Okay, here’s another excerpt that I don’t think is too extreme.  But please be advised that it is sexually explicit, it deals with subject matter that some readers could find offensive and it won’t be suitable for everybody. Thanks, gang!

Please excuse any typos. It is still in progress. Okay! Have a great night.

Approx. 4 1/2 pages

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Excerpt from “1954 Powder Blue Pickup”
© 2020 Marilyn Jaye Lewis

He drove the truck back out to the edge of town, where it was dark and quiet, and he parked it in his usual spot. He lit a cigarette and he drank his Coke and he sat back and stared out the windshield, just letting his dick get hard.

She’d blushed. She’d really blushed. He knew without doubt what that meant. She’d been thinking about it. It might be better not to rush her – then she’d be really good to go, be open to all kinds of suggestions. So far, she’d liked every one of his dirty ideas.

“That is one dirty girl,” he said quietly.

The first date, he’d driven the truck out here to the edge of town after the movie and they’d kissed in the front seat of the truck and she was so polite. So shy – he was surprised when she let him fondle one of her tits while they kissed. But she had on that bra that was like armor – the kind that made her tits stand up in points. He couldn’t feel anything that felt anything like a breast through that thing.

He smoked his cigarette now and remembered. How shy she’d been, still was – it had made him get so hard.

“Do you mind,” he had said haltingly. “I don’t want to offend you, but do you think it would be okay to take that thing off?”

“What thing?” she asked, startled.

“That thing under your blouse. I can’t feel anything.”

She stared at him and blushed. “You mean my bra?” she said quietly.

“Would it be okay? You could put your blouse right back on – just take that bra off.”

She stared at him and nervously bit her lip. She’s a total virgin, he realized then.

“I won’t look,” he said. “If you don’t want me to.”

She stared at him, saying nothing, but not looking away. Not at all. “Should I help you?” he asked.

Again, she just stared at him, not looking away.  So he reached over and began to unbutton her blouse. Right away she’d started breathing funny, not trying to stop him. So he’d simply unbuttoned the blouse, very methodically, and then helped her out of it. She sat there then, in her tight skirt and that armor of a bra that had no straps at all. It simply held up her tits with more elastic than he’d ever seen – but it was very pretty, very grown-up-woman looking. And her hair was pulled back neatly in that bow. She looked so pretty like that, that he decided to kiss her again, while she was just wearing that sexy bra.

He held the back of her head and they opened their mouths, their tongues mashing together – real kissing. Her, just in that skirt and bra. And her heavy breathing was very telling. He didn’t even ask her – he just felt behind her and unhooked it and let it come right off.

God, her breasts were beautiful – big and full and weighing down on that slender rib cage. He went right back to kissing her – didn’t bother offering her the blouse back. He wanted to get a good feel of those tits while they kissed. And she’d let him do it – let him feel her tits and even squeeze them. Her kisses got very passionate, then.

“I don’t want to be rude,” he said. “But your tits are beautiful. They are. I bet everybody tells you that.”

“No one’s ever seen them before,” she replied quietly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m the only one?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Well, let me tell you – they’re beautiful.” Then he took both of her breasts between in his hands, gently squeezed them close together and then leaned down and kissed each of her nipples. She gasped. “Really beautiful,” he said. Then he kissed each nipple again. Then lightly licked each of them, just on the tips of the nipples. They had gotten erect. Oh god, she was saying so softly, with each kiss, each lick. Oh god.

Without asking her if it would be okay, he began sucking on one of the nipples, while very lightly rubbing his thumb over the other one at the same time. Her “oh gods” filled the front seat of the truck then, and he saw her pelvis begin to squirm on the seat.

It wasn’t long before she’d unzipped her skirt and wiggled out of it. And there had been those complicated panty-things with the garters that attached to her stockings. He’d seen those things before – they almost looked like girdles, but not quite. He hated those things – they were so complicated. But there she sat, in the front seat of his truck, a dim glow coming from the radio dial, darkness everywhere else. And her beautiful breasts hanging down, and that girdle-type thing, like still more armor, and those stockings attached to it, like they meant business.

He didn’t have to ask if she was a virgin; he knew. He said, plain and simple, “Don’t worry. Nothing we ever do together is going to ruin you. I promise. Any doctor on Earth would pass you with flying colors, if it ever came to that. So just don’t ever worry. Okay?”

