Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In VIRGIN ON A LEASH, Susan finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her new stepfather, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Susan suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Hey, kid, how ya doing tonight?"
"Fine thanks." Susan had been sitting on the porch, enjoying the cool night air when Hank came out. He went down the steps and crossed to his pick-up. He was a big man, with hulking shoulders and a shock of blond hair. He had been her stepfather for a week now. And it still made Susan uncomfortable when she was in the same room with him. He had a way of looking at women ...
Maybe that's how he'd looked at her mother. The slut. Susan had been planning to run away when Elaine had told her that she was going to get married. Elaine was well-preserved for her age. Elaine had knocked ten years off herself by the clever use of cosmetics and facial rejuvenators. And jogging and meditation and sauna baths and exercise. But Elaine was still a slut. Even if she was Susan's mother. Susan knew this all too well.
Hank apparently didn't know it yet. And he didn't suspect, as Susan did, that Elaine was fooling around with his brother Sid. As Hank gunned the pickup to life and backed out of the drive, Susan heard Elaine laughing in the kitchen. Sid was in there too. So who gave a good God damn? Susan tried not to. She tried to concentrate on more personal enjoyments. Like her newly discovered finger game. Since becoming a teenager Susan had been curious. But only after instruction from a friend and heart-pounding experiments in the bathroom, had she learned at last that a girl could do things to herself, wonderful things, exciting things. Since that moment she planned and waited for the next time she would be alone. And the more pleasure she found in the damp, hot place between her young thighs, the more she seemed to need. So now, sitting on the porch with the moon beaming down, she felt the urge tingle inside her. Her nipples pressed upward against her tight-fitting t-shirt. Her tummy was heaving a little faster as the tempo of her breathing increased as well. Her shorts were the kind that gaped at the inside of her thighs. She had worn them on purpose that day. Three times already, her trembling fingers had eased into the gap, found the slippery nylon band of her panties and then slipped under them too. She'd finger-fucked while washing the dishes. She'd done it again while waiting for her mother to come out of a store in town. It was strange doing it in a car with people going by on the sidewalk. She'd rather enjoyed the daring aspect. But here she was again, wet and feverish and shivery. She was keeping count of how many times she'd come. If she managed one tonight on the porch, it would be number seven. Lucky number seven.
Susan's finger was pressing against her panty-crotch now. She rubbed the silky material until it crackled with wetness and she could feel the warm lubrication coating her fingertips.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, sliding down on the old sofa, letting her long legs open, letting her bare feet point gracefully. "Ohhhhhhh wow!"
The flesh of her cunt was all bloomed out and as she lifted her panties away from the drenched surfaces, there was a sexy sound. She stretched the elastic over and hooked it behind her cunt lip. She was fascinated by the new words she'd learned, and whispered them as she played with her cunt. She had two cuntlips, but now was touching just one. It was plump and soft and fringed with fine, brown curls. Inside she had more lips. Wetter ones, even softer than the larger, plumper swells that formed her mound. Inside, with all those bumps and folds and dimples, it was another country altogether. It was her cunt, and she could hardly think of that word without trembling.
Now, Susan touched her cunt, letting her finger trace the full length of it until she rested against her clit. With a gentle circular movement she began to massage the mysterious lump. Because it truly was mysterious. Susan had examined it carefully in the bathtub. She'd checked it out with mirrors, with ointments, with cold and heat. And that small, half-hidden trigger never failed to surprise her. It could send shivery pleasure up and down her spine. It could make her thighs tighten, make her toes play out all itchy and hot. It was doing that to her now as she gingerly petted herself.
In the kitchen, her mother had stopped laughing. It was strangely quiet in the house, too damned quiet for Elaine to be around. Until Susan heard the sound. Like a moan, but not really a moan. A sigh, no, not quite a sigh either. She tried to close out all that, tried to think only of the breathless pleasure that she was making between the soft swells of her pubes. The sound was wet and slippery as she curled her finger, then straightened it again, curled it slowly, uncurled it.
"Mmmmmmm, that's nice!" Her words were a breathy whisper, exciting her all the more. But what was Elaine doing in the kitchen? What was she doing with her new husband's brother? Susan sat up straight, her mind suddenly awash with this new possibility.
Surely Elaine wasn't fooling around on Hank already? Not two weeks after she'd married the man? Momentarily distracted from her finger game, Susan rose from the old sofa and went barefoot down the length of the porch. She turned the corner and pressed her back against the wall as she approached the window by the kitchen. It was a large old house and the wrap-around porch made it easy to eavesdrop. It was a wonder that Elaine hadn't thought of that. Or did she even care?
"Baby, baby ... " It was Sid's voice. And as Susan peeked around the edge of the window-frame she saw him. Black hair, black mustache. He even had a black car. He was visiting, he said, to wish the newlyweds well. But as Susan could plainly see, he was going a bit far with his well-wishing. His hand was up under her mother's dress. Elaine was kissing him on the mouth, her fingers digging into his back as she moved her hips against Sid's probing fingers. Suddenly, Susan could see her mother's cunt! She was wearing no panties at all and the red, glossy flesh of her cunt looked shockingly aroused. Sid was sliding his middle finger up into Elaine's pussy. He rammed it forcefully as they kissed.
"Ohhhhh Sid, fuck me right here! I can't stand it!"
Elaine's lipstick was smeared across her chin and cheeks. Some of it was on Sid's lips too and now he pushed her up against the wall, his hand on his fly.
Susan thought of getting away. She didn't want to watch this shamefully lustful scene. Yet she felt drawn to it. Her cunt ached with excitement. Her breath was short and hot in her throat. She was dizzy and her finger had slipped down the front of her shorts again, toying with the gap of the leghole until at last she pressed up into the soft, juicy place. But now Sid's pants had been opened in front. For an instant she saw the upward thrust of his white cock. It was shockingly large! He moved his fingers in Elaine's juicy slit, easing his prick forward. Elaine squeezed the white flesh between thumb and forefinger, stripping it down and back.
Susan gasped as she saw the darkened knob that her mother had exposed. Sid was obviously uncircumcised. And what she was looking at was his cockhead. Susan had never in her life observed the male animal so close up. She guessed that Sid and her mother were less than two yards away from her vantage point. She could even smell Elaine's musky scent.
"Ohhhh, Sid, I should have married you. But I didn't know you then!" They kissed again and Sid rubbed his cock up and down against Elaine's pussy. It was getting very wet and very slick looking. Elaine hunched her ass around. There was a wet sound as the head of Sid's cock began to plow her folds apart. Susan held her breath, her gray eyes wide with wonder. She was watching it happen! She was watching a cock penetrate her mother's cunt!
At the same instant, she let a finger glide across the soft hollow where her cherry was. Her virginity. It was a scary place to linger near. She'd always treated it with a certain delicacy. But now, watching Sid thrust his hips, thrust his cock up into Elaine's body, Susan wondered for the first time in her life just what that might feel like.
Elaine was kissing Sid with her mouth open. He grasped her ass with both hands, fucking harder as he strained forward, his feet spread wide on the linoleum floor.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh," Elaine grunted, taking each ramming movement directly between her thighs. She wiggled furiously, her eyes open but glazed, her mouth slack against Sid's ear. She caressed the nape of his neck with her long fingers while he fucked her standing up. Susan was in a mild state of shock. But she was very excited too. Even though she was more certain than ever that her mother was a slut. The worst kind of slut.
"Honey, I don't want you to leave me. I want to go with you." This was Elaine.
"My brother'd kill me." This was Sid, panting against Elaine's neck, his hips fucking her steadily. Susan blushed with shame. But at the same time she was fondling her clit, making it send its magic pleasure over the surface of her skin. She was panting steadily, transfixed by the erotic presence of the two people just a few scant feet away. Now she could smell their lust, just as she could smell her own.
"Ohhhhh Sid! Ohhhhh I'm so close, darling!"
"Me too!"
"Wait for me! Please wait for me!"
"I'm trying!"
Susan was moving her hips as she fingered herself. She was surprised to find that her movements were very much like those of her mother's. At first this embarrassed and shocked her and she stopped moving altogether. But that was no good either. She had to move. It made her caressing feel much better.
"Ohhh, I wish I'd never seen this," she whispered to herself. But she had seen it and she knew she was going to go on seeing it. Because now Elaine's movements had become almost violent. She banged her ass against the wall, plunged it up and down. Her dress was caught in a tangle under her tits, baring her belly and hips completely. Sid dug his fingers into her flesh, his cock sliding back for a second before plunging up into the depths of her body. This upward thrust made Susan gasp again. There was no way for her to know what that might feel like. It was total penetration, total connection with a male! It frightened and excited her to think of her mother being had against the kitchen wall. It made her feel a little sick inside too. Because Sid wasn't her husband.
"She's such a slut!"
Susan rubbed her clit faster, her hips plunging forward and back. Elaine was going crazy in Sid's embrace. She hooked her heels up behind his back, letting the dark-haired man hold her weight with his hands under her ass. She kissed him in a frenzy of open-mouthed caresses. Then Susan saw her mother's thigh muscles tighten. She was squeezing Sid, squeezing him hard. Sid growled something against Elaine's throat.
"Yuuhhhh," she babbled.
"Ohhhhhh God damn," he groaned back.
Susan had frozen all movement. She was just staring, panting softly, watching this lusty spectacle with disbelief. Somehow she'd had the idea that when a man made love to a woman, the woman lay quietly with her legs spread while the man politely entered her, moved his hips gently and steadily until they came, and then, just as politely, dismounted.
But what she was observing wasn't like that at all. Elaine seemed to be having a fit! She was biting and clawing and hunching her ass furiously as Sid supported her with two hands and his cock. One of Elaine's shoes fell off. Her mouth was open and her tongue lolled out. Then she gurgled something and screamed. Her thighs were very tense, trembling as she squeezed them around Sid's waist. Using his hipbones as a fulcrum, she lifted and lowered her dripping cunt over his stiff, glossy cock. Susan could actually see her mother's body sliding down over that thing, taking it inside her. Then she'd rise again until just the blood-swollen tip hung at the beginning of her hole.
"Sid, darling
"Baby ... "
A stream of white was sliding down the inside of Elaine's thigh. Susan watched the steamy rivulet drip onto the linoleum. Sid was working his hips frantically now, pushing Elaine against the wall again. He'd torn the front of her dress open and was licking her nipples.
"There ... ohhhhh ... Sid! Ohhhhh Sid!"
Susan limped away from the window. She was disturbed and trembling. A part of her wanted to deny all sexuality. She didn't want to be like her mother. Which meant she didn't want to enjoy sex. But that was lousy reasoning. There wasn't really anything that wrong with sex, was there? Wasn't it just Elaine's morals that were all fouled up? Susan whimpered in her confusion. She thought of Hank. She didn't particularly like him, but he wasn't a bad guy when it came down to it. And now that she'd seen Elaine's two-faced behavior, Susan even felt a little sorry for Hank. Big, slow-moving Hank. He wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he meant well. Elaine had never meant well in her life. That's why Susan's real father had divorced her.
Susan went into the front room of the big house and made her way quietly down the hall to the stairs. She went to her room and threw herself on the bed. It was better living here in the country than in that cramped apartment in town. But how long would this new life last? Susan could predict that sooner or later Hank would find out about Elaine's morals. Elaine would shack up with somebody again soon, then somebody else. There would be fights and screaming and things thrown. It had been like that when her father had discovered that Elaine was doing a lot of fooling around. And Susan didn't think she could stand to go through it all again.
"I'm going to get the hell out of here," she swore to herself in the semi-darkness. Her cunt still throbbed for touching and she began to peel her shorts off slowly as she made plans for her getaway. She'd get enough money from Elaine's purse to buy a bus ticket. Then she'd pack her duffel bag and ride. Before they missed her she'd be out of the state.
But that was for tomorrow and the next day. Now she had something else to tend to. More gingerly than ever, she cupped her naked cunt with one hand and pressed upwards until the folds opened to reveal the mushy flesh. Again she curled and uncurled her finger against the tender furrow. Her juices began to flow again. She wriggled her hips slowly, trying not to think of Elaine's rutting movements in the kitchen. But Susan could not block out part of that scene. She kept imagining Sid's big cock pressing against her cunt. She imagined his mouth on her small white tits, his hands digging into the curvy swells of her ass cheeks. And while she thought of this she caressed herself into a trembling fever of excitement.
The thrilling surges rocketed through her. Susan brought her legs together suddenly, clamping her thighs and pumping her hips rhythmically with her finger resting in the sweet, slick channel. She could feel her clit throbbing strongly as the pleasure built. Then she pulled a pillow across her face, because she knew she was going to scream. She couldn't help it. She just couldn't help it!
"Yiiiiii!"
Her hips wallowed with a fury very much like her mother's movements while Sid had fucked her. But Susan wasn't thinking of her mother at all. She wasn't really thinking of Sid either. She was only thinking of a male mouth against hers. Male hands on her ass. Male cock rubbing her hot little pussy! She fingered herself in a last spasm of rising pleasure. Again the throes of total release went through her. Again she tensed and thumped the mattress with her slim hips. She came, gloriously, screaming into the pillow over and over until at last she was out of breath completely, babbling in her own drool, her eyelids fluttering.
"Uhhhh, uhhh yesss!" Now she could sleep. Tomorrow she'd worry about her plans to depart. Tomorrow ...
Chapter Two
"What's this shit?" Hank was yelling. "What in the hell is this God damned shit?"
Susan tried to grasp the situation. She had been dreaming, dreaming something vaguely nice when the door of her room had burst open. Now Hank was shaking her shoulders hard, making her head bob. She blinked and tried to focus on his red, angry face. He was shirtless, his muscled chest heaving. He thrust a crumpled paper into her face again.
"Hank, I just woke up, I don't understand ... "
"Ain't nothing to understand." He quit shaking her and straightened up again. Susan had slept in a t-shirt only and with all the shaking and grabbing, it had hiked up to expose a bit of her tummy. She clutched at the sheet.
Hank's eyes scurried across her navel before she hid it from him. For an instant his anger seemed to drain away. Then he clomped to the door and put his head against it. Slowly, with frightening strength, he began to pound a fist against the wall. "That bitch left me," he whimpered. "She ran off with my asshole brother Sid."
Now Susan was reading the note. It was a hastily scribbled apology, saying that she hadn't known, hadn't guessed that Sid would affect her like he had; Elaine had said nothing about Susan, nothing at all. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Now she wished that she'd left the night before. Because she was scared stiff of Hank. And when he turned to face her again, she knew he'd been drinking.
"Did you know anything about this?"
"No Hank. I swear I didn't." It was a lie, but not a bad one. She'd only found out last night and Hank had been gone anyway. She wondered if she should tell him that she had never trusted her mother, that her mother was a slut. She decided to keep still. Hank was looking at her in the oddest way. She could smell the liquor stronger as he came over to her and wrapped a big hand around her wrist.
"You must've known something," he threatened, jerking her up in the bed. The sheet fell from her nakedness. Only her t-shirt hid her immature tits. Hank seemed momentarily surprised at this unexpected display of youthful beauty. Susan had slim hips and a pert, firm ass, each ass cheek a rounded swell of perfection. Her belly and thighs were tan. Across her loins was the white pattern where her skin had been hidden from the sun by her bikini.
Hank sucked in a long breath. His eyes were locked on her flat belly now. He scanned the graceful, lithe lines of her legs. His fingers were hurting her wrist.
"Hank, let me go! You're hurting me!"
"You had to know she was running off with Sid. Somebody had to know." Hank eased a pint bottle from his hip pocket and tilted it up. Some of the liquor ran down his neck. Then he was looking down at Susan again. She was trembling like a rabbit. She was squirming sideways, trying to hide her nakedness from his merciless gaze. Suddenly, his anger seemed to subside.
"You look soft as a mink down there," he murmured. He was staring at the inverted pyramid of sparse brown curls that didn't quite hide her cuntlips. "I'll bet you've pleased a few boys with ... "
"Hank!" She tried to look indignant. It wasn't easy considering the fear she felt for him. "I'm a virgin."
"A virgin? With a mother like Elaine?"
"Just because she was a slut doesn't mean ... " Susan stopped, realizing she'd said too much.
"So you did know."
"Not about Sid. I ... I ... "
"Liar." He squeezed her wrist hard enough to make her wince. Then he pulled her forward against him and his big arm went around her back. She'd always known he was big, but being close like this was frightening. He was a giant. And the front of his jeans was all pushed out with something that Susan could barely stand to think about.
"Hank ... don't ... " He was kissing her neck, licking up her body's natural perfume as a big hand slid down to the small of her back, then went lower. "Ohhhhh Hank, let me go!"
But he wouldn't let her go. He kept feeling her white, firm cheeks, letting his finger Slide between them finally to caress her asshole. She jumped and wiggled furiously. Hank was like a gorilla. He was breathing hard, his whiskey mouth hot against her ear now. Susan pushed against his shoulders but it was like fighting a tornado. He laughed and threw her suddenly onto the bed. She sprawled awkwardly, her legs apart. Hank grabbed her ankles and pinned them. He was staring directly into the slightly parted lips of her young cunt. His eyes were bloodshot and wild looking. He seemed about to drool.
"Well to hell with Elaine. At least she left me something."
"Hank! What ... "
"Somebody has to look after you." He gave a chuckle and squeezed her ankles a little harder. His thumb and fingers were wrapped all the way around each one. Slowly, he pulled her thighs open. The steamy interior of her cunt made a wet sound as it peeled apart. Whimpering with embarrassment and fright, Susan squirmed her hips. But when she clamped a hand over her mound, Hank stretched her feet apart even further.
"If you don't want me to do something crazy, you'd better get that hand out of the way."
His voice meant business. Susan let him look at her adolescent cunt.
"Hank, it's not my fault that Elaine took off."
