by AsylumSeeker

Life for Starr Adams sucked. Or at least she thought so. She worked as a clerk at a truck stop. She was raised and still lived in the same mobile home just a few hundred feet from the back door. Her mom still worked as a waitress at the attached diner.

Starr was a ravishing young woman with a slender form and short blonde hair. She always wore jeans and a short-sleeved pullover top of one color or another, many sporting illustrations of faraway places that she'd never seen but her admiring truckers had. She'd amassed quite a collection, and they included such destinations as Epcot Center, Sand Dunes National Monument, San Francisco, and dozens more.

When she complained about their self-imposed isolation her mom reminded Starr of her good fortune of being healthy and loved, but being nineteen she yearned for much more than life currently offered. She'd never dated and only knew about men through the paperback novels that were offered on a circular carousel in the store where she worked; and the customers, most of whom were male and drove rigs. Many flirted with her. A few were cute, but she found many more reviling. And then there was Doug.

"My name's Douglas Wester," she recalled as he introduced himself. He was tall, slender, and appeared to be in his late fifties. "My friends and creditors call me Douglas. But you, sweet child, can call me anything you like."

"I'll call you Doug," she decided, and that started a long-term friendship.

He stopped every chance he got. At times it turned out to be several visits a week. But she hadn't seen him for over a month. Starr understood it depended on the loads he got, but she missed him just the same.

"Hi Starr," a driver greeted her warmly.

She recognized him immediately. "Hey, Bill."

"I talked to Whiskey Man yesterday."

Her sparkling green eyes lit up and she gave Bill her full attention. She knew that was Doug's CB handle. "Really?"

Disappointment was written on his face when he saw her reaction. He placed his hands on the edge of the counter. He slowly shook his head and deeply exhaled. "You know I'm madly in love with you. Why can't you get excited like that when you see me?"

Starr smiled and squeezed his shoulder in consolation. "I'm sorry, but you're never gone long enough for me to miss. Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"That's not it and we both know it," Bill decided with a light-hearted chuckle. "The guy is sixty-two years old. I'm thirty-four. I'm a much more attractive choice for a beautiful young woman like yourself."

"It's not like that between me and Doug," Starr assured him. She was usually a believable liar. "He's a father figure, that's all."

Bill wasn't convinced, but he wasn't prepared to pursue the subject. "He asked me to tell you he's okay and misses you like crazy. He's trying to schedule a load out this way as soon as possible."

Starr revealed an excited look on her beaming face. Unable to contain her enthusiasm, she leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek. "Thanks so much! You've made my day."

"Father-figure my ass," he muttered under his breath.

Starr heard him and felt a twinge of guilt. All the guys loved her, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know what Doug had that the others lacked and could care less. He made her heart sing with joy, and that was enough for her. For the first time in her life she'd found happiness.

When he tried to pay for a plastic bottle of juice she refused payment. "Not today, Bill. It's on the house. Be safe out there."

After he left she sat down on a small stool behind the counter. She placed her golden, folded arms on the scratched glass countertop before resting her chin on her hands. A whimsical expression appeared on her adorable, lightly tanned face. She smiled to herself and felt the heaviness in her heart suddenly lift, replaced with joy.

Her mind wandered as she thought of him in his pressed denim jeans, wrinkle-free western shirt, and wide-brimmed cowboy hat. And the cheap sunglasses he'd bought there because it gave him his first excuse to talk to her. He always had a smile on his face, an interesting experience to share, and a reassuring hug to offer. Starr couldn't help how she felt. He filled a huge void that nobody else could.

"Please come back soon," she whispered as she looked at the revolving rack that held an assortment of cheap sunglasses that reminded her of him. "But be safe, Doug. By all means, be safe."

Starr wasn't sure what happened to her biological father. Her mom's explanations changed based on her mood. But she'd narrowed it down tone of three possibilities; he'd left for greener pastures, been convicted and sent to prison for life, or was killed driving a truck. Starr accepted the latter explanation, and as a result always worried and urged the men to be safe. It didn't always work; they'd lost two she was aware of.

Her mom sauntered into the store wearing the waitress uniform. Her wrinkled hands clutched two white mugs filled to the brim with black coffee. She placed one in front of her daughter as she leaned against the counter.

"It's slow today," Audrey remarked.

"Yeah," Starr automatically responded, but her mind was elsewhere.

"What's gotten into you lately? You haven't fallen in love or something, have you?" Audrey quizzed her only offspring. All the signs were there, and they weren't hard to interpret.

Starr shrugged her shoulders. How could she admit having feelings for a considerably older man? He was older than her mom; old enough to be her grandfather as a matter of fact. But what else could be expected when a nineteen year-old woman's only contact with men was across a counter, and almost all of them were at least twice her age or more?

There were exceptions, Bill being one of them, but she didn't have the benefit of being raised in a normal environment. She never got to do the things all of the other girls did.

"Don't get involved with a trucker," Audrey advised. "It's a lonely, miserable life. I know it's hard because that's all you see, and you're at that age when you're ready for love. Don't, Starr. There'll be others, trust me."

"I get so lonely," Starr confessed as she shared a rare intimate moment with her mom. "My life's not normal. I don't get to do normal things. It's so hard sometimes." Tears welled up in her adorable green eyes as she became emotional thinking about it.

Audrey chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. How could she explain to Starr that there was no such thing as normal? "What's normal? Going to school and getting shot by a classmate? Getting date-raped, or beat by an abusive father? Getting shot in the head by a sniper while pumping gas? What's normal, Starr? You tell me."

It didn't take long for an answer. Starr picked up the remote control, turned on a TV that was mounted to a wall bracket across from the counter, and turned on MTV. Gorgeous bikini-clad girls and cute guys packed around a stage in Cancun, Mexico, watching a rapper performing a hit song as they cheered him on.

"That's normal," Starr announced with teary eyes. "People travel, they have fun, and they do things besides work."

"That might be normal for them, but not for you, for us," Audrey told her. "This is your life, and that's theirs. It's normal to dream of being somebody else, baby, I've done it all my life. Trust me. But when you wake up, you're still here in the morning. You have to be grateful for what you have."

"But I want more," Starr said in a determined voice as sadness replaced the brief excitement of Bill's relayed message.

Audrey watched as tears ran down her beautiful daughter's face. "Have yourself a good cry. Let it out. You'll feel better afterwards."

