Chapter 4

On second thought, it would have been nice to have had Luke and the cunt comfort of his bull prick still with me. If those three moonshiners hadn't done away with him in that cowardly way, I'd have him to protect me now. He'd been a good fucker too, in spite of the fact that he wasn't too bright. It was too bad I hadn't had a chance to really give his gorgeous cock one of my real cunt specials on a real bed, like they probably had in this darkened house I was approaching.

I warmed myself with the thought of how thrilling I could have made humping for Luke with a nice springy mattress to sort of help my palpitating pussy frig him till his balls were drained dry. Even though I am only seventeen, I have been told by plenty of satisfied pecker pushers that I have a wonderful technique of milking a man's dong to the very last drop. But there's no doubt that a good bed gives any woman's cunny more bounce to the ounce, and I regretted that poor Luke had his last screw on a blanket covering the ground.

There didn't seem to be a sign of life around the house, no parked cars and nobody sneaking a screw in a darkened room. So I decided to get in, even if I had to break in.

Just about the time I reached this decision I thought of something else, namely how lucky I was that there hadn't been a large savage dog on the premises. I hadn't even thought about that possibility when I'd sunk my boat behind me, and standing there in the dark all but defenseless except for the hunting knife in my hand it gave me the creeps.

As I mentioned earlier, I have a real vivid imagination, and in my imagination I could picture just how awful it would have been. Me sneaking around peering in the windows -and then all of a sudden a huge savage dog leaping out of the darkness and sinking its huge teeth into my tender ass.

However, there hadn't been a large savage dog on the grounds, so maybe my luck was changing for the good. With which thought in mind I broke in. Though actually, I didn't have to break in in the technical sense of the word.

I had a big rock in my hand, all ready to smash in the window of the rear door so's I could reach the latch, when I decided to see if the back door was open. And it was. So in I went.

I found myself inside a big, fancy kitchen. Just the right place. I didn't turn on a light, for fear of being conspicuous, but just hot-footed it over to the refrigerator, which I could make out quite plain in the moonlight, and opened the door and started eating.

I was so hungry I just grabbed first and shoved whatever I got my hands on into my mouth. It was good grabbing, too. Cold ham and cheese and the remains of a cold chicken. I grabbed and ate and grabbed and ate. Then I spotted half a bottle of milk and drained that down in four or five gulps and then went on grabbing and eating some more.

I was still grabbing and eating when all of a sudden a girl's voice said, "Raymond! Shame on you. Did you come early just to raid the refrigerator?"

And then the kitchen lights snapped on.

And there we were, the two of us, looking at each other with no more than ten feet between us.

I guess we must have made quite an interesting contrast. Like there was me, in an old flannel shirt and blue jeans, barefoot, all covered with mud and dirt and river slime, with my long blonde hair all damp and straggly, crouched down in a fighting position with a snarl on my face and a ten-inch hunting knife in my hand -and there was this other chick.

She was a brunette, with short, feathery hair and big brown eyes and a wide, cupid's bow mouth. About my age, I figured, which is to say seventeen. But she was built fairly good. Meaning she had about a thirty-six inch bust -compared to my thirty-eight inches -and she was kind of fat all over.

Though the places she was fat in, I guess most men would have called her voluptuous. That is, she had a big, rounded ass and wide hips and full thighs. And, like I mentioned, big boobs. About the size of small balloons, her knockers were.

I could see all this real plain on account as she was just about naked. All she was wearing was this real transparent negligee of some kind of filmy black stuff which didn't hide a damn thing, it showed her bush and pussy slit as plain as day. Being a girl my self I knew just what the negligee had been designed for. It'd been designed to get men stiff-pricked as soon as possible, was all.

And I guess if I'd been a man I'd have gotten a real hardon, seeing as how just about all she had to offer was right there in plain sight. She hadn't even tied the damn negligee, and her titties were sticking right out in plain sight, the nipples so bright a red I figured she must have touched them up with lipstick to make them look sexier.

However, being a girl, I didn't get the least bit excited, speaking cunt-wise. I just crouched even lower and gestured with the hunting knife and said, in a real low, real vicious tone, "Make one sound, sister, and I'll slice you all the way up that big juicy crack of yours. And then some"

Honest, you'd have busted right out laughing if you could have seen the way she reacted to that and to the sight of me and my razor-sharp hunting knife, the tip of which was aimed right for her fat twat.

Her big mouth opened and closed a couple of times, and she said a couple of goofy things like, "Awk! Eeek! Ah!" and then her eyes rolled back and

-flop -down -she went on her fat ass in a cold faint!

I was over to her in a flash, to see if she was faking, but I guess she wasn't. At least, even after I'd pricked her gently a few times, here and there, with my hunting knife, she didn't move or groan or react

-so I decided she really had fainted. The little cock-teaser. The big voluptuous rich cock-teaser, I should say.

I set right to work. The first thing I did was take off her negligee, on account of I'd taken a fancy to it and decided I might as well steal it. Then I found some clothesline in the kitchen closet and tied her ankles good and tight, and then I tied her hands behind her and then, so's she wouldn't come to and start making loud sounds, I stuffed a dishcloth in her mouth.

Then went back to raiding the refrigerator.

After I'd finished off the rest of the cold chicken and most of the ham and another bottle of milk I felt much better, so I walked over to the now-naked chick, who I'd left lying on her ass on the kitchen floor, and stared down at her. She'd come out of her faint and was staring up at me looking real scared and making choking sounds from behind the dishcloth.

