Robert Vickers

Blackmailed teenager

CHAPTER ONE

Laurie Benson moaned low as she felt the hand moving up the inside of her thigh. The way he gripped at her flesh made her quiver with lust. She knew the hand slowly groping for her fleecy-furred snatch was only a taste of things to come.

She gently reached out and found Jack's erection. The cock bounced and bucked under her grip. His prick was nothing exceptional and he wasn't the greatest in bed, but she was horny and anything that would ease the sexual tension she felt would be good.

Anything.

"How's that, honey?" he asked. "Like the way I'm stroking along your leg? The way you feel, it's… super!"

"Hmmm, yes, it's nice. Real nice. But move your hand a little higher. Um, oh god! Yes, there! Feel how wet I am!"

She wished he'd get on with it. Foreplay was fine to get her turned on, but when she was already hot…

"Christ, you… you're already wet! Your cunt's frothing over already and I haven't done anything yet!"

She refrained from answering. She didn't like fucking in a cheap motel room but it was the best he could do. Being a teenager was a drag. And having a seventeen-year-old boyfriend was a drag, too. He didn't have his own apartment and could hardly take her home to ball. At least Jack could afford a motel room, even if it was a sleazy hole like this one.

Fucking in the back seat of a car was more frustrating than it was satisfying.