"Your boss must trust you to let you finish up all by yourself," I said. The guy working at the hot water tank just grunted. He was in his early twenties, I figured. Longish blond hair. Tall. And good looking. Or I wouldn't've been leaning at the bottom of the steps talking to him. The boss of the crew, an older fellow, had left his helper to finish connecting everything up. I'd been sunbathing in the back yard when they'd come. And when I'd seen the boss leave, I just had to go downstairs. Since my fifteenth birthday, I'd started getting curious about the way a girl could affect a man. Just my presence made a guy jumpy....I'd seen it happen lots of times before I started to figure things out. Before I discovered that it just might be my long, coltish legs, my high, firm breasts. Small, but firm ... kind of all poked out from my chest. And then there was my hair. It was long enough to reach to my waist. Usually I braided it. Like today. With small yellow ribbons at the ends.
Men probably liked my freckles too. I had hated them once. Until I found out that guys-especially older guys-were crazy about them. They were splat tered across my short, upturned nose like spilled paint. Well, I had them ... why not flaunt them?
So there I was leaning against the wall with nothing on but a skimpy bikini bottom and a faded red T-shirt. I flopped a braid around and sucked on the end of it as if I was wetting a paintbrush. "Doesn't it get boring, working on water heaters all the time?"
"Yeah," the boy shrugged. He'd only just glanced at me once. I wished like hell he'd take another look. I was pretty young, sure. But I was growing. Oh god, how I was growing!
"How old are you?" I moved around so he'd have to see me. I was standing close now. I noticed him glancing at my bare feet as he tried to get a joint tight with a big wrench.
"Old enough to know I'd be in trouble if I grabbed you."
I didn't let him see my surprise. My ears burned. Wow, I just hadn't expected anything like that. I tried to think of something witty to say back. My mind just wouldn't work.
"That's what you'd like, isn't it?" He went on. He put down the wrench and stood up. He was big through the shoulders with blue eyes that peeked out from under a blond forelock. I saw his muscles move under his faded blue shirt.
"'Course not!" I started to turn away. His hand shot out so fast I gave a little shriek. I struggled, really scared now. But a funny tingle was rushing over my skin! I'd never felt anything quite like it.
And my breath was tight and hot in my throat. The big guy pulled me close enough so that I could see a scar at the side of his chin.
"You smell like something that oughta be against the law."
"Let me go! You're hurting me!" Somehow I wrenched my arms free. He put his hands on his hips and chuckled. Then I noticed the lump pushing out the front of his levis. He wasn't as cool as he thought! I knew he had a hard-on. That's what my best friend Joan called it when a boy's cock was hard. She told me that they had to get hard before they could stick them into a girl's body and come. I wasn't sure just what happened when they did that. Except that something came out. Something that made a baby grow in a female's belly.
"You're shaking," the boy said. His eyes raked over my legs. "What you got on under that T-shirt?" My blush must have told him something. He reached out but I was already heading for the stairs. My feet thumped as I took them three at a time. I wasn't quite to the top when I heard that guy start up after me. "Hey, I wanta look under your T-shirt," he laughed.
I took the corner and streaked through the kitchen and into the hall. But he was still coming! I skidded past the bathroom and then decided to get to my room. I felt I'd opened some kind of pandora's box and couldn't put the lid back again. Was this really happening? "My folks'll kill you!" I shrieked, trying to slam my bedroom door shut. The guy's foot jammed it and he shoved it open. I staggered back and my legs hit the edge of the bed. I sprawled on my back on the mattress. The blond guy shut the door behind him and locked it.
"Your folks went to town. They won't be back all day." He smiled as he moved slowly towards me. "You thing I'm deaf or something?" I kept backpedaling, but there was no place to go now. When I felt the wall against my bottom, I stuck the end of a braid in my mouth and chewed it nervously.
"You ... you won't do anything ... I"
"That might disappoint you pretty bad."
"I don't want you here!" I screamed, my voice breaking. His expression didn't change. He glanced at my silk pajamas draped over the back of a chair. He picked them up and ran his hands down each leg. Then he picked up the top and pushed it up to his face.
"I bet you smell good when you get out of bed in the morning." He sucked in a lungful of air. "Yeah, you smell good. Let me see ... fourteen. Fifteen?"
I swallowed hard. My tits rose and fell as I panted there, chewing my braid. Then the blond guy moved. He moved fast! I felt him spinning me around and shoving me face down on my own bed. Then he had my wrists pulled behind me and the leg of my pajamas was being wound around them tight. He knotted them quickly and when I tried to get my hands free I knew that I wouldn't be able to until he untied me himself. "Noo. Ohh no! Please let me go! I'll scream. I'm not kidding! You'll be in a lot of trouble!"
He had me on my back, jerking my T-shirt up. There wasn't any way he could get it off with my hands tied, but he shoved it up above my small tits and gazed down. His eyes rolled around as he licked his lips. "Jesus christ," he mumbled. "Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Ohhh ... ohhh help!" I tossed my head back and forth, whimpering. His hands moved down over my sore nubbins. They were always sore now. My friend Joan said that they would be that way until they'd stopped growing. But the way this guy was touching me sent hot shivers of-something-through my legs and belly. Yes, it felt kind of good. But I was so darned scared. I couldn't think of pleasure. I could only think of all those horror stories I'd read in the paper. About rape!
"Huuuhhnnnnn!" I gasped, trying to buck myself away from him. But his fingers had stopped at the top edge of my bikini. He tore it loose from my body with one quick grab. The jolt of the skimpy thing tearing made me start crying. I pulled a leg up against my chest and kicked out at him as hard as I could. He grabbed the ankle and wrestled me around.
"God damn little bitch ...!" He was laughing again, his big body pressed against me. Somehow I was on my stomach again and felt him pulling me onto his lap. That stiff lump at his crotch made me start bawling all the harder. He had me draped over his knees as he sat on my bed. I felt him began to rub my ass slowly, then start to pat each cheek in turn.
"Wait'll I tell my mom and dad-wait'll I tell-!"
"You ain't gonna tell nobody anything," the blond guy said. He was patting my cheeks harder now. I pinched them together. They felt as if they were getting red. I would've been embarrassed having somebody looking at my bottom, touching; it ... but I was more scared than anything else. Then he started to spank me.
"Ouch....Ohhhh god ... don't do that....Ohhh it hurts!"
"What a fine ass. It was made for a little spanking," he said. His palm smarted sharply now. I wriggled my hips around and whined but he kept smacking me with an easy, slow rhythm. The crack of my flesh being slapped resounded in my bedroom. More tears wet my cheeks as I wallowed helplessly, hands bound tightly behind my back.
Then I was aware of this stranger, this handsome young plumber's helper, doing something else. His free hand was beginning to stroke the inside of my thighs. No boy had ever touched me there! And the tiny shockwaves of pleasure his fingertips set off were indescribable. I proaned and wallowed my tits down against the bed. I didn't mean to be exciting myself, but my small, pink nipples were so sensitive that the friction of the bedspread made quivery thrills shoot through me.
How awful! This perfect stranger was spanking my bare bottom as if I was some naughty child or something. And he was looking down at my nakedness ... at my cunt! And I wanted to die. I wanted him to die! "Ohhhh please let me go! Please!"
"Tour body ... it's really fine. I never saw a girl's body before it got all blown up," he said. He was spanking me harder than ever now. It was a sharp, keen pain every time he brought his palm down. But something else was happening too. Another little sensation that went along with the hitting. In between the smacks the tingle spread down through the outer lips of my cunt, as though all the blood that had rushed to my bottom was getting to my slit too, flushing it with heat. I could feel my slick juices starting to flow, starting to make tiny dewdrops in the sparse curls that edged my pussy.
And this guy had his fingers against one swelling lip. Then he pushed a little and I felt my dainty folds open a little for him. As tight as I squeezed my thighs together, he was shoving gingerly into the heat of my throbbing pussy!
"Nooo ... ohh, damn you!" I writhed and arched my back sharply, bringing my breasts free of the bed. I could feel their weight as they hung in the air, the nipples hard little fingers of pinkness. Then this guy lifted me suddenly and flung me on my back again. My tied hands were under me, the legs of my pajamas still binding them firmly together. I kicked at him, but not very hard. As much as anything I was afraid I might connect and hurt him. Then no telling what he might do.
"Watch out!" he yelled, grabbing my feet, getting my ankles in his vise-like grip. He spread my long, lean legs and smiled wickedly. He was still as good looking as ever, but now I knew what a bastard he was! My mind spun and I thought I might faint. If he had touched his belt buckle ... just touched it ... I knew I would've died of heart failure.
Instead he just knelt there between my legs, holding them wider, looking at that seepy, hot bloom that was edged with brown curls. I couldn't meet his eyes I felt so ashamed. No man had ever really seen me like this! No one!
"Noooo!" I struggled to jerk my ankles away from his grasp but he just laughed and fought my legs open again.
"Now that's the prettiest little thing I ever saw," he breathed, voice husky.
I whimpered and started to bawl again. My tears didn't seem to have much effect on him. Unless crying just excited him more. I could see the front of his pants all poked out. Whatever was in there looked huge! My heart fluttered as another rush of excitement burst through me. Yes ... I was excited. Scared ... but excited.
When this blond stranger started kissing the inside of my thighs I thought I'd really pass out for sure. I just started panting for air and felt limp all over. It was so weird, not being able to fight him anymore. When I tried to move it only set off little prickles of pleasure. And his tongue began to bring fire to my belly and crotch! He was licking my flesh
... licking it so hard that the point of his tongue dug into it. "Nnnnnnnoooo," I gasped, digging weakly at the mattress with both heels. I felt his teeth nipping the tender flesh high on the inside of one thigh, then he started on the other. His hot spit dripped down over my skin. He was getting so close to ... to my cunt! But he'd stop then of course. How could any man want to put his mouth against something so musky and slick? I'd heard Joan tell stories about that kind of thing, but I knew she was just making it all up.
"Yeah ... eating stuff," the guy growled. And then I knew he must be crazy I Because something had touched the slightly parted lips of my cunt. And his hands were holding my legs apart, fingers digging into the flesh behind my knees. He was touching my pussy with his mouth!
"Ohhh ... ohhhh god, nooo!" I squirmed my hips around like crazy but the touch of his tongue felt pointy and sharp as he plowed it between the glossy folds. Then an unbelievable rush of pure pleasure jolted through me. I choked on a breath and trembled all over.
"Noo ... not my clit! Ohhh god, don't touch it ... please!" I didn't know much about it. Joan'd said that was where the whole thing started. I'd believed her of course. I always knew there was something special about that little nubbin of flesh that lay hidden behind a hood. I'd touched it a couple of times myself out of curiosity. The tickle it always started scared me some. I didn't know whether I was normal or not for feeling things so keenly. And this stranger was making my tiny button rage with a new fever, a fever I'd never known. I threw my head around, still too weak to fight the guy burrowing between my legs. Then his whole mouth covered my cunt! I felt his lips dripping saliva onto me, felt his tongue dive deep in the steamy folds to scratch up even more hidden pleasure.
"Huhhnnnnn....Noooo....Ohhhhhhh help me somebody!"
"Yeahmmmmm," he moaned, probing with his tongue again, down along the clasping hot folds. He swooped dangerously close to my cherry. I knew that from Joan too. And the touch of his licking there sent a knife blade of fear through me.
"Don't! You better not or I'll ... I'll...."
"A virgin!" He pulled his head up enough for me to look down over my heaving belly. His chin and cheeks were smeared with my glossy juice. He licked his lips and chuckled again. He looked completely crazy. "Sonofabitch if you ain't a virgin!"
"God, god, god!" I found a little strength, enough to try and rock my hips away from his mouth. But he just opened his lips around my cunt again and started to suck noisily at my flooding butter. When I tried to get my hands loose from the binding silk of my pajamas, another strange thrill shot through my chest. It was the tension of trying to get my arms free when I couldn't. It was the tension of my muscles as I strained and was held back. Now all my nerves burned on the edge of some lovely madness.
"Nhhuuu....Ohhhmmmmm ... help ... please ... don't do that anymore ... I"
But the blond guy's tongue raked the bright door of my cherry, tickled the edges of my unspeared hole. The sounds of his mouth made against my convulsing, dripping pussy were hungry ones. The slick smack of his lips, the suck of his licking. I could even feel him swallowing down my sex butter and lapping frantically for more!
"Ohhh ... what are you doing now?" He was shoving my legs up and back, making me bend my knees until they were almost touching my tits. Now my slippery little flower was peeled all the way open to his savage mouth! I felt his teeth edging around the puffy inner lips until he found my clit again. It had pushed out from its protective hood and was standing up like a tiny finger! His tongue danced at the end of it as his lips caressed the sides.
"Nhhhuuuu ...!" I jerked and twisted under him but, without my hands, I couldn't get enough leverage to escape his mouth. And the tickly sensations he'd started only moments before were now a delirious storm that clouded my thinking. The itchy flush of my cunt was driving me insane. It was like a thousand butterflies brushing me with their wings!
"I'd love to eat your cherry...."
"Nooo ... oh jesus god in heaven, don't do anything like that to me! I'll pay you ... I'll promise not to tell...!"
The blonde guy laughed and nuzzled his open mouth down over my throbbing lips again. My clit jumped up to meet his tongue. He knew I wouldn't tell anyway. How could I find the nerve to tell my mother or dad all this? It was as though all the vague ideas I'd had about sex had suddenly exploded into some awful, mixed-up reality. But not all of it was awful. That darned shivery tickle that kept getting worse ... or better! I couldn't seem to control my movements anymore.
"Ohhhh ... stop! Please s-s-stop!" And even though I knew I didn't want him to keep doing those shameful things to me with his mouth, my heels were slipping down over his shoulders ... around his neck. I locked my feet there and grunted like a hungry little piggy as I pulled his head harder into my flooding pussy! And then I felt that my willpower had been drained. That tickle was good! It was as if there were two of me, one wanting him to stop and other urging him on. It was that damned bewitching pleasure! It was more intense than just scratching an itch. This itch got more radiant as you scratched it. And it had spread from the pulsing folds of my pussy until it covered the insides of both thighs and the heaving flesh of my tummy. I writhed like a snake, my wrists cut by the binding nylon of my pajama legs, my T-shirt tangled up under my arms. The soreness of my naked breasts had been replaced by a deep, feverish feeling. The nipples poked out long and pink. Though the conscious part of my mind rejected the idea of having my tits kissed, I knew too that if that guy put his mouth on one of them now I might faint from the thrill.
"Ohh ... I ... feel ... soooo weird!"
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Noooo!"
"Sure you do." He laughed. "I wish you could see your pussy! When I take my tongue away from that sweet little clit of yours, it just about crawls right out after me!" I tried to focus on the guy's face. His blond hair was mussed now and hanging down over one eye. The front of his shirt was unbuttoned. I panted like a dog, waiting to see what he would do to me next.
"Here!" He jumped off the bed and picked up the hand mirror from my dresser. I turned my face to the side and closed my eyes when he held the thing between my thighs and tilted it to get the angle right. "You'd better take a look, pretty girl." His voice threatened. I didn't know what he might do if I didn't look. Slowly I opened my eyes and then sucked in a sharp breath. He still had my knees up against my body, thighs forced apart. The inner lips of my cunt were pumped full of blood and darker in color than I'd ever seen them. My clit was darkened too, and it dripped with my slippery butter. The blond guy pushed a spit-wet finger gingerly along the edge of my spread bloom. The slight friction made my back arch and my breasts shiver. Then he gouged the finger down into the V of my slit and up again until it rubbed my clit down into the hot juice. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm! I whimpered like a bitch in heat and flopped my head around wildly. I couldn't keep my ass still either. It danced and plunged on the mattress until the springs squalled.
"Nhu ... nhu ... ohhhmmmmmm...." I jerked my hands but the twisted pajamas held tight. And again I felt that burst of pleasure as my efforts to free myself were resisted by the knots the blond buy had made. With a hungry noise, he wallowed his mouth down against my pussy again. The slippery sounds of his sucking were louder than ever. He was devouring me! I felt the rough slide of his tongue up and down my slit and over my clit. I felt his teeth nipping my puffy, hot lips and his chin nestled into the juicy hollow where my cherry still guarded my virginity.
"Huuhhnnnnooo!" I bucked wildly, but the guy hooked his arms and shoulders under my knees to keep my thighs open and back. He was going after me good now! And in just a few seconds the friction was so intense, the tickly goodness swamping me so completely, that I could only jerk and twitch. "Ohhh ... something's happening! Something....Ohhh god, I never felt anything ... like ... this...!"
The blond guy held my pussy open with both hands as he dug into every hollow and bump. The only thing he'd left undone was my hole itself. And I could even feel his tongue tip pushing in against that bright, thin membrane. He stretched it up inside me a little and then started sucking my clit again. The flaming thrills burst up through the muscles of my thighs and made my belly feel as if it was full of snakes. I writhed in ecstatic agony under his hungry mouth. I felt a convulsion begin in the muscles of my cunt that set it to sucking back at the blond guy's tongue. Then I seemed to explode! A loud, shuddering whine burst from my throat and I grabbed his head with my thighs and pulled his tongue hard against my pussy. I plunged my ass up and down furiously as the come raked my slender body. I don't know what kind of sounds I was making, but the devastating frenzy between my thighs was like nothing in my young experience. My juices dribbled down freely as the dazzling thrills jolted me over and over. I guess I half-fainted. I was aware of somebody undoing my wrists. The blond buy I guess. I had been rolled over onto my belly. The little thrills were still tingling between my seeping cunt lips.
"Ohhh ... ohhh god. Why did you do this...?"
"'Cause you wanted me to, baby." The guy patted my bottom. "By the way, my name's Blake." His finger teased the crack of my bottom. "I'll look you up next week sometime and maybe we can go out."
"I never want to see you again in my life!" I blurted, starting to cry. After the thrill was gone I was starting to realize how badly I'd been treated. I rubbed one of my wrists where the silk had cut it. I wouldn't look at him.
"See you later, sugar."
I heard him lope downstairs. I waited until he had time to gather his tools and carry them to the truck before I went to push the curtain back. He was looking up right at me! He waved and smiled and pushed that blond hair out of his eyes. I jerked the curtain shut and sat down hard on my bed.
Just when I'd started to get things figured out, this had happened. I'd gotten the idea from my mother that men were around for women to exploit. A girl captured one with her body and made him her slave. My mother never really said as much, but I'd picked it up from conversations I'd overheard. But this time I'd just tried to tease a guy into going a little crazy for me and he'd tied me up and....
I put my face in my hands and whined with frustration. Blake had gone crazy allright. But I hadn't had him in my power at all ... it had been the other way around. I was more mixed up than ever. And he was right about my being afraid to tell my folks. Just the thought of it embarrassed me so badly that my ears burned red. I hurried into the bathroom and washed my swollen, tender pussy and found a new pair of silk panties.
Well, he hadn't busted my cherry anyway. Thank god for that! Because my mom had made an appointment for me to have a pelvic examination now that I was maturing. If the doctor saw something like that he'd be sure to tell my mother.
But nobody was going to get my cherry that easily! I was going to use it like my mama had hinted. I sensed that there was something magical about a virgin. I could have anything I wanted if I could find the right guy-the guy who would freak out over my slender, young body. I decided right then that if Blake called me or tried to see me, I'd tell him to stuff it.
TWO
It was the last class period of the day. Joan and I sat in the back of the room, our desks side by side. We were supposed to be studying for a test but I was telling her about what had happened to me that Saturday afternoon with the young plumber's helper.
"I don't believe you," Joan whispered, pushing my shoulder.
"Listen, it's the god's truth!" I hissed. "He chased me right upstairs! I didn't have much on either. He got me on my bed and tied my wrists up with my pj's...." When I said this I noticed that Joan's eyes looked funny and she licked her upper lip. She didn't think I noticed what she was doing with her hand but I did. She slipped it down and under the hem of her skirt. We were kind of off in the corner so nobody could see what she was doing. I heard a wet snick as her finger opened her cunt.
"What else happened?" she said, voice soft from what she was doing to herself.
"He ... well, he...." I didn't know whether I even had the nerve to tell all this to my best friend." He started kissing me. On my body."
"Wow!" Joan's eyes fluttered closed. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on under her dress of course, but I could see the muscles in her arm working. "Where on your body?"
"My tits ... and...." I blushed and bit my bottom lip.
"You mean he ate you out?" The slick sound of Joan's finger was louder now. And her breath was short and panting. A lock of her red hair flopped down over her nose and she didn't bother to push to back.
"Ohhh, it was the most awful thing I ever experienced!" I tried to quiet the pounding of my heart. "Imagine a guy actually putting his mouth down ... there!"
"Sounds heavenly," Joan gasped, working her fingers all the faster. Her eyes closed. I could smell a tinge of her musky cunt drifting up from under her dress. Then I saw Mr. Holden coming down the aisle towards us. Joan saw him too.
"Trudy! This is a study period," he said. "I'd like to see you after school. You know how I feel about conversations during study period!"
I watched Mr. Holden's broad shoulders swaying back up the aisle. Shit! Now I'd have to hang around and get a lecture when I wanted to be fooling around with Joan in the park on the way home. When I glanced over at Joan she was sitting with her elbows on her book, a dreamy look on her face. She had a finger to her nose, the same finger that had been plowing her cunt only seconds before. I could see the glossy shine of her juice on her knuckles. I sighed and tried the history once more.
Mr. Holden wasn't in his room when I came in after the last bell. I wasn't too shook up. Usually Mr. Holden and I got along just fine. I figured that he'd disciplined me like that in front of the class so they wouldn't think I was teacher's pet or anything. But it was a drag having to wait. I wandered around, wiping my finger along the dusty blackboard. A funny idea came to me. I knew it was wrong, letting my imagination wander. But I couldn't help but wonder if it would work.
I'd tried a little sex appeal with that blond guy named Blake and I'd blown it. Okay. Sure, I didn't know too much about all this boy-girl thing yet. But what if I tried something on Mr. Holden? It was almost the end of the year. My grades were good. And he wasn't the kind of guy who'd freak out and get himself into trouble or anything. Not with one of his students. I giggled at the thought of putting him on the spot. I had on a short, red skirt and a brightly patterned blouse with pearl buttons. My best sandals too. I thought they were really sexy the way they showed off my narrow feet. Of course with my coltish build, I had legs to go with it. Had Mr. Holden ever noticed? I was just itching to find out!
"Ah, there you are, Trudy." He had taken off his coat and tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. "I'm putting up some student art for the coming Parent's Night," he said, "you can help me for an hour and I'll drive you home." He grinned. "Will that punishment suit you?" I wound one of my pigtails around my neck and pretended I was being hung. Mr.
Holden laughed again and motioned for me to follow him. That was the way he was after school hours. Easygoing. But he didn't know what I had in mind. I wasn't really too sure myself.
We went into Miss Caruthers's room. Miss Caruthers was arranging sketches that her students had done. She was a heavy, slow person who fuddled around a lot when she talked to people.
"Why don't you go on home, Miss Caruthers, Trudy is going to help me. " Mr. Holden gave me a smile. "Aren't you Trudy?" I nodded.
Miss Caruthers clapped her hands together. "How nice. Not many girls volunteer to help after school like that." Mr. Holden and I exchanged glances. I made like I was hanging myself with my braid again and he grinned and handed me a sketch to hang.
I waited until Miss Caruthers had gotten her purse and left before I climbed the ladder. I knew that Mr. Holden couldn't help seeing my thighs and my panties up under that short dress. But to make doubly sure he would, I dropped one of my tacks. "Could you hand me another one please?" I asked.
Mr. Holden had to get on the first step of the ladder to hand it up to me. I pretended to lose my balance slightly and shoved a leg out. My panties, which happened to be pale blue, made a silky noise as they slid over my firm, pert ass. And then he looked! Boy, did he look! I didn't let on that I'd seen him but poor Mr. Holden's eyes had almost bugged out of his head. He wiped his forehead on the arm of his shirt and went to get more tacks.
"Darn, I'm out," I said, holding one picture up by the corner. "Could you get me some more please?"
When he started up the ladder, I pretended I was busy with the picture. I arched my back and poked my bottom out sharply so that the skirt would ride out over it. I could feel the thin satin of my panties stretching up into my cunt a little and into the crack, of my ass. Mr. Holden made a funny noise in his throat. I turned to see his expression and this time I really did lose my balance. I came off the ladder, arms out to catch him. I squealed and felt his chest bump my small tits. He staggered back, arms around my shoulders and waist. The sensation of my slender form against his muscled chest set off tingles inside me that I hadn't expected. Only my tiptoes were touching the floor and still Mr. Holden held me up against him. "Ohhhh," I gasped, pretending terror. I leaned my face against his chest. My arms were still clutched around his back. But then I felt something that scared me. Something hard and hot growing out at the front of his pants. The hardness pushed against the bare flesh of my thigh.
"I think I'd better drop you off home now," he said, pushing me back suddenly. He held me by the shoulders, his nostrils flared wide. He wasn't such a bad looking guy really, except he wore his hair so short and all. I was dying to look at the crotch of his pants. He saw me glance down and turned away.
"I don't want to go home," I said, pouting. Mr. Holden had just pulled out of the school yard. I wasn't sitting right next to him, but I wasn't sitting by the window either. I noticed that his pants were still pretty tight. I let the hem of my red skirt hike up some more. Mr. Holden looked at my tanned thigh. I cocked my hips at an angle so that if he looked real good me might just catch a glimpse of my panty crotch. I guess I'd felt that I was getting to him back at school. I wanted to get to him some more. It would be wild to be able to tell my buddy Joan some more stories. She always acted like she was the know-it-all when it came to sex.
"I said, I don't want to go home right now!" I couldn't believe my brass. But I was feeling kind of crazy, kind of wild. Not that I wanted Mr. Holden to make a pass at me or anything. I just wondered if someone as young as I was could excite a more mature male.