I sat down on her stomach, kind of straddling her, and pricked her in the throat with my knife. "Awk!" she said, from behind the dishcloth in her mouth.

"Listen," I said, "and listen good. I'm desperate, see? I'll stop at nothing. I'd just as soon kill you real slow and painful -as spit on you. Understand?"

I pricked her in the throat with my knife. "Understand?"

After I took the knife away she nodded her head -so vigorously the back of her stupid head bounced up and down on the floor.

"Okay. I'm going to take this gag out of your mouth. And you're going to answer a few questions. But real quiet-like. Because if you make more noise than I like ..." I swept the knife past her throat in a real vicious manner. "Understand?"

She nodded again.

So I took the dishcloth out of her mouth and started asking her questions. It was just about as I'd figured -or would have figured if I'd had time to sit down and figure things out.

She was a high school girl, all of seventeen, and her name was Shirley. She lived in the house we were in with her parents, only her parents had gone off the day before to visit some relatives in Toledo, or someplace similar, and wouldn't be back until the day after tomorrow.

So meanwhile she was in the house all alone. So naturally she'd called up her boyfriend, a guy named Raymond, and suggested he drop over. Which was how come she was all decked out in her cockteasing negligee with lipstick on her nipples. She was waiting to get sucked and fucked, was what she was doing. Or vice-versa.

Although she didn't come right out and say so, I got the idea that she hadn't let Raymond get anything more than his hand up near her bush before this. Tonight, evidently, was to be the big night.

After I got through chuckling I prodded her in the left tit with my hunting knife -a little harder than I intended to -and said, "Shirley, old girl. Are you still a virgin?"

She nodded, her eyes rolling in a real wild fashion.

"Well, Shirley," I told her, "looks like you're going to keep your stupid virginity for another day or so." I stuffed the dishcloth back in her mouth, then prodded her again with the hunting knife. Just for the hell of it, this time. "In fact," I went on, "You might even die a quite unfucked virgin." And with that I prodded her again, just to scare her.

I sure succeeded. Her eyes rolled around like they were marbles in a couple of eggcups. "On the other hand," I said, prodding her gently in the stomach with my knife, "if you keep real quiet for a while maybe, just maybe, I'll let you live. Going to be a good girl?"

She nodded so hard it's a wonder she didn't crack the kitchen floor.

"Okay," I said, and with that I got up off her

T and grabbed her ankles and dragged her, ass down, across the kitchen floor toward a big broom closet I'd noticed earlier. I dragged her all the way inside, made sure there weren't any glass bottles lying around and then, after kicking her gently in the stomach, left her there and closed the door on her.

The reason I checked for glass bottles, of course, was that I'd read in plenty of hardboiled mysteries about how people got out of their bonds by smashing bottles and using sharp pieces of glass to cut through their ropes.

I figured Shirley would be safe for a long while, though. I'd tied her wrists and ankles real tight.

Back in the kitchen I glanced at the electric clock on the wall. Nine-thirty. Shirley had told me she was expecting her boy friend at ten-forty-five. Even figuring he'd arrive early, that gave me an hour. Which I could make good use of.

First thing I did was find the bathroom, take off all my clothes, and take a long hot shower. I sure needed one. Then I dried myself and explored the house. I found twenty-two dollars in currency, including twenty dollars in Shirley's handbag. Then I started going through her room. Notwithstanding she had only a thirty-six inch bust, Shirley and I were close enough in size so I could wear most of her clothes. And she sure had a lot of fancy clothes. The rich cock-teaser.

Actually, though, her clothes weren't so much fancy as expensive. That is, they were made out of good material and all, but her dresses were kind of on the demure, little-girl style.

Me, I like dresses that fit so tight I can hardly wiggle, with the neckline scooped real low, so's people can get a good look at the deep valley between my creamy titties.

However, demure clothes were better than nothing at all, so I hunted up a small suitcase and stuffed a bunch of dresses and sweaters and skirts into it. I didn't bother stealing any of her underwear on account of I don't like wearing anything over my pussy.

by ten-fifteen I was all set to travel. Shirley was safely locked in the broom closet, I was wearing her best sweater and skirt, plus a pair of her highheeled shoes, I had a topcoat of hers over my arm and a suit case full of her clothes. Plus her handbag under my arm. All I had to do was walk out the door and be on my way. With half a million dollars worth of diamonds.

Well, that certainly would have been the sensible thing to do -get the hell out fast, I mean but I'm a girl who seems to just naturally not do the sensible thing.

I guess you might say that's bceause of my basically romantic nature. Some people have called me cock-crazy, but I always thought that they were jealous because I happen to be a very well-built girl who can't see anything wrong with screwing whenever a properly qualified pecker -six inches or more -presents itself.

And a properly qualified prick certainly was presenting itself. As I was taking a last look around Shirley's room, for anything cute or portable I might have missed, I spotted a picture of a rugged-looking, husky young man, autographed, "To Shirley from Raymond." I did a quick double-take. If this was Raymond, no wonder Shirley was so ready to make the supreme sacrifice of her maidenhood.

I thought to myself, I was being a spoilsport as far as Raymond was concerned. Here he was ready to pluck, as it were, the cherry of his girl friend and I had put her pussy out of reach of his pecker. In all fairness to Raymond and his hardon the least

I could do was to substitute my slit for Shirley's when he arrived. I'm not conceited, but I knew he'd be getting a much better screw, to say the least.