"Maybe not." He didn't seem interested in talking about Elaine. He stared at tier glossy pink flesh. Susan blushed.
"Do you have to look at me like that?"
"Elaine always did have the prettiest cunt. You took after her. Yours is even prettier."
"Let me up, Hank, Please let me up."
"From now on I'll be telling you what to do," he bellowed. "So shut that sassy little mouth of yours." Hank let go of her ankles and swayed out the door. Susan jumped from the bed and went to the closet. She knew she didn't have much time. If she was going to get out of there, she had to get out fast. She grabbed her nylon duffel and began stuffing things into it. She hadn't yet bothered to put on a pair of panties. Her mind was tumbling in confusion. She hardly knew what to pack. Then the door bumped open again and Hank said something.
"You don't have to leave." He smiled. In his right hand dangled a coil of leather thongs. He came forward as Susan rose. He pushed her onto the bed again and rolled her onto her belly. She writhed helplessly while he wrapped the thongs around her wrists. Susan began quietly to cry.
"That ain't gonna help. I don't figure on letting you slip away like Elaine did. I've been a lonesome man living out here in this old house. That's why I was sucker enough to go for Elaine. But now that she's got me all netted up, I aim to have my fun. It was lucky she left her daughter behind. Hell, you're even better than Elaine."
Hank rolled her onto her back. Her wrists were bound just above the small of her back. She was panting hard as he grabbed her t-shirt and eased it up until both her quivering tits were exposed. There the pattern of her bikini had made a pattern of white to match the one below. Her pink nipples looked as delicate as jewels. Hank was getting an eyeful.
When he began to kiss her navel, Susan thought she would die. No one had ever kissed her much at all. Even her few dates had been pretty tame affairs. Oh, a boy sometimes got his hand on one of her tits. But never directly. Now Hank was licking her tan belly like he couldn't get enough. And the swell in his jeans was larger than before. Susan squeezed her thighs tightly together. Hank laughed and forced them apart again, his thumbs sinking into her muscles like they were putty.
He kissed her navel again, digging into it with the point of his tongue. The shivery pleasure Susan felt made her whimper. She was too afraid to enjoy it. What was this madman going to do with her? He licked down towards her thatch of cunthair.
"No!"
"Oh yeah." He laughed, keeping her thighs apart with the heels of his hands while he used his thumbs to open her outer lips. Wriggling frantically, Susan felt his tongue slide into the juicy heat of her crevice. It was the most astounding sensation she'd ever experienced. He licked slowly, very slowly. He went up the steamy channel, over her clithood and then back down again. The fifth time he did this, her clit had exposed its beaded head.
"Nhhhhuuhhhh," she panted, unable to shut off the flood of pleasure that was surging through her loins. "Ohhhhh Hank, stop it now! Stop it!"
"You taste better than filet mignon." He burrowed deeper, his face wallowing from side to side as he let her dripping honey coat his cheeks and chin.
"My God in heaven," Susan murmured, her eyes going out of focus. She had to resist these sharp thrills. She had to shut it all off. If Hank knew he was having an effect upon her, she'd be lost. He lapped her like a dog now, growling a little as he pinched her clit nub between his teeth. Holding the hot bump he flicked his tongue across it with excruciating slowness. Hank made her bend her knees then, pushing them up and back.
Susan arched her back up from the mattress. Her thighs were rigid and only her head and butt contacted the bed. Hank's lusty feast grew sloppier, louder. She could hear herself being tantalizingly devoured. The sound and smell affected her as much as the velvety friction of the big man's tongue. Oh God, why couldn't she make her mind work? Why couldn't she fight him. She jerked at the thongs that bound her wrists behind her back. Even that added tension made her shiver with pleasure. The position Hank had made her assume was terribly lewd! With her knees almost touching her breasts and her thighs forced wide, her hot little cunt was completely exposed. And Hank worked his mouth around in all of it, licking and sucking and stabbing his tongue into the blossom of her flesh.
He seemed to like the taste of her, the smell of her. He kept groaning like he was in heaven. She could feel the scratch of his beard too. The soft slop of his mouth across her swollen cunt was the most excruciatingly sexy thing she'd ever felt in her whole life! It made her finger games seem childishly tame. But she couldn't let herself go! She couldn't let herself be caught up in the throbbing passion that the big man's mouth was giving her.
"Oh no! Ohhhh Hank, stop it now! Ohhhh please, I'll do anything if you'll stop."
"You're gonna do anything I tell you anyhow," he said back. But at least he'd stopped that maddening licking.
Susan blinked and opened her eyes. Hank was kneeling there on the bed, his hand on his belt buckle. His jeans fell and he jerked his skivvies away too. The up jutting cock made her give a cry of fear. It looked like a pick handle at first glance. Hank too was uncircumcised and his white skin clung tightly to the head of his cock. Susan's eyes were wide now, taking it all in. She guessed that the man's prick was at least eight inches long. It was thick, too, with small blue veins running under the skin. It jerked upward as she stared and then as Hank crawled forward on his knees, it swung menacingly. Behind it, hanging below the place where it grew out of his body, she saw his balls. They looked heavy in their sac. Only then did she break out of the trance-like state the sway of his prick had caused. She gave a squeal of fear.
"No! You're not going to ... "
"That's what a cock is for. And that's what your cunt is for."
"You'll kill me," she hissed, trying to kick at him. One heel caught him just below the collar bone. For a moment Hank rocked back but the smile never left his face. He grabbed her ankle and struggled to corral the other one. Before he caught it though, Susan clipped his forehead. Still, Hank kept grinning.
"That just gets me all the hotter," he said, his cock jumping as he tensed his muscles to subdue her.
"You can't fuck me! It wouldn't go in!" Susan tossed her head from side to side, her silky brown hair splashing across the pillow. "I'm a virgin, Hank! Didn't you hear me tell you that?"
Hank seemed to ponder this. His expression grew serious as he gazed down into her cunt. Then, cradling her firm ass cheeks in his palms, he lifted her upward as if she were some consecrated offering. Using his tongue, he opened her again, searched delicately along the throbbing channel until he was touching her cherry. Writhing furiously, Susan felt him press inward against the spot. She felt another hot thrill which was immediately swallowed up in her fear that he might break her open.
"God, I'd love to fuck you," he muttered, his voice husky. "To feel that tight little pussy around my cock ... " He licked her again, testing the membrane that hid her velvet-lined hole from him. Despite her fear, a fiery rush of pleasure made Susan move her hips ever so slightly.
"Leave me alone Hank, can't you?"
Susan knew the big man well enough to realize she was getting through to him. She'd given him second thoughts about raping her. She'd made him think about it for a second, made him consider just what he was doing. All her whimpering and begging had softened his heart. But his cock was harder than ever. She could hardly stand to look at that stiff, thick thing!
"Elaine fucked over me good," he growled. "Seems like I should get something out of it."
"But it wasn't my fault."
"Don't care whose fault it was." Hank caressed her long legs. As big and rough as his hands were, his touching was tender, almost loving. "You're a beautiful little creature. Too damned beautiful to go to waste."
Susan began to cry. She knew that he was weakening in his resolve to ram his cock into her body. A few tears might give her the edge. She let them flow down her cheeks, sobbing like she was heartbroken and lost.
"Aw, shut that up for christ sake. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
"You're n-n-not?"
"Naw." He let his palm cup the perfect roundness of her ass. "But I'm not gonna let you go either." Hank lowered his body down between her thighs.
For a moment, Susan thought he'd gone back on his word. But when he rubbed the tip of his cock up against her swollen cunt, she forgot her fear. Her juices coated his exposed head. He had stretched his foreskin back and though she couldn't see that dark, swollen knob, she could feel it! It was as soft and slick as her own insides. Hank let it dip into her plump crevice, let it rub against the smooth inner surfaces. He moved it up and down so that it rode over her clit each time.
Panting fast and hard, Susan began to move her hips. She cursed herself for doing it. But she couldn't help respond to the incredibly delicate friction. Hank's cock felt so spongy, yet so firm. It was hot too! And it throbbed steadily.
"You like that, don't ya?" Hank said, kissing her neck. Somehow he was supporting his weight on one elbow so that he didn't crush her. The tickle of his chest hair against her nipples was driving Susan half crazy.
"You promised you wouldn't, Hank."
"I know. I'm not gonna fuck you. Maybe I'll wait a bit for that. Give you a week to get used to the idea." He brought his cocktip up and moved it forward against her clit.
The tingle of electric excitement made Susan arch her back. But besides the pleasure she was feeling, she was thinking fast. In a week she could think of a way to escape. She'd have her things packed and when Hank wasn't looking, she'd be gone. He had to go to work. He couldn't guard her twenty-four hours of every day.
"God, you're soft!" he sighed, pumping his cock forward. It rode up the length of her channel again and the friction made her ass cheeks tighten. It was almost like fucking without having a cock inside her. The steady rub of his pricktip up the swollen flesh of her crevice made her heart pound, her breathing grow shallow and tense.
Hank's fingers curved into the crack of her ass. She tensed more. He was touching that tight brown whorl, fingering it as if he'd like to see what was inside. Embarrassed shock made Susan clench her teeth.
"God Hank, don't touch me there!"
"Maybe that'd be a way to do it," he said. "Noooo!"
Hank kissed her open mouth then. The sensation of his tongue pushing forcefully between her teeth was shocking, but exciting at the same time. She whimpered and rolled her hips as his finger kept pressing her asshole, his cocktip riding smoothly over her feverish clit. She'd never been through anything like this before! Her skin glowed, her nipples tingled. Her breathing was wild and hot. Hank was mumbling something.
" ... gonna come ... "
"Hank!"
" ... wish I could put it inside you ... "
"No, Hank!"
Susan was aware that her hips were thrusting around. She couldn't help but rub her pussy against that thick, hot knob. She could imagine how it looked all purple and slick with her juices. She could almost see her delicate lips caressing it. She whimpered as the pressure against her asshole grew stronger. Then suddenly, Hank had inserted his finger to the first knuckle. She was skewered and her ass whipped around. The tickle between the lips of her cunt was intense. She was losing control. She was going to come!
"Baby," Hank panted, his finger going deeper. Susan clamped her ass cheeks tight, trying to stop this shameful penetration of her body. Why did Hank want to put his finger up her ass? What was wrong with him? But his cock felt more velvety than ever. It throbbed and pulsed and made her itch so much!
The itch turned to the most maddening sensation she'd ever experienced. She couldn't seem to scratch the ravenous tickle. It made her arch her back, made her jerk her hands in an effort to loosen the leather thongs that bound her. And all the time Hank was fingerfucking her ass.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed, losing everything. A sudden rush of exquisite pleasure made her lurch violently under the body of the big man. He let his chest crush her down. His mouth devoured her soft lips. His finger went two-knuckles deep in her squeezing asshole. She bucked, her clit exploding suddenly. Waves of ecstasy shivered through her. She was crying out, moaning with the lust the big man had brought to her senses. His cocktip was pressed tightly against her clit. She could count the steady throbs. She babbled something as her loins caught fire.
As Hank rubbed his cockshaft up and down her juicy cunt, she felt him tense up. He held his breath and his finger curled inside her ass. Then a spattering of hot cum seemed to drench the underside of her body. She felt the stuff against her thighs, seeping down her crack, shooting up over her belly. Hank had lifted himself as he rubbed her. He pumped the head of his cock gently but forcefully as the steamy sap boiled out. Now it was making white flecks across her tits.
"Hank ... " she sighed weakly, her mind flip-flopping in the delirium she was engulfed in. "Ohhhhh Hank!"
Susan didn't know whether she hated or liked him. She didn't even know who it was on top of her for a moment. She only felt the incredibly keen sensations. The pleasure. The maddening itch between her thighs that could never be scratched enough. And there was the tightness of Hank's finger in her ass. The hot strings of jizz arching up across her body, then ground between the big man's belly and hers.
At last his rutting movements had stopped. She panted weakly, wondering where she was and what had happened to her. Slowly the room came back to focus. She felt Hank easing his finger out of her ass. The shame returned and so did the fear. But she was too exhausted to show much fright. She lay there weak and panting, her eyes closed, her cum-smeared body splotched with red where Hank had kissed and chewed.
"Untie me," she managed to say as Hank turned toward the door. But he didn't look back. He lumbered out, mumbling something about Elaine and about getting more whiskey. His pint bottle lay on its side on the bed. Susan smelled the fumes from the mouth of it. For the first time in her life, she felt she needed a drink. But with her hands tied she could only dream of the hot stuff in her throat and belly.
"What's he going to do with me?" she sobbed, Susan rolled over onto her belly then, rubbing the slimy cum from her tits. Her cunt still throbbed from the devastating come she'd had. And her asshole tingled in such a strange way. She couldn't begin to admit to herself that Hank's finger had excited her there.
Chapter Three
Susan came awake as she was being carried. Hank didn't say anything, but he seemed sober again. He fumbled with a key while he supported her naked body in one great arm. Then he kicked the door open and went inside. Now Susan remembered the mysterious door at the end of the hall. Elaine had wondered about the room too, but Hank had never shown interest in showing it to anybody.
"This is the bedroom they kept my old daddy in when he went crazy," he told Susan. "He's long gone now and I've always kept it locked up." He dropped her onto the big bed. "It's a little dusty, but it'll do fine."
"Hank, what are you going to do with me?"
"Why keep you here," he laughed, showing surprise that she hadn't guessed his intentions. "I'm gonna keep you here to replace Elaine. You're gonna be my wife." Hank rubbed his shock of blond hair. The way he was looking at her made Susan lower her long lashes. "I know you think you can run off as soon as I'm gone to work. But it ain't gonna be like that. I got somebody to watch you."
"Nobody would go along with anything like that!" Susan said, challenging him with her most fierce stare. Hank just grinned like he always did when he was sure of himself.
"My nephew Billy sure as hell will. I paid off the sheriff for him a few years back. He went and got drunk and stole a car and they was gonna throw the book at him. Took a few hundred bucks to grease the palm of the law. So I guess Billy owes me a favor. And seein' that he doesn't have a job right now, he can make sure you don't set fire to anything or break out all the windows or start hollering." He chuckled. "Not that hollering would do you any good out here."
"You're not really going through with this, are you Hank? You know what it is you're doing."
"I just don't give a damn anymore," he said, rolling her onto her stomach. She felt him fumble at the thongs at her wrist. She sat up then, rubbing her flesh where the leather had cut into it.
"Sooner or later I'll get out of here," she said. "Then what?"
"Then we'll just see. Meanwhile I can get what's coming to me." He cupped a big hand behind her head and fondled her hair. "I'm gonna fuck you, little girl. So you might as well get used to the idea. I'm gonna slide my cock so deep into your body that you'll think it's part of you."
Susan trembled. Just Hank's words had started a tingling between her thighs. Much as he frightened her, he excited her too. In all the wrong ways of course. She had to remember that. She had to escape before he went through with his threat.
"Billy will fix you lunch and bring it to your room. I'll eat my evening meal up here." Hank smiled broadly, then looked at his watch. "Hell, I'm late now. Where is that little bastard?" Hank left her alone.
Susan had never met Billy. She didn't even know how old he was. But when she heard muted voices in the hallway she went to the door and pressed her ear close. She was locked in, of course, and there were wrought iron gratings over all the windows. She felt creepy over the fact that she was being kept in a crazy man's room. What were they saying out there?
At last Hank's pickup started up and she went to the window to watch him leave. An hour passed and no one came. For all she knew she was alone in the house.
Maybe her stepfather was bluffing. Could it be that he'd left no one to watch her? But even if that was true it would take some doing to escape this room.
She found her duffel behind the bed where Hank had dropped it. Inside were the clothes she'd hurriedly packed. She got out a fresh pair of panties, a pair of cut-off jeans and a halter top. Then she went to the ancient bathroom and ran herself a tub.
She was dressed, brushing her hair before the big mirror over the bed when someone tapped at the door. A key turned in the lock. Susan waited as she watched the knob turn. Then a man's face pushed into the room. A man with curly brown hair and pleasant features. He smiled tentatively.
"You Susan?"
"Who in the hell else could I be?"
"Got your lunch." He came in and put the plate on the table. He was long and lanky, not nearly so muscular as Hank. He looked to be about thirty. He nodded and turned to leave. He stopped at the door. "My name's Billy. If you need anything just bang ... "
"Wait," she called, getting up. "Don't go yet."
"I'm not supposed to hang around. Hank said ... "
"You do everything that Hank tells you? Just like that?"
"Well ... "
"I'm lonely. I need somebody to talk to. I don't even have a radio up here."
"Maybe for a little while," the man said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Until you finish your sandwich."
Susan ate slowly, trying to figure out what kind of guy this Billy was. She caught him looking at her legs once but when their eyes met, he quickly looked away.
"Do you know how much trouble you could get into for going along with Hank?"
Billy shrugged. His hair was long over his Collar and he pushed his fingers through it and shrugged again. "I've been in trouble before. Anyhow, Hank took care of me once."
"This is kidnapping."
"He's your father, isn't he?"
"Not really." Susan chewed her sandwich. "He never adopted me. He didn't have time." Susan noticed that Billy was looking at her legs again. She was thinking of how to use this man so she could escape. But she was a little afraid of him too. There was something odd about him. Why had Hank left this particular guy to watch her? Because he figured that Billy would never try to fool around on his own? He sure liked her legs though. He was practically staring now. Susan decided to take a chance.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Billy bit his Up and looked away. "Sure." Susan sensed a shyness in him that wasn't noticeable before. She extended one leg slowly, then bent it to scratch her shin with her heel. Billy rubbed his arm nervously. "I guess I'd better go now. You're through with the sandwich."
"Would you like to kiss me, Billy?" Susan knew she was playing with fire. But if she could just get downstairs someway she might be able to get away for good. Billy was blushing. He gave her a soft smile.
"Hank wouldn't like that."
