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"Sure, mom."

"I wish Teresa took after you more," her mother went on. "Never asking for anything, never causing any trouble. But she isn't like that. And ever since your father disappeared, I knew this day was coming. I can't seem to get her to obey me at all anymore. And now this dating business comes up and her wanting to strut around with that Carson boy." Mrs. Henderson shook her head. Jane nodded to let her know she was still listening.

"Well, we all know who Bobby Carson is… and what he is."

"Yes, Mama."

"I'll feel much more at case with you taking Terry up to Uncle Nat's place for the summer. You can keep an eye on her that way. And Nat having that place in the country, I guess it'll take her out of circulation some."

"Yes, Mama." Jane sipped her tea. She'd been thinking about Bobby Carson. It made a thrill run over her skin to imagine the young man doing what he was notorious for doing to girls. Jane imagined him doing it to Teresa. But age wouldn't stop Bob Carson. He was the most notorious cherry popper in Hainsville. Jane sighed and then pushed the naughty thoughts out of her mind. She was too mature to daydream about such tripe as that. She was nineteen and going on twenty. She had a year of college behind her and considered herself serious-minded and sincere. Not like her harebrained sis, Terry.

"You'd better go run Teresa out of the bathroom and get your bath started," her mother said. "The bus leaves in an hour and a half and I don't want you two to fool pound and miss it."

"Yes, Mama, I'll go right up."

"Terry, I've got to come in," Jane called, "it's getting late."

"Okay, okay, if you really think you'd gonna pee your pants or something…"

Jane closed the door behind her. The bathroom was steamy and hot. She hung her robe on the hook and squeezed paste onto her toothbrush. She could hear her sister splashing around in the bathwater. The shower curtain had been drawn domed and Jane thought that a bit silly. She'd never known Terry to be so modest in the past.

Behind the translucent curtain Jane could see the thin outline of her sister's body. She seemed too willowy thin to be causing so much trouble. Why, she hardly had tits at all… just small swells lipped with the most fragile pink nipples Jane had ever seen. Her own breasts were full and firm and the nipples dark. It embarrassed her to see her naked body sometimes. And she could hardly stand to touch the super-sensitive nubbins that jutted out of her equally dark areolas. It embarrassed her to see her dark pubic curls. They formed a perfect triangle that started low on her abdomen. And underneath those protective curls was the most embarrassing place of all. She frowned at her vagrant thoughts aid concentrated on brushing her teeth.

"When will you be through with your bath?" she asked, getting her toilet articles together.

"If you'll give me five more minutes, I'll get out."

Jane slipped her robe back over her shoulders. "Well, okay. But burly up or we'll miss that bus."

She opened the door to go out, but remembered that she wanted to pack her toilet articles while she was waiting for Terry to finish in the tub. So that the steamy wax wouldn't escape, Jane closed the door again and reached for the little zipper bag she used for cosmetics.

"Unnnnn… got to hurry now…" Terry groaned from behind the shower curtain. Jane realized immediately that her young sister thought she was alone. Jane thought she'd better cough or make some kind of noise to warn Terry that the door had been opened and closed but that she was still not alone. But something made her remain silent. She drew her fingers back away from the little bag she'd been about to fetch.

"Mmmm… ohhh, wow!" Terry sighed. The water was being splashed around pretty violently. Jane found her heart pounding. She moved her bare feet carefully on the tiled floor. How could she just stand there and let her sister go on doing whatever she was doing? But Jane had a pretty good idea what Terry was doing and it excited her curiosity tremendously. It was something she had never done herself. She'd resisted the temptation since puberty. Her mother had always told her that nice girls simply didn't do such things. Not in those words exactly, but the implications had been clear enough. Jane bit her bottom lip. She meant to make same noise any minute now… Net she still waited.

"Ohhhh… ohhhh, yesss… ohhhh God, Bobby, fuck me… fuck me!"

The words made Jane a body tremble. She noticed that the lips of her cunt felt heavy and moist inside. She rocked her hips and the inner folds pressed and slid together. She was breathing faster and her skin tingled. She moved slowly towards the place wheat the shower curtain didn't quite reach the wall. She hated herself for what she was about to do but nothing could have stopped her. Leaning close, she peered through the gap in the curtain, looked down on her blonde sister's slender back.

Both of Terry's hands were between her thighs. Jane couldn't tell what she was doing because her sister's shoulders and head were in the way. But the sucking, slippery sounds made it obvious. Terry's knees were bent, but as she continued to play between the lips of her cunt, she extended one slim leg and pressed her toes against the end of the tub. Her wiggling movements had become more intense now, wilder. Her foot brushed the tap handle and hot water gushed noisily into the tub. Teresa didn't seem to notice or didn't care. She slid down deeper into the water, lifting her hips upwards now.

