Malibu is crowded with handsome athletic men, and just as generously adorned with beautiful, vibrant women. The California lifestyle, and the Entertainment Industry, attracts and rewards physical beauty. So, in a couple generations, a specialized breed of wealthy, highly attractive, precocious youth fill-out the social mileau. Bred together for their beauty, much like pedigree dogs...
Eighteen year-old Leeza Gibbons leaned back in the plush, satin-smooth, white leather of Jeff Dumont's Cadillac. Smiling shyly, peeking sideways at the handsome older boy. The bronze, buff surfboy exuded an intense vibrant sexuality, a magnetic masculine heat radiating from him in waves. She could sense his penis arousing, and her body was already responding, a light tingle charging her erogenous zones.
After all, they were parked at the Point; a rocky promontory, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, just above Malibu, where all their friends around Marin County came to park. It was a legendary place to go "all the way", because there were no lights at all, only the diffuse glow of Santa Barbara far down the coast.
"Do you want to?" she warbled lightly, a lilting, nightengale melody in the dusking twilight.
Leeza's liquid fawn eyes made a luminous invitation to the attractive, virile man, and he twisted easily over her. In a moment his soft lips covered hers, his tongue slipping warm and alive into her mouth. She accepted his kiss happily, and noted the first touch of his hand, gently at the top of her chest, knuckles on her sternum, before a finger traced down the slope of one breast, toggling the electric contact of one nipple.
"Mmmmm," she hummed into his kiss, her tongue mating eagerly to his, trying to say something, the tips of her fingers against his chest, pressing him back.
"Whaa?" he mumbled absently, trying to smother her with his face.
Leeza spanned her hands across the hard-muscled front of his chest. Awed at his masculine strength, while levering away with her elbows, only his neck grew longer, and she could barely escape the eager swarm of his passionate kisses.
"We should" she panted, "just get in the backseat."
Her normally porcelain features were flushed. A sanguine rose decorated each high cheekbone of her beautiful face, an ancestral mating display descended along her simian line. Jeff was motionless, calmly, deadly serious.
"I NEED to fuck you." He stared at her, emphasizing the word, as if she were an urgent appointment.
Then his face was lowering to hers, the foreign, masculine scent of his cologne wafting into her nostrils. He groped beneath her short, tartan-plaid pleated skirt, gently petting at the apex of her young thighs, where the tender panti-clad pads of labia played sentinel to her dampening pussy. With the tiniest, happy gurgle, she indicated her acquiesence, sucking at the probing length of his tongue, as if it were a long slick penis in her mouth.
Jeff was actually her best friend's boyfriend; but Cari was in Florida, with her parents. So when he had casually invited her for a drive, she'd accepted. His powerful car could devour the winding hillroads, swinging into the curves, tires gripping like magic, it was exhilerating! They had only driven out on the Point to catch their breath.
He gallantly flicked open her cardoor with a lone curled finger, and a grand swashbuckling gesture. Leeza elegantly decamped, demonstrating the poise and balance bred into her. As they ducked into the big backseat, it didn't really matter that Jeff was Cari's guy, or that she had her own boyfriend. What mattered now was the bio-chemical imperitive, impelling her to copulate; for the good of the species.
"Don't tell Scott" she whispered into his face, when they came together.
His answer was lingual, driving his tongue into her naked mouth, lashing her bicuspids, drinking her spit as if it were champagne. Her legs widened easily as she settled back, letting his finger sneak beneath the gusset of her panties, to the lightly-haired flanges of her vagina. He used his fingertip to graze up and down the girl's oiling camel-toed slit, while her tongue slithered eagerly up into his mouth.
Leeza reached out blindly to the placket at the front of his shorts, and with an experienced delicate pinch found the tiny tab of his zipper. A percussive metallic ticking sounded quietly between them, and the constricting pressure that had bound his genitals eased. He felt her hand sliding through the opening, then smooth and cool along his naked penis, her long fingers curling gently, squeezing the tumescent organ tenderly, as they kissed.
He had a big, man-sized cock. She hefted it appreciatively and it began to grow quickly in her hand. A little moan erupted in her gullet as she began lubricating freely, salivating into his kiss, her vagina anticipating sexual intercourse. He drank deeply from her mouth, and she began an easy shagging of the thickly swelling organ in her hand.
Her other hand grasped his wrist, guiding his extended finger steadily into her vagina. She gripped at the bony digit with the slick contracting walls of her creaming cunni.
"Uhnnnn...," her primal whine took flight into the night, like a soaring gull wheeling in an updraft above the craggy seacliffs.
She gushed a warm moist breath into his face, as her genitals, with an easy eager grace, welcomed the long ectomorphic probe. The hard knuckles of Jeff's hand crowded after his finger, into the sticky warm crease of her pussy, and she absorbed the additional contact greedily. Rocking her pelvis rythmically with an instinctive motion, onto the ball of his fist. The thick pad of his thumb made a crushing, maddening weight slidng across her clitoris.
"Yeahhh... " she whinnyed, tossing her flaxen mane side to side, widening her thighs, offering the super-sensitive nib of her clit to the impertinent, mindblowing massage of his thumb.