"Let's not talk about Hank." Susan went to sit down beside the lanky young man. He nearly bolted but she calmed him with a look. "Why don't you kiss me now."
"You won't tell Hank?"
"Of course I won't tell Hank."
Billy closed his eyes and brought his mouth down at an awkward angle. Now Susan realized that Billy was uncomfortable around girls, even if he was lots older than she was. She wished she knew more about men. There had to be a way to use this shyness of his to her own advantage.
They kissed and Susan pretended to be excited by it. Actually, it wasn't such a bad kiss. She wasn't all that experienced herself. She put her hand on his shoulder and could feel him trembling.
"You'll let me go downstairs today, won't you?"
"I don't think I'd better. Hank told me ... "
"You certainly depend a lot on Hank." She kissed Billy's cheek softly, sliding her hand over his chest. Surely that would arouse him. Yes, she could see the swelling at the crotch of his jeans. He was breathing hard, too. He was kind of nice-looking. Susan tried to think of other ways to convince her keeper that he could trust her.
"I'd better go back downstairs," he said finally, trying to get up. His cock was so swollen that he couldn't. Susan pretended not to see his problem but the young man was blushing furiously.
"There's no hurry. Stay while I eat my lunch."
Billy had no choice. She could see him trying to concentrate on other things while she chewed her sandwich and gave him warm looks. His cock stayed rigid for awhile and then began slowly to subside. He tugged at his jeans a bit, careful to make sure she wasn't looking. But of course she was. She went to the window and peered through the wrought iron grating. A hundred yards from the house there was a pond fed by an irrigation stream. The water looked inviting. When she and Elaine had first come to Hank's place, she'd thought of how nice it would be to go swimming there. Now was her chance.
Finishing the last bite of her sandwich, she turned. "Hank won't be back for a long time yet, will he?"
"No," Billy said, looking uncomfortable again.
"Well then, why don't we go swimming? It's already pretty hot outside and nobody would know."
"Hank told me not to let you out of this room."
"You could ... you could tie my wrist if you want and hold onto the other end of the rope."
Billy shook his head. "I don't know about that." But Susan could tell he was weakening.
"You'd be in the water with me. I don't see what harm there is in that. I promise I won't try anything." She went to sit by him on the bed. "Please, Billy, please?"
His cock began to rise again and she let her hand slide down across the lumped-up denim as if by accident. Billy let out a breath and seemed about to kiss her again. Instead he got up and limped towards the door.
"I'll see if I can find something to use," he croaked. "I can't have you getting away or anything. Hank would murder me."
With the door closed, Susan did a little dance of joy. Susan was certain that Billy was weakening. Now if she could just play her cards right, she'd be out of this hell-hole by evening. Hank would never see her again, the bullying bastard. She brushed her hair again and dug in her duffel bag until she found her lipstick. Using only a trace, she touched up her lips and examined the results in the mirror. She didn't really know anything about makeup, but was glad she'd put some of Elaine's throwaway cosmetics in with her stuff. There was a sound at the door and she heard the key turning in the lock again. "I found something," Billy said coming toward her. Susan smiled and let him take her left wrist. But her heart almost stopped when she felt the cold chain slide around it. It was the kind used on dog collars and Billy pulled it snug and slipped a tiny padlock through the links. On the end of that chain was another, longer chain that he wrapped twice around his fist.
"I'm sorry to have to do this," he said, "but Hank ... "
"I know," Susan said frowning. "Hank would murder you."
They went downstairs and out the back door. Susan's mind was working, trying to put together some kind of plan. Maybe she'd have to do more than she'd planned to weaken Billy, to make him trust her. By now they'd come to the edge of the pond and Billy gave her a shy look as he squatted on his haunches.
"This here chain is about twelve-feet long. That oughta give you enough slack to get wet."
"Aren't you coming in with me?"
"Better not." Billy looked serious. Susan frowned. She was going to have to go a little further than she'd planned. She pretended to fumble with the tie of her halter top, then gave Billy a helpless look.
"Could you untie this please?"
"You're taking that off?" he said, his eyes showing the shock he felt.
"I don't have a swimsuit, Billy. And I don't want to get my clothes wet." She giggled, trying to look more relaxed than she was. "Don't worry, I do have on a pair of panties under my shorts."
Billy undid the knot of her top and quickly turned away. She let it drop into the wild grass at the pond's edge. Then she wiggled out of her shorts, the chain clinking at her wrist as she stepped out of them. Billy was taking quick looks and hiding his eyes again.
Susan walked around the edge of the pond a little, making him have to get up so he could continue to hold his end of the chain. She knew how skimpy her bikini panties were. They were of pure nylon with a white lace edging around the legs and waist. She moved gracefully, trying not to be too conscious of the young man who ogled her. When she turned so he could see her small white tits, he swallowed and lowered his eyes. His cock was making a mountain at the crotch of his blue jeans.
"It feels cold," she said, shivering as she touched her toe to the water. "But I'm hot anyway." She waded out until the water lapped close to the crotchband of her panties. Playfully, she splashed water over her shoulders and let the sunlit droplets slide down over her pink nipples. Billy wasn't missing any of this.
Now she was in the water, dog-paddling slowly to the deeper water. Touching the bottom with pointed toes, she could barely keep her chin above the surface. The chain didn't impede her much. But she would never be free until she could get the other end out of Billy's fist.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked, her eyes daring him.
"Nope."
"Aw, don't be a spoilsport." She waded back to the shallow end of the pond, coming toward him as her body emerged from the water. Now her skimpy, low-cut panties clung tightly to her mound. She knew that her crack was clearly defined against the nearly transparent nylon. Billy was staring at this wonderful phenomenon, swallowing even faster than before. "It's really cool," she said, cupping her small tits. Though she'd never dreamed of behaving like this in front of a man, it seemed to come easy. Maybe there was a little Elaine inside her. Just a little. She didn't want much. She only wanted enough to get her out of her present predicament.
"Well?" Susan insisted, "are you coming in or aren't you?"
Wrapping the end of the chain around a branch, Billy hopped on one foot while he jerked off a boot. Then came his shirt and finally, after giving her an embarrassed look, he jerked down his pants. His skivvies were all pooched out in front and he tried to keep his body turned away so she couldn't see. With careful steps he entered the water, bringing his end of the chain with him. He seemed relieved when his shorts were under water.
Susan knew she had to do something, but didn't quite know how. She was trembling, scared stiff. After what Hank had done to her on the bed the other morning, she knew that she couldn't ever really trust a man. They were a little crazy when it came to sex. Hank had been like a wild animal, his mouth touching her in places she'd never been touched before. She shuddered, hardly able to think about it. Yet when she did think about it, her cunt throbbed with forbidden pleasure.
They were both in the deeper water now and Susan came closer, watching Billy watching her. She made sure he could see her tits floating in the water. They were perfect twin spheres, small and white and firm. Her pink nipples were hard from being cold and she let one brush Billy's arm as she pretended to lose her footing for a moment.
"This is nice," she said, giving him her nicest smile. "I'm glad you let me do it."
"Just don't say nothing to Hank."
"Of course not." She smiled again. "Would you hold me up so I can try to float?"
"Sure, I guess so."
Susan let her legs rise under the water, pushing back so that she floated directly in front of her keeper. He put a hand at the small of her back. She saw he was staring right down at her tan belly, her navel, her downy thighs. And he was looking at the way her wet panties clung to her mound. Susan rocked her hips a little, letting the silken band slip deeper between the lips of her pussy. Billy's nostrils flared. His hand trembled where he supported her under the water.
"That's fun," Susan said, letting her legs sink then, turning in the water to face him. As she twisted, her thighs brushed across his erection. With his skivvies so wet, it felt as if he were naked. And Billy was beginning to want her very much. She could tell by the helpless look in his eyes. It was time for her to make a move. Scared as she was, she knew that Billy would never do anything. Hank had him too freaked out.
"You're hard," she whispered, letting her fingers linger against the outward push of his erection. It throbbed on the other side of his underwear. She dared to squeeze it a little and was able to feel the shape of the shaft, then the head. By now Billy had put his hands on her waist and was squeezing his fingers into her smooth flesh. Susan lifted her chin to be kissed. Billy wasn't so shy this time as he pressed his lips down against hers. Under the water she squeezed his cock again. After a moment's hesitation she eased her thin hand under the elastic waistband and found the throbbing, rigid thing. Her heart did flip-flops as she let her fingers curl around it. It wasn't as big as Hank's, but it was big.
"God ... " Billy sighed, his eyes closing.
"That feels good?"
"God yes!" He panted, his hands almost hurting her waist he squeezed so hard.
Under the water, Susan began to move his cockskin up and down. Billy responded by kissing her mouth again. A sloppy hungry kiss that excited her more than she'd expected. His skivvies had slipped down his thighs now and she could feel his balls when she brought her hand down. Using her free hand, she fondled his balls. She was giddy with her daring. She'd never dreamed of doing anything like this to a man. It was the necessity of her position that forced her to. But now that she was handling a cock, her heart thumped and her breathing was shallow and rapid. What was there about holding onto something so hot and stiff and streamlined! She remembered what Hank had done with his big prick. She remembered the touch of it against her soft, dripping flesh.
"Jesus Christ ... " Billy murmured, his mouth in her hair, his arms sliding around her back. Peering down into the clear water, Susan could see the darkened head of his cock. When she brought her clasping fingers up sharply against the flared part it throbbed and swelled even bigger. She did this with a steady, slow rhythm. She felt the chain loosen in Billy's fingers as he continued to hug her back. She had to stay alert. She had to be ready when her chance came.
"Uhhhhhhh," Billy moaned, pumping his hips. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Kiss me," Susan whispered, brushing her bare breasts against Billy's chest. He kissed her and she felt the chain slip from his fingers. But it would be silly to try and escape now. What she had to do was get him to trust her.
"The chain, where in hell is the chain?" he babbled, his hips still moving as she jacked him.
"I'm not going anywhere," she breathed back, letting her nipples tease across his chest. His cock was throbbing hard now and Susan had to admit that she was very excited by Billy's reactions. He tried to turn, tried to get to shallower water. Susan came with him a few steps but he couldn't go on. His cock was about to explode. She could feel the tension inside him. His face was slack with passion, his eyes half-lidded as he clutched her arm.
Looking down, Susan saw that Billy's cocktip was only an inch under the surface of the water now. As she continued to bring her fingers up against the underside of the flared head, he made a strangling sound and clutched her waist. A white spurt erupted from the tiny opening, making the pool ripple. The second surge of cum actually broke the surface and Susan watched with wonder as the white tendrils floated off. He was coming fast now, his cock jerking in her tight grasp, his breath caught in his throat. Using one hand on his balls, the other to milk his hot cock, Susan watched the rhythmic surge of male jism. The water was speckled with the white strings and droplets now. They floated against her belly, hanging in the downy blond hair around her navel. The head of Billy's cock was dark blue, almost purple. She was panting hard as she watched the magic of his come continue. Then he sagged, his knees giving as he nearly went under.
"Damn ... that ... good, damned good."
"Are you okay, Billy?" she breathed, pushing a damp curl back from his forehead. She'd let go of him and was carefully winding in the chain he'd let drop.
" ... think so," he panted.
Susan drifted away a few yards, keeping an eye on Billy's reactions. She looked to the place where she'd left her clothes, looked to the house. She would have a slim chance if she ran now. She had to be sure that the young man wouldn't catch her. Because after that first attempt at escape, he'd never trust her again. For the time being, she put aside her desire to be free. She'd tire him out more, make him sleepy. Only then would the odds be in her favor.
Billy looked up suddenly, his eyes wide with panic. Susan knew he'd realized that he'd let go the chain and that she was no longer nearby. But she had climbed onto a half-submerged tree trunk in the meantime and was resting back against the damp wood, her knees bent. She smiled at Billy's panic-stricken face and held up the arm that the chain was locked on.
"Oh, don't be such a worry wart. I wouldn't get you in trouble by running away."
Billy gave her a little smile but she could tell he was still nervous about letting her have even that much freedom. He came over and found the end of the chain again. His eyes looked up across her naked breasts and he licked his lips.
"Do you really think we need this silly chain?" Susan asked. "If you take it off my wrist, I'll promise not to be any trouble."
"Better not. I just can't take the chance."
"It's up to you I guess." She leaned forward and kissed him suddenly on the mouth. Billy took her in his arms, enjoying the rub of her breasts across his chest again. "I like you," Susan whispered, making sure her lips tickled his ear.
"I like you too, but I'd better take you back to your room now."
Sulking, Susan dried off and put her clothes back on. But she knew she'd made some progress. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day-her chance would come.
Chapter Four
Susan dreaded it when she heard Hank return that afternoon. She heard him greet Billy on the front steps, heard them saying something about what a hot day it had been. She even heard her own name mentioned but couldn't hear the rest. Then Billy plodded out to his beat-up sedan and drove away. Susan quickly put on a pair of bell-bottomed jeans and a top that fit her loosely. She was trembling inside. What would Hank want of her tonight?
The little game she'd played with Billy in the pond had disturbed her more than she'd expected. Touching him, watching his excitement, had started a slow fire burning inside her. After she'd been returned to her room, she'd taken a shower. While the water had sprayed down on her shoulders, her thoughts had strayed to her recent experiences with Hank and Billy. Somehow she'd fought off the urge to indulge her fantasies too much.
But once out of the bathroom, she'd found herself trembling, her cunt swollen open like a ripe flower. Throwing herself onto the bed, she'd used her finger until a turbulent storm of pleasure raged through her cunt. She'd screamed then as she'd come and, moments later, trying to regain her composure, she was sure she'd heard Billy bump the door. Had he been lurking out there in the hallway? Watching her through the keyhole?
One had not been enough, either. Less than an hour had passed and she had to strip off her clothes and do it again, this time in a squatting position, her fingers making slippery music as she plowed them up and down her dripping, glistening slit.
But now that she could hear Hank coming upstairs, she almost panicked. Her passions still had not been satisfied, but she didn't think she could stand to be in the same room with that half-crazed giant. She wheeled as the door slammed open.
"There's my little beauty. I'll bet you need to get out of this room after being cooped up all day."
Surprised by her captor's thought fullness, Susan went downstairs with him. He fixed her something to eat, even offered her a cold beer. She drank it down quickly, grateful for the slight buzz it gave her. Hank watched her eat. She couldn't tell what was on his mind.
"You know, maybe it was a good thing after all that Elaine ran off with my brother." He reached his big hand out to pat her thigh. " 'Cause now I have you."
"You aren't going to forget that I'm ... " She blushed and grabbed her beer.
"Oh sure. At least for a while. Until you get used to me."
"What do you mean?"
"You're old enough to fuck with a man in my book. But I know I'm not normal when it comes to size. So I'll just let you get used to me little by little."
These words frightened Susan all the more. Little by little! Didn't he really mean that he was going to make her fuck him or else? She finished eating and drained her beer. Hank got her another. He was looking hungrily at her now and she knew that he would make her go upstairs with him pretty soon. She had to give herself a little time.
"I bought you something to wear," he said, pulling a package out of a bag. Susan was almost afraid to look. She pulled the two tiny straps and watched as the nightgown drifted up out of the wrapping. It looked like a fifty-dollar job with plenty of lace. The small cups would fit her tightly, she could see. The whole thing wouldn't cover more than her ass cheeks and maybe an inch of her thighs. She trembled a little putting it back in the bag. Hank laughed.
"Sooner or later you're gonna take a liking to me, baby. And then we can forget about locking you up. You'll be my woman."
Susan stood up and went to the back door. Hank didn't stop her. She considered the distance between where he sat and where she stood. If she broke and ran; she might make it to the driveway that led to the county road. But Hank could move fast enough to catch her. No, it would only make him angry. He might do something really awful to her then. Breathing hard, she turned to face him. His eyes looked up her body and he stood up.
"Why don't you bring that beer with you, honey?" He took her hand. Like a lamb being led to slaughter, Susan followed. She had no choice. In Hank's bedroom she was left alone to don her new nightie. She heard him in the bathroom at the end of the hall, washing up. She didn't know what he would demand of her now.
She tried to get the bedroom window up, but it was jammed tight. Hank would hear if she broke it. And even if she managed to get to the roof, there was no way down. She heard Hank coming down the hall again.
"Haven't you changed yet?" he asked, frowning at her.
"Hank ... I ... I'm scared." She looked at his naked cock. It stuck out at an upward angle from his body. It was huge, even larger than she'd remembered.
"Scared of this?"
"Look how thin I am," she whimpered, crossing her arms across her breasts. He looked at her tiny waist and the flatness of her tummy.
"I know you're small. That's why I'm so hot on keeping you. I've had lots of big old gals, but never a willowy little nymph like you."
He came to her then, his big hands fumbling at her blouse. She let him strip her down. When he handed her the new nightie, she put it on and stood there feeling awful. He circled her, letting his hot palms trace the adolescent curves of her maturing body. He liked the way the nightie fit her tits, liked the way it draped prettily over the firm cheeks of her ass. When he hooked his thumbs in her panties and started to strip them, she recoiled.
"Don't make me mad," Hank warned. "I'm mean when I get mad."
Susan let him peel her undies off. Her mound was throbbing despite her fear. She felt a little sick but when Hank eased his middle finger down into the hot wetness of her crevice, the sickness was replaced by dizziness.
"Get on that damned bed;" he growled, panting now as he finger fucked her cunt. Susan let him arrange her limbs. He made her bend her knees so that her heels touched her ass. Then he began to lick her like a dog.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed, unable to keep still.
"You taste good tonight," he told her, his tongue finding her hymen and pressing gently inward. She winced more from fear than pain. But Hank kept pressing, working his chin against her flesh until she thought she'd die.
"Ohhhh stop it! Ohhhhh Hank, you make me feel naughty."
