'Ah-ah-good, good,' Jan whispered. 'Aw-aw.'
Charlie's rigid cock was bent agonizingly down by Jan's head. Awkwardly, he shifted his hips. As if she understood, she lifted her head and let his cock swing up and around. Then, carefully, she nestled her head back down on his thighs. His cock was now tipped up, jutting free, leaning against her cheek.
The sight of his phallus, so close to her face, gave Charlie a lewd charge. She had a sweet face, a young face, but not a baby face. The sight of his erect penis leaning against her soft cheek was exquisite.
He redoubled his efforts in her crotch and on her breasts, watching, fascinated, the way his fingers vanished in her hairy pussy. Curling his thumb under, he groped for the nerve button of her clit. It made his tendons ache, but he was determined to do it. Something in him was forcing him on, forcing him to try to give her the best time he could.
He felt her clit quivering under his thumb, and rolled it wildly back and forth. Jan's hips heaved in response to the searing stimulation, and he knew he had her. He tormented her clit and wriggled his fingers in her vagina at the same time. Awkwardly, he leaned over and managed to kiss one of her nipples. He drew the hard nubbin into his mouth, and rasped his tongue over it.
Jan's response was to buck her hips against his working hand. Her pelvis rolled and twisted and jerked almost as if she were trying to throw his hand off. She arched her back and tried to ram her whole breast into his mouth. Twisting her head, she licked his hard-on and whimpered deep in her throat.
His back aching, Charlie reluctantly released her breast and straightened up. He increased his efforts at her crotch. Her hot thighs slammed closed on his hand, then opened, and slammed closed again as her hips heaved up against his hand.
She stopped licking his cock, and just lay there quivering and trembling. Then she jammed her hips up against his hand. Her body arched, her muscles knotting, a searing orgasm ripped through her lithe, perfect body. Her vagina spasmed around his fingers as her orgasm went on and on.
Charlie damn near came himself, just from watching Jan climax. He was ramming his fingers as deeply into her convulsing pussy as he could, trying to push her ass back down on the seat. Finally her orgasm faded, her muscles fell limp, and she lay there panting and drained. She reached down and pressed her hand on his, keeping his fingers sunk in her sodden vagina. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.
Then she took his hand from her crotch and guided it to her mouth. Daintily, she sucked one of the fingers he had drilled into her fountaining pussy. Then, deliberately, carefully, she steered his hand to his own mouth, and guided the other finger into him.
Charlie hesitated a moment, and then sucked her fluids off his finger, sensing, somehow, that this was a test. He rolled her flavor around in his mouth, savoring it, and decided that he liked it. Relieved, he licked the rest of her juices off his hand.
Jan heaved herself up out of his lap. She slid over beside him, drew his arm around her shoulders, put his hand on her breast, and snuggled up to him. She reached over and curled her fingers around his hard cock and began to pump it slowly and rhythmically.
Charlie's pleasure was more languid, less intense and impatient, now that he had come once. Jan's hand was a hot glove around his stiff, ready cock. Every slow stroke seemed to draw a few sperm from his balls into the firing chambers in his groin. The feel of her arm across his stomach increased his pleasure.
He played languidly with her breast, sliding his palm over its soft curves. He brushed his fingers over the rubbery bump of her nipple. Curling his fingers under her breast, he lifted it gently, measuring its weight and fullness.
They were both naked. It was amazing. Always before his make-out sessions had been frantic, hurried, and uncomfortable. The girls had always been reluctant, terrified of being caught in the act. It had always been a struggle to get his hand up their skirts, impossible to get them to undress.
Jan was totally different. She reacted to nudity with a casualness that Charlie found incredibly erotic. Here, at a drive-in movie, with cars on both sides of them, and another couple in the back seat, she was making no move toward covering herself. She accepted, even welcomed his hand on her bare breast. She was fondling his cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Was this what sex was really all about? Charlie couldn't believe it could be this simple, this easy. Sex was something that happened behind closed doors, in darkness and in stealth. It was secret and private, something hidden and furtive.
