The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Kristy, Wendy and Fran, three young girls experimenting with their newly awakened sexuality, the change from childhood to womanhood is difficult and filled with anxiety. In their confusion about their sexual natures and true desires, they find themselves victims of lust rather than partners in loving.
RAPED TEENAGERS is the story of young girls searching for the meaning of sex, struggling to mature. It is a novel about the difficult transitional period through which we must all go.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Look at that bitch move her fucking ass!" Kristy McDonald blushed. The two guys in the booth behind her were laughing and joking loudly. "Man, I'd fuck that sweet cunt in a minute." Kristy sipped her cola. The disco beat was pounding in her head. She moved her shoulders in time to the music. The hard-driving rhythm made her blood race. The noise in the crowded room hurt her ears. The flickering lights blinded her. "Jesus, I gotta suck them fucking tits. Look at the size of them knockers, man."
"Biggest tits I've ever seen. She ain't wearing a bra, either. Look at her nipples poking out. Fuck, she's beautiful."
Kristy tried to ignore the boys behind her. They weren't talking so crudely about her, after all. They were slobbering over one of the girls out on the dance floor-Wendy.
Kristy smiled to herself as she spotted Wendy again. Her girl friend was crushed in among a group of young men, humping them back as they pumped their tight asses and half-hard cocks into her hips and thighs.
Wendy threw her arms high over her head. Her huge tits lifted and thrust outward. Her hard nipples drilled into the stretched, thin material of her tight, black tank top. Her tits jiggled wildly as she jerked her hips, twisted her shoulders, tossed her long dark hair from side to side behind her.
She was grinning. So were all the boys around her. Most of the other girls were just glaring.
Kristy sighed. She really admired Wendy. She envied those beautiful, full tits of hers, so big and round and hard and high on her chest, like those of a little girl just blooming. Kristy ached to have long, slim legs like Wendy's. And the ability to use them like Wendy could. She was a fantastic dancer.
"I'm telling you, buddy, I gotta fuck that beautiful little cunt. Look at that tight ass."
"Give me them mother-fucking tits, man, and you can have her fucking pussy."
Kristy shook her head as she watched Wendy dance. Why couldn't those two ass-holes back there keep their voices down? For God's sake, it was blasting in here already.
Kristy's eyes stayed on her girl friend's gyrating young body. Wendy was surrounded by a dozen fantastic-looking guys and no wonder. She was a wildcat out there. She whirled like a maniac, squatted, leaped, stretched, twisted her body into the sexiest poses imaginable. She held each pose for a brief second, and then she was gone, just as a pair of hands reached out for her tits.
"Damn. Oh, damn. I'm gonna come in my pants if she keeps doing that."
"I'm gonna come in her cunt, if I get the fucking chance."
Wendy's skirt, a very short, tight wrap-around of stark white, was cut to expose the tops of her black stockings and the taut, black straps of her garter belt. It was an outfit of her own design. It even turned Kristy on, so she could just imagine what it was doing to those poor, teenage boys.
Kristy crossed her legs self-consciously. She had on a slightly longer skirt, looser around her thighs. It was white. Her stockings were flesh-toned, and her garter belt, like her bra and her panties, was white. She wore a demure blouse. Demure, that is, in relation to what Wendy had on. Kristy's blouse was amply filled with her own tits, but her tits weren't quite so spectacularly immense as Wendy's.
"My God, she has the tightest fucking ass I've ever seen."
"Just give me them big milk jugs, boy."
Kristy whimpered to herself as she overheard the boys and their vile talk. She sincerely hoped they weren't talking about her classmate and best girl friend, Wendy. But she knew they were. Only Wendy had such magnificent tits. Only Wendy had such a narrow ass. Yes, even though the other young girls out on the dance floor were flaunting really beautiful bodies, dressed in the most suggestive outfits they could devise, only Wendy was making every damned male in the disco drool their lecherous, fucking brains out.
Kristy lifted the glass to her moist lips and took another sip of the lukewarm cola. She leaned her head back against the leather-covered bench. The music went on and on, driving the heavy beat into her brain. Her whole body throbbed to the pulsing rhythm.
She rolled her head and once again sought out her beautiful girl friend. Absently, she dropped one hand to her lap. It was nice and dark back here in the rear of the disco. Under cover of the table, Kristy worked the hem of her skirt high up on her thighs, tucking the bunched material tightly around her quivering belly.
She caressed the warm, moist bare flesh above the tops of her tight stockings, kneading her skin hard. Her wrist moved lightly against the front of her panties.
She kept her eyes on Wendy, watching the young teenage girl writhe between two hard male bodies. Wendy twisted as she danced, faced first one, then the other, almost but not quite mashing her gigantic tits against their pressing chests. Kristy was always amazed at the way Wendy teased and tormented the boys around her, offering every inch of her delicious young body, promising every thrill in the book, yet somehow managing to never even allow a firm caress.
"What a talent!" Kristy muttered to herself.
Kristy spread her thighs slightly. Her skin was moist and warm down there. She felt a vague, wonderful itch growing stronger up between her pussy lips. She pressed her palm up against the front of her panties. She twitched at her own touch. She was so fucking horny tonight she couldn't stand it.
Her cunt was burning. Her clit was an ember.
She slipped lower on the bench and opened her legs wider. She worked her fingers inside the tight, elastic band around the leg hole, and forced the taut material aside, exposing her lovely, puffy cunt lips-but only to her own probing fingers.
She stiffened her index finger and rubbed it slowly between her cunt lips, slicing it into her slit like a hot knife through soft butter. She was already gooey with lubrication. The smell of her own sweetly fragrant juices wafted up to her nose from under the table.
She thrust her finger deep up her channel. A low moan escaped her lips. Oh, that felt so nice. So fucking nice.
Her eyes stayed locked on Wendy, but they grew glazed and droopy as she rubbed the tip of her finger up and down along the upper part of her tight little slit. She felt her clit swelling quickly under her finger.
"Mmmmm," she moaned quietly, a slight smile playing over her sensuous lips.
She tightened her ass cheeks and lifted her cunt mound, making it rise and fall against her palm, fucking her finger. Her clit swelled thick and hard, grew exquisitely sensitive. Her cunt channel oozed and drooled the delightful fluids of a young girl.
"Oh, God," she groaned, feeling the muscles in her belly tighten. She itched all over now. It was too fucking hot in here. How she wished she'd left off her bra, like Wendy had. She longed to grab her tits, grip her nipples between her fingers and really squeeze the mother-fucking hell out of them, hurt them, pull them, twist them, love them.
Her finger circled the swollen nub of her clit, smearing the sweet goo all over within her tight channel. She dragged gobs of thick fluid out from between her cunt lips, wiping it all over her fat little cunt mound.
She had very little cunt hair. It had worried her for a long time. She had been afraid that she wasn't going to make the wonderful change during puberty to a lovely, young teenage girl. But it had eventually happened, in spite of all her needless worry. She was simply destined to wear a light and downy muff of cunt hair, that was all. No lush forest of thick dark curls for her like Wendy had.
Too bad, she thought. She and Wendy had talked about it a lot of times. More often lately, while they showered together. Wendy's cunt was covered with a beautiful thick bush of dark brown hair, all soft and curly. Peeping out from under that lush nest was the sweetest little pink, puffy cunt that Kristy had ever laid eyes on. And she longed to lay hands on it.
Now, she opened her legs as wide as she could under the table, banging her knees against the edge of the bench on which she was sitting. Her ass cheeks rested on the very edge of the seat. Her finger raced wildly up and down in the slippery crease of her young cunt.
She felt her juices trickling between her spread thighs, wetting the leather of the bench. Her clit ll was ready to burst. She began rolling her head from side to side against the back of the seat, moaning low, rocking her ass and hips backward and forward in a quick, fucking motion, humping her clit against her finger.
The music cut off suddenly. The silence was so sudden and so great that it actually hurt. But after a brief moment of pain, the noise blasted over her again.
Suddenly, Wendy was throwing herself onto the bench across from Kristy.
"Hey!" Wendy shouted, her voice light and breathless. She was laughing. She shifted her ass around on the seat and picked up her glass. She downed a giant swig of the watery cola.
"Blah. Tastes like piss."
Kristy forced a smile to her lips. Oh, she groaned inwardly. She was quivering on the very verge of coming. And it promised to be one gut-wrenching come at that. Oh, damn.
Wendy saw the glaze in her girl friend's pretty blue eyes. She grinned as she lowered the drink to the table. Her own dark eyes twinkled.
"Naught, naughty, Kristy," she giggled.
Kristy sucked her lower lip. Her hand remained between her wide-open thighs for another few seconds, then she slowly withdrew it, closed her legs. She tried to squeze the come out of her clit, tightening her thighs as hard as she could, but the crest had been lost. Her hard come vanished unborn. She brought her hand up onto the table.
"I'm horny, that's all," she said casually. But the blush that spread across her lovely face told Wendy her horniness was a lot more than casual. She really needed it.
Wendy leaned forward over the table and reached for Kristy's hand..
"So am I, honey," she said. She gave Kristy's hand a quick hard squeeze, then let go and sat back up. She tossed her long dark hair and brushed a trickle of sweat from her forehead with a quick stroke of her wrist.
Kristy felt something against her knees. She frowned, then shot a look at Wendy. Wendy winked, raised her eyebrows and grinned. Kristy gulped, then pursed her lips and nodded.
And then she spread her knees apart.
Wendy's foot slipped up between Kristy's sweaty thighs. It was stockinged, but shoeless. Kristy shut her eyes as she felt the other teenager's warm foot easing up against her sensitive cunt mound. Delicate toes wiggled, worked their way between Kristy's wet pussy lips, and pressed tenderly against her aching swollen clit button.
Kristy groaned with pleasure. She closed her legs part way, and began humping her cunt against Wendy's nylon-clad foot. Wendy stiffened her leg, locked her knee, and pressed harder against
Kristy's slowly moving pussy.
She could feel the hot juices wetting the toes of her stocking. It thrilled her. They had never done this before, but it had seemed like the natural thing to do, under the circumstances.
After all, they were both eighteen. They could do what they pleased. Wendy watched Kristy's pretty face as she worked her toes over the girl's wet clit. Kristy was loving it. She was moaning quietly, rolling her head, licking her beautiful, sexy lips.
Wendy longed to kiss those sweet lips, and found herself licking her own lips in the same, slow rhythm. She delighted in the feeling of Kristy's hot wet cunt pumping in that slow rhythm against the bottom of her foot. She countered the rhythm with her own soft, loving pressure.
Wendy felt her cunt growing warmer, wetter. She was just as horny as her girl friend. It had been a long time since she'd been fucked. It must be even worse for Kristy. Kristy was still a virgin.
Wendy mashed the heel of her foot against Kristy's clit, grinding the firm nubbin hard against her pelvic bone. Kristy moaned with the mixture of pleasure and pain. She was growing hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter. She could feel the gasping breathlessness of her approaching climax. It was coming. It was coming, so nice and slow. It was going to be so fucking hard. So fucking wonderful.
"Hey, ladies! Let's boogie!"
It was the two guys from the rear booth. They were standing right beside the table, grinning down at the two young girls.
* * *
"Come on, Fran."
Rick shook his head in annoyance at the teenager. She was cowering in the corner of the van. Her blouse dangled open. She reached up, her hands trembling, and drew the material together over her small tits.
"Don't be a fucking tease, Fran."
"I think I'd better go back inside now, Rick," the young girl said, her voice a tiny whisper. She had been staring at the floor. Now she lifted her eyes to look at the handsome young' man. He wasn't happy with her. She wasn't too happy with herself, either.
"Forget it, bitch," Rick snorted at her. He was resting casually back on a thick pile of loose blankets. He watched the girl closely, studying the reaction to his words.
So far, so good. He figured if she really got scared, she would just get out, without trying to bargain. If she simply fled the truck, he'd let the little tease go, and damn good riddance.
But she was sure pretty. He'd picked her up inside the disco. He was certain she was younger than the age she told him. Her body was a trifle too slim and petite, her tits too neat and small and high on her chest, to be eighteen years old. And her face was beautiful in a way that only a very young teenager's face can be. No, Fran was at least a couple of years shy of eighteen, maybe more.
Fran gulped hard as she watched the boy's eyes travel over her body. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She was both frightened and excited to be here, alone with a boy. Af first, she'd been bold. She'd decided to show her older sister that she wasn't a spoiled little bitch at all, but a woman. Ha, Fran thought. I'm not a woman, yet. I'm a stupid little virgin. How the hell I get myself into these situations, I'll never know.
She had been thrilled when Rick left the other two guys and came over to her table. She was with a couple of her girl friends. They were all out tonight, experimenting with their new-found charms, their pretty, developing tits, their sexy new clothes. Finding out about boys-and men.
She had quickly agreed to dance with him, and when he'd held her close, whispered those dangerous, exhilarating words in her ear, she had nearly fainted. She rushed back to her table and gasped out her report to the other girls. They had been as thrilled, and as scared, as Fran. They all agreed that she should go out to the truck with him. He was handsome. He was an older man, at least to them. He was sophisticated.
Fran had left her friends, and gone back to Rick on the floor.
"Sure," she had said, trying desperately to sound cool and casual about it. "I'd like to."
Rick had moved slowly, pumping his bulging pants toward her as he took her hand. He led her off the floor, and outside. It was cool. The stars were bright. They walked hand in hand across the parking lot to Rick's truck. He unlocked the side door, and helped Fran step up.
"Wow," she had said, seeing the inside of the van. It was littered with thick soft blankets. A huge pile of them had been stacked carelessly against the rear side of the motor covering. There was a small, portable refrigerator at the back of the van, and two gigantic speakers for the tape deck up front, one on either side of the refrigerator.
To Fran, it was wonderful. She'd heard about customized vans, but never seen one. She was sure this was the height of fashion in such things, if only because the boy had told her it was.
Rick snorted at her again. Dumb little broad. But what a great little body. Tight and neat and clean. Just the way he liked them.
Fran was squatting on her heels. Her hands shook as she held her unbuttoned blouse closed over her tits. She had let the boy undo the buttons, but when he began feeling her tits, cupping them and stroking them gently through the thin, silken cups of her bra, she had gotten frightened. She'd never been touched by a boy, anywhere. She wanted to let him go on, touch her tits, touch her everywhere. Her tits ached to feel a boy's hands on them. She ached other places, too. But Rick had started in too fast. Kissing the girl's thin lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue, unbuttoning her pretty blouse. It all came at her too fast. She needed more time.
She watched his eyes. They mocked her innocence, her lack of experience. She knew he didn't want to give her time. Maybe that was part of the male-female game, she thought. The girl begs for time, the boy demands her surrender immediately.
Fran felt the blood rushing in her ears. Oh, how she wanted to be felt up! She could feel her belly muscles quivering in expectation of that gentle, stroking hand trailing so lightly downward over her skin, pausing briefly at her cute little bellybutton, tickling her before moving on, downward. Downward. Her thighs clenched. She could almost feel the boy's hand clawing at her defenseless young cunt, pawing at her pussy mound, trying to ram a finger or two up inside her virgin cunt.
"Come off it, honey. Nobody's going to hurt you, for God's sake. Come on," Rick coaxed the girl. "Take your blouse off, Fran. You'll like it. I promise."
Fran hesitated still. Damn. She wanted to do it. She longed with all her soul to strip herself naked for this handsome hunk of young manhood. Or better, she longed for him to suddenly leap on her, rip the clothing from her struggling body and throw her down on the blankets. She would claw at him, fight him, grit her teeth and groan with the effort as he forced his hands over her tits, squeezing them until the tears flooded out of her eves, and ramming his fucking cock into her virgin cunt hole as far as it could go.
And fuck the shit out of her.
But she shivered. She was scared and excited and horny and all mixed up.
Rick sighed.
"Listen," he said, sitting upright on the blankets. "Either take your damned clothes off, or get the hell out of my truck."
Fran's eyes darted about. Finally, she settled her gaze on Rick's face. He looked a lot older than twenty to her. She wondered if he suspected how young she really was.
"I'm a virgin," she said in a whisper.
"I figured that, doll," Rick told her. He had settled back on the blankets again.
She took a deep breath and shuddered all over.
"You're making too big a deal out of it, honey.
Let it happen. You'll like it."
Fran straightened her shoulders, shifted on her heels. She licked her lips quickly.
"Don't hurt me, will you?" she said.
"Take off your clothes, honey," Rick told her, keeping his voice tender. He didn't want to scare her off, now that she'd made her decision.
Fran gripped the sides of her blouse in tight little fists. Shaking, she slowly pulled the edges apart. She slipped the blouse back off her shoulders and down her arms. She put her arms behind her back, and pulled the sleeves of the blouse off her wrists.
Rick watched. He felt his cock reacting immediately. His pants bulged at the crotch. His cock hurt, longing to ram home up this young cunt's beautiful, tight slit.
Fran left the blouse on the floor behind her. She started to bring her hands back around in front of her body, but she saw the glittering eyes taking in the vision of her pretty little tits, so she left her hands behind her back. She pulled her shoulders back a bit, too, to accent the size of her tits.
Rick gulped hard. The youngster's bra was tight. The cups were smooth and stark white. Both small cups were beautifully rounded, filled with the child's delightful young tits perfectly rounded, untouched.
His cock jerked.
"Do you like them?" Fran asked, slightly emboldened at the man's obvious delight in her tits.
Rick could only nod. Fran smiled, in spite of her hesitation about doing this.
She felt her tiny nipples grow hard. She blushed when she realized they were swelling into the centers of the white cups of her bra, poking the material outward, exposing her excitement to the young man.
"I'm glad you like them, Rick," she said. Her voice, without the slightest conscious effort, had become a bit huskier, a bit sexier. A lot less frightened. She found she actually enjoyed being looked at like that. Rick's eyes were locked to her tits.
Imagine what he'll do if I take off the bra, Fran told herself. She twisted her arms up behind her back and unhooked the bra strap. The smooth cups sagged away from her apple-sized tits as she brought her arms back around in front of her. She hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps and pulled them down to her elbows. The white cups fell away from her incredible young tits, revealing the lovely mounds to a boy's eyes for the first time in her life. Her nipples popped into hard little buttons of pale brown flesh.
Rick's cock twitched vigorously at the sight. He loved small tits. He loved Fran's sweet little tits. So small and delicate, yet full and firm and smooth and flawless. So fucking beautiful he could eat them right off her chest.
His mouth was watering.
The young teen sucked in her tight flat tummy, and undid the buckle on the thin, plastic belt around her trim waist. The skirt loosened.
"I've got to stand up to take it off," she said, giving him a meek grin.
Rick gestured for her to go ahead. Just take it off, damn you. Take that fucking skirt off and show me your beautiful little pussy, you fucking jailbait teasing bitch.
