John Kellerman: Tied up virgins

"Wooooo… it still hurts a little," Jody breathed.

"Ohhh, wow! It's beautiful!"

"What are you talking about, Brit?" Jody shuddered. "It must look awful! I stuck a hole in myself with that damned old… thing."

"Maybe you're better off without one…"

Brit peered at the ragged edge of skin that had protected Jody's virgin depths for years. Inside the hole seemed closed, surrounded by spongy dark lining. It still looked pretty tight.

"You sure you could fit that vibrator inside?" Brit asked, biting her lip in concentration.

"It went in easy! It scared me it went in so easy!" Jody shuddered again and closed her legs. "Is the bleeding stopped?"

"Yeah, you didn't bleed all that much really." Brit got up and picked up the vibrator from the edge of the sink. She held it under the warm water until all the red was washed away. Then she made a circle with her fingers and slid the thing in and out.

"Ohhh, don't do that," Jody gasped. "You make me remember…"

"How did it feel?" Brit interrupted. She fucked the switch on the bullet and closed her eyes. The buzz of the thing against her palm felt fantastic. "What would it feel like up inside a girl's body?"

"How did it feel? Well… it was… it was…"

Jody ran a hand over her hair: "It really is kind of hard to describe."

"I'll bet," Brit said, switching the thing off and putting it back on the sink. "You know, all this makes me want to… want to feel it too."

"You don't know what you're saying…"

"I do too know what I'm saying. I want to get fucked!" The admission made the blood rush to Brit's small tits. She was breathing hard, walking around in the bathroom while her redheaded friend watched in amazement. "I want to get fucked by a boy… but I'm scared, too."

This was the lint time Jody had ever heard Brit admit fear of any kind. "You? Scared?"

Brit hugged herself, nodded. "Yep. I never mentioned it before. I had a chance a year ago to get fucked. But at the last minute, I looked at that guy's cock and… I just went all freaky." She sucked in a long breath. "It looked so… big!"

"As big as… that?" Jody threw the vibrator a glance.

"Rigger. At least in some places." Brit saw Jody's puzzlement and smiled. She picked up the vibrator. "See a man is different… here." She made a circle with her fingers at the smooth tip of tire plastic cock. "This guy was all swelled out at the end. His cock had a kind of crown on it." Both girls giggled. "It was like a knob or a crown or a barb or something. It was all dark purple and really, really big!" Brit swallowed and remembered the moment when that boy had shoved that thing against her belly. "I just knew it wouldn't fit up inside me. I… I was afraid it would hurt. Did this plastic thing hurt?" Brit asked.

For Jody it was a new experience to be asked questions about sex from Brit. Brit had been the authority on such matters up until now. But then Brit was still a virgin and Jody had gone beyond that point forever.

"It hurt a little." Jody blushed violently. "But it was making me feel so… good… that I can't remember much."

They went in the other room. Brit watched Jody pull on a pair of panties and her jeans. Brit felt like throwing her silky skirt off and falling on the bed and plunging her hot little slit full of fingers. But she couldn't. Jody would be embarrassed. Brit thought about this for a split second. Why couldn't she do it to herself with Jody around? Wasn't it about time everything was brought up front? They talked about everything that had to do with sex… well almost everything.

"Jody," Brit said, her voice tight with the electricity of the moment. "I've got to lie down… and… do something to myself…"

"I'll leave," Jody said, getting up.

"No… don't leave. Talk to me."

"Talk to you?"

"About… the things you talk about in your sleep," Brit said, watching for Jody's reaction. Jody stopped breathing.

"I didn't know I talked in my sleep," she said.

Brit smiled, flopped onto the bed and inched her filmy short skirt up. "You do alright. And it really turns me on. Tell me about the guy who…"

"I don't want to!" Jody cried. She was out of the room before Brit could stop her. Brit went to the bed and sat on the edge, brooding. She felt bad about disturbing Jody like that. But damnit, they should be honest, about such things. They were best friends, weren't they?

Brit went down the steps and started through the orchard again. Her mother had gone shopping in town and her father was sleeping late while Juanita cleaned the house. Juanita had been in the United States for exactly one month now. Brit guessed the girl was nineteen or twenty. Her father had gone down to Laredo for festival when great numbers of Mexican nationals came across the bridge to party. And he'd come jack with Juanita. Brit's mother hadn't been so hot on the idea at first, but when Juanita dug into the chores, the protestations ended. After all, with a maid around the place her mother could spend more time shopping and playing cards and doing whatever else it was she liked to do. She had never understood her mother. She felt she was more like her father.

She padded up the steps and into the house. The kitchen was empty and so was the downstairs bedroom. Out of mild curiosity, Brit mounted the stairs. Her bare foot had just reached the top one when she knew where Juanita was. She was in her father's bedroom.

"Pleeze Meester Russell… don't make me do thees…"

"Now listen honey, I brought you up here. You gonna do what I tell you to do…"

Brit's belly went tight. The hair at the nape of her neck tickled. She took the final step to the second-floor hall and pressed her coltish body against the wall. Then she inched towards the open door of her father's bedroom. It wasn't open very wide. But it was wide enough for her to see Juanita's brown foot pointed back against the mattress. The small, lithe girl was sitting on her heels, her ebony hair cascading prettily over her shoulders. Brit edged closer.

"Meester Russell… I don't want to."

"Come on you act like you ain't never had one in your mouth before."

A burny, hot feeling rushed over Brit's white skin. She was panting. She tried to lick her lips, but her mouth was dry. She dared to get close enough to the dour so that she could see the two figures on the bed. The moment she saw her father's naked form, Brit felt dizzy. She'd seen her father partly undressed before. But now she realized she'd never really had a good look at his cock. It rested between the brown palms of the pretty Mexican girl. A strange thought passed through Brit's mind. Part of her had come through that thing the girl held… her daddy's cum made up half her genes. And now he wanted Juanita to suck it. Brit closed her eyes. But she couldn't keep them shut for long.

"I can't Meester Russell!"

"Okay, we'll see about what you can and can't do!" Brit covered her mouth with her hand as she watched her father grab the struggling Mexican girl. She whimpered helplessly as he forced her arms behind her back and tied them with the pillowcase.

"Nooo… please don't Meester Russell…"

"You brown bitch… I'll make you do I whatever I want you to and like it." He forced Juanita down on her knees on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed with his knees apart. Brit couldn't believe that her father could act like that. He'd always been so gentle with her, his daughter. He shoved his fingers into Juanita's black hair and twisted the shiny strands around until the young girl's mouth flew open in pain. She rocked back and forth on her knees, her arms jerking in the tight bonds that kept her wrists against the small of her back.

"Now… suck!"

"Nooo… Ohhhh… ghuuuu…!" Juanita threw her head back and forth as Brit watched her father pull the girl forward. His cock brushed her cheek, her lips. It was white along the shaft, swollen and dark at the tip. The tip was like the one she'd told Jody about. Flared, dangerously big. At last the pain was too much for Juanita and she let the throbbing crown push against her closed lips. Her teeth parted and Brit saw the girl slide her tongue out under the two fat lobes at the underside of the head. Her father got a funny look on his face. His eyes closed and his nostrils flared. He pulled Juanita forward against him and Brit had to smother a squeal of excitement as she saw the barbed tip slide between Juanita's lips and out of sight. There was a soft, sucking sound and a rivulet of spit trickled down the brown girl's chin.