Chapter 2
Dick knew he was acting like an immature teenager when he "burned
rubber" pulling away from Sue's house. He had popped the clutch without
thinking, his mind too full of anger and unhappiness to care about noise
or wear and tear on the new car. His anger was directed against not
only Sue, but himself as well.
He realized Sue wanted to keep her virginity intact until the
wedding; that, at least was understandable. It was all right with him,
too, as long as he could occasionally score with a college girl from out
of town or one of the occasional hungry, but discreet older married
women he met while working as sales manager in his father's imported
automobile showrooms. The really big problem was that Sue kept
displaying these frustrating moments of willingness to go all the way
... until she began getting up tight. She wasn't a do prick teaser", it
seemed more like she was really seared.
He rubbed his cock through the material of his trousers. His balls
were hurting again -- the usual occurrence after a date with Sue.
"Jeez, we came so close tonight, and she was almost letting me," he said
aloud, and then added, "that god-damned police whistle scared hell out
of me, too. And Harvey making with the wise cracks ... that's all we
needed ..." Sue had tightened up like quick concrete the second she
heard the whistle; it was almost as if she had suffered instant rigor
mortis. Then something had seemed to have collapsed inside her when she
realized there were witnesses. That had been Harvey's idea of a
practical joke -- butting in just at that moment.
Dick stopped his car at a traffic signal; when the light turned
green, he raced another car away from the light, burning rubber for
almost half a block. A black and white police car coming in the
opposite direction blinked its headlights in warning at him, and Dick
immediately slowed down. He watched in his rear view mirror, but the
police car continued its patrol and did not turn around in pursuit.
When he turned off the Boulevard onto Main, he was surprised to see
Harvey Johnson's sports car on the side of the road; its parking lights
were blinking, and a cursing Harvey had his head under the hood.
"What's wrong, pal?" Dick asked as he pulled alongside and stopped.
Harvey looked up. "Oh, this son of a bitching oil line blew on me
again. Third time this week. Christ, for two bits I'd drive the god-
damned thing over the railing on the trestle and dance a jig all the
time it was sinking into sixty feet of water."
"You know where to come for a good new one."
Harvey stuck out his tongue and made an obscene noise.
Dick laughed. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Not unless you've got three feet of quarter inch copper tubing?"
"'Fraid not. Can I call a garage for you?"
"Naw. The cops came by a few minutes ago and radioed for the auto
club; but the tow truck is out on the highway with a wreck right now.
They can't be here for another half hour or so."
"Okay ... see you later then," Dick said, and put the car in gear.
"Hey, wait!" Harvey came over to the side of the car, a troubled
look on his face. "Say ... ah ... you could do me a favour."
"Sure, anything."
Harvey nodded toward the front seat of his car. "Can you give her
a lift home? Her old man's going to be raising all sorts of hell even
now; another thirty minutes, he'll probably be waiting on the front
porch with a shotgun."
For the first time, Dick saw Sally Miller peering at him from the
dimness of the front seat. "Hi there," she said, brightly.
"Hello, Sally." Dick shrugged as he turned back to Harvey. "Would
you rather I stay with your car, and you take her home in mine?"
"Naw. I'm the only one who can sign the auto club slip. Besides,
with an Honest John citizen like you bringing her home, her old man will
have to believe that I actually did have car trouble this time."
"Right." Dick leaned across the seat and unlocked the door. "Come
on Sally ... got your bus transfer?"
Sally slid out of the driver's side of Harvey's car, and her little
mini-miniskirt crept up almost to her waist. From the position of her
legs, it was difficult to tell if she were wearing panties or not.
Harvey paid no particular attention to her or her legs. "I'll call you
tomorrow," he said, patting her shoulder, and then looking over at Dick,
"Thanks."
"No sweat," Dick answered. "Want me to come back after I've
dropped her off ?"
"Harvey shook his head. "Not necessary. I'll manage." A moment
later, he was lost to sight as Dick turned the corner.
Dick was all too aware of Sally's body next to him, even though she
sat next to the opposite door. She'd made no effort to pull down her
skirt when she got into the car. Her well-shaped thighs were really
something to look at, he thought, and the proud upthrusting of her
breasts beneath her sweater gave ample evidence that she had not
bothered to put her bra back on after the beach episode ... if, indeed,
she had ever worn one at all. He'd be willing to bet that she wasn't
wearing panties, either. These thoughts and remembrance of the beach
scene brought stirring life to Dick's penis again. The vision of Sally
being soundly fucked by Harvey came back all too vividly. He knew he
was tensing up, knew his prick was beginning to swell painfully again
... knew also that Sally was aware of his tenseness. God, that's all he
needed now -- another hard on! And with Sally, one of Sue's best
friends.