"Good." He held her cuntlips apart with his thumbs so he could get to every fold, every velvety wrinkle and nub. He stroked her and teased her as the gown hiked up along her belly. She rocked her hips faster, unable to corral the wild emotions she now felt. Maybe that would satisfy him. Maybe licking her would be enough. In her heart she knew it wouldn't. He'd want to touch her with his big cock. He'd want to push it against her poor little cherry until ...
"Baby doll," Hank groaned spearing his tongue against her cherry again.
"Nooo! Ohhhhh don't push against me there!"
Susan dug her fingers deep into his hair. But she couldn't stop the pressure, couldn't stop him from licking and probing against her most delicate place. A sting of pain made her suck in a lungful of air. She gave a weak sob as the pain continued. It wasn't a bad pain, but she knew that something wrong was being done to her. Hank was using his tongue on her cherry!
"Stop it, Hank! Stop it now!"
The stinging pain increased, became very sharp for a second or two, then stopped altogether. Panting wildly, Susan lifted her head from the pillow. Hank had raised his face and was grinning at her across her heaving tummy. His lips were smeared with blood. Her blood!
"What did you do?" she cried, writhing to escape. He held her ankles in his strong hands. She couldn't wiggle away. And now she could feel something hot dripping down the crack of her ass.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He licked the blood from his lips, then kissed her clit. The thrill that went through her was too consuming for her not to respond. She babbled something and tried to catch her breath but Hank was sucking on the tender nub now, stretching it out from its hood. The tickling pleasure was intense. Panting, Susan tried to think clearly. She knew Hank had torn her cherry, but she didn't know how bad. And she could feel his tongue inching down to the fresh wound again. He inserted the tip and used a fucking movement as he entered the circle of muscles that guarded her young, tight pussy.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh Hank, you're hurting me! You're making me bleed!"
He was fucking her with his tongue. It wasn't going in very far, but her cherry had been torn and she could feel the soft heat sliding through the nervous pinch of her cunt's opening.
"That should give me enough room," he said, lifting himself up over her. She saw his great chest coming down, felt his mouth hot against hers. She struggled and whimpered as his cunt-smeared lips' sucked hers. She could smell and taste her own musky juices. And now she could feel that fevered, swollen tip slipping up the inside of her thigh.
"Easy baby, just take it easy."
"I don't want to take it easy!" Susan cried. "I don't want to take it at all." She fought furiously, beating his back with her small fists. But Hank rode her, pressing her down onto the bed with his massive weight. Only when she weakened, did he ease his cock forward. The tip was throbbing against her clit. He caressed her there until she was babbling, her eyes rolling, her long hair strung across her chin and mouth.
"You beautiful little bitch. You put your mother to shame, you know that? She's a dog beside you."
"Ohhhh, let me go, Hank, don't fuck me! Please don't f-f-fuck me!"
"I'm not gonna put it in very far," he soothed. "Just a little bit to get you used to the size. I'll stretch you like that every day, see?"
"God in heaven," she cried, struggling again. The press of his cock made her buck. He was sliding it down her crevice now, hunting for the hollow place where his tongue had probed. The wet sound of his cocktip popping into that spot made her gasp. She could feel her muscles resisting it. She squeezed her muscles to make the opening even smaller. But Hank brought his hips carefully forward and his swollen, smoothly-rounded head began to plow her open. She tensed, resisting him, pushing the fat knob back a little. Hank's eyes had the funniest look. As if he enjoyed this. She wriggled furiously, trying to think of a way of escape. But the big man had her pinned and he worked his barb around slowly, waiting until she relaxed.
Susan couldn't keep herself tensed against him forever. And as soon as her cunt relaxed for a moment, Hank held her squirming hips in his big hands and pushed. It wasn't a violent thrust, but it was hard enough to split what was left of her cherry. The hot trickle of blood made her cry weakly. Her ass cheeks quivered as she brought them up off the bed. Hank made his throbbing cocktip slide into the circle of her muscled opening. She tightened her cunt muscles and heard a throaty gasp.
"God ... damn ... !"
"Ohhhh, you're sticking it in me! You said you wouldn't do that!"
"I just said I'd give you a little bit ... "
"That's too much!"
"It couldn't hurt you that much."
"No ... but it feels so ... so weird."
As if he wanted her to know what getting fucked was like, Hank made his cock jump. The tip swelled out as the blood was pumped into its spongy cells and was trapped there. There was a juicy sound as her young, unsullied cunt had to stretch around the fevered shape.
"Hank! I'll never be the same!"
"That's good."
He kissed her mouth then, his tongue forcing between her lips. She could taste her own musk again and though it shocked her, it excited her too. The cool silken drape of the nightie tangled around her tummy was sexy. And the way Hank nuzzled her silk-sheathed tits was even more enthralling. No, she couldn't close off her emotions to him completely. He knew too much about exciting the female animal. His teeth pinched her nipples through the sheer nylon. His hands kept sliding up and down her narrow waist, fitting out around her hips, sliding under her cheeks so he could tease her asshole.
And all the while, he kept prodding gently with his swollen tip. By now that darkened knob was almost covered by her dainty outer lips. She thrust a hand down to feel. Her trembling fingertips slid along the mushy, juicy flesh as she touched the hardness of Hank's shaft, then found the flared crown. As she touched it, he pushed upward again and for the first time, the head of his cock was embedded in her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh," she shuddered, thrashing frantically on the bed.
"Relax, baby, all I'm giving you today is the head. I'll make you want more. It won't be hard to do."
"The head? All you're giving me today is ... "
"You're way too tight to take all of me. I don't want to hurt you. I didn't keep you around for that."
"Uhhhh, ohhh it feels awful!" It was a lie. Though she did ache from the stretching of her flesh, an itchy pleasure was spreading through her loins at the same time.
Susan tried hard not to respond to the thrills she experienced now. To let herself enjoy this would only make Hank more confident. He'd have her on the floor, on the sofas downstairs, he'd even try it on the kitchen table. He was just waiting for her to break down like that. But the tingles were extremely powerful now. She bit her tongue and clamped her eyes shut and prayed for help. Inside the opening of her cunt, Hank's big knob pounded with pent-up blood. He was moving it with all the delicacy of a surgeon.
The friction against her super-sensitive flesh was excruciatingly nice. She couldn't turn that pleasure into anything else, much as she hated the way Hank was taking advantage of her. Without thinking, she let her touching fingers find his shaft again, then encircle it slowly, squeezing with her thumb and first finger until the big man grunted deep in his throat.
"How do you like the size of it?" he asked, his tongue flicking at her ear.
"It's ... abnormal." She'd almost said fantastic. But Susan knew that she wasn't in her right mind. She did hate Hank for doing this. She did want to escape from his clutches. And she did want him to stop fucking her.
"Ohhhhh Hank, please leave me alone," she cried. Yet her finger and thumb squeezed a little tighter. Maybe she could shut off the blood to that swollen cocktip that was firmly jammed in the circle of her muscles. Hank nudged forward again, making his barb slide in a tiny fraction of an inch before pulling it back again.
Now the flared part was exposed and Susan felt frantically around it with her fingertips, wishing she knew a way to end this rape. When she tried to straighten her legs, Hank caught his arms behind her thighs, forcing her open, stretching her young pussy as far as it could be stretched. Then once again he buried the cockhead just inside the strained opening. He wasn't fucking her more than two inches worth. To Susan it felt like two feet.
"Whhhuuuhhh, ohhh Hank, I'm dizzy!"
But that wasn't all she was. The tingles had become more than just tingles. Her tickling itch had begun to throb, making the flesh around her hole tighten even more. Hank felt this too and his breathing increased. He held her head while he kissed her hungrily. His mouth opened around one of her small titties and he pulled the soft swell between his teeth, nightie and all. He moved his hips ever so gently, fucking her with movements less than half an inch from beginning to end. But it was just that teasing friction which was bringing her up toward a breathtaking climax!
Hard as she tried to keep her hips still, the gentle stabbing of the big man's cock had her moving again. She rocked her ass, then plunged it slowly, letting the smooth-fleshed opening of her cunt revolve around the head of Hank's cock as if it were a well-lubricated ball bearing. She was whining now, past self-consciousness, past all stopping.
Hank chuckled as he realized that he had her going. He kissed her neck and ears as she flopped her head back and forth. His hands cradled her slim hips and his fingers dug into the white flesh of each perfect ass cheek.
Hating herself for losing control, Susan tried to make Hank understand that he was exciting her against her will.
"You bastard! I hate you! I despise you! You're an animal to do this to me!"
"An animal you like."
"If I had my way you'd be destroyed."
"Naw, you'd keep me in a cage." He worked his throbbing tip around slowly in the squeezing suction of her cunt's opening.
"Ohhhhh don't do that!"
"Maybe a little deeper then?"
"God no!"
"You've only got the head of it."
"Hank ... uhhhhhhh, Hank, I feel like I'm gonna faint."
"Hell, you're just gonna come."
"I don't want to come! Ohhhhh don't let me come!"
"Okay, I'll be still."
Hank stopped moving completely and watched her face as Susan blinked her eyes and stared up at him. She chewed her lip harder. Her body began to shudder. Then, with a whimper of defeat, she began to plunge her ass on the bed. She had to roll her cunt's narrow opening around that throbbing, swollen barb! She just had to. Because the tickling madness had taken her to the brink of total pleasure. A pleasure so intense that no human being in the world could resist taking the final leap. Susan leaped, her ass thrusting hungrily under Hank's body. He held himself up from her, keeping her knees pushed back almost against her breasts. Only her hips were moving, plunging, dancing sideways, jerking up and down.
"Yaaaaahhhhh!" she squealed, opening her mouth against the big man's kiss.
"Yeah, baby, you're getting it now!"
"Hank ... ohhhhh damn you! Goddamn you to hell!"
She screamed. She heard it bounce around the room as if a faraway echo. She couldn't think, couldn't see. She could only feel the rounded head of Hank's huge cock jammed into the beginning of her hole. He had kept his promise. He'd given her only a couple of inches to play with. Just that fat, spongy head. And her cunt muscles were squeezing and sucking at it like they'd never let go.
Susan screamed again, the shuddering sound ending with a gurgle as she choked on the raging ecstasy. Tickles of pleasure swam over the surface of her skin. Her nipples burned as if each breast were a small volcano erupting inside Hank's mouth. Yes, he'd skinned the nightie away from both of them and was licking one, then the other. She lurched violently as the throes stabbed through her. She was almost expecting Hank to drive suddenly forward, drive his great cock to the hilt in her adolescent body. But he didn't. He barely moved at all. He let her grind out her pleasure like some nymphomaniac gone wild. She knew why. He wanted to shame her, to make her realize how badly she wanted him.
" ... hate you," she grunted, face twisted in the agony of her pleasure. "Uhhhhhhh."
But what was he doing now? She could feel him easing his pricktip out of the tight clutch of her cunt. For the first time in her life, Susan experienced the emptiness that stretched up inside her. The emptiness that had yet to be touched by anyone or anything. She had to restrain herself from clutching at Hank's ass and pulling him back. But somehow she did.
Looking down, she saw the swollen thing that had been rubbing her so erotically. It was a glossy blue, a dark blue. It pulsed there an inch over her navel. Hank's face looked suffering, as if he wasn't quite sure what he should do. Susan knew then that he'd pulled himself free of her just in time. Because now a small white bubble had appeared at the tip of his prick.
"God damn it, Susy baby, I'm gonna lose it any second ... "
Chapter Five
Susan had never seen anything quite like it. The bubble had burst and a tiny string of cream stretched slowly downward toward her navel. The heat of it made her shiver as she watched Hank's trembling body hover above her. He was making funny sounds in his throat, trying to say something.
" ... grab it! For God's sake, grab the sonofabitch!"
Susan put a hand out, pulled it back again. Why should she help him? He'd forced her into all this, he'd held her captive when her mother had run away with another man. He meant to turn her into his whore unless she could escape. And now he was begging her to touch his cock. He wanted her to jack him, to let him spew out his hot cum onto her stomach!
"Grab it!" Hank cried, hunching his hips forward.
"You go to hell!"
"I'll let you go if you'll do this!"
"You will?"
"Promise! God ... hurry up, Susy! Hurry!"
Susan knew he could be lying. But she didn't pause to think the whole thing through. Her mind was murky from the turbulent spasms she'd experienced. She firmly grasped the thick, hard shaft of Hank's cock. The foreskin slid easily as she pumped him with a slow rhythm. Hank gasped and his face seemed to relax some. The string of cum that hung from his tip to her navel broke as another bubble appeared at the tiny slitted opening. Susan brought her clasping fingers up sharply against the flared part of his barb. At the same instant she felt Hank's huge cock surge, grow larger in her hand. A white stream of jism leaped out over her belly, settling in a hot, slick line between her breasts. As it trickled down, she moaned unconsciously. What could be exciting about having some guy's slimy cum all over her? Yet it was exciting and her throbbing cunt tightened as she jacked him again and watched another spurt jump into the air. This one was more powerful and her fingers had squeezed down a little without her realizing it. The hot stuff fell along the bridge of her nose, across the corner of her mouth, down her chin and neck.
"Ohhhh Christ," she whispered, making a face. Hank didn't seem to notice. He was trying to breathe, trying to hold himself up on hands and knees as her small, thin fingers played with his enormous cock.
Again the white cum burst from his cocktip. Susan had squeezed her fingers even tighter. Maybe she was trying to hurt him. Maybe she was trying to torment him for doing what he had to her. But the pent-up pressure where her thumb and forefinger held back his cream made it leap out even farther and for the first time she tasted something slightly salty, slightly strange. The spurt had made a hot line down her face.
"Muuhhhh," she moaned, releasing her nervous grasp of Hank's cock. He groaned and a powerful tremble went through his hips. The next flood of cum came out in a thick dribble that made splatting noises as it filled her navel to the brim and then overflowed down her waist. The gleaming white rivulet stood out sharply against her tan skin. And the pungent smell of Hank's jism made her nostrils flare wide.
"Ohhh, I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to touch you anymore."
"Damn you, Susan," Hank growled. His words and tone frightened her and she put both hands up to catch his jumping cock. The moment her slickened fingers surrounded his tip again, another fountain of white spurted. Now her nipples glistened with the hot jizz. Hank covered one swell with his mouth, mingling cum and spit, smearing it over her nipple with his tongue.
He wallowed his hips, smiling again because she was holding him, touching him, squeezing him. She despised him. But he'd promised to let her go now, hadn't he? Yes, he'd promised. Susan didn't dare consider that he might go back on that promise.
"Ohhhh, baby," Hank gasped at last, letting his big body settle down onto her willowy form. He pumped his big cock up and down in the slippery mess on her belly. She could feel the heat of him with excruciating excitement. She could feel the full, fat length of his cock. Would a girl be able to feel that thing if it went inside? She trembled, afraid even to consider something so frightening. The slick sound of Hank's cock rubbing against her soft tummy was exciting too. Why couldn't she shut all these wicked thoughts and sensations from her mind?
"Baby, that's good, that's almost as good as the real thing."
He moved his hips a few more times and let out a breath. His cock was still throbbing against her and she could feel the stringy lines of cum leaking down her sides, puddling on the bed.
"You promised, remember?"
"Promised what?" Hank sighed.
"Promised you'd let me go now."
He laughed. "You've got to be crazy. After the fun we've had?"
"Hank, I ... "
"You're mine. You're taking the place of that bitch of a mother of yours. I'm keeping you, is that understood? And don't try to get away, either. You'll be sorry if you do."
Susan was too shocked to cry. She just lay there with the big man's cock oozing cream onto her flesh. She wondered how many years in prison he'd get when she finally managed to tell someone about all this. How she despised him! She didn't want to remember the maddening pleasure his big cocktip had brought her. She didn't even want to admit that he'd actually penetrated her. After all, it was only the fat part that went in. And he hadn't come inside her either. So wasn't she really still a virgin? Susan turned onto her belly when Hank got up. He petted her back and buttocks, whispering gently to her that he didn't mean any harm. But she wouldn't respond. At last the door closed behind him and she was alone. Then she cried.
* * *
Susan had refused to eat that evening. She refused breakfast too. Hank had taken her back to her own room and tried to reason with her. What was there to reason about? She wasn't going to eat until he let her go. If he didn't do what she wanted, he'd have a corpse on his hands.
Hank was nervous about her sudden change of mood and before he left for work, he made sure that she'd hidden no tools in her room. He even checked the big oak door, making sure she wouldn't be able to open it.
"You'll be hungry by the time I get home today," he said. "You'd damned well better be hungry." He grinned and tapped the crotch of his jeans. "Or I'll force feed you some of this stuff."
The mere thought of having Hank's cum in her mouth made Susan gag. He left her alone then and a few minutes later she heard Billy talking in front of the house. At the window she saw Hank gesture up in her direction. He was probably telling Billy about the little tantrum she was pulling. The bastard. But he was going now and she'd be alone with Billy. She still had the feeling that she could outsmart this shy young man. She had to use her ingenuity. Because if she didn't escape from Hank's clutches pretty soon, she was going to be in even worse trouble than she already was.
After a bath, Susan found herself curious about her body. What did it look like now that the head of Hank's big cock had slid into her virgin opening? No, she couldn't call herself a virgin any longer, that was for sure. But had she really been fucked? Hank's cocktip had only stretched her opening. He hadn't pushed it past the tight circle of her muscles. And no male cum had ever sullied her insides.
Holding a mirror down between her thighs, she peeled her outer lips open and peered at the clotted blood and the torn shreds of what had been her cherry. It all looked so mushy and soft and hot. It was no wonder that men longed to stab their cocks into women. Stretching herself wider, she could see a little ways into that velvety tube. Her pussy! Her cunthole! Yes, it did look inviting. It was all she could do to resist putting her finger inside.