With her movements hidden by the noisy tap, Jane edged the curtain a little wider. With Terry slipped down in the tub, she could see exactly what her young sister was doing. The delicate lips of Terry's cunt were stretched back to reveal the pink, glistening lining inside. Her sister had wadded towels under her bottom to lift her pubes up out of the water while she played. And now Jane could show me exactly what her sex-crazed sister was using for lubrication. A squeeze bottle of hand lotion sat on the edge of the tub. As Jane watched, Terry squeezed a huge glop of lotion into the throbbing crevice between her young, tan thighs. Then she moaned softly as she spread the cream up and down the heated divide.

"Wow… yeah… ohhhhh, shit," she whimpered, her small fingers working the lotion deeper. Jane could see the inner petals sucking around her sister's knuckles as she plunged into her cunt. But Teresa could only push so far. Jane knew that she'd come up against resistance. Terry could only plunge so deep before she touched the very thing that their mother was trying to protect.

Jane had the strongest urge to touch her own tits. Her hands slipped up her smooth belly and trembled there below the heavy swells. "It's wrong…" she breathed… "I can't." She interlaced her fingers and held them before her almost as if she were praying.

In the tub, Terry had hooked one leg over the edge and slid down even further. Her pussy gaped, showing every detail of its makeup. The sparse blonde down that edged Terry's lips looked so delicate, so innocent. Jane licked her lips. How could her sister do this at such a young age when she herself had somehow resisted touching her own body through adolescence. But as the aching thrill jolted through her, Jane wondered about her decision to remain pure of mind and body. It had become a way of life to her and yet the obvious ecstasy on her young sister's face was undeniable. Did it really feel that good?

"Mmmmmm… ohhhh, God, I'm gonna come… I'm gonna come…"

Jane almost stepped back from the curtain then. She knew she couldn't continue to watch what Terry was doing without being disturbed by it. She was disturbed enough as it w. But the plunging movements of her sister's hips fascinated her. She'd never seen a human being move like that… not ever! She'd always avoided thinking of the details of how a man and woman really fucked. She'd assumed that the woman lay down and parted her legs slightly. Then the man pushed his cock into the woman's body and deposited his corn quickly. No one had ever told her any different. But to watch her sister's furious and frantic movements made her wonder. Did the woman really get excited enough to reveal her passion in such an animalistic way? Or was Terry a special case? Maybe the presence of a man would change the young girl's behavior. Jane just didn't know.

"Mmmm… uhnnn… ohhh, Jesus… ohhh, fuck!" The bathwater splashed over the edge of the tub as Terry jerked her immature hips up and down against her clawing fingers. Jane could see now that she had the drain open slightly to keep the water from covering her mound. The insides of her thighs were smeared with the hand lotion and it hung in glops from her fingers as she continued to caress her dainty opening.

Jane could see the little bump of her clitoris.

She knew she had one, too, but site rarely took a look at the way she was put together. Just doing that seemed to make her think wrong thoughts. A girl's body was so soft, so slick and sensitive. Just the wrong kind of touch could set off a whirlwind of emotions. Jane had never wanted to take the chance. She was curious but not that curious.

"Ahhhhh!" Teresa cried, her slim hips moving in jerky circles now as she rubbed her pussy against the teasing, rubbing friction of her fingertips. "Ohhhhhhhh… my God… SOOOO good!" Jane could hardly believe the look of ecstasy on her sister's face. Where a few seconds before she'd been grimacing as if in agony, now she looked relaxed, relieved, happy. She let her head loll back half in the water. Her toes had been fanned out against the end of the tub but now Jane watched them relax and close. She moved quietly to the door, opened and shut it again so that Terry would think she'd just re-entered the bathroom.

"Aren't you out of that tub yet?" she asked.

"In a minute," Terry replied, her voice husky with passion. There was more splashing as the slim girl moved around. Then she pushed back the curtain and stepped from the tub. Her flushed cheeks made Jane glance at her sparsely furred cunt. It was flushed-looking too and swollen slightly. Terry seemed to notice the way Jane was looking at her, and wrapped a towel around her hips.

"Take your bath now," she said. "You were in such a damned hurry."

Jane ran her a fresh tub of water, stripped her panties and jumped in. She was trying to think of something else… something to take her mind off the things she'd just witnessed. But the hot water against her cunt made her breath fast. She lathered her hands thoroughly and smoothed the suds over her breasts. Usually she never thought anything about doing that, but now her brown nipples were swollen and the slick friction made her shiver. She worked the lather around until it almost hid one nubbin. Then she pinched it with her slickened ringers.

