Curiosity-a phenomenon that encourages people to try the unknown. The illicit, the forbidden, seem more attractive and less wicked, somehow, when curiosity is the motivation. A faithfully married man may engage the services of a prostitute for the first time while out of town for a convention. A young boy will experiment with drugs for the first time when he goes away to college. And people who find themselves in a foreign country will try things that might have shocked or repelled them at home.
TEASING TWINS is the story of two young girls who lose all inhibitions when they find themselves introduced to sex for the first time. It is the story of two girls who break all society's rules in a quest for sensual pleasure.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carol and Cindy Baker were identical twins; they were the same height and both were slender, honey-blonde girls with very clear green eyes.
Tonight Brad Cox couldn't keep his eyes off their large, soft-looking tits. Their cheerleading outfits seemed to show off the shapeliness of their twin peaks.
"We going to win tonight?" Carol asked.
"Of course," Brad said. "We can't loose. Of course, I could do better if I had a little private cheerleading."
Carol laughed as Brad tried to push her back into the shadow of the bleachers. Carol pushed him back even as his hands were coming up to grasp her buttocks under the short cheerleading skirt.
"Oh no," she said. "What is Cindy going to think?"
"She can come too," Brad suggested.
"You're crazy," Carol said. "But you have to be getting back to the team, don't you?"
"Yeah," Brad reluctantly agreed. "Just give me one kiss."
"Juse a little one," Carol agreed.
Brad put his arms around her shoulders and pressed his lips to hers. Carol felt the stirring between his legs and she quickly pushed him away. She saw the hurt look in his eyes and she patted him on the cheek.
"Now don't be like that, Brad," she said. "There'll be time for more kissing after the game."
"Promise?"
"I promise," Carol said.
Carol watched him walk back to the team dressing room and she heard Cindy giggle. Carol gave her sister a dazzling smile.
"There's time for more kissing after the game," Cindy mimicked.
"Shut up," Carol said.
"Boys are such dummies," Cindy said. "Doesn't he understand by now that you are the original virgin?"
"I keep him hot enough to hang around," Carol said. "And that's the way you'd better be too, sister."
"Oh, I don't know," Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "I'd kind of like to do a little experimenting before I tie the final knot."
"You'd better watch out," Carol warned. "Or you'll get a reputation like Debbie Saffles."
"Do you really think that Debbie has done all of those things?" Cindy asked. "I heard she really let a boy do it to her."
"I wouldn't know," Carol answered.
The team was coming on and they could hear the crowd cheering. They had to hurry out to join the rest of the cheerleaders in front of the bleachers. This evening had brought out a good crowd. The cheerleading squad did a quick cheer and then they relaxed and waited for the game to start. Cindy moved over by her sister.
"There she is," Cindy said.
"There who is?" Carol asked.
"Debbie Saffles," Cindy said. "She's sitting up there with Nick Hollis."
Carol felt her breath catch in her throat as Cindy mentioned Nick Hollis. Nick was the worst boy in school. He had been kicked out twice and now he was on probation. He was the leader of a high school gang known as the Satans. Carol had always thought the bright red jackets with the picture of the devil on the back was kind of silly. Yet there was something about Nick and his dark eyes that made her shiver every time he came near her.
"I couldn't care less," Carol told her sister.
"I could," Cindy said. "I wonder if she does it to him?"
"You've got a dirty mouth," Carol said. "And I think your mind is in the gutter."
"Maybe," Cindy said. "But I do wonder."
Nick Hollis was wondering too. His eyes had not left the two blonde cheerleaders from the first moment they had come onto the field. Nick didn't like football. He didn't like anything that had to do with organized activity at the school. The only reason he came to a football game was to look at Carol and Cindy.
"Man," he said softly. "What I wouldn't give to sink my six inches into one of them."
"Fat chance of that," Debbie said. "Carol looks disgusted every time she sees you and Cindy goes along with everything her sister does."
"They sure are nice, though," Nick said.
"Come on, Nick," she said. "Aren't I nice enough for you?"
Nick looked tiredly at the redhead. Debbie was pretty even if she did lean a little toward plumpness. And she was willing. Anything Nick wanted was all right with her. It was just that she presented no challenge anymore. He got tired of looking into her adoring eyes.
He was suddenly angry at her.
"Slide over here," he said. "Close."
Debbie smiled and slipped over so that she was sitting pressed against him. Debbie never touched
Nick until he wanted her to. She knew he was just using her but she didn't care. She had loved Nick since he had first taken her virginity. "Touch me," he said.
She didn't know what he wanted. If they had been parked in a car she would have understood immediately. But there were too many people around them for Nick to have something in mind.
"Touch me," he said.
She put her soft hand on his knee.
"Not there, damn it," he said softly. "You know where I want to be touched."
"But Nick," she protested. "Everybody can see. I'll do anything you want if you take me back to the car."
"No," he said.
"But, Nick," she said. "The people can see."
"So what?" he asked. "Everybody already knows that you're a slut."
Debbie winced at his words. It wasn't true that she was a whore. She had never fucked anybody but Nick. He had been the one to take her virginity and he had been the one who had taught her all about sex.
Nick put his arm around her shoulder and dropped one hand to the curve of her titty. She shrugged his arm away. She didn't want to make Nick angry but she just couldn't allow him to do anything with all the people around.
"Okay," he said. "If you're so shy."
Nick waved to another boy who was close by. He also wore the red jacket that marked him as one of the Satans. Two more boys followed him. Soon there were half a dozen boys gathered around Nick and Debbie.
"Move in tight, fellows," Nick said. "Debbie's getting shy. I thought I might set up a human screen."
Debbie realized what he was doing. The boys gathered around so tightly that no one could possibly see what Nick was doing in the center. He put his arm around her and drew her close to him.
"Now do your stuff, Debbie," he said.
"Please, Nick," she begged him. "Take me out to the car. I'll do anything you like in the car. I'll even do what you like so much. But not here. Not like this with all these boys watching!"
"These boys are my friends," Nick said. "Now this is your last chance, Debbie. Do your stuff or pack your ass. You know I mean it."
Debbie looked around at the leering faces of the six boys who surrounded them. She knew they were all hoping to see something. She didn't like the way they pressed her. She had never liked the way they always smiled at her, as if they knew she could be had.
But she knew Nick meant it. His last girl friend had been sent away and he never even spoke to her. Debbie didn't think she could stand that.
"What do you want me to do?" Debbie asked.
Nick leaned against the concrete back of the bleacher. His eyes were bright. He had known she would do what he wanted. Debbie had been the easiest of all his girl friends. Perhaps she really did love him.
He patted his crotch.
"I think you know," he said. "Bend your head down here and do something about that."
Debbie had been afraid that was what he would want. She had never been very good at sucking his cock. She didn't like the taste of semen and she couldn't do it the way he liked. She had never been able to take all of him into her mouth without choking.
She gave him a pleading look but he only rubbed his crotch again. She gave up trying to get out of it. It was either do it or leave, and she didn't want to leave. She didn't see how she could get along without him.
"Get down on me," Nick said. "I'm going to look at Carol and Cindy jumping around and I'm going to pretend it's their mouths on my cock. Both of them."
The boys laughed and again the words hurt Debbie. She couldn't see the field but she knew something had happened because there was a lot of cheering.
Often Debbie wished that she and Nick could have a more normal relationship. She wished that they could cheer at football games and visit the places that other couples did. But Nick wasn't like other boys and perhaps that was why she was so attracted to him.
He wasn't all that handsome except in a brutal way. He had a bad reputation and he was always fighting with someone. Good girls wouldn't be caught dead around him and bad girls flocked to him like flies to sugar.
Debbie knew that the moment Nick dropped her, there would be a dozen other girls panting to take her place. And Debbie would end up like the other girl friend-a bad girl with a bad reputation never asked out except by boys who wanted to use her, never having any real fun.
Debbie shuddered at the thought. She didn't want to end up like that.
"Get on with it," Nick said impatiently.
Debbie silently wished that she hadn't worn her skirt to the football game. She had wanted to wear a pants outfit but Nick didn't like pants outfits. She had elected to wear a warm cotton skirt. The problem was that she couldn't move without revealing a large expanse of her white thigh almost to her panties.
She tried to position herself so that the boys couldn't look up her skirt. There was no way to do that. No matter where she sat some boy would get a good look at her yellow panties when she bent over.
She finally bit her lip and gave up trying. She bent her head to Nick's crotch, aware that Tommy Crawford was having a good look at her. She hoped he wouldn't be tempted to try anything. She knew that Tommy was the same kind of boy that Nick was. He didn't care about rules and he took what he wanted. Often, Debbie had found him looking at her and licking his lips.
He was a short, thick boy who had fat lips that always curled in a sneer. She shivered as she thought of his pudgy hands touching her. She couldn't have stood that.
She used her fingers to undo Nick's zipper. The boys looking on were making her nervous and she kept fumbling with it. Finally Nick pushed her away.
"Damn," he cursed. "Let me do that. I don't know what's wrong with you. You've unzipped me often enough."
Debbie blushed red as she heard the boys giggle. Nick jerked his zipper down. He then unbuckled his trousers and pulled them open. Debbie swallowed nervously as she stared at his hard prick bunched in his shorts.
"Go get it," he said. "Pull my joystick out."
Debbie tugged at his shorts until she found the hole that allowed his prick to spring free. She was blushing hotly from her humiliation but Nick had no mercy. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face close to his swollen member.
"Take me in your sweet mouth," he said. "Let the boys see how you suck cock."
She laced her fingers around his thick shaft as the boys started to laugh again. She remembered the first time she had ever looked at his cock. She had been afraid of it but he had been so gentle as he seduced her.
He had been so experienced that he had gotten her panties off and his cock inside of her almost before she knew what was happening. There had been none of the pain she had been told to expect. Instead it had been a warm, delicious feeling.
She opened her mouth and took his blood-filled cock into her mouth. She only allowed his cock-head to go past her lips and even that seemed to fill her mouth.
"Ahhhh," Nick moaned. "That's nice, Carol. I like your lips around my cock."
Debbie blushed hotly again as Nick called her Carol. She knew the others were getting a real kick out of the way Nick was abusing her. She knew if she had any kind of pride at all that she should slap his face and leave. She also knew that she couldn't do that.
She couldn't leave Nick until he sent her away.
"Take more," Nick directed her. "Take the whole thing into your mouth."
She knew the worst part was about to begin. He had not been gentle with her since that first time. The rest of the time he abused her roughly. This time was going to be no exception.
He clamped down on the back of her neck and pushed her head down. She opened her mouth wider and took his shaft deep into her throat. She was aware of the sensation of choking as he started driving his cock into her mouth deeper and deeper.
"This is what I like," Nick said. "I like to fuck a girl in the mouth. I like for the whores to choke on my cock. I like to give them a full load."
"Yeah," Tommy whispered. "Come in her mouth. Make her swallow your cum!"
She could hardly breathe and the acrid taste of his cock was bringing tears to her eyes. She knew she had to get it over quickly or she would choke. She started using her tongue on his salty flesh.
"That's it," he moaned. "I'm going to shoot it. I'm going to come. Grrrrrahhhhh!"
She swallowed quickly, hating the taste of his salty sperm as it flooded her mouth. She shut her eyes and forced herself to keep swallowing even after she had drained the last spurt from his cock.
He pushed her away. She had some of his cum on the corners of her mouth.
"Lick it away," he commanded.
She was aware of all the boys watching her intently as she licked the pearly drops from her lips.
CHAPTER TWO
"Brad," Carol struggled in his arms. "Would you stop that?"
"But you promised," Brad said.
"I promised you a few kisses," Carol said. "I didn't promise you a meal."
Carol pushed him away. They were standing outside the little hamburger place that the kids usually attended after a game. Brad had pushed her into the shadows of the building and was hungrily groping at her. Carol had allowed him to caress the outline of her titty before she had protested.
"Carol," Brad said. "Carol, I love you."
"That's stupid," she said.
Carol was really getting kind of tired of Brad and his moony ways. He was always talking about love and such nonsense when he really wanted only to get into her panties.
"Let's go back inside," Carol said.
She didn't give him time to protest as she pushed open the door.
"How about a beer?" Carol asked. "I know you keep them in the car."
"Carol. . . "
"Get me a beer," she said. "I'm thirsty."
He didn't protest anymore. He went back to the car to get her a beer. Carol looked inside for her sister. Cindy was sitting at a corner table pushing a boy's hand away from her bare knee. The boy was insistent. He put it back and Cindy pushed it away again.
Carol hurried to the corner and bent over the boy smiling. She had never seen the boy before. He was probably someone from one of Cindy's classes.
"What's your name?" Carol asked him.
"Tod," he answered.
"Well, Tod," Carol kept smiling. "If you put your hand on my sister's knee again I'm going to have Brad take you outside and kick you square in the balls."
The boy turned white. He got up quickly and left the table. Carol sat down in his seat.
"That's one thing I like about having Brad for a steady," Carol said. "He's so big that just his name strikes fear into the hearts of the young."
"You didn't have to do that," Cindy said.
"I didn't," Carol echoed. "Why, in just a minute that boy would have been rubbing your panties."
"Sometimes I think I wouldn't mind so much," Cindy said.
"Sometimes I think you're daffy," Carol said.
Brad came in with the beer. They had to open it outside and pour it into paper cups before they could drink it. The cops who came around would never question them as long as they didn't see any beer cans or weren't obvious.
Brad asked Cindy to dance and Cindy agreed. Carol watched them as they pressed together on the dance floor. Carol was beginning to wonder about Cindy. They had always been so close in everything. They had always gotten such a kick out of teasing boys. Lately Carol had sensed something about Cindy that she was frightened of. It was as if Cindy was ready to try her wings.
She noticed Nick and two of the Satans coming in the door. Nick's eyes found hers and she was the first to look away. She had never been touched by any boy the way Nick touched her, and she couldn't understand it.
Perhaps it was because she could do most boys any way she wanted to. She knew she couldn't do that with Nick. He looked at her with the eyes of an experienced man. He would never take no for an answer. He would take what he wanted.
Nick walked over to her table.
"Hello," he said.
"I don't want to talk to you," Carol said. "Why don't you find a hole someplace and jump into it."
"I intend to," Nick said.
She couldn't help but blush at the obvious meaning in his words. Nick kept staring at her and she wished he'd leave. She looked around for Brad and she couldn't find him. She wondered where he had gone. She didn't see Cindy either.
"Why don't you come off with me?" Nick asked. "I could show you a good time."
"You make me sick," Carol said.
Nick shrugged. He leaned over and took her cup out of her hands. He sipped at it.
"You're a hot bitch," he said suddenly. "I know you are. And one of these days I'm going to put my six inches in you."
She sat there in shock. She expected a lot of things from Nick but she didn't expect that. She had no answer for him. He put her cup back on the table.
"Cheap beer," he said.
There were others in the place who had noticed what was going on. Boys who were on the football team with Brad. They had started crowding around the table.
"Why don't you buzz off?" one football player asked Nick.
"I will," he said. "When I'm ready."
"You're ready," another said.
Nick looked around. He was outnumbered ten to one and it wasn't a good place for a fight. The football players were bigger and tougher and he needed a lot of room to make up for his size.
"Remember what I said," he told Carol.
* * *
"Carol's probably going to be wondering where I am," Cindy said.
"Let her wonder," Brad said.
Cindy was sipping beer in the front seat of Brad's car. She had always liked his car. Being the quarterback of the football team and probably the smartest boy in school had made his father buy the most expensive car he could find for Brad.
"Are you mad at Carol?" Cindy asked.
"I'm always mad at Carol," Brad said. "She thinks she can just order me around when she wants. Do this, Brad. Do that, Brad. She thinks she owns me."
"Doesn't she?" Cindy asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked bitterly. "Nobody owns me."
"But you act like she does," Cindy said. "You follow her around like a sick pussy. You never go out with any other girls. You act like she owns you."
"Well she doesn't," Brad said.
Cindy reached into the brown paper bag on the floorboard and opened another beer. This one she drank out of the can instead of pouring it into a paper cup. She saw Nick and his two Satans come out and get into the car Nick drove. He made the tires spin rubber as he left the parking lot.
Another boy came out of the building. A football friend of Brad's. He walked across the parking lot and looked into the car window.
"Hey, Brad," he said, "Carol's looking all over for you."
"Is she?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, and she seems awfully angry."
"Well don't tell her you found me," Brad said. "I'm leaving."
Brad turned the ignition and put his sports car into gear. He looked at Cindy.
"You getting out?" he asked.
"Where are you going?" Cindy asked.
"I don't know."
"I'll go there too," Cindy said.
Brad nodded. He drove the car quickly out of the parking lot and onto the highway. He was driving toward the outskirts of town and Cindy had a feeling she knew where he was heading. Carol had mentioned that Brad had a special parking place. Carol never allowed him to take her there because she considered it too dangerous.
Cindy wasn't thinking of the parking place as dangerous. She was excited by the thought of parking with a boy. Carol always kept her from really having fun with a boy. Cindy had learned not to take the warnings too seriously.
Brad turned off the road and onto a dirt road. He drove deep into the trees and finally came to a stop at a stream. He turned the ignition off and reached for another beer.
"This is a pretty place," Cindy said. "Do you bring many girls up here?"
"Not many," he said.
"Do you ever bring Carol?"
Cindy was wondering if Brad would tell her the truth. Cindy knew how much boys liked to brag.
"No," he said. "I've never brought Carol. She refuses to come."
A warm glow went through Cindy. She reached for the radio and turned it on. She found a station she liked. A soft melody that made her feel relaxed. She sipped at her beer.
"Do you think I'm as pretty as Carol?"
"Yes," he said.
"But you've never tried to kiss me," Cindy pouted. "And you're always trying to kiss Carol."
"I've wanted to kiss you," Brad admitted. "I've thought about it a lot."
"Then why don't you?" Cindy asked.
Brad looked a little worried but he dropped his can of beer out the window and he turned in the seat toward her. She held her can in her right hand as he drew her into his arms. She had been kissed before but she was amazed at the hunger in Brad's lips. He drew her closer and dropped his hand to her knee. Cindy knew she should make him move his hand but she didn't want to.
There was no Carol to make her do something she didn't want to do. She liked the feel of his strong hand on the skin of her bare knee. He pressed his lips to hers again and she felt his tongue probe.
