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CHAPTER TWO

The work was easy enough. Bobbie trimmed her hair an inch all around so she wouldn't attract too much attention, but since there were a couple of other guys who wore theirs just as long, it seemed okay. She'd learned how to imitate a boy's swagger and she could spit pretty good. Though she got curious looks from time to time, everyone seemed to accept the fact that she was just a skinny, narrow-shouldered boy – a late developer.

Dan Bateson, her boss, was pretty nice, too. He fronted her some money before she even started work and let her sleep on the bunk in the room behind the office. Yet, sometimes she felt him staring at her in the oddest way. But it was a look she was used to. Maybe every so often a tiny bit of her femininity showed through – the femininity she wanted to hide.

It scared her to be a girl. And it scared her to remember that big cock in her mouth. But at times she found herself daydreaming about it, and she noticed that her cunt was damp. These moments confused Bobbie no end.

Then on a Friday afternoon when things were pretty slow around the lot, one of the boys nudged her as she washed down a Cadillac.

"Hey, Bob, we got a hot one in the van in the back lot."

"What?" She looked up at Mike, a boy with longish blond hair and a mustache.

"A hot one!" Mike winked. "A chick, man. She likes to gang-bang." He shrugged and grinned broadly. "At least she never complains." Mike grabbed Bobbie's arm. "Come on, I'll bet she'd even hump a skinny guy like you."

"I'd better finish washing this car."

"Aw hell, the ole man's gone for the afternoon. Come on. Get yourself a good hot piece."

She had to go with him. Her knees began to tremble when she saw the open back doors of the van and three or four guys looking in.

By now, Bobbie felt very fainthearted. When she looked down at the writhing couple on the plush carpet of the van, she dug her nails into her palm.

"Go at her, Big Ned," somebody said.

The boy named Ned was over six-four and thickly muscled. He had the black-haired girl's knees pushed wide and was fucking furiously, his ass dimpling each time he tensed it and shoved his cock into her.

Bobbie could see the pretty girl's thighs glistening where the cum from her previous fucks had been smeared. Her big tits rose and fell, and she rocked her hips and plunged her cunt up and down against the in-and-out movements of Ned's prick. There was a musky, erotic perfume hanging thickly in the air, and the soft sucking sound of her cunt being penetrated made Bobbie moan under her breath. It was the first time in her life she'd seen raw, uninhibited sex.

Or should she have counted the time she'd given that cop a blow-job?

"Uhhhh, baby, ahhhhh, fuck me good," the girl moaned, her fingers sliding down to the small of Ned's back.

Mike licked his lips and gave Bobbie another wink. "Hurry up, Ned. Bob, here, wants to get in on the action." A few of the on looking boys laughed.

"Bob might fall in and drown in there," one said.

"We don't want him to hurt himself."

Their taunts didn't bother Bobbie. She knew that she cut a pretty wimpy figure as a boy, but she was good enough to be believable. That was all she cared about.

Mike nudged her again. "Some of these skinny cats are the best fuckers going. Right, Bob?"

"Right," she said back, keeping her voice lower than usual.

But her eyes had never left the squirming girl under Ned's plunging hips. To actually witness such an act made her feel so weak. And her cunt throbbed terribly. It was getting her panties wetter every minute. She hooked her thumbs in her pockets and chewed her gum and tried to look as manly as the other guys hovered around. Inside, she was imagining what it must feel like to that girl. How that hot cock felt going into her hole.

It scared Bobbie to think of losing her virginity. Her parents had always shoved their views of sex down her throat. Though she knew that sex wasn't really as wicked as her morn and dad had said it was, the thought of it had always frightened her.

"Ohhh, God!" the girl gasped, her hips going crazy now. She seemed to be moving in a dozen different directions all at the same time. Ned was having a hard time keeping his cock in her cunthole. Bobbie saw the inflamed lips of her pussy, saw the head of the boy's prick for an instant before he rammed it deep into the glossy folds of flesh.

"Ned's gonna get his rocks."

"If you will shut up," Net growled beck. He seemed terribly out of breath.

