Chapter 7
Rusty parked his bike in the Jones' driveway and walked to the kitchen door. He knew that Sally's parents weren't going to be home until Monday and he was looking forward to a full weekend of playing house with his playhouse wife.
He should have been here hours before, but he had stopped on his way at Phil's house for a few beers and a few laughs with some of his friends. He knew he ought to have called Sally to let her know he would be late, but he never seemed to be able to make it to the phone. For one thing, he'd run into another girl from school there who'd come up to him breathlessly, introducing herself as Patsy from his neighborhood. He only realized when she was up close that of course he had seen her before once or twice in the neighborhood, and from a distance at school.
He'd heard a few things about her, too, and as they sat chatting, he brought her a beer, and thought about what her hot little auburn-fuzzed cunt might be like under the tight jeans she wore. He had been flabbergasted to learn for the first time and from the young girl's own lips that Sally's cousin Keith had been seeng a lot of her!
He must be a real cockhound, he thought, but his esteem for Sally's rather bothersome cousin went up tenfold, and he revised his opinion of him as not an innocent greenhorn as he had first thought. Finally, he'd said goodnight and left Patsy to go back to her friends. He felt funny about the whole incident though, feeling just a bit hurt that neither Keith nor Sally had mentioned anything at all about the girl to him, other than the fact that he'd waited at her house until Sally came home that first day. He's been over there flicking her hot little cunt just about every night, I'll bet! The whole thing made him feel a little pissed ... here was this country bumpkin getting one of the best tails in town while he sat around and played house with Sally.
He resented being made to feel like this, when only a short time before he had been able to visualize himself in a totally different light. It was all a lark, and he was an easygoing young man who worked hard to get what he wanted out of life ... not even very hard, really, but hard enough to keep going for a while anyway, and he had thought that he had wangled for himself-and all for himself-the best piece of ass in town. He'd had to pretend to be married to the romantically inclined little cunt in order to fuck her, but he had thought her games worth the trouble. So what if he was crabby and grouchy sometimes-he figured that Sally would just simply have to get used to it. Besides, he'd learned from his father that women respect their husbands more if they are not so easygoing.
But now as Rusty entered his girlfriend's house, he was confronted by darkness. It only served to confirm the feelings he was having-that things weren't really so hot after all. Looking toward the couch, he saw that Sally's cousin Keith was curled up in a ball on the sofa, sound asleep. He went to the kitchen and saw a rather unappetizing mass of sticky overcooked rice and creamed tuna. It had been cold for hours. Where the devil was Sally, anyway?
He went upstairs to her bedroom and there she was, sound asleep on the bed. He bristled with anger. Tonight of all nights, with her parents gone for the weekend and their chance to have a really good time. He wanted to fuck her, too. Hadn't done it in a while, and tonight he really needed some pussy around his cock.
"Sally!" he cried. "Wake up!!!"
Sally jumped up, startled by his shout. She sat blinking in the bright overhead light, her face ravaged by the tears that had seemed never-ending as she lay cursing herself and lamenting her actions. She had wailed into the pillow, wondering aloud how she could have let her own cousin finger-fuck her pussy, and recalling her horrible lapse out in the playhouse, she had finally convinced herself that she had indeed gone bananas. She had never thought of herself as the kind of shameless girl who could do anything in the least bit weird when it came to fucking, and now she could never forgive herself. Her entire body felt ugly and sinful, and even though she hadn't let Keith actually fuck her, she knew that she would have, if his cock hadn't exploded out his cum against her naked thighs and brought her to her senses.
The blonde teenager shied back from her boyfriend's angry stare. She feared that he could just look at her and tell what had happened between her cousin and herself. She wanted to hide, and realized that she ought to have had enough courage to tell him not to come over any more. But eventually she had fallen asleep after having exhausted herself by crying.
"What are you doing in bed?" Rusty asked. "I wanted us to go out to the playhouse and fool around awhile."
"Rusty ... I ... I can't any more. I'm just too tired ... I...."
"Oh, shit, Sally, I'm not asking for the world! And I can't understand why you're tired. All you have to do all day long is just sit on your ass and listen to a bunch of ass hole teachers." He had turned angrily from her and was throwing his jacket over a chair. He loosened his shirt and warmed to his tirade against her.
"You've been walking around school with your lower lip sticking out for days now ... and I'm getting pretty tired of it!"
"Rusty ... you...." Sally looked at her boyfriend wide-eyed. She just couldn't think of words to reply to him. His attack was so mean and so unfair that she was speechless. In addition, she was still stunned by the magnitude of her real transgressions against her playhouse husband. And any second she fully expected him to bring that up, too, even though she knew that he couldn't possibly know about Keith finger-fucking her and cumming against her thighs.
She started climbing out of bed. She intended to get dressed, to tell him to leave and never come back to her house ever again, to consider them divorced from their agreement to a play marriage. She scuffled beneath the bed with her feet, searching for her slippers.