She didn't mind. She had also been tongue-kissed before and she opened her lips to admit his tongue. She was struck by a sudden fear that his tongue was going to devour hers. Carol had made him hungry. Cindy could imagine all the times Carol had teased him.
She had been the same way herself. She had teased many boys and then had told Carol about it. They'd had many laughs together at the expense of their boy friends. But lately something had been happening in Cindy. She had started to like the feel of a boy's arms around her. She had started to love the feel of his lips. Perhaps too much.
As Brad kissed her his hand was doing things with her knees. He would fondle one and then the other and his hand seemed impatient to go higher. His hot fingers crept up her leg. She kept telling herself that she was going to stop him when he went a little higher but then his hand was pressed against her thigh and she still hadn't stopped him.
"Oh Cindy," Brad said. "Oh Cindy, baby,"
She wished he wouldn't talk. She wished he wouldn't do anything but massage the heat of her thighs and keep kissing her with his fiery tongue. She didn't want the spell ruined by having to think about who she was and who Brad was, or to think of what Carol might say if she could see them.
"Brad," she said, pushing him away. "We shouldn't. Let's go outside for some fresh air."
Brad looked hurt but he wouldn't push himself on her. She switched off the radio and opened her car door. It was chilling outside and she wished she had on more than her scanty cheerleading outfit.
She picked her way down to the river and sat on a rock. Brad was right behind her. He handed her another beer and she popped the top.
"Brad, you wouldn't be trying to get me a little high, would you?"
"Of course not," he said.
But she knew he was and it was working. The beers she'd had already were making her lightheaded. She sipped at the one he'd handed her. She had a feeling Carol would be going crazy right now and somehow that pleased Cindy. Carol was always so much in control, so able to take care of things. It pleased Cindy to think of Carol being confused about what to do.
"Say," Brad said. "I've go a blanket in the back. It would be more comfortable than that rock. We could stretch out on the grass."
"I know what's on your mind," Cindy said.
But she didn't protest as he went back to his car and brought the blanket down. The beer was making Cindy feel warmer and she didn't mind stretching out on the blanket beside him. He put his hand back on her knee.
"Let's kiss some more," he suggested.
"We really shouldn't," she said.
She had started to sip again at her beer but he took it from her hands. He held the beer in his left hand as he reached for her. He was leaning half on top of her as his mouth searched for hers.
"We shouldn't," Cindy said again.
Then his hot lips cut off anything else she might have said. Cindy wasn't sure what to do. She had been playing a game that she realized was about to get out of hand. Brad's lips were hungry and she didn't feel strong enough to push him away.
He kissed the soft white of her throat. Cindy felt a thrill as his lips traced her soft skin. His lips were going lower, touching the soft skin above her blouse, but she still couldn't stop him.
He had evidently dropped her beer for he was now tracing the skin of her thigh. He was more daring than he had been before. In a moment he would be tracing the panties underneath her skirt.
"Brad," she said, trying to push him away.
He was stronger than she was and he wouldn't be pushed away. His hand groped between her legs and she felt her thighs start to quiver at the touch of his hot fingers. His thumb was rubbing her in the exact same way she rubbed herself when she masturbated.
"Brad," she pleaded. "Brad, you have to stop."
Perhaps he would have if he'd been sober or less angry. But he was taking out his anger at Carol on her sister, and he was already past the point of no return. Cindy began to remember the stories she'd heard about girls being raped. She knew what could happen if she fought him.
He might get angry and start slapping her around. She could possibly get hurt very badly. She knew that she could never tell anyone about being raped and she would be forced to if she came home with bruises and scratches. The best thing for her to do was just relax.
She started to remember those dirty jokes about when rape is inevitable to relax and enjoy it. That was just what she intended to do. Her decision sent a hot spasm of delight through her body.
Brad seemed to sense her relaxation. He raised his head and looked at her with curious eyes. She pulled his head back to hers again. She opened her mouth and fondled his tongue with hers.
He knew she was willing!
His hand came to the top button of her blouse. Cindy was both afraid and anxious as he unbuttoned her blouse. A boy had never seen her breasts before. What if he didn't like them? What if he thought her tits were too small?
He got her blouse unbuttoned and his lips were once again pressed to her flesh. This time he kissed the flesh above her bra top. His tongue went down into the crevice between her titties and she shivered. She could hardly wait until he got the bra undone. She wished he would hurry. Finally she raised her back off the ground so he would get the idea.
He had trouble with her bra but he finally got the clasps undone. She raised her arms as he pulled the bra over her shoulders. She didn't have to be afraid that he wouldn't like her titties. Even in the dim light she could see the hunger in his eyes as he stared at her twin mounds.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "Dear God, they're beautiful!"
Brad couldn't believe that he was having such luck. He had often dreamed about seeing Carol's titties. He had often beaten off to the vision of Carol offering herself to him. Now he had Cindy and Cindy's luscious tits were more beautiful than he could have imagined. He wished he could see them in better light but he already thought them more beautiful that those girls in the magazines he looked at.
He couldn't help himself. He tilted his head and kissed one large pink nipple. He felt her shudder beneath the touch of his tongue. He was turning her on! It excited him to think that Cindy could be so carried away. Rape had never entered his mind.
If Cindy had kept fighting then he would have stopped. But he wasn't going to stop with Cindy so relaxed in his arms. He opened his mouth and took as much of her creamy flesh into his mouth as he could manage.
She tasted so sweet and innocent, much like he had imagined Carol would have tasted. A deep satisfaction went through Brad. Carol had teased him for a long time but now he was getting back at her. He was having his fun and he was having it with Carol's sister.
He moved to Cindy's other nipple and she was moaning beneath him. It gave him a deep sense of power. He knew that Cindy was his. He knew she wouldn't fight anything he wanted to do.
And what he wanted to do was to put his cock between her pretty legs!
He felt Cindy's tits become swollen with lust as he sucked on them. He kissed and nibbled at her flesh until she had started pushing her tits at him. He put his hands back at her thighs and pushed her legs apart.
"Cindy," he moaned. "Cindy, baby, I'm so hot for you. So hot!"
Cindy wished again that he would quit talking. She didn't want to hear his voice. She pulled at his head until his lips were back at her titties again.
Cindy had known it would be like this. She had always known she was hornier than Carol. She had always looked at men in a different way. Now she was responding with a deep hunger to Brad's caresses as she'd always been afraid she would.
His groping hand was trying to find the zipper on her short skirt. Cindy knew that once she allowed him to take her skirt off that there would be no stopping him. She took his hand and placed in against her zipper. Once he found it there was no problem. He had it down in a minute. He undid the tiny clasp that held her skirt together.
Her skirt was a wrap around kind and he unwrapped it easily. She felt the cool wind blow against her bare thighs. She shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"Yes."
"It's all right," he promised. "I'm going to warm you up."
He started tugging at her panties and she lifted her hips. Her last defensive garment came off down her long legs.
Her first response was one of shame. She tried to close her legs together but Brad wouldn't allow that. He put one knee between her legs and then his strong hands pried her thighs apart. He started groping her blonde pussy with his hand.
She moaned out loud as she felt his fingers probing her cunt flesh. Brad knew very little about what he was doing but his lack of experience didn't stop him. He was experimenting with his fingers, trying to find the spots that brought about the most response from her.
Cindy could feel herself growing wet between her legs. There was no question that she was going to get fucked. She hoped he would know enough to be gentle the first time but somehow she knew it wouldn't matter. Somehow she knew she wouldn't be like other girls who needed a gentle man to help the pain.
She knew she would love it from the very beginning. Her skin was already tingling as his finger pushed past her cuntal entrance and slipped into her wet pussy.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh!"
His finger started pushing in and out. She writhed on the blanket as spasm after spasm of delight passed through her. He was using his fingers as Cindy had often used them on herself. She was loving it. Suddenly he drew his fingers out and she looked at him curiously. It didn't take her a moment to understand.
He was standing up but he wasn't leaving her. His hands were at the buckle of his belt and he was pulling his trousers open. Cindy couldn't take her eyes away from the bulge that was there. She didn't want to. She was no shy, sweet thing afraid of her first cock.
She wanted to see it. She wanted to touch it, to hold it between her hot fingers, to guide it Into her hungry cunt. She realized some people might consider her a slut for what she was about to do. Perhaps she was. She only knew that she wanted his cock and that she had always been somewhat jealous of Debbie Saffles for being able to have what she wanted.
Her eyes never left him as he pulled his trousers off and then stripped his shorts down. She shivered as she saw a man's cock for the first time. She saw his massive rod standing straight up between his legs. How in hell could he ever get that massive thing into her?
She was growing a little afraid for the first time. She hadn't realized that the huge thing was like this. She had never pictured a hard one like this. She closed her thighs together but it was too late to stop Brad from having what he wanted.
He dropped to his knees.
"I'm going to fuck you, Cindy," he rasped.
She nodded. She knew there was no stopping him. He pressed her thighs apart again and he got on top of her. She shivered as his weight came down on her. She felt his stiff cock pressing against her pussy.
"Be gentle," she pleaded. "I will," he promised.
He wasn't. He was too excited and Cindy could sense it. His mouth clamped down over hers as his enormous prick strained at her pussy entrance. She felt her tongue being sucked into his mouth.
His prick thrust hard against the entrance to her cunt until her virgin cunt-lips gave way under the pressure.
The prick went inside her stopping at her hymen. His hips wiggled as he tried to force his prick deeper into her. She did feel pain and she was suddenly trying to get out from under his thick cock. He pressed harder.
Her titties were flattened against his sweaty chest and her nipples were growing hard. She was beginning to enjoy the pressure of his cock. He pressed harder and her hymen gave way and he was inside her, his heavy balls pressing against her.
He was not gentle as he drew his long shaft out and then drove it into her again. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her. She felt him grow inside her and she somehow knew that he wouldn't be able to last for long.
He was increasing his speed as he slammed his cock furiously into her. With one last thrust he buried his cock deep in her cunt and she felt the spurt of his cum. He kept slamming his cock into her as he spurted.
Her first thought was that it hadn't been very exciting. She had somehow expected more. She had expected bells to ring. There was nothing but a sense of exhaustion as his prick drained away into her. He withdrew his cock and she reached for him.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to do it again," she said.
He had barely started an itch in her cunt with his first fucking. Now she wanted to get into it without having to worry about the pain of first entry.
She laced her fingers around his cock and started to move her hand up and down the length of his rod. She knew enough to know that he would be getting hard again pretty quickly. She was right. She could feel him stiffen between her fingers.
"God," he said. "You're making me hard again."
"That's the idea." she said.
She knew she was acting like a bad girl but she didn't care about what he would think later on. She already knew that he would brag about his conquest and that her reputation was gone from this night on. She decided if she was going to be called a slut then she might as well get some satisfaction from her reputation.
He was hard and throbbing and she stretched out again on her back and pulled him on top of her. His hard prick went in easily this time. She allowed herself to match the rhythm of his deep thrusts.
She didn't know what to expect but something strange started to happen to her. It started out as that same itch in her cunt but it grew so that her entire body felt like it was on fire. She started urging him to move faster.
She knew he wasn't as excited as he'd been the first time and now he would be able to last longer. She was glad of that for the heat in her body was beginning to build. It was much better than when she made herself come off with her fingers. Much, much better!
"Oh Brad," she moaned. "Now you're making me hot. Now you're making it feel good!"
Her words excited Brad. He could feel the ache in his balls that meant he was getting ready to come again.
She felt his cock explode into her cunt almost at the same moment her juices came. She kept writhing against him until they both drained dry. When she finally came down from her peak she knew that she had finally done it, and it was much better than she'd expected.
Carol was really missing something!
CHAPTER THREE
"I'd like to get that bitch in my back seat for just five minutes," Nick said. "I'd make her beg for every inch of my cock!"
"Sure you would," Tommy said. "But you'll never get her in the back seat."
Debbie wished they would find something else to talk about. She was tired of hearing how luscious-looking Carol Baker and her sister were. She had hoped for a nicer time the rest of the evening, but Nick was sitting in the front seat of his car with his feet propped on the open door and she could tell he was stopping for the night.
Nick sipped on his beer. "I'd sure like to taste those titties," he said.
"So would I," Tommy said.
Debbie was always nervous when Tommy was around. Especially after tonight at the football game. He kept looking at her and smiling. She shivered.
Debbie moved over closer to Nick and put her hand on his thigh.
"Nick," she said. "Let's go off. Just you and me. I can make you forget about Carol."
"Yeah," he sneered. "What could you do?"
"Anything you want," she promised.
"You whore," Nick said loudly. "You. little whore. What's the matter? Your pants getting hot?"
"Please, Nick," she said. "Don't talk to me like that."
"Why not?" he asked. "Aren't you a whore?"
"No," she said. "I'm not. You know that you're the only one who's ever had me."
Her voice was a little more bitter than she had intended, but she was getting a little tired of being treated any way that Nick felt. She knew he was not at his best when he was drinking, but he could show her some little respect. After all, she had done what he wanted at the football game.
"Where do you want to go?" Nick asked softly.
She was surprised. She had almost expected Nick to get angry. She hadn't expected him to actually be kind toward her. She saw that Tommy was also surprised. He had been leaning against the car and now he straightened.
"Oh, I don't know," Debbie said.
She didn't see the wink that Nick gave Tommy.
"How about down by the river?" Nick asked.
"Sure," she said. "That would be nice."
Tommy had called for some more of the Satans and now she was aware that they were gathering by the car. Nick was getting out.
"Nick?" she questioned.
"So you want to ride down by the river," Nick said. "Well my friends will be more than happy to take you. See that she has a good time, fellows."
"We will," Tommy assured him.
"Oh my God no!" .Debbie protested, but Tommy was already slipping into the car beside her.
"I'll scream," Debbie said. "Let me out of the car or I'll scream."
Tommy grabbed her by her hair and twisted her head back. He put one hot hand on her bare thigh. She shuddered as his fingers caressed her. It made her sick to have him touch her. She opened her mouth to scream.
"If you say a word," Tommy said, "you're going to really hurt. Really!"
His fingers clamped on her thigh and brought a squeal of pain.
"Now be quiet," he said. "Be very quiet."
Another Satan got in to drive and two more got into the back seat. The last thing Debbie saw of Nick he was walking back into the hamburger place. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her. Not Nick. Even though he acted rough, she had always been sure that he loved her. Deep down inside she knew he loved her.
Tommy released her head as the car left the parking lot. He kept his hand on her thigh. It was repulsive to have his hand there but she was afraid to move. Tommy had an evil look in his eyes.
"Please," she said. "Let me go."
"You don't really want us to let you go," Tommy said. "We know what kind of girl you are."
"I'm not that way," Debbie said. "I'm a good girl."
"Good girls don't suck off boys at football games," Tommy chided.
Debbie was scared. With Nick sex had always been a pleasant experience and she was willing to do anything he asked. But she knew what these boys wanted and she knew sex would not be pleasant for her. She couldn't bring herself to believe that Nick had just given her to them.
She started believing it when they turned off the highway and started up the river road. They met another car coming out. Debbie recognized one of the football players and a girl that looked like one of the Baker twins. Perhaps it was. Debbie had a momentary impulse to yell for help but she gave it up quickly when Tommy's hands clamped harder on her thigh.
"Now don't you get any foolish ideas," Tommy said.
She didn't get any. She was silent until the car was parked by the river. Tommy moved his hand higher up on her thigh. The driver put his hand on her other thigh.
"Please," she said. "Let me go!"
"No," Tommy said. "Don't you think I've waited for this for a long while. I knew Nick would get tired of you sooner or later.".
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Just what I said," Tommy said. "When Nick gets tired of a girl he gives her to me. And I have fun with her."
"I don't believe it," she said.
"You'd better believe it," Tommy said. "Because you're about to get gang-fucked, sweetheart."
His hot hand went up between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She struggled against him and managed to get her hand at his face. She clawed down, drawing blood.
"Jesus Christ!" Tommy yelled.
His hands had left her and he had put them to his bleeding face. She reached for the door handle and had opened the door on his side before he realized what she was doing.
The driver had dropped his hands in confusion and she crawled over Tommy's lap without being stopped. Tommy grabbed her leg before she was completely across but she jerked loose.
She was free and she ran for the river. The two boys in back were right behind her. She had no idea where she was running except that she had to get away.
The river stopped her. There was no way across and it looked deep. She turned to try another way and the two boys from the back seat were on her. She clawed at them but they caught her arms and held them behind her. They twisted her arms behind her back until she cried out in pain and went to her knees.
She couldn't see Tommy but she heard his voice.
"Get a blanket," Tommy said.
She knew that the other member of the Satans had returned to the car for a blanket. Tommy kneeled down beside her so that she could see his face. There were two deep scratches running down his cheek.
"You're going to be sorry you did this to me, you bitch," Tommy said. "What the hell were you trying to protect. Your cherry? Hell, you gave that away a long time ago."
She looked into his face and she knew what he said was true. She had given her virtue away. She had given it to a boy who cared nothing about her. A boy who had allowed her to be taken away by these animals.
What had she been fighting for?
The driver returned with the blanket and they-smoothed it out over the grass. She had no way of knowing that this was the exact spot where Cindy had lost her cherry at Brad's hands only a few minutes before. She wouldn't have cared. She dropped her shoulders tiredly and quit struggling.
"You going to be nice to us now?" Tommy asked. "Or are we going to have to really get tough?"
"No," Debbie said. "I'll be nice. I'm through fighting."
"Good," Tommy said.
The boys released her arms. Tommy watched her suspiciously but when she gave no signs of trying to run away he nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Get on the blanket," he said, "and take your clothes off."
She was afraid again but she kept telling herself that it didn't matter. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She tried not to look about her but she couldn't help it. The four boys' eyes filled with lust as they stared at her white flesh above her bra top. She wanted to cross her arms over herself and hide the naked flesh but it was too late for modesty.
"Hurry," Tommy said. "I want to see those titties. I want to see if they're as nice as Nick said."
She winced at his words. So Nick had been talking to Tommy about her breasts. She wondered how many other things they had talked about. Probably Nick had given each of his friends a blow by blow description of everything they had done together on dates. Now Debbie started understanding the looks that the Satans had given her. Those dirty looks as if they could see her without her clothes.
