Unknown: The Family Bed

"That's very interesting. How did you know about this place?" He made the comment lightly, but he was seriously interested in knowing. He still wasn't sure how much experience she had, and if she had been in that spot with others in the past, he would have some idea of what he could expect to get from her.

"That's easy, my father engineered this whole thing!" She gestured with her arms as if to indicate everything around them.

He was impressed, but he didn't show it, as he was more interested in why she had led him to that spot. It certainly wasn't just to show him her father's development!

"I don't think I could ever get any work done having a view like that to look at all day… Kinda spectacular, huh?" He wanted to get the conversation back to themselves.

"I thought you'd like what you could see up here," she stated, her double meaning unmistakable.

"I do," he said turning to look at her. He was still sitting directly behind the steering wheel, and she was across the wide seat, almost against the door. But her eyes seemed to beckon to him, an invitation to slide over next to her voluptuous young figure. Her long, tapering legs were stretched out in front of her, but not crossed, and in that position, her already short skirt seemed even shorter to him. The smooth white flesh of her thighs was almost completely exposed, and he felt a twitch in his pants as he imagined what was nestled a few scant inches up from the hem of that tantalizingly short skirt.

He hesitated, not realizing that his pause had a dramatic effect, and when she rolled her tongue slowly over the soft red oval of her parted lips, he moved over toward her. Her eyes stayed fixed on his, as if she were overcome by his intense physical presence, and it was enough to give him all the confidence he needed. She was willing and ready, of that he felt certain, but for how much, he didn't know.

His mind was filled with questions as he leaned close to her, his mouth slightly open as he pressed it against her parted lips. He didn't really know very much about Susan Hatton, and he was wondering if she was actually only interested in some innocent petting. But then he felt the warm, wet flesh of her tongue slipping between their tightly joined lips, and the unusual thrill that danced through his loins made him decide to go for broke.

A feverish sense of urgency took hold of him, and he answered her kiss, driving his tongue deep inside the warm moist cavern of her mouth in a plunging search for heightened pleasure. She responded by opening her mouth wider, and her reaction encouraged him to explore her sensually curved young body with his hands.

Caressing her softness through the warm, smooth material of her sweater, the eager sixteen year old found that even limited contact with her body made his blood begin to boil. His desireengorged penis was painfully hardened in the restrictive confinement of his pants, and he twisted on the car seat in an effort to get comfortable. He wanted to open his fly to free his rigidly lengthened cock, but it was an action that he couldn't bring himself to do. It had to wait until he was sure she was ready to let him put it to work, and while letting his hands roam more intimately over her, he still was afraid of moving too quickly, too soon.

He kissed her harder, his tongue teasing at the sensitive inner flesh of her mouth, believing his action would distract her from his real purpose as he ran the palm of one hand up over the tips of the full rounded mounds of her breasts. Even with the sweater between, he knew that he was feeling the erect bud of her nipple, and the idea of seeing her breasts naked made him even bolder. With the fingers of one hand, he unfastened the buttons running down the front of her sweater, unaware that she was sloping her shoulders forward to make his efforts easier, and once the last button was undone, he pushed the soft material to either side.

He was surprised to find she was wearing no brassiere, even though he'd thought before that she probably wasn't. The direct contact with her warm smooth flesh made his heartbeat quicken, and he cupped his hand over one soft resilient mound, feeling the hardness of her tiny nipple. His fingers instinctively squeezed the pliant flesh, rolling the bud-like tip between his thumb and forefinger, and the provocative brunette reacted by twisting her lips from his, then moving her mouth close to his ear.

"Let me kiss your thing," she had whispered, and then for emphasis, she had moved her hand over the excitedly rising bulge in his pants.

Reflecting on it as he walked along the quiet street, Kevin wondered what exactly had gone through his mind when his date for the evening had spoken those stimulating words. What had followed occurred quickly, though each second of it was as vivid in his memory as if it had just happened. He knew that Susan's suggestion had without a doubt appealed to him, but he had it in his mind then to fuck her, and he guessed he'd thought to take her up on her offer at a later time. He wished he had her sensual young mouth around the head of his cock right now as he walked along the street, but somehow he had the idea that he would never see her again. The earlier events of the evening now seemed almost unreal, as even the place they were parked had been too good to be true. It was so isolated that he didn't have to worry about someone interrupting them, and he thought perhaps that was a help in what happened next.

His sensitive young penis had jerked in his pants as her hand rubbed against its hardness, and he thought he would be unable to hold back his boiling sperm when he realized her fingers were unzipping his fly. Christ, he had to get into her pussy, and fast! Dropping his hand from her breast, he reached under the hem of her skirt to slide his fingers up between her soft inner thighs. He was anticipating difficulty with her panties in the close confines of the car, but as his fingers moved closer to his goal, he felt the soft tickle of her pubic hair against them. For a second, he hesitated, but then, as his hand moved on up between her slightly parted thighs, he suddenly felt his fingers pressing into her warm, naked cunt. Susan wasn't wearing panties!

Trembling with excitement, he traced the unfamiliar outline of her wetly waiting pussy, running his fingers over the soft hair-covered mound that was divided by the narrowest of slits up between her legs. Her pubic hair was soft and silky in texture, and he parted it with his middle finger to feel the warmly pulsating flesh of her vaginal lips. By that time she had his zipper down and was working with the fastener at the waist of his pants while he slowly and carefully worked his finger up into the hair-fringed folds of her moistly seeping cunt. She stopped her frantic groping for his penis for a moment and clamped her legs together, trapping his hand tightly between her inner thighs. It was like he was directing her thoughts as his middle finger pressed against her clitoris, and she moaned aloud from the wild stimulation it created.

"Ooooohhh… yesss… Oh, Kevin, rub it there!"

Feeling the hardened little pleasure bud under his fingertip, he rolled it back and forth, and each movement of his finger seemed to be amplified through her twisting body like great crashing waves. She intermittently groaned and gasped as he massaged her clitoris with quickening motions, and her entire body seemed to be guided by his middle finger, suspending her in thrilling ecstasy. Then, as if she had never stopped, she again started working with the clasp of his pants, only her actions now were more frantic, creating a tantalizing new feeling of mystery and urgency.

With his mind already imagining the stirring excitation of having her hand on his nakedly upstanding penis, Kevin moved his middle finger down the soft, curl-covered furrow of the brazen girl's pussy until he felt the warm moisture around the tight little opening of her cunt. Screwing his finger into the smooth, butter-soft flesh, he wormed it unhesitatingly up inside the narrow passageway until his palm was pressed flat against her naked pubic mound. At the same moment that the slick wet walls of her pussy flesh clamped tightly around his middle finger, she succeeded in getting his rigid cock free of his pants.