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CHAPTER TWO

Ann Jones did nothing to discourage him, so Charlie slid one hand over her right titty. The gentle hill of flesh felt excitingly warm and soft. He could feel her hard nipple through the soft, clinging cashmere of her sleeveless sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra this time.

His heart began to beat more quickly. He shifted to ease the agony from his cramped hard-on. He brushed his thumb over the alert button of her tit, felt it twist under, then spring back. His hand engulfed the entire mound of her boob. He massaged it, fascinated by its incredible warmth and softness.

Her hand was hot on his thigh. He felt her fingers move slowly up towards his crotch. She scratched one fingernail over the taut denim, across his cockhead. The tickling vibrations drove him mad. He felt a hot, stinging seeping stain his pants.

The movie on the drive-in screen went on, unwatched. Charlie wondered what to do next. He had no trouble remembering the pictures in the magazine, but he had no idea how to get from where he was to where he wanted to be. This was as far as he had ever gone.

His leg was cramped. He shifted it, and banged his knee painfully against the steering wheel. Monotonously, he fondled Ann's titty. He couldn't figure out how he could get his hand inside her sweater. It buttoned up the back, and she was tucked firmly under his arm. He would have to release the treasure of her boob and ask her to sit forward in order to do it.

He felt like he was going to faint as he considered it. Then he felt her easing the zipper of his fly down, and thought he was going to die. His cock surged up through the open gap, threatened to burst right out of his underpants. Then, incredibly, with Ann's help, it did. His tower of hard, hot meat speared up through the fly of his underpants, and her diminutive, yet strong finger curled around his rigid shaft. A second wave of searing stickiness flooded his cock, overflowed and spilled out. Instead of recoiling from his flow with disgust, the girl spread the slippery fluid over his blazing rod. Her fingers skated slickly along his overheated flesh.

He was still stupidly massaging her boob through her soft sweater, not having the foggiest notion of what to do next. Obviously, she was willing to go farther.

Tentatively, awkwardly, he reached across in front of himself and touched her knee. She pushed her thigh firmly against his and spread her legs. He moved his fingers up. Her skin was smooth, and soft, and hot. Her skirt eased up as he slid his hand up towards her crotch.

He kept waiting for her to stop him. She didn't. He moved his hand higher and higher. He felt her shift under his other arm. She eased her ass forward on the seat and slumped down farther. Her head resting on his arm, she presented her crotch for his exploration. He couldn't quite believe it was happening. He had his hand at least halfway up her thigh, maybe farther. Her legs gleamed ghostly white in the darkness.

It got hotter and more humid the farther up under her skirt he went. Her hand was pumping slowly up and down on his prick. She knew exactly what she was doing! Jesus! And what if he should come? Christ, he'd get it all over her hand. He wanted to warn her, to stop her, but couldn't. Jesus!

His fingertips touched hair! Under it she was unbelievably hot and humid and soft. She didn't have any panties on! Slyly, he explored the forbidden territory, touched the springy curls, the incredibly soft, warm, yielding flesh. He touched something wet, and pulled back.

"Yes," Ann groaned softly. Her hand tightened convulsively on his throbbing hard-on.

Delicately, Charlie touched her again. His fingers slid into a warm, wet nook, probed the soft petals of hot, slick flesh. He ran his fingers up and down her rippled moist gash. Ann's head rolled on his arm. He was mindlessly squeezing her titty, still through the sweater, but was hardly aware of what he was doing.

"In," Ann moaned softly. "In."

Hardly believing he had heard her right, he obeyed. His fingers seemed to be sucked into her dripping hole. Its longest finger plumbed her searing, clinging cunt. It gripped him warmly. Pussy hair brushed the rest of his hand. He felt her hips heaving, shifting and rolling. Her torso was twisting, making it hard for him to keep his grip on her boob.

"Deeper," Ann whimpered.

Charlie drove his finger into her cunt as deeply as he could. He felt her drenched interior, the rippled walls of her snatch, ease aside as he penetrated her wet hole.

"Ahhh," Ann sighed softly.