"I wonder how deep I am?" She went into the bedroom to dress, choosing something different for a change. As long as she wasn't going to eat, she might as well enjoy wearing a new set of clothes. She chose a pair of blue satin jogging shorts with white piping. The shorts showed off her long tan legs to advantage, something she had kept in mind to use against Billy. Surely he'd been thinking of her, thinking of what she'd done to him out at the swimming hole. Today, she'd see if he'd take her out of the house again. And this time, if she got the chain free of his hands, she'd be gone.
There was a tap on the door just as Susan slipped into a t-shirt that was about two sizes too small. It showed her perfect little breasts just as she'd hoped. The door was unlocked from outside and pushed open a crack.
"Come on in, Billy," she said, forcing herself to sound extra-special friendly. "I'm glad you're here."
"You are?"
"I don't like Hank. But I like you. You trust me.
Billy seemed about to reply but blushed instead. He pushed a hand through his brown hair and looked around the room. She wondered if he expected to see a pair of panties he might pocket. He was a weird one.
"I'd love to go for a walk."
"Hank gave me strict orders not to so much as open this door."
Susan grinned. "Then why did you open it?"
"I ... uhhh ... " Billy shuffled his feet. "Well, he said it would be okay to open it if you wanted something to eat."
"But I don't want anything to eat." She came over to him and put a hand on his arm. "Oh, Billy, can't we be friends? You don't have to treat me like a prisoner."
Billy scanned her firm, high-riding breasts and the way her t-shirt clung to her tiny waist. Every curve of her bottom was revealed by the satin of the jogging shorts. Susan had left off her panties so there'd be no bumps or ridges to spoil her youthful shape.
Standing on tiptoes, she planted a kiss directly on Billy's lips. It wasn't a hot or hungry kiss, just a teasing one. One that hinted there were other pleasures yet to come. She could see by glancing that the front of his pants was pushed out.
"Well?" she sighed, tilting her hips and thrusting one leg out.
"You mean ... "
"Come on, let's go outside. You can use that silly chain if you want. I didn't run away yesterday, did I? Even after you lost your end of it?"
"No. I appreciate that, too. Hank would have ... "
"That's why I didn't. I like you, Billy."
"Wait here," he said, his voice a little breathless. A few minutes later she heard the chain tinkling. She gave him a disappointed look when he brought it in, but though he blushed, he made her hold out her left wrist so he could fit it on. As the tiny padlock clicked shut, she sighed again.
"You still don't trust me, do you?"
"It's not that. I shouldn't really be letting you out of this room at all. Hank said that ... "
"Oh, I'm tired of hearing what Hank said."
Susan followed him downstairs. She felt like some prize pet with that chain on her wrist and the other end wrapped around Billy's fingers. They went to the kitchen and Billy gave her a curious look when she went to the refrigerator and rummaged through it for something to eat.
"Hank said he couldn't get you to eat anything."
"I won't eat for Hank, it's true. And don't you tell him I'm having a snack."
Billy grinned at this little secret between them. "Okay, I won't." He watched her eat for a while. "You want to go swimming again?"
Susan knew what he was getting at. He'd enjoyed their little games of the time before so much that he hoped they could be repeated. Maybe he wanted even more this time. Susan plotted as she ate, wondering just how she could get that chain away from him. She tried to think of how men could be used because of what they wanted. Hank was too experienced for that, but Billy could be softened up, she knew. Or hardened up, as it turned out. She remembered too that she was no longer a virgin. A cock had never really been inside her much. Just the fat, hot head of Hank's prick and it had delved no more than an inch or so. Could she chance letting Billy play the same game? It was risky and she still had mixed emotions about sex with another man. She was intrigued and frightened by the prospect of something stiff and hard and throbbing being forced into her immature little hole. She was only a kid, after all. It was more exciting to think about fucking than to actually do it. No, that was wrong too. Though she'd been frightened half out of her wits by Hank's assault on her, she could remember vividly the frenzied excitement, the tantalizing pleasure! Oh yes, it had been incredible. But she didn't want it to happen. She didn't want to be fucked by either Hank or Billy. She just wanted to get away from this crazy house and her mother's frustrated lover. He was just a pervert when it came down to it. To hold her captive while he entertained himself with sexual games proved it. He was sick.
"The sun's gonna be pretty hot again today," Billy said, dropping his hint again.
"I guess it would be fun swimming," she said, stretching her long arms up over her head. Billy watched every move as if she were some captured princess that he had charge of.
They went out back and crossed the weedy yard to where the pond was. Susan's heart was beating pretty fast and she could tell that Billy was. anticipating more fun and games once they were in the water. He wasted no time in getting off his shoes and shirt but hesitated when he got to his pants. Susan carefully folded her clothes on a rock, turning her back to him as she peeled her top away
"God, you're pretty."
"I used to think I was skinny."
"No you're not. I like slender girls."
Susan wondered whether she should encourage him or not. Already he seemed much more courageous than the other day. If she led him on too much, he might start getting like Hank. He might grab her and ...
In the water now, Susan waded out until the cool wavelets lapped at the nipples of her tits. Billy had finally found the courage to finish undressing, flinging his jeans away and plunging into the pond before she could see the state of his emotions. Susan saw anyway. His cock was pushing out his skivvies something awful. She remembered how long and slender it was and experienced a little thrill. This made her frown. She wasn't supposed to be looking forward to any of this. She just wanted to find a way to divert this idiot's attention so she could get away.
Billy swam over to her and then found bottom with his feet. He put out a shy hand, touching her .arm. Yes, she really had him set up if she could only go through with it. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to find the strength to play him right. When she glanced up again, Billy gave a longing sigh and squeezed her arm again. He still had the other end of her chain wound around his fingers. I
"Why don't we get rid of all our clothes," she suggested. Billy swallowed.
"Sure." He didn't seem as easy about it as she pretended to be. Susan was smiling as she peeled the only piece of apparel she was wearing, her panties. She let them float up to the surface, enjoying the wide-eyed look the muscular young man gave them. Then she put her hands to his hips and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of his skivvies. He swallowed again and began to tremble.
She worked them down his hips, feeling his cock pop free. He pushed them the rest of the way off and Susan grabbed them. Billy seemed so excited by his state of undress that he didn't notice when she moved through the water toward a rock and wedged his underwear into a niche where he'd have a hard time finding them. It wasn't much, but it might give her a few added seconds when she needed them.
Billy reeled in the chain playfully, floating her back to him. He put an arm to her waist and quickly drew it back. His cock stuck up rigidly in the green dappled light below the pond's surface. It was white along the shaft and much darker at the tip. Susan knew she wasn't going to get anywhere unless she was willing to give something in return. She let her long fingers close around his cock then, working it gently under the water. This show of intimacy seemed to break the tension. Billy pressed forward, his hands pulling against the small of her back. He nuzzled her hair.
"I'd like to do things with you."
"What kind of things?" she whispered, squeezing his cock harder. The head bulged as Billy shoved his hips forward, fucking the circle of her fingers.
"You know."
"Why don't you tell me?"
"I'd like to stick my ... " He cleared his throat and began again. "I'd like to f-f-f ... "
"You'd like to fuck me?"
"Yes." He nodded furiously.
"But I might get pregnant. And I'll bet you don't have a rubber."
"No." He frowned and bit his lip. Susan hadn't seriously considered letting Billy do any such thing. But if she could make him believe that he might get a chance, there was hope that she could escape.
"If you took me to a motel, we could stop somewhere on the way to get one," she suggested, running her forefinger around the whorl of his ear. Her other hand was massaging his stiff cock steadily.
"No, better not," he panted.
"We could be a long ways away before Hank would know. I'd go with you. I'd stay with you. I'd let you do all sorts of things to me if you wanted to."
"You w-w-would?"
"I might even ... " Susan took a breath for courage. "I might even do something nice with my mouth."
By now Billy was panting and his eyes swam around in his head. Susan felt his balls. The cold water had made them draw up tightly under his shaft and she caressed the wrinkled lump, feeling each hot egg inside the sac.
"You're just saying that," Billy blurted. "As soon as we were out somewhere, you'd start screaming your head off. Or you'd run off and tell somebody and get me in trouble."
"No I wouldn't," Susan said, kissing his chest. She let her hot mouth slide down over one of his small, male nipples, sucking it gingerly, using the flat of her tongue to make it harder. She realized that Billy wasn't going to take her word for it. It was going to take more than a few hot promises to pry him loose from Hank's influence. She was going to have to give him a sample. As much as she hated to face the fact, it was there before her face. Or was it really in her hand?
"God, I'm crazy about you," Billy sighed, letting a hand slip down to caress her ass cheeks. She wiggled as he touched her, her tongue moving faster against his chest. It took her a moment to get the nerve. Then she guided him toward the large rock near one end of the pond. She had the choice of fucking him or doing something else. She decided on the something else, much as the idea repulsed her.
"Why don't you sit up here and let your legs dangle in the water?" she suggested. Billy obeyed, his breath labored now as he anticipated the treat she was about to give him. The depth of the pond bottom at that point was perfect for what Susan had in mind. She was trembling more than Billy was as she waded around to face his parted knees. His cock was clear of the water by an inch or two and came exactly level with her mouth. She looked up at him and he quickly flicked his eyes away. But as soon as she looked at his throbbing, slender cock, he was watching her like a hawk. She knew that he wanted to watch this fantastic thing that was about to happen to him. He wanted to watch a beautiful young girl suck his rigid cock!
The tops of her breasts floated clear of the water as she faced him. Susan could feel her heart pounding. She'd had her hands on Hank's cock and on Billy's, but the thought of actually touching her tongue to something so strange frightened her. She looked at the dark, tight curls that encircled his balls and prick. His belly was sucked in hard and his hands rested on his knees. He seemed almost as nervous as she was.
Pushing her long hair out of her eyes, Susan put her hands out. She held his cock firmly, keeping it still. It jerked in her grasp as she brought her face forward. Now that dark blue tip was only an inch away, she could see the finely mottled surface of Billy's barb. The foreskin was stretched back to expose all of it and the little slit at the tip was wet with a droplet of pond water. Or something else. But it wasn't cum. She knew what that stuff looked like. And she wasn't about to get any of it inside her mouth either.
Using the flat of her tongue she lightly touched the young man's cock. He groaned and worked his hips on the rock where he sat. She licked him again, letting the full length of her tongue brush across the plump lobes that formed the underside of his cock's head. She had not yet taken his cock inside her mouth. She was hoping she wouldn't have to. But Billy had put his hands on each side of her face and was urging her forward. She dared to let her upper lip come down against the ridge of his barb now. Holding it gently with her lips, she let her tongue play and dart along the slippery, fevered surface. Billy groaned louder. His breathing had gone to hell and he looked a little dazed. As if someone had hit him with an ax handle.
"Uhhhhhhh, Susan ... ohhhh God, that's nice!"
"Mmmm," she cooed, pretending to enjoy what she was doing. But despite her fear and uncertainty, the loathing she'd expected to feel hadn't materialized. The spongy firmness of the head of Billy's cock was fascinating in a way. She probed it with the point of her tongue, aware of Billy's reactions. She rubbed it slowly, using a circular movement that made odd sucking noises at the corner of her mouth. She still had taken only the head of his prick between her lips, but the heat of it, the throbbing movements as the knob swelled and receded only to swell again made her feel giddy. Her own body was responding to Billy's excitement. Her clit tingled as she used her tongue more daringly on the streamlined thing she sucked. She grasped the shaft hard with both hands, making sure that her fingers would stop it from going any deeper if Billy decided to thrust suddenly.
"Susan, ohhh, Susan! I love you! I want to marry you."
She didn't let him see her frown. She just kept sucking, her lips forming a wet, tight O around his cocktip now. She realized that she was going farther than she'd planned. But if she could keep fooling Billy into thinking he had something going with her, she might eventually escape Hank's clutches.
Billy's hands tightened on the back of her head. She felt the fear before he pulled her forward. His cocktip plowed past her lips, past her teeth. She was afraid to bite down now. He was moaning and wriggling on the rock so frantically. That hot barb went along the soft cradle of her tongue until she thought she might choke. Then he let her head go back. No sooner had the head of his prick nestled between her lips again than he pulled her forward again. This time she choked as her tonsils were assaulted by his stiffness. She whimpered and her belly bucked as the gagging reflexes took over. But Billy never let go for a second.
"Ohhhh suck me! Suck me good, Susy! You suck nice!"
"Ghhhuuuhh," she moaned, squirming in the water, twisting her head from side to side. His knob pushed out one cheek and then the other. In her panic to rid herself of the invading prick, she jabbed at it with her tongue. This only seemed to excite Billy more.
He began pulling her forward and back with a rhythm that matched the throbbing of his hard cock. Susan felt she had lost all control. Her hands had slipped from Billy's shaft when he'd pushed suddenly and she was having a hard time grabbing him again. Then he jerked the chain, wrapping it around behind her and pulling hard enough to jerk her wrist behind her. When she tried to use her other hand, he wound the chain around that wrist half a dozen times.
"Mhhhooooohh," she gasped, the stiff cock going in and out of her mouth fast as Billy guided her head. She tried to get her fingers around him, but the chain went taut across her back. Her hands were useless as he kept pulling her head forward, pushing it back. He did this faster as his cocktip swelled against the back of her tongue. She gave him a wide-eyed frightened look, a pleading look. Billy's sex-glazed eyes were blind to any requests for mercy.
"Yeah, suck it, suck the bastard dry! Ohhhhh shit, I'm gonna lose it pretty soon! Ohhhh damn you, suck it harder!"
Susan wasn't trying to suck. It was instinctive, though, to use her tongue to fend off the rippling stab of Billy's cock. He was trying to put that thing right down her throat! She couldn't stand it! She was losing her mind. But why was her clit throbbing so? And why did the sucking sound of his shaft excite her? The spongy, barb-shaped tip brought a moan of surrender. Her nostrils flared and she hummed with weakness. The humming vibration made Billy growl.
"Oh yeah, do that again. Hum, damn it, hum!"
His fingers squeezed into her neck. It was a threat of pain that made Susan hum again. She hummed louder, her mind darting frantically from thought to thought as she tried to extricate herself from this awful situation.
Saliva dripped down her chin and neck. Her shoulders trembled as Billy scissored his thighs around her neck. Now she was really caught there! And a new panic filled her mind. He was going to come! He was going to make her drink the vile, slimy stuff!
"Nhhhhooo," she whined, trying to spit out the thick, throbbing cock. His tip was so fat! It was filling the back of her mouth as he pushed in an out between her tonsils. Each time she choked, her throat closed down on him and this made Billy shudder and sigh.
"Suck!" he murmured, twitching as if he were having a fit. Susan's belly bucked again and then she felt the first strong spurt of jism. It spattered against the back of her throat and she gulped frantically. But it was coming too fast. It frothed out of the corners of her mouth. She could taste the sourness of it. She could hear it crackling slickly as Billy continued to fuck her soft, round mouth. She whimpered pitifully as a white stream erupted from one of her nostrils. She thrashed in the water, unable to get a good grip on the muddy bottom.
"Ghhhuuuhhh," she babbled, thrashing in a panic. But Billy continued to squeeze her head between his thighs and she had to suck him deeper, deeper! The cum was streaming from both her nostrils now and she could see the milky tendrils spiraling away in the water that lapped at the base of the rock.
It wasn't until Billy had rubbed his raw, itchy pleasure into nothing that he released her and flopped onto his back. She submerged her face for a second but found that the cum still clung in strings to her skin. She managed to untangle the chain from her right wrist. It was still firmly locked around the other one but she noticed that Billy had let go of his end. Her despair turned suddenly to hope.
She eased herself towards the shore, carefully wrapping the slack chain around her manacled wrist. She knew she was being a fool. If she could make herself wait, there was the chance that Billy himself would drive her away from her prison. Then she could get rid of him and be free once more. But there was the chance that he was taking advantage of her just as Hank had. He'd probably lied about taking her to a motel. He only meant to get his goodies right here where he could keep Hank happy and enjoy a little sex on the side.
Susan struggled for a moment with these confusing thoughts. Then the urge to escape overpowered her better judgment. She had to at least give it a try. And Billy was still motionless on the rock, his chest rising and falling with even rhythm. He seemed to be sleeping.
Keeping the chain tight so it wouldn't jingle, Susan stepped out of the water on the other side of the pond. She pushed Billy's jeans down behind a clump of bushes, but not before digging the set of keys from his pocket. She didn't have time to hunt for the one that would open the lock at her wrist but at least she had the means of escape. She grabbed her clothing and tiptoed toward his car. She was less than twenty feet from it when Billy roared from behind her.
"You little bitch!" he hollered, jumping into the water. She heard his splashes as he half swam, half plunged across the pond. She was behind the wheel now, the key in the ignition. Why wouldn't the damned thing start?
He was out of the water, running towards her. She thought the engine had caught once, but it died and sounded like it was going to stay that way. Forgetting her clothes on the seat, she slid out the other door and began to run. The chain dangled behind her now, jingling along the rough ground as Billy labored to catch up.
Susan thought of running down the road until she reached the highway. But it was too far, she knew. And Billy was gaining all the time. She jumped an irrigation ditch and heard his feet hit just behind her. She was half sobbing, frantic with fear and her frustration over her foiled escape. Then Billy stepped on the dragging end of the chain. She was whipped around violently, going down on her side in a patch of wild grass.
"You little slut!" Billy growled, standing over her. "You could have gotten me in a lot of trouble."
Susan whimpered and rolled onto her belly. She ached from her fall and the grass felt cool and soft. She wanted to stay there forever. Billy was making funny sounds in his throat as he knelt to caress her white bottom. He pulled her wrists behind her suddenly, binding them in the tangle of the chain so she couldn't struggle. Then he looked around him, making sure there was no one who might have seen her fleeing.
"You wait here," he snapped. "I'm going back to the house for some butter." Susan began to cry. And already her asshole was tightening, tingling, burning. She knew what Billy meant to do.
