Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

Cynthia's mouth was dry and she could feel tiny beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead just beneath the soft, blonde hairline as she heard the moans and sighs rippling from deep in Betty's chest. She would have given anything at that moment to change places with her, to be lying there beneath Mike's hot, lust-filled body waiting for him to fuck into her like the bull she had seen so long ago in Chris' corral.

"Put it in, darling, now, oh my darling," he whispered into the writhing girl's mouth beneath him. "I want to fuck you."

"Oh, fuck me, please do, please fuck me, darling!" the half crazed girl twisting under him pleaded wetly into his mouth. He moaned and pressed forward with a flick of his hips, the full, blood-filled head of his cock guided by the eager hands of the girl parted the moist red lips of her young, ready cunt and slipped wetly inside. She moaned loudly and crushed her head against his shoulders, chewing at it passionately with her lips. His hands slithered down the full rounded curves of her body and cupped the full rounded cheeks of her ass, bringing it suddenly tight up against his pelvis as he rammed forward with one great flesh splitting lunge and buried his cock deep, deep down in her belly.

Cynthia gasped as the forest was suddenly split by a half scream that was choked off almost as suddenly as it began by his hand that clamped down over her tortured girlfriend's mouth. There was a moment's silence and then the soft sounds of painful grunts coming from Betty's hand covered lips as Mike began a slow but hard rotation of his hips between her wide-spread thighs. He rode her slowly at first, taking his hand from her lips and again cupping the full rounded melons of her buttocks to pull her tighter up against him.

Cynthia's mouth was gaping wide now as she watched with unbelieving eyes the giant white cock skewering like a well greased piston deep between the wide-held legs of her girlfriend. She felt the juices of her own vagina begin to moisten the tightly clenched insides of her thighs as Betty suddenly jack-knifed her churning body and clamped her legs high up around the hollowing and plumping buttocks of her lover. Her pelvis rotated wildly against the softness of the leaves beneath her and small grunts of passionate delight burst in puffs from between her tightly clenched teeth. Cynthia's hand had lowered itself without consciousness down between her own legs and had inserted itself up under the elastic leg band of her panties where she fingered herself madly, almost forgetting the silence she had to maintain. She could not take her eyes from the now wet and glistening instrument that drove without mercy into the clasping hair-lined cunt between the legs of the moaning girl in front of her. She had slipped to her knees now so that her own buttocks were waving high in the air behind her and the tiny bud of her clitoris throbbed and jerked beneath the hot, slippery tip of her finger as she followed the wild rhythm of the couple fucking right in front of her eyes.

Then, when she thought they could go no more, she saw Mike speed up his thrusting hips until they were almost a blur in the whiteness of the moonlight and smacking them loudly and wetly down into the twisting and churning loins of Betty beneath him, gave a deep, muffled moan and rammed as far up into her as he could go. At the same time, Betty squealed and locked her ankles tight around his back and jerked as though she were dying beneath him. Cynthia gasped also and felt her own wetness cascading down into the palm of her wildly stroking hand as she watched the small white trails of the sperm Mike had ejaculated deep into Betty's body overflow out the lips of her quivering vagina and down between the cheeks of her buttocks to the leaves below.

There was a last deep groan from both of them as Cynthia held her breath in silence and then Mike sank down heavily upon her girlfriend's satiated body. She lay still, not daring to move. Later he rolled to one side and lay on his back, his chest rising and falling, while she put her head on his shoulder and her hand down on his now limp and useless penis.

"God, I'd like to touch a boy like that," Cynthia found herself muttering silently, surprised at the sudden boldness of her thought.

After awhile, they rose hesitantly from the pile of leaves they had been lying in and after adjusting their clothing walked happily back toward the party. Cynthia followed in a few minutes, almost afraid to look at anyone for fear they would know what she had been doing. She knew now that she had to get away from this place, and quick, or she would be raping the first young male that came within arms length of her. There was only one place she could go, and that was Chicago.

It was Cynthia's first night in the city, her first night away from home. She locked the door of her bedroom in her aunt's apartment, high on the eighteenth floor of a tall, mid-town building, and walked over to the built-in wardrobe, the doors of which opened out and made a three-way mirror. She wanted to look at herself. For she had just had sexual intercourse for the first time in her seventeen-year-old life.

It was almost midnight. Outside, a light summer rain was pattering on the window. Through a half-open door leading to a balcony came the wet smell of rain and the muted noises of late-city traffic far below. But here in her room it was quiet. After hours of talking to her aunt, she was glad she was finally alone. All evening her body had been smarting beneath her clothes for her back and hips were covered with cuts and scratches.

Quickly taking off her clothes, she let them lay where they happened to fall and opened the mirror, switching on the neon light which was set above it. She stood before it, seeing herself reflected three times. She knew she was beautiful. And she was glad, because she wanted to feel again, many times again, what she had felt this afternoon. Being beautiful would help her attract men – the kind of men she now wanted.

In the three mirrors her heavy golden hair rippled down over her shoulders like a waving field of ripening wheat and her eyes, the color of a clear, cobalt-blue sky above, large, slanting, fringed with thick, black eyelashes, stared back at her beneath the mocking arched wings of her eyebrows. Her nose was straight with the faintest suggestion of an upward tilt, her mouth, full and ripe, although a trifle too large. But her teeth were perfect, and her smile both innocent and seductive.

The straight lines of her neck flowed smoothly outward to the squared angles of her shoulders and downward to the rising curves of her breasts, twin mounds of firm flesh tipped with dark-red buds, their halos large and rosy. Rising on her toes, she stretched her arms above her head, making her breasts arch high and taut, her nipples becoming swollen and rigid as she remembered Dave's hands passing tightly over them this afternoon and the sucking, eager mouth. With a soft and languorous caress, her hand followed the flowing, mysterious curves of her body, brushed gently over the golden breasts, rubbed slightly the red, aching tits, cupped snugly the small circle of her waist and swept outward around her rounded hips. The slight acrid scent of dried sweat mingled with the musty smell of the leaves she had rolled on that afternoon and which still lingered on her skin.

From the slight indentation of the navel set in her gently rounded stomach, a faint line of down led to the strong jut of her mound, her center of sex thinly covered with silky, blond hair, golden swirls hiding her entrance of sex. Beneath were lush, full thighs and tapering long legs, their muscles tensing and relaxing as she moved up and down on her toes. Her skin was not pure white, but slightly golden, the color of toast or the fur of a tawny tigress. Slightly rotating her body to see her back, she drew in her breath as she saw the usually smooth planes of her shoulder blades, the concave hollow of the small of her back and the orbs of her haunches, as full and plump as ripe peaches, covered with pale-pink scratches.