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CHAPTER EIGHT

Shirley made the phone call, as Clare Wagner instructed, and when Billy learned there was someone else willing to do the developing, he never thought to question Shirley. He hurried right over to the address Shirley gave him. By that time, Clare Wagner had donned her blonde wig and dark glasses.

Clare took the two kids with her to her basement dark room, and there developed the negative reel. It turned out she didn't have to scratch out Shirley's face. Because of the angle of the camera, Shirley's face was hardly visible. But there were great genital shots. It was all black and white, so the developing was quick and easy.

"Why don't you kids go upstairs and get something to eat," Clare told them. "The refrigerator's stocked, and I'll be down here a little while longer."

"That's a great idea," Billy Kapp said. "Come on, Shirley."

Shirley went upstairs with Billy and the two raided the kitchen. They made cold cuts sandwiches and poured glasses of soda. They ate and drank and relaxed.

But after they'd finished eating, Shirley, who had felt a certain sexual hunger because of seeing herself on film, felt a little disgusted with herself for not being able to bring herself under control. She wished she was as calm and as collected as Miss Wagner.

The kitchen was a bright room, and they were seated on a round wall seat, bright red, when Shirley sighed and pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes, her mind enveloped with anger at Billy, partially for what what he'd done, partially for what she felt.

Shirley knew she would never again like Billy for the way he had planned to use those pictures, but much as she disliked him, his very nearness built the sexual heat higher in her.

"Hey," he asked, "how'd you know about that movie I took?"

"Harold told me," she replied.

"What else did he tell you?"

"Nothing much. That you thought it would be fun to make a movie so we could look at it each time we fucked."

"Hey yeah, that's right," Billy nodded as she leaned back with her eyes shut.

Vaguely, she sensed a movement on the seat beside her, and Billy's arm was circling her shoulders, drawing her close. She shuddered, thinking she would give herself to him this one more time, but the idea that it would wreak a total revenge on him for what he was doing made the heat burn all the more strongly in her body.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked, his voice soft. He had a way of speaking that could make a girl do almost anything. Heck, he had been the one to convince her to take off her clothes that first time. Well Billy Kapp was going to get his, but good.

"I'm… all right," Shirley muttered, her fists knuckling and twisting into her eye sockets as if to rub away the unclean arousal she was feeling. She still recalled the pictures of herself with Harold, and remembered how tantalizing her cunt had looked with Harold's cock inside. The time Harold had crawled up on her chest and had pushed his throbbing penis into her mouth, the angle of the camera had been such, all that was visible of her was the underside of her chin as the cock sank into her mouth.

"You sure you're okay?" Billy asked, his arms holding up her body as she intentionally sagged into him, his hands gently massaging her shoulders and neck.

Shirley felt herself relax a little under his caresses, and the tight knot building between her shoulder blades slowly began to disappear. His rubbing, though far from expert, was building erotic fire ever higher in her body. Shirley leaned back against Billy, grateful in a way for his masculine strength, thankful for the courage with which he was inbuing her, since it would bring about his just punishment that much more certainly.

Shirley felt his hand drop to her firm, girlish thigh, while the other hand continued to massage her neck. Billy was so sure of himself. Just because he'd been with her twice, he thought he could master her anytime he pleased. Well let him think that for now. She'd fix his bottom, but good.

The girl felt the hot, thrilling touch of his hand on her leg. It felt good. If he'd been open and honest with her, and had not tried to do any of this movie stuff, she would have been glad to give herself to him again and again and again. Well, since this was going to be the last time with him, she figured she might as well enjoy herself. His hand felt good, rubbing her leg, and she sighed, letting him know to continue. A soft, light fog seemed to cover her eyes and she felt her entire body blissfully relax.

"Yeah, hey that's better," Billy murmured in her ear, and his heated breath built knew flames in her. He really knew how to do things right. He must have learned it all watching his parents.

Her body stiffened a little as she realized his other hand was hanging down over her flat chest, reaching for her other thigh, stroking it through the thin material of her yellow dress. Damn! She was enjoying his hands. She should push them away and tell him to go stroke a porcupine, considering what he had originally intended with those films. But she let him continued to knead and massage her flesh as if nothing was wrong.

She could tell he was taking his time, not wanting to hurry. The son of a bitch knew he had it made with her, and he took it one step at a time. At least he wasn't taking it for granted he could just jam his fingers into her cunt. For that, she was grateful. He remembered she was the kind of girl who would do anything as long as one moved slowly, carefully. But if he hurried things, Shirley would have normally panicked.

