Chapter 6
This time, Betty Jurgens was taking no chances on being found in the garage with her boyfriend by her irate father. Some fifteen minutes after she had seen him drive away for his date with Kathleen Johnson, she hurried to the phone and dialed Henry Warren's number. He answered the phone at once, and Betty eagerly came right to the point, "Hank, honey, Dad's gone out for the evening and I do want to see you. It's awfully important."
"Sure, Betty baby. Matter of fact, I was going to take a chance and call in a couple of minutes just in the hope that you'd answer the phone and not your dad. My folks are out of town for the whole weekend, so we can meet at my place for a change. And maybe we can finish what we started there at the garage. Did it hurt bad, poor baby?"
At this sly reminder of the shameful penance she had had to pay for her forbidden tryst with the black-haired college sophomore, Betty Jurgens furiously blushed. "I'll tell you when I see you. And I'll be right over."
She dressed in five minutes, choosing a short-sleeved white satin blouse, hip-hugging black cotton miniskirt, a pullover yellow sweater which snugged her just below the waist and prominently accentuated her splendid breasts, and a pink nylon bra and panty combination, as well as a pair of three-inch-heeled black leather pumps. Her glossy bare legs rippled and quivered with anticipation as she left the house, thoughtfully leaving on the living room and kitchen lights so that no burglar would be beckoned by darkness, and also so that nosy Astrid Fullhan would think that she was still at home. Then she hurried down to a public phone booth three blocks east, telephoned the local cab company, and ten minutes after that was ringing the doorbell of the Warren house on East Jennison Road.
Henry Warren had been watching for her through the window and opened the door almost as she reached for the bell. He pulled her inside by the wrist, closed and locked the door, and then locked his arms around the small of her back and kissed her hotly on the mouth. It was a very satisfactory kiss, and Betty Jurgens wriggled and moaned with delight at this proof of her lover's constancy and enthusiasm, while his hands slyly slipped down till they were squeezing the spacious cheeks of her voluptuous firm bottom.
"Not so fast, lover," she gasped, squirming free of his embrace and moving over to the couch, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. "Can't a girl have a drink first? Besides, I've got something very important to tell you. And I don't want to stay too late, just in case Daddy decides to break up his date early and get home ahead of schedule. I don't want a repeat performance of last Friday afternoon, thank you very much."
"That's right, honey, I heard him say he was going to paddle your cute butt," Henry Warren wickedly grinned as he walked over to the sideboard, opened the decanter of Jamaican rum and poured each of them a generous portion, then brought Betty's glass over to her. "That's why I asked if it hurt a lot."
"You dirty dog you!" Betty flashed at him as she took a sip of the rum. "Wow, this is strong stuff."
"You're a big girl now and you can take it. And you haven't answered my question, either."
"Of course it hurt, dummy," Betty said reproachfully. "How would you like to have your own father take you over his lap and give it to you on the bare with his hard hand and not let up until you were crying?"
"I wouldn't have cried," he teased. She made as if to throw the glass at him and then giggled. Then suddenly her face grew serious. "That reminds me what I wanted to talk to you about most of all. Hank, you know it's a funny thing, Dad usually stays at the print shop till late on Friday, but he charged in like a bull last Friday afternoon. The way I figure it, he went right for the garage and didn't even bother going to the house first." "So?"
"You're really not very bright tonight, Hank," she chided him, taking another sip of her drink. "Somebody must have tipped him off that we were meeting in the garage."
"Hey now, that's something else again." He sat down beside her, put his arm around her waist and drew her to him. Betty sighed dreamily, closed her eyes, and let herself be expertly and lingeringly kissed. His other hand slipped under her skirt, but she clenched her thighs together tightly and shook her head as she broke away from his kiss.
"Oh come on, don't be a spoilsport," he protested.
