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

CHAPTER FOUR

It was Friday morning when Brit's daddy asked her to take the truck to town and pick up a part for the tractor. It had arrived on the Greyhound the afternoon before and he needed it before he could start baling the season's first cutting of alfalfa. Jody was still sleeping when Brit brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and slipped into a worn-out pair of shorts. She added a skimpy bikini top to her ensemble and a pair of sandals. Then she headed to the house.

Her mother wasn't up yet. Brit knew because when she came up the back steps, her father was standing with his arms around Juanita while she tried to cook breakfast at the stove. Brit felt the same mixed-up emotions about watching through the screen. Her dad was feeling the Mexican girl's leg under her short dress. It gave Brit the shivers to watch his fingers caress the brown skin and then push higher.

"Meester Russell… please… I must cook eggs…"

"You lovely bitch… you lovely brown bitch!" he murmured, pushing the black hair away from her neck so he could kiss her there. Juanita smiled and gave a little groan. Then she dropped the spatula and turned, thrusting her hips up against him.

Brit made a noise before she opened the back door. Now her dad was clear across the room, pretending to look at some mail. Brit thought it was funny how Juanita didn't seem to mind her dad this morning after the way he had been kinda mean to the girl the time before. She didn't know anything about grownups.

Juanita avoided Brit's eyes while breakfast was served. Brit ate quick, got her father's keys and got the hell out. She was looking forward to driving to town by herself. She always had liked driving the rattly old pickup. She didn't have a license, but Hillsborough had only two cops and they all knew what went on. As long as you weren't doing something really awful, you could slide. Brit wondered if the local cops would consider what she'd done to Billy Caruthers bad.

She started the truck and wound down their lane to the highway. Then she headed west to town, the vent windows turned in to blow her hair and cool the sweat under her arms. She had to work the pedals on tip-toes and clutch with both hands to the wheel, peering over as best she could. Trucks and cars whizzed by. She felt grown up. And the achy soreness between her thighs thrilled her every time she moved. She really was grown up!

A couple of guys hanging around the depot whistled at her as she horsed the package back to the truck and hefted it in. She gave them a smile and they whistled again. A couple of high-school dropouts who didn't do anything. They'd end up like a lot of old men she'd seen around. They were still standing against the bank building after fifty years. These guys were headed down the same road. Brit decided she wouldn't even let them lick the sweat out from under her armpits. That made her laugh and she giggled all the way out of town.

The gas gauge was bobbing on empty when she came near Jeb Caruthers' garage. She wasn't really far from home, but she knew Daddy liked to keep the tank full so she wheeled into the rutted drive and bounced to a stop by the pumps. Jeb was talking to a couple of good old boys in the garage. He wiped his hands on a rag and sauntered up. Brit thought of Billy then and her heart gave a little jerk when Jeb leaned at the window. But she was pretty darn sure that Billy would've never told anyone about what had happened two nights ago. If she'd suspected he might spill the beans, she never would've come to Jeb's garage for gas.

"Fill her up?" Jeb asked, changing his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

"Could you put it on Daddy's bill?"

"Sure, Brit." The pump went into the hole and she heard the pump running. When she turned, Jeb was looking hard at her, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"God damn it, girl, you have growed up some since I last saw you."

Brit blushed. She hardly ever blushed. But Jeb had really laid it on her. She finally managed a smile for him and went back to watching the gas needle climb towards full.

"You shouldn't oughta leave the key on," Jeb kidded, winking. "Bad for the points."

"I didn't know that," Brit said, switching it off. "Bad for anybody to have juice running while their motor's off." Jeb winked again. He was looking at the skimpy band that covered her breasts. Brit pumped out her chest, wishing she had more to show off. Jeb stuck the nozzle back in the pump and twisted on her gas cap. At that very moment, Willy Steam rolled into the station in his patrol car. Willy had been a cop around Hillsborough ever since he'd gotten out of high school.

"Hey Will," Jeb called, "you better check this young Jody's license. She looks awful young to me."

Brit squirmed nervously in the seat, pulled at her hair. Will got out of his car and swaggered up. He pushed his hat back and leaned in the truck window.

"Okay, little Jody, let's have it." Jeb broke up then and a couple of guys standing over by the garage started drifting over. Brit reddened. She knew she was being poked fun at, but she had to go along with it. After all, she didn't have a license. She pouted prettily and shrugged.

"I don't have anything to show you."

"She don't have a license," Will cracked to Jeb. "But I guess we could let her off if she showed us something." The two men slapped their thighs and stomped around in the dust.