Starr placed her forehead on her folded hands and gave in to the sadness. Her body shook as she released the tension. The disappointment and frustration mixed with salt as moisture leaked from her eyes in the form of tears.

* * * * *

Audrey was relieved when she saw that everything seemed to be back to normal. Yes, normal, she thought; their version of normal, anyway. Starr no longer exhibited first-love excitement as she had been doing for several days. Audrey was sure their little talk about not getting mixed up with truckers headed off a potential mess, but it hadn't at all. Starr was just busier thinking about being cheated out of a normal life than she was an absent trucker. That would soon change.

A trucker sharply dressed in pressed denim jeans, a wrinkle-free blue-checked long-sleeved western shirt, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat approached the counter. He paused to admire the young lady who sat behind it and was slumped over the glass admiring pictures of the French Riviera. She seemed completely consumed by them and didn't notice his presence.

"You are truly an angel," he observed.

She immediately recognized the Texas drawl. Her mouth stretched into a wide grin and her sweet face beamed with excitement. As tempted as she was to throw her arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek, she resisted the impulse. A proper young lady never showed her hand so early in the game.

"Been awhile," she commented in an uninterested tone, doing her best to hide the excitement that was anxious to be released.

Doug smiled to himself. At sixty-two, he'd been around the block too many times not to recognize the game she was playing. "Yeah, well, I go where my loads take me. I won't apologize for that. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again."

The wide smile disappeared, replaced by a shocked expression. Starr was aghast as she watched him leave in her peripheral vision. The jingling of the bell confirmed her worst fears. It wasn't possible! Had she been wrong? Wasn't it Doug?

She rushed to the plate glass window beside the door and watched him walking toward his rig. She was suddenly filled with rising anger. Starr opened the door and ran across the lot towards him. Doug heard the sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps and knew it was her. Now it was his turn to smile.

"Doug!" she shouted, but he kept walking.

When he knew she was getting very close he unexpectedly turned and scooped her up into his arms. They gave each other a long overdue hug and enjoyed the warm, loving embrace. After a few moments he released her.

"Where are you going?" she asked, still stunned by his quick departure.

"I forgot your presents," he announced. "I thought that might get your attention. You seemed too busy with all that fantasizing about France to pay me any mind."

"You know that's not true!" she angrily exclaimed. "You know how I feel about you."

When the serious look on his face changed into a smile, Starr knew she'd been had. She playfully punched his left shoulder and turned her back to him. Doug stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her another big hug.

"I missed you like the dickens," he admitted as he earned his way back on her good side. "Why don't you come with me sometime? You could see so many wonderful places."

"Bill said he'd be a much better choice for me than you," Starr revealed as feelings of hurt and anger were still present. "Maybe he's right."

"Sure, if you go for that type," he agreed, and then added, "but we both know you don't. It's me that lights up your incredible face when I cross that threshold, not Bill or anyone else. I've known that since day one. I don't understand it, but I've learned that there are some things a man shouldn't question but just accept and be thankful for."

"My mom would kill me if she knew I had the slightest interest in a trucker," Starr revealed. "I can't explain it, either. She told me to steer clear because life with a trucker is filled with loneliness and misery. But how can she expect me to live my life here and ignore my own feelings when they develop?"

There was a slight hesitation before he replied. "She's just trying to protect you by sharing a lesson she learned the hard way, I expect. I'm not going to stand here and tell you anything different. You're nineteen, gorgeous, and full of life. You're burning brighter than anyone and anything else around here.

“It's like watching a shooting star on a summer night streaking across the sky. You're my Shooting Starr, and I'll hang on to you for as long as you'll let me. But you need to get out of this place and find your own life, not live your mom's. I'd be right proud to give you your first glimpse of it, if you'll let me."

"Maybe," she hinted in a non-committal tone. Starr wasn't sure if she could ever leave. It was the only home she'd ever known, and it would be so hard to abandon her mom in such a manner.

"Sleep with me tonight in my rig," he suggested. "You have my word I'll be a perfect gentleman and nothing will happen. I just want to hold you in my arms for longer than a hug. The invitation's there whenever I'm here. Just tap on the window."

"You've given me a lot to think about," Starr commented. "I don't know what to say, Doug, about any of this. I'm frustrated, I'm confused, and I'm happy and sad all at the same time. Mostly I'm scared, though. It's like my whole life has been leading up to this point and all I want to do is cry."

"You're at a crossroads, Starr; decisions that are going to define who you are, who you will be, and how you live need to be made. If you don't have the courage to decide, life decides for you. Don't let that happen. That's the only advice I can give you. If you ever need to talk, to be heard, or just to be held, I'm here."

"Thanks," she said in heartfelt appreciation. "For everything."

"You go on inside. I'll get the gifts," he instructed.

He reappeared a few minutes later holding an unwrapped white gift box. Upon opening it she found two t-shirts. One was colorful with several different types of fish and advertised the Seattle aquarium. A second one was white and had pink flying pigs on the front, along with 'Cincinnati, Ohio'. A brief story on the back explained how the city was built on the profits reaped from slaughtered pigs, hence their angelic progression. There were also picture books of both cities' attractions.

Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at all the wonderful gifts he showered her with. The fear and trepidation that gripped her evaporated and were replaced by strong emotions of love and admiration. She was confused by the sudden changes in her emotional state, and that caused the tears to stream down her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm a mess," she admitted. "Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. They're wonderful."

He stretched his arms out and gestured her forward. She accepted his warm embrace and cherished the moment, thankful for the absence of other customers.

"Remember, you make those decisions," he whispered his encouragement. "I'm having dinner next door. I'd be obliged if you joined me, but I'll understand if you don't."

"Maybe." She didn't mean for it to come out the way that it did, but they both broke out in laughter. Here she was facing life-altering decisions, and couldn't even make a simple one. "I'm hopeless, aren't I?"

"Don't you worry; I'll get through to you yet."

He winked at her as she wiped the tears from her eyes and willed them to stop. He entered the diner a few steps away and left her alone. Starr felt so silly for behaving the way she was, but she didn't know how else to feel given the circumstances. What was she supposed to do? Who should she believe? Was this truck stop destined to be her life, as it had been her mom's?

* * * * *

Doug was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a soft tapping. Initially he discounted it, but the noise persisted. Finally he awoke and heard it again. This time he poked his head through the curtain that separated his bed from the driving compartment and saw Starr through the driver's side window. A large smile emerged on his face. He crawled forward and opened the door.