Awkwardly, Fran stood up. She had to remain bent over a little bit, even though she was a short girl. Her fingers worked the button open at her hipbone, and the skirt slithered quickly down her long slender legs. She lifted her feet one at a time, and kicked the loose mass behind her.
She was dressed now only in a pair of very tight white panties, a pair of brand new nylons, and a narrow garter belt. The stockings were smoky gray.
Rick felt his cock straining at his pants. He knew he'd better stuff his prick up this teenager's tight cunt, or he'd splatter the inside of his own jeans with cum.
Fran watched, fascinated, still a little bit frightened, as Rick rested back further on the blankets. His hands went down to the zipper on his pants, and he slid the thing down. Fran stared at the white of his underpants through the gaping hole. His underpants bulged partway out through the fly.
Rick quickly ripped open his belt. He tore open the waist of his jeans, arched his ass off the floor, and shoved the pants down his hairy legs. He smiled at the girl's wide-eyed reaction as he kicked the pants free of his feet.
"Ever see a real cock before, Fran?"
Fran moistened her lips. Her mouth felt dry. Her tongue seemed thick, unworkable.
"Uh, only in pictures," she finally admitted.
"Well, check this out, baby," Rick said, pleased as hell that his would be the very first prick this beautiful little piece of meat would ever see. Or feel.
Or taste.
He lifted his ass again, hooked his thumbs under the waist of his underpants, and suddenly shoved them downward. His huge, hard cock leaped into view, springing out at poor Fran like a fat snake, and staring right at her with that gaping, single eye.
Fran's eyes popped out of her head. She'd never seen such a beautiful thing. Her heart battered her ribs. She felt as though a very tight, wide band was being drawn about her chest, crushing the air from her lungs. She could barely breathe.
"Golly," she whispered.
Rick kicked his underpants off his feet. He stretched out on his back, and let the little girl have a good, long look at his big, fat prick.
"Mmmmmm," Fran moaned. Her eyes were locked on his massive cock. Her sharp little tongue kept stabbing out, swiping rapidly back and forth over her sexy lips.
Slowly, hypnotized, Fran squatted down at Rick's feet. He spread his legs apart, and shifted on the blankets, working a soft pile under his ass so his cock was raised.
Fran felt a strange new urge tightening her tummy. Deep inside her pussy, something was gushing and itching, squeezing her insides. She felt her body rock forward, as though drawn toward the head of Rick's huge prick. Her cunt slit spasmed. She shivered as she felt a primitive instinctive urge to squat her pussy down on this beautiful, fat cock, to feel this monster prick slide all the way up inside her tight virgin pussy hole, filling her, stretching her. Fucking her.
Rick's cock jumped. Fran's eyes went even wider as the giant cock swayed back and forth, aimed right at her pretty lips. God, she was on fire. The blood raced through her veins, pounded loudly in her ears. She closed her eyes. They blinked and quivered, but they wouldn't stay shut. She just had to look at the young man's cock.
"Suck it, baby," Rick said quietly.
Fran gasped. She couldn't have heard the right words.
"What?" she whispered.
'Suck my cock, Fran," Rick said again, gently. "Come up. Put it in your mouth, honey. Suck on it for a little while."
"Suck it?"
"Yeah. Suck it. Please?"
"S-s-uck it?" Fran said again. She was having a problem with the words, with the idea. Put that huge cock inside my mouth? And suck on it? But, but that's the thing he uses to piss with. How can I put that thing in my mouth? I can't. That's all. I simply can't. What if he pissed while it was in there?
"I can't," she said. "I don't want to."
"Sure you do," Rick said with a smile. "Sure you can."
Fran felt a twinge of hard, raw pleasure flash through her tight belly. Rick twitched his hips, his cock leaped, swayed. Fran's whole body swayed toward it.
"Good girl," Rick said, encouraging her to keep coming.
Oh, God, Fran thought. What have I gotten myself into now? Look at the size of that god-awful monster. Would it even fit in my mouth?
"You can do it, honey."
Fran gulped. Then she slowly nodded.
Rick caught his breath as Fran went forward on her hands and knees. Her guts were churning hard.
She felt like someone had grabbed her heart in a huge fist, and was squeezing it, trying to crush it inside her chest.
She moved forward, upward between Rick's thighs. He spread his legs wider to give her more room, to encourage her further.
She stopped. Her lovely young face was only a few inches from the throbbing head of Rick's immense cock. Her arms began to tremble as she held herself crouched over him.
She cleared her throat quietly, swallowed with great difficulty. Slowly, she lowered her face toward the fat hood of his cock head. She hesitated one last time. In that brief moment, she felt a warm gush in her cunt, and all her ancient female instincts rushed to her aid, washed over her like a crushing wave, drowned her in a hot sea of lust.
She kissed Rick's cock head. Her lips pressed gently against the sensitive flesh, and it jumped against her pursed lips.
"Mmmmmm," Rick groaned.
Fran almost growled. She stretched her lips wide open, yawned her jaws as wide as they would go, and shoved her mouth down over the whole thick cylinder of hot prick. She gulped the wide hood of his cock head deep into her tight virgin throat.
She closed her lips tightly around his cock. She sucked. She pulled her head back, sucking tenderly. Her tongue wagged against the tiny moist slit in the tip of his cock.
Rick moaned with pleasure. His cock throbbed, stiffened even harder in the young teen's hot wet mouth.
"Mmmmm, yeah, baby. Suck it, honey. Just like that."
Fran felt the boy's hands reach down and press against the sides of her head. Rick held her tightly, making sure she couldn't pull her mouth completely off his eager prick.
Fran grunted. She didn't need this kind of help. She was growing more and more confident of her womanly skills with each passing second. Damn it. She was growing eager to find out just how well she could do on her own.
She loved the feel of this boy's cock responding to her loving lips and tongue. It gave her an incredible sense of power over him. She loved it.
She gave her head a hard shake, and jerked her mouth off Rick's cock. She slapped his hands away from her face.
"I'll do it, Rick. Let me do it," she gasped, drooling a little bit. Without wiping the spit away from her chin, she dove her face back down, her mouth wide open.
Blowing air loudly, Rick locked his hands under his neck. He gasped as Fran's hot breath blasted against his cock and balls.
Fran gobbled his prick, sucked and slurped and kissed and tongued it all over, gnawing lightly on the mouth-filling hood, nipping gently up and down the whole length of the long thick cylinder of his prick.
She buried her face down in the thick forest of Rick's pubic hair, smelling the heady aroma of manhood for the first time in her life. It overpowered her. She was lost. Her hot tongue darted out, poked and prodded everywhere. She licked and tongued the boy's huge swollen balls, teasing him with her breath and teeth.
Rick was moaning with need. His balls grew heavy. His guts tightened. He humped upward, rubbing the head of his cock against the side of Fran's soft warm cheek. Her tongue caressed his balls, her nose rubbed against the base of his cock. She sucked his balls into her mouth, very carefully licking and kissing them.
She was amazed and stunned. She loved this. It was as though she'd always known how to suck a man. She had no doubt that she was doing everything exactly right, driving this young man straight up the wall.
She kissed and nuzzled the wet sides of his cock, working her way back up to the head. She screwed her mouth down over it again, wincing as it banged into the back of her throat.
She began groaning and whimpering as she twisted her head on his steel-like prick, sucking harder and faster, bobbing her beautiful face up and down faster and faster.
Rick was gasping. Fran increased the pressure of her sucking. Rick's ass lifted from the floor, twitching his cock into her throat.
"Oh, baby, suck me off. Suck my mother fucking cock. Oh, suck me, baby!" he shouted, his whole body quivering on the verge of a hard come.
Fran's head leaped and bobbed and jerked. Her cheeks were puffed out as his cock rammed in and out between her lovely teeth and lips. She felt the warm spit splash against her face each time his fat cock shoved back into her mouth. She was dripping with sweat. She was hunched up between the boy's thighs, her body pumping as she moved her head up and down so fast it was making her dizzy.
Rick was writhing wildly, right under her face. His cock slammed in and out of her mouth, her beautiful virgin mouth, fucking her pretty, sweaty face.
Fran felt a sudden change in his cock. It seemed suddenly very much harder, stiffer. She knew instinctively what it meant. She felt his thighs tighten and tremble as they lifted still higher off the floor.
His knees lifted and pressed against her body. She was suddenly aware of her small tits dangling between his thighs, dripping sweat from the very tips of her hard little nipples.
Rick arched hard, threw his had back, locked his hands together under his neck and sucked air. His cock jammed all the way into the child's deep throat.
Fran gagged on his cock as the first hot blast of cum shot into her throat. Air and cum bubbled and gurgled in her throat as she tried desperately to breathe and swallow at the same time. Cum blasted out of Rick's cock, filling her throat and mouth with hot, thick juice.
His hands shot down. He was clawing at her hair. His thighs opened wide, only to slam tightly closed against the sides of Fran's head as he yanked her face down into his crotch, plugging her aching, clenching throat with his spewing cock.
Fran tried to pull away, to suck air into her screaming lungs. But wad after wad of cum blasted into her throat, forcing her to swallow as fast as she could. She gasped for air.
The thick juice quickly filled her mouth. She couldn't keep up with the flow. The sticky cum spilled out of her mouth, dribbled out around the base of Rick's thick cock, and spilled over her stretched, young lips.
She could feel the stuff flowing down over her chin and dribbling over her cheeks, between her skin and Rick's tightly hugging thighs.
Finally, she was able to taste the cum. It had come so fucking fast at first that she hadn't had time to taste it. But now, with the gooey fluid filling her mouth, and the flow slowing from his cock, she could really taste the stuff. It was fucking delicious.
She tightened her lips around his cock. She loved this fuck juice, and she didn't want to waste a single drop of the precious stuff.
Rick twitched under her face, gave a hard shudder as the last of his cum spurted into the young girl's mouth. She sucked it out of his tube, sucked him dry.
With a deep sigh, he sank back down to the blankets.
Fran sucked on his quickly softening cock, lapping it clean of cum. She sucked and kissed it. She let it slip from her lips with a little moan of sadness. Then she tongued the whole soft cylinder clean, licking his cock hair clean of the few drops of cum nestled in it.
Rick's cock finally rested, soft and beautiful, against his thigh. Fran rested her head against his other thigh, her sweet tight ass high in the air. Her tongue toyed with his balls, lifting and tickling them lightly.
Rick began stroking her soft hair tenderly. Her hair was thick and warm.
"You've got a great fucking mouth, Fran."
Fran smiled with pleasure at his compliment.
"Thanks,' she said quietly, purring softly as he stroked the soft curls over her temple. "I've got a great fucking cunt, too, you know."
Rick laughed quietly. He mussed her hair. "I bet you do, kid."
"Kid?" Fran complained, lifting her head and looking up over the boy's trim belly toward his handsome face. "What's this kid stuff?"
Rick gave a brief snort.
"How old are you?"
Fran tightened her lips for a second, then suddenly gave him a beautiful, sexy grin. "How old do you think I am."
"Jailbait."
Fran cocked an eyebrow.
"I told you I was eighteen," she said.
"Sixteen's more like it."
Fran touched the tip of one finger to her lips, and lowered her eyes coyly. She was actually even younger than that.
CHAPTER TWO
Kristy was on the verge of screaming. She was so goddamn fucking horny she couldn't stand it. And now, for the second time in a few minutes, her nearing climax had been interrupted.
"What?" Wendy said, glancing up into a stunningly handsome face. Immediately, she dropped her grinding heel away from her girl friend's oozing cunt slit and worked her foot back into her shoe.
"Let's get it on, baby," the boy said, swaying a little bit. He was obviously happy, and feeling little pain, but he wasn't too drunk to appreciate true beauty.
Wendy cocked her head to one side, noticing with delight that the young man was staring openly at the huge twin swellings of her massive tits. Automatically reacting with pleasure, she pulled her shoulders back to accent the up-thrust perfection of her tits even more.
She glanced at Kristy. Kristy's face was glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She was so fucking ready to come, it showed plainly on her lovely face, in her glittering eyes.
Wendy raised her eyebrows in question. If Kristy just had to get out of here, well, Wendy would go with her. But she hoped her friend wasn't that bad off. She was attracted to this grinning young man.
Kristy could almost read Wendy's mind. Through the mist of her own deep need, she shrugged and nodded. Wendy grinned and grabbed the boy's hand. She was gone before Kristy could shake the haze from her brain.
"What's going down, babe?" the remaining young man asked. Kristy looked up at him. He smiled. Mmmmmm, Kristy said to herself, not bad. Not at all bad.
"Nothing much," she said.
"What?" the boy shouted back. He leaned down and turned his head so his ear was close to her mouth. The noise in the room was painfully loud now, blasting into Kristy's head.
"I said nothing much is happening," she shouted into his ear.
He nodded and laughed as he straightened back up and held out his hand for her. Kristy sighed. She closed her knees and took the boy's hand. She let him pull her out of the booth and onto the dance floor.
Kristy was still a bit dazed. The sexual glow still filled her eyes, the sexual tension still raced through her veins and muscles. Her belly quivered with the nearness of release. Her clit seemed to have grown so huge and swollen that it hung down between her pussy lips like a little cock. She felt as through every pair of eyes in the room was on her, laughing at her horniness, and her frustration.
But at the moment, all eyes were really on Wendy-even Kristy's.
Wendy was already gyrating wildly to the pounding beat, a happy, mindless grin plastered on her face. As Kristy watched the other girl, she let the beat take over her own young body. She tore her eyes away from her friend, focused on the boy in front of her. Slowly, letting the sexual frustration fill her whole body, letting it mingle fully with the beat of the music, she raised her arms high over her head. She began undulating her thighs and taut belly toward the boy, barely letting the front of her skirt touch the front of his jeans.
"Oh, hot fucking shit," the boy said, raising his eyes to the ceiling for a moment. The closeness of the other dancers forced him to bump into the girl, and he quickly ground his bulging cock into the cleft between her thighs.
Kristy didn't miss the touch. She felt the hard bulge. She knew exactly what it was, exactly what this young man wanted. She pulled her tummy away, twisted slightly, using Wendy's tactic. She jerked one knee high, held the pose as her skirt hem slipped quickly along her stockinged thigh, exposing the top of the stocking briefly. Then she twisted again, turning her back on the boy as he reached out to encircle her body with both arms.
She felt herself pulled hard against his body. His cock bumped into the crack of her ass, ground in deep and began a slow circling as he hugged her tighter. His forearms rested right over her large young tits. She was sure he could feel her hardened nipples drilling into his skin.
"I'm Jerry," he shouted into her ear, kissing the soft curl of hair over her temple.
Kristy twisted her neck, and shouted back. "I'm Kristy."
Then she gripped his hands, forced them away from her body, and whirled around to face him again. She had enjoyed the contact with his body. She loved the feel of his hard cock pressed into her ass cheeks. She could still feel the size and hardness of his cock. She suddenly grinned. Maybe he'd try that again. Next time, she wouldn't be so quick to break away.
They danced. Kristy kept glancing toward Wendy. Wendy was getting wilder and wilder. Her head jerked, whipping her long dark hair, slashing her own shoulders. Her arms shot high, then low, down to her knees, then lower as she bent far over, wiggling her taut young ass at the nearest boy. He reached out and gave her rear a hard slap, and Wendy shouted a wild laugh.
She straightened. Her tits, huge and round and tightly-confined within the black tank top, jiggled and bounced as she moved. Her nipples were the size of fat little thumbs, poking out the front of the thin top. Her hips pistoned in and out as she circled her partner, staring deeply into his eyes as a sexy smile played over her lips.
Sex and lust, need and terrible horniness radiated from Wendy's body like a hard wave of heat. Everyone on the floor was watching her now, not even pretending to pay attention to each other.
Boys and girls alike were thrilled by the sexual tension of Wendy's dancing. She was a purely sexual animal now, a horny feline on the prowl for the biggest cock she could find. Her whole being was screaming out for some huge overpowering male to throw her to the floor, right here, right now, and fuck the living shit out of her gushing cunt hole.
Kristy would have given a hell of a lot to be able to move like that. She had only admiration for her girl friend's ability to dance. How often she had told her she should turn professional. How often Wendy had scoffed.
Kristy moaned as she watched, unaware of her own reactions. She forced herself to turn away from the other girl's wild display. She arched her back, let the music take full control of her body, her mind, her will.
With her back fully arched, her face twisted up toward the ceiling and her pretty eyes tightly shut, she jerked both arms behind her back. She crossed her wrists and pushed them downward behind her. She pretended they were bound, and worked her shoulders in small circles. She felt her tits expand upward, outward, pushing at the front of her blouse.
She smiled. Her eyes fluttered open. Her head moved, her face lowered, and she saw the wide-eyed look on the handsome face of her partner, Jerry.
He was gulping hard, staring right at her tits. Her nipples went rigid, iron-hard, poked into the material of her blouse. Jerry gulped again, tried to clear his head of the fogging booze. This was too fucking good to miss.
Kristy's hands seemed to have a will of their own. She moved them around to the front of her thighs. Her heart began thudding hard in her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her fingers clawed at he front of her skirt, working the hem higher until her fingertips could slip under it.
She arched backward, bent her knees, moving slowly up and down in time to the music. She lifted the hem of her skirt. She had always wanted to do this, ever since she'd been a little girl, sneaking into her daddy's library and reading those dirty books, the ones where the girl had to strip, slowly, so very slowly.
Her blood boiled in her veins. Her clit was dripping a very fragrant juice. The front of her panties was soaked with her thick lubrication.
The hem of her skirt moved higher, exposing the tops of her flesh-colored stockings, the white straps of her garter belt pulled taut along the pale skin of her thighs.
Jerry was hypnotized. He stood almost motionless, swaying slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was all he had left of dancing in him. He wanted to fuck.
Kristy felt the sweat begin to bead on her forehead, under her arms, at the small of her back. She could taste the salty fluid as it moistened her lips.
She pulled her skirt front higher, revealing her bare thighs above the stocking tops. She was staring into Jerry's eyes, delighting fully in his obvious interest in her performance. Maybe she should turn pro, too.
The music seemed to grow louder and stronger. The beat was part of her blood.
She wasn't aware of the other dancers, or when they stopped dancing and simply gathered around her. She slowly became aware, though, that Wendy was dancing between her and Jerry, cutting him out, forcing him back into the crowd. Vaguely, Kristy wondered why he let her do that.
Now she was staring into Wendy's eyes. Wendy was grinning broadly at her, nodding and dancing just as wildly as ever.
The two girls were dancing at each other, not with each other. Somehow, it had become a two-girl contest. Neither of them knew what the rules were, though. The crowd backed a bit further away, giving them both plenty of room.
Kristy felt happier than she had in weeks. She was violently horny, and she was really getting off out here. Her inhibitions seemed silly and childish, and very far away.
