MacIntyre had picked up Mindy in his green Pinto hatchback earlier, and they had gone straight to the local lover's lane to park.
The spot was called — appropriately enough — Sex Hill.
The hill was so high that one could see the lights from Rochester on the horizon to the north.
MacIntyre was tall, blonde and had deep blue eyes that made Mindy's insides feel as if they were turning to ginger-ale.
"It's warm night," MacIntyre said.
"Do you have a blanket?"
"Uh huh."
"Good, let's fuck outside under the stars."
MacIntyre loved the idea and got out of the car.
The AM radio was blasting out rock and roll music.
MacIntyre and Melinda had been out a number of times before so he wasn't worried about whether or not he would score.
Melinda wanted all the guys to know that she was "easy."
She had heard that boys didn't like to go out with girls who got around, but her experience had shown the exact opposite to be true.
Ever since she had started being an active sexual animal she had found that her popularity had increased a lot.
She knew that MacIntyre Symms — for example — never went out with a girl unless he was sure of getting his rocks off.
Melinda was smart enough to know that teenage boys were a horny lot and they quickly wearied of prick teases who gave them blue balls and made them walk home with a limp.
MacIntyre went to the back of his car and pulled out a blanket so he could spread it out in the grass next to the car on the plateau atop Sex Hill.
Melinda thought that the spring when it was starting to get warm was the best time to fuck beneath the stars.
She knew that once the summer came and the nights got hot, the bugs would make it uncomfortable to be outside.
"Why don't you take off your clothes," MacIntyre said. "I'm dying to see those fabulous tits of yours."
Melinda could feel a blush of pride make her face turn hot as the blonde jock complimented her large firm breasts.
"I'll get naked if you will," Melinda said, tilting her head a little to one side, almond-shaped dark brown eyes twinkling with her naughty urges.
She cocked her hips to one side, feeling her nipples pressing against the front of her blouse.
She never wore a bra, her tits lifting a separating more than adequately on their own, so one could always tell when her silver-dollar sized nipples were growing into erections from her hominess.
Like her mother's, Melinda's nipples pointed slightly upward, and grew to twice their normal size when she was feeling sexually excited.
"It's a deal," MacIntyre said.
She untucked her blouse and began to unbutton from the top.
MacIntyre licked his lips with the tip of his tongue to moisten them as he waited to see those fantastic tits in the blue moonlight.
Melinda could feel an ache growing in her pussy and she had a great desire to touch herself between the legs.
She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it open so the handsome blonde teenage boy could see them.
They both thought that it was a perfect night for fucking.
Sex Hill was a very beautiful place — perfect for passion.
On this night there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
The moon was full and shone bright upon the young lovers.
MacIntyre could already feel his balls swelling and aching as if filled with impatient insects.
His scrotal sack felt filled to the brim with come.
"I feel like I've got a hair-trigger tonight," MacIntyre said.
He pulled his Tee-shirt up over his head and threw it onto the hood of the green Pinto hatchback.
"Why don't I give you a blow job first so you will be able to keep it up longer when you fuck me," Melinda suggested.
MacIntyre thought that he was going to cream right in his jeans when he heard the little black haired girl say those words.
He wondered why all of the girls in the world couldn't understand boys as well as Melinda. Girls like her were sadly few and far between. She loved to give pleasure as much as she loved to receive it.
Melinda didn't believe in playing cat and mouse games with her body like most of the teenage girls in Rushdale, and that was just fine with MacIntyre.
He knew that her attitude toward sex was a sign of maturity.
He was glad that he was with her that night. He couldn't think of any other girl he would have rather fucked.
"Sounds great!" MacIntyre exclaimed enthusiastically.
"I thought you would like that idea," Melinda said, reaching down to unbutton the top of her jeans as she kicked off her shoes.
Melinda's fingernails were long like her mother's, but she never wore polish on them — a matter of taste.
MacIntyre reached down to pull off his sneakers.
His cock was fully engorged inside the crotch of his pants.
He shivered as he thought of the girl putting her hot mouth on his prick.
Melinda did not feel like a martyr or anything like that when she sucked a guy's cock until he came.
She liked to suck dick. She liked the way a prick felt on her mouth, and had even learned to take a prick in her throat.
She always swallowed a guy's come rather than spit it out, not only because she knew it felt better for the guy but because she simply loved the flavor of a guy's fuck cream as it pumped down her gullet toward her belly.
Melinda could feel her pussy swelling and getting wet.
She knew that her pussy would be more than ready for his prick when it came time for her to violate her fuck hole. She could feel her clitoris swelling and pushing out from under its pink fleshy sheath, quivering at the tip of her slit.
She pulled off her pants and stood on the blanket, clutching at the cloth with her wiggling toes.
The boy pulled off his own pants and his cock came springing out from his loins, sticking way out in front of him at attention.
"Your cock looks delicious," Melinda said sweetly.
She puckered her lips and drew in cool air — producing a low whistling noise of feminine appreciation.
"Taste it," MacIntyre said, moving to the blanket.
He was a foot taller than her making her look even tinier.
Melinda dropped to her knees in front of him so that her face was at crotch. level.
The entire length of his healthy young cock was bobbing up and down and he put his hands on his hips.
He moved his feet a little. more than shoulder width apart on the blanket and bent at the knees so he was standing with his hips out in front of the rest of his body, throwing back his shoulders, tilting his chin upward and arching his back sharply. The little girl placed her fingertips on the base of his scrotal sack and lifted his heavy balls.
He moaned and shuddered at the intimate contact as the little girl began to kiss lightly at the insides of his muscular thighs.
Melinda's hands were tiny so that she could not clutch his entire scrotum at the same time no matter how far apart she spread her fingers.
She started down by his knees and kissed her way upward, getting ever closer to his swollen testicles.
She parted her full sensuous lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude so she could lick the wrinkled sack.
MacIntyre's pubic hair was just as light as the hair on his head, which made the darkness of his engorged prick more apparent.
She placed the tip of her tongue on the wrinkled sack and began to flick it back and forth rapidly.
She made her tiny licks as gentle as she could, knowing that his hypersensitivity was greatly amplifying the sensations she caused.
The muscles in his thick thighs tensed and he bent a little more at the knees as she lapped happily at his balls.