The obvious relief she felt was what seemed to underlie her willingness to let him remove her stockings. And to lie down flat on the seat when he asked her to. And to let him get between her legs, even though he had no intention of removing the remaining vestige of her armor. He already knew from experience with other girls, that the crotch of that thing was cotton – soft cotton. And he was content to kiss her through the cotton fabric – just kiss her through the fabric, down there between her legs.

He discovered right away, of course, that her crotch was soaking – she had soaked right through the cotton.  He didn’t bring it to her attention, he simply made a note of it. And he also made a note of how widely she spread her legs apart for those kisses down there. And he noted to himself the little gasps she made when he ran his tongue lightly on her skin right at the edges of the elastic leg openings of the panties. And although he couldn’t tell for sure if he’d found her clit or not, he kissed all over the area where he knew it generally was.

And when he thought she was going to faint for lack of air, he told her that he didn’t want to get carried away and that they should probably think about getting her back to her apartment.

Which only meant that on the next date, they’d skipped the movie entirely – went straight out to the edge of town and parked. He’d already seen, before she’d gotten into the truck, that her legs were bare in those high heels. No stockings. Which also meant that the complicated girdle-thing was going to be gone now, too. And he was right.

The crazy armored-bra was still there, but he didn’t mind that so much because it was pretty and it held that unbelievable delight of her big tits spilling out when it came off of her, because they were packed in there so tight.

When her bra was off, and she’d slid out of her tight skirt, and was there in the front seat wearing just her high heels and a pair of very pretty lacy panties – the kind of panties he could easily get off of her if he wanted to; that’s when he pulled her onto his lap, letting her straddle him while they kissed. Keeping her panties in place. Making her wonder if he was gonna kiss her down there again. But most importantly, letting her feel his hard cock that was making a tent in his trousers. Letting her feel it right down there between her legs.

“Do you want to see it?” he finally said, knowing that it was making her nervous to be straddling it like that while they kissed. He was rubbing it up against her down there and he was so hard.

She looked at him but was too shy to make eye contact for too long.

When she didn’t answer, he said, “How about, I show you mine and then you show me yours? What do you say?”

It was clear from the look on her face – an excitement she tried to conceal – that she liked that idea a lot.

He helped her off of his lap, unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers, and then slid them down enough so that she could see the whole package. And again, he could tell just by looking at her face that she’d never seen a cock before, let alone an erect one.

“You wanna touch it?” he asked. “Or does that scare you?”

She didn’t reply right away.

He reached up and gently brushed a finger tip over one of her nipples. He could see that she was awful nervous now – that the presence of his cock was getting her in over her head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he said, still rubbing the tip of her nipple. It had gotten erect. She was starting to breathe funny. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “If you want to lean over and give it a kiss, then I’ll do the same for you. This time, we’ll take down your panties – I’ll kiss you all over down there.”

Oh. She let out the softest moan. He didn’t let up on that nipple.

“What do you think? Are you brave enough? Just a kiss.”

“Okay,” she finally said. And when she leaned over to kiss his cock, her boobs hung down and he squeezed one of them. And then stroked the nipple. And when her soft lips pressed against his cock, she let out another little moan because her nipple had gotten so stiff and so tender.

Such pretty tits, he whispered to her. So pretty. I just love squeezing ‘em.  And he squeezed it some more. And she moaned some more. Kiss it again, he encouraged her. Just all over it. Just kiss it. It’s okay. You’re doing just fine.

Her kisses were so light, so timid, that it felt incredibly exciting. He got so hard. But she wouldn’t get near where his cock turned into his balls. She steered clear of that. And he didn’t want to push her. Instead, he lifted his cock straight up and said, “Just kiss the very tip of it, okay? Just the tip.”

“But it’s wet there,” she said, sitting up again.

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be wet where I’m gonna be kissing you, right?”

She glanced at him then, like she could not believe her ears.

“Right?” he said. Over this little point, he was not gonna let her off the hook. He was gonna make her answer the question. He stroked her nipple again and looked her in the eye. “It gets wet down there, right?”

She finally answered him. “Yes.”

“It’s probably wet right now, right?”

She wouldn’t answer.

He put his finger under her chin and then lifted it and made her look at him. “Right? It’s wet right now.”

“Yes.”

“Come on, then. Just a quick kiss,” he said, wiggling his cock a little and winking at her. “That wet stuff just means it likes you. And then we’ll take a look at what you’ve got.”

It had clearly appealed to her – that trade-off. She’d leaned over again and kissed the very tip of his cock, right where the pre-cum had oozed out – and she’d even licked it off her lips, where the pre-cum had gotten them wet.

