Crystal crossed her legs and began to work her pussylips against each other, the raw fuckmeat of her inner cuntlips moist with pussycream and as hot as the asphalt of the highway. She dared not glance at Randy for fear she'd draw attention to herself. Maybe she could bring herself off without Randy even noticing.

As she repeatedly contracted the muscles of her thighs, forcing delicious fuck-thrills through her teenaged cuntmeat, she began to slide her smooth legs against each other. Her toes curled from the sensations. The crotch of her shorts fast became wet, and she could smell her cunt. She prayed that Randy and her parents wouldn't detect the musky female aroma, but she was too hot to stop herself. It was maddening, having to masturbate like this, but it was equally exciting.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see his brown toes wriggling with pleasure. He had deeply tanned legs that were covered with golden hairs. The truth was, she wanted him to fuck her. But she couldn't let him, could never let him. It wouldn't be right. No, even if he tried to seduce her, she would have to resist. If he wanted her, he would have to rape her.

Crystal stifled a gasp, her heart slamming faster and faster. The thought of Randy raping her had almost brought her off. It was a terrible thought, almost as bad as the thought of her father raping her. But as terrible as the thought was, it excited her. Why did it excite her so? She was a bad girl, disgusting. She wondered what her parents would do were they ever to find put what a filthy mind she had.

They were both so anti-sex. She wondered how she and Randy had ever managed to be born. She couldn't imagine her parents fucking. They'd almost cut off Randy's hands when they'd discovered that he jacked off. She could still remember that day, even though it had been five or six years ago. Even the word sex was taboo in the Martinson household.