moments, then with one hand turned the ignition and moved the car out from the curb. He drove for a couple of blocks then parked the car on a deserted street near Betsy Head Park. It was dark and quiet but she could see his handsome face, looking mysterious and shadowy in the play of light from the nearest street lamp.
He put his hat carefully on the back seat, then bent over and soul kissed her again then put his hand under her dress and caressed her thighs. She had set limits in her own mind on exactly how far she would let him go and was certain that a perfect gentleman like Pep would obey the limits and be respectful of her. She would, she decided, go beyond necking to petting, and would let him play with her thing and touch him on his if he wanted that.
He seemed very gentle, very caring. After he soul kissed her, he kissed her face and she felt his fingers playing with her thing. She felt wonderful, like something warm and pleasant was tickling her.
“I’m real hot baby,” he whispered, his breath coming inheavy gasps. Sitting up suddenly, he took off his jacket, carefully folded it and put it in the back seat. Then he unbuttoned his pants and, rising, exposed himself.
“Pep,” she said, stiffening suddenly, slightly confused by his action.
“Got ya a lollipop baby. Ya know what you gotta do.”
She looked at it, but then turned her eyes away, feeling his hands caressing her face, then her hair, then the back of her neck.
“Gobble,” he said.
She resisted as he tried to pull her head down over his thing.
“I can’t do this,” she said. “I never thought …”
He pulled her head down until her cheek was actually touching his thing.
“You just grab and lick it like a lolly, Mutzie. Come on. Show me how much you love me.”
“Pep, please … I …”
With his fingers he forced open her mouth and it was suddenly filled with his thing and she was unable to talk and barely able to breathe. Then she felt a painful pull on her scalp. He had taken a handful of hair and was pulling her head back and forth. Her mouth was still filled with his thing.
“Open wide, baby. And watch the teeth.”
She was genuinely frightened now, not knowing what to do, unable to scream, her head moving painfully back and forth, his thing in her mouth, trying as hard as she could to keep her teeth separated enough for it to go in and out.
After awhile, he pulled her head back and his thing went out of her mouth. He looked at her face.
“You hurt me, Pep.” She started to cry.
“Aw, baby,” he said, holding her. “I didn’t know ya nevah did this. I’m sorry, Mutzie. Really I am.”
“I tried to tell you, Pep,” Mutzie said. He had grown gentle again.
“No problem, baby. I’m gonna teach ya how to do it right. Okay?”
She wanted to feel indignance and humiliation, but in his arms again, she felt oddly protected and inadequate. He had taken her to some place that she had never been before and she had no idea how to react.
“You forgive me?” he whispered.
She couldn’t quite decide what to say, but before she could make up her mind, he had put his hand under her dress. When she tried to push his hand away by grabbing his wrist, he put his other hand in the band of her panties and ripped them away.
“See, ole Pep is not hurting his baby,” he said, reaching out with his arms and pinning her against the seat with his body. “Besides, I got plenty of panty extras.”
“I’m afraid, Pep. Please. I’m still a virgin,” she whimpered. Frightened, she tried to push him away, but she was no match for his strength.
“Yaw gonna get it, Mutzie. Now you gonna be Pep’s numba one or ya gonna be Pep’s enemy.”
Given the options, she had no choice. Someday she knew it would happen. It might as well be with Pep, a person of experience.
“Will you respect me after, Pep?”
It was, she knew instinctively, the bedrock female paranoia, along with the terror of pregnancy. Soiled goods and disgrace, the
He put his hat carefully on the back seat, then bent over and soul kissed her again then put his hand under her dress and caressed her thighs. She had set limits in her own mind on exactly how far she would let him go and was certain that a perfect gentleman like Pep would obey the limits and be respectful of her. She would, she decided, go beyond necking to petting, and would let him play with her thing and touch him on his if he wanted that.
He seemed very gentle, very caring. After he soul kissed her, he kissed her face and she felt his fingers playing with her thing. She felt wonderful, like something warm and pleasant was tickling her.
“I’m real hot baby,” he whispered, his breath coming inheavy gasps. Sitting up suddenly, he took off his jacket, carefully folded it and put it in the back seat. Then he unbuttoned his pants and, rising, exposed himself.
“Pep,” she said, stiffening suddenly, slightly confused by his action.
“Got ya a lollipop baby. Ya know what you gotta do.”
She looked at it, but then turned her eyes away, feeling his hands caressing her face, then her hair, then the back of her neck.
“Gobble,” he said.
She resisted as he tried to pull her head down over his thing.
“I can’t do this,” she said. “I never thought …”
He pulled her head down until her cheek was actually touching his thing.
“You just grab and lick it like a lolly, Mutzie. Come on. Show me how much you love me.”
“Pep, please … I …”
With his fingers he forced open her mouth and it was suddenly filled with his thing and she was unable to talk and barely able to breathe. Then she felt a painful pull on her scalp. He had taken a handful of hair and was pulling her head back and forth. Her mouth was still filled with his thing.
“Open wide, baby. And watch the teeth.”
She was genuinely frightened now, not knowing what to do, unable to scream, her head moving painfully back and forth, his thing in her mouth, trying as hard as she could to keep her teeth separated enough for it to go in and out.
After awhile, he pulled her head back and his thing went out of her mouth. He looked at her face.
“You hurt me, Pep.” She started to cry.
“Aw, baby,” he said, holding her. “I didn’t know ya nevah did this. I’m sorry, Mutzie. Really I am.”
“I tried to tell you, Pep,” Mutzie said. He had grown gentle again.
“No problem, baby. I’m gonna teach ya how to do it right. Okay?”
She wanted to feel indignance and humiliation, but in his arms again, she felt oddly protected and inadequate. He had taken her to some place that she had never been before and she had no idea how to react.
“You forgive me?” he whispered.
She couldn’t quite decide what to say, but before she could make up her mind, he had put his hand under her dress. When she tried to push his hand away by grabbing his wrist, he put his other hand in the band of her panties and ripped them away.
“See, ole Pep is not hurting his baby,” he said, reaching out with his arms and pinning her against the seat with his body. “Besides, I got plenty of panty extras.”
“I’m afraid, Pep. Please. I’m still a virgin,” she whimpered. Frightened, she tried to push him away, but she was no match for his strength.
“Yaw gonna get it, Mutzie. Now you gonna be Pep’s numba one or ya gonna be Pep’s enemy.”
Given the options, she had no choice. Someday she knew it would happen. It might as well be with Pep, a person of experience.
“Will you respect me after, Pep?”
It was, she knew instinctively, the bedrock female paranoia, along with the terror of pregnancy. Soiled goods and disgrace, the
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