She began pumping her fist on his prick faster, more insistently. The slippery wet seeping were a slick paste between her palm and his cock. Her fingers pressed the nerve-laden underside of his prick, milked waves of juice out of him. He felt his nuts knotting up against his crotch. He wanted to tell her to stop before it was too late, but couldn't get the words out. He couldn't tell her. It was going to feel so good, better than when he jacked himself off. Besides, it was too late. It was too late. He could feel it about to happen, it was going to happen. It was beginning to happen. An, Christ! It was happening, happening.

His body was consumed by the flames of his youthfully urgent orgasm. His prick lurched and recoiled, pumped thick gouts of creamy rich jizz into the air. His balls, his hips, his ass, every muscle in his body, clenched, added force to the spurting eruption. Every gooey wad of cum was a high-voltage jolt that seared the length of his cock.

"Yes!" Ann hissed. "Yes! That's it, that's it, that's it!"

He didn't know if she was talking about his orgasm, or what his hand was doing in her fountaining crotch. The walls of her cunt pulsed around his finger. He pumped it in and out of her hole with a fucking motion. Her slender legs crossed, damped around his hand, pinned it in her moist pussy, then slowly relaxed as his prick began to shrink in her grasp.

Charlie was conscious of the heavy odor of jizz. There was also an unfamiliar smell – Ann's cunt juice. He extracted his hand from her twat. He was aware of fluids drying cold on his fingers, his pants. Ann's hand had to be drenched.

"I… I'm sorry," he mumbled awkwardly.

"There's… uh… there're some tissues in the glove compartment."

"Thanks," Ann replied matter-of-factly, leaning out of the circle of his arm to reach for them. She handed him a wad, and then, still sitting up, began cleaning her hand. She held it close to her face – it looked almost as if she were licking the cum off. But that was impossible.

Unwilling to lose touch with her completely, Charlie stroked the graceful curve of her back. She was sitting on the edge of the seat. His fingers bumped over the buttons of her sweater. She threw him a brief, coy, happy glance over her shoulder when he began toying with the top one.

Experimentally, Charlie unbuttoned it.

Ann kept her back to him and began squirming sensuously.

He unbuttoned the next button, and the next, exposing a narrow vee of skin, and the line of her spine. He stroked one finger down the vee of flesh. She shivered delightedly. Not only was she not upset by what had happened, she seemed eager to go still farther.

He unbuttoned yet another button. Then, almost hurrying, he finished quickly. The sweater fell open the full length of Ann's back. There was no interruption of the sleek expanse – no bra, no anything. He had never imagined a girl's back could be so erotically stimulating. Tenderly, spreading her sweater still more, he stroked her smooth skin. His cock began to get hard again, and he remembered he hadn't tucked it back in.

"Let's go somewhere else," Ann suggested, looking straight at him.

Charlie's heart began hammering. He was sweating badly. "Like where?"

"Oh, someplace more private," Ann replied.

"But I don't know any place."

"I…"

"Okay, let's go," Charlie agreed nervously. The speaker clattered maddeningly when he unhooked it to replace it on the pole. He had the feeling everyone in the drive-in was starring at him.

"No, don't," Ann ordered, putting a restraining hand on his arm when he started to tuck his cock back into his pants. "Leave it out."

"B-But someone might see," he stammered.

"I know! Isn't it great?"

Charlie wasn't so sure, but decided not to argue. It seemed safe enough, it was so dark. And it was exciting. He started the car, switched on the parking lights and pulled forward. His eyes met Ann's in the rear-view mirror. There was a hot, mischievous sparkle in them. He turned towards the exit.

She slid her sweater down her arms and off, folded it neatly and put it on the seat to her right. Charlie's eyes pin balled from the road to the mirror to her nude chest. Her titties gleamed in the light from the screen. They were gentle mounds with no crease on the underside. Her nipples, on the exact apex of each boob, were dark, small, tarp cones.

He reached the highway and stopped.

"That way," Ann indicated. Then she placed both hands on her waist, turned gracefully away from him, and looked down.

Charlie flicked the turn indicator, checked the traffic, and pulled out. When he got the car up to speed, he glanced over at her. He was just in time to see her lift her ass off the seat and shed her short skirt down her legs and off. She held it theatrically in front of herself and folded it very neatly before putting it with her sweater.