"Ohhh… why did I do that?" she gasped, ashamed. She blushed. It was almost as if there were someone in the room watching her excite herself. As a child she'd always wondered if God could see through the walls to watch her pee. She felt that now that he might be observing her thickly lathered breasts and the way she kept rubbing her palms back and forth over the rigid nipples.

"Got to stop… ohhh, damn me… why am I thinking these things anyhow?" She sucked in a deep lungful of air. "I'm almost twenty. I'm too old to play with myself." She got a washrag soapy and squatted to cleanse her cunt in the usual way. Her cuntlips were slightly parted to expose some of the glistening inner surfaces. That way when she squeezed the soapy water onto her body, it dribbled over the hidden folds and cleaned them. But this time as the hot water did its job, Jane had the most irresistible urge to soap herself with a finger.

"Maybe I'm not getting clean enough the old way," she breathed in the stillness of the room. Soaping three fingers, she touched them gingerly to the pink inner surfaces of her labia. A thrill burst through her as she smoothed the suds up and down, up and down. "Then, that should do it… not too much… ohhh, God, not too much!"

She was shaking again, breathing irregularly. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"I can't touch myself any longer," she gasped at last, jerking her fingers from between the swelling lips of her pussy. She was trembling all over. She grabbed the rubber shampoo sprayer and fit the end onto the spigot and turned the water on. Then she began to use the force of the spray to wash the soap out of her pussy. But she'd thought this might take care of her hygiene without exciting her further, it worked just the opposite. The needle-fine spray stung her clit and immediately it burst free from its protective hood. Before her eyes, Jane watched it thicken and lengthen. She'd never paid such close attention to her own anatomy before and it amazed her to watch the changes take place.

The warm water shot against the dainty petals round her clit. When she moved the hose so that the force of the water varied, her thighs went rigid and she seemed to want to tense every muscle, to make herself tremble by holding her breath.

"This is silly… it's got to stop right now!" she whimpered as if scolding herself might have an effect. Using every bit of will she could muster, Jane turned off the tap. She staggered up and made it out of the tub by some miracle. She could hardly believe how weak she'd become by playing with herself. She could easily see that once a girl started something like that, it would be impossible to stop. And she'd come very close to giving in to the temptation. She dried hurriedly, trying to think of anything but the pleasure she'd brought to herself just with a few light touches. But it was hard to think of anything but that.

"Now Janey darling, you watch over your little sis, you hear?"

"Yes, Mama," Jane said, kissing her mother on the cheek. Terry offered her pursed lips then and their mother hugged them both.

"Teresa, you do exactly what Jane tells you to. I don't want you running around with any boys."

"Aw maw, I'm almost eighteen."

"You heard what I said."

Terry bowed her head. "Yes, Mama."

The bus engine started up and the driver glanced their way impatiently. Jane hugged her mother and she and Terry got on. They found a seat near the back and waved as the big bus lumbered out of the depot and headed west out of town.

Terry could hardly sit still. She had put on a knee-length skirt and since she usually wore blue jeans, she felt very sexy. That inviting openness between her legs seemed to beg for touching. She'd considered going without panties, too, but had finally decided to put on a skimpy pair of bikini underwear with lace. They were almost as good as not having on anything at all. She loved the way the elastic waist rode low on her flat belly. Site wondered if a man would like something so tiny. Did it excite a guy to find a girl wearing something that barely covered her at all? Terry decided that it surely did have some kind of effect.

At Riverton the bus pulled in for a short rest stop. Terry let her sister get off first, pretending to be busy brushing her hair. Then when Janey was gone she got out her lipstick and put just a smear of it across her lips. Hr mother forbade her to use cosmetics and she knew that Jane was supposed to go along with this ruling… but what the hell? She couldn't make her take it off right in the middle of the coffee shop.

"There, now that's sexy!" she sighed, glancing at her reflection in the small pocket mirror she carried. She padded down the aisle and off the bus, sandals clapping as she strolled across the parking lot. Three boys leaning by a service station pointed and one gave a whistle. Teresa felt her face flush but she managed a big smile back in their direction. She threw her shoulders back hard to push out as much of her tits as she could. One of the boys snickered, but another whistled again. Terry pushed into the coffee-shop with a flick of her trim ass. Laughter cascaded behind her but she shut it off with the door.

"They're just laughing because they're not getting any," she breathed to herself. She avoided the stool next to Jane and took one between a soldier and a middle-aged woman with a tired face. The waitress brought her coffee and a doughnut. Terry poured cream in her coffee to take away the bitter taste, but when she tried it, the stuff was still too strong.

"You want some of mine?" the soldier asked.

He pushed his cream bottle towards her with a smile. "I like mine black."

"Why thank you." She fluttered her long lashes. The soldier told her his name was Eddy. She could see that he kept glancing at her breasts. She tried to remember to keep her shoulders back. She didn't have much, but what she had was pretty nice. At least she thought they were whenever she took a close look in the mirror.