Bobbie imagined herself under his big body for just an instant. She was aware of Mike looking at her. He had the funniest expression.

Ned gasped and he seemed to be having a fit. Bobbie stared wide-eyed at the two of them. They seemed to be fighting. The girl bit Ned's shoulder hungrily, and a weak trembly cry came from her throat. Ned cursed and pound his ass downward, pound his cock as deep into the girl's cunt as far as it would go. She spread her thighs very wide and hunched with a rapid wild rhythm.

"Ahhhhh." Ned gasped. "Ohhhh, fuck!"

The boys were laughing and Bobbie sensed it was because they were embarrassed. But Mike took her arm and leaned close.

"You ain't never fucked a chick before, have you Bob?"

What could Bobbie do but shake her head that she hadn't.

"I could tell by the way your were watching," Mike went on. "Well, hell, I'm gonna see that you get your first piece right now." He muscled through the boys, pulling Bobbie behind him.

The boys laughed again. Ned had rolled from between the black haired girl's legs and sat, panting, on the back bumper of the van.

"Hey, Susy, you ready for another one?" Mike said loudly.

Bobbie couldn't bear to meet the girl's eyes. She was afraid that some unspoken spark of femininity might jump between them and the girl would know that she wasn't a boy at all.

Mike noticed hesitation. "Okay, you guys," he said, "why don't you give Bob a break? He's the shy kind. Go on, back off some."

Grumbling, the boys went to the side of the van. Mike was watching her like a hawk. Bobbie felt her thin body trembling. Her hippies throbbed under the tight squeeze of the elastic. Her cunt was wet and her breathing ragged. She was staring at Ned's big prick, still half-hard from his fuck. Mike followed her glance and squeezed her arm harder.

"What's with you, anyhow, Bobbie? You queer or something?"

Bobbie tore her eyes away from Ned's glistening cock. She jerked her arm free of Mike's hand and ran. The black-haired girl sat up in surprise, but Bobbie didn't look back. She ran past the boys and heard them laughing behind her. She ran past a row of shiny cars, ran until the footsteps behind her caught up with her.

Mike jerked her to stop and looked hard into her eyes. She couldn't maintain her manliness now. She was exhausted, upset, frightened out of her wits.

"You're a girl! You're a fucking girl." Mike kept squeezing her arms. "No wonder I keep getting the hots for you! I was beginning to wonder if maybe I was turning queer, myself." He smiled suddenly, his eyes totally different. He felt her breasts, touching her more gently than he'd ver touched her since she'd started working at the car lot. "God, they're nice… really nice!" She cowered in the corner against the back of the seat. Mike unbuttoned his shirt.

"What do you want of me?"

"I'll keep quiet about you being a chick, but I want something in return."

"Oh God, don't make me do this."

Bobbie knew what it was he wanted. It wasn't going to be just a blow-job this time. He had his pants down now, and she saw the heavy hang of his balls, his stiff upjutting cock. He pulled her sweatshirt off, his eyes hot as he explored her willowy body.

"It's funny," he said. "You make a wimpy looking boy, but one hell of a sexy chick." Bobbie gave a helpless sob as her baggy jeans were jerked down. Mike stared at her pale-blue panties, the only feminine things she wore. "Take them off. I want to see your cunt."

Slowly, knowing she was up against it now, Bobbie skinned her panties down. Her white cunt mound was damp, the fine brown curls plastered against her flesh. Mike gazed at her as if he'd uncovered a priceless relic. He unfolded a dusty blanket and pulled her down on it. She was scared out of her mind, but when the boy covered her with his body and made her spread her thighs, her cunt made a wet sound.

"Mike, I'm a virgin. I've never done it before. Don't make me do it now."

He kissed her without answering. His tongue touched her lips; her teeth went deeper. She tried to push his chest away but he shoved down hard, his hips lunging as his cock slid along the length of her cunt-crack. He was grabbing his prick, guiding it down to the little hot hollow where her cherry was. She bucked furiously, trying to throw him off.

"Jesus Christ, you smell good!" he growled.

