John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

"Noooooo…"

"Yes, it's too stiff to keep out. And you're too juicy, too slippery. I'm getting in now… really getting in!" Will lunged with his hips and the shaft made a sucking noise as it speared her satin-soft pussy!

"Nooo… never…!"

"Tell me damnit, tell me!" He bit down and the pain shot through her. But the pain only served to excite her more. Brit wasn't used to the combination. She jerked at the cuffs and crashed her ass around wildly as Will clutched her waist and pound himself deeper into her soft hole. An itchy thrill spread suddenly through her mound. She bucked and thrust to scratch it but the pleasure grew more intense. How could a girl stand anything like it, Brit wondered.

"Nhuuuuu… Ohhhh it feels so strange…"

"You like it, don't you?" Will insisted.

"Yes… it's driving me crazy!"

"You like it!"

"I love it… Uhhhhhh!"

The words had just slipped out. She didn't love Will. She loved… the loving. These thoughts blurred like she was watching everything from a speeding train. Then the ecstasy of coming burst upon her and Brit felt herself slowly losing consciousness. She was sinking into a itchy wonderland of pleasure as she worked her trim ass up and down on the car hood, as she felt Will spear the rest of his big cock up inside her young body. And then he was grunting, and clutching at her frantically. The hood buckled a little from their combined weight. And though Brit knew that Will's hot cream was spurting into her body, she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but rubbing her tingling parts against him harder and harder and harder.

Jody didn't know why she agreed to go with Jeb. By that time everybody at the picnic was either drunk or so full of potato salad they were sleeping in the shade of the big trees. She'd last track of Juanita long before. Maybe the pretty dark-skinned girl had met someone she liked and gone off in the woods with him. Like Brit had gone off with Will in his car. Jody didn't know what her blonde friend saw in a cop. Jody had an instinctive distaste for policemen. Her mother had put it there, perhaps. Though Jeb wasn't much better. But she'd had a few beers and felt loose and easy.

She'd conveniently forgotten how he'd treated her the night before. His strange actions at the abandoned house… the way he'd left her sitting in the car while he'd taken the liquor-store girl to bed. So what? She didn't really like him. Who cared if she rode around all day with him in his car.

"Did you tell anybody where you were going?"

"What do you mean?" Jody asked. Jeb had given her another can of beer and she held it cradled between her thighs as he drove away from town.

"I picked you up on the road leading away from the picnic grounds."

"I was bored. I guess I was kinda heading for town."

"So nobody knows you're with me?"

"I guess not. What does it matter?"

"It matters." He smiled at her, pulled her over against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She was a little giddy with the beer. She could even imagine getting worked up a little if Jeb kissed her. Maybe. She didn't intend to let him take advantage of her like he had the night before.

"Where are we going?" She glanced out the window at the passing fenceposts. "Not to that creepy old house again, I hope."

"Naw. I want you to meet some friends. Some people I know who come out every year from the city to hunt and fish. I rent them an old cabin I built up by the creek."

Jody started to say something, didn't. She wrinkled her brow, ran a hand through her red hair. What in hell was Jeb talking about anyway? She had the funny feeling she shouldn't've come with him at all. There was something in the air… hanging. Something she felt might be dangerous for her.

"Look in the back seat," Jeb said. Jody looked. A gaily wrapped package with her name on the card. She started undoing the ribbon.

"Can I open it now?"

"Sure." Jeb drank from a pint bottle, drove with one hand. "I felt kinda bad after last night. Maybe I didn't treat you quite like a guy should on a first date."

"It wasn't really a date," Jody said, opening the box. Inside was a bright red dress. It was made from some silky material that shone in the sun. Jody hugged it against her face. She'd never had a dress like that, never in her whole life.

"God… God, it's wonderful!"

"Why don't I stop and you can put it on."

"Could I come along?"

"Since we're going to a party, you might as well."

Jeb pulled off the highway and stopped by a grove of trees. It didn't take Jeb but a few seconds to skin her jeans off and wiggle into the tight, red dress. It was tight in the places where a dress should be tight. It showed off her trim waist, the outward swell of her hips and ass. And it made her full, round breasts seem all that much bigger. She put her sandals back on and came back to the car. Jeb was leaning against the door smoking.

"Now that's more like it," he said, stepping on his cigarette. Jody studied her reflection in the car window.

"Thanks Jeb… really. It's a wonderful dress."

"Let's go," he said, glancing at his watch. Jody slid into the front seat and drank half of her beer down quick. She was so excited. And they were going to a party! Now she was really glad she'd come with Jeb. Maybe he was an okay guy after all.

"You want a little shot of this?" he asked, holding up the pint as he pulled back onto the highway.

"Well…"

"Aw come on, it'll loosen you up for the party."

Jody shrugged and took the bottle.

The cabin was set back in the piney woods. They'd driven up a road that was hardly a road at all. It seemed like miles and miles of trees and mudholes away from the traveled thoroughfare. When Jeb finally stopped and they got out, she could only hear the wind through the trees and the far-off chatter of a bluejay. Then a tall, good-looking man with gray at his temples came out of the cabin.

"How ya doin', sir," Jeb said shaking hands eagerly. Jody thought he was acting kinda funny. Like this guy was some kind of important person or something.

"And this must be the girl you spoke of…" The man looked directly at her. Jody blushed and clutched her hands together in front of her. Two other men had come out on the porch. "My name is Edwards. You can call me Mark." He took Jody by the elbow. "In fact I insist you call me Mark. What's your name?"

"Jody…"

"Ah yes. Jody. Wonderful name." They all went inside Jody was briefly introduced to the other men. When Mark went to the kitchen to get them refreshment, Jeb leaned close.

"He's a state senator, baby. Play your cards right and you could have it made."

"What do you mean," she hissed back, frowning. "I'm with you, aren't I?" Jeb got a funny look on his face.

"Go along with it. You'd better claim well go along with it." Jeb went out on the porch with the two aides. Jody could hear them talking about fishing. Mark came back in with a drink for her. It was something alcoholic, but Jody couldn't tell exactly what. She had a sinking feeling in her guts. She was beginning to understand what Jeb had led her into. Though she could hardly believe that a state senator would want to mess around with a girl from a podunk town, that's exactly what seemed to be taking place.

"Your dress is beautiful," Mark Edwards said.

"It's especially for the party!" Jody blurted, out of embarrassment. Then she looked around and realized that it was a party of two only. Jeb and the senator's aides had conveniently disappeared. Mark read her thoughts.

"They'll worry about the others," he said taking her hand. "They're scouting out the stream I plan to fish next time I come up. I must I gave in an hour…"

"I can't believe I'm really talking to a senator," Jody said, sipping her drink nervously. "We studied government in school and…" She stopped, afraid of sounding too silly.