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

CHAPTER SIX

Brit had hardly slept all night. Jody had come in late and awakened her. And then her redheaded friend had talked in her sleep half the night. It would've been okay if Jody had been babbling nonsense. But her night talk had been very interesting. Brit had heard references to big cocks… to balls. And then she'd heard Jody make sucking noises with her mouth, whining and whimpering like someone was stuffing a real cock in her throat!

It excited Brit so much that she couldn't possibly get to sleep. Even after playing with her dripping little clit until it went, off like a shotgun. So when morning flooded in the windows, she felt really strung out and nervous. That was the first time she considered doing something really crazy! Crazier even than seducing young Billy Caruthers and tying him up like they'd done last time. All Jody's talk about cocks in her mouth while she'd slept.

"What would it feel like if a guy ate my cunt?" Brit mused aloud. She was sitting on the edge of her bed in a t-shirt and that was all. It was the way she always slept. She liked the way the bottom edge of the t-shirt felt when she didn't have on any panties. It made her feel more naked than if she wasn't wearing anything at all.

"Mmmmmmm," Jody groaned, still sleeping. The sheet had been thrown aside and Brit watched her friend's bottom move up and down in the instinctive rhythms of fucking. Jody's lips were curved into a smile. But a frown swept her pleasure away and she froze in her slumber and began to breathe in a labored, troubled way. Brit wished she could see what Jody was dreaming. Whatever it was, it was about sex. She could see the nylon band of her friend's panties stuck wetly between her plump cuntlips.

Brit sucked in a slow breath and held it. She'd heard a lot of stories about men kissing girls… not just on the mouth. All over. Even… a girl's pussy! Once on a date Harry Wymon had kissed her stomach. At the time Brit had thought that he might've wanted to do more. But he didn't, much to her disappointment.

Except for that time with Billy Caruthers when she'd tied him up and ruptured her hymen on his small, stiff cock, Brit figured she'd been watching sex more than doing it. Watching her father and brother fool around with Juanita, the hired help. These recent memories were enough to make her shiver. It was not so much that it'd been her own kin fucking the brown-skinned girl – reactions to the lovemaking, a fellow female under attack by the male animal.

Jody was restless again and Brit broke off her reveries to stare.

"Don't lock my hands in those… Noooo!" Jody plunged her ass furiously, rocking the narrow bed. It made Brit hotter than hell just to listen, to watch her shy friend dream.

Jody blinked and rubbed her eyes. Brit went in the bathroom, pretending she hadn't been peeking. In a little while she heard Jody getting dressed and went back in. She was dying to ask where her redheaded buddy had been last night, but decided to bide her time on that.

"Hey Jody, you know what we oughta do today?"

"No. What?" Jody seemed far away. Like she was thinking about somebody else, another time and place.

"The Jaycees are having a picnic over at the old Burton place. I bet there'll be a lot of boys hanging around and I was thinking."

"You want to go. Maybe some boy will try and feel you up!" Jody looked irritated.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, anyhow?"

"I don't know. I feel all mixed up about… you know."

"About sex?" Brit asked.

"Yeah. I feel… like I can't handle it. I don't think I want to see any boys."

"Once you get there you'll change your mind." Brit got up and walked around the room. The t-shirt rubbed the outward curve of her ass and made her feel like she needed a boy to look at her. Did it look sexy, that t-shirt? Jody would never tell her.

"WELL?" Brit insisted, standing in front of her friend, hands on her hips.

"Okay, I'll go. But I might not have a good time." Jody got a comb and went to the mirror. "I wish I could do something with my hair," she mumbled, jerking the comb through the tight tangled curls.

"Your hair is fine," Brit said. She watched Jody walk across the room. She'd heard that you could tell when a girl had been fucked. She walked different forever afterwards. She hadn't been able to discern any difference in her own gait, but now she concentrated on Jody and tried to guess. Had Jody fucked somebody last night? Was there a little looser swing to her full, plump hips? Brit thought there was. But then she couldn't be sure either, could she?

