Sid's hands refused to obey him. He couldn't take them off the girl's warm, willing body. His hands stroked over the milky cones of her tits, then across the flat plain of her belly. He occasionally dipped down a little lower to draw his fingers along her sex gash. She was still wet and oozing out her love juices.
He couldn't believe it. Before Laurie, he'd have never thought of balling like they'd just done. But there had been no one like Laurie before.
He studied her in the dim light of the parking lot. Her raven-colored hair was in wild disarray after their lovemaking. He could barely see her face but her green eyes gleamed like a cat's in the night.
The whiteness of her tits and stomach, the lovely pillars of her legs, those he could see-and feel.
Inside the car, he was more accustomed to making out. It wasn't the big ego trip balling outside had been, but he felt a little more comfortable about feeling her up. The confines of the car were protection against probing eyes.
"I don't know why you did it, Sid, but I loved it!" Laurie exclaimed.
"Did what?" He was distracted from small talk about the girl's body. He wanted to possess it again-and couldn't. His prick simply refused to rise from the dead. He'd be out of commission and emission-for another half hour or so.
"Told me all those lies outside. Like there were people coming and they'd see us."
"Sorry." He wasn't but anything he could do to shut her up and let him get down to serious necking was just fine with him.
"Oh, don't be! I really dug it! I got off more on that fucking than I ever have before. I mean that!"
"Even better than your first time? When you got your cherry popped?"
"Hell, that was a drag. I was scared and I guess Roy was, too. It was sort of a joke from beginning to end. I kind of enjoyed it, probably more than Roy did~ But sex gets better the more you do it."
"On-the-job training," Sid said.
"Hardly a job… "Her voice trailed off as if she were thinking deep thoughts.
"Okay, Laurie, what're you thinking? I can tell." He held her tit firmly in his hand and squished it until the nipple popped up hard, throbbing.
"What would it be like to be a hooker? Imagine having all those guys balling you and actually getting paid for it!"
"I like you better as an amateur."
She laughed. "Why?"
"I couldn't afford a hot piece of merchandise like you!"
Before she could say anything more, his mouth clamped down firmly on hers again. This was the best way of shutting her up he'd found. He could think of something nicer to shove into her mouth, but he wasn't in any position to get into her lips. Besides, his cock was limp for some time yet.
He'd just have to make do with what he had.
He fondled her smooth-skinned body for fifteen minutes or so until the crowds started pouring out of the gym. The dance was over and the parking lot was filling with students wanting to leave.
"Let's adjourn, Sid. It's getting crowded."
"Yeah, I agree. We can find some place more secluded. Lookout Peak seems a good choice to me."
"It would to me, too, but I'm hungry. All that dancing… and other stuff… has made me hungry. Let's go and get a hamburger."
"I can think of all sorts of things I'd rather eat." He wiggled his finger in her cunt just to let her know what he meant. She giggled and he knew he had better go to the drive-in. Otherwise, she'd be unbearable-and maybe unapproachable.
The drive-in was crowded with all the kids going there from the dance. Sid looked over the place and said, "Bad scene. Never get waited on. Let's go somewhere else."
"No we can find a table inside."
"Inside? Christ, you're out of your… mind!"
It hit him what she was really proposing. She had a yen to make it in public.
There probably more public place in the town.
"Sure. Don't be a spoilsport, Sid."
"You're on!"
They went inside, found a dingy table and sat facing each other. The waitress came and took their order as one of Sid's friends called from across the room.
Sid yelled back, "Wouldn't do you any good! You couldn't find it with both hands and a flashlight!"
When he turned back to Laurie, she was gone. The speed with which she'd vanished puzzled him. If she'd gone to the john, she would have had to pass in front of him.
Then he felt where she'd gone. A quick zip opened the fly of his jeans and warm hands fumbled inside for his prick. She was under the table and getting him hard.
