Chrissy in the park By Mr nobody It seemed an awkward position, but it was actually best for achieving a lock-down grip. Todd knew this. She had practised it on him several times and he knew her capabilities once her hands and legs set in place. She told the man to get down on the grass in front of the picnic table, down on his knees. Todd knew full well what was up now. She looked up at Todd and smiled, as if to confirm things. He didn't see her looking at him, but, when their eyes met a rush of arousal coursed through his body thinking what she was about to do to this poor soul. This grip would not work on an uncooperative person, so the man was softened up first. Even then she was compelled to threatened his life if he didn't drop to his knees. Little did this man know her true intentions. She had no concerns this man would bolt on her or fight back. Too bad. She liked a fight, some gameness in her men. But, his right wrist was broken early, perhaps too early to keep things interesting -- Chrissy showing off to Todd and, kabaaaam, just like that, she breaks the man's wrist like kindling. That was an interruption in things. The pain made the man fall to the ground and scream, so much so Chrissy stepped over him and yanked a hankerchief from her pocket and stuffed it into his mouth to muffle the sounds. She and Todd watched him lose color and become woozy, writhing as if about to vomit on the grass. His one good arm cradled the swollen, purpled wrist. No, this man wasn't going anywhere. He was incapable of defending himself against a child, let alone Chrissy. Recovering somewhat, but still sobbing like a child and holding that wrist to protect it, he dropped to his knees dutifully. His eyes filled with water, tears, and sweat. His upper lip had stopped bleeding somewhat and his cheeks puffed unnaturally from the hankerchief. This created difficulty breathing and his nostrils worked overtime and to supply enough oxygen. He faced Todd's direction, as if surrenduring to an executioner, shuffling on his knees. He asked her, pleading more than asking, his speech almost completely obscured by the hankerchief, what she was going to do to him. Chrissy cocked her head and looked down at him disrespectfully. "Awwww, why...I might play with my toy here," reaching to her other pocket and removing two black gloves. "My man-toy," slipping on the left glove. "My grown-up man-toy," now the other glove. Head cocked. Peering down at him with mock comfort in her voice. "My old man-toy." Her manner dripped with insolence, as her big hands took his head like a little ball and massaged it gently, like she could crush this skull like she could crush an over-ripened melon. The man winced in her grip. His eyes blinked wildly as palpable fear made him realize this girl was crazed. He looked at the boy plaintively even if help was not on its way. Chrissy released and assumed her position relative to the man. She stood just to his right side, facing his shoulder, shuffling her feet until her pelvis was at or nearly on his right shoulder. To her right, about ten feet away, was Todd. She nudged herself into him, her gloved left hand clutching his hair to stabilize his head and to jerk if necessary to discipline him into cooperating with her. She wore gloves for better grip on greasy hair or sweaty, slobbery, bloody skin. Todd liked them, something about the butch look it gave her, the short cut of the gloves and how her hands and wrists looked all the more brawny. Chrissy often assumed a sexy, gender-bending manner for Todd, getting dressed in gloves and boots or perhaps sunglasses. These gloves she wore today were black. With her tight bluejeans and hiking boots, Chrissy looked like a well muscled laborer. The man shook a little, uncooperatively. "Steaddddeeee," and she jerked his head with her left hand, snapping him back into place, all the while staring over at Todd to watch his reactions. Her right foot stepped immediately in front of the man, its inside abutting to his right knee. Her right leg and shin thus pressed against him and her pelvis pushed into his shoulder as if trying to topple him with a bump of her crotch. But, she didn't let him fall. Now she lifted her left leg and mounted herself on his shoulder, lifting her knee and slowly pointing her foot down behind him. She rested her left boot heel on his right calf extended out behind him. Now she had his shoulder clearly tucked into into her crotch. By pressing down with her boot she could control him with pain. Her hiking boot had a tall heel, more for an