Chapter 2
After school the next day, Maxine took a slightly different way home. She went past the high school and sat down with a book as soon as she got to the big shade tree by the football practice field. Most of the boys were already gone. She would have been afraid to go there, otherwise. She sat down in the short green grass and leaned back against the big tree, her eyes buried in the book. She let her legs lie bare, sensuously across the cool grass. Oh, she didn't spread them wide or anything like that. Her long, slender thighs were touching all the way from her knees to her crotch. And her miniskirt wasn't pulled up a bit. But what was left showing was more than enough to draw admiring glances from one of the boys.
And once he was aware of that much, it was a very short time before he noticed the full swell of her breasts. She never raised her eyes from the book once, but she knew very well he was staring at her. Soon he came up and started talking to her. A strange thing happened. Even though he was at least three years older than her, he seemed tongue-tied and almost as shy as she was. It gave her a warm, nice feeling every time she caught him glancing at her legs-but glancing was all he'd do. She soon left on an excuse, and started on home. She wasn't sure just what should have happened between them but she knew a lot was missing.
As she crossed the street, a car suddenly stopped and a man asked her the way to a street. When she told him, he pulled out a map and said he had been looking for it for so long he was about to give up. Would she possibly be able to hop in the car and lead him there? He'd drive her straight home as soon as she showed him, so she'd get a free ride out of the deal. She hesitated. The man was at least twenty-five, she was sure -ancient! But he was also awfully good-looking. And without trying to hide it very much, his eyes were running up and down her body with obvious approval. He seemed a little nervous at talking to her from the car and kept looking around to see if anyone could see them.
"Well, okay," she finally answered. "I guess it'd be okay."
She slipped in beside him and felt the cool surface of his plastic seat covers on her warm under-thighs. She made a little face.
"What's wrong?" he inquired. "Little cold there for you?"
She felt a pang of shame. It seemed wrong to have a stranger talk about her naked legs like that and be so personal, but it also gave her a thrill to hear the words. She timidly shook her head back and forth and kept her eyes straight ahead. She was half afraid to look him in the eye. Also, she was almost positive his comment had made her face start getting flushed and she didn't want him to see. She directed him to the street, but he drove on without turning back toward her house. She said she had to go home.
"Okay," he said, "don't get shook. I just thought you might like to drop a couple of downers with me. It's the least I can offer you for showing me this street."
She tensed up. Downers-she'd heard of some of the high school girls "dropping" downers but no one she knew ever had. A delicious, scary feeling flowed through her body.
"You are hip to that scene, aren't you?" he said.
A challenge. No doubt about it-here was a chance for her to convince him she was no dumb seventh grader. Or a chance for her to blow it and let him find out how young she really was.
"Oh ... sure," she lied. "What kind you got?"
"Reds," he said. "Here, have a couple."
She was trembling but she mustn't let him see. "Hey, I don't even know your name," she hedged. "You might even be... you might even be a narc, for all I know."
He drove into the park at the end of the street and he answered. "Oh, cagey, huh?" he said approvingly. "Don't worry about that. Here, I'll prove it." He swallowed two of the pills himself, forcing her to accept him as definitely not being a cop. He told her his name was Peter and she told him hers. He laughed and said he was pretty sure she smoked grass and dropped pills, because all the kids at her high school did it.
She felt a rush of pride. He thought she was a high school girl! He had picked her up near the high school, and just took it for granted she was a student there.
"If you can take me home as soon as I have to go, then," she said, holding out her hand. It was all she could do to keep from shaking.
He gave her a big smile. "Sure, love," he assured. "Whenever you want to split, we will."
She swallowed the two pills with no water, forcing them down just like vitamins.
Peter asked her if she had a boyfriend.
"Well," she coyly replied. "Not really. My mom's real strict and won't let me go out much until I-uh, until I'm older. You know, out of school and all." She had almost said, "Until I'm in high school." She had to be careful.
"It's a real drag," she added, sounding as blasé as possible.