"Good evening, darlin’," he greeted her in a long Texas drawl, wearing only a pair of red briefs.

"I couldn't sleep knowing you were out here," she explained as she climbed in. "Is there room enough for me?"

"Why would you even ask a silly question like that?" he inquired.

"Because I'm nervous," she honestly answered. "I probably shouldn't be here, but I am. You said you'd be good."

"You have my word."

Doug smiled as he watched her climb in. She was dressed in light blue shorts and a skimpy top, both dotted with adorable brown teddy bears. He could see the swells of her hand-sized breasts through the fabric, and the tell-tale peaks of her nipples. It was an inspiring sight for a trucker that was accustomed to so much less.

After she lay beside him he tugged a light blanket over them both. She laid facing away from him and he spooned her, enjoying the warmth of her body and the sweet fragrance of perfume.

"A man could get used to this," he admitted.

"So could a girl," she confirmed with a naughty grin on her face.

He held her tightly against the center of his lanky body and savored the moment. His only regret was that, eventually, he knew he would drift off to sleep. He'd rather remain awake and enjoy their brief time together. At his age he knew he had no right to be intimate with a nineteen year-old woman, but he was selfish enough to try. Life was too short not to try.

His lips pressed against the side of her wonderfully scented neck and he kissed her repeatedly. Starr softly groaned as she enjoyed the feel of his lips on her skin. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at him for several moments. After she nodded yes, he kissed those luscious lips. His tongue snaked into her mouth in the first serious kiss she'd ever had. Her own tongue awakened and kissed him back. The warm, wet muscles desperately entwined and swirled, seeking the pleasure of one another's presence.

The kissing was wonderful, and he'd kept his word. There were no advances, although she lay beside him dressed only in nightclothes. Starr felt so safe in his clutch, so loved, and so normal. She realized that this was what normal people did. It felt so right being here with him.

"You can touch my boobs through my top," she offered, although it was more of a desire disguised in a tempting offer.

"Don't make the offer if you're not comfortable with it," he replied, happy with just her presence in the truck.

After a few moments of silence and reconsideration Starr responded, "I'd like for you to touch me."

Doug wasn't ignorant. He knew that a woman had needs just the same as a man. And he also knew that when a woman asked for something, a man had a duty to provide it. Or she'd go elsewhere to have that need fulfilled. His hands swiftly cupped the swells of soft flesh and gently fondled the warm mounds. Her adorable green eyes closed and she softly groaned as tingling warmth filled her loins. She rejoiced in feeling normal.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered into her ear. "You feel glorious. When I kiss your skin it's sweeter than cotton candy at the State Fair."

"What's a State Fair?" she innocently asked.

He sighed with frustration knowing she was missing out on so much in life. "Starr, there's a big world out there. Let me show a piece of it to you."

"Is it scary?" she questioned uncertainly.

"It's every emotion you can imagine," he replied. "Yeah, it can be scary at times. But also exciting, wonderful, fun, sad even, but that's what living is. This truck stop is like a baby's cradle. It's safe and predictable, but as it keeps out the bad things it also keeps out the good things.

“You deserve the world, and the world deserves you. You're an angel, my Shooting Starr, and the people of this world deserve to see your brightly shining soul. You're inspiring and I love you for it."

Starr smiled into the darkness. "You love me?"

"Yeah, I love you," he confirmed. "Everybody that knows you loves you. The only people that don't love you have never met you."

Starr felt so special; so normal. This was what she'd been missing, and it was here all along; the feel of his hands groping her breasts through the thin top, the tingling warmth of excitement, and the feel of her rapidly beating heart.

The warmth of his body against hers was delightful, as was the freedom of revealing her very soul. She wasn't ashamed to admit her ignorance when she was with him, and loved hearing his reassuring and comforting words.

"If I take my top off, could you limit yourself to that?" she questioned as she wanted to test the water without going too far.

"Darlin’, I'm as happy as a pig in mud right now," he assured her. "Anything more would be heaven. I won't take what's not offered, you have my word on that."

She knew what his answer would be before her question was asked. She wasn't sure why she vocalized it, except for reassurance. Starr slipped out of her top and lay beside him, her firm breasts bare. His hands returned to them, fondling the supple, perky mounds and erect nipples. Her eyes fluttered and closed as she softly moaned.

Starr concentrated on the feel of his long fingers touching her swells and teasing the hardened, pulsating nipples. It triggered more tingling warmth, and those sensations that began in her loins reverberated throughout her lithe body. She listened to her own whispered moans as she enjoyed the closeness with Doug, realizing that he would soon be gone. Tears welled up in her eyes as her emotions peaked yet again.

"Can you call me sometimes?" she requested as she anxiously fought back tears.

"I will," he promised. "Just tell me when and where."

"I have my own phone, not that anybody ever calls me. It'd be nice if you would."

"I will," he repeated. "I might be old and crusty, but I'm familiar with technology. I've evolved beyond the tin cups and string mentality."

Starr giggled childishly, and it was the sweetest sound he'd heard in a long time. He pulled her half-naked body tighter to his and renewed his fondling of her incredibly soft breasts and long, hard nipples. Her back arched and the conversation stopped as she emitted a series of groans.

He rolled her over onto her back and lowered his head. He kissed and licked all over her naturally firm swells. The tip of his tongue outlined them and slowly circled in to a nipple. When he took the throbbing pink nub between his lips she shuddered and groaned in sheer delight.

It was the most aroused Starr had ever been. Blood rushed through her veins and rejuvenated her with adrenaline. It was almost as if she could feel the event occurring. Her toes curled and fingers balled into tight fists. The warmth in her loins flared into a fire, and tingling pleasure emanated throughout her flesh. There was an aching need between her legs, but she wasn't ready to satisfy it yet. Her thighs pinched tightly together in a protective stance as she was content to enjoy their warm, reassuring embrace.

"This is normal," she softly whispered.

"What's that, darlin’?" Doug asked as he removed his mouth and interrupted his delightful task.

"It's feels wonderful," Starr announced. "Don't stop. Not now, not ever."

"It would take a team of Clydesdale horses to keep my mouth from your beautiful breasts," he replied. "And even then I'd find a way to devour them."

She softly giggled until a powerful surge of tingling delight rushed through her. Then the giggling stopped and her groaning resumed. Starr could feel wetness between her legs and she really wanted him there, but the thought frightened her. She wasn't feeling that normal yet. Starr sensed that her life was finally getting on track in a direction she liked, but her train was just now leaving the station.

