Walter Collins
Juicy young piece

CHAPTER ONE

The old pickup truck, with two wild-haired young men squealed to a stop ahead of me, just outside of Victorsville, and I started to run toward it. I was running away from my parents. Me – Ginger Lockes – running away! I felt weird! I really felt more than just weird, I felt scared and silly.

My folks had come from the old country, and I was raised accordingly. Up until a month ago it had been fine. I was loved. I went to confession every week, to mass, to communion. I had very few dates, but then I was too busy with my studies and household duties to really care. Oh, I had friends and was popular enough. In fact, the class at the all-girls high school had voted me the most popular girl in the class last spring. Of course that was all girls. The few boys who dated me never called back for a second date. It might have bothered me if I hadn't been so busy doing other things. But they wanted things from me that I just wasn't willing to give, so they went to girls who would.

Then I started junior college. Suddenly there were boys everywhere. Boys with only one thing on their minds. I still felt it was horrible. Then I started talking to other girls. What I found out blew my mind. It seemed that every girl I knew, the ugliest, the shyest, my old classmates, all could tell me in detail what it felt like to have a boy stroke and squeeze her tits. The majority admitted that they had gone all the way-many even hinted that boys had done other nasty things to them.

I had nothing against sex. After all, people were supposed to fuck so they could have babies. I was like any other girl. My body felt warm and tingly when I soaped my tits and between my legs. But I was brainwashed into thinking that it was wrong and dirty, unless I was married.

In class I was stunned to find how wrong I had been about so many things. Not only did my classmates say that fucking was great, but so did my teachers and counselors. Suddenly the whole world, the world as I had known it, was shattered. It got so bad that nothing seemed sacred, everything had its bad side, and I started to rebel. On the day before I hit the road, I had an unusually shocking time of it at school. In history I was learning about how wicked President Jackson's government had been. In psychology I was learning about insanity and how many great religious figures were insane. In health science I was finding out about fucking. The pressure was growing and growing inside me.

That evening I went on a date. I still had to ask permission because I was living at home. My father had said all right because it was a double date and the three other kids I'd be going with went to our church. We went to a drive-in movie. I was kidded about having to get my parents' approval when I was of legal age. That embarrassed me. When they drove to an X-rated show, instead of the one they'd told me we were going to see, I didn't say anything. I just couldn't make a bigger fool of myself. They parked toward the back of the big lot where we had more privacy. The movie started and I was handed a paper cup filled with wine. At first I refused, but the three of them kidded me and dared me until I gave in and tried it.

One glass led to another. I relaxed. I felt good. I snuggled up in a boy's arms. The picture on the screen showed a man chasing a naked woman around the bedroom. My cunt began to tingle as I watched the movie. My date put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I knew I was going to be kissed, and suddenly I wanted to do it with all my heart. I puckered up and waited. His lips circled mine instead of meeting them. I felt his tongue meeting mine.

My lips were warming. I found myself imagining that I was the girl on the screen who was kissing that way. I let my lips part and his tongue ran over my teeth. He pushed me back and slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. It felt strange and good at the same time. My tummy ached and my tits felt strange. I was frightened but secure in his strong arms. His mouth left mine and he kissed my closed eyes, my cheek and my neck, making my whole face tingle. The ache in my cunt grew and grew.

The boy filled my cup with wine again and stroked my shoulder and arm as I drank it. I snuggled closer to him and watched as the couple on the screen petted and then pretended to make love under the sheet. No one had told me not to drink wine fast. I gulped it down like it was Coke and the boy poured me another cup. I became bolder and raised my face to his for another kiss. This time, when our lips met, I got my tongue in his mouth first. It was wild. I'd never done anything like that before. His tongue began to dance with mine.

My cunt felt hot, wet and sticky. His hand reached for my arm and missed, or so I thought at the time, and fell on my tit. It was like someone pouring gas over me and lighting it-except that it felt good. I found myself trembling. My heart was pounding, I was blushing. I mashed my mouth against his. At the time it was happening, I didn't think about right or wrong. His fingers explored and traced the shape of my tit through my blouse and bra. His palm cupped my trembling tit and the fingers closed gently, squeezing my tittie.

The hand toyed outside my blouse for several minutes before slipping between the buttons. He was smart. He waited until I was almost to the point of ripping my blouse open and thrusting his hand inside before finding the opening and touching the hot flesh between my tits. The fingers traced the lacy edge of the cup on either side for a minute and then pinched the button open and slid clear inside.

My nipples stiffened and rubbed against the soft fabric lining the inside of my bra. I thrilled and burned as his fingers stroked my tits. I was afraid to help because I didn't know what to do, and I was powerless to stop him. His fingers slid up to the top of my bra cup, found the shoulder strap and slid it off. I trembled with desire. A burning need to know how his fingers would feel when they caressed my nipples flooded through me. The minute my strap was down, his fingers slid inside my bra. A trail of electrical sparks followed his roving fingers as they made a beeline for my nipples. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst as he circled the rock-hard tip of my nipple.

