When he returned, his cock was scrubbed and clean.

"Now hurry up," he pleaded. "My old man's gonna kick the shit outta me if I'm late."

Gently she placed the warm, hard piece of meat into her soft, cock-hungry little mouth. She rubbed her lips and tongue over all the delicious sinews and bumps of his throbbing prick. She dreamily savored the taste and feel of the exciting, fleshy pole in her mouth. A delightful warmth surged through her body when she felt him trembling with excitement. Slowly she moved her hot, moist lips back and forth over his straining knob, stopping occasionally to flick her tongue against the sensitive underside of his quivering cockshaft.

"Oh, God," the boy was moaning, his body trembling in wild ecstasy.

The girl was now sucking frantically on the cock that was embedded deeply in her hot, slavering mouth.

She felt him lurch and was prepared for the flow of hot jizz that gushed out of his straining cockhead. She swallowed and sucked frantically until she had withdrawn the last delicious drops of cum from his rapidly shrinking prick.

Watching the taillights of Billy's pickup disappear over the hill, Libby relaxed on the diner steps, savoring the tingling aftertaste of his fuck juice burning gently in the back of her throat.

It was too hot in the stuffy kitchen to go to sleep on the cot, so Libby sat quietly on the steps, listening to the gentle night sounds. The hum of car on the distant freeway was more infrequent because of the late hour. The stillness of the night was occasionally broken by the sound of old Doc Monroe's dog barking across the field. She watched with envy the blinking lights of a jet moving across the darkened sky, hoping someday to be up there flying to one of any hundred places she had heard about. She knew that someday, when she had sucked enough cocks, she would have the money to travel beyond the narrow horizons that surrounded the cafe.