"What time is this damned picnic?" Jody said, flinging the comb down on the dresser.

"About ten I think."

"Well, let's eat breakfast and go on over there and get it over with." Jody took a deep breath and sighed. When she walked out the door, Brit was almost positive that there was a new little jerk to Jody's ass. Yes, she was positive now! Jody had been out fucking the night before!

There was already half a dozen cars at the Burton place when Brit bounced up in the pick-up. Beside her sat Juanita and Jody, both unsmiling, though Jody's smile looked a little forced. Brit was glad her father had let Juanita off for the day. Brit had gotten to like the Mexican girl, though they had a little difficulty communicating sometimes. More than just liking her, she respected Juanita. Respected her knowledge of… yes, sex! Brit had noticed a subtle change in her father lately. Juanita was playing some game with him, bending him to her way. And yet it had seemed as if Juanita had been the one taken advantage of when she'd watched her dad fooling around with her.

"Eet is a nice day," Juanita said, pushing black hair out of her eyes. She'd put on lipstick and worn a frilly white blouse that contrasted beautifully with her perfect skin. Skin so dark and smooth that Brit felt anemic sitting beside her.

The girls parked and wandered over to where a couple of the Jaycees were already getting beers up. A softball game was starting to get organized. More cars pulled into the yard. Kids ran and yelled while women set up a long table and started setting out food.

Brit got a Coke and went over to the shade of a big tree. That's when Will Steam roared in with his squad car and got out. He wasn't in uniform today. He had a ball and a bat. Then he saw Brit and came over. She was glad that Juanita and Jody were somewhere else. Will looked pretty nice without his silly uniform.

"HI Brit," he slurred, pulling a small flask out of a hip pocket. She could see that he was already pretty full of it.

"I don't want any thanks."

"Underage, huh?"

Brit nodded.

"Come on, I'm gonna make you break the law." He pushed the silver flask into her hand and squatted down. His brown hair fell in his eyes. He laughed, waiting. Brit shrugged and took a little.

It burned all the way down and she shook her head, her eyes watering like crazy. Will took the whiskey back and stuffed it in a pocket.

"You want to take a ride? I'm going to pick up a few more of the guys." She shrugged again. "Sure, I guess so." All the way over to the patrol car, Brit felt the tension. She knew that Will meant to try something as soon as he could. And she was scared. But she welcomed whatever he might try too. It was about time she learned what being grown up was, all about. She hadn't really ever been thoroughly fucked! Billy Caruthers didn't count. Nor did that battery-driven vibrator.

Like she'd suspected, Will didn't intend to pick anyone up… at least not right at the moment. He took her out on the ridge road and found a shady place under a bunch of huge cottonwoods. Water trickled nearby and there didn't seem to be anyone around for miles.

Brit was sitting there in the front seat shivering while Will drank more courage from his flask. She knew he wasn't afraid of women. But he was a little shaky when it came to a girl. He could get himself in trouble, fooling around with her.

"You'd better quit drinking so much," she said.

He grabbed her suddenly and pressed his whiskey-soaked mouth against her lips. It was too sudden, too brutal. Brit had wanted everything to be romantic and perfect. She pushed her small hands against his chest but he pulled her close like a giant gorilla and started biting her neck. It hurt!

"Don't. Ohhhh don't!"

"Come on, you dumb little chick, you've been wanting this. Don't bullshit me!"

"Not like this, damnit!" She squirmed out of his arms and opened the car door. He staggered out his side and caught her again as she tried to sit down by the stream.

"I've been dreaming about that tight little pussy of yours," he laughed. "I bet it's like a milking machine inside me…!" He had her shoulders and was bending them back as he put sloppy kisses all over her neck. Brit was horrified. Her dream of beautiful sex was devastated. Will Steam was a… monster! If only she'd known what a idiot he was.

"I want to go back to the picnic," she gasped.

"Like… I'm gonna get what I came out here for." He pulled at the front of her cowboy shirt. Two snaps came open. Brit panicked. She didn't know what made her lift her knee. She didn't even think about doing it. But she did it and did it as hard as she could.

