"Ooh, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." The girl spread her thighs farther so that she could feel the fullness of his strong thighs pressing against the wetness between her legs.

Janet responded to the grasp on her wrist as he pulled her hand down to his throbbing penis. She voluntarily stroked the massive muscle that was trying to free itself from the imprisonment of his clothing. She rubbed softly at first, then harder, exciting her partner. For a moment she stopped as he half rose and stripped her dress from her body.

Martin halted long enough to look down in the dim moonlight at the sleek, sensuous curves that lay beneath him. There was no flaw, no blemish. He could see the darkened patch of soft pubic hair beneath the white silk bikini panties she wore. He tugged at them and she lifted her hips to ease their removal.

While Martin hurriedly undressed himself she lay hypnotically back, watching, waiting for the moment she would see his straining cock spring free from his shorts. It was as large as any she had imagined. Even when she had been stroking it she had not thought it would be as large as this. Greg was nothing compared to the giant of a man that kneeled on the car seat beside her and a shiver of lewd anticipation rippled through her again as she thought of its thickness grinding around deep up inside her belly.

For a moment he knelt above her trembling form, his breath coming in quick, excited gasps. Then he fell upon her, ravaging the softness of her naked flesh with warm, wet kisses. His cock pressed hard against the outside of her thigh. Its heat searing into her tortured nerves. She writhed against him, trying to get him to change his position, but he was the leader. They would make love as he wanted, when he wanted.