Chapter 6
Almost blind with shame and inner rage at what had occurred, Barbara stumbled along, the sidewalk in the dark of the night. After she'd run nearly two full blocks she looked back over her shoulder and was surprised to see that she wasn't being chased. Then, panting to catch her breath, she slowed to a walk. Her mind was a jumble of confused and conflicting images and she didn't know when she'd felt so helpless in her life. She couldn't rid herself of the vision of those two teenagers she'd watched as they performed simultaneous fellatio and cunnilingus in the back of the car. Her flesh still tingled from the feel of Bobby's hands mauling over her tender flesh, and the wetness up between her thighs from forcible invasion of his finger into her helpless loins reminded her of the shameless way her treacherous body had responded. And all the time lingering in the back of her mind was the guilt and horror and anxiety that had first driven her to leave the gym and go after Sonny. She knew he must have run from her only because he'd seen that Bobby was following her, and she knew that after the way she'd hurt him tonight there was not a way in the world she could be sure that he would keep their secret to himself.
Barbara continued hurriedly to the corner of Main Street. She crossed it hurriedly, aware of several catcalls from the doorway of one of the bars, then descended on toward the refuge of her duplex. She was just two blocks from home when she heard the pick-up engine and the sound of tires squealing as the vehicle rounded the corner behind her. Framed in the bright headlights, Barbara turned and stared like a wild animal frozen in headlights on a road as Bobby's Ford pick-up hurtled toward her. Then the vehicle came to a halt beside her on the street and she noted with slight surprise that its owner was alone. As she stood still, staring through the window on the passenger side, the handsome youngster leaned over and opened the door.
"Get in Miss Halperin. I'll take you for a ride."
"No," Barbara said in a voice that sounded strange and from far away. But she made no move to flee. She stood, paralyzed by everything that had happened to her, fear almost stifling her breath, the lust Bobby's lewd mauling of her flesh and the obscene spectacle she'd just witnessed had instilled in her still raging completely out of control through her passion-soaked loins.
"Come on. I'm not going to hurt you. And I want to talk to you."
"What. . . about?"
Bobby hesitated for a moment, the beginnings of a smile playing on his lips before he said: "Sonny."
"Sonny?" Barbara thought the fear in her voice should have only confirmed any suspicion the boy might already have had about her and Sonny Wilkens. She stared in terror at his handsome, confident face, then like a sacrificial slave walking to slaughter she stepped forward and climbed up into the cab of the truck. Bobby leaned over toward her and put the vehicle in gear, then eased off the clutch and it lurched forward.
Stiff and breathless, Barbara sat silent as he drove down the street past her house, then took a left onto a gravel road which led out of town and into a now dark and dense-looking forest of second growth redwoods. The terrain was rough, hilly, the road narrow and winding, and Bobby took the corners fast but with a skill and obvious familiarity which made it seem he was running almost on a track. They rode for perhaps five minutes before either of them said anything, then at last Barbara broke the silence:
"If Coach Johnson misses us both at the same time . . . "
"Yeah? What?"
"He's going to suspect something."
Bobby grinned. She saw it in the lights of the dash. "Why would he suspect anything? And what?"
Barbara realized the indiscretion of her remark. "I mean.. . after what happened last year, with that other teacher. And then tonight, you and I were . . . even if it was an accident.. . "
"Yeah," Bobby chuckled. "That was just an accident, hunh?"
Barbara didn't bother to answer. They drove another short distance in silence, then
Bobby said: "Sonny has the hots for you."
"What?" Barbara gasped, incredulous at the bluntly shocking remark.
"You saw him. He's really got it bad. I think you could help him!"
"Help him?" the frightened blonde ventured cautiously, realizing for the first time that perhaps Bobby didn't suspect anything untoward had actually happened between her and the youngster they were discussing.
"Old Miss Priddy tried but she couldn't do any good. But you're different. He really digs you. See? Sonny's sensitive. He couldn't do it with just any girl, but I saw the way he was looking at you. And he really does need help."
"Help with what?"
"Don't play dumb? He needs a woman to break him in and show him the score. You could do it."
"Why . . . " For a moment Barbara thought she'd almost lost her voice from her sheer indignation at what Bobby was suggesting. "If you think I'm the kind of woman who would . . . who would seduce an innocent boy like Sonny," she began, realizing immediately the hypocrisy in what she said.
"Come on, Miss Halperin. Don't go virginal on me, I'm the guy who was back there feeling you up while you were window peeping on
Darrel and Sandy in the car. Remember?"
"Why you little heathen!" Barbara hissed, her shame and anger almost getting the best of her.
Then they crossed a small rise, rounded a corner, and suddenly beside the road appeared a small open plot of land. Bobby swung onto the flat parking area and cut the engine, turning quickly in the seat to face the lovely, now completely rattled young blonde.
His eyes roved over her soft sensuously curved body, hungrily taking in her lushly inviting breasts, slender waist, her long shapely thighs outlined in her skirt falling teasingly down between them. Then he abruptly opened the door on his side and climbed out of the cab.