Chapter Six
"What does that feel like?" Billy wanted to know. "Tell me, damn it, tell me what that feels like."
"Ohhhhh, let me go! I'll make it up to you." Susan tried to think of other things. She tried to pretend she was a patient seeing a doctor. Tried to pretend that the doctor was performing an examination of her body. But Billy's finger was so buttery, so teasing. He traced the crack of her ass again, lingering at the pinched opening to her guts. Then he growled with pleasure as he pushed the finger against the squeezing resistance.
Susan arched her back and squealed. Her breasts rose up from the ground, quivering as she tensed. She could feel it so clearly! She could feel Billy's finger sliding right into her ass! She could feel his knuckles and the thickness as he went deeper. Then he pulled back and thrust again. He finger fucked her asshole as the butter made slick sounds between the plump halves of her ass.
"Ohhhh I hate you! You're worse than Hank!"
The finger was gone now. She lay weakly in the grass, her mouth open, her tongue lolling out. She panted rapidly as she tried to think of a way to escape. But her hands were caught behind her back by that damned chain. And Billy knelt between her open thighs. She turned her head enough to see him gazing lustily at her pert, white ass. When she attempted to roll onto her back, he stopped her with a knee. Then she saw how he was using the rest of the butter. He was spreading its melting slickness along his rigid cock!
"You can't do this! It's ... perverse!"
"I know Hank would kill me if he knew I fucked you. But at least this way, he won't be able to say I knocked you up or anything." He leered at her butter-smeared ass. "Anyway, I used to dream of fucking a girl in the ass. Now I get to do it."
"Billy' ... Billy!"
Billy had lowered himself down close to her. She felt him spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs, then guide the head of his cock against her tight, hot hole. She squirmed violently, but the butter made everything gushy and slick. The first thrust hurt her, but her muscles resisted the penetration. She knew it was silly to resist too long. He was going to get into her now matter what she did.
"Can't you give me time to get used to it?" she begged.
"Okay, but we can't he out here in the ditch all day. Somebody might drive up."
"Yeah," she snapped, "like Hank."
"Shut up," Billy warned. "And you'd sure as hell better not tell him anything either."
"Why shouldn't I tell him? You haven't done anything for me. I think I'd like it if he beat the hell out of you."
Billy didn't seem to want to bother with this problem right now. He was too worked up over the prospect of his cock sliding into her asshole. He rooted it around between her cheeks until he was panting like a racehorse.
"You'd better relax," he told her. "I'm gonna stick it in you anyway."
Whimpering, Susan closed her eyes and let out a big breath. Then she made the muscles of her sphincter go slack. It wasn't easy, because there was something instinctive about tensing when something touched her at that spot. Especially when that something was the smooth, blood-swollen tip of Billy's cock.
At the first touch, she tightened her muscles again, whining loudly against Billy's gentle thrusts. She just couldn't let it happen. There was something taboo about that opening of her body. Even as a child, enemas had been difficult and she'd always felt wrong about the feeling of something sliding into her guts from behind.
"Don't push so hard! It hurts!"
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass whether you like it or not." Billy tried to pry her cheeks apart with his thumbs again as he prodded her with his fevered barb. Susan couldn't imagine what had happened to the shy young man. He'd been almost afraid to touch her a day or so ago. Now he couldn't wait to cram his hot cock into her bottom. She writhed in the long grass. Maybe Hank would come home early and find them there and beat the hell out of Billy. But was Hank any guarantee that she wouldn't be assaulted in another way?
At last she relaxed her sphincter again, unable to keep the hot tension going. Billy sensed this relaxation immediately. With a sigh of lust, he brought his hips forward and the buttery head of his cock speared her asshole easily.
With legs flopping, Susan squirmed against the grass. The slender stiffness was plowing her open inside, sliding easily into the tightly squeezed opening of her body.
The shivering body above her told Susan that Billy was enjoying this tension, this tightness between the plump halves of her ass. He gasped and ran his hands down her waist. He curled his fingers around the front of her hips, pulling back as he forced his prick deeper, even deeper. Susan felt as if someone were operating on her. It didn't hurt really, but it felt so odd!
"Ohhhhh, ohhh this is awful!"
"I think it's great, Susan! You've got the nicest little ass. I'll bet Hank would love to be doing this."
"You're an animal! No, you're worse!" Susan tightened her ass cheeks but that only made her able to feel Billy's slender cock all the better. It slid slowly, erotically into the heat of her body. She shuddered, chewing her bottom Up in an effort to shut out the tingling sensation that spread from her asshole down the damp cleft of her pussy. "Nhhhuuuhhh!"
She tried to pull her hands free again. The chain tinkled and loosened where Billy had hurriedly wrapped it around her other wrist. But she couldn't get free. And Billy was mashing her down, forcing her tits into the grass, making her accept the plowing, fucking force of his lust. The sound of her buttery crack being stabbed again and again was sexy enough without feeling the friction. Billy had forced her thighs wide now and was holding them that way with his knees. Much as she hated what was happening, Susan knew it was exciting her. She could close out the conscious acceptance of the act, but the hot in-and-out fucking of Billy's cock was bringing her subconscious emotions to a boil. She babbled incoherently, rolling onto the ground as she felt his hips move in a rhythmic, fucking way. She could feel his muscled belly pressing against her cheeks. She could feel his mouth hungry at the nape of her neck, at the backs of her shoulders. She gasped as her clit responded to the plunging, wallowing weight upon her. Billy panted his excitement.
"God ... damn ... getting good, really good."
"Don't! Ohhh stop it now! Hank's gonna come home and find you and ... "
"Hank won't be home for a long time." Billy bit her shoulder as if to reassert his power over her.
"Uhhhh, I feel so weird. Ohhhh God, I don't want to come! Not with you doing that."
"I don't give a damn if you come or not."
Billy was fucking faster now. The steady in-and-out movements had built up a heat between her ass cheeks that Susan couldn't ignore now. It radiated out in circles through her flesh. She wallowed under him, unable to tell whether she was trying to escape or helping keep the erotic tingles going. Because she was very close to coming herself. And it was obvious that Billy had only a few more seconds left before he exploded inside her.
"Ahhh, ahhhhh!" she cried, hating herself for being so turned on.
"Baby!"
Billy's hands hurt as he grasped her flailing hips and plunged to the hilt in her ass. Susan was determined not to let him know what was happening to her. She choked off a cry of lust and bit her lip all the harder. But she was coming. The sparkling, dazzling throes took her up on an exhilarating spiral. She could feel the itchy explosions build around her clit. Her asshole was inflamed with tickling pleasure, too. She pounded her mound against the mashed-down grass as Billy made a strangled sound in his throat and began to tremble. His belly was very hard against her ass cheeks. His mouth spilled drool down her neck. Then he rammed once, twice, three times and gasped loudly.
Susan could feel the spurting cream going into her guts. She felt as if she were going to go mad. She couldn't keep her excitement pent up any longer! She screamed, her ass bucking violently under Billy's weight. He held on, riding her, fucking her bottom with the fury of a man gone crazy.
"Ohhh, damn you," he groaned, "damn you you little bitch!"
"I hope I squeeze it off," she whimpered, making her sphincter as tight as she could. Billy seemed to be flopping around, out of control now. She had his cock pinched tight in the powerful circle of her hole. She whipped her ass from side to side, making him cry for mercy.
"Lighten up! God damn, you're gonna tear it off!"
"Uhhh, ahhhhh!" Susan babbled, caught in the full fury of her come now. Her ass squeezed rhythmically, blocking Billy's hot cum. He writhed and slammed against her as she cried out her passion into the grass. Then she could feel his flow starting again, knew that her guts were being pumped full of his hot cream. She came, grinding her cunt against the ground as she felt the long, slow stabs of Billy's cock. For a few moments she forgot her anger and let the thrills flow through her.
Billy's cock seemed to ripple as he came. He was making wild animal sounds, smearing his open mouth across the nape of her neck, fucking her. Fucking her in the ass!
Susan had been quiet for a long time, it seemed. Billy moved suddenly, his breathing quickened as he looked up out of the weedy patch where they'd fallen.
"Jesus, thought somebody was coming."
His cock slipped out of her ass then and she felt the tingle where she'd been rubbed so furiously. Billy unwrapped the chain from her left wrist and rolled her onto her back. She felt all slick and messy between the cheeks of her ass. She wanted to get back to her room and wash up. She never wanted to see Billy again.
"Don't you ever try to get away again," he warned, giving the chain a jerk. "Next time I might try out that other hole of yours."
"You do and Hank would ... ." She sobbed. She hated them both. She felt awful as Billy took her back to the house, unlocked the chain from around her wrist and pushed her into her room. But at least she was alone again. At least she could clean up and then maybe think of another way she might be able to get out of there.
"I hate you!" she screamed at the closed door. But Billy had probably gone back downstairs to gloat over his victory. She'd sucked him and then submitted to sodomy. And she was still Hank's captive.
That afternoon she wondered if she should tell Hank about what Billy had one. There was the risk that Billy would tell his side and that Hank would prefer to believe that story instead of hers. And Hank might put the blame on her anyway. She decided to keep things to herself for the time being. So when Hank drove up, said a few words to Billy and then entered the house, she made her expression calm. She had a new plan up her sleeve. If her game hadn't worked on Billy, maybe it would work on Hank.
She'd already picked out what she was going to wear. Hank had brought all her clothes up to the room where he now held her captive so she hunted and picked until she put together exactly what she wanted. It was a silky, white skirt and a soft blouse of a thin velvet that fit her small breasts sexily. The silky, pleated skirt had a way of showing off her long legs and the velvet blouse seemed to fit the contours of her small breasts to maximum advantage. She put on a pair of sandals too, and even touched up her face with a tiny bit of make-up. Her brown hair was brushed down over her shoulders and she examined herself in the mirror as she heard Hank coming slowly up the stairs. He tapped at her door and then unlocked it. She came toward him with a smile on her face.
"Hi, Hank, I'm glad you're home. I was lonely today."
He eyed her as if he didn't quite believe this new facet of her personality. Then he grinned slowly and rubbed a big hand against his thigh.
"You look like a movie star, honey."
"Why don't you take me out on the town then?" she said, giving him a cute pout. She sidled up close, letting her hip nudge him, putting her hand on his. His arm clamped her against him. She could feel his power and knew she was playing a dangerous game. He nuzzled her hair.
"So you want to go out, do you? Why's that? So you could run away?"
"Maybe I don't want to run away."
"Like hell. You'd rather be out with some of those skinny boys your own age doing some kind of fool dance in a disco club. See, I'm not so old that I don't know about that stuff."
"Maybe you're wrong, too. Maybe I'm getting to appreciate an older guy." She made her pout even cuter. "Won't you take me out, Hank? Please?"
"I'll think about it while I'm taking a shower."
Susan tried to follow him out into the hall but he frowned and made as if to push her back so he could lock her in again.
"Don't you want somebody to scrub your back?" she whispered, fighting to keep the fear out of her voice. The thought of that huge cock of his was enough to scare any girl. But over the past few days, she'd gained a few techniques for exciting a man without actually fucking him. She could still taste Billy's cum in her mouth. As a last resort, she could do Hank that way, couldn't she?
"You'd better stay in here till I finish."
"Hank, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be with you, right?" .
He grinned, obviously thinking of the pleasures of showering with a slender young girl. She pushed a hand up his back as if to show him how nice it might be. He jerked his head then.
"I'm probably crazy to risk it, but okay. You'd sure as hell better not try anything."
She went with him down the hall to his room. She folded her clothes neatly on the bed while Hank undressed, taking time to watch her nakedness revealed. She was blushing by the time they both were naked. His eyes glinted like he might be thinking of how her tight cunt had felt around the swollen head of his cock. But she pulled him towards the bathroom and adjusted the spray as he stepped in. He'd made sure the door was closed and locked. She knew that he figured she couldn't get it open before he would be able to grab her. So Hank still wasn't taking any chances.
"Here, let me soap you," she said, trembling at the sight of his cock. It was only half erect, but even so, it was bigger than Billy's slender prick. She rubbed her hands on the bar of soap until they were frothy-white with suds. Then she smeared them across his chest and back.
"Lower," Hank said, smiling at her. His blond hair was damp now, hanging down over his forehead and ears. She teased him a little by making a pass with her palm over his ass.
"Are you going to take me out?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Any place away from here. It's like being in a prison to stay in that room all the time."
"Sure it is. That's the only way I can be sure to keep you."
Susan let her long fingers stray a bit further. It was like playing with explosives to even think of handling Hank's cock. He might grab her and really stick it in her! All the way in her. Even taking him one inch deep had made her hole sore. But the tingling was strong now, like an insistent, sexual pulse. She rubbed her mound against his thigh and cupped her palm under his heavy-hanging balls.
"Hey, that's nice. I guess they need soaping too."
"They're heavy. And hot." She let her touching become more intimate. She fondled each slippery egg, letting them slid through her fingers, letting the soap foam up around his cock hair. And by now his prick had stiffened and pointed upward.
Susan clasped her fingers around it and began to massage the lather into Hank's flesh. He groaned, letting her squeeze his foreskin where a patch of blue tip peeked out. She stretched the protective sheath back then, soaping his tip gently, remembering how sensitive a man was there. Yes, she had learned a few things since Hank had made her his captive. Maybe he didn't realize just how many things she had learned.
"Man, that's about too much to take!" he gasped.
"God, you're so hard! You've got a nice cock." Susan wasn't lying. As scared as she was of that oversized thing, it did have a nice shape. The head was streamlined looking with the foreskin peeled away. It throbbed as she tightened her fingers around it. It was like squeezing a ripe plum. Her soapy hand slipped over the velvety surface and Hank gasped loudly.
"That's about enough, I guess."
"Oh, why don't you enjoy yourself?"
"But if you don't stop, I'm gonna ... "
"Then go ahead. I'll bet you've never done it quite like this before, have you?"
Susan had quickened her movements. She squeezed and jacked him, letting the soap cover his cock and balls completely. She even teased her other hand up between the crack of the big man's ass. Playing her soapy fingertips across his asshole while she squeezed and caressed his throbbing cock made his knees shake. She realized that she had hopes of escaping. If she could work this big oaf just right, he'd falter sooner or later. Then she'd be gone.
"Ohhhh baby doll," he groaned, pumping his hips. He held on to a towel rack for support as his cock stiffened. The head grew very fat, very hot in her fingers. Susan watched the tempo of his pulse increase. She could count the throbs at the tip against her squeezing palm.
Susan was surprised when Hank pushed his hand down her belly and curved his finger up under her hot, swollen mound. As her outer lips opened for the big man's middle finger, she groaned and sagged against him. Her jacking movements faltered a bit as he forced his fingertip upward into the fevered softness of her pussy.
A thrilling shiver went through Susan's body. She squeezed hard, watching Hank's cock head pulse and grow a darker shade of blue. He groaned a little, but hadn't forgotten what he was doing to her. Slowly, teasingly, Hank fingerfucked her. Susan could feel every inch of it! She could feel her tight, hot hole squeezing down around his knuckles. It was juicy and slippery in there and though her muscles were tensed around the invading shape, Hank didn't have any trouble working his finger in and out. The friction brought shuddery pleasure to her. She had forgotten his big prick and when she remembered and looked down, her thumb and forefinger strangled Hank's shaft just behind his cockhead.
"Ohhh, it looks so big!" she panted, releasing her grip. A stream of white burst upward from his tip. Some of it clung to Susan's wet belly, some was washed off by the warm shower spray. She moved her thin fingers up and down rapidly, feeling Hank's finger doing the same inside her hole. She spasmed quickly, the thrills coming so hard and fast that she could hardly continue the up-and-down movements of her fist.
"Uhhhhh, I'm coming!" With pleasure-glazed eyes she watched the big man's cum jump into the air. She was pumping him rapidly, milking the hot sap out of his cock. She could smell it now and as it oozed down over her fingers it gave a funny thrill. She was remembering how it had been in her mouth. The desire to taste some again shocked her. She'd never thought that she actually wanted something so slimy to taste. But she was coming and her hole was exploding with hot tickles, her breath a series of gasps.
"Whhhhhhuuuhhhh," Susan moaned, her eyes fixed on the jumping white fountain of Hank's cum. Without thinking, she lowered her head. Her soft lips pressed against his cock. As the hot jism burst into her mouth, she sucked noisily. What was wrong with her? She couldn't seem to control herself. She actually wanted to eat that rich fluid. She wanted to feel it jetting upwards from the huge knob of Hank's cock. She worked her tongue against him as she held his shaft with both hands now. And all the time his finger speared her, pulled back, speared and pulled back. Her cunt tightened in one last radiant spasm of ecstasy.
Shocked by her own behavior, Susan pulled her lips away from the head of his cock. She looked up into Hank's grinning face.
"So you like that stuff, do you?"
"Of course not, I just ... I don't know why I ... " She blushed and squirmed her hips. That big finger was still gouging against her velvety cunt. She could hardly stand it, it felt so good.
"Can you do it twice?"
"What?"
"Can you come twice?" His finger eased up over her clit, slipped down her crevice and once more plunged deep into the juicy fever of her insides. She squirmed down against his touching, her ass plunging forward and back.
"Feels so good! So darned good!"
Hank picked her up easily. He fit her thighs over the tops of his shoulders and pulled her open pussy against his mouth. Straining backwards, Susan lifted her loins to his mouth. She did all this in a half-conscious delirium. She needed that itch to be scratched some more. It was driving her insane to even move. But she couldn't stop, either. Hank's mouth opened and she watched as he pulled her entire mound between his teeth. His tongue flicked. His lips squeezed softly against her quivering flesh. She was all swollen down there. Every square centimeter was alive with sensitized nerve endings. The lightest suction, the smallest caress seemed to be amplified to an exhilarating level of pleasure. She rocked her hips, plunged her ass. Hank ate her with tender slowness, his teeth gouging against her clit now, his hands digging into her white bottom.
