Chapter 3
Laura's firm, erect tits pressed against Bob's flexed chest. Her sweet snatch quivered when his rock hard rod brushed against it. Bob half lifted and half pulled her willing, hot body into the center of the darkened van. The music played softly from the blue lighted tape deck under the dash. The van was parked under the protective shroud of a large tree. The sounds of hot love making went unheard outside the steamed glass of the old vehicle.
Laura clutched at her magical lover. She rubbed her fine fingers along the sides of the back arched above her. She felt his body slowly lower onto hers. His weight pressed her eager buttocks deeply into the thin mattress that lined the dirty floor of the van.
Bob began to run his fingers through her long blonde hair. She twisted her head from side to side as he lapped and kissed the straining naked flesh of her neck. Her legs were open to him. She bent them at the knee and rested her feet flatly on the warm mattress. Her lusting hands moved down the small of his back and began to rub firmly at his tight buttocks. She wanted to pull him closer to her. She felt his awesomely large prick suddenly nestle into the outer folds of her pussy. Despite her resistance, Bob abruptly raised himself from her. But, strangely the tip of his hot, throbbing prick remained affixed to her humid cunt. She pulled him back towards her. She wanted all of him. But it didn't work. He seemed suspended in the air above her. She gritted her teeth in mad, hungry passion. Every spark of life within her told her that this was the moment that would forever link her childhood with her womanhood.
Suddenly, he crashed onto her.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed as his thick, ravaging prick plowed into her hole and burst through her hymen. She was a virgin no more.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned in piercing agony. The pain of her deflowerment was beyond belief.
A wet, slurping sound rose from their seething crotches. Bob's young, hot prick was still wet with the semen that had flowed only minutes before. Laura's sweet pussy was awash with her own pre-cum juices and the blood from her pierced virginity. Sharp bolts of pain raced through her young, shuddering body.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. Her voice expressed the pain of her passionate introduction to the flesh of a man and the pleasure of being a sexual being.
Bob said nothing. His teeth were clenched together. He humped at her with a vicious passion. Her cunt was soft, warm and wonderful. The pink flesh of her inner canal stretched as he worked his boner further and further into her. He thrilled at the tightness of her hole. His hands slid down her perfect back and came to rest under her reddening buttocks.
As he opened his mouth upon her supple neck he closed his fists upon the quivering flesh of the young buttocks. He opened them as he humped and closed them when he felt that his prick had made its deepest penetration. His goal was to make each succeeding hump move his ravaging prick deeper into her sweet, dark cunt.
He began to feel her body wreathing beneath him. She squirmed with a sensual awe of his conquering prick.
"Oh, Bob!" she whispered passionately. "Give me all of it!"
Sweet Laura was in ecstasy. Never had her young body felt like it did at that moment. When Bob had rammed his prick into her for the first time, the pain that it brought wilted her. But she had recovered from the fierce blow to find herself experiencing a fiery, thrilling form of pleasure previous unknown to her. All her fantasies had come true. She was sure that a man's thing would bring pleasure but it now went beyond her imaginative bounds. As she moved her body beneath Bob's lean, muscular frame she closed her eyes and joyfully spread her legs further apart for her hot, hard guest.
His purple veined prick seemed to test the limits of her body. When he forced its full length into her she exhaled deeply with a silent fear that he might split her in two. She was grateful every time he withdrew from her. It gave her body a moment to recover before Bob's next mighty hump.
The penis that moved within her with such speed and confidence drove her to new heights of physical pleasure. As it moved in and out of her dark canal, she felt its rhythmic throbbing grow in intensity and hungry fury. The blood that flowed through the swollen veins running along its entire length pressed against the stretching flesh of her wet, humid pussy. Bob plowed the bitch like a farmer would a fertile field. , Bob began to pound Laura's naked body with a feverish lust. She had made his prick harder than it had ever been before in his young life. He felt his balls swell. Cum boiled within them. It demanded immediate release. Soon it would move from them into the hard length of his prick. It was as if he had become delirious with a tormenting fever that only an orgasm could break. That alone would give him relief.
Laura gritted her teeth. Bob's prick was overwhelming her with every thrust. She feared that she would pass out from the pleasure belts each hump sent dashing throughout her body. Her legs rose from the floor of the van and locked Bob's lower torso to hers. Her hands were clenched together across his buttocks. She wanted everything he could give her.
Laura suddenly felt a tightness in her crotch. At its center was an incredibly powerful sensation of pleasure. Laura felt it grow. Bob's prick seemed to approach its very heart, she knew that it would soon pierce it and trigger a strange mechanism within her that would send her reeling through an erotic sky of ecstasy. Her own orgasm would be unbelievable.
