The man was about forty-five. He seldom came into the park, but this morning he awakened early, and the weather was warm, so he decided to take a walk. Now he was glad he'd made that decision. The girl who sat next to him on the bench was more than just friendly. She seemed downright anxious to strike up a conversation. Perhaps she was just lonely, but there was something more-was it a restlessness in her eyes? Or maybe it was the fleeting second when he saw her glance down at his crotch.
She was very young, but it was hard to decide just what age she was. Her hair was arranged fashionably, and she wore more makeup than most of the younger girls he'd seen around town. Also, her clothes were mature, in a stylish way. Only her face seemed very, very young.
Well, he supposed, a lot of women had extremely young faces. This one didn't even show the first sign of a wrinkle. He looked at her very closely in the early morning sunlight. Those eyelashes could have been false, but they matched the color of her hair perfectly.
The man smiled at her and she smiled back.
"You go to school?" he asked.
"Graduated," she answered.
"Oh-well, I meant college, of course.” "No. I decided to go to work instead. I can always go to college later.” "Of course. Of course.”
Her voice was a bit strange. It was deep, but rather unnaturally so. Like someone trying to force themselves to sound older than they really were. Perhaps it was just his imagination. A lot of people had unusual voices. What was he feeling so jumpy about?
"Do you come to the park very often?" she asked.
"Well, not in the morning like this. Today's so nice, I just decided to get out and take a walk.” "Are you married?” "Now-what a strange question. Yes, I am, as a matter of fact. Are you?” "No.”
His eyes glistened. The conversation was getting rather intimate, and he was still impressed with how pretty she was. Surely, she wasn't a prostitute. Nobody this young could be. Or could they?
"I was thinking," the girl said, "that if you don't know the park very well, I could show you a couple of very interesting places. I don't come here very much either. I mean, not this early. But it's nice to have somebody to talk to.” "Why, that's very nice of you. Just what are these places you'd like to show me?” "Well," she said, "one is a big rock with a very unusual formation. It isn't far from here. Just down the hill, at the bottom of this path. Want to take a walk?” "Sure," the man said, standing up. He was tall, and she liked his looks. For a man of his age, he was certainly good looking, and he had a firm, athletic-looking body.
"Let's go then,’ the girl said.
They strolled along for some time without speaking. Her eyes seemed to be looking in every direction at once, as though she expected to see somebody.
"Are you sure you're all alone?" he asked.
"Yes. Why?” "Because you keep looking all around, and over your shoulder.” "Oh. I like to look at the squirrels. Don't you?” "I guess so.”
They reached the bottom of the path, and she pointed to the large rock.
"There it is. Isn't that interesting?”
It seemed like any other rock to him. It was big of course. Granite, probably. It sat a little way off the path.
"Come and look at the back of it. It has a very unusual shape.”
The man stopped.
"Now look, miss. Just why do you want me to go behind that rock with you? I don't think you're any more interested in the shape of it than I am.”
She smiled again, and he had to admit there was something very honest and appealing about her face. He noticed her shape again, and wondered what it would be like to cop a feel of her body. From everything that had happened so far, he could only assume that she was encouraging him to do just that.
"You come back there with me and I'll show you what's so interesting!”
He was too curious now to resist. Also, a little fire had started in his loins.
"All right," he said. "Show me.”
They walked off the path. When they got to the other side of the rock he saw a flat, grassy area that seemed to be completely hidden from view on every side. The girl walked into the hollow area first, and motioned for him to follow. As soon as he reached her, she put her hand on the front of his crotch and gave him a squeeze.
"Why don't you show me something interesting first?" she asked.
His heart was pounding. It was all happening so fast. And yet, he was a man who seldom turned down an opportunity. He found that they happened only rarely. When there was a knock, open the door. That was his motto.
He unzipped the trousers of his neat blue business suit and her hand darted inside.
"Owww, your underwear feels nice. What's that big bulge there? It's getting harder and harder!” "Guess what it is," he answered.
"I can't guess. I'll have to see it." She reached through the fly of his jockey shorts, found his thick, stiff cock, and began to haul it out.
"Owww, take it easy! It's so hard I might have to take my pants down. I don't think it'll come out that way!” "Take them down, then," she said.
He unbuckled his trousers and slid them down around his thighs. His underwear followed. The girl was impressed with the sight of his thick, hairy thighs, his fat throbbing cock that stood straight out, his low-hanging balls. She began to play with all of these things, running her hands lovingly over every inch of his genitals.
"You're quite a girl, aren't you?" he said.
"I know what I like, if that's what you mean," she said. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. She began to lick his balls and plant little soft kisses on the hairy sac. The man groaned and pushed his pelvis forward.
Her tongue traced a trail from his balls up the underside of his cock. She sucked and nibbled at the thick, heavy cord there. In a moment she was tickling the cockhead, making the shaft jump around in the air from his overheated excitement.
"Owwwww, watch it, lady. That thing is like a time bomb. It goes off if you bounce it around too much!”
She captured the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it expertly. He knew he was drooling from the tip, but she didn't seem to mind. After a moment, he had to stop her. "Let it rest now.” "Ohhh, but it's so big! I just love to suck it!”
“Yeah? Well, you'll have plenty of time to do that. Take your skirt down now and let me get a little feel of what you've got!”