She reached behind her back and undid her bra. She pulled it away and let the cool night air touch her full titties.
"God!" Tommy said.
"Yes!" another boy said. "They're everything Nick said they were."
Tommy approached her and put his hands to her titties. He hefted them in his hands and ran his thumbs over her nipples until both her nipples became hard. He was smiling. She didn't like the way he smiled. His filthy hands made her skin crawl. Still, she didn't pull away. She knew it would do no good. She didn't want Tommy to start acting rough. She had already given him more than enough reason to hurt her.
"Nice," he said. "I like a girl with a full set of titties. Did Nick suck on them much?"
She lowered her head.
"I asked you a question, slut!"
He started pinching her titties until she was feeling pain.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, he sucked on them."
"That's better," Tommy said. "I also like a girl who knows her place. Do you know your place, Debbie?"
She knew the answer he wanted.
"Yes," Debbie said. "I know my place."
"And what is your place, Debbie?" Tommy asked.
She understood the kind of answer he wanted. Tommy wasn't as strong as Nick but he liked to think he was. He wanted the same kind of power over a girl that Nick described. He couldn't get it any other way but making a girl feel pain.
"I want to be under you," Debbie said. "That's my place."
He was satisfied with her answer. He gave her titties another rub and he stepped back.
"Okay," he said. "The rest of your clothes. Take your skirt and panties off. Let's see what your pussy looks like."
She undid the zipper of her skirt and took it off. She was aware of their hungry looks as she peeled her panties down her legs.
"Well?" she asked them. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Stand up," Tommy demanded.
She stood. He made her turn around so that they could see all of her. She did a couple of turns like a model who was showing off her gown.
"That's enough," Tommy said.
He came close to her and put his hands back on her tits. He kneaded them and once again started running his thumbs over her nipples.
"Sweet girl," he said. "You're such a sweet thing."
He dropped one hand to probe between her legs. She almost jerked backwards as she felt his fingers rubbing against her pussy, but she controlled herself. He jabbed one finger painfully up into her cunt.
"How does that feel?" he asked. "Good, huh."
"Yes," she lied.
"I knew you'd like it," Tommy said. "You got a hot box just like Nick said you'd have."
He pressed her close to him as his finger kept jabbing her cunt. He kept probing until it was easier for him to get his finger in. She was getting wet down there. She couldn't help it. She wasn't really turned on to Tommy but she had always gotten hot quickly.
"Feel my cock," Tommy said.
She didn't want to touch his cock. The only cock she'd ever touched was Nick's and she had wanted it to be the only one. She'd had dreams of being married to Nick. Of being his wife and living with him and keeping his house. She knew that those dreams were gone now. Nick would never touch her again after she had allowed Tommy and the others the use of her body.
She knew she was going to turn out like Nick's previous girl friend. Perhaps they would be friends because they had both been used and discarded. She might be the only true friend that Debbie would ever have because boys and girls didn't get to be friends with Nick's discards.
Oh, there would be boys. Boys like Tommy would come around wanting her body. Wanting to use her in the same way Nick had. She would go along with it. She knew she would do anything they wanted because she would be lonely. But her reputation would get worse and worse.
"Feel my cock," Tommy said again.
His hands were hurting her once more and she decided to do what he wanted. She let her hand go down to his crotch and she traced the outline of his cock. He had a big one, bigger than Nick's. She could tell that by the shape of it through the trousers.
"Rub it," Tommy said. "Rub it hard."
The other three boys were grinning and rubbing their crotches because they knew it would soon be their turn. She realized clearly that she was going to have to fuck all four of these boys. Nick wasn't going to rescue her. She was going to have to do it.
"Let's lay down," Tommy said.
She allowed him to push her back on the blanket. Her legs were parted and he placed his thumb back between her thighs. He jabbed his finger into her again and started to massage her cunt.
"Nice," he said. "Nice and tight. This is going to be fun. Take my cock out."
She didn't want to but she reached for the buckle of his trousers. She undid his buckle and pulled at his zipper. His zipper came down. He was wearing no shorts. His hard cock sprang out immediately.
"Touch it," he ordered. "Hold it in your tight little hand."
She laced her fingers reluctantly around his hot piece of flesh. He was really hot for her. She could feel his staff trembling under the touch of her fingers. There was already a drop of pearly white fluid on the end.
One of his hands came behind her neck and he was forcing her head down. She knew what he wanted and she struggled against him.
"Do it, bitch," he commanded. "You sucked one at the football game and you can suck one here."
She opened her mouth and took his staff between her lips. He didn't give her time to catch her breath. He crammed his pole deep into her mouth and held her head there.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, this is good!"
"Fuck her!" another of the Satans said. "Will you hurry up and get off! My cock is as hard as rock!"
"Shut up!" Tommy countered.
He guided her head up and down on his shaft. She was sickened by the awful taste of his flesh but she could do nothing but what he ordered. She tasted a little of his salty jism.
"No," he pulled her away. "I'm going to come in your cunt. Won't you like that?"
"Yes," she lied.
He pushed her away from his cock. He directed her to get on her back. She felt his arms under her legs and she wondered what was going on.
"Lift your legs," he said. "Lift them up above your head. I saw this in a magazine."
"Please don't make me do that," she begged him, but he was already lifting her legs up.
It was a humiliating position. She could see the three other boys staring into her exposed cunt. She wanted to put her legs down but Tommy was already leaning on her. She felt his swollen cock at her cunt entrance.
"This ought to get me deep," Tommy said.
"You bastard!" she hissed.
"None of that," Tommy said. "You know you like a good stiff cock."
His prick head was already past the walls of her cunt. She blinked her eyes as she felt the fat meat of his cock pushing into her. He was much bigger than Nick and he was stretching the walls of her cunt.
"Oh God," she said.
"I knew you'd like it," he said. "I knew you had a hot box."
He gave a hard shove and his thick cock went into her deeply. He was all the way into her. His balls rested against her ass-cheeks. He began to fuck her violently, bringing his thick cock all the way out before slamming it hard into her again.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
"Ride em cowboy," one of the Satans said.
Her titties flattened against his chest as he allowed his full weight to come on her. He slammed his cock deeper into her and he grabbed at her hair.
"God," he moaned. "God, this is sweet!"
He pulled her hair until she was afraid he would pull it out. She felt him growing within her and she knew he wouldn't last much longer. She was thankful for that. She felt the first splash of his hot cum against her pussy walls.
"Ahhhhh," he cried. "AhhhhEEEEEE!"
He spurted into her with violent strokes. He pushed her legs farther back than she thought they could go as he emptied his cock into her. She wondered if he would ever quit spurting but finally he collapsed with a shudder. "Jesus!" he said. "Jesus!"
"Get up," another Satan said. "It's my turn. Get . the fuck up and give me a chance."
Debbie trembled as she watched the rest of the Satans start undressing.
"This is going to be the best time you've ever had," Tommy told them.
Debbie watched as three cocks sprang from the boys' crotches.
The boys were hard and ready. Debbie sighed. She opened her legs wider and shut her eyes. Let them have what they want. After all, it didn't matter anymore.
The first of the three boys dropped on top of her and she felt his cock enter her easily. She started to think about other things that would help her to keep her mind off it until they were finished.
She hoped it would be soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Where the hell have you been?"
Carol had pounced on her sister as soon as Cindy had walked through the door. Cindy was hanging onto Brad's arm and Brad looked nervous. Carol knew she was making a fool of herself. She knew that everyone in the place was watching her but concern about her sister had made Carol anxious.
"Out," Cindy said.
"Out where?" Carol asked. "I want to know where you've been."
"I don't think you have to know," Cindy said.
Cindy didn't want to make her sister angry at her but Cindy had had just about enough of Carol's motherly attitude. Cindy felt that she had grown up a lot in the past hour. She had learned that Carol's views about sex were definitely not her own. Cindy was through being one of the teasing twins.
Carol slapped her sister.
It surprised everyone in the place. It even surprised Carol. She had never lost her cool before. She had always been in complete control of every situation. She was confused by Cindy's attitude and she had lost control for just a moment.
"Don't do that again," Cindy said, "or I'll scratch your eyes out even if you are my sister."
Cindy and Brad pushed by Carol leaving her trembling in fury. She knew that a lot of the kids were laughing at her. Of course they wouldn't do it out loud, but they were laughing. They were glad to see Carol knocked down off her high horse for a change. Carol knew she had always been snobbish toward everyone and she had no friends that would be sorry for her.
Carol had needed no friends as long as she had Cindy. Carol stalked angrily to her sister's table. She was going to make another attempt to save face.
"I asked you a question," Carol said.
Cindy looked at her sympathetically.
"I know how you feel, Carol," Cindy said softly. "But it's really none of your business. Why don't you sit down and let Brad bring you a beer?"
Carol was facing a new strength in her sister that she didn't understand. She turned her anger on Brad. He had been listening to the conversation and now he made a movement to get out of his chair.
"You just sit still," Carol said. "I want to know where you took my sister."
Brad looked nervous. He still wasn't used to confronting Carol. Carol had ordered him around for too long. He and Cindy had already talked about what they would say but he found himself ready to apologize.
He almost did but Cindy gently elbowed him in the side. He turned his head and she gave him a look of sympathy and warning. He understood. Cindy wanted him to stand up to her sister. He felt warm toward Cindy in a way that he had never felt toward Carol. He realized that Cindy was his new girl.
"like Cindy said," Brad said loudly. "It's none of your business."
His voice was harder then he had intended and a hurt look came into Carol's eyes. He almost softened but he remembered that he had often seen the look in her eyes when she wanted something.
"Do you want a beer, Cindy?" Brad asked.
"Sure," Cindy said. "Get me another."
Brad left the table and Carol finally understood. She had lost her sister and she had lost her boy friend in one night. Cindy was giving Brad something that Carol couldn't give. Carol wondered what and then her eyebrows raised as she noticed how rumpled Cindy's cheerleading outfit looked.
"Oh God!" Carol gasped.
Cindy patted her sister's hand.
"It's all right, sis," Cindy said softly. "We all have to grow up sometime."
"Oh no," Carol groaned. "Oh no."
Cindy reached for her arm but Carol tore out of her grasp. Tears were stinging in her eyes as she headed for the door. All she could think of was that she wanted to get away from there. She wanted to get home, to cry her eyes put in the privacy of her own bedroom.
She didn't notice Nick watching her with his dark, angry eyes. Nobody noticed him getting up to follow Carol out of the door.
Carol wasn't thinking about how far home was. She wasn't thinking clearly at all. She was only wondering how her sister could do such a thing? Her own sister. How could Cindy steal her boy friend and then humiliate her in front of all their friends? How?
All of a sudden she realized she had gone too far. She was standing in the dark and there was a little spray of light rain touching her face. She knew Cindy wouldn't allow her to stay out in the rain very long. Cindy would send Brad after her and then Carol would start working to get her status back. She knew she could still twist Brad around her little finger. He was still her boy friend. She reasoned that Brad would come to his senses quickly, but she could help him if she could just get him alone.
"That's it," Carol said. "I'll get him alone. I can get him to promise anything if I can get him alone."
She saw a car coming and she started walking again. She was going to act mad, like she hadn't cooled off yet. That would teach Brad a lesson. She would make him beg to take her home. She would make him and her sister pay for the humiliation she'd just gone through.
The car pulled up beside her and she risked a glance to see if Cindy was with Brad.
Her heart almost stopped. It wasn't Brad. It was Nick. He was grinning at her.
"Need a ride?" he asked.
"Get away from me," she said. "I don't want anything from you."
"You're going to get wet," he said. "I can manage," she said.
He drove past her and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was something about Nick that greatly disturbed her. It was almost as if she didn't trust herself to be alone with him. Probably it was because she knew she couldn't handle him as she handled other boys. She wouldn't be able to tease Nick. He was the type who took what he wanted.
She saw his car turn around and come back toward her. She stopped. She had a sudden impulse to run but she controlled it. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of. He wasn't going to drag her off a street. But she did wish that Brad and Cindy would hurry.
His car stopped a little in front of her and he got out. He walked around his car and sat down on the fender. He had taken off his shirt and he wore tight jeans and his T-shirt. She felt a nervous shiver go up her back.
Somehow her feet didn't give way as she walked toward him. She tried not to look at him as she walked past.
"You should pull your nose down some,-" he said. "You're liable to drown."
"Why don't you jump in a hole somewhere," she said.
"You said that one time before and I told you that I intend to. In just a few minutes. Yours will do, I'm sure."
She felt disgust rise to her throat. She turned on him and her eyes blazed fury.
"You're a stinking animal," she said. "I wouldn't let you touch me if you were the last man on earth."
"I am the last man," he said. "Or haven't you noticed? There's nobody else out here."
Her stubborn pride forced her to keep walking even though she knew she shouldn't. She was in the dark. There were no streetlamps to guide her. She couldn't even see the lights from the hamburger place.
"Get in the car," he said.
"I'll never go anywhere with you," she said. "I told you that."
"But I'm not giving you a choice," he said.
She looked around in panic. If she screamed there would be no one to hear her. There were no cars on the road. She might be able to outrun him but she didn't think so.
"Make it easy on yourself," he said. "Get in the car."
"Forget it," Carol said.
"Then we're going to have to do it the hard way. It might be more fun that way."
He stood up. She looked at him closely for the first time and saw that he was as big as Brad and stronger-looking. He probably could force her to get into the car. Her knees felt weak. She reached into her purse and tried to find something that she might use to fight him. He noticed her movement.
"Won't do any good," he said. "I'm going to put you in the car."
She was backing up, searching frantically for something to use.
"Stay away from me," she said. "Stay away!"
Her fingers clutched her hairbrush. It was one of those hairbrushes with a steel handle and she knew it would hurt. She had struck Brad with it playfully and had drawn blood. The end was sharp and could do a lot of damage. She brought it out of her purse and pointed it at him.
"If you touch me," she said. "I'll cut you so bad that no girl will ever look at you again."
He smiled. He stepped toward her and she swung her hairbrush-knife at him. He stepped back and she missed by inches.
"You're a foolish kitten," he said. "Playing with knives could get your arm hurt."
He came toward her again and she swung again. She dropped her purse as she backed up. She felt a wall behind her and she risked a glance over her shoulder. There was an old stone wall there. She could go no farther as she backed against it.
"Now I could take that thing away from you the hard way," he said, "but that would involve a lot of pain and I don't want to damage the merchandise. I've got plans for you. Why don't you make it easy and hand that thing to me."
"I'll cut you first," she threatened.
He came in close and she jabbed at where she thought he was. She missed by inches. Somehow he had his hand on her wrist and a pain shot through her arm. She dropped her hairbrush. He picked it up and stepped back. She was rubbing her wrist where he'd hurt her.
"This is fun," he said. "Let's play again."
She couldn't believe it but he was handing the brush back to her again. She closed her fingers around it and jabbed at him again.
She was thinking, that he was a fool. He was crazy to give the hairbrush back to her. Now she really would cut him. He would not get her brush away again. She jabbed at him as he came close. This time she got the point into his T-shirt, ripping it, but then he wasn't there anymore.
His hand was on her wrist suddenly and this time he bent it back. More pain went through her shoulder. She dropped the brush to the pavement again. He stepped back again. He was still smiling.
"Pick it up," he said. "I'm having a good time. . You want to try it again?"
"No," she said.
"Then get in the car."
He had broken her will to resist. It was such a little thing just getting into his car. She would get in and he would take her home. She would tell Brad the next day and Brad would work him over.
She rubbed her wrist as she got into his car. His car reeked of beer and wine. The seats were uncomfortable. He got into the driver's seat.
"Sorry I had to hurt you," he said. "But maybe you'll know better next time. I could have torn your arm off if I'd wanted."
"Why didn't you?"
"I told you," he said. "I didn't want to damage the merchandise. I have other plans for you."
She let him gloat. He would know better the next day when Brad finished with him. Nick wouldn't be bothering any more girls on lonely streets. A smile of satisfaction came to her lips when she thought of what Brad would do to him. Perhaps she would be able to watch. She would like to see Nick so humiliated.
She didn't speak to him as he started the car. She only hoped nobody saw her in his car. That would really give the kids something to laugh about. She watched the passing buildings until it was time for him to turn the car into her street.
"Letting me out on the comer will be fine," Carol told him.
"Who said anything about letting you out? I told you that I have plans for you."
She felt fear clutch at her. She reasoned that he couldn't be really serious.
"Let me out," Carol said coldly.
"It's not going to work, kitten," Nick said. "I've seen how you order guys around. It won't work with me. With me, it's me who does the ordering."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Now you're getting the idea," he said. "I'm taking you to a place I know. A place where we can be alone."
Carol really was getting afraid now. She remembered how easily he had taken her hairbrush, his taunting smile as he'd handled her as a man handles a baby. He could do anything he wanted with her if he got her alone.
"Please let me out," she said.
It took a lot out of her to say please. It was always the boys who were saying please to her.
"That's it," he said. "I like to hear you beg. I like to hear you beg me."
"I'll beg you," she said. "When hell freezes over. Now let me out of this car."
He laughed loudly and his laughter chilled her. She couldn't think of anything else to say so she remained silent as he drove them past the city limits. She had no idea where they were going, but she didn't like the direction. Past town there was nothing but miles and miles of empty country.
"My family will be missing me," she finally said.
"It won't matter."
"You mean . . . You're going to kill me after you . . . "
He laughed again. "Kill you!" he said. "My God! Of course I'm not going to kill you. I meant that you'll be home in a couple of days and you'll think of something good to tell them."
"You're not afraid that I'll tell them you kidnapped me," Carol asked.
"No," he said. "You won't tell anybody that."
She knew he was right. She couldn't stand the shame of going through a court trail, of having to accuse Nick of doing things to her in front of a jury. She couldn't ever do that.
"Move over here beside me," Nick said.
"No," she said.
"Do it," he warned. "Or I'll stop the car and make you. It might hurt you a little bit."
Again she remembered how easily he had taken the hairbrush away from her. She rubbed her sore wrist. He had the strength to do anything he wanted. She slipped over closer to him in the seat. He put his hand on her knee.
"I've always liked those cheerleading costumes you wear," Nick said. "That's the only reason I come to the games. To see you flash your ass."