"Oh Bob!" she cried. "Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"
Bob sounded strange. His voice seemed to possess a strange vengeful quality. "I'll fuck you, bitch! I'll fuck you raw!"
And that he did. Laura began to cry out. His cock moved still further into her. He felt his balls about to explode.
Laura clutched at her hot, merciless lover. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried. "It hurts! Please don't hurt me! Oh Bob! Please!"
But Bob did not listen to the sexual waif beneath him. He was listening to the orders of his masculine nature. He had to get off!
"Ughhhhhh!" Laura cried out. With a tremendous, thumping hump, Bob's balls exploded. His hot cum began to flow. The slit at the tip of his prick yawned open. His hot, thick, creamy love juice blasted forth!
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! "Bob groaned as his hot cum shot from his prick. He pulled Laura closer to him. Their flesh was as one. His hot fuck juice linked them in a bond of erotic ecstasy.
Laura's body shook. Bob's blasting cum roared into her. With a silent fury it raced into every cavity of her body. She felt it move within her with the bold authority of a pillaging army. Her body recoiled with every blast of Bob's boner yet her cunt remained open and accepting.
Laura squirming beneath the full weight of Bob's tensed body. The power of his orgasm began to take its effect on him however.
As Bob's body began to relax Laura's own orgasm exploded. A shower of steaming juice caressed and soothed Bob's nearly spent prick
"Ohhhhh!" Laura moaned softly as the flowing waves of her own orgasm rocked and swayed her sweat soaked body. She buried her teeth into Bob's shoulder as the pleasure became almost unbearable.
She humped at him wildly, her cunt sucking at the last droplets of cum squirting from Bob's softening prick. She wanted him to come again. Her orgasm had turned her into a fuck crazed bitch.
"Fuck me some more," she pleaded with her exhausted lover. "Oh, please!"
Sweet Laura had made quite a transition. She had evolved in a few short minutes, from a nervous, hesitant virgin to a horny bitch hungry for cock. All her masturbatory fantasies powered her transition. She had made a reality of them now. She could and would do it more and more often.
"Ohhh, Bob! I'll get it hard again. Please give it to me again!"
Bob twisted his body from her. He rested himself propped up by his elbows. His thoughts calmed as did his body. Music still played from tape deck below the van's dash. Bob ran his hands through his hair. His youthful sex drive had temporarily abated.
A dull, thumping sound invaded the intimacy of the van. Bob craned his neck to listen. The sound came from outside the van. It was a member of his band.
"Bob! Are you in there? Come on out! They're waiting for us! We were supposed to be on stage twenty minutes ago! Come on! Get your ass in gear!"
Bob called back to his drummer. "Okay! Okay! HI be right there! Get back there and start the first number. I'll be there before the vocal starts! Get going!"
Bob's body exploded in movement. "Holy shit! I gotta get dressed! Where the fuck are my clothes! Shit! Shit!" He scrambled around the van.
Laura remained in the same position. The afterglow hadn't passed for her yet. "Do you have to go now?"
She was becoming a burden to him already. As he dashed around the van he imitated her soft voice as he spoke. "Yes, I have to go now!"
The door of the van swung open. Bob jumped out. His pants were not zipped and his chest was bear. He held his tee shirt in his hand. As he ran towards the gym, he turned his head and called back to Laura.
"Turn the engine off and the tape. Make sure the door is locked. Bring the keys into me when you are done. Wait until we are finished!"
As her lover faded from sight Laura began to hear the harsh, urgent sounds of "Shallow Grave." They had started their first number.
Laura felt numb. The largest and most powerful orgasm of her life had just passed and she was a virgin no more. She took a deep breath and felt warm between her legs. A small pool of blood and cum had begun to coagulate there. Her fingers were soon covered by the stuff. She wanted Bob to be near her. She needed support. He had taken her virginity from her with an off handed ease. Had he done the same to other girls? Was she just another one of his fast humps?
"Tsk!" she said in frustration. She wished that there was a bathroom near as she dressed, she felt the sticky goo drying in her inner thigh. The discomfort it caused her was equally measurable by the thought that she was now a woman. She tossed her golden hair over her shoulder casually as she dressed. She was in "the know" now. No longer could anyone consider her a kid now.
As soon as she was dressed, she began to carry out Bob's instructions. When she had completed her tasks she returned to the gym. The music got louder and louder as she got closer and closer to the gym.
As soon as she got into the building, she dashed downstairs and went into the Ladies bathroom. A group of girls were in there huddled around a tiny joint of marijuana. Another was crying bitterly and another was vomiting her guts out behind the door of one of the large room's stalls.
Laura ducked into one of them and began to clean herself. The water in the toilet was fresh so she dipped a small ball of toilet paper into it and cleaned her pussy. She was very hygienic.