intimidating, dominating look than any functional purpose, but, pressing into the soft backside of his calf hurt him and produced a deeper, more helpless situation for him in her legs. Her gloved right hand reached down. At a steep angle her forearm crossed down his face as her hand grabbed his chin, not a clutching grab from underneath, but a frontal grab the way a girl's strong hand grabs heavy weights and does painful reverse wrist curls in the gym. Todd could not help but notice how, from this angle, an angle he had never seen before, how muscular her forearms had become. It wasn't the deep furrows travelling up her forearm, but the ropey muscles that ridged up to create the dramatic separations. She released his hair with her left hand. Using a palm-down angle, she placed her palm on the top rear of his skull, her fingers spread and angled up. Now she could steer the skull. Slowly, she began pulling the chin towards her with the right arm, turning the head, pulling up on the head at the same time. Her crotch-grab on the shoulder kept the body in place. Working the palm, she pushed out on the head, guiding the twisting action. Todd watched the huge triceps on his girl's awesome lumberjack arms, especially the crazy swell popping forth her huge deltoid from the stretched tee-shirt sleeve. Her arm, like some sort of engorged, raw, roughened column of strength, pulling the man's little head and turning it like a play-ball -- it almost overwhelmed Todd. He leaned back against a shade tree and slowly massaged his crotch with his right hand, sometimes closing his eyes and listening to Chrissy grunt and moan twisting the head. As she pulled, it naturally pulled up on the man. If unanchored, it was quite possible she might lift him off the ground by his head. She didn't want that. Her boot pressed his calf, pinning him one way. Her crotch captured the shoulder, the top insides of her thighs bearing down. Any movements he made merely rubbed her crotch and stimulated her pussy. He did move. She squeaked pleasure as he fought. Her manner taunted him. Todd could barely control himself listening to her play with the man's life. "Oooh, fight me. That's it. Fight me, old man." Chrissy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her body swelling, then gushing out a husky exhale of pleasure. "Yeah, old man, yeah. Keep tryin." She kept her eyes closed. She felt him struggle. He moved his left free leg and tried to get up on his foot. He could not budge. He extended his leg and tried pushing against her, perhaps then to jerk back and pop his shoulder from her crotch. "Try again, fucker. Try that," and Chrissy twisted the head, turning her own head to Todd, opening her eyes, giggling, biting down on her lower lip, exposing her upper ridge of teeth, bearing down on her lip as she twisted the head. The man's squeals would have been screams, if not for the hankerchief and the way her hand and wrist obliterated his mouth. The muscular grip on his face overwhelmed him. His head shook, more of a vibration than a shake, the ability to freely shake and rotate a head free totally out of the question in her grip. The eyes on the man transfixed Todd. The wild look slowly becoming unfocused, slowly becoming a stare of panic a stare without any purpose. Todd had to look away. Chrissy jerked the head, turning her gaze back forward, off into the woods, staring at something, anything, working the head and feeling it happen. She did three swells. Three huge inhales. Todd watched his girl's chest expand each time. He watched his girl's big pecs from the side look like shapely breasts she was so muscular-looking doing this. Her shoulders rolled back with each swell, magnifying the chest. Swell, roll, expand, exhale. Swell, roll, expand, exhale. Swell, roll, expand, snap the fucker's neck. Todd lost it seeing the dramatic slip of the head's position. He thought he heard it happen, in fact. The chin moved from six or seven o'clock (from Todd's view), to nine-o'clock, the man's forehead from one or two o'clock, to something past three. Todd watched Chrissy's front arm hold the chin steady as her left palm pressed to magnify the curvature on the broken neck, pressing down and releasing a little, pressing harder and releasing, pressing and pressing and pressing until the neck clearly lost integrity. Chrissy's thick lips pursed, a sexy purse. Todd listened to her moans as she exhaled with arousal while meeting the remaining resistance in the neck square on. He knew well her showy ways, her narcissistic urges, her indulgences real