She tightened her small fists on the hem of her skirt, and suddenly yanked it up to her bellybutton, fully exposing the front of her tight white panties, and the bare flesh of her tummy above the waistband. She thrust her wet pussy at Wendy, and then slapped her skirt front back down.
"Oh, yeah?" Wendy shouted in glee. She grabbed the front of her own skirt and yanked it even higher. The crowd cheered wildly. They booed just as loudly when the girl covered her panties again.
They were both sweating.
The crowd sensed a unique experience in the making. They were a restless mass of wide-eyed boys and girls, surrounding Wendy and Kristy.
"Take it off, baby!" a male voice called loudly.
Kristy felt fantastic. She knew she had control of the whole fucking crowd. She and Wendy together could drive them fucking insane.
"Take your skirts off!"
Wendy's hands went to the front of her tank top. The crowd went mad as they thought she was going to take it off, show them all those wonderful tits of hers. But all Wendy wanted to do was keep the thing from slipping down too far. She tugged it back up so that it completely covered the upper slopes of her giant tits, and the room actually roared with boos.
Kristy threw her head back and laughed.
"Naughty, naughty," she said toward Wendy. Wendy couldn't quite make out the words, but she got the drift, and shrugged. Kristy shook her head, wiggled her shoulders, licked her lips. She lowered her hands to the waist of her skirt, and tugged the tails of her blouse out of the tight waistband. The crowd roared approval.
"Go, baby! Take it off! Strip, honey! Go, go, go!"
Kristy wondered if she would really do it. She was only teasing now. Playing with the bug-eyed kids all around her. She was enjoying the hell out of being the center of attention. Maybe she'd just do it. Really do it.
"Come on, honey! Take it off!" a girl's voice shouted at her.
Other voices urged, begged, encouraged her. Someone pulled at the loose tails behind her. Someone else stepped in close and began stroking her tight ass, trying to get a hand up under the rear of her skirt. But others pulled them quickly back into the crowd, forced them far to the back.
Wendy was dancing in front of her, stretching, jerking, twisting, pumping her loins back and forth in a blatantly sexual, humping motion. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Her skin glistened with sweat. The heady odor of female juices wafted from her crotch and armpits.
She was grinning with happiness. She'd never seen Kristy so loose and wild and free. And she loved her like this.
Kristy was just as surprised at her behavior as Wendy was. And just as happy. It was like a sudden release from some dark dungeon into a world of light.
Wendy saw that they were approaching the point of no return. Neither of them had really done much, after that brief exposure game. She decided to give Kristy a little encouragement herself. She moved her hands slowly up over her belly to the full swellings of her tits. She cupped herself gently. She lifted her big tits upward, offering them to Kristy as her shoulders moved sensuously from side to side, swaying with the motion of her whole body.
Kristy's eyelids drooped a bit. She raised her hands to her own tits, and cupped them. Her nipples burned.
"Go, baby! Do it! Do it all the way!"
The disco jockey shouted over the speakers. He turned up the volume of the music until it was deafening. The hard beat of the music blasted into their bodies.
The whole crowd began chanting, clapping in time to the beat. The noise was like an ocean wave, crushing the two girls in the center of the room.
Kristy's blood was racing, boiling hot. Wendy was on fire, sweating like a beautiful pig.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" the whole room chanted.
Kristy let go of her tits. Her hands moved up over the tops of the sweet mounds and went to the button on her blouse. She slipped the top button open. A cheer went up. her hands went down, and the second button popped open. The thin band of frill on the upper side of her bra came into view, stark white against her softly tanned skin.
The room roared.
Kristy lifted both hands high above her head, her fingers curled into tight fists. She jerked her body, thrusting her tits at Wendy. The open top of her blouse loosened and pulled tightly over her tits as she jerked.
She was challenging Wendy to match her moves. "Give the ladies room! Give the ladies some dancing room!" the disc jockey shouted.
* * *
"Did I suck you nice, Rick?"
Fran's lips and chin were still coated with thick gobs of the boy's cum. The lumps of drying goo made the young girl's lovely face even prettier.
"Yeah, babe, you sucked my cock like a little pro," Rick told her. He shifted on the blankets and made room for the girl to crawl up beside him.
Fran rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand toyed with the buttons on the front of his shirt.
"Will you fuck my pussy for me, now?" the young teenager asked.
Rick smiled and sighed with pleasure. He was pleased with Fran. She had been scared, but she'd done a great job on his cock. She was eager to learn, to experience. Rick figured he could take his time with her, teach her the right way to please a man. At least, teach her how to please him.
Since she was so damned young, and she didn't know the ropes yet, she wouldn't be overly surprised at anything he asked her to do, either. Make that told her to do, Rick said to himself.
He stroked Fran's soft, thick hair and listened to her purring gently against his body. He felt a twitch in his prick. He was really looking forward to shoving his cock up this tender little virgin's tight cunt hole and reaming her out good.
"Sure, doll. I'll fuck the shit out of you. But I'm gonna teach you how to do things right, babe. You understand?"
"Yes, Rick. Anything you say, honey," Fran said meekly. She nuzzled her head down against his chest, purring louder, stroking the hair on his chest with her soft cheek.
"Good girl," the boy said. He shifted himself and Fran too. His hand went down and began toying with her panties, tickling the sensitive skin just above the top of the tight waistband. Her panties were very tight over her puffy cunt mound. Rick thumbed the thin garter belt for a moment, feeling her tummy quiver under his touch. He liked controlling a girl like this. Making her do his bidding.
He looked down at her long slim legs, encased in a pair of smoky gray stockings. How beautiful she was! Her legs looked like those of a cheerleader, strong, athletic, lithe.
His palm rested gently against the incredibly soft, smooth skin of her lower belly, between the top of her panties and her tight garter belt. Warm. like the best silk, sleek and warm. Her muscles tensed.
"Relax," Rick commanded her.
"I'll try, honey," Fran whispered. But her tummy continued to quiver under his stroking palm.
Rick felt his cock begin to stiffen again. So soon. He knew he had a little treasure here in Fran. She was an exciting piece of ass. Virgin, tight, eager, willing-and his.
He worked his hand around her slender waist, and found the hook in the middle of the small of her bade. He fought it for a minute, his fingers unused to a garter belt hook. But it finally snapped free, and the tight band about her waist went limp. He brushed it downward over the front of her panties.
"Take off your stockings, babe."
"Okay," she said quietly. She sat up, crossed her legs.
Rick stared into the valley between her thighs, appreciating the full mound of her cunt filling out the crotch of those beautiful nylon panties. He could see a couple of cunt hairs curling out around the elastic of one of the leg holes. His cock responded by growing harder, lifting a bit off his thigh.
Fran saw and smiled inwardly. God, she must be sexy. This was just what she'd set out to prove to herself.
She slipped the stockings down her legs and off her feet, tossed the mass of nylon and the garter belt over onto the discarded pile of her skirt and blouse. The only thing between her and total nakedness now was a pair of thin, white panties.
"Shall I take my panties off, Rick?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"If you want to," Rick said, grinning at her.
She got up onto her knees, lifted her ass off her heels for a second, and pushed her panties down to her knees. Then she sat back down on the blankets, got her legs up in front of her, and pulled the soft little mass off her feet.
For the first time in her life, Fran was totally naked in front of a man. She was shaking with a wonderful combination of fear and delight.
Would it really hurt when he took her cherry? Would he be gentle with her? Or would he really rip into her, like some wild animal?
She shivered when she looked into his eyes. He was staring right at her pussy mound.
"Come here," he told her.
She slipped back down beside him again. His hand went down instantly to her downy young cunt. His fingers curled her hair, pulled on the silken strands until he made her moan with the sharpness of the pain.
But her cunt grew quickly wet under his hand. His fingertips teased at her pussy lips, parting them slightly but staying outside. She felt the air against her inner lips, trying to dry the gooey moisture that filled her tight cunt.
She lifted one knee, opening her crotch to his hand more fully. She moaned as she felt his hand cup her hot pussy and begin kneading her whole mound, gripping it hard in his strong fist.
Her young cunt hole oozed a fragrant juice, wetting Rick's fingers with a thick slippery goo.
"Good girl, Fran. Get nice and wet down there. Let your sweet juices flow, baby."
Fran chewed at the soft flesh of Rick's throat. Her hand came up and she began unbuttoning his shirt front, pushing the material aside as the buttons popped open. She moved her fingers in the thick hair that sprouted on his chest.
Her lips moved lower, toward his nipple. Rick's free hand caught at her hair, grabbed tight, and pulled her face up to his. He kissed her lips, forced his tongue into her hot wet mouth. Fran kissed him back, hard and hot.
Her whole body felt weak. She was itchy, sweaty. Her nipples swelled into erect little buttons, sensitive to the slightest touch. She groaned as Rick sucked her tongue into his mouth, sucked it hard, pulling it strongly enough to hurt.
She winced, moaned. She felt his hand on her cunt grip her hair and begin to pull and twist. It hurt but it felt great. He was using her like a woman. She wanted to feel it, no matter how much it hurt, how much it felt good.
Her pussy blossomed open. Her youthful lubrication flooded into her cunt, preparing her body for her first fuck.
She let her hand fall off the boy's chest. She relaxed her lips and tongue, and Rick released her mouth. She rolled softly over onto her back on the blankets, one knee lifted and spread open.
Rick massaged her cunt mound, cupping the moist nest in his wet palm. He squeezed her pussy gently. Then he slipped one stiff finger between her juicy pussy lips, and stroked the full length of her tight slit.
Fran stiffened hard when his finger rubbed over her swollen, virgin clit for the first time. It sent a shiver into her body. A jolt of pure electric pleasure swept into her belly, stabbing inward from her clit. Her guts tightened. Her taut belly quivered. Her thighs shook.
"Mmmmmm, Rick honey. Do it, baby. I'm ready. Please, honey, put it in me. Ohhh," she moaned as his finger touched her clit again and pressed it firmly into her cunt muscles.
"Feel it, kid. Feel the juices flowing in your cunt. Feel the pleasure, baby," Rick whispered into her ear. Fran twitched hard.
"God!" she cried out, gasping and breathing raggedly. Rick had jammed his index finger into her tight cunt as far as it would go. He wiggled it around, feeling the incredible tightness of her inner pussy.
Fran tried to clamp her thighs tightly together over the boy's wrist, locking his finger in her cunt hole, but Rick quickly pinched her, slapped her thighs open. The stinging blows on the soft pliant flesh of her inner thighs sent another thrill of brand new pleasure into Fran's young belly. Her guts knotted into a tight ball of pleasure.
Rick jammed his finger into her cunt and twisted it. He forced another finger in, curling them into the soft walls of her cunt, wiggling them hard against her inner muscles.
"Oh, dear God," Fran groaned. She'd never felt anything to equal this. Sure, she'd shoved her own finger up her pussy a few times, but it sure as hell hadn't felt like this.
Rick yanked his fingers out of her cunt, and smeared the goo all over her pussy lips, matting the soft curls of hair around her pussy.
"Oh, honey. I can't stand it. Please fuck me, baby. Make me a woman. Fuck my cunt, Rick. Please. Hurry!" Fran begged, her pretty head rolling from side to side in the soft nest of her thick hair.
Her hips moved in a short, quick fucking motion, up and down on the blankets, as she tried to fuck the boy's fingers. He teased her pussy lips for a moment, toying with the hair, pulling it suddenly to make her gasp.
"Please, fuck me!"
Rick's cock grew harder. He felt it stiffen at the young teenager's pleading words. A few more minutes, and it would be ready for the plunge. Ready to fuck this beautiful, virgin fuck hole.
"Spread your legs as wide as you can, doll," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her temple lightly, stroked her soft earlobe with the tip of his tongue. Fran moaned and tried to twist her ear away from the pleasant torture. It tickled. It was driving her mad with lust.
She lifted her other knee and let it fall wide, resting the outside of her thigh against Rick's stomach.
Rick looked down between those wide-open young thighs.
"Jesus, Fran. You've got the most beautiful, sexiest fucking cunt I've ever seen."
Fran blushed deeper at the compliment.
"Thank you, honey," she said, lifting her pussy a bit higher by tightening her ass cheeks.
Rick scooted out from under her leg, moved downward, and twisted over onto his stomach. His face was now only inches from Fran's stretched cunt hole.
Rick sniffed the heady aroma deeply. He eyed her puffy cunt closely. Her pretty pussy lips were slightly parted and the richly pink inner folds were peeping out, right in the center of the beautiful crease. Her pussy hair lay curled and matted against the firm mounds on either side of her virgin cunt.
Fran was shaking hard. She knew what the boy was going to do to her down there. He was going to kiss her cunt.
She could feel his breath on her thighs, right on her pussy. It was hot. She threw one arm across her eyes, her tiny fist clenched hard. She shifted and offered her cunt in a better position.
Rick smiled. He stuck out his tongue, leaned forward, and stroked her swollen pink clit that peeped out between her cunt lips.
Fran jerked hard, and gasped out loud.
"Oh, God! Oh, Rick! Yes! Do that to me!"
She'd heard about this from her girl friends. It was called "eating pussy." She had been thrilled by the description of the act, and now she was experiencing it for herself.
Her knees pressed closer to the floor, trying to lift her cunt right into his mouth.
Rick kissed her pussy and tongued it. He stroked the salty flesh of her cunt with the tip of his tongue, matting her cunt hair flat. Fran shook wildly under his lapping tongue.
"Mmmmmm. Oh, Jesus. Mmmmmm," she groaned over and over.
Rick sliced his tongue into her cunt. The sweet juices gushed into his mouth, her pussy was so full of lubrication. He wiggled his tongue inside her cunt, scooping out the thick goo and swallowing it down.
Nothing tasted better than fresh young cunt juice. Except virgin cunt juice.
Rick buried his face in the child's hot pussy, his cheeks pressing against her thighs as his tongue drove deep into her hot, slippery cunt, wiggling around in search of her hardened clit. He knew he'd found it when she jumped.
"Oh!"
She began humping her cunt into his mouth, rubbing her clit on his thick tongue.
The young man ate the girl's cunt eagerly, sucking at the delicious little nubbin of her clit buried in the soft pink folds of her virgin pussy hole. Rick felt her lift her knees and capture the sides of his head between her strong thighs. Her cunt mound humped upward into his face, grinding hard against his mouth.
"Oh, suck me. Suck me. Suck me, honey."
Her tummy went rigid. Her lust was like a hard ball deep inside her belly, twisting and churning.
Her thighs tensed and relaxed around the boy's head as she humped his mouth.
Rick sucked her clit between his teeth. He nipped it with his sharp front teeth, very lightly. The sharp pain, driven right into the core of her clit, sent Fran into a frenzied spasm of fast humping.
"Suck me harder. Suck me dry. Suck me."
The juices gushed into Rick's mouth. He gobbled the stuff down. Fran's hole was spurting-fluid, getting ready for her first fuck.
He pulled and gnawed and kissed her clit. Damn, she tasted good. Fran was a wild woman, her hips pumped madly.
His face ground hard into her cunt. He drove his tongue into her pussy hole, sucked the juices out of the very core of her being.
Fran threw her arms wide, her fingers clawing the blankets into thick wads. Her head went back, her neck muscles throbbing and taut. Her ass left the floor. Her thighs tightened hard, shuddering violently as they held Rick's head locked to her pumping cunt.
"Ohhhh," she groaned loudly.
And her juice began spurting into Rick's mouth. He sucked her pussy juice rapidly, gulping it down, pressing his tongue to her cunt to capture more of the delicious fluid.
She humped his mouth hard, jamming her clit against his teeth, grinding it into his lips. His whole face was quickly smeared with her pussy juice. Her thighs became slippery with the thick goo, and she couldn't hold onto his head any longer. She slammed her thighs wide open, arching her cunt higher.
Rick chewed her cunt hole, gnawed her pussy mound and sucked her pussy juice. Her cunt hair got caught between his teeth.
"Oh, uh. Please. Ohhh, mmmmm," Fran moaned and begged and cried and whimpered, loving her first real come. Her whole body bounced and jumped under the boy's head.
"God, Rick. Oh, it's wonderful. Oh, suck me more. Don't let it stop, honey. Suck me forever."
He stabbed her pussy with his tongue, poking her clit hard, torturing the child with overpowering pleasure. Her body arched even higher. She was a taut bow in the air, quivering, shuddering.
"Aaah, Jesus! Ohhh! Aaah!"
She tried to lift her thighs again, but Rick drove his elbows into the meaty inner flesh, pressing them back to the floor painfully. Fran whimpered.
Juice flooded out of her cunt. It seemed endless. She was shivering violently. Suddenly, she threw her body into an almost impossible arch, locked herself there for a moment and gave one hard shudder. Then she dropped heavily to the floor. She went limp. Her legs relaxed, wide open.
Her heart battered in her chest, the blood throbbed painfully through her veins. She was utterly spent, exhausted beyond anything she'd ever felt.
Rick licked her cunt juice from his chin and lips. He leaned forward and sniffed her pussy. She was still dripping juice. He kissed her juice-soaked cunt mound, lapped at the wet hair. She twitched gently under his lips, but only moaned her pleasure at his attention.
She lay there, feeling the boy's lips and tongue as he cleaned her cunt. He stroked her pussy tenderly, like a cat licking a happy little kitten.
That's what Fran felt like. A happy little pussy. She began purring.
CHAPTER THREE
"Go, baby!"
"Do it! Fucking do it!"
Kristy threw out her tits, yanked her shoulders back as far as she could. Her bra cups swelled beautifully, and she jerked the sides of her blouse wide open, exposing her well-filled bra to the cheering crowd around her.
"Take it off!"
But Kristy slapped her blouse closed over her tits. The people booed her soundly.
She grinned at Wendy. Wendy grinned back. So, she thought, you want to play games, do you, Kristy? Well, I guess I can show you a thing or two.
Wendy gripped the underside of her tank top and slipped her fingers under the tautly stretched material. She started to pull it upward. The soft underslopes of her tits came into view.
"Yeah!" the crowd roared.
Kristy laughed. Her eyes glitered with joy and delight. She found she loved being the center of attention like this. She slowly opened the front of her blouse again, matching inch for inch the slow rise of Wendy's tank top.
Wendy lifted the material just high enough to show everybody the fullness of her big tits. Her knuckles pressed against her swollen nipples. She danced in a tight little circle, showing her flesh to everyone.
"Strip it off! Come on, woman! Strip!"
Kristy suddenly shrugged completely out of her blouse. The boys screamed. The girls giggled and shrieked. Kristy shoved the wad of her shirt high over her head, her other arm shooting far down behind her as she arched way back. With a shout, she threw the blouse into the air. A dozen hands reached upward, and the blouse vanished.
Wendy watched, her eyes glowing. She wasn't so sure she really wanted to go as far as taking her tank top off. She wasn't wearing a bra, after all, and Kristy was. Nothing was showing that didn't show in her bathing suit.