She shuddered at his rough language.
He ran his finger up farther on her thigh. She pushed his hand away.
"Don't do that," she said.
She was surprised when he made no more attempt to touch her. She was feeling a little satisfied as he turned the car off the road and onto a dirt road. She could handle him. He wasn't that much different from the boys she was used to. He was a little rough but that made no big difference. She could still handle him.
"What's up here?" she asked.
"My family's cabin," he said.
She asked no more questions as she saw the small cabin come into view. He parked the car out front. He even helped her out of the car.
"Come on," he said.
She resisted.
"This has gone far enough," she said. "Now I want you to take me home. Right now." He laughed at her again.
"You're a precious one, kitten," he said. "Always giving orders and expecting people to jump to the sound of your voice. I'm not taking you home."
"Then give me the keys," she said. "I'll drive myself."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the house. She jerked her arm from the steely grasp of his fingers. She felt a little disgusted at his touch.
"Don't touch me," she said. "Your hand makes my skin crawl like it touched a bug or something."
This time he quit smiling. The eyes went ugly and she thought he was going to strike her.
"So I make your skin crawl?" he said. "You're a hard girl, Carol. You make a guy hot, but then you turn him off. You're hard, but I don't care. I want you anyway and I'm going to have you. Tonight."
"You'll never touch me," she said.
His arms were around her before she could stop him. She felt weak as he pulled her against his chest and his hard lips bruised down on hers. She beat at him weakly as his hands stroked her back. He released her.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Tonight."
He took her arm again and pulled her once more toward the house. She didn't resist. He took a key from under the mat and opened the door. He pushed her into the kitchen.
"The bedroom's in back," he said.
"Please," she whimpered.
"The bedroom, goddamn it," he said.
He pushed her in the small of her back and she went forward. There was nothing else she could do. He pushed her again as she reluctantly entered a j small bedroom.
"This is my parents' bedroom," he said.
He left her and went into the bathroom. She thought about escaping, but somehow her legs wouldn't move. She was too afraid of him to move. He came back from the bathroom and handed her a flimsy black nightgown.
"I want this to be right," he said. "Put this on. After you wash some of the sweat off you. I don't want you smelling like a damn football player."
"Nick," she said.
"Get the fuck in there," he said savagely.
He pushed her into the bathroom and he shut the door behind her.
"Now get undressed and cleaned up," he said. "And put the nightgown on. And hurry up. My cock is hard and I may have to come in there and help you."
The thought of him helping her made her strip off her clothes very quickly. She got into the shower and ran the hot water over her. She hardly knew what she was doing except that she had to keep doing what he told her until she could think of a way out. Any way out.
She had been in the shower long enough for the water to get cold when he started banging on the door.
"Out here, goddamn it," he said. "Hurry or I'll come in and help you."
There was no putting it off any longer. She put the black nightgown on and studied herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair was wet and stringy but the nightgown made the other parts of her body look luscious.
"Oh God," she moaned.
She knew what was going to happen when she walked out that door. She knew enough about sex to know that it was going to hurt. She had prepared herself for it someday, when she would give it to her husband. She had not prepared herself for anything like this. She felt tears sting her eyes.
"Get the hell out here," Nick roared. She swallowed nervously and opened the door. Nick was lying on the bed. Her eyes blinked open wide as she saw that he was completely naked. She tried to keep her eyes from dropping to his crotch but she couldn't help herself. His blood-filled cock rose up between his thighs. She shut her eyes but then she had to look again. This was what she had been afraid of. This was what she had teased boys into having and then wouldn't give them anything to help.
"Oh my God," she groaned.
"Isn't it beautiful? Most girls tell me it is."
"It's horrible," Carol said.
"You'll learn to like it before you leave here. Now come over here. I want to look at you in the light. I've waited a long time for this moment."
Carol walked slowly to the center of the room. Nick licked his lips as he explored her almost naked body. Damn, Nick thought, this was what he had been waiting on. All that luscious body and all his. So she didn't like cocks. Well she would learn to like them. He would teach her what a joystick was for.
"Come closer," he said. B
He was made even more excited by the look of pain on her face. She was his for the taking and he knew it. He knew that he could make her do anything he wanted. It gave him such a sense of power and lust that he couldn't control it.
"God," he said.
She came close enough for him to touch. He put his hand to her trembling thigh.
"You're a sweet piece, kitten," he said.
"Please let me go," she begged him.
"I will," he promised. "Right after I teach you some things. Some things you'll enjoy."
"Let me go," she said. "Please let me go."
"Sure, baby," he said.
But he wasn't letting her go. He was reaching for her and pulling her into the bed beside him. He was kissing her. His hard lips pressed down on hers and his tongue pushed at her mouth.
She tried to turn her head away. He slapped her and took hold of her hair. He pulled her face back against his and his hungry lips touched hers.
She wondered why he had made her wear the black nightgown for his hands were going under it too quickly. She felt his hands pushing apart her thighs.
"Oh God," she said, struggling against his strength. "Don't make me do it. Please don't make me do it."
He was beyond hearing her. He took her hand and pressed it against his spear of hot flesh. She jerked her hand away as if she had been bitten.
"No you don't," he said. He grabbed her hand again and twisted her wrist until she groaned in pain. "You're going to touch it. When I let go you're going to feel it. You're going to love feeling it. You're going to know what kind of prick will soon be in you."
"Please," she said.
"Touch me, goddamn it," he said.
He pressed her hand back to his prick and this time she left it there. She didn't know what he wanted her to do but she tried to move her hand the way he wanted. In a few minutes he had her stroking him with the rhythm he desired.
"That's it," he groaned. "Ahhhhh."
"You bastard," she said. "You filthy bastard."
"I wanted to wait," he said. "I wanted it to last for a while. But I can't wait."
"Stop," she pleaded. "Please don't do this to me. Please don't!"
She cursed him again as he pushed apart her thighs and lowered his weight on top of her. She bit his shoulder and he yelled but he didn't stop. She shuddered as she felt his hard pole probing at her thighs.
She tried to push him off but he was just too strong and too heavy.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
"I hate you, you bastard," she cried. "I hate you. Let me go!"
His prick head was pressed against her virgin cunt and he started to rotate his hips to get it past her virgin lips.
She screamed and bit him again. The pain was almost too much to bear. It hurt. God, how it hurt. He pushed again and his prick went partly into her. His prick stopped at the second obstruction of her hymen.
Tears were streaking her cheeks as she struggled against him. She knew in a moment she would no longer be a virgin. She knew there was nothing she could do but she continued to struggle.
"I ain't going to hurt you," he said. "I'm only going to make you feel good."
"You bastard," she moaned. "You dirty, filthy bastard! I'll kill you for this! I'll kill you, you bastard!"
He only laughed as he pressed his prick harder against her. She felt her hymen pop and she felt his big shaft tear into her virgin cunt all the way to his balls. It was over. She felt his heavy balls resting against her ass-cheeks.
"Shit," he said. "I knew you'd be nice. I knew you'd be tight! Shit!"
"You fucking bastard," she groaned.
She could sense how turned on he was. He started driving his cock in and out of her with a violence that she didn't know a man was capable of. His big prick bruised her. She wondered what all the fuss had been about. This was doing nothing for her except disgusting her. She wished he would get it over with.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, this is better than I ever expected!"
She wondered if it had been any different for Cindy that evening. Had Cindy enjoyed it any more than she was enjoying it? Surely not. It seemed a cold, disgusting way for two people to behave. Rutting like animals.
"Ahhhh God," he moaned. "Ahhhhhh God! Oh, it's killing me!"
She felt his prick release his hot load into her cunt. She remained as still as she could as spurt after spurt entered her cunt. She was really disgusted now.
"Are you finished?" she asked. "Will you get off me now?"
She thought he would be angry, but he wasn't. He didn't move from her.
"Not yet," he said. "I'm going to make you feel hot first."
"Just get off me," she said.
She expected his prick to shrivel. She knew very little about the actual act but she expected him to go soft after he had finished. He didn't.
"Get off me," she said again.
"No," he said. "I want you to feel it. I got carried away and it wasn't much fun for you. But it will be. Don't worry. It will be."
"You disgust me," she said. "You're an animal.
Why don't you get off? Haven't you had what you wanted?"
"Partly," he said. "But I also want to hear you beg for my cock."
"That'll never happen," she said.
"It might," he said. "Once I get you used to it. You'll be like a junkie then. You'll need a little cock to get through the day."
"You bastard," she said.
She tried to wiggle out from under him but she was still impaled on his thick rod. She wished he would get soft like he was supposed to. He started fucking her instead of getting out of her. This time he didn't fuck her as violently. It was a steady, deep stroke.
"Stop that," she said. "Stop that."
She didn't really expect him to stop and he didn't. He kept driving his cock into her with a steady rhythm. He cupped her titties with his hands and massaged her nipples until they grew hard.
And then something happened.
She couldn't understand it but a slow feeling of mounting pleasure started creeping through her body. He sensed that she was beginning to respond and he cupped her titties again. He squeezed them hard as his deep and powerful thrusts continued to violate her cunt.
She sensed that she was loosing the battle and she tried again to weakly push him away. He wouldn't move and she gave it up.
"Please stop," she cried, but she was responding to him with the same violence that he had shown earlier. She didn't understand it, but she was beginning to like the things he did to her. She arched her back and pulled him inside her even more. Little gasps of pleasure started escaping her lips.
She could feel his sweat and she knew he was abusing her in a way that she should hate but she could feel nothing but the hot fires of passion that kept growing in her. She arched her back again so that his prick was rubbing against her clit at each deep thrust.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "Ummmmm, God!"
He began fucking her faster and faster. She responded with an equal rapid violence of her own, almost thrusting her hips up to meet his every stroke. She tightened her arms around his back and kept pushing her hips up, wanting to draw every inch of that delicious prick into her.
She exploded in the fires of her first orgasm. It was more wonderful than she could have ever imagined anything could be. She realized what was so exciting about sex.
A moment later Nick exploded into her and load after load of hot cum entered her cunt.
"That's fine," he said. "I knew you'd come around. I knew you'd get hot for me."
She lay there as her orgasm passed and she realized what she'd done. Fury and shame rushed over her body. She turned her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at Nick.
"I hate you," she said. "You bastard, I hate you!"
"Well you'd better get used to me," he laughed. "We're going to be here for awhile."
CHAPTER FIVE
At first Carol had no idea where she was when she awakened. She stared at the ceiling and blinked her eyes. It didn't look like her own. The walls were the wrong color. Then her blood froze as she heard the snoring next to her and she turned her head.
Nick!
He lay on his side completely naked. She looked down at herself. The black nightgown was in shreds. He had wasted no time the night before.
She was aching as she slipped from the bed. All she could think of was that she had to get away, she had to get to a phone somewhere and call for help. She remembered, with shivers, how she had responded to him last night. She couldn't ever allow that to happen again. She had to be the one in control.
She almost made the door before Nick stirred. "Where you going?" Nick asked. She stopped cold.
"I asked you where you were going," Nick said. "No place," she said.
Nick rolled over on his back and placed his hands behind his head. He stared at her in open lust. She felt shivers go down her spine.
"That's good," he said. "I wouldn't want you to be trying to get away from me."
"I wouldn't do that," she said. "Good," he said. "Then why don't you come on back here?"
She was tempted to run for it. She could make the door and be outside before he could possibly get out of bed. Then she realized that she really didn't have anywhere to run. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know if there was a phone nearby. He could follow her in the car and catch her before she got very far. She sighed and turned back to the bed.
Once again she lay down on the bed and Nick pressed his body to hers. She felt his limp cock press against her naked thigh and it made her shudder.
"What's the matter?" Nick asked. "Don't you like me anymore? You liked me well enough last night."
"You're an animal," she said.
"Of course I am," he admitted. "And so are you."
"I'm not," she protested.
"Then you could have fooled me. You sure fucked like an animal last night."
She tried to scratch him. He caught her wrist easily and bent her arm back. He moved so that his chest was pressed against one side of her.
"Kiss me," he said.
There was no way she could turn her head that she could avoid the hard lips that sought hers. He pressed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss that left her gasping for breath. His face was inches from hers.
"You're a hot piece," he whispered. "Always pretending you don't like it. But you're going to like it, baby. You're going to beg for my cock."
"Never!"
His lips were on hers again and he was pressing his tongue into her mouth. She relaxed her struggling for fear of being hurt. There was really very little she could do.
Nick put one hand on her tit and started kneading her flesh like dough. She tried to keep her mind off what he was doing but she felt her body respond. She just couldn't help it. He seemed to know how to use his hands and fingers to bring out the lust in her.
"That's the way I want your tit," he said. "All hard and sensitive. These big pink nipples are like a cock. When they get hard you know how a girl's feeling."
"You're a bastard!" she said.
He laughed. She felt his cock getting hard. It was slowly swelling against her leg. She tried to move her leg to get away from it but he only pressed his cock to her again.
"Feel that big prick," he whispered. "All the inches a girl could want. Admit it. Don't you like the thought of that big hard thing slamming into you? Going deep in your pussy and rubbing your clit? Don't you like that?"
"You bastard," she said weakly.
She probably could have still controlled herself if he hadn't tilted his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
His mouth was wet and hot and it sent tingles down her back. She no longer hated the touch of his hands or mouth. She still thought he was a bastard but her body was responding wildly to his touch.
She was no longer trying to escape from the touch of his prick on her leg.
"like this?" he asked. "Don't you like this?"
"Oh you bastard," she said.
"But don't you like it?" he insisted. "Admit it."
"Yes," she admitted. "I like it."
He opened his mouth and sucked in more of her hot flesh. Nick knew he was turning her on. He knew he could make girls hot quickly. He enjoyed their savage response to his kisses.
He let the tit escape his mouth and he put his wet lips back around her nipple. He started giving her tiny flicks with his tongue that brought a moan from her throat. He opened his mouth again and started kissing the luscious flesh all over her twin mounds.
More moans were torn from her throat. He knew she hated him and that made it all the more pleasurable. He was going to make her beg for it. It might not be this time, or the next, but he was going to make her beg before he was finished.
He moved his mouth to her other nipple and started giving this one hot, wet kisses and flicks with his tongue. He made sure that she could hear the loud sucking sounds he made with her nipple. He knew this turned a lot of girls on.
He had the sudden desire to kiss her pussy. He knew how she would respond to that. Most girls went out of their sweet minds.
"What are you doing?" Carol asked.
She felt his lips leaving her tits and his wet tongue leaving a trail down her soft stomach.
"Something you'll like," he said.
She knew he was right the moment his face pressed against the spot between her thighs. She felt his tongue rubbing the red walls of her cunt and she trembled.
. "No," she said weakly. "You shouldn't do that. That's too dirty. Don't do that!"
But she really didn't want him to stop. His tongue was already inside of her cunt and she couldn't stand it. A mounting excitement was making her body hot with desire. She pressed her thighs together on his head without realizing that she was doing it.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh!"
His tongue found her clit and it made her cry out loudly. He knew what he was doing. He sucked the clit between his lips and he began to softly chew on it.
It was un-like anything she had ever experienced. Spasm after spasm of pure delight rocked her body. She wanted to scream and beg. She wanted him to stop but she wanted him to continue. God, she didn't know what she wanted.
"Stop," she moaned. "Oh shit, stop! Oh don't stop. Oh my God, don't stop!"
He was taking her tender flesh into his mouth and she was beginning to flood his mouth with her hot juices. She was so hot, it was like she was on fire and it was consuming her from the pussy up. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive that they almost hurt.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
Nick had her exactly where he wanted her. He already had her hot enough to beg. He still could have continued to suck her pussy but his dick was hard and throbbing and he needed to plant it in her hungry cunt. He left her pussy and he started so pushing her legs up over her head. He knew she would allow him anything he wanted. She was too horny to resist him anymore.
"I'm so hot, Nick," Carol moaned.
She hardly realized that she was talking. It was like she was standing near the bed and watching two other people. She felt a little shame when he raised her legs above her head. It seemed such an awful position.
The shame passed as Nick put just the head of his cock inside her slit. He began to rub his cock up and down her slit until she was really juicy. She was ready for him. She wanted him to fuck her.
"Nick," she moaned.
"First you have to beg," he said. "First you have to beg for it."
"You bastard," she said weakly. "Put it in."
"Beg me," he insisted. "Beg me for what you want. Beg me for it and you'll get it."
"You bastard," she said again. "Oh please put it in. Oh please fuck me. Put your hard cock in me. I've got to have it. Please!"
It was the ultimate humiliation but she couldn't help it. She needed his cock. She needed his hard and throbbing member inside of her and she would do anything to get it.
She could sense that he was happy with his conquest. He placed his shoulders against the backs of her legs and she felt his hard cock sliding into her.
"Oh Jesus, that's nice," she groaned. "That's it, baby. Give it to me hard, you bastard!"
He was quick to respond. His hard cock started slamming into her harder and harder. She cried out loud. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She grabbed him on the back of his shoulders and pushed up her ass so that he would go deeper.
All her inhibitions were gone. It may have been horrible to allow him to fuck her, even worse to allow herself to respond to his violent assault on her cunt, but she didn't care. All she cared about was his throbbing cock pressing at the back of her cunt each time he went in.
"Jesus," she moaned. "That's so fine. Fuck me good, Nick! Please fuck me good!"
His cock came out and she protested. She didn't want him to come out. She had begged him. What more did he want? She had given him everything he asked.
"Don't leave me, Nick," she moaned. "Please put your cock back in. Pleaseeeee!"
"Turn over on your stomach," he demanded.
She turned on her stomach and he put his hands underneath her pussy. He lifted her so that her ass was high in the air.
"This is the way a whore gets it," he said. "Is that what you are? A whore?"
"Yes," she said. "I'm a whore! I'm a whore! I'm anything you want only please put that cock back in me! I'm dying for it!"
He pressed his cock back to her pussy and she practically jumped back to get his big cock into her.
It was what she wanted. She realized that all her years of teasing had only been to cover up for the deep hunger within herself. Now that hunger was coming to the surface, boiling over with need for a big cock.
Her entire body ached for him. She had never known such need, even those nights when she had played with herself had been nothing to compare with this.
