Bob Hawkins: Daughter gets the goat

"I'm not nasty," Jim said at last. "You are." He looked deep into Dawn's bright-blue eyes. Her pretty face was partly hidden behind a soft cloud of her blonde hair, but Jim could see how hard the girl was glaring back at him.

"I've really got to be going home, now, Jim," she said through gritted teeth, speaking the words very slowly, as though they were a threat.

Without saying a word, the boy started searching the ground for something. When he found a stone, Dawn pressed her head back against the trunk of the tree.

"What are you going to do with that?"

Jim moved closer to the girl's head, his eyes squinting as he looked carefully at Dawn's pretty mouth.

"Oh, God. Please don't do this," Dawn pleaded, suddenly understanding exactly what the little boy had in his diabolical young mind.

Jim lifted the large stone to her lips, rubbed it lightly against the sensitive soft moist pink flesh. The stone was dirty.

"No!" Dawn sputtered, twisting her face aside. "No! You're not putting that filthy thing in my mouth, damn you! Let me go!"

She took a deep lungful of air, twisted her face sharply to the other side to avoid the stone, and started to scream as loudly as she could. But Jim was too fast. He grabbed a fistful of Dawn's silky hair and yanked her head hard, forcing the side of her face against her shoulder. At the same time, he ground the dirt-crusted stone against her lips, crushing the soft flesh against her teeth. She'd gotten her mouth closed just in time, but it did her no good. The stone hurt. If he kept grinding it against her lips, he would break her teeth. She had no choice. She whimpered, and opened her mouth wide. Jim shoved the stone roughly between her lips, behind her teeth. The heavy filthy object rested directly on the young girl's wet tongue. She moaned as Jim wrapped the big red scarf around her head, fitting it carefully over her mouth and lips so she couldn't spit out the dirty stone. She sat still, not fighting the boy while he tied the scarf in a tight knot under her ear. When he finished, he sat back away from her and looked at her like she was a newly trapped animal.

Dawn sighed through her nose. She was truly at the boy's mercy now. But at least he hadn't broken any of her lovely teeth.

Jim sat there, eyeing his handiwork. Slowly, a huge grin spread across his young face. Dawn sighed again and let her shoulders sag as much as they could. She was here for the duration. The less she responded, the sooner the boy would get bored with her. Then he would let her go.

Jim stood up. Dawn watched him through the cascade of her blonde hair over her eyes. He seemed to be enjoying her utter helplessness. He moved around behind the tree, and Dawn winced as he tested the knots near her wrists. He had tied that fucking cord tight. Her hands must be blue by now. They were numb and cold. She worked her fingers to try to restore circulation, but all she got for her trouble was a pair of painfully tingling hands.

Jim came around the front of her again. He looked her over from head to toe, pausing for a long moment at her bare thighs.

Dawn was beautiful. As beautiful as his sister, Susan. He felt a pleasant stiffening in his prick, and a knot of harder pleasure twisted his guts. He remembered how pretty the girl's panties had looked, so taut and full and pure white against the tanned flesh of her bare thighs, hidden just under the hem of her skirt. Not hidden well enough. He wanted to see Dawn's panties again.

Dawn knew exactly what the boy was thinking, exactly what he wanted. She gulped around the huge stone in her mouth, felt herself begin drooling. She kept her eyes on the young man in front of her, worried about what he might do next to reach his goal.

Maybe it would be better if she did it for him. If she opened her legs and let him look, maybe that would satisfy him and it would be over.

She felt her warm saliva spill over her lower lip, where the scarf had slipped up into her mouth, and drip down onto the front of her blouse. Her arms and shoulders ached, and her jaw was beginning to hurt.

She grunted to get his attention. When he looked at her face, she nodded her head slowly, then lowered her eyes. Then, slowly, she stretched her legs out straight and parted them. She lifted her knees, spread them, drew her heels up toward her ass, spread her knees wider, opening her thighs and fully exposing the stark-white crotch of her cotton panties.

Jim gulped so hard that Dawn heard it. She closed her eyes for a moment and actually felt a rush of pleasure at the young boy's reaction to her body. She watched him as he took in the view of her beautiful crotch.

He was actually quite a good-looking young man. He was going to grow into a real hunk, that was for sure. Already, Dawn noted with appreciation, Jim had a powerful little body.

His face didn't have the puffy fullness of most boys his age. Or the innocence, either. He looked strong, willful, even manly.

Dawn took pleasure in letting the boy look at her panties. She relaxed as much as she could. She was astonished at how sexy she was beginning to feel.

Jim stared and stared, fascinated by the taut crotch of the young girl's unstained white cotton panties.

He had to touch her. He had to feel her. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he stood there. He shivered with a strange sensation and sank to his knees in front of the girl. He moved forward, up between her feet. He had to see under her panties, touch, feel…

Dawn shook her head hard. She saw the boy reach out with his hand. She slammed her legs together and shifted to the side. He could still see the underside of her thighs and her panty-clad ass cheeks, but her cunt was protected.

But not for long.

Dawn grunted and shook her head furiously, begging him not to do it, but Jim wrapped his fingers around her ankle and pulled. He would make her open her legs again. But Dawn shifted suddenly and shoved her other foot into the boy's chest. She thrust her leg out hard and sent the boy sprawling backward.

He rolled with the force of the kick. His head struck the base of a tree. He lay there, stunned. For a moment, Dawn froze, frightened that the boy had been knocked unconscious, or worse. But a few seconds later, Jim moaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

Dawn gave a loud sigh of relief. She felt a trickle of sweat flow down the side of her face, another run down her throat to slip under the collar of her blouse.

"You kicked me," Jim said as though he couldn't believe it had happened. "You hurt me."

Dawn tried to make the boy see how sorry she was, but her face was buried behind the loose mass of her soft hair. Jim wasn't looking at her face, anyway. He thrust out his hand, grabbed Dawn's ankle, and pulled it onto his lap. He ripped her shoe from her foot and threw it aside. With stunning speed, he stripped the white knee sock down the girl's leg and off her foot.

"Give me your other foot," he ordered. It wasn't the voice of a little boy.

Hesitantly, Dawn lifted her other leg and gently lowered her heel into the boy's waiting palm. She whimpered quietly to herself as Jim stripped off her other shoe, yanked off her other knee sock.

Almost in a frenzy now, the boy wrapped the long sock around Dawn's slim ankle, tying it tight.

Oh, God, the girl groaned in her mind. He's going to tie my legs apart. Oh, no. She shook her head wildly to get his attention, but he was too busy grunting over the knot, making sure it was so tight she would never get free.

Dawn was on the verge of panic. The soft hair in her face tickled and itched. Sweat coated her face, running in tiny rivers down her cheeks and neck and throat. She was sweating all over, partly from the heat, partly from her rising fear. The stone in her mouth hurt, and she had to keep her jaw opened as wide as possible so her pretty teeth didn't get chipped or broken.