But supposing her father decided to use the car again that evening? Jo tossed her long blond hair as she eased open the rear door of the sedan. The hell with it! You had to dare something to win something-wasn't that what they said?
Normally a cautious girl, she had been possessed of a curious lightheaded devil-may-care attitude ever since she had smoked that cigarette in the park. Mario had rolled it himself and it had a strange, sweetish, almost aromatic flavor. Jo wondered if there hadn't been marijuana mixed in with the tobacco-lots of the kids in her senior class smoked "grass" but she had never tried it herself. Sliding across the back seat to make room for Mario she shrugged to herself. What the hell, she thought again. If it was marijuana… well, she just preferred not to know! In any case it had tasted great! And she felt great! Mario was great! Everything was great!
After he pushed up her sweater and unfastened her flimsy brassiere, the boy began massaging her breasts into maddening hardness, rolling the nipples around and caressing the sensitive areolas with the palms of his hands. And then, he took one of the stiffly erect buds of flesh into his mouth. The gentle playing of his tongue around the sensitively quivering skin drove her to near desperation, so that she hardly noticed when his hand slipped up under the miniskirt and began to stroke the warm softness of her smooth inner thighs.
"No, Mario! Please! No!" she had gasped, sensing that as the youth's caresses grew more urgent, she might not be able to hold him back as easily as she could the younger high school boys.
But his hands kept on stroking her, roving the full length of her voluptuously curved body, over her flat white stomach, across her passionately heaving ribs, back to the hard ridge of her hips, and finally down to the nylon-sheathed softness of her trembling loins. But this time the hand did not stay outside. Mario insinuated his fingers slowly but insistently under the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and eased them down towards the silky curls of pubic hair in the tender "vee" between her thighs. As she shuddered and gasped with excitement, he stroked her there, slowly working his middle finger up into the moist virginal slit of her vagina, arousing a thrilling, tingling sensation that she had never experienced before. Still incoherently murmuring the automatic refusals that sprang unbidden to her lips, the aroused Jo squirmed around on the cold, leather of the car seat under the pressure of Mario's expert finger-fucking. Their breathing had become so heavy that the windows of the sedan were all fogged up.
And then-Jo never knew quite how it happened-her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were off! As Mario rolled down the window to let in some air, she almost involuntarily spread her legs and rested one heel on the sill. Now, with the blood pulsating in her ears, she lay wondering excitedly what he would do to her next.
She heard the metallic rip of his zipper opening… and then suddenly a blunt, heavy pressure against her hip. It was his penis! It had to be! Jo had never felt one before and the muscles of her body contracted away automatically at the unfamiliar and disturbing touch.
She was about to protest and pull away from him when abruptly Mario hunched himself up over her reclining body and dropped down on his knees between her widely parted legs. She felt the hard bulge of his penis in the groove of her hip as he leaned forward and took the ripely swelling mound of one quivering breast in his two hands, dropping his head to suck the tautly throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth.
"Ooooooooooh!" Jo moaned. "Oh, wow! Oh, Nooooooo! Don't!"
Her blond head moved dazedly from side to side on the seat as he began a gentle sucking pressure against the sensitive nipple between his lips. His hands dropped down to course lightly over the soft firmness of her waist and belly, stroking the tender skin to a trembling awareness that flamed suddenly through her loins. Knowing she should stop him now, before it was too late, Jo tried to protest again-but somehow the words stuck in her throat as his mouth played for long delicious moments around her throbbing breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly through the wide fleshy valley between them.
And then his mouth was sliding hotly down over her trembling belly, his desire-swollen cock moving down the inside of her thigh, as his body slipped lower. Soft mewls and gasps of pleasure panted from her parted pink lips as he ground his tongue for a moment in her navel. Again she sought to stop him, but it was as though she had become temporarily paralyzed. She settled herself lower in the seat, overcome by the maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She felt her thighs being pressed farther apart as he hunched himself up between them. She sucked in her breath with a shuddering gasp as she felt Ins thumbs on the softly quivering hair-covered lips of her vagina, splaying them apart, and the coolness of the garage air touched her there.
With a stifled moan, Mario dropped his head, and his tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris.
The blond Jo jerked galvanically at the sudden tingling contact. "Aaaaaaaagh!" she moaned. "Ooooooh! Wow! No! No! No… we mustn't… please!"
But as the sensitive shaft of flesh throbbed into her with a greater hardness, Mario suddenly lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wider still, spearing his raping tongue deep into the moist virgin flesh of her cunt.
Jo jerked again, a low moan escaping from deep in her throat as her hands reached down involuntarily. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, and she-pulled Mario's face hard and wantonly into her loins. His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip flickering against the sensitive wet walls of her pussy, sending spasms of insane desire coursing wildly through her half-naked body. Then suddenly, to her astonishment and disappointment, he was moving up over her, leaving her tongue-aroused cunt aflame with lustful desire. An instant later he was kissing her, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat as he took her hand and placed it demandingly on his blood-engorged penis, wrapping the fingers around the hotly pulsating shaft.
Jo tightly clenched them, hearing the groan of pleasure that forced itself between his lips, over her own gasping breath. Wow, it was enormous! She had never expected a penis would be so big! If he were to put it up inside of her, it would split her vagina wide open! It would kill her! Nevertheless the thought of such a lewd thing, the feel of the rod of lust-hardened male flesh throbbing in her hand, was obscurely delighting her. She'd like to feel its pulsing rigidity plunging deep into her seething cunt at this very minute! Instinctively, she began to massage the outer skin back and forth, up and down the iron-hard shaft. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good, or so right, or so complete.
Mario reached back and slipped his middle finger once more up between her legs, parting the flowered, open vaginal lips whose hair-fringed edges were now slippery wet with the secretions seeping excitedly from her pussy, and grinding it tantalizingly against her erectly throbbing clitoris.
Jo tensed on the seat as an electric shock of abandoned pleasure rippled up through her naked body. For a moment she could not move; she was frozen like a statue as the lustful sensations seared through her veins-and the boy took this to mean that she had given way. Carefully, he began levering himself up on his knees.
Jo felt a cold wetness on her exposed thigh as his massive cock swayed away from her flesh. For an instant she wondered if Mario had had an orgasm-but his throbbing member was still as hard as a plank of wood. Then she remembered that men, too, produced a seminal fluid before they reached orgasm, and this thought made her tingle with even wilder enthusiasm. Automatically, she increased the speed of her milking fingers, sliding the sleek hot skin more and more rapidly up and down the wetly gleaming cockshaft.