"Stick it in me," she said, still moving her hips to draw his rod into her hot cavern. "Please put it in me. I'll be your whore! I'll be anything you want! Only please put it back in me!"
Nick smiled. He had won. He knew he had won. Her spirit had been broken and from now on the real training would begin. Just like the rest of his girls he would teach Carol to respond to his commands. He would fuck her, discard her, and then he would get Cindy, too. Maybe he would even get both of them together.
His thoughts excited him even more. He could already see both of those blonde heads bent over his cock. Maybe he would make them suck him off at a football game like he'd done Debbie. God, that would be nice. It would really make the Satans jealous!
He could stand playing with her no more. His cock was too hard and throbbing. He pushed it back into her and he was pleased to hear her sigh of relief. Damn, she was so hot, her pussy walls clung to his dick like a knife in a sheath.
"Ahhhh, you hot bitch," he moaned. "You sweet, hot, fucking whore! I like your pussy around my cock! It's where you belong! Me fucking you!"
"Yes," she cried. "It's where I belong. With your big cock in me. Oh fuck me. Give it to me good!"
He was going into her deep. Deeper than she had felt him so far. His cock was slamming into her bowels. She loved it. She loved every delicious stroke.
His hands came around to cup her tits and she rubbed them hard against his palms. Her body tingled. Even the sound of his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks turned her on. She wanted more of him. She wanted as much of his cock as she could take in her cunt. She wanted even his balls inside of her.
"Oh baby," Nick moaned. "Baby, this is wild!"
She was climbing the walls. She started moving her hips in wild abandon as her orgasm neared. It was going to be a good one. The best one ever.
"God," she moaned. "God, this is fine! So fine!
I'm coming! I'm coming! It's beautiful!"
Her body rocked as her climax swept over her. It was fantastic. It seemed like every inch of her skin was on fire. Finally it passed and a warm feeling came over her.
Nick had to try one last thing to see if her spirit was really beaten down enough. He pulled his cock out of her cunt with a loud plop.
"On your back again," he said.
Carol turned over on her back. She wondered what he wanted. She had thought he would come but she knew he hadn't. He got on top of her again and moved up so that his hard prick was in her face.
"Take me in your hand," he said.
She laced her fingers around his cock and he showed her how to move her hand.
"I'm going to come in your face," he said.
She nodded. She didn't move her head as she jerked him off. He didn't last for long. She caught the first spurt of his cum on her cheek but other spurts went into her hair, her eyes and touched her mouth. She didn't stop jerking him off until he went limp.
Nick smiled as the last of his jism struck her face. Now he knew it was time for the real training to begin. He was her master and now he would teach her to play slave!
CHAPTER SIX
Carol had never thought of herself as a willing subject but that was what she was. She didn't realize that she had been in training for such a relationship since she'd been a very young girl. It was partly her attitude. She had always been in such command of everything, everyone always knew that Carol would know what to do.
She had played mother to Cindy, helping Cindy with all her problems and generally taking charge. She had never shown a moment of weakness since she was five years old.
But Carol had secretly longed for a man who would take command of her and her future, for a man who she could turn to with her problems. She didn't understand that Nick was only using her as he had used many girls before her.
Nick was satisfied with her. She was a very receptive subject. He found that out immediately after they had fucked. He expected hex to be angry again. Instead she washed her face and came back to the bed.
She snuggled up beside him and put her soft cheek on his shoulder. He was surprised. Usually it took a few times like that before the girls would fall completely for him. He looked at her pretty blonde face. She was going to be easier than he imagined.
"Do you cook?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Then how about breakfast? We usually keep the place well-stocked."
"What would you like?" she asked him. "Eggs, bacon," he shrugged. She nodded and got up.
"Put on that pretty cheerleading outfit," he commanded. "I like to see you walk around in that. But don't put on any panties."
She nodded again. Carol went into the bathroom and dressed. She picked her panties up. She wondered why she felt so good at obeying his commands. Only a little while before she had hated him. What had changed her?
She didn't know but she didn't put on her panties. She stuffed them into her pocket and went into the kitchen. She didn't like to cook. She would never cook at home. Yet she found she wanted to cook for Nick.
She tried to get control of herself. What the hell was the matter with her? She had been treated like a whore. No, she had been treated worse than a whore. Then why was she jumping to do what he asked?
"I ought to poison him," she whispered aloud.
Instead she did the very best she knew how.
She ate with him. She sat across from the table and watched him finish off the last of the bacon. He wiped his lips.
"You're a fair cook," he said.
"Thank you," she said.
"Do a cheer for me," he said.
"What?"
She didn't understand what he wanted. She waited for him to explain. She told herself that she was through doing what he wanted, but when he had finished explaining she got up from her chair.
"Which one do you want?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "I just want you to do a cheer for me."
"This one's for you," she said.
She performed her favorite cheer and she didn't even feel stupid doing it in the kitchen. He watched and she saw the lust appear in his eyes as she turned her back and slipped her skirt up over her bare buttocks. She waited for him to tell her what he wanted.
"Come here," he said.
She went close to him and he put his hand under her skirt. She felt his hand rubbing her pussy lips. She remained still as he pushed one finger up into her cunt. Damn, Nick thought. Debbie had been the best up to now but Carol was driving him crazy. He could sense that she wasn't kidding. She was really willing to do anything he asked.
He took his finger out of her cunt and pressed it to her lips. She opened her lips and allowed him to push his finger in.
"You turn me on," he said.
She nodded.
"I want you to suck my cock," he said. "Right here in the kitchen. I want to feel your hot lips around my rod while I'm shooting in your mouth. Do you want to taste my cum? I'll give you a load." . v
She really didn't, but she knew she couldn't refuse. She kept asking herself what the problem was with her but she didn't have an answer. All she knew was that she was ready to suck him if that was what he wanted.
He took his finger from her mouth and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Now I want you to do a good job," he said. "I've already come once this morning so I should be able to last for a while. Suck it up good, whore!"
He saw the hurt in her eyes and he was satisfied. She was beginning to look like the others, especially like Debbie who had loved him. He had brought Debbie to this very cabin and he had fucked her blind. It would take her a long time to forget what had been done to her.
He pressed down on Carol's shoulder and she went to her knees. He had not dressed and she laced her fingers around his cock.
Carol had a feeling she wouldn't like sucking cock but she was wrong. As soon as her lips touched the head of his limp cock a warm feeling went through her. Perhaps it was the feeling of being completely at his will, completely in Nick's power.
Perhaps that was the thing that had always scared her about Nick. Knowing that he could do her this way, or any way he chose.
"That's it, sweet lips," Nick said. "Suck on my cock!"
She opened her lips and stuffed his entire cock into her mouth. She tasted the jism from his earlier orgasm and she tasted her own juices. She didn't care. She wanted only to make him happy.
She felt the first stir of life in his cock and she began to suck harder. That warm feeling went through her again. She closed her legs tightly together and felt the hot rush of her pussy juice.
She couldn't believe it. She was actually getting turned on sucking his cock. Her pussy was getting hot. She could feel her nipples getting sensitive.
"Ummmm, baby," Nick moaned. "I'd almost think you'd done this before if I didn't know better. I love it. You have such a sweet, hot mouth!"
His compliments made her feel even hotter. It was strange because she'd gotten many compliments from boys. Boys who had promised her anything just to get into her panties. She had never fallen for any of their compliments, but here she was getting hot at the sound of Nick's voice.
She wondered what Cindy would say if Cindy saw her now. Her sweet sister who would never allow any man to touch her was giving blow-jobs. Perhaps Cindy would think it funny, but Carol knew none of the other girls at school would-the girls she had been snobbish around, the jokes she had often told about other girls actually touching boy's cocks, the many times she had told other girls how ugly she thought Nick was.
All of those things would make the girls laugh at Carol.
Nick's cock was getting hard. His rubbery skin had stretched to the limit and now his blood-filled cock-head was probing the back of her throat. She couldn't seem to find a rhythm that would enable her to breathe.
She had to release his huge shaft.
"I know," Nick said, looking down at her face. "I know it gets hard. You'll get used to it. Right now just lick up and down the side of my cock."
She nodded. She put her tongue to the tiny salty hole at the head of his cock. She licked the lubricating fluid away. Then she ran her tongue down the entire salty length of him. She enjoyed it. She kept kissing and nibbling his flesh until he pressed at her head.
"Down a little," he moaned. "Kiss my balls."
She allowed her head to be pushed down farther and she kissed his balls. She took one of his sacs into her mouth and teased it with' her tongue. She was glad to hear Nick's deep groans.
She wanted to be good at it. She wanted it to be the best blow he'd ever had. Her pussy was getting hotter and. hotter. She pressed her thighs tightly together again but that was offering her no relief. Evidently Nick saw her passion.
"Put your finger in yourself while you're sucking me," he said. "Make yourself come off with your finger."
Nick was really getting happy with Carol. He had never known a girl to be as hot as she was. Even Debbie, who had been the best, didn't like to suck his cock. She did it, but she didn't like it. She certainly didn't get hot from it.
Carol was hot but she was slow about putting her finger inside herself.
"Go ahead," Nick commanded. "Put your finger in your cunt. I want to see you jerking yourself off while you suck my cock."
Carol opened her legs and got into a position where she put her finger inside herself. It felt good. Her searching finger found her clit and she started massaging it.
Spasms of delight went through her. This was exciting. She quickly put her head back to Nick's cock-head. This time she got the rhythm. She pulled his shaft deep in her throat, but not deep enough. She relaxed and then pulled his shaft in even farther.
Nick was going crazy. He had read about girls who could do this but he had never dreamed of meeting one. But Carol was actually taking all of his thick shaft into her throat. She was tight. Goddamn, she was tight! And she was taking his thick cock in all the way to his balls.
"That's the way, baby," he moaned. "Oh suck me! Suck my hard cock!"
He put his hands to her head. He grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair and pulled her down as far as his balls again. She didn't resist. Carol was feeling good. She was matching the rhythm of her sucks with the massaging of her tiny clit. Her tits were hard and swollen, her nipples poking obviously against her blouse. She had worn no bra.
"Oh Jesus, this is fantastic," Nick cried. "This is fucking fantastic!"
She was no longer sucking him. Now he was fucking her mouth. Violently he crammed his hot prick deep in her throat and then took it out again. He rubbed his prick head against her lips so that she tasted the white cum.
"I haven't got long, baby," he groaned. "I haven't got long. Then I'm going to shoot my whole load in your mouth! You're going to swallow my cum!"
"Yes;" she moaned. "I'm going to swallow your cum! I want your cum! I want to taste it. I want to swallow it!"
"Oh Jesus," he moaned. "Oh fucking Jesus!"
He pushed his cock back into her mouth. Her tongue flicked at his balls as his cock went all the way into her throat. He could feel the muscles of her throat working on the head of his cock.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled. "This is great!"
The first spurt of his hot cum emptied into her mouth. She swallowed quickly as spurt after spurt entered her open mouth. He was like an eruption as he groaned and his hips thrashed wildly. She thought she was going to choke if she didn't swallow the thick gobs.
"Jesusssss!" he cried. "Jesusssss!"
He finished. His prick slowly went limp in her mouth. He took his prick out and wiped it in her hair. Then he picked her up and bent her double over the table. He slipped her skirt up and he pressed two fingers into her cunt.
"Feel these, baby?" he asked.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes."
He started driving the two fingers in like his cock. On each stroke he rubbed against her clit. She thrashed wildly as her orgasm grew.
"Come," he said. "Come against my hot fingers. I want to see you come."
She was afraid she was going to break the table as she writhed wildly.
"It's good," she moaned. "It's soooo good."
It wouldn't have mattered if her parents had walked in right then she couldn't have stopped. She could taste his cum and it was exciting her. She could feel her swollen tits rubbing against the table and that excited her.
She was ready to come!
"Jesussss," she cried. "Oh that's so good. So good!"
He kept driving his fingers in and out of her cunt until her body quit trembling. She couldn't stand it. It was fantastic but it seemed to be getting better each time. Her whole body ached.
She touched the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth and she still tasted his cum. His cum must have been coated to her entire mouth. She would taste it for life.
"Oh God," she said softly.
"Was it good?" he asked.
He released her and she sank back into a chair. Her pussy still tingled from the violent assault of his fingers. She closed her thighs together.
"Yes," she said. "It was wonderful!"
"Let's take a shower," he said.
She went with him to the bath and they showered together. He fucked her again under the hard spray of the shower and again it was better than before.
He made her dry him off and she was very careful with his cock. He complained of soreness and said that it was her fault.
She was fucking him to death!
She giggled because she really didn't think it possible to fuck anyone to death. He said he'd show her and he led her back to the bed. He was hard by the time he got her to bed and it began again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Do you love me?" Nick asked her.
Carol snuggled in the warmth of his arms.
"Yes," she said. "I love you."
"And you'll do anything I say?"
"Yes," she said. "Haven't I done anything you say? Anything at all?"
"Almost," he said. "But I don't know for sure. I don't really know that you'll do anything I say."
Carol sat up in bed. She wondered what he was talking about. They had been in the cabin for two days and she had given up all thought of escape. She really didn't love him and she knew he knew that. But she loved his cock and the way he treated her. She loved being his whore!
"You know better than that," Carol said. "You know that I'll do anything you ask."
"I'm going to make you prove that," he said.
"How?"
"You'll see," he said. "But I'm going to make you prove it."
Nick had been thinking about his next step for a while. Usually this would be the time he would take the girls home and they would make a permanent fixture on his arm for as long as he wanted.
But Carol was different. Carol was a fabulous lay and she did seem willing to do anything he said. There was a possibility that he could prove himself master of the Satans forever and remove any doubt from anyone's mind. All he had to do was get Carol to go along with it.
Of course his Satans always ended up fucking the girls he was with, but it was never this early and it was never really because the girls wanted to. Twice it had been close to rape and Tommy told him Debbie had come very close to it.
If only he could make Carol agree, of her own will, that she would take on the Satans. Not just two or three, but all nine of them. If he could only get Carol to do that.
Carol watched his face. She knew he was going to ask her something really wild. She wondered if she would be able to refuse him. It was becoming very hard to refuse him anything. She hadn't yet, but she hoped she had the courage to refuse him any awful thing.
"What do you want me to do?" Carol asked.
Nick decided he might as well try it. Carol had been the most receptive of his girls, and perhaps she would be willing to do it.
"I have nine friends," Nick said. "I want you to make them happy."
"Make them happy?" At first Carol didn't understand because the thought was so foreign to her. She had never even thought of doing it with anyone but Nick. In fact, she had fashioned love in her mind. Nick and she would get married. There would be questions at first but people would finally understand that it was love. They would get a little house and have plenty of children and she would dedicate her life to making Nick happy. That was how her dream went but Nick popped it with his idea.
Make nine friends happy. How could she make nine friends happy? Then she understood and her face went a pale white and she started trembling.
"Oh my God, no!" she said. "You can't be asking me to do anything like this!"
"But I am," he said. "I'm not going to force you, you know. It's your decision. I wanted you to do it for me."
"Well I won't," she said firmly.
"Okay," Nick shrugged.
Nick was unhappy but he hadn't really expected her to go along with the idea. She had been receptive but not that receptive. He looked at her white face and he knew that he had lost her. She was shocked by his idea. Too shocked. Perhaps she was realizing what she had been doing for the past few days.
"I want you to take me home," Carol said.
Carol was beginning to come to her senses. She realized that if Nick hadn't asked her to do this she would have probably ended up like a lot of other girls on Nick's string. He would have used her and dropped her like he'd done so many others.
In a way, Carol was thankful that he had asked her to do that thing. It had brought her back to her senses. She wouldn't have wanted to spend the rest of her life with Nick. She really did hate him.
"I want you to take me home," Carol said again.
"Okay," Nick said. "But it was fun while it lasted."
"Yes," Carol admitted. "It was. But now it's over."
Nick didn't argue. He knew when it was done. He could fuck her again but it would do no good. Carol had drawn on an inner strength that he couldn't command. She was Carol Baker again, the snobbish girl who practically ran the school. She was no longer his slave.
"I'm going to get cleaned up," Carol said. "Then I'll be ready to go."
Nick nodded as Carol went into the shower and turned the hot water on. Nick was only partly right. Carol would never again be his slave, but she would never be the same girl either.
She had been taken by a man who had used her and she had enjoyed it. She would never again tease anyone. She knew that she would be easy pickings for almost anything that wore pants and she knew she would like herself better that way.
She stepped under the steaming hot shower. She thought about the new Carol as she washed herself clean. The new Carol would never again tease boys. The new Carol would never again act snobbish toward any other girls. Perhaps she could even help some of Nick's victims, those other girls who had been brought to this cabin.
She could be friends with them. Probably they would need a good friend after the way they had been treated.
Carol finished her shower and turned the water off. She got out and dried herself off. She wished she had something else to put on besides the stupid-looking cheerleading outfit but it wouldn't look good coming home in any other clothes.
The way things were, she was going to have a hard time explaining things to her parents.
She had already decided to tell them that she had been picked up by some boys for a prank, and then left out beyond town. She had been tied to a tree for a day but she had broken loose and came back. It was a good story. She was sure her parents would believe it.
She dressed hurriedly and went outside. Nick was dressed and he was running a comb through his thick black hair.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I'm ready," he said. "Come on."
They went out to the car in silence. Carol took one last look at the cabin. She was thankful to be leaving but she was also thankful for the things she'd learned in that cabin. Now she would be a better sort of girl. Rape wasn't so bad.
"I'm sorry," Nick said.
Carol turned to look at him.
She wondered what he was sorry for and then she realized that he was sorry that he had asked her to go with the nine boys who were his friends. She knew he thought he had lost something but the truth had been that Carol had already been getting tired of him. She was ready for a new boy, or at least that's what she kept telling herself.
"You ruined it," she said. "You probably could have kept me on a string for a while but you ruined it."
"I know," he grinned. "I'm a dumb bastard."
"Yes," she said. "You are." She touched his cheek softly. "You're not really such a bad boy for such a bastard," she said.
* * *
Carol saw them first. She saw the car coming very fast up the dirt road in a swirl of smoke. She heard a boy give a loud rebel yell. Then more cars were coming. She looked suspiciously at Nick.
"You called them," she accused.
"No," he said. "How could I? There's no phone out here. I couldn't have."
