Gary said, stepping out on the porch with his father. "I hope you didn't mind meeting me here, instead of me picking you up."

"No, not at all."

"Well, you know how it is. I don't have my own car yet, and I wasn't sure when Dad would be back. But it turned out that he never did go out the way he'd planned."

"You got the keys to the car, Son?" Marcus asked.

"Sure do."

"Well, then drive carefully, for God's sake. My insurance is high enough as it is."

"I learned everything I know about driving from you, Dad."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Marcus retorted in jest.

Laughing, Gary and Kathy went and got into his father's Thunderbird, and were soon driving down to the highway which led into the main part of the town. Kathy asked what he'd planned for this evening, and Gary told her that he wanted to take her to dinner at a quiet Mexican restaurant he knew about, and then to a square-dance.

"A square dance?" Kathy asked, taken back a little.

"Sure. Where I come from in Oregon, we had a great time square-dancing. Lots of nice people and good, clean fun. Well, the Baptist Church here is holding one tonight, and I'd sort of like to go. That is ... unless you don't want to."

"No," Kathy said. "Only I've never been to one."

"Well, you'll like it if you give it a try."

"I don't know anything about the calls. That is what they call the steps, isn't it?"

"You're right," Gary replied, nodding. "Calls. But don't worry about them, either, because they're very easy to follow, and hell-that's why they're called 'calls,' on account of the fact they're called out. You can't go wrong, Kathy, and I'll teach you some of them during dinner, all right?"

"I think that it sounds like a lot of fun!" the young girl said excitedly. "A change from a movie or something like that."

"Yeah, well a lot of kids think square-dancing is kind of un-cool, if you know what I mean. But you'll see, Kathy. You'll see that square-dancing is anything but square!"

The evening progressed wonderfully for her, and she ate and drank the Mexican food and wine abandonedly. She was surprised by his idea to go square-dancing, but somehow it made him seem even nicer in her eyes, for there was no hint about being mauled or pawed in some dark drive-in, or other kinds of "excuses" that she'd run into with other boys. How could she be in danger at a Church dance? So she allowed herself to relax her natural guard a little more than she would have normally, enjoying the boy that was with her. Gary was slim-waisted, with long, collar-length jet-black hair which was neatly trimmed, and a face that was pleasant and average and looked like a smooth replica of his father's. It was his smile which was so captivating to Kathy, though; it was sort of lazy and cat-like, as if he knew what he wanted and knew that he was going to get it one way or another. It seemed to light up his whole face, and added a certain luster and intensity to it, and as he smiled at Kathy, the teenage girl thought that he was telling her that he wanted her and was determined to get her.

She was right. Gary Coren wanted to delve into her hot, sweetly tender pussy the worst way, and his mind was working on the best methods to obtain his goal, even though his mouth was speaking pleasantries. He'd had all the easy girls he wanted, but Kathy Hess was another matter, for to him she was just the perfect mixture of spice and challenge. That he'd eventually win and she'd succumb was not a question to him-it was more of a question of how soon and where. His cock gave little leaps in his pants as he savored her lovely young body so tantalizingly covered in her mini-skirt and blouse....

His choice of a restaurant was part of his evil, dark plans for the girl, for the food was hot and salty, and that insured that she drank more of the heavy red wine than she'd normally have done. And leave it to an inexperienced girl to guzzle the wine as though it was raspberry soda; by the end of the meal, she was already feeling its effects.

"Lesh-let's go dancing now, Gary," Kathy said as they walked out of the restaurant. She'd become thick-headed, but had passed it off as the heaviness of the unfamiliar food and the fact that she was having one of the best times she could remember and was naturally excited and giddy.

"Whoo!" she breathed, taking a deep gasp and feeling the clear night air cutting some of the fog in her brain. "I think I had a little too much of that wine."

"Naw, it was the food mostly." Gary lied with a smile.

"I ... hope the dancing doesn't make me get sick."

"Don't worry about it. You remember the calls I told you?"

"Uhhuh. I'm eager to try them now!"

