"Tied up virgins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER TWO

On her way through the orchard, Brit had felt the familiar tug. It was almost physical, this tug. Like a force that overcame her any time it wanted. She loved it, loved this for… or whatever it was. Because it felt so lovely to give in to it. Brit had always given in. That very morning she'd been scrubbing and singing in the tub, thinking of the summer ahead, happy that her friend Jody was going to be the same as a sister now… she was thinking all this when the tickle came. Brit had gotten expert at making the tickle good and making it last.

This time she used the shampoo hose, directing a steady stream of hot water against her clit. She'd rested back in the tub, her knees draped over the sides, feet dripping water onto the linoleum while her mother hollered from downstairs that breakfast was ready.

"Okay mama!" she yelled back, letting the jet of water arc up and splatter on one of her breasts. The warm tingle made the nipple puff out a little. The pinkness took on a slightly darker hue and the wrinkles stretched smooth. If only she had big boobs like Jody.

Soap helped make her come better. She used it her titties, sudsing her free hand thoroughly and rubbing it back and forth over the super-sensitive nipples until the foamy froth trickled down her body and the jetting stream of the shampoo hose brought the maddeningly wonderful spasms rushing through her cunt.

That morning she'd made it happen fast because her mother had been hollering about breakfast. But sometimes she would tease herself for fifteen minutes tickling and nabbing and driving her senses wild with hungry anticipation.

But she hadn't made it halfway through the orchard when the feeling came over her again. She had on a light spring dress, sleeveless and airy, fluttering against her thighs as she ran. Maybe that was it, maybe the dress was to blame.

Brit felt wonderful that morning. The summer was ahead of her, and it would be wonderful to share that cabin with Jody, to be all alone now that she was maturing. Her brother had been bothering her lately. She'd always ignored his threats before. He'd warned her often that she'd better not go off and fuck anybody 'cause if he found out, he'd beat up the boy and make a lot of trouble for her at home. Brit couldn't understand why he was so freaked out about her having dates. He went out and did it with girls all the time. She knew. She'd heard the talk at school. So Darren had been keeping up that kind of rap and she was used to it. But then lately he'd started spying on her too. Once he'd almost caught her playing with herself in bed. He'd asked her roughly what she'd been doing and Brit had finally lied and told him that her Kotex had been itching her. What a bum to peck on her in the privacy of her own bedroom.

But there'd be no more of that kind of crap. She and Jody had that cabin in the orchard all to themselves. And Jody knew what Brit did to herself. Though they'd never discussed it much, Brit found a kind of excitement in being secretly watched by her older girlfriend. She wondered if Jody was envious of her secret knowledge. Jody was pretty straight when it came to sex.

Brit thought of all these things as she danced through the trees. But again her skirt blew between her thighs and made her swallow. She looked both ways. The trees hid her from sight of the house and the cabin. She could do anything she wanted. And she did. She pushed her hand under the elastic of her panties and walked along, a finger gently brushing her clit. It seemed a terribly daring thing to do. Brit loved things that were dangerous. And it felt so good, too!

"Mmmm… I'm just leaking all over myself," she whispered, licking her lips. Her blonde hair trailed behind her in the breeze as she teased herself and wandered towards the cabin. She knew she could stop and lean against a tree and finish the job easily. But in a way it was nicer to put it off. Then when she decided to finish the job later, she'd be that much hungrier for release.

Brit smelled her fingers, smiled, and came out of the trees. She felt so delicious!

When she saw Jody on the bed, her legs spread, blood smeared down her thighs, Brit stopped breathing far a second. She'd seen her best friend naked lots of times. But there was something about this nakedness – the erotic sprawl of the redhead's limbs – that touched off a fire in her chest.

"Jody! Honey, what's wrong?"

"Ohh Brit… I… I…" The redhead dropped her eyes and something heavy rolled from her fingers and struck the floor. Brit hurried over and picked the thing up. It was sticky with Jody's blood. Though Brit never really seen a vibrator before, she knew at once what it was. She blushed, embarrassed for Jody. And she felt a little thrill too. A thrill that underneath her friend's facade of casual disinterest in sex, there was something else working. Then she looked at the damp, blood tinged curls, between Jody's thighs. She could see the tiny petals near the girl's just-broken cherry. And this time Brit felt a pang of envy. She'd wished many times that she could get her little hymen out of the way. But somehow she'd quite found the nerve to do it herself. Maybe she was waiting for it to happen with a boy. She was pretty romantic about such things as that.