She was stark naked. Sitting beside him in the car, the street lights sweeping over her petite, graceful body, she was stark naked! She looked over at him. Her smile was pure, blazing beautiful wickedness. "Well?"

"You're – gorgeous," Charlie said hoarsely.

"Thank you." She gave his cock a quick squeeze. "So are you. Why don't you do the same thing?"

"I'm driving," Charlie explained lamely.

"Okay, I'll help. You keep driving."

She unbuttoned his sports shirt. Steering first with one hand and then the other, he wriggled out of it. She put it aside. The air coming in the open window was cool and exciting. It blasted his bare chest.

Turning on the seat to face him, Ann unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his trousers. He was having trouble keeping the car in the proper lane, and the speed kept dropping, then picking up when he remembered. They were on a main thoroughfare, with streetlights on both sides. He managed to keep the speed right to make all the traffic lights for ten blocks, then was caught by one.

"Shit!" He halted reluctantly, wishing he had run the yellow. He checked the mirror, terrified someone was going to pull up next to them.

"Pick up your bottom," Ann ordered, hauling his pants down.

Awkwardly, Charlie heaved his ass up off the seat and let her drag his pants and underpants down around his thighs. His cock burned as it dragged through the fly of his underpants. The upholstery felt strange against his bare butt.

"Quick, get your feet out," Ann ordered. She leaned over to hold his trousers and underpants.

"The light's changing," Charlie informed her.

Charlie hurried, which made it take even longer. He had his foot off both the gas, and the brake. The car was creeping forward slowly from the drag in the automatic transmission. From behind, a galaxy of headlights bore down on them. A horn blew and a car swerved past. Charlie fought to kick his feet free of his pants. Finally free of them, he jammed his foot down on the gas. The car lurched away from the light, throwing Ann back against the seat. She giggled, then untangled his trousers and folded them flatly and put them beside her.

Charlie shook his head, and wondered if be had gone crazy. Then Ann's hand closed around his prick, and he knew he hadn't. She leaned forward, and her lips closed around the knob of his rod. He felt that searing seeping pleasure again as his cock hardened instantly.

Then she sat up and curled her hand around his hard-on.

"Turn right at the next light," she ordered.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." She gazed unconcernedly at the passing scenery and squeezed his towering hard-on.

Taking one hand from the steering wheel, he curled his arm around her shoulder, then eased his hand down and cupped her boob.

At last they arrived at a deserted dirt road. It was blocked by a chain suspended between two trees.

"Well?" he asked stupidly.

"What do you mean, 'Well?' Grab the blanket and let's go," she said, slightly acidly.

Charlie felt like a complete fool. When she had told him to bring a blanket, he had thought it we to wrap up in if it got cold at the movies. He reached into the back seat and got the blanket, then let her drag him along by one hand. The dust and rocks in the dirt road felt gritty under his bare feet. Ann held his hand and they walked along just the way they did when they walked in the park.

She guided him off the road and into a small clearing. He spread the blanket on the grass. A full moon flooded the clearing with silvery light.

When he put his arms around her and drew her against him, her head barely came to his chin. Her petite body pressed warmly against his, like living satin. The tips of her boobs were hard little knots against his chest. Her sleek, slender thighs spread, captured one of his. He felt her pussy hair scratch his thigh.

Releasing him, she slid downward. She bent her legs, knelt in front of him, and gripped his throbbing prick. Again he felt the warm, wet embrace of her mouth on his knob. She bathed his cockhead with her tongue, stroked it wetly as she sucked it in. He touched her head, combed his fingers through her short brown hair. He pulled her forward, forcing her to take more of his pulsing dick into her mouth. Instinctively, his hips thrust forward in a fucking motion, driving his prick to the back of her mouth. He felt her trying to pull back, pull away, felt her trying to free herself from his demanding hard-on. He held her trapped. His hands were clutching her hair, pulling her forward, forcing her to take his cock deeper. Something in him wanted to feel his cock jamming her throat, wanted to force her to take his load in her mouth.

