Chapter 1
Cindy Porter sat alone on the darkened bluff overlooking Dove City. A breeze ruffled her long blonde hair, and it felt good as it cooled her face. It had been a hot day, another in a chain of such days, all a part of the California Indian summer.
She felt a tingle in her inner thighs, and she was again reminded of the incident from the previous Thursday evening. Chris had tried many times to get her to give in to his advances, but that evening had been different thanks to the near argument. She had been relieved, so relieved that she had let things get out of hand, and it had almost ended up going all the way. It was close enough, anyhow, to make her feel awfully guilty about the whole thing.
From the first time Chris had kissed her goodnight, Cindy realized that she was anxious to have sex, for her body had become alive instantly with sensations. It was as if the last little touch would send a thousand thrills of pleasure to every nerve in her body, and it took a great deal of will power to keep from giving in to such urges. When she'd returned home after that first date with Chris, she had been so excited that she layed down on her back naked in bed and opened her legs wide and wantonly played with herself. She knew it was a dirty thing to do, but she couldn't help herself that night. She was just too aroused to stop. Afterwards, she had felt ashamed by her actions, and she had promised herself that she would not let her body become so sexually aroused again. At least not until after she was married. And that was a good long ways off, because she was only going on seventeen!
But on Thursday evening last, she'd given up that promise—and the events of that night loomed heavily on her consciousness. What if she gave way again? and again? The memory of Thursday night flooded her brain as she pictured it all over again ...
Chris had parked up the street from the house, as he always did when they'd gone to a movie or for dinner, and when he had kissed her, Cindy was not prepared for the lewd sensations that suddenly poured through her body. She had been too busy feeling guilty for forgetting her work schedule when his lips pressed against hers. It was like melting!
She opened her mouth and let his tongue probe freely in the warm wet confines of her oral cavity, and she sucked on it gratefully, for she felt it to be a sign of his love for her. In a moment, Chris's hand was fondling her breast through her sweater, and she couldn't find the will with which to refuse him. It seemed natural and right, and instead of pulling his hand away, she pressed her mouth harder to his. Even through the sweater and brassiere which protected the soft voluptuousness of her breasts, the sensation of his touch made her nipples instantly harden into tiny buds, and she felt his fondling clear down into the pit of her belly. The seat of the car, the vinyl plastic, seemed to rise up and press against the backs of her thighs, adding to the sensations building in her entire body. For the moment, her promise to herself—to avoid sex at all costs—had been forgotten, and even the importance of staying calm and collected seemed silly and unrealistic.
Chris, of course, recognized the let down in Cindy's usual resistance immediately. For the first time he felt there was a chance he could go all the way with her. In the past he had been patient and understanding with her, assuming that because she was just out of high school a few months before, that she needed to go slow and easy into the adult world of sex and intimacy. But now he felt her to be ready and prepared for him. He'd felt she was too innocent for it before, and now he felt she was too ripe to be denied it. So many times he'd wanted to simply rip her clothes off of her body and jam his hard cock into the tight little virginal tunnel of her cunt. Yet at the same time he understood why she resisted his advances. He knew about her father, and the abusive way he treated her, and he understood that she would likely resist all male advances for a long, long time.
But on Thursday night, that moment when his cock was growing hard inside his tightly restraining pants, he was completely encouraged by the sudden absence of Cindy's resistance. He thought it was possible that she had finally come to agree with his argument about trying on the shoe to be sure it fit! He decided to proceed with a certain amount of caution in case any sudden move might break the spell.
Slowly then, without taking his mouth from hers, he lowered his hand until he could slip it under her sweater, and then he carefully moved his fingers up toward her breasts. Cindy moaned deep in her throat as he worked his fingers underneath the top of her bra, but as she still didn't lift a hand to stop him, Chris slowly worked the brassiere up until Cindy's firm round breasts were free.
He was delighted to discover that Cindy wore no padding of any kind in her brassiere, as her large breasts were still taut and high without the support of brassiere or sweater. He closed his hand over the smooth warm flesh, feeling the hardness of her nipple against his palm, and he slowly began massaging the firm flesh as he thrust his tongue deep into her throat.