and those pure fantasy. Everything right now was designed for one purpose, to highlight what she could do to a man, a "grown-up," as she liked to call them while having hard sex with Todd, confessing her wild urges somethings to "do somebody older than me," clutching Todd's head while fucking him hard, "like one of our teachers," her tongue lapping the sweat from Todd's face as she fucked at him relentlessly, "may somebody like my daddy," and Todd's ability to hold back deep inside her suddenly collapsed hearing her hyper, sexed up desires. Todd felt lightheaded that way right now watching her do this innocent man, lightheaded fromt he way she enjoyed it, lightheaded as her strong physique powered the head almost sideways. Chrissy forgot Todd now. It was all her pleasure now, down there in her crotch. It was there, all hers, the hard angle of the man's neck as it bent and pressed up into her wet, engorged mound just beneath the blue denim of her tight, faded jeans. She squeaked sexily, her mouth opening and her jaw dropping, as if to taking in a large sausage and sucking on it, her lips slightly puckered, her exhale sounding like a release of good-feeling air, the best feeling kind just after an orgasm. "Awwwwgggghhhh." Moaning her words. "Oh, fuck, yessss. Mmmmmnnnnghhhh. Ooooh, fuhhhhcKKKK." Her mouth changed shape, from a circular shape to full relaxation, her lip curling realizing what she was doing to the neck. She enjoyed the sensation against her pussy, the neck still hard, but bent so. She shook her head violently to fling her hair, giggling, biting her lower lip and telegraphing that indulgent, nasty-girl smile to Todd, eyes closing, savoring it. Todd's breathing was halting, punctuating, as if his body needed to heave hugely for air but at the same time needed to remain silent and in control while doing so. As a result, he let out short bursts of air, taking in short amounts as well, his shoulders shaking, his hand pressing his pants and sliding along the hardness that poked free from his underwear down inside his pantleg. He felt the wet spot grow. It felt warm. Chrissy stared at her boy. This was no ordinary stare. It meant something. He watched his girl release the head with her right hand, allowing her muscular arm to hang down and gently swing by her side. He watched her left hand reach and clutch the far side of the man's neck, down low on the base of his neck. I watched her go up on the balls of her boot, lifing, loosening the crotch-grab on the shoulder. He watched Chrissy's powerful left arm pull the neck into the girl's crotch and use it to masturbate herself. The bent over and down wildly as she powered the distorted neck against her pussy, the head creepily flopping, bouncing, a bit from the motions she began against her crotch. The lifeless body, arms hangling limp, moved with it, a jerking motion that shook the corpse. Chrissy's front shoulder moved aside as her body turned towards Todd a little. He could see the power in her left bicep as her arm worked the wrist and hand, banging the angular neck up into her crotch. His girl began getting off doing this, her eyes closing, feeding on this, She worked into a clenched teeth facial grimace as the sting in her pussy built up, her cut, ripped physique pumping, flexing up for Todd. She needed more. Her right hand joined in. A strangulation hold with two sweaty forearms flexing, her hands jamming the nearside of his neck into her pussy, banging herself hard with the man. Only slowly did she let off, pursing her upper lip but biting down on her lower, a cocky, bragging look to her, smiling ever so slightly, and then more, turning to Todd with her eyes closed, yet smiling boastfully at him. And then, just as suddenly, she let go of the man and let him crumble to the grass, falling in a slumping way first onto his good arm, then forward in a slow motion collapse onto his bad arm folded under his chest. He came to a rest on his face in the grass. Chrissy stepped on the man's back. "Oh, holy shit," Todd whispered to himself. She giggled at Todd. Her big boots callously stepped deeply into the center of the man's spine and Todd winced watching Chrissy lift the front of her right boot and twist the heel, pivoting her heel into the man's spine, the white dress shirt twisting and pulling tight on the man's shoulders, then the other way as her heel reversed direction. She lifted the boot and placed it on the back of the man's neck. His head faced into the ground, so she centered her bootheel at the base of his skull. She looked into Todd's