Tomlin howled as he felt his prick being released by the tightly clasping young pussy. He raised his hips frantically as his cock jerked once, then began to spew its load all over his clothing.
Cindy watched the funny-looking organ as it flopped like a fish out of water and left long strings of sticky white cum all over the man's black suit. She shuddered one last time. She rolled off the man's body and snatched up her bathing suit.
Pepper saw her friend pulling the garment on. As her own passions subsided, she lifted herself off the man's face and looked down at him in disgust. She put on her own suit and walked over to stand above him with her hands on her hips.
"I don't wanna hear about what I do, Reverend!" she told him firmly. "Or my father will hear about how you lured me into your house to watch you jack off!"
Tomlin's face went white as he looked up. Both girls were looking at him sternly. "But… but you said…"
"What I said doesn't matter-I'm a minor, remember? Besides, who do you think my father would believe-you, or Cindy and I?"
"Dear Lord!" he sobbed, covering his wet face with his hands.
"I may come back some time if I get horny… just don't try to do any preaching to me! Understand?"
He sobbed loudly and shook his head, unable to believe what had happened.
"Come on, Cindy," Pepper said, taking the other girl by the hand. "I'm hungry!"
They left him sobbing on the floor, his limp prick hanging out of his trousers and the front of his pants stained with the tell-tale spots of cum.
***
As they ate a sandwich and shared a Coke, Cindy looked across the table at her friend. "You're sure different, Pepper!"
"Not really… I've just learned some new things."
"Well, you seem different to me!"
Pepper laughed. "Well, don't you feel different? I mean, you've had your pussy sucked, you've been fucked, and you've had more sex in one day than you've had in your entire life."
Cindy realized she had changed. It was only that she had never seen Pepper act so brazenly toward anyone.
"Fucking is fun," Cindy observed.
Chapter 5
It was a little past four o'clock when Pepper heard a car puff into the driveway. She smiled. It was Uncle Jim. Grabbing her bag, she ran out to greet him. She waved to Glen who was watering the front lawn as she skipped down the flagstone path to the drive.
"See ya Monday!" she called out to her neighbor, blowing him a kiss.
Her uncle opened the door of the sports car for her.
"Hi!" she said.
"Hi yourself, Sweetheart… sorry I'm late."
Pepper leaned across the console, kissed her handsome young uncle. She rested her hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly.
"Hey… have you missed me that much?" Jim asked her, astonished at the fervor of her kiss.
"I always miss you-how's Aunt Helen?"
"Bitchy as usual."
"You're horrid!" Pepper exclaimed. "She's no such thing!"
"You don't have to live with her… bitch, bitch, bitch!" he kidded as they sped off down the street.
Pepper turned in the seat. Her uncle looked at her legs-her skirt had been pulled up exposing the crotch of her panties. She smiled.
Pepper was suddenly looking forward to the few days with her uncle and aunt. She looked at Jim out of the corner of her eye, and she realized that this weekend was going to be anything but boring.
For some unexplained reason, Jim felt uncomfortable. There was something different about Pepper. He had seen the look she exchanged with the fellow next door-not at all a neighborly look.
And the way she had kissed him. Well, she was growing up-not a kid any more.
He stole a glance at her long, shapely legs and noticed her dress was bunched up, exposing the crotch of her panties.
When they arrived, Helen met them at the front door. She hugged Pepper, took her bag and set it inside, then shook her head. "You may have to finish supper, Jim… they had a fire at the Boutique and Lana just called. She wants me to come down and help her make an inventory."
"For cryin' out loud!" he exclaimed. "It's Saturday… couldn't it wait until Monday?"
"I'm sorry, sweetheart-the insurance man's there and we have to make the report out tonight."
Sighing deeply, Jim threw up his hands. He turned to Pepper. "See? What'd I tell you!"
Pepper giggled. "Looks like the shoe's on the other foot!"
"What are you two talking about?" Helen asked.
Jim swatted his wife on the ass. "Go count your dresses-we'll make out all right."
"You two stay out of trouble now," Helen said, smiling at Pepper.
After she had gone, Pepper cleaned up the kitchen.