The couple in the front seat was far too busy to turn around. I heard my girl friend gasping in the darkness. My date withdrew his hand for a second and broke the kiss. He twisted around and finished unbuttoning my blouse. I closed my eyes and lay there unable to move. His hands followed my bra around to the back. Like magic, it parted. I felt him pulling it up. My nipples scraped the cloth as my tits came free. It felt really great to get out of that tight, confining thing.

My tits were tingling madly. I heard him sigh with delight as he gazed at my tits in the dim light. I felt warm and wanted. I felt desirable. I felt like a woman. He took one of my tits in each hand and squeezed them. His head was lowering and I gasped as I felt his hot tongue flick across the wrinkled brown nipples. I moaned as he sucked my nipple and nibbled gently with his teeth. The heat inside my pussy was boiling. I was squirming in need. He moved quickly from one nipple to the other. Then his tongue was drawing wet circles on the delicate virgin flesh of my tits and they broke out with goose bumps.

Before we had started petting, my skirt hem had remained modestly two inches above my knee. As he worked my tits, I forgot about it. His mouth stayed at my tits, working both titties in hungry desperation. I felt his hands stop squeezing and caressing. I felt them slide over my sides, down my ribs and along the outside of my thighs.

I felt myself being pushed slowly back, until my head was resting on the folded sweater and purse I'd put on the far side when I got in. I felt him following me over, his arms leaving my thighs long enough to ease me gently back, his mouth still sucking and chewing on my nipples. Then his hands were on the outside of my thighs again. Only now they were under my skirt and half slip. I felt him pushing both of them up, along the top of my thighs.

My training told me that I should stop right then, but the wine and the heat he'd already created inside my cunt overpowered me. I lay there knowing my white panties were exposed. I felt wicked. His hands rested for a minute on my knees. His fingers spread and he slid them lightly up the inside of my thighs. It was like someone had lit a fuse on a stick of dynamite. It burned and thrilled all the way, creating an explosion of demanding, hot need between my legs that hurt so bad I couldn't do anything to stop it.

He took his time teasing the inside of my thighs. I felt him pinch the soft flesh just below the leg bands of my tight panties. I felt him run his finger around the bands, tracing them. I felt him slide his fingers further up, bunching my skirt and lacy slip above the top of my bikini panties. He stroked my tummy and teased my navel. I shivered with blind desire as his fingers touched the outside of my panties. I moaned as they pushed against the springy softness of my curly pubic hair. I almost wet myself as his fingers trailed down over the furry cushions between my legs and ran back up the center, passing over my wet pussy. It was so wonderful, so beautiful.

His fingers teased the cleft of my ass, below my cunt, for a minute and then poked under the leg band. I had never felt anything like it. His finger felt cool against my scalding-hot cuntlips. His hands were strong and rough against my satin-smooth, moist cunt-flesh. My cunt-hole was dripping its syrup. He wet his finger in it, making it slick and then slid it up, between the center of my cunt to my clitoris. I writhed and wiggled under him, tearing at his sides and back with my fingernails.

His hands left the crotch of my panties for a second and grabbed the waistband. I was too far gone to dream of protesting. I raised my ass a little so he could work them off my asscheeks. He got them off one ankle and then gave up, leaving them dangling from the other. A finger found the entrance to my cunt and slid inside. I felt it run into my hymen and push until it tore through it. It hurt, and I bled a little on the back seat of the car. We ignored it.

I was so innocent that I didn't even know what his prick would look like. I wanted to reach out and give him the same pleasure he was giving me, but I was afraid. I didn't want to do anything which might spoil it or show him how little I knew. His lips still trapped mine, clinging to me, thrilling my tongue as I tried my best to duel with it. His one hand worked on my tit and the other between my legs. I twisted and thrashed around.

I could hear the panting and wiggling in the front seat. The couple in the front seat rose suddenly and the two of them announced that they were going to the snack bar. "Come on," the boy whispered hoarsely, reaching over and flopping down the passenger seat until it became a bed. He helped me scoot onto it and lay out flat. Then he unzipped his fly and slid along side of me.

"Are you on the pill?" he whispered. "No," I stuttered. Fumbling through his wallet, he found something. I lay back, trusting him, too hot to think of anything other than the demanding itch that throbbed between my legs. Then he rolled on top and pushed my legs apart. I felt something strong and stiff pressing against my pussylips. I felt the boy wetting it with my juices. Then it drove between the flaps, across my little piss-hole and lodged at the entrance to my scalding, virgin pussy.

The strong ring of muscles drew taut as the intruder pushed. I felt my delicate cuntlips sticking to it. The boy drove in, stretching my cunt-hole. The head of his cock passed the first muscles. I bit my lip as he tore the remainder of my cherry away. The pain only lasted a second before turning to pleasure. His cock sank in further and further. When he reached my womb, he worked his legs around, getting them on the outside of mine and pressing them together. I don't know if he was just trying to make sure he didn't hurt me or if he was afraid I'd accidentally raise them too high and people outside the car might see. It sure felt good.