"Honey, it's okay… you won't die or anything." Brit sat down on the bed and hugged Jody's shoulders. Then she started laughing. "Look, don't mind me. I was just thinking how you're always so shy about… well, you know. Sex! And now I come in and…" The two girls looked at each other. Jody's mouth curved into a smile and then they were giggling together.

"I didn't know what was happening. I really felt a little crazy for a while," Jody told Brit. Brit patted and hugged and nuzzled her.

"That's the way it happens to me. I just start fooling around and pretty soon I'm not the same person. I really get wiped out when everything starts tingling and itching…"

"Yeah, that's what happened to me. It started itching real bad…" Jody sniffled and wiped a hand under her note.

They talked for a while about what had happened. Brit took Jody to the bathroom and helped her clean up. She couldn't keep her eyes off of that wonderful wound her redheaded friend had jabbed in herself. At last she bit her lip and begged Jody to let her take a closer look.

"Yeah… I guess it's okay…" Jody's eyes fluttered shyly. Brit made her sit down and got down on her knees in front of her. Gently she pushed Jody's legs apart.

"Wooooo… it still hurts a little," Jody breathed.

"Ohhh, wow! It's beautiful!"

"What are you talking about, Brit?" Jody shuddered. "It must look awful! I stuck a hole in myself with that damned old… thing."

"Maybe you're better off without one…"

Brit peered at the ragged edge of skin that had protected Jody's virgin depths for years. Inside the hole seemed closed, surrounded by spongy dark lining. It still looked pretty tight.

"You sure you could fit that vibrator inside?" Brit asked, biting her lip in concentration.

"It went in easy! It scared me it went in so easy!" Jody shuddered again and closed her legs. "Is the bleeding stopped?"

"Yeah, you didn't bleed all that much really." Brit got up and picked up the vibrator from the edge of the sink. She held it under the warm water until all the red was washed away. Then she made a circle with her fingers and slid the thing in and out.

"Ohhh, don't do that," Jody gasped. "You make me remember…"

"How did it feel?" Brit interrupted. She fucked the switch on the bullet and closed her eyes. The buzz of the thing against her palm felt fantastic. "What would it feel like up inside a girl's body?"

"How did it feel? Well… it was… it was…"

Jody ran a hand over her hair: "It really is kind of hard to describe."

"I'll bet," Brit said, switching the thing off and putting it back on the sink. "You know, all this makes me want to… want to feel it too."

"You don't know what you're saying…"

"I do too know what I'm saying. I want to get fucked!" The admission made the blood rush to Brit's small tits. She was breathing hard, walking around in the bathroom while her redheaded friend watched in amazement. "I want to get fucked by a boy… but I'm scared, too."

This was the lint time Jody had ever heard Brit admit fear of any kind. "You? Scared?"

Brit hugged herself, nodded. "Yep. I never mentioned it before. I had a chance a year ago to get fucked. But at the last minute, I looked at that guy's cock and… I just went all freaky." She sucked in a long breath. "It looked so… big!"

"As big as… that?" Jody threw the vibrator a glance.

"Rigger. At least in some places." Brit saw Jody's puzzlement and smiled. She picked up the vibrator. "See a man is different… here." She made a circle with her fingers at the smooth tip of tire plastic cock. "This guy was all swelled out at the end. His cock had a kind of crown on it." Both girls giggled. "It was like a knob or a crown or a barb or something. It was all dark purple and really, really big!" Brit swallowed and remembered the moment when that boy had shoved that thing against her belly. "I just knew it wouldn't fit up inside me. I… I was afraid it would hurt. Did this plastic thing hurt?" Brit asked.

For Jody it was a new experience to be asked questions about sex from Brit. Brit had been the authority on such matters up until now. But then Brit was still a virgin and Jody had gone beyond that point forever.

"It hurt a little." Jody blushed violently. "But it was making me feel so… good… that I can't remember much."

They went in the other room. Brit watched Jody pull on a pair of panties and her jeans. Brit felt like throwing her silky skirt off and falling on the bed and plunging her hot little slit full of fingers. But she couldn't. Jody would be embarrassed. Brit thought about this for a split second. Why couldn't she do it to herself with Jody around? Wasn't it about time everything was brought up front? They talked about everything that had to do with sex… well almost everything.

