David Crane: Family love

Presently, he raised his head.

He had stopped panting. He smiled at Debby.

"Do you jog?" he asked.

"Nope," Debby said.

She had tried it once but didn't like the way her tits jiggled. Jiggling tits were to excite boys, not to make a girl into an athlete.

"You should. Everyone should," he said.

Oh God, she thought. One of those sanctimonious sods who try to make converts.

What an asshole! Imagine a guy with a prick like that, wasting his time running?

But he was grinning at her.

He had, in fact, noticed the way she had been staring at his crotch and he only jogged to get in shape for fucking.

He said, "There's only one thing better than running for your health."

"What's that?" she said, not really interested.

He pawed for a moment.

"Jerking off," he said.

Debby was stunned.

Had she heard him right? She couldn't have. No one would say a thing like that to a stranger.

"I beg your pardon?" she said.

She was blushing and he was still grinning at her in a speculative way.

"Jerking off," he repeated. "Oh, fucking is just as good, but I'm talking about the things a guy can do for his health alone – jogging and jerking off."

Debby looked away, then looked back at him, not sure what she should do or how she should act. He was, after all, a total stranger and had no business to talk like that to her. But still, since he was a stranger whom she would no doubt never see again, Debby felt no need to act insulted or modest.

She managed to smile.

"Why is jerking off good for you?" she asked.

He moved a bit closer.

"Why, it's the same as running. It gets the old heart ticking away, it gets the blood pounding, it gets a fellow's lungs heaving – just the same, especially when you start to come and the old prick is thundering away."

He made a fist and began to beat it up and down in front of his crotch while his face assumed the expression of a demented Chinaman.

Debby had to laugh.

"Does it work for girls, too?" she asked.

"Sure," he said.

"I must be awfully healthy, then," she said, amazing herself at her own boldness.

"Oh? Masturbate plenty, do you?"

"At least once a day," she admitted.

"That's not so much. I pull my pork three times a day. Even if I don't feel like it. I run six miles and jack off three times, that's my standard daily routine."

Debby was laughing again. She was wondering if he were pulling her leg about pulling his prick?

Now he looked more seriously at bet. He said, "In fact, you've interrupting my workout. I usually stop for a handjob at this point. I come in the water. But I can't very well do that with you here."

Debby had a vision of this fit fellow standing there on the bank, puling his prick furiously and shooting a thick spurt into the water.

"Isn't it sort of like polluting?" she asked.

"Naw. The fish gobble cum up. They love it."

"I don't blame them," she said – and once more she was amazed at her own daring.

"Oh? You swallow cum, too?" he asked. "Well, I never have – but I wouldn't mind." He squinted. He said, "Listen, you don't seem to be a prude. Would you fund if I jerked off?"

"Go ahead," she said, thrilled by at thought that she was going to watch him do it.

He hesitated for a moment, giving her a questioning look. Debby was afraid he might change his mind. She desperately wanted to see it.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll give myself a handjob while you whack off – that way you won't be embarrassed."

"Why, that's very thoughtful of you," he said.

"To tell you the truth, I was just going to do it, anyhow, so you interrupted me as much as I did you."

"I can see that you and I think alike," the jogger said – and he pulled down his shorts!

His cock was coiled in his crotch in a thick, sinewy wad. His balls were bloated, all set to do their part in making him healthy. Debby gazed at his crotch, fascinated, and as she looked, his prick began to uncoil and rise up of its own accord. It jutted out towards the stream.

He still hadn't touched it.

He nodded to Debby.

She understood. She opened her jeans and slipped her hand down, cupping her hot cunt. Then he nodded again, approvingly, and folded his fist around the root of his prick. He gave the big rod a long, slow pull.

Debby felt faint with lust.

"Would you…" she stammered, then faltered, blushing furiously and looking away. "What?" be asked.

She summoned all her courage.

"Would you like me to do that for you?" she asked.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, with enthusiasm. "I'd rather fuck you, but we can't very well fuck here in the park – and a handjob is always nice."

Debby was losing all her inhibitions now.

She said, "If I jerk you off, will you fingerfuck me afterwards and make me come, too?"

"I sure will," he agreed.

Debby had made herself a deal. This, she knew, was going to be better than doing it with Sandy.

She moved over beside him.

Debby had never actually played with a prick before. She had felt them fleetingly, usually pretending it was an accident, in the midst of petting sessions. Once she had rubbed one through the boy's jeans and caused him to come in his pants – the memory of that delighted hey – but she had never felt a hard, naked cock. For a girl with such a lusty and passionate nature, and such a determination to have plenty of sex in the future, Debby was surprisingly naive and inexperienced. She had done plenty of French kissing, and she had allowed three or four boys to feel her up. But only once had she let a lucky fellow push a finger up her cunt – and that had been in one of those damned back seats. She'd been so afraid that she might get carried away and lose her cherry in an awkward, fumbling fashion, that she had made him stop after one single insertion. That fear of a clumsy defloweration was also the reason why she was not experienced in dealing with naked cocks. It was always those confining back seats. Debby knew that once she started playing with a hard-on she was liable to get carried away and want to go all the way. So, as much as her palms burned and her fingers itched, she resisted the impulse to play with pricks.

This was a different case.

There was no danger that they would get carried away and commence to fuck right there in the public park. So she felt that she was safe enough and could give that big prick a handjob without worry.

The jogger sat with his feet hanging down towards the stream and his weight supported on his hands, behind his back. His torso was arched so that his cock jutted out and up. It was hard as a stone and the knob was flaring.

Debby leaned close, observing her first prick with interest. Fascinating things – dicks – she thought. They look so lovely, so useful, so tasty! In fact, if the jogger had suggested it, Debby would have been more than willing to give him a blow job instead of a handjob, for she just knew that giving head was a thing that she would enjoy immensely. But he hadn't asked her to blow him and she was a bit too shy to suggest it or to just go ahead and start gobbling on that cock.

She reached out and touched the head of his prick with her fingertips, tentatively. That big wedge of purple meat expanded at the touch. Debby drew her hand back and looked at it, as if amazed at what it had just been in contact with. Then, smiling, he wrapped her fist around the root of that cock and began to pump it up and down with gusto.

"Is that the right way?" she asked.

The jogger nodded, his face contorted. His legs began to move, rising alternately, just as if he were running in place. He thrust up fucking through her fist.

"Don't you want to fingerfuck me while I jerk you off?" she asked, quite impatient to get her end of the reciprocal arrangement and thinking it would be nice if they could manage to come at the same time.