"Then you don't get much of this, do you, honey?" he said, drawing her to him and pressing his mouth on hers.
It happened so fast she wasn't even ready for it. The feel of his lips against hers made her heart race. She resisted a little by pulling her head back, but she only did it so he wouldn't know how much she loved the feel of him against her.
"Mmfff," she gasped, "hey, wait a minute . . . you're-"
"I'm what?" he demanded, pulling his face from hers just far enough to talk. "I'm making you feel good, ain't I, baby? That's all. I'll tell you for damned sure you're making me feel hot as a firecracker!"
Now she was getting scared. Things were happening too fast. Yet she couldn't deny the way it made her feel inside to have his mouth on hers. He pressed it on her again, this time opening his lips and letting his tongue snake out. The touch of its tip on the moist smoothness of her young lips was like nothing she had ever felt before. The only time she had ever even been kissed before was a few times at birthday parties by shy little boys her own age.
So far he's just been holding his hands lightly on her shoulders. Now he moved a hand under her arm and she sensed a tantalizing touch of his fingers on the side of her titty as he stretched his arm around her back and pulled her tighter against him. She jerked away with pure reflex. Never had anyone touched her there before ... no one except herself, at night under the covers when no one could know about it.
Peter tongued her lips all the time he was pulling her closer. It was more than she could take. She had to open her mouth. She felt she would burst if she didn't open up and allow the wet, probing tip of it more of what it wanted.
"Ummmmm," she gasped. It was only partly from pleasure. Mostly it was from being scared at what was happening. Now not only his lips and tongue were touching her, but his strong arms and his hard, masculine chest as well. She was deeply ashamed of the feelings he was causing her to have. She felt the sweat running down her smooth sides from her armpits and a strange, restless sensation between her legs under the thin material of her panties.
This is awful, she thought to herself, I can't let him do stuff like this me to! But it ... it-she burned with shame from thinking such nasty thoughts-it feels so good!
He held her so tight he could feel her bra poking against him from inside her blouse.
"I'll be damned," he said, "you got a fucking bra on. How come a groovy chick like you-"
"My mom . . ." she interrupted, ". . . my mom makes me wear it."
She felt terribly embarrassed that he noticed its presence. She knew only square girls wore bras nowadays and it made her feel like some kind of old-fashioned relic to be sporting one.
"I'll fix that for you," Peter whispered into her ear. His heavy breathing sent shudders through her body. "I'll fix that for you right now, Maxine. Come on, lemme in there."
"No," she resisted. "No, no, please don't. I ... I never had myself naked like that before. I never-"
At that moment the door flew open and they both looked up to see a middle-aged man with a scraggly beard and rumpled clothes. He was grinning at them and had large drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Okay, buddy," he said. "Let your little gal out the door, here, and then get your ass out of here. I been watching you two ever since you stopped here."
They froze in terror as he opened his coat and brought out a long, gleaming knife. He seemed calm enough-not as though he was about to use it-but his very appearance was menacing enough to make Peter do what he said.
As he started the engine and watched the man take Maxine's hand and make her get out, he swallowed hard and stared at the big knife the man still brandished.
"I usually just watch you lovebirds that come up here and park," the man said, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrinkled coat sleeve. "But it's even better when you got your windows down where I can hear you. I don't think you know how to handle this little gal, buddy. The way she was talking to you when you tried to feel her up, I think you got a cherry on your hands here."
Maxine shook with fright as she slid out of the car and stood in front of the man. He looked down at her small frame with lecherous eyes and said to Peter, "A girl that ain't never had it from a man needs special attention. Very special. Now get your ass out of here fast and don't come back if you know what's good for you!"
Maxine's heart was thumping with fear. "Peter!" she cried. "Don't leave. Please ... please don't go off and leave me!"
But he showed her what a coward he was with no hesitation. He jammed the car into reverse and raised a cloud of dust, then shot forward down the road as fast as he could go.
