suddenly dancing a foot off the floor – all one-hundred and ninety pounds of him – trying desperately to break free of Johnny's iron grip.
'Now what did you mean by that last crack?' Johnny asked quietly.
'Nothin'!' Pete stammered, still struggling to get loose.
'Good!' Johnny roared, giving Pete a casual toss.
The football player's body sailed back into the room, landing with a crash in the middle of a table. Pete rolled off and went careening into the chairs, sending furniture flying as he came to a stop on the sticky floor.
'Now both of you, get the fuck out of here!' Johnny yelled, taking a step toward Jack.
Pete bounced up and headed for the door, his pal in close pursuit. Neither of them stopped until they were outside.
Sheree stood rooted in amazement. She was completely baffled by Johnny's actions. She hadn't returned any of his calls, or come to the door when he had stopped by to see her. And surely, he had heard about her big scene with Joe and the others! Yet the big clod had defended her as if they were engaged or something!
Johnny Hollister came over to her, a sheepish grin on his freckled, All-American-Boy face. His color was slowing reverting to its normal well-tanned shade, but the embarrassment was still there.
'Well, I guess I'll have to bum a ride home with you,' Johnny mumbled. 'I just chased mine out.'
'Okay, but you get to drive!' Sheree accepted instantly.
'Must be a hundred and ten today, easy,' Johnny said as he nosed the truck out onto Main. 'I thought we'd die at football practice this morning.'
'Yeah! I'd give anything for a cold sixer of beer today!'
'Anything?'
'Well, anything within reason!' Sheree quickly corrected her statement.
'How about a nice, relaxing swim with me? Is that within reason?' Johnny asked anxiously. 'I'll get a couple of sixers of ice cold beer. How about it?'
Sheree hesitated. She really had no desire to get involved with Johnny Hollister again. She still resented the way he had canned her and lied to her. But on the other hand, it was really hot and beer sounded fantastic, and a swim would be absolute heaven on a day like this.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
'Here, have a cool one,' he grinned at Sheree as he got back in the cab and they started out once more.
'You are fantastic!' Sheree cried enthusiastically, opening two cans and handing one to him. She downed two mouthfuls of the cold brew.
'Hey, aren't you going to go back into town to pick up our swim suits?' Sheree asked suspiciously, noticing that Johnny wasn't slowing down as they barreled toward the foothills.
'Who needs 'em?' Johnny yelled into the teeth of the hot wind ripping in through the open windows.
She knew in that instant that she was going to let him fuck her when they got to the swimming hole. There was suddenly no doubt or reluctance in her mind about it.
Yawning, Sheree stretched her slender arms up over her head, dropping them behind her neck. She untied the strings holding her halter top and let them fall, her arms dropping to her sides.
'Sure is hot,' Sheree whispered to Johnny, winking and shimmying her shoulders.
He turned to answer just as the thin knit material slid down her chest and floated off the tips of her breasts to settle in a clump atop her cut offs. His comment stayed frozen on his lips as he watched the material descend and those round, firm beauties slip into full view.
'I bet you're hot too,' Sheree continued to speak in a matter-of-fact tone even though the excitement was rising in her as Johnny stared at her bare tits.
Sheree unbuttoned his shirt, her nipples brushing his chest as she leaned over to undo the shirt front. Johnny twisted beneath her hands, almost ripping the shirt from her fingers in his attempt to help her work it off. He let go of the wheel, one hand at a time, as Sheree tugged the shirt away from his perspiring upper torso.
'Mmmm, what a nice, brown chest you have, with just the right covering of hair!' Sheree crooned, licking her lips.
She let her hands wander over Johnny's chest, toying with the hairy strands. The teasing fingers made their way downward, coming to rest at the zipper of Johnny's cut off jeans. Sheree gripped the zipper firmly and pulled, letting her hands slip to the sides of his jeans as the zippered front popped open.
'Lift your butt a little,' she commanded, yanking at the denim.
Johnny did as he was told and a second later, Sheree had his shorts and cut offs in a pile around his ankles. His half-hard cock stood up droopily in his lap.
'Oh, it's just like seeing an old friend!' Sheree teased, leaning over the soft prick.
She looked up at Johnny, a coy look on her face. He was swallowing hard, not knowing what to do.
'Hmm, should I suck it or shouldn't I?' Sheree pretended to deliberate in a stage whisper. 'This little fellow has been a very naughty boy, chasing that little bitch I saw you with – hasn't he?'
There was a sudden edge in Sheree's voice and her nails dug into Johnny's sensitive cock flesh just enough to be menacing.
'Ow! What bitch?'
'Ohh, that little cunt I saw you walking downtown with, the day after you asked me to go steady,' Sheree said, her nails biting deeper into the imprisoned cock.
'She was my cousin!' Johnny wailed. 'I told you about having to show her around town!'
'You really looked like you were getting into your work when I saw you,' Sheree growled. 'Did you get into her?'
'Hell no!'
Johnny flashed Sheree a boyish smile. 'I never said she was ugly.'
Sheree giggled, in spite of herself. It didn't really make a hell of a lot of difference, she realized. It wasn't as if she had remained pure as the driven snow for him that was for sure!
She leaned down over the now-limp cock, her nipples burning into his hairy thigh, and dusted the head of his prick with her lips. She heard a sharp intake of breath above her, and she smiled at the knowledge that this big, inexperienced hunk of muscle had never had a blow job before.
Flicking her tongue out like a long, pink snake, Sheree felt the slickness of Johnny's smooth cockhead and tasted the dusky maleness against her lips. She opened her mouth wide and let all of the flaccid prick into her. What a feeling of power it gave her, being able to stuff all of his manhood into her hungry mouth at once!
But it wouldn't last long. Already, the thick cock shaft was growing with every beat of his heart, forcing itself out of Sheree's hot little mouth cavern as she licked and tongued and sucked at its growing length.
'Oh, Johnny, you have such a hot, tasty cock!' Sheree panted as she released it for a moment and sat back to admire its saliva glistening hardness. The big cock towered up from atop its nut sack like a telephone pole balanced between two boulders.
'And now for a little taste of your prick juice!' Sheree said, almost to herself. 'Now don't you hold out on me. When you feel it come, just let it all shoot out and I'll swallow every last drop of it, okay?'
Sheree paid little attention to Johnny's answer – something close to a whimper – as she dipped her mouth once more onto his cock and began to suck. Her mouth slid up and down the throbbing prick as quickly as she could bob her neck. Sheree whirled her tongue rapidly around the cockhead and sucked with all her strength. She fondled Johnny's large balls lovingly with her hand.
Up and back slid Sheree's sucking lips on the burning cock shaft, her mouth licking and gobbling until she was half crazy for the taste of throat-searing cock cream. She felt as if she had been born to suck cook, to feel its smooth, firm flesh sliding in and out of her lips, to taste the pliant, rubbery impact of a purple prick head against the back of her throat, to experience the rough tickle of wiry pubic hair against her burrowing nose.
'Brrrrr, mmmmmm!' Sheree gargled swallowing all of Johnny's pulsing seven-incher. She made her throat muscles contract around the thick cock, milking the slick skin and vibrating it at the same tune.