When she was finished, she borrowed a comb from the weeping girl and proceeded to get herself together as well as she could in front of the long mirror lining the wall of the room. After this, she returned to the dance.
She was surprised about how un-upset she felt about what had just happened. It was after the fact now and she just accepted it. Yet, a wide sensual smile covered her face as she entered the gym. Not one of the cluster of girls surrounding the stage where "Shallow Grave" performed could be as intimate with Bob as she had just been. She had had him all to herself.
Her body began to sway to the passion in the band's music. She wasn't sure what the lyrics of the song Bob sang meant but she was sure it was something profound. She watched Bob clutch the microphone. The skin of his neck reddened and tensed as he spat forth the words.
"Take it easy, baby! Take it as it comes! Girl, you move too fast if you want our love to last! You know you're moving much too fast! You know you're moving much too fast! You know you're moving much too fast!"
Laura felt her legs begin to open involuntarily. Bob just did something to her that she couldn't understand. She had tasted his manhood yet she still could not fathom his strange effect on her.
"Hey! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" It was Kim. She stood next to Laura and smiled with the sincere openness of a friend. Laura was glad to see her.
"Shhhhh! After this song! aren't they great?" Laura reached out and clasped Kim's hand. Her friend would be the first and maybe the one to know what had just happened.
"Shallow Grave" finished the rocker and began to play a soft, sensual ballad. The song was the one Laura had heard coming from the tape in the van only minutes before. She squeezed Bob's keys in her hand. Kim led her away from the stage towards a quiet corner in the gym.
"So what's the big secret that had to wait so long?" she asked.
Laura hesitated at first but soon launched into a verbal recreation of her first sexual encounter. Kim interrupted Laura's narration with "Ohhh."
"Ahhs" and "Your kiddings" at appropriate points. Laura had a great time telling her sensual story. Kim had a better time listening.
Neither of them noticed that the band had finished for the night and the loud Disco records had begun to spin again. Nor did they see Bob Nelson standing over them.
"Hey! You got my keys? Laura? You got them don't ya?"
Laura sprung to her feet like an eager child. She stretched out her arm and offered the keys in question to her lover. He took them from her and curtly said "Thanks," turned on his heels and disappeared into the thinning crowd.
"Some way for your 'lover' to act," Kim said skeptically. She had a protective attitude towards Laura. For some reason she felt like the deflowered virgin's older sister.
Laura became his apologist. "He works hard when he performs. You could see that he was really exhausted."
Kim was unconvinced. "Yeah, sure! He works hard when he performs. And I work hard when I dance! HE HAD NO REASON TO BE SO SHORT WITH YOU Laura! None!"
"So what are you worrying so much about, Kim? I mean, he's my boyfriend, not yours!" Laura regretted saying that.
Kim said nothing. She wondered if her anger was nothing more than jealousy. Bob certainly turned her on, alright. At that moment, a mutual friend broke in upon their communication. Both girls were grateful for the light conversation. Things had started to get too heavy for them both. Bob Nelson seemed to be coming between them like a wedge.
When the dance finally ended, both girls got their coat and waited on the steps of the gym for their ride home. It was a cool night and an autumn breeze swirled about their legs.
More than once Laura considered starting a conversation with Kim. She didn't though. Suddenly their close relationship had become awkward and strained. She breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Williams finally pulled up.
"It's about time!" Kim said sharply as she walked towards her father's vehicle.
"Hi girls," Kim's father said as he pushed open the car door for the two teens. They sensed immediately that he had been drinking.
"How was the dance?" he asked. There was a slight slur in his voice, "I bet you broke a lot of hearts tonight!"
"It was okay, I guess," Kim replied indifferently as she tried to make herself as comfortable as possible in the front seat.
The two girls sensed danger as Mr. Williams gunned the car's engine and sped away. Despite the bad feelings between them, they both looked at each other. Mr. Williams was driving much too fast. The car drifted in and out of its lane and more than once the girls sat up in their seats and gasped.
"Don't worry girls! Daddy's gonna take care of you. Don't worry."
It didn't do any good though. The girls did worry. Dear Mr. Williams had had a nagging fight with his wife that night. She never seemed to leave him alone. After working all day he just wanted to relax and not be bothered. Yet his wife would relentlessly pressure him for affection and understanding. He was up for neither of these.
Kim sat up in her seat. They were headed for her house not Laura's.
"Hey, Dad! Aren't you going to drop off
Laura first? She lives in the opposite direction."
"Don't worry," he again replied. His voice seemed to slur more and more. "Fm going to drop you off first, then I'll drop off Laura. I'm not going home for awhile tonight. I have some business I have to take care of."
"But it's late!" answered Kim. "C'mon Dad, let's go home!"