It took a powerful effort of will for Charlie to uncurl his fingers and release Ann's head so she could pull back and breathe. For a moment she looked up at him with a trace of fear. She had seen something in him that frightened her, something that she hadn't expected.

Then she drew him down on the blanket beside her and they clutched each other hungrily. She lay back, presenting her petite body to him. She held his wrists gently as his hands explored her body. He pinched her tits. Lust – almost pain – flashed across her face. He fought the urge to pinch her harder, and instead stroked his hands down to her flat, trim waist. His thumbs met on her stomach and his fingers almost touched the pound on either side of her, she was so small. He squeezed her, felt her flesh yield to his powerful grip. He probed his thumbs into the dark oval of her navel, held her steady as she writhed on the blanket.

Then he slid his hands lower. With his eyes on her face, he probed the hot nest of her pussy, drilled one thumb into her seething cunt. Hot ripples of wet flesh embraced him warmly.

A hand curled around his spit-damp prick and squeezed it, testing its hardness. A thumb ran over the tip of his prick, smearing his secretions over his hot meat.

"Fuck me," she moaned softly. "Please fuck me!"

Charlie held back. He stroked his thumb the length of her steaming gash, watched her writhe from the stimulation. Then he covered her body with his. His hips nestled between her gaping thighs and his cock probed her crotch. He humped impatiently. His prick slid through her hot gash, missing the mark. Drawing back, he tried again. This time his cock plunged into her slick hale.

"Easy," she moaned.

Charlie slowed his attack. Carefully, he worked his prick into the hot well of her cunt. He felt the rippled walls of her twat grip his tool. He was amazed at the heat of her clutching snatch. He pumped his prick deep into her hole, until his hips jammed against her, his pubic bone pressed hard against hers. The head of his cock butted blindly against the end of her cunt.

"Awww!" she moaned.

Charlie drew back and slid his cock into her cunt again. He began fucking her, loving the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tight sheath. The sensation of pistoning in and out of her slick snatch was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was total stimulation of his cock. The rippled walls of her cunt stroked the knob, the shaft, the nerve-bud on the underside, the whole length of his prick.

He fucked her hard, feeling the tip of his rod jam against the end of her cunt, stretching her lengthwise as well as in diameter. His pubic arch smashed against hers. Their tangling crotch bushes, thin flesh, and her clitoris, did little to cushion the impact.

Ann's body heaved under him, her hips thrust upward to meet his drives. She writhed under him like a bug spitted on a pin. She was whining and whimpering as she took his powerful thrusts into her petite body. Her nails clawed his back.

He kept pumping and pumping in her cunt, and felt the anticipation grow in his guts. He felt the cum collecting itself for the final spurting thrust, and moved more quickly and more sharply. She was making odd, wordless noises every time his body impacted against hers. It was like he was jolting the short, sharp cries from her. She seemed to be trying to say something, but he couldn't make any sense out of her stuttered whining. Then she was clutching him, trying to move her crotch up and down with his so he didn't piston in her hole.

He kept fucking, made her do what he wanted, made his cock burn against her cunt walls. He humped harder, quicker, sharper as the feeling of anticipation in his guts grew. Then he was spurting, and he drove his cock into her cunt as if he were trying to run her through. His prick jerked and pumped in her hot hole. He felt his jizz erupting deep in her twat. Her cunt walls convulsed and clutched his spouting rod and she went rigid as she accepted his gushing load.

She remained stiff until his balls were wrung dry, then collapsed limply on the hard ground. Charlie loved the feel of her small body under his, but yielded and rolled off her when Ann shoved at him. He flopped onto his back, feeling a strand of cum drying on one thigh, feeling cold jizz coating his withered prick.

"You're – kind of – rough," Ann panted softly.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'm new at it."

"I know. I was looking forward to teaching you. But you knew it all without being taught."

"You weren't a virgin."

Charlie decided he didn't mind. "Sorry I was so rough," he apologized.

"It was kind of nice, for a change," Ann answered.

"For a change?" She made it sound like she screwed once a day and twice on Sundays.

"Most guys are too gentle. Some girls like to be forced to do things."