"Jody," Brit said, her voice tight with the electricity of the moment. "I've got to lie down… and… do something to myself…"

"I'll leave," Jody said, getting up.

"No… don't leave. Talk to me."

"Talk to you?"

"About… the things you talk about in your sleep," Brit said, watching for Jody's reaction. Jody stopped breathing.

"I didn't know I talked in my sleep," she said.

Brit smiled, flopped onto the bed and inched her filmy short skirt up. "You do alright. And it really turns me on. Tell me about the guy who…"

"I don't want to!" Jody cried. She was out of the room before Brit could stop her. Brit went to the bed and sat on the edge, brooding. She felt bad about disturbing Jody like that. But damnit, they should be honest, about such things. They were best friends, weren't they?

Brit went down the steps and started through the orchard again. Her mother had gone shopping in town and her father was sleeping late while Juanita cleaned the house. Juanita had been in the United States for exactly one month now. Brit guessed the girl was nineteen or twenty. Her father had gone down to Laredo for festival when great numbers of Mexican nationals came across the bridge to party. And he'd come jack with Juanita. Brit's mother hadn't been so hot on the idea at first, but when Juanita dug into the chores, the protestations ended. After all, with a maid around the place her mother could spend more time shopping and playing cards and doing whatever else it was she liked to do. She had never understood her mother. She felt she was more like her father.

She padded up the steps and into the house. The kitchen was empty and so was the downstairs bedroom. Out of mild curiosity, Brit mounted the stairs. Her bare foot had just reached the top one when she knew where Juanita was. She was in her father's bedroom.

"Pleeze Meester Russell… don't make me do thees…"

"Now listen honey, I brought you up here. You gonna do what I tell you to do…"

Brit's belly went tight. The hair at the nape of her neck tickled. She took the final step to the second-floor hall and pressed her coltish body against the wall. Then she inched towards the open door of her father's bedroom. It wasn't open very wide. But it was wide enough for her to see Juanita's brown foot pointed back against the mattress. The small, lithe girl was sitting on her heels, her ebony hair cascading prettily over her shoulders. Brit edged closer.

"Meester Russell… I don't want to."

"Come on you act like you ain't never had one in your mouth before."

A burny, hot feeling rushed over Brit's white skin. She was panting. She tried to lick her lips, but her mouth was dry. She dared to get close enough to the dour so that she could see the two figures on the bed. The moment she saw her father's naked form, Brit felt dizzy. She'd seen her father partly undressed before. But now she realized she'd never really had a good look at his cock. It rested between the brown palms of the pretty Mexican girl. A strange thought passed through Brit's mind. Part of her had come through that thing the girl held… her daddy's cum made up half her genes. And now he wanted Juanita to suck it. Brit closed her eyes. But she couldn't keep them shut for long.

"I can't Meester Russell!"

"Okay, we'll see about what you can and can't do!" Brit covered her mouth with her hand as she watched her father grab the struggling Mexican girl. She whimpered helplessly as he forced her arms behind her back and tied them with the pillowcase.

"Nooo… please don't Meester Russell…"

"You brown bitch… I'll make you do I whatever I want you to and like it." He forced Juanita down on her knees on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed with his knees apart. Brit couldn't believe that her father could act like that. He'd always been so gentle with her, his daughter. He shoved his fingers into Juanita's black hair and twisted the shiny strands around until the young girl's mouth flew open in pain. She rocked back and forth on her knees, her arms jerking in the tight bonds that kept her wrists against the small of her back.

"Now… suck!"

"Nooo… Ohhhh… ghuuuu…!" Juanita threw her head back and forth as Brit watched her father pull the girl forward. His cock brushed her cheek, her lips. It was white along the shaft, swollen and dark at the tip. The tip was like the one she'd told Jody about. Flared, dangerously big. At last the pain was too much for Juanita and she let the throbbing crown push against her closed lips. Her teeth parted and Brit saw the girl slide her tongue out under the two fat lobes at the underside of the head. Her father got a funny look on his face. His eyes closed and his nostrils flared. He pulled Juanita forward against him and Brit had to smother a squeal of excitement as she saw the barbed tip slide between Juanita's lips and out of sight. There was a soft, sucking sound and a rivulet of spit trickled down the brown girl's chin.