She decided to play along, and wait until Kristy made the first real move. She tucked the material up underneath itself, so that it wouldn't slip back down. With her breasts partly exposed, she dropped her hands to the waist of her skirt, jerking her hips.
Kristy pouted, pretending disappointment at Wendy's refusal to strip off her top and show them all her big tits. But she saw the teasing in her girl friend's pretty eyes, and with a snort, she slapped her hands to her own trim waist.
"Oh, for God's sake, strip!" someone in the crowd screamed.
Kristy licked her lips. Wendy wasn't making any move with her skirt. Kristy began humping her lower body forward and backward, slowly unbuckling the soft cloth belt, and slowly drawing it from the tight loops around her waist.
She felt a trickle of sweat roll down from her armpit, leaving a wet trail down her side to her bra strap. Another drop popped out on her throat, trickled down to the cleft between her tits. She was beginning to sweat harder.
She finally whipped the belt from around her waist in a quick motion, slashing it around behind her ass.
"Ouch!" some guy shouted from the front row of the crowd.
Kristy laughed with the rest, and began slashing the belt back and forth. It whistled through the air, lashed high over her head, then slashed downward in front of her.
Her skirt had dropped to the flare of her hips, caught there precariously.
Kristy tossed the belt high. It wiggled like a slender snake in the air, and vanished as a forest of arms and hands shot up to grab it.
Wendy stood on her spot and simply swayed, pumping her pussy slowly in and out as she watched Kristy.
The music pulsed in Kristy's brain, and it felt like her heart was beating in the same driving rhythm. The sweat began pouring out of her skin, her bra quickly became plastered to her tits. She fumbled for the button at her hipbone.
"Oh, God! She's gonna do it! She's really gonna fucking do it!"
Kristy was breathing hard. Her long blonde hair whipped wildly about her bare shoulders, slashing the air as hard as her belt had, whipping and stinging her own bare back and arms and chest.
"Give the lady some room!" the disc jockey shouted. From his booth upstairs, he couldn't see the show with the crowd moving in so close. Damn them all.
"Give her some motherfucking, goddamn room, I said!" he roared, and the loudspeakers squealed loudly.
Kristy barely heard the spine-chilling screech of the speakers. She hooked her thumbs in the loosened waist of her skirt, still twisting and humping her hips in time to the blaring beat of the music. She jerked her hips in and out, fucking her own skirt. She began shifting, moving one hip slowly to the side as she shoved down on her skirt, then shifting her other hip outward and upward as she pressed the material further down.
A collective gasp arose from the crowd when the waist of her panties came into view. The tight waistband was soaked. Her skirt fell lower, exposing the taut full crotch of her panties, plastered tightly against the pale muff of blonde cunt hair beneath.
She bent over further with each slow shift of her hips, pressing the skirt down past her knees. Then she let go of it. The material slipped quickly to her feet, and Kristy straightened up sharply, leaped, kicked the skirt high above the crowd. It sailed and billowed gently, until it was yanked downward with a cheer.
Wendy felt her own chest constricting as she watched Kristy's antics. She had stopped moving. She was simply standing there, enthralled by the show her friend was putting on. She found herself nudging elbows with the front row of the sweaty crowd as they crushed forward, eager for the show to go on.
Kristy was in a world of her own now. She was drenched in sweat, her flesh glistening with the fine sheen of moisture. She pranced. She posed. She arched her young body hard, squatted, stretched, undulated.
She was clad only in her under things. Her nipples were dark circles under the wet fabric of her silky bra cups. Her cunt was fully revealed, the curly blonde strands matted flat to her pussy, easily visible through her drenched panties. The white garter belt was tight about her thin waist, the straps to her stockings pulled taut along the glistening flesh of her slender thighs.
She was wearing only moderately high heels, and they slammed against the floor as she faked a Mexican hat dance, her arms high above her tossing head, her legs pounding rapidly, close together. Her thighs rubbed hard together, growing hotter and wetter as she danced. Her tight ass jiggled inside the taut rear of the panties. Her tits shook within the wet bra cups.
She was hot. She was horny. She was lost in the glory and the pleasure and the gut-churning lust of dancing half-naked in front of all these strangers. And damn the consequences.
"Take off your bra, kid!"
Kid? Kristy wrinkled her nose and took a haughty stance. Who the fuck you calling a kid? I'll show you dumb shits who the hell's a little kid.
Her breathing was shallow and fast. Her chest felt tight. Her whole body was steaming with heat and sweat. Her mind was growing fuzzy and far away. It was almost as though she was watching herself, from somewhere high above the crowd. It wasn't really Kristy who was out here, dancing and prancing in her underwear. It was some wild young stranger.
Kristy watched herself as she hooked her thumbs into the wet waistband of her panties, glaring into the crowd, seeing nobody but feeling everybody. She lifted one leg high, held it there, then lowered it slowly. She lifted her other leg, held it, then lowered it. She pranced slowly like this, in a dreamy slow-motion, strutting like a young cowgirl on the make.
Her body was trembling, dripping rivers of sweat. Her bra and panties were plastered to her skin, and her stockings were soaked and glistening.
She shook her head hard, tried to clear her mind, her vision. She tried to focus, and saw Wendy.
Wendy seemed to be arguing with some guy, the guy who'd brought her out onto the dance floor.
"I'm going to stop her," Wendy said, trying to pull her arm from the boy's strong grip.
"Now, why would you want to do a thing like that?" he said, smirking into her face.
Wendy jerked her arm from his grip. She quickly rolled her tank top back down over her tits, and started out to Kristy. She felt herself yanked backward, then pulled deeper into the crowd, the front rows closed in between her and Kristy.
"Let me go, damn you! She doesn't know what she's doing!"
"Sure she does, baby. Let's you and me split this joint, eh?"
"No." Wendy clawed at his wrist as he pulled her back through the group, toward the benches at the back of the room.
"Calm down, baby."
Wendy had had enough of this guy. Who the hell did he think he was? She suddenly went for his face with her fingernails, growling wildly. When he covered his face with his hands, she kneed him hard, jamming her kneecap into his muscular thigh. She just missed his cock. The guy twisted away, shoving at her shoulders and head to get her away from him.
Wendy forced her way back to the front of the crowd, feeling the hands grabbing at her thighs and ass and tits. She twisted away from the hands, worked her way through the front row. She saw Kristy, and her breath caught.
At least three guys were on her, pressing close to her, their hands feeling her tits through her bra, fondling her ass cheeks through the wet panties, cupping and kneading her cunt.
Kristy was swooning. Her head rolled loosely on her shoulders, and tears streamed freely from her eyes. She was dazed. She couldn't fight them off. A couple of other guys and a girl stepped out of the laughing crowd, and moved in close to Kristy.
Wendy fought her way to the girl. She clawed at the boys' hands, scratching at them until they backed away.
"Just joking, little lady, just joking," one of them said.
"Blow shit," Wendy growled through clenched teeth. "Get away from her, you fucking creeps!"
Laughing and shrugging, the group around Kristy slowly backed into the crowd again. Kristy and Wendy stood in the center of the group. Kristy looked like she'd just been gang-banged by about a hundred guys. Wendy slipped an arm around her girl friend's trembling shoulder, and walked her into the crowd. They made room for the girls, and quickly lost interest in them. Only a few pats on the ass, and they were back to their table.
"Hey, somebody," Wendy called. "Bring us her clothes, will you?"
"Yeah," some good-looking guy called back with a wave.
Wendy helped Kristy onto the seat. Kristy was taking deep breaths to calm herself. She wiped at the tears with her palms, blinked, sniffled. Then she lifted her face and looked at Wendy, trying to smile.
"Made a fool of myself, didn't I?" she said meekly. Wendy smiled back.
"Hell, no," she said, stroking the girl's bare shoulder.
Kristy wiped the back of her wrist across her upper lip, sniffled again. A silly grin spread over her face.
"Got carried away," she said.
"Yeah," Wendy said tenderly. "So what? It's over now, and you gave this place a show it'll never forget."
Kristy began shivering slightly as her body cooled down. Wendy slipped her arm tightly about her shoulders and pressed herself close. She glanced out of the booth, and saw several guys grinning at them.
"Fuck off," she said, jerking her head at them. She shrugged, and turned away. It was a joke to them. What the fuck did they care if some dumb broad wanted to do a striptease for them? They could take it or leave it.
"Hey, remember me?"
Wendy looked up at the young man suddenly standing beside their table. She glared at him. Kristy leaned forward a bit and looked at him.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. Jerry, remember?"
Kristy nodded, cleared her throat. She hunched her shoulders forward to try to cover up her bra-encased tits. Jerry slid into the booth, taking the seat opposite the two young girls.
He stared openly at Kristy's tits for a moment, then turned his eyes toward Wendy. A quick flicker of interest at the size of her tits, then he was looking into her eyes.
"You remember my buddy? Jim?" he said in a strange voice.
Wendy jerked as a big male body shoved onto the seat next to her, crushing her body between his and Wendy's.
It was the guy she'd kneed. The guy who'd taken her out to the dance floor. He grinned at her, showing a row of clean white teeth. He butted his hip harder against hers.
"Sure, she remembers me. Don't you, little lady?" Jim said, slowly lifting his arm and slipping it around the girl's shoulder. "We got a little unfinished business to take care of, ain't we, babe?"
"No, we haven't," Wendy said, ducking and fighting the strong arm. "Get out of here, you fucking bastard."
Jim gave her a hard hug and laughed at her words.
Jerry was grinning stupidly at Kristy's tits again, and Kristy was cringing under the steady gaze, trying to hide herself between Wendy and the wall.
"Look," Wendy said, "I've got to get my girl friend home, so if you'll excuse us, we'll just be going."
"Yeah, good idea," Jerry said, nodding to Jim.
"Right. We'll drive you," Jim said.
"No, that's all right. We have a car. Uh, thanks, but no thanks." Wendy said, confused, and beginning to feel a twinge of fright.
She pressed with her hip, but the boy wouldn't budge.
"I said we'll drive you home, didn't I?" he repeated.
Wendy gulped, bit her upper lip for a moment.
"My car," she said, searching desperately for something to say, some way to get rid of these guys.
The two boys looked at each other, grinning. "No sweat, honey," Jim said. "We'll bring you right back to pick it up."
"In the morning," Jerry added. Wendy stiffened.
"Oh, no. None of that shit. Just let me and my girl friend go home."
"Or what? Eh, baby doll? Or what?" Jim laughed, hugging Wendy so hard it hurt.
All four of them jumped when something landed on the table. It was Kristy's blouse.
"Here's the kid's shirt," the guy said. He had turned back to the dance floor before anyone could say anything. Kristy grabbed her blouse and slipped into it, buttoned it up the front. She felt a bit better now.
The guy who'd brought the blouse to the table returned almost immediately, tossed something else onto the table.
"Here's her belt, too. Somebody else's got her skirt."
He turned away again, but Wendy shouted at him. "Hey."
"What, kid?"
"Get the manager, will you? These two guys won't let us leave. They're bothering us."
"They are, huh?" he said. He put his fingers in his mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Four other guys broke away from the dance floor and came over to the table.
"What's up?"
"Two freaks here are giving the little girls a hard time," he said. He looked at both boys. "Eh, boys? Wanna step out the back for a little discussion of the situation?"
"Not really," Jerry said calmly, his palms open to show he didn't want any trouble.
"Hey," Jim said, withdrawing his arm from around Wendy's shoulder, "You kids want to leave, you should say something. We ain't stopping nobody from going home."
"Good," the young man standing beside them said. The five of them stepped back a few paces as the two guys got out of the booth and went back to their own table.
Wendy whispered a shaky "thank-you" as she drew Kristy from the booth, and the five guys escorted them to the door. They watched as the two girls made their way across the parking lot and got into their car.
Once behind the wheel, Wendy shuddered with relief. She quickly started the engine, and pulled out onto the highway, speeding away from those wild young men who had scared her so much. And, somehow, excited her so much more.
* * *
The front doors to the van were suddenly jerked open. Fran nearly screamed at the unexpected invasion of privacy. Rick twisted and lifted up, but he relaxed when he saw who it was.
"Hey, buddies," he called, one hand going to Fran's warm neck to stroke and calm her trembling. "What's the good word?"
Jim jammed the key at the ignition. It rammed home. He twisted it hard, and the engine roared to life.
"Nothing," he growled in answer to Rick's question.
Jerry turned on the seat, spotted the naked young girl at Rick's side. His eyes widened, and he punched Jim in the arm. Jim jerked around and followed Jerry's pointing finger.
"Weil, well, well," he said, grinning broadly. "What have you brought us, Rick, old boy?"
"Boys, meet Fran. Fran, meet the boys."
"Hi," Fran said, her voice shaking a bit. She hadn't bargained for anything like this. She started to sit up and reach for her blouse to cover up her nakedness. Rick grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down beside him.
"Relax, Fran. You're here for the duration," he said sternly. Fran looked at him and gulped hard. Oh, oh, she thought. Now I'm in for it. She was scared, but she found she was excited, too. Very excited. She'd just sucked Rick's big cock. He'd just eaten her virgin cunt. It had been great. She was scared, but she wasn't stupid. Maybe this evening was going to turn into the best night of her life, and she didn't want to chance missing it, just because she was a little bit scared.
She took a deep breath, and relaxed against Rick's side. He hadn't done anything to really hurt her, yet, and she couldn't get away if he didn't want her to. So, she'd play it cool, and take it as it came.
"Good-looking piece of ass you got there, Rick," Jerry said. "Gonna share it?" Rick snorted.
"Get your own cunt, boy. If you can."
Rick twisted onto his back again, and pulled Fran over on top of his hard young body. Fran felt a thrill, knowing that whatever he was going to do to her, it would happen in front of the other boys. She felt his hands go low on her back, kneading the soft smooth flesh, reaching down to the tight muscles of her ass cheeks. His fingers worked into the tight moist crack, and pulled her full young ass cheeks wide apart.
Fran jumped at the first touch of his thumb against her virgin ass-hole. Her heart was pounding, the blood hot and thick in her veins. She knew the other boys were watching every move Rick made. They were longing to rape her, fuck her every hole and fill it with their hot fuck juice. Her blood pounded in her ears. Her brain throbbed. She could hardly breathe, she was so fucking excited.
"You gonna stick it inside my ass-hole, Rick?" she whispered against the boy's ear.
Rick's cock gave a jerk at the young teen's teasing words. Damn hot little cunt, he thought. This kid was the catch of the year. A virgin who was hot to fuck. Fuck the luck. In answer to the girl's question, Rick jammed his thumb firmly into her ass-hole, bringing a little cry of pained distress to her lips.
She felt the pinching burning pain at once. This was really going to hurt, she knew. She sucked air, held a huge lungful, and waited. She locked her head to Rick's shoulder, tense.
His fat thumb gouged and twisted against her softly puckered little ass-hole. It tore at the sphincter protecting her hot bowels. It pushed and probed and wiggled like an eager snake. Fran fought to relax the muscles surrounding her tight virgin ass-hole, and with a sudden sharp gasp of pure pain, she succeeded. Rick's fat, hard thumb buried itself deep inside her moist bumhole.
She clutched his arm tightly, rocking her face from side to side against his chest. The pain seared into her virgin ass-hole.
"Oooo," she whined quietly. She felt his thumb twist, gouge into her deeper, shove harder into her guts. Oh, God, it felt like she had to take a healthy shit. She felt her guts tighten against the invading thumb, trying to expel the huge plug.
Rick wiggled his thumb up inside the child's hot, sleek butt hole, pressing it into the soft firm muscles within her bowels. He could feel her pelvic bones, and tried to crush her soft shit tube against the hard bones.
Fran moaned loudly. Her ass lifted a bit, and she ground her tight ass-hole onto the boy's hard thumb. She tightened her inner muscles, trying to suck the thumb further up into her shitter.
"Mmmmmm," the pretty teenager moaned. She twisted her face to one side, gritted her teeth as Rick forced his big thumb deeper up her ass-hole.
"How old is she, Rick?" Jerry asked as he climbed over the pile of blankets into the back of the van. "She looks pretty young."
"Young," Rick grunted, gouging his fingers into her soft pliant ass cheeks and spreading them wider.
Jerry's cock sprang up hard. He watched the girl twitch and wiggle her ass on Rick's finger. He longed to fuck this little hot cunt. Her skin was pale and taut and flawless. She was absolutely beautiful. And she was obviously willing to let Rick do anything he wanted to do to her.
Jerry got down behind the child's bare ass and watched as Rick worked her ass-hole, made her hotter with his thumb-fucking up her butt hole.
The kid was squirming wildly.
Jerry reached out and placed a palm firmly over one smooth hot ass cheek. She didn't even know it.
All Fran felt was the thumb in her ass-hole, wiggling like a wild snake, driving her crazy with pleasure. She groaned. Her ass lifted, wiggled right in Jerry's face. He cupped and caressed the smooth ass cheek, sniffing the fragrance of her virgin butt, her recently gushing cunt. He stroked her ass cheeks, and caressed downward along the backs of her thighs.
Fran groaned, gulped, gasped.
"Let me fuck her ass-hole, will you, Rick?" Jerry asked, his eyes locked to her thumb-plugged ass-hole.
Rick lifted his head slightly, looked over the girl's slender shoulder, and winked. Fran moaned low in her throat. She felt the thumb pulling out, slowly, slowly. It popped out, and Fran's head jerked back at the incredible flash of pain that jolted into her guts.
Rick kneaded and clawed at the girl's ass cheeks, hauling them wide apart as Jerry pulled out his huge cock. The boy moved forward on his knees, fitted the head of his cock into the wet warm crack of the little cunt's beautiful white ass. He scooted further forward, grinding the prick head into the brown pucker. He gripped the fronts of her smooth thighs, and pulled her slightly backward, fitting himself perfectly to her tight little body.
Fran felt the hands on her thighs slip and catch at her moist skin, work until they had a firm grip on her legs. Then Jerry shoved hard, driving his cock deep into her ass-hole in one swift hard thrust, hauling her thighs backward against his.
Fran's head lifted high as a shriek of utter burning agony burst from her throat. She howled long and loud with the pain shooting into her virgin ass-hole.
His cock was immense. It drove deep. She felt as though her ass-hole had been ripped wide open.
As she arched high, Rick grabbed both of her small tits, one in each hand. He squeezed them both hard, clawing his fingernails over her tiny hardened nipples.
Fran shrieked again. Her body shook. Her hands kneaded Rick's shoulders as she fought the pain in her tits and ass-hole.
Jerry pumped deeper into her guts. He clutched her slim thighs in his meaty paws and held on tight as she bucked backward, yanked her ass forward, trying desperately to pull her ass off the huge impaling pole of his cock.
"God! Oh, God! Please! It hurts!" Fran cried out, her head rolling wildly.