"There's time enough for fun and games after you listen to what I've got to say, Henry Warren," she reproached him. "Now listen, I've told you about that snoopy neighbor we've got, that Astrid Fullhan. I've been thinking a lot about her lately. It seems that she's in the kitchen almost every time I'm out in the back yard, and I'm sure she must have seen us go into the garage."
"I get it. You think she called your dad and told him about us?"
"What else? Besides, she's always been so snooty. Even when she first used to say hello to Dad and me, she always looked at me as if I were dirt or something. I suppose she thinks I'm a little tramp. Well, I'd rather be that than a holier-than-thou bitch who has to spy on other people to get her kicks. If you want to know something, that poor hubby of hers-and he's a real nice guy, by the way- doesn't look as if she ever puts out. Or if she does, it's with the lights out and a long nightie on and no free feels. Maybe they don't even do it."
"Hey, baby, you've been doing a lot of thinking on the subject, I can tell," Henry Warren grumbled. Once again he tried to pass his hand under Betty's skirt, which hid only about half her thighs to start with, but again she restrained him by clenching them and gripping his wandering wrist and pulling it away.
"I told you not yet, you idiot! Now look, you know that I'm vice president of the little sorority group that we've got at Summerton High, and we've got our June Hell Night coming up in about two weeks."
"Yeah, I know about it. Say, what do you girls call yourselves, it's sort of cute," Henry Warren chuckled. He bent his head and kissed the back of Betty's neck.
"Ohh, that's nice, I like you when you're gentle like that. Well, our letters are S.S.S., and that stands for Summerton Swinging Sex-pots."
"Yeah, I remember now! That really is cute, Betty."
"I dreamed it up myself, but that's not what I'm talking about. What I was thinking was, I'd like to give that nosy old Astrid Fullhan a dose of the medicine Dad handed out to me last Friday. I'd like to initiate her good and hard."
"That would really be something," Henry Warren smirked and rolled his eyes. "I'd like to see it, too."
"I'm afraid that's out, Hank honey. We girls don't let any boys in our initiation ceremonies. But you could be a big help in getting nasty old Astrid initiated, if you'll help me."
"Just what have you got in mind, sweet stuff? Sure I'll help you. I owe her something myself for breaking up our little session. By the way, I hope you came prepared to go on where we left off last Friday," he whispered into her ear, then prodded it with the tip of his tongue.
Betty giggled and squealed with sensual pleasure. "That tickles, you big goof! Sure I did. Now suppose we try to set it up so that Astrid snoops and finds us in the garage. And then you grab her and sort of rough her up a little, then maybe pull some of her clothes off her and feel her up? Then maybe I could take some movies that would show she was trying to let you bang her, and then I could really blackmail that snoopy bitch."
"That's not a bad idea, Betty baby. Yeah, I know who you mean, she's stacked. I'd sort of like to rough her up a little and peel off her duds and cop a few free feels."
Betty Jurgens' gray-green eyes narrowed with jealousy. "Just don't overdo it, big boy, or you can find yourself another girl friend," she coldly informed her black-haired steady. "I've got a Kodak Instamatic that takes terrific color movies in the dark without any lights at all. They're sort of built in, you know. That would really do the job. And if I said I'd send a copy of the reel to Astrid's hubby and maybe to your folks, it might just scare the hell out of her so that she'd take our initiation instead."
"Sounds good, sounds real good, Betty baby. But are you really sure it was Astrid who snitched on us?"
I'm sure." Betty quickly told him of the loose bricks that she had just discovered and of her having noticed the bespectacled blonde matron in the kitchen watching her on many an occasion. "I'm all for it, then. Only thing is, when are we going to set it up?" "I'll have to play it by ear, honey. I hope it will be before Hell Night anyway. It has to be. Now wait a minute-I've got a hunch that Dad is going sparking. He said he had a date tonight, and he certainly looked self-conscious, just the way a fellow does when he's thinking about a girl. It wouldn't surprise me any if he'd found somebody he was keen on, and maybe in the next couple of weeks he'll go out again for another long date with her. Well, I'd tip you off the way I did tonight, and then we'd sort of parade ourselves around in front of Astrid's kitchen window and make for the garage, and maybe she'd take the bait and go move those bricks."