Her mouth on his cock was like an electric shock. He sat upright in the hard seat and thrust his legs out on either side of her hidden body. He could feel her tongue beginning to work its way up and down his prick in a slow, tantalizing fashion.
He gripped the napkin in his hand and shredded it to confetti. He had to do something to keep from crying out loud. It wouldn't do to attract attention to them.
That thrill was the very thing which made this peculiar oral lovemaking so damned exciting!
"Ummm, god, Laurie! I… I never thought you'd do it!"
The only sounds coming from under the table were hungry gobbling noises. She was devouring his cock.
She would have laughed at him except she had better things to do with her mouth and tongue. A slow circle around the very tip of his prick was enough to get him entirely erect. His steely, warm, throbbingly alive cock was all she could have wanted.
When she was certain he knew what she was doing, what the rules for this mouth love were, she started working down his prick. Her tongue tickled and worked against the skin dangling from the underside of his cock. As she tongued him, she felt his prick bucking hard.
It was filling totally with excited blood. Soon, there was not a trace of any floppy skin on his prick. It was all stretched taut with extreme lust for her.
That made her even hornier. She wiggled closer, hoping someone would notice, afraid at the same time. The very yes-no, excitement-fear of the situation goaded her on to the best head she'd ever given.
The teenaged boy would have agreed if he could have spoken. He was busy biting his lower lip and trying to keep from looking out of place. The others were joking, laughing, making crude jokes. What would they say if they saw this fox of a chick sucking on him?
He didn't want to tempt fate and find out.
He was content to enjoy the sensations smashing into his groin. Her rough, wet tongue was a whip flagellating his most sensitive organ. His cock was going to explode if she kept this up.
It was everything he could do to keep from cuming when her tongue found his balls. He spilled the salt and ripped apart two more napkins as her tongue rooted around the hairy little sac containing his nuts.
She loved it, all the way up next to his body. There was a heavy, musky all-male smell about him. He was aroused. She had done it. And it was a game with her to see if she could bring him off fast.
Her tongue lavished exquisite care on his balls. She could feel the boiling stew inside the little bag of flesh and knew he was at the breaking point. Her mouth sucked and slightly nipped at the underside of his cock as her tongue tormented his balls.
"Oh, the burgers are here," he said in a too-loud voice. It was obvious he was trying to act nonchalant and failing.
The girl could hear what the waitress said but she did hear Sid snap, "No, I'm not stoned. What makes you think I am?"
There was a mumble and she wanted to laugh again. She pictured him sitting glassy-eyed, his hands curled into fists and maybe he was even biting his lower lip trying not to cry out. The thought pleased her. She was doing this to him with just her mouth.
Kissing and licking, she worked her way back to the plum-tipped prick. At the very end, she tried to stuff her tongue down the pin-prick hole of his fuck stick. She knew she wouldn't make it. That didn't matter. The thrill both of them got from her attempt was all that mattered.
"Oh, Chriiist!" he groaned.
She took his entire cock into her mouth. Sucking, she pulled it in a slow inch at a time.
"I can't stand it!" he cried out.
Her tongue swirled all around the prick in her mouth. Ruby lips pursued into an "0", she kept suction on his cock until she was certain she'd be pulling his guts out the end of his cock.
"I… um, oh god, nooo!"
Suddenly her mouth was filled with tasty hot cum. He exploded like a rocket blasting off. She sucked for all she was worth. The manseed filling her mouth was her reward. She loved the taste. It was better than any wine, any liquor, any gourmet treat.
Her tongue snared every drop of the jism. Smearing it all over her mouth let her savor the taste to the fullest. Then there was no more.
She sucked harder and harder but no more cum was to be had. Then his prick began to deflate. Sighing, she licked and cleaned his prick until it was a dead snake in his crotch. She carefully put it away, knowing it would come back to life in a while.
She'd see to that.
Agilely, she squirmed back up into her seat, facing him.
"Oh, goodie!" she exclaimed. "Something to eat!"
