David Crane: Between mother and son

"Wanna go in the bushes?" he asked.

There was a wooded area just behind the school, frequently used as a pastoral lover's lane. It was secluded enough for making out, yet close enough to city streets that a girl didn't have to worry about being taken by force.

She gave him a bewitching smile, hesitating, teasing him by the delay. She stuck her lower lip out and blew a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.

"Well? You game?" he asked.

She gave a little shrug, as if it were a matter of total indifference to her. But when Mike frowned slightly and started to turn away, she stopped him.

"Yeah – okay," she agreed.

He grinned widely and, taking her by the hand, led her off across the school yard and then into the wooded area. They strolled along a dirt path between the trees for a ways, and then he stepped off into the bushes, pulling her behind him. She followed willingly.

There was a small clearing not far off the path, a shaded spot with the boughs drooping above and the sunlight coming through in a dappled pattern on the ground. Melissa thought it was a romantic spot.

Mike slipped his varsity sweater off and placed it on the ground for her to sit on. She figured that was a real polite and gallant gesture. She settled down, curling her sleek legs gracefully under her. Mike sat down beside her. The ground was carpeted by pine needles and the air was sweetly scented by the fragrance of pine. There was also another sweet aroma.

Melissa's cunt was starting to simmer. Mike put his arm around her and she leaned against him. He tilted her chin up and kissed her on the lips, brushing his mouth lightly on hers for a moment, then kissing her with rising passion.

His lips ground on hers and his tongue slid out and probed into her mouth. Melissa had been French kissed before and she liked it. She began to suck his tongue with enthusiasm, making him breathe heavily.

Glancing down, she saw that the front of his trousers had begun to balloon.

She would have been insulted if it hadn't.

They swapped tongues and saliva, panting into each other's open mouth. His hand crept onto the outline of her tit and she shuddered. She hadn't decided how far she would let him go, but a feel of tit was okay. It felt real good to have him fondle her tits.

He began to unbutton her blouse.

Melissa grabbed his wrist, stopping him. But that was only for show. She didn't want him to think that she was a whore or anything. She held his wrist for a moment, then released it, with a sigh, and allowed him to continue to open her blouse.

The garment fell away and she arched her slim back. She wasn't wearing a bra and her naked tits thrust up, perkily peaked and pert and tantalizing.

He began to stroke and pet her mounds and to tug gently on the pink tips.

"You got great tits!" he croaked, his lips moving on hers, speaking right into her open mouth.

He punctuated his words by feeding her a tongue sandwich. Melissa sucked on his lapper, moaning with pleasure as her nipples swelled and tingled.

Mike placed a hand on her inner thigh.

Again she grabbed his wrist, restraining him for a moment, and again she released him. He rubbed up her thigh very slowly. Her knees parted slightly. Mike cupped his hand over her panty-clad cunt and she shuddered.

The crotch of her tiny bikini panties was soaking wet and so hot he wondered that they hadn't melted. He rubbed her clit through the sodden silk and Melissa began to pant like a steam engine.

She expected that he would slide his hand inside her panties and play with her naked pussy next. That was fine with Melissa. The girl wasn't awfully experienced, but the few times that a boy had finger fucked her she had really adored it and creamed off wondrously.

But Mike had other ideas. His mouth slid down from her lips and he began to suck on a mouthful of fat tit. With one hand massaging her cunt, his other hand fumbled with his belt and zipper. His pants opened and his big cock loomed out.

Melissa gave a little gasp, starting to panic. Things were moving a bit too fast for her. If Mike had progressed with a little more patience, he would certainly have been a lot more successful. Melissa probably wouldn't have let him fuck her, but she would certainly jack him off in return for a finger fucking and maybe, if he had gotten her hot and horny enough, she might have given him a blowjob.

She had never sucked a prick. But she had thought about it a lot and the idea was really exciting and, too, she figured that taking it in the mouth would be a proper stage on the progression to the ultimate loss of her cherry.

But Mike wasn't a patient sort being a callow youth he didn't realize the undoubted value of proper preparation and foreplay in aiding a seduction.

He knew girls who put out and girls who didn't and it was all black and white to him. Either she was ready to spread her legs or she wasn't, sweet and simple.

Nor did he give a thought to a girl's needs. Mike cared only about getting his end away and never even cared if the girl creamed or not.

Now his selfishness confounded him, hoisting him by his own petard, or on his own horny hook, as it were.

He pushed Melissa down on the ground and moved over her, forcing, her legs apart and kneeling between. She stared at him, aghast. He hadn't even taken her panties off yet, in his frenzy to get stuck up her cunt.

He rasped his cock by the hilt and aimed the swollen knob at her groin. That purple slab was flaring and dripping with frothy pre-cum.

He started to drag the leg hole of her panties aside to give access to his prick.

"No, Mike! Stop it!" she cried. He glared at her. "You can't fuck me let me up!" she wailed. "I mean it – I'll scream!"

"Bitch!" he snarled, in a fury, so enraged that he was foaming at the mouth as well as at his meaty knob. "I figured you were a cockteaser!" Melissa was both insulted and frightened. She didn't know what to do. She thought about offering to jerk him off or to let him fuck her in the mouth, but she was too shy to just come right out with such an offer, right out of the blue. If he'd pulled her hand onto his cock, or moved up and offered it to her mouth, he would have had all the fun he wanted.

But she had denied him her cunt and Mike was too worked up to even consider the possibility of another option. His balls were threatening to explode and his cock was vibrating savagely and all that the uncouth youth could think of was getting his load off. "Dirty cockteaser!" he rasped.

Her unwarranted reputation had preceded her and deceived him. Melissa wanted to protest that she was no such thing, but the words wouldn't come. She was distraught and a little scared and plenty nervous. Her silent, beseeching look only served to further annoy the desperate, thoughtless youth and compound the misunderstanding.

He shook his cock over her like a club. Then, to Melissa's dismay, Mike began to beat his own cock with savage vigor.

Kneeling between her thighs, with his bloated balls cushioned on her bikini clad cunt mound, Mike began to pump his fist up and down on his thick, heavily veined cockshaft. His prick went up and down like a shock absorber, so stiff that it was humming.

He skimmed his hand up, brushing his cock, then tightened his grip and pumped harder. As he pulled up, his foreskin folded in a fleshy carpet over his wedge shaped knob. As he pumped back down towards his swollen balls, he skinned that naked slab out in a flaring purple wedge.

Melissa was intrigued. The relatively inexperienced virgin was not a total stranger to stiff pricks. She had played with a few cocks when she was necking and petting and she had even had a couple guys cum off in her hand. But those experiences had always taken place in the dim interior of a car, along with all the rest of the awkward and clumsy groping of youth courtship. She liked the feel of hard cock but had never really gotten a good look at one before.