Maxine started crying. The man put his hand on her shoulder and pressed gently, urging her to turn around and face him. The lightness of his touch surprised her. Quaking with fright, she shifted her feet on the ground and looked up at her captor with wide eyes.
He motioned her a few yards into the thick cover of some tall trees and then sat down on the ground in front of her, his back against the trunk and his feet wide apart. The dirty way he was looking at her made Maxine sick. Yet there was something about the very directness of his gaze that held an undeniable fascination she didn't even want to acknowledge to herself.
"This scares you, don't it, sweetie!" he said, holding the knife up. "Well, look what I'm gonna do with it."
To her surprise, he threw the sharp weapon as hard as he could through the brush and out of sight.
"I don't want you to be scared," he explained. "That was just for your boyfriend. A girl can't have no fun with a man if she's scared. I ain't gonna hurt you none at all, now. I'm just gonna get into those hot little panties of yours and give you a nice hard cock. Tell me the truth now, you ever had anybody in your pussy before?"
She lowered her face and shook her head silently back and forth. She couldn't look at him when he was talking about such things. But now that the knife was gone she felt much better. Then she realized part of her new calmness must be because of the two reds she had taken. She stood before him with her legs tightly pressed together and her eyes on her shoe tops. Even without looking up, she could feel the pressure of his hot eyes on the swelling curves of her youthful body. Ever since she'd gotten out of the car he'd been zeroed in on the lushness of her fully packed blouse. And now that he was sitting down, she was certain he was peering up her skirt as far as possible at the slim, firm flesh of her thighs. She felt the sweat pour under her arms.
He chuckled obscenely. "I thought you was cherry. You little gals fifteen and sixteen years old usually have your cherry busted, though-how'd a sweet little piece like you go this long without having a rod between your legs?"
Maxine swelled with pride. Even he thought she was a couple of years or so older than she really was. She didn't know if he really expected an answer. She just kept her face to the ground and shuffled her feet nervously in the grass.
"C'mere, sweetie," he commanded. But his voice was not harsh. Thick with growing passion, but still nice. It was almost like he was begging, she thought.
She took a few steps forward and stopped even with his outstretched feet. She was well aware that he could reach out and touch her now, but she knew she was completely powerless to resist. Even without the knife, he loomed as a strong figure who could force her to do whatever dirty things he wanted her to. His manner was calm, but she thought he might really hurt her if she disobeyed him.
"You gals that run around in skirts that short have to expect a man to get horny," he said. "Don't you know when a man sees them fine tits of yours pooching out under your blouse he wants to get his hands on 'em? And that seeing that far up those long, pretty legs makes a man's prick almost bust out of his pants?"
She shivered inside at hearing such language. She had never seem a naked man before in her life, and although she knew quite well what he was talking about it made her blush to hear the words.
He told her to do exactly what he said, that he was going to give her something she'd been wanting for a long time.
"Now raise your skirt, sweetie," he said. "Lemme see what you look like up there where you keep that little thing hid all the time."
Slowly, her hand trembling, Maxine daintily lifted the hem till he could see all the way up to a point just barely below the crotch of her panties. She couldn't bear to go any higher.
"C'mon," he said, his voice impatient. "Higher."
The new note of urgency in his voice made her remember she'd better do everything he said if she knew what was good for her. She did as he told her to do. The crotch of her tight-fitting panties came into view, and without having to be told again she raised the skirt all the way to her waist. Her face burned from the shame. It was bad enough having to show herself off this way. But what made it worse was the fact that she happened to be wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. She wished she had been wearing her one pair of sheer, grown-up type undies. The pale blue ones with the lace around the leg bands.
Oh, that's awful, she thought to herself. It's dirty for me to think such things. He shouldn't get to see under my dress at all, much less see me in my cutest panties!
"You know what happens when you show yourself off to me like that?" he asked her, his voice oily with insinuation.
She shook her head. She was afraid she knew what he was referring to, but she couldn't stand to think about it.
