Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"You sweet-smellin' little bitch," Jerrold panted into her hair. Then he tried to kiss her again on the mouth, but Billie turned her head from him and felt his teeth against her neck and ear instead. The steady friction of the boy's body against her clit had made her nipples, burn and sprout against his chest, and now their rubbing was doing things to other parts of her.

"Oh, stop, stop!" she sobbed.

"Don't you like it?" he growled, jerking her hands even higher. Billie looked at his blond brows and arrogantly handsome face.

"No… I don't…" And it was partly true. She couldn't stand the way he'd forced her like some piece of white trash that the banker's son had rights to. But the other things that were happening had Billie terribly mixed-up. The savage way her slim bottom was being pressed against the mattress made her want to wiggle free, but the wiggling only increased the feeling of being pressed down until she had to admit that it was a kind of nice feeling. The bad part was Jerrold Butler.

Billie steeled herself against the sensations, but her inflamed little cunt was beginning to throb with all the rubbing and she could feel the fullness of her abdomen.

Jerrold was making funny sounds in his throat and ramming his body against her. Billie felt his hold loosen on one of her wrists, but she knew it would be of no use to try to escape now. His hips rocked and dipped and plowed at her ravaged little cunt and she knew that his cock must be squirting her full of cum. She was tired of struggling… She didn't want him to know that he'd finally managed to excite her.

But he went on and on… rubbing her sleek cunt until with a sudden consuming panic, Billie knew it was too late to hold onto the fragments of her shattered emotions any longer. The tingling, stormy thrill was filling her thighs and belly and she had to clench the covers with her fingers to keep from squirming. Billie bit her cheek and cried out with the effort of trying to stop what was happening, but the tickle grew into a solid core of turbulent exhilaration as the cock in her cunt kept fucking and fucking and fucking. Then her will dissolved completely and she knew she couldn't keep her trembling bottom still another second.

"Ohhh, nooo!" she whined, writhing, trying to disguise her fever as an effort to get free. "Get off!" Billie choked, coming blindly, her breath hoarse and dry in her throat.

"Baby," Jerrold mumbled, hugging her at last. "Baby-doll…"

"I hate you, hate you, hate you!"

When it was over, Billie felt sick. Jerrold fell off of her, a dreamy smile on his face, and she got up quickly and sat on the edge of the bed while the sickness passed. Numbed, she felt the jizz ooze out of her cunt and soak the bedspread until finally she composed herself enough to untangle the panties from around her ankle and slip them on.

"What about the money?" she asked. Her voice was so flat and calm it surprised her.

"Come around to the bank on Monday," Jerrold said lazily. "I'll arrange something for you then. Of course, you'll have to have a co-signer and …"

Billie-Ann doubled her fists and brought them down as hard as she could on the side of Jerrold Butler's handsome face. He pitched up from the bed with a yell and clamped a hand over the red place that was already swelling under one eye.

"What the hell is wrong with you anyway!" His eyes glared fiercely, but Billie stood her ground.

Inside, she felt like a scared little girl.

"I told you I needed the money now!" She was frightened, but angry and tired, too. Tired of being pushed around.

"Okay, okay for Chrissake." He stood up, tenderly touching the place on his cheek and studying Billie closely. "I don't have fifty bucks I can spare, but-"

"I want a hundred now," she said, staring into his eyes until he looked away. "Not to borrow-to keep."

Jerrold put his hands on his hips and gave her a smile, but Billie could easily see it was an uncertain one. "Who do you think you're trying to pull one on?"

But she was sure of her advantage now. Jed Judson had told her only a little while before about the law and little girls being naked with older fellas.

"I'm fourteen," she blurted, dimpled chin stuck out in challenge.

"Maybe I should just go down to the police station and-"

"Wait now," Butler said, waving his hands. "Why don't we go out tonight together and I'll buy you dinner and we can talk this over."

"No!" Billie folded her arms under her breasts and pouted. "Go get my clothes-then give me the money."

She waited alone in the bedroom until Jerrold returned, sheepishly carrying the things she'd pulled off at poolside. Billie saw that he'd put on his swimming trunks.

"I didn't know they let people like you work at banks," she snapped, grabbing her things out of his hand.

"I've only been doing it since I flunked out of State U. If I mess this job up my old man'll disinherit me for sure." He looked at her apologetically. "Listen, if I had known you really didn't want to play-"

"You owe me some money," Billie repeated, buckling her leather belt and slipping into her sandals. She almost felt sorry for him, but it wouldn't do her any good getting soft now.

Jerrold left the room again, and after a minute he returned, mumbling.

"This is all the cash there is in the house." He held out four twentydollar bills and a ten. "I swear it is."

Without a word, Billie-Ann folded the money into her pocket and pushed by him out of the room. She heard his footsteps behind her as she went downstairs and across the big front room, but she kept her eyes straight ahead. Finally at the door he jumped in front of her.

"What kind of a chick are you anyway?" Jerrold asked, frowning. "Just take the money and leave without so much as a 'go-to-hell'?"

Billie kept her expression straight and cool. "I got something important to do." She stepped by and went down the long walk. Just before she closed the wrought-iron gate behind her, she glanced back to see him standing open-mouthed in the doorway to his parents' house.

Then she hurried down the street toward where she thought the river cut through Dooberville. Now that she'd gotten the money, Billie knew where she had to go… to the colored part of town to find someone who could bail Hanson Allen out of jail.

As the houses along Bonner street began to get shabbier and more paintpeeled, Billie knew she was heading in the right direction. Finally, she could smell the river, and when she got closer to the business part of black town, she could see the shops and bars along one side of the street busy with Friday-afternoon excitement. Billie was embarrassingly aware of the dark faces turning her way as she walked by the open doorways. She wanted to turn to ask for help but was still too afraid and uncertain to try.

The heavy smells of greens boiling and of sizzling barbecue made her realize she hadn't eaten all day, but there wasn't time to think of food yet. The cool eyes of one black boy about her own age looked boldly at her lithe, bare legs but when she chanced a smile at him, he spat in the gutter and strolled proudly by.

Billie had stopped near the comer of one street when a girl in a red dress staggered suddenly from a noisy bar and took her by the arm. The colored girl's eyes were bloodshot and she smelled of cheap whiskey.

"Honey, you's in the wrong part of town for Friday!"

Billie stared at her, speechless with terror, afraid that at any moment more blacks would stumble from the bar and help run her away.. or worse.

"I need help," she finally managed to say.

"Ain't nobody 'roun' here be able to help you." The woman rocked unsteadily in her run-down shoes. Another voice, a man's, boomed from somewhere inside the darkened bar.