manipulations, until finally, with a low throaty groan up into his mouth, she surrendered to them.
She hadn't wanted to do it. Her reasoning mind told her that it was wrong, but her body, sensate and reaching for ecstasy overruled all rational thought and grasped for the pleasure of the moment, as her hips moved, uncontrollably, in tiny, undulant movements up against his teasing finger. Then, he pulled aside the wispy material of the crotchband of her panties, his finger teasing into the tight, virginal lips of her cunt, moving, tantalizingly, in the vestibule, but not entering further, merely stimulating her beyond all reason.
'Oh, God… Bill! Don't do any more to me… I'm afraid!'
'Like what…?' he asked. 'Orgasm…?'
'I've never… d-done… That…' she faltered.
'Man… you're strung out and ready, now!' he said with authority.
Reaching up, he grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down as far as he could, she, unconsciously, shifting her weight until he was able to pull then halfway down her thighs. He wormed a finger into the viscous moistness of her pussy, again, and drew it through the coral furrow up to the pulsing miniature phallus that peeped out, above. She gasped when his finger touched her there, the nerve endings sending out desperate signals for fulfillment. He stroked and fondled with his hands, one in her cunt, moving with gentle caresses on her clitoris, the other squeezing and smoothing her firm, rounded young breasts, alternately, his mouth, meanwhile, busy sucking, nibbling and chewing at her mouth, her neck and the hard, erectness of her nipple-buds.
Under his manipulative movements, her body had gone wild. Her hips moved back and forth, now, countering the stroking movements of his fingers, her mouth returned his kisses, and as the building fires in her loins became almost unbearable, she began to moan, incessantly, her voice keening in the closeness of the car. Her breath came in short gaspings; she knew it was a sign that her climax was near. Oh, God! It feels wonderful! I never want it to stop!
Her body began to jerk convulsively, her hips flexing upwards faster and faster off the seat of the car, the sex-raw sensations arcing in her like thunderbolts, until, suddenly, she recognized the new experience of orgasm. She was in it! Surging tides of rapture enveloped her. Sight and sound dimmed, and there was only the all- consuming ecstasy of the moment. As from a great distance, she heard her own voice, 'Ooooh! Biiiillll! Ooooooooohhh! It's happening… to me! It's cumming! It's cuuummmming! AAAaaauuugggh!'
Wave after wave of euphoria washed through her. She collapsed in Bill's arms, and he kissed her tenderly.
'Groovy… wasn't it…?' he asked.
'Y-Yeesssss! Oh, yes!'
She was ecstatic for a moment, but a disturbing thought struck her. She verbalized it, immediately. 'But… it seems… Wrong… s-somehow… doesn't it…?'
'Hell! How can it be wrong? It felt good didn't it? And you enjoyed it… that's the main thing!'
'But… it's m-masturbation.'
'That crap's for the dark ages!' he said, vehemently. 'It's never hurt anybody! Now, you can fix me…!' He reached down, unzipped his pants, delved inside and brought his fully erect penis out into the car with them.
Charity had seen it standing up massively from his body, as he held it by the shaft and pulled the foreskin back to expose the bulbous head of it, a tear of preparatory lubricant glistening, viscously, at the slit in the very tip. She looked away in embarrassment, not knowing how to handle his obvious exhibition of it. On a few occasions, she had seen both her father and her brother nude, but she had always felt uncomfortable… as though she were witnessing something that was basically dirty.
'Here, let me put your hand on it,' Bill said.
'M-My hand…?'
'Of course… you're going to jack me off… do the same thing for me… like I just did for you… You know…'
'Wh-What do you… M-mean…?' she asked.
'I'll show you!' he grunted, taking her hand and placing it on his hardened rod, curling her hand around its chunky girth. 'Now, move your hand on it… up and down… until I cum!' He kept his hand around hers and demonstrated the movement.
At the first contact of her hand with his virile young cock, she tried to shrink away, the shock of actually touching the thing frightening to her.
'N-No! I–I can't… do it!' she moaned.
'Come off it, Charity! You'll either do it this way… or suck me off! I've got to have my fun, too!'
'S-Suck… on that…?' She was incredulous. 'Ugh!'
He had given her a choice. She chose the former suggestion, finding it the least disagreeable. She just couldn't imagine anyone doing it. That's horrible! Why that's the nastiest thing I ever heard… sucking on a boy's t- thing!
'Sure! Millions of people do it!' he assured her.
'I don't believe it!'
'I'm just laying the facts on you!' he said, exasperated. 'Here… let me put a little spit on it!' He removed her hand for a moment while he applied saliva to his upstanding prick. 'There, now… move your hand… slow at first… I'll tell you when to speed up…!' His hardened cock was warm in her hand; she could feel the heat it exuded as she did his bidding, moving her hand stiffly in the up and down motion he had shown her. Her fingers barely reached around it, and she wondered idly how an erect penis was ever able to go into a girl's vagina. Specifically, she wondered how it could ever fit into her own tiny virginal cunt. She knew from examination of herself that there had to be a disparity of size.
She knew she would not ask him that particular question; he might want to show her, and she was not ready, yet, to lose her virginity. In the state she had been, just a few moments, before, she might well have allowed it, the power of the passion that had held her in its grasp had been all-consuming. It would have been easy, she realized, now, for her to have accepted anything, at that point… even vaginal intercourse. The thought was frightening. Dear God! I might have done it! I might have let him put his thing in me… and… and… It was too much. She couldn't bring herself to complete the thought. God! She had been so close… and hadn't realized it, at the time!
'Christ!' he grated. 'Don't try to choke it to death! Loosen up your hand… and let it move kind of loose like… all the way up and down… over the head, too!'
Trying to do it the way he instructed her, she felt it throbbing and jerking in her hand, and somehow, there was a thrill to it… some undefinable feeling of erotic stimulation. She suddenly, had the idea that there was power, force… an animal energy in the organ itself, as it responded to her now feathery touch. His cock expanded and throbbed against her hand, its heat seeming to increase with the friction as she moved on him.
Now, his hips were jerking up and back to meet her manual manipulation of his prick, fucking her hand- substitute with jackhammer fury. Finally, she realized that he was moving faster and faster. She tried to keep up, but could not. Finally, holding her hand almost immovable on him, she could only wait desperately for his explosive climax.
Charity had not noticed, earlier, that he had removed his handkerchief from his pocket, but now, she saw it in his hand; she knew, instinctively, what it was for, as he brought it down to hover just above her hand curled around his racing cock. He must be very near, she decided, feeling a definite stirring in her own being, with the realization that she was acting as an instrument for all of this magnificent power, a power held solely in her own tiny, trembling hand.
Suddenly, he groaned and gave a final thrust, and she could feel the hard rod of flesh in her hand expand and begin spasmodically jerking, pumping his white, hot and viscous cream through the tumescent tube of his cock. Several times she felt it, a tiny, shivering thrill going through her. At the instant of his shuddering climax, he had brought the handkerchief down to cover the head, catching the sperm in its enveloping shroud. She was slightly disappointed that she could not actually see it… see it and feel it as it spewed forth, but she understood his concern for their clothing and the interior of his car. Then, some of the warm, sticky fluid ran down onto her hand, and she could smell the pungent male odor of him in the confines of the car. She found it not at all unpleasant, now, and she was completely surprised at herself. What had come over her? Was it because she had helped to give him pleasure? She didn't know… and slowly, reluctantly, she released him.
She finished her preparations for bed, snapped out the light and crawled in between the sheets. Tossing and turning, restlessly for several minutes, she was finally claimed by sleep from sheer fatigue. Hers had been a full
