John Kellerman
Tied up virgins

CHAPTER ONE

Jody stopped at the steps and put her bag down. It was hot and the air felt thick and hard to breathe. She wiped her forehead and waited for her lungs to catch up, thinking, thinking…

At least she wouldn't have to watch her mother anymore. Doing those things with strangers she picked up in the bars around Hallinsville. The judge had decided all that. Her mother had just shrugged and given her a pat. "Take care of yourself, sweetheart."

Sure. Jody chewed her bottom lip. Hadn't she always taken care of herself? Cooked for herself?

Mended her own clothes? But of course there had to be a place for her to stay. Guardians appointed by the court. And that's where Brit's folks had come in. Thank God for her best friend, Brit. Brit's family was pretty loose really. There'd been talk that the court wouldn't allow such a family to take in another child. But there had been extenuating circumstances. Mr. Russell, Brit's father, knew the judge. And the fact that she and Brit were such good friends had helped. Jody picked up her bag again and lugged it up the steps and into the small cabin.

The cabin was half a mile from the Russell house but still on their property. Mrs. Russell had agreed to let Brit stay there with Jody for the summer. It would get the girls out from under her feet and give them a little place of their own they could mess up to their hearts' content. Jody smiled, thinking of how lenient Brit's folks were with her.

There were two bunks in the small cabin, a table, an old stove. Jody straightened a minor on the wall and glanced at her reflection. Like Brit had kidded once, looking at that face was like looking at a color television. She had vivid red hair that was so frizzy she could hardly get a comb through it. She let it puff out down over her shoulders usually, braided it sometimes or tied a bandana around her forehead to mash it down a little. Today it was just fuzzing in the breeze. What little breeze there was.

"God, it's hot!" Jody opened a window and looked out through the orchard. She couldn't see the Russell house for the apple trees. Brit would be coming down with same of her things soon, Jody sat on the edge of the bed. Her underarms were getting her t-shirt wet. An impulse came over her and she took its hint. She snaked the t-shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. After all, they'd have all the privacy in the world. It was her first real place of her own, even though she was being taken in because of the benevolence of the Russell family and was in some way obligated to them.

Jody rubbed a hand across her belly. It was sweaty, too. She had a nice belly. Fleshed out enough to be what some men might call plush. And yet she wasn't overweight. She didn't even look plump. It was when she was beside her best friend, Brit, that the difference stood out. Really stood out, Jody thought, giggling, touching her breasts. They were full and round and rode high on her chest. Her nipples were as dark as her sunbaked skin and firm even when she wasn't thinking about… boys.

Jody let her fingers rub over one nipple, then moved to the other one. Her thighs were full too, not willowy and thin like Brit's. And her calves swelled against the legs of her jeans. Jody blinked her green eyes and undid the snap of her Levi's. She snaked them down too and then went to the window, feeling a little funny. But there was no one around. No one ever came down through the orchard to the little cabin. And on the other side of the cabin was a dense woods, almost a quarter mile of trees and scrub oak until one came to the highway and the garage Jeb Caruthers operated.

Walking around naked in the cabin gave Jody a flushed, tingly feeling. But that feeling always made her uncomfortable, too. Her only experience with sex had been that of the observer. She'd pushed aside the throw rug in her upstairs room many times in the past few years. Looking down through the old grate, she could see into her mother's bedroom. At fourteen, Jody had watched a man fuck her mother. She didn't know the man's name and he never came around again. It was about then when Jody's opinions of her mother's private life began to take on new meaning. Jody was sixteen now. Just turned sixteen. And a month before she'd seen some things that had truly shocked her.

A man had come to her mother in the night. The lights in the house had been off, but there was always a light from the street which illuminated her mother's bed. The man had undressed her mother and kissed her all over her body. Slowly, he'd kissed her. And Jody's body trembled as she'd knelt on the floor over the grate, her breath only a whisper, her mouth…

The man had brought something to the bed with him, a surprise he told Jody's mother. Jody had watched him touch a button on the slender, smooth vibrator. It looked like a bullet. And when he pushed it against her mother's cunt, there'd been a wet sound and Jody's mouth had fallen open. That long, white thing had slid easily up into her mother's body. Her mother had groaned and writhed on the bed while the man kissed her breasts and worked the thing deeper. Her mother'd dug her heels into the bed and flopped around like a hive of bees had invaded her pussy.

Jody remembered being embarrassed and very excited by what she'd observed. But when the man pulled the thing out and put his mouth down…

Jody blinked rapidly and walked across the cabin again. She hadn't been able to watch any longer when the man had started kissing her mother's cunt. She'd gone back to her bed and tried to sleep and tried to keep her hands off herself. She'd heard stories from girls at school about how a woman could do nice things to her own body if she knew how. Jody had resisted experimenting. There was something about doing that which seemed… wrong. She couldn't say why. Except for that little thing in the Bible about onanism. Brit had showed it to her one day and then laughed and told her it meant when a boy played with his cock until his cum spurted out. Brit thought it must be wonderful to watch something like that. But Brit was kinda crazy. Though they'd never talked about it, Jody knew that her best friend put her fingers in her slit lots of times. At night she'd heard the frail blonde cooing and squirming under the sheet until at last she gave a whimpering sigh and fell silent.

