Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnaped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In VIRGIN IN CHAINS, Kristine Jenner finds herself the victim in a strange abduction. The proverbial teenage tease, Kristine confidently invites a strange man into her home while her parents are away on vacation, thinking to tease him, then turn him out. To her horror, the stranger turns the tables on her, tying her up, forcibly taking her virginity, subjecting her to all sorts of sexual indignities. Yet, in Kristine's case, the experience turns out to be a positive one, for it forces her to see the error. of her ways and to become more mature.
VIRGIN IN CHAINS-the story of a young girl who learns a lesson as a result of adversity.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
My folks didn't really go for me hanging around with Kristine so much. But I'd made vice president of my junior class and the girl's track team and had a part in my Junior-Senior Play. So they couldn't say much. With it getting close to the end of the school year my grades were right up there with the best of them. Since my dad taught at the local junior college, that pleased him. So when Kristine wanted me to do something with her, I ignored the looks my folks gave me. Couldn't a sixteen-year old girl make up her own mind when it came to who her friends were?
Kristine was so much more fun than. the crowd Mom and Dad urged me to run around with. There's nothing more boring than going out with the president of the student council and listen to him talk about getting a new jukebox for the school lounge or such stuff like that. Not that Kristine was wilder than me other kids in my class. She was just different.
I guess it was the way she thought about things. Kristine always told me everything that was on her mind. And wow, what things she had on her mind! Kristine was still a virgin and yet I could tell she knew more about sex than I did, even though Ronald Lindstrom had fucked me in the back seat of his car in the back row of a drive-in movie the first week of May. I hadn't really enjoyed it much. I sure hadn't panted and almost died like I thought happened when a girl was screwed. But at least I thought I'd have one up on Kristine.
Not lately. Virgin though she was, Kristine was having an affair with Mr. Julian Spencer. She called him Jules. Julian owned the only neat clothing store in Martinsville, a boutique called The Pink Cadillac. And what made it even scarier was that Julian was married. To a fantastic-looking lady named Beth with hair like brown silk and a face and figure to match. Kristine had been naked on Beth's bed. In the middle of the afternoon. On a school day! It just blew my mind completely. My broken cherry sure wasn't much to compare with that.
"Valerie, listen to this!"
Kristine closed her long legs and wiggled her butt back and forth on the bed. It was Friday night and I was spending it at Kristine's place. She had picked up my parents' vibes enough so that she didn't feel comfortable spending the night with me. Though my older brother Johnny sure would have dug that. He'd had the hots for Kristine since she was in junior high. Kristine made a big show of panting hard and flipped back three pages in the book she was reading. I'd been sitting crosslegged on a chair, painting my toenails with some of her dark-red polish. Both of us were stark naked. That was the way Kristine always thought of it. A girl wasn't just naked. She was stark naked.
"Where'd you get that book anyhow?" I put the tiny brush back into the bottle and screwed it tight. "I told you it was a secret." Then she tossed her mane of snow-blonde hair and wrinkled her nose at me. "Jules gave it to me, if you really have to know. But, Val . . . listen to this!" Kristine licked her lips to begin. I listened.
". . . you've been saving it too long, Shelly,' Jason breathed. My cunt seemed to clasp and suck at the huge prick that had invaded it, and the insides of my thighs were slick with my own juice and blood. Now his cock-tip drove against the end of my cunt. I squealed and tossed under his strong body. 'That's where I want to put my jizz,' Jason growled. 'As deep as it'll go . . .'"
Kristine shut the paperback and tossed it aside. She drew her knees up until I saw the blonde down on her cunt glistening with dampness. I knew she was putting on a show for me. But it wasn't all show. Kristine was a very sensual girl.
"Julian gave you that book?"
"He's trying to seduce me."
Kristine sighed and her right hand smoothed across her belly. I wasn't surprised when her fingers gingerly petted the sparse curls of her beaver apart and eased into the glossy pink folds of her slit. Kristine and I were pretty frank about sex. I'd watched her finger-fuck herself to orgasm at least three times and she'd watched me once. I was shyer than Kristine by nature.
"Jules thinks that if I read enough of this stuff, I'll get me idea that fucking him would be nice . . ."
She sighed again and the toes on her left foot fanned apart. I couldn't help but watch the steady back and forth slide of Kristine's finger as it gouged in the warm depths of her cunt. Shivers ran through me. I took a long breath and tried to hold it. But then I was watching Kristine wiggling around on her bed, watching the shining cunt-juice collect on her finger. I let the breath out. My own cunt was glowing like I'd lit a match to it. I blew on my toenails and touched one to see if it was still tacky.
"It's awful . . . the things Jules does to me," Kristine breathed.
Her voice sounded so innocent. That was one of the fascinating things about Kristine. She was innocent. Not naive maybe. But innocent. I wanted to counter with some sexy story about how Ronald had fucked me in the back seat of his car. But just watching Kristine play with her cunt was more exciting than the screw had been. She moaned and threw her legs out straight on the mattress. Her calves were all bunched up and the tendons in her ankles stuck out like ropes.
"I told you what he did that afternoon at his place . . . didn't I?"
Kristine pulled her fingers from her cunt. The sound they made coming loose from the hot folds of her snatch made me breathe funny again. I stood up and went to look at myself in the big mirror on her dresser. But Kristine's reflection was there, too. She was smelling her fingers like they were covered with the world's most expensive perfume instead of cunt juice. I swallowed hard.
"You told me he made you come twice." I shrugged and pulled some of my brown hair over the fronts of my shoulders. "That's all."
"But that wasn't all, Valerie! It was the way he did it.. . Ohhhhhh!" She curved her back down into the bed, tilting her crotch up. Then her fingers were sliding into the hot mess of her oozing cunt again. "He did it with his mouth, Val. With his tongue!"
I was too weak-kneed to stand up any longer. I knew what Kristine wanted. She wanted to tell me all about how Jules had eaten her cunt. She wanted to get me horny. It was in the air. . . as strong as the musky aroma of her seeping cunt.
Kristine stretched up to turn off the overhead light. Now there was only the glow from the lamp between the twin beds. I went over and flopped down on mine. It was easy to push the guilt I felt off into a corner of my mind. Girls didn't go around playing with their cunts. Somebody had stuck that little rule inside my head; Mama had. Even letting Ronald Lindstrom screw me didn't seem quite so naughty as finger-fucking. But around Knstine it was easy to be a little wicked. Because she was so innocent about it all. The soft, wet click of Kristine's fingers diddling at her gash came to me. I let my own hand search over the swell of one tit and down my flat belly. Then I curled my fingers under my cunt-mound and pressed in gently. The plump cunt heat seeped slickness.
". . . so Jules had me there in broad daylight. I mean I didn't have a stitch on, Val! Stark naked in his wife's bedroom! I was just about to come anyway . . . then he started licking the bottoms of my feet. Between my toes and all that kind of stuff! I was sure glad I hadn't worn my stinky old tennies on the way over to his place . . ."
"What about his wife?" I dared to let a finger slip between my outer cunt-lips. The touch against my clit made my whole body jerk.
"His wife was visiting a friend. That's what Jules said.
Kristine's breathing changed. It was husky and gasping.
"Well, he finally licked his way up my legs. I mean I was all wet, Valerie! with his spit! Ohhhhhh. . . did that feel nice! And then he was soooo close to my . . . you know . . . cunt! I don't know what made me do it, but I just grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it against my pussy.',
She grunted and I heard the slurp of her fingers working faster in her dripping gash.
"I couldn't help it, Val. And Jules seemed to like it. He started licking my pussy like crazy! I could feel his teeth and lips and especially his tongue. My clit got so fat I thought it was gonna bust!
My own clit felt plump, too. As I caressed it with my thumb, it grew thicker and firmer. It was standing up from the soft pussy-petals surrounding it. I bobbed my hips on the bed. I guess I was breathing kinda loud, too, because Kristine looked over at me.
"You getting hot?"
"Damn it, yes!" She didn't see me blush. "What did he do then?"
"He would lick my pussy real fast for a while and then do it so slow I couldn't hardly breathe . . ."
Kristine's voice sounded like she was trying to talk and hang from the edge of a cliff at the same time. I looked over. Her knees were back against her small titties. Her cunt was all swollen from the inside out. It looked like a dark, raw flower and the dim light from the lamp made the juicy pink membranes glisten. Kristine's hand shook as she moved it up and down the steamy slit of her cunt.
"Sometimes I just went wild and rubbed my cunt against him as hard as I could but he'd pull back enough to make me just hang there. Ohhh, Valerie! It was like torture and like the best feelin' thing in the world." She sucked in a breath. "Both at the same time."
"But you said you came . . ."
"The first time I just about fainted."
Kristine pointed one foot high in the air. Her body jerked on the bed. I could hardly understand her words now, but I didn't want her to stop. My own cunt was dripping juice for me to smooth over the delicate surface of my clit. A hot, insistent tickle was growing there. I didn't want it to grow too fast. But I didn't want to lose it, either.
"The second time I bit my lip so hard it bled and then Julian was climbing all over me and begging me to let him fuck me." Kristine gurgled deep in her throat. "I . . . really . . . wanted . . to. . . Valerie. Huuhhnnnn . . . Ohhhh, God, here I gooooo!"
Kristine rolled suddenly onto her belly. With both hands jammed down on her cunt, her ass plunged up and down. The arch of her back was sharp when she humped back, and the blurry excitement of her movements and the gasping noise she was making pushed me closer, too. I tried to imagine Julian Spencer's mouth against Kristine's blonde pussy. It wasn't hard. Julian was darkly good-looking, with the kind of haircut you could only get in a big city. He was slim and graceful, not muscled. He wore his clothes just right, whether he had on denims or tweed. I tried to pretend he was kissing my cunt. The mere idea sent a burst of pure pleasure up my backbone, and I began to writhe like Kristine was doing.
I closed my eyes tighter and let my fantasy expand. Julian was shoving his tongue deep into my cunt! It felt like a smooth, hot cock. Not the hurting, rubber-sheathed kind like Ronald Lindstrom had fucked me with. Ohhhh, Julian's tongue was doing terrible, terrible things to me! Like he'd done to Kristine. I squirmed as he began to lick his way up my belly. Then his mouth surrounded one of my tits. I had bigger boobs than Kristine, and he whispered how pretty they were. Julian was whispering something else, too. He was begging to fuck me!
I just whispered the words, not wanting Kristine to hear. In my dreamy heat I plunged three fingers into my cunt-hole and pretended Julian was fucking me. In and out I slid my fingers, humping my butt up to the stab of them . . . my thumb rubbing my clit to a fever. Ohhhh, he was fucking me! I could almost feel his slender body between my thighs. I could almost feel his mouth hungry for mine!
I pointed my toes like Kristine had done. It was something I hadn't known about, but the instant my calves went hard, new and more exciting jolts jabbed through my body. I shuddered as the itchy goodness climbed over my skin. My cunt flooded over my knuckles until the sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my hole swept everything else out of my senses. That sound! It was sexy. The sound of something spearing my slippery, wet cunt and then sucking out again. My snatch hadn't been so wet when Ronald had fucked me that night at the drive-in. I hadn't been so excited.
I wanted to roll over! I hardly had the strength to do it, but somehow I managed to turn on my side and then press my tits down hard on the mattress. Ohhhh, how good that felt! Frantically I grabbed the pillow and pulled it under me. With my eyes closed, I humped my hips against the soft lump, pretending again that it was some man's body. Julian again! I was coming now. My skin flushed and tingled. My breath was almost a bark as my convulsing, squirming body forced air from my lungs in short bursts.
"NNNNNhhuuuuu!"
I opened my legs as far as they'd go and ground my hips hard. The itchy pleasure turned to a maddening storm of turbulent sensations. For an instant I seemed to slide along that frenzied edge, too excited to take a breath, too pent up to do anything but dig at my open, dripping pussy with both hands. Then the limb on which I seemed to be clinging, snapped. I plummeted into the thankful radiance of release! My senses overflowed with the thrill of it. I cried out, not caring who heard.
When I opened my eyes, Kristine hovered close, a big smile on her face. Then she tossed her blonde hair and danced across the room giggling. It took me a few minutes before I could push me pillow behind my head and roll over.
"So you've been thinking about Julian?" she teased. I bit my lip. As close as we were, I never seemed to know which direction Kristine was going to push the conversation. She dabbed with a towel at her cunt. I shrugged, blushed as always. Kristine dropped the towel and stood before the mirror. I watched her admire herself. She was like some princess adoring herself. She pinched each of her small, pink nipples and pouted at the smallness of her tits. Kristine's hips were slim, her waist tiny. That was part of her innocence. That willowy, almost childlike body. But she wasn't any child.
"I don't care, Valerie. I mean really I'm kind of bored with Julian." She hugged herself. "He wants to fuck me awful bad. Do you think I should let him?"
I'd gotten my breath back. "I don't know. .."
"Would you?"
"God, Kristine, he's married and all. I . . ."
"Oh, come on. You're not a virgin." She came over to sit on the edge of my bed. Her face was flushed with excitement. She licked her lips in a sexy way and leaned close to whisper. "Wouldn't it feel good to let him slide his cock inside your cunt?"
I shook my head. "Well, if it feels so good, why haven't you?"
Kristine pretended to be examining her navel. She plucked at an imaginary hair and pouted all the more.
"I don't know. Something makes me. .. kinda hold back." She sighed. "Do you think I'm hysterical.
"What?"
"An hysterical virgin. Haven't you heard about . . ."
"Kristine, I never know how to take what you say. I get the feeling you're pulling my leg."
I got up and went to stand before the mirror myself. I was still a little shaky. I studied my own, fleshier body. When I wasn't standing beside Kristine, I didn't look too bad. I had those nice big tits, the nipples dark and thick. And my cunt hair was a pretty triangle of lustrous, brown curls. Would Julian Spencer think I was pretty if he happened to see me without any clothes? How did I know what a male might like? I felt so cut off from that world. From the things that ran through a man's head when he was with a girl. Kristine knew more than I did. The virgin thing didn't matter so much really. She knew what to do with her hands. I'd seen her touch a boy in the hall at school once in a way that just about made him drop his books.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Kristine said, brushing her hair now. "My folks are going to San Francisco for a month." She gave me a look. "A whole month, Valerie."
"I bet you'll have a good time," I said.
"Valerie! I don't want to go anywhere. Don't you see?" She put the brush down and cupped her boobs up. "Damn. I wish they'd start growing a little faster." Her eyes brushed over my tits. "Like yours."
I was still feeling a little funny about the way Kristine had overheard the gasping Julian's name. She'd watched me come and squirm and go half-crazy and it didn't even make her blush. Kristine looked at sex like a child poking a stick at an ant hill. And with all her talk about being tired of Julian, I knew she wasn't through with him. Not yet.
She got something out of a drawer and poured liquid in a glass. Then I saw the small, half-pint bottle. She swirled the amber liquor and sniffed it like it was medicine.
"I asked Julian to buy me some. I was curious." She sipped and made a face. "Want to try?"
"No. Thanks anyhow." I picked up me book Kristine had read from, read a sentence or two and felt kind of strange all over. I put it back down on the night table. Kristine was tasting the liquor, trying to decide if she liked it or not.
"Julian wants me to suck his cock," she said matter-of-factly. I held my breath. "I can tell he's starting to get the urge. Lots of hints. He likes me to fool around with it." She perched on the edge of her bed, glass balanced in her fingers. "Reminds me of how I used to drive Eddy Donner half-crazy after a football game. He'd be all tired and worn out and I could just about make him cry . . ."
The idea of sucking a man's cock was so far out to me that I could only sit there with my ears burning. I tried to imagine Kristine's curvy lips opening to take. .. it was too intense. .. the image in my mind. How it would sound, how it would feel to her.
"Julian's got a pretty big cock, too." She licked her upper lip in an intentionally erotic way. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have it between my teeth like that. So helpless, really." She shivered and threw her head back. "You could just kind of bite his cock and let him know . . ."
"Kristine, you're crazy as hell." I laughed and got up to break the mood. Kristine always could get to me with her talk. She wasn't afraid to think anything. . . say anything!
"Maybe I should invite Julian over when my folks leave."
"When are they leaving?"
"Day after tomorrow."
I went to the bathroom and sat on the commode. It burned a little to pee and when I looked down between my thighs, I could see me inflamed tissues still swollen out from between my furred, outer cunt-lips. For a second I began to feel sorry for myself I didn't have a boy friend. I didn't really know what fucking and sucking were all about. And I couldn't get over being embarrassed every time the word sex was mentioned. It seemed like all I could do was play with my pussy and imagine a married man, Kristine's eager lover. And then I wasn't feeling sorry for myself at all. I was thinking of the idea Kristine had planted in my head. That she didn't mind that I thought about Julian in a sexual way. The logical conclusion seemed to be that maybe Julian might think of me in a sexual way.
I patted my cunt with a tissue and flushed the commode. How ridiculous. Julian wouldn't look twice at me, even if I did have the nerve to give him the come-on. I didn't have any of Kristine's flare. And though I was reasonably nice-looking, my features were pretty ordinary compared to my exotic blonde friend.
My fantasy dissolved completely. When I came out of the bathroom, I had descended from my imaginary world. I was just a plain-pretty sixteen-year-old girl again who'd had one shabby experience getting fucked in the back seat of a guy's car and was scared stiff I might have another one. Kristine lay on her stomach on her bed, the glass of whiskey held lightly in her fingers, the erotic book propped open under the light.
"I think I'd like to taste some cum by myself before I let a guy shoot in my mouth," she said flipping a page. "Wouldn't you, Val?"
"No!"
I took the pint bottle from Kristine's dresser, opened it to take a sniff and screwed the cap back on quickly. But my head was swirling with another of Kristine's images. Of her stretching her long neck forward, holding her hair out of the way as she sipped from a tablespoon. And in the tablespoon was the whitish stuff I'd seen bagging out the tip of Ronald Lindstrom's rubber when he'd slipped it from his cock and knotted it. Kristine was getting crazier all the time.
Chapter Two
Kristine was so excited she didn't know what to do first. School was out for the summer, her parents had just kissed her good-bye and flown off to San Francisco and a bouquet of red roses had arrived before she'd even gotten out of bed. She'd taken them from the deliveryman in her robe. The name on the card was no surprise. Julian Spencer knew her parents were gone, too.
She put the flowers in a vase, added enough water to keep them going and put them on the dining table. The feeling that Julian was still pushing at her was exciting! Even if she was a little tired of his talk. A little tired of his style. Kristine liked to sense that a man wanted her. She liked the way it made her resist. It was a little twist in herself, she knew. .. a little perversity. In junior high she'd learned quickly that a girl could drive a man up the wall and still not give him satisfaction. She'd been called a prick-tease. But boys didn't stop asking her out. She'd gone with one guy for a few months steady, long enough for him to talk her into things she really didn't want to do. Like jack him off.
The hot, thick feel of a man's cock in her hand was lovely. But she liked to keep it that way. She liked to get him so excited he couldn't talk and then kiss him good night. When a guy actually got his rocks off, it took the charge out of everything. The tension drained away, the electricity died. Usually the guy wasn't interested in making any more passes then. He grew drowsy and comfortable. And it was always at that point when Kristine realized that she'd come up with the short end of the stick.
Kristine was always more excited to work things the other way around. She liked to come. She liked to come while the boy . . . or man, as the case was with Julian . . . still had a steely-hard cock and a big hunger. Sometimes she could come twice, just sensing his frustration, his helplessness to get her to bring him off. That was the best part. Knowing when she kissed him good night that he was dying to fuck her and would be dying to fuck her all night and still dying to fuck her when he woke up the next morning.
She looked at the flowers, her head tilted to one side. Julian was dying to fuck her. He wanted to screw her so bad he could taste it. Kristine giggled and tossed her robe on the back of a chair. Then she pranced through the house naked, falling in a chair, bounding over the back of another. She straddled the back of the sofa and writhed her cunt against it, panting hard in a pretense of sudden passion. She felt naughty. She felt like giving a man a hard-on. And since Julian was her current hard-on, why not him? The flowers had revived a little of her interest anyway. She danced up the stairs and into her room. It didn't take her long to dress. She had dozens of ploys to get to a man's libido. This morning it would be her lost-waif costume.
The mirror told her nice things. Kristine had carefully braided her hair and tied small, red
ribbons at the ends. A hint of blue eyeshadow on her lids. She blinked her grey eyes, decided not to darken her lashes. The eyeshadow did it just right. Made her look a little bruised . . . sullen. She wrinkled her nose, happy with the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks. Then she pulled on a T-shirt that had faded to a blue pastel from so many washings. It had shrunk, too, and when she stood straight, her belly button showed. It was a nice belly button. Kristine thought of doing something to call attention to it but decided that would mess up the waif effect she was trying for. She wiggled into a pair of cut-off jeans instead, forgetting the panties. She liked to go without panties. It seemed so daring. It made teasing a man that much more exciting. He could get that much closer to paradise and still not have it! Kristine giggled and buttoned the jeans closed, hiding the dainty fluff of her blonde cunt hair. Then she went downstairs and out, jumping into her MG barefoot. She rapped the engine, enjoying the sound of the mufflers. But the neighbor's dog started barking so she pulled out and drove downtown.
"Kristine! What a nice surprise." Julian Spencer moved coolly around from behind the counter. Kristine knew he was putting on a little act for Miss Jones, one of his salesgirls. Good old Julian. Always so good at keeping up a front. She could see the swelling in his pants. Even that was discreet. It was the way Julian dressed while at the shop. Sexy enough to fit the image of a hip, young boutique owner. Cool enough so he could enjoy a hard-on when she came in.
"Have you seen the new tops that came in?" he said, ushering her smoothly to a rack towards the back. Miss Jones looked out at the street in a bored way. Kristine noticed carefully that Julian had no other customers. When they got behind the clothing rack, she whimpered and put her mouth up to be kissed. Julian's dark eyes darted to the side. He seemed nervous. He reminded her of some Italian in a B movie who was cheating on his wife. She slipped her hands under his suitcoat. His body was warm against her palms.
"I don't want to see the new tops," she simpered.
"I really wish you wouldn't come here," Julian breathed. She could hear his heart pounding. His hands touched her under her T-shirt. She arched her belly against him and moved it around. Julian looked to the front of the store again and then took her against him hard. She let him put his tongue between her teeth but only sucked it enough to make him grunt hungrily. His hands smoothed her naked back, trembled hotly against the plump swells of her ass. He pinched the denim and panted hard against the side of her head.