Several minutes of wondrous pleasure elapsed. When Doug's mouth retreated, her breasts shimmered in the dim moonlight that entered the sleeper through an open vent. Her nipples were still swollen and continued to throb. She glanced down at her own chest, happy that she could both enjoy and deliver pleasure to a wonderful man.

"I guess the Clydesdales got to you," she decided.

"You wear me out, girl," he replied in a complimentary voice. "Even half-naked, you wear me out. Your beauty amazes me, Starr. You make me feel like the luckiest man alive, and I am. I truly am."

She giggled. His compliments warmed her heart and bolstered her weak confidence. But she yearned for more.

"Am I normal?" she queried. "Not me, I mean my life. Mom says living here is normal for us. But on MTV I see kids my age on the beaches in Mexico dancing and having so much fun. I think that's normal, not me being here."

Doug gave his answer careful consideration. He recognized the fact that she was, knowingly or otherwise, collecting information to base decisions on that would impact the rest of her life. He knew that being with her was self-indulgent, but he refused to allow himself to permit that to affect the life-altering decisions she needed to make.

"I think it's normal to look at other people, to see that they're different, and wonder why. We're all unique, Starr. We all lead different lives. You see what you want to see. You see kids your age in bikinis swimming and sunbathing, doing things that you don't, and you want that.

“But there are things you don't see. Everything comes with a price. I don't know how to explain it. If a person could summarize life experiences in a book it would be a top-seller and people would never make the same mistakes. But living life is a personal lesson that nobody else can understand."

Starr had been thinking of her mom's warning about truckers. "Is being with you a mistake?"

Doug smiled. He was impressed with her blunt honesty. She really was collecting data upon which to base future decisions. "Every moment I'm allowed to spend with you is a blessing. I have no realistic hopes for a commitment, and I wouldn't want that. You're my Shooting Starr, and I know I'll lose you.

“I'll lose my grip and fall off, but that's okay, it really is. The fall will hurt like hell, but knowing you're happy will be my parachute. You're with me now, but you're not with me. Not the way your mom means. I wouldn't let you be with me if it attributed to your detriment. I'm self-indulgent, but not to the point of harming your growth."

She giggled, more confused than ever. "Yes or no?"

"No, Starr, I won't let me be a mistake," he promised. It would be the hardest promise he ever kept.

Doug hugged his angel tightly and curled his body around hers. He enveloped her soft, warm form and thanked the heavens for this wonderful opportunity. He recognized the fact that she was searching to find her own path, and he swore to himself that he wouldn't mislead her for his own benefit. She was a beautiful soul that the world needed and deserved to see. To keep her hidden here was a crime. That was his final thought as he drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Doug was accustomed to waking early, and Doug woke before her. He maintained his tight hold on her body and sniffed the scent of her dissipating perfume and shampoo. He'd love to live out the rest of his days with her in his arms, but he loved her too much to relegate her to such a fate. She deserved so much more.

He admired her reclined form, noting the distinctive perky globes of creamy flesh and the dramatic pink tips. She was stunningly beautiful, more so with her breasts exposed. Starr looked angelic as she slept beside him, bathed in the morning light of the sun that filtered into the sleeper. She literally took his breath away, and he felt a twinge of guilt for delighting in her company.

"I love you, Starr," he whispered, realizing she couldn't hear him but hoping the message might sink into her subconscious mind. "I love you with all my heart."

Her lips curled into a smile. "I heard that."

"Good, I wanted you to," he replied.

"I love you too, Doug," she whispered back.

Starr giggled as she rolled over onto her belly, rose to her hands and knees, and straddled his prone body. She leaned over him and dangled her bare breasts just above his face. Her hands pinned his wrists against the mattress above his head. Doug looked up, gazing at the jiggling swells and pink tips, once again swollen with excitement.

"Kiss them like you did last night," she requested. "That felt so good."

"Are you sure you want me to get you all riled up just before work?" he questioned the wisdom of her request.

"I swapped days with Dottie," Starr informed him with a naughty grin on her face. "You have me all day long, and I have no intention of leaving this truck until this time tomorrow."

"Oh really," Doug replied, surprised by the announcement and her advanced planning. "And how will we keep ourselves entertained?"

"You can start by fulfilling my previous demand," she reminded him in a dominant and demanding tone of voice that both startled and aroused him. It was very unlike her to speak in such a way, especially to her elders, but it showed her zest for life and adventurous spirit.

"I have half a mind to bend you over my knee and spank you for speaking to an elder in that tone of voice."

"Ooh, I was saving that for later," she revealed as she toyed with him like a kitten batting at the knotted end of a string.

"What's got into you?" he inquired, seeing the rapid change in her attitude.

"I've started to make some decisions," she admitted. "I thought you'd like the new me."

"I never said I didn't like."

She pressed a breast against his mouth and cut him short. His tongue extended and began licking the precious swell as his lips gently kissed the skin. Starr closed her eyes and savored the tingling sensations his mouth created in her flesh. Her hands embraced his head as she rolled off of him onto her side, keeping his mouth on her.

Starr ignored the roar of an engine and men's voices, knowing that they couldn't be seen in the truck's sleeper. It seemed so weird to her to be so intimate in the middle of a parking lot, but it also added to the building excitement.

By the time he devoured both breasts for a second time her juices were flowing and she was both wet and horny. The nipples were hard and ached, eager for more action. The void between her legs was more pronounced than ever, anxious to be filled as her folds oozed with nectar. A fire filled her lower belly as she was more sexually excited than she'd ever been before.

Although her body was ready, Starr wasn't. Not yet. She thought about it, about going all the way, but she was still too frightened by the prospect. Instead she nervously reached a hand down between his legs and felt the throbbing hardness. She giggled as she touched a man for the first time, wrapping her fingers around him through the cotton of his underpants.

"You can have any part of me you desire," he assured her.

After hearing his words her hand hesitantly pushed underneath the elastic waistband and touched his bare cock. He closed his eyes and softly sighed as he felt her soft, warm fingers embracing his steel-hard shaft. She curiously watched her hand thumping against the front of the red cotton, raising, lowering, and vibrating the fabric.

Finally Starr's curiosity got the best of her and she used her free hand to pull the shorts down and reveal his groin. Her eyes widened and she gasped while looking at an aroused man for the first time. She observed him with a look of awe as she examined his hair-covered balls and the beautiful shaft topped with a purplish-pink mushroom-shaped tip that was moist with seeping, milky wetness.