"Where do you want to go?" he said suddenly. His voice was strange. He wasn't looking at me or anything. Just driving. I swallowed hard. I hadn't been ready for this! I'd expected him to take me home anyway. "I asked you where you wanted to go." He gave me a funny look. There was a smile between his eyes but it wasn't his usual one.
"I don't care!" I said tossing my braids. "Anywhere."
Mr. Holden drove west out of town, following the old forest road. I was breathing a little fast now. I had no idea what was happening. I'd started the whole thing by just fooling around. Why did everything always get so weird with men? We were a mile out of town when Mr. Holden reached under his seat and pulled out a brown paper bag. There was a pint of whiskey inside. He unscrewed the cap and tipped the bottle up. I counted five swallows before I had to turn away in fear.
"Maybe I was just kidding," I said.
"You don't think I have blood in my veins, do you?" he asked, drinking again. I decided not to rile him. I pulled my skirt back down and folded my hands in my lap.
When the car stopped I threw the door open and bolted. Mr. Holden's footsteps were heavy behind me, crashing through the scrub oak and pine needles. I tripped on a root and went sprawling into a patch of wildflowers. Mr. Holden caught my arms and yanked me up.
"I've watched the way you move when boys are around!" he blurted. "You're a tease, Trudy! A goddamned tease!" His hair was all over the place. His fingers dug into my arms at the elbows. I kept swallowing. I knew my eyes were big as plates.
"Mr. Holden, you don't want to do this. It's a Dim-mistake. You could get in a lot of t-t-trouble."
He whipped something out of his pocket. It was a long piece of rawhide thong. He pushed me down on my knees in the wildflowers and tied my hands behind me. I started crying softly, my tears spilling onto the bright petals at my knees. Then Mr. Holden undid the front of his pants and let them fall. His shorts too. I couldn't open my eyes now. I was shaking all over.
A rough hand grabbed my chin and made me look up. Sticking out from my teacher's crotch was the biggest, stiffest looking cock I could imagine. I'd only seen two in my whole life now, but Mr. Holden's was lots bigger than Blake's had been. He held me by my braids and shoved-the thing under my chin, dragging it slowly upwards. I jerked my wrists but the leather cut me painfully.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh god, I don't believe this is happening!"
He pulled my braids until my face was looking up at the sky. Then he pushed the head of his cock against my cheek hard. The surface of that spongy tip was hot! I guess it was blue because of all the blood that was trapped inside. I panted and shook my head.
"Take me home....Ohhh god, take me home!"
"You didn't want to go home, remember?"
"Huhnnnnnooo!"
He gave my long braids another jerk. My mouth was forced open. I felt that hot, barbed flesh pushing over the edge of my bottom lip. I babbled and sobbed but he held my braids firmly in his hand as he guided his cock with the other. My spit wet the underside of the mushroom. The small lobes there swelled suddenly bigger as my saliva dribbled back along the shaft. But I still had my jaw firmly clamped-until Mr. Holden pinched his fingers at the hinge just under my ear! It hurt! I opened my mouth and the next instant felt the steamy crown of his cock speared over the top of my tongue.
"Ghaaaaaa!" I bucked around, but the painful way he had my braids kept me under his control. "Mmmmmnooo!" But the stiff thing was pounding like a bomb against the roof of my mouth. Mr. Holden started breathing funny. He was making sounds like a wolf deep in his throat and pumping his hips in and out. My spit overflowed and dripped in strings from my bottom lip. The sliding sucking noises of his cock fucking my mouth made me feel dizzy, as though I'd awakened in a strange place and still not recognized where I was.
"Suck it with your tongue, Trudy ... along the bottom. There! Jesus....jesus christ!"
I didn't even know what I was doing. But when that big flared cockhead pushed to the back of my mouth, I had to move my tongue frantically to keep from gagging. And when I started moving my tongue, it made a trough and sucked tightly against the tender underside of his prick! He was so big ... soo hot! My stomach bucked as he pushed that swollen tip into my throat. The leather thongs cut at my wrists when I jerked again.
"You look beautiful there on your knees in those flowers," he breathed. He pulled my head back until the tip popped out from my lips. I trembled there looking at the thing. A long string of my spit hung from the purple tip.
"Now that you're a little tamer, I want to try something else."
I looked up at him numbly. "You could go to jail for all this."
"When I'm through with you Trudy, I don't think I'll have to worry about that."
He untied my hands and then made me take off my blouse and skirt. He wouldn't let me up off the ground. I guess he thought I'd try to run away, though I really felt too weak to do much running. I balked when he ordered my panties off too, but his look told me he meant business. I sat in the wildflowers and wiggled out of them. Mr. Holden tossed his shirt aside, and the two of us were stark-naked. I was shaking all over even though the sun was warm.
He made a funny growling sound and caught my wrists again. I'd never imagined that my very own teacher had this side to his personality. Something I'd done had set him off. Something had pushed him over the line between sanity and madness. For all I knew he'd kill me before he was through.
He crossed my wrists behind my neck this time. The leather was long enough to make plenty of turns and he made the last two around my neck. So my hands were tied together behind my head and bound to my neck tool It felt so odd! And when I tested his knots, the tightness of the thongs around my neck made me quiver with an unfamiliar excitement. Why would that excite me? I was tied and helpless and completely vulnerable to this crazy teacher! Why did the feverish tingles keep swamping my body?
"Nooo ... ohhh god, don't do that!"
Mr. Holden pushed me down on my back. I kicked at him hard as he fought his way between my legs. Of course I couldn't win with my hands tied and that leather choking me whenever I tried to get them loose.
"I'm going to fuck you, Trudy," he said, voice low. "I've wanted to fuck you as long as I've taught at Collinsville High. I've watched your trim little ass in the halls. I've watched you give the boys the eye. I think it's time you got some of the real thing!"
"I'm a virgin! Ohhh jesus in heaven! I'm a virgin! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Ohhh don't fuck me! Please Mr. Holden! I'll be good."
"You damned right you're going to be good. Real good." He shoved my knees wide and lowered himself between them. I saw his heavy cock bobbing, the tip darker than ever. Now that I knew he meant to shove that thing into the hollow where my cherry was, I was frantic! It just didn't look as if it could possibly fit. I saw myself split down the middle and lying there in the woods after Mr. Holden had left me. Did girls die of fucking?
I'd never seen my teacher without his clothes. I guess I was surprised at the nice curve of his muscles and the lack of fat around his middle. Even through my fear I couldn't help but notice that he was in good shape for somebody that sat at a desk a lot.
"God ... your body feels good," he moaned, letting his weight flatten my small breasts. I didn't want to feel it, didn't want to even start to admit it was something which might excite me. But the tickle of his chest hair across my sensitive nipples made me suck a breath in sharply. He rubbed the bruisedlooking tip of his prick up against my slippery mound. The plump outer lips parted with a snick and I felt the spongy-smooth mushroom glide down the depth of my slit until the tiny opening where he peed rubbed my clit.
"Nnnnnhhhoooo!" I writhed my hips in the damp grass.
"Trudy...." he breathed, kissing my neck. The way it was happening blew my mind. This man whom I'd been taught to respect from a distance was acting like a teenager, kissing at me, feeling me up! I couldn't make the connection in my mind. I thought I was flipping out! His lips sucked hungrily at mine. I tried to resist him, tried to keep thinking of him as an older man, a married man, my teacher for Christ's sake. But the gentle friction of his tongue made me sigh finally. I let my jaw fall open.
I tried to close my legs but his body was keeping them wide, his hips moving slowly in a fucking way. I felt the hot tip of his cock again. He was pushing it with his hand, pushing it up and down my dripping divide. I could hear the slurp of that barbed tip in my flood of juices. I knew it was being thoroughly soaked with the butter than kept rushing from my pussy! And when it was slick enough, Mr. Holden would try and put it into me!
"Ohhhh ... letmego!"
He kissed me hard, peeling my lips back from my teeth. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. I writhed and snaked my legs but it only made the funny tickle at my cunt more intense. I remembered that Mr. Holden's first name was Nat. Nat Holden. Only the other teachers called him that. But maybe that familiarity would help me somehow. I had to try everything? "Nat ... ohhhh Nat, please...."
The sound of his name on my lips only excited him more, it seemed. He thrust the shaft down against my taut circle of muscles-the ones that guarded my hole. I could feel the stretching of my dainty tissues as he lunged forward with his hips. His cock dripped with my juice. I fought to get my hands free from behind my neck but the tension sent Shockwaves of hot pleasure down through my heaving belly.
"Ohh ... ohhhhh....Ohhhhhh god!" My ass pranced in the long grass and wild flowers. I was trying to make the angle wrong for him, hoping to gain another minute to think.
"You beautiful little piece!" He gasped. "It'll be worth it whatever in hell happens to me after this." His voice sounded so strange. Not like my teacher's voice.
"Nat ... don't. You'll be sorry!" And then I felt the pain. It was not something as keen that I couldn't stand it. In fact it was just a sting really, that felt as if some special, tender part of me was being split with a razor blade. For an instant the shock made me stop moving. I lay there on my back in the wildflowers, holding my breath. I could hear Nat Holden breathing hard as he pushed ... pushed ... pushed with his hips.
Through my feverish confusion I realized dimly that he wasn't just raping me! I mean, he wasn't taking it all at once and trying to hurt me or anything. That caused a flood of excitement to wash over my body. I was intensely aware of his weight on me and the way the leather was so tight around my wrists.
"Your tits ... lovely ... tits...." His mouth covered one. Nothing like that had ever happened to me either. And it was so funny how I felt stretched when I knew that only a little bit of his cockhead was beginning to stretch my cherry.
But then Nat Holden tongued one of my nipples savagely and needles of thrilling electricity made me convulse. My legs jerked high, knees rubbing his sides. And that was when he brought his hips forward fast!
"Ooooooooouch!" I screamed. This time I felt the pain! It was sharp and hot and hard. And the circle of muscles around my hole had been forced wide around that smooth, domed tip that had been lubricated by my body's flood of juices. I was almost afraid to move, afraid I might tear myself. "You ... feel ... so ... thick....Ohhhhh nooooo!"
"Because you're so tight ... so young!" Nat sucked my nipple between his teeth and nipped at it gingerly as he hunched his hips forward again. His hands were fanned against the small of my back. The touch of his strong fingers digging into the flesh of my body made me squirm. I became aware of my own slender form more than ever before. I was so small, so delicate. And Nat Holden was so big!
I knew that my resolve to keep from getting excited was slipping away. I couldn't ignore the way our bodies rubbed. And I guess I had somehow shoved my shock at being fucked into a tidy corner of my mind somewhere. I really hadn't faced the fact that my cherry was just a ragged flap of skin now!
"You're hot inside-hot and tight!" He fucked inward again and I bit my bottom lip as the pain of my muscles being stretched spiked through my senses. I couldn't even feel the tear in my cherry. It was a vague sting, that was all. Big deal! So that was all there was to virginity. And I was being fucked. I couldn't get away from that any longer.
"Ohhh ... this isn't happening....Ohhh let me up!"
"I'm fucking you, Trudy! You were born to fuck! You love it and you know it!"
"Nooooo!" I bucked hard but the movement only let his barb slip another inch into me. I could feel my velvety, slickened tube curving around that huge spear that throbbed with Nat Holden's heartbeat. It was all so weird! I didn't know the first thing about a man's body ... how his cock looked or worked. And now I had one inside me! "I'm gonna faint...."
Nat gave my tit another lick and then kissed his way up under my chin. I pretended to lose consciousness, going limp in his embrace. He breathed into my mouth, let his teeth cut against my pouty bottom lip. I fought off the feverish impulse to kiss him back. What was wrong with me? This man was raping me and I couldn't seem to find the will to resist.
But somehow I stayed limp. His tongue lashed along the inside of my mouth, edged my lips in a tickly, thrilling way. Then he probed gently up against my molars. At the same time his fingers had slipped down over my firm bottom. He kneaded each cheek of my ass as if it was some special treasure. My pussy juice was dribbling down and I knew he could feel it in my crack. Then he touched the raw, stretched place where his cock had entered my body. I jerked at the thrill as he traced the ravished petals that had been bent out of the way. His finger felt around in the mushy heat until I felt my clit pinched gently and pulled out from behind its hood.
"Uhhhhhhh ...!" I couldn't keep quiet any longer. My head flopped back and forth again and Nat caught my mouth with his and made me suck his tongue. I felt as if I was hypnotized. I ran my lips around that rough-smooth thing he kept shoving into my throat. I thought of how it had felt when his cock had been there. Nat looked into my face.
"Ohhh christ, I've wanted this ... and it's better than I even dreamed it would be!" He had a soft look in his eyes but his mouth was set firmly. He had me under him. The male on the female ... grinding me into the grass. His cock slipped deeper and he brought it back a little and pushed hard again. My belly seemed to open up inside! I felt all the tiny organs and things being pushed out of the way! I worked my bottom frantically as if trying to get loose from a gaff.
Nat Holden held my ass firmly and began to fuck with a steady, forceful rhythm. I gasped as I realized that his cock was bigger than it had looked! Inside me it felt like some strange animal burrowing into the heat and slick! I wriggled and twisted my body to one side but the rawhide held at my wrists and when it started choking me, I had to fall back.
"Baby ... baby...." Nat sucked my ear into his mouth and I felt his tongue tip dive into the dainty whorls. He licked noisily and the heat of his breath set off flashes of pure pleasure that made my skin alive.
I wasn't aware of my own movements at first. I only heard the soft suck of our bodies as his shaft entered me and then pulled back. When he brought his hips back to fuck deep again it felt like he was dragging my guts along with him. But the tickly sensation was excruciating! That was when I began to rock my pelvis forward and back. My back arched as I moved one way and then humped when I worked the other. I caught myself doing it and stopped. Shameful to be doing that! I was being taken against my will. But the longer I held perfectly still, the worse my body seemed to want some kind of friction. And that sliding, rigid prick that shoved deeper by the second felt so good!
"Nooo ... ohhhh ... what's happening to me!" I couldn't resist any longer. I grunted hungrily and pumped my hips around in wild circles. The movements stretched my pussy against the sides of Nat Holden's cock, letting him slide deeper into my seepy heat.
"God ... Trudy baby ...!" He pumped faster. The noise of his shaft being sucked at by the slickened bloom of my pussy was like nothing I'd heard before! The sound of fucking! And it was I who was being fucked!
"Ghhhaaa ... nooooo!" I writhed and bucked and threw my legs high above Nat Holden's back. I knew my mind had split in two. I wanted him to stop fucking me-but if he did, I thought I might go crazy. Because my flesh had become a tingling mass of exquisite sensations. Everywhere Nat's hands dug at me set off new jolts of pleasure. Even the mashed flowers under my back felt good. And my clit!
"Ohhh ... you're rubbing me so hard! Ohhh god, it itches like crazy!" I made a growling sound in my throat and plunged my teeth into his shoulder. My wrists stung where the rawhide held me. But even that felt good!
"I'm gonna make you come, Trudy!" Nat almost picked me up off the ground. His fingers spread under my dancing, jerking ass and he lifted me and held me there suspended while he thrust his long, hot cock deeper and deeper and deeper.
I'd never moved my body so fast in my life! I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs and the clouds high above my head went out of focus. The tickle at my cunt had become a feverish storm. I rocked my ass back and forth, making the barbed head of Nat's cock gouge against the inner walls of my pussy. He felt that friction keenly because when I moved like that he drooled on my neck and babbled half-words. "I'm going crazy...! Ohh...! Ohhh! ... Uhhnnn!"
Pulsing waves of ecstasy made my shoulders shake violently. My arms were tense, pulling against the thongs. I felt so vulnerable ... so helpless ... so fucked!
It was even more intense than when that guy named Blake had put his mouth against me and sucked till I went out of my mind. Nat's cock inside my body made me feel so filled. I thrust and twisted against that fucking spear of hot flesh. He caught my flopping head and stabbed his tongue between my teeth. I came with a shuddering cry! He pushed his cock up against some tiny knot deep inside me! And then he ground his body down against my flattened clit, rolling his hips, taking me completely. Something hot spilled into the depths of my body. I could feel the powerful spurts. Nat was coming in me. There was a dim fear at the edges of my consciousness but the convulsing ecstasy of my cunt around that hard prick swamped everything else. I quivered and whimpered and dug my heels into the meat of Nat Holden's ass.
"I oughta tell everybody in town," I pouted. My finger trembled as I tied the strap of my sandal. There was still dark marks around my wrists where the rawhide had cut into the flesh.
"But you won't." Nat Holden was leaning against his car smoking a cigarette. "You know you won't." I thought of the look on my father's face if I dared tell him what had happened to me out in the woods with my teacher. I could see my mother breaking down. She drank a lot already. Something like this would probably put her in a sanatorium.
"Give me something to wipe off with, damnit!" I was dressed all except for my panties. I hadn't put them on because Nat's cream was still leaking from my hole. He handed me a clean handkerchief and I dabbed it lightly against the puffy lips of my mound. It came away with strings of cum. My sparse brown kinks were dotted with tiny pearls of it. I dabbed again and heard the sticky noise as more glops of jizz oozed out.
"So what happens if I'm knocked up?" I was on the verge of tears.
"No chance of that." Nat tossed his cigarette down and ground it out with his heel. "My wife isn't able to give birth safely so I had myself sterilized."
I knew vaguely what he was talking about. Joan had mentioned something about men who had some thing cut inside them so the sperm wouldn't enter the woman's body when they came.
I didn't look him in the face. He was watching me all right. I got into my panties and squirmed them up my thighs. The silken crotchband felt funny when it pressed against my raw, torn little cunt. I bit my bottom lip hard to keep from sobbing.
"You fucked me! I was a virgin and you fucked me!" I choked and shook my head hard. A braid flopped over the front of my shoulder and I stuffed the end in my mouth and sucked on it. "I was saving myself for my husband and...."
"Don't give me that crap, Trudy!" Nat Holden came over to me. "You would've been lucky to make it to your sixteenth birthday." His fingers held my thin shoulders and he made me look up at him. "But I don't want to lecture you ... not now. Look, I'm trying to tell you that I care for you. I'm crazy about you." His eyes went warm and he tried to pull me towards his chest. I twisted out of his grasp and went and got in the car. Nat came around and slid behind the wheel. He lit another cigarette and smoked it, glancing over at me from time to time.
"You're so damned beautiful," he said under his breath. Then he started the car and headed back down the road towards the highway to town.
THREE
Though there was only a month of school left before summer vacation, I really started slipping. I was worried sick about having to go to that damned doctor. I tried to beg out of it at first, but I saw that my mother wasn't having that. I was starting to get tits and I'd been having a period for two years. She'd made up her mind. And she wouldn't hear of my going to any other doctor besides that old fogey, Dr. Whittiker. When he looked at my fifteen-year-old cunt and saw what had happened to it, I just knew he'd go to my mother with all kinds of "suggestions." In his mind there were two kinds of unmarried females in the world: virgins and whores.
In class I couldn't concentrate on anything. Mr. Holden bent over backwards giving me breaks on my grades though I was messing up badly. But I could hardly stand to look at him after what had happened in the woods that day. He seemed like such a hypocrite. Sometimes I felt like getting up in front of everybody and screaming the truth, of how this so-called model citizen had taken me to a lonely road and raped me.
And when school was over in the afternoon, it wasn't any better. I looked over my shoulder all the way home, waiting to find that blond guy named Blake after me again. I turned down any boy who asked me for a date. I couldn't even get along with my best friend Joan and she started steering clear. I couldn't sleep either. And then one afternoon in Mrs. Withers' class I freaked.
Mrs. Withers had been going after me pretty hard, trying to pry an answer out of me that just wasn't there. She accused me of goofing off and started to dress me down in front of the whole class. It was really weird. At first a calm came over me. I thought of that itchy, fantastic pleasure that came when Nat Holden had fucked me. During the past week I hadn't been able to cope with that memory and I still couldn't. But I thought of what a prude Mrs. Withers was and how she was always playing up to him. The next thing I knew I was stomping the floor. Telling her to go to hell. Telling her what a dried-up prune she was.
Mr. Williamson, the high school counselor came and took me away. And that was weird! I was struggling, kicking over chairs and throwing books. Mr. Williamson had to get me by the arms and twist them behind my back as he dragged me from the room. As soon as we were in the hall, a sudden flutter of excitement shot through me. I didn't have any idea where it'd come from-until I tried to twist away from the counselor's strong hands.
"Ohhhh....Ohhh god ...!" The sensation of being held like that, of being made helpless had brought a sudden rush of juice to my pussy. As Mr. Williamson shoved me down the hall towards his office, I felt the crotch of my panties go slick. The friction of my thighs sliding back and forth, rubbing my outer lips together, was intense. My head flopped over against his shoulder. He looked at me in a strange way. How could I explain something to him that I didn't begin to understand myself?
"I'm surprised at you, Trudy," he said, embarrassed by the touch of my cheek on his chest. "You've got a fine academic record here. What's gotten into you?" His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my arm. I bumped my hip against him and felt a dizzying rush of pleasure. I realized that it was the force he was using, the strength that was exciting me.
"Nhhuuuuu ... I" It was like I'd been holding everything back. Locking it from my mind. But now a man had me in his grasp again. When we were inside Mr. Williamson's office, I slumped against him but he pushed me down in a chair and stood over me, arms crossed on his chest. I squirmed my ass against the hard wood chair. The inner lips of my cunt parted slightly to let another flood of butter drench my panties. "I ... I...."
"Have you been having trouble at home? Is there some personal problem that you might be able to tell me about?"
The bastards all started out the same way. Wanting to help. But all they did was fuck everything up! I was confused, angry, short of breath. I got up suddenly and the chair went over with a bang.
I hardly remembered running out of the school entrance. Nobody followed me or hollered for me to stop. I ran the three blocks home. My folks both worked so the house was empty. I flopped down across the sofa and started bawling.
The knocking was at the back door. I wiped my eyes with my wrist and went to see who is was. "You!" I tried to get the night latch to work but Blake shoved a shoulder against the door and I staggered back.
"I came over the alley fence," he laughed, an expectant shine in his eyes.
"You'll have to leave," I sniffed.
"Been crying over me?" He took my hand but I jerked loose. I turned and walked as calmly as possible to the other room. "I came back to finish what we didn't do last time." Blake sounded sure of himself, and there was a slight slur to his words as if he'd had a couple of drinks. When he pulled me against him for a kiss, I tried to bring a knee up between his thighs. I hated men! All of them! I hated everybody in the world! Why wouldn't they leave me alone?
"Ah, you're fiesty today, are you?" Blake twisted me around and pushed one of my arms almost up to my shoulder blade. It hurt. It was forced down on my knees on the rug, my body across the sofa cushions. He made hungry noises in his throat as he pushed my dress up and tore at my panties. "You're soaking wet," he laughed, "just thinking about me coming to see you, right?"
"Nooooo!"
"Sure you were. Don't tell me you didn't like what I did last time. I never saw a girl yet who didn't like her pussy eaten out."
"Please don't....Ohhh god if you touch me I'll puke!" I started writhing to escape but he'd jerked my panties halfway down my thighs and he brought his hand down hard on my tender white ass cheeks. I bucked stiff with a sharp pain. He smacked me again and I whimpered for mercy. But he was a little drunk and enjoying my misery. He started spanking me with a steady rhythm. My cheeks glowed red as I twitched and squealed, but he just twisted my arm higher against my back and kept spanking.
"I keep forgetting how fine you are," Blake breathed. He stopped the spanking and pushed a finger between the plump halves of my ass. The touch against my sensitive little rectum made my back arch as I brought my breasts up off the sofa. Blake moved the finger in circles around the taut, dry hole and I choked on my words. The effect on me was sharp and sudden. My nipples extended like short, pink fingers and my head flopped forward.
Then he was tearing my blouse off my shoulders. He grabbed my arm again before I could get it free. He got the other one too and pushed them both high up my back. I winced from the pain as Blake undid my skirt and jerked it away with his free hand. "Oh man, have I been waiting for this!"
"Don't make a baby inside me! Oh god, don't do that!"
"Hey, cool off. I got a rubber with me." He tossed a tiny foil packet on the sofa in front of my face. "I'll even let you open it. When he released my hands I thought of trying to get away again. Or hurt him. But there was no way out of my jam. One of his legs was draped across my calves. His hands were petting the gentle swell of my hips as I fumbled the little package around in my fingers. "Come on," he barked, "what are you waiting for?"
I tore the foil arid slipped the almost transparent rubber out. It was coated with something oily. Blake grabbed my braids and made me twist around. He yanked his jeans down and off. I remembered his cock. It bobbed close to my body as he knelt on the floor by the sofa. "Put it on. Go ahead."
"I don't know how." His eyes went mean. I decided I'd better try. I pushed the doughnut-like circle over the flared head of his cock and started rolling it down. It followed the contour of his prick exactly. The small lobes at the underside of the tip, the flared ridge that jutted out from the shaft. Even the veins stood out darkly as I covered them with the delicate membrane. And I could feel the heat of him through the rubber too. When I was finished, my fingers brushed his balls and I shivered all over.
He got my arms twisted high up my back again and tied them with something, I couldn't figure out what. It felt like a short piece of clothesline rope. I was whimpering and sobbing against the cushions of the sofa. I felt so naked. Right there in my own living room! And this crazy sonofabitch didn't seem to be afraid of anything.
His hand pushed down the cheeks of my ass and into the tangle of my brown pubic curls. He fingered my slit open as I shivered from the sensation of being touched so suddenly. Then he stopped. His finger had rubbed over where my cherry had been. He speared a finger slowly up into my body. I gasped and squirmed as my inner muscles clasped around his knuckles and swathed him with my slippery juices.