"Smart thinking, honey!" Henry Warren dutifully approved. "And now let's get down to cases. I've missed you a lot since last week.
I've been dreaming about you, too. Especially the part where you were over your dad's lap with your panties down."
"Why, you-!" Betty gasped, turning scarlet, and then giggled as she pretended to pummel her young lover. Henry Warren easily blocked her attempts, gripped both of her wrists, and then pulled her across his own lap. "Now you're really going to get it, young lady," he pretended to be a stern parent.
"Don't you dare!" she half-giggled, half-protesting, kicking and wriggling. But she made no really serious effort to free herself. Her miniskirt had rucked up in the struggle, exposing her pink nylon panty briefs which left deliciously bare a generous segment of the base of her upstandingly rounded, tightly spaced, pale-ivory buttocks. His eyes fixed on the enchanting bare skin, contemplated the flexions of her lovely thighs, and then he lifted his right hand and brought it down hard over both buttocks, spanning the narrow crevice between the resilient globes and flattening them.
"Oww! That stings! Cut it out now!"
"I like the idea," he chuckled tauntingly as he applied another slap to her upper right buttock, and a third to the other cheek in the same place.
Betty squealed shrilly and kicked, one pump flying off. "Now you stop that this minute, Henry Warren, or I'll leave right away!" she threatened.
"Not till I say you will, baby." Finding this delightful new game immensely exciting, for already his penis was beginning to throb and turgify, the black-haired youth promptly clamped his right leg over her bare calves and, tugging her wrists upwards to the middle of her back, pinned them effectively as he resumed the spanking.
After a dozen noisy slaps which drew mingled threats and stifled squeals of discomfort from the lovely auburn-haired teen-ager, he paused and caressed the twitching, huddling globes. Where the pink panty briefs left off, the flesh of the base of her bottom was a vivid red, and some of that same bright hue could be vaguely seen through the filmy, clinging panties which sheathed her luscious virginal posterior. The legs of Betty's nylon panties were delicately ruffled, and the waistband was doubly thick with a flounce to it for decor. His male eyes admired this embellishment, but now he wanted to see more of his young sweetheart. Meanwhile, still continuing to urge him to stop if he didn't want her to get very angry with him, Betty wasn't prepared for his next move. Without warning, his right hand inserted under the thick elastic waistband of the panty briefs and gave it a vigorous tug downwards.
"No-o-o stop that, you pull them right back up! Henry Warren, you're just awful-I want to go home now-stop it-Ouch! Oww, that hurts, that really does hurt, now you stop, I hate you!" she wailed as his right palm descended four times without stopping, two vehement slaps flattening the ripest curve of each upturned, quaking bare buttock.
The smarting pangs in her naked posterior made her lunge and twist and weave herself, but his clamping leg prevented her from getting free and only emphasized the involuntary wantonness of her frantic attempts to escape the blazing impact of his spanking hand.
"This is to teach you a lesson, Betty girl," he hoarsely announced between spanks as he warmed to the task. "When I'm trying to love you up, you'll know better than to close those sweet legs of yours and pull my hand away, you hear me?" Smack-Smack-Smack!
Betty's bottom upreared, then flattened, swerved to this side and then back, as her tear-stained face turned back to implore mercy at last. Her buttocks quaked and quivered like mounds of freshly made Jello each time his hand swung down to make contact with the once pale-white-skinned, rosy-flecked satiny flesh.
"Oww! Oh please, oh Hank darling, that's enough, I can't stand it anymore, honest I can't -I'll be good, you can love me up all you want -I'll do anything, just anything if you'll only stop!" she at last implored, dissolved in tears.
"You mean that?" He punctuated the question with another pair of stinging smacks, each of which drew frantic wails and new lewd gyrations of her blazing bare hips.