And so he’d kept his word and they took a good long look at her, down where she’d gotten so wet, and he’d let her feel his lips on her clit, then feel his tongue there, too.

He stubbed out his cigarette now and drank his Coke. His dick always got so hard just thinking about her – he didn’t even have to touch it.

But when he did touch it… Oh. He sighed out loud. The pictures in his head got so dirty then. The things he thought about making her do.

She’ll do it, too, he said quietly to himself. She does everything I tell her to do.

He unzipped his trousers now and slid his cock out, just enough to gently tug on it – just enough to fill his head with the pictures.

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Thursday night finally arrived and he waited for her out in front of her apartment building. When she came out of the front door, he saw that she was not wearing a tight skirt this time – she was wearing a gently pleated one. Loose and flowing; summery. And she wore a midriff top; it tied under her ample breasts which he could tell were not packed inside a bra – again. More and more, she was dressing like someone who was ready to get undressed as easily as possible.

He got out of the truck to go kiss her hello and to open her door for her.

When he kissed her, he lightly ran a hand down over her rear end. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t try to scoot clear of the unasked-for caress. Best yet, the material of her skirt was silky; he could feel her behind through it. It almost felt like she wasn’t wearing underpants… He let his hand linger on her behind a moment longer, kissed her again and then looked her in the eye. She smiled shyly at him and looked away.

That’s when he knew.

He pulled her up close to him to give her a big kiss, a real kiss – not just a quick peck on the lips. And he used it as an excuse to hold her with both his hands down there, holding her rear end through the loose silky fabric of her skirt. Her ass was as loose under that skirt as her tits were inside of the midriff top.

“Oh my goodness,” he said quietly, between kisses. “You’re not wearing panties tonight.” He groaned into the kiss now, and he took a firm hold of those ass cheeks in both his hands.

She pulled gently away from his kiss, and said, “Not right here.” And he realized that he was already hard.

He quickly opened the passenger door for her and watched her slide up into the front seat.

As he walked back around to the driver’s side door, he thought to himself that she might just be ready. She might be more ready for him than she even knew.

They hardly exchanged a word on the drive out to the edge of town. But the air inside the truck felt electrified. He was rock-hard inside his trousers and he didn’t even care if it showed.

When they parked in their usual spot and he turned off the motor, he said, “Do you mind if I do something a little forward?”

She studied his face warily. “I don’t know – what did you want to do?”

“You just sit there for a minute. I’m gonna come around to your side.”

He got out of the truck, went back around to the passenger side and opened the door. “Just sit there a second,” he told her, and then he opened the glove compartment and made doubly sure the Vaseline was in there.

He watched her watching him. He saw her notice the little tub of Vaseline; saw that her breathing was getting uneven. To him, she was an open book: She’d really liked what had happened to her the other night, had probably been reliving it in her head, over and over. He’d known other girls like her – girls who had wound up really liking it up the backdoor – but none of them had gotten him as excited as she did.

“I just want to remind you,” he said, “that anything that happens between us is just between us, and we won’t ever do anything that any doctor anywhere could find out about – okay?”

“I know,” she said quietly. “I trust you.”

“Good,” he said, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the mouth. “I really like you.”

“I like you, too.”

He gently squeezed one of her breasts through the midriff, then began to untie it. She didn’t stop him; she watched him do it. When it was untied, he unbuttoned the four little buttons and pulled it open. She was really breathing heavy when her breasts – loose and free and soft and so full – spilled out into the warm night air.

He helped her take the little top off completely, watching those big tits bounce and jiggle as she maneuvered herself out of it. With the passenger door open, the little overhead light was shining bright. And as she sat there in the front seat, topless in that silky skirt, her bare legs leading down to those pretty high heels, he said, “How about we do something a little more grown up tonight? What do you think? You feel like growing up a little tonight?”

She got nervous again. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.”

He helped her slide out of the front seat, turned her around and had her lean over, so that those naked breasts were pressed flat against the leather seat. He lifted her skirt and there it was – her round, white and very naked ass, no panties at all; and those long naked legs and those high heels making her legs seem even longer. In this position, she looked a lot like Shelley. Only prettier, and somehow brand new.

She got tense right away. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you won’t like – come on. You can relax.”

He leaned down and planted kisses all over her bottom. And right away, she did relax.