"You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"
"Mmmmmmm..." she cooed, pulling his fingers around to the front. Julian was shaking again as he unbuttoned the front of her shorts. She let her own hand tease the hot, hard lump of his cock.
His finger slid under the warm fur of her cunt-mound and then she choked on a breath as she felt her slick gash stroked open. Julian petted the squishy lump of her clit until the familiar tickle spread down her long legs and glowed between her toes. She rubbed her bare feet against the nap of the rug.
"Ohhhh. .. that feels nice. . ." She found his fly. The zipper was halfway down when Julian took her wrist.
"Not here . . ."
"I wanted to thank you for the flowers," she teased. It was so easy to be cool with a guy. It came natural to her. It was like breathing. She strained against his grasp and Julian let her open the front of his pants.
"Damn it. I feel like a fool whenever you're around." He kissed her again. She wouldn't suck his tongue at all this time. Her fingers searched lightly inside his shorts. His cock was very hot and damp. She straightened it and began to work the skin up tight against the flared knob and then back again. Julian's mouth went slack. He looked again to the front of the store. Miss Jones was straightening up some clothing on a rack near the door.
"You'd better stop . . ."
"Ohhhh, your cock's so hard!" Kristine stroked the lovely hard prick up and down. Julian opened his mouth against her neck and held her against him. She let her fingers stray back along his shaft until the wrinkled softness of his balls filled her palm. She massaged the hot eggs gently and smiled at the change in Julian's expression. His right knee began to tremble.
That's what she loved! She was sixteen. A weak, girl not yet mature in body or mind. And she could make a grown man weak with hunger. She felt the sharp glow of pleasure as Julian tried to excite her with his finger. She didn't really need that, though . . . not right now. Conquering him in his own shop was pleasure enough. She jacked his cock faster.
Julian's pants fell farther open in front, barely hanging on his hips. She could see the dark hair on his thighs and the dark, angry look of his cock-tip whenever she brought her circled fingers up hard against the flared edge of it. Julian was trying to excite her clit, but she had brought him along much faster. She licked her lips and watched the head of his cock growing.
Men were built so strangely! It excited her to feel the potent energy building in his body. She wouldn't admit the tinge of fear she always felt when a man's cock was so long and stiff and ready. There was nothing to be fearful about, really. Julian was a gentlemen.
"Am I hurting you?" she whispered, slowing the movement of her fingers on his prick.
"Damn it. . . no!"
"I'd better stop..." Kristine had sensed a subtle change deep inside Julian's body. Like a pounding she couldn't hear. An explosion on the verge of detonation.
Julian thrust his hips forward, fucking at her lightened grasp.
"You've gone this far," he breathed, "why don't you go ahead and finish it?"
"Finish what?"
Kristine gave his cock a few more strong pumps and slipped her fingers from his shorts. Then she put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him very lightly on his lips. Julian groaned and pulled her body hard against him. She felt him pumping his naked, hot cock up against her belly. When he tried to put his tongue in her mouth again, she turned her face away. A soft chime sounded as a customer entered the store.
"Sonofa . . ."
".
. . bitch," Kristine finished it for him. "When are you going to come see me?"
"I'd be crazy to go over there. If someone found out, I'd be ruined in Martinsville. There wouldn't be a mother in town who'd let her daughter enter my door."
"Ohhh, we'll be careful. You could walk over and come in the back way." She let her fingernails scratch at the nape of his neck. Julian zipped his pants and got his shirttail back in. Then he buttoned up her cut-off jeans. The customer was talking to Miss Jones. Julian ran a comb through his thick, dark hair.
"I don't know. . ."
"You could. . ." Kristine stuck her tongue out and curled the tip upwards. Then she giggled in a way to fit her lost-waif act. Julian held her from him by her shoulders and shook his head.
"You're driving me crazy, you know that? I don't know why I sent those damned flowers. I should try and forget you. My wife suspects something She can tell I'm all screwed up about something."
Julian looked to the front of the store again. She could smell the nervous sweat of him strongly. Kristine danced away a few steps and stopped, bare feet wide apart on the rug. Then she pouted, poked the end of a braid in her mouth.
"I'll leave the door open. I'll be upstairs. On my bed. I'll leave some clues so you can find the way." She put the wet braid end under her nose like a mustache. "Bye, Jules . . ."
Kristine held her laughter till she was half a block away. Then she leaned against the warm bricks of the First National Bank and gave way to the giggles.
Kristine was starting to worry a little when she heard the screen door open downstairs. She smiled and took an excited breath. Jules was coming in the back. About then he would be finding one of her sandals. The other one was at the foot of the stairs. Kristine held her breath so she could hear him move through the house. He was on the stairs now, probably picking up her pale-yellow panties. The ones she'd worn all afternoon just so they'd have the scent of her cunt juice on them. And Julian loved that aroma. He was probably rubbing the lacy things against his nose at that very moment!
"Kristine?"
She gritted her teem and shivered. He was at the top of the stairs now. She'd left a skimpy bra there, even though she rarely wore one. For effect this time. Julian would appreciate it all. She knew Julian. He was crazy for her! The candle on her bedside table flickered as a breeze swept through the room. Julian entered. She could just barely see him through her half-closed lids. She pretended sleep. He was standing at the end of her bed now, adoring her lanky nakedness.
"God, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life," he gasped.
"Mmmmmm?" Kristine pretended to come awake slowly. She rubbed a fist against one eye and then looked at him. "Ohhhh . .. Julian. Hello!
His pants hit the floor. He stepped out of his underwear as he climbed over the end of her bed. There was a funny look in his eyes Even in the candleglow she could see it clearly
"Julian? Is something wrong?"
"I want to make love to you, Kristine. I must make love to you!"
"Nooo! "She closed her thighs tight. "My parents would know. My mother has me checked by our family doctor every month."
She let a sob catch in her throat to make it sound good. It was a terrible lie. She was even thinking that she'd gone too far. Even Julian wasn't that gullible.
"Has you checked?" he mumbled, slipping his body alongside hers.
"It's awful!" she whined, trying for tears. "It's the most humiliating thing in the world to have to face!" She peeked at him through the cage of her fingers.
"So that's why . . ."
"I want to, darling, but I just can't! Not for a while!"
She hugged him quickly to cover the smile that forced its way onto her lips. God, a man would believe anything! Kristine was flabbergasted at how easily she'd pulled the wool over Julian's eyes. He hugged her and rubbed his hard prick against her thigh. She snaked a hand down between their bodies. Julian grunted when she found his cock and squeezed it.
"So now I'm just supposed to eat your pussy again." His voice shook. "While I go up the wall, half out of my mind! Is that it?"
Kristine pretended confusion. "I don't understand . . ."
"Are you really as innocent as you seem?"
He held her face between his hands. Kristine knew she could look like the sweetest, uncalculating angel in the world when she really tried. She really tried. Julian moaned with frustration and buried his mouth in the warmth of her neck. She closed her eyes as the warm thrills surged over the surface of her body. She could feel Julian's tongue sanding the tender places, the hollows and bumps. He worked down her chest until he'd wet the flesh thoroughly around one small tit. Then he sucked the pointy nipple between his teeth and swathed it with licking.
"Uhhhhhh!" Kristine arched her back sharply and her nails dug into the back of his neck. "When you lick me like that, I don't care about anything else in the whole world! Ohhhh, I love you, Julian!
It was funny what words did to a man. Just telling that small lie was like grabbing Julian's balls. He moaned and lapped at her quivering titty until she was panting harder than ever. She wriggled her hips around and pushed gently downwards on his shoulders. She knew what she really wanted him to do! That was the sole reason for him being there as far as she was concerned. Her whole body trembled for it! To feel his lips brush her cunt hair to the side so his tongue could ...
She guided his lips down to her belly. His tongue stabbed deep into the shallow crater of her navel and she squirmed her hips eagerly on the bed. Julian must know how she wanted it, wanted his loving mouth against her delicate slit! Just thinking about what was about to happen excited her terribly!
"Hnnnnnnn! Ohhh, God, I can't wait!"
Her fingernails cut into his shoulder. She moved her hips up and down, up and down. Kristine had already widened her legs and now she widened them more. She felt her outer cunt-lips come wetly apart, exposing the inner heat of her cunt. Julian scooted lower on the bed. His lips wet the place where her sparse, blonde beaver began. Then he was kissing the fluffy cushion itself, inhaling the musky aroma of her snatch.
"Jules . . . honey . . . ohhhhh, do it! Do what you did before!"
That one time Julian had eaten her pussy had been like being born all over again for Kristine. She couldn't believe anything could feel so good. And for once her ideas of teasing males had been a little confused. Now she had three things that excited her. Playing with her cunt until she came had been her first discovery. Teasing a male to madness, bringing him to the brink of creaming his jeans and then cutting him off-that had become her second hunger in life. And now this! Letting a man feast on her soft, slick pussy! Letting him lick and rub and kiss her pink gash until she came gloriously!
"Nnnnnhhhuuuuuu ! "She wiggled her swollen cunt-lips down hard against Julian's mouth. He made a sound deep in his throat and brought her clit throbbing upwards with the tip of his tongue.
"Honey . . . yesssss!" She clawed his hair. Her belly was taut with tension. Her nipples burned. She ground her slim hips around as he explored the dainty corners of her cunt.
"You're so pretty. Oh, Christ, you're fantastic!"
Kristine loved to hear Julian tell her those things. She was beautiful! She knew it. She opened her legs even more. Julian's mouth was completely covering her pussy! It was so hot to feel his spit dripping down the underside of her ass. And his tongue! Now it was going crazy! Like a tiny, rough-smooth animal that wanted to eat her clit!
"NHHHuuuu! Ohhhhh, Jules! Harder, honey!"
She rolled her butt, jabbed her spread cunt hard against his teeth. It seemed to feel better when she hooked her heels up over his back and dug in. She knew she was pulling his hair, hurting him a little. But he was making her crazy! The aching tickle in her cunt built until she didn't think she could stand it without losing her mind. But she did stand it! She wanted more!
Kristine felt Julian try to take his mouth away from her swollen, pounding cunt. She knew what he wanted. He'd tried that before. He wanted to climb up over her squirming body and bury his cock inside her virgin cunt. But Kristine didn't want that at all. It would destroy their little game . . . her little game. She didn't want to lose control of Julian. That was what gave her the excitement. Of making him do what she wanted. And she didn't want to get knocked up. She didn't want to have his thick cock breaking a hole in her clean, soft pussy.
"Noooooo, Julian. Ohhh, keep doing what you're doing to me, honey. Don't stop ever!"
And men she felt the tickle shatter into a thousand other tickles that spread over her skin. She held her breath and let her ass go crazy on the bed. The sound of Jules licking her gash hungrily took her to the edge of the cliff and she felt the white-hot ball of pleasure grow huge inside her cunt. Then it burst and she bucked violently, jamming her gushing snatch against his mouth, twisting her fingers deeper in his hair to keep him from getting away. For an instant she wasn't sixteen and kind of skinny and weak. She was an all-powerful goddess riding roughshod over her slave. She could feel it so clearly. She liked the way it made her come! Every fiber of her young body screamed with the delirious ecstasy. Then she fell limp, her head to one side, her tongue lolling out. Julian rested on his knees, looking down at her. Her slick cunt juice coated his chin and cheeks.
"Jesus," he mumbled. "I don't believe you!"
Kristine managed to push blonde hair from before her eyes and smile at him.
"Mmmmmmm. . . you sure did that nice, Jules." She let her lids close again.
"Kristine?"
"Uh-huh."
"I've got to make love to you!"
She watched him hold his cock up. It was long and hard and darkened at the tip. His balls swung below the shaft. God, men were such babies. They couldn't think of anything else but sticking their pricks in a girl's cunt. Didn't they realize how dangerous it was? Didn't they have any feeling at all for the chances a girl had to take?
"We talked about that. I told you why we couldn't."
"I don't care about all that."
He moved the skin slowly on his cock-shaft. Kristine watched a droplet of juice form at the tiny slit at the end of it. She rolled into her stomach and pulled her thighs tight. Then she pinched her butt taut, too-just to let him know he wasn't going to do any of those awful things he had on his mind.
"Ohh, God. I'm crazy about you! I'm risking my marriage and everything just to be here, and you don't want to-"
"Does it bother you so much not to come?" she snapped.
"Yes, goddamn it!" He put his hands on her ass. She kept her arms pinned tightly to her sides! legs together, face buried in the pillow. "And if you don't let me fuck you, you'd damn well better think of something else. Quick!"
Kristine felt panic. She'd never heard Jules talk like that to her! She bit her lip and tried to figure out what to do to keep him cooled down. He'd been so easy to manipulate before. What had happened? She remembered stories of girls being raped and the fear grew in her guts. She lay there on the bed, her ass-cheeks pinched tight, her legs trembling. Then Julian fell against her back. She felt his cock press between the plump halves of her butt. She squirmed and tried to crawl out from under his weight, but his fingers curled over the tops of her shoulders and held her.
"Nooooo!"
"Yes, damn it!" He kissed her back and the nape of her neck. His teeth cut into her shoulder and she tried harder than ever to buck him away. But his legs were forcing hers apart!
"Ohhhh, Jules, I'm sorry I said what I did! Please stop and let me go to the bathroom. I have to go to the bathroom!"
"You're not fooling me, cunt!"
His hands were rough against her slender body. His words were like a slap in the face. This was a part of Jules she hadn't known about. He'd exploded suddenly. And was it all because he hadn't been able to come? He pushed his cock forward and the cheeks of her ass started to be forced apart. The shock of what he was trying to do made her mind go wild.
"Honey, I'll make you come. I'm sorry I was acting so shitty. Julian, do you hear me?"
He stopped moving around on top of her back. He rolled over beside her and took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth open. She gave him her tongue, thankful that he was still reasonable. She was shivering from what had almost happened.
"Do something," he gasped, "do something before I do something myself."
Kristine could smell her own cunt-musk on his lips. They kissed slower now, tonguing each other passionately. She slipped a hand down his belly and circled the hard, hot cock that had threatened her moments before. Slowly, evenly she began to jack the skin up and down. Julian rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. Kristine squatted on her heels there beside him. The flared crown of his prick bulged each time she brought her fingers up against it. His balls moved in their sac. She watched the veins pulsing with blood as they fed the swollen tip.
"Suck my cock. .
"Ohhh, nooo! I can't do that! Julian, I just can't!"
"Suck my cock!"
She shook her head hard. Sure, people did it. She'd heard a few rumors at school that she knew must be true. And the book Julian had given her was full of that kind of thing. But the idea of actually putting a man's cock inside her mouth . .
"Kristine, if you don't put your mouth-"
"Okay. . . okay!"
Kristine had no intention of touching her lips to Julian's cock. She wiggled around like she was getting into position. But all the while she jacked his prick as fast as she could, praying that he would come before she had to . . . ugh.
It was funny the difference between imagining how a grown man's prick would be in her mouth and then actually being so close to one! With Valerie, she felt she could brag and pretend some sophistication. But Jules had suddenly pushed her into another world. She didn't like him anymore at all. He had begun to bore her even before this. Now he'd turned into a beast!
"Hurry . . . Huuhhnnnn!
He reached for her, but she jerked her head away. His hands flailed the air as she continued to move the skin of his cock with quick, jerking motions. Oh, why wouldn't he come?
"Kristine. .. NUUhhhh!"
Julian had almost sat up but suddenly he fell back again and his slender body writhed on the bed. She watched his belly heave and felt the stiff shaft throb bigger in her palm. Then the first bubble of jizz formed at the tip of his cock. Kristine had never seen any before. Her eyes widened, and she slowed the movement of her hand. Jules grunted something that wasn't a word at all and jerked his body around like somebody had a knife in him. The glop of whitish stuff grew until it began to dribble down his prick towards her fingers. Kristine jerked her hand away.
"Damn. . . you! GHAAAA!"
Julian grabbed at her. For a moment his fingers closed on her shoulder, but Kristine twisted from his grasp and fell to the floor on her hands and knees. She crawled until she bumped the wall. Then she stood up and pressed her naked back against the coolness and watched with wide, scared eyes.
Julian grabbed his cock and pumped the skin wildly. A powerful white streak of jizz arched into the air and fell with a plop on his belly. He pumped his hips as he jacked his cock violently up and down. More hot seed flooded out and down the sides of his prick, washing over his fingers and balls.
Kristine fled from the room and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't want to turn on the lights, didn't want to look at herself. Julian hadn't behaved like she wanted him to. And her body felt so strange. More excited than she thought she should be. What had done that to her? Not watching a man make himself come, surely. And then she knew it was the sight of that, that mysterious stuff. The milky, stringy-looking fluid that was so potent when it got inside a woman's cunt! The sharp odor of it, the way it had boiled from the tiny place there at the tip of Julian's cock! She rubbed her fingertips together, wondering what it would have felt like. Slick, probably. It looked slimy, all right. .. and hot, of course. She sat down on the commode and put her face in her hands.
Kristine didn't count the minutes, but when she went back to her bedroom, Julinm was gone. What a lousy evening. It hadn't turned out at all like she'd wanted. She'd wanted more promises of devotion from Jules. She'd wanted... Well, she hadn't wanted him to lose his cool like that and make her feel so rotten.
Kristine felt a huge gap in her confidence. Maybe it was just temporary, but she didn't like the feel of it. She paced around the darkened house naked for a while. It was still early. And then she remembered what Valerie was always saying about her brother. Johnny dug her! He'd liked her for a long time really, always admiring from a distance.
Kristine went to the phone and dialed the number. She had no intention of dating her best friend's brother. But she certainly needed a little shoring up right now. And she was sure Johnny would give her that. When she finally got him on the line, he sounded completely confused and asked her if she wanted to talk to Valerie.
"No, Johnny, I wanted to talk to you." She cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear and put her heels on the edge of the chair. "Tell me what you've been doing lately . . ."
Kristine smiled as she listened to his voice. And the adoration for her was there like she knew it would be! She guided the conversation around until at last Johnny made a vague suggestion that they do something together sometime. That was when she gave him a very sexy good-bye and hung up the phone. Kristine felt better now. She knew there were dozens of them out there . . . men . .wanting her.
She slipped into bed and lay there, feeling the swollen rawness of her pussy where Julian had eaten her out. Well, that had been nice, anyway. The bastard would sure never have a chance to put his mouth on her body again. She entertained the idea for a while of working something up with Johnny Mooney. But it seemed a little sticky, being that Valerie was his sister and was the only close friend she had. Anyway, Johnny worked in a gas station downtown and drove a beat-up old pickup around and wore blue jeans all the time. She'd have to look further. That was all there was to it.
Kristine rolled over and closed her eyes. She drifted off, thinking of who her next worshiper might be.
Chapter Three
I hadn't really dug it too much when Kristine called up Johnny and talked with him so long that night. For one thing, it just messed up his head worse than ever. I'd been all for them getting together. But now I could see that Kristine hadn't meant for them to get together at all. I couldn't really figure out why she'd bothered to call him. But I didn't say anything next time I saw her. It would've been dumb to start it all up while she was talking to that guy.
He was big. He had broad shoulders and a lot of muscles inside his cowboy shirt. He made the side of Kristine's MG go down when he leaned over the roof. The boots, the way he wore his leather pants I knew he was a cowboy. But not the kind that worked on the farms around the area, and not the kind that worked in the stockyard up at Brighton, either. When I saw his belt buckle, I had him figured out. Rodeo.
"Howdy, ma'am," he said to me. It was right out of the movies. But cowboys do talk like that. They were in and out of Martinsville all the time. He asked me if I was Kristine's friend and what I did for fun around town and the usual things. But I could see he was really homing in on Kristine. Could I blame him?
She was giving him all that eye stuff she always gave a guy. I wondered how she could get away with it. And then he was getting in the car with her and she rapped up her pipes and I could see that they were going to leave me there like a bump on a log if I didn't make a graceful exit.
Sure enough I wasn't two steps down the walk when Kristine tore out of there and up the street to the stoplight. So Julian was now a thing of the past for her. That I knew. When Kristine was through with a guy, she made it very, very clear. In this case, I was the only one who knew. Besides poor Julian.
I guess I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I liked Kristine, of course. She was my best friend. But I had a feeling that she could twist a man's mind around pretty bad. That's why I felt awful funny about her calling Johnny and then not agreeing to see him. I sure had second thoughts about ever wanting to get those two together. But I was having third and fourth thoughts about somebody else. It had to do with what Kristine had said that night at her house. About how she didn't mind if I thought sexy thoughts about Julian. Sure enough, that had started me going. Now I couldn't get him off my mind.
But when I pushed the door open to his shop, my heart was somewhere up around my mouth and my hands were sweating so bad that I was embarrassed to death when he took my fingers in his to greet me.
"Valerie! You're looking like the queen of Martinsville High today." He guided me back to some racks in the rear of the store. "We got some new things in from the Coast. You like peasant tops, don't you?"
"I sure do." I had my dad's charge card in the pocket of my denims. It was the best excuse I could think of to expose myself to Julian. And that's just! what I wanted to do. I just wanted to see if he thought of me as a female. A pretty female. Like he'd thought of Kristine. I'd felt so plain lately. No dates in a month. No looks even. And the summer was going to be a long, hot one.
Julian pulled something off a hanger and held it up to my shoulders. "No." He frowned. "You're much too mature for this." He put it back in the rack. 'Teeny-bop stuff. You want something to show off a few of those pretty curves, don't you?"
Dumb me. I blushed. I knew I was already past what I could handle with a man. Obviously, I couldn't handle much. I just wanted Julian to . . . to see me. Hell I didn't know what I wanted.
And now he was just standing there with another top in his hands. But he wasn't holding it up or anything. He was just looking at me.
"It's nice to see a girl blush," he said in almost a whisper.
"Blush is my middle name," I said, wishing I could be cool and suave. Like Kristine. Julian put another top to my shoulders. The touch of his fingers against my shirt made me hold my breath. I'd never really been this. . . intimate with him. What a laugh. He was just a boutique owner trying to make a sale and I was about to wet my jeans.
"This is better! Yes, I like this." He draped it over his arm and hunted through the rack for something else. I guess I was staring at him, because when our eyes met again, he gave me a funny smile.
"You're a good friend of Kristine Jenner, aren't you? My ears, nose and chin went red. "Uh-huh," I nodded.
"Of course you must know..." He stopped. I dropped my eyes.
"Sure . . . I know." I looked at him then. "But I wouldn't ever say anything, Mr. Spencer, I wouldnt' "Julian," he said. "Call me Julian, okay?"
"Okay." Blush, blush, blush.
"I know you wouldn't say-anything." He was about to say something else but shrugged instead and handed me four or five tops. "Why don't you go in the changing room and try some of these? l'll look for some more."
