John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

"What would it feel like if a guy ate my cunt?" Brit mused aloud. She was sitting on the edge of her bed in a t-shirt and that was all. It was the way she always slept. She liked the way the bottom edge of the t-shirt felt when she didn't have on any panties. It made her feel more naked than if she wasn't wearing anything at all.

"Mmmmmmm," Jody groaned, still sleeping. The sheet had been thrown aside and Brit watched her friend's bottom move up and down in the instinctive rhythms of fucking. Jody's lips were curved into a smile. But a frown swept her pleasure away and she froze in her slumber and began to breathe in a labored, troubled way. Brit wished she could see what Jody was dreaming. Whatever it was, it was about sex. She could see the nylon band of her friend's panties stuck wetly between her plump cuntlips.

Brit sucked in a slow breath and held it. She'd heard a lot of stories about men kissing girls… not just on the mouth. All over. Even… a girl's pussy! Once on a date Harry Wymon had kissed her stomach. At the time Brit had thought that he might've wanted to do more. But he didn't, much to her disappointment.

Except for that time with Billy Caruthers when she'd tied him up and ruptured her hymen on his small, stiff cock, Brit figured she'd been watching sex more than doing it. Watching her father and brother fool around with Juanita, the hired help. These recent memories were enough to make her shiver. It was not so much that it'd been her own kin fucking the brown-skinned girl – reactions to the lovemaking, a fellow female under attack by the male animal.

Jody was restless again and Brit broke off her reveries to stare.

"Don't lock my hands in those… Noooo!" Jody plunged her ass furiously, rocking the narrow bed. It made Brit hotter than hell just to listen, to watch her shy friend dream.

Jody blinked and rubbed her eyes. Brit went in the bathroom, pretending she hadn't been peeking. In a little while she heard Jody getting dressed and went back in. She was dying to ask where her redheaded buddy had been last night, but decided to bide her time on that.

"Hey Jody, you know what we oughta do today?"

"No. What?" Jody seemed far away. Like she was thinking about somebody else, another time and place.

"The Jaycees are having a picnic over at the old Burton place. I bet there'll be a lot of boys hanging around and I was thinking."

"You want to go. Maybe some boy will try and feel you up!" Jody looked irritated.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, anyhow?"

"I don't know. I feel all mixed up about… you know."

"About sex?" Brit asked.

"Yeah. I feel… like I can't handle it. I don't think I want to see any boys."

"Once you get there you'll change your mind." Brit got up and walked around the room. The t-shirt rubbed the outward curve of her ass and made her feel like she needed a boy to look at her. Did it look sexy, that t-shirt? Jody would never tell her.

"WELL?" Brit insisted, standing in front of her friend, hands on her hips.

"Okay, I'll go. But I might not have a good time." Jody got a comb and went to the mirror. "I wish I could do something with my hair," she mumbled, jerking the comb through the tight tangled curls.

"Your hair is fine," Brit said. She watched Jody walk across the room. She'd heard that you could tell when a girl had been fucked. She walked different forever afterwards. She hadn't been able to discern any difference in her own gait, but now she concentrated on Jody and tried to guess. Had Jody fucked somebody last night? Was there a little looser swing to her full, plump hips? Brit thought there was. But then she couldn't be sure either, could she?

"What time is this damned picnic?" Jody said, flinging the comb down on the dresser.

"About ten I think."

"Well, let's eat breakfast and go on over there and get it over with." Jody took a deep breath and sighed. When she walked out the door, Brit was almost positive that there was a new little jerk to Jody's ass. Yes, she was positive now! Jody had been out fucking the night before!

There was already half a dozen cars at the Burton place when Brit bounced up in the pick-up. Beside her sat Juanita and Jody, both unsmiling, though Jody's smile looked a little forced. Brit was glad her father had let Juanita off for the day. Brit had gotten to like the Mexican girl, though they had a little difficulty communicating sometimes. More than just liking her, she respected Juanita. Respected her knowledge of… yes, sex! Brit had noticed a subtle change in her father lately. Juanita was playing some game with him, bending him to her way. And yet it had seemed as if Juanita had been the one taken advantage of when she'd watched her dad fooling around with her.

"Eet is a nice day," Juanita said, pushing black hair out of her eyes. She'd put on lipstick and worn a frilly white blouse that contrasted beautifully with her perfect skin. Skin so dark and smooth that Brit felt anemic sitting beside her.

The girls parked and wandered over to where a couple of the Jaycees were already getting beers up. A softball game was starting to get organized. More cars pulled into the yard. Kids ran and yelled while women set up a long table and started setting out food.

Brit got a Coke and went over to the shade of a big tree. That's when Will Steam roared in with his squad car and got out. He wasn't in uniform today. He had a ball and a bat. Then he saw Brit and came over. She was glad that Juanita and Jody were somewhere else. Will looked pretty nice without his silly uniform.

"HI Brit," he slurred, pulling a small flask out of a hip pocket. She could see that he was already pretty full of it.

"I don't want any thanks."

"Underage, huh?"

Brit nodded.

"Come on, I'm gonna make you break the law." He pushed the silver flask into her hand and squatted down. His brown hair fell in his eyes. He laughed, waiting. Brit shrugged and took a little.

It burned all the way down and she shook her head, her eyes watering like crazy. Will took the whiskey back and stuffed it in a pocket.

"You want to take a ride? I'm going to pick up a few more of the guys." She shrugged again. "Sure, I guess so." All the way over to the patrol car, Brit felt the tension. She knew that Will meant to try something as soon as he could. And she was scared. But she welcomed whatever he might try too. It was about time she learned what being grown up was, all about. She hadn't really ever been thoroughly fucked! Billy Caruthers didn't count. Nor did that battery-driven vibrator.

Like she'd suspected, Will didn't intend to pick anyone up… at least not right at the moment. He took her out on the ridge road and found a shady place under a bunch of huge cottonwoods. Water trickled nearby and there didn't seem to be anyone around for miles.

Brit was sitting there in the front seat shivering while Will drank more courage from his flask. She knew he wasn't afraid of women. But he was a little shaky when it came to a girl. He could get himself in trouble, fooling around with her.

"You'd better quit drinking so much," she said.

He grabbed her suddenly and pressed his whiskey-soaked mouth against her lips. It was too sudden, too brutal. Brit had wanted everything to be romantic and perfect. She pushed her small hands against his chest but he pulled her close like a giant gorilla and started biting her neck. It hurt!

"Don't. Ohhhh don't!"

"Come on, you dumb little chick, you've been wanting this. Don't bullshit me!"

"Not like this, damnit!" She squirmed out of his arms and opened the car door. He staggered out his side and caught her again as she tried to sit down by the stream.

"I've been dreaming about that tight little pussy of yours," he laughed. "I bet it's like a milking machine inside me…!" He had her shoulders and was bending them back as he put sloppy kisses all over her neck. Brit was horrified. Her dream of beautiful sex was devastated. Will Steam was a… monster! If only she'd known what a idiot he was.