"Mmmmmnnnnuuu!"

"Yeah baby, suck it, suck it good!"

Brit was ashamed and shocked and devastated by what she was observing. But between her thighs something altogether different was happening. The blonde down that lined the edges of her cuntlips had gotten damp. When she rocked her hips, juice oozed into the silk crotch of her panties.

"Ohhh God… what's happening to me?" she whispered.

Brit's father scooted to the very edge of the mattress so be could put his knees on either side of Juanita's head and squeeze a little. His legs were draped over the girl's pretty back. His hands were still deeply tangled in her hair. She was helpless and, as she angled her head, Brit heard more of the crackling, suckling sounds. Her father was pushing Juanita's head up and down with a steady rhythm. More spit trickled down the girl's chin and dripped to her thighs. She had a look of sadness in her eyes, but there was something else too… a fire that seemed to make her skin flush. Her brown nipples jutted sharply upwards and Brit hadn't noticed that they'd looked like that before.

The girl's breathing was different too. Her short, brown nose was flared at the nostrils and her eyes shut tight. Brit watched her father pull Juanita head forward again and her shoulders shook as she gagged on the huge thing that was poking into her throat.

"Gh… Uhhnnnnnn!"

"Oh God," Brit whispered to herself, "oh God, God, God, I don't believe it!" Her daddy's stomach heaved as the Mexican girl's plump lips curved around the tip of his prick again, as her tongue lapped the underside with glossy spit. The thrashing of the girl's arms behind her back excited Brit in a way she didn't understand. Why should it excite her to see someone tied up like that? But the thrills made her skin burn and she was pushing a hand under her skirt, under the elastic band of her panties.

"Ohhhhh… God… yessss!" she breathed, letting her middle finger glide into the slick, smooth mess between her outer lips. The velvet lining was hot to the touch and when she rubbed her clit, it throbbed with hot life. But at the same time she felt wrong… perverse. To watch her own father make that poor Mexican girl… suck his cock.

Then everything changed before her eyes. Her father grabbed the Mexican girl by the shoulders and jerked her up onto the bed on her back. Brit could hardly watch as he pinched her mouth so he could get his cock in again. Then that swollen, dark tip pushed between Juanita's spit drenched lips and Brit trembled as she watched her father lunge with his hips. His cock was long and slender. It went to the back of Juanita's throat and he kept it there, jabbing and rolling his hips while the brown girl flopped convulsively.

"It's… awful…" Brit sighed, fingering her little clit harder than ever, plunging her firm bottom in and out instinctively. Her ass cheeks flattened against the wall each time she humped. Her finger fanned the tiny pinch of sensitive meat that made the storms rage through her body.

Her daddy's cock was pulled back until Brit could see the shiny, veined surface. She could see the swollen, taut head resting on Juanita's bottom lip. The girl turned her big brown eyes up to him for mercy. He pushed his cock between her teeth again, brought it back. Then Brit saw the tiny droplet grow at the slit. It was milky-looking and she knew it was the stuff babies were made out of… the stuff she'd been made out of.

"I gotta get out of here," Brit whispered to herself. But she didn't move. Her bare toes were splayed against the floor, her hips rocked gently against her probing middle finger. She leaned against the wall and watched.

Juanita saw the droplet too… or tasted it. She threw her head around and started to whimper. Brit's eyes widened as she saw her daddy force the girl's mouth open again and slide the tip of his cock into it enough so that the first powerful fountain of cream poured onto her tongue.

"Noooooo… yyyuuuuuu!"

"She's d-d-drinking it," Brit gasped under her breath. The brown girl's throat, pumped as she forced the stuff down. Brit wondered what it must taste like. Rut her thoughts were like wild horses. She couldn't forget that this was her daddy making the poor, bound girl eat his cum! And the sounds she made…!

Brit saw some of the thick stuff hanging from Juanita's chin. More was leaking from the corner of the girl's mouth. It looked stringy and slick. Brit felt slightly sick. But the sickness was only with her for a moment. The excitement was stronger, more insistent. She rubbed her firm young ass against the wall and gouged her clit unmercifully with her middle finger and thumb.