The soldier was heading for Warton too. That was where Uncle Nat was going to meet Janey and her. His place was five miles out in the country. Terry knew her mother had chosen such a spot to keep tier out of circulation for awhile. But at least she could talk to the soldier until they got there.

"You want to sit with me when we get back on?" he asked. He had a nice face and his eyes looked kind. They reminded Terry of Bob Carson's eyes.

"Sure, if I can talk my sister into it."

"Let me do the talking." The soldier glanced around. "Where is she anyway? Wait, I'll bet that's her… the one giving us a dirty look."

"Yep, that's her all right." Terry giggled and brushed her arm against the soldier's. She liked him already. Just like she'd fallen for Bob Carson. Bad Bobby Carson. She could almost remember his lips on her body. God, he knew how to excite a girl. Terry remembered the night he'd asked her in a cool way if he could kiss her all over her body. It had taken her a full minute to reply. She shivered, thinking of how it'd felt watching Bobby's wet lips curve around her tit.

"You okay?" Eddy asked.

"Yeah, I was just thinking of something." The soldier's eyes had a sexy cast. He pushed his hat back and a brown curl fell across his forehead.

"Here comes your sister."

It didn't take Jane long to say no. She said it at least five times and she said it fast. It was easy to see that she didn't like the soldier one bit. Terry trudged back to the bus behind him.

"My God, Janey! What do you think I'm gonna, do right in plain daylight on a Greyhound bus?"

"I wouldn't know, Teresa. Knowing you I wouldn't care to bet."

"Oh, you old… fink."

The bus was due into Warton at ten that night. When it grew dark, Terry waited for her chance. She knew that Janey had been getting sleepy. And finally after a series of yawns, her dark-haired sister rested her head back on her rented pillow and closed her eyes. Terry waited until her breathing was deep and even. Then she crept out into the aisle and headed towards the toilet. The soldier was sitting in the very back, his coat off and his shirt unbuttoned. He watched her go in the toilet. When she came out again, he winked and motioned her back.

"My sis is asleep," she confessed excitedly.

"Sit down and have a drink with me," Eddy said. He made room and pushed the half-shot pint at her. Terry shook her head.

"I don't drink."

"Ever tried any?"

"No."

"Then maybe you do drink," he laughed and Terry had to laugh with him. She took the smooth bottle in both hands and sniffed it.

"Smells like medicine."

"Yep, it'll cure anything." He slipped an arm around her shoulders. Terry had to close her eyes for a second to let the hot thrills pass.

"Maybe just a sip," she said, putting the bottle to her lips. Her first gulp was too much and she started coughing. A warmness spread down her throat and into her belly. She pushed the bottle back at Eddy. He took a man-sized slug and wiped his lips.

"Damn, you smell good," he said, nuzzling against her neck. Terry let him, enjoying the chills that rushed over her skin. Eddy kissed her behind the ear and then nibbled at her lobe until she had to sigh out loud. She put a hand at the nape of his neck and tickled him there as their lips met. He tasted like whiskey and cigarette smoke, but Terry liked the taste. She felt like a woman… a real woman.

It was dark back in that corner where the last seat was. Eddy's hands began to explore. Terry held her breath as he touched her knee and began to inch upwards.

"Ohhh… Eddy…" She kissed him feverishly. She knew she wasn't very cool when it came to making out. Her girl friends had told her that she should play harder to get. That she shouldn't let a guy touch her anywhere he wanted right off. But it was so hard to make them stop! Their fingers felt so good on her flesh. Eddy squeezed the soft inside of her thigh. His other hand was sneaking under her blouse, rubbing the small of her back. She felt dizzy and out of breath and wonderful.

"Baby, you're really put together nice." He unbuttoned her blouse up the back.

"Not here," she hissed, looking around.

"How am I gonna kiss those little tits of yours unless I get this thing off?"

Too weak to resist, Terry let him slip her blouse forward from her shoulders and off of her arms. She knew she was crazy but when Eddy's mouth touched the tiny, thin cup of her training bra, she gasped with pleasure. He was trying to get the catch loose in back.

"Just pull the cup down," she moaned, digging her nails into the soldier's neck. Eddy slipped her small, plump breast from its restraints and began to wet it with hot kisses. When her pink nipple was sucked between his teeth, she gave a squeal and her hips plunged instinctively. Eddy gave her a scolding look.

"Shhhhh, somebody's gonna hear us if you carry on like that."

"I can't help it. Ohhh, God, it feels so good, darling." She grabbed his head and pulled him down again. This time she watched the suction of his mouth pull her tit deep. With her blouse removed, Eddy was working up her thigh again with his free hand. She felt him touch the damp band of nylon that pressed tightly against her mound. She moved her hips slightly, pressing down against his finger.