Charlie found the idea unexpectedly appealing. "Really?"

"Uhhh. Not too much though," she cautioned. "They don't like to be hurt. But they like a guy to be strong with them." Rolling to her side, she began stroking his bare chest with the tips of her fingers.

Charlie stared at her.

"Girls like to be told what to do," Ann went on.

Charlie thought of something she had done earlier, and how great it had felt. He thought, too, of what it had looked like in the porno magazine. When he thought of asking her to do it, his belly knotted with tension. His pulse pounded through his body like primitive drumbeats. His cock began to stiffen.

"Suck my cock," he said softly.

"What?" Ann's response was so soft he barely heard it.

"I said, suck my cock," he repeated firmly.

Ann was lying with her head on his chest. She looked down at his hardening dick. It lay up against his belly. He felt her gulp.

"Go ahead. Suck it. Suck it until I come in your mouth." He put his hand on her head and pushed her in the direction of his crotch. Her head slid down his bare stomach. Her hair tickled erotically. She didn't lift her head from his hard belly. She accepted his rod and mouthed it gently. He felt her lips circle his engorged tool, felt a new wave of blood pour into his already distended prick.

Letting his head fall back, Charlie savored the feel of her warm, moist tongue sweeping his prick clean of drying cum. He felt hot lubricant trickle the length of his tool and spill into her mouth.

Ann shifted. She got to her knees, without releasing his cock from her mouth. She straddled his legs, embraced them with her own, and faced up his body. She held his prick in her hand and slid her mouth down on it, coating it with saliva. She stroked her tongue up the length of its underside, swept it clean of his seeping juices. Her lips closed over the knob. She pressed downward, drove his cock to the back of her mouth.

Charlie lifted his head and rested it on his hands. He stared down the length of his body and watched his prick vanish into Ann's mouth. Moonlight spilled over her smooth shoulders. It side-lighted one of her small titties, made her look even younger and more virginal. She rested her elbows on his hip bones, steadied his prick, and flicked her face with his immense dick.

The sight of her eating his meat started the cum flowing in Charlie's groin. "You're a cocksucker. You suck cock, you know that, Ann? You suck cock!"

Ann didn't answer. He saw tension knotting her shoulders. Suddenly he realized how he felt about her, realized he didn't love her. Dating her was a badge of success. She was one of the most popular girls around school. She was pretty, intelligent, talented, admired, and respected. And he had her down on her knees. She was sucking his cock like a common slut, and he loved it. She loved it, too, which made it all the better. She degraded herself further by liking what she was doing.

"Suck it," he said harshly. "Suck my cock until I come. And then swallow my jizz. Suck it, suck it, suck it. Cocksucker!"

Ann whimpered, and took more of his prick into her mouth. He saw her stomach heave as she gagged on the massive rod. Her lips were distended by the towering bulk of his shaft, her jaws forced wide open by his prick. Her tongue stroked and pressed and bathed the vein on the underside as she bobbed her head over his groin. Her fingers lifted and rolled his nuts as she sucked on his cock.

He was going to come. The pool of sperm felt like lava in his guts. His nuts drew up tight against his groin, and he felt the eruption peaking with the inevitability of a tidal wave.

Reaching down, he clamped his hands on Ann's head, gripped her hair, and moved her up and down, up and down. His hips began to push upward as he rammed her head down, slammed his cock down her throat. He knew she was gagging and choking, but ignored it. He didn't care. He didn't give a shit. All he cared about was his building ecstasy, and how great it would feel to pour his hot, sticky load down her throat.

He began to spurt, and jammed her head down hard on his tool. Staring up into the moonlit night, he unloaded his cum into her sucking, swallowing mouth. Thick spurts of jizz burst from his prick – solid wads of pleasure poured down her throat. Her tongue and palate massaged his cock as she swallowed the successive waves of thick juice. He felt her trying to pull up as his orgasm passed the halfway point, and let her draw up and suck in a breath of air. Raising his head, he saw his cock shining with her spit. A creamy dribble of cum escaped her sucking, encircling lips and dribbled down into his crotch bush.