Then he squatted down, parted her ass cheeks and, like he’d done with Shelley, began licking her asshole. She gasped and, on reflex, tried to clench her cheeks closed but he kept them spread. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “It’s just us.” And he licked the tiny hole; patiently and methodically. Keeping those cheeks of hers spread. Winning her over.  When she parted her legs, repositioning those high heels more firmly on the ground, he knew it was going to be a big night for her. A big one. Because once she’d parted her legs like that, he could easily see that her pussy was wet. She was thoroughly enjoying it.

To win her confidence even more, he pulled open her pussy lips and found her clit and licked it, too. And he listened to her moan, watched her ass arch up good and high. He always steered clear of her little pussy hole, though; only went for the clit – never put a finger up her there, never even touched it with his tongue. But he could see plain as day that she was a virgin, all right. Really tight. The guy who ended up marrying her would have his work cut out for him on that wedding night, he knew that for certain.

But he also knew for certain that it wasn’t gonna be him – he had his own work cut out for him, the kind of work that no future-intended of hers ever needed to find out about.

He stood up and got the little tub of Vaseline from out of the glove compartment, and he saw how her ass stayed arched up high, how she tried to keep herself open, how her legs were rigid with anticipation. She really wanted that finger up her ass again. He was going to comply.

He scooped the Vaseline from the tub and smeared it on her asshole, getting a lot of it up inside the hole now, too – a lot of it. “It feels like so much,” she said.

“This way we don’t have to stop and have to keep getting more. In fact, do me a favor.”

“What?”

“Hold yourself open down here for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, hold your cheeks open – so that I can get that hole good and greased up. Come on,” he encouraged her, knowing she was getting shy again. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve already seen it. Just help me out a little.”

To his delight, she reached both of her hands behind her and pulled her cheeks open.

He was ready to burst out of his trousers. “Oh god, you look so pretty doing that,” he told her quietly, as he smeared even more Vaseline right in the opening of her asshole. “I wish I could take a picture of you right now and sell it; you know? Guys the world over would die to see how pretty you look like this.”

And he wasn’t saying it to win her over now – he meant it. She looked so dirty, holding her ass cheeks apart, showing that tight asshole, the wet pussy peeking out right underneath it. So dirty, and yet so pretty, too.

Then he wedged himself up beside her on the front seat and said quietly, “Keep holding yourself just like that, okay?”

“Okay,” she said – her voice just a wisp of breath. She was clearly getting very aroused.

Then in one synchronized motion, he grabbed a hold of her ponytail in that pretty bow, pulled her head back and slid his middle finger right up her ass. Right at the same moment – and she was clearly overcome with lust. In just that instant. That quick.

“Oh god,” she cried sweetly. “Oh my god.”

She had all the signs of a girl in heat. She kept her ass cheeks spread open, kept her ass arched up high, letting her hair be pulled way back – she wasn’t fighting him at all. Not in any way. And when he let that finger of his fuck her ass slow and deep – nothing rough, nothing quick, just in and out, in and out – the moans that came out of her, came from someplace very deep.

Oh god, she sighed out breathlessly. Oh yes. Oh god.

He kept a slow steady rhythm with his finger – in and out. They had all the time in the world.

When he did finally ease his finger out of her ass, there she was: still holding her ass cheeks open, her legs spread, her ass arched, and not for a moment asking him to let go of his grip on her hair. He said to her quietly, “You know that you’re a very dirty girl, don’t you?”

Mm hm, she agreed softly.

“Say it out loud, I want to hear you. Say: ‘I’m a very dirty girl’.”

“I’m a very dirty girl,” she said quietly.

He gave her ponytail a firm tug, “Louder – so I can really hear you.”

“I’m a very dirty girl,” she said more loudly.

“Louder,” he said, really yanking on her hair.

“I’m a very dirty girl!” she said, as two of his fingers pushed right up her asshole. “Oh, god!” she cried out.

“Go on, say it – keep saying it. I really wanna hear you.” He kept a tight grip on her hair, her head pulling way back now, as his two fingers fucked her asshole hard and deep.

“I’m a very dirty girl!” she cried loudly, still holding her ass cheeks open. “A dirty girl. A very dirty girl! Oh god. Oh god. A dirty girl. I’m a very dirty girl!” While his fingers fucked her and fucked her.

She was the best girl he ever had. She really was such a dirty girl.

He let go of her hair finally and eased his fingers out of her asshole. Then she rested her face down on the front seat and looked up at him. She was still holding her ass cheeks open – she didn’t even seem aware that she was still doing that.

Excerpt from “1954 Powder Blue Pickup”
© 2020 Marilyn Jaye Lewis