"When did this happen?" He grunted, moved his finger around the ragged edge of my hymen. "Last time I ate this pretty thing out, it was sealed up tighter than a mason jar."
"Ohh-leave me alone! You're awful! I hate you!"
Blake pulled the finger out of my body. I tried not to show the effect he was having on me. I was scared, mad, all mixed up with worry and hate. But the rub of his finger between my slippery lips had made me shudder.
"You got freckles on your ass, did you know that?" Blake bent his head down and kissed my plump cheeks just below the line my bikini made when I was sunbathing. Then he pushed his bare chest against my back. I could feel his hard belly with my fingers even though I was tied. His hips bumped my bottom and I felt him lifting his cockshaft, pressing it up against my damp, hot mound. The outer lips divided softly in front of that flesh barb. It was hot as it eased into my seeping crevice. I could tell that my juices were making that bluish head glossy and slick. It was kind of scary how a girl's body could run away with her like that-all that buttery juice was only making it easier for Blake to shove his cock into me.
"Quit the whining," he said, "you know you've been aching for me to come and give you a good fucking."
"That's not true! I hate you!"
"You already said that." Blake missed my back just above the place where my wrists were bound together. Then he wetted each shoulder blade and started working with his tongue at the nape of my neck. At first I recoiled from the touch of his hot, wet mouth. But he kept on with it ... kept on.
"Mmmmnnnooo....Ohhh what are you going to do to me?"
For an answer, Blake shoved his flared cockhead upwards through the dripping crevice of my pussy. He fitted the smooth tip against that broken opening to the depths of my body. Then he growled low in his throat and drove his hips forward sharply. The taut circle of muscles smoothed out tightly around the mushroom-shape. Since this was the second time I'd gotten screwed, I was more aware of what was happening, less aware of pain. I could feel my velvety opening being forced bigger and bigger and then the muscles slipped back tightly just under that swollen edge of his tip. A quiver ran over me and I couldn't keep from rocking my hips slowly from side to side to feel that thick thing that had speared me enough to start a glow spreading upwards.
"Tight ... that's tight." Blake's open mouth sucked at my neck. I whimpered and tugged my arms, but he'd really wound them up good. I was completely helpless to his caresses and when he lunged forward again with his hips, I arched my back as his cock drove deeper into my fevered cunt. "Ohh ... ouch...!"
"Shut up! You like it-or you're gonna learn to!"
"Nhuuu ... uhhmmmm!"
"You're the youngest chick I ever fucked in my whole life," Blake said. His voice was breathy and deep. I could tell that the way my pussy was sucking tightly around his shaft must feel good to him. That was why men liked to fuck, wasn't it? Because the insides of a girl were so soft and slippery and steamy hot. Blake reached down and forced my knees further apart on the rug. He was working his hips in a steady pumping rhythm now, pushing me forward against the edge of the sofa. I could hear the slurpy sound of my cunt when he eased his shaft back out of my hole. He was trembling. And when he put a hand down to touch my swollen petals where they brushed his prick, my nipples burned with excitement. I couldn't even tell he had a rubber on at all. The thing seemed dangerously thin! Now I started worrying that the throbbing head of his prick might break through it and then he'd spill that thick, hot cream inside my body.
"Ohhh, let me go, let me go!"
Blake forced my head to the side and his teeth closed around my ear. It was completely inside his mouth and I didn't try to jerk away for fear of him biting me. His spit was so hot and his breath tickled in a way that made my nipples burn all the more intensely, pushing out into the rough nap of the sofa cushion. Blake slipped his hands up under my belly and petted his way to my chest. He cupped both my small tits and started to roll them in his fingers. I couldn't help but arch my back sharply. My shoulders and breasts came up from the sofa. Blake kept kissing the back of my neck. His fingertips kneaded my nipples until they were almost rigid with blood. I could hardly get enough breath to speak.
"I always heard that a nymphette's tits were like live wires ... I guess it's true...."
"...hurts ... Ohhhh ... they're sore...."
"But it feels good to have them rubbed, doesn't it?"
"Noooo ... I ... I...." My head flopped weakly forward. Blake held me up with both hands. He worked my tender swells hungrily, letting the hard little nipples poke out from between his fingers. And as he did this, he gave another powerful lunge with his hips. That turgid cockhead flared huge deep in side my body. I felt it stretching me again, making room for the shaft behind. A jolt of pleasure washed through my pussy. My clit throbbed in its squishy nest. In this position, no part of Blake's body was touching it. I could feel the skin around the hood drawn tight though when he fucked inwards, my small inner petals pulled in.
"God, you're so slender ... and your pussy is hot as fire too-"
"Hunn ... woo ... ohh." I couldn't even think now.
"Hey Trudy, you know I really do like you." Blake worked my tits like crazy and I found myself lifting my chest even higher. The plump flesh of my ass quivered as he jabbed me forcefully with his cock.
I didn't want to come. But my body did-that split again tearing me in two directions. And the tantalizing rub of Blake's cock only made me weaken as each minute slipped by. When he got the tip of his cock way up inside me and then gave little short jabs with it, it touched something else ... my womb maybe. But the Shockwaves of pleasure spread out through my belly. And again, just as if he knew exactly what excited me, Blake spread his fingers down my body and under my ribcage. He smoothed my flat, tan belly, fucking me hard and fast. I couldn't keep my hips still. I rocked them wildly from side to side. I knew that he was secretly laughing at me, but that sliding, jabbing cock felt so fantastic. My ass cheeks pinched together as I tightened the clasping muscles deep inside my pussy. The velvety surfaces of my tube closed down around the swollen barb and Blake made an odd sound in his throat and flopped his face down against my back.
It was the first time I'd ever suspected that a girl might have such a power over a man. And Blake shivered again when I tightened my insides again. "How'd ... you do that ... jesus!" He held my hips with both hands so he could spear me again. His cock went in with a slurp and he pushed it up against my womb. It was my turn to feel his power and I writhed and flopped on the sofa cushions as he raked me, his balls swinging forward against my parted cunt. My clit shot up rigid, dripping my juicy slickness onto the sofa. Just that rhythmic bump of Blake's balls started me off. I felt that electric tickle I'd felt in the woods with Nat Holden. It came in steady tingling spasms and my ass went wild.
"Ohh ... ohh god ... Ohhh it feels so funny ... so weird!" I tucked my ass under and plunged it furiously. I knew that I was bending Blake's cock a little, gouging the hot, hard thing against the walls of my pussy. He clutched me suddenly and started fucking as fast as he could.
"Trudy ... baby ... god damn...!"
"Uhhnnnnnn." I felt Blake pulling me back. He had me around the middle and was sinking backwards, backwards until he was sitting on the rug and I was sitting on his crotch, that hard, throbbing cock deep inside my pussy! "Help ... it's too far inside ... ggghuuuuuu!"
But Blake hooked his fingers around my hips at the front and kept me skewered atop him. With my arms bound so tightly, I could only squirm around as his cockhead stretched deeper than I'd ever been stretched. Blake was coming. I could tell by the gurgling sounds he was making and the way his grasp on my body went weak all of a sudden. I fell back against his chest, my bound arms between our bodies. His cock thumped hard as he filled his rubber with hot seed. I twitched and bucked as the thrilling storm swept up my body. I was going to come ... going to come....Nothing else seemed important now. That one overwhelming desire ruled my thoughts.
Then Blake shoved me off him and stood up. He'd heard a noise on the front porch. I knew immediately that it was the mailman, dropping some letters in the slot. He came every day at this time. But I couldn't pull myself together enough to say anything. I just lay on the rug on my side twitching and jerking as my body hung suspended. I was just out of reach of that ravishing ecstasy-my come. Oh why hadn't he fucked me just a little longer? The sonofabitch.
I felt a knife blade slip under the ropes that bound my arms behind me. Blake jerked upwards and my bonds parted. He was scooping up his clothes, staggering out through the kitchen. I glimpsed the rubber still on his cock, shiny with my slick juices, the end of it bagged heavily with something creamy white.
"Blake!" I croaked, pawing my way up onto my hands and knees. My skin stung where the ropes had been. I heard the back door crash open. My mind was a swimming, blur of light and color. I panted as I crawled up the stairs.
"Got to ... do something ... got to make the itch stop....Ohhhhhh!" I bumped the bathroom door open with my head and pulled myself up over the edge of the bathtub. The shampoo hose was still attached from my last bath, thank god. I turned the water on frantically and adjusted it so that it was somewhere between warm and hot. Then I stretched my knees wide and directed the hard stream against my aching pussy. The forceful wash of hot water against the tender blooms made me whimper with relief!
"Hunnn ... huhnnn ... yesss . ... Ohhhh I'm gonna come now ... Ohhh god, it feels so good!" With my free hand, I clawed open the tissues around my hole and pushed two fingers as deep as I could reach. In and out, in and out. The jet of water splashed hotly over my raw little pussy. My clit pushed back against the stream, tickled to a thrilling tension. And then I came. I squealed and thrashed my legs around in the cold tub as the waves of lusty pleasure made my skin flush. It was hard to keep from slipping down on my back, but somehow I kept that stream of water against my itchy clit until my whole cunt was pulsing with the sharp thrill of my come.
I turned off the water and got out weakly from the tub. As I dried I stole glances at myself in the full-length mirror. "What's wrong with you, girl?" I blushed at my own reflection. My tits were red where Blake had rubbed them so hard. And my pussy was swollen out from the protective outer lips. The raw meat of it hung down heavily, still pumped full of blood. Every time I started to think of that tall, blond guy I shook my head and forced his image out of my mind. Men were crude, over-sexed beasts. What else could I believe?
I went downstairs to get my clothes. Then I paced the floor, talking to myself, feeling I was really losing my mind this time. What was it about me that made these men do such terrible things to my body? The rub of my panties against my ravished, swollen cunt made me shaky. My eyes lit on my father's liquor cabinet. And though I'd never had a strong alcoholic drink in my life, I found a glass and went over.
"Let's see, how about bourbon!" I was pretending to be gay and grownup. Like a mature woman was supposed to act. I gulped some of the strong booze and almost choked. What the hell did I know about being a woman? I felt more confused, more scared than I ever had in my life. And tomorrow I had to keep that appointment with Dr. Whittiker. So he could look up my pussy and see all the peckertracks. When Joan had kidded about peckertracks one time I'd thought it was pretty funny. Now I felt like bawling. I tipped my glass up and forced the rest of the scalding whiskey down.
The phone started ringing. That would be the school principal wanting to talk to my mother. And my big fuckup during Mrs. Whithers's class. I let it ring itself out.
"Oh shit ... shit ... shit!" I mumbled in the quiet room. Then I grabbed the bottle of bourbon and poured some more in my glass.
FOUR
It was Friday when everything went to hell. My folks were both down on me already because of what had happened at school. My father was going to have to accompany me to the principal's office just to get me back in again. My mother was livid about the whole thing. On the way to the doctor's office she would hardly talk to me, but she was saying plenty when we came out.
"I can hardly believe this is happening to me," she said, wringing her hands. She didn't seem to realize that I was the one it was all happening to. "How could you, Trudy? After all we've done?" I sighed, got in the car and waited for the rest of it. Mother put the key in the ignition but didn't start up. "You must tell me who the boy is. If you don't tell me, your father will make you."
I bit my lip. If only mother knew the truth. That my cherry had been broken by a man. By Nat Holden. Mother had always thought Mr. Holden a charming person and an excellent teacher. Of course ' I could leave him out of it and just say it had been ; the blond guy, Blake. For some reason I didn't want to tell her anything. She grabbed me roughly by the arm. "Who did it to you, you little-" She shuddered and got hold of herself. "Trudy, your father is going to be very upset when he finds out what Dr. Whittiker told me. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. He said that a girl your age is really not fully developed yet. And you're so small...." She put her face in her hands and started to sob.
"Come on, let's go home," I said. "I haven't had lunch."
That evening my mom and dad both worked on me for two hours. But I wouldn't tell them a thing. It was a matter of pride now. They didn't seem to understand that I was only trying to salvage a little something out of the whole sordid mess. They sent me to bed without supper. And there in the quiet of my own room I made the decision to leave.
It took guts. I was fifteen, an easy target for the police if they spotted me. A runaway. And there was nothing much I could do to myself to look older. The freckles, the braids, the long, slightly awkward legs. But I decided to do it anyway.
It was a bright Saturday morning. My father had gone to play golf and get the whole mess out of his mind. I knew where he kept cash and I dug deep. Three hundred dollars. When Mother came back from her morning shopping she left her purse in the kitchen and went to sleep off a headache. I dug deep again. Now I had close to four hundred dollars and my bag was packed. I took a cab to the bus station.
I had my stuff checked and my ticket clutched in my fingers when I decided to make a phone call. I don't know what got into me. I was sorry I'd indulged my emotions the moment I heard his voice in the receiver.
"Mr. Holden? This is Trudy West. You won't be bothered with me anymore." A sob choked my words off. I hung up quickly. How dumb could I get! Who cared about a sob sister routine anymore?
They called my bus and I got on and found a seat close to the back. My eyes were red and I didn't want to attract too much attention. The bus eased out of the station and headed west. I was heading to Denver. I didn't even look out the window until we were out of town. I didn't want to start bawling again.
It was getting dark when I noticed a man across the aisle staring at me. I pretended not to be bothered but finally he put down his book and just looked. Every time I changed my position in my seat he flashed on my legs pretty good. Fat chance he had of pulling anything on a bus! I must have been looking at the lights of farmhouses we were passing when he leaned across my seat.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" He looked younger than I'd first thought.
"I want to be alone," I said, frowning. He sat down anyway, draping my jacket across the back of the seat.
"Where are you going?"
I shrugged. "Denver." J turned to the window again. Maybe if I ignored him he'd go away. "You're pretty young."
"I'm eighteen," I lied.
"More like fifteen or even fourteen." His eyes darted over the front of my blouse. I blushed.
"Fifteen," I murmured, looking at my hands. The stranger glanced up the aisle. There weren't any other passengers close to where we sat. He reached into his coat and pulled out a wallet. The badge he flashed made my heart stop. There was an identification card too with his picture on it but he didn't hold it still long enough for me to read it. He put the wallet back in his jacket and reached up to flick off my reading light. "Hey...."
"Cool it, baby. You're in my custody now."
Something cold and hard touched one of my wrists. The man clicked the handcuff tight.
"Look," I stammered, "don't take me back. Please don't!"
He started making this big deal about it's being his duty and all. He said he was a plainclothesman working for the state patrol. With that handcuff on me, I felt I was in jail already. For a while neither of us said anything. I was looking out the window again, feeling like hell, when his hand touched my bare knee. I shivered and moved as though I didn't want him fooling around. He pushed the hand under the hem of my skirt. I felt the thin silk of my panties being shoved up between my cuntlips. He heard me gasp.
"We could get off the bus in Thronton," he said, "and I could have the sheriff lock you up over night till we could get your folks to come down." His finger moved back and forth against the soppy silk. I was panting and having a hard time hiding it. I wished I had a gun so I could blow this bastard's head off. "We don't have to do that, though." He looked at me. The passing lights of a car made his face look craggy and kind of mean. I felt like crying. I turned my wrist and the handcuff hurt the bone. I tried to see his eyes. They were in shadow.
"What do you m-m-mean?"
"This." His fingers pried my pantycrotch aside. I heard the snicky wet sound as the nylon came away from my feverish membranes. Then his finger glided easily into the dripping heat and petted my clit up from its resting place. My head flopped back on the seat and I closed my eyes. This weirdo was doing something to my hands now. I let him.
"Little thing like you might get in trouble out on her own," he rambled, pulling my free hand behind my back and locking it into the other cuff. My head fell forward and I opened my eyes. I felt so weak! I saw that he'd opened the fly of his pants.
"No. Oh god, nooo!"
"Don't be making a fuss now, little one. You could be in jail by tomorrow, remember." I bit my bottom lip. I couldn't go back to face my folks. Everybody in town would know I'd run away and been dragged back.
"My name's Norm," the stranger whispered. His fingers smoothed my neck, tickled under my chin. "What's yours?"
"Trudy." I figured it didn't matter if he knew. He took his cock out of his underwear. It jutted straight up from his lap and when a car swooshed past outside, I saw that it was very long and slender. The tip was covered by a white collar of skin, but I could see the dark glossy head peeking out. My guts felt scary. I took a shuddery breath.
"You got a pretty mouth," Norm said. His voice was shaky. He curled his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me down, down. The glistening tip swelled suddenly and I saw it pushing its way out of the collar of flesh. It wasn't all the way out, but it brushed my cheek with slickness as the stranger forced me against him.
"Ohhh!"
"Open your mouth, Trudy!"
"No! I won't!"
Norm squeezed the back of my neck hard, shoving in just under my ears where my jaw was hinged. I couldn't help but open my mouth. Then he guided me down again. That slender, flesh-covered shaft slid over the top of my tongue. The foreskin was still covering his tip but as my lips closed around the hot meat, I felt him throbbing, felt the blood rushing in.
"Yeah baby ... yeah ...!" He pulled me around so that I was on my knees on the seat, head bobbing at his crotch, hands cuffed behind my back. While I tried to keep from choking, tried to keep that long shaft from slipping into my throat, Norm petted my ass cheeks.
My spit dribbled down over his balls and he grunted as if he dug the way it felt. Now he was inching my panties down. He made me move so he could get them under my knees and off. I was dimly aware of him shoving them in his coat pocket. Then he was petting my naked ass again, rubbing between the plump halves in a way that made me shudder with the tickly sensations. With that cock pounding and swelling in my mouth, my saliva was running out all over everything. Norm rested his head back and stretched his feet under the seat in front. I moaned through my nose as his fingers became braver.
"Mmmmmnoooo!" I cooed through my nostrils. "You act like you don't enjoy it," Norm whispered.
I'd been trying to excite him as little as possible. His flared tip was still partly covered with that skin and I wasn't about to shove it back to expose the sensitive part. Then I was conscious of Norm fitting a key into one of the cuffs. He held the other one high on my back and guided my free hand down under my belly and back.
"I want you to show me what you do when you're alone and thinking about boys ... come on, show me."
I pulled my mouth free of his cock. "Nooo!" Norm pulled my cuffed hand higher. I arched my back and stretched my head back. He shoved my free hand up under my mound.
"Come on baby, let's see what you do when you want cock but there isn't any around."
He forced my mouth down around his cock again. I felt dizzy as the slinder thing went between my lips. It was so hot and slick and shiny with my very own spit. It tickled the roof of my mouth and my tongue bobbed along the underside as I tried to keep from choking. That hot friction made the tip explode suddenly from its collar of flesh. I felt the ridged barb exposed to my licking now. The most sensitive parti I remembered how it had been when Nat Holden had made me suck him a little. But he hadn't come or anything. This guy wouldn't stop short of creaming in my mouth-I just knew it.
"Fingerfuck yourself," he muttered, jerking my hand up against my pussy. The outer lips were already swollen out a little. I pushed my knuckles deep in the mushy softness and stroked a fingertip along the bottom of my V. My tummy heaved up and down as the slickened friction of my touch brought my clit up.
"Christ, you got a fine body," Norm muttered, his hand petting my ass again. Oh, why didn't he leave that part of me alone? It was bad enough what he was making me do to him and what he was making me do to myself. But when he rubbed the taut, dry pinch of my asshole it felt so strange.
The waves of dizziness kept getting to me. I thought I might wake up out of a terrible dream and find that nothing bad had happened to me at all. Mr. Holden would just be my teacher again and the doctor would find my cherry still unbroken and I'd graduate with honors. But this was real! Then I tried pretending I was somewhere else. I imagined that I was sucking a popsicle and listening to Joan tell me a funny story. But Norm was making sure I kept playing with myself. When I stopped, he pulled my cuffed hand even higher towards my neck. The steel cuff cut into my skin a little.
"Nooommmmm," I moaned through my nose, pushing the flat of my tongue back and forth over the two small lobes at the bottom of his cocktip. The whole head swelled bigger when I did that. I detached myself from everything. I just concentrated on the changes I could bring about by sucking different ways on Norm. Like I was a scientist or something. He made me shove two fingers into my hole and fuck in and out. The slide of my knuckles past the muscles around the entrance to my body made me squirm with excitement.
"Your cunt smells like hundred-dollar-an-ounce perfume." Norm kept petting the sensitive knot between my cheeks. Now when he did it, the tickle joined the excitement I was bringing to my pussy. My clit was standing up straight and aching to be rubbed. I kept trying not to, but when I shoved my fingers up into my pussy, the skin pulled tight around my sex nubbin and my hips plunged around out of control.
"Now you're getting it-yeah baby, that's the way!" Norm shoved his hips up from the seat a little. His cock had lengthened even more. It wasn't as big around as Nat Holden's but it was very long! And that barb that kept raking the insides of my cheeks was hot and smooth. When I licked it roughly, Norm babbled kind of crazy-like and twisted around in his seat. His finger was trembling, shoving at my asshole hard now. I winced and tried to tuck my hips under but that only excited me more. Weakly, I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and Norm grabbed that hand real quick and shoved it up to his face. He sucked all three fingers into his mouth and licked off my musky butter.
I hadn't wanted to get excited. I hadn't wanted this half-crazy stranger sitting down next to me in the first place. But now with my fingers in his mouth, his tongue sucking them, and his other hand playing around between the cheeks of my ass, I was about to lose my mind! My nipples rubbed the inside of my sweater as I bobbed the way Norm wanted me to. He was playing with my cunt and my ass now! Juice dripped down onto the seat where my knees were spread for balance. And that cuff that still held my left hand up against my back-it made me feel vulnerable and soft. It didn't seem quite right that it should, but the tingles rushed over my skin anyway when Norm jerked the cuff a little.
"Nooo ... ohhh god don't come in my mouth!"
Norm pulled my braids and forced me back down over his pounding cock. It felt feverish and taut. Each time I fanned the tip of my tongue along that sensitive underside, he grunted hungrily and worked his hips in a fucking motion.
"Bite me a little ... come on Trudy ... you can do better than that!"
"Mmmmmnnnuuuuu!" I let my teeth cut into the meat of his shaft a little. I was afraid that if I hurt him he'd beat hell out of me. But he squeezed my chin harder up against him. My lips curved tightly around his spit-wet shaft as I bit deeper into the spongy head. "Ahhhhh ... god ... damn...!"
His finger shoved suddenly into my rectum. My ass pranced like a wild horse trying to get free of a cruel master. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced. Fireworks went off all over my body. Spit leaked in strings from the corners of my mouth as I bit and sucked and drove my tongue wildly against Norm's cocktip. He wiggled the finger deeper into my guts. That muscled knot between my cheeks clinched down around his knuckles hard! He felt the convulsing excitement of my body and forced the finger deeper.
"Nhhuuuuu!" I sang through my nose, bucking and throwing my bottom around in circles to free myself from that gouging finger. And then his thumb was forcing my pussyhole wide, slipping inside. He had me clasped now, a finger in one hole, thumb in the other. He jerked my ass around and rubbed the sensitive linings with a roughness that couldn't help but make me breathless. I had no idea why or what was going on. He had finished sucking my fingers so he made me grab his balls. I felt dizzy again as I cupped the heavy things in my palm and rolled them around in their slick sack.
"Yesssss!" Norm grunted. "Jesus yes!" A tiny fountain of something hot rose from the slit at the tip of his cock. For an instant I almost lost consciousness. I'd had this thing built up in my mind for so long-girls just didn't suck a man's cock until the come jetted out. And even after I'd guessed that it really did happen sometimes, it wouldn't ever happen to me. But now it Was! The stuff was slick and creamy with a slightly sour taste. Or was it salty? I had stopped licking but now Norm tightened his pull on the handcuff. My arm ached at every joint. I made my tongue quickly into a trough and pushed it back and forth under his exploding cocktip.
"Oh fuck!" he sighed, jerking and twitching all over. Another jet of his seed rose into my mouth and clung in strings to my teeth. I swallowed hard. The stuff was kind of hard to get down but I managed, just as the next glop jetted forcefully against the roof of my mouth. It was coming fast now, faster than I could swallow. And the faster I swallowed, the more my tongue swathed the bottom of Norm's cock with its slick friction. He bucked and twisted in the bus seat, shoving my head down so hard that the flared barb w-edged into my throat. I gagged and knew that my tonsils were closing down around that sensitive knob, drenching it in hot saliva.
"Baby ... good!" Norm's finger was jammed up into my ass as far as he could get it. I writhed and pumped my hips as my own fever rose steadily. My nipples were tumid little fingers now, raking the inside of my top. I could hear the wet suck of Norm's thumb in my pussy as he gouged pleasure from the swollen nerve endings. My hole was milking his thumb like a little cock. Both my delicate holes were spasming around the things that had invaded them!
I couldn't seem to get all of Norm's salty cream down. And then I came! A wave of pure pleasure made my shoulder shiver violently. I stopped swallowing, paralyzed by the intense thrill. My eyelids fluttered and a hot string of cum oozed out of one of my nostrils and down my upper lip.
"Come...." I babbled, talking around the head of Norm's cock, licking it at the bulging knob like an all-day sucker. He tried to force me back down on it, but he was having trouble coordinating his movements too. Finally he just flopped his head back on the seat and let me do what I would do.
I held his shaft at the base and lapped my tongue in long licking touches up the entire length. Another jet of cum foamed hotly from the tip and I watched it dribble down the sides and over my fingers before I pointed my tongue and tickled it just under the mushroom tip. The next explosion from deep within his body shot a line of cream high into the air. Some of it tangled at the end of my braid, some dripped down Norm's shirttail.
"Trudy ... ohh shit!" His eyes were closed and he kept licking his lips. I could see his face now and saw that he wasn't bad looking. Then I tasted the come on my teeth and remembered where I was ... what was happening.