He was glad there was a full moon, so he could see everything as well as feel it. Half the pleasure in the act came from being able to watch Ann's abject humiliation.

She sucked him dry. She milked his prick with her stroking fingers and extracted the last drops of thick fuck cream with her lips. She pressed the strip of flesh behind his balls. Then she sat up. Her warm ass settled down on his legs. She sat up straight and put her hands outer thighs, the moonlight spilling over her slender naked body. Her face was a study in exhaustion and lust. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was gaping open. Her chin was shiny with overflowed saliva and jizz. Her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath.

Charlie let his head drop back onto his cushioning hands and savored the delicious ache of satisfaction in his groin, savored the memory of how Ann had looked with her head spiked on his jetting prick. He dozed contentedly, exhausted. He was dimly aware of Ann moving, doing something. He felt her moving up his body, but paid no attention to her. He was awash in a sea of pleasure from his recent orgasm.

He felt. Ann's thighs embracing his torso, her ass brushing his stomach, the soft scratch of her pussy hair against his chest and realized she was moving up him. Just as he opened his eyes and lifted his head to see what she was doing, she pinned his arms with her legs. Her full weight mashed his biceps painfully into the ground.

He didn't need to lift his head to see her. She was towering right there over him. She was resting her warm, firm, smooth ass on his chest just hard enough to make it difficult for him to breathe.

"It works two ways, you know," she informed him, a nasty edge in her voice. "These are the days of women's lib."

"Huh?" She had just said women liked being told what to do!

"Women like to do the telling, too. I ate you. Now you're going to eat me."

Charlie shook his head, then winced when she put more pressure on his already aching arms. Her knees were beside his ears, her toes beside his ribs. Her shin bones were across his upper arms. All she had to do was move her toes slightly and his muscles were rolled painfully along the hard ground. His hands and forearms were free, but there was nothing he could reach on her that would dislodge her.

"I sucked your cock. Now you can eat my cunt," Ann informed him bluntly. The vile words coming from her pretty, young, innocent-looking mouth jolted him, in spite of all that had gone before. Looking up, he had an ant's-eye view of her slender, graceful body. Her flat tummy was a gentle indentation below the smooth swell of her boobs. She was a dramatic, erotic study in curves, lights, and shadows. Her nipples were stiff points, her navel a dark hollow. She lifted her ass off his chest, and he could see the neat patch of her pussy. It was almost black in the moonlight, and stringy and kinky with cum.

"Eat me," she ordered, shoving her pussy in his face. She slid her hands sensuously down her body and spread her cuntlips. All he could see was a darker patch. But he could smell her – a rich, enticing aroma, a mixture of female secretions and cum spilled over him from her hot cunt.

Letting go of her twat, she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair and held tight. She lifted his head, drew his face up to her crotch, and pressed his mouth against her hot, soft, wet gash. Her pussy hair scratched and tickled his lips and cheeks. He was drowning in her hot cunt meat. He resisted, so she increased the pressure on his upper arms. He yielded, drilled his tongue into her hot snatch. His mouth was instantly flooded with the metallic taste of her inner tissues. He bored his tongue into the well of her cunt, and tasted both her cum and his, all mingled together. He liked it. The taste inside her cunt triggered a primitive response in his guts, and if he hadn't already been so sexually drained, he knew his dick would have. I stiffened. As it was, all he felt was a delicious ache in his drained cock.

Ann held him trapped up against her dripping cunt. He lapped at her open gash, slurped up her streaming flow. He twisted his tongue deep into her rippled cunt, dug his nose into her pussy folds, pressed it down on the squirming bud of her clit. He opened his eyes and saw Ann writhing over him in the grip of sexual excitement. Her face was twisted with lust. Then she looked down at him, and he saw in her eyes what he had felt when he watched her sucking his cock. He saw in her face the pure pleasure of sexually humiliating another person.

And he found a weird, wild joy in being humiliated. Closing his eyes, he savored his degradation, marveled at the craziness of it all. Minutes earlier, he had been loving the sight other humiliation, and now he was wallowing in his own, loving it almost as much.