When I came back out, Julian was waiting for me by the mirrors. He made me turn and turn while he pulled the top here and there. His hands touched me lightly at the waist and the warm just about did me in. I'd worked myself into a real fever, what with Kristine talking about him like she had and then Julian's own conspiratorial glances just a moment before.
"Yes. . . very nice," he said. "You've got nice strong shoulders and lovely arms. You should show them off more." I swallowed and wished I had a piece of gum. "I'm glad you don't bother with a bra. You're still young. You don't really need one. A bra would ruin the lines of this garment altogether."
Our eyes met in the reflections of the three-sided mirror. I bit my lip. I knew something was written all over my face. I was a dope at trying to keep things hidden. I only hoped it hadn't been obvious. After all I was just curious. It was beyond my courage to even consider being anywhere with Julian Spencer but here in his clothing store with another clerk and customers around. But his eyes held me and I couldn't look away. My cunt tingled. I wormed my fingers together and then nodded vigorously.
"I'll take this one. This one's fine!" I didn't care what I had. I just wanted to get out of the store now.
"Valerie, would you have dinner with me tonight?" He squeezed my fingers for an instant and let them go.
"What? I . . . Ohhh, I'd better get this and run. I told my father I'd only buy one."
"Valerie, I want to see you again." Julian ran fingers through his thick, curly hair. He was beautiful. And scary. I fled to the dressing booths.
When I came out, I saw Julian saying something to the other clerk. She went out the front door. I was alone in the store now except for him. He took the top from me, sacked it and rang up the credit charge.
"There's a place over in Woolsley. Quiet. Private. We could have wine while we ate . . ."
"Look, Mr. Spencer," I blurted, "I mean Julian." He smiled at my correction. "I'm just sixteen. If my folks thought I was-"
"There are ways to get around parents," he said.
"Kristine might get away with it, but I couldn't I know. I'm just not that lucky."
"You're luckier than you think." His eyes passed quickly over my breasts. The look wasn't lewd at all. But my nipples burned like crazy! I knew he'd been admiring my tits. So they were bigger than a lot of girls my age. I figured it was about all I had going for me. I picked up my purchase and started to turn.
"I'll meet you at the south end of the park," he said. "Seven o'clock."
At seven o'clock I was dressed and waiting on that bench just where Julian had said. The supper was fantastic. I'd eaten in so many hamburger joints and taco dens that a real restaurant was something special. Julian was a perfect gentleman; He made my little goof-ups seem laughably unimportant. And he even kept me from getting too drunk on the wine. But by the time we were walking across the parking lot towards his car, I was feeling like a million. I wasn't even worrying any more about what I was doing. The wine made all that blurry and unreal. What was real was that a man had taken me out and- treated me like a queen. When Julian held the door open for me, there was an instant when we looked at each other and I kind of shyly let myself bump against him. That old curiosity again. Julian kissed me just like I wanted him to. Then when we were in the car, we kissed again. His lips searched deep against mine, made me open my mouth for him. I'd done my share of kissing, but this was different. When I scooted over against him, my dress hiked up my thigh enough to show the run in my pantyhose. Julian covered the place with his hand and my breathing went all to hell.
"You're more grown up than your friend Kristine," he said finally. "I don't like to talk about her now, and I know you two are close . . . but it's true. Kristine is a spoiled child. You're a woman."
"Wow," I said, getting red for the hundredth time that evening. "Wow!"
This time we really kissed. And then while Julian touched my body with his warm hands and breathed in my ear, he started to tell me things. Things like how nice it would be for us to go to a motel. It was still early, he said. He could still have me home before it was too late. Then I blew it and told him I'd worked things so I could be out all night. My folks thought I was staying with Kristine.
"You will sleep with me tonight then," he said, pulling my chin up.
"I . . . I didn't say that!"
But my heart pounded. I was scared. But the wine and the warmth of his arms around me and the touch of his lips . . . I tried to remember how it had been fucking Ronald Lindstrom. I couldn't. It was just a grey place in my mind.
Julian started the car. I knew where we were going. He pulled into a brightly lit motel on the outskirts of Woolsley. I sat with my hands folded on my lap while he went in. Then he came back with a key and drove to a unit near the back. He opened the door for me. I couldn't look into his eyes. I didn't know how to feel. I did feel wrong. But there were other, more powerful things working inside me tonight. Then the door was locked behind us and Julian flipped the lights off, all except the bathroom.
Then we were tangled and falling. . . falling onto the big bed. One shoe slipped off and I moaned and hugged Julian hard as he worked the buttons on my dress. For the first time in my life, I realized that there was something underneath my shyness. Another person hiding. And I was that person now!
I felt like I was in paradise. The clean bed I was being pressed down against, the smell of Julian's cologne and the slippery way our mouths moved together. I knew he was as excited as I was and he was fumbling just as much, too, when he tried to get my pantyhose pulled down. I helped slide the elastic over my hips.
Julian kissed my belly then, and I made a noise I'd never made in my life. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him but couldn't bring myself. I didn't want to say anything stupid. How was a high-school girl supposed to act in a motel room with a married man? I found some courage finally.
"Julian . . . I just can't get pregnant." I shook my head hard. "I just can't. You understand what I mean?" My breath was short and panting.
"Yes, pretty girl. I've got something."
He kissed my mouth so gingerly I thought a butterfly might be tickling me. Then he was undressing me again. When he slipped my dress off over my shoulders, I thought he would flip out over my tits. He touched them like they were gold or something and kept kissing little wet spots close to the nipples. Then he took one thick, dark nubbin between his lips, and it was my turn to flip out! I let my head flop back as he suctioned my tit-flesh deeper into his mouth. The tickly rub of his tongue made my cunt contract sharply. I knew I was leaking juice all over my brand-new panties.
"Beautiful . . . beautiful Valerie," he sighed, touching me with his magic fingers again. "I'm going to give you half the clothes in my store."
"Oh, no! Somebody would know. . ."
His laugh told me I was taking everything too literally again and I laughed, too. He made me unbutton his shirt. I peeled it off his shoulders like he'd done with my dress. I was panting like a dog when he pulled my head forward so my lips touched his neck. I kissed him, hoping I was doing it right. Julian moaned and made me kiss him more. His skin tasted good! Then he was taking off his pants and underwear.
I looked away politely. But sometime I had to see. And I did. His cock was slender and long and white. White except for the tip. That was the prettiest dark blue I'd ever seen. Not all blue . . . it had a fleshy color, too. It was bluish. Julian saw me looking at his prick. He had something in his hand.
"Why don't you put this on."
"Oh, I couldn't. . . I don't know how."
Even through the wine, I felt embarrassment.
But Julian made me take the little vial. He showed me how to open it. I pulled out something wrinkled and drenched with some kind of lubrication. It didn't look at all like the rubber Ronald Lindstrom had rolled down over his rock that night at the drive-in.
"It's a skin," Julian said, kissing my shoulder. "It's better than a rubber. Much thinner. We'll be able to feel each other better." He pulled my mouth up against his and sucked my tongue between his teeth. breathed hard through my nostrils. Julian's fingertips tickled the sensitive places around my ears and the nape of my neck. When he looked at me again, I felt drugged with love. I smiled weakly at him.
"You're a very sensuous girl," he whispered. "I hope I make you happy tonight."
"Ohhh, Julian."
I took his hand and kissed it. He wanted to make me happy! I was already in paradise. He'd gotten right through my shyness and blown my worries away. Tomorrow was plenty of time for worrying. Now I was being undressed by Julian Spencer, one of the best-looking guys in Martinsville. Oh, if only Kristine could see me! But it was more than just that surface pride. I was sure I was in love!
My fingers trembled as I tried to hold the end of the skin open to get it on Julian's cock. The hot thing bobbed away when I pushed down.
"You better hold it still while you do that."
My heart almost came out of my chest when I took ahold of his prick. It was so hot! And it was having an effect on Julian, too. His eyes were closed and he kept petting the sides of my face with his fingers. But I still couldn't get the damned skin on his prick. He helped hold his cock from dancing away then while I forced the thin membrane over and down. It was almost like there wasn't anything covering his cock at all. I could still see the color that pulsed through it with every beat of Julian's heart. And the shine of the oily lubrication made me more excited than ever. I knew why they put that stuff on the skin before they packaged it . . . so it would slide into a girl's cunt easier!
"Julian . . . Ohh, I feel dizzy I'm so excited."
He eased me onto my back and we hugged for a while, running our hands up and down each others' bodies and kissing. Then Julian was easing my panties down. I felt the elastic rolling up as it slid over my butt. The sensation set me on fire. I could hardly keep still and my breathing sounded like I was climbing a mountain.
"Your hair, your skin . . . Valerie . . ."
I loved to hear my name on Julian's lips. He pulled my panties down farther. The crotchpiece came away from my cunt-mound with a wet sound and Julian's hand pressed against my gash.
"Nnnhhhuuuu!" I clung to his shoulders as he eased my outer cunt-lips apart. Hot juice flooded out onto his fingers and he began to gently plow them along the inside of my gash. I moved my ass slowly, plunging my cunt against his fingertips. My nails curled harder into the flesh of his back as he found my clit and began to massage it gingerly. I wanted to open my legs wider for him, but my panties had tangled around my knees. Julian felt me struggling and eased them down until at last they only clung around one ankle.
"Ohh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh!"
His finger kept working gently against the soft nubbin of my clit. I couldn't believe the jolts of pleasure I was experiencing! It was lots better than when I rubbed myself. And I had Julian to kiss and hug, too.
"Julian... Ooohhh!"
His touch had changed. He was pushing a finger around the beginning of my hole now! The sensitive muscles contracted around his knuckle and I felt my cunt writhing as if wanting something more shoved into it!
"Your cunt . . . it's wonderful!"
He pushed my chin up so he could get to my neck. I felt his teeth and tongue and lips sucking against my throat. The shoots of pleasure burst through my chest, while below his fingers made my horny cunt glow.
I reached for his cock and found the oily surface of the skin. Beneath, his hard meat was very hot. I squeezed his cock, not knowing really just how to touch a man there. I didn't want to hurt him. Julian grunted and pushed my thighs wide. Then he lowered himself down on me and I felt the tip of his skin-covered cock pressing against my clit. My back arched and I wiggled against the motel bed.
"Jul-" His tongue smothered my words. I felt him guiding that hard shaft. The cock-head felt spongy but firm, and when it slipped against the circle of muscles that opened up into my cunt, I jerked and the muscles tightened. I knew I was nervous, tense about the impending fuck.
"I did it once with a boy," I said, dropping my lashes. "But it wasn't any good. I guess I'm a little afraid. I know you won't hurt me, Julian . . ."
"No . . . I won't hurt you . . ." His hips moved. I felt my cunt muscles being forced back. I couldn't make them relax, but Julian's cock was pushing them wider anyway.
"Ohhh . . . Nnnhuuu!"
"Relax, just relax. . ."
"Owww. .. Juliam
Ohhhh!"
The cock-head had slipped inside my hole. I could feel the beginning of my hole spasm. It hurt a little but when I got my breath again, I let my hands rest against the small of Julian's back.
"You're pretty tight," he whispered and kissed my nose. "I'm not hurting too bad, am I?" I pulled his mouth down. "Noo!"
My tongue lashed hungrily against his. At least I knew how to kiss. I'd practiced that with an old girl friend when I was just in the Sixth grade. Julian fucked deeper into my cunt while we kissed. Again there was a little twinge of pain and I bit down on his tongue a little and stiffened my back. But then Julian pushed a hand down between the cheeks of my ass and something made me relax. I thought I'd automatically stiffen again. But the brush of a finger over my asshole caused the tightening in my pussy to stop, and suddenly I felt Julian's cock sliding deep inside my cunt. The sides of the shaft pushed past my dainty inner pussy folds. His cock went deep, deep, deep as I gasped from the lovely thickness of it spearing my soft cunt!
"Ahhhhh . . . Ooooohhhh . . . oh, Julian!"
"You're so hot . . ." He caught my ear between his teeth, and my back arched as his tongue searched the delicate swhorls.
"You're so stiff. I can feel you in there!"
I widened my legs on the mattress and let my fingers slide down over his ass. It seemed like a daring thing to do, to touch a man's ass like that while he was fucking you. But it seemed natural, too. And Julian seemed to like it. I let my nails scratch him a little as he pumped gently. His cock-shaft slid in and out of my cunt in an easy, good-feeling rhythm. I could feel the slight friction of the sides of his cock slipping against the beginning of my hole. If it'd been any lighter a touch, I wouldn't've felt it, any harder, it might have hurt me. But this slick slide of his gentle fucking started all kinds of tickly glows to burning. My pussy flooded juice. I began to breathe even more rapidly. Julian kept kissing and biting my ear.
It felt like my body was floating in some kind of wonderful world of pleasure. My skin tingled with the thrill of his every touch. And when he moved his cock even deeper into my cunt, I hunched my butt up hard to him so he could have it all!
"Ohhhhh, fuck. . ."
The words had just slipped out. I grabbed him around the neck and clung there as he fucked his cock faster. He pulled back farther each time than before and he pulled my slick cunt-juice with him.
It dribbled out onto the bed and I could hear the suck of my drenched pussy-folds around his shaft. My pussy had relaxed where the muscles had been so tight there at the beginning. But when Julian stabbed deep, I could feel the velvet cunt-walls closing in around his cock.
"Christ, yes! I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything like this so much."
"You've probably had plenty of other girls." I hugged him and felt his cock plowing wonderfully deep again.
"A few. Not like you, though."
He bent his body down until he could touch my tits with his mouth. Then he sucked one hot, stiff nipple between his teeth and worked at it hungrily with the tip of his tongue.
My body came to life again. I didn't think I could stand much more pleasure, but the pleasure poured over me in waves anyhow. I writhed my body like a snake and my teeth clicked together as I tried to bite at Julian's shoulder. He was really going after my tit now. The blood vessels inside the soft orb seemed to be bulging with blood and I could feel the hard nipple stiffening even more, resisting the rub of his hot tongue.
"Hnnn! Uhhhhh! Ohhhh, God, it feels like I'm starting to be eaten up!"
And it was true! My body longed for release. I knew I'd become very tense with the ecstasy that seemed to surge through me with every touch from Julian. The feel of his thighs inside mine, the rub of his hairy chest against my belly as he sucked a titty even harder-it was fantastic! And all the time his cock plunged and dug and fucked into my slick pussy. I couldn't even tell he had anything covering that wonderful prick! The skin was so slippery, so thin that I could feel the shape of his cock-tip when he pulled it almost out of my hole and teased it deep again.
I found that my hips had begun to plunge with a steady rhythm. Sometimes I matched Julian!s fucking motions, but sometimes I worked against them. I wiggled my butt around in circles when his cock was deep inside; when he pulled his prick further out of my hole, I snapped my pussy up and down as if begging for him to spear me hard again. And he would! Both of us would groan then and clutch each other like we were drowning or something.
"Ghhuuuu . . . ohhh, shit. . ."
I'd never cussed so much in my life, but Julian didn't care. He was cussing, too. Our bellies were struck together with sweat and I kept wrapping my heels behind his thighs and sliding them up and down.
I guess it was an accident the way I touched him. But one of my heels slipped between the halves of his ass and in an instant, I knew Julian was very close to coming. His gasps, his clutching excitement pushed me quickly to the edge of release, too. I felt the itchy pulsing against the walls of my cunt and my clit seemed to be a tiny, hard cock. Every brush of Julian's body brought a squeal of delight from my throat. I see-sawed my ass on the bed until sweat poured off me. Julian's body was corded with muscle and I could feel his heart pounding like a hammer in his chest.
"Baby . . . God . . . Ohhhh!"
"Nnnn! Julian, I'm coming! I'M COMMMMINNGG!!"
I shoved my heel into the crack of his ass again, and he went wild on top of my body. I could feel something powerful throbbing up inside him as I moved my foot around between the cheeks of his ass. And my own itchy thrill had burst inside my pussy and spread like a brush fire over my skin.
I thrashed on the bed, trying to get more of that wonderful, stabbing prick inside my hot cunt! It was as deep as it would go now, and I could feel the wonder of being filled as the jolts of pleasure made me shudder and gasp for air. My nipples raked across Julian's chest as he kissed my neck and chin and mouth and then we were biting each other's lips and making whimpering sounds of love as the taut skin that separated cunt and cock bagged out with jism. Though I couldn't really feel it happening, somehow I sensed the moment it happened.
"I'd better pull it out . . .'
Julian kissed my closed eyelids. I felt his wilting cock come free from my cunt with a soft slurp. He didn't know I was watching, but I could see him slipping the skin off his prick-shaft. The dim light from the bathroom reflected off the slickly coated thing. And the end of it hung heavy with the pearly white cum from his balls. I watched him twist a knot in it and lay it on the bed. Then he climbed beside me again and we hugged and kissed.
Julian started talking about his wife. I didn't want to ask him any personal questions, but he wanted to tell me things. I was in love, love, love. I felt weak with it. I'd been fucked by the most wonderful guy in the world. I knew I wasn't seeing an inch past my own nose, but I couldn't help that either. I clung to my man and listened teary-eyed while he told me how hard that bitch of a wife of his was. He seemed like a little boy who needed holding. I'd never felt that way about anybody in my life. I wished . ohhh, what I wished!
We slept for a while. In the night I woke up and felt hornier than hell. I rubbed Julian's shoulder until he woke up, too. Then I kissed his lips and put my mouth close to his ear.
"Julian... could we... I mean could you.. . Ohhh, I'm getting it all messed up."
"I love the way you mess things up . . ."
And then he was kissing me and putting his hands on my body again. And I was opening my legs for him and panting and crying. The next morning when we woke up, there were three knotted skins lying on the bed, all of them heavy with Julian's cock-cream.
When we'd showered and dressed and were starting out the door, I circled my arms around his waist. It was strange but my cunt felt hungrier than it had when we'd first started fucking.
"Isn't there time for just one more?"
"No, you nymphomaniac," he scolded. He gave me a long, hot kiss. "Next week I'll find a way to see you. Promise."
"I don't think I can wait," I panted. And I wasn't telling a lie either.
On the drive home, I clung against Julian's side, telling him how much I loved him and how much I needed him now. My cunt was going crazy for another fuck. Even moving my butt to a different position on the seat set me tingling. Finally I got Julian to slip his hand down to my cunt-mound. I pulled down my pantyhose and panties enough so he could slip a finger into my slit. And then he drove and finger-fucked me until I gasped sobbing against his shoulder and came again.
An hour after he'd dropped me off in the park and I'd walked home, I was standing in my bathroom with a cold washrag clapped against my cunt-mound. My cheeks were stained with tears of frustration.
"I won't touch myself," I repeated, "I'll wait for Julian. I won't touch myself"
I had no idea what had happened to me. But something wonderful and scary and overpowering had happened. I dressed and went downstairs to run the sweeper for my mom. Anything to get my mind off my cunt. It was funny, but I hadn't had time to worry about the moral wrongness of what I'd done. Well, I hadn't been a virgin to start with. And wasn't it better to fuck someone old enough to respect my feelings? Someone who was on top of things enough to see that I didn't get pregnant? Someone named Julian? I loved him. It was as simple as that. And it had happened so fast that all I could think of was when I could see him next. When?
Chapter Four
"So your folks are gone, huh?"
The cowboy took the drink Kristine had made for him and leaned back in a chair. She came across the room with hers. She was trying to hide her excitement. She wasn't used to being nervous around men. But there was something about this guy that made her feel a little shaky. The way he walked. If you could call it that. It was a rolling swagger that made his shoulders swing easily over his muscled body. Jimmy Weslyn was his name. She rolled it silently in her mouth. The diamond ring on his little finger twinkled in the sunlight from the window.
"I've got the whole place to myself," Kristine said, sweeping a bare arm around. She knew Jimmy was keeping an eye on her. And he wasn't trying to hide the fact like most men did. He wasn't just peeking. He was staring. She perched on the arm of a chair near his. She didn't plan to drink much of her Scotch. She just had it for effect. Jimmy lifted his glass and drained it.
"You got any more of that booze?" he waved the glass at her. "That's good stuff" She nodded her head towards the bottle on the coffee table. Jimmy went over and poured out a stiff drink. Then he reached in the ice-cube keeper and splashed one into his Scotch.
Now she was staring at him. Kristine averted her eyes quickly. But Jimmy had noticed her attention and smiled in easy acceptance of the fact. Kristine sensed that lots of women had studied him. There was a way his eyes wrinkled down at the corners, the wry set of his mouth that said he'd fucked lots of women in his time.
"What does that say on your belt buckle?" she said, trying to make conversation that didn't seem too obviously coy. Of course she was being coy. She wanted to see that look of adoration in Jimmys eyes. Like Julian had had for her once. So far Jimmy's eyes could have been looking off across a barren range for all the adoration they held.
"That's my rodeo belt, honey." He tilted it up at an angle. "Won it in El Paso a year ago." He gave her a grin that came from just one side of his mouth. "What it says is that this here boy can ride anything that'll hold still enough for him to get on." The wink seemed corny, but Kristine felt its effect clearly. It made her squirm in her seat and drink more of the Scotch than she'd intended. It was about time to put this Jimmy Weslyn in his place.
She swayed over and sat on the arm of his chair. The cowboy seemed a little surprised, but not much. He was darned good-looking. She gave him a pouty smile and when he lifted his glass, she touched hers to it. They drank. Damn it, she was drinking too much. Maybe it was all the muscles that made her nervous. None of the guys she'd ever dated had so many. Julian certainly hadn't been built like this guy. He looked like he could twist the head off a steer. There was a scar on his forehead. It was as good a starting place as any.
Kristine put one of her long, soft fingers against it. "Ain't that purty?" Jimmy cracked. "Had to knock a feller off his chair in Amarillo. Trouble was he had a buddy who wanted to knock me off mine.'
"I thought maybe a horse did it," she purred.
"Horses are lots easier to get along with than men." He took her hand and looked at it. "You know there ain't hardly nothing to you. You're so little.
"You're big," she said, making her voice breathy. She put the hand on his arm and rubbed up to his shoulder. Then down again. Her nails tickled at the crook of his elbow. She wondered if there was a tattoo under the silk cowboy shirt. Then her breath caught. Her glance had happened to light on the crotch of Jimmy's leather pants. The crotch was swollen out like some beast was living in there. Kristine smothered her surprise at the size of it. Things were going along just fine. She gritted her teeth to get nerve. Then she circled her fingers behind Jimmy's neck. He wore his hair shorter than most men, but longer than a straight farmer, too. It was curled up behind his ears and though a little oily to the touch, it was clean.