The girl unzipped her skirt from the side and let it drop to the ground. She stepped out of it. The man reached out and peeled down her sheer nylon panties. They were trimmed with lace, and very sexy. He didn't think women wore this kind of underwear for everyday use.
Her pussy was so enticing he couldn't help but drop to his knees for a taste. The ground felt rough, but he didn't mind. He grabbed the girl around the ass and pulled her crotch into his face. She almost lost her balance when he forced her legs farther apart, but this gave him a chance to shove his entire mouth and chin up and under. With his thumbs he parted the lips of her vagina and when she was open enough, he stabbed in with his tongue. She grabbed his hair and pulled on it, forcing him to suck her even harder.
"Yeah! Yeah, lick it! Lick it! Owwww, I like to get my pussy licked! Does that taste good? Does my cunt taste good? Aren't you ashamed of yourself, going around and sucking girls' pussies in the park? Owww, that's right! Get your tongue all the way in there! Oh, shit, you'll make me come!”
She pulled away from him. He made a dive with his mouth again, but she held him off. She could see him jerking himself, and his cock was oozing juice. She knew he was as hot as she was. Maybe hotter.
"Let me kiss your ass!" he almost pleaded.
She turned around and poked her butt out.
His hands separated the cheeks of her ass and his tongue shot into the deep cleft. In one second he found the little pink hole and he began to lick all around it, then inside, probing deeply. The girl began to squirm. She reached down and began to massage her clit. The double sensation was fantastic! She put out a hand and steadied herself against the rock for support. Her knees were beginning to tremble and her legs felt weak. She knew if he could give her this sensation, she could drive him just as wild by returning the favor. She pulled away from him.
“Now you.”
“What?” "I want to get my face in your ass, too!” "Are you sure?” "I said I did, didn't I?”
He stood up and they exchanged places.
The girl knelt on the ground behind him. He also leaned forward and grabbed the rock for support. In seconds he felt her tongue doing all the wonderful things to him that he had just done to her. She had to be the most remarkable person he'd ever met. He couldn't believe his good fortune.
His cock was so hard now that he didn't dare touch it. If he ended this wonderful meeting so soon, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
Her mouth began to lick the cheeks of his ass all over, making* them wet. Then something else went into his rectum. It wasn't her tongue. He realized that she was poking a finger inside him. He felt a sharp pain and realized she had two fingers inside. She wiggled them around and the pain went away. It was the most sensational feeling he'd ever had! At the same time she was fucking him with her fingers, she reached under and began playing with his balls and cock with her other hand. Her mouth was still licking his asscheeks, and he knew that if she kept this up much longer she'd push him off the brink of sanity.
"Uhhh! Oh, Christ! You better stop that now. I can't take any more!”
The girl removed her fingers from his ass and stood up.
He turned around, his face flushed and perspiring. She looked down and saw his cock dancing in the air. Without touching it, she pushed her pussy forward until the fat head of his dick was only an inch away from her body.
"Don't they look pretty together?" she asked. "That's where your cock belongs. Right up there inside my hot cunt!”
She looked at him and noticed a strange expression on his face. He was looking directly into her eyes.
"How old are you?”
His voice was stern, like an angry father. She knew how angry fathers sounded.
"How old do you think?” "Let's not play games. I asked you a question!”
Then the girl realized her lipstick must have come off while she worked on his ass. Without it, she knew, part of her disguise was ruined. Without thinking, she reached up to see if she still wore her artificial eyelashes. They were intact, but he realized what she was looking for.
"Take them off!" he demanded.
"What?”
“The eyelashes!”
She shrugged, and yanked the lashes from her eyes. They hurt a little bit coming off, but she didn't much care at this point.
The man took a handkerchief from his suit jacket and started to wipe her face. She was pulling away, but he held onto her tightly. When he was finished, the cloth was covered with makeup. Her face was almost as young as it should have been.
"I suppose that's a wig, too?”
“Yes!" She yanked the wig from her head and glared at him defiantly.
"Jeeeee-sussssss!" he whistled through his teeth. "You're a fucking baby!”
“Baby! That's a laugh!"
He started to pull up his pants.
"I'm gettin' the hell out of here!”
“Not so fast, mister," the girl said. "I saw you come out of your apartment. I followed you in here. I know where you live, and it wouldn't be too hard.to find you again. And when I do, I could easily tell the police that you're the man who molested me in the park today.”
“What?” "The man who took me behind this rock, and made me suck his cock, and-and I don't even want to mention what else!”
“That's a fucking lie!” "Yes. But who do you think the police would believe?”
The man glared at her.
"Okay, kid. What's the racket? What do you want? “
The girl reached into a small purse she was carrying and produced a length of rope about three feet long.
"I want you to tie my hands behind my back, push me down on the ground, and RAPE me! And I mean rape me! Rape me hard! If I scream, slap me! Knock me out! But rape me! Do you understand? I want to be raped! Raped hard!”
The man turned white. But he nodded his head slowly in agreement.
He tied her the way she wanted and pushed her roughly to the ground. Then he fell on top of her and slammed brutally into her cunt. When she winced with pain, he slapped her face and kept fucking her harder and harder.
Wow! Sharon Martin thought, feeling her pussy melt with warmth now, wait 'til I tell Buffy about this!