Rick ignored her pleading cries. He crushed her beautiful little tits in his fists, yanking them away from her chest, kneading them as hard as he could. He shoved the firm mounds back against her rib-cage and mashed them against the bones as he held her high off his body, arched into a lovely, living bow of pain and pleasure.
Fran was trapped there, arched hard. She grabbed the boy's wrists and held on. She let it happen. She had no choice. Her virgin ass-hole was being raped wide open, reamed out by a boy she'd never seen before.
The burning slowly eased. Jerry was humping her ass-hole harder and harder. The fire never died completely, but it faded a bit. And in its place there rose a deep hot glow of pure pleasure.
Fran felt the sweat dripping off her tits, rolling down her sides, down her bare back and thighs. She felt the boy's hands grow slippery on her flesh as she gushed the salty sweat from every pore on her young body.
She threw her head, tossing her hair about, moaning loudly as her tits were tormented, her nipples pinched and pained. Her ass-hole sizzled with the painful pleasure as Jerry raped in and out, ravaged her with his gigantic prick.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her hands slipping on Rick's strong wrists. "God, it hurts. Oh, please, take it out. Please, don't fuck my ass-hole any more. Please," she begged, over and over. "Please, Rick, make him take it out of me. Oh, please."
"Piss off, baby," Rick growled. He could tell the kid was digging this shit. She was only moaning and groaning for effect. It turned her on to feel like she was getting raped. She loved it.
Jerry banged his balls against the underside of the kid's puffy young cunt as he pounded his cock in and out of her shit tube.
He was so fucking hot and horny after watching those two fucking bitches in the disco that he felt his balls grow hard and heavy almost immediately. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, not with this tight, little-girl ass-hole.
He loved shoving his cock up some kid's ass-hole. The tighter the better. He'd never fucked a virgin before, though. And he'd never fucked a kid so damned young before, either. It felt great. She was so fucking tight and hot and slippery and eager.
He drove his cock in and out of Fran's ass faster and harder, gritting his teeth as he thought about those other two fucking cunts. Fucking cock-teasing bitches.
Well, we'll find them, Jerry told himself, and we'll fuck the shit right out their goddamn little mouths.
He felt his balls begin to tighten. He gulped hard, and his mouth dropped wide open.
"Damn," he whispered. His hands clawed the child's wet thighs, hugging her tighter as he slammed his cock all the way into her shitter. He gasped with the first hot gout of cum that blasted into her hole.
Fran felt it, too. Her ass-hole was burning. It was stretched to the absolute limit around the boy's massive prick. She cried out when she felt the thick fuck juice blast out of his cock and spew into her tight butt hole, filling her.
The cum shot out of his cock like hot water under high pressure. It filled little Fran's shit tube, and began pumping out around the base of the big prick impaling her. She felt the hot cum dripping and sliding down her bare thighs in gooey rivers, splashing and mashing against her skin as Jerry pumped his cock against her.
Her body jerked forward with each hard thrust of Jerry's cock. Her tits were sore from being mashed and crushed in Rick's clutching hands, his fingers digging into the bases of the soft mounds painfully, twisting her nipples until Fran thought he was trying to tear them right off her chest.
Her whole body went rigid on the pole of Jerry's iron-hard prick. He pumped into her like a madman, squirting the cum from his cock head, hosing her shit tube. His fluid filled the child's beautiful ass-hole to overflowing.
Oh, God, how she had to shit!
Her muscles tightened. Her belly churned and spasmed as she felt the boy's cum flooding her insides. Her ass jerked and wiggled in a wild dance of sex and lust. She jammed her ass-hole down on his raping cock, then yanked it almost completely off.
"Oh, God!" she groaned in pleasure, gasping loudly and tossing her pretty head wildly. It felt so fucking good. It hurt so fucking much. It was all one hot burning pleasure of pain.
"Uh. Ohhh," she grunted and moaned, and drove her head down to bury her face in Rick's neck. He threw his arms up around her shoulders and hugged her tightly to him.
Her ass pumped back and forth in time to the fucking, humping rhythm of Jerry's fat cock. She heard the popping, sucking sound of the boy's hot cum bubbling and bursting out of her shitter. She cried out with joyful pleasure each time he thrust his prick back inside her ass-hole, slamming her face hard into Rick's powerful neck.
Fran was being used like some low animal, and she knew it. And she loved it. She felt no shame at all at being fucked like some young bitch dog in heat. She was in heat, damn it all.
She wanted it to go on and on forever, his cock fucking in and out of her ass-hole like this, hugging the other boy so tightly.
She whimpered when she felt the blasting cum stop. Jerry pulled his quickly softening prick out of her ass-hole. She sighed when she felt the thick gooey cum gush out of her ass-hole in quick spurts and bubbling dribbles, and roll in thick slow rivers down her sweaty thighs.
"Ohhh," she murmured softly against Rick's chest. She let her body slip down on top of his, resting, relaxing completely. It felt so fucking great to rest.
Jerry snorted and shook his head. "Great piece of ass you got there, kid," he said, tucking his cock back inside his pants. Fran smiled and nodded very slightly. Jerry backed off, began crawling back up over the blankets to the front seat. He gave Fran's bare wet ass cheek a hard slap. She jumped, tensed. Rick stroked her hair, cooed tenderly into her ear, calming her down quickly.
Jerry climbed into the passenger's seat. They were already well down the highway, speeding along smoothly.
"Think we can catch them?" Jerry asked.
"Shit, yeah. That little bitch back at the dance told me where they fucking live. They were so fucking scared they probably headed straight home. Even if they didn't, we'll be there waiting for them when they get there."
"Yeah," Jerry grinned, rubbing his hands together in glee. "We'll show those fucking cunts who they're messing with."
"Damn their fucking little cunts," Jim said.
CHAPTER FOUR
The tire blew. The car swerved, skidded off the shoulder and down the grassy embankment before either girl had a chance to scream. The car came to a sudden stop, crunching against the side of a big tree.
"Damn it all to fucking hell!" Wendy screamed, pounding the steering wheel with all her strength.
"Are you all right, Wendy?" Kristy shouted, stunned for a moment by a light knock on the side of her head when she ducked against the dash.
"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy said, feeling around her body. "Are you?"
"Yeah," Kristy said. She sat still for a few seconds, then gave a quick shudder. She tried the handle of the door, but the tree had jammed it locked.
"Let's get out. We'll have to use your door, Wendy."
Wendy pushed her door open and climbed out of the car. Kristy followed, and they stood on the slippery slope, cursing the car and the tire manufacturer.
"Shit on the whole fucking world. Damn this fucking shit all to motherfucking hell."
Kristy suddenly burst into loud laughter. Wendy stared at her for a second, then grinned, then began chuckling, too. Well, it could have been worse. They might have been killed.
"Well, what now?" Kristy asked. She looked around the slope. The highway was about twenty feet away, up the hill. The traffic was light, with only an occasional flash of headlights sweeping out over their heads. Beyond the tree, and the useless car, there stretched only dark fields, without a sign of civilization.
"We walk, I guess."
"Shit," Kristy said. She looked down at herself. She was dressed in her blouse again, but from her waist down, she had on only her panties and her stockings. The shoes she was wearing were all right for walking, though. Thank God, she hadn't worn her six-inch spike heels tonight.
"Let's go. We can hitch a ride, then call for help from home."
"Yeah, I guess so," Kristy agreed. She sighed, and started up the slippery hillside. Wendy followed, giggling slightly.
As she topped the slope and stepped onto the crunching gravel of the shoulder, Kristy looked at Wendy.
"What's so funny?"
"You. Dressed like that, we should get a ride with the first car."
"Sure. With our luck tonight, the first thing to come by will be a truck."
"Yeah," Wendy chuckled. "And a horny trucker."
"Horny fucker," Kristy said, snorting a laugh. "Oh, well."
"Let's go."
Kristy walked with her arms crossed over her tits, hugging herself to keep warm. The night air was growing chilly. Her long slender legs were cold. She could feel the wind growing stronger, blowing her shirt tails, lifting them behind her ass, exposing her panties to the passing motorists.
Her under things were still damp from her sweaty dancing. The chilly air made them downright cold against her smooth skin.
"Hope we get a ride soon, Wendy. I'm freezing out here."
Another car zipped by, not even slowing for the view.
"Bastards," Wendy cursed.
"Why the hell don't they stop and pick us up?"
"They can't really see us until it's too late, maybe. Besides, we're not really hitch-hiking, are we? Just walking along the road."
"Bullshit. Two beautiful young things like us, strolling along in the dark, alone, helpless. Only a madman wouldn't stop."
"Maybe only a madman would stop," Wendy said. "Every day the papers are filled with horror stories about hitch-hiking killers."
"Sure. And killed hitch-hikers."
Wendy giggled and Kristy smiled. The air swirled around them, making them both shiver. They walked for a long time before anybody stopped to pick them up.
* * *
The van sped by the two girls. Jim was glaring down the highway, mesmerized by the flashing of the broken line down the center of the road. He was concentrating on what he was going to do to that big-titted filly, once he got to her apartment, once he got his hands on those giant tits of hers. He didn't see the two figures walking along the side of the road.
But Jerry did.
"Hey! You see that good-looking shit."
"Huh?"
"Damn it, Jim. Stop this fucking truck and turn around. There's a couple of sweet chicks back there."
"Oh, yeah? Tough pussy, fella. I want those two bitches from the disco."
Jerry slapped his knees, shook his head.
"Idiot! To hell with those frigid cunts, man. There're two good-looking pieces of fuckable meat right here. For God's sake, stop the truck."
"Piss on you and piss on them."
Jerry pounded his knees repeatedly.
"Listen, you stupid dope. We can go after those other two cunts any time we want them. Tomorrow. Next week. But right now we can pick up some good stuff. Fresh cunt, boy. Ain't you listening?"
Jim frowned. He slowed the truck, then made his decision. What the hell? Jerry was right. They could always find those other bitches. And a cunt in the hand was worth two in the apartment, any time.
He pressed down on the brake and spun the wheel. Rick and Fran were rolled over against the wall as the truck made a sharp U-turn.
"Hey, you fucking maniac!" Rick shouted. But Fran was laughing against his chest. He hugged her tighter and held on.
The truck made another sharp U-turn and headed back toward the girls. Wendy squinted at the oncoming lights, partly blinded by their brightness. Kristy kept her eyes looking out toward the field.
Inside the truck, Jim felt his cock lurch.
"Great balls of shit! It's them."
"Jesus, look at those fucking legs."
The van pulled past the girls and drove onto the shoulder, several yards beyond them. As it went by, Wendy's heart skipped a beat.
"It's them!" she gasped. She grabbed Kristy's arm and pushed her down off the road, down the side of the slope. "It's the guy from the disco. They've followed us, Kristy."
Kristy felt her heart go icy with fear. There was no place they could hide.
"Oh, God, no," she whispered.
"Keep moving down the hill. Maybe they didn't see it was us. Maybe they think it was just two girls, other girls, any girls." Wendy was babbling. She wanted to get far away from here. She had seen the glitter in the boy's eyes, and she knew there was only one thing on his mind. And it wasn't giving two girls a lift home.
It was rape!
Wendy was absolutely certain that the boys in the truck would rape her and Kristy, if they caught them.
"We've got to run, Kristy. Run."
Kristy felt the hand on her back give a hard shove forward. Her shoes slipped on the grassy slope, and she fell, skidded downward on her hip and thigh, smearing the whole side of her stocking with grass-stains and soil. She knew she'd tore a long rip up her leg, from just above her knee to the darker band of nylon around the top of the stocking.
"Damn," she cursed. But she was cursing the boys, not her ripped stocking.
"Keep moving," Wendy said, urging her girl friend to get up and run. "We'll have to find someplace to hide if they come after us."
"There isn't any place, Wendy," Kristy whined.
Wendy was searching the darkness, looking for some larger shape that would indicate a house or shed or anything that might offer some kind of shelter. Or maybe some kind of weapon.
"Get some stones," she said suddenly, dropping to her knees on the grassy hill and scrambling around for a fist-sized rock. She found one almost immediately. "Good," she said. "There's a lot of stones here. Get some, Kristy, and if they get close to us, we can really hurt them good."
Kristy knelt and found a rock. She hefted it, felt its solid bulk and weight. Yeah, she could really lay a guy out with this. If she hit him right.
"God, I hope there's only the two of them."
"Me, too, kid," Wendy whispered.
They stood up, their fists clenched tightly around a couple of deadly rocks, and began moving further down the slope. It ended with a slightly steeper drop, but then the field was level for several hundred yards in all directions away from the road.
A flashlight beam speared out over their heads, piercing the blackness with a bright cone of light.
"Get down," Wendy gasped, shoving Kristy to the ground.
They crouched, looking up the slope as the beam bobbed and moved toward the lip of the hill.
Kristy's knee was pressing into the edge of a sharp pointed stone. It sent a throbbing pain into her knee and up her thigh. Somehow, the pain seemed to settle in her cunt, throbbing and pulsing in a tight ring right around her clit.
She watched the light lift suddenly, and the bright lens of the flashlight came into view. Dark shadows stood behind the beam.
"They'll spot us in a few seconds. Get ready to run."
Kristy shifted, took off her shoes. She wanted to remove her stockings, too, but she knew there wasn't time. She watched as the beam flashed downward along the slope. The boy holding it swung it from side to side, then held it on the car.
The girls heard talking, and saw the boys take off running toward the car. The flashlight beam bounced and waved.
'Thank God for little favors," Wendy said. Her voice was quivering. She stood up, then reached down and grabbed Kristy's arm, hauling her to her feet.
"Listen," she whispered urgently. "They saw us come over the side of this hill, so they know we're out here somewhere. It's really just a matter of time before they find us. If we can get back up the hill, maybe down there," Wendy said, pointing to a spot beyond the front of the stopped van, "we can cross the road. There are woods over there. They'll never find us, if we can make it over there."
Kristy was moving before her girl friend stopped explaining the plan. The boys were still occupied by the car, probably thinking that they were hiding near it.
Both girls ran as fast as they could along the base of the slope, wincing as they struck a sharp stone, or stubbed a toe against a fallen tree limb. They quickly ran out of breath. Panting hard, they pulled up. Wendy turned to see where the flashlight beam was.
And just at that moment, it swung right at them.
"Oh, God!" Kristy cried.
"Up," Wendy urged, pushing at Kristy's ass. "Get up the hill as fast as you can. Into the woods."
The light bounced closer and closer. Obviously, whoever held the flashlight was running hard. Kristy's lungs felt like they were about to burst. Wendy was gasping hard, snorting raggedly as she tried to scramble for safety up the hillside.
But the grass here was wet and slippery, and the soil loose. There was no footing. Both girls fell and slid and slipped, cursing every inch of the way as they fought to get away from the boys.
They could hear the running footsteps now.
"Oh, God!" Wendy cried, clawing at the grass. It tore away from the soil in two large clumps, and she rolled back down the slope.
"Kristy!" she shouted loudly. "Keep going!"
Wendy took a deep breath. Well, cuck this shit, she thought. She held two tight Mstfuls of grassy sod. The flashlight beam was aimed right into her eyes. She stood up, faced the running boy squarely and waited.
"That's the good girl," Jim said. He was breathing hard, too. He held the beam in Wendy's face, and moved slowly closer to her.
"Where's your shit-eating buddy," Wendy snarled, playing for time. She knew she was lost.
Her only thought now was for Kristy. She had to hold these fucking creeps at bay until her friend had time to escape.
Jim just grinned at her. He played the bright light slowly downward, aiming it at her big tits. Her tank top was smeared with muddy soil, and strands of grass. It was twisted on her body. Her big tits heaved with the hard effort of her ragged breathing.
"Nice tits, girl. I'm gonna enjoy sucking on those big nipples you got there."
"Choke on them, you shit head," Wendy snorted. The fear seemed to drain from her body. She knew she was going to be raped, now. Knew it as certainly as she knew her name. But she sensed that this guy was not going to really damage her too badly. He was the kind who wanted a good fuck, maybe a good suck, and that was about it.
Or so she hoped.
He played the light beam lower, enjoyed the sight of Wendy's belly, bare and wet and shuddering. She sucked in her tummy as she realized the longer she held his interest, the longer Kristy had to escape.
She cocked one hip high. Her hands were resting on the flare of her ass cheeks, behind her back. She clutched the fistfuls of dirt tighter, getting ready.
The light slipped lower, played over her thighs for a moment before dropping to her knees.
"Tore your stocking, little lady," Jim said.
Kristy looked downward. She hadn't even felt it. The whole knee of one stocking was missing.
"Tough shit," she said, looking back at Jim.
"You're one ballsy broad, you know that?" Jim told her. He found himself admiring the girl. She was scared of him, but she wasn't going to give in to her fear. She had real guts. "Yeah, you're one ballsy, gutsy broad," Jim said, stepping toward her. This was the move she'd been waiting for.
As Jim flicked the flashlight off, and stepped up to her, Wendy stepped backward, brought her hands around and up, and mashed both fistfuls of dirt into Jim's face, grinding hard with the heels of her thumbs.
Jim growled and slapped at her hands. Wendy jerked back, turned to run, and slipped on the grass. She went down hard, rolled away in case the boy was going to jump her. She saw him still standing there, patiently wiping the dirt from his face. She'd missed his eyes. He had a few scratches on his cheeks, but that was all.
She rolled again, and started to get to her feet, but Jim moved quickly beside her. He swept his foot out, knocked Wendy's legs from under her. She went down again, harder. The wind whooshed from her lungs. She lay still, panting.
"Stupid bitch," Jim said, standing over her. He nudged her hip with the toe of his shoe, forcing her to roll over onto her back.
"Real stupid," he said again. The flashlight beam snapped on, right in her eyes. She winced, blinked. Jim lifted his foot and stepped down onto Wendy's right tit, mashing the big firm mound firmly against her rib cage. He wiped the bottom of his shoe off on the front of her tank top.
Wendy lay there, gulping. She felt the boy's shoe rubbing over her nipple. He wiped the shoe again across her tank top, cleaning the outside edge of the sole. Wendy closed her eyes. She knew this was it. He was going to rape her now.
"Please don't hurt me," she said quietly. She was defeated. All evening long she'd felt the rising tide of horniness, the gut-wrenching lust churning within her belly, making her cunt slippery with lubrication, her clit hard with desire.
Her nipples popped into hard little nubs of female flesh when Jim rubbed his shoes on her tank top, scraping the sole over those sensitive buds.
She quivered under his foot. The ground beneath her ass and shoulders was cold and wet, but she barely felt the chill. She was warm. She felt warm and comfortable, lying here under the wild boy's rubbing shoe.
Her tits seemed to expand, to grow huge and heavy as he pressed downward with his foot. He worked the heel of his shoe right over her nipple and ground down.