Thinking about all this made Jody feel very strange. Like the morning she'd been making her mother's bed and found that smooth, plastic bullet under a pillow. At first she'd been afraid to touch the thing. And then at last she'd nudged it with a finger and picked it up. It'd felt heavy and cool. She'd returned it to the bed, put the pillow over it and gone about her chores. The following afternoon the authorities had picked up her mother on a charge of prostitution and she'd been taken to the county orphanage for a week. When the case was decided and she'd been allowed to come home to pack, Jody had gone to her mother's bed and taken the vibrator to hide in her bag. She still didn't know why.

"Quit thinking of all this!" she told herself. She talked a lot when she was alone. It was like the good part of her could talk. The naughty part never said a word. It just thought of naughty things to do, naughty things to pretend about. And the naughty part of her was thinking something right now.

Jody went to her suitcase and searched until she'd closed her fingers around the cool, heavy shaft of the vibrator. She went and sat on her bed, looking down at the bullet-shaped thing. A cock. A cock with batteries. A cock that moved without having a man attached. Jody swallowed hard. Her nipples were tingling. She pushed a trembling finger against the switch and sucked a breath in when the cock-thing began to shiver in her grasp. She'd been meaning to just take a look at it. But now that it was buzzing, now that it was so close…

She touched it to the underside of one breast and closed her eyes. It felt… different. Good. Yes, it felt good. She moved it around and felt tiny waves of pleasure sweep across her skin. Then she let it graze a nipple and suddenly a new sensation thrust itself into her consciousness. She'd never felt anything so keenly. Her firm, full body jerked as jolts of electric joy spread through her heaving belly. Droplets of her dewy sex moisture formed in the sparse red curls at the edge of her slit.

"Woooooo… I'd better quit this," said her good part. But it feels so good, said the naughty thoughts that welled up more furiously than ever. Feels so good… to touch… my belly… my thigh… Jody let the tip of the thing wander up against the fluff of her mound.

"Ohhh… Ohhhh God…" Her eyes fluttered rapidly. Her breathing came fast and then stopped. She gasped, panted, choked. Her face felt feverish and flushed and she was sweating under the arms again. She let the smooth, white tip of the bullet slide a little way between the plump outer lips that hid her glossy insides from even her own curious eyes. She'd looked at herself two or three times in her life. She was aware that most sixteen-year-old girls did far more than that. But her good part had always been able to argue down the naughty when it came to carnal curiosity.

Jody gnawed at her bottom lip. Just a little farther, her naughty voice said. It echoed inside her head… little farther, little farther. Jody pushed the buzzing thing and felt the smooth inner surfaces of her cunt slide around the plastic. It brushed the red pinch of her cherry as she slid it towards the top of her crevice. And when she was almost finding the strength to stop, the tingling vibrator rubbed against her clit.

Jody gave a squeal and let herself fall back on the bed, her heels thumping the floor where her legs dangled off the edge of the mattress. She had both hands on the smooth, heavy shaft now, working it over and around and against that little flap of flesh. The tiny nubbin was growing. She could feel the resistance against the bullet as it stiffened and throbbed in the messy seep of her cunt. The shock waves of lust that surged through her body were impassible to resist. She knew her mother's weakness now, she was fighting it herself… and losing!

"Nhuuu… Oh… Ohhh, Jesus help me stop…!" Jody tossed her head, back and forth. Harder, her naughtiness said, faster! Jody got her heels up on the bed and spread her knees wide, gouging frantically with the juice-covered cock thing, moaning. It felt wonderful! Everywhere the buzzing tip touched sent new pleasure exploding through her muscles. She curled her toes, pinching the blanket. And all the while a tiny movie played in her brain. The sight of that white bullet sliding into her mother's body! And the way her mother had twisted and writhed… the sound of her juice smacking around the hard spear of plastic.

"Whooooooo… Ohhhhmmmmm!" She was writhing, too, digging the vibrator up and down the deepest part of her slit. Her mind tumbled with images. Men's cocks. She'd only seen a few and those blurred glimpses through the old grate hadn't educated her much as to how a man was put together. She wasn't like Brit. "I just asked Jerry Tooker to let me see his cock one time," Brit had told her once, going on to describe in detail how it had felt in her fingers. Jody always fell silent when Brit talked like that. Brit was a full year younger than she was and it made her feel uncomfortable that her younger friend was so eager for adventure, so fearless about the things that scared Jody stiff.