Jimmy let her play with him for a few minutes. She made sure she was touching all the right places. Behind his ears, the nape of his neck. His cheeks. Then she lowered her mouth down and waited for him to kiss her. She didn't let the first one last very long. When Jimmy pulled her against him and pushed his tongue between her lips, she turned her face to the side.
"Man, you smell like springtime. His mouth devoured the side of her face, wet a line down her neck. She squirmed In his steely embrace. His chest was like a wall. She couldn't seem to break his hold on her thin body. "How much you weigh? Hundred amd ten?"
"You're squeezing me too hard," Kristine gasped. Jimmy let her go. She pretended to be straightening her hair. "Yes. A hundred and ten." He'd hit it right on the nose. Silly as it was. The little guess of his scared her. Maybe because it wasn't a guess at all. Maybe Jimmy Weslyn had held enough pretty girls in his arms to know exactly how much one weighed. Kristine had to get time to study the situation. She picked up her drink again and moved away. She was surprised when Jimmy didn't grab for her.
"Well, I'm gonna have to be moving along here pretty soon ..." He poured him half a glass more of her daddy's Scotch and swirled it around. Kristine got up. This wasn't the way she'd planned things. She'd wanted to make Jimmy want her. Want her so bad that he begged for it . .
"What's your hurry?"
"Oh, no special hurry. I want to go look at a saddle for one thing. That's why I'm in Martinsville in the first thing. Fella I met said he's got a beauty. Sellin' cheap." Jimmy drank his Scotch, sat back in his chair. He looked like he wasn't staying long.
Saddles! Kristine felt angry. He wanted to go look at a saddle rather than stay there with her! She went to pour herself some more Scotch, too. Jimmy didn't see her undo the top two buttons of her blouse. And when she sat on the arm of his chair this time, she cocked a leg so that her skirt rode-well up her thigh. It was one of her best moves. Her thigh was long and lean and white. She thought she had the nicest legs in school. And there were delicate blue veins beneath the flesh. Her shins had a sparse covering of blonde down. She hadn't ever bothered to shave it. It was too sexy to get rid of and obviously Jimmy agreed. He was rubbing a thick finger up and down the side of her calf.
"Jesus Christ. How do you keep the men teachers from climbin' the wall at that high school you go to?"
Kristine smiled at this.
"Teachers! Ugh!" She wrinkled up her nose. Jimmy's finger strayed under the hem of her dress. Kristine started to put her hand down, but by the time her fingers circled his wrist, she felt the pressure against the crotch of her panties.
"Ohhhhhhh. .. noooo. Please don't do that!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Jimmy forced some of the silk up between the lips of her cunt. Kristine felt the sudden surge of her juices. She tucked her butt back on the chair arm. Her Scotch spilled to the rug. Jimmy laughed and took his finger away from her crotch to slap his thigh.
Kristine felt her face redden. And she never blushed.
It took her a while to get her nerves quieted down again. Jimmy sat on the edge of his chair watching her. She couldn't read his expression at all. She walked back and forth in front of him. She wasn't about to give up so easy. They were all alike. Men. She could get him on his knees yet. She had what it took to do it.
"You're not much of a gentleman," she simpered.
"I'll try a little harder." Jimmy Weslyn stood up. She went over, holding her fresh drink. She slid a hand down his belly, down, down. This would get him. Her fingers felt the lump that stretched almost down into one leg of his leather pants. It made her heart thump to touch the shape of his cock, to feel the place where the tip swelled out so big. Jimmy was really hung; as the girls at school described it during giggling sessions of sex gossip.
Kristine smiled up blatantly into Jimmy's face as she smoothed and petted the swollen prick in his pants. She could see he was going to kiss her again. She'd let him. Maybe twice more. Then she'd turn the whole thing off. He'd be calling her on the phone before the sun went down.
"Baby.. ." His arms circled her narrow back. She kept gouging at the chunk of meat that was pressed so tightly between his pants and body. Then she twisted suddenly out of his embrace, his kiss still wet and warm on her lips. She giggled at how easy she'd done it. Jimmy was standing there in the middle of the room with a fantastic hard on! And the look on his face said he'd let himself be lured over that line . .
"You better go check on that saddle," she whispered from the third stair. "I think I'll go stretch out for a while."
"You know, I could use some rest, too," Jimmy said. But his confidence wasn't so obvious as it had been. There was doubt in his eyes.
"No. I want to be alone. Maybe you could call me later if you get enough time . . ."
She turned her back to him and went on up the steps. She was dying to turn around and catch his expression. She made the turn at the landing and headed for her room. That cowboy would be picking up his hat now. He'd be strung out on her bad. He'd be heading for the door.
The heavy bump of Jimmy Weslyn's boots climbing the stairs scared Kristine. At first she just stood in the hall, hardly believing that someone could be so. .. She ran. She was inside her room and closing the door when the sharp toe of Jimmy's cowboy boot shoved between. Then she was shoved back as the door flew open. She bumped the wall. Her eyes were big and scared. Jimmy had a funny smile on his face. He came for her. His strong hands clenched the material of her blouse and snatched it down off her shoulders. It tore like tissue paper and her small tits bounced free on her chest. She started to cover them with her hands, but Jimmy's fingers circled her wrists like vises.
"Nooooo.. . get out of here! You don't have any business in my bedroom!"
Jimmy was breathing hard. He got both her wrists in one of his big hands and with the other began undoing the side of her skirt. She twisted violently, but he shoved his body hard against her, squeezing the breath out of her lungs in a whining gasp. She was pinned against the wall. Jimmy ripped her skirt down over her thighs. She felt it puddle around her ankles.
"I never fucked a girl with sandals on," he laughed. "Just occurred to me. Think I'd like to try that."
"You . . . you filthy, awful-"
Jimmy's mouth covered hers. She bit his lip hard. Then one of his big hands exploded across her face. The blow knocked Kristine to her knees. It had been such a surprise that she forgot her a second where she was, who she was. .. what had happened.
"Ohhh . . . oh, God in heaven . ..Oh, don't hurt me any more . . ."
She was jerked to her feet. The room spun and there was a ringing in her ears. Jimmy's hard fingers curled through the crotchpiece of her panties and he tore it out with another quick snatch of his arm.
"I usually don't go around beatin' up on young women," he said. She saw the blood trickle from the side of his mouth. He wiped it on the back of his hand. She felt the coolness against her naked cunt-mound. The torn silk tickled the insides of her thighs where it dangled down. Only then did the panic start to build in her chest.
"This isn't happening . . ."
Jimmy shoved her roughly towards the bed. He pushed her down on her belly across it and pulled her wrists above her head. She felt him knotting her ruined blouse, binding her hands helplessly together. Her mind bolted with horror. She tried to get up but a heavy forearm crashed into her back and sent her flopping down again. The bed bounced as Jimmy tore a sheet out from under her and twisted it into a makeshift rope.
"Cowboys are good at improvising," he drawled. He passed the twisted sheet through the circle her arms made and pulled it down tight and tied it around one leg of the bed. Kristine whimpered as she felt her body drawn tight against the mattress. Her knees were an from the rug, her sandaled feet digging to push her up and over the edge. Jimmy hit her with the flat of his hand. She felt the sudden heat and pain against her squirming butt and froze instantly. Then she started to sob.
With the sound of Jimmy Weslyn's boots falling to the rug, she began to bawl. When his belt buckle clinked, she was getting close to hysteria. Again he smacked her ass with the flat of his hand. It hurt! Hurt so bad that she had to bite her lip. She stopped crying, choked back the convulsive sobs that racked her throat.
"That's better." He walked around, looking at her. Kristine felt like a slab of meat. She was stretched over her twin size bed belly-down. Her arms above her head, her body bent at the hips so that her thighs were pressed against the side of the mattress, knees held tantalizingly free of the rug. She couldn't get a grip on anything, couldn't get away if she tried.
Jimmy was in front of her now. She wanted to close her eyes, but the shape and size of his cock shocked her into staring. It was huge! It was like the cock of some animal! It was thicker than Julian's cock. And bigger at the tip. And longer!
"You ready for some of this meat, honey?" Jimmy's eyes looked crazy. She writhed against her bonds. "Jesus, you are one of the prettiest little things I ever did see. Thin as a new-born colt. I like 'em willowy like you are. They got more fire, lean women."
Kristine tried to control her trembling voice. "If you don't untie me right now, I'm going to make sure you get in a lot of trouble, Mr. Weslyn."
"You're the one's in trouble."
He walked around behind her. She moaned with fear as his hand petted the two halves of her butt and then roughly shoved against her asshole. Jimmy massaged the tight, dry bung as she clenched it tight. Oh, it was awful! To have her asshole touched, of all places! What kind of a man was he? But her breathing was getting shallow and hot.
"I could eat supper off your ass, you're so clean." He snorted. "This is gonna be nice. Real nice." His finger shoved down under her pussy-mound and forced the damp cunt-lips apart. Kristine arched her back sharply and jerked against the twisted sheet.
"Nooooo! Don't do . . . Ohhhhhhh!"
What was he doing to her clit. Pinching it! She'd never felt anything so sharp and nerve-shattering! It wasn't at all like the feeling she got when she rubbed it herself, or when Julian had licked her clit with his tongue. This was sharp and sudden and piercing. Almost immediately her pussy was flooding juice from every fold. Jimmy laughed and did what he was doing all the harder. She writhed in agony. It hurt, but it made her cunt feel quivery and hot, too! She was grunting with the sensation when he fingered close to her hole and then started to push against her cherry.
"Please. .. I'll pay you . . .l'll do anything if you let me up and leave!"
"A virgin!" he muttered; "A goddamn virgin!"
"Ohhhh . . . ohhhh . . . don't touch me!"
"I'm doing you a favor, honey."
Jimmy got down on his knees behind her. She was panicked. What in God's name was he going to do now? Then she felt his hard thumbs sink into the flesh of her ass-cheeks as his fingers curled under the fronts of her hips. He held her up and open as he shoved his mouth against her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She squirmed like a maniac. But Jimmy's tongue had slipped into the beginning of her hole and she could feel its tip searching for the weakest spot of her cherry. He had picked her bottom up off the edge of the bed now so he could clamp his mouth even tighter over her dripping pussy. She writhed and kicked her legs. He threw her half up onto the bed, rolling her over onto her back now and forcing her thighs wider. Still she couldn't jerk her wrists down to fight him. Her tits quivered on her chest as she fought to escape the cowboy's mouth. But then he was lying on one of her legs and holding the other one in his firm grasp. His tongue edged her cunt-hole again and seemed to be tapping lightly on the door of her body.
"This ain't gonna hurt half so bad as you're making out like it will!"
"Ohhh, no! You won't do it! Not really!"
She started to cry again. But then her sob was cut off sharply by the pain. Jimmy had bit one of her cunt-lips! He was grinding it between his teeth now. She choked on the sensation. Then he pointed his tongue sharply and with a growl drove it quickly into the steamy softness of her hole.
"Nhhhuuuuuuu!" Kristine whimpered as a trickle of hot blood oozed into the matted curls that fringed her cunt. Jimmy drove his tongue into her virgin hole again, deeper this time. She could feel the roughness of it rubbing the wound he'd made. Then she heard him lapping at the tattered edges of her cherry. He was drinking her blood! Like some awful, awful vampire or something. She felt like she was going to faint.
Jimmy was leering at her, blood dripping from his chin. She couldn't believe it was happening! Right there in her own bedroom! His face lowered. She felt his mouth against one of her tits. She gasped as the nipple rose against the slippery friction of his tongue. Blood and spit was smeared across her chest as Jimmy went for the other soft swell.
Kristine's sobs had turned to moans. It was the touch, the rub, the hurt of him. It was doing strange things to her body! She wiggled to escape, though she knew no escape was possible. Jimmy's hands caressed her roughly. She felt her soft flesh being poked deeply by his hard fingers. And he had his muscled hips shoved down between her legs.
"Nooo . . . I don't want you to kiss me!"
But his mouth covered hers. This time she didn't bite him. She trembled there as his bloody tongue dove upwards against the roof of her mouth. At the same instant she felt something smooth and spongy pushing inside the plumpness of her pussy-lips. She writhed frantically, but the tongue in her mouth choked off her breath. She whimpered through her nostrils as Jimmy guided his cock-tip into the bleeding beginning of her hole. There had to be a way to get away from him! If she could just squirm from beneath his body, if she could just ....
"OOOOOWWWWW!" she cried as his hips plunged up and under. The domed tip of his prick stabbed four inches into her cunt. "I'm fucked," she whimpered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "You fucked me ..."
"Oh, baby. . . your cunt's tight! Too tight. But old Jimmy can fix that!"
"Noooooo!"
"Hold on, honey. I'm just beginnin'."
"Oh, God! Oh, God, no!"
Jimmy held her hips so hard it hurt. His thumbs gouged into her white skin, his fingers penetrated the softness of her butt. And holding her still like that, he pulled his cock back slowly. Kristine felt like all her insides were being pulled out of her cunt-hole. Her guts felt caught on the barb of Jimmy Weslyn's steely cock! Then slowly. . . very slowly he entered her cunt again. And this time his prick forced deeper than it had been before. She felt her cunt-wall expand to make room for him. She was too scared even to squirm now, afraid she might tear something inside her cunt. Her tube was stretched but tight around the awful heat of his prick.
"Hey, you're pretty deep for such a young one."
Jimmy sucked at her ear until a thrill burned down her back. It was unwanted, that thrill. Kristine ground her teeth together and tried to concentrate on not being excited. But the thrill came again as Jimmy tongued the deep tunnel, his spit crackling loudly. Then he was searching behind her lobe, nibbling, sucking.
"Stop that! I hate you! I want you to leave me alone!"
Jimmy moved his hips again and she felt her cunt being speared deeper than ever. She was probably bleeding to death right now and he didn't even care. Jimmy twisted her blonde hair around his fingers and forced her head way back. Then he started to eat at her throat.
"Huuhnnnnnnn . . . ohhhh. . . Ohhhh, God!"
She was trying not to let him discover how his kissing affected her. Her skin was flushed with the tingles that his mouth was making. And the odd glow around her cunt. It was like a storm raged there where she'd been speared. Her tissues felt inflamed and sensitive. As Jimmy's meat rubbed in and out, the jolts of pleasure weakened her further.
"I hate you!" she spat when he held her face between his hands to look at her.
"I don't hate you at all," Jimmy drawled. "I kinda like you."
"You..." She stopped, started again. "I hate what you've done!"
"No you don't. You like it. I know all about girls like you. You think one thing while another part of you is hungry."
"You're a liar!"
"It'll come to you someday.
He eased his hips back, back. Kristine couldn't believe he was actually taking his cock out of her hole. But the prick-head slipped out from between her ravished cunt-lips with a slurp. Jimmy undid the torn blouse that bound her wnsts. He made her sit up. She thought it was over. Her body shook from the tension.
But it wasn't over. He pulled her hands behind her back and bound them again, tighter than ever. She looked down at the mess between her thighs. There were smears of blood and her own cunt juice. The lips of her pussy pouted open. They looked puffy and tender and slick.
Jimmy straddled her legs with his knees and swayed forward. Then she knew what he wanted. Her heart stopped. His cock was smeared with her blood and juice and it pulsed where the tip flared out.
She tried to say something, but her voice was frozen. Jimmy saw the fear in her eyes and laughed. His big hands curled in her hair and pulled her forward. Her lips brushed his awful cock and she felt the smear of her own cunt juice. . . her own blood.
"You won't do this. . . you won't . . .'
"I damn well will!"
He forced her forward aqain. His biq balls swayed under his thick prick-shaft. Kristine saw her worst nightmares coming true. Oh, she'd talked about how it might be to give a blowjob. To Valerie, to make her best friend think how wild she was. But she hadn't dreamed she'd ever really put her mouth around a man's cock!
The heat of his prick! The smell of it! Kristine started to cry again. Jimmy roughly grasped her mouth and forced it open with thumb and finger. Then he pulled her forward until the flared tip of his cock jammed spongily between her teeth.
"You bite my cock and I'll break your head," he growled.
Kristine didn't bite. She let her jaw open. His prick was sooo big. So hot! Her head spun. The walls went blurry and she closed her eyes to keep from getting sick. The spongy knob pulsed against her tongue and when she tried to slide it out of the way, she rubbed the underside of his shaft and the huge thing stiffened even more!
"Mhhnnnnaaaa!" she moaned, unable to make words now. Her mouth was being forced full of heavy, hot meat! She twisted to one side, but Jimmy brought his hips forward and the smooth dome of his knob raked the inside of her cheeek, bulging it out.
"Baby . . ." His fingers shook. "Uhhhnnnn!"
Kristine tugged at her bonds again. It wouldn't do any good even if she could get her hands free. Jimmy was guiding her head gently forward, gently back. She couldn't resist him. She watched the muscles snake in his arms as he worked her mouth over his prick and back again. Spit dripped from the corners of her lips and hung from her chin. She felt the hot drops against her chest. Jimmy was making such strange noises.
"Oh, baby. . . now you're learning something. You better start using that tongue . . ."
The mere idea of licking his cock made her want to throw up. But she pushed the flat of her tongue forward along the little bumps and veins and then brought it back. Jimmy's chest heaved suddenly and she felt his fingers tighten in her hair. He pulled her forward hard. The bulging cock-head went into her throat and her stomach bucked. But he wouldn't let her escape, wouldn't let her back off his cock!
"Uhhgggghhaaaa!"
"Shut up and suck!"
He worked his cock-tip back and forth through the convulsing, clasping membranes of her throat. Again her stomach bucked and heaved but nothing would come up. She couldn't even breathe with that huge prick strangling her! Then Jimmy pulled his cock completely out of her mouth and let her head go. She slumped there, her mouth slack and open as the saliva strung down from her bottom lip. She turned pleading eyes up to him.
"Lick my cock," he ordered. "Like a lollipop . . ."
"Nooo !"
"Yes!
Jimmy doubled a fist close to her face. Weakly, Kristine pushed her tongue out. His cock had been sucked clean by her now, and it glistened with her spit. She touched the glossy prick-head and then started slowly to lick it. Jimmy grunted.
"Right there where those two little bumps are . . . at the bottom . . . Uhnnn!"
Kristine did what he wanted. She felt beaten, numb. Her body ached where he had hurt her. She felt bruised and swollen. And her cheek ached from the blow across it only moments before.
"Faster. That's it. Uhn. . . uhn . . . uhnnnnn!"
The sound of her tongue sucking against the smooth surface of me cowboy's prick seemed to come from far away. It wasn't her, was it? Of course it was. She couldn't escape that fact. That she was being held against her will in her very own bedroom. Held by some perverted cowboy who had popped her cherry with his tongue, and fucked her cunt with his gigantic cock, and forced her to blow him!
"I'm gonna come, and you're gonna swallow everything I give you . . ." "Noooo!"
Jimmy grabbed her head and held her firmly as he began to pump his cock-tip up and down the trough of her tongue. Whenever she tried to stop licking his dick, he tightened his fingers around her throat. She sucked dutifully now, not wanting any more pain. Wanting only for it to all be over.
The cowboy's body shuddered. He held the back of her head firmly so she wouldn't be able to draw away at the last moment. In and out he pushed the tip of his cock. It was hot and slippery as it eased over her pouty bottom lip and between her teeth. She tried to keep her aching muscles working, tried to keep her teeth away from the delicate membrane that covered the bullet-shaped tip of his prick. She didn't want to be struck again.
His cock swelled suddenly. It was like an overripe piece of fruit that was about to burst in the sun. But it wasn't going to burst in the sun. It was going to burst in her mouth.
"Nhhuuuuu," she whimpered, her words distorted around the huge fuck-stick. It was tight as a drumhead now and she knew that something was happening deep inside Jimmy's body. She could see his balls contract upwards in their sac. She felt a kind of thumping, a convulsion back along the tube that fed the tip.
When the first droplet of seed formed and then dribbled onto her tongue, Kristine made a choking sound through her nostrils. Jimmy gave her a hard look. She knew she had to take it all, had to, to eat his cum!
"Uhhnnnnhhaaaa!"
"Eat . . . damn it, you'd better!"
The droplet of jizz grew larger. It dripped onto her tongue and she sensed the flat, sour taste. She was dizzy with the experience of it, the reality of jizz in her mouth. Then a huge glop of the slimy stuff jetted out of the tiny opening and bathed her mouth. She swallowed quickly, trying not to taste his fuck-juice at all now. The sticky curds popped in her nostrils. Her throat was coated with the dripping strings.
Jimmy was fucking her mouth harder now. His cock was sliding deeper along her tongue each time he brought his hips forward. Then the flared knob went into her throat again and white froth poured down into her stomach. She gagged and whimpered, her shoulders shaking violently at being forced to become a cock-sucker.
"Yeah! Goddamn sonofabitch, yeah!"
Jimmy was shivering and bucking and shoving his stiff prick against the back of her throat as it spouted hot seed. When he pulled back enough so that she could suckle his rod with her tongue again, Kristine was so grateful that she worked like a child after candy. She hoped to please him, to make him keep his cock out of her throat.
Another spurt of cream flowed over the back of her tongue and stuck in strings when she tried to force it down. Whining like a puppy, she nursed the last of it from his convulsing rod and then he was shoving her down on the bed. She slumped there, a white string of prick-juice leaking from the corner of her mouth, her chest heaving with anguish. She felt Jimmy tying something around her ankles. He left her wrists bound behind her back. She didn't know how much time had passed. Her eyes were closed and she didn't feel like opening them. Then Jimmy pushed a gag into her mouth and tied it with something that went behind her neck.
"Be back in a little bit, sugar . . ."
Kristine felt paralyzed. The fear had numbed her and made her tired. She teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. Then she slept.
Chapter Five
Johnny was watching me. I knew that he knew I wasn't my usual self. It was supposed to be the time of year when everybody got loose and goofed off. Summer. No school. I didn't even have a job to bug me. But I had something else. I had Julian in my thoughts so thick that I couldn't remember my own name half the time.
"You seen Kristine around lately?" he asked. He was working in the library at the college for the summer. Dad had got him the job.
"No, not since she was with some cowboy."
"Cowboy, huh?" Johnny pretended to be reading the sports section. I knew he was wondering about Kristine's private life. He folded the paper finally and finished his coffee. He was big for nineteen, tall and well-built and good-looking. If I'd been Kristine, I sure wouldt've given him a second look. But then that was her business. Johnny took a last gulp of coffee and swung out the door, his long hair flopping over his collar.
