He got into the car beside her, conscious even then that this might be a momentous evening although he did not know that it was going to change the whole course of his life.

Everything he had heard about Lauralee turned out to be true, and then some. He couldn't believe she was only sixteen, no teenager could possibly acquire the knowledge that was packed into her lithe, hundredpound body! They had gone directly to a roadhouse a few miles out of town, where Lauralee insisted on having beer. Evidently she'd also had something to drink before picking him up… she was not drunk, but pretty high. They sat side by side in a booth and suddenly he felt her warm hand on his thigh, moving purposefully upward until it stopped in the "vee" of his legs, cupping his balls. Jesus H. Christ! He nearly choked on his beer as he felt her fingers working down there at his loins… did she know what she was doing to him? A glance at her face with its wicked tittle cat-like smile told him that she did. She leaned over and put her lips against his left ear. "Ooooh, Johnny, have you got a big cock?"

He couldn't have answered her, his heart was beating clear up in his throat like a hammer. So he put his hand down over hers and drew her fingers upward. By God, his cock felt like it was bigger than it ever had been or was ever going to be again… it was throbbing like crazy and ramming against his pants like it was trying to get free… and into her hot little pussy.

"Oh, Lord," she squealed as her hand closed over him, "it is big, Johnny! Now, what are we going to do about that?"

"It's your fault," he told her, "I guess you better figure it out."

"You mean you don't kn-o-o-w?" she drawled in a teasing voice, squeezing his penis and massaging it up and down until he thought he'd go off right there and then.