On impulse she lowered her body and moved her face to his crotch. She knew that some women liked to kiss a man down there, and she was curious as to why. Her tongue hesitantly extended and licked the base of his shaft, slowly running all the way up to the head. She heard him moaning and felt his body as it stiffened and shuddered in pleasure.

Starr was amazed that by doing such a simple thing it created such a powerful response. A smile formed on her face as she delighted in her new discovery and repeated the exercise. Over and over her wet, warm tongue licked his full length on the underside of his cock. It got even harder as she teased him with her mouth.

His hands reached down and gently held her head. "That feels wonderful, darlin’."

She watched as a creamy drop formed at the elongated opening in the rounded tip. With each stroke of her tongue it grew larger, until finally it became so heavy that the thick drop rolled down the head and shaft before pooling against her fingers. She curiously raised the fingers to her mouth and sampled the semen.

When her cute grimaced as she tasted the salty, musk flavored fluid, Doug saw her reaction and couldn't contain his laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Starr asked, although she already knew what triggered it. "It's dangerous to piss me off when I have my mouth so close to your pee-pee. I'd be careful if I were you."

"The flavor of a man is an acquired taste," he enlightened her as he roughed up her short blonde hair. "You'll learn to enjoy it after time, and the men in your life will appreciate it as well."

When she returned her attention to his erection, her mouth opened and she tentatively took him inside. Her lips closed around the shaft as her head slowly bobbed up and down. Starr took him in as deeply as she dared, which was half his total length. Once he was wet with saliva her head moved up and down in a rhythmic pace as she made her first attempt at a blowjob.

Her self-confidence slowly grew as more semen leaked from the head, mixed with her saliva, and renewed the flavor that she had initially disliked. She became accustomed to the taste and found it less bothersome. Her captivating green eyes closed and she concentrated on pleasing him, learning the new skill with rapt interest.

"You're a natural," he whispered approvingly. "Oh, darlin’, your mouth is absolutely delightful. It feels like heaven."

Doug went out of his way to compliment her performance, knowing that it was her first effort. He wanted to be sure she found it to be as pleasing as he did.

"What's it feel like for a man when a girl does this for him?" she inquired.

He described as best he could the sensations her mouth generated. "Your mouth feels hot and wet, and it fills my belly with tingling as it moves up and down my shaft. I feel your lips wrapped tightly around me, and your flicking tongue is devouring me with enthusiasm. It's like."

Doug flinched as a surge of tingling warmth jolted through his body. His muscles suddenly tensed and his back arched in pleasure. A wicked grin appeared on Starr's face upon realizing she'd caused his intense reaction. It gave her a sense of control, and she liked it.

After the moment passed he returned to the story, but before he could get going again she repeated the action. And again he tensed and groaned as another wave of intensive delight embraced his form.

"Oh you're evil!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "I've created a monster."

She giggled as her mouth eagerly took him inside to the back of her throat. She tried to swallow even more of him and managed a little added depth before a gagging reflex stopped the attempt. Her soft fingers stroked his full length as her mouth moved up and down.

"Are you getting close yet?"

"I'm getting there," he announced. "I can feel my balls tightening and my cock growing bigger. I feel. oh yeah, my head just got real sensitive. My semen's beginning to rise. I can feel it slowly moving up. Oh, that feels so good. That's it, darlin’, suck on the head. Yeah, your tongue feels so good swirling around the tip. Suck a little harder. Pump it fast with your hands too. Oh yeah, yeah."

His body stiffened and he grunted aloud. A second later a stream of thick, hot cum filled her mouth. He encouraged her to keep sucking until he finished, and she did. Some of his seed oozed from the edges of her mouth and down the chin.

Starr nearly gagged in disgust as she swallowed the rest. And no sooner than she did when another brief stream refilled it. She swallowed again as the last traces of seed were ejaculated into her sucking mouth. When he was finished Doug gently pushed her head away.

He watched as she wiped her face on the sheets. He smiled down at her. "That was great, darlin’. You performed wonderfully."

"Really?" she asked uncertainly. "That was my first time. I couldn't have been that good."

"Trust me, you did fine," he assured her. "So, what do you have in mind now?"

She lay alongside him on her right side and pulled his arms around her. "I want to go all the way with you, but I'm still a little scared. Don't be mad at me."

Doug smiled. "Darlin’, I love you with all my heart. I'm blessed just being able to be here beside you. I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. And I could never be mad at you for that reason."

She moved his hands to her boobs and formed his fingers around them. Starr giggled as he began gently fondling the firm, perky swells. When her nipples hardened they rose up between his fingers, which then lightly pinched on the pulsating nubs. She moistened the tips of her fingers with saliva and smeared it on the pink nubs. Starr watched as the pulsating tips glistened in the morning sun's light.

Afterwards she leaned back against his chest and enjoyed the tingling warmth his stimulating fingers generated. Her aroused center grew damp in anticipation of the penetration that she still feared.

"Can you touch me down there, through my clothing?" she asked, embarrassed by her own childish behavior. She was supposed to be a woman but a part of her still resisted the change and clung to her childhood fears.

As his left hand caressed its way down over her smooth, flat stomach, her thighs shifted apart for him. His palm pressed on her furry love mound as his fingers felt the outline of her outer folds. Both of her hands tightly squeezed his left upper arm as she moaned in pleasure from the intimate contact.

He developed a squeeze, push, rub motion that, whether intentionally or otherwise, her hips fell into rhythm with as she began grinding her eager pussy into his fingers and palm. Her eyes closed as the pleasing sensations grew stronger.

She'd never let anyone touch her there before, and it was every bit as frightening as it was thrilling. There was a surge of tingling warmth as his fingers pressed upon the lips and triggered a release of wetness. Her lithe form quivered in his arms as Starr's whispered groans announced her enjoyment. The smell of her sex wafted up to their noses

"It would be better for you if I could be permitted to slide my fingers beneath all that clothing," he advised and tempted her. "You could still keep them on, Starr."

"Okay," she nervously agreed.

Doug smiled at her as his fingers threaded their way under the crotch of her teddy bear shorts and panties. Her young body flinched when his fingers touched her bare flesh, and her hand tightened its grip around his upper arm. Doug pushed the fragile outer petals apart and the middle finger gently moved into the juicy hot slit.

"Oh. oh Doug, that does feel wonderful. yeah, oh yeah," she groaned in wonder as she discovered the intense delight of being touched there by another.