"Well send them away," she said.
She knew they were the Satans. She saw the bright red jackets as they piled out of the cars. It was the entire gang. Tommy led them toward Nick and Carol.
"Hi, Nick," Tommy said. "We thought we'd come up and join you."
"You're not welcome," Nick said. "Get your ass off this property. When I want you I call."
Tommy looked down and shuffled his feet. He acted nervous. Carol looked around at the faces of the boys. She recognized the names of some of them. Bobby Cooper. Dale Coffer. Tommy, of course. Ben Wade. Others she recognized vaguely.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Nick asked.
"We heard yon," Ben Wade said. "But it ain't that way anymore."
"What way?" Nick asked.
"The way you want," Ben said. "We took a vote."
"A vote?" Nick asked. "What the hell are you talking about?" Tommy raised his head.
"Just what Ben said," Tommy explained. "We took a new vote. You ain't the leader no more. I am."
"You?" Nick asked incredulously. "You're the leader? I think I'm going to be sick."
"I'm the leader," Tommy's voice got hard. "And we also decided that you shouldn't be up here having all the fun. We decided we'd have some too."
Nick understood and his blood got cold. The thought of having Carol had been too much for his loyal band. They had waited for her too long, and they had wanted her as badly as Nick.
They couldn't stay down in town when they knew what was going on in the remote cabin.
"We want some too," Ben said.
"Run," Nick shouted to Carol, giving her shoulder a push. He had asked her to fuck his nine friends but now he knew he would have never gone through with it. Something had also happened to him in the cabin. He couldn't understand it but he didn't want Carol at the mercy of his friends.
"Stop her," Ben shouted.
Carol ran. Faster than she had ever run. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Nick had thrown himself into Tommy and Ben. Nick was a wildcat. He threw a punch that brought blood to Tommy's nose. He kicked Ben in the balls. There was a grunt of pain as Tommy kicked him in the knee.
Carol didn't look to see anymore. She kept running. She made the woods and she hoped that the trees would hide her well enough. If only Nick gave her enough time. But there had been too many of them for she heard someone coming into the woods after her.
"There she is," a boy shouted.
She recognized the voice. James somebody. She couldn't remember the last name but she remembered the soft blond hair and gentle blue eyes of the boy who was one of the smallest of the Satans.
He might show her pity.
She heard him coming closer and she changed her path. It was a mistake. He cut her off in a few minutes and his hand went around her waist.
She fought him. She kicked and bit, but for such a gentle-looking boy he was surprisingly strong. He forced her to the ground and he straddled her. He held her arms down. She tried to bite his knee, but he moved it out of the way.
"Stop fighting," he commanded. "Stop, or I'll hurt you!"
She spat at him and he ducked. Her spittle struck him on the cheek. It made him mad. He lifted one hand and slapped her face.
When he lifted his arm, it freed hers. She slapped him hard across the cheek and then dug her sharp fingernails into his face. He screamed in rage and both his hands covered his face.
She brought a knee up and kicked him as hard as she could. She wasn't able to strike a tender spot but she was able to get him off her. She was almost free. She started to run again but he grabbed her foot. He shouldn't have. She was frightened and hurt and she slammed out at him with her other foot. He screamed again as her shoe struck him in the face. He released her foot.
But he had given the others time to catch up. Tommy was the first one there and he grabbed her arm. She tried to jerk away.
"Stop fighting," he said. "We're going to fuck you, so just give it up."
He was too strong. She tried to kick and he. pushed her off balance. She went down hard on her butt and then James was there again. He was bleeding badly from his face where her fingernails had torn a gash. He was also bleeding under his eye where her shoe had struck him.
"Bitch!" he screamed.
He kicked her in the side before Tommy could get to him. There was nothing gentle about James now. He was killing mad. Tommy wrapped a strong arm around his neck and pulled him off her.
"Stop it, goddamn it," Tommy said. "I know you hurt but we can't afford to mark her up."
"I'll kill her," James screamed. "I'll kill that stupid bitch!"
Carol realized she could run again but she was only up to her knees before she was completely surrounded by Satans. There was no place she could go. James seemed to quiet down when he saw that Tommy wasn't going to allow him to get near her.
"Bitch," he said.
Carol looked around at the faces that surrounded her. There was no mercy there. None of them had even a little kindness in their eyes. They were all ready to fuck and nothing was going to stop them from having their lustful way.
"Please," Carol begged them. "Please don't hurt me. Please let me go. Please."
"Hear that," James said softly. "Hear the bitch beg. Hear her beg for mercy. Well this is the only mercy you'll get from us!"
James unzipped his trousers and let his limp cock hang out. She tried to turn her head away in disgust but James caught a handful of her hair and turned her head back to him. She shut her eyes tightly.
"Open your eyes, bitch," James said. "Open your eyes and look at what mercy you're going to get."
He kept pulling at her hair until she opened her eyes. She had no choice. The strength of his hand caused her almost to black out from the pain. His limp cock dangled inches from her eyes.
"I'm going to show you mercy," he said. "I'm going to cram my prick right in your twat. That's mercy."
"That's enough," Tommy said. "Let's take her back to the house."
Tommy released her. She moved her head from side to side without taking her eyes off James. She was frightened of him. She was sorry that she'd hurt him. He might have been the only one she could have expected mercy from.
"Get up," James said.
James stuffed his prick back into his trousers and helped her roughly to her feet. He pushed her along as they walked back up to the house. She saw Nick first and she felt a little sick. He was leaning against his car being sick. They had worked him over pretty good. Blood was streaming from the cuts on his face.
"Oh Nick!" she gasped.
"See that," James said. "That's the way you'll look if you fight anymore."
She had no doubt that what he said was true. All the boys were hot for her body and they wouldn't take no for an answer. Any more resistance on her part would be futile and would probably get her hurt worse than Nick.
James pushed her into the cabin.
"The bedroom," James rasped. "You know where it is."
The boys laughed. She knew they were aware of what had been going on at the cabin. Nick probably brought all of his girls up here and talked about it afterwards. They would know that she had already been fucked. Perhaps they had chosen their time to arrive carefully so as to make sure that Nick had already finished with her.
She entered the bedroom and she felt James' hand go up under her skirt to caress her full buttocks. She was disgusted but she was afraid to move away from him. He fondled her openly and the other boys crowded into the bedroom to watch.
"Nice ass," James said. "I like a gal with a big ass. I hope you can move it. Did Nick teach you how to move your ass good?"
She didn't answer.
James struck her hard in the small of her back. A spasm of pain shot through her body. She went down to her knees. She looked for Tommy to step in to stop it but Tommy made no motion to help. James grabbed her hair and tilted her head backwards.
"Answer me, bitch," he commanded.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, he taught me," Carol said. Then she had to finish because she knew what he wanted. "Yes, he taught me to move my ass good."
James released her head but then his hand shot down the front of her blouse to cup her breast. She had worn a bra but that didn't stop him. He slid his hand into the tight confines of her bra.
"She's got a pair of them," he said. "A real pair of tits."
"Let me feel," Tommy said.
He pushed James away and Tommy's hand went down the front of her blouse. Tommy had a pudgy hand that made her flesh crawl. Still she didn't move as he fondled her tit.
"God," he said. "I knew they had to be real the way they bounced around. Feel them sweet tits."
He jerked his hand out and grabbed her blouse at the top. He ripped it down. She had no time to think as his hands went behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She lifted her arms as he pulled it off her.
"Jesus Christ," Dale gasped.
"Shit," Tommy said. "Would you look at them titties? I bet they're the biggest we've seen yet."
"Yeah," James agreed. "I'd like to get her and her sister together. Wouldn't you like to have both them blonde heads going at your prick?"
"Hell yes," Tommy said. "I get hard just thinking about it."
Tommy was hard. She watched him open his trousers and jerk down his shorts. His big dick flopped out. He was not hard but it was stiffening.
"Look what you do to me, baby," he said. "Wrap your fingers around it."
She didn't want to be hurt anymore and she was quick to do as he asked. She laced her fingers around his hot cock and she felt him start to grow in her hand. He put his big hand over hers and directed her movements.
"That's it," he said. "Make me big and hard so that I can fuck you good!"
She established a rhythm that made his cock grow to hardness. He pushed her hand away and bent over her. She thought he wanted her to take him in her mouth but he didn't. He put his cock in the valley between her titties.
"Hold your tits together," he said. "I'm going to fuck you this way."
She was on her back and he straddled her. She pushed her twin peaks together as he started sliding his cock in and out of the pocket created by holding her mounds together.
"Shit," he said. "This feels good. I always wanted to try it this way!"
He was hurting her as he fucked her so violently between her tits. She said nothing. She only tried to hold them together tighter so that it wouldn't take him as long.
"Shit!" he cried. "Use your tongue. Every time I get close use your tongue!"
She understood immediately. She tilted her head down and every time his cock appeared between her snowy titties she touched him with her tongue. She knew he was going to come that way but she thought that she could stand it. Nick had come into her face and she had been able to take that.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "Ahhhhshitttt!"
He came in a white flood of jism that struck her cheeks and eyes. Cum ran down her face and in the space between her tits. It was sticky, hot and uncomfortable but she knew she wasn't going to get time to wash it off.
"Jesus," James said. "I'm hot. I've got to have some."
James was pushing Tommy out of the way almost before he was done. James lifted her to her feet and pushed her toward the bed.
"Get the rest off," he said. "I want to get my prick in your hot box. Get ready for a real fucking, bitch."
She unzipped her skirt and slid it down, aware that the boys were also undressing. Their eyes never left her as she peeled her panties down her legs. She had a sudden feeling of shyness but she fought it. It would be stupid to try to cover herself up when they were all going to fuck her in the next few minutes.
"On the bed," James said.
She was pushed head first onto the bed. James gave her time to get adjusted and then he came down on top of her. She felt his hard prick at the entrance to her cunt. She was frightened and she was dry. She knew it would hurt.
"Please don't," she said.
"Shut the fuck up," he said.
He pushed her legs farther apart and placed his bloated knob against her pussy lips. He swiveled his hips as he forced the head into her tight, dry cunt. He pushed and groaned as his long shaft slowly disappeared into her cunt.
"How is she?" Tommy asked.
"Tight as a mother-fucker," James said. "Tight and hot. I thought Nick had her loosened up."
"Maybe she's one of the gooder ones," Ben said.
His language seemed to strike the rest of the boys as humorous. They were laughing loudly as they gathered around the bed. Carol couldn't help but stare at the assorted sizes of the boys' cocks. Some of the cocks were erect, others only partly erect, but all of the boys looked as if they were ready to jump her.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please, shit," James groaned.
He pushed again and his hard shaft tore into her dry cunt. He was completely inside and he groaned loudly. Sweat was dripping off his body. He had her tits mashed completely flat with his hard chest.
"The bitch is tight," he moaned. "She's fucking tight. Sweet fucking pussy!"
"Oh don't," she moaned, but he was starting to drive his hard cock into her rapidly. She felt his excitement in the way his dick pressed her cunt walls. She closed her eyes. At least he would be done quickly. And then the others. She shuddered. It was going to kill her to take on all of them.
"Gawddddd!" James cried.
She felt his prick tremble and then she felt his wet, hot cum filling her up. She moved against his cock until he quit spurting.
"Sweet," he moaned. "Dear God, it's sweet!"
"Give someone else a chance," Ben said. "like me."
"Oh please," Carol begged them. "No more. Please, no more!"
"I told you to shut the fuck up," James said.
James was taking his now limp cock out but there was another hard cock to take his place. She was hurt as Ben slammed his big rod into her.
"Hey, Ben," James said. "She's feeling that. She's feeling your cock."
"Shit, yeah!" Ben said. "I'm going to make a woman out of her."
She wanted to fight the feelings that were growing in her but she couldn't. Ben had a good cock and he knew how to use it. His hands went underneath her bottom and she felt his thumb playing around her asshole.
"Stop that," she begged, but he was already causing her pussy to grow juicy.
"Now she's getting it," Ben moaned. "Now she's acting like she-likes to fuck."
He was right about that. Carol gave herself totally to him. She kept telling herself that she was a whore, the cheapest kind of whore who loved a cock like Ben's big one. But she couldn't help herself. Spasms of delight went through her body making her tremble. She raised her hips, trying to draw his hard cock deeper into her cunt.
"Oh fuck me!" she begged him. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum. Fill my cunt. Ah fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
She was going out of her mind. She lifted her ass off the bed and practically threw herself onto his thick cock. He let out a yell of surprise.
"Hell, she's going crazy," Ben said. "She's going fuck crazy. Ann God, she's killing me!"
Carol wanted more and more of that thick beautiful cock up her cunt. More of that thick rod tearing her to pieces. She wanted him to come. She wanted to make his thick cum fill her hungry pussy.
"Come on," she begged him. "Come into me.
Fill me with your sweet cum! Fill me!"
Ben was not to be hurried. He knew what to do with his cock and he continued to fuck her with a slow, steady rhythm.
"Hurry up, goddamn it," one boy said. "Hurry up, I'm feeling horny."
She gave him another twist of her hips and this time she did hurry him. He was slamming it hard into her and she was seeing stars.
"Oh dear Jesusssss!" she moaned, as spasm after spasm of pure delight rocked her body. "Shit. I can feel you coming. I can feel your hot prick growing and I can feel it pouring into me! Oh God, give me all of it. Give me every drop!"
Dale wasn't waiting any longer. He didn't push Ben out of the way as the last of Ben's juice drained into her. Instead he grabbed her by the hair.
"Come on baby," he said. "You like cum. I can see that. Well, you like it so much, how about sucking it out of that? It's a big one. All the girls tell me!"
"Please, no," she begged him, but he was pressing his prick against her mouth. She closed her eyes and lifted her head and took the long shaft between her lips.
"That's it, sweet pussy," he said. "That's the way. Take that hot sausage in your mouth."
"Turn the bitch on her side," someone was saying. "Turn her over so two of us can get at her."
She didn't know what they wanted but she felt the hands tugging at her and she allowed them to turn her body. She felt her legs being pushed up and she realized someone else was getting ready to put his cock into her cunt.
"No," she said. "Please, not two of you!"
His prick had escaped from her mouth and Dale pushed it back at her again. She shuddered as a long, thick cock slammed into her cunt. She couldn't even see who was fucking her. Somehow that made it even worse.
He was behind her and he was allowing his cock to go halfway into her cunt before he jerked it out again. He was in very deep. She almost bit Dale's cock when he finally allowed his cock to sink into her cunt.
There was no way for her to move. She was impaled by the two cocks that were slamming into her. Dale had grabbed her head and now he was fucking her mouth. But it wasn't so awful. The awful part was that her cunt was hot and she was enjoying it.
"You're just a whore," she told herself. "A filthy, hot whore who loves cock. You love to suck them and to fuck them. You love to feel the hot cum in your pussy and to feel it in your mouth. You love to taste it. You even love to have it running in rivers down your face. You're just a hot whore!"
Her own thoughts shocked and shamed her but even more shameful was the way her body was responding. She was throwing herself back at the cock that slammed into her from the rear. She was sucking on Dale's cock like it was a peppermint stick. She heard him grown as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
"Ahhhhh God," he said. "She's got a deep throat. A deep, hot throat. Ahhhh God, I love to fuck her in the mouth. I want to send my seed down her throat. I want her to swallow my cum. Ahhhh Jesus!"
He spurted quickly in a thick gob of jism that filled her mouth. The boy in the rear was getting close too. So was she. She could feel her pussy growing hotter and hotter as she humped against the invading cock.
She was no longer listening to voices or watching faces. The only thing she cared about was cock.
"OH GOD!" the boy behind her screamed.
She pressed herself against him as her own orgasm rocked her body. Thrills of delight went through her as she trembled against his prick. She felt his hot cum enter her and she kept moving against him, draining him dry.
"God," someone said. "I've got to have some of that!"
Somehow she had thought they would stop but then she remembered that there were nine of them. She prepared herself for it but nothing could help to get ready for what was about to happen.
She felt a boy at her ass and another pulling at her tits. The boy in front went into her cunt but the boy in her rear was picking another hole.
"Dear God," she moaned. "Not there. Please, not there!"
But it was too late. The boy's prick was forcing the entrance to her anus. His hard prick went past the entrance and into her ass. He felt as if he was in her bowels.
"Hot damn," someone said. "He's in her ass."
"Think I'll try that," someone else said.
She wanted to protest, but someone was grabbing her head and twisting it to an unnatural angle. Then someone's cock was sliding easily into her mouth. She was in pain but there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
She didn't like to think about what happened after that. They used her brutally and ruthlessly time after time. One boy would leave her ass and cunt and another would take his place. She didn't know how many times they came at her. She knew it was more than nine.
She seemed to recognize the voice but it was far away. She opened her eyes and she saw James leaning over her.
"No," she pleaded. "Not again."
But James was not coming after her. He seemed to be ill. His face was white and he was puking. Then she saw another familiar face and a soft hand was on her face.
"Carol," a voice said. "Carol, do you hear me? It's Cindy. It's me, Cindy."
"Cindy," Carol said softly. "Cindy."
She wished .she could remember who Cindy was. All of this was like a dream. She drifted off to sleep. The last thing she heard was Cindy's soft sobbing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hi, Sis," Cindy said. "How do you feel?"
Carol opened her eyes to find herself in her own room. She felt bruised and tired. She closed her eyes again to try and shut out the painful memories.
"Hey," Cindy said. "None of that now. You're all right now."
"Am I?" Carol asked.
She opened her eyes again. Cindy was dressed for going out. She wore an evening gown that was cut low in front. She had a new hairdo. Carol reflected that they didn't look so much like twins anymore. In fact, Cindy looked the more adult of the two.
"Sure you are," Cindy said. "You're fine. You've slept for twenty hours so you should be feeling better."
"Twenty hours?" Carol asked. "I've been sleeping for twenty hours? How could that be?"
"You've been sleeping ever since we brought you back home," Cindy explained.
"Back home?"
Carol shivered as she remembered the cabin, as she remembered all the boys touching her, as she felt again the cocks brutally using her.
"What happened?" Carol asked. "I don't remember very much."
"It was Nick," Cindy said. "He came back for help. I don't think his friends ever expected he would do that. But he came and got us and we went after you. Don't you worry. Brad and the football players made the Satans pay a heavy price. Some of them are in the hospital."