Cindy knew she should stop him before everything got out of control, but she couldn't find the will to lift her hand. The caressing of her breast made her heart pound wildly, and his fingers seemed to be travelling all over her sensitized body. It felt too good to stop, and she decided that a little heavy petting would be harmless enough. After all, it was not like he was actually entering her vagina with his penis! She was sure she would be able to stop things before it came to anything like that!
Leaning hard against Cindy's relaxed body, Chris lifted his mouth from hers, and without saying a word, he moved his lips to the taut muscles of her neck. Sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh, he evinced from Cindy a moan of pleasure, and now he felt sure he could explore her luscious body further.
Pinching the hardness of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger several times, he then lowered his hand over her flat belly and felt for the top of her skirt. Slipping a probing finger under the band, he worked it around until he felt the button holding it tightly around her narrow waist, and, carefully, he loosened it. The top of her skirt expanded slightly, giving his hand enough room to slip down beneath the soft fabric, and he immediately searched out and found the elastic top of her nylon panties. He moved slowly, fearing that at any moment. Cindy would reach to stop him, and he wanted more than anything else to relieve the pressure of all his frustrations. His cock felt like it would break right out through his pants if it grew any longer, for already the length of the hard shaft was throbbing with blood-filled excitement. He was almost sure his conquest of this young woman's voluptuous body would occur that night.
Drawing in her breath from the sensation of Chris's fingers brushing lightly over the soft triangle of her sparse pubic hair, Cindy wondered if she wasn't letting him go too far. She had never let him touch her naked vagina before, even though she had thought about it many times, but that evening in particular seemed very much different. He had not really gotten angry over her earlier resistances, but now, if she held out on him now, he would be very, very upset. She could tell just from the way he was touching her.
Something about his breathing gave her the impression that he was more excited than on other occasions, and when she happened to glance down in the direction of his trousers she could see why. Between his legs, where his cock had grown stiff a huge bulge pressed upwards protuberantly. There was just no mistaking that large sight! Wrapping her arms tightly around his broad shoulders, Cindy held his face against her neck and braced herself for the shock she knew was to come, for in a moment, she expected his fingers to go diving into the smooth satiny heat between her thighs.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly in his ear as Chris extended his middle finger into the hair-lined slit of her cunt and made actual contact with her clitoris. It was the first time ever she'd allowed him this liberty with her most private parts between her legs. She wondered for a moment why on other occasions she'd so resisted this.
He was fully aware of the warm moisture in her vagina, and he imagined her wet cunt wrapped tightly around the hardness of his erect penis. He was also aware of how much more excited Cindy was getting from this quick little jabbing he was giving her with his finger. He deliberately plyed her clit, hoping that he would succeed in arousing her to the point where she would actually beg him to fuck her. Otherwise, he felt like he would be just about unable to resist the inclination to rape her for the relief he needed! The feel of her soft pubic hairs against his hand made him wonder how her virgin pussy actually looked, and he concluded that he was going to somehow get her panties down and her skirt up!
He twisted on the car seat so that he could maneuver his other hand, and then worked it up under the hem of Cindy's skirt while he continued massaging her tiny slightly quivering clitoris. Taking hold of the elastic top of her panties at the center of her back, he pulled the filmy material down around the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
This action was so deliberate that Cindy arched her hips up from the car seat, and he succeeded in pulling the soft whiteness of her panties down over her thighs. His left hand, still pressed tightly against the flesh of her pussy, was suddenly unrestricted in its movements. Not wanting to give Cindy any time to think, Chris leaned his upper torso hard against her chest as he worked her panties down around her knees. Then as he raised her skirt with his right hand, he probed with the middle finger of his left hand for the moist, tight opening of her vaginal passage.