"Oh yes-I do, oh let up, oh please stop now, I mean it, honest I do, oh Hank darling, love me, don't spank me!" she sobbed.
"All right, young lady, you can just get yourself off my lap and march upstairs to my bedroom. Then we'll see how obedient you're going to be after that," he hoarsely announced. And, before he released the pinion of his clamped leg, he bent down and yanked her panties all the way off. "You won't be needing these, anyway. Now let's go."
Betty sniffled as she awkwardly got off his lap, at once rushing her hands to rub her flaming bottom, heedless of what she displayed to her entranced young lover. The thick dark-red curls of her virgin pubis framed the soft crinkly cuntal lips, but to her own surprise, she was somehow aware that these were quivering and also suspiciously moist . . . just as they had been at the time her father had concluded the first really severe punishment he had ever given her. Smoothing down her miniskirt, she hobbled painfully off towards the wide staircase that led to the second floor of the Warren house, Henry Warren following her with flushed face and glittering eyes. He stood for a moment at the bottom of the stairs watching her ascend, seeing the rippling flexions of the muscles of her thighs and calves and, most exciting vision of all, the flaming hillocks of her undulating, flaming and well-spanked bottomglobes.
She had slipped back on her kicked-off pump, and thus as she went up the stairs, her body undulated in the most enticingly voluptuous manner, letting him watch the rippling play of the muscles of her bare pale-white-sheened calves and thighs in such titillating contrast to the flaming half-moons of her sumptuous young posterior.
Once inside his bedroom, Henry Warren turned her round, grasped her by the elbows, and kissed her hard and longingly on the mouth. "Now take off that skirt, baby, and get on the bed on your hands and knees," he panted thickly.
"Oh Hank, you mean you're finally going to f-fuck me, darling?" she breathed, her eyes starry and humid.
"That's right. Now you just get there and I'll get ready for you. A guy has to take precautions with his best girl, you know," he chuckled. Then, slipping his hand under skirt, he ran it up her thigh to the thick fronds of pubic hair and tickled her fleshy cuntal lips, finding them moist and quivering with longing. Betty Jurgens moaned softly, let her head fall back, and permitted her lover to do as he would. Then, as he moved away and into the bathroom, she tremblingly unfastened her miniskirt and let it drop to the floor. Naked in her high-heels, sweater, blouse and bra, she climbed slowly onto the bed and knelt there in its center, her hands palmed down on either side of her, glancing back at him with a fervent anticipation in which the slightest tinge of apprehension glowed in her dilated, glistening gray-green eyes.
When Henry Warren returned, he was naked except for socks, and he was rubbing his penis industriously with cold cream. Joining her on the bed, he knelt behind her, and then, to her unexpected dismay, put left thumb and forefinger to the pouting edges of her reddened buttocks and pried them lightly apart while he anointed her crinkly anal rosebud with the cream on his right forefinger, working it just around the quivering, shrinking lips.
"Ohhhh, Hank-what are you going to do- not there? Oh Hank, it'll hurt too much-oh no!" she protested, clenching her thighs and putting a hand back over her bottom to fend off the threat.
"Keep still, baby! First of all, I'm out of safes, and I'm not about to get you pregnant, not till we're married, anyhow. This way, you'll still be a virgin. And you'll see, you'll get a bang out of it. Now spread those sweet legs apart and I'll show you what I mean!" he urged.
"Well, maybe, but you've gotta stop if it hurts too much," she doubtfully murmured. Then, her face flaming with sweet virginal shame, she bowed it to the sheets and pressed it down on one side, her fingers clawing the sheets, her knees grudgingly shifting till they were spread apart to maximum, her dimpled, narrowly hollowed back quivering and squirming apprehensively.
Henry Warren fitted himself towards her, the tip of his turgid organ grazing the inner edges of her flinching buttocks. Betty Jurgens uttered a stifled little gasp, glanced nervously back, then again buried her face on the sheets and closed her eyes tightly, stiffening herself in readiness.