Her back arched as her slender hips began moving back and forth faster. Starr shamelessly rubbed her aroused pussy against his probing fingers. She shuddered as wave after wave of tingling warmth centered in her loins reverberated throughout her body.

"Was I wrong?" he asked.

She softly giggled. "No, you weren't wrong. I doubt there's very little you're ever wrong about."

"I promised I'd get through to you, and I always keep my word."

She jerked when his finger directly stimulated her swollen clitoris. He continued rubbing on the nub as her writhing form groaned louder and faster. Her flowing wetness coated his fingertips and clung to the pink edges of her outer folds. The smell of her sex quickly grew stronger as her excitement intensified.

The stale, unmoving air inside of the sleeper warmed up as their combined body heat was released. Tiny droplets of perspiration began to form at the pores of her luscious body, making it shimmer in the light that seeped in around the curtain that hid them from prying eyes outside.

His mouth pressed against hers and their tongues immediately entwined. The kissing started fast and hard. The wet muscles playfully dueled and swept from side to side, exploring the sweet warmth of one another. His free hand cupped and fondled a firm mound, tweaking on the hardened nipple between thumb and index finger.

"Ah!" she cried aloud as her mouth retreated from his and her entire body shook with strong spasms.

Her face contorted as she climaxed. It was the most intense of her young life, and her fingers squeezed his upper arm as every muscle in her body twitched in uncontrollable spasms. She vibrated on the thin mattress as creamy essence and sexual energy were simultaneously released.

He continued fingering her wet flesh as Starr's quaking form grunted and moaned in wondrous joy. When it ended she was breathless, flushed, and absolutely beaming. It took several moments for her to recover.

"Is that what it was like for you?" she asked.

"Pretty darn close, I reckon," he responded.

"It's getting warm and stale in here," Starr commented as she wiped a thin coating of perspiration off her forehead.

"I was thinking the same thing myself," he readily concurred. "What's say I start this rig up and get some cool air going, and then I'll sneak over to the diner and bring us back some food?"

"Sounds good," she agreed. "I'll keep the bed warm."

"You do precisely that, darlin’."

He slipped on his slightly wrinkled denim jeans and western shirt. It wasn't like him to appear so shabby but he had good reason. Besides, the one that gave him cause to dress sharply was already in the truck with him.

"Don't tell my mom where I am if she asks," Starr requested.

He acknowledged her request with a nod as he moved into the driver's seat and turned over the big diesel engine. Afterwards he opened the door and left her alone.

Starr reached a hand down between her legs and felt the drying wetness her body had emitted in response to his intimate touching. She tried to imagine what it would feel like with his penis inside of her. She was sure it would hurt, and that's what caused her to hesitate. At least that was the only reason that came to mind. She silently scolded herself for acting like a baby. They'd done everything they could do short of having sex, so why was the prospect still frightening?

He was gone for nearly a half hour, which allowed her plenty of time to think. Before he returned she pushed her teddy bear shorts and panties off completely and pulled a thin sheet over her naked form. Starr wanted to surprise Doug with her newfound courage and determination to act the part of a healthy nineteen year-old woman and finally consummate their relationship.

The air conditioner was blasting out the cold air and, even under the thin sheet, she was beginning to feel chilled. Her hands grabbed a blanket and she laid it out over her legs and feet, with the sheet pulled up to her neck.

"How'd it go?" Starr asked upon his return. He was carrying a large sack and one large drink. He turned down the fan to reduce the blast of cold air before returning to the sleeper and closing the curtain.

"It's between breakfast and lunch so I got an omelet and a double cheeseburger with onion rings," he told her. "You can take your pick. Your mom's giving Dottie the third degree in there trying to find out where you are and what's going on. I didn't dare order two drinks, or she'd be on to us. I reckon she's just concerned for your welfare."

"Dottie doesn't know anything," Starr reassured him. "I just told her I had someplace to be."

Doug didn't feel right about leaving her mom to needlessly fret, but he knew better than to meddle in the personal affairs of other people. She sensed his uneasiness with the situation and tried to right the wrong her sudden disappearance created.

"My mom and I have been bumping elbows twenty-four seven for as long as I can remember. She needs to realize I'm not a little girl anymore and I need a little breathing room. The separation will do us both some good. Maybe our perspectives will change and we'll be able to see things differently. Maybe she'll be more understanding of my needs after this."

He opened two Styrofoam containers and allowed her to choose. Starr sat up, uncaring as the sheet fell away and exposed her succulent tits. He couldn’t help but admire them, she had one of the nicest sets he’d ever had the liberty of laying his eyes on.

After looking at both, she selected the cheeseburger, leaving him the Western omelet. Starr was hungry. She eagerly commenced to eating. It was quiet in the cab as they ate and tended to their own thoughts. With the fan set to low it provided just a small bit of background noise.

"I know you said that you planned on spending today and tonight with me, but if you feel you can't, I'll understand. Family's important, Starr. I'll just leave it at that."

"I've spent a month thinking about you, about us," she admitted. "There were a few nights when I felt so lonely I felt like my heart would burst. I'm not letting you go that easy, Doug. When you pull out of here in the morning I don't know when I'll see you again. I'm not going to cut my visit short with you because of her. That's exactly what she wants, don't you see that? She wants to keep me in a glass jar on the window sill. Well, I'm about to break that glass jar."

Starr shivered as she laid her container down. "It feels good and chilly in here now."

After pulling the sheet and blanket back over her body, she reached her hands out and began loosening his jeans. Starr struggled with the button but it finally relinquished its stubborn hold. The zipper easily slid down the length of its brass track. Doug finished, and after he placed his container down and took a sip of the soda they were sharing, he reclined on the mattress.

"Were you serious about that spanking?" she asked out of curiosity as her soft fingers dipped inside his pants and began fondling his soft cock and balls.

"Have you ever been spanked, Starr? I don't mean a little swat on the bottom; I'm talking about a full-fledged spanking."

"Not that I can remember," she replied after several moments of careful consideration.

His cock began stirring and started to stiffen as a result of her efforts. Tingling warmth filled her lower belly as she also grew aroused.

"Trust me, it's not easily forgotten, which is why it tends to be so effective," he explained. "I don't know why society has come to frown on it. No, I wasn't serious, I was kidding. What's going on in that head of yours, darlin’? I see the gears turnin’ but I can't tell the direction."