"Uuuuuu… nhuuuu…" She knew she could come like that. Watching her very own father mouth fuck the Mexican maid. It was horrible. But terribly exciting. Brit wondered if maybe she had weird ideas about her daddy that she'd never faced consciously before. After a moment she decided that she didn't. It was merely the shape and appearance of the male cock as it slid in and out of Juanita's mouth. It was the groan of her father and the loose swing of his balls against the underside of the Mexican girl's chin. They slapped when they hit her there. And the cum crackled and slurped as more hot seed flooded out.

"Ohhhmmmm!" Juanita groaned, jerking her bound wrists. They were crushed under her body, making her more helpless than ever. She kicked her knees high as the slender prick speared her throat again.

Another jolt of pleasure made Brit's knees tremble. She pushed herself away from the wall and started back towards the stairs. But at the last second, she glimpsed the figures in the bedroom. She saw the fountaining strings of white jizz leaping from the tip of her father's cock. She saw the pool of white curds overflow from Juanita's mouth. She heard the gurgling noise as the brown-skinned beauty tried to gulp the stuff down, choked and spilled it from the corners of her lips. The slick, glossy stuff cascaded down her chin and neck and hung on the big nipples of her tits.

Brit got to the bottom of the stairs and then ran. There was a funny feeling that kept trying to surface. A feeling she'd never had before. It had to do with her daddy and all the years she'd never suspected that he had a side to him like she'd just seen. But more than that, she was excited by what she would have to tell her best friend, Jody. She could almost see Jody's eyes bugging out of her head.

She hurried through the orchard and came up to the small cabin from the back. And there on his tiptoes, peeking in the window was a slender, sunburned boy. At first Brit didn't recognize him. Then she saw the small scar on his back, the way his baggy jeans hung from his hips. Billy Caruthers. He stayed with his older brother at the garage on the highway since the family had dissolved some years ago. He was a sort of orphan, even though he was looked after by kin. He was a curious kid of twelve who hung around the neighboring farina out of boredom.

"Billy!" Brit said, coming towards him. The boy turned, blushed and took to his heels. Brit cocked her head at him as he disappeared into the woods in the direction of his older brother's garage. "I wander what he was peeking at?" she mused aloud. Brit went to the window and put her fingers on the edges of the sill.

Jody was on her stomach on a bunk. She was naked. And between her parted thighs, Brit could see the white vibrator. It was deep in the redhead's body and the girl's shaking fingers urged it slowly in and out as she rolled her full bottom slowly. A groan shuddered in the room and then another. Brit bit her lip and smiled. That little bastard Billy had really been getting an eyeful alright.

And the more she thought of him watching Jody, the hotter Brit got. She found herself thinking of that lean, sun-kissed male body. She'd always thought of Billy. But now her thoughts covered him in a completely different way. Had he had a hardon? Of course! He must've had one! Brit swallowed and went around to the front porch and sat down. The door was cracked a little and she could hear the final gasps as Jody pushed her young body over the line. There was a bang as the vibrator slid to the floor. Then more moans and finally only breathing. And sighs.

Brit put her chin in her hands. She was wondering what Billy Caruthers looked like without his clothes. She wondered if he had any hair on his cock, like she had on her cunt. She didn't have much. And because it was blonde you could hardly see it.

Wouldn't it be nice to touch Billy's little cock, Brit thought. Yes, it would be. But he's too young, she quickly corrected. Or was he? He was looking in the window at Jody, wasn't he? He must've known what she was doing.

Inside the room, Brit heard the sound of jeans being pulled on. She waited a few minutes more and then made a noise going up the stairs.

"Jody?" she began, smiling mischievously, "I think we should capture Billy Caruthers and make him sleep with us tonight!"

Jody turned to stare, her green eyes wide, her mouth open slightly.

"You gotta be kidding!"

"I've got to get fucked sometime!" Brit said. She noticed the spot of moisture on the bedspread but didn't say anything. "I mean, you've got that… that thing with batteries in it. But me, I don't have anything."

Jody blushed as if she'd realized that Brit knew what she'd just been doing to herself… for the second time that day! Brit smiled to let her know that it was alright.

"That plastic cock must be pretty good," Brit said, "but think of how it must feel to have a real one." She hugged her shoulders and shivered.

"Quit talking like that," Jody scolded. "He's just a… a kid, Brit."

"A girl's got to start somewhere!" she said and watched Jody's face break into a grin.