eyes. "Watch it. Watch it, Todd." Her voice was heavy and husky. She meant business. He watched Chrissy shoved on the man with such force the skull tilted up, shoving with such force the girl crushed the soft neck with her heel. Todd watched her hands fist up as she did this, her lats spread wider as she breathed deeply, staring all the time at her boy, hypnotizing him. "Watch. See it, Todd? Huh? See anything? See the fucker do anything?" She referred, of course, at how her bootheel sunk into the neck and crushed the man's upper spinal column, the full weight of her big built on the sharp rear edge of her tall heel. Chrissy stepped off and walked the ten feet to her boyfriend. She stepped on a stone with the ball of her boot, lifting up to reach her tall boy. Her arms capture both sides of Todd's neck. His hands reached down to clutch her butt and pull her crotch against the bulge of his erection. Her head tilted up to meet his lips, her eyes looking into his, their tongues exploring deeply into each other's mouths. The leather gloves messed up Todd's hair and massaged the back of his head to direct the angle of his mouth in relation to hers. "Let's fuck. Here. Now, Todd, now!" She was insistent. He reached up and grasped her muscular arms to pull her from his face, looking around if to see if anyone might be watching. "Not here, baby. This is much too open." It was a public place and lucky for them no one had seen this. Once before, when Chrissy did something like this, when she fucked Todd immediately after finishing up, they had privacy then. No one was around to know, to discover things immediately afterwards. That was on an farm. Isolated. Nothing like this, a city park on a summer's morning. Chrissy had stood at the door of the farmhouse and asked through the screen of the woman inside if she could use the phone, pointing behind herself to her boyfriend named Todd off in the distance looking under the hood of her Dad's car, describing to the woman how they were just up on the highway yonder and the temperature light started to go on and off on the dash. Her cell phone battery was dead. Chrissy held up the phone for the woman to see. She simply needed to call her Dad and ask him what to do. She said she'd pay and she held up some money for the woman to see through the screen. Todd watched the muscular calves of his girl as she stepped over the old-fashioned threshold of the old house and into the kitchen. He waited. The city park situation was much different, of course, than that was. Everything today in the park was spontaneous, without thought or preparation. The farm was almost by perfect design. Both knew the woman who lived there was always alone. "Turn in there, Todd." Chrissy saw the farmhouse first, and the long driveway. She was impatient. She looked at her boyfriend's eyes when they stopped in front of the house and her expression told him she could barely wait for this to happen. Todd became anxious just looking at her. He swallowed. "Call out when you're ready," and he watched as she climbed out of her dad's car and bounded her muscular body up the steep steps of the porchway on the kitchen side of the farmhouse, near the driveway where they parked. Todd then got out and raised the hood as part of the ruse. When he reached the kitchen Chrissy was already sitting at the front perch of a kitchen chair, an old type with a straight back, just like the three others at the sides of an old dinner table. Cheap oak. Painted. A plastic table top. Todd could not escape the intensity in Chrissy's look, the maniacal appetite she displayed so immediately, as if over-speeding or rushing it, unable to get satisfaction fast enough from breaking this woman. Already his girl was powering down. Todd shook his head in disbelief. Hanging, literally hanging from the muscular legs of the girl, was the woman of the farmhouse. Down on the floor, on her knees, the poor woman's head was pulled up into Chrissy's crotch by a strangulating figure-four hold across the back of the woman's neck, Chrissy's leg driving the woman's into her panties. The relationship of factors -- the height of the chair, the length of the woman's arms, the way Chrissy slapped her shapely calf across the back of the neck and began driving the skull so unmercifully -- all of this disabled the woman completely. She rose on her knees, but the discomfort, the sheer pain of the way her head was bent into the girl, this prevented full use of her arms and hands to fight back. It was either one hand or the other, the other hand forced to remain