"My clit," Ann ordered. "Suck my clit until I come. Suck it, suck it, suck it!" She added emphasis to her order by twisting her hands in his hair. She wrenched his head backwards, dragged his mouth away from her cunt. He ripped his tongue up her slippery gash, felt the button of her clit slip away from his searching mouth. He sought the nubbin with his lips, blindly, like a baby searching for its mother's tit. Then he captured her mini-prick, and sucked it into his mouth. He tried to suck it right out of her body. He squeezed the squirmy pearl against his teeth with his tongue.

He opened his eyes when Ann began to thrash around, to writhe and twist. Her cunt flooded his chin as she came. He was making her come with his mouth, and while he was being degraded by being forced to eat her pussy, he had a crazy feeling of power, too. Because he was the reason for her coming. He was responsible for her carnal reactions, was controlling them, and the whole thing was such a crazy tangle of dominance and submission it didn't make any sense at all. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the exquisite sexual pleasure of the whole, mad, moonlit scene.

It went on until Ann's orgasm was over and she released his head. His neck muscles exhausted, Charlie let his head thump back down onto the blanket-covered ground. He struggled to breathe against her weight as she settled down on his chest. He felt her cunt juice drying cold and crusty on his cheeks and chin. He was overwhelmed by the smell that clung to him. Then Ann dismounted and sat beside him on the blanket. She put her arms around her knees. Her head slumped forward as she caught her breath.

Charlie finally broke the silence. "What time do you suppose it is?" he asked, trying to judge how far the moon had moved since their arrival in the clearing.

Ann shrugged without lifting her head, "I don't know. Does it matter?"

"Don't you have a curfew?"

"Yeah," Ann said calmly. "And I missed it."

"What'll happen?"

"I'll get spanked. What about you?"

"Mom won't do anything," Charlie answered.

"Gee, that's no good. She ought to enforce it," Ann observed.

"I know. But she'll just look hurt, and I'll feel like shit. But maybe that's better than a spanking."

"Oh, no," Ann argued. "I like the spanking."

"You like it?"

"Sure. It means that they love me and care about me. And besides, I get a kick out of the pain thing."

"Huh?"

"Daddy turns me over his knee, hauls down my panties and lays it right on my bare bottom," Ann went on dreamily.

"Sounds crazy."

"Daddy gets turned on by it, too," Ann added. "He gets a hard-on. I can feel it. I think he'd like to fuck me."

"He hasn't ever?"

"No." Ann sighed. "He goes and gives it to Mom instead." She glanced over at Charlie. "What does your mom do for sex, now that your dad's dead?"

Charlie had never thought about it. He had never thought about his mother as caring about sex. The idea shocked him, and intrigued him. He tried to visualize his mother making love, and couldn't. "I don't know."

"Does she date at all?"

Charlie shook his head. "Not really. She's been sort of seeing a guy, Eric Jameson, but not really dating."

"Think she'll get married again?"

Charlie shook his head. "She loved Dad too much. She'll never forget him. I'm the man of the house now."

"So what are you going to do, fuck her?" Ann asked.

"God no!" Charlie answered automatically, shocked.

"Why not? She's pretty and young," Ann observed.

"She's old."

"Not more than forty, I'd bet," Ann retorted.

"But she's my mother!"

"If I'd like to fuck my father, why shouldn't you want to fuck your mother?" Ann asked logically.

Unsettled, Charlie shut the discussion off. "I don't want to talk about it. We better get home."

Gathering up the blanket, they made their way to the car. The cool night air dried the cum and sweat on their naked bodies. Once there, they got out their clothes and dressed. Ann produced a pair of panties from her purse and pulled them on.

"So Daddy will have something to take down when I get home." She giggled.

"You really like to get spanked, don't you?" Charlie asked.

"It turns me on. And it proves they love me. You should be so lucky."

"Mom would never spank me," Charlie sighed.

"Why don't you ask her?" Ann suggested.

Charlie shook his head and slipped behind the wheel. Wordlessly, he turned the car around. He pondered the idea all the way home, parked the car and crept quietly into the dark house. Maybe his mother was asleep and wouldn't know when he had gotten home. He couldn't stand her hurt looks when he failed her, he really couldn't.