"Makes me get a stiff cock, that's what. Maybe you ain't never had one in you before, but I knew fucking well you must have seen one. Look at my pants. See that big fat bulge between my legs? I'm gonna show you every damned naked inch of it in a minute, but first I wanna see yours. Take your skirt off," he told her.
She let it slide to the ground after she unzipped it, then stepped out and stood before his eager eyes with nothing but the thin material of her cotton panties covering the swollen mound of her cunt.
For the first time he touched her. He delicately put his forefinger on the center of her panty top and slipped the waistband down a couple of inches. She was beet red now, and she could tell he loved making her that way.
"Got something sweet in there that needs to be played with?" he asked her.
Her reaction surprised even her. The reds were working now and she was feeling almost lethargic. She was still terribly embarrassed about what was happening to her, but her body was beginning to respond more to the animal needs of her untapped erotic desires than to her foggy brain. She looked straight at him and for the first time her expression lost the wild fear she'd been displaying. She pouted. Not a smile-that would have been too much to expect. But a full-lipped, sexy little pout that showed him a slight trace of the youthful passion pent up inside her clothes.
He dragged the front of her panties down to her upper thighs with one deft movement and left the poor youngster with her pretty little secrets completely exposed.
"Goddamn, what a sweet little cunt!" he ejaculated. "You give that thing plenty of attention, I bet, don't you? I bet you frig that thing every night, don't you?"
Maxine honestly had no idea of what he meant. Doing things to yourself was something she hadn't even heard the older girls talk about. She shook her head.
"No," she said, speaking finally after her long silence. The reds had her loosened up now. "I don't know ... what you mean."
He looked at her with glazed eyes. "Shit, honey, you can't fool me. I know damned well you must give this little jewel plenty of finger work at home where nobody can see you."
She looked down at him innocently as he worked his finger into the soft mass of blonde hairs between her legs. When she felt the end of it touch her moist opening, she flinched. And when he looked up at her, she couldn't help keeping a quick little grin from running across her face. She felt horrible for letting herself do such a thing but she couldn't help it. It tickled!
Now he was more aroused than ever. "Sit down, sweetie," he said. "That's the way, put your ass down in the grass there. I can believe you ain't never been fucked before, but I'll be damned if I can swallow it when you tell you ain't never fingered yourself. Don't make no difference, though. I'm sure as hell gonna do it for you."
He grinned at her sickly. "If you don't know how to frig yourself, you're damned well gonna have a sweet time with yourself from now on. And if you do know how, you're gonna see how much better it is to have a man do it for you."
She sat obediently in front of him but kept her thighs together even though his hand was buried in her moist crotch. He made her open up and spread her legs wide. Her panties caught on her knees at first but he soon yanked them to her ankles and off one foot. She sat there with the undergarment dangling off her ankle and found herself staring at the big lump in his pants.
He saw her looking at it and couldn't wait to get it out. He unzipped his fly and the big thing came tumbling out without him even having to put a hand on it.
She caught her breath at the sight of it, all red and pulsing with the head so smooth and shiny. A little cry escaped her lips.
The reaction delighted him. "Take a good look, sweetie," he invited. "What do you think of that? I bet my ass it's bigger'n the ones your boyfriends have, huh?"
She knew he wouldn't believe She'd never seen one. "It... it's so big you'll hurt me," she said. "If you-"
"If I fuck you?" he broke in. "That what you were gonna say?"
He could see by the way she tightened her mouth when he said the word that's what she meant all right, but wasn't about to say it.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Didn't I tell you that?" he reminded her. "Your boyfriend, now ... he's the one that would hurt you. He'd stick his cock in without even getting your pussy warm. I'm gonna make this sweet little twat of yours so damned hot and wet you'll be begging me to slip it in."
Maxine only heard about half of what he was saying. She was so caught up in the excitement between her legs it was taking all her attention. She looked down at the man's hand moving all over her crotch and watched, embarrassed beyond words, as his fingers adroitly passed through her cunt hairs. As soon as he hit the wet meat of her outer lips he told her to lie down on her back. .