I was alone. Mom was shopping, dad was at work. But I wasn't alone either. I was feeling Julian again. Pressed up against my body. Touching me, kissing me, loving me. Oh how I wanted to see him. I knew I couldn't wait as long as I should.
I walked through the house, my nighty billowing out around my ankles. The slide of the sheer material against my nakedness did things to me that it hadn't ever done before. My nipples were pushing out the front of it. I could see the dark-brown fingers just under the nylon. And when I pushed a palm up over one, my whole body shuddered with the electric pleasure.
Panting, I went upstairs. I would dress and go out somewhere and try and get my mind off Julian until it was time to see him again. What had he said? Next week is what he'd told me. It was next week! And he hadn't so much as called. Of course he would be afraid of getting my mom or dad. Or maybe my brother. But he could say he'd call back. Oh, I was going crazy. I longed to go down to The Pink Cadillac and wait till he had time to at least talk to me. But I wasn't sure that would please Julian. I didn't want to make him angry with me.
I went in the bathroom and stood before the full-length mirror. What did Julian see in me? It was funny that now I could see myself differently. Some of the things about my body I'd taken for granted before seemed more important. I was seeing them in a new light. Like my tits. Julian had gone on about them. Just the way he'd caressed them with his hands, sucked them with his mouth. . . I knew he thought of them differently than I had in the past. I undid the tie of my nighty and let it fall open. They were pretty big, all right!
Gingerly I pushed a fingertip against one swollen nipple. It pushed back and a thrill ran through my belly and down under my cunt-mound. Juice began to seep. I rocked my hips to make a slight friction and a low moan escaped my throat. With a hand under each tit, I lifted them slightly. The pull of the flesh from my chest made me tremble. They
were heavy! And the feel of them was like no other part of my body. They were soft . . . but firm, too. When I stood on tiptoes and then dropped hard onto my heels, the tit-flesh jiggled like only that part of my body could. Now I noticed that my belly was sucking deep under my ribcase as I breathed faster. My glance stopped at my cunt. The dark strip of hair that curved under and out of sight. Julian had pressed his cock into all that hair and the cunt-lips had parted around his rod and .....
"Ohhhhhh! Julian!"
I didn't even think about it when I picked up that shampoo bottle. It was long and round and slender, with a funny-shaped cap. But I had it and I had a bottle of hand lotion, too. I hurried to my room and shut the door. Then I fell backwards on the bed, my nightgown fluttering back and open to expose my curves. The lotion made a slurpy sound as I squeezed some out onto the glass bottle. It was just about the right size. I was breathing hard now. I knew what I wanted to feel. If I imagined hard enough, maybe ....
"Hnnnnnn!" It tickled my hole as I pushed. It was so cold! But I didn't have time to run hot water on it or anything. My pussy was flooding juice and the cunt-lips had peeled back when I'd pulled my heels up the bed. My knees were bent sharply and flopped back so that I could get to my hole better. The bottle slid in my cunt a few inches. I worked it back and forth, my face to one side, eyes closed tightly as I tried to imagine Julian. His lovely, hot cock. Fucking me slowly, tantalizingly.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Julian!"
But the glass was too smooth, too slick. I wallowed it around so that I could feel something. Even my cunt seemed to know it wasn't real. It wasn't tightening and clasping around this thing like it had around Julian's prick. I plunged it deep, as deep as it would fit. There was a pressure deep, deep inside me. I guess I had reached the very end of my cunt! I wiggled the bottle around. It felt good, but it wasn't making me go crazy like Julian's cock had.
"Damn..." Already I'd broken my promise to myself. I hadn't wanted to touch my own body . . . not after Julian had touched it. After his lovemaking, I felt that my flesh was kind of sacred somehow. Well, now I'd ruined that little dream. And I still wasn't coming close to satisfying the consuming hunger inside.
I fingered my clit roughly and felt it rising sluggishly from the soft, drenched pussy-tissues surrounding it. I rubbed and pinched it until it was almost as firm as one of my nipples. My heart pounded faster now. I was getting turned on. But it was a second-rate imitation of what Julian had done.
Finally I swung my legs off the bed and got up. I put the bottle and hand lotion back in the bathroom. Then I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to get dressed. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to see Julian. Just a touch of his hand would excite me more than the finger-fucking I might do for the next year.
I chose a lacy white dress my mother had given me almost a year before. It was a little too short for the styles now, but I had always liked the way it showed off my knees. I had nice knees. They weren't too bony and not too plump. I chose my sexiest pair of sandals and got them tied around my ankles. Kristine had a pair just like them. Actually I'd bought mine after seeing hers. Kristine had good taste. Thinking of my friend made me smile. Maybe I'd stop by and see her after going to Julian's shop. Maybe I could even find the nerve to tell her what had happened. That I was in love with Julian.
I brushed my hair until it shone. I thought of putting on some makeup but let it go. If Julian liked me, he liked me for what I was. And at sixteen I didn't really know how to use makeup yet. Maybe he would teach me. Oh, how I loved him!
Julian was in the back of his shop, waiting on another customer when I came in. Miss Jones, his salesgirl, asked if she could help me. I told her I was just looking around. I pretended to be looking through the racks as I worked my way back. Julian gave me a quick smile and kept on talking to his customer. At last she found something she wanted and he went up front to make the sale. When he came back to where I waited, he had a funny expression.
"I can't really see you today, Valerie. I'm pretty busy." He shrugged. "It's hard to talk in the shop like this."
"I just had to see you!" I circled my arms around his back and pulled myself close. I could tell it had an effect on him. I could smell his cologne and feel the heat through his expensive shirt. "Nobody can see us back here. Kiss me, Julian. Just once! I'm going crazy, darling!"
Julian held my face and kissed me. I gave him as much of my mouth as I knew how, moaning softly at the wet, slick rub of his lips against mine. I knew it was useless to make out there in The Pink Cadillac. But my cunt was surging and seeping juice and I felt the hunger so strongly!
I slipped a hand down his belly. . . down, down. He didn't like it when I searched out the thick, long shape in his pants. I squeezed his cock daringly and began to kiss his neck and face. I was crazy with want. Julian began to breathe harder. I prayed that he felt what I felt.
"Do something to me!" I pleaded in hot whispers against his ear. "Do something, please, Julian. I have to have it! You changed me the other night... forever."
I'd never talked like that in my life. I was shameless. And I knew that the stories I'd read about being in love were at least partly true. I couldn't think of my own pride. I could only think of us together. Me and Julian. Julian and me.
"Not here . . ."
"Yesssss!
He tried to escape my lips, but I found them and kissed him deeply. My tongue pushed against his and at last he sucked it hard. His fingers were searching up my bare thighs, up the backs of them.
Then he felt the edge of my lace panties and his breathing went crazy. I gasped happily as his touch deepened and he kneaded the plump firmness of my ass-cheeks. Then he was prying the damp nylon crotchpiece to one side. I shivered like a feverish child. His finger edged the furred cunt-lips and then he plunged one of them up into the silky, slick heat of my hole.
"Uhnnnnnn!" My head flopped weakly against his shoulder. He finger-fucked me slowly. Ohhh, he could do it so much better than I could. I kissed his ear. "Fuck me, Julian. I'm begging you! I want it right now! I think I'll go crazy if I can't have it."
"Listen, Valerie, listen to me!" He glanced towards the front of the store. I didn't give a damn where Miss Jones was. "Valerie, you're sixteen years old. I'm in my thirties. If we were discovered doing what we're doing, I'd be finished in this town. I think I made that clear the other night. We have to be more careful." He stopped moving his finger in my cunt so I would listen. "My concern is for you, what it would do to you if the truth came out."
"I don't care."
"Come back in a few minutes. Miss Jones will be gone for lunch and I'll lock the shop up. But for Christ sake, come in the alley entrance."
When I went out the front door, Miss Jones looked at me in a strange way. I couldn't tell if she suspected something or not. My mind was a muddle of half-begun sensations, of want so strong I could taste it. I went to the drugstore across the street and ordered a Coke and waited. When Miss Jones came out the front of The Fink Cadillac, I paid my check and hurried to the alley like Julian had told me to. He opened the back door and shut and locked it behind me.
"Ohhh, Julian!" I tore at the front of his pants. He seemed suprised at my eagerness.
"I didn't know you were..." He stopped and petted my head. "I mean, you were so quiet before. And shy, too."
"I don't know what happened," I gasped. I had his pants down and my hands trembled as I searched inside his shorts. I found his prick and pulled it out.
"Not back here . . . come on . . ."
I followed him to a dressing booth. He pulled me inside and closed the door and latched it. I was sitting on the little seat, his cock level with my face. Julian smiled and widened his stance before me.
His hands were gentle, but they guided my mouth even with the pulsing, bluish tip of his prick. Of course I'd talked about such things with Kristine. I guess all girls talked about how it might feel to give a blow-job or how weird it might be. But now this was real. My love wanted me to suck his cock!
I was panting, looking at the heavy, dark crown. A tiny droplet of something hung at the tip. Julian stroked the skin of the shaft and the droplet shivered and fell. Then he made a sound in his throat and gently urged his hand against the back of my neck. I tried not to think. I just parted my lips and let them ride over the dry, taut skin of his cock-head. My spit quickly slickened it so that it glided along my tongue. Then I stroked the lumpy bottom of the shaft and Julian's belly heaved. I stroked again, not knowing what I was doing. Whether it was right or wrong. But Julian's sounds seemed right. I made my tongue into a curved trough and shoved it back and forth, experimenting. I was still feeling faint from the newness of my experience, the fact that a man's cock was inside my mouth. It wasn't as easy to smother those kind of thoughts as I'd imagined.
"Yeah . . .like that. . ."
Julian caressed my neck and shoulders. There I was on my knees in a changing booth in his boutique. Sucking Julian's cock! Again my head swam with uncertainty. Maybe this wasn't the right way for a girl to act. Even if she was in love.
The spit crackled at the corners of my mouth. I sucked air through my nose. I was dying for him to fuck me! But I didn't want to do the wrong thing at the wrong time. The spongy rub of his cock between my lips was getting me hot now that I was used to the strangeness of it all. In fact, I was starting to like it more than I'd believed I would've been able to. This was love, wasn't it? Sucking your man's cock? But did he want me to make him come? And if he did come, would I be able to keep my mouth on his prick? Would I get sick or throw up all his cum on the floor or something worse?
I took my mouth slowly away from his dick. The flared part made a sucking sound when it came free of my lips and a string of drool hung from my chin. I looked up into Julian's brown eyes.
"Fuck me . . . Ohhh, please!"
By now the silky crotchpiece of my panties was dripping with pussy-butter. I worked my hips and felt the slickness spread.
"I don't have anything to use," Julian said. "You'd get pregnant." My heart fell.
"It'll be okay," I lied. "Let's take a chance!"
"You're crazy!"
"Just put it inside me for a little while then! I feel so empty!"
Julian lifted me up and held the front of my dress up. I wiggled my panties down and left them around one ankle. I stood on tiptoes in my sandals while Julian bent his knees a little and got under me. I felt the hot tip forcing my cunt-lips back. Then he slid his cock into the deep soft of my hole and I wiggled wildly to skewer myself on it.
"Hhuuuuu!"
"Don't get too crazy," Julian warned. "I'm pretty close already . . ."
"Honey, it feels so hot and hard and lovely! Ohh, God, Julian, I love fucking with you!"
The feel of my young cunt opening before his streamlined prick was breathtaking! I could hardly keep standing. If Julian's hands hadn't been pressing against the small of my back, I would have folded up.
"It hurts a little," I gasped. "I guess I'm still sore from the other night."
Julian's cock surging and pulsing, tight in the clasping heat of my pussy. "Ohhh, it feels so good to move! I can't keep still."
His fingers dug into my ass hard. The sharp pain made me freeze. For a while all I could hear was the pounding of our hearts. But my cunt wouldn't stay quiet. It was working like some animal that had a mind all its own! I could feel the velvet-smooth surfaces squeezing and sliding around the thick meat Julian had shoved up into me!
"God, you're lovely," he breathed, kissing me hard on the mouth. He was more passionate than he'd been when I'd first come in the shop. Now it was almost like it'd been in the motel that first night! Even with the bright lights of the boutique blazing. I clung to Julian's neck and tried to lift my legs. He helped me climb up so that I could wrap my, thighs around his waist. He held me like that as my butt started squirming down on his wonderful, stiff prick again. Now he was really getting deep!
"Julian . . . Ohhh, honey, this is heaven! I knew falling in love would be the best thing in the world and it is!"
"Valerie . . . honey, you're moving again . . .'
"Ohhh, I'm in love, I'm in love!"
I kissed his mouth. I was trying hard not to be so wiggly, but if only Julian could feel what I felt! My pussy was stretched bigger now than it had been when we'd first fucked. It made it better really. It fit his cock better and rubbed it better. Because his cock was rubbing me better!
My butt danced in his spread fingers as he held me up. I clenched my legs tight around his middle, locking my ankles so I could hang there better. His cock was like a pole on a merry-go-round. I rode up and down it and squirmed like crazy to feel that bulging head rake the sides of my cunt! I couldn't be as quiet as he wanted. It was like an itch I couldn't resist scratching. The glow in my cunt was like a small sun being born. Shudders of pleasure racked my body. My toes fanned out, my calves knotted with tension. I only wished I could rub my bare tits against his chest. At least I could mash them up against his body, though his shirt and my dress separated our flesh.
"Unhook your legs . . . Valerie!"
I kissed Julian's neck, letting my tongue do the things his had done to me. I was learning that a man liked his neck licked as much as a girl did. I was getting so excited I was about to pop! If Julian could just let me come! I knew it wouldn't take me but a few more seconds. The butter dripped from my hole. I shoved a hand down frantically to feel where our bodies were joined. My trembling fingertips traced the thickness of his shaft where it had raped back the plumpness of my cunt-lips. In an instant my fingers were dripping with my flooding juice. It smacked noisily around Julian's cock-shaft as I lifted my body over him and then let myself fall. .. let his hot cock spear my cunt deep again!
"Nhuuuu! Nhuuuuu! Nhuuuuuu!" I gasped, concentrating on the flicker of itchy fire that was lapping around my clit. My mouth went crazy on his face as my come seemed about to explode. I knew men must be able to keep from doing it. Especially Julian. He was so experienced as a lover, wasn't he? He was married anyhow. My mind glossed over all but the hunger that was gnawing at my pussy! I had to feed that itchy ecstasy! I knew how wonderful it would feel when the full power of my climax burst inside me like a million stars!
"Valerie . . . you better get off me!" Julian clawed frantically at my ass. I knew he was close. But I was coming! It would be over in a second and then I could get loose somehow. I didn't think of anything reasonably. I was fucking myself into paradise and I couldn't bother with details.
I hugged his chest and humped my cunt up and down on the stiff heat of his prick. My cunt spasmed suddenly, sucking down around his hot cock as my fluids dripped down to wet Julian's balls. It was glorious! The hottest, keenest pleasure in the world rushed over my flesh. I flopped my head weakly on Julian's shoulder and plunged my bloomed cunt against his body.
"Huuuuhhh! Nhhhuuuuu... Ohhh, Julian... kiss . . . me. .. Ohhhhh, it feels wonderful . . . Julian? What's wrong?"
Julian's face was twisted in agony. Then he jerked and I felt the tip of his cock throb suddenly bigger inside my hole.
"Oh, nooo!" he gasped and then he was grinding hard up against me. I could feel the hot passion of his clutching, clawing fingers as he pulled my ass down hard, forced my fucked pussy down farther over his cock. Then something else was dripping out of my cunt. I was still coming. I couldn't even think of it yet, what it meant. That Julian had jetted his white, hot jizz deep inside my cunt.
The sound came to us sharply, suddenly. Somebody was rapping on the glass of the front door. And they wouldn't go away!
"Jesus Christ," Julian swore, lifting me slowly up. I felt a flood of his cock-sap dribble out with the tip of his cock as he pulled it free of my tight clasping cunt. I couldn't stand on my own legs. I slumped down on the little seat inside the booth and hung my head weakly as I watched white strings of jizz leak out of my fucked-raw pussy. Julian pulled his clothes on hurriedly. I heard him go up front. Then he was opening the door, talking to someone.
It didn't take me but a second to realize it was his wife! I held my breath. I couldn't hear the words spoken, but I knew it was an argument of some kind. Thank God she didn't know I was there. I touched a finger to the slimy curds as they leaked from my hole. Slowly the truth was dawning. I'd made a terrible mistake. I'd let Julian come inside my cunt! It had seemed so unimportant when my own passion had been burning so hotly. But now! I felt like crying. Instead I kept still and quiet, waiting for Julian to come back to me.
At last he let his wife out of the shop and I heard his footsteps.
"That was almost the end of it," he said. He looked white-faced and sweaty. His hands shook as he picked up my panties. "You've got to get out of here. We can't see each other for a while."
"Oh, no! I'll go crazy, Julian! I love you!"
"Just for a while," he said. He watched me dam my hole with a hankerchief. "How many days since your last period?"
"I don't remember. I never keep track. . ."
"That's just great." He looked mad. His face was still white. "I think my wife suspects something too. When I took you to the motel the other night . . . she suspects all right."
He left me to dress. When I came out, Julian's face was grim. He led me to the back door and let me out into the alley. I felt thman terrible.
"When?" I tilted my face up for him to kiss. He brushed my lips.
"As soon as I can."
"Do you . . . care about me, Julian?"
"Of course I do. I was just a littler nervous in the store. I'll be in touch."
He shut the door. I went down the alley feeling miserable. I felt so low that I just had to tell somebody about what had happened. The only person I could think of was Kristine. Besides being my best friend, she would understand better than anyone else. At least she'd listen. I went through town, feeling the slick jizz still sliding from my cunt. If I wasn't knocked up, it would sure be lucky. I strained to remember when my last period had been. Two weeks ago? Three? Four? Maybe it was about to start again. Oh, hell, I just didn't know. I cut into the residential part of town and hurried down the tree-shaded walk.
I was about to ring the doorbell for the third time when the man came around the side of the house. He was a guy of medium height with muscled back and shoulders. He had a nice smile. He walked with a rolling kind of gait and since he had on a cowboy shirt, I made the connection.
"If you're looking for your friend Kristine, she's outta town." He had a pair of work gloves stuck in a hip pocket. "Her folks hired me to fix up a few things around the place." He rocked back on his heels and looked at me.
"Wow, Knstine didn't say anything about leaving. I'm sure she would have called me."
"She had to go pretty sudden. Her folks wanted her to join them." He sucked a tooth. "So she told me to tell you if you dropped around." His smile was more than just friendly now. I felt myself react, felt the blood hot in my ears. I shrugged, half started to leave.
"It's funny. I just saw her this morning. Driving up Main Street." His eyes didn't change. "You're sure she left town?"
"That's all they told me," he said. He took his gloves out and put them on. "Well, ma'am, I gotta get back to work."
I watched him turn the corner of the house. Then I went back to the street and walked towards home. Something didn't seem right. Something bothered me about the way Kristine had just up and left without so much as a phone call. Unless I'd been out when she'd tried to get a hold of me.
I was probably being silly. And after another block or two I'd almost forgotten about Kristine. I was thinking of Julian. My Julian. I put a palm against my belly. If I was pregnant . . . Ohh, I just couldn't bear to think of it!
CHAFTER SIX
Kristine only knew that it was afternoon and that she'd been untied and pushed into the bathroom. When she reached down to lock the door, the knob was gone. Jimmy Weslyn's boots clomped in the hall. He was out there. Waiting. Watching that she didn't try anything. She washed herself thoroughly, dabbing the dried blood from her blonde beaver and then sponging her fresh wound. She wanted to look at herself in the mirror to see what had happened to her deflowered cunt. But she was afraid that maybe Jimmy was peeking somehow. She felt like a million eyes were watching her. She soaped her face and arms and hands. She washed her titties, too. She didn't want any of his spit left on her. She was afraid to run the tub full. Just why, she wasn't sure. But her mind wasn't working very clearly either.
"You about through in there?" Jimmy called. Kristine didn't have any clothes in there with her so she wrapped a big bath towel around her tits and body and fixed it so it wouldn't come loose. But when she stepped outside, Jimmy snatched it away from her.
"No more clothes as long as I'm around." He leered at her, licked his lips. "Jesus, what a piece of ass you are." Then she saw the chain glittering in his fingers.
"What's that?"
"For you, sweetheart." He slipped it around her small neck. It was a chrome-linked choke chain like dog trainers used. The cold metal made her shiver. Jimmy cinched it down until it was almost tight but could still slip around against her skin. Then he dropped a tiny padlock through the links and clicked it shut.
"I picked up this stuff at the hardware store," he laughed. "Looks like a perfect fit."
"What are you doing to me? What is all this?"
Jimmy jerked the collar and it hurt her. Krishne put a hand up and tried to pull the chain back from her skin. It wasn't going to budge. Jimmy snapped the loop into a long leather leash. Then he tied that to one of his belt loops.
"From now on, you don't speak unless I tell you to," he drawled. "Now come on. I want you to fix me something to eat."
"Can't I put some clothes-Owww!" Jimmy had jerked the leash. The links of the chain dug into her neck. Kristine staggered forward against his chest. She was in the doorway of her own room now and could see her reflection in the dresser mirror. Her blonde hair flowing down her naked back. Her white skin, her long legs. And that glistening bright chain. The image was so strange to her that she felt dizzy for a moment. Jimmy's hard hands felt up her body. He pinched until she squealed and twisted in his embrace, but he wrapped the leash around his fist again and pulled her slowly down to her knees.
Kristine trembled there, forced to look up at him. She opened her mouth, but the chain wouldn't let her make any words. Jimmy relaxed his grip of the leash a little.
"Now we understand each other, right?"
Kristine nodded and dropped her eyes. Then he was jerking the leash again, forcing her up onto her feet. She staggered behind him down the hall, downstairs. He tugged her into the kitchen and told her to get to work.
At first she didn't know what to do. Then she got her mind to working and got out some bread and cheese and a can of soup. He held the end of the leash to let her have enough so that she could walk around the kitchen. She didn't have the guts to look at him much. He had a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. Kristine wished she could cry, but she was too damned scared. She'd never been so scared in her life. She was certain that when this maniac tired of his little game, he'd murder her.
With trembling hands she set his meal on the kitchen table. He ate quickly, looking at her every so often. Kristine had slowly edged towards the drawer where the knives were kept. There was a big butcher knife in there somewhere. She wondered if she could get to it and would have the nerve to use it. She knew she wouldn't. She bowed her head in defeat.