"I think you oughta interrogate her for a while," Jeb suggested. The two of them nodded. Will opened the truck door and slipped a handcuff over Brit's slender wrist. She sighed and let him lead her to the patrol car. Then Will ran the bunch of good old boys back out of the way. Brit sat in the patrol car, her wrists cuffed together. She thought that the joke had gone a little far, but again, what could she do? The boys were getting a big kick out of her. They were standing by the front of the car whispering and nodding and looking at her from time to time. Then Will came around and leaned in the window.

"Well Brit, I wanted to run you in." Will was trying to keep from smiling. But she knew it was all put on. Will hadn't arrested anybody for driving without a license since he'd started his job.

"Yeah," he drawled, "I was all for letting you rot in jail a little. But Jeb over here defended you. He said that you'd be willing to give us a little security. So's we'd know you'll go straight when we let you go." Will licked his lips. His hair was black and curly and came down the sides of his cheeks in long sideburns.

"Security?" Brit jingled the handcuffs. "I don't have anything… I told you that."

"Oh yes you do." Will's eyes searched her body hungrily. Brit felt her thighs tingle as he scanned the tight V her cotton shorts made at her crotch. "You give me the panties you got on and I'll let you go."

"Listen Will, I think this little joke's gone far enough… I…"

"What joke?" till had successfully smothered any hint of humor. But felt a nasty little current in the air. "So if you'll kindly skin off your panties and put them in the glove compartment. I'll undo those cuffs." He pushed himself away from the car.

"You're crazy, Will! If you think I'm gonna…"

"I'll take Jeb over here and leave you be. Nobody's looking." His face was stone serious. Brit was mad. But there she sat in the back seat of that patrol car handcuffed. And she was breaking the law. Though no one in the county bothered much with that sort of thing, she was technically in the wrong.

"Will!" she called, but he was already swaggering over. They motioned all the gawkers back inside the garage. "Well shit," she said aloud, "if I've got to do it, I might as well get started."

It wasn't easy getting her shorts down. The handcuffs were more in the way than she'd thought they'd be. But she managed to squirm the things off and then get her panties off too. She stopped every so often to see if anyone was trying to peek. But the car was under a big elm tree and no one was anywhere close. She had a little protection behind the front seat. And she hurried. At last she had her shorts up again and the button buttoned. She held her pale yellow panties up and felt her face get hot. They were her favorite pair. The bikini kind that didn't contain enough filmy nylon to tie up a sack lunch in. But what embarrassed her more than that was the fact that she'd, had them on that morning when she'd awakened early and gotten the urge to play a little. So she'd played. Jody had been snoring softly in the next bed and Brit had found her friend's vibrator and pushed it down under the covers. She'd been afraid to turn it on for fear of awakening Jody. But the smooth cock-shaped plastic had felt wonderful nibbling against the raw edges of her newly broken cherry. She'd just pushed it up under a leg of her panties and then deep into her shivering body. It hadn't taken her but a minute or two to come. And then she'd splurged and made herself climax a second time. When she was finished, her panties were a sloppy mess. And she hadn't bothered changing them before taking the truck to town. They were the very panties she held up before her face now.

"Shit," she mumbled and leaned across the front seat to shove them into the glove compartment like Will had directed. Then she honked the horn and sat back down.

Will and Jeb came over at a trot. Jeb looked in the glove box, whistled and shut it again. Will unlocked the handcuffs and patted Brit on the shoulder.

"If people would just cooperate with the law like you do, Brit, we'd have a better community to live in. I'm gonna recommend you get an award of recognition from the mayor."

"You'd just better damn well not tell anybody whose panties those are," Brit snapped, her jaw stuck out.

"We won't tell a soul," Jeb chimed in. "This is all undercover, see." The two of them laughed like high school kids. Brit stomped back to the pickup and started the engine.

Brit threw gravel getting out of the station. She wasn't breathing right again until she'd pulled into the farm road leading home. But her nerves didn't stay steady for very long. Because she heard her brother's voice as she came up the porch stairs.

"Come on Juanita, my dad's out working on the tractor and mom's gone to town. Nobody'll know anything."

"Darren… Pleeze… stop keesing me."

Brit went around to the other entrance and let the screen door close quietly. Then she tiptoed down the hall to the kitchen. She could peer in and see everything. And there was a lot to see!

Her brother Darren was standing behind Juanita with nothing on but his jockey shorts! Juanita was pretending to try to work at the kitchen sink, but now she was just bracing herself with her arms as Darren pulled her skirt up to completely expose her bottom. Brit stopped breathing for a second when she saw that Juanita wasn't wearing any panties. The girl's smooth, firm ass cheeks were like those of a statue. She could understand why Darren must like to touch them. And he was touching!