He was kissing her tits now, and the shimmering pleasure made Bobbie stop struggling. She'd never ever had her tits kissed. The way the boy's tongue wet her nipple left her breathless. She bucked weakly a few more times, but the fight went out of her.

That hot cocktip was tight against her cherry now. The boy sucked hungrily at her small titty, and his hand cradled her neck as his other hand slipped under her ass.

"No! I'm begging you, Mike! I'm begging. Uhhhh!"

The pain was sharp, but it lasted for only a moment. She felt the sudden jerk of his hips. She felt the tiny membrane tear, felt her hole stretching around the slick, streamlined cockhead. With a shuddering moan, Bobbie knew she'd been penetrated.

"Ohhh, God in heaven."

"You're tight! Tight and hot!" Mike worked his hips slowly, rolling them around as he wedged more of his hot cock between the glossy inner folds of her young cunt.

Yes, Mike was right! It was very, very tight inside her. She writhed, shocked by the breathtaking motion of his prick against her dainty cuntwalls.

She breathed in deeply as the sting of her ruined cherry came back. Mike thrust then, and what was left of her virginity was gone. A trickle of blood ran don one check of her ass.

She hated him worse than that awful cop who'd held his gun on her and made her suck his partner's cock. She hated Mike for making her cunt ache with passion.

Bobbie bit her lip, closed her eyes and tried to stay absolutely still. She could feel the rub of the boy's chest against her nipples. She could feel his hot mouth on her neck and lips. She could feel his cock going deeper, deeper! She wanted to scream? She fought the itchy tingle that grew steadily more intense. She didn't move her hips at all, but it let her feel Mike's movements all the more easily.

He ran his cock deeper into her hot cunt. He pulled it back slowly and pushed into her just as slowly. She was too tight! It hurt!

But it didn't hurt bad. And the hot thrills were getting harder and harder to ignore.

"Stop! Ohhh, stop it, now!"

But Mike kissed her mouth again, sucking at her tongue as his hunching, squirming movements became frenzied. Bobbie gasped. She could only hold out for a few more seconds. She didn't want to feel that itchy joy that her fingers had brought her so often – not with this guy pumping away on top of her.

But as his body tensed and he held her face between his hands and kissed her, she knew that it was too late. In that second, her arms were around him, her nails clawing his back and the cheeks of his ass. Her knees were thrown wide and she was hunching her back down into the blanket, gasping and groaning and coming.

"I hate you! I hate, hate, hate you."

But she was spinning, crying out in the convulsive throes that swept through her. Her freshly speared cunt squeezed Mike's prick, and he bellowed with pleasure as his balls let go. Hot cum spurted into her cunt. What she'd watched a few minutes before was happening to her! A young male was wriggling and thrusting between her parted thighs. His stiff cock was imbedded deep inside her young cunt as the hot jism boiled out.

"I hate you!" she gurgled one last time before her head fell to the side as Mike licked her ear and tamped the last few spurts of his cum into her womb.

Now everything was quiet. Bobbie could hear cars passing on the street outside and the calls of children at a nearby playground. She could smell her own musky odors and Mike's sweat and something else. She knew at once it was the smell of fresh cum.

It was Mike who spoke first. "Okay, I'll keep your secret. But it's gonna cost you."

"I've already found that out, haven't I?" Bobbie blinked, brushing a tear away from her cheek before Mike could see it.

He saw it, anyway. "Why you making such a big deal out of this?" he asked. "People do it all the time."

"Ouch! Ohhhh, don't pull it out so fast. Ohhh, God, that really burns!"

Mike paid no attention. He was getting on his clothes.

"I'd better get back before some of the guys find out I've been fooling around with you in the back of this truck." He grinned. "They might not understand."

Bobbie was alone, sitting in the middle of the dirty blanket, staring down at the swollen lips of her cunt and the ring of blood around her fresh wound.

"Ohhh," she whispered watching a puddle of cream collect in her palm, "he went so deep. I didn't think I had room inside me for all of it."

Bobbie put her hand to her nose and sniffed the hot sap. It reminded her of the cop whose cock she'd sucked – the cop with the kind eyes.