Her voice started to sound like her mother's. Mr. Williams began to reveal himself as a man and not just a "happily married man."
"Don't start nagging at me like your mother. I don't have to take it from you. It will be my way."
Kim began to speak. "But...." she stopped herself. She was becoming old enough to understand that what went on between her parents was really none of her business. She respected the privacy of their relationship despite her vested interest.
Mr. Williams took his bleary eyes from he road and turned around towards Laura. She sat impassively in the back seat. More important things were going on in her mind.
Kim's father began to speak to her. "I'll get you home right away, dear. Just as soon as I drop off my daughter."
Minutes later, the car came to a quiet halt in front of Kim's modest, tidy home. She turned to her friend as she opened the front door. Her eyes communicated her fondness for Laura.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can talk about tonight then." It was a vague reference to the tense moment that had passed between them earlier that evening.
"Okay, Kim. Speak to you then!"
They were still best of friends after all.
Before Kim slammed the door of the car, Mr. Williams firmly instructed Laura to get in the front seat. He explained that he didn't want to be a chauffeur.
As they drove off together, Kim's father began a strange conversation. Laura had always related to the man as her friend's father.' But he spoke now like an unhappy man.
"I'll tell you, Laura. Being married to Kim's mother can be hell sometimes."
He went on and on about his life. He was a "Good person" who "Worked hard" and who sought only a little respect."
"But what does she give me? Aggravation! That woman really breaks my back!"
Laura sensed a growing urgency in his voice, she wanted to get home fast. "Well, Mr. Williams. I guess you and Mrs. Williams will have to work it out somehow. Gee, I always thought that you and your wife got along so well."
"Call me Jim, will ya," he said in frustration. "I'm sick of this role of the "Kind understanding husband and father. I'm sick of all of it!"
As he spoke, he turned the car from the wide street. Laura was getting nervous.
"Hey! This isn't the way to my house! Why are you stopping?"
Jim turned off the car's engine and its lights. His clothes made a muffled, rustling sound as he slid closer to his luscious passenger.
Laura lifted her hand and rested it on the latch that would open the door. Dear Jim lifted his arm over young Laura's shoulder.
"I've been watching you from time to time. You are a gorgeous young woman. Do you know that?"
His breath was hot and smelled strongly of liquor. The whole scene was beginning to get Laura sick.
Mr Williams then placed his other hand on Laura's firm curving stomach. He could feel her alive flesh snuggly fitted into her alluring slacks.
"Mr. Williams! Get your hands off of me!" Laura began to struggle about.
Jim's breaths speeded up and he slipped his hand right into Laura's slacks. Laura felt his nervous fingers probing her young flesh, she struggled on as his hand finally located her sweet pussy and held on tight.
"Laura, honey. I know a place where we can go for awhile," he groaned in his drunken passion.
Sweet Laura wanted nothing to do with him. "I told you to get your hands off of me! I meant it!" She struggled with the man. "If you don't let go of me I'll scream!"
It didn't seem to bother dear Mr. Williams. His fingers pushed right into her sweet cunt and his lustful body began to roll atop of Laura.
It was then that she made her move. With a quick flick of her wrist, she opened the car door and lurched out. Catching her balance, she simultaneously managed to free herself from Mr. Williams brutish grasp.
She then jumped away from the parked vehicle and started to run towards her home. She didn't look behind her. Dear. Mr. Williams had such a hard-on over the sweet teen that he whacked himself in the darkness of his "family car." He passed out after that only to wake three hours later with a dry mouth and a pounding head. He drove to his home swearing to himself. He had had the hots for dear Laura for some time but it wasn't smart to try to get it on with his daughter's best friend.
Laura may have been very upset by the whole incident with Kim's father any other night but not that one. What had happened to her in the darkness of Bob's van seemed to make his feeble, pathetic seduction not even worth speaking of or thinking about. She promised herself never to tell anyone about it.
By the time she had gotten to her home her run had been reduced to a striding walk. When she opened the front door her mother called down from upstairs.
"Laura? Is that you? Are you okay?"
"Yes, mother. I'm fine," she answered. "I'll be right up!"
She walked into the kitchen, opened the shiny, white refrigerator door and took out the container of orange juice she had drank earlier that day. After pouring herself a glass of the Orange liquid, she walked towards the stairs that led up to her room. She took her last gulp as she entered her room. As she carelessly placed the glass on her dresser, she looked into the mirror hanging directly over it.
Laura was infatuated with her femininity. She had a feeling of power. Her body was her greatest asset now. She had dazzled her parents, teachers and friends with her intellect already. Now she would do the same thing with her body. After laughing smugly to herself she went to bed. It had been a long, eventful day. "The Rhime of the Ancient Mariner" sat unread of the small night table next to her bed.