"I don't know what you wanta put on clothes for anyway," Jimmy laughed. "You look too damned good without them." He jerked his head towards the refrigerator. "Any beer in there?"
Kristine opened the door and got one out. Jimmy drank half of it before he put the bottle on the table. Then he finished his sandwich and got up. He wrapped the leash through his belt again so that she had to follow him a few steps back.
Whenever he turned to stare at her, Kristine dropped her eyes. She felt ashamed, almost like an animal.
"You look like you could be trained to fuck real good," he said, motioning with the beer. "So far you don't know shit."
I -"Shut up!"
Kristine bit her lip. A tear formed at the corner of her eye. She blinked and it fell down her cheek.
"Don't try any of that sob-sister stuff." Jimmy jerked the leash and pulled her face so close she could smell the beer on his breath. "You hear me?
"Y-Y-Yes . . ."
He took another huge swallow of beer, washed it around in his mouth and swallowed it down. He hadn't shaved since she'd first met him. He looked rough. He looked like a bad man.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he said, voice threatening, "and if you don't kiss me like I think you should kiss me . . ." He snapped the leash and it made her choke chain jingle. "Understand?"
Kristine nodded. She opened her mouth to him completely and when he sucked at her tongue, she gave him that, too. She moaned a little and tried to pretend she was enjoying it. The funny thing was that after a few moments, her heart had started to pound. She could feel the little tingles she always got when she was making out with a guy. Her belly fluttered excitedly. Jimmy Weslyn sucked at her lips and the friction of his probing tongue sent throbbing bursts of pleasure down through her body. Then his thick fingers probed into the flesh of her ass and he gave her his tongue to suck for a while. She didn't want to at first. But he speared again and again with it, pushing it hard between her teeth. She curved her cheek in and lapped at it with her tongue. The suction made their spit mingle. Oh, why was he doing that with his hands?
Jimmy jerked the choke chain and she staggered back.
"Don't look at me unless I say you can," he spat. She dropped her lids quickly. "Hey, I like that. You're learning fast, baby. Like a good horse."
He laughed and ran his fingers down her neck, down to her small titties. His thumb toyed with a nipple. Kristine kept her eyes down; another sharp sensation of pleasure went through her. But there was fright and fear and hatred, too. She hated this awful man!
"You know what we're gonna do now?" Jimmy asked, voice surprisingly quiet. Kristine shook her head slowly. She was afraid to speak. "We're gonna go upstairs and you're gonna give me a bath. That beer made me feel lazy. Think I better take one with me, too."
He led her to the kitchen and Kristine got another beer from the refngerator. Then they went upstairs.
She ran the tub while the cowboy sat on the commode, the leash in one hand, his beer in the other.
When the tub was full, he stuck out a foot. Kristine pulled off each boot and then his socks. He let her take down his pants and underwear. She felt faint when she saw that awful cock that had speared inside her virgin cunt. She was still very sore between the legs from that. She was praying that somehow she would escape any further attacks on her body. But in the back of her mind she had to accept the awful fact that sometime, somewhere, Jimmy Weslyn would want to fuck her again.
"You virgins can sure mess a man all up," Jimmy said. "Look at my cock there. It's all bloody around the balls where you didn't lick it clean."
Kristine felt her face redden. All of a sudden she was starting to blush. She'd never blushed in her life, not until she'd met this. .. this animal. No! He was worse than any animal. Animals wouldn't act like this.
Jimmy got in the bathtub. The water lapped under his chin as he slid down. Kristine saw his thick, half-hard cock bob above the surface. She was standing as far away from him as she could. The cowboy was looking at her cunt. When his eyes met hers, she closed them obediently.
"Start soaping, honey."
Kristine got down on her knees by the side of the tub and lathered her hands. Then she worked the white suds under Jimmy's arms and across his chest. The feel of his skin so slick with soap had a funny effect on her. She didn't like this man. She hated him! But her fingers were picking up different vibrations. His muscles felt so nice under her palm as they snaked and slid under. She soaped his belly, too, and then stopped. The momentary pleasure was gone.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Uhhh . . . I . . ."
"Shut up! I told you to keep quiet unless I told you you could speak."
Kristine bowed her head. Soap bubbles dripped from her fingertips. She started to soap him again. But she couldn't bring herself to clean his cock! It was making her tremble just to be close to the base of it, the place where it grew like a snake from his groin.
"Maybe I'd like to hear you talk after all," Jimmy said, sipping his beer. "Yeah, you tell me how it feels to wash a man's cock and balls, okay?"
Kristine shook her head. "I. .. I couldn't. .."
"You'd better!" The threat in his voice was like a Bowie knife. Kristine swallowed and felt the choke chain move slightly. Then she soaped her hands until the lather dripped down her elbows in thick waves.
"Hell, you got plenty of soap! Let's get on it. . . now!"
Kristine was shaking when she first put her soapy hands against his crotch. Jimmy had pushed his body up out of the water so the soap wouldn't just float away. She worked the lather into the thick hair around his cock and then began to rub it against his balls.
"Start talking, dammit! I couldn't shut you up thirty minutes ago!"
"It's hard." She reddened. "But you know that."
"I like to hear it again. From you. Tell me again, Krissy baby!"
"It's hard. Real hard. I can feel it kind of throbbing." She moved her circled fingers up the shaft until they were stopped by the flared crown of his cock-head. "It's even hotter up . . . here. And when I rub the soap across the . . . end, it gets bigger." She sucked a breath. "Do I have to go on?
"Talk!" The choke chain moved against the flesh of her neck.
"Your. . . balls . . . feel loose. In that. . . sac, I guess that's what it is . . ."
Kristine felt an odd tremor in her throat and chest. Just saying all this was doing terrible things to her. She was actually getting excited. Jimmy's cock felt so heavy and spongy and firm floating just out of the water. And her hands slipped over it so easily. The cowboy's chest heaved as she moved the lather around his cock-tip.
"It's really hard now, and the veins are all swollen out along the bottom . . ." She bit her lip. "My ass needs a nice, gentle washing, too," Jimmy breathed.
He had his eyes closed. He looked peaceful now, not so mean. Kristine shuddered as she pushed a finger back behind the big man's balls. She didn't want to touch him there under the water where his asshole was. She thought it would be horrible to ever touch a man there! But her fingers slid easily between the muscled halves of his ass. He shivered as her fingenail touched the tight pinch of his shitter.
"Huuuuu . . . now that's fine. . . really good." He grunted and drank beer, spilling most of it down his chin. "Keep pushing, honey. It needs a little work inside!"
"No!" Kristine jerked her hand away, then remembered the chain around her neck and what Jimmy had ordered her to do. She quickly put the finger back against his tight asshole and began to work it in circles.
"That's better. Don't be telling me what you'll do and what you won't do. I'll decide that." He rested back in the tub again. "Use both hands. I like my cock touched, too."
Kristine kept smoothing soap up and down the cowboy's cock while she wormed her forefinger around against his asshole. He kept moving and shifting in the tub. It obviously felt very good to him. And though she didn't want to be interested, Kristine found herself very interested. She found that certain spots were not especially sensitive. And that others were like setting off explosions. Jimmy's asshole was loosening, too. She could feel the muscles opening, opening to her touch.
"Get on up inside me, damnit. Go ahead like I told you!"
He was grunting his words out, chewing them short at the ends. She pushed in against his shitter but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. His cock bulged like it was going to burst at the tip. Her hand jacked slowly up and down his prick-shaft, soap curds plopping into the water.
"Damn it. . ."
Jimmy's face was contorted. The beer slipped closer to the water. Kristine realized then that he wasn't going to let her have any peace until she did what he wanted .-. . everything he wanted. She bit her lip and then curved her finger just right. Then she pushed hard. The tight muscle opened more easily than she'd expected and she felt two knuckles slide deep into the cowboy's asshole.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped with surprise.
"Uhhhnnnnnn," was all Jimmy said. His eyes fluttered. The beer slipped from his hand and floated on its side in the suds, leaking brew into the tub. Kristine felt his cock wilt suddenly in her hand and then begin to pump firm again. She moved the finger inside Jimmy's asshole and his cock curved over again, losing blood back into his system. She pumped her hand up and down the prick-shaft and immediately it began to harden like before. Kristine's eyes were wide. She was discovering something, she wasn't quite sure just what.
"Son . . . of . . . a. . . Uuuuhhhhh!" Jimmy's head fell to one side. She could push deeper into his butt now that his muscles were relaxing. It was weird how she didn't mind it now that she was inside his butt. She could feel all kinds of things. There was a lump just a few inches deep that throbbed with a life of its own. She scraped her sharp fingernail across it and Jimmy's mouth fell open. His cock leaped up from his belly and pounded hotly against her palm.
"Talk!" he managed to say.
"There's something I can feel." Kristine dug at the hidden lump again. "There. When I touch it, your cock does funny things. Sometimes it gets hard, sometimes it gets soft."
"Jesus," Jimmy growled. He had forgotten the spilled beer now. The brown bottle bobbed among the soap bubbles. "Jesus Christ!"
Kristine shoved her finger up into his asshole as far as it would go. His circle of muscle constricted suddenly around her knuckle. His cock grew huge at the crown. She danced her fingernail against that lump in his guts, danced it as fast as she could. That was when she noticed that the cowboy had stopped breathing. His face was flushed. A dribble of saliva leaked from one corner of his mouth. And his cock! It was jumping with a steady rhythm. Each time it jumped it slapped her hand. She moved her fingers up around the knob and began to rub it gingerly with lather again.
"Ahhhhh . . . uhhnnn . . . huuuuu," Jimmy babbled. His asshole tightening more every second, squeezing her finger, holding it there where she probed and dug and tickled at his secret gland.
That strange, sucking sensation frightened Kristine. She didn't mean to, she didn't want to give Jimmy reason to be angry. But she pulled her finger out of his asshole before she could think. She just jerked it free quickly, her other hand still massaging the taut, velvety head of his cock. The erupting fountain of white jizz that bolted from the tip made her squeal with surprise. It was a thick, strong stream that rose two feet into the air and then plopped into the soapy water of the tub. The next flood didn't spurt so high, but there was just as much of it. It oozed out thickly, hot against her trembling fingers. She watched the slick strings sink in the water like white snakes.
"Huhn . . . huhn . . . huhn . . ." Jimmy's eyes were still closed and he was sinking down deeper in the water. His fists banged weakly against the edge of the tub. Kristine knew she couldn't stop now. She smoothly milked the jizz from his balls, watching with shocked surprise at the huge amount that continued to bubble from that tiny slit at the very end of his prick. More white curds spread downward in the water. Her knuckles were stringy with jizz. She could smell the sharp aroma in the room. Jimmy smiled.
Then his cock was sagging as a last droplet slipped out and down the side of it. Kristine noticed that the hand which held the leash was open now. She kept rubbing his thigh muscles, massaging his belly. Jimmy's breathing was even and relaxed. His eyes were still closed. It looked like he was about to go to sleep.
Kristine was almost afraid to try. But she knew that this was her chance. She kept rubbing his muscles, but lightened her touch a little at a time so he wouldn't notice. His breaths were almost like snores now. She kept her eyes on the hand which held the leash. It closed slowly once and then opened again. With her free hand she began to ease the leather loop from around his fingers. Jimmy didn't make a move. He was sleeping! She was almost certain of it. She kept rubbing him, rubbing him. The leash came free and she froze for an instant, making sure he wasn't just tricking her. Gently she stopped her hands on his belly. He made a little noise in his throat but kept snoring.
Kristine crept from the bathroom, one hand holding the leather end of the leash, the other clamped against the chain at her neck so it wouldnt jingle. She went downstairs and picked up the phone. She dialed 0 and waited. But the operator wouldn't come on the line. She looked towards the stairs. He could wake up and come after her at any time. She pushed, the receiver button down, waited two seconds and then tried dialing again. This time she got a busy signal.
She put the phone back in its cradle and went into a downstairs bedroom. She tore the bedspread from a bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. Then she hurried towards the front door.
Jimmy Weslyn tackled her before she could reach it.
She tried to scream as she went sprawling, but he had come from nowhere and knocked the wind from her lungs. She felt his soapy body shoving her down into the rug. Then the chain went tight as he found the leash and jerked it.
"Get up, bitch!" She got up. She was standing there trembling. She could hear his angry breathing. Would he kill her now? A hot rivulet of piss trickled down her leg. Jimmy Weslyn slapped her hard across the face and she fell to her knees.
"Don't kill me . . . please!"
Jimmy's laugh was one of surprise. "Kill you? Shit, I ain't gonna kill you. I'm having a ball." He brought his fist close to her neck, the leash wrapped around it three times. "Ain't you having fun?" There was something in his eyes that told her she'd better give the right answer.
"I'm having fun," she breathed, looking at the floor. The chain went tight and she was jerked to her feet. Jimmy's beery breath puffed in her face.
"You just don't know how damned good you look in a dog chain, honey." He giggled at his joke. Then his face turned hard again. "But I think I'm gonna have to punish you for that last little trick."
"I did what you wanted," Kristine whined. "In the bathtub . . . I ."
"Oh, that was real nice all right," he drawled. "But when a mare misbehaves, you can't forget it just because she was being good the day before." He led her upstairs to her bedroom. Kristine was shivering all over with utter fear. She had no idea what Jimmy Weslyn was going to do to her.
"Stretch out across the bed." She did what he wanted. She was on her belly but he made her roll onto her back. Then he brought out something from her drawer. Another one of her nighties. He tore it into strips and bound one of her wrists to a bedpost. When he got through with that one, he started on the other. Then her feet, one to each post at the bottom of the bed. She was spread-eagled, stretched tautly across the mattress. With another piece of the ruined nightgown, the cowboy made a tight-fitting gag. He took time making sure there was no way she could rub it off.
"That'll hold you awhile," he said, standing back to examine his handiwork. "I'm going downtown for a while to pick up a little something for you," he laughed. "Oh, you're gonna like this."
Kristine moaned through the gag and tossed her head from side to side.
"You know, if you hadn't just cleaned my pipes, I think I'd jump on you for a little ride. But it'll be getting dark pretty soon. I want to catch a store open."
Jimmy left the room. Kristine could hear him getting his clothes from the bathroom. Then he was clomping downstairs and out of the house. She pulled against the silk ties. The tension that had built in her body while she'd jacked off the cowboy surged to the surface. Her nipples glowed and a new rush of cunt juice dripped from her slit. How could she be horny at a time like this? She hated the son of a bitch who'd tied her and degraded her like an animal . . . or worse. But her body tingled all the same. She was acutely aware of her nakedness and her helplessness.
"Ohhhhtmmmmmnnnnoooo..." she moaned through the gag. But it was happening! It wasn't just a bad dream. And in a little while, Jimmy Weslyn would be back.
Chapter Seven
"I wonder if I gave Kristine a call. .." Johnny scratched his head. "You think she'd go with me to that new movie in town?"
I pushed a fork around in my potatoes. I'd heard his words but hadn't made any sense out of them. I was feeling the ache inside me too much to listen. I was hurting for my Julian.
"What?"
"You're out in space somewhere tonight," my brother laughed. He finished his milk and wiped his lips with a napkin. "I was wondering whether or not Kristine would go out with me . . . like tonight."
"She's gone. "I pushed my fork through my food. I wasn't hungry. I had to see Julian, had to see him in a hurry. "She joined her folks I guess."
"I thought her folks had left her at home. I thought she didn't want to go with them." He looked at me questioningly.
"I don't know anything about it. That's just what the hired man said." I told Johnny about the guy I'd seen over at Kristine's house. He frowned.
"Sounds kinda weird. But anyway, that takes care of that." He got up. "Guess I just won't have to be turned down by her if I can't ask her." He started out of the kitchen. "You sure that's what that guy said? That she'd decided to join her folks?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Johnny shrugged. "Nothing much. Except that once I was talking to her in the hall at school. And she told me she hated being with her folks. Especially on vacations." He put his hands in his means. "Seems weird, that's all."
I couldn't begin to worry about why Kristine had decided to go with her folks. I had to see Julian. The longer I thought about what had happened between us, the stronger my feeling became. I had to get it straight exactly how he felt. For all I knew, I was in big trouble. For all I knew, a baby was growing in my tummy at that very moment. Julian's baby. Ohh, God, I didn't want that to be true, but how could I know? I had to hear Julian's assurances that he would stand by me. I didn't expect him to divorce his wife just like that and sell his business and leave town with me. But I had to have help if somehow one of Julian's sperm had made it.
It was dark when I told Mom I was going for a walk. Dad and here were watching TV and hardly looked up when I went out the front door. I walked straight as I could to the section of town where Julian lived. I knew I couldn't go barging right in on him or anything. But I had to figure out some way of seeing him. I couldn't phone him any more. I'd had to hang up on his wife three times in a row. It was plain to see that Julian wasn't answering the phone, and didn't intend to. I pushed aside the thought that he might be avoiding me.
There were lights on in his house when I came down the walk. I went on by and then came back again. I could see his wife and him at the dining table. They were talking, talking loud. It was more like an argument. I was too scared to sneak up to listen. Some neighbor might see me and call a cop. I went to the end of the block again and then cut down the alley. I wasn't sure which back yard belonged to Julian. Until I saw his dark-haired wife pass by a window. I went through the back gate and up to the side of the house. I could see them in the kitchen now, still arguing. The words came to me in snatches. I couldn't understand exactly what the problem was. Then the pretty woman who had Julian's name stalked out of the room and up the stairs. I went back into the yard behind the house. A door slammed upstairs and a room light flashed on. Julian went back into the front room and turned on the television.
I crouched in the grass behind a bush until the light upstairs went off again. Julian's wife was in bed. At least it sure seemed that way to me.
It was easy to slip in the back door. Julian didn't hear me until I came around the end of the sofa and touched his hand.
"Goddamn it, Valerie! What in hell are you . . ."
I melted into his arms.. . before he could keep me out.
"Talk to me Julian! Hold me! I'm scared I'm pregnant."
Slowly he wrapped his arms tighter around my back. I nuzzled in the nice smell of his neck, kissing him, whimpering with love. I'd been telling myself I'd just wanted to talk to Julian. But now that I was so close, now that I could see the soft swell between his legs . . . I wanted to fuck again. I wanted to give my lover my body. Like I had twice before.
"Valerie, this is ridiculous. Beth and I were just arguing about this very same thing." He pushed a hand through his thick hair. "She doesn't know who it is, but she knows I've been fooling around with somebody."
"Kiss me!" I pushed my open mouth up at him. He kissed me. Our tongues twisted and I whimpered and pushed a bold hand down his shirt front. He didn't try to stop me when my fingers slipped under his pants, under his Jockey shorts.
"Make love to me!"
I straightened his lovely cock and began to move the skin up and down the shaft.
"Ohhhhh, Valerie... Damn you anyway. You..." He kissed me wetly, forcing my head way back. My hands were going crazy on his cock and his breathing began to quicken.
"I want your cock inside me again! I'm crazy for it!"
The words were so unlike me. But I was getting used to saying things I wouldn't've dreamed of a week before. Julian was obviously caught up in my wild and daring passion. He milked at my mouth with his lips. His hands felt my body in a way that made the butter flood from between the lips of my cunt.
"There's a downstairs bedroom. I think we'll be safe in there."
Julian left the TV going. I followed him down a short hall and into a bedroom. He shut the door and turned off the lights. There was a glow from a streetlight outside. It caught the shape of his cock as he slipped down his pants. The feeling I got was so sudden and so intense that it scared me. But I found myself on my knees, groveling, pulling at his underwear so I could get that lovely, hot prick into my mouth. Julian groaned as his rod slid along my tongue. I fought against the urge to gag and let the bulging tip rake my throat.
"Valerie! Ohhhh, you're the hottest, prettiest . . . Uhhnnnnn!"
My panties were stuck tight against my cunt-mound and all the kinky hair was plastered down. When Julian's shaking fingers stretched my panties aside, I grunted with hunger and plugned my butt around wildly. He shoved two fingers as deep into my hole as they'd go. I gasped thankfully and worked my pussy up and down against the jabbing friction. My juice sucked and spilled down Julian's wrist.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I whimpered.
"Turn around, darling," Julian gasped. We were half sitting, half lying on the bed. I let Julian finish undressing and rest on his back on the mattress. Then he positioned me over him so that my pussy was there dripping above his open mouth. My knees were bent and I bent them more until I could feel his hot breath against my exposed gash. In that position my cunt was stretched as wide as it would go. Every fold, every cranny seeped hot juice. And there before my own mouth was Julian's cock! I grabbed it with both hands and plunged my mouth around it. Then I bobbed my head on his prick, keeping my lips in the shape of a plump 0.
"Ghhaaaaa!" he sighed, wallowing his mouth up hard against my throbbing pussy. I felt his tongue rake deep along my slit, felt him nurse my clit up out of its hiding place! I writhed my hips against the ecstatic friction. My tongue curled around the thick, hot cock in my mouth. I bobbed and bobbed and bobbed, sucking as best I could. It was hard to get to the sensitive underside. But when I did manage to lap at that part, too, Julian shivered all over and his mouth softened against my cunt.
"Baby. . ."
"Darling . . ."
Our panting breath filled the room. It had happened so fast. I knew that Julian desired me. It hadn't taken but a second to get him hot! He'd probably been thinking about me, dreaming about me! My tits hung heavy on my chest as I worked my wet mouth around Julian's cock.
I'd never dreamed I'd do anything like this . . . and love it! But I was in love. What could be better than sucking the cock of the man I loved? Just the shape of that spongy tip against the roof of my mouth made me whimper with passion. And Julian's mouth was inflaming my pussy! He speared his tongue into its flooding heat and sucked out my juice.
A shuddering moan came from my throat. I felt I was getting so close to coming . . . I didn't think I could keep my mouth on his cock much longer. It was so hard to concentrate with that fever ravishing my blossomed pussy! But I tried. I dropped my head down on his stiff dick and sucked as hard as I could.
My teeth grated against his knob and he trembled like I'd stabbed him. To show my lover that I was sorry for my mistake, I dropped my head until his cock penetrated the softness of my throat. Then I wallowed my head around in a circle, letting the soft, wet membranes around my tonsils caress his delicate cock-head. Julian made a coughing sound and I remembered that night at the motel, the first night he'd fucked me. He'd made noises like that then. Just before he came. But this time his cock was deep in my throat, not covered with some thin membrane.
When he came this time, it would fountain right into my mouth! I'd either have to swallow his jizz or spit it out. I knew I'd swallow it. Even if it choked me, I'd try. I wanted Julian to know that I was his, that I was worth taking a risk for.
