Paul Gable - The family_s loving pet

Twenty minutes later they came to a halt above the showgrounds.

"I think we're just about over the stage," Greig said, pushing his door open.

They climbed out. Shari adjusted the top of her halter so it covered her tits well. She felt terribly naked now, exposed and sluttish. It had been Wendy's suggestion to wear her briefest halter and tightest shorts. "It'd make a queer go for you," the girl had said laughingly. Now Shari wished she had a nineteenth-century ballgown to cover herself.

"Come on, slowpokes," Wendy said, threading her way with Greig through the thick ground cover. As they neared the edge of the hill, they could hear the sounds of a large crowd drifting through the still night air.

"Hey, I think you can get a good view from here," Jack said, going in another direction.

Shari shot a look at her cousin. Wendy and Greig were easing off in another direction. Swallowing hard, she turned and followed Jack, her arms outstretched as she tried to balance herself on the uneven ground.

"Ohhhhh…"

Tripping, Shari pitched forward.

"Hey, you okay?"

Jack was on her in a second, his strong arms wrapped around her body. Shari shivered. She felt so small, so tiny in this man's thick-muscled arms.

"Yes, I-I think so," she stammered, pulling her skimpy halter a little higher on her tits. It was barely covering her nipples.

As Jack helped her to her feet, they could hear the first strains of the loud rock music.

Shari limped to the edge of the hill, holding to a low branch of a tree and rising up on her tiptoes. She felt daring now, widening her stance. She felt her calves tensing, bulging out. She liked the tension in the big muscles of her ass. She didn't have any panties on underneath her tight-fitting shorts. Shari wondered if Jack could sense that, could know what had gone on between her and Wendy the night after their meeting.

Then modesty overcame the girl and she stopped her flirting. Again she thought of her mother, of the way she was acting, of the way society would frown on her behavior. She was acting like a young slut, then behaving like a nun. It was an indication of her immaturity… and her rising sexual heat.

"I think I can see the band," Shari said, surprised that her voice had become so low.

"There's sure enough light down there," Jack said, sliding up to her.

Shari sat down on an overturned log. She knew that if she sat just right Jack might be able to see one lip of her cunt. She knew that from experimenting earlier at home, something she didn't even tell her cousin Wendy about. Biting her lower lip, feeling terribly daring, Shari parted her legs and watched his eyes. Jack glanced down and did a double-take. She knew he was getting hot, wanting her.

"You know, you shouldn't do those sort of things unless you know what you're doin'." His voice was cold, suddenly, cold and hard.

Shari thought for a second he was going to hit her. She cringed, then realized this had to be her imagination. One shout from her and her cousin would come running.

"Come on, I know what you two've been up to. Greig and me, we both know."

Shari felt a flash of fright, quickly followed by a rush of heat through her cunt. She noticed, even in that dim light, the lump in his pants becoming huge, almost too huge for him to move around well. He was taking off his Levi's jacket and spreading it on the grassy ground.

In a moment she felt a strong arm sliding around her waist, gathering her up and pulling her over to the ground. Shari let out a little cry of surprise, her thin arms fluttering up to his neck. She tried pushing him away. Of course that was impossible. Because he was far too strong for her to do anything except submit. Also, the young girl was fighting against herself, against her rising sexuality that drained every ounce of will from her.

"Ohhh… please…"

"Please what… fuck you?"

Jack's crudeness offended and excited her. They were rolling around on the ground, tufts of loose grass sticking to her sweat-dampened flesh. Shari grunted with the weight of his body as Jack steadied himself, shoving his knees against her inner thighs. The hard ground hurt her back, but she didn't mind. This was it, the culmination of all her fantasies. A man was going to fuck her, a complete stranger. And the thought of it nearly drove her wild with joy. Gasping, Shari lay there, waiting for Jack to do something.

It didn't take the stud much time to move. Reaching down, he shoved his fingers quickly under the frayed edge of her shorts.

"Ohhhh!" Shari cried out, gasping with surprise. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening. She squirmed her ass over the jacket he had spread out for her, her heels dragging over the uneven ground. In the distance they could hear the roar of the band, the hammering of drums as incoherent phrases drifted through the air.

He was rubbing her puffy cuntlips. Even as she tried to squirm away, she could feel slick juice flooding out. Jack's thick sensuous lips curled up into a smile. "Like it, huh? Like it a lot, right?"

"Ohhhh…"

For a moment Shari thought of Wendy, thought of her cousin out there somewhere in the woods struggling with Greig. Wendy knew what she was doing. She wouldn't need any help. But Shari? The thought of a man stabbing his cock inside her made her shiver. Her teeth chattered nervously while her fingers turned to ice. Should she tell him she had never gone to bed with a man, had never even let a guy touch her like he was touching her now? No, he'd find out about her cherry soon enough.

"Oh don't, don't…"

"You wanna get fucked bad. Shit, you're juicin' all over my fingers, all over your Goddamned cunt," he whispered, dropping his head to her neck.

Shari gasped. His kisses were doing terrible things to her. She was losing control, feeling her will power draining away. Jack's finger had pressed a little deeper into her flooding cuntal crack. He was working his hand back and forth now, scraping his jagged fingernail over her slick folds and hollows until Shari thought she was going to faint from pleasure. She dragged her legs over the rough ground, moving her ass from side to side. He was shoving his finger in deeper, past the second joint. Instinctively her cunt muscles tightened, snapped the outer labes tightly around the invading digit.

Jack sneered down at her, rubbing his knuckles over her clit until he had Shari crying out.

"Yeah, yeah, move that fuckin' butt, baby. I'm gonna give you one hell of a fuck… you ain't gonna forget this for a long time."

His filthy words excited her.

"Ohhhh, please stop!"

"Come on, bitch. You want me bad," he gasped, pushing his finger in a little more.

He was staring down at her with hot, hungry-looking eyes. Shari felt his knees pushing up harder against her ass. It excited her more than she could have possibly guessed. She bit her bottom lip.

"It's just that it's so… public out here," she gasped as he held tightly onto one of her shoulders with his free hand.

"Who the fuck's gonna see us – chipmunks?" Somewhere down below, a rock star was wailing out his message and the crowd screamed. Shari gasped, her lungs burning, her mind whirling around in a brightly colored whirlpool of young lust.

"No, it's just that… ughhhh!"

"Then let's do it."

Shari began her first fuck.

"Ohhhhh, Jack! I… ughhhh!"

He was unbuttoning her shorts, pushing them down. At first Shari panicked, shoving her plump asscheeks against the ground, trying to keep them fast on her thighs.

Jack slapped her ass, making her cheeks jiggle, heating up the globes with his striking fingers until Shari relented and eased up. She felt the rough material of her jean shorts scraping over her flesh, sliding down over her hipbones, over her knees, then off her ankles.