Will grabbed his balls and slumped to the ground. When he looked at her again his eyes were filled with rage. Brit ran. She didn't make it. Will moved surprisingly fast for a drunk man. He grabbed her by the elbows and dragged her screaming back to the patrol car. Her shirt was pulled half off in the struggle and Will stripped it the rest of the way and shoved her up on the hood. A handcuff clicked shut around her wrist and he secured the other end to a spotlight. She kicked and twisted and fought but he had another pair of cuffs out and did the same thing to her other wrist. She was handcuffed to the spotlights on each side of the patrol car, her arms pulled wide apart, her ass plunging and jerking in the middle of the hood. Brit realized with embarrassment that her cunt was about the place where a hood ornament might go.

"God damn I got you now!" Will laughed. He had another pull on his flask and undid his belt.

"Noooo!" The metal hood stuck to her back as she flopped. She felt so naked with her small breasts stuck up like that. And her shorts would be the next to go, she was sure of that.

When Will stepped close, she caught a glimpse of his cock. It was so much bigger than Billy Caruthers' little prick that it didn't even look human. Will had been circumcised, but that didn't diminish the thickness of his cock! In fact, it made it look bigger. The head was dusky and dark blue and it bulged out much bigger than the shaft which supported it. Brit bucked furiously on the car hood as he grabbed her shorts and slipped them down over the swells of her ass. The sensation of her pantycrotch coming away from her damp mound made her close her eyes. She was excited but scared to death. She didn't like to be forced like this. She had wanted soft kisses and whispered pleading from Will. What she was going to get was rape!

"Hold still, you little more! Hold still if you want me to eat you!"

Will's words made a shock wave ripple through her body. Her shorts and panties were flung aside and Will grabbed her ankles and spread them so wide that her pelvis popped. Then he buried his mouth against her blond cunt like she was fresh Texas Bar-B-Que. The sloppy, sucking sound as he gouged between her petals with his tongue brought choking cries from deep in her throat. She wasn't righting him now. Her back and thighs were rigid with the jolting, keen sensations as he stoked and licked her steamy clit.

"Ghhhhhaaaaa!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that," Will said, wiping his chin on her thigh and then diving into the slick mess again. Brit felt him forcing her outer lips wider, felt him tickle along the deepest part of her V. He was close to her unstretched hole now, tickling the edges, stringing her out.

"Ohhhh… don't do this…" she babbled, jerking against the cuffs. Her wrists ached when she did that, but the tension in her body when she strained for release added to the fires in her pussy. She didn't like being held, but the feeling of helplessness was exciting in a perverse, tantalizing way.

"You got to be the finest little blonde in Hillsborough. Every guy I know talks about eating you." Will laughed, licked his chin. "See, a blonde like you with little tits and a trim ass… that's eating stuff to a good old boy." Will pointed his tongue and danced it over the throbbing swell of her clit. Brit grunted and tried to keep her body still but after a few seconds she was pumping her firm bottom up and down on the metal hood.

"Don't try and hate it! You got to like it! Just like you'll like it when I shove my cock all the way to your throat."

"I… I… Ohhhhh!" Brit had screamed because Will had made his tongue slip into her tight little hole. The friction of it slipping past the convulsed muscles that controlled the opening was something she couldn't believe. It felt bigger than Billy's cock! If Will's tongue was like that, what would his prick feel like?

"You taste better than oysters," Will breathed, licking and slurping until Brit thought she'd lose her mind. She couldn't close her thighs. Will held them further apart than ever, his fingers grasping her trim ankles as he ate at her dripping, slick pussy. She could feel how stretched her silt was, how open it was. The folds and petals were forced back away from her hole and her clit poked out from the mess like a tiny finger wanting to be sucked. Will licked it savagely and Brit threw her bottom around and banged her head against the hood.

"Yeah, you like that don't you?"

