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Hit her harder!
CHAPTER ONE
Harvey Henderson and Sheree Messmer were sitting beside on another in the backseat of Harvey's LTD. The car was parked on the top of Sex Hill, where the young people of Painted Post, Pennsylvania frequently went to do their fucking and sucking in private.
Harvey Henderson and Sheree Messmer were sitting so close to one another that they could feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies.
They had been necking for some time. The windows were fogged over from the inside because of the panting that had been going on.
Harvey and Sheree were breathing so hard that they each sounded as if they were running the final mile – the longest mile – of the Boston Marathon.
"Let's fuck. I need to fuck you so bad," Harvey Henderson said.
"I don't think so. I don't think it's a good idea," Sheree Messmer said.
"How come?" Harvey Henderson asked, with a note of irritation in his baritone voice. He suspected that he knew the answer.
"It's got to do with, uhhhhhhhh, with, you know, uhhhh…"
"It has to do with Roberta Jean, right?" Harvey Henderson said.
"Yes."
"But Roberta Jean and me are quits, baby. It's you and me now."
"She was your girlfriend less than forty-eight hours ago."
"I don't care. That was yesterday and yesterday's gone."
"I'm afraid of her, Harvey," Sheree Messmer said in a low voice.
She spoke no louder than a whisper. Her moist and puffy lips were very close to the young man's ear.
Harvey Henderson could feel Sheree Messmer's moist breath working right up against his eardrum. This made the young man shiver violently all over his body.
"That's silly. There is no reason to be afraid, Sheree."
Sheree Messmer could tell by the tone of Harvey Henderson's voice that he wasn't even sure himself of the truth of his words. Sheree Messmer got the impression from the tone of Harvey Henderson's voice that he was afraid of Roberta Jean Richardson too.
Roberta Jean was a tough broad – and ruthless to boot.
Sheree was petite, and would have been no match for Roberta Jean Richardson in a fair fight. For that matter, Harvey Henderson did not know what he would do if he ran into his ex-girlfriend in a dark alley.
She was pissed at him, Roberta Jean was. He didn't have to worry about the tough broad carrying a weapon.
Roberta Jean Richardson did not need a weapon. Roberta Jean Richardson WAS a weapon, you understand.
"Are you horny, Sheree?" Harvey Henderson inquired.
"Of course, I am. I want to get it on, I'm just scared – scared of the consequences, Harvey," Sheree said.
"Let's fuck!"
"I can't. I'm having my period," Sheree Messmer said.
"Shit!"
"You act as if it's my fault or something," she said.
"No, no, no, it's not your fault. You know, I'm just…"
"Frustrated?"
"Yeah."
"I'll tell you what, I'll just suck you off, Harvey!"
"Okay!"
Harvey Henderson's eyes lit up. His eyes opened so far, as a matter of fact, that one could see the whites all the way around his irises.
"Ummmmm, look at the crotch of your trousers!" she said.
"What about it?" Harvey Henderson asked. He was breathing very hard. It was as humid as a jungle in the backseat of that LTD. The air was carbon dioxide rich and oxygen-light, making the pair dizzy.
They thought they were dizzy with lust. Being horny did not hurt the light-headedness they were experiencing, however.
"There is a big bulge there!" Sheree Messmer exclaimed.
"My cock feels so swollen, Sheree," Harvey Henderson said.
It was true. Harvey Henderson had a full-fledged boner crammed inside his increasingly tight bluejeans.
Ever since Harvey Henderson first climbed into the backseat of his car with the diminutive brunette he had been feeling the hot blood of his masculine arousal pumping downward in his body heading for his cock and balls. His dick had been getting consistently longer and thicker and harder. Now the head of the young man's prick felt like it was about to explode at any second from the internal pressure he was experiencing down there.
His balls were swollen too.
His nuts ached.
His cock throbbed.
"Move down onto the floor so that you are kneeling in front of me," Harvey Henderson said softly.
"Okay," Sheree Messmer said. She didn't mind giving the young man a blow job. Not at all. She LOVED sucking guys off.
She thought sucking off a guy was a GREAT way to break the ice.
She thought that it was a lot more civilized – more lady-like maybe – to suck a guy off than to fuck him on the first date. Besides, she had been telling the truth about having her period.
She was on a heavy flow day. They would have made a mess out of the backseat of Harvey Henderson's car if they had tried to fuck then and there.
Sheree Messmer could feel her mouth starting to water.
The diminutive brunette's salivary gland was working overtime. Her mouth filled with spittle the second she realized that it was not going to be long before she had Harvey Henderson's cock and balls in her mouth.
Sheree Messmer knew that soon she would have to swallow more frequently than usual just to keep from drooling spittle down onto her chin.
For a moment Sheree Messmer forgot all about her fear of Roberta Jean Richardson. She forgot that she was taking her life into her hands if she let the general public know she was Harvey Henderson's new girlfriend.
Sheree moved onto place on the floor of the backseat of the LTD in between Harvey Henderson's parted thighs. Her hands went immediately for the brass buckle to his black leather belt. Sheree Messmer could see her fingers trembling a little bit. She was so excited. The bulge in the crotch of Harvey Henderson's trousers was huge. The diminutive brunette could tell that her latest lover was hung like a horse.
She unbuckled his belt.
Harvey Henderson's cock felt like it was going to come ripping right through the tight denim material.
His balls felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size, but he figured this was sensational hyperbole created by his sexually aroused nervous system.
His cock and balls felt as if they were suffocating inside his pants.
Harvey could feel his heart starting to pound inside his chest. He could tell that this was a problem that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. The handsome young man could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before his heart was pounding so hard that it would feel as if it were threatening to pound its way right out of his chest. The good-looking young stud watched as Sheree grabbed, the latch to the zipper to his fly with her right thumb and forefinger. Sheree did this, arching her fingers at the knuckles so that she could only the latch with the fleshy part of her fingertips exclusively – so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way.
Sheree pulled the zipper all the way down. The slight but attractive stud's pants fell open. There was only a dim blue illumination within the car, provided by the full moon which was shining in through the rear window of Harvey's LTD.
The small but well-hung male could see even in that dim light that the white cotton of his jockey shorts was stretched extremely taut by the length and girth of his pecker.
The intensely aroused masculine lover could feel his come heating up inside his scrotal sack. He could feel his silver seed swimming around his swollen testicles with an ever-increasing amount of anxiousness.
"Lift your ass so I can pull down your drawers," she said.
She whispered.
She purred.
Like a cat!
Harvey did as he was told without a peep of protest.