"Ohhh ... you ... I hate you!" It wasn't really true. I was surprised that I wasn't very angry at all. I was numb I guess. My excitement had taken the edge off my disgust at being forced by a stranger to suck his cock. I only wished the little tickle had been more intense, had lasted longer. I rolled my hips and felt Norm easing his fingers out of my holes. My bottom tingled strangely. Nobody had ever poked around in my guts before ... except maybe when I was a little girl and got an occasional enema. This hadn't been like any enema I could remember though!
Norm locked my other hand back in the cuffs but in front this time. He draped his jacket across my lap to hide them. The bus droned on through the night. I ran my tongue over my teeth, still tasting the odd flavor of a man's jizm. I felt really spaced out. I didn't know what this guy meant to do with me. I was too tired to care. I guessed he was going to keep my panties because they were still in his pocket. I closed my eyes and let the bumping of the bus over the lines in the highway lull me.
I was dimly aware of him drinking from a pint in the night. Then I slept and awoke to his snoring. My hands were still in the cuffs but I could move them together. Norm was sleeping turned on his side. It took me almost half an hour to work my fingers into his pants pocket. I didn't find what I was looking for, the keys to the handcuffs. But I found a thick roll of bills and managed to get them out without him waking. In the light from a passing car I saw that it was a lot of money. I couldn't keep it all or he'd know the moment he woke up. But I peeled off as many twenties as I thought I could get away with and gingerly worked the roll back into his pocket.
I woke up to find Norm gone. I jerked my hands up. The cuffs were gone too. My mouth tasted pretty funky and the bastard had kept my panties. But with the cash I'd slipped off his bankroll I could buy myself plenty of new ones! He'd gotten off somewhere in the night. I wondered if he was really a cop at all. He'd probably thought better of his adventure and split, before I got the nerve to tell the bus driver he'd been fooling around with me.
At some podunk town the bus stopped for breakfast and I got cleaned up in the restroom and had something to eat. I was about to get back on when I noticed a car come bombing into the parking lot in front of the restaurant which was also the bus stop. It was Nat Holden's car! I was sure of it. I hurried up the steps and found my seat at the back. Through the window I saw Nat search frantically through the greasy spoon. He was looking for me all right! My heart pounded.
There was another bus parked in front of the one I was on. Nat ran to that one and started talking to the driver. I squirmed nervously in the seat, praying that our driver would hurry. He came out finally and climbed aboard. He had the engine started and the door closed as Nat finished talking to the other driver.
Our bus pulled out onto the highway. Nat was running after it, waving, but the driver was looking at the traffic and didn't see him. I sank down in my seat and watched the distance grow between Nat and the bus. Finally he quit running and hurried back to his car.
He followed from a distance for a while and then I lost sight of him. Maybe he'd decided he was on a wild goose chase. Maybe he thought I was on some other bus. But when I got my overnight case and stepped off that evening, I wasn't twenty feet away when strong fingers circled my arm.
"Hello, Trudy," Nat smiled.
"Ohhh nol You're not going to take me back to that damned town and those damned people...."
"I'm not going back either," he said. There was a crazy look in his eyes. His hair was messed up and hanging over his ears. He looked younger somehow, maybe because he was wearing a faded pair of jeans and sneakers. His T-shirt had a tear in it.
"Let go of my arm."
"Come with me, Trudy. Don't make a scene here, or have you forgotten you are a runaway?"
"I...."
"Do what I say!" he ordered. His voice was sharp. I looked down at my sandaled feet. He led me out to his car and made me get in his side so I couldn't make a break for it. He drove with one hand firmly around my wrist.
"Why did you come after me?"
"Don't talk," he hissed. I lowered me eyes and wondered where in hell we were going. I didn't have long to wait. Nat pulled into a sleazy motel on the outskirts of the town where the bus had stopped. We were somewhere in Colorado but it was flat and barren. He tied my wrists together and bound them to the steering column before he went into the office. I worked frantically at the knots with my teeth, but he came back before I could get them loose.
"You'll be punished for that," he said flatly.
The room was the last one in back. There weren't any other lodgers near us. Nat took me inside and made me lie down on the big double bed. Then he bound my ankles to the foot of the bed and my wrists stretched out, a thong wrapped tightly around each one. He stood there looking down at me.
"I used to get out your school health records," he breathed, "just so I could read your statistics." He pulled off his T-shirt. "I memorized them. Five-foot five. Ninety-three pounds. Green eyes. Brown hair." He undid his belt and let his pants fall. He wasn't wearing any underwear and when I saw his cock jump upwards from his crotch, my breath caught. It was like seeing him for the first time. He had so much hair on his chest, on his thighs. And the dark curls around his balls and cock looked deep and soft. His chest muscles bulged as he tossed his clothes aside. "They didn't keep records of how pretty you were though. Or how firm and round your young little ass is."
"Nat-you're not going back? To teach...?"
He bent over his suitcase. When he came towards the bed again, he held something shaped like a slender, white bullet. I had the eerie feeling that Mr. Holden had flipped. That he was crazy. And I was tied on this motel room bed a thousand miles from nowhere.
He did something to the object in his hand and a soft buzz filled the air. Then I knew what it was. Joan had talked of a vibrator once, though she'd never seen one either. That's what Nat had. And he was going to use it on me!
"Ohhhh, don't!" I whimpered and tugged against the leather thongs at my wrists. I couldn't even close my thighs. Nat opened a small bottle and spilled the contents over the tip of the buzzing plastic cock. He was holding it over my breasts and some of the oil dripped onto my nipples. Nat smiled and leaned down to rub the musky-smelling stuff into my hard little nubbins. They rose from the softness surrounding them, poked out high and proud on my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to quiet my breathing. Nat's fingers felt sooo....
"No ... don't do this to me!" I didn't want to let myself go! I had to fight him, this crazy teacher who'd started all my troubles in the first place. But Nat touched the vibrating tip of the thing against my right nipple and pushed. My mouth fell open and I writhed as torturous spasms of pleasure pulsed through my body.
"I knew I'd find you again," he murmured, touching his lips to my belly. I felt his tongue dive into my shallow navel and lick it until the spit crackled on my skin. A warm glow spread from the circle he was licking. It spread like a grassfire across my skin until my words came all loose and senseless as they echoed in the room.
"Nat ... nhhuuu....Ohh don't kiss my body like that! Ohhh....Uhhhh...."
"You lovely little nymph ... Trudy ... baby ...!" The tip of the vibrator was slipped down my ribs leaving a smear of oil. I knew what he was going to do. But there was nothing I could do except writhe in my bonds. He kissed the top of my mound first and then his lips brushed the furred edges of my slit. The smooth, buzzing end of the bullet was inched up the inside one thigh and then I felt it making the outer swells of my pussy tickle.
"Nuhhh ... nuhhh ... don't ... please ...!"
There was a small wet sound of my pussy opening in front of the vibrator. And then Nat pushed it forcefully up into my hole. I coughed and gasped and squirmed my ass cheeks against the bed as he plunged it deeper than anything had ever been inside me in my life!
"Oooooo ... it's so long!" I tossed wildly but Nat seemed dreamy and strange as he made the vibrator root around inside me.
"When you called me, I knew you had to be leaving town. And then I started thinking of how my cock had felt inside you. How hot and tight you are. I decided to forget about being a teacher for awhile." His words buzzed around my head but I really couldn't concentrate. The vibrating tip of that bullet touched places inside me I'd never been aware of. Like that little knot where my womb was. I guess that was what it was. When he forced the smooth end of the thing against me there, my back humped down into the bed and I rocked my hips so hard that the breath puffed from my lungs in short bursts of pleasure.
"Yes, Trudy ... I want you to feel these things. To learn to enjoy them. After a while you'll beg for them."
"No! No I won't! I just want to be left alone!"
"No you don't. You're just too young to realize what you really need, baby." He leaned his head down over my body as he held the smooth, shivering bullet up inside my pussy. His lips brushed my hard little nipple so lightly that I started to whimper and my belly heaved up and down. Then he licked it lightly, just touching it with the tip of his tongue. His spit dripped down the tender swell. It was hot and I couldn't keep from pulling my arms and legs, straining against those thongs. His tongue made rapid circles around the soft flesh that surrounded the nipple.
"Ghuuuu ... nhuuuuu!"
"Doesn't that feel good?"
"Ohhhh ... it makes me feel crazy...."
With tantalizing slowness, Nat pulled the vibrator out of my cunt. I heard the buzzing getting louder as it slid away from the clasping muscles of my folds. And then he guided the working end up the V of my slit and let it hang there a fraction of an inch. Though I didn't want to participate in any of this, I felt like I was dying of thirst. The water was that bewitching thing that quivered like wildfire against my dripping heat. I plunged my raw blooming pussy down, down to touch the thing. But Nat laughed and eased the bullet away.
"Nhuuuuu....Ohhhh ... why don't you let me go? Ohhh, I'm losing my mind!"
His mouth sucked wetly against my throat. It felt tickly and hot and a rush of pleasure made my skin come alive. My braids were tangled across my face now. I didn't care. I seemed to be floating. Nat let that furiously-moving tip go hard against my clit. The motor slowed as he held it forcefully against the bunched nubbin of nerves.
"Ooool Ooooo, what's happening...!" A radiant sweep of itchiness pulsed through my thighs and belly. I felt like a mass of raw nerves now as the electric tingles focused in the depth of my inner folds.
The muscles of my pussyhole spasmed tight, sucking for something to spear them!
Nat Holden started to bite my stomach. He wasn't biting hard. Just letting me feel his teeth. The effect made me feverish to escape. But the harder I pulled, the more my tense muscles added to the fires that licked at my steamy little cunt.
Nat pulled the vibrator away and slipped something around it. I could hear the rubber snapping closed and managed to focus my eyes enough to see. It was a little collar that fit around the plastic shaft about seven inches back from the smooth tip. When he slid the whole thing up inside my inflamed pussy, the little rubber nipples buzzed against the beginning of my hole and sent me into shuddering convulsions. "Uhnnn ... wooooo!"
"You can't hold still, can you?"
"Noooo ... it's making me crazy...!"
Nat petted my belly with one hand as he started fucking me with that bullet. In and out he slid the thing, holding it deep every so often so those rubber bumps would quiver against my clasping hole. I choked on a breath, plunged my ass up and down on the bed until the mattress rocked.
Nat jerked the juice-smeared vibrator from my cunt so fast that it made a loud sucking sound coming away from my folds. He flung it aside and fell with his entire weight onto my body.
"Nooooo!" I was crushed down into the bed as he grunted hungrily and tried to shove the flared head of his cock into me. The soft sucking slip of that velvety flesh made me gasp for breath. He gouged it up and down my slit until it pushed into the soft start of my tube. Then he cut my shoulder with his teeth and brought his hips forward. The thongs that bound me sang as I jerked hard. I felt my smallness, my weakness as this big, strong male speared me with his thick meat! My young pussy widened around him as he fucked hard and kissed my neck and ear and then my mouth.
"Mmmmmnooo!" His tongue smothered my whines. He fucked in and out between my lips. I tried to lock my jaw tight, but the soft, dripping friction aroused me. Something carnal and hungry began to work in my body. I found myself sucking his tongue even deeper, rubbing it with my own as Nat pushed in and out.
His hips banged against me, drove my thighs even wider. His cock was so thick, so hard. I felt completely ravished, fucked, had! It wasn't something I thought I would ever like. Yet my pussy throbbed around that cock and the excitement was a furious storm in my chest. When Nat Holden's hairy body rubbed my smooth belly and tits, I cried out with pleasure. The thongs sang again as I jerked hard enough to make the leather dig into the flesh of my wrists and ankles. My toes pointed. Nat was fucking me so hard that my ass cheeks were forced deep in the mattress. He ground himself against me, our hip bones bumping and rubbing. He pushed his mouth down around my other breast and sucked it roughly between his teeth.
"Nhhhaaaaaa!" This time my back arched and as Nat ate my adolescent breast, he dug his strong fingers into the white flesh of my ass and held me helpless as he speared and rammed and jabbed his fevered cock into the deepest secrets of my body!
I came so hard that I bit blood from my lip. Nat tried to kiss my red-smeared mouth, then, and I bit him too. The bed groaned from the furious jerks as he spurted cream into me!
"I'm commmmming ... Oh, god ... ohh, jesus!"
"Oh yeah, Trudy, I'm coming too!"
The slick jizm was squirting out of my hole now, dripping in strings from the clasping edges of my torn cherry. I still wasn't used to the exciting sounds of fucking. I'd never thought about it really-that when a man fucked a woman, his cock would sound like that sliding in and out of her hole!
Then another devastating ache of ecstasy built in the hot mess of my pussy and exploded through every fiber of my squirming, twitching body! Nat couldn't catch my head now, he could only find my breast again and eat at it until another raging tickle built between my smeared thighs and broke over the edge of madness.
I jerked so hard that one of the thongs snapped and my right leg flew up across Nat's fucking ass cheeks. I felt him pumping in and out of me and then my heel accidentally slipped between the muscled halves of his bottom and shoved hard against his taut hole.
He made a hungry, hot sound in his throat and fucked me harder than everl The head of his cock swelled huge each time it frothed out another glop of cream. I could feel the stuff being pushed up inside my tiny womb!
"Nat ... ohhhh don't ... ohhhh stop!"
I came again. The tickle was almost painful now, so sharp and exquisite that I couldn't control my muscles at all. I knew I was starting to pee just a little but couldn't worry about it or be ashamed. The hot piss made a spot on the bed between my thighs. It was only a few squirts that had leaked out but the keen sensation added to my breathless excitement. And then Nat fell limp against me, crushing what little breath was left from my lungs.
I opened my eyes. Nat had just come back into the room. Where had he been? Where was I? I'd been asleep. I found that my wrists were still bound, but behind my back. My ankles were wrapped with thongs and held tightly together instead of to the corners of the bed. Nat opened a curtain slightly. It was light outside. I had slept all night. I groaned when I found how sore my muscles were from being tied. Nat sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out a knife. "I'll cut you loose if you'll be good."
"Promise," I gasped. He helped me up and into the bathroom. I was weak from not eating. He ran a tub of water while I sat on the cold lid of the commode and rubbed life back into the skin where the leather had been.
The bath felt wonderful. I couldn't figure out exactly what I was going to do. My body and mind were too ravished with the intensity of the sexual games Nat had forced upon me. But I was alive anyhow-and away from all I hated back in my dumb home town.
I washed my poor little cunt very gently. The inner surfaces were a little tender, but the warm, soapy water revived me. I noticed some of Nat Holden's cum floating in the water. It had leaked from my body while bathing. I shuddered. Thank god it wouldn't make me pregnant. That's what Nat had said, anyhow.
I dried and wrapped a towel around me and went into the other room. Nat was drinking whiskey and smoking. He watched me while I dressed. "I wish I had a pair of panties," I said.
"You won't need any," Nat replied. He walked towards me. I shivered, not knowing what his next game would be. I prayed he wouldn't tie me up anymore. My wrists and ankles were just beginning to feel normal.
Then I saw the weird things in his hand.
"I put this together while you were asleep," he said. The only thing familiar about what he held out was that smooth, long vibrator. The rest was so strange that my heart pounded like a hammer in my chest. He'd fixed straps to the base of it. The straps were cut and tied so that they would fit snugly around my small waist. Another strap would be pulled tightly between the swells of my ass and up under my mound to tie in front.
"You ... d-d-don't want me to wear that do you?"
"I can't take you around on a leash in public," Nat said. "But with the vibrator inside you I can keep control." He pulled me close to him and kissed the top of my head. "It's for your own good, Trudy. You have to learn to submit to a man. You're too headstrong and wild."
"No!" I started to twist away, but his fingers hurt my arm. He handed me the strange thing he'd created.
"I'll hold your dress up while you put it on."
"I won't!"
"Trudy...." Again that tone of voice he'd used before. It went through me like a knife and I had to drop my eyes like a whipped puppy. I put my feet through the straps and pulled the vibrator up between my thighs. My fingers trembled just touching the awful thing! "You see how I've wired it so I can turn it off and on with this little switch." The switch was attached to the strap that circled the small of my back. I had my thighs slightly spread, the shaft of the bullet in my hands. He touched the switch lightly and the thing buzzed in my palms.
"Ohhh ... don't put this thing inside...."
"Yes! Do what I say, Trudy!" He handed me the bottle of musk oil he'd used on me the night before. "This will help." Then he touched the switch again and the thing went dead.
Trembling all over, I shook some of the oil onto the plastic cock. Nat made me pull upwards on the leather straps of my harness as he shoved the tip around to find my hole. When the slippery sides of the vibrator slid into my pussy, my breath came hot and panting from my flared nostrils.
"Easy . : . that's it ... nice and deep!" He cinched the straps with a jerk. I felt my clit rubbed by one and the other went scraping across the taut dry hole of my rectum. The harness was in place and Nat dropped my skirt back down. I tried to walk. When I did the hard shaft of the bullet gouged my pussy and made me feel tingly and weak all over.
"If I see you getting out of hand," Nat said, "I'll just touch this switch...."
The soft buzz was something I felt more than heard. Immediately I felt a flood of juice rush from my body and drench the leather that cut up into my pussy. The bullet sent a fevered glow through my slippery folds. I had to grab onto Nat's arm to keep my knees from collapsing. I let my head flop against his chest and panted like a dog.
"Good." He touched the switch off. "Let's go eat breakfast."
I wolfed down my bacon and eggs and Nat had to order me some more. I'd never been so hungry! It was weird feeling when I sat down because it shoved that bullet deeper inside my body. But little by little I got used to the sensation. All those straps ... the feeling of being stuffed full of cock when I knew it wasn't really a cock at all.
Nat bought some groceries and took me into a bar. It was early afternoon, but the place was gloomy and dark, the only light coming from the jukebox. I was noticing how much Nat was drinking. He'd said we'd drive on and stop somewhere and make sandwiches with the stuff he'd put in the car. But after an hour, he was still ordering whiskey and beer.
"Hey, I want a kiss," he whispered, pulling me over against him. We were sitting in a booth back by the jukebox. I kept my lips tight when he tried to kiss me. Then his tongue w-edged open my jaw and shoved inside. I turned my face away.
"I don't feel like that ... I just don't."
Nat's hand slipped down my back. I knew what he was going to do. I twisted my body but he hit the switch and a fluttery, thrilling heat spread through my belly. I gasped and swallowed hard. The slightest movement of my legs made the excitement even more tantalizing. Nat caught my braids and wound them around his fingers. He pulled my face close and his lips covered my chin and sucked at my tongue. I opened my jaws and gave him what he wanted. I heard him grunt hungrily and then I was growling down in my throat too.
"Mmmmmmm." The kiss warmed me, made my nipples extend and rake the inside of my blouse. I clamped my thighs tight and the tension set off jolts of pleasure through the big muscles in my buttocks and thighs.
"Now you're kissing like you mean it," Nat said, teasing his mouth away from me. I breathed hot and hard, clutched his shoulders with my nails. I couldn't help myself! That shivering bullet up inside my tight pussy devastated my senses. I couldn't keep control of my emotions at all with it buzzing my most tender places. And the longer it vibrated, the more I had to squirm my bottom against the hardness of the booth, forcing the thing deeper yet, raking the mouth of my womb.
Nat got up. "I have to take a leak."
"Nhhuuu ... don't leave this thing on ... p-p-please don't." I fell forward, my head on the table. Nat laughed and touched the switch at the small of my back. I felt the tempest inside me quiet some. When I saw him disappear into the men's room I got up and made my way to the jukebox. I was leaning there trying to focus on the brightly swirling lights when I heard a voice behind me. "Play number A-3," the cowboy said. "It's a good'n' to dance slow to."
He was tall and rangy with an easy, don't-give-a-damn smile. His hat was pushed back on his head and I found myself looking into his eyes. They were the deepest blue I'd ever seen. He dropped a quarter in the slot and pushed a couple of buttons.
"My name's Billy," he drawled, taking off his hat and setting it carefully on top of the jukebox. A lock of blond hair fell between his eyes. I mumbled my name and made like I was going to sit back down at the booth, but Billy hooked an arm around my back and pulled me out onto the dance floor.
"What you doing with that guy you're with?" he asked as he whirled us into the first loud beat of the music. "I know he ain't your dad. Not the way he was kissin' on you, he ain't."
"I ... I...." Billy spun with me across the floor, his boots scuffing. His body was so hard and warm. I let him hold me tight. I felt secure. It was funny cause I didn't even know this guy. But I liked him. He didn't look much over twenty ... just old enough to drink legally, I figured, which would make him twenty-one.
"Christ, you're slender as a newborn colt," he whispered, nuzzling the side of my face with his nose. And then his hand brushed that switch at the small of my back. I knew it surprised him when my head slumped against his chest. As he turned to the music, I couldn't help but rub my belly up against his hip. The vibrator was going crazy up inside my pussy! My butter began to flow. I felt the leather straps soaking up the hot juices as I moved and pulled them back and forth between the depth of my slit.
"Ohh ... ohhh wow!"
Billy kissed my face. He was still surprised at my sudden affection. I wanted to say something to explain, but how could I ever in the world tell anyone about what Nat Holden had cinched to my body? The music swelled and drove on.
The bartender wasn't watching us and there were only a few other people in the bar. Billy danced me to a dark corner and pushed me up against the wall. His hands searched down my body. I was panting. I was trying to talk but couldn't seem to form a word because of the waves of pure pleasure that poured through my flesh. Billy ground his hips against mine. I felt the lump in the front of his jeans shoving against my belly. His mouth covered mine and I moaned hungrily, sucking at his tongue, nipping it with my teeth.
I was aware of Nat coming out of the restroom. I heard him walking across the dance floor to where Billy had pushed me into a corner. "Hey cowboy, you'd better shove off."
"Trudy here was just having a little dance with me," Billy said. He looked as if he wasn't afraid of Nat Holden at all though it was obvious Nat was more muscular. Nat took my arm. I slumped weakly against his side. The bullet was pushing me closer and closer to the edge of final pleasure. Nat brushed the switch off and I sucked in shuddering lungfulls of air and tried to steady myself. Billy looked at me curiously.
"Come on Trudy, time to go." I let Nat Holden lead me from the bar.
"You're going to have to learn to obey me," Nat said. We were back in the motel room. Nat had stripped off my clothes and made me get down on my hands and knees. Then he'd tied my wrists together and strung them with a longer piece of leather behind my knees, and stuffed a pillow under my face. My ass stuck up in the air. I couldn't straighten my legs or lift my body. Nat undid the straps that held the vibrator deep inside my pussy. It came out with a slurp and my cunt began to spasm from the sudden emptiness.
"Ohhh ... I just about came ... in there ... in that bar....Ohhhh Nat, I can't stand this torture anymore!"
"You've got to learn," he said. His voice was low and a little mean. He knelt behind me and started to smack my plump, firm cheeks with the flat of his hand. It wasn't really painful. Just a sharp sting every time he spanked. And the heat spread quickly. My inner folds blossomed out and I felt my pussy swell open with fresh, hot blood.
"Ohhh ... do something ... make me come ... please!" I never though I'd be begging anyone to make me come. But the words slipped out as my fever built. I writhed my body, pumping my ass up and down while Nat gave me my spanking. I clenched my teeth and concentrated on the consuming sensations around my seepy hole. I felt the beginning tingles of coming go off deep inside me. I knew that if he just kept slapping me like that that I could come! But when I was squirming around violently and moaning the loudest, Nat stopped. He pulled off his clothes and lay on the bed. Then he tossed an open pocket knife onto the floor in front of my face.
"Let's see how bad you want it now," he laughed. "If you can get loose, Trudy, I'll be waiting right here."
I was sobbing and grunting when I finally got the handle of the knife clenched in my teeth. I rolled over onto my back and tried to bend down enough to saw the thin thongs. But I couldn't reach them Somehow I got into a sitting position and managed to cut through the bonds that held my wrists behind my knees. The rest went pretty fast.
Gasping with the hunger that pulsed through my blossomed mound, I clawed my way up to the bed. I never believed I would actually beg to be fucked, but I was begging now! Nat just laughed and tucked his hands behind his head.
"There it is baby." I grabbed his cock frantically and straddled his belly with my knees. But it wasn't very hard. I guess he'd been drinking enough to take the edge off his desire. I'd heard that men sometimes couldn't fuck when they got drunk. But what would I do? I bent over that half-hard spear of warm flesh, pumping the skin up and down with shaking fingers. Hot juice dripped from the raw edges of my hole and made glossy streaks down the insides of my thighs. Nat seemed to be enjoying himself.
"Why won't it get hard?" I put my fingers into the wrinkled skin of his ballsack and massaged the slip pery eggs. That seemed to help some. Nat groaned and twisted a little on the bed, but his cock got only a little bigger, it didn't get stiffer. I could hardly believe that I was doing what I was doing-trying to excite a man so I could fuck him. But that was the way it was. My body yearned for some kind of relief. Every movement was excruciating because it only set off more itchy tingles between my legs or at the tips of my nipples. Then I knew I could get him hard if I really wanted. My mouth!
Before I could think about it and lose courage, I licked my lips and closed my eyes. I held the head of his prick just under that ridged barb and began to lick it. I'd had a cock in my mouth before but then I couldn't resist. Now I was doing it all on my own and the sensation was strange. I concentrated on those two small lobes just under the tiny opening. I remembered how Nat had squirmed when I'd done that before.
Sure enough, my insistent friction there started to work. As I drove the point of my tongue around the smooth velvet cockhead, Nat's smile faded. His eyes blinked and shut. He dug his fingers into the bedspread and I saw the big muscles in his thighs bulge. Now it was my turn to be in control. But I still felt the gnawing desire to have my poor, young pussy filled! My skin burned with excitement and I was breathless and hungry to get that big hot cock into my hole!