These thoughts flickered through her mind and then she had the image of a boy actually making love to her. His hands touched her body and Jody let her own fingers play against her breasts… pretending. She'd never dared to pretend like this before! She was surprised at the power that had invaded her. She felt trembly and weak and helpless as her skin glowed and the thrills pounded in the seeping fever of her cunt.

"Jesus… God… make me stop!" Jody wasn't sure why she called on the Lord for help. She'd never been all that religious, merely picking up scraps in Sunday School. But Jesus and God were the only powers she knew of who might be able to help her. Her own will had certainly gone to hell. Her naughty voice inside was loud and clear and impossible to disobey.

Push… fuck yourself with the cock… harder.

And that's what Jody did. She had her thighs stretched wide now, the tendons standing out like ropes near her flooding pussy. She couldn't seem to touch herself enough with that shivery wand that was shaped like a man's prick. At least it was long and round and rounded at the end. That was all Jody knew about how a man was put together. Her friend Brit assured her there was lots more to it than that, hut Jody hadn't wanted to know.

"Ohhhhh… Ohhhhh fuck!" The word sent a new thrill through her. She couldn't remember ever having said it before. At least not out loud. Her naughty voice had whispered it to her often enough though. And now it seemed to be an exquisitely exciting thing to say aloud.

"Fuck… Ohhh fuck, fuck…!" She writhed on the bed. She moved her ass in circles, feeling the way the tension of her muscles added to the consuming pleasure that built and built and just kept getting better!

The whole underside of her ass and pussy felt like a hive of bees were swarming over every square inch of skin… not stinging her, but tickling her. A tickle that begged to be scratched and yet when it was scratched only grew more intense. The only thing she had to scratch herself with was that trembling vibrator. And Jody shoved it back and forth along the velvet swell of her slit until the juice smacked and crackled.

"Nooo… Ohhhhh… sooo good… it's killing me… killing me…!"

She shoved and jabbed and pressed the tip of the bullet into every fold of seepy flesh. And still the itching madness grew. She was flopping and kicking the bed. Spit flecked her cheeks as she tossed.

"Gotta stop…!" she gasped. Harder, said the naughtiness of her senses, there where your hole would be if you were really fucking! Jody grasped the slippery bullet with both hands and pressed the hardness up against the pinched knot of her cherry.

"Ghuuu… ghhhaaaa… Ohhhhh fuck…"

There was a sudden lurch as the plastic shape speared into her hole. And at the same instant, Jody felt her body overflow, felt the tickling itch turn into an amber, glowing sun that filled her with convulsions of pure pleasure. She was coming! She'd never experienced it before, but she knew! The warm stuff on her fingers was sticky. Blood. Her own blood. Her fingers were up against the ragged edges of her cherry as the vibrator slipped deeper into her body. Jody gasped with the ecstasy that surrounded her like a warm waterfall. She wanted to be ashamed and sorry and appalled at the terrible thing she'd done to herself. But the naughty lust of her body had her completely. The sound of the vibrator smacking and sucking as she fucked herself only made it better.

"Hhhhuuunnnnn…!" She was holding the thing by the round base now, forcing it as far inside her as she could possibly reach. The explosions of pleasure made her grunt and roll around on the bed. She was dimly aware of the blood leaking down her wrist. But she couldn't possibly stop the furiously thrilling movements of the bullet inside her body. She fucked herself with the thing, her head thrown way back, her eyes glazed with enjoyment. Her legs were thrown so wide that her heels dangled off the bed on each side. And she was plunging her ass up and don. Jody knew she'd never learned that movement from anyone. As far as she knew, this was the first time she'd ever done anything like that at all.

"Nhhhuuuu… coming… Ohhhhh… feels sooooo goood!"

And then the waves of pleasure were leaking away… she was more aware of the room around her, the far-off barking of a dog, the hot, wet leak of her blood. Jody forced herself up and looked down at the mess between her legs.

Gingerly, she eased the white bullet out of her body. But it wasn't white anymore. It was streaked and smeared with vivid red. And as she pulled it out, her inner muscles contracted hungrily and another shoot of joy went through her. But now she was feeling fear and shame too strong to indulge in any more pleasure.

"Ohh, what have I done?" A sob caught in her throat. Jody held the vibrator in one hand, her fingers as blood smeared as the glossy shaft. Her outer lips were swollen out as if something had bitten them. And she could see the more delicate inner petals, the glossy seep of her juices mingling with the red. "Jesus God… Ohhh noooo!" The tears flooded down her cheeks. She let her head fall forward, let the vibrator slip from her bloody fingers. Her breasts shivered as she sobbed.

The footsteps on the porch came too quick for her to hide her awful wound. And then Brit bounced into the room and Jody looked up, feeling the awful embarrassment, but wanting help from her friend, too. For an instant she was almost sick to her stomach.

"Oh Brit!" she bawled, "look what's happened!"