on the floor to support herself. Her back wasn't strong enough to let herself hang there by the neck and fight the girl with both hands. The woman was simply too weak. Unlike Chrissy. The placed one hand on the crossmember rung running between the two front legs of the chair, pushing up, trying to elevate her body to ease the bend in her neck. To no avail. Chrissy's left leg pressed horizontally across the woman, and simply pulled in more, bending the head up, folding the woman at the neck. The screams filled the kitchen, the house. Chrissy looked up at Todd, smiling at him in the din, her head and shoulders shaking from the violent struggle below, the woman kicking frantically for her life on the slick linoleum, her legs trying for anything to provide traction. Todd felt a warm rush watching the fruitless reactions, a kind of erotic death spasm, the body going simply crazy, the right hand slapping aimlessly at the girl's hard left thigh, then reversing hands, the right one now grabbing the rung and the left pulling on Chrissy's left foot, but the girl's awesome leg so firmly clamped in the crook of her right knee the hold was virtually unbreakable. Todd's hard-on progressed at a speed he never experienced before watching total domination envelope this weak woman who wore a very proper, very conventional housedress like an old-fashioned farm woman would wear on a warm day like this one. Chrissy's bare shoulders shone with sweat, the straps of her flimsy sun dress sliding away from each other as her pec muscles swelled and her chest expanded. Chrissy placed her palms to her side on the edges of the chairseat and pushed down on her palms to lift herself, her trap muscles crowning on her shoulders, the sinewy knots of her triceps flexing into sharp, jagged forms, the thick ridges of her forearms rising under her skin. She tilted her head back as she trebled the grip of her leg, the muscles around and about her jaw and neck increasing in size. She powered and powered into a most-muscular look as she forced the face punishingly hard into her panties, the woman sickeningly spasming, now clearly unable to breathe. Clearly dying. His girl's big calf spread thickly and massively over the neck, the head s ucked into the tent created by Chrissy's sexy little sun dress. The stunning legs on his girl ate the head now, her powerful, meaty thighs slapped against the head, the deep crease on his girl's shin separating her shapely calf into huge halves. Her right leg reached down and angled into the open area under the chair and clasped the center rung running between the two side rungs with her instep, her vascular foot clasping the rung to improve anchorage. Chrissy bore down to kill the woman. She released her foot from underneath the chair and placed her left palm on the table beside her, then her right palm on a nearby shelf of an old oak bread cabinet. As if preparing a deadlift with heavy weights, she shooshed-breathed dramatically, loudly, through her mouth, pumping up her lungs, preparing, and then lifted herself up, lifted her butt off the chair, the woman clutched with her. It was a spell-binding display of upper body strength. Everything, her muscular traps, her huge shoulders, the striated pecs popping out of her plunging neckline, the thickness of her unnatural arms, it all happened at once as the girl swung her body forwards and backwards, as if on gymnastics rings, dragging the almost lifeless female with her. It was how she tucked her legs, pulling them up in a dramatic contraction of her abdominals, her glutes sucking in to project power into her move, bending her body at the hips while lifting her legs and pulling the woman all the further, magnifying the pull on the head, magnifying further the lethal stress on the neck, magnifying further the wincing, punishing expression of sheer sadistic urge on Chrissy as she drove forward pelvis and bucked erotically into the woman's face. She gut-busted to the woman a grunting, wringing whisper. "Break, you...fucking...bitch!" The pulsating, rhythmic constrictions, like fucking the air with her pelvis, dragged and pulled, then released, dragged and pulled, then released, the woman, hauling her back and forth each time by the neck like she was a sack of flour. Todd watched Chrissy squeeze her to death. The woman's legs went suddenly rubbery and she slumped hideously, hanging from Chrissy's awesome legs, legs still jerking at her sickeningly, jerking until the woman sagged completely, her arms hanging, her back bow-swaying, her skinny right leg twitching. Todd