"I'd eat your pussy anytime!" he breathed, pushing his chest up against her back. The dress was pulled higher. Brit saw the front of her brother's shorts all pushed out and when he turned, she saw that the purple head of his cock was sticking out above the elastic band.

"You must let me work now, Darren. You should go get dressed."

"Baby, you smell so good!" Darren had his hand between her thighs now and Brit saw a shiver run through Juanita's body. Her head fell a little to one side and she closed her eyes. Darren's fingers worked upwards. There was a soft snick of something wet. Juanita let out a lungful of air and dropped a glass into the sink. Her ass muscles clenched and she shuddered again. Then Darren was panting and shoving his shorts down.

Brit's little pussy was overflowing with juice. She felt the hot lines of butter running down one thigh. Without any panties to soak up her excitement it dripped out freely, even wetting her ankle now. She leaned against the wall and see-sawed her thighs together, letting the dainty inner linings make a tantalizing friction against her clit.

"Noooo… Darren…" Juanita was leaning down over the sink now, her brown bottom pushed way out. Darren had crammed her skirt higher and he was trying to bend his legs enough to get his cockhead under her mound from behind. Brit had never seen anything so sexy in her life! The pretty, mature curves of the girl seemed to contrast with her muscled body. He was young and hungry for the girl. Brit knew how he felt. She'd felt the same frenzied lust for Billy Caruthers that night in the cabin. Darren kicked Juanita's feet wider apart. The two of them were barefoot and that made the scene that much more delicious. Brit moaned quietly and jerked her shorts up hard so that the cotton would shove between her slit to soak up some of her juices.

"Take it easy, baby," Darren soothed, slipping a hand against her belly as he got the head of his cock in position. Brit could see what was happening easily. She was hidden behind the door, peeking through the crack by the hinges. She couldn't have been over five feet away. She was close enough to smell the musky aroma of Juanita's heat.

"You shouldn't… Darren… pleeze…"

"You want it as bad as I do!" he grunted and Brit heard the flared head of his prick suck into the hollow that led up into the heat of Juanita's lovely body. The girl shuddered as Darren centered his tip and bent his knees more. When Brit saw her lift herself up on tiptoes and lean even farther over the sink, she had to shove a hand under her shorts and claw her outer lips open.

"Don't hurt me…" Juanita gasped. Her black hair hung down on each side of her face. Then Darren brought his hips under and up, straightening his legs at the same time. Juanita's feet came off the floor and she bent her knees sharply, kicking out her heels behind. Brit heard the slippery sound of something hot and hard slipping into Juanita's body. She was almost leaning down into the sink now, groaning and gasping as Darren lunged again and again, driving his cock into the yielding, dripping meat of the Mexican girl's pussy.

Brit saw it going in. It made her feel faint and dizzy. It wasn't at all like Billy Caruthers' slender little cock. It was thick and long and the flared part bulged out more from the shaft as it forced Juanita's petals apart. Now that swollen barb was up inside the girl's body. What must it feel like, Brit wondered. The look on Juanita's face said it felt like heaven. She leaned clear over the sink now, her lips hanging open, her eyes closed. Small, strangled grunts came from her throat as Darren held her hips with both hands and ground upwards with powerful movements of his body.

"Christ… you're hot… you're deep and hot and good," he gasped. Juanita's feet still dangled an inch or two from the floor. Every so often she kicked a heel up and then let it flop down again. The smacking, sucking noise around the edges of her pussy had grown much louder. Brit saw the slickness shining on her brother's cock every time he pulled it out to shove it deep again. Brit covered her mouth with a hand and then began to chew on a finger. Now this was fucking! This was really fucking! If only Billy had acted like that the other night in the cabin. If only Jody could see this! Brit worked a finger up into her taint. It hurt a little when she pushed past the broken edge of her cherry, but the pain was soon replaced by a glowing tingle that spread with every beat of her heart.

She sucked her fingers back and forth in the flooding juices, liking the way the slickness felt, liking the way the velvety inner surfaces rubbed when she squeezed her mound together with thumb and first finger and massaged it.

"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned, "Ohhhhh God, fucking is the best thing in the world." She said it even though she wasn't really fucking at all.

Then she remembered the fantastic spectacle there in the kitchen and shoved her face close to the crack in the door again.

"Don't make a baby, Darren… eef you do, your father wool tell me to leave… go back to Mexico…"

"I'll never let that happen," Darren sighed, kissing the girl's neck from behind. "I love you, Juanita!"

"You say that now… with your cock een my body!"

"I mean it, no bullshit!"