"Naaaaa… Nhhoooo… Uhhhnnnn!" She thought that if he kept that up for very long, she'd have to come! The thrilling pulses of pleasure had already built along her back and through the meat of her thighs. She felt warm and buzzy all over. It was that familiar glow that came before she came!

"I'm gonna dick you good now," Will laughed. "The biggest cock you've ever had in your hot little twat, I'll bet." He breathed whiskey into her face as he leaned over her. "Who broke your cherry?" he hissed. "One of them little high school pricks? Huh?"

"Let me go!"

"Not on your ass, baby!"

He was a big man, Will was. When he leaned over the front of the car, his cock pressed upon her belly. It was hot and thick. Brit could feel the blood pumping through it, could feel the weight of the blood-filled head. Then Will covered her mouth and shoved his tongue deeply between her teeth. She tried to jerk her head away, but he caught her and kissed her until she whimpered. His cock slid down between her thighs. He was positioning it between the plump bulges of her mound, working it up and down to find her hole.

That friction, the rub of the spongy, huge cockhead against her velvety lining, made Brit spread her toes out. She didn't want that big prick inside her now that she'd seen how big it was. Her hopes of romance had been broken now that she knew what fucking was really like. There wasn't any romance to it. Just animal lust. At least that was the way it seemed with Will Steam. He didn't care about her feelings. He didn't even like her. He just wanted to fuck her.

"There it is! I feel that little pussyhole now!" Will laughed. "No, it isn't going to do you any good to close it up on me!"

"Ohhhhh, don't, fuck me! You're, way too big. You'll make a baby!"

"You teenagers are all alike," Will snarled. "You go around with hot pants but as soon as somebody starts to slide a cock up your pussy, you start worrying about babies!" Will cupped one of her small breasts, squeezing it to make it bigger. Then he gnawed on the pink wrinkle of the nipple. Brit lost her breath. She squirmed on the car hood until the metal squeaked against her sweaty back.

"Feel that thing stretching you," Will breathed. "It doesn't feel like it's possible does it? You don't seem big enough. But it'll fit. You damn right it will…" He sucked her other breast deep in his mouth and his tongue worked circles around her nipple. Brit arched her back, pounded her head or the hood. Little by little she could feel her insides sliding down over that streamlined barb. Her heat joined Will's and her juices flooded out to make the penetration easier. The circle of muscles ached as it was pushed open. The aching built to an agonizing pleasure. Brit had never known such pleasure. The fear, the ugliness of it all seemed to be fading as that cock took over her senses. That spear of hot flesh demanded her full attention. When she moved her hips slightly, it gouged in a new way, exciting her all the more.

"Hhuuuuuu… Ohhhhhh!"

"The head is almost in now, baby."

"Noooooo…"

"Yes, it's too stiff to keep out. And you're too juicy, too slippery. I'm getting in now… really getting in!" Will lunged with his hips and the shaft made a sucking noise as it speared her satin-soft pussy!

"Nooo… never…!"

"Tell me damnit, tell me!" He bit down and the pain shot through her. But the pain only served to excite her more. Brit wasn't used to the combination. She jerked at the cuffs and crashed her ass around wildly as Will clutched her waist and pound himself deeper into her soft hole. An itchy thrill spread suddenly through her mound. She bucked and thrust to scratch it but the pleasure grew more intense. How could a girl stand anything like it, Brit wondered.

"Nhuuuuu… Ohhhh it feels so strange…"

"You like it, don't you?" Will insisted.

"Yes… it's driving me crazy!"

"You like it!"

"I love it… Uhhhhhh!"

The words had just slipped out. She didn't love Will. She loved… the loving. These thoughts blurred like she was watching everything from a speeding train. Then the ecstasy of coming burst upon her and Brit felt herself slowly losing consciousness. She was sinking into a itchy wonderland of pleasure as she worked her trim ass up and down on the car hood, as she felt Will spear the rest of his big cock up inside her young body. And then he was grunting, and clutching at her frantically. The hood buckled a little from their combined weight. And though Brit knew that Will's hot cream was spurting into her body, she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but rubbing her tingling parts against him harder and harder and harder.