"Oh, Chris, no," she gasped as Cindy felt the cool air against her suddenly naked vagina. He had taken her by surprise, and his finger was teasingly worming into the soft sensitive lips down between her slightly open thighs. His playing with her clitoris had caused her to drift into a dream-like state of pure ecstasy, and it wasn't until her panties were half off and down over her thighs that she realized how far things had gone. She was open and exposed to all this fondling, and the mounting fire in her belly was becoming more demanding than she thought possible. She was torn between stopping him and letting him go just a little bit farther with this erotic teasing between her legs.
"Oh, Chris, darling! Please! We mustn't do that!" Cindy cried weakly, but she didn't move to stop his advancing finger.
Chris spread the soft lips of her cunt wide as he pushed his middle finger into the tightly resisting flesh. He had her upper body pinned against the back of the car seat with his chest, and he felt her whole body tense as his finger suddenly popped inside the warm opening to her womb. The slick walls clamped tightly around his finger as he shoved it deep inside the wet passage, and he didn't stop until the whole palm of his hand was pressed hard against the soft pelt of her naked cunt.
"Ooooh, Chris! Nooo! Please stop that ... Please ... ?" she cried again, but she couldn't deny the tremendous pleasure his finger-fucking was giving her. The synthetic walls protecting her virginity, the moral rules of the game, were slowly crumbling. She was giving way inch by inch to the terrific force of that finger worming into the depths of her pulsating cunt. The sensation in her belly was too great, and she wanted to have more of the wonderful caresses, even though she felt like it was wrong and dirty.
Since she was only protesting verbally, not physically trying to restrain him, Chris felt safe to raise his head from her neck and get a look at what he had long wanted. Her thighs were spread only a few inches, but that was enough to allow his hand access to her vagina, and he could see clearly the silky blonde forest of pubic hairs where his hand was trapped between her inner thighs. He began to slowly, teasingly, finger-fuck in and out of the tight moist passageway, while at the same time he raised her sweater and sought a look at her naked breasts, too. He pulled the sweater away from her body until the twin mounds pointed proudly out from beneath. The small circles at the tips were pink and hard, like tiny buttons raised by excitement, and he leaned forward, closing his warm lips over one of them. He sucked on the hard nipple, then nipped at it with his sharp teeth as his finger continued working in the wet confines of her vagina.
"Darling! Please? We mustn't! You ... " Cindy's words cut off abruptly as the sensation of his biting teeth danced over her nerves to her brain! Her hands moved to the back of his head as if guided by instinct, pulling his mouth harder against her taut womanly breast, his tongue, teeth, lips, all seeming to work in unison to give her a thousand different pleasures.
A rhythm of passion steadily grew as his finger slid in and out of her sensitive vagina, each movement of his hand bringing more lubricating fluid to the depths of her loins. She wanted to put what she really was feeling into words to tell him that she was willing to give him as much as she could, even to have him almost, but that in the back of her mind she wanted to stay pure. She knew that she could never stave off the abuse of her alcoholic father if she was no longer a virgin, that he would find out about her sexual activities and never let her live to see the end of it!
And so it was that Cindy weakly protested: "You must stop ...! Please, darling ...! Please, don't you understand?" Her words came in uneven gasps, hardly recognizable for what they were, and Chris totally ignored them. He was too engrossed in the exploration of her sensual young body to care what the words meant unless they were begging for his cock. The moistened warmth of her vagina around his finger excited him more than anything else, and he desperately wanted to have more. Squirming and twisting on the car seat, Chris pulled Cindy over until he could lay her back flat on the cushion, and without taking his mouth from the fullness of her breast, he did just that.
"Oh, my God! Chris! Nooo!" Cindy groaned as she layed her head back against the car door. Her long blonde hair half covered her pretty face, and she closed her eyes tightly as if to force the mounting passion from her sensation filled body. She knew that things had reached a point where Chris would have to be given some release, but she couldn't allow it to be the one thing she knew he wanted.