"Ohhhhh… Ohhhhhh eet's killing me!" Juanita laid her head down on the counter and shoved her hands down between her thighs. Brit held her breath as she watched the pretty girl trace her fingers across the place where her softness had been speared. She touched the sides of Darren's cock and felt the swollen lips of her pussy where they clung to the glossy shaft.

"Ohhh… you're so beeg!"

"I love you, Juanita… love you… love you…!" Darren held her waist now as he thrust and speared and fucked. Brit thought she would faint if she couldn't come herself. She was rolling her fingers frantically in the mushy depths of her hot pussy. She loved the tickle that was building around her clit. Her eyes were half-closed, open just enough to watch what her brother was doing to the hired girl. She wondered vaguely what her father would do if he caught his son knocking off a piece over the breakfast dishes. Especially since Dad had been fooling round with Juanita himself.

Darren's jockey shorts had slipped down and off one foot. When he moved, the shorts dangled from his other ankle. Brit was surprised at the way her brother moved. He was really a sexy guy to look at, though she'd never thought of him like that before. He seemed to know just what he was doing. And he sure did have Juanita won over.

She was panting loudly now and wiggling her plump, pretty ass around in feverish circles as that white cock slid slowly in and out of her pussy! The juices streamed down her thighs and made Darren's balls glisten. The musk, of fucking was thick in the air. And when Brit saw her jerk open the front of her blouse and start pinching her big brown nipples, she sensed that Juanita was going to come!

"Darren… Nhhuuu… Ohhhhh…!" Her head flopped. "I'm comeeeng!" Her narrow back arched so much that Brit thought it would break. Then she snapped her ass up and down viciously. It was as if she was trying to break Darren's cock off and keep it inside her. Darren held onto her writhing brown body and fucked like a maniac. He discovered that Juanita had opened her blouse and he grabbed one tit and squeezed it as he fucked. Juanita seemed to like this.

"Faster, Darren!" she moaned. She had pushed her body back away from the counter edge and clung to it with her fingertips, her back bent forward at the hips at a right angle, feet spread wide as she held herself up on tiptoes. Darren humped and fucked with the power of a pile-driver. Brit felt her little nubbin heating up rapidly. She lightened the friction until the tickle was building lots slower. Then she looked again through the door crack.

Juanita had already come. And then she'd sensed that Darren had been about to unload his jizz inside her womb. Brit saw her turned around now, Darren's cock clenched tightly in her hands.

"Let me get it in again!" he pleaded, fighting her back against the wall.

"No darleeng… Juanita doesn't want a babeeee!"

"Jesus… fucking… Christ…!" Darren shoved his balls against her hip and pumped. At the same time Juanita jacked the slickly coated shaft of his prick as he tried to force her to his will.

"Ohhhhh," Brit breathed as she felt her own excitement reach a pinnacle and then burst over. Her thighs burned like a hundred butterflies were tickling her. Then an amber glow of pleasure grew into paradise all along the insides of her pussy. She was still looking through heavy lids at what was happening in the kitchen. Juanita was still jacking Darren's cock as he shoved it against her belly. And then Brit saw it erupt with white cum. The spurt boiled a foot into the air, covered Juanita's breasts with white strings. Some plopped heavily to the linoleum. And more fountained over the Mexican girl's brown fingers. But she never stopped pumping the circle of her hand. Brit could hear the sticky slap, slap, slap as her brother's seed was milked from his body.

And Brit came too. She came hard, her shoulders shaking violently, her back bucking as she fought to smother the cries that wanted to shout to the world how good it felt! Somehow she stayed quiet, staggering back down the hall until she found the bathroom and locked herself in.

There she continued to caress and pet the engorged tissues of her cunt until all the pleasure had been nursed out.

When she had tidied herself up and gone back to the kitchen, Darren was sitting at the breakfast table over a bowl of cereal while Juanita fried him an egg. Brit could see the shiny places on the floor where the cum had been wiped up. And she could see patches here and there on Juanita's legs where the stuff had dried. Darren had on his jeans now and avoided Brit's eyes.

"Been sleeping kinda late, haven't you?" she teased her brother. "Everybody else is up and fed and working." Darren grunted something and went on eating. Juanita made a lot of noise splashing around in the sink. Brit could see that she'd only gotten half her blouse buttons closed. And the girl's nipples were still swollen, poking out against the worn material. God, they were nice tits. Again Brit felt the tug of envy. Almost everybody had bigger tits than she did.

She bounced down the steps and headed through the orchard to the cabin. Jody would probably be up by now. If she wasn't playing with herself in bed. Brit giggled at the thought. They were going to have to corral that little nut Billy again. She could hardly wait to get something alive inside her pussy again!