Carol shivered again and Cindy thought it was the bad memories. It wasn't. How could Carol explain to her sister that she had enjoyed what had happened to her. That the pain had left her quickly and the boys had caused hot passions to grow in her. How could she explain that to Cindy?
"But our parents?" Carol asked. "What did they say?"
"We didn't tell them anything," Cindy said. "Of course, Mother knew what had happened at one glance but she didn't tell Father. He just thinks that you were having a good time somewhere. Nobody except us will ever know the truth."
"Brad will know," Carol whispered. "And the football players. How can I ever face any of them again?"
"You can," Cindy said. "You're strong. Much stronger than me. You can do anything you want." Cindy patted her sister on the shoulder.
"I've got to go now," Cindy said. "I've got a big date."
"With Brad?" Carol asked. Cindy looked down at the floor. "Yes," Cindy answered. "I like Brad. I really do. He's a nice boy."
"Yes," Carol said. "I know."
* * *
It took Carol a while before she was able to face her friends again. But Cindy was right. Carol was strong. She was a lot stronger than she realized. In a few weeks she was ready to take over her cheerleading duties again.
They had a good game that Friday night. Their team rolled over the other team with a big score. Carol felt good cheering again. At least until she met Nick.
He was standing in the shadows of the bleachers and Carol felt shame redden her as she looked at him. She also felt something else. A tickle between her thighs. She realized that if Nick wanted her all he had to do was ask. In fact, if any boy wanted her all he had to do was ask.
"Hello, Carol," he said.
"Nick . . . " she said.
Cindy was right behind her.
"What do you want?" Cindy asked angrily. "You know, the boys haven't forgotten that it was you who took Carol to that place."
"I only wanted to talk," Nick said.
"Well get the fuck out of here," Cindy said. "Carol doesn't want to talk to you."
Carol had never heard her sister talk like that before. She gave Cindy a shocked look as she realized that Cindy had also done quite a bit of growing up in the past few weeks. She was thankful for Cindy. She didn't really want anything to do with Nick even if his physical closeness was enough to make her feel weak.
"I want to talk to Carol," Nick said. "Not you."
"And I said get the fuck out of here," Cindy said. "Or I'll call Brad."
Nick was beaten. He took another look at Carol and turned and walked back to where his car was parked. Carol breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey," Cindy said, "don't look so worried. You don't have to be bothered by that creep anymore."
"You don't understand," Carol said.
"Sure I do. You don't want him around and I can't blame you. He's a creep. Well don't worry.
It'll be a cold day in hell before he drags you off anywhere again!"
"You don't understand," Carol repeated. "He wouldn't have to drag me."
A dumbfounded expression came over Cindy's face. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I have to tell the truth," Carol said. "I can't hold it anymore. I have to tell someone. I get weak every time a boy gets near me. I enjoyed what happened to me up there. Not all of the things, but parts."
"You mean you enjoyed getting a cock?" Cindy asked.
"Yes," Carol admitted.
Cindy started laughing and Carol looked up angry.
"What are you laughing at?" Carol asked. "It's not funny."
"I'm sorry," Cindy said. "But you had me so worried. I thought that he might have given you drugs or something. You're such a silly nit!"
"I don't understand . . . "
"Of course you enjoyed getting laid," Cindy said. "Most girls do. I enjoy the hell out of Brad's cock. He's been laying me since the night you were taken."
"Cindy!" Carol said.
Carol had thought something like that had happened but actually hearing Cindy say it was almost impossible to believe.
"I like his cock," Cindy said. "I like it very much. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But Cindy . . . "
Cindy stopped her by placing a hand over her mouth. Cindy pulled her tight against her body and gave her a warm hug. It almost took Carol's breath away.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Cindy repeated. "Of course they made you like it. Any girl would. Or most oversexed girls like you and me. But don't let it worry you. You're still Carol and you can have your pick and choice of any boy in school."
Carol was feeling better. "Even Brad?" Carol teased.
"Even Brad," Cindy said. "But please don't take him away. I like him too much."
"Don't worry," Carol said. "I won't."
Carol was feeling better for the first time in weeks. She had been afraid that there was something wrong with her but now she knew there was not. Cindy was the same way. Cindy liked cocks too. The only thing was to control those waves of pure physical pleasure that washed over her whenever a boy was near.
Or maybe she would learn to control it slowly. Right now she needed a cock.
The hunger in her body had been building for days and now every inch of her body ached for a cock. She quickly thought over the many boys she knew. Brad was out. She wasn't all that sure of being able to take Brad away from Cindy and she didn't want to try. But there were other boys. like Bill Thomas, the left tackle for the football team.
Bill had a girl friend, but Carol saw no problems about that. Bill was a big, stumbling type guy and she didn't want him for a boy friend. She only wanted what was between his legs. A mental image of Bill flashed through her mind. Big and tough-looking with a wonderful physique. She just knew that he would have a fantastic cock.
Once she made up her mind there was no stopping her. She knew there wouldn't be a chance if they got away from the stadium. After the games his skinny girl friend stuck to him like glue. The only place to get him alone was at the stadium and Carol knew just how to do that.
It was easy getting into the dressing area. Her cheerleader costume granted her entry past the security. Often the girls would go in and change clothes in the girls' dressing room.
Some of the boys were leaving and they nodded to her as they passed. Carol knew nobody would be in the locker room. She went carefully through the locker room and the showers. She had been right. All of the girls had already left the stadium. Now all that would remain was to get Bill into the dressing room.
Carol smiled in the mirror. It wouldn't be hard for her to get Bill anywhere she wanted him. After all, Bill was used to skinny girls and Carol wasn't exactly skinny. She pushed her tits up so that her nipples were straining against her thin blouse. She didn't think he was going to be able to resist her twin peaks.
She went back outside and waited in the hall.
It wasn't long before Bill came up the hall from the men's locker room. There were others with him but Carol gave them no notice.
"Bill," she called sweetly.
Bill stopped. He wasn't used to pretty girls calling his name in halls. "Yeah," he said.
"I need your help to move something. Could you help me."
"I suppose," he said.
"Go ahead, Bill," a player said, patting him on the back. "We'll see you later."
"Okay," Bill said.
He looked a little shy about following her into the girls' dressing room but she gave an extra swish of her hips and he quickly got over his shyness.
"Uh, what did you want moved?" Bill said.
He was stupid. Even Brad would have made some kind of pass at her if he found himself alone with her in the girls' dressing room. But Carol thought that she really liked it better that way.
"I really didn't want to move anything," Carol said.
"Then what am I doing here?" he asked, blinking his eyes stupidly.
"I just wanted to talk to you," Carol said.
Carol sat down on one of the hard benches in the center of the lockers and she patted the place next to her. She was amused at Bill's uncomfortable look.
"Sit down," Carol said. "I'm not going to bite you."
"I know that," he said. "But my friends are waiting and I shouldn't be late."
"Your girl's waiting too?"
"Yes," he said.
"Sit down," Carol said again.
Again she stretched so that her nipples were straining against the front of her blouse. She had worn a blouse that didn't show anything but the outline of her tits and she hadn't worn a bra.
Bill sat.
"Now that we're comfortable," Carol said. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the cabin."
"Oh, that," Bill said. "Well, I really don't know much about it. We just beat up the Satans. They've had it coming for a long time."
"You know I was at the cabin?"
"Cindy told us, but she didn't tell us what you were doing there."
"But you must have seen what was happening to me if you went in."
"No," he said. "That is, I didn't go in. We called them outside. Only Cindy and Brad went in and Brad didn't stay long. He brought that James Wright out with him. We really gave him a good working over."
"And I appreciate it," Carol said. "You don't know how much I appreciate it."
"Ah," Bill shrugged. "like I said. They had it coming."
Carol let her thigh touch his. She was getting really hot sitting next to Bill. Bill moved his thigh away. He stood up.
"Well, I should be going," he said.
"Kiss me, Bill."
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to kiss me. Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?"
"Of course," he said. "I kiss my girl all the time."
"And what else?" Carol asked. "What else do you do with your girl?"
"Nothing much," Bill admitted. "She wants to wait until we're married."
"And you?" Carol asked. "Do you want to wait?"
"No," he admitted. "Sometimes I get tied up in a knot wanting it so bad."
"I'm not shy," Carol said. "I won't tie you up in knots. I promise."
He wasn't as stupid as he looked. He got the idea. He sat down and put his arm around her. He still looked a little nervous.
"Are you sure it's all right?" he questioned. "I mean, this is kind of public."
"Isn't that what makes it fun?" Carol questioned.
Bill nodded. He squeezed her close and his lips searched for hers. Carol realized that he was very inexperienced with girls. She wondered if he was a virgin. She almost laughed out loud at the thought. Now it was Carol who was seducing the poor virgin. The thought excited her.
His lips were pressed against hers again and she allowed his fiery tongue to probe her mouth. She shivered as their tongues made contact. He was getting excited. She could taste the hunger on his lips. His girl friend had him primed so that he was ready immediately.
She pushed him away and he gave her a hurt look.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not stopping you. But slow down a little. You're taking my breath away."
There was no way to stop him. He had boiled over quickly and now he wanted her. She would have been raped if she had fought, but she had no intention of giving a fight. She wanted his cock almost as much as he wanted to give it to her.
He was kissing her again. He had rough, demanding lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth like he was fucking her mouth.
She had been kissed before but not with the hunger that he kissed her. It really did take her breath away. It caused her nipples to harden to little points and her tits to become swollen with lust.
His hands were wandering over her entire body. He started to undo the buttons of her blouse, then he snaked his hand in to squeeze her naked flesh. She felt a spasm of pleasure shake her body as his fingers caressed her hot and sensitive flesh.
"Kiss me there, Bill," she begged him. "Kiss my hot tits."
He tilted his head and sucked some of her creamy flesh into his mouth. His tongue softly caressed her nipple and tore a loud gasp from her throat. She tried to push her tit deeper into his throat.
"Jesusssss," she moaned. "You're making me so hot, Bill!"
He released one tit and moved to her other. He sucked greedily until Carol could stand it no longer. She pushed his mouth away from her aching tit. His lips went down, kissing the softness of her stomach and then downward to her navel.
"Oh Bill," Carol moaned. "Oh Bill, sweet!"
Bill pushed her down on the bench and finished undoing her blouse. He pulled it off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. His eyes took in her white flesh. He licked his lips as he stared.
"Oh Bill," she moaned.
Then his lips were back at her tits again, smothering her nipples. She groaned. She wouldn't be able to stand much more of this. He released her nipple and once again his tongue trailed downward. His tongue darted into her navel and brought from her lips a squeal of pure delight.
Now his hot hands were moving up her thighs. His fingers searched under her skirt. He may not have been experienced but he knew where her pussy was. He quickly pulled at her panties until his fingers could slip inside to rub her pussy hairs.
"Oh God, Bill," she moaned. "That's nice. Keep doing that. Oh my sweet Bill, your girl friend never allowed you to do anything like this, did she?"
"Oh no, baby," he moaned. "She never did."
He drew his hand out of her pussy and he stood up. He was undressing. She watched him strip off his shirt and his muscles bulged beautifully. He looked so strong. He was the most well-developed boy she'd ever seen.
He slowly unbuckled his trousers as if he were teasing her. Perhaps he was. He knew she was anxious to see his cock. She knew it had to be beautiful.
She reached to do his zipper. She pulled it down and he rolled his trousers down his legs. His huge prick was bunched in his shorts. He peeled his shorts off and she gaped at him. His girlfriend had better look out. He had a beautiful cock, big and thick and hard.
"Oh Bill," Carol moaned.
Perhaps she would take this boy away from his girlfriend. He had too good a cock to keep it all to himself. She reached for his hard cock and wrapped her fingers around it.
"It's beautiful," she whispered. "Can I kiss it?"
"Hell, yeah!" Bill rasped.
Carol quickly got to her knees on the bench. He was so tall that his prick came perfectly to her mouth. She smiled as she touched the tip of her tongue to his monstrous weapon. She tasted his lubricating fluid. He tasted good. She ran her tongue around the rim of his cock.
"Jesus," Bill moaned. "What are you doing?"
"Making you feel good, baby," Carol said. "A boy with a cock as pretty as yours ought to feel good."
"Jesus," Bill said, "and to think the boys used to call you a tease." Carol gave him a kiss on the blood-engorged head and then she slowly ran her tongue down the underside of him all the way to his balls. Bill groaned loudly as she took one of his balls gingerly into her mouth. She teased the hot sac with her tongue until his hips were jerking. She released it with a wet plop and moved to his other ball. She had intended to have a quick fuck but now she found that she was growing more and more excited by sucking his cock. She wanted to taste his cum. She would taste his first load in her mouth to get the edge off and then they would settle down to some real fucking.
She moved her head back up to the head of his red cock and slowly pulled his delicious shaft into her throat. She made a gurgling sound as his cock went deep into her mouth. She put her fingers to his heavy sacs and massaged them as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.
"Suck me, baby," Bill cried. "Suck me!"
She made loud sucking noises as her lips and hands worked at him.
"Oh God!" Bill cried. "I'm going to come. You'd better move your mouth! I'm going to come!"
But Carol had no intention of moving her mouth. She kept sucking at him until he gave a groan and a load of hot milky cum entered her mouth. She swallowed the first thick spurt without trouble but then he kept coming until she was forced to open her lips and allow the stuff to come out the sides and drip to her naked titties. She didn't mind. She liked the feel of sperm against her skin.
"Sweet baby," Bill moaned. "Oh, sweet baby!"
Slowly his limp cock slipped from her mouth. Bill seemed to gain control of himself as he realized what had just happened. He started to look guilty but Carol wasn't going to give him time for that. Her pussy was tingling and she wanted that big, beautiful cock inside of her.
"I want you hard again," she said.
She reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his cock and started jerking him off.
A look of understanding came into his eyes. He had been feeling guilty because he didn't think that girls could get as hot as boys did. Evidently Carol was hot cunt and she wanted it. He couldn't resist.
Carol had him hard again. She lifted her hips and allowed Bill to slide her panties off. Bill licked his lips as he looked into her sweet pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, as if he didn't quite believe it himself.
"Yes," Carol said. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!" Bill crawled between her open thighs and pressed his cock against her cunt. He pushed a little and the monstrous head went partly inside her.
"Oh give it to me, baby!" Carol moaned. "Give me the whole thing."
Bill rotated his hips until his cock went easily up into her already juicy cunt. He eased out slowly, letting the top of his cock rujb against her clit. He pushed it back in again in the same slow rhythm.
"Fuck me hard," she begged him. "Fuck me hard! Grab my titties and put your cock in me hard!"
His huge hands cupped her tits and his fingers worked on her nipples. She raised her legs and locked her ankles against the back of his legs. He went deliciously deep on his next stroke.
"Get faster," She urged him. "Fuck me faster!"
Bill seemed to go crazy. He started slamming his cock into her with a violence that amazed her. Even Nick hadn't fucked her like this.
"Baby," she cried. "Baby, that's it!"
He squeezed her tits as he kept slamming his cock into her. She felt the first hot spasm of pleasure rock her and then her pussy started aching. She knew it wouldn't be long. She put her hands on his back and pulled him tight against her.
He came almost at the same moment, his hot load filling her cunt and mingling with her juices. She lay like that for a long while, almost afraid to move. His body felt good pressed against her. He was good. He was so very good.
Her hips started moving and she realized it was beginning again. He was inexperienced but he had a goddamn good cock. A wonderful cock that was already swelling inside of her. She started pressing her cunt down on him.
"God," he moaned. "God!"
"Just fuck me," she said. "Don't think about anything. Just fuck me hard!"
He was fucking her hard. He was getting as excited as she was. He pulled out of her and pushed her legs high. He slammed into her again. It was fantastic! His cock made loud sounds as he pushed into her. Her tits were swollen again. She loved it. God, how she loved it!
She was loving it so much that she didn't hear the door open. Bill did. He jumped away from her and she groaned and tried to pull him back.
"Somebody's there," he said.
Fear was in his voice.
Carol opened her eyes and looked up. Cindy was staring at them.
"It's all right," Carol said. "It's only Cindy." Cindy smiled and left.
Carol pulled him back on her again and loved the feel of his hard cock entering her. He hadn't gone soft. She was glad of that.
"Fuck me hard!" she screamed loudly as they collapsed together on the hard bench.
CHAPTER NINE
"Did you have a good time?" Cindy asked.
Carol closed her thighs together as she remembered the pleasurable sensation.
"Yes," Carol said. "I had a really good time."
Cindy laughed as Carol squinted her eyes against the morning sun. She remembered that it was Saturday and there was no school. She looked at her sister.
"What would you like to do today?" she asked.
"I don't know," Cindy answered. "I hadn't really thought about it."
"You don't have a date with Brad?"
"No," Cindy answered. "He's working today. Something about getting some extra money for tonight. I don't know what he's planning but I think it's something nice."
"You're lucky," Carol said. "I didn't know what a prize I had in Brad when I had him."
"He is nice," Cindy admitted.
Carol pulled the covers down and stretched. She saw her sister's eyes trace the contours of her body under her baby doll pajamas. She was beginning to feel strange around Cindy. Especially when she was scantily dressed. Cindy was watching her like a boy might watch.
Carol told herself she was being foolish. She got out of bed and ran for the shower.
"A hot shower will make it warmer," Cindy said.
"I intend to make it very hot," Carol shivered. "It must be turning to winter."
Carol turned on the water as hot as possible and ran the soap over her body. She soaped her breasts gently as she remembered, hotly, Bill's eyes and lips touching her. Poor Bill. He hadn't met his girl friend until an hour past when he was supposed to.
And poor girl friend. She was going to have a time staying untouched around Bill from then on. Bill already had that look in his eyes that said he was through fooling around. Another pure girl going to bite the dust. Or bite something, anyway. Carol giggled.
"What's so funny?" Cindy asked.
Carol hadn't realized that her sister had entered the shower. She turned to see Cindy standing by the door watching her. Again Carol felt strange. It was almost as if Cindy was a boy standing there watching her.
"I was just thinking about Bill," Carol said.
"He did have a look when I walked in on your little party last night," Cindy said.