Starr felt like she could tell Doug anything. "It just sounds erotic, like it might be fun to be spanked, that's all."

"You're a veritable sponge," he snickered as he sat up and kicked off his cowboy boots, removed his loosened jeans, and pulled off his western shirt. The bulge in his red briefs was pronounced and she giggled when she saw it.

"You've been a naughty girl!" Doug said with a stern look on his face. He also pointed a finger at her accusingly.

"I've been bad," Starr played along as she childishly pouted. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Sometimes a person does a thing that can't be undone with a simple apology, Starr," he patiently explained to his pretend-daughter. His acting was so believable it sent a chill down her spine. "I'm afraid it's come to this. Bend over my lap."

"Are you going to spank me, Daddy?" she asked as she shrunk in feigned fear and her eyes welled up with tears.

"I'm afraid so, darlin’," he confirmed. "Come on. Don't make it any worse than it has to be."

"But I'm scared. Will it hurt?"

"Just enough so you won't soon forget the lesson," he replied. "It's for your own good, darlin’. Come on, now."

Starr wore a frightened look on her face as she emerged from under the covers and positioned her body over his upper thighs. She caught a glimpse of the shocked expression that appeared on his face when he realized she was naked. In reality, she was nervous. Her stomach knotted up as she lay across his lap and felt his hard cock anxiously throbbing against her left side. And this time she knew he'd be using it to penetrate her virgin canal. She silently wondered if he realized that yet. Starr couldn't help but smile.

Doug was aghast when he saw her naked form. His eyes were immediately drawn to her perfectly shaped, firm buttocks. He admired the upward sloping of her thighs as the flesh rose and expanded to form the matching cheeks which were drawn tightly together. His hands cupped the cheeks and he kneaded the soft, firm flesh.

He knew a father would never say this to his daughter, but she wasn't and he had to comment. "Darlin’, you have a great ass."

"Really?" For reasons he couldn't comprehend she seemed surprised by his compliment. "Does that mean you won't be spanking me, Daddy?"

He resumed the role-playing. "No, it doesn't. There's a lesson to be learned from this, and my girl's gonna learn it."

He raised his right hand and swung it down, sharply striking her ass. His palm struck her left cheek as his extended fingers bridged the crack and hit her right cheek. He used considerable force and as it sharply struck her creamy skin it was accompanied by a loud slapping noise. Starr winced as she felt stinging pain from the blow that reddened her ass. After the initial surge of pain diminished, it left a lingering feeling of soreness. He paused a few seconds to give her an opportunity to stop him.

When there wasn't any indication from her, he raised his hand again. Starr now knew what to expect and she braced herself for it. The loud slap and ensuing stinging jolt shocked her body. She gasped and jerked when the strike was administered. The pain took longer to weaken, and after it did the soreness in her ass increased. And added to it was a burning sensation.

Again he hesitated, but she wasn't ready to stop him yet. She wanted to find out what a real spanking was. Besides, despite the discomfort, it was also exciting. His hand sharply struck again. Although he hit her with consistency, the pain seemed worse as he was hitting flesh that was already sore. The stinging jolt was stronger and lasted much longer.

Her ass radiated with heat as it protested the abuse, and turned a brighter red. The lingering discomfort became more intense as the same area was repeatedly struck. The fourth time he spanked her, Starr's ass was already stinging before the strike. The jolt of pain she felt this time was much more severe, and even afterwards it continued to sting. Her buttocks burned from the requested punishment, and she decided she'd had enough.

"I'll be good now, Daddy," she promised in a little-girl voice.

Doug reclined, and as he did his hands reached down and grasped her legs behind the knees and he eagerly guided them far apart. She lay on top of him with his pulsating erection pointing up between her spread legs, just a few inches from her aching pussy. Inching her down until the side of his vertical shaft pressed against the juicy vertical lips of her crotch, he felt the wetness smearing on his throbbing cock.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he patiently questioned her as they looked deeply into one another's eyes.

He couldn't believe how incredibly sexy she looked at that moment as she lay on top of him with her knees on either side of his waist. She looked down at him with those sparkling green eyes peering directly into his and her perky breasts compressed against his chest.

"I want it more than you could ever know," she answered without hesitation.

The nervous fear that had gripped her for the past two days was entirely gone. Not even a trace of it was left that might have made her otherwise doubt the wisdom of her decision. She knew deep in her heart that she wanted Doug to be her first. In her mind he was uniquely deserving of that privilege for all the kindness and love he'd shown to her.

He gently but firmly grasped her upper thighs and held her in place as his hips moved his fully erect cock towards her pussy. Starr flinched and gasped as the round tip pushed between the outer folds and entered the narrow slit. The pink valley was wonderfully warm and wet. Her essence coated the head of his cock and made it slick.

The smell of sex returned to the cab of the truck. Doug reached his right hand down and wrapped the fingers around his shaft for guidance and support. He instinctively knew where her canal entrance was. Once he got close and made a few minor adjustments, he was there.

"This is going to hurt." It wasn't a question but a firm belief she'd been struggling with the past two days.

"A little," he responded. "Don't worry, darlin’. I'll be as gentle as I can. Once we get past the first few minutes you'll forget all about the pain."

He hesitated several moments. The round head throbbed against the tiny opening, teasing her with its incessant throbbing upon her fragile flesh. Her stomach knotted in last-minute fear, but she didn't back out. She liked the feeling of his cock pulsating like it did, and where it did. It gave her a thrilling rush of excitement that stoked the tingling warmth in her loins into a fire. Wetness oozed from her pussy and collected at the pink folds.

He moved his hands to her slender hips and grabbed on. Pulling her down, he angled into her. Doug pushed upwards and forced the round tip of his cock into the opening. Starr grimaced and groaned from the stinging pain as her canal was stretched and forced open. It stretched further and further as his cock pushed at the opening insistently, and with increasing force.

Tears formed in her eyes from the sharp, needle-like discomfort. Finally the walls reached the widest part of his head and closed around the bottom of the tip as he popped inside. She grunted aloud with a flinch when she felt his entry, hardness tearing through her cherry. A few tiny drops of blood smeared on his mahnood as it passed beyond the torn tissue.

Her breathing and heart rates were rapid. Tiny droplets of perspiration formed at her pores despite the chilled air being dispensed by the truck's air conditioner. She momentarily shivered as the air dried the perspiration on her skin and stole the heat from her body. Now that he was inside, she knew what came next. He pulled down on her hips and gently thrust his upwards, spearing deeper.