"Then we're on our way!" Gary said lightly, and steered her toward the Thunderbird. They returned much of the way, then cut up a smaller side road which wound up in the hills overlooking the residential area where they both lived. Kathy could look out of the window and see some of the street lamps and lit homes twinkling in the darkness, like stars upside down in a black velvet sky. She knew that up this way were some parking spots where she'd been before, the high school, and an older section of town, built before they put a dam on the river and floods were no longer a threat. She was becoming concerned that perhaps Gary had made up the Church dance as an elaborate excuse to get her up in the hills, when she saw a rather large, white framed church with a wooden steeple and bell tower.

They parked in a gravel lot already -lined with older cars and trucks, indicating the type of parishioners the church attracted, but at the door, she was introduced to the Reverend and Mrs. Plumperton, an elderly, happy-faced couple who seemed truly pleased to meet her. Then followed a long line of other people, some old, some younger than Gary, some about his own age, none of whose names could she recall five minutes after making their acquaintance.

The four musicians on the small stage at the edge of the church's auditorium left considerable to be wished for musically, Kathy thought, but she was able to follow Gary in a simple two-step glide, their tempo consistent and they managed to stay together. The room was crowded and warm, and children who weren't attempting to struggle at dancing were scurrying everywhere. After a few slow, simple dances, Gary said:

"You look a little peaked, Kathy. Would you like some punch?"

"I'd like that, she agreed, and he led her by the hand to the back of the hall where a large metal urn sat on a table with short stacks of paper cups beside it. While he filled two, she glanced around, and wondered out loud: "Didn't you say this was a square-dance?"

"Hm?" Gary handed her a cup of purplish liquid, saying, "Here you are. Oh, it's a square-dance, but that doesn't start for a bit yet. Lots of folks like slower music as well, so the band plays a little of both in sets. Next set will be fast, you see?"

"I see," Kathy said, dimpling and taking the preferred cup. She was thirsty, and mmmm, it was good. Gary filled the cup again, and she drank it down, just as fast as the first. And it was then that a young blond boy approached and tapped Gary on the shoulder.

"What do you want, Leroy?" Gary asked.

"To cut in, what do you think?" the blond boy replied, grinning. He was as tall as Gary, and broader in the stomach, his dark suit covering some of his extra girth. "I seen you weren't dancing with her, so if you don't mind, I thought I'd try a few turns."

Reluctantly, Gary nodded, and Leroy put his arm about Kathy's waist hardly before she could set her cup down. He offered a haughty but charming smile, and maneuvered them gracefully to the floor. They'd move half-way around when someone tapped Leroy on the shoulder, and Kathy found herself dancing with somebody entirely a stranger to her, and from then on it was one long line of cut-ins, ending with Leroy again, who tried to press his huge bulk against her until she was certain that she could actually feel the bulge in the front of his pants pushing against her abdomen.

"Please," she said, endeavoring to loosen his hold on her. "It's so warm in here...."

"What's the matter? Don't you like my dancing?" he grinned down at her, refusing to give an inch.

"You're holding me too tight!" Kathy tried reaching behind her and grabbing his thick, hairy wrist, but that too was useless. He continued to clutch her to him, and she was now positive that she could feel him throbbing against her belly. "Please, please don't ... ." But still his breathing grew heavier and the pulsating of his huge, rock-hard penis beat hotly into the soft flesh of her stomach.

Luckily, it was then that Gary came to claim his girl, and Leroy was forced to turn her over to him, growling as if Kathy was his date, and not the other way around. "Reckon you needed a little help about them," Gary said, looking down into her face, and it was then that she smelled the odor of beer on his breath.

"Have ... you been drinking beer?" she asked, startled.

"Well, a little bit," he admitted. "One of the fellows had to have a bit of help with a bottle he had, that's all. Don't let it bother you, Kathy-I'm fine."

"Well ... ." After all, what was the matter with a few sips of beer, she thought. She wouldn't have minded the same in this stuffy, hot dance-hall herself at the moment.

