Phillip Milner - Her mother_s lover

"It looks like these boys aren't losing any time," Charisse thought to herself. She tried to move away a little from Jerry, but he only clasped her waist more tightly.

"Don't be bashful, beautiful. We may not be as sophisticated as the big city slickers you go out with, but…" he leered, "you'll find out we have a thing or two on the ball! Both balls!"

George, at the driver's seat, glanced at her at these words of Jerry's and grinned. He looked more mature than the other two boys and was taller and huskier. Charisse thought she'd try a little flattery on him so that at least one of the boys would be friendly to her.

"Aren't you the George Holden with the Town Volunteer Fire Brigade, the one that rescued the two kids that went through the ice this winter? I remember reading about you – that was wonderful!"

"Just happened to be around," George mumbled and flushed. "It was just luck I happened to be around!"

But Charisse thought she had softened him up a bit and was heartened.

"Looks like this gal has a soft spot for you," Jerry said, "I just hope you aren't going to keep her all to yourself, buddy, ole buddy." His hand began inching up towards Charisse's breast.

"Don't worry pard," George said grinning, "looks like there's enough tit there for the two of us! Plenty of ass too, from what I can see!"

"Okay pal," Jerry answered, "you just tell me which half you prefer… I think the little lady might get worried if the two of us grabbed for the same spot at the same time!"

All the boys laughed at this remark by Jerry, but something about the tone of the talk and the mannerisms of these boys was beginning to make Charisse uneasy. She tried to hunch down in the seat and by making herself as inconspicuous as possible, direct attention to Debbie. She only partially succeeded, because George put his hand on her knee and started feeling between her legs. Then she gasped because Jerry had placed his hands full on her breasts and was squeezing and massaging them through the silky material of her low cut blouse. George's hand was proceeding up between her legs and feeling her inner thighs already.

"Don't you think you ought to be keeping both hands on the wheel?" she stammered to George.

His hand went up between her legs even further, almost to her crotch in response. And Jerry's hand was massaging her breast so strongly that her nipples were becoming hard and erect. Small town boys or not, they certainly didn't lose any time starting in on a girl, Charisse thought.

Jerry's hand was still massaging her breast through her silk blouse and then she suddenly felt his other hand dip into the low cut center of the blouse. His fingers playfully went right down the cleavage and his hand started to feel her naked tits and search for her nipples.

"Quite a pair of knockers we have there!" Jerry announced to George.

"Glad you like them," Charisse tried to smile and wriggle her titties away but she only succeeded in giving Jerry an extra feel.

"How's your end of this chick feel?" Jerry called over to George.

"Soft and tender, buddy," George said, feeling her inner thighs, "soft and tender!"

"Maybe it's eating stuff, eh George," Jerry grinned.

Charisse just kept quiet. Maybe if she played along with them, this attitude would change. She did want some consideration as a girl, as an individual. Here these boys were feeling her up and sizing up her anatomy as if she were a cow being brought to market. More than anything else, she realized that her inferiority complex about her mother's reputation made her crave the friendship of people in her own age group. And even more than friendship, she desperately wanted their respect. This was one of the big reasons she had gone out on this date with Debbie. She wanted to "belong", to be accepted by her generation. And for that she was ready to make a lot of concessions.

She looked towards the back seat to see how Debbie was doing. The sight there was surprising. Debbie was completely stretched out on the back seat, one leg dangling down. On their knees beside her, like two kneeling worshippers, Ralph and Frank had her skirt up around her waist and were both feeling her up. Their hands played between her legs and moved on right up to her crotch. Charisse was puzzled at Ralph's acceptance of Frank's intimate fondling of Debbie's pussy region. Debbie's eyes were wide open, but they seemed to be concentrating on the feeling the boy's busy hands were arousing, she was panting and low moans were coming from her parted lips. She didn't seem to mind the fact that both boys were caressing her so intimately and apparently so pleasurably. Charisse had only seen group sexual intercourse in the pictures of Debbie's scrapbook and never dreamed that she would soon be seeing it right before her very eyes. She was as if hypnotized by the sight of Debbie being worked over by the two boys.

Ralph abruptly pulled her sweater over her head, and at the sight of Debbie's brassiere-clad breasts couldn't help beginning to kiss the satiny skin between her cleavage. He slowly began to edge his fingers under her bra cups, and began to play and tweak her big pink nipples. Suddenly, one of his hands undid her bra clasp and her titties practically popped out of the top of the slack bra.

"That feels so good," Debbie breathed as he began to touch and rub her nipples until they were stiffly erect. Then he began to massage the breasts themselves, kneading them with his strong fingers. Debbie's asscheeks began to wriggle with the sheer sensation he was producing in her body. Ralph kept on massaging her tits and then lifted the bra up completely.

"You really do have some pair of knockers, Debbie," he panted. "I just love to squeeze them in my hands!"

Charisse was growing more embarrassed by the second, for Debbie as well as herself. She knew the boys in the front seat were aware of what was happening to Debbie in the back seat and that she was watching, too fascinated to turn away. Jerry and George both smiled knowingly at each other; they knew that Charisse was getting plenty warmed up by watching the back seat sexual play.

Charisse was actually beginning to feel her cunt-juice begin to flow, a sure sign of arousal in her. The two boys in the back were pictures of obscene lust as one continued to feel Debbie's tits and the other around her pussy. She wondered why Debbie was letting them practically disrobe her and screw her when there were three of her friends right in the front seat.

Frank's hand was running up and down over her bush-hair as Debbie wriggled her ass every time Ralph squeezed her nipples or her titties. The next time she wriggled her hips, Frank put his hand right under her buttocks. His face burned with lust as he felt her tender, lush asscheeks. He groaned with desire as the feel of her ass began to drive him wild.

"Hold on, you bugger," Ralph said, "don't try to hog everything for yourself."

They all acted as if they were completely alone, so immersed were the boys and Debbie in their frigging around. Debbie began churning her asscheeks lustfully, and this gave Frank a chance to put his hands right inside her panties, feeling her thick black bush with his fingers. He worked away at her bush and gradually began to move her panties downward until they no longer covered her pussy, but were practically at her knees.

As her pussy was completely exposed, Frank began to feel for her cunt. His hands touched her pink, wet cuntlips and then he parted them with his fingers. As Debbie felt him touch her cunt, her thighs quivered with ecstasy and she spread her legs apart a little more. Frank's hands now could play with and fondle her pussy without any hindrance.

Ralph was still playing with her lush tits, which were heaving and bouncing voluptuously with the turning of her ass as Frank fooled around with her twat. Ralph was just as excited by her knockers as Frank was with her cunt. He buried his face between them and slobbered up and down each tit, kissing each nipple in turn. Charisse could see that the pinkly erect nipples were covered with Ralph's glistening saliva.