"First take off your blouse, though," he added. "Them tits ain't been gettin' no lovin' at all."
With his fingers at work in her pussy, she was already starting to feel a funny, hot sensation deep inside. The idea of letting him see her most proud treasure seemed to make the feeling become even more intense. No boy had ever seen the beautiful sight of her lovely young tits. She wanted to cry with shame at the thought of this old lecher being the first male to ever feast his eyes on them, but he was making her feel so good between the tight, wet lips of her cunt that she didn't even care. .
She unbuttoned the front of the blouse and watched his hot eyes follow every move of her hesitant fingers. She stripped it off and her two fine jugs were covered only by the bursting fabric of her white brassiere. The undergarment was obviously too small for her ample dimensions and the result was a deep cleft of lush cleavage that made his eyes pop.
"Shit, baby," he exclaimed, "it's a damned shame to keep a pair like that trussed up in a fucking bra. You poor little bitch, you must be dying to get 'em out of that fucking harness."
He leaned forward and reached over smooth shoulders with his free hand, found the catch, and fooled with it. He was so anxious to get it loose that he was all thumbs.
"You do it," he commanded. "I want to watch you, anyway. I'd rather see you strip yourself than do it myself."
She reached back and did it. The taut undergarment popped off and her naked tits jumped out like peas from a freshly opened pod. He stared at what she had to offer and pushed her over the rest of the way onto her back. He was still pretty gentle with her, she was glad to find, but now the urgency was plain. She rolled backwards and her thick blonde hair fanned out on the grass under her head.
"What a fucking picture!" he cried, looking down on the girl's nakedness as she sprawled with her sweet young curves defenseless before him. He licked his lips and jerked his pants down to his knees, then lowered himself on top of her with his knees on either side of her smooth, lithe thighs. He supported himself above her so that only his fingers touched her. All the time she'd been taking off her bra and laying down for him, he'd kept them busy at the soft portal of her moist cunt. Now he could feel her getting wetter than ever.
She turned her head from side to side and her eyes were no longer wild, just glazed and half closed from the reds and the finger work she was getting from him. She told herself she had to let him have his way with her, that if she didn't do everything he wanted he might hurt her. But a slowly awakening part of her young body wanted things done to her for entirely different reasons.
His hard cock flopped against the inside of one of her thighs and he saw her face register the touch. Her lush red mouth parted and she let out a breathy little noise. It was more of a gasp than a word, but he picked up on it and his eyes grew bright. He lowered his body and she felt his tattered clothes on the smooth, hard flesh of her stomach. He hadn't even bothered to take off his shirt, yet the feel of him against her was sexier than anything she had ever experienced-clothes or no clothes.
"Like that, sweetie?" he asked. "Like it when you feel my prick on your legs?"
She got her voice. "No," she managed. "I ... I hate it. I can't stand you doing this to me. You're ... oh, gosh, but you're nasty!"
"You lying little cunt," he whispered, his face directly above hers. "You like it so goddamned much you don't know what to do with yourself. Don't you think I can tell?"
"I ... I don't," she repeated. But her voice was weaker. "I really mean it."
Suddenly he took her hand and put it on the fat shaft of his swollen cock. She was shocked to the core. He made her rub her fingers up and down it while he kept up the same action in her cunt. He had her so wet now that he could get two fingers in easy. Sure as shit, she'd been telling the truth. She was cherry as the day she was born. He made sure she had a nice firm grip on his cock, then slowed down his fingers. Gradually he drew them slowly from her tight, moist pussy.
At first she just shifted her ass around on the ground a little. But soon, as his fingers slipped slowly up and out of her sexed-up little slit, she began to move her ass in an up-and-down motion and squeeze her legs together with obvious frustration.
"There, sweetie," he cackled, "now tell me you don't like what I'm doing to this hot little cunt of yours!"
She realized how hot she was to have his fingers back again and turned her head sideways to keep from looking him in the eye. It made her wilt with shame to know how bad she wanted him to start finger-fucking her again-and to know that he also knew it.