Wendy grunted. The pressure crushed the air from her lungs. She reached up and grabbed the boy's ankle, slipped her warm hands up under the cuff of his pants.
But instead of pushing the foot away, she found herself massaging the boy's ankle and calf, kneading the hard muscles of his leg.
"Good girl, baby," Jim said to her, grinning down. "You like it, huh? You like being under some guy's heel, huh? Don't you, baby?"
Wendy nodded slowly. She gulped hard as Jim really ground her big tits back against her rib cage. She groaned loudly.
"Hey, bitch. Put your arms up above your head."
Wendy moaned, knowing that this guy was going to play with her before he got down to business. She felt her clit begin to itch. Her nipples hardened into tight thumbs of iron-like flesh.
Slowly, Wendy obeyed the order. She stretched her arms above her head. This position lifted her tits, rounded them under the twisted material of her tank top.
She felt Jim's shoe move off the material and scrape over the flesh of her taut young belly. He pressured downward, feeling the girl's bowels give way under his weight. She was so soft and pliant. He could squash her like a fucking little bug, if he wanted to. His cock went absolutely rigid in his pants. With one hand, he unzipped the front of his jeans and hauled out his massive prick. It bobbed in front of him, a drop of cum juice forming at the very tip, and dripping onto the young girl's bare tummy.
"Please don't do that to me," Wendy begged. She felt the grit and small pebbles in the dirt of his shoes scratching over her bare skin. "Just rape me, you fucking bastard, if you have to. But don't mark me, damn you."
"Sure, kid. Whatever you say."
Jim pulled his foot off the girl's belly. The light moved over her. She started to pull her arms back down, but Jim warned her to leave them above her head.
He knelt beside her, shifted the flashlight to his left hand. He touched her tit. He cupped it firmly, caressed it for a few moments. God, it was the biggest hunk of titflesh he'd ever seen. He wanted to blast his cum all over those huge nipples, bury them in his hot spunk.
He shoved his hand up under the bottom of the tank top, forced the material upward. His hand cupped the warm flesh of her tit, the hard nipple drilling into the center of his palm. He worked the tank top up over her tit and pushed it off her big jugs until it was a wadded doughnut of material around her throat.
He gripped the light in his shaking fist and shined it right at Wendy's tits. Oh, God, Jim groaned to himself. What beauties. They were big and round and firm, without the hint of sag. His palm could cup only the outermost tip. Her nipple really did seem to be as big as his fucking thumb.
He bent forward, his mouth watering. He laid the flashlight down on the grass, and shut it off. His lips stroked the hard flesh of Wendy's erect nipple.
"Ohhh," she moaned. She shifted, turned slightly away, trying to move her big nipple away from the boy's hot lips. She could hardly believe her own sudden surge of excitement. Oh, dear God, no. She didn't want to respond to the boy's nibbling lips and teeth, but her body was betraying her.
Her throat tightened. Her belly quivered. Her cunt drooled. Her nipples burned and itched, and Jim's wagging tongue made her whole body stiffen with a hard, gut-churning jolt of pleasure.
"No, please," Wendy begged, her voice betraying the lie.
"Don't hand me that shit, baby," Jim said, lifting his mouth from the succulent tit. He looked at her pretty face. "You love this fucking shit. Don't you?"
He glared at her. She clenched her fists tightly, but left her arms stretched high.
"Don't you, bitch?" Jim demanded. Wendy looked away from his handsome face. She licked her lips.
Jim reached down and gripped one huge nipple between his thumb and finger, and squeezed hard, twisted the button of exquisitely sensitive flesh.
Wendy gritted her teeth, shut her eyes tight, and stiffened her whole body against the hard pain throbbing in her tit from her crushed nipple.
"Uh," she grunted hard, when the boy released her tit.
"Don't you?" Jim demanded again, stroking the girl's nipple very lightly with the tip of his thumb.
Wendy gulped, but forced herself not to answer. Jim shrugged.
"Piss on you, then," he said calmly. He bent back over her, and sucked the nipple back into his mouth. Wendy gasped. His tongue stroked the hard bud rapidly, and he sucked it with just the right amount of pressure, nipping the outer part of her swollen flesh with his teeth.
"Ohhh," she moaned at last, her chest heaving hard with the pleasure she was feeling. How could this be? She didn't want to be raped. That was the male sex fantasy, wasn't it? The beautiful young girl, forced to suck cock for the first time, or forced to spread her beautiful legs for some wild young stranger, and suddenly loving it. Loving every fucking second of her hard rape.
Wendy felt her body opening as the boy sucked on her tit. She felt her arms relax, her fists unclench. Her legs spread slightly, her thighs shifting, her knees lifting a little bit. Her nipples went so fucking hard they hurt. Her whole body seemed filled with a pleasant warmth, even though she was lying half-naked on the cold wet ground. Her cunt gushed. The fragrance of her cunt juice filled her nostrils, betraying the truth of her body.
Jim smiled as he sniffed the girl's perfume. His free hand started stroking her taut belly, and he could feel her softness, her looseness. His hand moved downward to the waist of her skirt, gripped a handful of material, and started pulling it upward to expose her cunt.
His heart raced. He was going to do it. He was already sucking one of her magnificent nipples, nipping it and slobbering all over it like a new baby at his mother's breast. His hand shook as he yanked at the front of her skirt.
Wendy lifted her ass off the ground, to help him with the fucking skirt. Oh, damn this, damn this, she moaned, rocking her head from side to side. She didn't want it to happen. She didn't want to submit so easily to her rape. But her body wouldn't help her fight him off. It was as though she was far away, watching the whole thing happen to somebody else. She wanted to help him, but she couldn't.
Her arms felt like they were bound above her head. She knew she could bring them down whenever she wished, and use them to claw and scratch at the boy's face. And yet, she knew she couldn't. They actually were bound there, held tightly to the cold ground, by the iron bonds of her own will.
She arched her back, jammed her big tit into Jim's sucking mouth. Her low moan sent a thrill through her body, and she shifted her shoulders, trying to rub her aching, swollen nipple against the boy's teeth.
His hand gave a final hard yank on her skirt, and the snap under the waistband gave way. The wraparound material slipped open, exposing her stocking tops and the warm wet front of her tight panties. Her garter straps were pulled taut along the fronts of her thighs. Jim ran his palm rapidly over the whole front of her belly and thighs, feeling the incredible heat that poured out of her young cunt.
Oh, yeah. She was willing. She was going to love this fuck, Jim told himself. He felt his cock go harder, ready to ream out her cunt hole.
Sucking on her nipple, Jim shifted around until he was stretched out on the ground beside her. His hand cupped her pussy through the material of her panties. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the gooey wetness soaking her panties. Damn right, she was ready.
Wendy groaned when she felt his palm cupping her cunt. She ground her pussy up into his hot palm.
"Come on, baby. Get hot. Get nice and wet, doll," Jim groaned, lifting his lips from her succulent young nipple.
Wendy was writhing wildly under his tongue and searching, tormenting hand. His fingers clawed at the leg holes of her panties, gripped the material, pulled and twisted. Wendy shot her ass high, giving him plenty of room to skin her panties down to her knees.
Jim yanked, pushed, pawed. The panties fought back. Wendy screamed out loud and sat up suddenly. Jim gasped, yanked his hand away from the panties as Wendy bent down over her legs and ripped the damned things off her feet, threw them as far away into the darkness as she could.
"Hot fucking shit," Jim muttered, delighted.
Wendy threw herself down onto her back again, rammed both arms high above her head, as though seeking some hard iron shackles. She was on fire. The wet, cold ground felt like a soft mattress under her horny young body.
She was humping her thighs and cunt up and down, tossing her lovely head wildly from side to side.
Jim's hand grabbed a fistful of Wendy's pussy hair.
"Oh, God," Wendy moaned, her voice a husky whisper of desire. She had been horny all day. The dance had driven her wild with lust. As much as she feared rape, she had to be fucked. Her cunt hole was dripping, screaming for cock.
"Fuck me, you mother-fucking son of a bitch!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Jim gobbled her nipple. His tongue lashed her swollen aching nubbin in a frenzy of hot lust. He sucked. He slobbered all over the bulging globes of Wendy's bare young tits. The wet saliva chilled her nipples, made them grow even harder. She was gasping for breath, her fists tightening and opening as she gulped and groaned and threw her head from side to side.
"Oh, fuck me. Please do it. Hurry. Hurry. Do it now. I need it so fucking bad. Stick your fucking prick into me, you bastard. Fuck me. Hurry," Wendy begged.
Jim pulled his mouth away from her beautiful tits. He kissed his way upward over the young girl's throbbing neck, kissed her earlobe. Wendy caught her breath. She twisted her head away from the torture of the sucking tongue at her ear. Jim made a sudden move, and smothered Wendy's mouth with his own, thrusting his hot tongue between her lips. Wendy opened her mouth wide, and let the boy's tongue inside. She sucked on the fat, wet snake of his tongue, groaning loudly, mashing her full sensuous lips harder and harder against his.
Jim shifted, climbed up on top of Wendy's pumping, undulating body. His chest crushed against her big tits. His weight drove the air from her gasping lungs. His cock slipped quickly between her thighs, and Wendy stiffened at the first feel of the probing cock head. She spread her legs wide, and began humping her tight cunt against Jim's hard cock. He wiggled his ass, fitting his prick into the slippery slit of Wendy's firm cunt, and gave a hard deep thrust that sent his huge cock all the way into her pussy.
Wendy released the boy's tongue and threw her head far back, screaming loudly into the darkness. She thrust her ass high, driving her tight wet hole all the way up the full length of Jim's throbbing prick. She ground her pelvic bones against the boy's body, mashing his balls against the lower portion of her young cunt.
She was too fucking hot. She couldn't stand it another second. She began pumping her cunt up and down on his impaling cock, clenching her tight cunt walls as hard as she could around his thick prick.
Wendy felt her big tits jiggling against the boy's chest. Her nipples felt like diamond-hard drill bits, twisting with pleasure into the front of Jim's shirt.
Her cunt gushed lubrication. Jim's cock slid in and out of her loving pussy like a thick hot knife through melting butter. He knifed into her cunt again and again, matching the wild humping rhythm the youngster had established. She was fucking him. She was raping him.
"Go, baby doll," Jim moaned against her ear. Wendy jerked her arms down and hugged him hard, yanked his body hard against her. Her ass shook under the pounding impact of Jim's cock. Her cunt wails pulsed and burned and clenched with the hot wet pleasure of his driving cock, ramming in and out, deeper and deeper with each gigantic thrust into her guts.
"Oh, God, I'm coming. I can feel it," Wendy gasped, clutching Jim's shoulders tighter. She had never felt it come so fast. She'd never been fucked so damned hard, so fucking deep. It felt like he was using an iron rod in her cunt, not a human cock.
No longer was she far away, a spectator of her own rape. She was right here, totally. She was helping. She was fucking the boy's rigid prick just as much as his cock was fucking her cunt.
She wanted it. She needed it. She had to fucking have it.
"Ohhh," she moaned, shivering and shuddering as she slowly arched high, lifting the boy on top of her. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Now."
She thrust higher, locked her young hard body into a tight bow of pleasure, and began shuddering violently, gasping as she sucked air.
"Ahhhgg!" she groaned in a long, low moan.
Her body thrust and humped and pumped upward, driving higher and higher. She sucked at the boy's cock with her cunt walls, trying to pull his prick right off his body and gobble it into her churning, writhing belly.
Her thighs shook as she held Jim up in the air, her ass cheeks off the ground. Her tits shook as though they were rubber balloons filled with jello. Her nipples felt like they were going to explode.
Her cunt walls gushed her juices, filling her tight channel with a flood of fragrant sauce. The sweet odor wafted out of her tight cunt and filled the air around them. It drove Wendy wilder.
"Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me harder! Do it!" she demanded.
Her fingernails clawed at the back of Jim's shirt, trying to rip the thing off his back. She was like a wild animal in heat. She ground her throbbing clit up and down along the fat shaft of Jim's prick.
Jim felt his balls banging against Wendy's cunt. He could hear the juices gushing out around the base of his cock each time he pulled back, feel the fluids splash as he drove into her again, slamming his balls and prick into her hot pussy.
His balls gave a hard squeeze. Jim jammed his prick into Wendy's cunt and began pumping her full of his hot thick cum. Scalding gouts of spunk blasted into Wendy's pussy. She gasped when she felt the first'spurt gush out of the boy's cock head. It burned her guts. She felt her cunt walls spasm hard as her pussy sucked the boy's cum from his cock.
She grunted as he pounded into her cunt, pumping her full of his cum juices. She slammed flat against the cold ground, her ass cheeks flattening under the boy's hammering prick.
She gasped for breath. Her pussy twitched and dribbled a few last drops of beautiful juice, and she felt the warmth begin to fade. She relaxed her grip on Jim's big shoulders and shoved her arms high above her head again.
His mouth went down to her jiggling bouncing nipple and sucked it into the hot wet cavern, nipping it with his teeth. Wendy jerked at the sharp little pain. But it felt nice. She grunted with each deep thrust. She had never felt so fucking full of cum before. It was fantastic.
She let the boy pump her full. She loved the feel of his hard young body riding hers, fucking her cunt with his massive young prick.
"Oh, Jesus," she moaned, rolling her head loosely on her shoulders, twitching hard each time he fucked into her pussy. "God, you fuck great. I've never been fucked so hard, so fucking deep.
Ohhh, yeah. And so nice and slow. Yeah, do it to me just like that."
Wendy cooed and purred, now that the boy's cum had stopped spurting. He was taking it easy on her, pumping in and out very slowly, rubbing the length of his cock up and down over her hard, young clit. It was so exquisitely sensitive now, after her hard come, and Jim knew just how to rub it for her.
He spurted the last drops of his cum into Wendy's slimy pussy. His cock began softening slowly. He kept up the slow pumping, humping fucking of the youngster's beautiful little pussy hole.
Wendy sighed. She felt completely relaxed now. Jim slowly stopped pumping his cock into her. He lay still on top of her warm body, feeling her breathe beneath him. He kissed her neck, sucked a dark love bite into the soft warm flesh.
Wendy cocked her head down, gave a little giggle.
Jim sighed in pleasure, too.
"God, that was good," Wendy whispered. Her hand came down and began stroking the back of Jim's head, her fingers curling tenderly in his soft, dark hair.'
She rested, feeling the cum dribbling out of her pussy slit. His cock grew soft, and slipped from between her pussy lips. A thick little river of cum slipped out of her cunt.
"You've got the best fucking cunt I've ever fucking creamed in, baby," Jim told her, cupping one big tit. He cupped the big globe of warm flesh, letting her hard nipple slowly soften.
"I sure as hell do," Wendy said suddenly. They both began laughing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kristy hesitated only a split second. She heard Wendy slip back down the slope. She whirled, ready to rush back down to help the girl, when Wendy yelled for her to keep running.
Instinctively, Kristy obeyed. She clawed her way up the side of the hill. She reached the top and crouched low on the shoulder, praying that some other car would come along just then. But the highway was empty, except for the van parked only a couple of hundred feet back up the road.
The headlights were aimed right at her. Anyone in the truck could easily see her when she made the dash across the road.
She took a deep breath. She looked back down the slope toward Wendy. She saw the girl, captured like a paralyzed fawn in the bright beam of the flashlight, waiting for the slaughter.
"Oh, Wendy," Kristy moaned quietly. She felt torn between escape and safety for herself, or rushing back down the hill to the aid of her best girl friend.
Kristy watched the boy approach Wendy. She stood there, fascinated, while the boy played the bright light down over Wendy's body. But a crunching sound tore her attention back to her own predicament.
A dark shadow was moving quickly toward her from the direction of the truck, avoiding the headlights. Wendy jumped, and ran across the road. She hesitated only for the briefest second at the edge of the slope, then forced herself over, and down into the woods. Oh, shit. It was swampy ground over here. The trees were dense, and the underbrush was almost impassable. As she tried to run, she felt the sharp, hard thorns catching at her stockings, ripping the nylon from her flesh, stabbing into her skin, scratching her badly.
Her long legs sank into the disgusting slime and scummy water, smearing her legs with muck and twigs and leaves, and splashing the filth up onto her blouse, her face.
It was awful, but she had to keep moving. She could hear her pursuer crashing through the undergrowth, splashing through the water after her. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her heart was hammering, her lungs exploding with agony.
The boy behind her shouted out a warning, trying to scare her even more than she already was.
"Watch out for the snakes, baby. They're all over in here."
Oh, Jesus, Kristy thought. She shivered and whimpered with horror. Her stomach did flip-flops. Every touch of a loose limb or a trailing vine became the slithering attack of a giant snake. She began crying.
Blinded by her own tears, Kristy bumped into a tree and stunned herself. She stood there, shaking her head to clear it of her terror. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed.
Jerry turned her to face him, hugged her to his body. She went into his arms almost gratefully. She was glad the chase was over. She just wanted to get the hell out of this swamp. Even if it meant being raped.
"Easy, baby. It's okay now. I'll take care of you. I'll take real good care of you," Jerry whispered, stroking Kristy's soft blonde hair with one hand while he held her tightly to him with the other.
"Oh, please, just get me out of here," Kristy begged, wiping her teary cheeks against the boy's shirt.
"Sure, honey. Sure, baby. Let's just not rush things too fast, okay?"
Kristy let the boy stroke her hair. She felt the cold, scummy water lapping softly at her knees. Her shoes had been lost somewhere in the muck, and she felt her feet buried deep in the thick lumpy goo of the swamp floor. She was exhausted, defeated. She clung to Jerry's body, letting her tears subside.
"Good girl," he told her, purring into her ear. He forced her to lean back against the tree trunk. "Relax, doll. Let old Jerry take care of everything."
Kristy nodded weakly. She didn't fight his hand as she felt him stroke down the side of her neck to her shoulder, then move along the collar of her blouse to the front of her throat. He fingered the button open, and spread the material away from her skin.
She lifted her chin and let him kiss her throat. It even felt good. He tongued the throbbing pulse at the side of her neck. He sucked at the pulsing artery like a loving vampire.
Kristy felt his other hand slip from around her waist and move to the front of her thighs. She whined softly as his hand stroked very lightly over the sensitive flesh above the tops of her ripped stockings, feeling the taut garter straps. She could sense his teasing, his fingertips avoiding the front of her taut panties for the moment, savoring his conquest.
The bark of the tree was rough against her back. Jerry pressed her harder against it. He stepped in closer and held her locked between his big body and the tree behind her.
His hand found her cunt.
"Uh," Kristy groaned. Her body twitched at the sudden touch. She twisted her head, pulled a few strands of her hair that caught in the rough bark.
"Oh, no," she whispered. Her hands were hanging limply at her sides. She had no strength left to fight him. He was too strong for her even if she had.