"Valerie!" He writhed on the bed, his hands caressing my thighs. Then he plunged his tongue into my pussy again and dug deep against the throbbing folds. My juices were flowing freely now and they bathed his cheeks and chin with a glossy slickness. I could wallow my cunt all over him. I could feel his chin go in my hole and his nose rubbing between my inner labes. I dropped all my weight down on him and heard the sucking, gasping noise as he tried to get air.
His balls jerked high in their sac. My fingers caught them and rolled them excitedly. Then I felt that spasm up between his thighs, up in the heat of his body. And his cock-tip stiffened and beat against my throat.
"Valerieeeee!" He jerked and twisted on the bed. Something salty spit forcefully against my throat and I pulled my head up so that I could nurse the hot curds better. I wasn't afraid! I wanted to taste every droplet of his jizz.
"Mmmmmmmm!" The next frothy spurt covered my tongue and clung in hot stnngs. Now I knew! Now I could taste it good, and it wasn't such an awful taste! I curved my tongue and pulled it forcefully along the bottom of Julian's shaft, urging the thick fuck-sap from his tubes.
"Valerie . .. Valerie . .. Ohhhh, Valerie!"
Julian was having a hard time keeping his mouth going on my cunt. But I didn't mind. I was so close to coming that it would only take a few more licks. The foamy jizz slipped down my throat and I sucked for more. I was moaning as I bobbed my head, the hot seed popping in my flared nostrils.
Then the bedroom door was flung open and light flooded the room.
Julian threw me sideways. I rolled off the edge of the bed, bumped my head and came up on the floor on my knees, staring at a tall, dark-haired woman. It was Julian's wife! Then I felt the long string of his cum leak from the corner of my mouth. I wiped at it quickly but not before the woman's lips curled in disgust.
"You filthy little pig," she spat. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
I was so scared that I felt a trickle of pee seep from between my cunt-lips and darken the rug. Julian was trying to grab his pants from the floor. His wife jerked them away and flung them out into the hall.
"So you two decided to have a little party, did you?" She looked death at Julian and I saw him wilt. His face was smeared with my cunt juice. His cock was dark purple where'd I'd sucked the blood to the head. I shivered, wishing I were a million miles away. His wife turned on me again. "Are you that little slut he was seeing last year?" she yelled.
I found my voice. "What? What does she mean, Julian? I... I.. ."
"Oh, you're not the first, don't you know? But of course Julian wouldn't tell you that, would he? My husband has a pathological weakness for underage girls. Or didn't you know?"
"Will you quit screaming at her," Julian said. He had wrapped a blanket around his waist. He looked suddenly very silly. I wanted to cry. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them against my nakedness. Julian's wife went back upstairs. I could hear her crashing around doing something. I dressed and went to the kitchen where I washed out my mouth.
Julian came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulders.
"It wasn't true, was it?" I asked. "About those other young girls?"
"Of course not. She's mad at me. She wants to foul us up, of course." He took a deep breath and let it out. "You'd better get out of here, though. She's a real bitch when she's got a horse to ride."
I don't remember how I got home. I must have wandered around for hours. I thought of Julian and how I'd really loused things up. He would have to leave me alone now, maybe for good. I knew I'd really blown it. And I'd just wanted to make sure he loved me. I hadn't felt lower in my life.
When I went up the front steps, I could see my dad sleeping in front of the TV. Mom had gone upstairs. I went in the kitchen to have some orange juice. The taste in my mouth had gotten a little flat, and my teeth were slimy from the jizz that had pumped from Julian's balls. My brother was sitting at the table with an open beer. He was just nineteen, of course, but my folks let him have an occasional drink. In fact, it looked so good that I picked up the can and swigged some.
"I been thinking," he said, as if I'd been there listening to him all evening.
"About what?"
"About Kristine. I went over there this afternoon late. And I talked to that guy, that cowboy. But he sure acted funny. He was inside when I went around back; He came out and talked to me and acted like he was painting a room. But there wasn't a drop of paint on him."
"Maybe he's just neat." I didn't give a damn about my brother's wild imaginings. My own world seemed to be crumbling around me. I touched my belly. Was there something growing deep inside?
I put Johnny's beer back down. "I don't feel so good. I think I'll go to bed."
"Mom and Dad were kinda wondering where you were tonight. Had a date?"
"Yeah." I turned to the door.
"If I were you, I'd wash my hair," he said. He was grinning when I turned to look at him again.
"Cause your boy friend got something in it . . ." His snigger told me what he meant. I felt the dried cum where it'd matted a hunk of my hair together. I turned red and ran up the stairs. For some reason this last little embarrassment had devastated my emotions. I fell across my bed and bawled like a baby. Nothing would ever go right for me again! I wanted to scream! Finally I was so miserable that I sneaked downstairs to the telephone. Everybody had gone to bed now. I dialed Julian's number. I had to hear his voice. I didn't care what kind of chance I was taking. But the phone rang and rang and rang. Then I hung up and climbed the stairs slowly, dying inside.
Chapter Eight
Kristine was loose and running, the leash dragging on the stairs behind her. But before she could make it to the top step, Jimmy Weslyn stepped on the end and the choke chain cut into her neck. He was drunk. He'd gotten into her daddy's liquor cabinet and he was carrying a bottle of bourbon around in one hand as he staggered after her.
She had known when he'd untied her from her bed and told her he was going to give her a chance to get away that it would be a game of cat and mouse. Jimmy had no intention of letting her free. But what could she do but try?
"Caught you again, baby," he slurred. He had taken all of his clothes off to chase her around the big house. He rubbed a hand across her heaving back. Kristine was too numb, too scared to cry. She was still waiting for the time when he would decide he'd entertained himself enough. Then how would he get rid of her so she wouldn't talk?
"Downstairs," he ordered, pulling the leash. "You stay on all fours now. I like the way your ass moves when you're on your hands and knees." He led her into the front room and threw the leash over the arm of a chair.
"You stay right there," he barked. She watched him swagger off into the kitchen. God. he was crazy! And strong. She couldn't possibly battle him. When he came back, she could see the upward angle of his cock, could see how swollen it was.
The cowboy had a partial hard-on about half the time anyway. But now it was stiff and ready. She knew he was thinking of doing something with it now. He carried a bottle of cooking oil. "What are you going t-t-to do with that?"
He picked up the leash and dragged her into the middle of the room. Then as she trembled there on her hands and knees, Jimmy poured some of the oil onto the middle of her back. She jerked as its coldness shocked her.
"Hey, don't you like being on a leash, pretty girl? You like to put boys on a leash, don't you?" "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. You're a prick-tease. You fool around a lot but you don't deliver. You're afraid to really let a man get his spurs in you!"
Jimmy laughed and swigged bourbon. Then he started to spread the oil back over her ass... running a finger down between the cheeks until she wriggled from the strange feeling against her taut little asshole. The oil dripped farther, covered her fluffy cunt-mound with a shiny gloss. The cowboy put down his bourbon and poured on more oil.
"Ohhh, it's cold!"
"You rub some in, baby. That would look good."
She sat back on her haunches and did what he said. She smoothed the dripping oil across her tits. When her nipples slipped under her palm, she felt the electric pleasure connecting nerves in her body. Jimmy saw it, too.
"See, you're not so different. You just pretend you're better than everybody else. You want to prove your power over some poor goon with a hard-on." He pulled the leash until the choke chain dug into her neck.
Kristine dropped her eyes. In a way Jimmy was right. It didn't give him any right to treat her like this. But he had hit very close to a nerve. She had always thought she was better than most people. Especially boys her own age. She had always thought of them as a lowly kind of species. Just some kind of animal to be exploited. And it was so easy to exploit a teenage guy with overloaded balls. She'd chewed off more than she could swallow when she'd tackled this crazy cowboy.
"Let's see a little finger-fucking!"
"Nooooo!"
The chain jingled and cut into her neck as Jimmy gave it a jerk. She bit her bottom lip and then let a hand slide down her greased belly and tangle in the oil-matted curls that edged her cunt-lips. She was sitting on her heels, back straight, tits pushed out on her chest. She knew that Jimmy Weslyn was the first man who'd ever seen her completely nude. And that made her think of Johnny. Valerie's older brother. She'd heard his voice through the bedroom window while tied up. He'd been asking about her. He'd sounded worried. Kristine wanted to cry when she thought of the way she'd treated him. Calling him on the phone just to tease. Being extra sweet when she had no intention of ever dating him. Oh, how she would change all that now if she had a chance! Johnny was the only one who'd cared enough to check up on her. She'd wanted to scream from her bed, but the gag had been too tight, her wrists and. ankles bound to the bedposts. Johnny had finally gone away. Jimmy Weslyn was a convincing con man. Why would anybody doubt his story? He'd probably told the same thing to Valerie and to anyone else who happened around. And it was obvious to all that he wasn't robbing anything. That he was hanging around the place with a pair of work gloves. She guessed that they would find her strangled or bludgeoned or cut into little pieces when it was all over. Kristine shook her head hard, shook the thoughts away. She couldn't cope with that kind of fear. She had to try and believe that Jimmy would not hurt her seriously. That he would just leave when he got tired of playing this perverse game.
"Come on. Put your finger inside your cunt."
Kristine pushed a finger down her slit. She brushed against the shrunken nubbin of her clit. Immediately it surged back against her finger. She rubbed it up and down, stretching it away from the pink hood which hid it. The fleshy, slick finger grew hot with blood. It stiffened slightly and lifted from the juicy pussy-membranes that surrounded it.
Jimmy Weslyn shoved her knees wider apart. Her pussy bloomed open and she knew he could see her cunt dripping juice and the oil he'd poured over her gash. She worked the finger up and down her slit, blushing violently. The cowboy got down on his stomach so he could see better. His eyes were crazy with the booze.
"I never seen a pussy like yours. It's like a sea shell. One of those kind that's all pink inside."
Kristine closed her eyes. She was trying hard not to let the excitement take her. But she couldn't resist the subtle friction of her own oily fingertips. She smoothed lighter, but that only made it worse. Then Jimmy was getting up, pulling the leash to make her get onto her hands and knees again.
He mounted her from behind, jolting her forward so hard that her arms almost collapsed from the weight of his muscled body.
"Ohhh. .. please. .. you-"
"What's this 'please' shit? I bet you never gave a guy anything just because he asked please."
Jimmy held the head of his cock up hard against her clit. The engorged finger of flesh was sensitive to every touch now. Kristine could feel the hot smoothness of his cock-head. She could feel the blood pounding through it. This cowboy was hung like a mule! He'd done everything but fuck her from behind. She sensed it would be tight. His cock might split her slender body down the middle!
"Uhhnnnnoooo!"
She felt her arms going. The elbows bent and she flopped forward. Jimmy pulled hard on the leash and she felt her head being lifted, the chain cutting again. She trembled and pushed herself painfully back up.
"Yaaahoooo!" he yelped, holding the leash a foot from her choke chain, using it like reins. "Keep your head high, you pretty little mare. I'm gonna mount you and ride you down!"
"Nooooo . . . Ohhhhh, God in heaven!"
Jimmy Weslyn ground his cock hard against the depth of her slit. She felt the pressure poking the pink tissues inward. Then he slipped it up until the glossy cock-tip nudged firmly into the depression where once her hymen had covered her cunt-hole. Kristine felt the edge of complete panic. She squirmed her ass violently to escape the sure horror of this beast man's huge cock destroying her pussy! Her fear made her squeal like a small, hurt animal. But instead of helping, it seemed to further enrage the cowboy.
"You're a wild one, all right," he muttered, leaning back with the leash, choking her. "But ole Jimmy can break you in good!"
Kristine humped her back sharply. The oil made Jimmy's belly slide sideways on her butt and then he fell onto his elbow. She jumped to her knees and turned enough to get the leash with both hands. She snatched it twice and it slipped from the cowboy's fingers. Then she was running. She made the stairs three at a time. She didn't know where she was going. But if she could get a chair up against a door in one of the upstairs bedrooms. .
"Come back here, you bitch!"
Jimmy was coming after her. She turned briefly at the top of the stairs to see his huge, hard cock slapping from side to side as he mounted the steps. He was half grinning like he knew he would catch her. And he was bringing the bottle of oil!
She bolted down the hall. She shut herself inside her bedroom and tried frantically to drag the bed over to block it. But Jimmy burst it open with a laugh and threw her sobbing onto the mattress. Then he wound the leash three times around a bedpost and knotted it.
"Ohh, God . . . ohhh, God . . ."
She put her hands to her face as Jimmy poured the rest of the oil over her body, smearing it against his, too. Then he rolled her over onto her stomach and reached roughly between the cheeks of her ass. It was so sudden that Kristine's cry was choked off.
One of the cowboy's fingers went deep into her asshole. She felt his tickling at her guts, fucking in and out.
"That's a nice hole. But I think I'll try the other one first."
She wriggled sideways but he forced her down with an elbow in her back. The pain was only part of it.
Now her fears were about to be realized. She felt him teasing the tip of his cock over her asshole.
Then he forced it down into the oil that dripped from between her swollen cunt-lips. Again he pushed his cock-head up hard against the torn circle where once her cunt had been smooth and protected.
He lunged. He was too powerful to bother with her wiggling resistance.
"It hurts! You're going to kill me!"
"I never killed nobody doing this!" he yelped and she felt his strong fingers curl over the fronts of her hip bones. He held her squirming butt still as he moved his body to get the angle right. Kristine felt like her head was on the block. Ohhh, why didn't he go ahead and get it over with?
"Here's something you won't ever forget, honey."
Jimmy's cock speared through the tightened ring of muscles at the beginning of her pussy. Kristine felt the stabbing, thick meat slide easily up into her hole. Her legs bombarded the mattress and her clenched fists pounded futilely against the pillow. Jimmy Weslyn made a sound like a growl and fell across her back. His belly was hot against her ass-cheeks as he pumped his hips and worked his huge cock-tip deeper into her cunt.
"It's stretching meeeee!" she whined, trying to close her thighs. Jimmy's knees forced them even wider instead.
"You're damn right it's stretching you."
He bit her shoulder sharply and tucked his ass under and up. Another three inches of meat slid through her clasping cunt-tube. Kristine drooled on the pillow as a new sensation joined the ache of being fucked by this raging stud. He grabbed her hair and pulled the leash tight at the same time. In a strange way the pain melded with the glow that was beginning to affect her around her pussy. She could feel her own juice mingling with the oil Jimmy had used on her cunt.
"Up!" he bellowed, lifting himself slowly to his cock would stay deep inside her cunt. Groaning, Kristine forced her willowy body up again. She swayed there on her hands and knees as Jimmy pulled the leash and made her sit back, back. The weight of her body pressed down over the prick that jutted from his groin. She could feel her own cunt falling down over that awful cock. It was going deeper than before! It was touching a knot of something deep inside her cunt, and the sudden jolt of pleasure made her head flop to one side. The tiny lock on the choke chain jingled.
"You're the kind of bitch that should always be on a leash," the cowboy breathed. "Now squirm that ass around. Go ahead! Squirm it!"
Kristine squirmed. She made her butt work in slow circles. She wasn't even thinking any more. Not of escape or of her possible death or anything. She was just taking orders. She was doing what Jimmy wanted. And what made it really weird was that when he barked an order now and tightened the chain around her neck, a new shiver of pleasure would blast through her cunt! She didn't know how to explain it. She didn't want to. She let her head fall forward as the drool slipped from her mouth and fell hotly over one nipple. Jimmy had her sitting practically straight up. She worked her hips up and down as his cock went in her hole. She was sitting in his lap and the thick meat had stretched her cunt to make room.
Jimmy caught her arms suddenly and pulled them behind her. Then he wrapped the leash around them so that they were held high on her back. When she relaxed now, the weight of her arms had a tendency to choke her. And when this happened, she felt the muscles that lined her cunt contract around the invading prick. Jimmy grunted and kissed her neck and shoulders from behind.
"This is getting better all the time."
"Nhhhhhuuuuu..." Kristine writhed her shoulders and the chain tightened. The cowboy fucked upwards with sharp, short jabs of his hips.
Her womb stretched up inside her cunt as the barbed head of his cock pressed against it.
What in hell was this terrible man doing now? He was pushing her down again on the bed, down so that her tits mashed flat against the mattress. With her arms tied behind her she was helpless to hold herself up now. And he had pulled the leash down around his thighs enough turns to hold it. With a cry on her lips, Kristine realized what he was up to. The strap went from the choke chain to her wrists and then down between Jimmy's belly and her back and around one of his muscled thighs. Now when he pulled his huge cock back so that only the flared head was inside her pussy, it pulled the leash tight, too. That forced her wrists to slide towards her ass, which tightened the choke chain. And Kristine knew from experience that every time the choke chain started to strangle her, every muscle in her body instinctively tightened. That included the ones inside her pussy.
"God . . . damn . . ."
Jimmy plunged his open mouth against her back and began to suck. He was fucking faster now, cinching up the slack in the leash to make the effect better. When he drew his cock back, Kristine felt the blood pound in her head as the chain cut deep into the soft flesh of her throat. Her belly and thighs and pussy spasmed and the powerful muscles at the mouth of her hole drew down around the purple cock-tip.
"Mother-fucker. .. baby.. ."
"Ohhhhhhh," Kristine sighed, not able to battle the keen thrills she was feeling, too. It wasn't fun being choked by a chain, but the strangling feeling wasn't as uncomfortable as it first had been. And when she could feel what it was doing to her pussy . . . She plunged her body around as Jimmy fucked deep again. With the chain slack, she sucked in a lungful of air. The butter ran in rivulets from her pussy. The oil on her body made every movement a sensual one. Especially the way Jimmy's hard belly slid up and down her firm, curvy ass!
"You got it all . . ."
He bit her shoulder again, humping into her cunt with hard jabbing movements. The chain was still slack and Kristine panted loudly as she was pushed forward by the force of the cowboy's fucking.
Then he was sliding his meat teasingly back again. The leather leash tightened around his thigh, pulled her bound wrists down her back. And then once again the shiny, tinkling chain cinched up. Her breathing became labored. Her head swam with dizzy ecstasy. And then her pussy swathed its velvet lining down tight around the throbbing head of Jimmy's cock!
"Ubn. .. Ubnnnnn," he babbled, jerking back, back, making the choke chain do its thing. Even when her tongue lolled out of her mouth Kristine didn't care that she was being choked. Because in the swimming mess of her pussy every nerve ending was being ravished by the most wonderful heat imaginable. It built in waves around the edges of her swollen cunt-lips. It surged up and down the insides of her thighs.
She felt her toes ache as she pointed them out against the bed. Jimmy had shoved his thighs between her legs and forced them wide apart. Her butter ran down onto the mattress and flooded over his balls whenever he shoved forward. And now he was shoving deep again, letting the chain go slack. She felt his cock-tip plow its way up into the hottest folds of her cunt. She gasped for air as the cowboy sank his teeth into the back of her neck.
"Ohhhh . . . I feel. . . sooo strange!"
"I'm gonna fill you up with jizz."
"God, no! Ohhhhh, don't! Don't, Jimmy!"
She squirmed like crazy. Jimmy pulled his hips back hard and the choke chain made her shiver all over like she'd been hung from a beam. She knew that the force her pussy was squeezing Jimmy's cock with was more than it had been so far. He strangled on his next words and then started fucking her fast and hard. The chain clinked every time it tightened on her neck. Her pussy squeezed with a steady, fast rhythm now, nursing the head of Jimmy's cock each time it slid back. He grunted like a wild pig. Her butt plunged furiously as the itchy pleasure built between her thighs. And then she knew that he was coming! She could feel the sudden heat against the mouth of her womb as his cock-cream flooded out in powerful spurts. She heard the sound of it frothing slickly around the edges of her hole.
He was fucking so fast that for an instant his cock slipped out of her hole. It slid up along the crack of her ass, gliding smoothly in the spread oil.
Then she felt the spurt lick hotly up over her back. Jimmy groaned and grabbed his prick to shove it inside her cunt again. It went in up to the balls as Jimmy lay his belly down in the line of slime and ground it into her flesh.
Kristine heard the sounds in her own throat and could hardly believe them. She sounded like some mountain cat screeching through the pines. She pitched and bucked and squirmed against the forceful fucking the cowboy was giving her. She felt ridden, broken, defeated. But her defeat felt so good! She babbled ecstatically as her pussy convulsed and came around the hot cock that was pumping her full of jizz.
When Jimmy finally finished and pulled the leash from his thigh, she couldn't move a muscle. Even if she'd been able.
"Aren't you going to untie me?"
"In a little bit . . ." He was trying to pull on his leather jeans. He banged drunkenly against a door and laughed. "I'm gonna go buy some beer. I ran out. You just stay right there till I get back." he said, slapping her hard on the ass.
"My arms are hurting. Can't you take the choke chain off?"
"No such luck, baby. Just hold tight."
Kristine heard him going down the stairs and out the front door. He was getting more brazen about things all the time. Surely a neighbor would start to suspect, surely. This time Jimmy had even forgotten to gag her. But all the windows were closed tight. She wasn't sure anyone would hear her if she did scream.
Kristine considered her chances. Somehow she wasn't so fearful of her life now. Not after Jimmy has fucked her like that. There was something rough and uncivilized about him. But he wasn't a murderer. Just having his cock inside her cunt made her know this; she couldn't understand quite how.
It was dark. She whimpered and tossed, trying to figure a way out of her predicament. She wasn't really sure she wanted anyone to find her like this. What would their closest neighbors think if they found her bound like some animal, cum spilling from her cunt like it was spilling now? Though it seemed silly, Kristine knew she would be embarrassed to tears. She wasn't sure she could stand that kind of exposure. She could see that she wasn't on top of things like she had believed before meeting this crazy cowboy. She felt humbler than she ever had in her life. And she was sorry for all the things she'd done. The way she'd treated boys on dates.
Kristine tried to keep track of time. Maybe an hour passed. She had decided that maybe she would have to face the embarrassment of her situation anyway. She was about to start screaming when she heard the downstairs door open. Someone was running up the stairs, but it didn't sound like the cowboy's clomping boots.
Johnny burst into the room, his eyes wide at the sight of her. Kristine felt the keen edge of shame. But she was happy that it was her best friend's brother instead of some polieceman she'd never seen.
"Ohhhhh, Johnny. Thank God you're here!" She started to sob. He was untying the leash from her wrists. She moved her arms painfully down to her sides.
"Was it that cowboy I just saw out front?" Johnny asked. His hands were shaking worse than hers. 1 was coming over to ask about you again and I saw this light on. I knew it was your room. I knew that bastard didn't have any business up here." He tugged at the chain. "There's a lock on this. I'll go find your dad's wire cutters."