Even now, the young girl, because of her anger, felt like pushing his hands away, but her body was so used to that good feeling, she found herself unable to fight him at the moment. Her brain felt somewhat numbed because she knew she was going to submit, even if it wasn't too quickly. Her body responded with shuddering, perverse verve, as if it had a life all its own.

As far as Shirley was concerned, this whole thing was proving how weak she was when it came to resisting a male. She was already losing control of herself, in spite of the fact that she no longer had any real liking for Billy. Her stomach felt twitches of excitement and thrills as sensation after sensation began enlarging in her womb. She could already sense the gathering moisture at the mouth of her vulva, forming a slithery lubrication between her thighs, causing her to unconsciously open and close her thighs in an increasing, mounting, writhing sexual rhythm. Golly, she felt lost.

Billy's hands were no longer on her thighs. They were rubbing all over her body. She wanted to gain some kind of control over herself. The licentious sensations she felt were making her tremble with a strong lascivity. Yet somehow she seemed unable to do anything but lie on the kitchen seat, accepting Billy's salacious fondling.

Shirley felt Billy's hand move back to her thigh, and then she wriggled, feeling it snake up the hem of her dress, crawl up her leg like a searching insect, the fingers slowly insinuating themselves under the elastic leg band of her panties. She writhed as his probing fingers began rubbing her bare pelvis. When a second finger joined the first on her puffed-up vaginal mound, electricity seemed to shoot through her. But he didn't stop there. Billy's hand glided lower, his middle finger stiff and erect, until the wickedly probing tip came in sudden and direct contact with the hot, wet, furrow of her sodden pussy.

Still emotionally upset by what Billy had intended doing with those pictures, Shirley tried to close her mind to what she was feeling. Unfortunately, she couldn't. She was fully conscious of everything he was doing to her, and her body was accepting it, even if her mind didn't like him.

When Billy opened the top of her dress and smoothly unzipped the lower half, pulling the entire garment down over her hips, Shirley offered no resistance. She felt his fingers tug her undershirt up over her head, and then he was peeling her panties down and off. They moved over her trim young legs, letting him see the anxious wetness of her dilated, pink vagina. Shirley offered no resistance. She felt his fingers tug her undershirt up over her head, and then he was peeling her panties down and off. They moved over her trim young legs, letting him see the anxious wetness of her dilated, pink vagina.

"Gee, Shirley," Billy whispered. "You're one terrific girl. You have a great bod. I'll bet all the guys in school would pay one helluva lot to do something with you."

"Billy, I'm not that kind of girl, and you know it," she admonished. "I do what I want to do because I like it. I'm not for sale," she insisted, torn between her mental loathing for him, and her physical need.

The sensation of displaying her naked body to this boy who had wanted to use her, and the cool air dancing over her tiny nipples contrasted pungently with the delightfully lewd sensations she was feeling burning through her entire self.

She watched, almost in a daze, totally hypnotized by the lascivious sight as Billy Kapp stood up, then peeled off his clothing. It wasn't as if this was the first time. But every movement seemed to convey it was brand-new for him, and made her feel all the more wickedly licentious. One thing was certain, and that was, fucking him had affected his cock the way Harold Schaff's first orgasm had affected his cock. Billy now had a long, thick, almost man-sized cock. It stood out, pointed at her like a huge wooden log, waving around like a billy. Shirley realized there was no way to turn off the raging fire in her aching groin. It was a demanding blaze, and it blistered through her, building the heat within to unbearable proportions. She shut her eyes for a moment, closing out the sight of Billy's deliciously naked body. Her mind also tried to shut out the feelings his hand had provoked within her.

"I'll bet you're really dying to be fucked again," Billy whispered to her. "I know I am. Boy, I can't wait to fill you up with my cock."

Billy's self-assurance bothered Shirley. He was taking her for granted. This was another thing she didn't like.

"Don't overrate yourself," she snapped, though her gasping voice didn't sound at all convincing.

"Oh come on, Shirl," he said. "This is the first time we're together without that pest, Harold, butting in. This time we can really ball up a storm. Hey, your lady friend is terrific. Where'd you find her?"

"It's a secret," Shirley replied.

"Hey, does she fool around too?"

"As a matter of fact, she told me she has a fondness for guys your age."

"Hey, you gotta be kidding. Is that the truth?"

"Cross my heart," Shirley nodded.

"No kidding," Billy whispered. "Hey, let's do something a little different. I mean, you and Harold screwed on top of the piano, yesterday. Let's you and me use the kitchen table."

Before Shirley could object, Billy had hauled her to her feet and had hoisted her onto the bare kitchen table. It had a white formica top, with red and blue threads running through it looking like little capillaries.