As I licked him wildly, I jacked the loose flesh up and down as fast as I could. It made a slapping sound of flesh pounding flesh and, after only a few seconds, I saw the swollen knob darken and stretch bigger with trapped blood. My tongue picked up the growing heat too. I pulled back to look at my handiwork.
"Ohhhh...." Just the sight of that fantastic thing in my small fingers made me breathless. I was beginning to understand what sex was all about. I could see the way his flared cocktip would gouge the insides of a girl when he fucked in and out. I smelled the musky heat of his body and watched the veins swelling, bringing more blood to the engorged shaft. The head was almost purple now and it glistened with my hot spit.
"More," Nat groaned and tried to pump his hips up from the bed. I knew that his cock was stiff enough to get inside me now. But I had to tease him just one more time! I parted my spit-slickened lips just enough to fit around his prick's bulging head and lowered myself down, down until I was touching him.
"God ... damn ... Trudy...!"
My breath warmed his flesh as I rocked my jaws from side to side, caressing the sensitive cockskin with just the satiny gloss of my lips. I thought of suddenly plunging my whole mouth down over that rigid thing but couldn't bring myself to do it. I was still a little funny about sucking a man. And I was going crazy to have my hole filled!
"Huuuhhnnn!" I moaned, crawling up over his body. I was on my knees, straddling him, my shaking hand thrust down between our bodies as I steadied his jutting prick and rocked my hips as I inched backwards. I felt the heat of his body where the blood pumped so close to the surface. I had w-edged him into the seeping crevice that cut the underside of my body. I pumped my hips frantically, shoving the steamy thing around, hunting for my hole.
When it slipped into the soft depression and w-edged the circled muscles apart, I threw back my head and squealed with pleasure. Nat caught my shoulders and tried to pull me down on top of him, but my arms were braced against the bed. I had to get it deeper, had to squirm myself down over that fleashy, hard spear.
"Sooo hot ... sooo hard ... ohhh!"
"Baby ... fuck me, baby!"
"Nhhuuuu...!" I plunged my ass around in circles as I shoved back and down. I felt my soft, seeping pussy being penetrated. My outer lips parted and stretched, slipping slickly along the shaft as it disappeared. My glistening, hot hole dripped honey onto Nat's balls as again he lurched up from the mattress and tried to fuck me all the way.
"Nooo ... I'm too tight ... too small!" It was true. I'd felt pain every time I'd been fucked before. It took my immature body a little while to get used to the huge things that men carried between their legs. And even now I could feel tender places being pulled out of shape deep inside me. But it felt lovely! I hated to admit that I was taking an active part in my seduction, but my senses were fevered. I was beyond any conscious control. I bit my lip hard and shivered as I let more of my weight down on Nat's cock. Now he was really deep. I felt his barbed tip pulsing against the opening of my womb. I dared to wiggle myself down another inch and the breath went from my lungs in a long gasp when my tube stretched up into my guts. Nat's balls were flattened under my pubes.
"Trudy...." He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on him. My small breasts raked across his chest. The hair tickled and excited me. I ran my hands up and down his sides, cooing and babbling. I was out of my mind! The floods of butter from my pussy made my motions easy now ... I could feel that cock sucking and plunging into my folds as Nat worked his hips in slow fucking movements.
"You smell fifteen," he whispered against my ear. I His mouth swathed the side of my face with warm spit and then he caught my mouth and sucked my tongue. Our teeth grated together from the deepness of the kiss. I found myself digging my nails into the back of his neck as I rocked his head from side to side and ate at his mouth. My legs flopped down against his, gripped the outsides of his thighs. My toes were fanned wide and pointed back across the bed as I plunged my ass as hard as I could.
My come built quickly from the intense pleasure that shivered over my body. My nipples poked suddenly into Nat's chest and I wallowed my shoulders to rub them harder. My cunt jerked tight around his shaft and when I moved my pussy up and down it now, the tightness made me arch my back and give a shuddering wail.
"Baby ... christ, you can fuck good...!" Nat kissed my neck sloppily as I came. I got so dizzy that I thought I'd fallen off the bed. My cunt milked at the lovely, hot cock that plunged and gouged at my tender hole! "Trudy ... watch out ... you're slipping off ... I"
Nat grabbed at me, but I was flopping like a maniac. I fell to the side and my pussy came off his throbbing prick with a loud suck. At least I'd finished coming though the shards of pleasure still cut through me like shocks from an electric wire. Nat's hands slipped from my shoulders and down my back as I flopped on the bed next to him and rubbed my belly hard against the mattress.
"Jesus!" He grabbed at me, tried to turn me over. But now that I'd come, I was through with his cock. It wasn't lovely anymore. It was just something hard and hot that grew from his body.
"Damn you!" Nat fell against my back and I felt him trying to force the cheeks of my ass apart. His cocktip was slick with my juices all right, but I clenched my dry little hole as tightly as I possibly could. He rammed against the spot, trying to penetrate into the warm wetness of my guts.
"Nooooo!" I squealed, throwing my bottom around so he couldn't take aim. He clutched my hips but when he fucked inwards, my hole stayed firm and tight. Then something strange happened. I heard the steady slap, slap of flesh. Like when I'd been jacking the skin of his cock. Nat made a growling sound deep in his throat. My curiosity got the best of me. I half-turned to see what was going on. "Ohhhh god!" I sighed, putting my hand to my mouth. I'd never seen a man do that to himself. Joan had whispered about it to me. But this was real!
Nat had his cock firmly in his grasping fingers and he was moving the skin up and down the shaft. When his fingers came up against the knob of the tip, it bulged darkly and seemed to swell hugely! I squirmed, tried to get out from under him. Nat's face looked so strange! And his thighs were around my knees. I couldn't get away!
"Uhnnnnn!" he grunted. Something white formed at the tiny opening at the tip of his prick. A droplet of something creamy. The droplet grew every time he brought his hand up. And then it fell in a long, stringy glob that hit my belly and slid into the hollow of my navel.
"Ohhh god ... , noooo!" I writhed all the harder, jerking my legs to get them free. But it was too late. A sudden spurt of jizm flew upwards and fell across my body. It made a glistening streak up my chest, over one breast and nipple. I sucked in a quick breath. It was all happening too fast. I couldn't think. I looked up again, just in time to see another droplet forming on the swollen knob of Nat's cock.
"Help ... nooo!" This time I felt the slick heat spit across my face. Some dripped into my mouth and I tried to keep from tasting it. But the more I frantically worked my lips, the more the slimy stuff spread. I sensed the familiar salty sourness. Another hot lick sprayed against my belly as Nat jacked his cock faster than ever.
Now the stuff dripped and fountained from the swollen opening. I'd never imagined that there could be so much of it inside a man's balls. I felt it leaking down my sides. Both my small tits were coated with it. Every time I tried to wipe some off, I only smeared it across my skin. It dried quickly, leaving little wrinkles everywhere when I moved.
Nat's fingers were shiny with his own seed. Flecks of white hung in his taut pubic curls. Finally he fell forward across the bed. I managed to squirm out from under his legs and sit on the edge of the mattress. After I'd gotten control of myself, I went to the bathroom to wash the drying cum from my body. I couldn't look in the mirror for fear I'd start crying. I felt something was changing inside me. Something I couldn't get control of. All this being tied up and the constant threat or promise of sex. Yes, I had to admit to myself that sometimes I needed it. Like a drug. I'd never been like that before. I heard Nat in the next room and frowned. I hated him. Or did I? I didn't know how I felt about anything anymore.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Nat had the vibrator with its leather harness in his hand. "Not that again," I whimpered. He smiled and held it out.
"It's the only way I can be sure of you," he said.
"And I liked what it did to you last time. We'll go to the bar and eat supper. By the time we get back to the room, maybe you'll be ready to let me fuck any hole I want."
I stepped into the straps and pulled the thing up. I couldn't bear putting that bullet into my body though. Nat had to. He held it firmly and pulled the straps suddenly upwards. My tender lips parted. The plastic was cool, not like Nat's cock. It rubbed me as it glided deep. I was a little sore, but when the thing was all the way inside, it didn't hurt too badly. I slumped weakly against the wall as Nat knelt in front of me to make sure all the leather was knotted securely. The strap that dug between the cheeks of my ass excited me more than it had the first time I'd worn the thing-maybe because of how Nat had tried to fuck me in the ass and all his talk about picking the hole he wanted to screw next time around.
The bar was crowded. Cowboys jostled noisily at the bar and the jukebox was loud. I excited myself just walking with all that crazy stuff strapped to me-that long, hard vibrator up inside my pussy. I kept my eyes down as Nat led me to a booth in the back. The barmaid brought us hamburgers and I had a coke. Nat was drinking hard liquor again. He hadn't shaved since I'd been with him and his hair was tangled and long over his ears. We finished eating and Nat kept on drinking. He was getting pretty sloppy. I tried to stay as still as I could. That damned bullet fucked me every time I moved, even just to pick up my coke glass. And then out of nowhere, that cowboy materialized at our table. What was his name? Billy. His blue eyes were warm on me.
"Would you mind if I had a dance with your daughter, sir?" he asked. The way he said daughter was kinda like he didn't believe it but Nat didn't pick that up. He was too sloshed. Billy waited politely for an answer. I looked down at my hands. I didn't want to dance. I didn't want to do anything but just sit there. Nat focused on the lanky boy, remembering him from that afternoon. He frowned.
"She doesn't want to dance," he said.
The cowboy took my hand. "Maybe we'd better ask her." He pulled me up. I didn't know what was happening. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, the strong squeeze of his hand on mine. But I was getting up, letting him pull me into his arms. Nat started to say something but Billy had spun me out onto the dance floor and Nat slumped back in the booth and picked up his booze again.
"I've been thinking about you," Billy said in my ear. "I couldn't get you out of my mind all day. I was hoping you'd be back sometime."
"Please," I gasped, feeling the rub of the vibrator between my cuntlips, "don't touch my back there!"
"Is something wrong with you?" he asked. He whirled me further away from Nat's table. "Who is this sonofabitch you're with anyway? I've already de cided he's not your father and you don't look like you're married either."
"Don't ask me any questions," I said. Even dancing with this tall, handsome cowboy, I still felt I was in Nat Holden's power. The leather straps that cut up into my body, that plastic cock inside me-all tokens of my helplessness. Now that I was out in the world by myself, I realized that fifteen was very, very young. I guess I was really afraid to try to get away.
We danced some more. Billy held me tighter than ever and his hand was slipping close to that little switch just above the crack of my ass. I wished I had on a pair of jeans. Dancing around without any panties made me feel giddy. "Be careful," I breathed, my lashes fluttering, "don't touch that...."
"You're too young to wear a girdle," Billy said "What is all this stuff you got on under your dress?"
We kept dancing. I glanced at the booth where Nat sat drinking. He was watching us. I leaned my face against Billy's chest and wished I had never left my folks. How had this whole crazy thing gotten started anyway?
"Listen to me," Billy whispered against my ear. "That bastard is watching us like a rattlesnake. So I'm gonna let you go to the women's restroom, see? Well you go on in the door and out the back. There's a rear entrance he don't know about. I'll meet you just outside. My truck's parked out there, it's a two-toned Ford, red and white."
I nodded weakly. I knew it meant trouble, but the cowboy seemed so sure of himself. I needed someone to tell me what to do, I guess. And now Billy was closer than Nat. He waltzed me over towards the restrooms just as the song wound to its end. I pushed through the door marked for ladies and just kept going like Billy had told me to.
Outside, a dry wind was blowing. I saw a red and white pickup and started over. Billy stepped up beside me and guided me into the cab. He slammed the door and climbed behind the wheel.
He started the engine and reached across to pull me over to him. I guess he wanted a kiss and I was going along with it. But his eager .fingers brushed that damned switch low on my back. The bullet started buzzing up inside me and the blow spread instantly across my naked cunt. I jerked and twisted sideways in the seat. I slumped forward, my face against Billy's lap.
"Baby ... what's wrong?" He petted my hip and as he did, I felt my dress hiking up. "You having a fit or something?"
"Uhhnnnn ... ohhh ... turn it off ... pp-please!"
"Turn what off? What in hell are you talking about?"
His hands searched down my body. I felt the hardness under his blue jeans. His crotch was hard. The head of his cock showed clearly through the worn denim. It was an inch from my mouth. I gasped again as my clit swelled out of its slippery hood.
"Look, that sonofabitch is gonna be looking for you pretty soon. We got to get the hell out of here." Billy crammed the truck in gear and squealed oft down the highway. I was weak with the waves of pleasure that pulsed through my swollen pussy as the vibrator continued to excite me. I was beginning to understand that when that thing was going inside me, I couldn't think. I just wanted. Wanted sex. Wanted it now. And Billy's cock pressing against my cheek felt like sex. I managed to get my fingers to his fly and started prying the buttons open. He looked down ever so often, his face unbelieving. I couldn't believe it either. I still wasn't all that used to men's cocks. I was still afraid of them. But they were hard and hot and good when they pumped in and out of my body. "Jesus ... Trudy...."
"Ohhhh ... need you ... got to have you
....Ohhhh god, my cunt!" I was babbling, half out of my mind. I knew Billy probably thought I was crazy, but the words just kept tumbling out.
I was digging my small hand clear inside his open fly now, searching for that hard, stiff thing I knew meant satisfaction for me somehow. Billy groaned and wheeled the pickup off onto a dirt road. He drove only a few hundred yards more and stopped.
"Trudy, I ain't never seen no girl hot as you are!" He grabbed my dress and jerked it up. His hands brushed the leather straps and he leaned closer. I had his cock firmly locked in my grasp now and was trying to jerk it out of his jeans.
"What the hell is this?" He traced where the leather dipped between the cheeks of my ass. His hand touched the base of the vibrator and he stiffened. "Did that guy back in the bar ... did he put this in you?" I nodded, whimpering as I pushed Billy's underwear down to expose his cock's tip. It was big and swollen and smooth and I licked my lips and sucked the whole barb between my teeth.
Billy's hands shook as he undid the leather straps and slowly began to ease that vibrator out of my pussy. I squirmed my ass around frantically as I felt the buzzing tip glide out. A flood of my juice followed and drenched Billy's fingertips. "God ... damn ... Trudy....Ohhhh baby, your mouth!"
I was hungrily pulling his meat deeper into my mouth. The sucking, slippery noises filled the cab of the truck. Then Billy was jerking me around so he could climb between my legs. His cock popped wetly from my mouth. Everything seemed so wild and hurried. I was as tightly strung as a guitar and my body pranced and writhed on the wide truck seat.
I was dimly aware of Billy fitting a rubber over the end of his cock and quickly rolling it down. It was sweet that he'd care enough to keep from knocking me up. My thoughts just brushed by this though. I wanted him more than I cared about whether we made a baby or not.
"Billy! Ohhhh ... god ... I'm burning up!" He pushed my slender legs apart roughly and lowered himself between them. His jeans were only halfway down his thighs but I slipped my hands across his strong ass and curled my fingernails deep as he found my pussy with his cockhead and lunged up into me! My head flew back hard against the seat and I gurgled with excitement as he fucked powerfully into my tight young pussy! After being excited by that vibrator, my hole was lubricated plenty good enough to take him. Even though he was big. He was very big. Especially at the tip where his head flared. I could feel the smooth barb digging at my dainty insides as I pumped my pussy up and down. Our bodies bumped together. Billy ate at my mouth and whispered how much he liked me, how beautiful he thought I was. His hands fondled my breasts and played in my braids as his shaft stabbed and speared and fucked my quivering body!
"I ... I . .-. I'm gonna come....Ohhhh god yesssss!" It had taken only a few minutes after Billy had entered my cunt! I guess I'd been primed by the vibrator and by our dancing and all. I clutched his shoulders and held on for dear life as he jolted me with quick fucking motions that I felt from the tip of my nose to the tip of my toes.
"Trudy baby ... you're the finest ... god damn, here it comes baby ... here it comes!"
Billy made an animal sound deep in his throat and jerked in a funny way. His cock had swelled so big inside me that I didn't think he'd be able to get it out until after he spurted. But he was struggling so hard for a breath, I thought something might be wrong.
"Billy? Are you okay?" My first come had been only a small burning tickle. Now I could feel the big one, pounding, throbbing, about to explode.
"Teah, I'm fine-I can feel every spurt-man, I'm filling this rubber good, this time!"
"Ohhhh honey-now I'm gonna do it good-real good!" I bucked and tossed under him. The truck seat squeaked loudly and my sandals drummed the inside of the door. Billy caught my head between his hands and started eating my mouth up. I tasted blood and didn't care at all. I just gave him my tongue-as much of it as he wanted.
"Trudy ... ohhh Trudy ... I"
I must have been asleep when I heard the car tires on the gravel road. For a second I didn't know where I was, who I was. Billy pushed himself up and I felt his limp cock fall from between my cunt lips. He got to his knees on the seat.
"Sonofabitch!" he snorted. I watched him slip the rubber from his cock and knot the mouth so his cum wouldn't spill out. Then he dropped it on the seat. Car lights flashed through the truck windows. I reached out and grabbed the knotted rubber. I didn't know why. I tucked it into a pocket of my ' blouse.
A door slammed outside. Billy was jerking on his jeans. He reached down and picked up a tire iron from the floorboard. And that was when the muzzle of a revolver poked through the vent window.
"Out! Get the fuck out of this truck, both of you!"
It was Nat Holden. His voice was mean. The pistol barrel shook as if he was gripping it real hard. Billy and I got out and stood in front of his car lights. Billy was shirtless and bootless. He was looking hard at the barrel of that gun.
"Look mister, I didn't mean nothing."
"Get in your truck, cowboy, and get the hell out of here." Billy gave me a funny look and did what Nat said. I watched him turn around in the road and head back towards town. The thought flashed through my head that the vibrator with its harness was still on the floor of Billy's truck.
"Get in the car," Nat said. He waved the gun at me. I couldn't believe he would hurt me, not after all he'd whispered when we were alone together on a bed. But as soon as we were both in the car, he slapped me twice across the face. I sobbed and cringed into a ball against the opposite door.
Nat stopped back at the motel only long enough to throw his clothes into his suitcase and grab the half-empty quart of bourbon from the bedside table. He still hadn't said anything about the vibrator though surely he didn't think I still had it on. I looked around frantically as he pulled onto the highway and started west again. Where was Billy? Would he try to follow us? I found myself praying that he would.
At a gas station twenty miles on, Nat was talking to the attendant when I decided to make a break for it. He caught me halfway to the ladies' restroom, twisted my arm up my back. My braids flew around wildly as I struggled.
"This child is disturbed," he told the attendant when he noticed the man was staring at him with shock. "I'm taking her to a sanitarium." When he got me back in the car and saw that no one was watching, he slapped my face sharply and got a brightly-chromed chain out of the glove compartment.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this," he said, fastening it around my ankle and securing the other end to the steering column. "You're going to learn who's boss, Trudy. You may as well make it easy on yourself." I rubbed the bright spot on my cheek where his fingers had hit.
When he pulled back on the road, I kept glancing behind, hoping for car lights. There were some, but they grew close and whizzed by. It wasn't a red and white pickup at all. I leaned against the door and sobbed quietly until sleep took me.
FIVE
The sun on my bed told me it was time I got up. Not that there was any special reason why I should. Maybe Nat would bring me something to read today. He kept promising when he went out that he'd pick up a movie mag or a paperback or something. But he usually only made it back with more booze. God, he drank enough to kill a horse.
I threw back the covers and swung my legs out of bed. The glittering chain clinked and tightened around my ankle. I had to get it loose from the corner of the bed before I could get to the bathroom. It was funny, but I'd almost gotten used to being chained. A tiny padlock kept me from getting it loose. There weren't any tools within my reach and the chain let me roam only the three back rooms of the big trailer home he'd rented almost a month before, when we'd driven in off the plains and the lights of Denver had filled the whole windshield.
Denver. Big deal. I'd seen only the thick trees outside my bedroom window. Nat hadn't taken me down to the city once. I just knew that the trailer we lived in was somewhere outside town, close to the mountains.
I finished brushing my teeth and hung the tooth brush back in its rack. Then I brushed out my. hair and went back in the bedroom. I was naked. I'd almost forgotten what a pair of panties felt like against my cunt. All Nat allowed me to wear was the white, pearl-button cowboy shirt draped on the back of a chair by my bed. It was made of some silky material and the brush of it against my pink nipples always turned me on. But I had to wear it. Whenever Nat caught me disobeying him, he tied me up and spanked me. That wasn't so really terrible except that he made me go without a meal too. And eating was all I seemed to enjoy anymore. Eating and fingerfucking.
Sometimes Nat came back to the bedroom like he wanted to play. But he drank so much that the only way he could come was for me to suck him. He would lie there groaning for what seemed like an hour while I ran my tongue along his cock until my jaw ached. And finally he would give a grunt and some of his hot sap would spurt into my mouth and then he'd fall asleep snoring. Just when my own little pussy was scalding hot! Yes, I'd changed. I wanted sex now. Maybe because I never got it.
I dreamed a lot about Billy. We'd had so little time together, but I could recall almost every detail of that fuck. Ohh, it had been wonderful. To be out of Nat Holden's power for a little while anyway. And he still did have a power over me. He could humble me with one word. And when he took off his clothes I found myself hungry for his body. I hated him. But I wanted to fuck him until my poor little pussy fell off.
I turned in front of the big mirror on the back of my door. Still fifteen. My tits hadn't grown much, if any, and they were still sore all the time. The kind of sore that hurt better when a man touched me there. I cupped one now to relieve the ache a little. My pink nipple stood out proud and warm to the rub of my palm. Yes, my nipples were growing! They were more mature and their surface wai bumpy now. That was why the silk shirt sent me into shivers every time I moved. My nipples were more sensitive than they'd ever been in my life!
I heard a glass break in the front part of the trailer. Nat was drinking again. He started earlier every day. I opened my door and went as far down the hall as the chain would let me. "Nat?" I saw him lurch across the front room with a bottle. "Would you bring me something to read? Or a radio maybe? Or something! You go out every day, couldn't you just...."
"Shut up!" He slouched into a chair and tipped the bottle up. I rubbed myself up against the doorframe like a cat. The touch of the silk against my breasts, the rub of the woodwork against the front of my belly and mound set shock waves going in my body.
"Nat?"
"What ya want?"
"Nat, I get lonely."
"I gotta go out." He staggered to the door. I heard him crunch through gravel to the car. The engine roared and he was gone. I started screaming. Then I got hold of the chain and tried to pull it loose from the bed, but it was wound and locked around the frame. There was no way I could escape. I'd tried before and ended up crying in the middle of the floor, like I was now. I went to the window and looked out. There wasn't another soul for a mile. We were stuck back on some little road between two hills. Nat had been careful choosing the place all right
"So, how shall I spend my day!" I said. I went to the hiding place in the back of a drawer. Gently I pulled the knotted rubber out from under the blanket and let it squirm around in my palm. I'd licked the outside of it clean long ago. Inside, Billy's thick cream squished around when I pushed the thin membrane. There was something about it that excited me. Memories of Billy, I guess. He'd fucked me good and hard and clean. Sometimes I thought of him as a knight in shining armor. Sometimes I wondered if he was a coward for letting Nat take me away.
I got the bottle of musk oil from the bathroom and lay down on the bed. I put the rubber between my breasts and, as I looked down at it, I wet two fingers with the oil and eased them between my cuntlips. Gingerly I teased my clit up out of its resting place. A glow burned across the bottoms of my feet. My nipples stopped aching and began to tingle instead. I closed my eyes and thought of Billy. Maybe he was eating me out today. Yes, that would be nice. I fingered myself faster, then slid the two fingers as deep up into my pussy as I could reach.
"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhh good...!" My toes pointed and I started to work my ass around on the bed. This would be the first fingerfuck of the day. If things went as they usually did, I'd be doing it to myself three or four more times. And I still ended up hungry for something else. Something I'd only just had a taste of.
The truck on the gravel outside the trailer jolted me out of my dreamy sex fantasy. Nat wouldn't be coming back so soon. And no one ever came up the road besides Nat, except the man who checked the electric meter. And Nat always made sure he was around when that happened. I racked my brain. Was it the day for the meter man? I dragged myself to the window. My heart jumped when I saw the truck with the city emblem on the side. A young man in a nylon windbreaker and sunglasses was standing by the meter jotting something down. Nat had screwed up this time. It was my chance to get free.
I shoved the window up and called to him.
"Yes ma'am, I have some wire cutters in the truck."
"The front door is probably locked," I told him. I had jerked on the white silk cowboy shirt and was trying to undo the screen from the inside. The man looked at me in a funny way.
"I don't know about this. Mr. Holden isn't around and...."
"Mr. Holden is keeping me here against my will," I blurted. I tried to explain what had happened. About Mr. Holden being my teacher and how he'd dragged me off the bus and taken me across country to Denver. The power company man nodded and chewed his lip.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to get mixed up in-"
I guess I was frantic. I couldn't lose this chance. I started unbuttoning my blouse. I blushed as I threw it back to expose my small breasts. The guy took off his sunglasses and stared. "Now will you come in?"
He looked down the road, looked back at my small, firm swells. Then he climbed up on a cinder block and started helping me jimmy the screen. I took his arm and helped him over the sill. "Cut me loose first!" I said when he grabbed me.
"Christ, you're young!" His hands slid down my waist and smoothed out over the curves of my hips. I wiggled, trying to free myself, but his touch went through me like fire. I was in worse shape than I'd thought.
"See, he's got me chained up ... where did you say your cutters were? Please ... wait ... Ohhhhhh god ... ohhhh shit!" He had hooked a finger under my mound and pushed between the already soppy lips. My bottom flopped around against his rubbing, gouging fingers as he covered one of my breasts with his mouth and tongued the nipple until I was shaking like a leaf. The cowboy shirt fell back from my shoulders. I went limp in his strong arms.