"Say it," he demanded of her. "Say it. You know what I mean. Tell me you want it!"
Maxine was torn. If she lied about it, he'd withhold his fingers from her hungry, quivering pussy still longer. And if she admitted the truth, she'd be debasing herself like a sluttish little tramp. She moaned and rolled her blonde head from side to side on the grass. Her mouth opened and closed but she wouldn't speak out loud. Her slender frame twisted beneath him with growing frustration.
She couldn't stand it any longer. "I ... I want ... it," she whispered, keeping her eyes closed.
"Louder!" he boomed. "Tell me what you want, louder. And open your eyes when you talk to me!"
She hated herself for giving in, but her hot little hole was dying to have more loving.
"I want it," she said, raising her voice. "I want it! Oh, yes, I want it ... I do. Can't you do that some more? Please ... I really need for you to. I... please!"
He laughed deep in his throat and said, "Sure I will, you sweet little cunt. That's more like it. I'll give you something even better."
And with that he took her hand from his swollen cock and moved the head slowly along the inside of her sensitive thighs. Though she'd never in her life been under a man before, her budding feminine intuition told her the thing was soon going to wind up at the damp crack of her hot, sweating little pussy. She stiffened her body in shame at the thought of what was going to happen to her ... at what she was wanting to happen to her. But in spite of her feeble attempt to fight the desire building up in her, she felt her thighs part wider and wider as the head of his prick got closer to its goal.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Open up for me ... open up and let me show you what it feels like to have a man fuck you. That what you want? That what you want, baby?"
"Ungh," she grunted. "Ungh!"
"What?" he persisted.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes!"
The sound of her voice hit her ears as thought another person was doing the talking. She felt the heavy head of his big cock reach the top of her thigh and touch the tender, fleshy mound of the cunt itself. Shamelessly, she worked her young ass closer to it.
"What do you want?" he teased.
"I want ... ungh ... oh, gosh, you know what I want," she pleaded. "Don't ... tease me. I want you to ... put your ... ummm ... your thing-"
"Tell me plain, sweetie," he demanded. "My what? You better tell me what you need, honey, or you ain't gonna get it!"
Her mind was too confused to know that he wanted it as bad as she did, and much more so, really, since she'd never had it before.
It's too nasty, she thought to herself, I can't say it. I just can't. No, I have to. I... I have to!
"Your pe-penis!" she stuttered. "That's what I want." The sweat was pouring off her tits like a flood. "I want your big old penis to-to fuck me. Gosh darn it, I want you to fuck me with it!" she yelled.
The girl's words had him at a fever pitch. He pressed the fat knob of it against the plush folds of her outer lips. Without even pushing forward, he poised his instrument on the brink of her quivering meat and raised himself slightly above her. Maxine began rubbing her naked pussy against it without him saying a word, first slowly and warily, then with undisguised lust.
He slipped his hands under the twin globes of her small, hard ass and clutched her to him. At the same time he socked his whiskery face over one of her big tits and sucked the taut nipple into his wet mouth. That did it. Maxine went crazy.
"Unggggh!" she cried, and raised her naked ass off the ground to meet his thrust.
The old lecher fed it to her quick and deep. She was so hot to have it go deeper that the slight pain of her cherry busting hardly slowed her. She drove her little ass up and down on the hard ground and felt the wonderful stiff meat of his prick plunge into her sweet, tight, virginal little pussy and fill her tender hole with a wad of hot come. She bucked up and down under him and hugged his face tight against her swollen tit.
As she felt his cock go limp inside her she kept slamming her ass against him and crying for more.
"Oh ... oh migosh," she yelled. "Keep doing that, will you? Keep doing that ... please. Oh, fuck me, will you? Fuck me, fuck me, mister ... fuck my pussy!"
He had let himself get much too hot much too fast in spite of his plans to bring her off slow and sweet. Now it was he who had a problem. And Maxine's hungry, screwed-up face told him he needed a solution right away!