He looked at her as she added, "The hamburger, I mean. Of course, it isn't anywhere near as good as some meat I've had-recently."
"Yeah. This isn't as hard. To chow." He smiled and bit into his hamburger.
She was a little disappointed. She'd been fishing for something more than a simple statement of what had happened. After all, she'd taken a big risk crawling under the table to suck him off in public.
Just as she started to take a bite out of her hamburger, her teeth snapped shut hard. She missed the hamburger entirely as a thrill surged through her body.
Sid smiled and innocently asked her, "Anything wrong, darling? You look like someone's walking on your grave."
She wiggled in her seat but she couldn't avoid the cold length driving hard at her cunt. It took a couple seconds for her to figure out what he was doing to her.
With both hands in plain sight, she hadn't thought how could reach her from across the table. She'd forgotten his feet. He'd slipped a shoe and his sock off and was diddling her with his toes.
She looked down and felt his big toe poke into her pussy lips. He said in a conversational voice, "I wouldn't look down if I were you. My other foot just might push your skirt up. And you're not wearing anything under it, you remember? Wouldn't want all those horny studs to see your naked ass, would you?" he taunted.
She swallowed hard. His foot rested on the inside of her thigh. He was systematically working up and down her leg with his foot. He started near her knee, then pushed up under her skirt. There he used his toes to rub lightly against her sex gash. When she was flowing enough to lubricate his foot, he thrust his toe into her cunt.
Every time he jerked his foot, she felt a new surge of carnal electricity volt into her body. She arched her spine in a vain attempt to take more of his toe up her quim. Wanting to scream out her feelings, but knowing she couldn't, she found herself in the identical position he had been in earlier.
Anything she did or said out of the ordinary would attract attention. And everyone would see she had nothing on under her skirt.
Just wearing the halter top was enough to attract attention-but it wouldn't be the same kind of attention if they saw his toe all drenched and gleaming with her fuck fluids.
Toe-fucked!
She shivered as she thought they had just invented a brand new way of fucking.
And in public. That was important to her. She had, to have the thrill of possible discovery to really lend spice to her lovemaking.
Now it was getting bizarre, kinky. Topping this "would be hard to do. But she'd have to try. It was a contest between her, and her boyfriend. She thought she'd won the first round when they'd fucked on the hood of the car hi the school parking lot.
He had turned that to his advantage by threatening her with exposure.
Then she'd scored again by sucking him off in the restaurant and no one else even suspected.
Now he was scoring points in their sexual Olympics. Toe-fucked! She couldn't get over it. Brand new, different and potentially very embarrassing for her if she cried out.
"What's the matter? Don't like the burger?" he asked.
"It, uh, it's okay."
"Sound more enthusiastic about it, then," he ordered, his toe driving hard into her cunt. He began working his foot back and forth so that he could part her sex lips the entire length of her gash.
"It's great!" she shouted, not meaning the food.
Everyone turned and looked at her. She flushed a bright red, tried to slide down a little in the hard seat and couldn't. His toe held her firmly erect.
"You• don't have to be that enthusiastic over a crummy hamburger."
"I wasn't talking about the hamburger."
"Then what?"
"I… never mind," she said. She realized then what he was trying to do to her. He wanted her to describe in graphic detail-with the possibility of being overheard by any of the others-what was going on under the table.
"No, really. Tell me!"
He crinkled his toes up and started rumpling her skirt. She felt it sliding under her ass. She had to be exposing a hell of a lot of bare skin for anyone who happened to look over.
Reaching down, she gripped the hem of her skirt and tried to pull it chastely down. He wouldn't let her.
"Don't do that. Just tell me what's happening."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Probably. That's why I really dig the bitch in you, I guess. But you're not telling me about what's happening-under the table."
His toe was cold but the friction generated against her inner pussy lips sent warmth flooding into her belly. Her entire loins came alive. The lightest touch was magic. Delight seared along her nerves as he stroked back and forth using the arch of his foot. It was torment, sweet, wonderful, torment!