Eddy took her hand and pushed it down between his legs. Teresa was surprised to find that his fly was gaping open. She ad never really touched a man… not like Eddy obviously wanted her to do. But he was already forcing her fingers into the gap and she let him. His cock was inside a tangle of cotton underwear. Nervously she searched for it through the clever folds of the shorts. Did a man really go to that much trouble every time he peed? she wondered.

"Ohhh!" she gasped as her fingers brushed against the rigid shaft. It felt different than she'd imagined. It was throbbing as if powered by some motor inside the meat. And the head flared out huge and hot and spongy. She knew that men were shaped sort of like that, but she'd only glimpsed photos in books before. Now her fingers curled round the real thing and Terry found she could hardly breathe from the excitement.

"I… I didn't know they were so big."

"Not all of 'em are," bragged Eddy, his finger stretching her pantycrotch to one side. Teresa clasped his cock tightly as she felt him sliding that finger up between the hairs of her pussy. As her cunt-slit opened, a flood of her juices washed out over the man's knuckles. He moved his fingers again and this time there was a soft, sucking sound as her butter was smeared across the outer surfaces of her cunt. "Yes, touch there," she gasped.

"No… don't…"

"Hell, you're still virgin, aren't you?" Eddy explored the delicate hollow where her cherry stretched. "I haven't seen one of them animals in a long times," he slurred.

"Maybe I'd better get beck to my seat," she breathed, looking around to see if anyone might be watching them. She'd begun to wonder if maybe he was taking too big a chance fooling around with this stranger… maybe her sis was right to keep an eye on her. But it felt so good… so good to have Eddy's finger working gently back and forth in the hot slick folds of her pussy. Her body yearned to be touched. She couldn't resist the hunger she felt so deeply. And what could he do on a bus, anyway? All she had to do was yell and he'd let her go. It was like the time she'd let Bob Carson kiss her all over her body. Parked in the middle of a drive-in movie she'd let him do that. She'd felt safe… in a way. But Teresa realized that she really didn't want to feel safe. Scared as she was of going all the way, she had a terrific lust to lose her virginity.

She squeezed the throbbing prick that warmed her palm… imagining that monstrous thing sliding through her hymen. She could see the blood spurting, she could see her young, unsullied cunt being stretched to take the plunging shaft!

"Ohh… mmmmm… that fools wonderful," she whispered against Eddy's neck. His finger had found her clit and was giving it light and loving caresses. Usually the feels she got were too rough, too unpracticed. A guy thought that soft little bump was to be dug at like some pimple or something. She made her date take his hand out of her panties when it got too painful. With Eddy, she worked her slender hips around in circles, giving him even more inner surfaces to work on. He knew how to do it and do it good!

"Listen, Terry," he said, kissing her neck, "I want you bad. We could do it right here on the seat and nobody…"

"Oh, God no! You've got to be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding…"

"You're drunk then…" She caught his wrist. He'd been moving a stiff finger down towards her cherry. Opposing emotions ran through her. She wanted to fuck! She wanted to see how it was, how it felt. But at the same time something held her back. It was probably all the crap she'd had to listen to from her mother. And it didn't seem like the most romantic place to get screwed either… the back of a Greyhound bus.

"Hey, it'll feel good. I've got a rubber…"

"Nooooo… ohhh… don't do that Eddy… please don't!"

His finger was digging at the tender spot that protected her virgin cunt. She squeezed the head of his cock hard and Eddy quit pressing against the vulnerable place. Now she knew that a man could be controlled too. She lightened the pressure and heard the soldier gasp.

"You were about to squeeze the head right off," he moaned, giving her an angry look.

"You better be good now," she warned, squeezing him again. He let his head flop back on the bus seat and his eyes rolled. Lights from the highway fished through the windows.

"Hey, lighten up baby, I ain't doin' nothing to you."

Terry pulled her hand out of his shorts. "I'd better act back to my seat."

"Wait," Eddy said, grabbing her wrist. "I messed up. I'm sorry. I thought maybe you wanted to screw."

"Well, I don't. Not here anyway. And maybe not even with you." She lifted her chin and wrinkled her short nose at him as if he was suddenly disgusting. Inside she was still very curious and more than a little excited. But it wasn't easy to act so cool.

"How about giving me a hand-job?" Eddy said, smiling at her. He tipped the bottle up again. There wasn't much whiskey left.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

"Like hell," he grinned, pulling her face close. The kiss excited her more than she meant it to. What was it about this guy? What was it about any guy? It seemed like she had a little trigger somewhere that went off with hardly a touch. Her heart raced as his tongue plunged in and out between her teeth. Eddy sure knew how to kiss. When he sucked her own tongue into his mouth she let him and dissolved into his embrace with a whimper.

