“I just hoped it would be enough.” To be continued... This is about a girl I dated after High School and in the Service. Back in the 60's we were dumb as hell about sex and how to take care of ladies so they enjoyed it too! I've mentioned a friend that gave me some tips that carried over the years and for the most part the ladies whose pants I got into were impressed with my patientance and willingness to make sure they enjoyed it too..Freddie had told me to pay attention to the lady and how she responded to what I did.... His first hint was "if you can't stick it then lick it" and gently rub her clitoris at first and not just jam a finger or your cock into her teen pussy without it being her idea...So here we go with Susan..yes I'm using names this time and again a True Story...Mostly..;o)) My "friend" Craig really thought he was a cocksman and was always bragging how he had screwed Susan and Diane, the girl down the street. I never anal told him Diane and I had played "Doctor" when we were young and through High School I had no interest in her. She had monster breasts and wore a D cup bra as a freshman but this is about Susan. We were Friday nite crusiers in the "Creek" and were disliked by the cops and I had a 61 Pontiac that was quick...big V8, 3 two's, posi, 4 speed hydro, mag wheels, headers, and big rear tires. Craig was always pestering me to let him drive, as his ride was Hardcore a 63 VW that was his Dads. Saturday nites were a bit quieter and he had Susan with him and she was acting grumpy as hell towards him. She said, let Al ride with me in the back seat and have Craig drive. I thought it over and was looking in the mirror at her and she kept giving me a pleading look to let him drive. We stopped at the Bowling Alley at the south end of town and I told him he could drive to Mel's Drive-In (yes the same Mel's as in American Graffitti). Needless to say I was nervous as hell with him driving and when I got in the back seat with Susan she laid a lip lock on me and whispered in my ear she'd been wanting me because I wasn't an ass to her like Craig! She was as close to being in my lap as possible and we commenced to kissing a lot and she started moaning..We did a loop through town and when we got back to the Bowling Alley Craig was pissed and said he was headed in to call his brother to come pick him blowjob up and Susan was mine! Let me describe Susan..she was 5'3" and weighed maybe 120. She had a really nice smile with twinkling eyes, maybe B cup breasts and a nice butt. Here sister a year younger was her twin with Blonde hair. I suspect the sister was a bleach job as her Mom and Dad had dark hair..more to be discovered about hair color and Mom. So here we sit in the Bowling Alley with Craig gone and I'm wondering what to do...She seemed kind of grumpy and not as friendly as she was in the back seat. I asked what's up and she said I suppose your going to tell everybody you fucked me after Craig left and make me look like a slut like she had the reputation she had gotten lately while dating Craig. I told her I was not a kiss and tell guy and what happened, even if it's nothing is nobodys blonde business..I fired the car up and she asked where are we going. This naughty tremble rippled through my body. For teen some more grown up games. She stopped crying and slowly walked over to blonde me. She anal reached out and touched my face. I turned to Bethany and said Bethany tell Shannon what we have blowjob done for you, she said well mis I was kid napped in Tallahassee my Daddy is a senator there, I was brought down here and was beaten, then raped, then beaten and chained to a wall, then raped and sodomized, then caged for over a week. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, sex slavery, and voyeurism. Chad’s fetid load had stained her tongue with the reminder of what she had reduced herself to in the name of keeping the peace on this planet – and keeping her head in the process by not being discovered by those who would mean to execute her for her crimes. Isobel walks over to Cindy's bag and snatches it off the sink-bench. How do you know?" “Sean…Sean Sloan, and yours?” Pierre climbed out of the cab and went to open the door at the rear. A few vehicles sat here and there, Hardcore looking at me walking across the pavement was Jace again sitting in his 4x4. Why did you care?