Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"I bet your dad wouldn't like it… wouldn't like what you just said to me."

"My parents have gone to St. Louis for the weekend," Jerrold said, treading water just under the diving board. "No one here but me… and you, of course."

Kicking off her sandals, Billie slipped her pullover top off, then wiggled her jean shorts down. She was afraid to look up at Jerrold, but he'd stopped splashing altogether now. Finally she slipped off her panties and ran to the edge of the pool, thankful that the wall around them was too high for any neighbors to peek in. The cold water took her breath, but she went quickly down the ladder until the wavelets tickled her chin. Then she edged along the overflow gutter with her hands until she got to a place where her toes could touch.

Jerrold hadn't moved from staring at her, but now she heard him paddling across. "I didn't think you'd do it!" he said, coming up close to her. "No shit, I really didn't think you would."

When her eyes met his, she felt herself blush again, but she kept looking anyway. "I told you I need that money." The feeling of the water against her naked skin felt nice and when she moved her legs a little the currents she stirred made her fine pubic hair wave and tickle. Billie was getting ready to push Jerrold away… in case he tried anything, but he splashed off toward the deeper end of the pool.

"Come on, I'll race you!"

"I can't swim!" she called back. Even before the words were out, she knew she shouldn't have said them. In a flash Jerrold Butler was back, grinning with mischief. Then he pried her hands off the edge of the pool, holding her firmly by the wrists as she lost her grip and pulled her backward in the deep water.

"Don't… please don't; I'll drown."

"Then you'd better hang onto me, baby!" he said, laughing crazier than ever. "God, you're pretty!"

It was worse than what had happened at Basset's Pond. The strong boy was pulling her into even deeper water, and once he pretended to lose his grip on her hands. After the second mouthful of water Billie had to cough out, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled her titties tight against his chest. The sensation was exciting even though she didn't want to enjoy it, but at least she wouldn't sink. The wave's moved their bodies apart and then together again, and Billie felt the boy's stomach press up against hers.

"You've got a beautiful body," Jerrold said, his voice low, "but you couldn't be over fifteen or sixteen; am I right?"

Billie nodded, pleased that he'd overestimated her age by a couple of years. Maybe she'd just let him think she was sixteen. They were near the other side of the pool now and Billie was able to reach out a hand to the gutter. She really wanted to get out of the water and back into her clothes. "Can't I have that money now?" she pleaded.

But Jerrold seemed not to hear. He was kissing her between the shoulder blades. His hand moved down her waist, out over one hip, then slipped around to lightly touch her cunt hair.

"Listen, we could drive down to Williamston tonight… just you and me."

"Don't… please… just let me have the money!"

"What's your name again?" he whispered, keeping his lips against one of her shoulders.

"It's Billie," she mumbled, "Billie-Ann, but…" Now Jerrold's fingers were stroking open her labia and though the feeling was warm and shuddery and good, she knew she couldn't let it go on.

This time when she tried to pull herself up Billie managed to hook a knee in the little gutter and shove herself clear of the sucking waves.

For a second she teetered for balance and though surprised that Jerrold didn't grab at her and pull her back, she gave a final lunge, rolled over on the slick tiles and staggered to her knees.

"You're not going to get away that easy," Jerrold said as she started running.

Billie could hear a splashing sound as he pulled himself out of the pool to chase her. Her body felt heavy after being buoyed by the water and she'd only managed to get one foot through her panties before the pounding of Jerrold's feet came up behind her. Letting the dainty things go, Billie started running again… the sleek nylon wrapping around her ankle as she fled through the arch of the surrounding wall toward a long, screened-in porch. She managed to get the flimsy door open and shut behind her before Jerrold thundered up, laughing and swearing loudly. His cock was heavy and thick with excitement and slapped wetly against his thighs.

Just in time she shoved the lock down on the screen door, but Jerrold laughed all the harder and scooped up a dandelion digger from a nearby flower bed. Billie's heart dropped as she watched him jam the implement into the crack between door and frame. Afraid that the thing wouldn't hold, she turned and raced across the porch and into the big house. She heard the snapping sound of a lock breaking, Billie spun around in the middle of the big front room, looking for a way to escape. When she spotted the stairs she didn't hesitate any longer.

The sound of the screen door crashing open made her give a little cry of terror as she ran up the steps two at a time and turned down the long hall at the top. There was a bedroom at the far end of it, and Billie only hoped there'd be a bathroom nearby. She could lock herself in and maybe talk Jerrold out of whatever he wanted to do. He reached the top of the stairs as Billie stumbled to get away, but as she bounded through the bedroom door, two strong arms encircled her naked body and pushed her sprawling across the big double bed.

"I could scream, you know!" she gasped, trying to twist free from Jerrold Butler's grasp.

"You'll only get one chance," he growled, "so make it good."

He forced her over on her back again and drove a knee between her clamped thighs. Billie opened them with a cry of pain, and Jerrold shoved his hips into the gap.

"All I wanted was to borrow fifty dollars," she wailed. "Please let me go!"

"Don't give me that shit!" he snarled. "Jumping in my pool with nothin' on… you gotta be begging for it."

"But you told me if I wanted the money-" Billie's words were smothered by Jerrold's mouth. Against her belly she could feel the warmth of his cock… but this time the cock didn't belong to an eleven-year-old boy!

Her sheer, damp panties were still clinging to one ankle as the boy on top of her moved his hips into a better position, then slipped his cock down over her mound until she could feel the pressure of it nudging her wet cuntlips. Then Jerrold lunged, and her flesh parted slightly, wetting his glans with her love juices.

Billie was more afraid than she'd ever been in her life. Afraid of Jerrold Butler's cock and afraid of the thick, hot stuff he could pump into her vagina. But her arms felt so thin and weak fighting his stronger ones. Below, in the softness between her thighs, she knew her slit was being pushed apart to make room for another inch of his penis.

Trembling with effort, she tried again to close her legs, but they only squeezed tight against her attacker's own thighs.

"That's it," he moaned, humping his back to drive his cock in. Billie tried to twist her hands free, but Jerrold only stretched them higher above her head. She knew he was more than halfway into her, and like always, her struggles were bringing the pitch of her own body to a new tension. Every time he went deeper into her cunt and rubbed her sensitive membranes with his cock, a prickle of electric fire filled her stomach and breasts. Billie pressed her face down against the pillow and closed her lids tight… trying as hard as she could to think of something else. It hurt. He was so much bigger than Lonnie, and the flared head of his organ made sucking sounds as it mingled in her sex oil. By the way Jerrold's breathing sounded Billie knew he wasn't trying to make it last. If only Hanson would rescue her, she thought, but it struck her that Hanson might want to do the very same thing to her, and Billie's first fear was replaced with another.