looked at the scrawny leg move. He enjoyed the contrast to his girl's killers. Chrissy let herself down onto the chair now. She ignored Todd for the moment and continued to pump the neck with her leg, pumping it visibly so Todd could see how easily she manipulated the little bitch, her own angle of sight still straight ahead as she concentrated on pulverizing the neck with her leg, muscling the woman until the twitch in her leg stopped, a death-gasp groan coming from the area of Chrissy's pussy, like a sexy fart sound, the woman obviously asphyxiated by the muscular girl, or her neck snapped fucking clean like a twig, neither of which was clear at this moment. And then, finally, Chrissy looked at her boy and gushed. She cocked her head, as if back on earth and fully communicative again. "Fuckin' cool, huh?" She smiled sexily at him, her tongue teasingly seducing him as its tip rubbed lightly on the edge of her top row of teeth. She released her legs. First, she unhitched her right foot from under the chair, extending her leg and rotating her vascular foot, working out the kinks. Her clamping left leg now let go of the woman's head and neck. The body slumped and the woman's head dropped and hit the front rung of the chair between the two legs. Chrissy giggled at Todd, looking down at the still body. "Fuckin' watch this." She placed the ball of her foot on the back of the woman's head, the face obviously caught on the run by the bridge of the woman's nose. Chrissy rocked her ball on the head, flexing her calf for Todd, her knee pointing high from the sharp angle of her leg. Her other leg stretched out. Chrissy grabbed the underside of the chair near the two front legs and pulled down with her shapely arms while at the same time pressing with the ball of her foot. She pressed. She looked up at Todd. Chrissy's chest muscled up, as did her hot traps. She pressed the head, working her foot, pressing harder, pressing until... SNAP... "FUCKKKK!" ...she drove the head through the cracked rung of the chair. The girl did a funky dance in place, just sitting there, feeling sexy, her fisted hands rolling in a pizza-dough roll one way, stopping and reversing, in another way, her body turning leftwards, then rightwards, her sexy lips pursing thickly, her head bobbing to the silence of a strutting beat. The girl had a saucy, self-indulgent smile. She felt sexy. She looked it. She brought her hands up the back of her head, pushing up her hair, letting Todd drink in the muscles in her arms. "Let's fuck." She nodded to the table. "There." She stood up, standing on the back of the woman, dipping in a squat and grabbing her sandals, heavy leather sandals that made her muscular feet show off vascularity in the insteps. "Let me put on my sandals." She did. She stood there and resumed for ten seconds her sexy, head-bobbing funky dance, her hands rolling momentarily, her body strutting to the silent beat once again, her face bragging to the world, dancing on the back of an unknown woman, a woman having done nothing to deserve this ultimate humiliation. Todd hardened watching the shapely bend in her athletic body, the small waist, the broad shoulders, the legs as muscular as his own. Chrissy fucked Todd on the kitchen table. Then, covered in their slippery sex-sweat, the two young persons rummaged through the cabinets for untensils and dishes and settled down and fixed something to eat, making use of the woman's food, her cheeses and meats and fresh lettuce in the refrigerator, both Chrissy and Todd only discovering after their sandwiches a huge piece of peach pie sitting on the cupboard under a cover of celophane. "I worked for it and you didn't." Chrissy won out, protesting with a sexy pout how she had done all the work and deserved the dessert more than him. They sat, Chrissy at the table's head, Todd to her left. Each bite of her country pie was an act of seduction, an opportunity to slowly pull her fork out of her mouth through thick lips, smiling at Todd but offering him none. As she ate she made him suffer doubly, both from the lack of pie and the resurgent urge to be fucked by her a second time before they left. Chrissy tipped and tilted her head coquettishly, snickering at him through her nose as she pulled the fork clean each time. She kept flirting. Her right leg extended from under the table, over to the left, to his crotch. She forgot to remove her sandal. She pulled her foot back and reached down and slipped the strap from her Achilles heel, letting her footware fall to the floor, reaching back to a