It was she who spoke first, saying "Look ... I'm sorry we ...
Harvey and I ... ah ... interrupted -- intruded, tonight."
He shrugged. "It's okay. You really didn't see anything anyway,
because nothing happened."
"I really didn't think so."
"What do you mean?"
Now she shrugged, and gave a knowing little smile. "You're too up
tight. You'd be more relaxed ... if something had happened."
"Is it that obvious?" Dick asked, mildly astonished at the girl's
boldness.
Sally grinned. "You might say that it's obvious as hell." Without
a warning, she reached over and touched the bulge in his trousers.
"Like so." The contact created the same result in his loins as a match
struck in a gasoline-vapoured chamber. She left her hand, not teasing
him, not caressing ... merely resting her fingers on the throbbing cloth
lump created by his desire. Sally's eyes were locked on his face; the
intensity of her glance was something he could feel. She seemed to be
asking silent questions -- and receiving silent answers. Dick was aware
that he was driving very slowly now -- the vehicle was barely moving, as
a matter of fact. His breath caught with the next comment from the
girl, "If we hadn't intruded, you wouldn't be uptight. Would you?"
Dick had to force the words out of his suddenly dry throat. "I
guess not." He kept his eyes on the road.
"Then ... I'm responsible in a way." She looked over her shoulder
out the rear view window, then glanced ahead of them. "Keep driving,"
she ordered. She had some plan, obviously; her actions were
unmistakable.
Through a haze of uncertainty and growing heat, Dick felt her hand
leave his leg and begin fumbling with his belt. "Take a deep breath,"
Sally said. He did as instructed, and she quickly unfastened his waist
band. A second later his zipper scraped, and her knowledgeable hand and
fingers released his hot throbbing cock from the imprisoning confines of
his shorts. He groaned deep in his throat as she stroked it a couple of
times. "My ... it's beautiful," she said, breathlessly. "So big! So
hard!" She lovingly pumped it for a few seconds, then rolled it like a
thick cigar between her fingers. The reflected light from the dashboard
instruments showed her hand moving up and down on his long white prick.
God, how he had wanted a girl to do that! It was almost more than he
could stand. Already, even though only thirty or forty seconds had
elapsed, he could feel the gathering thunderheads in his balls. The
girl was an expert; she knew exactly what to do and how to do it. He
groaned, and his breath began coming faster.
He was so caught up in the delicious sensation that Sally had to
make the request twice.
"What?" he muttered, not really sure he comprehended.
"Move the seat back further," she repeated.
Dick mentally knew what was coming next. Eagerly, he reached down
on his left for the seat release and pushed with his back. The seat
slid all the way back. He was forced to drive with his arms almost
straight out in front of him.
Sally glanced out the rear view window again -- looked ahead at the
vacant street -- and ordered, "Just keep driving. Tell me if you see
any cars coming from behind. Call this my wedding present to you." She
bent forward and her hot lips slipped wetly down over the head of his
bulging cock.
"Ahhhhhh," it was a moan of delight wrenched from his soul.
Nothing had ever felt so beautiful before, or at least nothing recently.
Her tongue flickered at the urethral opening and then ran maddening
circles around the head. She had pooched out her lips so that her mouth
felt like a soft hot clamping vaginal ring, wonderfully moistened. With
her free hand, she reached down into his snorts and began gently
squeezing his testicles in rhythm to her sucking movements. Up and down
her mouth moved, gently bobbing like an oil pump pulling precious liquid
from the subterranean depths. Dick was about to go out of his mind from
the sensation. The girl had said to keep driving, but it was almost
impossible to do that because of what he felt. He couldn't have been
travelling more than three or four miles an hour when the girl, as if
sensing his impending orgasm, began taking the cock deep into her
throat. Faster, faster, faster her head moved until Dick could stand it
no longer. He arched his back and raised his buttocks off the seat in
an effort to jam it further down her throat. She took it all, and as
the head of his prick began swelling to enormous size, Sue started
sucking voraciously, interspersing the vacuum with occasional little
nibbles using her teeth against the trunk and head. The dash lights
showed her lips being pulled out grotesquely as they clung to his white
driving rod. He continued to push up to meet her, and she continued to
take him. His mouth was swollen shut and long hoarse pants of breath
whistled through it. His prick felt as though it weighed a ton -- a ton
of hot molten lava restlessly surging below the surface of a volcano.
He knew he was on the verge of cumming and felt he should prepare her
but as her motions became more rapid and the suction increased, he
suddenly knew it didn't matter. She obviously had done this before; she
was an expert. The lava gathered, seethed and boiled. The eruption was
imminent. Low guttural noises of delight came rumbling out of his
throat. He was cumming ... cumming ... almost there. Almost. Now ...