The moment Cindy's upper torso was horizontal, Chris raised his lips from her saliva soaked breast, and extending his tongue like a feeler, he traced a wet line down her belly until he reached the place where her skirt was bunched up around her hips. With his free hand, he pushed her legs apart as wide as he could in the limited space, then shifting his own body down, he placed his mouth firmly on the sensitive flesh of her lower belly, just above the soft triangle of her pubic mound. He was sure that she was near the point of complete surrender and he felt his tongue could put the final seal on the package. Kissing and licking at the sensitive spots around her now slowly squirming vagina, he kept his finger buried deep in her vaginal passage. The soft downy pubic hairs brushed against his cheeks as his tongue danced over her inner thighs, then up against her lower belly. She moaned in protest incessantly, but he was too busy to pay any attention to her words. The scent of her vagina had reached his nostrils, and he was going to show her what pleasure she had been missing. Pulling his finger from her warm wet passage, he spread the hair-lined slit of her cunt wide, and without hesitating a moment, he flicked his tongue out at the erect bud of her exposed clitoris.
"Ooooouuuuu!" Cindy shrieked as the electric bolt of pleasure slammed through her passion-tensed body to her brain. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and for the moment she forgot that she was dangerously close to losing her virginity. His mouth closed tightly against the pink valley of her pussy, as his teeth nipped at the sensitive nerve-end, sending more pleasure dashing up her spine. Involuntarily, her hips jerked up to his oral assault, and she threw her legs wide apart, wanting more and more of the fantastic pleasure.
The ache of confinement had become so terrible, and Chris could wait no longer to set his hardened cock free. Reaching down under his body, his fingers worked quickly to undo the zipper of his fly. Then, he unhooked the top of his beltless pants. Taking his underpants in the same motion, he shoved his pants down over his hips, and his erect penis stood out straight and hard. Being released from its confinement and naked in front of Cindy gave a wild sensation, and his cock jerked even more erect as a flood of fresh erotic blood filled the distended spongy cap. The sensation made him more impatient than ever, and dropping his tongue from the bud of her clitoris, he ran it along the warm wet flesh until he made contact with the tight, evenly pounding opening of her vagina. He could feel her pulsating heat taking charge of her vagina more and more. Using his tongue like a ram-rod, he thrust it deep into the warmth of her virgin cunt.
"Oooh, my God!" Cindy screeched as the electric charge of hot oral sensations filled up her wetly pulsing pussy. It was a sudden wet contact, and reaching down, she tangled her fingers in his hair, wantonly spreading her legs wider by bringing her heels up on the car seat and pulling his face hard against her passion filled loins. His tongue flicked maddeningly inside her, the whole length of it sliding up against the sensitive walls of her pussy, sending insane spasms of joy through her sensuously aroused body. It felt like a hot whip of flame as it raced in and out of her cuntal passage, making the depths of her womb flood with new, hot lubricating juices.
"Ooooooh! Godddddd!" The loud groan escaped from deep within her throat, but then she began to plead for him to stop. "Darling! Please! Now you just have to stop ...! We must stopppp!"
Much to her surprise and confused disappointment, Chris pulled his tongue from her satiated cunt, and he went sliding up across her body, leaving her burning passage alive with fire. His hips trapped her naked white thighs as he fell heavily on top of her, his mouth seeking and finding hers. He thrust his tongue deep in her throat as his hand took her hand and placed it down below on ... his cock!
At first Cindy didn't understand. What was this all about? Wasn't he done with her now? He knew she couldn't go all the way, but now, as he insisted her fingers around the thickness of his throbbing prick, she realized that he wanted more. She was surprised as she felt the hard throbbing column of his male flesh in her hand. She had never before touched a man there, and in spite of her knowing what could' happen, she found a curiosity growing inside her. She let her hand remain in place where Chris had demandingly placed it. Amazed by its enormous size, Cindy thought it would kill her if she ever allowed him to put it inside. It would split her vagina wide open if he thrust it in here, but the feel of it in her hand was actually delighting her.
She could feel the penis throbbing with blood-filled urgency, jerking as her fingers squeezingly wrapped around its length, and instinctively she began to stroke and massage the hot, pulsating member, rubbing the skin tantalizingly with her warm hand. He was half turned on her, his thigh pressed hard against her naked loin, and unconsciously, Cindy began to rhythmically grind her pussy against him as her hand worked warmly up and down his long shaft.