"What are you doing?" Rusty asked, turning toward her. He was down to his shorts now, and as he spoke he bent down to remove them.
"I ... I've just got to be alone for a while ... I've got to think!"
"Think? Alone? What have you got to think about?" he said, snidely, his blue eyes steely and cold. "You've never ever thought before ... why would you start now ... and even if you did start, why would you have to be alone to do it?"
"You're horrible! Just horrible!!!" Sally cried. "I don't know how I could have ever liked you and let you ... let you play house with me!"
"Well, you and I pretended to be married, didn't we?" he said. "We're stuck with each other ... you're no bargain either, you know!"
Sally crumpled in a little ball, all tucked in against herself, but through the horrible sting of his words, she began once more to struggle to her feet. She just had to get away from him at any cost!
Rusty watched her, guarding himself from any feeling of pity toward his girlfriend. He was really fed up, and he hated her crying. She was standing between him and his freedom. All his friends, and shit, her jerk-ass cousin Keith could fuck around with any good-looking cunt that came along. And what did he have? A dumb chick he had to almost report to every night. He was still a teenager and he was already as good as an old married man.
"Oh no you don't!" he yelled, running over to grab her arm.
His fingers dug sharply into the soft white flesh of his make-believe bride's arm. She looked up at Rusty with alarm, realizing that he fully intended to harm her if she did not cooperate with him. She was suddenly silent, fearfully gaping at the same teenage boy who had so lovingly taken her precious virginity, promising her that he would pretend to be married if she would let him ... just two weeks before the play wedding. And she had, and it had been wonderful and he had never asked her if she had had her pussy fucked before, and she had never told him that she had ... but only once before with a neighborhood boy who had wanted to grow up to be a doctor and talked her into letting him give her a "shot."
All Sally's hopes were shattering, all her plans for the future of their relationship and the starry thoughts that used to carry her through the dreary days at school ... all that was gone, as she let Rusty maneuver her up onto the bed.
"Don't ... Don't touch me!" she cried, when she realized that he intended to fuck her. She didn't think she could stand to be touched by him-or anyone else for that matter! She just wanted to be left alone!
Rusty sneered nastily down at her, and hurriedly pulled her nightgown up, yanking it over her head and forcing her arms out of it. Forcefully, Rusty turned the frightened girl over onto her belly, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. He was in no mood to put up with her prissy ways tonight. He felt like something exotic ... something different. He wanted to do something that would satisfy a craving for lewdness that he felt inside him ... something that would reaffirm the excitement and unexpected happenings of youth! Something he had heard the older guys talking about!
Kneeling naked now on all fours on the bed in her parents' empty house, Sally cringed away from him.
"No, Rusty, no!" she cried, looking around toward him.
"What's the matter? Most of the time you're acting like you actually want a fuck so bad that you can't stand it. Now that I'm in the mood ... what's with you anyway ... getting cock somewhere else?" The words were spoken with the sole intention of hurting her pride, for Rusty would say anything to tear her down now, anything to maintain his upper hand over the nakedly trembling girl.
But from her obscene position on the bed where Rusty had forced her, terror struck deep in Sally's heart. Wasn't it a girl's place to not let other guys fuck her, even if she wasn't being fucked good by her boyfriend? Didn't all those old things about a girl not being supposed to like having a cock in her still hold true somehow, even though they were living in more modern times and they were supposed to be a sexually liberated generation? Didn't she really believe somewhere deep inside her that her hungry young need for cock was bad?
Her mother and even some of the girls at school advocated waiting until you were married ... and she hadn't really even done that! She had been so curious as to what fucking was actually like that she had played with Rusty as though they were married. What's more she had been play-married only two months when she found herself writhing in the arms of her own cousin! Rusty was pawing her naked flesh hungrily now, as though punishing her for these very sins. Well, he's right! she thought bleakly. She had almost committed incest that very afternoon! But, God, how he disgusted her now ... how his hands felt ugly and rough on her body! She wondered how she could ever have liked him!
Rusty peered down at Sally's white, trembling asscheeks, deciding that he would do something that he had never done before. He'd often thought of it though, and as he thought about it now, he bet that hot little redhead cunt next door had been fucked in the ass, and he bet she liked it too ... maybe she had even done it with Sally's cousin Keith! The thought drove him into a frenzy of lustful competition. He'd be damned if he'd let the little bastard be one up on him in that respect!
"Spread your knees wider," he commanded, his heavily pulsating cock bulging with veins that stood out alert on either side of the desire-hardened cock shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the full cheeks of Sally's rounded ass wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then, with a perverse smile playing about his thin lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered asshole.
"Nnnnnnnnnnoooooooo!" Sally shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back between her asscheeks. It felt cold and strange and singularly uncomfortable.