"I've got to go," she managed to say, trying to leave.

"Give me that hand-job baby. I'll really appreciate it."

"Eddy, let me go."

"Come on, sugar…" He took her hand and pushed it down again. This time his cock was free of his shorts altogether. In the dim light from passing cars, she could see the shape and size of it clearly. It was thick around the shaft and very white. The veins jutted up like worms winding from his balls to the tip. And that tip! It flared out from the rest of the soldier's prick like some strange mushroom. It was different in color too… a dark purple. No wonder it had felt so strange when she'd had her hand plunged deep into his jockey shorts. Teresa had the strangest desire to touch it again. But she sucked in a deep breath and started to get up.

"Twenty bucks?" Eddy said, grabbing her wrist again, jerking her down.

"What do you mean, twenty bucks?"

"You know what I mean." Eddy slipped a bill from his pants and folded it into Terry's palm. Her heart raced. Just taking the twenty was an agreement of sorts. She swallowed hard and looked at the money. Then she looked back at Eddy. He had something else in his hand. "You can use this," he smiled, making her take it. Terry saw that it was a squeeze tube of hair grease. Her fingers shook.

"I… I better get back to my sister." But she didn't move. Eddy's big cock jutted straight up from his crotch. She stared at it as if hypnotized.

"What you do is squeeze some out on the head. Then you can rub it in all over." He looked at her without blinking. "Why don't you put that twenty in your pocket. You can buy something pretty with it."

Avoiding his look, Teresa stuffed the bill in the pocket of her skirt. Then she got her bra back on right and slipped into her blouse. Eddy was nice enough to button it up for her. At last she turned to face him. His cock throbbed for attention.

"I've never done this before… I don't really know how."

"You're a natural. Just go ahead and start before I cream all over the place thinking about it."

Still trembling, Terry squeezed a huge glop of the hair grease onto the palm of her hand and another generous dab at the very tip of the soldier's prick. He moaned as she began to smear and smooth the stuff over the surface of the feverish head and shaft.

The touch of the mushroom barb against her soft fingers was unbelievable. She kept gasping for more air as she moved her touch up and down, rubbing the lubrication deeper. But it was just as exciting to watch Eddy's reaction. He squirmed his hips around on the seat and kept clenching and unclenching his fists, Teresa a surprised to see that his cock was getting even bigger as she jacked him. The smooth, sliding clutch of her fingers bumped up over the flared head and down again… up and down, up and don. The friction against that swollen pert seemed to effect the groaning soldier more than anything else.

"Baby… yeah… you got it… you got it!" He flopped his head and struggled to get air into his lungs. Terry was fascinated by his helpless condition. She wondered just how good it really felt. She squeezed the bulging tip until a tiny droplet emerged from the tiny hole and dripped down her finger. Was that cum? She wondered. Was Eddy already coming? But as she continued to squeeze and massage him, nothing else spurted out. And she had heard that when a man shot off, it really did spurt. Eddy moaned.

"Faster… faster Goddamn it…"

"Like this?" she asked, working her hand in quick jerks as the dark head grew even darker. She could see it throbbing and swelling in a steady rhythm. Eddy was going crazy. He grabbed her leg and squeezed it as his breath whistled. She clenched her fingers tightly around the shaft and pumped like she was trying to break the strange thing from his body. It was strange! It had changed so much even during the few moments she'd had it in her hand. Teresa was excited at the thought of having something expand inside her like that.

"Watch out baby," Eddy grunted, jerking a clean handkerchief from his pocket and tossing it at her. Terry clutched at it but as she tried to get it around the soldier's cock, a white fountain burst from the tip. It jetted two feet into the air and fell in strings over her arms. She barely got the handkerchief over the exploding head before it spit out another stick glop of fizz. It thrilled her to watch the stuff quickly soak the thin cotton handkerchief as she continued to pump the hot seed from Eddy's balls.

It wasn't but a few seconds and he relaxed, slumping down into the seat. She cleaned the grease from between her fingers but the cum on her arms was drying already and it was hard to get off. Eddy watched her scrubbing at her skin and smiled.

"I hate to see you disappear from my life," he said nonchalantly. "Why don't you let me know where you're staying?"

"No… I can't. I'm supposed to be…" – she shrugged – "…out of circulation." Eddy laughed. Terry glanced nervously up the aisle. The old man two seats away was snoring a newspaper hanging from his fingers. No one else seemed to know that they were even alive.

