Chapter 53: Just a Jog in the Park

I returned home from Cincinnati and was just in time for the start of football practice. Whew! Two a day practices took a toll on all of us. We had Wednesday off, but I was determined to be in top shape and went jogging in the park around two in the afternoon, wanting to do at least five miles before calling it quits and perhaps going for a swim at Haley's pool.

After about three miles I rounded a turn and saw a stunning redhead about fifty yards ahead of me. I watched her ass bounce enticingly for a few yards and accelerated, hoping to catch up and hopefully jog along with her.

But it wasn't to be. The redhead reached a seldom used parking area and left the trail and was slipping into a Volvo when I passed by. Disgruntled, I slowed up and in doing so, noticed an almost hidden pathway, certainly not for joggers, but perhaps for hikers wanting a more difficult route, and on a whim I took the path, having to slow from a jog to a walk to navigate the path. Perhaps two hundred yards in the path disappeared. Disgusted with myself, I started to turn back, but stopped and stood still after hearing something in the brush off to my right.

I stopped and listened, and heard a faint sound not unlike a whimper. I peered into the brush but didn't see anything. I took several steps in that direction and the sound grew louder. Curious, I carefully pushed aside some branches and moved as quietly as I could. Eventually the dense undergrowth thinned, and there, in a small clearing was the source of the mysterious sounds. It was couple of kids, a boy and a girl, both half naked on the grass near the edge of the clearing. The girl was wearing what was left of her school uniform. She was lying on the grass on her back, with her knees bent and her legs spread wide, her white panties bunched lewdly around one slim ankle. The boy was between the girl's open thighs, pants pulled down to his knees, and he was fucking her plump, sparsely-haired cunt with all his might.

I was reminded of my first time with Karen, and wondered how she was doing. This girl was probably a freshman, and I guessed the boy was too, or maybe a sophomore, but neither one was from my school.

She had her eyes closed, and was humping furiously to ensure that his cock got as deep as it possibly could. Her moans told me she was thoroughly enjoying the fuck, and the boy's jack-hammering pace told me he was about to cum.

I knelt down and got a better view of her cunt as his cock backed out of her. Her labia clasped him like a small, puckered mouth. I had the mother of all erections watching them.

Jesus, she must be tight! I thought, as I gripped my dick and squeezed it to relieve the building pressure. Jesus, she's hardly got any hair on that pussy and here she's out in the woods, legs in the air fucking like a pro!

I managed to take my eyes off her cunt and saw that her white blouse was half open and that one tit was poking out. I was impressed with the size of it, having thought she'd be small breasted. It was conical in shape, with a strawberry tipped bud at the end that was begging to be sucked.

I had my fly open and was reaching in to pull out my boner when the boy shuddered and came. Moments later he pulled out his rapidly deflating cock, and rolled off her; the look on the girl's face told me she hadn't cum yet, and by the way she scowled at the boy, she was definitely not pleased about the situation. She said something to him and he replied with an angry, embarrassed snarl. I couldn't understand what was being said, but it was unquestionably an argument.

Suddenly, the boy stood up and pulled up his pants. The girl hadn't moved since he had rolled off her. Her legs were still spread wide apart and I feasted on her ripe cunt. Her labia were puffy and slightly parted; with a little bit of his semen trickling from her narrow slit.

I wanted her. I was prepared to do anything to have her. And after a moment's hesitation, I pushed through the thin cover of bushes through which I had been spying on the pair, and stepped into the clearing. The boy looked up first, and seeing me heading towards him, took off in the opposite direction.

The girl didn't see or hear me approach because she had her arm across her face and she was crying. Her slender legs were still wide apart, and her little tit still poked provocatively through the front of her open blouse. As I got closer, I could see that her pretty little cunt wasn't as hairless as I'd first thought. It was covered with a light down of pale brown fuzz, almost invisible until you got close enough to see it.

He stood above her, taking in just how beautiful she was. She still hadn't noticed me. An occasional sob wracked her body, but for the most part she had stopped crying. As I stood there, she dropped her hand to her pussy, slipped her middle finger inside the swollen cunt and rubbed busily at her neglected honey pot. Staring at her slick fingers working away, I almost felt sorry for her. I realized how vulnerable she was ... how much she wanted to be filled; how badly she wanted fulfillment.