Kristine was embarrassed about him seeing her without a stitch, but she threw her body against his chest when he came back. He got the chain off her neck as he told her what'd happened.
"I tried the front door," Johnny said. "That cowboy was just coming down the sidewalk about then and he saw me go in. He took off then. Now I see why. He knew I'd find out what the hell had been going on."
"Oh, Johnny. . . it was awful!"
He covered her with a blanket and propped her up in bed on pillows. Haltingly, crying in between, she told him about her ordeal. And how she'd been a fool for bringing the cowboy there in the first place.
"I didn't want anything to happen." She dropped her eyes in shame. "I was just... teasing." The word sounded horrible in her mouth now. She wouldn't ever say or think it again. She swore that to herself.
"Oh, I'm filthy. That pig poured oil on me and kissed me all over. . . and . . ." She started to cry again. She didn't feel like telling Johnny that the cowboy had made her come. It was pretty obvious that he had come. Jism was drying in smears all over her body.
Johnny paced the room, swearing at what he'd do if he could catch Jimmy Weslyn. Watching him, Kristine didn't doubt that he would at least give the cowboy a good battle. Johnny's broad shoulders had muscled out more than she'd remembered. He was only nineteen but he was rangy and awful good-looking. He kept tossing his shoulder-length hair around as he muttered about what the cowboy had done to her.
"Why does it matter to you?" she asked, hoping she'd hear what she guessed he felt.
"'Cause I like you, damn it!" He blushed at this confession.
"Johnny. Would you help me to the bathroom? I've got to clean up. I feel horrible. Now that it's over.
"Sure!" He hooked his arm under her back and picked her easily from the bed. The blanket fell off but she let it. He tried to keep his eyes off her tits as he carried her to the bathroom. Kristine smiled when she caught him eyeing one pink nipple. When he put her feet down to the floor, she almost crumpled.
"Ohhhhh, God! I'm so sore I want to cry!" She tried to move a leg but couldn't. "Now that I'm not tied up any more I feel real stiff. Maybe the hot water will help."
"Look, I'll help give you a bath." Johnny brushed hair out of his eyes and tried to look serious. "I know that sounds funny. But you're in pain. Let's be practical about this." He started the water running.
Maybe it was the relief of being free from her captor or maybe it was the way Johnny kept taking glances of her long, white legs and then blushing violently. Kristine began to giggle and then laugh.
"I'm just happy," she said when Johnny turned. "I'm happy you found me and nobody else did." Johnny blushed again and picked up a box of bubble bath.
"I'll put some of this in!"
The water did help. Kristine lay back in the bubbles and let her muscles relax. Johnny hovered near, watching and waiting to see if she needed anything. He seemed a little more at ease now that the thick, white bubbles partly covered her tits and completely hid the blonde fur of her cunt from view.
"Would you scrub my back?" Kristine asked finally. Johnny soaped a washrag and started rubbing her between the shoulder blades. "Oh, that's too rough! Just use your hands . . ."
She told herself that she wasn't going to let this turn into a tease. She knew what she was doing. She was letting Johnny feel her warmth, her smooth skin, her femininity. It would have an effect on him, just as his strong fingers were having an effect on her.
"God, you sure are soft. . ." he breathed.
"Lower. . ."
"Like this?"
"Yeah . . . mmmmmm
His hands were working in circles at the small of her back. She was breathing faster, even though that didn't happen to be one of her erogenous zones. And Johnny was breathing faster, too. Just as she'd thought, he began to stray. He was suddenly working his massage around to her sides and then he was touching her belly. Kristine pretended not to notice. When one of his hands slipped up against the swell of a tit, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him up over it. The soapy slip of his palm across her nipple made them both groan.
"Ohhhh, Johnny! OhhUh!"
Her eyes fluttered and then she bent to kiss his wet knuckles, holding his hand against her mouth, tonguing the palm and in between his fingers.
"Jesus . . ."
"I wish I'd realized some things before this."
Kristine put his hand on her other tit. Johnny's fingers trembled as he gingerly squeezed the still growing swell. Though he was three years older than she was, Kristine felt so much more mature now. She thought of Johnny as being closer to her own age, or maybe she'd just caught up with him.
"I... I better let you finish by yourself," Johnny said. "I can't seem to keep my hands to myself."
"I'm glad you want to touch me."
"You are?"
He looked honestly surprised. Kristine hooked a sudsy hand behind his neck and pulled his lips down. They kissed shyly at first and then she opened her mouth slightly, knowing that Johnny sensed her heat. She breathed into his mouth and urged her fingernails against the back of his neck. He pressed harder against her, forcing her lips wide. His tongue tested the softness inside and then he groaned with passion and pushed her down into the water.
His hands danced over her tits and they throbbed with hot pleasure as Kristine arched her slender body up against the touch. Johnny had his arms around her, pulling her up out of the soapy bath. Her naked body clung wetly against his clothes and they moaned and kissed and felt each other wildly.
"Ohhh. . . you're so hard." Kristine squeezed the snaky lump of cock that pushed down one leg of his jeans.
"Kristine . . . Ohhhhh, God! I don't believe this! Every time I called you . . ."
"Shhhhh." She licked his lips. "I'm not the same Kristine any more. The old one was-" she took a breath and let it out-"a prick-tease."
As if to test her, Johnny slid a hand down her flat young belly and curved it up under her cunt-mound. Kristine fought her old habit of twisting her body away. She forced herself to relax, to let Johnny find what he would find. He found her flooding slit and the tiny nubbin of nerves that made her go limp against his chest with a sigh.
It was as if all the weird things the cowboy had done to her had only warmed her up. Now she was tingling with real passion. She liked Johnny. She knew she could easily love him. And that made her excitement exquisitely intense.
"Dry me off, darling," she breathed into his ear. "Take me to bed!"
Johnny almost tore the towel in two trying to get it around her body. He gingerly patted her adolescent swells, being especially careful with her nipples. Kristine saw him eyeing one with hot eyes.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "I know what you want to do!"
Johnny licked his lips wet and then softly pushed them against the aching shoot of tit-flesh. He just held himself like that for a few moments and then she felt the rough-soft caress of his tongue. Kristine wilted with pleasure. Her heart pounded in her ears. This was better than anything she'd ever experienced. And they weren't even making love!
"Johnny. .. Johnny. .. Johnny. .."
"I've been crazy about you for years," Johnny gasped, licking a line across her chest. He mouthed the other tit and curled his tongue around that nipple. She arched her back and plunged her fingernails into the back of his neck. His teeth cut teasingly along the sensitive surfaces. She shivered, clutching at her man.
Johnny carried her to her bedroom. She watched him undress. She'd never seen him in the nude and when his Jockey shorts slipped down over the long snake of his prick and it bobbed up, she gave a littIe cry.
Johnny wasn't circumcised and his cock was every bit as big as the cowboy's. It was white with blue veins coursing up and down it. But the head was hidden, at least partly, by the clinging foreskin. Her breath was very short and panting. When Johnny lay down beside her, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She had to see how his cock was all put together.
"Baby. . ."
"Be still," she whispered, "I want to love you a little . . ."
She scooted down on the bed until she was even with his groin. His cock was pounding with blood, jerking up from his belly each time his heart beat.
When Kristine touched the foreskin where the flared tip made it bulge, Johnny writhed his hips on the bed and moaned. She squeezed her thin fingers around the warmth of his lovely prick and then gently jacked the skin back. The foreskin widened at the end and she saw the bluish head. It glistened with slick juice.
"Does this hurt?" she asked, moving the skin back even more.
Johnny tried to say something but the words got all tangled up. It didn't sound like she was hurting him. The foreskin tightened as it rode up around the biggest part of the barb. Then it sucked in behind the tip and Kristine found that she'd completely uncovered the tip of Johnny's cock. It dripped its butter onto her knuckles. It was big and hot and beautiful! She licked her lips and then blushed at what she was thinking. She was glad she was able to blush again. She'd been such a phony before with all her made-up sophistication.
"Kristine . . . Ohhhhhh, God
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Hurt? Jesus, no! I've been dreaming about things like this for so long I'm about to come right now!" "Ohhhhhh, don't do that!"
She took her fingers away and watched the foreskin crawl slowly back over the exposed head of Johnny's prick. It was only then that she noticed his balls. They were bigger than the cowboy's balls had been. Or at least they seemed that way. She put a hand back gingerly and cupped the heavy orbs up against the bottom of his shaft. Johnny's cock surged and she saw the foreskin tighten as the head swelled with fresh blood. Kristine realized then that Johnny's was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. And it was growing bigger. A sudden flood of juice seeped from between her puffy cunt-lips. She worked her hips from side to side and spread the silky lubrication over her clit.
Johnny was breathing fast now. His big chest heaved up and down. He looked like a helpless little boy, caught up in his first love affair. Kristine knew better. He'd fooled around with some girls around town. But she knew that he'd always lusted for her. Well, now he was going to have the real thing! She wanted to make it all up to him, for the crummy way she'd behaved. Kristine pushed him over onto his back and nudged his knees apart. Johnny didn't seem to understand at first, and it amused her.
"You just lie there and take it like a man," she whispered, kneeling between his spread thighs.
She took his cock with both hands and held it straight up and down. Then she eased the foreskin back again. She hadn't had a good enough look. She was shaking with the curiosity of a child. She hadn't realized there was so much fun in this kind of play. She'd been so limited when she'd been a prick-tease.
"Ohhhhh, God! You don't know how this feels!"
Johnny moved his hips slowly in an obvious fucking motion. Kristine saw his balls pull! up high in his sac and then hang loose again.
"You're beautiful," she sighed. "Johnny?"
"Hmmmmmmm."
"Would you think badly of me. .. if. .. I. . . kissed. . . you-" she swallowed her nervousness- "here?" Her forefinger was resting against the slick, exposed surface of his cock-head. She'd pulled the skin back from it just enough to touch. Johnny nodded his head wildly.
"Do it! Jesus Christ yes!"
"I don't want you to think I'm. . . trashy or anything."
"God damn. I think you're an angel..." He pumped his hips up from the bed and since she was holding his foreskin firmly, the raw, darkened tip of his cock jabbed upwards. She tried to quiet her hot breathing and then slowly lowered her mouth down. Her lips were slightly parted and wet with spit. She just rested them there against the smooth, taut membrane of his cock-tip until the dizzy feeling passed. She'd had cock in her mouth before. But this was different. Johnny was different. And for the first time in her life, Kristine thought she knew what love meant.
Her tongue flicked suddenly out and then retreated shyly behind her teeth. The next time it washed Johnny's cock-head with spit, the muscles in his thighs snaked tight. Then Kristine curled her lips back from her teeth and began to nibble his knob gently.
"Huhhhnnnnn!"
Johnny writhed his back against the bed and made noises that seemed to bewitch Kristine. Her body surged with pleasure. Her pussy swelled plump between her thighs and she could see it leaking juice onto the bedspread. As she edged her teeth around Johnny's cock, she began to massage the insides of his thighs. She began to sense just how hot her man was! She could see the agonized pleasure on his face, could hear his strangled breathing.
She took her mouth away and crawled sexily up his belly, writhing her soft skin against him like she was some kind of snake woman. She got caught up in her little pretense and flicked her tongue out over his nipples as she scootched. Johnny grabbed her hard and ground her teeth down against his chest. She bit his tiny tit then, moaning with the excitement of his strong fingers against the swells of her ass. He plunged his hand deep between the plump swells. She arched her back and poked her butt up to him. He caressed her tiny asshole, petting it, loving it. Sharp jolts of pleasure rushed over her skin.
"Johnny. . II
"Kristine!
"Isn't this wonderful?"
"I think I'm dead and in heaven!"
"Angels don't fuck!" she scolded and then caught his face between her hands and kissed him wetly. Their lips curved together and their tongues danced. She let her spit leak down his chin and neck and then made a noisy show of licking it off. Johnny wiggled a finger hard against her tight asshole and she squealed and laughed and tucked her butt back away from his touch.
"Naughty boy." She bit his lip. "That's the wrong hole."
"I like it, too."
"Maybe someday . . . if you're good to me . . ."
"God, I forgot how tall you are . . . how willowly and soft and-" She kissed him, smothering the rest of it. "Kristine, I want to fuck you so bad I think I could come just talking about it."
"Don't talk about it . . ."
Her trembling fingers found his cock. It was steely hard and yet soft in a strange kind of way. She let her thumb slip against the slickened, exposed head. Johnny grunted and jerked his head.
"Not so hard, honey . . ." He smiled then. "That part is only meant to touch you in a special spot . . ." Kristine moaned, knowing where that spot was. "What does it feel like? When you. . . when you fuck me?"
"I'll tell you . .
Quickly she scooted forward on her knees. She was straddling his body, her bloomed cunt dangling wetly over his shaft. Looking back between their bodies, she grasped his cock down close to his balls and held it still while she eased her body back. The outer lips of her pussy were already wide for the tip. It nestled against the smooth, velvet linings and she felt her juices washing down hotly over his rod. Johnny sighed.
"Now that! That feels like some small, plump animal has just started to eat me all up!" He worked his hips up from the bed.
"But not biting you?"
"This animal just has soft teeth . . .'
He smiled and tried to pull her shoulders forward, tried to pull her small, soft titties against his chest. Kristine resisted. She wanted to hear more of how a man felt when his cock slid into a girl's soft cunt.
"What about this?" she sighed, rocking her slim hips from side to side, impaling her pussy on his pretty cock. She felt the foreskin being forced back from the sensitive tip as it fit snugly against the beginning of her hole. It took a few moments for Johnny to find the words. That was because he was holding his breath and turning slightly blue.
"Jesus God.. . that feels like something I can't describe. I'll try. Soft . . . hot . . . and I can feel your muscles contract . . . Uhhnnnnn . . . like that, like you just did! They really get me crazy!"
Kristine wanted to experiment some more but her cunt was itching for more of his cock. She shoved back against his prick, rolling her hips to slip the ring of muscles over the flared barb. When she felt it thump inside her hole, she tightened her pussy again and watched the pleasure twitch across Johnny's handsome face.
Kristine pressed her tits down against Johnny's chest and he groaned and hugged her back so hard that she couldn't breathe for a second. She felt her nipples pushing into his chest hair and then she wallowed them wildly against the warmth. Johnny pumped his hips hard, trying to jab more of his big cock up into her shivering, teasing body.
Yes, she was teasing him. But she was going to reward him, too. This time the teasing was just to make it better. Frantically, Johnny held his ass above the bed and fucked at her pussy. Kristine held it back, keeping just his blue tip inside. Then suddenly she plunged her body down on him and felt the insides of her cunt spread around his steamy dick!
"Huuuuuu!"
Johnny grabbed her ass hard and fucked wildly upwards. Kristine covered his face with kisses as she wiggled her leaking hole down and then snatched it up again. Up and down, riding his cock, feeling it scratch her exquisite tickle!
Her long hair curtained his face as they kissed again. Her lips were sensitive and a little sore from her abuse from the cowboy, but the hurt felt good being kissed by someone like Johnny.
She pushed her legs down straight alongside of his and then worked them between his thighs. It was like men fucked women. She was on top, pumping her body up and down as Johnny grunted with hot confusion and tried to roll her over.
"I've got you!" she breathed, keeping him from taking the top. She fought his legs back open, not letting him slip between her willowy limbs. Then she held his head down by the hair and began to bite and tease his mouth like a wildcat.
He was going crazy under her lithe body. She knew he was feeling her hips and ribs and tits good now. She wallowed her belly against his. But Johnny was fighting harder to get on top. She knew he was dying to ravage her. To hold her down and give her the fucking she deserved. And she did deserve it! She wanted him to ram her good! She wanted to be abused a little. Like the cowboy had done.
"Wow. . ."
She couldn't believe that she actually wanted a little abuse. Even the thought of that awful leash seemed exciting. But with Johnny holding the end of it, not the cowboy.
"Johnny . .. Ohhh, I'm so hot . . . I'm gonna come if you keep trying to fuck me so hard." "Kristine . . . damn . . ."
He rolled her over then. She felt the full weight of his body crushing her small tits even flatter! She felt his hands scourge her body, but scourge it with love. He held her dancing butt, plunging one finger up against her asshole. Then he fucked her deep and hard. She felt his cock-tip expand as it pushed against the knot of her womb.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck. . . fuck. . . fuck me, Johnny!"
"Love . . . you . . . Kristine . . . love . . . you!"
His mouth forced hers wide. She sucked his tongue when he poked it between her teeth and he began to fuck her even harder. His tongue and his cock. She had them both! Her slender back arched and humped as she drove her pussy against his cock. Her lips swathed his skin with juice. Her clit rubbed the hilt of his cock every time it went deep.
"My cunt is full of your cock!" she whimpered. "It feels so hot and thick up inside!"
"And you feel like slick velvet!"
He pumped deep and rolled his hips around to make his taut barb gouge the sides of her cunt-tube. Kristine babbled and drooled, her spit mingling with his as he sucked her lips like he wanted to eat them.
"Nuhhnnnnn . . . Ohhhhhh, shit!" she moaned.
Her itchy cunt seemed to be glowing like it was burning up. She could feel every rub now, every detail of the shape of her lover's big prick. She could feel the lobes at the bottom of his knob as they rubbed through the ring of muscles at her pussy's beginning. And when he worked deep, she could feel his balls bumping her softly.
"I want to look at it!" she cried suddenly. "I have to look at it now!"
"Ohhhh, baby. . . it's so warm inside . . . I'm about to come. . ."
"Please, Johnny! Let me see it, let me touch it!"
Johnny grunted and jerked his cock from her hole. He lifted himself slightly on his knees and let the huge shaft sway over her belly, spilling strings of her juice into her navel. Kristine's eyes widened. His cock was bigger than ever! It had swelled hugely inside her snatch, and the barbed head was pulsing darkly like some exotic flower. She ran her shaking fingers down to work the skin along the shaft. And then Johnny groaned and a string of white spilled from the tiny slit and puddled hotly on Kristine's belly.
"Honey, I'm coming! Let me . . ."
"Ohhhhh, yessss!"
She grabbed the exploding cock and wiggled her ass up from the bed as Johnny frantically plunged it between the blossomed lips of her cunt. It had slipped about halfway in when the next fountain of seed gushed into her. She quickly sucked his prick deeper, using her pelvis to do it.
Johnny writhed and flopped on top of her. The powerful shove of his hips, the feverish rage of his loving quickly brought her rubbing tickle to a head. She felt the pleasure burst over her. Stars exploded against her closed eyelids. She plunged her excited pussy up and down against the fucking fullness of her man's prick. His shaft raped her wonderfully as it gouged deeper than it had ever gouged before. She curled her sharp nails into his ass, trying to pull his prick yet deeper into her exploding cunt.
"Huuuunnnnn . . ." Johnny gasped.
"Nhhhaaaaaa!" she cried, feeling the bed rocking beneath their bodies. And then the turbulent storm drowned her with the thrill of ultimate pleasure. She knew she was losing consciousness. But it wasn't scary at all. She was fainting through the loving rub of her man's hot cock. And even as she felt her grasp slip away, she felt the steady stab of his thick meat deep, deep into her cunt.
"You okay?" Johnny's face was close, concerned. He held a cold, wet washrag against her forehead.
"Oh, yes! I'm wonderful!" Kristine.blinked and tried to focus.
"You were out about five minutes. I was starting to get worried . . ."
He helped her sit up. The room spun once and then righted itself "Wow. . ." She hooked an arm around his neck. "We really did that one right. didn't we?" Johnny nodded shyly. He kissed her forehead.
"This is weird," he laughed, "but when you said that it gave me a hard-on."
Kristine pushed her hands down his belly and found the swelling softness. His cock was still pretty limp but she could feel it thickening, stiffening.
"Good. I think I'd like a gentle, kind master like you."
Johnny went and got the choke chain. She let him slip it over her head. It was cold against the welts it had put there when the cowboy had tugged it. Gently Johnny pulled the chain, pulled her back down on the bed. And then while he held it just tight enough for her to feel, he began to feast gingerly on her lips. Kristine closed her eyes and knew she was growing up.
Chapter Nine
I guess I should have been relieved that my period started. At least I knew then that Julian hadn't knocked me up. But more than anything the flow ot blood got me hot again. All I could think of was sex. But not with Julian.
After mooning over him for a day or so, I was finished. He was just a wimp. I could see that now. But I was nervous and at loose ends. I couldn't concentrate on anything long enough to keep my mind off. . . well) my cunt.
Then I met this guy.
I was driving my dad's car out on the highway west ot town. Just goofing around, killing time, thinking about getting laid. It was funny how l thought about getting laid. Before Julian, I never gave it a thought. Girls just didn't go around thinking about getting laid. But when I saw that hitchhiker, I automatically pulled over. The danger, the risk seemed to fade into the back ot my mind. I started driving again. He must have smelled the hunger I telt. He was older, he looked like he knew his way around. We talked and the talk led me right into his plans. Betore I knew it, I was waiting in the car while he checked into a motel in town twenty miles up the road.
I was shaking like a leaf when we went into the unit and he closed the door behind. We kissed. We kissed again. He wasn't gentle, but I didn't care about such things right now. I was horny. He started undressing me. He wasn't clever about it.
He just pulled off my clothes. I didn't give a darn how he got them off I was kind of pulling at his, too, I guess. We were naked kissing. And then he got my hands and held them behind my back.
It was a strange feeling. I couldn't get them loose. Here I was with this stranger in a motel room and he was holding my wrists together, tying them with something. A piece ot rawhide I thought. He kissed me again. I struggled and sighed and was surprised that being bound like that was really getting me hot.
"You won't hurt me will you?" I asked.
His pants tell to the floor, the big brass buckle making aloud clunk. Then he pressed his cock up against my belly. I shivered all over at the size of it. A flood ot hot juice poured from the lips ot my pussy, drenching my kinky curls. I tugged at the rawhide around my wrists. Another jolt ot pleasure made me whimper. It was funny. He'd tied me up and neither of us had said a thing about it. He kissed me deeply on the mouth. He was a little rough but hadn't hurt me yet. In away, I kind of liked his roughness. He smiled into my eyes.
"I never really hurt a pretty girl like you in my life" he breathed. "I just bruise 'em a little. .
He threw me down on my back on the bed. Then I realized how helpless my tied hands had made me. He laughed and threw himself between my thighs. I gasped as his mouth closed over one ot my tits. And then the stabbing thickness ot his cock torced my cunt open and I squealed and writhed as he made my body shiver with his fucking.