"What's the matter? I'm kissing your ass, Sally. Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" he joked crudely.
Sally groaned. The very idea that he would do such an obscene thing as lick her asshole made her want to die. But she felt completely at his mercy, not only because he was so much stronger than she and his strong hands held her down to the bed, but because she felt truly guilty, because her own cousin had finger-fucked her and deep down inside she felt that she deserved even this ugliness from him.
Rusty bent forward again and his tongue was flicking teasingly up inside the crevice of her widespread asscheeks. Sally felt more ashamed and embarrassed and somehow more naked than she had ever been. She was conscious of every exposed part of her pale, creamy-skinned body, her tits hanging forward and quivering against the sheets of the bed, her quaking legs and thighs, and the shameful under part of her ... her fuzz-rimmed pussy that pulsed nervously between her fully spread upper thighs.
"Wider!" he ordered cruelly, really beginning to enjoy himself. Rusty withdrew his spearing tongue and peered hungrily at the tight little hole of Sally's ass. The girl's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the moist, fuzz-curled area of her cunt. Then suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her asshole and she realized with alarm that Rusty was worming his finger in back there. His finger was thick and hard and with a sudden sinking feeling Sally knew that he was going to try to push it all the way up into her helplessly cringing little rectal hole. She began to try to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubbery tunnel of her asshole, sliding steadily and thickly forward and then pulling out and fucking back up inside again with abrupt little jerking motions.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhh!" Sally bellowed. The pressure was horrible.
"Rusty ... Rusty!!! Please!!! Please!!!!" Sally tried to straighten her knees out so that she could lie down flat on the bed, thinking that perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But the incensed young boy started pulling her defenselessly quivering asscheeks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating kneeling position that forced her vulnerable asshole wide open to his lewd licking and finger-fucking.
"You're my girl and I'll do what I like!" he sneered, getting carried away by the surging sense of power that he felt over his terrified young girlfriend. "I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you right in this tight little ass of yours ... the one you sit on all day long.
Sally's face paled with fear. "Oh my God!" she cried. "What's happening ... what's happening to him?" Tears ran down her cheeks and into the strands of long golden blonde hair that had fallen forward into her eyes. She was trying now to support herself on her elbows. "Rusty ... Rusty ... no ... don't fuck my ass ... I can't ... I can't!" His obscene words still echoed in her ears, and the young girl's pale naked body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Rusty was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the thought was terrifying.
"Amacumaarrrrrghhh!" she screamed as his fingers shoved teasingly deep up into her helplessly spread asshole.
"Say you want it!" Rusty suddenly urged.
"Wh ... what?" Sally asked, not believing her ears.
"Say ... oh darling, please, please fuck me up the ass...." his voice went into a squealing imitation of hers that made Sally cringe.
"I ... I..
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rusty cried. His fingers abruptly slid out with a small lewd sticky sound and Sally's obscenely stretched asshole felt a blissful relief, yet the young teenager felt strangely open and empty back there. Sally cduld feel Rusty's hard stomach pressing up against her trembling asscheeks, as his hands gripped her by the hips, pulling her cringing loins backwards toward him. She thought she would faint when suddenly she felt the hardness of his thickly pulsating cock moving slowly up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy upward between her trembling asscheeks to the base of her spine.
"Oh dear lord, let it be over!" she moaned.
"That's not what you're supposed to say!" Rusty said softly, his voice all the more monstrously ominous for its lack of volume. He let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her soft belly ... and everywhere he touched, Sally felt her skin ripple with chills. She whimpered softly, wondering if he would ever be finished with her.
"Fuck me!" she cried, suddenly spitting the lewd words out bitterly. "Fuck me in the ass, you bastard! Fuck me in the ass and make me love it! Make me scream for it like a whore!!!"
Meanwhile, downstairs, completely forgotten by the nakedly stripped young couple, Keith lay stone still, staring at the living room ceiling above the couch. His skin crawled and his mind whirled at the sounds he was hearing from the bedroom.
"Poor Sally," he whispered to himself. "Poor, poor Sally." He felt consumed by a terrible guilt-filled torment. Was it his fault that Sally was in this predicament?
Sally had said that Rusty had been acting really strangely since he had come visiting. Maybe he was jealous of Keith being there in the same house with Sally, or maybe he had sensed what had happened between them. He wanted to run in and rescue his young cousin, to get her away from her boyfriend, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was her business after all. And then he also questioned his motives. Was it because he wanted to fuck her himself?
He lay pondering this, aware of his intense emotions involving this beautiful young teenager, his own cousin. She was a vulnerable, desirable girl. His eyes filled with tears and his fists clenched as he heard the dreadful noises of his cousin and her boyfriend's obscene fucking going on right up the stairs. That son-of-a-bitch, her boyfriend hadn't even had the decency to close the door, so he, Keith, couldn't hear him fucking Sally in the ass!!!