"Why don't you let me eat you out before you…"

"Eat me!" Terry blushed and stared at the soldier. His words had excited her to a point of near madness. She'd heard about things like that. Of men going down on women and women giving head to men. But this offer of Eddy's had been so off-handed. Like he would eat a girl any day of the week and twice on Sunday if he thought she wanted to.

"Nobody's wise to us. Just lay down on this seat and bend your legs up and I'll work around your panties somehow." He tilted his head in thought. "Or maybe you could slip them off."

"I… don't know, Eddy. I never… well, what I mean is, I should get back to my own seat before my sister wakes up and…"

"I can do it real good," he said, voice low and sexy. He showed her the tip of his tongue and moved it slowly from side to aide. Teresa was about to come unglued. She twisted a lock of her hair and thought. Her narrow chest rose and fell as she wondered how it would feel to have a man's spit-slickened lips kissing her cunt.

"Maybe just a few more minutes," she breathed and then Eddy was lowering her onto the seat, lifting her legs. She felt her panties being skinned off. She closed her eyes and tried to get hold of her emotions. But that was impossible because the handsome soldier was kissing the insides of her thighs now and she whimpered her surrender and let her knees sag apart.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Eddy whispered. "You smell ripe for a good eating out."

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, already pumping her ass in slow circles. Then something soft and hot and wet brushed open the swollen lips of her pussy and slid deep. As Eddy's tongue dragged across her clit a shiver of pleasure jolted through her body. "Ohh, I just don't believe it… just can't… ohhhhhh!"

Jane was uncomfortable. She'd just awakened from a disturbing dream and found her panties very damp. Who could sleep in a bus anyway? And that dream! She'd never had such a dream in her life. Men… big, awful, hairy men… one holding her down while the other did simply unheard of things to her cunt! She fluffed her pillow and turned in the seat and closed her eyes again. She wondered where her sister had gone, then guessed she was probably in the small bathroom at the back of the bus. Jane sighed and tried to relax. But her emotions were all knotted up after that dream. The way that man's mouth had felt against her cunt… it had seemed so real. A strange tickle had shivered through her body as she'd slept and some of that excitement was still with her. She toned her hips. The angle of her body in the seat had caused the silken crotch of her panties to twist up between the lips of her cunt. Now every movement rubbed the soaked nylon against her clit. She tried to remain still but then a tingle would bunt through her and she couldn't resist squirming to make it better.

What's wrong with me anyway? she breathed to herself, wrestling with her pillow to get more comfortable. And where was Terry? Surely she'd peed by now. But it was silly to worry about her sis on a Greyhound bus. What could possibly happen to her with all these people around? She snuggled into the pillow again and couldn't resist pumping her hips. Maybe if I straighten that crotchband a little. She sneaked her hand under her skirt and found the lacy edge where it disappeared between the plump, feverish cuntlips. Careful not to catch a hair, she dug the nylon out of the flooding depths and stretched it to the outside of one aching lip. That left her slit exposed, but at least the crotchpiece wouldn't rub her anymore. Her fingers hovered over the steamy heat. Maybe she should see just how wet she really was. Yes, she should do that. With a soft touch, she pressed against the slightly parted crevice. It opened with a sexy click and her finger slipped into the velvety folds.

"Ohhhh… ohhhh, God, that… that's so nice…" Quickly she jerked her finger out. She knew she'd touched enough. Yes, she was wet. Wasn't that all she'd been wanting to find out? But with her finger slick with her own butter, she couldn't resist another plunge into the sensitive divide. She bit her bottom lip and eased her finger in again. This time she felt her clit throbbing against the touch as if eager for her to rub it. She gave it one light caress. The shudder of pure pleasure she felt made her rub it again.

"Nhuuh… ohhh, God, I gotta stop… gotta…"

A strange glow spread from her belly upwards. And her thighs were warm and soft feeling too. It was the most delicious sensation. And the more she worked her finger against that swollen lump of clit flesh, the hotter she grew. The bus rumbled along the highway. It was so dark inside, surely no one suspected what she was doing. But why couldn't she stop? What had happened to her willpower? She'd never been tempted to such activities before. It was that damned dream! That awful dream of those men with their hot mouths pressed against her body!

"No… Ohhh what's happening to me?" Her flesh seemed to crawl with ecstasy. She worked her hips against the light brush of her fingers. The slickness seemed to pour out of her body. Shi thought of how she'd watched Teresa in the bathtub and how disapproving she was of that kind of thing. But now with her own fingers delving sinfully into the warmth of her own cunt, it was impossible to think clearly.

Jane squirmed wildly as she experienced pleasure she'd only read about in romantic novels. It was a kind of tickle… an itch that grew into something words would, never come close to. The entire underside of her body was on fire. Such a wonderful fire it was.

"Ohhhh, I'm so slick and hot," she gasped, exciting herself with her own words. Her finger snaked back against her clit again and dug the tender stalk where it grew from the velvety flesh.