"Be cool, babe," Jerry whispered to her. His lips nuzzled her warm throat, kissing and sucking at the girl's smooth skin.
"Mmmmm," Kristy moaned low in her throat. She felt the warmth growing in her body . She had been so fucking horny this evening, back at the disco. She had wanted to find some young stud, and let him fuck her pussy. She couldn't stand being a fucking virgin. Oh, God, but she didn't want to be raped. She didn't want to have her first fuck take place out here, in a swamp. She wanted a nice place, with a fireplace, comfort, music.
Jerry kissed her cheek, moved his mouth over hers. Her lips responded at once, sucking at his mouth like a leech. She gasped in her own surprise. Her mouth went wild against his, sucking his lips, thrusting her tongue against them, nipping at them with her lovely teeth.
Jerry opened his mouth and sucked the girl's hot tongue inside, suctioned it hard. Kristy winced at the pain deep in her mouth. It felt like Jerry was going to rip her tongue out by its roots.
Her face rolled against his as she ground her lips harder against his mouth. Her tongue ached. Jerry bit down on the very tip of the soft warm tongue, and Kristy cried out.
But her attention was mostly on the boy's hand. His fingers clawed at the leg holes of her panties. His fingernails scratched the soft flesh where her thighs joined her body, both tickling and hurting at the same time.
Jerry sucked her tongue harder. His hand moved to the thin straps of her garter belt, his fingers worked underneath them. He gripped the strap, and yanked. It snapped free of her torn stocking. He reached around to the strap at the back of her thigh and ripped it off the stocking, too. Then he pushed the stocking down her thigh. It slid down to her knee, a useless mass of shredded nylon floating around her leg on the water.
Kristy's leg was stained and scratched from her run through the swamp. It was coated with mud and bits of dead leaves, and soaked with swamp water. She shivered as Jerry pulled his mouth from hers, knelt, and began cleaning her leg with the cold water.
It was a tender act, and his stroking hand felt good. Kristy held onto his shoulders, and twisted her thigh so he could wash the back of her leg, too.
Then, he did the same thing with her other leg. She helped him strip off the nylons from her feet. She shivered only slightly as she pressed her feet back down into the cold muck.
He hugged her again. She clung to him for the warmth of his body. She was freezing cold. Her whole body felt chilled to the bone. Her lower legs, in the water, were numb.
"Let's get this blouse off you, honey," Jerry whispered. Kristy nodded. She lifted her arms to her shoulders as Jerry quickly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, then she drew the loose material back off her shoulders and down her arms.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered against the boy's chest as he hugged her again. She felt him draw her toward him, away from the tree, and his fingers fumbled with the strap of her bra, high up between her shoulder blades. She felt the strap unhook, and the bra cups loosen. He pushed her back against the tree, and hauled the bra straps off her shoulders, yanked the cups from her large tits.
"Beautiful," he said. "You got a real nice pair of tits, baby. Not like your girl friend back there, but not bad."
Kristy jerked at the mention of her friend. She gulped and started to push the boy away from her. But he bent down and took one of her chilly nipples between his teeth, and began licking and nipping it into life.
Kristy moaned when she felt her nipple responding almost immediately. Her nipple bloomed into a hard nub of exquisitely sensitive flesh. Jerry sucked the button hard, his tongue lashing back and forth over the very tip, sending jolt after jolt of tingling pleasure deep into Kristy's firm young tit.
It took her several moments to realize she was kneading the back of the young man's neck, curling the short hair in her trembling fingers.
Her tit quickly warmed under the licking tongue. Her moans grew louder. Her fingers began clawing at his neck.
Jerry smiled as he felt the young teen's response. She was horny and ready for fucking, he could tell. Her hips gave a slight lurch forward. Hell, Jerry thought, this kid probably didn't even know how badly she needed it. His cock was rigid in his pants. He grinned as he remembered Jim, running like crazy after that other broad with his cock hanging out of his pants like an elephant's trunk.
He needed it pretty damn badly himself, he knew. He'd never thought of himself as a rapist. He couldn't really think of himself like that now. He was just pleasing a girl. She wasn't fighting, was she? Fuck, no. She was getting hotter by the fucking second.
He shook the thoughts away, and sucked her nipple harder, making Kristy gasp with the sharpness of the pain. It felt like he was gnawing her nipple right off her tit.
"Oh, please," she pleaded in a whisper, her voice low and urgent. Her fingers hesitated in his hair, stiffened as she fought to keep herself from ripping her tit from the boy's mouth. She knew if she pulled away suddenly, her whole nipple would be left in hs mouth.
"Ohhh," she groaned, rolling her head against the bark of the tree. "Ohhh, nooo. You're hurting my nipple. Please stop biting me there. Oh, please," she cried. She forced her fingers to caress the sides of his face, very gently, though her hands were shaking violently. She sought out the hinge of his jaw, and pressured her thumbs there, trying to carefully open the boy's jaws.
He spit out her nipple, jerked his face up to hers.
"Don't try that fucking funny business, you little bitch," he warned her, glaring into her eyes. He saw her gulp, her pretty eyes wide. But he read no fear in those deep blue eyes. Only a strange mixture of lust, hot and violent, and something else he could only vaguely grasp as hesitation. She was hesitating. She wanted it, but she wasn't certain how much, or what it would be like.
"Jesus," Jerry said to her, finally understanding what he had on his hands. "You're a fucking virgin."
Kristy blushed hotly, lowered her eyes.
"Please," she said quietly, "don't hurt me."
Jerry almost laughed out loud. But she didn't say, don't fuck me. Oh, baby, you are about to get the royal fucking of your life, Jerry said to himself.
Kristy shuddered hard. Jerry stood in front of her, grinning at her. His hands came up to cup her full young tits. She closed her eyes slowly as she felt his thumbs begin stroking back and forth over both her swollen nipples.
"Take your panties off, honey," Jerry told her.
"All right," Kristy said, her voice almost inaudible. "But please be gentle with me."
Jerry's cock jumped. It was curled up tight and hard in his pants. It ached to be liberated.
"Do what I tell you, babe. I'll take your cherry any way I want to," Jerry told her sternly. His cock had never been so fucking hard before. He loved the feeling of total power he had over this little girl.
Kristy's hands shook as she hooked her thumbs in the tight, wet waistband of her panties. The soaked material was cold. She shoved downward, felt the air swirl against her bare skin. It was cold. She pushed her panties down further, and Jerry let go of her dangling tits. She lifted one foot out of the knee-deep water, and pulled her panties off. Then she pushed her foot back into the gooey cold muck, and lifted her other foot free of the water. Jerry took her panties from her hand, and threw them into the blackness that surrounded them.
"You won't be needing those things again. Straighten up," he ordered the shivering girl.
Kristy stood up straight, her bare back pressed against the harsh bark of the tree. She was naked, except for the thin white garter belt around her trim waist. The garter belt straps dangled loosely against her thighs, a bit of torn stocking still snapped to the ends.
"I'm freezing," Kristy whimpered, starting to hug herself for warmth. Jerry pushed her hands away from her tits.
"Put your hands behind your back, baby," he told her.
Slowly, Kristy obeyed. Her skin was cold, her whole body was shivering. But she felt some deep inner warmth that had begun to grown, begun to fill her.
"Turn around," Jerry said. He took the girl's shoulders and helped her turn to face the tree. Kristy made terrible faces as she felt the thick muck squishing between her bare toes, crawling halfway up her ankles as she turned.
She felt the young man's fingers unhooking her garter belt. It slipped easily from around her slender waist. She moaned and jerked slightly when she felt Jerry wrap the thin elastic garter belt around her thin wrists, quickly binding them tightly together at the small of her back.
"Please don't do this," she begged. "At least let me be able to hold you."
"Hell," Jerry snickered. "After you pulled that little routine with your fucking thumbs on my jaw? Piss off, bitch. I don't trust you. Maybe the second time around, huh?"
Kristy sniffled a little bit as Jerry finished tying her hands behind her back. He bound them too tightly for comfort. Already she could feel the blood tingling in her fingers.
"Oh, God, I'm so cold," she moaned. Her whole body was shivering uncontrollably.
Jerry ignored her complaints. He cupped her ass cheeks, feeling the strange new sensation of holding two, tight young butt muscles that were cold. His cock twitched hard. He had to fuck this bitch, soon. He cupped her cold ass cheeks, kneading them and squeezing them as hard as he could.
"Bend over, you teasing cunt," he said, feeling again the gut-churning frustration of watching this bitch stripping out on the dance floor, unable to feel her fucking tits.
Kristy bent over a little bit, splaying her feet slightly to keep her balance. She locked her knees. Something sharp deep in the muck was stabbing into the bottom of her foot.
Jerry admired the tight smooth ass cheeks of the teenager. The tight crack was deep, the beautiful cheeks tight and round and unblemished-virginal.
Jerry quickly whipped out his stiff prick and fit the head between the girl's ass cheeks. Kristy jumped at the feel of his hot, iron-hard cock. Her ass was so fucking cold she couldn't tell what the thing was, at first. But when she felt Jerry grabbing both ass cheeks and spreading them as wide apart as he could, and slipping the head of his prick up against the tiny puckered button of her ass-hole, she cried out loudly.
"Oh, my God! No! Please don't do it in my ass-hole! Oh, please! No!"
But then her head went back in a hard, neck-stretching arc as she felt the boy give a shove. His cock went deep into her hot ass-hole. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
The scream echoed through the swamp. Jerry's cock slid into her guts deeper as he wiggled his cock and balls, ground them into her sweet, wet ass-hole. It felt strange to feel those cold cheeks mashed against his hot belly.
His pants had slipped down around his knees. He yanked them off awkwardly, and went to work on fucking the young teen's virgin butt hole.
Kristy was gasping in pain. Her hands fought, twisted and pulled at the tight binding of her garter belt. She had to expel the huge cock in her shitter. It was ripping her wide open. She felt like she had to shit or burst open. The huge ramrod of Jerry's prick pounded in and out of her quivering ass-hole harder and harder. He sent his prick deeper and deeper into the kid's hot butt, mashing the head of his massive cock into the soft plug of Kristy's steaming shit, deep up inside her belly.
Kristy wept briefly, partly from the pain in her ass-hole, partly for the loss of her viriginity back there, but it quickly subsided as the pleasure took over. She felt her ass-hole stretch fully to take the massive cock as it reamed her butt out. Only a softly pleasurable glow was left where the tight ring of agony had burned into her ass-hole.
She gulped back her tears, and leaned forward. She pressed her bare shoulder into the rough bark of the big tree, and used it as leverage to keep herself from falling into the scummy water. She began to press backward with each forward stroke of the boy's pumping cock.
"Good girl," Jerry urged her. "Fuck me back, baby. That's it. Good. Mmmmmm, yeah," he moaned. He could feel his balls growing heavier by the fucking second.
"Uh, God. Uh, God," Kristy grunted over and over. Each thrust ground her bare flesh into the tree. Her shoulder throbbed. Her back ached. Her ass-hole burned with pleasure.
Jerry's balls banged into the underside of Kristy's young cunt. Her puffy pussy lips responded to his slapping balls by parting slightly.
Jerry felt his balls getting ready to blast his wad into Kristy's shitty guts. He yanked his fat cock out of her ass-hole. Kristy cried out as her stretched shitter clamped tightly shut again. Oh, God, she felt suddenly empty. She wiggled her ass around, ground it backward, seeking the boy's hard cock.
Jerry grinned to himself as he grabbed Kristy by both shoulders and hauled her around to face him again, forcing her to remain bent over. Her face came sweeping around as he pranced awkwardly in the sticky muck. Suddenly, only a few inches in front of her lovely eyes was Jerry's immense cock. It was aimed right at her pretty mouth. She gasped. The head of his cock was smeared with her shit.
"Eat it, baby," Jerry demanded, shoving his cock against her lips and wiping some of her warm shit over her mouth and cheeks.
"Oh, please," Kristy started to protest, but when she tried to turn her face away, Jerry grabbed the sides of her head and forced her to look at his huge prick.
"Suck it clean, you shitty little bitch. It's your own fucking crap, baby doll. Eat it. Suck it."
"I can't... mmmuufffmmm," Kristy said as Jerry jammed his thumbs into the hinges of her jaws and forced her mouth wide open. He jammed his cock between her teeth, deep into her throat.
"Now suck it clean, you teasing mother-fucker, or I'll ram it right down your pretty little throat and come in your fucking stomach, the hard way," Jerry growled at her.
Already the taste of her shit filled her virginal mouth. She kept her jaws wide open, her sweet tongue hauled as far back into her throat as it would go. She gasped through her nose, fighting the almost overpowering desire to vomit.
She gagged on the size of Jerry's prick between her lips. It forced her cheeks to puff out. She gulped as her mouth filled with saliva. She shuddered at the thought of actually sucking the monstrous cock clean of her shit, but she knew in the end she'd have to do it.
She uncurled her tongue from the back of her throat, and tasted the very tip of the boy's hard cock head. She shook her head, as much as she could with her face impaled on his prick like this. It tasted awful. But there wasn't too much of it, so maybe if she did it fast, without thinking about it, she could survive it.
Quickly, gulping fast, Kristy swirled the flat of her tongue around the boy's cock head, and sucked the shitty, scummy saliva down into her belly. She shuddered harder, then stroked the whole cock head again, sucked the fluid down.
She was snorting hard through her nose, trying to breathe as she sucked the boy's prick. It was so damned big. Her jaws hurt from being stretched so wide open.
Jerry shoved his fingers through the girl's soft blonde hair. Her hair was a bit wet now, no longer the fluffy thick cloud of stunning beauty that it had been back at the disco. It was stringy down her bare back and dangling over her bent-over shoulders. It was matted to her forehead. But it was still as sexy as hell, soft against her scalp, exciting to feel.
Jerry pulled it hard, forcing Kristy to ram her face down into his crotch all the way. Her nose buried itself in his thick forest of cock hair. She smelled the strong odor of cock. His huge prick pounded the back of her throat harder and harder.
Kristy simply yawned her jaws wide and let him fuck her pretty mouth. She had done as he'd ordered her, sucked his cock clean of her shit. Now, she could only stand here with her head in his crotch. She was bent way over, her arms bound behind her back. She was helpless. Her mouth hurt. She kept her mind on only one thing, and that was keeping her teeth off the soft skin of his cock. She dreaded scratching his prick with her teeth.
Jerry's balls slapped her chin as he fucked her face. He gritted his teeth as he felt the tightness clamp down in his balls, squeezing them to the point of no return.
He shoved backward with both hands, pulling his gigantic prick from Kristy's hot mouth. She drooled heavily for a moment, spitting a bit, moaning.
She sucked air greedily as Jerry forced her down further, and clamped her head between his thighs. He rested his hard balls on the back of her neck. His hands went to the tight knots he'd tied in the garter belt around her slim wrists. He loved the feel of the binding around those bony little wrists. He sighed, shuddered. He let his climax ease off a little bit. He didn't want to waste his first come with this young fucker by spewing it down her throat. No way. This was the real thing. A fucking virgin. He was going to fill her fucking virgin cunt hole with his cum, break her fucking little cherry with his damned prick and ram it into her hot, tight virgin pussy.
Kristy was shaking all over. She was cold and hot at the same time. She hurt and she glowed. She ached in almost every muscle of her body, and yet she felt strangely wonderful.
She was confused with herself, with her reactions to what was happening out here in this swamp.
Jerry looked at the tree. It had a lot of thick roots that cleared the waterline. He could throw her on her back over those roots, and fuck the shit out of her cunt.
He released her head, and helped her straighten up. He hugged her hard, kissing her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth again. She responded slowly at first, but once she began sucking his tongue again, she grew quickly hot, sucking eagerly on the boy's darting tongue.
Her nipples drilled into the front of his shirt, and she twisted her shoulders, ground her tits against him to fill her nipples with pleasure.
She was quickly moaning for more, pulling her mouth off his thrusting tongue and kissing his neck, nipping at his flesh with her beautiful teeth.
"Oh, please don't hurt me any more," she gasped, kissing his chin, nibbling at his lips. "Please don't hurt me. Make it good for me. Please do it to me gently, baby. Please do it softly."
"Sure, kid, sure. I'll make it good for you," Jerry whispered against her wet hair, nuzzling her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. Kristy twisted her head, offering her ear to his lips. She felt his hand cupping her cool titflesh, lifting the firm full globe squeezing it tenderly in his strong fist.
"Mmmmmm, honey," Kristy moaned.
Jerry stepped back in the muddy water. He pointed at a large ledge of roots.
"Sit down there, cutie pie," he told her.
Shivering hard, Kristy glanced behind her. She saw the ledge. She stepped backward, careful not to trip, and slowly bent down. She winced at the touch of the rough wood against her cold ass cheeks, but she put her full weight on her butt, then looked up at Jerry.
He moved closer, staring down at her wet face, her big young tits with the hard nipples. For an instant, he wondered how Jim was making out with the other one. He wished he'd gotten to her first, with her gigantic tits. But this one was no slouch, either. And Jerry bet that other bitch was no fucking virgin. Maybe this one would be the best catch after all.
"Lie back," he said.
Kristy frowned and looked behind her, twisting on the rough seat to do so. Her wrists were pinched in the tight bindings of her garter belt. She sighed.
"How?" she asked, innocently.
"like this, stupid," Jerry said. He bent forward and gave her a shove against her chest. Kristy cried out as she went over backward, her hands clawing for something to grab onto, her whole body tightening as she splashed back into the mucky water. She went under. She felt the boy grabbing for her tits, clutching them, hauling her back up from under the water, sputtering and gagging.
Her ass cheeks rested on the root ledge, but her legs were in the water, knees bent, feet still buried up to her ankles in the slimy muck. Her back and shoulders and head floated on the water, held up by her desperation not to drown and Jerry's clutching fists on her tits.
Kristy gagged and coughed, spitting water, dribbling the foul stuff from her lips.
"No, no, no," she gasped, shaking her head.
Jerry got one arm under her neck and heaved her up and around, shifting her body until he could lay her shoulders across a second but smaller root, lower than the one her ass rested on.
Kristy had to fight to keep her balance once Jerry let go of her neck, but she could do it. Her knees automatically parted in her twisted position, and Jerry stepped up over her quivering thigh and shoved his foot down into the water between her beautifully opened legs. He got himself in place and moved up into her crotch, pressing his cock head against the child's matted pussy hair.
"Sorry, babe, but my balls are gonna bust open if I don't stick it to you. Can't wait for the goodies you want. Maybe next time, huh?"
Kristy's hands clawed uselessly at the cold water. Only by shifting and tensing her ass and shoulders could she stay on the two narrow roots, keep her head out of the water.
She didn't have time to get ready for him. He gave her no time. While she was fighting for her balance, afraid she was going to slip off into the knee-deep water again, Jerry spread her young, pretty cunt lips wide open, fitted the head of his throbbing cock between them, and jammed the full length of his prick into her virgin pussy.
