John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

"Push!" Brit cried. "Push, damnit!"

"I'm trying. You're hurting me!"

"Oh shit," Brit said, her voice angry. "You get on bottom…" Billy rolled over and Jody watched enviously as Brit squirmed herself onto the boy's belly. But was she really envious? Jody wasn't sure. She wasn't sure she'd have the nerve to actually let Billy's cock slip inside her body, even though there was nothing to stop his cock, no cherry left to block the way. What she was envious of was Brit's courage. The courage to seduce this young kid, the courage to get herself poked for the first time.

Brit squatted over Billy's jutting cock. She held it with both hands as she wiggled herself backwards and down. Jody held her breath as she watched the tip of the stiff thing press between the swollen folds of the blonde's pussy. Brit had her eyes closed as she concentrated on finding the exact spot. Then she had it. Jody could tell. Holding the barb of the boy's tip against her cherry, she shoved suddenly backwards.

"Hey… Owwwwwww!"

"Damnit… be still!"

"It won't go in!" Billy moaned. "I gotta go home." He tried to get up but Brit grabbed his shoulders and pinned him against the mattress.

"You won't go until I'm through," she panted, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a wild beast about to devour her prey. Jody stared. She was more excited than ever. It was like rape! Only the other way round.

"Let me up?" Billy bellowed. He had an arm loose. Brit caught it and when Billy rolled onto his stomach, she shoved it up behind his back until the boy grunted with pain.

"Now… you're gonna do what I say," she spit. "Uncle… Jeb you're breaking my fuckin' arm!"

"Help me, Jody," she hissed. Jody sat up in bed, swung her legs to the floor.

"God… what do you want me to do?" She didn't want anything to do with Brit now. It was exciting up to this point. But if she had to help force Billy to do something he didn't want to do…

"Get me that mule harness… the one hanging in the other room…" Brit's eyes were wild, her blonde hair glowing in the evening light. Jody walked backwards, watching Billy's slender form jerking under Brit's weight. "Hurry, damnit. He's fighting like hell."

Jody felt numb as she took the leather straps down from the hook by the door. She knew she was doing something very wrong. There was something about tying people up that went against her pain. But at the same time, she was weak in the knees from watching the willowy Brit work her will on Billy. She came back in the room breathing hard.

"Hem," she gasped, holding the harness straps. "You've got to do it," Brit demanded. "While I hold his hands here… hurry up!"

Jody wound the straps around Billy's wrists while Brit held them together. She could feel the seepy juice dampening the insides of her thighs, soaking the crotchpiece of her panties. Why was it so thrilling tying up some scared young boy? She knew why. Because Brit was like some hungry feline animal. She meant to force that slender little cock up inside her body and squirm around on it until…

"Do you think we should?" Jody asked.

"Come on… hurry it up!" Brit pushed down on Billy's arms as Jody jerked the straps tight and knotted them. Then Brit rolled him over onto his back again. Jody saw immediately that his cock was sagging and small. All the fighting had cooled him off.

"I could sure get you in a lot of trouble!" he said, tight-lipped and pushed her hair out of her eyes and knelt at his crotch. She grabbed his cock and started pumping it like before. This time nothing happened.

"We'll have to do something else," Brit said. Jody could see the glistening droplets in her friend's cunthair. Brit was breathing raggedly and her thin nostrils were flared. She licked her lips then. Jody didn't really believe she meant to do it. Until she saw her pretty friend drop her head down. Her pink tongue shot out and the tip of it fluttered along the underside of Billy's wilted prick.

"Jeeeezzz!" he gasped, working his hips. "That tickles…" Brit rubbed her lips together like she was tasting. Then she shrugged and fluttered her tongue out again. Jody was breathing so hard she felt dizzy. She pushed her hands up over her full breasts and squeezed them. She couldn't seem to help herself. She squeezed them again and pinched the nipples until jolts of pleasure throbbed steadily through her body.

"God, Brit, if he tells anybody…"

"He's still not getting hard," Brit snapped. "Why don't you kiss him?"

"Kiss him?"

"You know how don't you?" Brit arched an eyebrow. Jody bit her lip and nodded.

"Sure… okay." She put her face down close to Billy's. He looked at her with wild eyes.

"You all better let me go or I'm gonna start screaming!"

"You start screaming," Brit warned, "and we'll dump you in the pond and let you drown, you dumb little fucker!"

Jody had never heard her friend talk like that. She felt so strange, so dizzy and hot and spaced. Like they were the only three people left on earth. Billy turned his face away, but Jody kissed him on the check and then on the neck. The act excited her tremendously. She was really getting into it! She opened her mouth wide and started tonguing the boy's ear. He whimpered and closed his eyes. She licked him steadily, wetting the fine down on his face and neck. When she looked down at what Brit we doing, her eyes almost bused out of her head.

Brit wasn't just licking the surface of Billy's small shaft anymore. She had pursed her lips into a plump, soft O and was pushing them gently down around the head of Billy's cock. When she did, the foreskin was forced back on the shaft to expose the flared ridge completely. The boy lifted his ass off the bed a little, writhing against the tight straps which bound his wrists under him.

"Ohhhhh… it…!" The breath whooshed from his lungs and he squirmed again. Brit dropped her head and Jody watched breathlessly as her blonde friend's lips curved down the slender shaft. Then Brit stopped and Jody could see her throat working as she shoved her tongue back and forth against the delicate membrane that were now hidden inside her mouth.

"God… Brit… you're sucking his cock!" It was barely a whisper, but Brit heard the words and glanced at Jody. Jody gave a moan of excitement and opened her mouth against Billy's suddenly. She felt Brit's heat, was sharing Brit's carnal hunger. And Billy's cock was stiffening now. When Brit slid her lips back, the spear pumped rigid, the spongy head dusky with trapped blood.

Billy moaned into the kiss as Jody felt his tongue with hers. She ran her hands over his chest, tickled his nipples with her palms. He grunted in his throat and, writhed harder than ever. The sound of Brit's lips sliding up and down his cockshaft was louder now. Jody couldn't keep from sneaking looks. Brit had her small white hands around the base of the jutting thing, her fingers playing in the soft sac there. Holding him like that, she bobbed her head with a steady, insatiable rhythm. Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth. Jody could hear her breath coming in little coos of happiness as she worked the boy to a feverish pitch of excitement.

"Feels… so… weird…" he gasped, "it's itching… itching like crazy!"

Brit took her mouth away from him then and licked her chin. "That oughta do it," she said, giving the spit-glossed shaft a few quick jacks with her right hand. Then she was climbing up over Billy's body, fitting her knees at his sides as she grabbed his prick and guided it against her peeled pussy.

Jody rolled out of the way. She felt like she had to touch herself, like she had to do something or go crazy! Her panties were a sloppy mess. She shoved a hand down under the silky band that bid her mound. Her fingers came away shiny, her musky juices slippery and hot on her skin. She didn't really think about it when she skinned the skimpy thing off. Then she flopped onto the bed again and lay on her back to watch Brit.