She was coming almost before she realized that she'd pushed herself too far to go back. Her body writhed and her breath panted loudly as she felt the glory bunt between her virgin thighs. She was working her clit with a fingernail now and the intensity of the sensation as she went over the top made her squeal. For a second she thought she might faint. Ecstasy flowed over and through her skin. Her nipples ached against the cups of her bra. She pumped her ass forward and back against her fingers as if she were actually under a man and really getting it good. She knew what she was thinking and knew that it was wrong. But Jane went on thinking it was the only thing to do with her body quivering with ecstasy like that.

"Uhhhhh… ohhhh, God!" She bucked as the final throes shot through her. Then she dragged her wet fingers out of her slit and pushed them under her nose. They were covered with her own strong smell. She'd always thought a girl had to put up with certain animal realities… like her smell for instance. But now that musky scent was like a perfume. She managed to get her panties straight again, letting the crotchband slip tightly against her swollen cuntlips. Almost any movement was excruciating. She'd rubbed herself raw. The excitement that had taken over her mind and body had made her do things she wouldn't have dreamed of back home. Maybe it was the bus, maybe it was a lot of things.

"Where is Teresa," she said, frowning. She got up and started down the aisle, but didn't see Terry. There were still some seats in the back she had to check – but most of them were empty, unless somebody was lying down. A chill ran through her like iced steel. She stumbled breathlessly toward the rear of the bus. The light from a passing car reflected off the ceiling as she leaned over the next to the last seat and gazed down at the willowy legs of her sister.

Terry was naked from the waist down. Even her sandals had been removed. And between her tan thighs something moved. In the shadows it was hard to believe what she was looking at. Jane smothered a cry of embarrassment. And then the sounds came to her can and the musky aroma of female pussy in heat. The look on Teresa's face told the rest of the stow. Her eyes were pinched closed and her mouth was twisted with agony. Her fingers were tangled in the brown curls of the man who had his mouth pressed against her cunt. Another car passed and the details were illuminated again for Janey to see. And she did want to see! Something inside her demanded that she see everything. Even when the stranger's tongue pointed wickedly and danced against Terry's small, pink clit. Her sister's slender fret moved and she dragged her heels up across the man's back. He was shirtless but Jane recognized him then… the soldier who'd spoken to her at the last rest stop. He'd wanted to sit with Teresa and it bolted like he'd more than gotten his way.

"Nuuhhnnn… ohhhhhh… shit!" Teresa tossed her head and clutched deeper in the soldier's thick hair. She was actually pulling his mouth harder against her pussy! Jane had to steady herself against the seat to keep from losing control. She wanted to blame the stranger, blame him for everything. But then a rage choked her. It was Terry's fault as much a anyone's. A soft, sucking sound made her focus again on the scene before her. The soldier was noisily eating at the delicate inner lips that half hid Terry's clit. It was too much to take. Jane leaned close.

"Pardon me, but would you mind letting my sister up?" Her voice shook with anger. The soldier turned wild eyes on her. His chin was glossy with sex juice and he looked a little drunk. Teresa scrambled back, jerking her short skirt down to hide her messy slit.

"I think it's about time you got back to our seat," Jane said, barely suppressing the rage she felt.

"Hey big sister," the soldier started, "we weren't doing anything."

"Like hell you weren't!" Jane hissed, grabbing Teresa by the wrist and jerking her up. "I should tell the driver and have you put off."

"That's all the thanks a war hero gets," he pumped, wiping the girl juice off his mouth with a swipe.

"Come on Teresa." Jane dragged her sister back up the aisle and pushed her angrily into the seat. "Now you sit there for the rest of this trip." Jane slumped down beside her. She was shaking all over. She felt like crying. She felt awful. And part of that terrible feeling was knowing what she'd done to her own body while Terry had fooled around with the soldier. Maybe it was some kind of revenge. From now on she would keep better control of her emotions. How could she expect to watch over Terry if she couldn't restrain herself?

"How could you do such a thing?" she asked Terry.

"I didn't want to," her young sister said, pouting. "He just started kissing me all over my body." A shiver ran through her small shoulders and Jane thought she saw the glimmer of a smile.

"I don't find anything amusing, about what just happened, Teresa."

"I wasn't thinking it was funny. I was just wondering if that guy loves me." She turned her large, innocent eyes up at Jane. "Do you think he does? I mean any guy who would do that to a girl."

"Terry, I don't want to discuss what that pervert did to you. And no, I don't think he loves you, if you truly want my opinion." She pushed her dark hair back. Her own smell that still clung to her fingers made her start to tremble all over again. "For God's sake, don't get out of your seat till we get to Warton!"

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