His strong prick rubbed between my hairy cuntlips from top to bottom, rubbing; mashing, thrilling and driving my clitoris wild as he fucked up and down. The head of his cock rubbed and massaged the itching need inside me. My tits flattened, squashed by his powerful chest. I felt his hands squeezing and scratching my ass cheeks, guiding my hips in a thrilling motion. I felt myself being lifted on a cloud of ecstasy. The pleasure, the heat, the delightful tingle increased. The warmth began to spread from my cunt and swell inside until it reached the bursting point.

I clawed at his back, thrilling to the feel of his pants and shirt rubbing against my nearly nude body. My mouth was open as wide as it would go and I savored the feel of his exploring tongue and the faint aroma of sweat and aftershave lotion. My whole body suddenly began to tremble and tingle. Wave after wave of peace and warm satisfaction flooded through me. I was climaxing! I felt his cock speeding up, making my cunt expand and contract as his prick slid in and out.

Then his cock was hammering deep inside. His thighs were gripping me, his lips bruising, and I felt him drive in deeper. The cock inside me began to throb. His breath was coming in short, rasping sobs. Delight and satisfaction flooded me as I let my ring of cunt muscles milk his prick. His shirt was soaked with sweat as he rolled off and cradled my head in his arms for a second before helping me dress. I thrilled at his words of praise and basked in the warmth of his kindness.

Then it was our turn to stay at the snack bar. I found I had trouble walking. It wasn't until then that I realized how hard the wine had hit me and a twinge of guilt set in. I knew I had disobeyed my parents, gone against my own moral code and lost my virginity. But it hadn't hurt that much. It had felt wonderful and I wondered how anything that good could be that bad.

My parents took one look at my condition when I got home, smelled my breath and went into orbit. Mother, her black eyes filling with tears, started to sob. My father flew into a rage and drove his fist into my jaw so hard that I flew across the living room. I had to shake my head several times to clear the sparks and flashes away.

Running out of the house, screaming at the top of his lungs, he grabbed my date before he could get back into the car. There was a terrible scene. All the neighbors woke up and looked out their windows, listening to my father ranting and raving. Everyone heard him screaming that I wasn't a virgin anymore and that the boy had to marry me. Naturally the boy told him to fuck off and drove away laughing.

Father stormed back into the house where he started yelling at me again. I ran to my room and locked the door while mother tried to calm him down. The police showed up after someone called them. Of course there had to be a report. I talked to the cop through the door, refusing to come out. I had never been so humiliated, embarrassed and hurt in my life. In one forty-five-minute spree of anger my father had ruined everything. He had made it impossible for me to return to school, impossible to face any of the neighbors and made my loss of virginity part of a police report as well as almost breaking my jaw. My life at home was at an end and I knew it.

There was nothing I could do but leave. I had no job, no skills, no place to go and only fifteen dollars to my name. I had to leave town. I waited until everything quieted down and my parents finally gave up trying to get me to come out and went to bed. Then, dressed in a pair of heavy jeans and a sweatshirt, I took what little cash I had, stuffed it in my purse, picked up my jacket and crawled out the window. There was no time for planning.

I walked, aimlessly at first, through the streets. Stopping at an all-night restaurant a couple of miles from home, I got a cup of coffee while I decided where to go. It would be best to be as far away from San Bernardino as possible. That way it would be unlikely that anyone would spot me. I knew. I only had enough money on me to last a couple of days. I'd have to get a job of some kind immediately.

By the time I left the restaurant, I decided to hitchhike. There wasn't any sense in buying a bus ticket. If I used my money for that, I wouldn't have any left for a hotel room or food. I decided to head toward Barstow since a city the size of Los Angeles scared me to death. I reached the edge of town and nervously stuck my thumb up.

Everything went well. My first ride was quick in coming. A nice old lady told me all about her three grandchildren, two dogs and six cats, as she drove me up the pass. My second lift was from a rancher who carted me another seven miles. The third came from a truck driver who drove me to Victorsville and bought me a lunch on top of it.

With twelve dollars and seventy-five cents still in my pocket, I climbed down from the giant truck, thanked the driver again and had no sooner put my thumb up than the old pickup skidded to a stop. "Where ya headed?" the driver asked, as I trotted up to the side. " Barstow," I replied. "We're going that way. In fact if you want to stay at the ranch overnight we can take you the rest of the way in tomorrow."

"Sounds great," I said politely and climbed into the passenger side. "You're traveling awful light aren't you?" the other guy asked, noticing my lack of baggage. "Yeah," I said, thinking quick. "I've got an aunt waiting for me with my things. I lost my bus ticket so this was the best way to get there." The two boys looked at each other but didn't say anything.