smiling Todd and playing with him, wiggling her toes on his erection, her eyes and the way she bit down on the fork and laughing huskily both telling Todd to unzip his pants for her. Her other foot groped far left, reaching out at a right angle to her body in full view for both of then to watch as she placed her sandaled foot on the woman's neck and began rolling it, rocking the head back and forth on the linoleum. Todd looked at the big muscles in her leg flex up while doing this. "She was so fuckin' easy, Todd, so fuckin' weak." Again, they smiled at each other, both wanting to fuck again, Chrissy moaning while biting the fork again, both of them getting so hot flirting this way it was inevitable. "No, this way. Like this." "Fucking A!" Todd gasped as he watched her get up and stand over the woman. He rocked his head, shaking it. He laughed, holding his head with his hands as Chrissy stood over the woman and lowered into a squat, balancing on the balls of her bare foot and her sandaled other foot, hands on her knees, rubbing her bare pussy against the woman's hair. "'Mere." She waved with a nod of her head. "C'mon, I wanna suck it." Todd stood and moved in front of her face, standing there, letting Chrissy suck his hard cock as she diddled herself by sliding her wet pussy under her sun dress back and forth across the woman's skull. She reached up and clasped the back of Todd's thighs, pulling him into her mouth. He was huge. His cock smelled from being fucked earlier. She loved it, pulling off and letting his pre-cum make a string to her lips, tilting back her head with her mouth open and letting him shoot. Chrissy gargled his cum. Then she swallowed it. But now they stood in a public park and it was the intelligent thing to leave and leave immediately. They had arrived at the parking lot having cruised the city park for a lonely spot. The urge overwhelmed both young man and young woman after almost one day without Chrissy fucking him. It was obvious Chrissy felt the friskier just now as Todd reached to turn off the ignition and she immediately pulled his arm free from her path as she got on her knees in her seat and walked across the console and slid herself onto his lap between him and the steering wheel. "Move the seat back." Todd did, making room for her. His hands went up and down her thighs, feeling how hard, how muscular, her they were as she spread herself wide on him and nuzzled the damp crotch of her bluejeans against his zipper, rubbing herself up and down against him, her breath hot in his ear as she slumped into him, the tug of her teeth on his lobe well beyond the gentle, his hands feeling her hard ass up to her narrow waist and moving on to explore the rippling undulations of her back muscles up to her broad shoulders. That's when Chrissy looked up from nuzzling her face in his ear and noticed through the rear window of Todd's car the man off in the distance sitting at the picnic table with a newspaper spread out in front of himself on the tabletop. "Look," but Todd was already watching as well in the reflection of his sideview mirror. "I wanna fuck him up, Todd, like before." "The bitch at the farm?" She nodded, rubbing her lips against his cheek, then pulling away and cupping his face in her hands. She stared sexily into Todd's eyes. "Fuck him up just as bad." She cocked her head, pouting seductively, then smiling at how evil she was. "Let me?" And now, no more than twenty minutes after that moment, Chrissy lifts herself up on the rock to embrace Todd. He pulls at her arms as he surveys the situation. It is obvious what she wants, and needs, having denied it for herself when she noticed the man from Todd's car. "Okay, then, let's go back to the car, now." They run to the car and climb inside. "No, don't go yet." Chrissy grabs his wrist, preventing him from starting the car. Todd looks about to see if anyone is watching. Still, there is no one. "Oh, shit, yessss!" and Todd feels his girl unzip him and take him into her hand. Now he starts the car and drives as she goes down on him, her words describing the fool in the park. "Don't stop talking. Talk. Tell me more." Her speaking vibrates him and tickles his cock. He implores her to keep talking about it. She complies with elan, a relish, an enthusiasm as she brags about breaking that man. The image of Chrissy in Todd's head, then hearing her actually describe it, both converge to make this a special moment. His foot pushes the accelerator. He drives by sensation, not connection to the brain. He drives fast. She accelerates on him.