Susan leaned back as Hank devoured her young, dripping pussy. His mouth seemed almost a part of her now! She wallowed the blood-swollen folds of her crevice against him. She could feel the in-and-out stabbing of his tongue as it sent her into a screaming, frenzied climax. She'd done it! She'd come twice!
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, Hank, I'm weak as a kitten."
He was holding her against his chest again, letting the shower wash the soap and cum off her flesh. She was carried from the bathroom and tossed gently onto a bed. She opened her eyes to see Hank's drooping cock, a string of white dangling from it. The cum dropped off. She tried to get control of her breathing. She felt guilty and confused. She'd only wanted to make Hank forget about everything but sex. And she'd been the one who'd ended up with his cum in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against her teeth. Yes, she could still taste it. Then Hank kissed her hard.
"If I could get it up again, I'd fuck you right here on the bed."
"No! I ... I can't even think straight." Susan was trembling, the pleasure of her climax still throbbing inside her.
"You said you wanted to go out for a change How about a drive-in?"
Susan was too exhausted to reply. Coming twice was hard on a young girl like her.
"I guess I can use that old chain that's been lying around," Hank said. Susan didn't dare tell him that Billy had used it on her more than once already. And now that Hank seemed so eager to take her to the drive-in movie, she wasn't so sure she wanted to go. What did he mean to do with her there? He left to go put his clothes on. Susan couldn't bring herself to move. Not until she heard Hank unlocking her door again. He was grinning, the chain and small padlock in one big hand.
"You going to put on a dress, or do you want me to drag you to the movie stark naked?"
"I'll get a dress on," she said, staggering up.
"And just leave the panties off," Hank said. "You won't be needing any."
Chapter Seven
Hank stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle. He offered Susan a drink and though she shook her head no, something told her she might need a little help before the night was over.
"Okay, maybe just a sip."
"Good girl. I think you're getting to like old Hank a little, aren't you?"
"Sure." She gave him a thin smile. The booze burned in her throat but by the time it got to her tummy, the glow felt good. She let her head rest against the seat as the pickup bounced into the theater. Hank paid and drove on. Susan's heart was beating faster. Despite the fact that her wrist was firmly chained to the steering wheel column, the possibility of escape was better here than it was back in that barred room where Hank kept her.
"Been a long time since I brought a girl to a drive-in," Hank said. "Kinda exciting to do it again." He gave her a hungry look. "Hell, it's real exciting."
"Remember, Hank, you said you weren't going to hurt me with your ... " She blushed and looked at her hands.
"Yeah, I know I'm big and you're little. But by now you must be about ready for another few inches. What I was feeling inside you is too damned good to resist." He pulled up at a post and hung a speaker over the edge of the window. Susan realized that he'd parked way in the back, far away from other cars. She looked around her nervously. Hank shoved the pint into her hand again and she didn't hesitate to take another mouthful. She'd put on a pair of panties, despite Hank's order to go bottomless. He was groping up her thigh now, pushing her dress up to expose the lightly tanned skin.
"I really liked what you did to me in the shower. I've heard that young girls get a hankering for fresh cum sometimes." His finger caressed the nylon of her pantycrotch.
Susan could hardly believe she'd actually done that. It had happened in a moment of unleashed passion. She hadn't thought, hadn't reasoned at all. She'd just suddenly done it. And it made her pant to think about the powerful spurts filling her mouth. How could she make Hank understand that she wasn't interested in becoming a nymphomaniac? Which was exactly what Hank wanted her to become. That's what had attracted him to her mother.
"Yeah, you're wet already."
"A girl is always wet right there," Susan said, frowning. But she knew that she was wetter than normal. Hank's big finger slid gingerly across the sheer nylon. She groaned and rocked her hips. Then he was pulling her panties to one side, fingering her flesh directly. She groaned louder as her outer lips were divided. He found her clit and caressed it until her belly was tight. She shuddered arched her back, panted. Her teeth were clenched Her palms were sweaty. After another soft brush of her clit, Hank eased his cunt-slick finger down to her hole, curled it a little and pushed it inside her.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, grabbing his wrist with both hands. But she didn't try to pull him away. She just dug her fingernails into his flesh as her ass rocked and danced. The fingering went deeper. Her hot, moist folds closed tightly around him. She knew her hungry pussy was pulling at Hank's finger as if it were a cock.
"That's enough of that," he whispered, easing the finger out of her young twat. She gave a sigh of disappointment, unable to keep up her facade of resistance. She could smell her juices on him as he lifted his hand past her face.
"Give me another drink," she murmured, grabbing the bottle from him before he could unscrew the cap. She slugged a mouthful, got it down without coughing too much.
"Admit it, Suzy, baby, you're ready."
"Ready for what?" she said, trying to act aloof. The whiskey helped, but not enough. Her cunt was throbbing, squeezing tightly in on itself, on the emptiness she felt now that she was no longer a virgin. Each time her hole had been penetrated, she'd grown to want it a little more. And now, after Hank's teasing fingerfuck, her ass couldn't keep still. She was drenching her panties and her clit had swollen out to rub against the silky material.
It was dark now and Hank unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. Susan pretended to watch the movie. But they were so far back that she could hardly see the screen. And when Hank unbuttoned her blouse and eased it back from her shoulders, she began to shiver with sexual excitement. But she couldn't let him know just how worked up she was. She wasn't about to let him make a whore out of her.
"Give me your hand," he said.
"No ... "
But he took it anyway, made her curl her fingers around the thick, hot shaft of his prick. The foreskin still half-covered his knob. She could hardly stand to look at it, yet could hardly look away once she'd glanced over. Even in the flickering reflections from the movie screen she could clearly see the shiny blue surface. It looked as wet as her slit and once again she remembered how it had felt to fit her soft mouth against that barb. She reached for the whiskey with her free hand but Hank kept it away.
"I don't want you to get sick drunk on me," he told her.
She squeezed his foreskin, unable to keep from staring as the tightly clinging flesh eased back to expose the throbbing head of his cock. It looked bigger every time she saw it. What fascinated her so much about that swollen, blood-fevered thing? She had pulled his foreskin all the way back now and let her forefinger brush the lobes under his small, slitted opening. Hank sucked in a quick breath.
"Why don't you come over here and sit on Hank's lap?" he said.
"No, I don't want to."
"That don't matter a damn. Come on." He gave the chain a pull, slipping a big hand under her thighs. She was lifted and pulled as her blouse came off. Hank's palms covered her breasts, squeezing them slowly but strongly as she felt the warmth of his chest and belly against her back. His cock jutted up between her parted thighs. He used a hand to rub it against her parted pussy. Her juices were really flowing now and she could smell her musky excitement. So could Hank.
"Baby, I'm going to let you ride me tonight. Just lift up a little so I can push this thing under your hole."
"No, Hank, I'm scared!"
He kissed the back of her neck, sliding his mouth around until he was chewing on an ear lobe. Susan tried to keep from reacting to the thrilling sensations but it was impossible. Hank's tongue explored the dainty whorl of flesh until she was weak and panting harder than before. He lifted her then, pulling his rigid cock under her mound before letting her weight settle down onto it.
Panicked, Susan struggled to keep from being penetrated. Hank laughed, his hands supporting her enough so that just his tip opened her inner folds. She sighed with relief.
"Don't hurt me, Hank! God, don't hurt me!"
"You seem to forget that a female is built for fucking. And a stiff Cock is exactly what you need the most."
"But not one as big as yours." She wriggled despite her fear. The surfaces of her cunny were wet and smooth and they slipped around the hot, slick head of Hank's prick. She sagged a little, letting herself relax in Hank's arms. Oddly enough, she'd forgotten all about trying to escape. At least for the moment. There was only that itchy, tingling pleasure that wouldn't stop throbbing through her cunt. She began to rock her hips from side to side but, when Hank let her down again, she stiffened.
"Hank! You said you ... uhhhhh, ohhhh God, it's going in!"
The stretching the big man had given her before had made it easier for his cock to enter her again. His cocktip opened her muscles and forced past the squeezing resistance. She wriggled faster, unable to resist scratching the crazy itch. Hank laughed and took his hands away from her ass completely. Susan's eyes went wide.
"Ohhhh!" She knew that the slightest movements would let her slide down over that rigid, thickened cockshaft. Yet with the thrilling tickles pounding through her twat, how could she stay still? Hank seemed to sense this. He pinched her young, pink nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
"Just enjoy it, baby, 'cause you're gonna get it all!"
"Mhhhhuuuuhh," Susan babbled, straining to remain totally still. It didn't work. Her hips plunged ever so slightly. She couldn't resist the greasy, sexy feel of her hole around the big man's standing cock. She slipped down another inch as the streamlined head of his prick plowed her tissues open.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"That's a girl. Little by little. You're gonna take it all before you're through."
"I don't wanna take it all! I'm scared, I ... ohhhh my God! Ohhhh shit, it's stretching me inside! Stretching me so deep!"
Susan could feel that thing going into her. She could feel every inch of penetration. Her pussy was flooding its sexy juices now, trying to make the passage easier. And she just could not keep still. She was tickling like crazy! Her clit pounded like it was a tiny heart. Her back rubbed against Hank's stomach. He caressed her breast with one hand, her ass with the other. But he would not support any of her weight. She was being skewered slowly but surely as gravity pulled her down onto him.
"Whhhuuuuhh, whhhaaaah," she babbled, eyes half-lidded with lust. The itchy pleasure spread in radiant waves across her skin. She gave herself a curse for not being stronger willed. Could anyone resist such tempting ecstasy? With a groan of despair, she let her hips plunge once, twice, then three times. Every plunge lost her half an inch. And she was really beginning to feel full now!
Panicked, she put both hands across her cunt, grasping for the rod that was sliding into her hole. Her fingertips played across the slick surfaces as she traced it upward to the place where her dainty pink folds were stretched out around it. Even as she touched there, she moved her hips again and her body descended. There was the slippery sound of her juicy flesh slipping downward around the stiffness. Her head fell back against Hank's shoulder and he kissed her mouth hungrily, his hips beginning to move in the truck seat as he fingered her clit.
"How much more?" she whimpered, too shocked to guess.
"Another three inches and you've got me to the hilt."
"Another three inches and I'll be dead."
"Naw, you'll be in heaven."
"Oh Hank, ohhhhh!"
By now she was past caring. Her ass began to plunge even without her thinking about it. She clawed at her own cunt as she felt the last few inches of Hank's hard-on slide inside her body. And still she felt nothing hurting her! Could it be that she was that deep?
"Ahh, ahhhh, it's so good, Hank! Ohhhhh I'm gonna die, it's so good. I don't care if I die! God! Uhhhhh!"
She whipped her ass forward and back. Sitting on that thing made it gouge against her most secret places. Her pussy seemed to quiver around the jerking rhythm of Hank's cock. And the juicy sound of their fucking was like a naughty song of lust. She babbled happily as Hank kissed her and fondled her small breasts while he worked his hips under her writhing body.
It amazed her to be able to feel the shape of his barb. It was buried so deeply inside her, yet she could feel it swelling and shrinking as they rubbed together. Her clit stood out from her slit like a tiny finger. Hank caressed it with a slick finger, feeling her tit at the same time, kissing her mouth until she moaned softly through her nose.
"Mmmmmmmm, Hank!"
"God, you're tight."
"Can you feel me squeezing you?" Susan tightened her muscles as hard as she could. Hank's eyes opened with surprise. "Jesus Christ!"
"Like that?"
"Do it again." He bit her chin and fondled her clit until she shuddered with passion. "Come on, baby, do it again."
"Okay ... " Biting her lip, Susan strained to squeeze him. This time she knew that she trapped the blood in his shaft. The swelling head inside her body felt like a huge plum now. She writhed downward, scratching the itchy pleasure into a maddening fury of sensations.
She was coming now, her body exploding with quivery thrills. Her skin was on fire. Her breathing had gotten ragged and wild. She pitched violently as her body slipped the final fraction of an inch. Deep, deep inside her she felt something stretching her womb's opening. Hank grunted passionately, his big arms locking her against his chest and belly. He slammed his hips upwards from the truck seat while Susan squirmed in a carnal fit of ecstasy.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, her clit throbbing rhythmically. Inside her she could feel the walls of her cunt closing down around the thick, hot cock. Her womb ached. Then the hot spurts of cream were filling it, filling her. She bucked forward and back, her long brown hair flying. Hank kept her from hurting herself, kept his big hands on her tits, his mouth on her neck.
The oily slickness was leaking out of her fast, joined by the big man's thick curds. Exquisite ripples of pleasure knifed through her flesh. Her tender flesh was swollen with blood where Hank's cock penetrated. It was all soft down there but inside the surfaces were spongy firm. She danced atop his cock. She rode it high and hard. She felt Hank lifting her up and letting her down again as he fucked from below. And all the while the hot sap was filling her, leaking from her pussy, filling her again.
"You okay?" Hank whispered when she sagged in a half-faint in his embrace.
"Yeah, I guess so." Susan blinked and tried to make her mind work. "You came inside me, didn't you?" Susan thought it might be appropriate to cry. But she was too exhausted.
"Hey, I remember an old trick I used to use when I was younger," he said. "You wait while I go to the concession stand. I should be able to talk somebody into letting me have some pop in a bottle."
Susan held her breath. But before Hank left her, he wrapped the chain around the steering column a few more turns and padlocked it. She cursed him as she watched him walk away.
The cum was dripping out of her cunt pretty fast now and she gave a little sob as she realized what her lust had let happen. She hadn't meant to get that excited. She was trying to think only of escape. But once that huge cock had gotten inside her, she hadn't been able to think straight at all.
"Ohhh, my poor little cunt is still tingling. I could almost get in the mood to fuck again." Susan bit her lip and thought about her chances of attracting attention. Would anyone believe her story even if she was able to get help? Or would they even agree to help her when they saw how big Hank was? It was too late anyway. He was on his way back.
Hank made her squat outside the car while he shook the bottle of pop and squirted it up her pussy. The carbonated soda stung, but when he told her it was a sure cure for the pregnancy blues, she gritted her teeth and stood the pain.
"Ohhhhh, I'm such a mess now," she whined, wiping the sticky pop off her thighs with her panties.
"Maybe we should go on back home and clean up. I wouldn't mind having another go at that beautiful little pussy of yours. It's starting to fit my cock perfect now."
"I'm too sore, Hank."
"You're just getting broken in." He gunned the engine to life. Susan saw that he'd forgotten to lock his end of the chain around the steering column again. She tried to gather it in a little in case she had a chance to run. But she was wearing only her skirt and blouse. Hank had made her leave her sandals at home. A precaution to keep her from running too fast, no doubt.
But the sex had made him drowsy and when he pulled up at a light in town, she knew she had to move fast or forget about it forever. Wrapping the last foot of chain around her arm, Susan kicked the door open suddenly and fled barefoot across the empty parking lot of a supermarket. She heard Hank curse, heard him throw the car in gear and burn rubber turning around. She headed down a street, wondering if she dared ask for help from someone who lived in one of the houses she passed. But nowadays, a person was as likely to slam the door in her face as help. She decided to run on, though by now Hank was turning the corner at the beginning of the street. Headlights fanned across her.
There was an alley and Susan ducked into it. Where was a cop when she really needed him? Halfway down the alley she knew she'd mad a bad mistake. It ended at the back of a warehouse, a dead end. And Hank's headlights had caught her again. She wheeled, staring at the blinding beams, helpless to go any further.
Hank pulled to a stop and came towards her. She fled back a few more yards and tried beating on the locked door of the warehouse. It was no good. Hank was pissed. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She was trembling.
"Don't hurt me. I'm sorry Hank, I just had to try and get away."
"I'm gonna take you home and beat the living shit ... " He stopped, his face changing. Somehow the chase had worked on him. She could feel his hard cock pounding against her thigh. Then he turned and dragged her back to the car. He killed the lights and wrestled her onto the hood.
"No, Hank! God no! Not here!"
He tore off her panties and pushed up her dress. Her long legs sprawled as she tried to dig her heels against the cool metal, tried to wriggle backwards. But Hank held her firm, his pants falling. She watched him step out of them. In the dim light from a lightpole, she saw his cock. It looked even bigger than when she'd nestled down onto it at the drive-in. And though Hank was hurting her with his fingers, she felt strength in her weakness. She felt like a wild animal who'd been cornered and now was about to be fucked.
"Oh damn you, yesss!" she hissed between clenched teeth as he leaned over her naked body. Then he was forcing her thighs apart and she felt her pussy open wetly. "Ohhh yes!"
Chapter Eight
Susan's juices were leaking onto the cool metal of the fender now. Hank had the head of his cock firmly planted between the white, plump lips of her pussy, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust.
"Ahhhh!" Susan's head banged the hood, her mouth flying open. She panted, clawing at the big man's shoulders. His cock had gone into her. She was sure of it. She could feel the hot, throbbing thing making her larger inside. And her juices smacked sexily when he pulled back an inch to thrust again.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh you're so big!"
Susan bent her knees then straightened one out again. The tightness in her hole changed when she did that, caressing the fevered knob of Hank's cock. She wondered how it must feel to him. It had to feel good. Because he was acting crazy, kissing her mouth like a maniac, his hands tracing the youthful curves of her body.
The car dipped under the force of the big man's movements. Again Susan heard the slippery, wet sound of her body being plowed open. She was panting hard now, tense from the slow penetration. She put a hand down to feel another inch of hot cock disappear between her velvety cuntlips.
"Yeah, baby, you like it! I know you like it."
