Robert Vickers - Blackmailed teenager

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.