"Nooo!" I came to my senses and shoved him away. He stood there, hands on his hips, grinning. I tried to pull the shirt back on but he grabbed the chain as it clinked across the floor and jerked it hard. I was close to the bed and when my feet went out from under me, I fell. He was on me like a bear, wrapping the long chain around one of my wrists so he could hold that arm above my head. I jerked so hard that the chain pinched me. What was wrong with this maniac?
"You don't understand ... you've got to cut this chain and get me loose before Nat Holden comes back!"
"That's it baby ... fight a little." He jerked the wrist he'd trapped higher above my head. I beat his back with my free hand but it was like hitting a brick wall. He had one of his thighs w-edged between mine already. I felt him undoing his belt.
"Don't do this ... I'm begging you!"
"You said I could have a little, remember?"
"But not here, not now!" I thumped his shoulders with my fist. His mouth sucked the breath from my lungs. I felt the full weight of his body crushing my slender form into the bed. I could barely wiggle as he shoved the hot tip of his cock up against my pussy.
"Yes baby, I've always wanted some young stuff. I couldn't believe it when you started flashing those tits through the window!"
He was pulling the chain so hard that my left leg was bent at the knee and pulled apart from the other one. I felt the dampness of his cockhead as he forced the skin back to expose the dark, sensitive membrane. He smeared it up across the shivering inside of my thigh and then there was a soft slurp as my crevice opened to him.
"Jesus ... god....Ohhhh why are you doing this to me?"
"You're tight ... sonofabitch, you're tight!"
He had a broad, thick chest with almost no hair. His skin was hot against my nipples. As much as I tried not to be excited, the sliding sensations of his body against my nakedness took my breath. I was excruciatingly aware of my smallness, my willowy legs and arms, my delicate build. That sense of helplessness seemed to make me even more helpless. "Ouch ... owww ... it's hurting....Noooo!"
"Relax, damn it!" He lunged again with his hips. The tip of his cock was completely exposed now and it was being rubbed hard by my tight circle of muscles. But inch by inch, I felt him sliding up into me. My ass muscles were so tight they were quivering. He lifted his body up for a second and I shot my free hand down between us and circled that awful, hot spear with my fingers.
"It's too big! It's going to kill me!"
He laughed. "You'll die happy then!" He tucked his hips under and I could feel the hot shaft sliding past my fingertips, sinking into the mushy, slippery mess between my outer lips. I bobbed my ass and a flood of sex juice poured out around the thick cock. It went in another inch as my muscles gave way before the fleshy barb.
"You beautiful little bitch! Jesus, you're fine!"
I thought of kicking him. I had one foot loose anyway. But I was afraid of making him mad too. I bent my knee and pulled my heel up between his thighs until I could feel his balls with it. I wanted to warn him that I could kick them if I wanted. But he paid me no mind. Maybe he knew I wouldn't dare do something so foolish. He was right of course.
"You're not going to let me go, are you?" I sobbed, resisting the tingling fever that edged its way over my senses. I knew I couldn't resist it much longer. I was hungry for relief. Even this crude and thoughtless ape was better than fingerfucking.
"Maybe. If you give me some head."
"I don't know what you're talking about....Ohhhh!" He had shoved his cock deeper yet. My pussy contracted in regularly spaced convulsions as the feathersoft lining elapsed his prick.
"That means you suck my cock." He pulled out of me a little and fucked in again. "Or do you want all that hot cream in your pussy?"
"I'll do it!" I blurted before I had a chance to think about it. I tried to numb my mind to the reality of what was taking place. It was the only way I could manage to keep my sanity.
The meter man got off me, pulling his cockhead from the lips of my pussy with a slow, circular movement that left me dizzy with want. I wanted, but I didn't want him. I was so mixed up. He sat on the bed with his legs stuck straight out on either side. I looked at him mournfully but he grabbed my long hair and wound his fingers in it.
"Don't be so rough!" I gasped as he pulled my face down towards his crotch. His cock was big all right. Now that I could see it, it scared me. The foreskin was pulled up over it again and I could see the tiny eye glistening through the collar. I was trying to take care of him my own way, in my own good time, but this bastard wasn't having any of that.
"Hurry up! I got a lot of calls to make yet." He pulled me down by the hair. His damp tip brushed my chin and I held the shaft still with both hands as I eased the foreskin back. The flared head throbbed as it was exposed. I was breathless. I didn't want to do this and yet the thought of doing it made more juice drip from my pussy. I was sitting on my heels and the rub against my mound was making me squirm down against the pressure. Then the man's hands pulled me down again and his cocktip forced my teeth apart. I turned my face to one side but only a few inches before my hair tightening in his grasp made me stop. He jerked me down.
"Uhhhmmmmm!" I couldn't dare bite him. I had to let that thick, hot thing slide deep, deep into my throat. Then my tummy bucked and I tried to push down against his thighs and stomach. I was frantic, my senses swirling as the engorged head choked me. "Yeahh ... baby ... christ yessss!" All I could make was a strangling noise as the convulsions wracked my young body. I thought that surely this maniac would let me go, would see that I was choking to death. But he kept his fingers firmly wrapped in my hair, kept holding me down over his crotch. Then he bobbed my head a little, letting the tip rest on the very back of my tongue. I sucked him gratefully, hoping he wouldn't put the horrible thing into my throat again. "Yeah, like that. Slow ... with the flat of your tongue, baby ... you're pretty good...."
His voice droned in my ears as I lapped hungrily at him. Even though I didn't like this guy, the shape of the tip of his cock excited me when I curved my tongue around it. That bulging head and the way it flared out from the rest of the shaft! The veins that made little bumps under the skin. "Harder!" He was making funny noises now, hurting my hair again. I couldn't believe he wanted me to suck him harder. I was sure it must hurt. But I tried, letting the sharp edges of my teeth edge against the spongy hardness of his prick. "God damn you ... yess, suck it for christ sake!"
He had my head firmly in his hands now, bobbing me up and down. His cockhead went into my throat and then lifted me up until it hung there between my lips as the saliva dripped from it. He did that a dozen times and finally stopped with his tip just touching my bottom lip. "Lick it ... hurry ... I"
I pushed my tongue out as a snake might and nicked it all over the darkened head of the cock. The skin was drum-tight and glistening with spit. I made my tongue into a trough and sucked it underneath the little lobes under the small slitted opening. The guy seemed to go crazy. He suddenly pulled my head down again and his cock went deep into my throat. Again my body started to buck and spasm as he held me down over him. My lips were touching his balls, I had so much cock in my mouth! "Grab my balls," he grunted and I pushed my fingers into the wrinkly sack. His eggs slipped against themselves and he groaned and ground his ass around on the bed.
When he let go my head and fell back against the mattress I guess my fear got the better of me. I knew that unless I did what he wanted, I had no chance of freedom. But the fear of actually tasting and swallowing com was still strong within me. I pulled my mouth away from him and jumped from the bed. The chain went tight around my ankle when I was halfway down the hall. I heard his feet hit the floor and crashing down the narrow passageway after me. I sank to my knees and begged him to cut the chain.
"Don't ... don't ... make me do that anymore!"
He shoved me back into a corner and spread his feet wide apart. His cock was throbbing and huge, bobbing an inch from my mouth. He forced my jaw open and rammed the head of it into my throat. My head bumped the wall. He tucked his ass back and rammed again. My throat convulsed wetly around the hot knob, milking at it as my gagging reflexes went crazy. He started fucking me forcefully like that, fucking my mouth! Each time he fucked forward my head banged into the corner and I let out a whimper of despair. He laughed and fucked faster. "Now it's good ... getting good! Suck, damn it!"
I whined and jerked as my head bumped and bumped and bumped the wall. His thick shaft slid in against my lips and out again. My own spit dripped from my chin and made hot splats against my thighs. I had both hands pressed against the front of his hips, trying to keep him from going too deep, but it was useless. I was weak myself from the constant sexual attack. And as I sensed that he was getting close to coming, I found my excitement had become sharpened. Even though I didn't like what he was doing.
"Baby!" He jammed his cocktip into the back of my mouth just as the first powerful jet of cream fountained from the tip. It gurgled loudly in my throat. Some of it went up my nose and dripped out one nostril. I flopped my head from side to side, the thick shaft stretching my lips. He fucked inward again and his balls bumped my chain as they pulled up against the underside of his prick to unload. I felt his knees shake and for a second he staggered backwards. His jetting cock slipped from between my lips and a sudden spray of steamy cum flecked my breasts. I could feel the stuff making lines down my belly and sides. I was looking into the eye now and saw it expand as the swollen tip pulsed powerfully and frothed out more seed. Cum streaked my cheeks and neck and then the guy was babbling and forcing my mouth open with a thumb and finger as he guided his cock in again.
"Nooooommmmmohhh!" There was a slurpy, sliding sound as the barbed head sank deep. It slid back and forth over my quivering tongue as more glops of cream bubbled out. I had to work the thick stuff down my throat. It tasted rich and a little sour.
And then there wasn't any more. The man staggered back against the other wall. He looked at me with a sleepy smile. I wiped the white curds from my chin. I could feel the stuff drying on my belly.
"Now will you let me loose?"
"Are you kidding?" The meter man laughed. 'Tour father told me about you, baby. He said you should be in a mental hospital but he's trying to take care of you himself. We got to talking one day and he warned me about believing what you said if I ever came up here when he wasn't around."
"But he's lying!" I screamed, standing up. "Look! He uses chains to keep me here!"
"Because you're crazy."
"Noooo!" I felt like crying. "He's not my father!" He went to the bedroom and started pulling on his clothes.
"You sonofabitch," I muttered, still wiping cream from my mouth. "You lousy sonofabitch."
He turned, smiled. He had a short, tough face. He put on his sunglasses. He looked better with them on.
"So what if I did let you go? I'd catch hell from your old man-or whoever he is."
"Just leave me something-something to get this chain off me!" I picked it up in both hands. "I'll get loose when you're long gone. Nobody'll know you had anything to do with it."
I didn't know whether he was going along with it or not. He finished dressing and climbed back through the window. I watched him swagger to his truck and dig around in a tool box. When he came back he had a hacksaw blade in his hand.
"This oughta do it," he said, handing it through the open screen. "But you don't know me from nowhere, baby. Understand?"
I nodded and fitted the screen back in place. As soon as his truck was out of sight, I got to work.
SIX
I pretended to be asleep when Nat came back. He was drunk as usual. He wouldn't know that I'd cut through the chain and then tied the cut end to the frame of the bed so it seemed to be as it was before. I was planning my escape early in the morning of the next day. Nat would be sleeping off his hangover then. I could get the keys from his pants and find something to put on. Maybe even some money. Nat had taken mine long before.
It was getting dark out. Nat banged around in the kitchen making himself another drink. Then he staggered through the doorway into my bedroom. "Trudy! Trudy baby.!"
He rolled me over onto my stomach and jerked down his pants. I had no idea what he meant to do. But I realized just how pent-up with desire I was. The lightest brush of his fingers set off chills of excitement inside me. I hadn't had time to relieve my sexual frustration after the meter man had gone. I'd concentrated on cutting through my chain with that damned hacksaw blade.
"Wanna fuck you, Trudy," Nat slurred. He dropped his clothes on the floor and shoved my thighs open. When he was really totalled, he liked to fuck me dog-style because my cunt was even tighter at that angle. I heard him shake some musk oil out of the bottle and smear it over his cock. I was panting into the pillow, fighting the hunger that tore me in two. I guess I'd become a little weird as the weeks had passed. My world turned around sex and thoughts of sex and the reflection of my naked body in every mirror. Even now I waited patiently, even eagerly, for Nat to force his big prick up into my pussy!
But when he fell across my back, the pressure was against my pinched, tingling asshole instead. "Noooooo!" I cried, writhing wildly to make him realize he'd missed my cunt.
"Aw come on, Trudy, let's try it this way," he laughed. His strong fingers stretched my plump cheeks apart and I felt the head of his prick stretching me!
"Jesus nooo!" I screamed into the pillow and writhed my hips crazily as he cursed and tried to hold me still. I was stronger than he thought. I fought like a banshee, hating what he wanted to do. I was angry for all the humiliating things I'd been forced into over the weeks I'd spent with Nat Holden. I still wasn't sure what he'd turned me into, but I didn't intend to let him do thisl Not in my ass!
"Christ ... you wild little nymph! Yeahh ... fight me!" He growled and sank his teeth into my back. I arched my body sharply as the pain made pinwheels against my closed lids. For an instant I had to stop squirming, the pain was so intense. And at that very instant, Nat pushed the oil-drenched head of his cock against my knotted rectum and lunged.
"Huuuuuuuuuu!" I squealed, flopping futilely under his plunging, crushing body. He fucked hard with his hips and I felt my tiny opening raped apart, the oil smacking at its edges and between the plump swells of my bottom.
"Trudy ... jesus, that's the hottest tightest....Huunnnn!" He fucked me furiously. My writhing body seemed almost split apart by the huge shaft that stabbed and speared into my guts. I felt a wave of shame and disgust sweep over my senses. But it was followed immediately by another sensation. The tight pull of my juicy parts started the familiar tingles that always excited my clit. The steady in and out stroke of his cockhead spread the fires of pleasure up into my belly and through the buttery folds of my hungry little pussy.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, my twisting struggles not so uncontrolled anymore. "Ghhaaaa- ... it ... feels ... sooo ... big ... inside...!" Nat had his legs inside mine. He shoved outwards with his knees suddenly, making my legs spread so wide that the stretched, penetrated feeling grew very intense. A Shockwave of fluttery thrills covered my mound and the sensitive tissues around my rectum. I shivered with pleasure and drooled into the pillow as Nat gnawed at the nape of my neck. He pushed his knees upwards again and my legs were forced out almost at right angles to my slender body.
"Huhnnn-huhnn-huhnnn...." I grunted, each time he slammed his hips forward against my ass.
At first it had hurt around my hole when he'd fucked me there, but now the rub of his prick in and ' out was excruciatingly thrilling. I hadn't thought that a girl could be so sensitive back there! But with each shuddering gasp, I felt a new flood of pleasure. I I clawed at the bedspread with both hands as Nat held , my dancing ass in his grasp and fucked.
"You ... baby ... so ... good ... and ... tight!" He held his cock deep and still, way inside my guts. I couldn't keep from moving though. I plunged my hips up and down and made wild circles. I knew that my hot insides were all wrapped around his barbed cock tip and every movement I made must be rubbing him towards what he wanted. But I didn't care about what he wanted. With that hot thing filling me, all I could think of was my own come! I nursed it along, bucked my back up and down to increase the itchy tingle.
"Ohh ... Ohhhh ... Ohhhhhhh goddamn," I squealed, making my willowy body snake like a python crawling through sand. Nat seemed to like the way I moved. He groaned and kissed my back and shoulders and fucked me faster than I thought possible. The sound of his shaft penetrating and then leaving my tight little asshole made my excitement that much sharper. And then, all of a sudden, he seemed to be having a fit or something. He had pulled back until just the swollen knob of his cock was inside my body. He held himself like that and jerked all over as my muscles contracted with powerful spasms.
It surprised me that I was coming! Maybe because I'd teased myself half the day and been forced to suck that meter man's cock and still had not come myself. And it was the steady, hard rub of Nat's prick in a spot where I'd never experienced such friction. But I was coming all right. The familiar tickle built like wildfire down my puffy slit. My clit ached from the tantalizing rub of my inner folds against its dainty flesh.
Suddenly Nat grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms upwards and out against the bed. With his knees keeping my thighs apart and my arms pinned like that an unbelievable thrill jolted through me! I began to babble and cry as the hot stings of lust consumed my feverish pussy. Even though nothing was fucking me there, the insides of my hole clasped and writhed and leaked hot butter out onto the bed.
"I-I'm gonna faint-it feels sooo good."
"Yeah ... Trudy ... yeah!" And I felt a spurt of hot sap enter my guts. Nat pumped frantically now, his belly flattening my firm ass cheeks as he skewered me again and again with his frothing prick.
I must have passed out. What woke me was the bright flash in the room. After a few seconds there was another. I realized that Nat was not inside me anymore. He was leaning drunkenly against the wall with a camera. He was taking pictures of me!
"Gonna make a family photo album," he slurred, getting off another shot as I tried to pull the bedspread over my nakedness. Now I was certain he was crazy. He never even talked to me anymore. He just kept me chained up to fuck when he felt like it. And now these pictures. I slumped back on the bed and let him shoot up the roll. To hell with him. I couldn't reason with him. And unless I made a move, he would never let me go, it seemed.
It wasn't hard finding Nat's keys. I knew he'd be sleeping it off for hours like that before he would even begin to come around. It took a little digging but I finally found my suitcase in a storage box under the trailer. I found a pair of heavy wire cutters in the trunk of his car too and finished getting the chain off my ankle.
I thought I was dreaming when I drove down the hill and out onto the lighted street. In a few minutes I was gliding down Colfax Avenue and there were stores and people and life all around me. But all I had in my pocket was twenty dollars and the camera Nat had used just hours before. I had the jeans I was wearing, the faded, too-tight T-shirt and two dresses. My beloved teacher had disposed of every pair of panties I owned.
I considered phoning home and asking for bus fare back. I felt more alone and lost than ever and the temptation to apologize and return to familiar faces was very strong. But I could almost hear them laughing. I would have lost my little show of independence. And when I thought about it, there was nothing really all that great about my so-called home town. I decided to ditch Nat's car somewhere downtown and find a pawnshop for his camera. The part of town I found myself in was only slightly sleazy. There weren't any drunks lying in doorways. But there were lots of skin shows and dark bars and loitering, well-dressed men. I didn't know what they were hanging around for until one asked me if I wanted to go down on him for fifty dollars. I hurried on.
The hockshops were all closed. But when the next guy propositioned me, I offered to sell him Nat's camera instead. I was trying not to look as inexperienced as I knew I was. But the guy started hassling me. Even with my hair unbraided, I looked pretty young. And I knew he liked my slim ass. He kept looking at it more than the camera. Finally he said he'd buy the camera if I'd let him take some nude pictures of me with it. I refused. He didn't know that an undeveloped roll of film was in my pocket, loaded with snaps of me in the nude. I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm and spun me around.
"Who do you think you are, you little cunt? You think you're too good to suck my-"
"Shove off, mister," the tall girl said. She'd just stepped up out of nowhere and I couldn't help but feel grateful. The guy started to say something but she shoved him in the chest and looked mean. It blew my mind.
"You better have a talk with me, honey," she said when the guy took off. I followed her into a brightly lit place with a counter and a few guys standing around, gawking at photos on the wall. She pushed me through a curtain to a back office and closed the door. There were pictures of girls all over the place, most of them nude or almost. My newfound friend lit a cigarette and poked at her frizzy red hair. Between puffs she told me her name was Louise. "You want a job?" she asked after staring at me for almost a solid minute.
I shrugged. "What kind of job?"
"You don't look that flush," she laughed. "Don't be choosy." She offered me a cigarette. I shook my head. "How old are you anyway? And don't lie to me. I have a built-in detector."
I blushed. "Fifteen."
"Jesus." She stabbed the cigarette into an ashtray. "Jesus Christ!"
"Is something wrong with being fifteen?" I pouted.
"Only that you wouldn't last a week on these streets. You'd better let Louise take care of you honey. At least I won't strong-arm you into whoring." She shook her head. "There are a lot of pimps out there who'd just love to get their claws in you." She got a couple of beers out of a little refrigerator in the corner and poured some in a glass for me. "Here's the setup, sweetheart," she went on. "Massage parlor on one side, photo gallery on the other. You work three in the afternoon to three in the morning. If you want to go the photo route, I've got some customers that should fit you. A lot of Johns just want to stand and click away at your pretty little bod. Some of them might ask for more than that." She blew a smoke ring and swigged beer. "As far as I'm concerned that's your business and your business alone. If all you want them to do is take pictures, that's what you tell them. Nobody hassles nobody around here or they get thrown out on their ear."
I was blushing violently. I stood up and put the beer down. "I guess I'm not interested."
"You don't have anyplace to go, do you?"
"No, ma'am."
"The cops will pick you up for a curfew violation, baby. In this town you're not old enough to get in a movie without your parents' permission. And if my nose is working right, I'd say your folks aren't within a thousand miles of here. Right?"
I sat there and listened while Louise told me what I'd have to do if I chose the massage parlor to work in. It sounded pretty awful. Men came in but it wasn't just a rubdown they wanted. A girl rubbed them all right. She jacked them off! Or if they paid some amount they both agreed on the girl might do more. I knew I didn't belong in the massage parlor. But the idea of taking off my clothes and letting some total stranger take flash pictures made me cringe too. I cringed a little less when Louise told me how much money I'd get. "Fifty dollars!"
"Not every John'll come across like that," she warned. "But a lot of them want you to show it all." She smiled, winked. "You know what I mean?"
"I don't know...."
"We call it split beaver." She patted my shoulder. "That means a guy wants to take a picture of your pretty little pussy, Trudy." I blushed violently. "But don't worry. You won't be available to the regular customers anyway. I don't want to get into any trouble with the law for hiring a runaway minor. So I'll tell some of my selected clientele about you. These guys have lots of money and they'll treat you nice." Louise scratched the end of her nose and pushed out her lip. "But you'll have to be nice to them too."
"What do you m-m-mean?"
"When they get tired of shooting pictures they might want you to ... well, get a little cosier. No fucking or sucking. Just ... cosier."
There was big empty hole down in my guts. I knew I shouldn't even consider going along with Louise. But I was going to be broke in just a few days. And I was underage and everything. Maybe if I did it until I could get a few hundred bucks together....And maybe I could keep from having to get cozy with any of Louise's customers by just playing dumb. "I'm scared," I said.
"But you'll do it." Louise looked at me hopefully. I nodded. She jumped up and clapped her hands. "Great baby. Come on, I'll give you the studio in back and make a few calls. You'll probably be a hundred bucks richer before the night's over."
My first customer was a distinguished-looking man in his forties. He wore the kind of clothes I'd only seen on lawyers back in my old home town. He had a gold watch and an expensive ring. He was only slightly gray and there was a kind of swashbuckling handsomeness about his face. Louise introduced us and closed the door of the studio. I locked it from inside as she'd instructed me. The man watched me move around the room. Louise had made me braid my hair again and given me a pair of cut-off jeans so skimpy that a few curls of my brown cunt hair showed. I felt all legs. The tiny halter I wore over my small tits wouldn't have made a good necktie-only the pink nipples were covered. And of all things, Louise had insisted that I chew a stick of gum. She told me it heightened the schoolgirl effect.
"Louise was right," Malcom said.
"Ohhh?" I sat on the arm of a chair and crossed my legs.
"She said you were an exceptional find." Malcom put his camera down on the table. I got tight in the throat
"Aren't you going to take my picture?"
"I'm not hypocritical enough to pretend I'm a photographer." He walked over to me and picked up one long braid. I was shivering inside so hard that I knew it would show unless I calmed myself. Malcom began to chat with me. He asked where I was from, what I did back in my old home town. Things like that I lied about some of it, changing a lot of names and places. But when he started untying the knot that held my little halter in place, I jerked away.
"Let's have an understanding," he said, reaching deep into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a sheaf of bills thick as a deck of cards and put it on the table, riffling the corners as he did so to show me they were all twenties. "I'm a fair man. Every time I touch my mouth to your body, you can take from this pile-" he picked up a twenty, "-and put it on your pile." He put the bill down beside the thick stack. He smiled knowingly at me. "The first one is yours just for being so lovely." I dropped my lashes and felt my face flush. Malcom came back and untied my little halter. As the material slipped from my nipples I shivered all over. I could feel my juices beginning to flow.
He made me stand up and then turned me slowly around, touching my flat belly and the pert swell of my ass inside the tight jean shorts. He kissed the side of my neck and pulled me back against him. He was standing behind me, his fingers gliding lightly up and down my thighs. I let my eyes flutter closed and started breathing raggedly. His tongue tickled my skin as he worked it upwards towards my earlobe.
"I ... I don't fuck," I gasped. I wasn't going to go along with Louise's schemes that far. I wasn't any whore. Already I was ashamed of what was happening. And I was afraid of the hunger of my body too. It had been a long time since I'd had a really wild come.
Malcom's fingers undid the button of my cut-off jeans. They slipped down my legs and puddled at my ankles. He was still standing behind me. I stopped chewing my gum. I was having trouble with breathing. His hands touched me so gently. My feverish young body tingled as he began to massage my lower belly. Then his fingers were tangling in my sparse cunt curls. "Ohhhh ... don't!"
"You smell like a slightly naughty angel," he whispered, sliding one finger down the closed halves of my mound. With only the slightest pressure, he curled the finger up and in. My hips jerked as his finger pushed my clit into the mush heat. His teeth nipped at my earlobe and I felt myself going limp in his embrace. "When Louise said you were fifteen, I didn't believe her." He rubbed the juice-drenched stalk of my clit. I felt it stiffen and push back against his finger. "But it's true, isn't it?
"Uh huh," I mumbled, sucking in a quick breath. My knees trembled. Malcom worked my clit a little harder. The itchy goodness throbbed through me like lovely fevers that I couldn't resist. "You'd b-b-better quit now." Weakly I tried to twist away. "Don't you want to take my picture?"
"Why fool with pictures when you're here?" He walked me over to the chair, his arm around my waist. I leaned weakly against his side, trying to remember how many twenty dollar bills were mine now.
Malcom bent me forward over the back of the chair. It was the big overstuffed kind, so it wasn't uncomfortable. My toes dangled a few inches from the floor, my curvy bottom pushed Out. Then he held something before my eyes. Something with small leather loops and cleverly carved wooden toggles that could be locked in place. "The Maumau tribe uses these for control of their virgins during certain ceremonies," he said in a matter-of-fact way. I felt him slip one of the loops around my wrist and pull the arm behind me. Then he had both my hands trapped in the strange device. "It looks just wonderful on you."