I cleared my throat to get her attention. Lost in a hazy cloud of self-gratification, she must have thought it was her boyfriend, because her finger remained deeply imbedded in her cunt as she took her hand from her face and looked up. When she saw me, she looked quickly around for her boyfriend, and not seeing him, a terrified look crossed her face. Desperately she tried to cover both her cunt and breasts.

"What the hell were you two doing?" I barked.

She attempted to get to her feet but slipped and lay sprawled on the ground, with both tits fully exposed in the half opened blouse.

She began to cry ... usually a girl's best defense. But I was in heat myself, and not having any of it.

"Answer me!" I demanded, making her cower under my gaze.

"N ... nothing!" she sobbed, looking up at me with big innocent little girl eyes.

"Don't tell me you were doing nothing! I saw you with him ... You two were fucking, weren't you?"

"P ... please, mister, I don't ... you're not gonna tell anybody, are you?"

I didn't answer her.

"I ... I mean ... My father will kill me!"

"How old are you?" I said trying to make my voice calmer, not menacing; I wanted to sooth her and keep her from bolting. I had already committed myself to letting her go if she chose to bolt. Otherwise I would be the aggressor ... the rapist, if push came to shove.

"F ... fifteen..."

I didn't believe her. "How old?" I said with a scowl.

"Um, almost fourteen ... and a half! Honest!"

My cock twitched in my jogging shorts.

"How long has that guy ... um, what's his name?"

"Joey", she answered. "His name's Joey."

"Right ... How long has this Joey been fucking you?"

She didn't answer. She hung her head, ashamed to tell such an intimate detail to a stranger.

"Look at me!" I snarled. And when her eyes met mine I repeated the question.

"This was ... only the second time."

Jesus, no wonder she looked so damn tight. I thought.

"What's your name?"

"Oona." She sobbed. "It's Dutch," she added.

"Oona what?" I growled.

"Oona Johnson"

"Johnson ... Johnson..." I murmured, pretending to recognize the name. "I think I know your father."

"You know him?" she gasped, her eyes as big as plates. "Oh, sweet Jesus, don't tell him about this, please? Please don't!"

I sat down close beside Oona, and put an arm around her shoulders. I put his other hand on her knee in a fatherly manner, careful not to alarm her. Her smooth, flesh was incredibly firm, and almost feverish to the touch; hot and damp with the sweat of her recent love-making.

"I won't tell a soul, Oona ... as long as you don't," I smiled and began to slowly part her thighs.

"Huh?" she said and sobbed.

I extracted my boner from my shorts and placed her hand on it. Oona instinctively gripped it, and gasped with a mixture of surprise and excitement. She looked at it with sparkling eyes, mesmerized by the sheer size of it. I wasn't gigantic by any means, but I was significantly larger than her boyfriend.

Suddenly she realized what she was doing. "No, mister, we ... we shouldn't!" she exclaimed. I noticed that although her voice protested, her hand never left my cock.

"Call me Bree, honey!" I replied, sliding my hand up between her creamy young thighs. "Of course we should, baby. I can tell you want it as much as I do. You want me to finish what Joey started, now, don't you?"

I felt her shiver at my words; saw her slowly nod her head.

That told me she was agreeable and I kissed her softly, parting her lips with my tongue. She went dizzy from the kiss and anticipation of what would follow.

Oona's mouth opened wide in response and my hand told me her thighs were opening up for further exploration.

While we kissed my other hand cupped a breast and she moaned into my mouth.

"Would you like me to suck each of them?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!"

I worked each breast in turn, leaving her gasping for breath. I hadn't neglected her cunt either, for while nipping at her chest, my finger stabbed at her very wet cunny repeatedly until she was humping my hand in sharp counterpoint to my jabs.

Her pussy had just a fine grade of fuzz on it. She hadn't shaved, she was that young. It crossed my mind that she might not be fourteen, but twelve or so. I dismissed the thought and tried to stimulate her further.

I let her tit drop away from my mouth. "You like that, don't you, Oona?" I said, pushing my finger further into her tight pussy. "Answer me, Oona, tell me how much you like my finger in your hot little cunt!"

Oona looked up at me, her wide brown eyes deep pools of adolescent lust. She didn't care that she didn't know me, all that mattered right now was the pleasure my finger was generating in her extremely aroused pussy.