He used both hands to open the globes of her behind, centering on the contracting target of her maiden rosette, until the tip of his penis lodged exactly against her fearful orifice. Then gently he pushed, and Betty uttered another strangled gasp, "Oh please, take it easy!" "I will, baby, just relax, it'll make it easier," he instructed.
His left forefinger sought and found her clitoris at the apex of the twitching cuntal lips, and began to ply it with deft, delicate touches. Betty arched and moaned, shivering voluptuously, and at that same instant her young lover forced himself forward till the cap of his organ lodged just inside the ring of clenching sphincter muscles. He groaned and closed his eyes, holding back the frenzied urge to ejaculate, so maddening was this first possessive "kiss" of her maiden rectal lovesheath against his pulsating manhood.
"Oh-oh gosh-oh please, t-take it easy, darling-oooh! oh my-oh Hank, be careful, not too hard-ouuuu!!!" she moaned feverishly, squirming and twisting herself about in order to ease the angle of incidence.
"Does it hurt, baby?" he solicitously muttered as his right hand stroked her quaking bottomcheeks, his left forefinger still lingeringly brushing the stiffening nodule of her palpitating clitoris.
"N-no, b-but I'm s-scared it will, Hank honey," Betty nervously quavered.
"Just relax, sweetiepie, you'll see, it'll get to you-now, that's a good girl-ahh!" Henry Warren panted as he thrust slowly forward, probing nearly half his man-length into the tight humid cavern. Betty Jurgens tilted up her flushed, contorted face, eyes wildly rolling, glassy with mingled sensuality and anguish from the hard spanking, "Oooooh, oh now it does, ohhh Hank, t-take it out-ohh d-darling, it-it's splitting me there!" she moaned.
But his forefinger increased its frictional cadence, and suddenly the half-naked sunburned teen-ager writhed and groaned as the subtle distillation of carnal pleasure began to overcome the uncomfortable distention of her tightening rectal chasm. "Ohhh-ahh-ugh- ohh-H-Hank-ohhh, wh-what are you doing to me-ohh d-darling you're driving me crazy with that t-tickling-ouu-ohhh H-Hank!"
"That's my girl," he huskily panted, reaching out with his right hand to fondle one of her heaving full breasts as he thrust relentlessly onward, his other forefinger hastening the clitoral attunement of her now wantonly responding loins.
Betty's face lifted, eyes straining towards the ceiling, nostrils flickering, mouth agape in hectic little wordless cries that announced her erotic awakening.
He held himself immobile a moment, glorying in the spasmodic clenchings which the velvety walls of her temple of Sodom now frenziedly applied against his rooted weapon, and then began to draw slowly in and out, squeezing her breast and prodding her turgid clitoris this way and that, forcing it back into the secretive cowl of soft cuntal flesh, then letting it bob up, rolling it, tickling and grazing it with quickened attention. Betty's half-nude body threshed and writhed, her knees bending, then stiffening, her hips weaving in a seductive, responding rhythm to his copulatory movements. Raucous gasps and incoherent little sighs and moans told him of her rapt excitement. The feel of her spanked buttocks grinding convulsively against his belly added to his mounting fury, and with a last deep stroke, he hilted himself inside her, his forefinger pressing her clitoris back down into its furtive nook.
Betty uttered a prolonged shrill cry, her body lunging madly, as the spasm seized her, and at the same instant, Henry Warren felt himself burst his viscous essence into the deepest recesses of her nether love-core. She collapsed, sprawling flat on her belly, fingers clawing the rumpled sheets, he atop her, still hilted, and he felt the straining, clenching walls of her rectal sheath drain him of the last residue of love-juice.
It seemed an eternity of ecstasy till she at last whimpered, "Oh-H-Hank, oh darling, it-it was j-just wonderful!"
"Didn't I tell you, baby? And you've still got your cherry-that's for me on our wedding night. Now let's tidy up, and then you tell me more about what you want me to do to pay old snoopy Astrid back."