I tugged at the thongs but the wooden toggles slipped tight and held me firmly, hands behind my back. I kicked my legs, but couldn't possibly reach the floor. Malcom pushed a hand up between my thighs and massaged my outer lips open again. "Noooo ... ohhh god, what do you want from me?"
I could hear Malcom undressing behind me. I was scared stiff. I knew I was in over my head. Then he walked over to the table and peeled off some of the twenties and put them on my pile. His nakedness shocked me, but I was surprised even more at his fatless, muscled build. Then I saw his cock, thick as a big cucumber, the skin of the shaft very white. As Malcom walked by the chair, I saw him pulling the foreskin back. The bulging knob swelled out suddenly, glossy with slickness.
"Louise said I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do!" I blurted, squirming my hips where I was bent over the chair back.
"We'll let you decide then," Malcom said. He forced my thighs apart. He wasn't rough, but his thumbs digging into my muscles told me he could be if I resisted. I felt something smooth and hot and slick touched against the soft depression where my cunthole began. But he didn't try to fuck me. He worked a finger up my slit again to find my clit. As he gently petted the aching nubbin, I threw my head around until my braids popped against the chair arms.
"Oooooo ... don't do that ... don't!"
With only the slightest pressure, Malcom pushed his cocktip against the tight circle of muscles that protected my soft tunnel. The heat that poured off that spongy-firm barb made my folds tingle. I could feel my juice dripping down over his rigid shaft. His finger danced like a bird wing over the tip of my clit. "Wooooo," I shuddered, rocking my hips. It was impossible to hold still for that kind of torture! My tits hung heavily on my chest. I tugged my wrists but the wooden catches went tight when I did. I closed my eyes. "I ... I ... think that's enough. I don't want any more m-m-money...."
Very gently, Malcom moved his hips again. I felt his flared cocktip open out my pinched muscles a little and then ease back to let them close and slide against his most sensitive place. I groaned and my calves went hard as I pointed my toes down sharply. His belly brushed against the cheeks of my ass. His fingers worked steadily up between my blood-swollen lips. And then he bent over me and started to lick the nape of my neck.
"Oh god!" Fresh fires burst over my skin. I tried to flop my head so he wouldn't keep kissing me, but there was no way I could stop him. Now he had one hand up in my pussy, the other on a breast. He fingered the nipple out with careful, squeezing movements as he rubbed his cockhead back and forth at the opening to my body.
"Nhhhaaaaa!" I couldn't even talk now-the itchy thrills raced over my flesh. My breast flushed with heat and the nipple raked Malcom's hand as he massaged the soreness of my immature titty.
"Trudy?" He chuckled softly against my ear. "I think you want me to fuck you now, don't you."
"Mmmmnooo!" I shook my head and writhed against the chair back. Malcom pulled his cock out from between the warm lips of my pussy and stepped back. If he meant it for punishment, it worked. "Ohhh ... I feel so ... so achy all over!"
"You haven't learned to respond to your body's needs yet, Trudy." I sensed that he was getting down on his knees behind me. I felt him hold one leg still and then his open mouth covered the delicate softness behind one of my knees. I gave a shuddering cry as his tongue gouged the sensitive spot. When I tried to bend my leg upwards, he grabbed my ankle and held it stretched out. His fingers curled under my sole and he started rubbing me there too. More prickling shivers burst up through my belly and caused floods of juice to dribble from my steamy pussy. A hot line of sex butter trickled down the back of my thigh. When it got to where Malcom was kissing me, he lapped it up hungrily.
I was beyond any kind of self-control now. I flopped and jerked and whimpered across the back of the chair. My wrists tugged against the leather, but I was not trying to get away. I dug my nails against my palm and drooled with excitement. Malcom was kissing his way up my thigh. "Ohh ... ohhh I'm so hot all over....Nnnhuuu!"
His tongue tickled up against my pulsing mound and then he forced the glossy crevice apart and dipped an inch into my hole. The muscles tightened as he speared me, licked me, sucked at me like some crazy animal. I couldn't believe what was happening! My mind was a spinning mess of brightly sparkling colors and lights. When I opened my lids everything looked blurry. This man was fucking me with his tongue. It felt like a tiny, slightly rough prick going in and out, in and out, until my hips bucked on the chair and my legs flopped around wildly against his shoulders. Then he petted me with a long lick, petted my clit.
I was shocked to realize that I was close to coming. It had all rushed upon me at the last, weakened my resolve not to submit to too much. My mind was a swamp of desire and hunger. When Malcom stood up and slid his cockhead up between my lips I cooed through my nose like a dove. "Now you want it, don't you?" He let his swollen knob press against my hole again.
"Uhhh-I ... I...."
"Tell me how you want it." He handled my breasts like before and licked at the back of one ear. "You do want to be fucked, don't you Trudy?"
"Yessssss!" I whimpered. Somebody else was saying these words, weren't they? It couldn't be me. "Ohhhh god yessss!"
Malcom pushed in a little until my body opened around his barb. Then he pulled back.
"How bad do you want to be fucked, pretty Trudy?"
"Awful bad," I gasped, "real bad....Ohhhh fuck me Malcom ... fuck me please!"
He brought his hips up so fast that the force of his long cock slipping into my pussy jolted me up off the back of the chair. I could feel that thick, hot thing halfway inside. Malcom was holding my bottom up with his cock! I wiggled crazily and felt my lips creeping down the sides of his shaft. Then he fucked sharply upwards again and my hole stretched to take him all. I cried with thankfulness as I writhed over the stiff and beautiful thing that gouged my steamy insides.
"Trudy...."
"Ohhh ... faster! Do it faster!" My shoulders jerked from side to side as I tugged my wrists against the leather thongs. I banged my knees against the back of the chair and then pulled my heels up to touch Malcom's thighs as he held my slender hips with both hands and fucked like a maniac. It was almost an instant come. My body spasmed and I jerked as though having a fit. I knew that Malcom wasn't coming yet but I couldn't stop the thrilling storm that spread like a fever over my flesh. "Coining ... coming ... ohhhh shit ... I'm commmmmming!"
Juice dripped from around the edges of my hole as Malcom plunged and fucked and speared me with his swollen cock! The full jolt of excitement hit me like a wall. I fell limp across the chair, spit running from the corner of my mouth. And then something strange happened. I felt a new itchy tickle beginning way deep inside me. Each time Malcom's cock stabbed deep, my clit swelled hard again. Was it possible for a girl to come twice? I choked on a breath and felt Malcom's fingers curling around the front of my thighs. He began to fondle my steamy nubbin between thumb and pinky. The hood peeled back again and my pussy muscles writhed tighter around his thick meat. "Ohh ... nuuuuuu ... god ... shit ... fuck!"
"You lovely little outlaw," Malcom laughed, screwing me with sharp, quick shoves of his hips.
"I'm going crazy!" I squealed.
I don't know whether Malcom realized the ecstatic pleasure I felt, but it was as if he knew exactly when to slow down and when to kiss me and when to feel me. He fucked and teased me along the edge of utter release until I wondered if I'd ever be sane again. "There-just the tip," he said, rubbing that swollen cockhead of his gently back and forth at the outer edge of my cunthole.
"More ... ohhhhh more!"
"Trudy, I'm surprised at you. Just a moment ago you were telling me you wouldn't"
"Hurry!" I cried, plunging my ass up and down helplessly. "Stick your cock in me again ... gghhhaaaa!"
"Like this?" Malcom let the ridged glans divide my cleft slightly. I felt the smooth thing pop inside the muscular circle.
"Yesssssl Ohhh christ in heaven ... yesss!"
My pussy made a slurpy, sucking noise as I threw it around in quick circles to capture the beautiful chunk of meat Malcom was teasing me with. He must have felt sorry for me. He grabbed my twitching hips and fucked as deeply as his cock would go. The sudden friction of that shaft forcing past my juicy folds pushed the air from my lungs. My second explosion built quickly. It was sharp and hurty and good and I shoved back against Malcom's body as he speared me again and again.
He fell forward on my back suddenly and groaned deep in his throat. Something hot frothed from the edges of my pussy and dribbled down my legs in strings. I threw my legs around, still feeling my own come, still grinding for a third one if I could catch it. But Malcom was spurting his thick cream deep into me now, kissing my back, crushing my bound hands between his body and mine.
I barely remembered him undoing my wrists. Then he cradled me in his arms and carried me around to the front of the chair. I could feel his sap mixing with my sex butter and dripping onto the floor. He set me gently in the chair and kissed my mouth. I tried to open my eyes but felt as it I was in some kind of trance. Every nerve in my body had been brought to life. Tiny tickles of pleasure still shot through me every so often, making me twitch and whimper.
I was dimly aware of Malcom dressing. He picked up the stack of twenty-dollar bills and put the whole pile on my side of the table. Then he looked at me with a smile as he buttoned his shirt. "I wonder if Louise would sell you to me," he said, then shook his head. "No. That wouldn't do. You could become a habit if I had you around the house. I wouldn't get anything done at all." He closed the door softly behind him and I was alone.
"Jesus christ!" Louise was riffling the stack of twenties. Somehow I'd managed to go and wash at the basin in the corner of the studio room. Weakly I pulled up the skimpy little jeans shorts and hunted around on the floor for the tiny halter. "Don't bother," she laughed, "Malcom took that with him." She riffled the twenties again. "He gave you five hundred dollars," she said. "Can you believe that? Louise peeled off two hundred and pushed them into her skirt pocket. "I thought it was my money."
"House takes a third and then there's the clothes I'm supplying and-" I slumped into the chair. "I'm sore! His cock was so hard!" Louise came over and pushed the rest of the twenties at me. I reached out but she snatched them back.
"Of course I can't agree to pay you until I know you won't run off after just one trick."
"A trick?"
"A fuck, honey. We call it a trick. That guy you were with was a John."
I felt like crying. "I don't want to do this anymore ... I...."
"Then you won't get paid." Louise took my money and put it in her pocket with the other twenties. "Two of my girls are sick and I need someone over in the massage room. Are you going to work for me or not?"
I nodded slowly. "I'll work." Louise had taken Nat Holden's camera and what money I'd sneaked from his pants pocket. And she had my suitcase and clothes and my payment for Malcom's use of my young body. What could I do but work for her some more?
"I'll get you another halter," she said. "There's a horny cowboy over in room four. He acts like he'd like a blowjob but I don't think he can afford anything but a handjob." She giggled. "You'll find out soon enough how well-heeled he is."
"Look," I blurted, "I'm not going to suck any man's cock ... I...."
"Honey, a little while ago you told me you weren't going to fuck either." Louise patted her red hair and smiled down at my legs. Another slick dribble of Malcom's cum had made a creamy line down the inside of my thigh, down all the way to my ankle. I reddened as I smeared it away with my palm. "Okay," Louise said, voice hard again, "room four on the double."
The guy was on his stomach when I came in. He didn't look at me and I didn't look at him. I felt cheap and cruel and hard inside. I didn't want to feel that way, but Louise's manner was rubbing off on me. I was beginning to understand what a cold world it really was. No one gave a damn about you. You had to take care of yourself. And I intended to do just that from now on. I couldn't see this guy's face and I didn't want to.
Louise had given me a few minutes of instruction in another room on my way over. I tossed a towel casually across the man's back and, without a word, poured oil into my palm and spread it on the backs of his thighs. I had my mind made up I wasn't going to suck or fuck. It was bad enough jacking some stranger off, I figured. What Malcom had done to me just couldn't be helped. It scared me that I didn't have any more self-control than that. At fifteen, how was I expected to be cool about sex?
The cowboy grunted as I rubbed the oil into the big muscles of his thighs. He kept his face to the wall. I could tell he was blushing because his neck was red. Or maybe he was just another redneck. Louise had told me how to work around his cock.
Priming, she called it. Then when he was good and hot, talk money. But this guy sure was shy!
I kneaded the muscles in his ass, watching his cock harden where it was tucked between his legs. Finally he grunted again and had to pull it up under his belly. He was hard as a rock. I saw his boots and jeans and shirt on the chair, his hat resting neatly atop the pile. He was still blushing and I felt a certain sympathy for him. I was embarrassed too though I was fighting hard to smother any shame or uneasiness. "Feel good?" I asked, my fingers rubbing the insides of his thighs.
"Yeah" His voice-had I heard it before? He lifted his hips slightly and let me slip an oiled hand under his belly. I clasped the shaft of his cock and let the hot oil seep into it. Then I rubbed the sensitive tip with my finger.
"It gets expensive from here on out," I said, satisfied that my tone was cool enough, detached enough. Louise would've been proud of me. I hated what I was becoming.
"I don't have much cash," the cowboy said. "I never been to a massage parlor before."
Again there was something about his drawl, the slow blur of his words that made me feel strange. Somewhere I'd heard a voice like that. Maybe not this cowboy's voice. But an awful lot like it.
"How much do you have?"
"Twenty bucks."
I poured more oil over my jacking fingers and moved them up and down on his shaft. He was partly on his side and I was standing behind him. I was beginning to get curious. "You're too shy to even look at me, aren't you."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Look, I just started working in this damned place tonight. So I'm just as shy really. I'm just pretending not to be." He turned his head then.
As I looked into his blue eyes I stopped jacking him and just squeezed. I squeezed my fingers under the flared head of his cock until it grew dark purple and swelled up like a bursting mushroom.
"Ohhh Billy!" Tears flooded my cheeks. Billy stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost, his mouth hanging open. I jerked my hand away from him and wished I could cut it off at the wrist. Then I ran toward the door, my sobs choking me. Billy caught me and slammed me up against the wall.
"I never thought I'd see you again!" he blurted. He pulled my chin up but I turned my face to the side and shut my eyes tight. I wished he'd never found me-never.
"Let me go. I work here...." I looked at him then. "Or haven't you figured that out yet?"
"You dumb little cunt," he laughed, pulling me against him. His chest was warm and strong. His hands scooted under my short jeans and petted the swells of each ass cheek like some special prize. Then he started telling me what had happened since that night Nat Holden had chased him away with a gun. He'd followed us from a distance. He'd followed Nat's car all the way to Denver but lost us in traffic.
He'd gotten a job in a factory and rented a room and started searching. He'd spent all his spare time haunting the places he thought Nat might take me to. But he'd gotten so horny he'd finally decided to try a massage parlor.
"And here you are," he laughed, "here you are!" He kissed my mouth so hard that I tasted blood. A wild happiness swept over me. I shoved my tongue deep into his mouth so he could suck it. He was grinding his naked body up against me. I could feel his oily cock shoving into my belly.
"Billy ... Billy ... Ohhhhh god I want you so bad!" It was like a dream, his still liking me after seeing the truth. I babbled to him between kisses, told him how Nat had kept me prisoner, how I'd escaped, how I'd ended up in Louise's massage parlor.
He carried me back to the table and stripped down my tiny jeans. I was panting and making all kinds of noise, I was so excited. I grabbed his cock with both hands and started jacking it and kissing it and running my tongue up and down the shaft. Billy petted my head and tugged my braids playfully. "How much is this gonna cost me?" he smiled.
"Ohh Billy, I'll pay you! I'll give you everything I own! I'd die for you!"
He grabbed my head and stabbed his tongue deep into my mouth. I cooed through my nose and clutched hungrily at his shoulders. Though I'd come twice with Malcom, I knew Billy could excite me again. He looked beautiful in my eyes. So rangy and strong. It was a miracle that we'd ever found each other again. He spread my legs on the table and shoved his cock up into the slippery heat of my body.
"Yesss ... Billy ... Ohhh yes!" I worked my slim ass up and down, trying to make it easy for him to enter me. I felt his cock sliding in and Billy's eyes closed and he moaned.
"You're still tight as ever...!"
"And you're so hard!" Billy sure was! Maybe it was because he was a cowboy. As silly as the idea was, I pretended to believe it and hugged his back hard. "You sweet cowboy ... you found me, you found me!"
"Trudy ... open your legs a little more honey ... wow ... yeah ... that's it!"
I hooked my heels against his back and worked my bottom around in circles as his shaft slid past my throbbing petals. They clasped at the hot intruder, swathing his veined flesh with my juice. Billy pumped into me inch by inch, his prick making soft sucking sounds as my body bloomed out to have all of him. I gasped and dug my nails into his back and the cheeks of his ass. I felt small and helpless again. I wanted to be under Billy's strong, hard body! I wanted him to be mashing me down and penetrating my hot little pussy with his cock!
That was when the door burst open.
"What the hell is this game?" Louise said, staring at us without embarrassment. Billy pulled his cock from my body. It almost hurt to feel myself suddenly empty. He jumped from the table and wound a towel around his middle. I finally found my voice. "Louise-this is a friend of mine and-"
"Giving away poontang for free, aren't you?" She shook her head. "I knew that innocent act of yours was all bullshit." She motioned to someone outside the room. A huge, hulking figure filled the doorway. He was the biggest man I'd ever seen in my life. He had hair almost as long as mine and a chest like a bear. He lumbered into the room, eyes flicking around like a snake. "Check the cowboy's pants," Louise ordered, "see if he's got enough to pay for all this."
"But Louise," I babbled, "I'm not going to work here anymore. I'm going with Billy. I...."
"Shut the fuck up!" Louise yelled. The big man pulled some cash out of Billy's pocket. He handed it to Louise without a word. Her eyes narrowed as she flicked through the bills. "Just as I thought. He had enough for a hand job and that's all." She motioned with her head to the big man. "Throw him out of here, Mule."
I was shaking, I was so mad. "Louise, you didn't hear what I said. I'm quitting. I'm going with Billy!"
Louise slapped my face one way and then the other. I staggered back against the wall. Billy had put on his pants and when he saw what was happening, he started over. Mule grabbed him with one hand and slammed him back against the wall too.
"You're not going anywhere, sister." Louise stuffed Billy's money into her pocket. "I'm not going to lose a goldmine like you." She turned to Billy. "And if you value your health, cowboy, you won't be going to the police either. I've got a lot of friends in this town. You never know when you might be talking to one."
Mule shoved Billy out the door. He tried to say something to me, but the muscled giant slammed his hat down on his head and pushed him on. Louise threw my cut-off jeans at me and told me to dress. When Mule came back I was crying. Louise gave Mule some keys. "Get her out of here. Take her out to the big house. We can keep her on ice until things cool down a little."
Mule grunted and came towards me. His fingers fit clear around my arm and then some. He almost carried me to the door. We went down a hall and out a back entrance. Mule shoved me into a long, black car and pulled a chain out of the glove compartment. It was the kind of dog collar that choked when the loop was pulled. Mule put it over my head and snapped a leather leash into the loop.
"You gonna be Mule's dog tonight," he laughed. His eyes didn't change when he laughed. They looked mean and dead and scary. He wrapped the leash around his fist and started the car. We drove three or four blocks before he looked over at me.
"You pretty. Mule like little pretty girls." He laughed. "They so damn tight!" Mule patted his crotch. There was a bulge pushing up his pants. I shuddered and felt like bawling.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Little girl don't ask so many questions," he grunted.
We didn't drive for more than half an hour. I didn't know anything about Denver, so I was lost before we started. The house was in a sprawling suburb. The lawns were huge, the streets wide and curving. It wasn't just a bunch of cracker boxes jammed together.
Mule turned into a long drive and didn't stop until the car was inside a double garage. He pushed a button on the dash and the door closed silently behind us. He got out of the car and tugged the leash. The cold steel links tightened around my small neck. "You follow Mule." I followed, my eyes down.
The house was pretty fine inside. We went upstairs and down a hall. Mule opened a bedroom at the end and took me inside. I just stood there trembling. "Let me go!" I blurted suddenly. Mule laughed.
"Louise would have Mule's balls," he said slowly. His hard eyes scanned my body. I was wearing only those skimpy jean shorts and a fringed halter top. Mule lumbered over to me. I guessed that he was at least seven feet tall. His shoulders shut out the rest of the room as he bent down. His big hand touched my shoulder. He pinched the skin between his fingers and felt it.
"How come you so little?" His fingers circled my waist. They touched all around. I shivered with the odd feeling. As scared as I was, the sensation set off thrilling jolts inside me. I thought of Billy. I wished it was he who was exciting me instead of this monster. His thumb was as big around as some men's cocks!
"Maybe we play a little," he said, unbuttoning my jeans. I almost fainted.
"Nooo! Ohhh no! I won't!"
Mule jerked my shorts down, almost tearing them in two. He saw the dark place on the faded denim where my body had leaked sex juice. I'd been so excited when Billy had been fucking me....He smelled my musk too. His eyes flicked to my halter top. He tore it from my body with a quick jerk of his huge arm.
"Ohhh jesus!" I stepped back, back. The chain tightened around my neck and stopped me. Mule pulled me towards him with the leash.
"Unbutton Mule's pants," he growled. I shook my head. He gave the leash a little jerk and for an instant I couldn't breath. I grabbed his belt buckle frantically and jerked it loose. His pants slipped down his hips. He wore no underwear. I closed my eyes and turned my face away when that gigantic thing bobbed upwards. But Mule held my head and made me look. "Big, huh?"
"Y-y-yes. It's bb-big."
"It too big for any girl," Mule said bitterly. "Way too big."
Mule's cock was dark and dusky-looking. It wasn't really more than a foot long though it seemed like it. As much as anything it was the thickness that made it so big. It was as big around as the heavy end of a baseball bat, or just about. Mule shoved my hands against it. He made me curl my fingers around the shaft. They looked so small, holding his steamy flesh. While I held it, he moved his hips forward. The fleshy cover eased back from the tip. I gasped as the swollen knob was exposed. The slitted eye dripped juice and throbbed like a bomb. It felt heavy. I wondered how much blood it held.
My breath was short and high in my chest. I pulled the dark flesh back over Mule's cockhead again and let go. He was smiling down at me when I looked up. "Mule knows how to have fun though. He rubs his big cock all over young girls like you and then they suck him." He laughed and grabbed my shoulders.
"Noo ... If Louise finds out you'll be in trouble!"
"Fuck Louise!" He bellowed. "Louise don't have no say with me." His fingers hurt me. "And you won't tell her either."
He threw me onto the bed. The springs crunched down when he climbed up the mattress on his knees. His huge cock swung from side to side like a lead pendulum. I'd never seen anything like it in my life, except maybe on a horse. Mule had a bottle of something in his hand. He dumped it out over my belly. It was some kind of oil. His heavy, hard hands rubbed it in. He oiled my breasts and under my chin and down my arms. I struggled a little, but knew it wouldn't be too smart to anger him. He rolled me over onto my belly and oiled between the cheeks of my ass. His big finger gouging against my asshole sent slivers of pleasure pounding through me. I tried to hide the shivery state I found myself in.
"Please ... don't hurt mel Ohhh god, if you put that thing inside me, I'd die in five minutes."
Mule laughed. Then I felt his cock against my back. He grunted excitedly as he rubbed the exposed head around at the small of my back and down between my cheeks. The firm plump halves brushed his knob with a smooth friction. He liked the way it felt. He lowered himself over me, shoved my thighs apart. Then he fucked up and down between my plump bottom, not even trying to go in.
"Ohhh god...." I tried to hide my panting in the feather pillow. Mule tired of my ass and rolled me over again. He shoved that foot-long shaft up and down my belly. The oil smacked slickly in the hollow of my navel. My tummy heaved upwards against the huge prick. Mule's body hovered over me. He was like some strange beast who'd captured his prey and intended to prolong his feast. When that heavy cockhead brushed up over one of my nipples, I arched my back and found I could no longer keep my ass still. The oil smacked around my pink nubbin as Mule rubbed the underside of his shaft into the swelling plumpness of my tit.
"You excited ... you like Mule."
"Noooo!"
Mule wet his thumb in the oil that flopped around my navel. He held it up like a cock and grinned crazily. It was big! It almost looked like a prick because of its size. With a hungry growl, Mule pushed his hand down between my thighs and I felt the tip of his thumb raking up and down my flooding cleft. He was searching for that place in my softness, that opening into my most secret place!
I jerked and writhed on the bed. I bobbed my ass up and down when he got close to my pussy. I didn't want him to make me excited, didn't want the monster to touch me. But he found the convulsing circle of muscles and shoved his thumb against them.
"God nooo!"
My heels drummed the bed as I tried my hardest to squirm away from the pressure upwards against my bloosomed pussy. But Mule just laughed and shoved his thumb forcefully into my heat. He went in to the first knuckle and started gouging it around in circles, watching my face.
My mouth fell partway open and my lashes fluttered on my cheek. Mule pushed again and my muscles swathed his thumb with hot juice, making it easier for him to go deeper. And he did go deeper. He went so deep that I felt the very end of his thumb rubbing the mouth of my womb. Now my movements were not so controlled. I wasn't trying to get away. I was just jerking and twitching against that stiff, hard thing that felt so much like a man's cock! But I hadn't felt anything yet!
Mule started moving his thumb in and out of me! Fucking me with slow, tantalizing penetrations! It was hard to believe that it was just a thumb inside me. My pussy seemed to think it was the real thing.
The delicate folds poured out butter and sucked forcefully around the thickness that speared my cleft.
"You wiggle nice!" Mule muttered. "You got tight cunt ... you like something in it?"
A braid flopped across my mouth and I bit it, gasping for mercy. He knew what he was doing to me. No girl could resist the kind of exquisite teasing Mule was submitting me to.
Keeping his thumb deep inside me, he changed positions on the bed so that his prick was close to my face. He pulled the choke chain off over my head and then shoved the heavy head of his cock against my throat. "Close your chin down on it," he ordered. I dropped my head until I could feel the soft underside of my chin clasping the rigid cockhead. It was so big! Slowly, Mule began to pump his cock back and forth across my neck. He made a funny sound in his throat and fucked faster. His thumb was making a soppy mess of my pussy and the rhythmic tickles I felt made me close my thighs around his fist as he jabbed even deeper.