"Hope you didn't mind all those different partners," Gary went on blithely. "Some places sharing the wealth isn't customary, but not around here. Everybody can dance with everybody else. Hell, some of the girls even ask the boys to dance, it's that friendly here. I really like it, and as new as I am, I'm treated just like I'd been here all my life."

They paused for a few more cups of refreshing punch, and then the music changed to a fast, fiddling tempo. "They're getting ready for the square-dancing," Gary said, as she finished her cup. "Let's join in."

"All right, but I may have forgotten the calls you taught me."

"They'll come back, once we start."

So the young smiling teenager danced, and he swung her in the true country fashion, lifting her right off the floor as if she was a doll in his strong, young arms, until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily to the frenzied music of the fiddler and the excited commands of the caller. And in between, they retreated to the punch table, gulping down the refreshing and in quantity, until it suddenly occurred to her that the drink had achieved an additional tang. Somebody had spiked it! And even though she refused more after that, the combination of whatever alcohol had been added to it and the overdose of wine during dinner made her feel dizzy and in need of fresh air during the very next dance.

Somehow, she managed to finish the set, excuse herself from Gary, and walk outside, wiping their perspiration from her forehead and drawing in deep breaths of the cool, night air as she moved between the parked cars so that she would not be seen. Lord, it would be a fine thing to be caught half-drunk in a church, she thought. What would her parents say? She had no idea that the punch was that heavily spiked.

Her head still swam and she walked quietly, sucking the clean air into her lungs and making a strong effort to focus her eyes. Then she paused, for a sound had come from the car in front of her on the right. Voices. Probably a couple of neckers, which she'd simply pass by ... She took several more steps that brought her up behind the vehicle and then heard a boy's voice say: "Who the hell ever learned you to love like that?"

The answer was a girlish gasp and an exclamation of: "Ohhhh, do that again! It's wonderful! Don't stop! Don't ... stop!"

Kathy's breath caught in her throat. There was a moon and from its light showing through the open window, she was able to distinguish a couple locked in a sensual embrace of naked love-making that caused her to freeze with shock! The girl was lying on her back with her legs raised high in the air, and the boy was sliding down in the seat until his head was between her thighs, his face even with her open loins. Then Kathy heard the girl murmuring words, words broken and swallowed with passion, and she found herself listening, unable to move now for fear of being detected.

"Ohhh, yes, darling! Lick it! Lick my cunt! Ohhhhhh!"

Kathy couldn't believe her eyes or ears, and a tightening sensation caught the pit of her stomach in a knot, and she blinked her eyes to try and clear them from the haziness of the alcohol. The girl had clutched the hair of the boy's head with both hands and was desperately grinding her pelvis up against his face, and for a split second, Kathy thought she could see his tongue lash out snake-like and disappear into the soft, hair-lined slit of the girl's vagina, then little mewling sounds began to emit from the car.

The horribly lewd scene was beyond belief, and she took a step backwards as if she had been struck by a blow. She tired to focus her mind, to think straight, the near overpowering thought that she should intervene and put an end to this wanton display in a church parking lot fumbling for expression. Should she scream, or reach in and tear the lovers apart? My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer, unadulterated lust!

"Harder! Ohhh, harder! Eat my pussy!" Kathy heard the girl exclaim. "Yes, yes ... like that! like that!"

No, no ... It wasn't her affair, she rationalized finally; this wasn't her church, and these weren't members of her congregation, and she was only a guest here, and didn't even know the couple in the car. The best thing to do was turn a way and leave without being heard ... but the salacious sight and sounds temporarily hypnotized the lovely virgin, for she'd never imagined what it would be like to watch two people make love, and suddenly she found it affecting her in a way that she had never dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she be beginning to feel a strange, light-fingered quivering deep between her own thighs, and then the boy was turning and bobbing his head furiously, causing vile, wet sucking noises between the young girl's wide-spread thighs.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" the girl mewled, raising a rash of goose-bumps that rippled across Kathy's flesh, her breasts starting to rise and fall heavily and her nipples distending against the sheer netting of her bra. She could see his tongue once more, working slavishly in slobbering subjugation at the widespread tightness of the girl's cunt, and she could see the passionate contortions of her face above the white mounds of her breasts. Suddenly, he was bringing his hand down into the furrow separating her buttocks, and the girl jerked her legs higher, until her kneecaps were touching her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her naked loins to him. He flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, and Kathy stared as if mesmerized by the scene, hearing a long, low moan escape from the girl as she clenched her eyes tightly shut and lips bared back over her teeth from the obvious sensations racing through her body.