"I wasn't thinking about that," Carol explained. "I was thinking about his poor girl friend. She's going to be in for quite a surprise."
Carol turned off the shower and stepped out. She shivered some more as the cold air touched her. Or perhaps it wasn't the cold air. Perhaps it was the sudden flare of interest in Cindy's eyes.
"Let me do that," Cindy said.
Carol told herself that she really was being foolish, and she handed the towel to Cindy. Cindy was very gentle as she wiped her sister off. Twice Carol felt Cindy lingering a little too long around her titties but she kept telling herself that it was her imagination. She had been thinking about sex too much.
Carol left the bathroom and started taking her clothes out of the dresser.
"You're very pretty," Cindy said.
Carol stopped cold.
"You've seen me before," Carol said.
"I know, but I never noticed how full and round you've been getting lately. Your titties are even getting bigger than mine."
"They've always been bigger," Carol said.
"Not true," Cindy said. "But then you haven't looked at them lately. Would you like to compare."
Carol turned around to face her sister. Cindy had her blouse half unbuttoned. Carol could see her black bra.
"Cindy," Carol said. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Yes."
"Then hadn't you better lock the door?" Carol asked her. "We wouldn't want Mother walking in on us."
"Okay," Cindy said.
Cindy locked the door as Carol lay down on the bed. Carol wasn't sure about what two girls were supposed to do together but she had to admit that she was excited at the prospect. She didn't think it would be as much fun as with a boy, but she thought she would enjoy the episode.
Cindy finished undoing her bra and pulled her pants off. She was dressed in black bra and panties.
"If Brad could see you," Cindy said. "He'd come right in his trousers."
"I'm sure you keep him happy," Carol said.
"Not often enough," Cindy said.
She pulled her panties off and Carol found her gaze drawn to the blonde thatch between Cindy's legs. It was as blonde as her own.
"I'm not sure what we're supposed to do," Carol said.
"Neither am I," Cindy admitted. "But won't it be fun finding out."
"Yes," Carol said.
Cindy stretched out beside her sister.
"Undo the bra," Carol said. "Let me see how big they really are."
Cindy smiled and reached behind her back. She unclasped the bra and pulled it off. Her twin peaks jumped out of confinement and brushed against Carol's.
"They're nice," Carol admitted. "Not great, but nice."
"So are yours," Cindy said. "I've been wondering about yours. I mean, how they taste."
"Why don't you find out?"
Cindy was willing. She tilted her head and went down on Carol's tits.
Carol jumped as she felt the first touch of Cindy's lips, teasing, caressing her hot flesh. She moaned and arched her back, pushing more of her sweet flesh into Cindy's mouth.
She moaned again as Cindy's tongue and lips started little fires on Carol's skin.
Cindy might not have known what to do but her tongue was arousing Carol quickly. Cindy couldn't have done any more if she'd been doing it for years.
"Oh Cindy," Carol moaned. "Oh my sweet sister. You're making me hot."
Carol began to fondle her sister's tits. Her sister was right about her titties. They were damned near as big as her own. Damn, but Brad would cream in his shorts if he could see them now. So would Bill. In fact, any boy would.
Cindy's sucking lips had Carol hot in just a few minutes. Carol probed her hand between her little sister's thighs and found her sister wet.
"Ummmm," Carol moaned. "That's a hot pussy you've got there."
"Oh Carol," Cindy moaned. "Oh Carol."
Carol had never touched another woman's pussy before but she had no problem in slipping her finger into her sister's cunt and massaging her clit.
Cindy nearly went out of her mind. She was jumping and moaning at each touch of Carol's fingers. Cindy opened her mouth wider and took more of Carol's sweet flesh into her mouth. Carol was beginning to ache to be released from the hot fires that were starting to consume her.
"Ummmmm," Carol moaned. "Let's switch around."
Cindy understood her immediately. The two girls switched so that Carol's face was pressed into Cindy's pussy and Cindy's face was at Carol's cunt.
Carol licked at the blonde pubic hairs and felt Cindy groan. It was fun! She opened her mouth and nibbled at Cindy's flesh. It gave her a feeling of power to feel Cindy quiver under the touch of her mouth.
Carol drew back and put her fingers to Cindy's pussy. Very gently she parted the flesh so that she was looking into the red lips of Cindy's cunt. She touched the flesh with her tongue.
"Ummmm," Cindy moaned.
A moment later Carol groaned as she felt the penetration of her cunt by Cindy's tongue. It didn't bother her that it was her sister doing this to her, it only made things more exciting. She lifted her head and looked back at Cindy. Cindy's tongue was probing between her hot legs.
She could barely see Cindy's head bobbing. A blonde mass of hair that moved as Cindy used her tongue like an experienced cunt lapper.
"Oh sweet sister," Carol moaned. "Do me. Do me good!"
Cindy was getting ahead of her so once more Carol pressed her face against her sister's cunt. She felt her sister's hot juices as she slipped her tongue through the blonde pubic thatch.
Cindy started moaning at Carol's touch and Carol knew she was getting close to her orgasm. The thought made Carol push her tongue deeper into her sister's cunt. She found her sister's clit and she massaged it with her wet tongue.
This time Cindy did go out of her mind. Her hips writhed as spasm after spasm of delight rocked her young body. Carol kept licking until the trembling stopped and then she quickly changed her position.
She stretched out on her back and allowed her sister to go between her legs. She fought her own orgasm as long as she could, content to feel Cindy's hot tongue licking and sucking at her flesh.
"Oh Cindy," Carol said finally. "I'm burning up. Your hot tongue is making me come. Oh sweet sister!"
She heard Cindy licking up her juices as she flooded her sister's mouth. It was nice. Cindy didn't remove her head until Carol came down off the heights of joy.
"That was nice," Carol moaned. "That was really nice."
"I know something else nice," Cindy said.
"What?"
"I want you to go with Brad and me tonight."
"Go with you? Why?"
"Because he'd come in his trousers to have both of us together," Cindy said. "And I want you to see how it is with him."
"Has he a nice cock?" Carol asked.
"Very nice," Cindy replied.
"Ummmm," Carol cooed.
CHAPTER TEN
"I don't think Brad's very happy to have me along," Carol said.
"Sure I am," Brad said.
The truth was that Brad was very unhappy to have .Carol along. He'd made big plans for Cindy that evening. First there was going to be dinner and then he was actually going to take her to a motel. They'd been having sex in the back seat, and at parks, but never anyplace nice. He'd been determined to take her someplace nice and he had gotten really horny thinking about it.
Now he felt like he was out of luck. There would be no motel with Carol along. And he was still horny.
To make matters worse, Carol and Cindy had never looked more delicious.
They were perfectly matched twins tonight for they wore matching miniskirts and sweaters.
He hoped they wouldn't notice the bulge in his trousers.
Carol had noticed. She had also noticed that he wore new trousers and a new shirt and that he smelled of a strong cologne. He had really fixed himself up for this night. He probably had big plans that he thought now were ruined.
Carol gave her sister a lewd wink.
What he didn't know?
"Where do you want to go tonight, Brad?" Cindy asked.
Damn her anyway, Brad thought. She should have realized that he had special plans. Cindy should have known better. Now he couldn't tell her what he'd had in mind. What was he going to do?
"I don't know," Brad said. "Why don't you two decide?"
"But I thought you had plans?" Cindy insisted.
"I did," he admitted. "That is, I did have plans but things just didn't work out."
"I didn't ruin things did I?" Carol questioned.
"Of course you didn't," Cindy said, squeezing her sister's arm. "Brad's happy to have you along. Aren't you, Brad?"
"Sure," Brad said.
They got into his car and Cindy slipped over close to him. She put her hot hand on his thigh. He looked down and saw her white thigh revealed by the short skirt and he swallowed nervously.
Damn Cindy. Didn't she realize what she was doing to him?
"Let's eat first," Cindy said. "I'm starved. Then we'll think of someplace to go."
"All right," Brad agreed.
He drove them to a hamburger place where they could eat in the car. He got out and went in for their order. He looked like a tired old man with his shoulders slumped. They waited until he got inside before both girls burst out in laughter. Carol squeezed her sister's hand.
"Poor Brad," Carol said. "He looks as if he's lost his last friend."
"He thinks he's out a lay," Cindy said. "He wanted to tumble me tonight. Boy, is he in for a big surprise."
Carol touched her sister's thigh.
"Shhhh," Carol said. "Here he comes."
He brought the hamburgers back out and they ate in silence. Brad's usual appetite was stunted. He kept thinking about all those plans he'd made. All those wonderful, useless plans.
He felt sweat break out on his forehead as he looked down at Cindy's legs. Her skirt had really ridden up. He could see almost to her panties. He looked over at Carol. God, her legs were bare also almost to her panties.
His prick was hard again. He shifted in his seat to relieve his uncomfortable position. He didn't see the knowing look that Cindy gave Carol. He also missed the smile that barely touched Carol's lips.
"Well?" Cindy finished her meal. "Where do we go from here?"
"I don't really care," Brad said.
"Oh," Cindy said. "I thought you might have wanted to go to a motel or something."
The look on his face was priceless. He almost choked on a bite of his hamburger.
"A motel?" he questioned.
"Sure," Cindy giggled. "Of course, if you don't want to go . . . "
"I do," he said. "I do. But what about Carol?"
"I'm going too," Carol said. "I hope you don't mind, but you see Cindy and I are going to start doing things together. Don't you think sisters should?"
"Yes," Brad said. "Yes, I do."
He was beginning to understand but he didn't believe what was happening. This just didn't happen to people like him. It might to movie stars or somebody like that but not to him.
"Well?" Cindy asked. "Aren't we going?"
"Yes," Brad said. "Yes, we're going."
He drove as fast as he could without breaking the speed limit. He already had the motel picked out. It was a nice place that didn't cost a lot. It was far enough away from town so that nobody would know them.
He parked in the dim light of the parking lot.
"Why don't you hurry?" Cindy asked. She put her hot hand on his thigh and he trembled. "Why don't you get the room real fast?"
"I will," Brad promised. "I will."
He hardly remembered getting the room. He remembered that the lady gave him a suspicious look but she allowed him to sign the register as husband and wife.
He parked the car in front of the room he had been given and he came around to open the door for Carol. He nearly choked as she slid out of the car, giving him a beautiful view of her black panties.
"A real gentleman," Carol said. "He even opens car doors. He didn't used to do that."
"You'd be amazed at the things I've taught him," Cindy said, as she got out.
"I bet I would," Carol said. "Well, let's go find out. I hear you're quite a cocksman, Brad."
Brad swallowed nervously and turned a bright shade of red. He didn't know how to answer that one. Instead he took the key and opened the door and ushered them inside quickly. He didn't want to arouse any more suspicion from the manager.
"Nice room," Carol said.
It was nice. Nicer than he'd expected. There were soft carpets on the floor and double beds. He stood in the doorway, afraid to move. He kept telling himself that he should go in, take control, but he wasn't used to situations like this. Perhaps they were just making fools of him.
"Shall we get to it," Carol said.
It surprised the hell out of him when Carol turned quickly, before he even got the door shut and molded her sexy body against his own. His prick got really hard as he felt her luscious mounds pressing against his chest.
"Kiss me hard," Carol rasped.
He didn't know what else to do so he kissed her. Her mouth was firm and unyielding against his own. It made him wonder what she was doing until the mouth suddenly became wet and hot and soft against his own.
She reached for his crotch and rubbed her hand across the length of his prick.
He almost jumped out of his skin.
"Sweet," Carol said, as she drew her lips from his own.
Her kiss had left him breathless and weak. Cindy shut the door and then it was Cindy who was pressing up against him. Her lips parted slightly and the tip of her tongue rubbed against his mouth.
She also reached for his crotch and fondled his prick.
"You're hard up," Cindy said as she pushed him back.
Both girls walked to the bed and sat down. They bounced up and down a couple of times and pleased smiles came to their lips.
"Hey, this is nice," Carol said. "Nice and soft. Just right for fucking."
She almost laughed at the look that came into Brad's eyes. She knew he was thinking that girls shouldn't be like this, that girls were supposed to be sweet, whimpering creatures who cried when they were seduced or raped.
Well she didn't feel like whimpering. She felt like having his hard cock inside of her and she knew the way to do that.
She put her hand to the top button of her blouse.
"Shall we give him a show?" Carol asked.
Her sister nodded. It was nice having a sister who understood her meanings. It made things that much more exciting. She reached over and cupped Cindy's right tit. She ran her thumb across the nipple.
"Quit that," Cindy said. "You'll get me all hot and bothered."
"But that's the way Brad wants you," Carol said. "Can't you see it in his eyes? He wants you all hot and bothered. He wants you hot so he can put his cock in."
"Do you?" Cindy asked him. "Do you want me hot so that you can put your cock in?"
"Yes," he said. "Oh God, yes!"
"Then why don't you," Cindy invited him.
Cindy pulled off her panties, leaned back and spread her legs. He was looking up into her naked pussy. He choked again for the third time that evening. He felt his cock trying to burst through his trousers.
"Come here," Carol said. "Let me let that sweet thing out so that you can fuck my sister."
Brad practically ran to her. She unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. He was so beautiful that she couldn't resist putting her mouth to it. He groaned and she opened her lips greedily and sucked the entire length of his shaft into her throat.
"Ummmm," Carol moaned. "Ummmmmm."
"Hey," Cindy protested. "He's supposed to be fucking me."
But there was no way to get Carol's mouth off that wonderful cock. She was already tasting his hot cum. Already feeling it slide into her throat. She reached her hand up and began to squeeze his balls.
"Shit," Cindy said. "Well, I guess if you can't lick them then you join them."
Cindy was pulling Brad down on the bed. She unbuckled his trousers and jerked his trousers down his legs. Then she had to remove Carol's lips before she could pull the shorts down.
"Damn you," Cindy said. "Stop chewing for a moment. Just let me get his shorts down."
Both girls were giggling as Cindy finally got Carol to remove her mouth long enough for Cindy to get his shorts down. Cindy stood up and quickly stripped off her clothes. She saw Brad's eyes sweep over her lustfully as she stretched out beside Carol.
"All right," Cindy said. "Just let me have some of that sweet stick."
Carol pulled her mouth back until her lips were just covering the end of his joystick. Cindy started running her tongue down his long shaft and sucking at his balls.
Brad still couldn't believe it was happening to him but he was asking no questions. It was too fucking good. He could feel the aching in his balls and he knew it wasn't going to be long before he came. But he wanted to put it off as long as he could. It was so damned exciting watching the two blonde heads at his cock.
Brad pulled down a pillow and placed it under his head. He was now more comfortable. His hips were writhing as the two girls continued to suck his cock.
Carol released his cock with a loud pop. She got off the bed and quickly stripped her own clothes off while her naked sister went down on Brad's cock. She could see Brad's eyes running over her nakedness and stopping at her pussy.
"Would you like some of this?" Carol asked him.
"Yes," he said. "God, yes!"
"How about a little taste first," she taunted.
As of yet, he had not eaten Cindy's pussy but he had always known that it was only a matter of time. He licked his lips and grinned as Carol straddled his body.
"Taste this sweet pussy," Carol said.
She moaned as she lowered her wet pussy down on his face and felt his fiery tongue going up into her. Brad was inexperienced but he ate pussy like he enjoyed it. She felt his tongue against her clit.
"Oh Brad," she moaned. "Oh fuck, Brad!"
Carol had never been so turned on. She could hear her sister's sucking sounds as she sucked on his cock and she could hear Brad's sucking sounds as he kissed her pussy. The sounds were starting tingling fires all over her body.
"Jesus," Carol moaned. "Oh Jesusssss!"
It was fine but it wasn't fine enough and she knew she needed cock. She needed to feel Brad's cock going up into her. She turned her head and looked at her sister.
Carol slid down his body until she felt his hard prick right at her cunt. She rotated her hips until she felt his prick going up into her.
"Ummm, Brad," she moaned. "Ummm, your prick feels good. Really good."
"So does your pussy," Brad said. "You have a fine pussy. So tight."
"Better than me?" Cindy whispered, as she crawled up Brad's body and started kissing his nipples. "Is her pussy tighter than mine?"
"What a question!" Brad moaned. "I wouldn't be able to answer that without being killed."
The two girls giggled at his answer.
Slowly Carol sat up on him, feeling his cock penetrate her deeply. She raised her hands to her hair, tugging on her blonde hair as she bounced up and down on his cock.
"Oh Jesusssss," Carol said. "I'm too hot. I can't stand it. I can't stand it!"
"I'll make you even hotter," Cindy said.
She moved so that her lips were at her sister's tits. Cindy sucked in the soft swollen flesh and chewed on it. She licked at Carol's sensitive nipples. She opened her mouth wider and took more of the flesh into her throat.
"Oh God," Carol groaned. "You are making me hotter. It feels so good! Don't stop, Cindy! Don't stop!"
Cindy wasn't intending to stop. She massaged her sister's other tit as she sucked on one. She ran the nipple over with her finger and felt it respond to her touch.
"I'm coming," Carol screamed. "I'm coming!
He's got a red hot poker between my legs and he's making me come! Oh God in heaven, I'm comingggggg!"
Even as her hot pussy juices flooded his cock Cindy was kissing her sister's lips. Their lips came hard together as Carol's body jumped with the trembling of her orgasm. She kept grinding her cunt down on his prick until the fires were gone. She slowly came off his cock. He hadn't come yet. He was still painfully hard.
"Shall we?" Cindy asked.
"Of course," Carol answered.
The two blonde heads went down on his cock. First Carol and then Cindy slid him up into their throats. Brad groaned.
He was in heaven. Having the twins sucking on his cock was more exciting than he had ever imagined anything could be. He felt the deep aching in his balls and he looked down. He saw Carol go down on his prick.
"Jesus FUCK!" he cried, as his loins emptied out spurt after spurt from his aching cock.
First Carol caught it in her mouth and then Cindy went down on him. Both girls had mouths covered with sperm before he was through coming. He watched them kiss and then they came up and stretched out on either side of him. Their big tits pressed against him.
"How are we together?" Carol asked.
"Fantastic," he moaned. "Nobody will ever call you teasing twins again. From now on you're fucking twins!"
Carol felt a deep sense of satisfaction at his compliment. Fucking twins. She rather liked that. It was going to be fun to be one of the fucking twins!