Kristy felt like a fat, burning cylindrical knife had just been stabbed into her cunt. It spread her, ripped her, tore into her belly. She gagged, couldn't even scream. Jerry's huge cock swelled harder within her, stretched her tender cunt walls to the limit.
Kristy bit her lips, moaned, trembled. It felt so incredibly huge. It was literally ripping her pussy in half. She gulped. It felt like it was going to push out her throat, come popping out her mouth.
Jerry gripped the girl's slippery, naked ass and held on tightly. He pulled his cock out of her cunt hole, then shoved it in, harder, deeper, delighting in the moan of pain and lust that escaped from Kristy.
He began pumping his cock in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. His balls slapped into her ass, dragged across the surface of the water. God, how odd it felt, fucking a girl in the swamp like this, let alone a fucking tight, young virgin. Kristy had the tightest cunt hole he'd ever fucked. She was sleek and slippery inside her pussy, her cunt juices filling her channel. She was prime fucking stuff, ready for the biggest cock on earth. Jerry grunted and shoved his prick into her guts again.
Kristy jerked on her narrow perch. One shift too far and she'd be under water again. She felt the hammering in her cunt. She grunted quietly with each inward thrust of Jerry's massive cock.
How long she had lusted for this moment, dreaded it, feared it, needed it. She felt the button of her clit swelling quickly as Jerry's prick scraped back and forth over it. Her sore body went loose and warm, the only tension left in her bones held her in place for her fucking.
Jerry fucked her hot young cunt harder and harder. He knew he wasn't going to last long, not with his balls bloated up to the size of baseballs, and just as fucking hard.
His hands left her hips and reached up for her tits. He cupped them, stroked the silky wet flesh for a moment as he leaned over her, rested.
Kristy groaned as Jerry stretched out awkwardly on top of her. She felt her ass cheeks grind hard into the rough bark on the tree root, and when he was finally on top of her, her shoulders were crushed into the other root.
He humped his cock into her pussy again. His mouth leeched onto one of her tits, sucking on her hardened nipple bud.
"Just fuck me," Kristy pleaded weakly.
"Please, just fuck me."
She was shaking. Her knees spread wide, and her young cunt lifted, giving Jerry a better angle for shoving her pussy full of his prick.
Jerry began sucking her other nipple, nipping it, gnawing it tenderly. His cock was about to explode inside Kristy's hot wet cunt. He moved his arms high, got a good grip on her stringy hair. He got himself ready. A few more thrusts, and he'd fill her cunt.
"I'll fuck you, baby. Right fucking now," he growled at her. He suddenly yanked on her long wet hair, pulling backward and downward, dragging her hair under the curve of the root. Her head went back.
"No!" Kristy shouted, fighting it. "Please mmmmmfff!"
Her pleading was cut off as her face went under water. A few bubbles escaped her lips as she cut off her shout and held her breath. Oh, Jesus, was he going to drown her?
Kristy felt him pumping into her pussy harder than ever, fucking his gigantic prick in and out of her young cunt. She felt her whole body shuddering violently under the hard thrusts. She fought to hold her breath. Her naked body was arched over the two roots, her face under water as the boy fucked her tight pussy.
Jerry's balls suddenly exploded, blasting his cum into Kristy's tender virgin cunt. She felt the scalding fluid spurt into her cunt hole, filling her. She wanted to clutch the boy, hug him tightly to her nakedness while his spurting cock blasted her pussy full of his cum. But her hands clawed only water. She held her breath, gulping back the desire to suck in a huge lungful of fresh air.
Her cunt walls suddenly spasmed around the boy's hard cock. Her body tried to arch upward as her belly tightened into a hard knot of lust, and her cunt began spurting her juice.
Her body shook and shuddered under Jerry's pumping young body. She fought to hold her breath. Her spasming cunt sent thrill after thrill of electric pleasure into her guts. She needed to suck air, needed desperately to breathe, to feel herself coming.
She fought her garter belt, tore at the knots with her fingers. She screamed in her brain for air. Her lungs felt like they were about to burst open.
She kicked her legs wildly, then threw them up over the backs of Jerry's thighs. He used the leverage to pump into her cunt harder and deeper, flooding her cunt with his cum.
Kristy locked her legs around Jerry's thighs, and shook her head hard, begging him to let go of her hair, let her get her face out of the water.
Jerry felt the slippery strands sliding from his grip. To hell with it, he thought, releasing her hair completely. He grabbed her shoulders and concentrated on humping her virgin cunt hole for all he was worth. His cum shot into her cunt like hot bullets from a machine gun.
Kristy heaved her head up out of the water, gasping for air with her mouth wide open. She swallowed some of the filthy shit, but she felt the pain in her lungs quickly ease. She shuddered and sighed loudly. Her body was like a tight bow, curled upward against Jerry's fucking body, quivering with her own sweetly perfect come.
Her cunt walls sucked at the boy's hard prick, pulling it deeper into her pussy. Jerry sank his prick into her soft hot cunt, blasting the girl's beautiful young pussy with his thick cum.
Her cunt filled to overflowing with cum. Her cunt juice spilled out around the base of Jerry's cock and mixed with his juices. Her pussy squished and sucked as they fucked harder and deeper, slowing their humping motions to match each other.
"Ohhh," Kristy moaned in pleasure.
Jerry gave a sudden deep shove, locking himself to her cunt. He shook hard as the last hot gouts shot from his prick head. He sighed. His cock remained rigid within her twitching cunt hole.
Kristy lifted her ass a bit, ground her clit against the side of Jerry's iron-hard cock. She shuddered as the cum gushed from her hole and dripped into the water under her trembling, freezing ass cheeks.
She shook and arched and cried out. Her body jerked violently, then she dropped back down to the tree roots. She held her breath for a moment, then sighed long and loud as the pleasure slowly eased into a soft warm glow of joy.
She was exhausted beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned quietly to herself. So that was that. She was no longer a virgin.
Jerry shifted on top of her. His cock was still buried to the hilt inside her tight wet cunt tube. She squeezed her cunt muscles against his fat prick, and felt it give a twitch of life in response.
"Jerry?" she said tenderly, her voice a kittenish purr.
"Hmmmm?"-
"Fuck me again, will you?"
CHAPTER SIX
"What's going on around here, Rick?" Fran asked. She was getting a bit cold in the van. "Why don't you turn the heater on, honey?"
"Jesus, you've got a lot of questions, don't you?" Rick said, laughing lightly. He was quite comfortable, lying on the blankets with a young warm body pressed close beside him.
His hand toyed with the girl's pretty hair. His lips nuzzled the top of her head. Absently, he wondered the same thing Fran did. What was going on out there?
He could just imagine his two buddies chasing those dumb cunts halfway across the county before they caught them. He grinned to himself, snorted. Hell, once they caught them, they wouldn't know what to do with them, anyway.
"Let's fuck, baby," Rick said to the young girl at his side. He felt her stiffen and lift up quickly. She looked at his face. Then a beautiful grin spread across her lovely young face.
"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed gaily.
Rick returned her broad grin and shrugged at her.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. First, I gotta find out what's going on around here, because you wanted to know that. And then I gotta turn on the heater, because you wanted me to do that."
Fran punched his shoulder hard.
"Fuck me, you tease," she mocked.
Rick felt his cock lifting. He had an idea.
"Hey, you fuck me, baby. I'm too tired to move."
He stretched out on his back, and locked his fingers under his neck. Fran sat up and glared at him, not quite grasping what he meant. She glanced down at his cock. It rose up in a smooth, fluid motion, hard and stiff, aiming at the roof of the van.
"Oh, I get it, boy," she said, nodding.
"Oh, you're gonna get it, lady," Rick said. He shifted his ass, got comfortable, and waited.
Fran bent down over his stiff prick and kissed the very tip of the huge beast. It leaped against her lips. Rick lifted his hips, pressed his cock head firmly against the girl's mouth.
"Hey, you're too tired to move, remember?" Fran scolded the boy.
"Oh, yeah," Rick sighed.
Fran kissed the smooth sides of his hard prick, drooling lightly down the sides into his thick bush of cock hair. She sucked at the hooded head for a moment, her hot tongue wiggling over the slit in the tip, tasting the juices.
"Can you piss?" Fran said suddenly.
"Huh?" Rick asked, frowning at her.
"Can you piss? If you can do it, I'll take it in my mouth for you, Rick."
"Huh?" Rick said again. He was stunned by the girl's suggestion. His cock was interested. It felt like someone was trying to strangle it.
"Piss in my mouth, will you? like this, lying on your back. That way you'll know that I'm swallowing it all."
Fran seemed oddly eager to try this new trick.
"You want to swallow my piss?"
"Yeah. Well, I want to try it. If it's too awful, I'll spit it out," Fran said, shrugging casually. She was eager to try everything she could imagine tonight-everything. And she had a hell of an imagination, for a virgin.
"Oh," Rick said. "Well, okay. If you're sure."
He found he was thrilled by the idea. God, to piss in a pretty girl's mouth, and have her swallow the stuff. And at her own request. Good God, Fran really was the find of the century.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah!" Fran said. She opened her mouth and shoved it down over Rick's cock head. She felt the saliva spurting into her mouth in preparation for her drink. She pawed the blankets under hands while she waited for Rick to start pissing.
Rick had to concentrate for a moment before he felt his muscles relax enough to piss. He squeezed a few drops from the head of his cock, and gasped when Fran quickly sucked them from the tiny slit.
"Mmmmmm," she said, her tongue lapping the whole surface of his cock head. Rick spurted a few more drops into her mouth. Fran gestured with one hand for him to really let go, flood her mouth with the hot, salty piss.
"You sure about this?" he asked one last time.
Her pretty lips stretched around his fat cock, Fran nodded slightly and growled.
"Okay, babe," he said. He sighed and relaxed his belly totally. He felt the piss rising up the length of his cock channel, and it suddenly blasted into Fran's eager mouth.
Fran felt it coming, too. She was ready. She held her throat as open as she could, and when the first hot stream of piss gushed out of his prick, she gulped it down without even tasting it.
But the stream was hot, hard, and fast. She couldn't keep up with it. All that fucking drinking back at the disco before they'd come out to the truck had really filled his bladder. He had an almost endless supply.
It kept coming, gushing in a scalding river into her mouth. She gulped as fast as she could, but the hot piss filled her mouth, puffed out her cheeks. She couldn't hold it all in her mouth. It began to dribble out around her stretched lips, spilling down her chin and cheeks. She gagged once, and the hot piss gushed from her mouth, splashing all over Rick's belly and balls.
But Fran forced her lips shut around the gushing stuff, and opened her throat wide. She let the stream flow right down her throat into her stomach, no longer trying to swallow. She was chugalugging Rick's piss.
Her tummy felt full, but she let it come. She felt the stream slowly easing its pressure, and let her mouth fill, then swallowed the hot piss with great pleasure. It tasted wonderful. Fran was pleased with herself. Her mommy had always warned her about the terrible things her husband would one day demand of her body. Fran had long worried about her ability to fulfill her womanly duties toward such a man. But now, her worries were gone. She knew she could give to her husband anything he wanted. And more.
She sucked the last drops of piss from Rick's cock, then licked his cock head, diving her face down into the wet nest of cock hair. She licked his wet thighs and belly, cleaning off the spilled piss. Cold, it tasted just as good. She straightened up with a smile on her lips.
Rick could only shake his head and grin in amazement.
"Want to try some of mine?" Fran asked, grinning wickedly.
Rick crinkled his nose.
"Not right now, thank you," he said mildly.
Fran laughed out loud. She lifted up on her knees, and threw one long bare leg out over Rick's stomach. She reached down under her body and took hold of the young man's hard cock. She fitted the head right up against her bare, young virgin cunt slit, straddling Rick's legs with her knees wide.
She pressed her hands down against his shoulders.
"I'm a virgin," she said. Her eyes were on fire. She gulped, bit her lower lip. All the other things she'd done, or let happen to her tonight, had been playing games. This was the real thing. The real fuck. Her mouth, her ass-hole, sucking cock, drinking piss, all of that was wonderful, but it was still like dessert. This was the main course. Fucking. Cock in cunt.
She wiggled her ass to fit the boy's wide cock head between her soft firm pussy lips. She could feel the juices squeezing and running in her tight cunt channel, getting ready for the plunge.
"Need help?" Rick asked.
Fran shook her head sharply.
"No. Just enjoying my last few seconds as a virgin," she whispered tenderly, more to herself than to Rick.
Rick watched her. Damn, she was a beautiful girl. Her naked tits were small and pointy, but full, promising a gigantically successful future. Her face was charmingly lovely, young and eager and innocent, even though she had the mind of a street-wise whore of forty.
A slow glaze covered her pretty eyes. She shifted slightly, working the wide hood of the boy's cock more firmly between her cunt lips. She clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails biting into the flesh slightly.
Rick watched the slow change come over her face, fascinated. A light blush of red seeped into her cheeks. Her nostrils flared. Her eyelids drooped a little bit.
And suddenly she stiffened and jammed her young cunt down hard on Rick's cock. Rick jumped, so sudden had her move been. His cock rammed deep into her liquid fuck hole.
Fran moaned loudly, her head going loose on her shoulders, rolling in slow circles. Her tongue flicked over her lips. She kept moaning low in her throat. Her fingers kneaded his shoulders.
She sank her cunt down further on the boy's rigid prick, grinding herself down until her pelvic bones crushed her cunt lips against the base of his cock.
He was into her tight virgin cunt as far as he could go.
Fran's eyes rolled in pleasure. She felt so fucking full. It was the most wonderful feeling in the whole world. She knew it would be this good. She loved it. She would never leave this cock. Never take it out of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, good," Fran moaned.
She took a deep breath, then slowly lifted her cunt upward, pulling herself almost off the boy's cock. Her clit felt the hard friction of a male cock for the first time in her life. It sent such a thrill of pleasure into her cunt that she froze, held her pose, concentrating on the intensity of her feeling. God! It was fantastic.
She pressed downward, feeling the squashing, slippery juices that already filled her pussy running deeper into her guts. His cock was immense. It stretched her virgin cunt walls wide. She squeezed them against the sides of the fat cylinder of Rick's prick.
Damn, she's so fucking tight, Rick thought. His cock couldn't take much of this slow fucking. Fran was so horny, so sexy in her slow-motion fucking, that his balls were already on the verge of bursting.
Fran blew air loudly through her pursed lips. She let her tongue loll out the side of her mouth like a panting puppy.
"Ohhh," she groaned. Her fingers got a better grip on the young man's upper arms. She hunched over him, gritting her teeth, shutting her eyes tightly.
Suddenly, she began humping up and down on his cock like a fucking maniac. She was a fucking machine, pumping and fucking wildly. Her cunt pistoned up and down, scraping her clit into a burning button of beautifully sensitive flesh.
Her guts were taut. A hard knot of churning lust twisted her inner guts, squeezed them into a wide tight band around her cunt.
She lashed herself with her long hair, throwing her head from side to side in a frenzy of young virgin lust. Her body began to drip with sweet-smelling sweat.
Her light young body slammed up and down on Rick's cock, rubbing his prick like a tight vise of silk. She was so fucking tight. His balls began to churn, the fluid rushing to his cock head almost at once.
"Ohhh," he groaned, clutching at the girl's thin wrists. He humped her back, shoving his prick up into her pussy with each downward thrust of her tight cunt. His cum blasted into her virgin pussy, spurting into her cunt hole in hot thick gouts.
Fran's eyes went wide when she felt those first scalding blasts of male cum deep inside her pussy. It was the only thing she desired. She wanted to be filled with his spunk, drowned from the inside in the thick cum.
Her cunt walls sucked the stuff from his cock head, gushed it further into her pussy with each thrust. Her clit was screaming in pleasure, piping and pulsing hotly against his rubbing cock.
She felt the warmth in her pussy grow hotter, tighter, and it spread suddenly, like wildfire. It raced through her veins to her small nipples, popping them out on her tits like two tiny thumbs.
She jerked hard, rubbing her swollen clit forcefully along the boy's prick. It burned her. It swelled in intensity. It burst, and Fran began spewing her sweet juices into her virgin cunt channel.
Her body went wild on top of the boy. She jumped and bounced about like a virgin rider on the wildest bronco, tossing and jerking like a limp rag doll.
Her cunt flooded. The fragrant fluids dribbled out of her pussy hole, spilled out, gushed out, sucking and popping and sloshing against her cunt lips and ass cheeks as she rode the hard ramrod of Rick's immense, impaling prick.
Her small tits jiggled with her jerking. Her nipples tingled. Her belly quivered, hardened, knotted. Her thighs slipped and bounced against Rick's legs. Her cunt slammed again and again onto the base of Rick's gigantic cock.
"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! Fuck me, baby!" Rick gasped.
"Honey! Honey! My cunt is on fire! I'm coming, honey! I'm coming! Ohhh!" Fran moaned.
Her cunt clenched at the boy's cock. She was wild. Her whole body was drenched in running rivers of sweat. Her pussy mound squished against Rick's balls.
Rick humped her back. His hands clawed at her small tits. His fingers pulled and pinched and twisted her tender nipples, hurting her painfully. Fran only groaned in further pleasure.
"Yeah, baby, hurt my nipples. I need that. yeah. Crush my nipples, honey. Hurt me. Hurt me. Fuck me harder. Do it, baby," she gasped, cried, begged.
Rick grunted, squeezed her budding little nipples as hard as he could while his cum splashed into her deep, wet cunt. She cried out loudly, one hand clawing at his hand on her tit. But she only pressed it harder into her full little tit.
Rick clutched the child's tits, mashing them, cupping them, feeling them. His cock gave a final spurt of hot cum, and he stopped fucking Fran's pussy. She kept up her pumping, squeezing the last bit of cum from her pussy.
"Ohhh," she sighed, slowing her humping. She wiped the back of one arm across her forehead. "Jesus," she whispered. She gulped, and leaned forward over Rick's body.
She stopped moving. She hung there, impaled on the young man's swollen prick.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at Rick. She felt his cock softening inside her tight wet pussy. It saddened her to think of losing his cock so soon.
Rick spread his arms wide, and Fran simply fell forward into them. He wrapped his arms about her sweaty bare back and hugged her hard.
"You're gonna make some guy one fucking fantastic wife, Fran," Rick whispered sincerely in her ear.
Fran nodded slowly, and smiled with pleasure. Together, they felt his soft prick slip from between her pussy lips. A few dribbles of warm gooey cum slipped out afterward.
The front door to the van jerked open.
"Hey, Rick! Wake up, you slob. We gotta help these ladies haul that damned car up outta that damned field," Jim shouted.
"Yeah," Jerry yelled from behind him. "Then we're all going over to their apartment for a fucking bash."