Near the base she felt the tips of his pubic hair, and she explored further, seeking the soft skinned sack that held his sperm-filled, lust-bloated balls. Somehow she knew they were susceptible to physical hurt, and she caressed them gently, feeling the cool, even heat in her palm. Chris groaned, lifting his mouth from hers, and pressing his lips against her ear, he said softly, "Cindy ... darling ... I want you ...! I have to fuck you, Cindy."
His hand slipped under her naked buttocks, cupping the round cheeks and holding her tighter to him. She felt a cool wetness on her thigh and she wondered if he had climaxed. Feeling his cock still hard and throbbing, she guessed that it was only the lubricating fluid men produced, and she lovingly squeezed his penis, not sure how to answer his demand.
"I've got to fuck you now," he said again louder, and the obscene choice of words sent a shock of lewd excitement through her body. Her belly quivered with some kind of long awaited needs boiling up, but the thought of her father was still prominent in her mind.
"No ...! We mustn't, darling ...! It's not ... right!" Even though she knew to him her excuses must sound feeble, it was the only thing she could think of. She had to stop him somehow, for the idea of confronting her father with such a thing on her mind seemed impossible. He would know she'd been screwing, and he would punish her accordingly.
Cindy attempted, then, to hold Chris's cock in her hand tightly. She even put her other hand into the space between their two bodies, and in this manner cupped Chris's tightened scrotal sac and his entire throbbing member with both hands. She could squeeze and guide the spongy tip of his penis this way, and keep his thickly headed cock from battering into her vagina. The rubbery tip grinded sensuously against her palm, and she felt more of the seminal juice hitting in her fingers and hand. She held his hardened penis with two hands and tried to fight him off as best she could.
"Please, darling?" she moaned, "I think you'll ... hate me if we do. You'll think I'm bad."
She felt his straining cock and grinding hips driving for access to her pubis, but she kept a good hold on its thickness and made a wall of her fingers and palms that no cock could penetrate. The wall protected her cunt from the angry heated intruding phallus. She clamped her thighs together, just to be sure, and no matter how he pumped forward, she guarded against the assault.
Then she felt it, in her palm, and Chris suddenly went limp on top of her, only his grinding hips flipping back and forth quickly, and her hands filled with a hot thick stream of pulsating salvos of cum. She frantically squeezed, hoping to make it good for him, pulling and tugging on the length of his cock shaft, feeling the long hard bolts of cum splattering against her palm and along her milk-white thighs. Then he collapsed in her arms and it was over. She thanked her lucky stars that she was able to hold him off. It had been a close call.
Cindy held onto his slowly deflating penis as the last few drops of semen jerked from the tip into the palm of her hand. She felt terribly disappointed and she knew that she was sorry that the milky sticky wet sperm on her belly was not deep inside her burning womb. Yet, after a few moments, she was somewhat relieved to remember that she was still a virgin. It was for her father that she had withheld what she too had wanted, and she reasoned that Chris would not be too angry with her on that account. He knew, of course, about how tyrannical Burt Porter could be.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Once I move out ... get away from Dad, then it'll be okay. But for now—"
"Never mind," he said, sitting up and giving her the Kleenex he kept in the glove compartment, "Clean yourself up. It's late."
His voice had been cold and crass. He wasn't interested in her excuses any more. She cleaned up and he took her home without saying much more. She tried to make amends at the door, tried to get him to say that he would see her again soon. Of course she knew he would be around to his old self the next day, but she was interested in his being nice to her just now. But he didn't break. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and went back to the car.
As she mounted the stairs up to her room she felt that Thursday night was only half over. She had some kind of intuition that there was more in store for her than just a night of petting and little girl sex.
She was starting down the hallway when she heard a woman's groans coming from her father's bedroom, and with a sense of desperate trepidation, she stopped and looked through the crack in the door, trying to figure out what she was hearing ... and what she was seeing.