Though Shirley should have objected, she didn't when Billy parted her thighs and let his fingers play against the hairless slit between her puffy cuntlips. He sat on the seat in front of her, staring into the depths of her seething cunt, and she felt the tip of his middle finger tease her clitoris, sending it springing into involuntary rigidness. Forbidden sparkles of total, physical desire seemed to leap up through Shirley's body from the pit of her belly. The smug, self-assured rat. She was already too far gone to resist. In the future, she would have to stay away from the start. Oh heck! She was willing to bet, once Miss Wagner introduced her to adult men, guys like Billy would never again seem interesting.

Even if Billy did attract her, Shirley felt she would be able to resist him once she was fucked by an adult man. And she would be fucking often, too. Boy, the thought of man-sized cocks working their way into her really made Shirley hot. And it also created the impression Billy was the one responsible for her heat. This pleased Billy no end.

Ummmmm! she thought, as his finger still wandered up and down through her vagina. It felt so good, really good. There was nothing she could really do to fight the unwanted surges of erotic sensation churning madly through her entire body. She could feel Billy's finger working a little deeper, parting her closed inner labia. Her coral, starving vaginal lips clung to his moving finger. Yes, she couldn't help herself. She liked the feeling of fingers moving through her this way. Shirley loved to have her naked cunt caressed. Gee! It would be dumb for her to deny it, especially at a moment like this.

"Ummmmmm… ahhhhhh…" she involuntarily gasped, a wave of heat swamping her. It was no use. She couldn't fight it. With a final groan, she totally surrendered her vagina to the feverishly working fingers of the boy who had helped initiate her into these wonderful rites. She could feel a minor orgasm very near, and small though it was, she wanted it. Golly! She just had to feel it. She had to!

She could see Billy staring up at her, still tickling her with his finger, and it was almost as if she could read his mind in his victorious grin. She could see the lust in his eyes, and the wicked grin on his face, as if he was saying, Come on, bitch, admit it. I have you hooked on cock, and you know it.

And then Shirley felt Billy withdraw his fingers from inside her. This made her rub the bottom of her cuntlips against the table's formice top. Golly! She was hotter than even she had believed. Her eyes widened in angry frustration. She had been so close to coming, so close.

And then Billy stood up, and Shirley's eyes fell to the hard, fleshy instrument wavering between his thighs. He was towering over her, making her lie back on the table. She could feel Billy's hand spreading her thighs. Yes, he was going to fuck her right here, in the kitchen. She wished Miss Wagner would hurry up from whatever she was doing and get in on this. The whole object was for him to handle two women at once and be so whacked out, he wouldn't be in shape to do anything but sleep… maybe in a hospital bed.

In spite of her aversion to him, Shirley ached to feel his penis plunging into her belly. She had enjoyed it the previous day, but her inner cunt had been greased with Harold Schaff's secretions. Would she be able to hold such a thick boy-cock without a sperm oiling, first? Oh golly! That hot little hole between her thighs was really pulsating and aching to be filled. She was totally addicted to cock, and even if it hurt, she wanted to feel it inside her. Even if he was rough about it.

And this time, Billy was somewhat brutal. He spread Shirley's loins even wider apart, then kneed his way up onto the table, sliding between her limbs. She stared down and saw the way he grasped his young cock in his hand, bringing it slowly toward her vaginal opening.

"This time I'm going to fuck you in a straightforward way," he told her as his knees rubbed against the hard table-top.

Shirley saw the boy leering down at her naked, vibrating young body, thrilling to being able to sit between her open loins. The plane of her soft, naked pubis was spread wide open under his cock like some pagan offering. Billy's lewd words took away her breath, and her eyes were fastened between her wide-open thighs, staring at the shining, hot, heavy cock as it gently parted the full, fleshy lips of her aching cunt.

Ohhhhhh golllyyyy! She wanted that solid masculine staff plunging deep inside her, just as it had done the previous day. She wanted to be soundly fucked, feeling all the delicious sensations the hard cock would impart. Even if Miss Wagner wasn't there at the moment to watch and help drain Billy, Shirley needed that cock. Gee whiz. She needed it something awful.

Writhing, twisting and turning on the table-top, Shirley trembled and shuddered as she felt Billy's cock come into jarring contact with her tender, ragged, sensitive inner lips. She felt it squirm right through and probe into the depths of her tight hole. Her moistly pulsating pussy ached to welcome it inside.

"I… unnnnhhhhh… ahhhhh…" was all she could say as her breath came rushing out of her, feeling the tight, insistent pressure of his wide glans parting the little elastic opening and moving inside. With the knob lodged partially within, she felt Billy suddenly take a deep breath and shove… hard!

"Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhaagghh… ohhhhhh… it hurts, it hurts!" she screamed, as the large, slippery head split the soft flesh of her vaginal walls apart, thrusting solidly into the narrow, flexible hole, still young, and still tight. Before she could slide back on the table, Billy flexed his hips down hard between her wide open thighs, shoving it all the more forcefully in, and the bulbous, blood-bloated head surged forward.

Ooooooh wowwww! It was in, all the way in. The unbelievable pain raced through her. She'd had no idea her vaginal interior would tighten so much since yesterday. She thought the cock would slide in easily, as it had the previous day, after she had been fucked by Harold.

With a sighing gasp of pain, she felt her labia contract around the mighty staff, and she pleaded, "Go slowly, Billy. Go slowly. You're hurting me." She stared up into his grimacing face, watching droplets of sweat form all over then roll off, onto her body.

Shirley could see Billy was too far gone, now. In spite of his wanting to take things slowly, he was too far along to slow down, now. The look on his young face was one of sheer, inflamed lust. She saw he was eager to fuck her, so eager he no longer cared how she might feel about it.

Shirley felt Billy thrust his weight forward – hand cupping her firm, rounded buttocks, bringing her ass up to meet the downward attack of his probing cock into her seething little cunt. The boy all but fell against her. His hard, swollen dork rammed into her taut, upturned pussy like a solid steel piston pushing aside the soft, moist walls of her cuntal interior. With a loud, long groan, Billy ploughed into her until his sperm-loaded balls slapped wetly against the upturned cheeks of her satin-smooth buttocks.

"Billy… Billy…" she was shouting in pain, writhing beneath him, noting all pleasure had been temporarily overpowered.

"Hey, whatsa matter with you?" he asked. "You loved it, yesterday. Why the histrionics, today? You like it. You know you like it. So stop giving me such a hard time."

"No… no… no…" she was crying. "Stop it! You're hurting me. This time it doesn't feel good."

His arms held her tightly against his chest as he began sluicing his cock in and out of her, ramming it into her sodden depths again and again. Little by little Shirley felt the pain slowly subside. More and more lubrication was pouring from her glands into her cuntal scabbard, and she realized she had never felt so filled in her life. How would it be when a really man-sized cock plunged into her. The hard, yet pliant head of his thrusting penis pressed against her tender cervix, the rigid length of it broadly enlarging the tender, sensitive flesh of her vaginal walls.

"Uhhhh… slower…" she gasped. "Move it slower and it won't hurt so much," she insisted.

Shirley's face was a contorted mask of pain, but it was turning into a look of passion. Her inner desires were once again taking possession of her, making her writhe and shiver with lust. Not even the pain had been enough to make her want to end this. Her body began involuntarily reacting again, feeling the strong, overwhelming stimulation of Billy's hard, rummaging cock. The orgasm Shirley had felt lurking inside her was building in intensity, now. It was no longer a little one.

She wanted to feel it wash over her. The girl ached to enjoy the thrills of total climax again and again. She ached to feel heated male sperm shoot through her vaginal channel, soothing the aches and pains.

Looking up, she could see the triumphant grin on Billy's face as if he had conquered her all over again. Shirley could feel his fingers digging into her ass-cheeks, pulling her back and forth. Though her heels were now flatly pressed against the table, and her buttocks were voluntarily rising and falling, keeping pace with his stroking cock. She felt him crush his bare pelvis against her own naked mons, and she tugged her thighs open a bit wider. The wet, sucking center of her anxious cunt, hotly craving more and more cock, now blossomed open like a pretty pink flower, swallowing his ramming cock deeper and deeper.

From the kitchen door, Clare Wagner stared. She had finished processing that one reel of film and had burned the negative. Now, she was staring with hungrily bulging eyes, realizing the boy knew how to use his cock, even if he was a little bastard. Hell! It was time for her to get in on the action. Standing there, staring in lewd fascination at Shirley's satiny young body delightedly jackknifing and humping and pumping furiously under the assault of the boy, she knew this was going to be one helluva lot of fun. She stared at the boy's bloated penis, seeing the way it slammed loudly into the girl's wide-open pinkness, and she was delighted with the passion-crazed reaction Shirley was showing.

Moaning and groaning like a wounded lamb, Shirley was not the least bit aware of the slight shift of Billy fucking posture as he continued to drive into her seething nookie. The girl felt Billy arch his back and push his torso straight up, until he was sitting up while fucking into her. Shirley could feel his driving cock continue to punch its way into her cunt, and though he was not thrusting quite as deep as before, it still felt good. Shirley could hear the wet, slurping sounds of his hard cock driving deeper and deeper into her pussy, but she could hear other guttural sounds of equal loudness. It was as if a wild animal was chewing on a piece of meat.