"Uhhhh," Susan moaned, not willing to admit he was right. There was no feeling quite like it in her experience. The feeling of her dainty, dripping flesh being parted and stretched by Hank's huge cock. It seemed to wedge into her like some living creature. It had a pounding movement all its own, jerking upwards as Hank tensed his ass muscles. The jerking made her body shudder. It made the muscles of her cunt squeeze down around the hot prick that rubbed and teased her. That spongy, barbed head tortured her. Tortured her with a pleasure too intense to enjoy passively. When he held her adolescent hips with his big hands and punched his cock upwards into her belly, she gurgled deep in her throat and rocked her ass. More juice spilled onto the fender of Hank's car. He was rubbing her bottom around in it as he slammed up and under, driving his cock into the wet heat he was crazy for.
"You've got a million-dollar cunt," he panted, kissing her neck. He kissed her tits too and sucked one of her nipples between his teeth. Squirming, babbling under her breath, Susan felt the tickling heat of excitement that Hank could bring to her so easily.
"Every time we do this, you'll like it a little better."
"Nhhhhuuhh, ohhhhh, I'm gonna come!"
Hank stopped fucking her then. He rested his big chest against her titties and kissed her slowly, deeply. His tongue made her start groaning and she had to put her arms around his neck, the chain clinking where it dragged across the car hood. But he didn't move his hips at all. Even though she couldn't stop squirming. She could feel that enormous shape up inside her! The head was throbbing, swelling out tightly against the mouth of her womb. She whimpered weakly, begging him to finish her off. Hank just smiled and kept still. But every few seconds his prick would jump inside her and Susan would begin to squirm frantically again.
"Whhhuuuhh, ohhhh Hank, do it to me! Make me come now!"
"You've got to learn a little self-control. You don't want to have a baby do you?"
"I don't care. Not now, I don't. I just want to make it tickle more! I'm going crazy!"
"You little nymphomaniac," he whispered, kissing her ear until she squirmed furiously.
It was as if she were using Hank's motionless cock to fuck herself with. She rode it up and down, letting the tight circle of muscles at the beginning of her hole caress the quivering hardness of his entire length. Hank held himself up from her body just enough to give her room. Her ass cheeks squeaked and slipped across the fender as she tilted her hips sharply to one side and then the other. Her breathing was ragged and wild and she kept sinking her small, white teeth into Hank's shoulder, trying to urge him to do what she needed so badly.
"Ohhhh damn you, why don't you fuck me."
"You're doing a pretty good job of fucking yourself."
"But ... but I need more!"
Now her cunt's opening was stretched out around the head of Hank's cock. She could feel that this part of him was a bit softer. As she squeezed down around it, it gave. Hank groaned. Susan squeezed harder. She could feel her muscles cutting into that tender, blood-plump barb. This time Hank let out a long breath and his fingers dug into her ass cheeks again.
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
"Make you fuck me."
Susan grinned and let her eyes flutter closed. She massaged the hot plum of his tip, letting her hole muscles ride up and down it. Then she squeezed it just under the flared ridge, squeezed it so hard that Hank made a funny sound deep in his throat.
"You'd better watch out or I'll shove ... "
"Do! Do shove it in me!"
"I'll shove it in so deep, you'll feel it in your mouth, little girl!"
"Try me! I'll chew it then and see how you like that."
Again Susan tightened her cunt muscles until they cut into the streamlined shape of his pricktip. Hank grabbed her as roughly and thrust his hips forward. The juicy sound of her pussy opening ahead of him was beautiful. She smiled and plunged her hips and took him, took him to the hilt.
"Ohhhh boy! Ohhhh keep fucking me Hank! I'm gonna come for sure now!"
That one penetration had started the itchy tingles. Her dainty flesh was spasming already as waves of excitement built along the insides of her thighs and across the sweaty firmness of her tummy. But Hank held himself deep inside her, making her beg for it again. She was nearly hysterical from needing a climax.
"I'll bring you off," Hank told her, "if you'll suck me after I'm through."
"Suck you?"
"Really suck me. Like you've never sucked before."
Susan was trying to stall for time. If she could just keep squirming, she could bring herself off. Hank's hot cock was throbbing so wonderfully inside her! If she could just keep rocking her hips, plunging her mound with that stiffness do deep in her body ...
"Cool down, baby," Hank drawled, "I'm not going to let you wriggle out of it that easy."
He caught the chain and wrapped it around her waist. Pushing her knees back against her body, he gave her legs a few wraps. Now it wasn't as easy for her to move so freely. She could only rock her hips an inch or so. His cock went on throbbing, teasing her with an ecstasy that was only seconds away, yet seemed impossible.
"I'll fuck you some more if you'll suck me. That's the bargain you'll have to agree to before you get to come."
Susan chewed her lip. She felt faint from being held there on the edge of the cliff so long. She had to have her climax. It was enough to drive a person crazy.
"Yess! I'll do Whatever you want!"
Hank finished her in ten strokes. The first caused her ass cheeks to harden, lifting her up from the car fender. The second time he pulled back and slid his throbbing prick into her pussy, she squealed and writhed in the tight wrap of the chain. Hank let it loose then, let her squirm in a hungry frenzy of lust as he fucked her three times, four times, five times.
Susan gasped and whimpered. She could feel every inch of his cock! She could feel the rippling flow of her insides, squeezing and clinging to the slippery hardness of his cock. She could feel her clit pounding as it stretched its beaded head up out of the fleshy protection of her folds. Seven times his cock had gone into her, now eight!
The car bounced under her as Hank's cock thrust for the tenth time. She was coming, crying out weakly as the bewitching throes went through her. She itched all over, itched in a wondrously exciting way. And her clit was exploding with its own sexy rhythm. Hank went on fucking her, letting his cocktip press against her womb each time, letting his mouth linger against her young breasts. Then he was carrying her around to the front seat, his cock still buried inside her.
She moaned weakly as he pulled his cock from her pussy. She knew how foolish she'd been to think she could ever come out ahead. Because she'd ended up begging Hank to fuck her. And though she could still tell herself that she wanted to get away from him, what would happen after she was alone?
"I'm taking you home, baby," he said, starting the car. "I want you to suck my cock where I don't have to get up and go anywhere once it's over."
* * *
"Could I have a drink, Hank?"
Hank had just picked up the bottle and dropped ice in a glass. He dug out another glass, dropped in another cube and poured her a generous amount of booze.
"I guess you deserve this."
"Why?" She took the glass, trying not to meet his eyes. He had a way of making her feel as if she really had nothing to be angry at. But she wanted to stay angry. Until she could find a way to get out of his clutches.
"For admitting you like to fuck. For begging me to do it to you on the car hood tonight."
"That doesn't mean a thing," she said, swallowing the cold liquor. He had taken off his shirt and in the light from the bathroom she could see his huge muscles. He'd taken off the chain she usually wore outside her room. She was surprised that he wasn't keeping the door of the room closed and locked. She made a quick calculation of how fast she could run and how quickly Hank might catch up. But since she didn't have the keys to the car, it was silly to even contemplate escape just now.
Hank dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His skivvies bulged like crazy. Susan took another slug of her drink. She felt Hank touch her neck as he walked behind her. He was unbuttoning her blouse now, letting his palms slide down over her titties. She sighed, unable to bottle up the disquieting emotions each touching always started.
"You're made for sex, you know that?"
"Made for sex?"
"Yeah. Made to be made. Made for fucking." He laughed. "And sucking."
He was working at her panties now. He pulled them down and fondled her plump mound. It was still sore where his cock had penetrated her so deeply. She knew she'd never be as small as before. And now that he'd pushed his cock into her cunt, Hank wanted to push it into her throat!
Hank got onto his back and pulled Susan onto him in the sixty-nine position. She'd heard of such things, but never guessed that she would be expected to perform at such an young age.
"Muuhhhh!" she gasped, as his mouth pressed hotly against her cunt. He opened her with his tongue, gently petting each dainty fold, finding the sensitive places around her hole. Then he began to fuck her slowly with his tongue. It was an entirely different feeling than the incredible fucking she'd had with his cock. This seemed hotter and slower and more tantalizing. And throbbing against the underside of her chin was Hank's damp, hard prick. He moved his hips as if to urge her to reciprocate the licking she was getting.
Lifting the heavy shaft with trembling fingers, she gazed with shock at Hank's blood-darkened tip. His foreskin half covered it and she slid the white flesh back to expose the tip completely. It was glossy with his sex juices and the slitted opening at the very tip end was slightly open. She shivered to imagine that thing all the way inside her mouth. But Hank was licking her pussy furiously now, smearing his open mouth up and down her fevered slit. She was pulled into the frenzy of the moment. With a whimper, she tossed her head and let her parted lips slide gingerly across the hot, taut knob.
Hank groaned loudly and his ass shivered as he held it up off the bed. Grasping his cockshaft with both hands, Susan let her long fingers squeeze down as she lapped at the head of his cock like it was a lollipop. She could see how wet she was making it. Her saliva dripped down over her knuckles as she continued to wet and caress him.
"God damn ... " Hank gasped.
Despite her fear of actually sucking Hank's enormous prick, Susan's heart pounded harder when she knew that she was exciting him. Before this it had been more one-sided. She'd been the one who'd been seduced and toyed with and teased until at last she'd lost control of her pent-up lusts. Now she felt for the first time as if she had some control. When she curled her tongue against the plump lobes of Hank's barb, he trembled and panted and ate her pussy more hungrily than before.
The returning thrills made her all the more eager to make him lose his cool. She pushed her long hair out of her face and stared at the throbbing shape an inch from her face. She nuzzled it, smelled it gently as she used the tip of her nose to caress him. This too excited Hank. He started murmuring her name and thrusting his hips around. Susan smiled. She looked at the head of his cock in a different way now. Instead of being so frightened of its size and potency, she saw it as a key to using this big man.
She opened her mouth then and let her small, white teeth slide up to where the flared ridge bulged out. She began to chew him, gingerly of course, but hard enough for him to know what was happening.
"Suzy baby! Ohhhhh Christ! Christ!"
She chewed slightly harder, licking at the same time, smearing his cockflesh with hot spit until the big man was shivering with passion. And the way his cock throbbed! She had felt it doing that in her cunt. But now it was as if she held the secret of life between her lips.
"Uhh, uhhhhhh," Hank moaned, still burrowing his face against her dripping pussy.
Now Susan found more courage. She slid her lips down around his tip completely. Then she swathed him hungrily with her tongue until he grunted weakly in his throat, his belly heaving with the excitement she gave him.
She had soft, full lips and she let them slide out around his tip as she brought her head back, then tightened her mouth as she pulled down over the pulsing, fevered swelling again. She did this slowly, counting off the seconds to keep the tempo of her loving the same. Hank stopped breathing, his face nestled between the hot outer lips of her twat. Her own cuntflesh was throbbing too, pressing against his open mouth and chin. She moved her hips slowly, rocking her mound up and down, massaging the bump of her clit against the tip of his tongue.
Then she was using her own tongue ever so teasingly. As the firm, soft circle of her lips slipped back and forth over Hank's cockhead, she fanned the underside of his shaft with soft licks.
One of her hands slipped back to cradle his balls. She sunk her long fingers into the squishy sac, searching out one orb, then the other. As she did this, she dared to take more of his cock.
Susan jerked a little when his cocktip brushed the roof of her mouth. But, though it was very close to her tonsils, she hadn't had the urge to gag. Was it possible for her to go that deep and somehow control her natural tendency to choke? She thought it worth a try.
"Susy, you're incredible. I didn't guess you knew anything about ... uhhhh ... this!"
Now she could feel it. Huge and hot and pulsing. It brushed her tonsils and for a moment she panicked and closed her throat. But she calmed her racing heart and tried again. Her tongue flicked nervously across the hardened flesh of Hank's prick. When the smoothly rounded head went between her tonsils, she let them close softly around it. The big man began to tremble like a baby.
"Ohhhhhhh honey!" he sighed, hardly able to concentrate on the tender mess of her young pussy.
Susan was amazed and excited at the way she was controlling her urge to gag. If she just relaxed and told herself not to she didn't choke! Hank's cocktip was well past her tonsils now. She felt it plowing softly into the heat of her throat. The underside of his prick was on top, of course, since they were lying upon each other, head to tail, but that made her able to rub that part better now. She tilted her chin upwards so that her neck was straight. Slowly, inching carefully forward, she let his thick prick ease deeper.
"God! Susy, how can you do it?" Hank growled and held himself still. She knew he was resisting the desire to start fucking. He wanted to feel her taking him in rather than spoiling it by making her gag. And she was taking him in! Her lips were only an inch away from his balls now. Then, less than that. Finally, his swollen cocktip stopped halfway down her throat. She swallowed slowly and carefully, letting her tongue curl around his shaft.
"More, baby! A little more!"
Susan's eyes were wide with surprise. She was surprised not only that she'd almost swallowed the head of his cock, but at the fact that she could control her instincts so easily. When she kept her mind from it, she had not the slightest urge to choke.
Gingerly she closed her fingers around one of his balls and pushed it toward her mouth. Opening her lips slowly, she took the hot orb in. Then, just as gently, she lifted the other one and let it slide behind her teeth. Now she had all of him. Ten inches of throbbing cock, half it down her throat. Her chin was pushed out as far as she could to diminish the angle. Hank was shaking like a leaf. She curled her tongue around him again, wishing she could reach his tip. But maybe her swallowing was exciting that part of him. Because every time she did, he groaned as the velvety muscles of her throat squeezed and caressed his cock.
"Baby doll," Hank panted, his body suddenly rigid, trembling violently.
The hot spurts came suddenly. Susan's eyes bugged out as she felt the cream boiling out of the big man's prick. She calmed herself, making sure she kept swallowing. Some of the hot foam boiled up into her mouth, but she didn't gag. She just kept gulping, kept driving her tongue into the softness of his ballsac. Hank wasn't plunging or raping her mouth. Maybe he was too cautious to do anything so risky. Because she had all of him, every inch. And her teeth were cutting into the base of his cock as he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot sap.
The stuff was gurgling deep in her throat now. Susan pulled her head back, letting Hank's balls flop free, then an inch or two of cock. She had his tip back in her mouth now and could use her tongue to snake and curl around his knob. She began to bob, pretending her lips were the beginning of her cunt, squeezing down tightly to make Hank think the same. A fresh gush of hot cum rushed out. She kept swallowing, swallowing the steamy, slick stuff down.
At last the trembling man relaxed and sank down into the mattress. He was breathing hard and his eyes were closed. Susan eased her mouth from him and swung her long legs off the bed, her cunt coming free of his mouth with a slippery sound. But still Hank didn't budge.
Was he sleeping? Was he just passed out from the pleasure of it all? Susan fished in his pants pocket and found his car keys easily. Still Hank didn't stir. Susan picked up her clothes and tiptoed from the room. She was sure that he'd jump up at any second and drag her back. But he didn't. Was he playing a trick on her?
"Oh God, just let me get out of here without him waking up."
Susan pulled out of the yard and drove to the stop sign at the country road before she dared to start breathing regularly again. A dribble of warm cum was beginning to dry on her chin and she rubbed it off with the back of her hand and swung south towards town. She couldn't dare take his car out of the state. It would be better to get a bus with the money she'd kept aside for such emergencies.
"He'll never suspect I'm gone until I'm on the bus. How could he catch up with me now anyway?" Susan started laughing. But her mood didn't last long. By the time she saw the lights of town, she was feeling strangely depressed. Her cunt ached for the climax she hadn't quite reached. And the taste of Hank's cum in her mouth made her remember how he'd trembled and moaned when she'd taken his cockhead down her throat.
"I don't need him. I don't need any man. All they want to do is stick their big old cocks into a girl!"
Just the thought of this made her shiver. And her cunt throbbed harder than before. Susan clenched her teeth and drove on. But her heart was beating faster. She was thinking of that enormous staff of rigid flesh that was Hank's cock. She remembered how incredible it had been to lick him, to let her mouth ride up and down over the bulging tip. Then she let the reverie complete itself as Hank threw her onto her back, held her knees apart and sank his throbbing hard-on into her young cunt.
"Ohhhhh shit!" she whimpered, putting a hand down under her dress. She dug at the swollen wetness of her pussy, getting under her panties so that she could bring herself off quickly. But whenever she thought she might be getting close, she remembered how much better it was when Hank's cock was firmly planted in her tight, young hole.
"What's wrong with me? I can't go back. I can't admit that I want the very man who held me captive for one whole week," she whispered. But her cunt ached and her nipples tingled as she thought of Hank sucking them.
At the city limits sign, Susan cursed again and pulled over. She was shaking like a leaf. She gunned the car, made a screeching u-turn and headed back toward Hank's place. She drove fast, talking to herself all the way. She jerked the car to a stop in front of the house and ran inside. She took the stairs three at a time, her legs working hard. Down the hall and into his room. Hank was on his back in the middle of the bed, looking just like she'd left him.
"Hank," she moaned, tearing off her clothes, "Oh Hank, I want to fuck you!"
He opened his eyes, a smile breaking slowly across his face. "I figured you'd be back. But I didn't want to stop you if you really wanted to go."
"Oh Hank, darling!" Susan pressed her open mouth over his, her tongue flitting in and out between his teeth. She was on top of his huge, muscled body. Her thin fingers fumbled at his cock, felt it coming to life. As it stiffened, she rubbed it excitedly against her steamy, slick cunt. Her muscles parted around the tip. She bucked her hips once, twice. With the third plunging movement, she skewered herself and a shivery thrill went up her spine. She brushed her small tits back and forth across Hank's chest as she rocked her hips, backing down upon the rigid shaft of his prick. It was going into her so wonderfully!
"I want to stay with you! I want to give you what Elaine never did."
"You've already done that, sweetheart." Hank covered her asscheeks with his big hands and moved his hips in a slow circle under her. Happy and babbling, Susan arched her back, her bottom dancing and plunging as she fucked herself into a breathless frenzy on the big man's cock. As she came, their tongues fought and she moaned his name again and knew, for the first time in her life, that she was going to be happy for a long, long time.