"Uhn. oh, ouch, ouch," she whispered and groaned in painful delight. She giggled as she admitted, "This does hurt some."

Doug continued his slow, gentle penetrations and withdrawals into and out of her wondrous body, tight walls reluctantly parting as he drove deeper inside. Starr felt pressure as his hardness filled the void that had been aching for this moment. Passion and desire filled her flesh and intensified the tingling warmth in her supple loins. The pain of his entry eased, replaced by sensations of delight. She felt a much closer bond with him as she welcomed him inside.

He loved her as delicately as he could with long, slow strokes. With each forward motion he moved slightly deeper. Her body intermittently tensed and continually shuddered above his, and seeping essence soaked her aroused flesh. An occasional drop fell onto his lower belly and splattered upon impact, the fragments clinging to the curls of a small patch of hair.

He withdrew until only the round tip remained inside before pushing all the way back inside, until the tight canal walls resisted. When they did he forced them apart; Starr tensed and loudly groaned. She wasn't sure how much more of him her young, tiny body could take. He seemed so much larger now than before, but her flesh yielded and eventually accepted his full length. Once he loosened her up, it was an amazing ride.

The chill air felt wonderful as it embraced their overheating bodies. She moved up and down at a comfortable rate, pivoting at the knees. Doug thrust upward at a forward angle, sliding fully inside her tight pussy. The velvet-smooth canal walls gripped his head and shaft, and vibrated against his flesh.

The sleeper reverberated with the sounds of labored breathing, soft moaning and groaning, and occasional gasps. The smell of sex was strong as their flowing juices mixed. It was a heavenly feeling for them both as their physical forms celebrated their love and admiration for one another.

For Starr, sex was an incredible discovery, unlike anything she'd ever imagined. She felt a connection not only with Doug's body, but also with his soul. It was very intimate and personal and reached so far beyond the union of their flesh. She felt tremendous joy from the act, as if her spirit had been released like a bird from its confining cage.

Doug had experience and endurance, and he used both to deliver pleasure to his precious girl. He could sense her approaching climax by the change in her breathing and the increasing pitch of her moans. He moved his hands from her hips to the cheeks of her ass, and he grabbed both firmly.

It didn't occur to him that they'd still be sore from the recent spanking. He pulled her down as he plunged up inside, at first fucking her at a relaxed pace. Doug picked up the rhythm, loving her faster and harder. Starr experienced a sharp jolt of stinging pain as his hands squeezed on her ass, but found it strangely stimulating.

Her groaning became louder as the excitement continued to build. The tingling fire in her loins was all-consuming, branching out to other parts of her body. She felt growing tension, and the sensations created by his swiftly moving cock increased in intensity. Starr was so close she could taste it, and she slammed her body into his harder, demanding all of his cock despite her soreness of his entry.

He strained to reach deeper, and in so doing transmitted powerful sensations of pleasure through him. His balls were heavy with seed and ached to release it. Yet still he fought back the urge and rammed into her juicy, eager flesh.

Her entire form stiffened as she achieved orgasm, and then the tremors began. Starr's toes and fingers curled as her back arched. Her lithe body twitched and shuddered as she cried out in undeniable pleasure.

A surge of thick, rich cum flooded her sex, and after soaking her pussy several drops dripped onto his stomach. Her gyrating form rode him like a bull, vibrating in sheer ecstasy for several exhausting moments. After the spasms dissipated she rolled over onto her right side with him still inside, gasping for breath and shimmering with perspiration.

"Oh my, that was wonderful," she whispered in breathless amazement, her eyes and mouth brightly smiling.

He looked into those green eyes and smiled warmly. His hands gently caressed her flushed cheeks and wiped the light coating of sweat from her forehead. He reminded her, "I'm not done yet, Starr."

Doug eased her onto her back. She winced as her sore, burning ass contacted the bedding, more irritated than before after his hands kneaded the sore flesh for several minutes. This time they hugged and softly kissed as he made love to his beautiful Shooting Starr. They embraced one another tightly. Her legs wrapped around his slender waist. Their lips met in successive kisses as he slowly withdrew and reentered her wondrous body.

It was a restive rhythm that they fell into, and it reminded her of a lazy summer afternoon. She felt the pressure of his stiff cock recede and return, recede and return, like the constant and predictable lapping of waves. She was filled with gentle tingling warmth, so wonderfully relaxing in comparison with the feverish activity that preceded her first climax.

It was a slow buildup this time for Starr. It started in her center and slowly intensified. She felt every minor change in her excitement, and mentally watched it unfolding in her body. This time she didn't rush it but remained satisfied with the lazy pace of his thrusts. She pictured her juicy pink slit, enlarged clit, and his shaft sliding in and out, glistening with wetness. His motions tugged on her folds and stimulated the nub during the tender stroking. It was a beautiful sight that she envisioned, and it added to the erotic charge in the air.

This time climax came in a calmer fashion, yet it was every bit as enjoyable. Her mind concentrated on its development and now embraced its arrival. It was less chaotic, and although her body still initially tensed and shuddered in wonderful waves of delight, it was much less exhausting.

She tightened her limbs around him and softly groaned as another eruption of tingling pleasure centered in her loins extended throughout all parts of her. For several seconds she savored the intense joy of their shared intimacy.

When her grip on him loosened and her body's twitching eased, Doug knew she was finished. This time he allowed himself to climax and no longer held back. The slow stroking turned faster, and he strained to reach as deeply inside of her as he could.

The semen began to rise, and this time his frantic movements encouraged its arrival. The vibrating of her hot, wet canal around his full length hurried his climax. He hugged her tightly as he filled her again while ejaculating his thick, hot seed.

He moved inside of her several more times, grunting and jerking in spasms of delight as his balls continued to supply a hefty load. With every twitch of his body another brief stream of cum was released into her womb, until finally his supply was depleted and his orgasm faded.

The kissing ceased and he moved alongside of her. They retreated beneath the sheet and blanket, chased there by the cool moving air.

"I don't know why I was so scared of it," she confided in him. "It was fantastic."

"I'm sure it's quite a leap for a young woman," he assured her. "You're bridging the gap from childhood to womanhood, from innocence to physical maturity."

"What was your first time like?" she questioned.

"That was a number of years back, and time has a way of toying with memories from that long ago," he tried to explain. "I'm sure I was nervous, maybe even a little bit scared, I reckon. I do recall it being most delightful."

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