Opening her eyes, Shirley suddenly realized a pair of legs was standing on the table, around her. The feet were straddling her head. Looking straight up, she could see the bare pussy of Clare Wagner. More, she could see the woman perfectly balanced on the table, leaning forward with her hands against the wall to keep her from falling. And Billy's face was burrowing between Clare's thighs. The boy was licking and sucking as wildly as he had the previous afternoon, when Shirley had been sucking Harold's cock, and he had been lapping into Shirley.

The sight looked fantastic, and Shirley shuddered with delight. The teacher above her had one great idea. She was making Billy work with his tongue while his cock was probing into Shirley. The sight was so arousing, so sexually stimulating, Shirley felt the orgasm within herself starting to stir. The wet, slavering cunt was dripping its sauce onto Shirley's chest, but this only made Shirley that much hotter. She used a hand to rub the fluid into her body, rubbing her hot titties. She even imagined she could feel the littlest bit of swelling under the brown aureole, but that was silly. She knew it was too early for that to happen.

Glancing down at her body for a moment, the young girl did see her aureole were both somewhat wider than they had always been, before. And her nipples, which seemed to have thickened since she had been introduced to all this wonderful sex, had remained thicker. Yes, yes, her development was beginning. It would take a long time, she knew. But when it was over and done with, she knew she would have one wonderful body.

Looking back up, Shirley gazed at the wonderful sight of her teacher's cunt continuing to be sucked by Billy, while he continued pumping his cock into her. True, he wasn't pounding in with quite as much effort, and it irked Shirley. She decided to speed things up a little, and so she tightened her thighs around Billy's body and pulled his loins closer to hers, rubbing the length of his hard cock back and forth, back and forth. The young girl was becoming wilder and wilder, and there was a strong, glazed look in her eyes as she lay staring wide-eyed at the way Billy was tonguing Clare Wagner's seething slit. Clare's heavy breathing could be heard by Shirley, letting the young girl know Billy's tongue was doing as good a job in her teacher's cunt as his cock was doing in hers. The licentious tableau was making her even more excited – if such a thing was possible.

Shirley ground her buttocks in wild, maddening ecstasy, pressing it solidly against the insane buffeting of Billy's loins. She felt the surge charging through her, and it made her shout.

"Fuck me, Billy," she screamed. "Fuck me, hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…"

The three bodies on the kitchen table shuddered and danced like crazy toy figures, shaken by an invisible earthquake. Perspiration covered Shirley's body and she began to gyrate, wildly. Her face was a bright red, flushed with unbearable heat, and she knew she was there. The peak was coming, hitting, and she knew her teacher was right. Enjoy it, and wear him out.

"Eeeyyyyaaarrrggghhh!" she screamed, her head banging against the table in total abandonment. "Commmiiinnnggguuuhhh… aaaggghhhrrrggghhh!"

Despite being clutched by the thick penis locked into her, Shirley felt as if she were being wildly tossed about like a cork in a maelstrom. Wave after wave of swift, intense currents poured over her, and delight shocked its way through her with the power of a lightning bolt.

"Uuummmphhhhhm! Hammmphhhh! Ooophhhhh!" she heard, and suddenly she realized Billy was also coming. His mouth remained glued to the dripping center of the teacher's frothing cunt, but the boy began spurting his hot jism into the boiling, quaking depths of Shirley's tormented cunt. Hot, sticky, searing jets of male seed spewed far up into her churning vaginal vastness. Billy's pelvis made obscene sucking noises now as it rammed against her body. And Shirley's cunt greedily drank the white, flaming seed springing from the floodgates of the boy's desire.

Crazy, orgiastic sounds continued spluttering from his cunt-covered mouth, and then a deep, high-pitched wail split the air.

"Eeeyyyiiiaaaggghhhhh!"

Lying back on the table, staring straight up, Shirley could see Clare Wagner's thighs suddenly tighten. She could even feel the woman's ankles around her head, and then explosions of oil came flooding out of Clare's cunt. Most of it was caught by Billy's tongue, but the rest of it splashed onto Shirley.

Staring straight up, Shirley saw the older woman shaking violently and wondered if Clare would be able to keep her balance as she pressed one hand flat against the wall, while gripping Billy's hair tightly with her other hand. Shirley saw Billy's tongue go into overdrive as it worked maddeningly, slurping through the woman's seething nookie, wringing every last little bit of ecstasy from her. And when it was over, Clare climbed off, made Billy lie on the floor, and she began licking his cock.