"Ohhhh, don't stop, darling! Don't stop!" the girl whined, writhing her hips furiously at the hot, flicking tongue licking mercilessly between the open cheeks of her upraised buttocks.

Kathy dared hardly to breathe, the rasping which escaped from her own throat and lungs so loud to her that she was afraid that it would give her presence away. Her mouth was hot and arid, and the prurient sensations between her thighs caused her to clamp her legs tightly together, making her acutely conscious of her own wetness, never had she experienced such a contagious kind of thrill before, and the revolting sight not only held her spellbound, but made her flesh throb with a desire of its own. Unconsciously, she reached down and stroked the front of her skirt where the vaginal secretions were flowing, sensuously touching her tingling pubic mound gently, experimentally, quivering from the delightful aching her fingers aroused. The alcohol fed signals of lust to her fevered brain with an intensity with threatened to engulf her, and she lifted her skirt, so that her hand could slowly rub against her tender, wetly pulsing pussy with only the thin nylon of her panties between her fingers and the pink, swollen cunt lips.

Abruptly, an electric charge shot through her, and Kathy nearly cried out as she felt a pair of hard, gripping hands slip around her from behind and clutch her breasts tightly.

"Shh," Gary Coren whispered in warning. He drew her against him, pressing her buttocks to his already erect cock. "What a show, huh?" he continued, moving his penis in the crevice between her quivering moons. "I was wondering what had happened to you, and the Reverend said to me he'd seen you walking out here. I can see why you came here, Kathy. She's really being sucked, isn't she?"

"D-don't talk like that," Kathy hissed over her shoulder. "And take your hands off me this instant," she ordered in a low command, trying to squirm silently from his fingers, feeling once more the grinding of his hard, throbbing cock in her buttocks and the pressure of her mini-skirt in the soft, narrow wetness between her inner thighs. Suddenly the boy in the car stopped, pulled away from the girl's cunt as he raised up.

"You hear anything?" he asked, craning his neck. Gary eased Kathy back in the shadows, still holding tightly to her breasts.

"No," the girl said, "But I don't give a damn if the Reverend himself is getting his jollies watching. Come back here and fuck me!"

The figures in the car were silent and still for a moment, and Kathy was positive that they'd been heard, but then she saw the boy lever forward and begin a slow rocking motion over the girl. Once again, the teenager's eyes riveted upon the lewd naked couple, and she saw the boy arch upwards and his thick, fleshy penis slide toward the girl's waiting pussy; Kathy's mouth dropped open as she watched the girl's long legs come up and around the boy's hips and pull him against her, the cords on the insides of her thighs flexing tightly as she pushed her soft, hair-covered cunt up off the car seat so she could swallow the whole of his virile young shaft in the pink, wet folds of her cuntal hole. A wet viscous sound drifted out as the couple in the auto came together, his cock riding up the narrow passage of her cunt, the two of them starting a lewd fucking tempo as old as the age of Man itself.

Kathy squirmed lewdly around in the passion she was witnessing, and an excited tingling darted menacingly between her own legs once more.

"See there, Kathy?" Gary whispered in her ear. "See, he's fucking her now." Gary slipped his hand up inside her blouse and cupped her throbbing young breasts hard as she gaped at the wet coupling of the two in the auto, and she had to clench her teeth together to keep from moaning helplessly aloud. "See them?" he went on relentlessly. "She's begging for more, her cunt wide open so he can stuff his prick up into it until she can damn near taste it!"

