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She tied to clogs her thighs, but Herbie's hand was in the way.

Herbie's hand?

Down there?

Marcie's eyes bugged open, and she saw stars over the horizon of Herbie's crew-cut as they beamed in from the back window. The window was very foggy. Everything felt steamy and foggy as she could feel Herbie's hand inching up her thigh, coaxing her legs apart.

No.

She couldn't let him do it.

Mother said it was wrong. Mother said to always sit with her legs tight together. Not like those nasty girls who sat when they had a bowling ball between their legs.

Father said don't use his bathroom when he had to crap and don't wear sleazy-looking slips. And most of all, don't encourage men – wear drab clothes and no makeup.

Herbie's hand was right on Marcie's pussy – well, his hand had pressed in that portion of her panties that were sapping wet with cunt-juice and was trying to get at her pussy.

Marcie tried to rise, trying to move her head to one side to avoid Herbie's kissing lips.

Ooooooooooh.

Mother never told her how good it felt to have her pussy rubbed and rubbed and rubbed like Herbie was doing to her now. Mother had told her that her breasts were sensitive – that was why girls wore bras when they played field hockey, to protect those sensitive glands from becoming bruised by some flying elbow.

The more Marcie squirmed, the more pressure Herbie applied to her pussy. He had never felt a pussy before and didn't realize that cunts would be this wet and hot. Jesus! Even though her panties were made of thick cotton, he could still make out the outline of her wet cunt-hole.

He tried to imagine what his hand was feeling; he tried to envision the hair, and the lips, and the hole that he would be putting his cock into – or at least he hoped Marcie wouldn't stop him from putting his cock into her cunt.

Shit! There was no way she was going to stop him now.

Hell, his balls felt as if they were in the same bloated condition that his cock was in – but that was probably because he wore tight Levi's like all the other guys.

"Oh, Marcie, let's do it… let's… uh, fuck."

"Mmmmmmmm… no, no… we couldn't… we can't… mmmmmmmm."

Herbie couldn't believe it. Why were girls so silly. Why did they always say that corny shit about no-no-no-no when it was obvious they were having fun.

Shit, Marcie no longer prevented him from having flee feels of her tits. And her thighs were spreading easier than peanut butter. Nah, she couldn't mean no. Christ, Eddie Baxter had told him long ago that girls only say no because their mothers had trained them to say no.

Herbie was breathing hard against Marcie's neck, and everytime his hand searched out more of her wet cunt, Marcie would hunch her hips out at his hand, getting her pussy into better position for better feels.

"Ohhhh, Marcie… I think we're going to do it."

Marcie wanted to say no, but it seemed so ridiculous. Here she was in the back seat of a car, her pompom dress shoved to waist-high, her titties nude in the moonlight, and they were two teenagers who were so happy because their football team had beaten their old rival, Pattonville. Happiness was everywhere. How could anybody on this joyful night say no to happiness?

"A-ll right, Herbie… but, p-please do it easy."

Herbie's cock grew another instant inch.

He looked at Marcie's sweating face in the moonlight. Then he looked in all four directions to make sure no one else was in Farmer Granger's pasture except the cows and hones.

"We'll have to… uh, take off our clothes, Marcie."

Marcie's passion cooled slightly as she watched Herbert tuck himself into his corner of the back seat and begin unbuckling his pants.

Herbie's ass was raised off the seat and his Levi's were at mid-thigh when he caught Marcie staring at him.

Herbie blushed. Then sat down. He looked shyly at Marcie, knowing what she wanted to hear, what she needed to hear.

"I love you, Marcie."

"Oh, Herbie!" Marcie gushed, flinging herself at him and wrapping her arms around him, her tits digging into his elbow and ribs.

"I love you, too, Herbert… after we… after we do it – will you be my steady?"

Herbert gulped. "Yeah… yes, I'll be your steady."

Marcie sat back. "Oh, goooood, Herbert. I'm so happy."

"You want to take off your clothes now, Marcie," Herbert said, tying to mash his eagerness with a casual tone of voice.

"Oh… of course, of course, Herbert."

Marcie retreated to her corner of the back seat. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her red and blue pompom skirt. She smiled timidly at Herbie.

Herbie returned the smile, sweat beading on his upper lip. He fumbled out of his pants, said arrrrgggghhb when his belt buckle caught on his cock.

It was hard getting out of their clothes, because they were watching each other taking off their clothes.

Herbie was in his shorts. They were wet and sticking out at the crotch.

Marcie was in her panties. They were wet and sticky at the crotch.

Did they dare go on?

Father had told Herbie many a time to have a fun time with girls but to make sure he was careful.

Mother had told Marcie many a time not to let a boy have fun with her and to be very careful.

Herbie, because he was the boy, took off his shorts, lifted them over his swollen prick and peeled them off his sweaty thighs.

Marcie gasped. Like this: "Nooooooa!" Herbie felt embarrassed. His cock didn't, though – all it wanted to do was to fuck that luscious piece of cunt that was only four feet away.

"I g-guess you've never seen one."

Marcie shook her head vigorously, the moonlight glinting off her Little Orphan Annie eyes; in other words, they looked like poker chips, but instead of saying "Leapin' Lizards!" she said, "Nooooo!"

"Mine's – uh – just average size; Eddie Baxter's got a lot bigger one."

Marcie didn't want to fuck any more. No sirreee. Mother was right. Not only would she have to be pretty careless, she'd be insane if she let something as big as a cock into her virgin pussy.

"H-Herbie," Marcie croaked. "I-It's too big – it'll hurt. I don't wanta be hurt."

Herbie's eyes were on those big tittes, on those luscious, shimmering thighs, no the wet stain at the crotch of her thick cotton panties.

"It'll be fun… you'll like it, Marcie." Marcie shook her head. "Herbie, it's too big…"

"W-Why don't you take off your panties, Marcie? I'll look at your thing and if I think your thing's too small for my big thing to go into, then I promise I won't do it. Okay?"

Herbie was sweating, and his ass was making squeaky noises on the tuck-and-roll. God – oh, please, God – he wanted to see her cunt, wanted to at least feel it.

Marcie took a deep breath of night air. "A-All right, Herbie, but you gotta promise me you'll do what you promised."

Herbie was on the floor and between her thighs before she had finished her sentence.

It was cramped and sweaty and hot as he tried to help Marcie strip off her panties. Marcie lifted one leg out of her panties, then the other leg.

She looked down at Herbie as he looked down into her cunt.

God, it was so dark in her crotch. He needed some more light, but he couldn't wait until morning to get his first peek at a pussy. Shit, her old man would butcher his ass. It was touch and go all the way.

First he touched.

Oh, God! Cum oozed out of his prick. Her thighs felt so jiggly warm, so firmly done.

Herbie had a grip on the fattest part of her thighs, his thumbs crawling up, up, up to what everybody called down there.

Ooooooooooooh!

Squish. Squish. Squish.

The first sound came from Herbie.

The second sound came from her cunt.

"Nooooo!" That came from Marcie, because his thumbs were peeling back her tight cuntlips and exposing her hot inner cunt to the cool night air.