Or was it? Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. Maybe sex was supposed to be open, and honest, and exciting. Maybe it was supposed to be enjoyed leisurely, slowly, and gently and peacefully.
God, that hand around his cock felt good! She was squeezing his phallus gently as she pumped her hand up and down, up and down, sliding the soft envelope of skin over the steely core. Every once in a while she would brush a finger over the rounded tip and stroke down, down over a point that was extraordinarily sensitive. Every time she did that, he would get a searing tickle deep in his groin. Then she would pump and pump and pump some more, and bring another hot wave of fluid welling out the slit at the end.
What would happen if he slipped his hand over onto her bare thigh? Christ, why should he bother to wonder? She had already sucked his cock dry. She had already demanded that he cram his fingers into her hot twat. Why shouldn't he give it a try and see if she'd let him probe her hot, wet slit a second time?
He screwed his courage up to the breaking point. Hesitantly, he moved his hand over toward Jan's crotch. His fingers brushed over his own, strong, hairy thigh, then touched her satin-smooth, rounded one softly. Carefully, he moved his fingers along her warm bare skin, around the curve of her leg, down toward the inside of her thigh.
The back of his hand touched her other leg. She had her thighs pressed close together. Before it could discourage him, she eased her legs open, let him slip his fingers down to where her skin was softest and hottest He gripped her thigh, and squeezed gently.
Her fingers tightened momentarily around his phallus. She reached across with her other hand, and slid her fingers up under his balls. Still massaging his steel hard, aching prick, she rolled his balls on the fingers of her other hand. She was turned toward him slightly now, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hair was tickling his bare skin. Leaning forward a little, she nibbled and licked the side of his neck.
Charlie slid his hand higher, toward the heart of her crotch. The skin under his fingertips seemed to get hotter and softer every inch of the way. The nipple between the fingers of his other hand felt harder and more swollen than ever. He pinched and tugged at it.
Hair touched his fingers. Tight, wiry, scratchy hair brushed the side and back of his index finger. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, he was so close to it. She didn't do anything to stop him, to keep him away from her hot hole.
When his fingers actually burrowed into the hot, soft, yielding, steamy nest of her pussy, she pushed forward against his hand. Still pumping his phallus, she stroked her fingers over the rubbery, nerve-laden bulb of his cock. Wrapping both hands around his penis, she made a tight tunnel for his meat, and pumped at it while she squeezed it.
Charlie felt an orgasm approaching as she skillfully and expertly masturbated him. He slipped his fingers into her burning crevice, spreading her soft, hairy labia. He carefully and shyly explored her slippery hot slit feeling the petal-like inner labia, the big bump of her clitoris, the little bump of her piss hole, and, below that, down between her thighs, the steaming shaft of her vagina.
Jan moaned softly when he touched her clitoris. Her lips moved softly on the side of his neck. Her teeth caught a fold of skin, and as she nipped it, worried it with her tongue. She slid her ass forward a little and spread her thighs farther apart.
She began pumping his cock harder, more impatiently. She added to the already monumental stimulation by working her fingers as if she were milking a cow. She drew successive waves of hot fluid down the length of his channel, and then smeared them into a hot paste on his burning prick.
God! Charlie knew he was going to cum again, and that it was going to be as good, possibly better, than when he had spurted his semen into her working mouth. This time he was going to be draining deeper reservoirs, and it was going to take longer. This time when his muscles spasmed and pumped they were going to be heaving a thicker, more resistant load. They would be working harder and he would enjoy it more.
He probed two fingers into Jan's vagina. He felt her hole spread open around the invading digits, cling close to them, smearing them with thick, slippery lubricant Experimentally, he eased a third finger into her tunnel, and felt her tissues stretch to accept it. He wriggled his fingers in her seething tunnel, and heard her gasp in response.