"No," she pleaded, "oh God, don't say such things, Gary." She clenched her eyes shut, fighting the suddenly unchecked sensations which the alcohol intensified into brilliant surges of excitement that made her weak and trembling. Gary's soft fingers nipping teasingly at her nipples, and the hardness of his cock grinding into the cleft of her buttocks brought forth no more denials-only soft moans of near submission from her lips.

"Goddamn, you're luscious," Gary hissed in her ear. "You make that cunt in the car look like a hag, and just look at the beautiful fucking she's getting!"

"Ohhhhh ... ." Kathy whimpered as she felt the evil, delicious feelings course through her body. "Don't touch me like that, Gary ... Please, don't touch me there."

"Shh," Gary snickered. "You love it, and know it."

She sobbed, for Gary intensified his manipulations, and the sounds emanating from the car seemed horribly loud to her now. She tried to pull away, but she wasn't able to overcome the myriad of strange sensations building up in her belly against her will.

She gasped and held her breath, for she felt the hem of her skirt move up her thighs, letting the cool night air whip against her buttocks and pussy, and then Gary's hand was suddenly coming in to make a searing contrast of heated touch as she felt him slip a finger slowly under the elastic leg band of her panties. She tried desperately to free her entanglement, her one hand moving from her loins while her other clung atop the hand inside her blouse that was still squeezing her breast-but neither the desires in her nor the intense needs in Gary were to be denied, and she whimpered as his fingertips brushed the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina, parting the soft, blonde pubic hairs and making contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris. Her whole cuntal area was pulsing from the undesired passions permeating her being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the agonized groan of pleasure that she felt churning deep up in her belly.

Dear God, there was no way of avoiding what was happening to her, and tears of fear and guilt cascaded warmly down her cheeks as in her horror she found herself reacting to the maddening caresses of her breasts and pussy. She was inexcusably wet as he taunted her pink, sensitive vaginal slit, and so weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, unable to contain her raging emotions any longer. She allowed the boy to slide her panties down over her full, ripe thighs to hang at her ankles and expose to his lusting gaze the beauty of her tender, young buttocks and the trembling crevice dividing them with its soft flaxen-like down of pubic curls and swollen lips of her virginal cunt.

"No, Gary ... Don't, please," she begged ineffectually. "No boy has ever ... done this to me before!"

"Always a first time," he whispered wetly, and then he took the hand which was on her breast and removed it, loosening his own pants as his urge to fuck the curvaceous bodied young girl passed beyond rational control. He'd planned to take time with her, but seeing the opportunity, he would have been a fool to pass it up. She'd been watching the couple fucking and beating herself off, and he'd known the moment he'd seen her that she was hotter than the hinges of hell. His burgeoning cock wouldn't have allowed him to stop his advances even if he'd wanted to, and now, the luck of the Gods were holding with him, for shortly she would be bending over and receiving her first taste of cock. He was going to bag a cherry! He knew she was a virgin-he could smell her hymen almost, and damned if he didn't like throwing his cock into a virgin more than most anything else he could imagine. She was all but his already!

"See? " he hissed excitedly. "See the couple fucking and what a good time they're having? Well, we're going to join them, Kathy, right here while we can watch them."

The young, helplessly aroused teenager mewled in abject terror. She'd seen Gary slide his pants down out of the corner of her eye, and she now saw his thick, hard penis as he held it in his hand and began to wedge it between her tightly clenched legs. In a last-ditch attempt to save her virginity and stop his ramming assault, she reached behind her and grabbed his naked shaft, using all of her strength to keep it from entering her. God, it was massive! She'd never been aware how large and hard an erect penis could get, her only views of cocks having been the small little worm-like things on boy babies she'd babysat, or the soft, limp organ she'd briefly seen a couple of times when her father had been naked. But as startled as she was, it was also good to hold, its throbbing fleshly hardness warm and somehow exciting to her ... but she couldn't allow it inside! The chills she received from simply holding a male penis raced up and down her nerves, and instinctively she began to stroke it, massaging the skin tantalizingly back and forth, and she heard Gary gnash his teeth and grunt explosively.