"Nhhuuuu....Ohhh god I'm so hot all over ... stop ... please stop!"
"Maybe you like for Mule to fuck you."
I guess what he said panicked me. I started kicking my heels at him, fighting him with my fists. Not that it was much of a fight. He grabbed both my wrists in one huge hand and my ankles with the other. He lifted me high above the bed and started to get up.
"Don't hurt me ... I'm sorry!" I wiggled around as he held me above his head. My oily body glistened back at me from the big mirror on the wall. I looked so thin and helpless compared to his layered, muscular body. He let me slip down against his chest. My breasts raked through his hair and I felt my thighs slipping around on either side of his jutting cock!
"What ... are ... you ... doing?"
Mule let my mound rest on his cockshaft. My feet flailed the air as my outer lips peeled open and I felt the hard heat of his excitement. I was sitting on that thing as I might straddle a tree limb I I trembled and tilted my head up to look at him. He covered my wet mouth and sucked hungrily at my lips. My pussy burst with fresh juice and I felt it coating the sides of his prick and dripping down to his balls.
"Reach back!" Mule pulled my wrists behind me. I was too afraid not to do what he wanted. I felt down behind, down under my ass cheeks. My fingers trembled over the swollen head of his cock. "Squeeze it!" he hissed, big hands pulling my willowy form against him. My titties flattened in the thick curls of his chest. I squeezed his flared cockhead like a big piece of fruit I was testing. It filled my fingers and palm. Even when I let my nails dig into the velvet smooth surface, Mule didn't act as if it hurt him. Instead he open his huge jaws and closed them down lightly around my throat.
"Huuuuhhhnnnnooo!" I knew that he could finish me off with one quick bite, but I didn't think he would. I kneaded that bulging knob of meat that swelled so hugely from the end of his cockshaft. I smeared oil around the plump lobes just under his slitted opening and ran my nails behind the ridged collar. My pussy was bloomed out around his hardness as I rode him around the room. A chair fell over as Mule brushed it with his foot.
"What does it feel like, little girl? What does Mule's cock feel like?"
My head flopped limply against his shoulder. It was hard to try and talk but I knew it would be dumb not to do what Mule wanted.
"It feels ... hot. Real hot. And it's spongy too. So smooth ... throbbing against my fingers...."
"Mule want to come ... come in you I"
"Nool You know that's impossible," I stammered, working my fingers even faster, hoping I might make the cream boil from his body before it was too late. But Mule caught my arms and trapped them behind me with one of his huge hands. He lifted my whole body like that, lifted it straight up as he held his cock at a sharp upward angle with his other hand. I thought I'd pass out with fear when I felt that glossy dome of his tip brush my slick petals back as though they were only in the way. He let my weight down a little and I sensed that my immature pussyhole was resting directly over the eye of his prick!
I flailed my legs and squirmed to escape. But already the muscular opening of my body was centered over the stream-lined tip of his cock and I felt the butter-drenched folds, opening ... opening ... so slowly they opened!
"You'll kill me, you maniac!" I screamed, trying to jerk my arms free. But my slender arms were like twigs in his palm. He laughed and let my weight down again. I could feel his other hand with my thighs. He was holding that oversized prick up so that I would skewer myself on it!
"Ghaaaaa ... nooooo!" An ache became a hurt as my poor little hole was forced wider. I fought to clear my head, tried to think. Then I concentrated as hard as I could on Closing those muscles again. I bit my bottom lip and felt the muscles around my opening spasm shut. As they did, they rode up the glossy roundness of his glans. Mule made a sound that I hadn't heard him make before. His body shuddered as it a boulder had struck it. I couldn't keep my body tensed for long. As I relaxed again, I felt my pussy's taut opening glide down over the head of Mule's cock like before.
"Motherfuck-!" His eyes went half-shut. I kicked my feet for all I was worth and my squirming made my stretched little opening squeeze around his darkened meat. A gush of sex juice trickled down.
"No, no, no!" I babbled, "if it goes in it'll split me down the middle!"
"Baby...!" Mule let my arms go and used his hand to shove down on my squirming hips. The juice popped and sucked around the place where he was trying to spear me! I knew that my weight was beginning to force my pussy down over him, but that would be the end. There wasn't room in all my body for that big cock of Mule's!
He gave an upward jerk with his hips and my ravished hole almost went around the ridge of his cockhead. I clung to the tops of his shoulders and tried to pull myself upwards. Mule's big legs shook suddenly and he staggered sideways, his heavy balls slapping his thighs.
I realized that the strangling sensation of my young pussy's opening against his cocktip had taken its toll. Again one of his knees buckled and we swayed crazily as Mule fought to keep his balance. His eyes were shut tightly now, his head had fallen to one side. And then I felt the steamy fountain shoot up into my pussyl Though Mule's cock was tightly shoved against the beginning of my hot little tunnel, I felt the foaming cum force against my womb's knotted opening. Mule's arms slipped from around my body. I felt myself falling backwards and had to hook my heels around his thighs and hold on to his big middle with both arms, wiggling wildly to keep from falling backwards on the floor.
"Wanta fuck little girl," Mule gasped, trying again to shove my hips down, trying to make me fit over his outsized prick! But I tensed my cunt muscles again and my hole rode up the smooth velvet sides of his tip, caressing him with hot juice and the curds of jizm that had begun to leak from where our bodies fitted together.
"Mmmmmm," I murmured, feeling the excitement of the slick friction as it began to affect me. I tried to shut out the hungry gnawing around my pussy, that feeling that began to tickle like mad. I was closer to coming than I wanted to be. I had no feeling for this brute animal who'd brought me to this strange house. I wanted Billy-my Billy! But the hot strings of Mule's cum leaked back over my clit and set it to tingling with a new fever. I could hear the cream crackling and sucking as the big man lunged towards the bed.
"Noooo!" I knew what he was going to do. He was going to get on top of me and try to ram that thick cock into me for one final spurt!
I guess I heard the noise from somewhere in the house the instant Mule fell on the bed with me. In his excitement to plunge that monster cock into my body, he hadn't heard a thing. I was aware of being crushed down into the mattress as he fell, and knew that now he could finish my pussy off with that huge thing if he wanted. But the noise ... like glass breaking in another room. But Mule still hadn't heard. He grabbed my writhing hips. "Gonna fuck you now!"
"Nooo Mule!"
The door burst open. Billy stood there in the room, a rifle in his hands. Mule pushed himself up and moved around the end of the bed like an ape.
"Where I come from," Billy said, "people don't argue with a Winchester." He lowered the barrel a little. I could see his jaw twitching and the knuckles on his trigger hand were white. Mule grunted and leaned against the wall.
I had already grabbed my clothes and dabbed some of Mule's cum off my body. I was in such a state of confusion that I trembled all over as I went and shoved my head against Billy's chest. "Thank god you got here ... thank god!" He held the rifle out in front of him with one hand now as we backed towards the door.
"Don't follow us, big man." The rifle barrel dipped at Mule's belly. "I'm good with this thing." Billy pulled me into the hall and we hurried downstairs and out of the big house. His pickup was parked a half-a block away.
"Aren't you afraid he'll follow us in his car?" I asked as Billy screamed away from the curb.
"He ain't goin' nowhere," Billy said. "Not without air in his tires."
I clung to Billy's middle and let the sobs of fear boil up. It was over! I was free from all my tormentors-Nat Holden and Louise and that awful Mule. Billy had found me. Somehow, some way he'd found me.
"Where we going, Billy?"
"Remember I told you I had this cheap room." He kissed the top of my head.
"Oh, I'm dying to see it! I really am!"
Billy spread his fingers on my bare belly.
"The bed ain't bad either," he laughed. My skin tingled with expectation.
SEVEN
The prickling spray of water seemed to bring me back. I knew I'd been half-insane during that terrible period of captivity in Nat Holden's trailer. But I was washing the past away. No one knew where I was. Not my folks, not that awful Louise. I needed only one person to take care of me now. Billy. I worked up a thick lather on my hands and smoothed my breasts and shoulders. White bubbles dripped from my nipples. Did Billy like the way I was built? I prayed he did. I still wasn't grown up. And my titties wouldn't ever be those big, heavy kind.
"Hey, how long you staying in that shower?" Billy called. The bathroom door opened. I could see the shape of his body through the curtain as I turned to let the water flow over my face. Billy stooped outside the shower curtain. I saw him stepping out of his jeans, hanging his shirt on the door. My pussy glowed suddenly without my even touching it. I'd never in my life taken a shower with a man! It seemed so ... so naughty in a way. And so right. When the man was Billy!
"Move over," he laughed, jerking the curtain back. His slim, strong body bumped mine as the spray wet us. His hands pressed against the small of my back, pulling my belly and mound against his thigh. I groaned and kissed his chest.
"I still can't hardly believe it," he whispered. His tongue worked at the lobe of my ear. I shivered and cooed through my nostrils. Then the bar of soap slipped from my fingers. Billy laughed when it smacked the bottom of the tub. He picked it up.
"Ohhhh Billy. Just rubbing against you makes me want to...." I blushed. Billy took my chin and made me look up at him.
"What does it make you want to do?"
"To ... come!" I dropped my lashes. Then Billy was kissing the short bridge of my nose, licking at my freckles. His fingers surrounded each curvy cheek of my ass and he began to gently massage them. I felt my butter flowing again. My nipples poked against his chest. I felt suddenly very mischievous. I took the soap bar from Billy and started rubbing it against his back. I rubbed lower, steeling my nerve. I'd never really touched a man that much. Especially not one I really cared about. But I giggled just thinking about what I'd decided to do. I shoved the soap down between the cheeks of Billy's ass and laughed when he jumped. "Hey!"
"You shy?" It was my turn to tease. The soap slipped from my hands and hit the bottom of the tub, but my fingers were white with lather. I wiggled a finger against my lover's taut hole. He tightened himself against me, but the finger was more slippery than I thought. It surprised me too when it pushed into the tightened vortex and up into his guts.
"Uhhhh...." Billy's slack mouth fell against my neck. He kissed me sloppily, his breath ragged and forced. I'd almost jerked my finger back out again, since I hadn't meant to go that far anyway. But when I saw what it was doing to Billy, I grew curious.
"If it hurts, I'll take it out," I whispered. My whole body was alive with lusty excitement. I prayed he would let me keep playing with him. There was so much I wanted to discover.
"Baby ... jesus christ ... nobody ever did this-"
I bit my bottom lip and dared to shove deeper. My finger slipped in so easily! And it wasn't a nasty feeling at all. Everything was slick and warm and there was a lump down close to where Billy's balls grew ... a lump that pulsed powerfully as I gouged it with a fingernail.
"Shit-whooooo, shit!"
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
For an answer, Billy grabbed my face and covered my feverish lips with his. He sucked and ate at my mouth as I wiggled my slender finger deeper and deeper into his body. With a whimper of excitement, I grabbed his cock too and slowly began to jack it. The shower covered us with its warm spray. I thought I must be in heaven.
"Where'd you learn this?" Billy managed to moan.
"Just now. With you!" I laughed merrily. "No kidding!"
Billy pinched my upturned nose. "You know, I believe you. I don't think you know how to tell a lie."
We kissed again, slower this time. I sucked softly against Billy's tongue when he pushed it between my teeth. And all the time I kept rubbing that hard knot of muscle deep inside his body. It seemed to be swelling bigger all the time, throbbing back against my teasing touch.
"Honey ... you're tearing me up," Billy sighed. He kept hugging my back, flattening my small breasts against his body. My nipples were tickled and rubbed by his chest hair and it made me itch in a sexy way, made me want to rub him harder.
I was intensely aware of his cock in my palm too. It was a beautiful cockl It wasn't an overgrown baseball bat like Mule's. And it wasn't too short or too limp or too anything! It was just right. The smooth curve of his tip seemed to fit my curled fingers just perfectly! When I jakced the skin back, that barb darkened and swelled out with hot blood. When I tucked my hand up against the mushroom head, it swelled again. Billy looked sweet enough to eatl
"Wow ... baby ... what are you doing?"
No sooner had the idea hit me than I slipped to my knees in the warm spray of the shower. My finger still worked gently in Billy's guts, kneading his potent gland to an ever-increasing pitch of excitement. And now my eager little mouth opened as I held my man's lovely prick steady and plunged down over it. It speared almost into my throat, but I fought down the urge to gag. My tongue went crazy! I worked it furiously along the fevered underside of his cockshaft. The little ridges and bumps throbbed with new life as I suckled noisily. And Billy reacted in a way that made the juice flood from my own hot little slit! "Honey ... Trudy baby ... god ... damn ... shit ... I"
"Mmmmmmm," I cooed, shoving my head back and forth, taking his hot tip to the edges of my throat and then pulling back to let my spit-slick lips encircle that tender knob.
And now I'd found the most sensitive place inside him too! My fingernail pushed into the pounding gland, setting off nerve explosions that made Billy's body buck and twitch as he stood there in the hot spray of the shower.
"Slow down Trudy ... or I'm gonna ... gonna ... gonna come!"
I slipped his cocktip from between my lips and looked up at him with love. "It's okay if you come! I want to eat your stuff. I want to suck it all out of you and eat it!
"Trudy...."
I looked down at the pulsing glans as I started to jack him again. It was like a slick and tender piece of fruit! I could hardly wait to get the pretty thing inside my mouth again! I flicked the end of it with my tongue as I tickled my finger deep inside Billy's asshole. Billy's hips jerked as he tried to bury the exposed prickmeat deeper, always deeper.
"So you like it, do you?" I teased, flicking him again with a hot lick. I got my fingers tangled in his balls and moved them around in the slickness of their sack. Inside his body I began to plunge my finger in and out of the feverish gland.
"Ohh damn it ... suck me! I'm gonna lose it any minute!"
"What are you gonna lose, honey?" I whispered, enjoying my newfound power. Then I let that stiff, hot prick ride over my quivering tongue, back to the start of my throat. Billy grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my mouth forcefully. At first a moment of fright made me stiffen. But I was remembering all those other experiences ... I'd forgotten that this was Billy. I didn't care what he did with me, really. I loved him.
So I whimpered with excitement and let him hold my head still like that and fuck me, fuck my lips and teeth and tongue. I let him fuck until he was fucking my throat and the hot sounds of his slick tip being swallowed echoed from my nostrils. Then it was my turn to take control.
I shoved my finger down hard against the exploding gland and kept it there without moving. Billy's belly went rock-hard and he shivered all over. He stopped fucking my mouth. He made funny sounds in his throat. "Trudy...."
I took my mouth away from his pricktip and looked at it. I was being cool. It wasn't easy. Every muscle in his body was shivering. I kept my forefinger tight against that gland inside his guts. Then, with tantalizing slowness, I began to lap at the knob of his cock, pretending it was a huge lollipop. My tongue curved under that bulging ridge and I dragged it back gingerly. I pursed my lips and pushed them up and down over his knob, my hot spit dribbling out, leaking down his shaft and into the dark curls around his balls. "Nuuuhhhhhh!"
"I never thought I'd say this," I murmured, "but your cock is sooo pretty, Billy!" Poor Billy couldn't answer back. He was having a hard time just standing up. "When I pet it with my tongue, it really gets big. And I can feel your gland inside...." I wiggled my nail against the swelling. My pussy was pulsing with a strong, even rhythm. I'd been so concerned with loving Billy that I'd forgotten how hungry my cunt was for him. In my excitement to be fucked, I jerked my finger out of Billy's body. My lips were squirming around the head of his cock at that very instant and I felt the jerking throbs begin.
"Fuck!" Billy grabbed my shoulders hard as a squirting spray of hot cum coated the inside of my mouth. I hadn't guessed he was that close! I didn't want to tease him any more now! I just wanted him to enjoy it! I sucked his shaft deeper and danced my tongue frantically against his most sensitive places. The little divide between the lobes of his tip. The smooth and glossy place where his small opening foamed seed! I sucked all these places hungrily, bobbing my head, wrapping my lips tightly around the base of his shaft.
Hot seed leaked from the corners of my mouth. I let the curds fall into the bottom of the tub and watched the water float them away. Billy came until my tummy felt warm and full. I had to turn off the shower myself and even help dry him. He kept looking at me and shaking his head.
"I just love you," I whispered, rubbing my mound up against his thigh. God, I was hot!
We dried off and went into the bedroom. Billy's apartment was kind of rundown, but cozy. I bounced around the room while he lay on the bed watching. He kept smiling at the way my small breasts jiggled when I pranced on tiptoe. "They're awfully small, aren't they?" I said, pouting, lifting one immature swell up so the nipple would jut out.
"I don't care if that's all the biggest they ever get," Billy said. His cock lay against his thigh. It wasn't all the way soft, but it sure wasn't hard either. My hungry pussy tightened as if it was dying to get a little fresh, warm meat. My movements around the room made my slick linings caress my clit. The sensation was maddening! When I thought Billy wasn't watching, I plunged a finger down between the halves of my mound and dug against the tiny nubbin until flames burst through my tummy.
"What are you doing?" Billy laughed, pushing himself up on elbows.
"What? Ohhh nothing. Nothing at all." I sneaked the finger back out but as I swung near the bed, Billy grabbed my wrist and shoved the very same finger up to his nose. I could see the slick butter from my body clinging to the knuckles. Billy nodded as he sniffed it. Then he plunged it into his mouth and sucked it clean with his tongue. Thrills blasted over my flesh and I started to pant
"How can you do any good with this little thing?" he said, holding my finger up between us.
"It's stiffer than that is right now!" I giggled, pointing at his limp cock.
"Come here!" he laughed, grabbing my slender waist and throwing me across the bed. I kicked and tried to get away, but Billy shoved my thighs apart and buried his mouth in my damp curls. I still fought him, but the tip of his tongue was doing naughty, wonderful things to my clit. My muscles twitched and my giggles faded as he stroked and petted and sucked that sensitive nubbin of nerves.
"Ohhhhh ... Billy ... Ohhhh god!"
"You taste like an angel," he breathed, "you taste so sweet and young!"
I grabbed his hair, twisted my fingers deep in it and pulled his chin hard against my hole. It went in a little, stretching back the muscles. And his teeth cut against the small inner petals. But just as it was getting good, Billy pulled his mouth away and lay on his back beside me.
"Ohhh god, honey! Ohhh god!" I petted his chest and kissed one of the tiny male nipples. But he only grinned, his eyes shut. He was teasing me! He was getting me back for all the sweet torture I'd given him in the shower.
"If you don't make me come," I said, "I'm gonna do it to myself." "Hey, that might be interesting."
I sat there beside him, my legs in a lotus position so that every square inch of my pussy was stretched wide open. Then I licked a forefinger and began to rub it up and down the swollen ridge of my clit. A shiver of pleasure made my shoulders shake. Then a jolt of ecstasy rocked my senses. I threw back my head and babbled as I stroked and fucked myself with my finger.
Billy wasn't laughing anymore. He was watching me with wide eyes. I liked his eyes, the curve of his mouth. I loved him. I hoped that some day he'd let me watch him jack off! "You really know how, don't you?" he asked.
"Sure ... it's my body!" I closed my eyes and worked a finger of my other hand up into my hole. The juices sucked around my movements and now the knuckles on both hands were glossy.
"You're driving me up the wall now," Billy said. "Come on!" He pulled me over, made me straddle his shoulders. But the position wasn't quite right and I had to scooch up. Then I saw what he wanted. He wanted me to sit on his face!
"Oh wow. I've never done anything like this before!"
"Me neither." Billy pushed my knees even wider apart. My cunt bloomed down to his lips as the hot honey dripped. His tongue flicked upwards, luring me close. I could feel his hot breath. His fingers kneaded my thighs and ass cheeks. Then I gave a shuddering moan and plunged my peeled pussy down against his open mouthl
"Ooooooo!" I squirmed my body down hard, my head thrown back.
I couldn't believe how soft Billy's lips were against my tenderest place-and how strong his tongue felt as it plunged deep up into my hole! I ground down hard against the devastating friction. Then I rocked my hips and thrilled at the slick suck of my pussy over his mouth. My nipples were rigid pink fingers that begged to be touched. I touched them. Gently at first and then, as the shivering lust caught me up, I pinched them until my whole body shuddered and shook.
"Ohh Billy ... eat me hard ... eat me all up!"
I was on my knees on the mattress, Billy's head between my parted thighs. And as I plunged my body in a fucking motion, my toes fanned wide and pointed backwards. I had been so damned hot that already I could feel the itchy beginnings that would grow and swell until I screamed. And I couldn't keep my body from falling, it seemed. Billy caught me as I swayed to the side and went over. He still plunged his tongue around in my feverish slit. He was drinking my slick butter! Nursing the stalk of my clit with his tongue and lips.
I was on my back now, fucking my ass around wildly. "Ohhh I can't stand it! Ohh Billy, fuck me if you can!" I tried to reach his cock but my hands fluttered uselessly. "Is it h-h-hard yet, honey? Ohhh fuck me with it ... fuck me hard!"
Billy threw me around as his mouth nipped at my neck and shoulders. He was trying to climb on top, trying to quiet my writhing body enough so he could get his cock in. And now I knew he was hard. I felt that lovely thing slap against the inside of my thigh. It was still damp from my mouth.
"I can't wait!" I groaned, my ass dancing with fever against the mattress.
"Honey ... hold still, damn it! You're as crazy as a wild pony!"
"Hold me darling! Ohh get on top of me and fuck me!" I was screaming now, the fury of my hungers all coming at once. Billy caught my wrists and pinned them back on the bed. It was like reliving a part of my past experience. That frenzied thrill of being held down while a man's big cock swayed close to my clasping pussy! I bucked furiously, but Billy was strong. His fingers dug into my flesh a little. I loved the hurt of it, loved the feeling of being taken.
"Christ you're beautiful!" he gasped, covering my mouth. Our lips sucked wildly as he tongued me. His chest flattened my tits. I squirmed under him, cooing with excitement, my nostrils flared. "You're slick!" he said, shoving the head of his cock up against my wetness. My inner blooms peeled back for him and when I bobbed my ass up and down, the muscles inside my hole smoothed over his barb. Then they went tight around it, strangling it as I gritted my teeth and bore down. "Baby ... jesus fucking christ!"
"I'm gonna keep it all up inside me!" I moaned, holding his cockhead with my muscles as I tossed my bottom wildly. The friction had to be intense! Billy's mouth flopped against my neck and then he started to bite me there. We got our legs and arms all tangled up and rolled around like snakes on the bed. Then he brought his hips forward powerfully and his cock drove past my sucking muscles and deep, deep into my steamy body!
"Yhhhaaaaaa!" I went dizzy with the sensation of being speared so completely! My legs flailed high in the air and then I brought them down across Billy's strong back. I clasped my slender body to his, my thighs spread as far as they would go, heels digging at the cheeks of his ass. And he still had my hands pinned above my head as he fucked upwards with quick, sharp jolts.
Each time his hips crashed into mine, his cockhead pushed into the very end of my pussy! I twisted my body to make the friction even better. My clit was a messy, slick nubbin of live nerves! It was squashed under the base of Billy's prick every time he slid deep.
"Billy ... it's sooo good. I never felt anything so good!"
"I'm crazy about your body," he gasped, licking one of my breasts. Slowly, he sucked the nipple between his teeth and bit down. My head flopped around as the tendrils of pure pleasure spread through my flesh.
Then Billy did something wild and crazy. He pulled his prick from my pussy and rolled me over
-n my belly. Then his strong fingers hooked my hips and he pulled me up so I was on all fours.
"Here's how a stallion takes care of a mare," he said, mounting me. I squealed as his cock angled upwards into my seeping hole. It made a slick, sucking sound as he lunged and drove it into the heat of my pussy. And though my clit wasn't being rubbed directly now, the new position, the rub of his belly against my ass cheeks, made me choke with passion.
Billy reached under my body and clasped both my breasts. He squeezed and fondled them as he fucked me.
"You ... so ... big!" I babbled, rolling my bottom around as he slowly forced his barb against my womb. Butter flooded out of my body. I reached back and felt the glossy slickness of Billy's balls. And then I started to come and my other arm gave out and I plunged down against the bed, my ass stuck high as Billy held my hips and rammed like a wild man!
"Ohh ... yesss ... ohhh do it, do it, do it!"
"Trudy ... christ almighty, you're hot and tight!"
"This is heaven ... it's got to be!" I couldn't keep my bottom shoved up like that much longer. And as if he realized I was about to collapse under his weight, Billy yanked his cock from me for the second time and rolled me onto my back like before.
I was crazy by now ... flopping and jerking and twitching all over the place as Billy struggled to get the bulging knob of his cock into my hole again.
Somehow he did it and I felt the thick, feverish meat fill me completely.
I came, each burst of pleasure rolling through my muscles and nerves. I screamed. Not very loud. More like whimpers. Whimpers of satisfaction as the blistering lust came to a boiling point and took me. My pussy raged with the powerful convulsion. I felt the slick velvet of my insides clasping and writhing around Billy's cock. Thick white sap boiled from his tip. And when our wild tossing had quieted, I could feel the strings leaking from my ravished little cunt
"What are you doing?" Billy said.
I was on my knees, hovering over his crotch. His cock leaned limply to one side, but it was still kind of hard. I held it gently in my palm and licked every curd of jizm I could find. There were flecks of cream in his cockhair too and I sucked each curl glistening clean. Then, as another string leaked from my pussy, I wound it on my finger and pushed the finger deep into my mouth. I looked at Billy then, my eyes round and happy with love.
"It's part of you. I don't want any of it ever to be wasted!"
"Jesus god!" Billy grabbed my by the shoulders and pulled me down on the bed beside him. Then he kissed my cummy mouth until I thought I would faint. I'd learned so much, lived so much in the past months. But now I knew that my life was really beginning.