He rubbed hard against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. She closed her legs to imprison his foot, only to find another one pushing her skirt up. She couldn't possibly cope with both of his feet at the same time!
One would surely invade her cunt while the other pushed her skirt higher and high or until all the lusty bucks noticed.
She was caught in a perfect trap.
"Well, ummm, uh, your foot. You took off your shoes."
"So?"
"And then you, oh god, ummm, shiiit! You stuffed your big toe all the way up my cunt!" She thought she was shouting the words at the top of her lungs. It felt that way. She was sure everyone would turn and stare at her, then see how her skirt was bunched up and how he was diddling her with his foot.
"I couldn't hear you. Your voice sort of faded out at the end. Where is my big toe?"
"You bastard! In my twat, damn you!"
"Ummm, yeah. That's better. You deserve a reward for being such a good girl."
She almost passed out in reaction as his toes closed around her clit. The meek little organ had grown until it had left its protective sheath. It was long enough for him to grip with his toes. Slippery with cunt juice, he was able to stroke up and down the tiny spire until she was reduced to a quivery mass of flesh.
He parted her sex lips and then pushed all the way back along the delicate skin. Her gash was flooded with fuck fluids now. Her cunt had to be hungering for a cock, a cock he wasn't going to give her.
If she hadn't sucked him off earlier, he might have figured out a way of screwing her hi the restaurant. This would have to do. It was his way of getting even with the girl.
He, continued working his foot until she was begging, "Stop, oh, I can't take any more!"
"Stop? You really want me to?"
"Hell, no! I, oh, ungh!" she grunted. She squeezed down hard on her hamburger and almost tore it into dogmeat.
The waitress came over and asked, "Honey, is anything wrong?"
Sid quickly spoke up. "It's okay. Just her period. You know. Female type things." He smiled but the waitress glared back at him.
"I was talking to her."
"Uh, I, oh, uh. Everything's just f-fine!"
The waitress scowled and went away, shaking her head. Teenagers acted so strange these days. She just couldn't understand them any more. Generation gap or something.
"You did that very well," said Sid.
"Please! I need more!"
"More? In public? Where anyone might see that I've got my toe all the way up your cunt?" He spoke in a conversational tone designed not to be listened to by anyone else. If he'd whispered, half a dozen people would have been trying to eavesdrop just from habit. And if he'd shouted, everyone could have heard.
What be did was calculated to drive her wild with lust.
It did.
She couldn't keep her hips steady on the seat. She began bucking around. When she turned over the drink on the table, Sid made a big production of mopping it up with a napkin. All the while, his toe was fucking her. The girl wasn't able to speak any longer. Words wouldn't form in her throat. She was almost gasping.
Her tits rose and fell heavily.
When she came, she bit back the loud scream she wanted to release. A tiny little squeak was all that came from her mouth. The sensation ripping through her body deserved more than that. She didn't dare give vent to her real feelings. People would stare. People would see her naked ass on the seat. She would be exposed-in public.
The thrill of that added to her climax. She didn't understand it but Sid had given her precisely what she wanted. Her cum had been a big one. By forcing her to contain it, he'd actually built it up to monumental proportions. He was a master in knowing all the right things to do to her, with her, for her.
"You've been a good girl," he said. "Even if you didn't eat the burger I bought with my hard-earned money."
She looked at the destroyed hamburger on the plate. She wiped her hands on a napkin and smiled weakly. Laurie felt drained emotionally. The strain of holding it all her passion had been great. Now there was no way of releasing it.
"Let's go, Sid. I… I want to find some place where I can scream and shout and carry on."
"I know just the spot. Echo Canyon."
She shivered at the thought of listening to her cries of lust echoing away into infinity. Sid had thought up just the right thing again to get her all hot and excited.
Would she ever give him a fucking he'd remember for a long, long time!
And she did.