Now! Now! The first hot spurts of sperm boiled out of his balls and
screamed along the duct leading to the head of his cock. "Ahhhh ...
hahhhh." His cry was meant to give her some warning, but the sound
merely increased her frenzy. The hot cum roared out of his cock in
great, smooth gushing quantities and she went on sucking furiously as he
shot everything he had into her wonderfully warm, greedy mouth. And
still he came, as weeks of pent up frustration and abstinence manifested
themselves in almost half a cup of the viscous elixir of love.
She used her tongue to tease, her mouth and lips to suck, until his
penis became less osseous and began to deflate. It was as though she
felt it necessary to suck every last drop of lust from him. She
continued to work until he was sure he was getting ready for another
erection, then she suddenly stopped.
Dick gave a mumbled sigh of happy release, and abruptly became
aware that his car -- lights on, motor running -- was standing
motionless right in the middle of the street. Sally withdrew her
dripping lips from his cock, then kissed its head which was inflamed
from her nibbling and smeared with her lipstick. She slithered up until
she was enclosed in his arms. Then she kissed him wetly; her tongue
darted and licked around his mouth. He could taste the alien taste --
the taste of his own sperm in her mouth. Sally's face was slippery --
glistening from his seminal juices and streaked with her lipstick. She
scooted back over to her own side of the car, opened her purse, and
carefully wiped her mouth with a kleenex as he began driving again. He
turned onto the street where she lived as she glanced over toward him,
"Do I look presentable?"
He inspected her face, and nodded.
She smiled as he stopped in front of her house and started to get
out of the car to open the door for her. "Don't bother," she said
quickly and slid out. As her skirt flared up, he realized he had been
right; she wasn't wearing panties, after all. The crack of her smooth
young buttocks was a dark inviting line at the top of her white thighs.
Dick saw her father part the curtains and stare angrily out into
the night.
"He's seen you," Sally said. "So now he'll believe the story about
Harvey's car." She grinned impishly at him as she closed the car door
and leaned through the window, "Did you like my wedding gift?"
"The greatest."
Her laughter came floating through the cool night air and, as she
turned to go up the walkway, she tossed back over her shoulder, "Make
sure Sue sends me a 'thank you' note." She was still laughing when the
door closed behind her excessively wiggling little ass.
Relaxed and sleepy, and feeling only a minor pang of remorse at
having "betrayed" Sue with one of her best friends, Dick drove slowly
homeward. He puzzled over the opposite sexual reactions of the two
girls; there was all the difference in the world between them. Sue was
loving. She had moments of great warmth and tenderness that seemed to
engulf him like a pleasant comforter on a cold night. Yet, she had very
obvious sexual hang-ups. He knew -- from the way she reacted when he
caressed her -- that she couldn't be frigid ... at least not in the
technical sense. She seemed almost "frightened".
Sally was a different proposition. She was "hot"; from the gossip
among the fellows, Dick knew she fucked like a rabbit and had been doing
so since her freshman year in high school. She also had other talents
in the sexual line, as she had just demonstrated! There were a lot of
girls in the world like Sally; he had known a few himself before he
became engaged to Sue. Some of them already at 14 or 15 -- were
"tramps", and that, he knew, was the kindest word for them. They
pretended sexual excitement, they screwed, they bellowed, when they
reached their pitiful little climaxes, but there was always something
missing. Sally really couldn't be called a "tramp". She considered sex
as merely another adjunct to friendship, and thus she enjoyed a good
fuck. When she got married, she would be the one who suggested "husband
swapping".
But Sue? There was an untapped reservoir of passion in her; he
could sense it. There was more power, more heat in her loins than in
Sally's. But how to reach it that was another thing entirely.
As he drove into his own driveway, he thought sleepily: Maybe Sue
will change once she gets the wedding ring. He was sure she would,
otherwise the marriage would never go. She wasn't at all like her
mother -- dour and dried up and seemingly hating me. At least ... he
prayed she wasn't like her mother.
As he got out of his car he felt the dampness of his shorts where
the seminal juices had seeped after Sally had finished her
ministrations. For a moment, he visualized Sue doing that for him; such
an act would be clear evidence that she had rid herself of some of the
hang-ups.
And, abruptly, he had an erection -- just as big and powerful ...
and painful, as earlier. The thought of Sue doing that stayed with him
even after he hopped into the shower and until he soaped his penis --
running his slippery hands up and down its throbbing trunk. Then ...
feeling as foolish as a 15 year old ... he soaped until his huge rod
spat out its load against the tile walls of the shower stall. He
watched the cum run down the tiles, and he thought: That's the last time
I'll ever have to do that again ...