"Christ, don't ... don't do that, or I'll cum! Ohhh, I'm so hot, I'll burst my balls!" he gasped frantically. And then Kathy felt a warm wetness on her bare thigh, and wondered if that was his cum, but his cock was still hard, so she figured it had to be the lubricant that men produce. She tried to recall more of her sex class lectures, and the books she'd read....

"I-I won't be able to wait any longer, I tell you," Gary hissed jerkily. "Stop it, or I'll shoot my wad all over your panties and legs!" He fought madly to reach the mouth of the thin hair-lined slit between her thighs, yet all the while, Kathy squeezed and rubbed his penis in a desperate fight to save herself. Suddenly, he gave forth a harsh groan as though struck with an arrow in his back, and she felt his cock expand and contract in her hand, a hot, sticky fluid erupting from the head of his penis, splashing wetly on her naked buttocks and thighs. The hot, white liquid ran down her legs onto her panties still hanging loosely at her ankles, still more ejaculating from the rhythmically jerking head.

"You did it! You did it, you little bitch! You jerked me off!" Gary seemed to collapse then, panting and groaning. "Damn! Damn!"

Kathy turned around, saw his cock squirting the last of its sperm out onto the gravel, and then she looked at her own thickly matted legs, and felt the moisture of his semen on her naked buttocks. She couldn't bring herself to touch it, couldn't do anything except stare at his deflating member and the drying, sticky cum glistening in the moonlight. In her mortification, all she could think of saying was, "I'm sorry, Gary. I'm sorry...."

"You're sorry!" he exploded. "Jesus, you're-" And then he stopped, his climax having settled enough so that sanity returned. He flipped his penis to shake the last drops of his cum from its angry head, and slipped his now limp shaft inside his shorts as he retrieved them and his pants. "Yeah, you're sorry," he said in a lower, calmer tone, "but so am I ... I ... don't know what came over me."

"It was as much my fault as yours, Gary," Kathy said dully. She meant it; she felt as if she should have done more to control the situation, right from the very first when she should have walked away from the lewdly rutting couple-who were still writhing and moaning in the ecstasy as if this had never happened. She felt soiled, and couldn't understand what had overtaken her, much less what had happened to Gary's manners. But Gary was a man, and his animal lust was to be expected; she was a girl, and for her there was no excuse. She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her on the spot, she felt so miserable.

"Take me home, Gary," she said with a choking voice.

"Look, I-"

"Please, just take me home. If you don't, I'll walk. I swear I will."

Gary Coren sighed, realizing that he'd blown his chance to fuck the girl by being over-eager and over-excited. That made him want this sweet little virgin girl all the more, and in a false display of chagrin and remorse, he said mournfully: "Yeah. I don't blame you, Kathy. I wouldn't want to see somebody like me again if I was in your place."

"I didn't say that, Gary."

"Then ... you do?"

"I don't know, I honestly don't know. I don't hate you for what's happened, but I just can't say what I think."

"Well, it happened, that's all. We both got carried away, and I'm more sorry about it than you can imagine. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, Kathy, and I-" He stopped, ending his sentence in an apologetic sigh.

Kathy looked at him, and felt pity. She walked with him to the Thunderbird, uncomfortable from the drying cum on her legs but still unwilling and too proud to reach down and pick up her wet and stained panties that had slipped from her ankles and wipe the puddles from her skin. She felt that Gary was telling the truth in spite of his actions, and she had a gnawing desire to see him again and make things right.

"Well," she said hesitantly. "Why don't we get together tomorrow? It's Saturday, and if you don't have anything else planned...."

"No, no nothing at all," he said with a relieved smile. "Gee, that would be wonderful. We could spend the whole day together if you want."

"All right, we'll plan to be together a long time tomorrow, maybe even tomorrow night. But right now, I want to go home."

"Sure, Kathy," the boy said. "Sure, anything you say!" There would be another time, and another chance, he thought maliciously. All is not lost. I'll fuck her snooty little cunt yet!