Stunned beyond capacity to cope with the bizarre situation in which she found herself, Barbara looked back through the rear windshield as Bobby moved around to the bed of the pick-up. She blinked as she saw him remove a tightly rolled sleeping bag, then continue on around the truck to her side. And her heartbeat frantically hastened as she saw him unroll the bag and spread it out on the dirt. Then before she'd completely grasped what was about to happen, he opened the door on her side and pulled her forcibly out of the cab.
Barbara's legs felt weak as rubber and the whole world seemed to be spinning in some kind of crazy spiral as she let herself be pushed suddenly and almost violently down onto the bag. She went without resistance, mortified by combined fear and shame and an unwanted excitement stirring anew up between her thighs. She lay sprawled on her side on the soft downy pallet, her skirt pulled halfway up her thighs, her hair hanging loose and wanton over her cheeks and shoulders almost to her heaving breasts. Her eyes were wide, like the eyes of a frightened animal, and her breathing was coming in loud audible gasps as she waited to see what the aggressive and athletic youngster would do next Then she moaned deeply as he came down slowly onto his knees beside her, reaching with both his hands to turn her face up toward his own.
Bobby stared with relish into Barbara's frightened eyes for a brief exquisite moment. Then suddenly he bent over and kissed her full on the lips, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as she let her body again go almost limp, accepting his kiss and hoping only that her body wouldn't betray her with response.
The experienced sixteen year old waited until he sensed the school teacher starting to give in, then he dropped his hand down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it slowly up her thighs until it was again almost to the leg-bands of her panties. At first she offered no resistance whatsoever, then as he reached his hand between her thighs, stroking up along one of the taut inner tendons toward the desire-moistened plane of her cunt, something seemed to snap. Her body stiffened, her hands were suddenly fighting to push him away from her and to yank down her skirt. She drew her face back from his with an angry shake of her head, kicking and pitching as though in a fit upon the ground.
"Leave me alone!" she hissed. "Take me home right now, you little juvenile delinquent. Who do you think I am anyway?"
Barbara continued to kick and thrash on the sleeping bag for a couple of seconds longer. Then suddenly Bobby seized both her wrists, pulling her down to a prone position on her back and pinning them above her head, the weight of his strong young body coming down heavily on hers so that she could hardly even move. At last, realizing she could never overpower him when he was on top of her holding her like this, she let her head fall back to the softness of the bag. She sighed and lay still, panting and looking up wild-eyed at the boy on top of her.
Bobby leaned again toward Barbara's face.
He grinned, then said softly: "I'm about to show you exactly who you are. All right?"
"Noooooo," Barbara moaned as she realized the double meaning of the remark. She didn't need this teenager to tell her who she was. She knew already, even if the entity she had become the last few weeks still didn't have a name in her mind. But she knew she was vile, evil, shameful and immoral, and she'd learned all too well that only a certain amount of force was required to bring those despicable qualities to blossom.
Her arms still pinned helplessly above her head by the vise-grip of one of Bobby's hands, Barbara shook her head from side to side in useless protest as the athletic youngster's other hand moved back down to cup over the high-arched mounds of her breasts. Then her eyes opened even wider as his hand swept quickly lower, seizing the hem of her skirt and jerking it suddenly completely up off her lushly molded buttocks, bunching it uselessly up around her waist like the skirt of the young girl she'd watched the other boy eat out in the back seat of his car a short time ago. Then Bobby's hand grasped the waistband of her panties and as she again began to buck and struggle beneath him he pulled them down off her buttocks, completely exposing the golden triangle of the hair of her cunt.
"No please!" Barbara whimpered, straining to free her pinioned arms with all her strength. She felt her panties stretched by her thighs, held far apart by the position of Bobby's knees between them. Then suddenly the young boy gave another violent jerk and the silken little garment tore with a loud ripping sound, leaving her completely naked below the waist, still as helplessly pinned down as if she'd been strapped to a torturer's rack.
Barbara's entire half-naked body was tightened with fear and lust as Bobby Lane arched his body up slightly and gazed down at he naked belly and defenseless loins. She felt completely stretched apart by the wide-set position of his knees. There was nothing she could do to defend herself and she knew she was going to really be raped this time, not just a kind of half make-belief game she'd played with Greg the time before. And yet in spite of all her horror and indignation, she derived a certain secret enjoyment from her knowledge that she couldn't get away if she tried, and she was unable to quell a low moan of masochistic anticipation as Bobby reached down to unbuckle and unzip his Levi's, jerking them almost violently down off his hips so that the full man-sized erection of his already rock-hard penis sprang suddenly to freedom.
He took his thick cock in his hand, stroking the foreskin up and down several times over the purplish swollen cock-head in an intentionally vulgar gesture.
"No, please don't do it," Barbara whimpered as much out of duty to her own self-respect as anything else. Her sheer helplessness was exciting her beyond anything she'd ever known in her life and her pussy juices were flowing freely in anticipation of the initial contact of this rock-hard shaft of cock-flesh poised just inches away from her defenselessly quivering vaginal lips.
Then without further hesitation Bobby used his knees to spread her thighs out even farther on the sleeping bag, at the same time levering up onto her body to guide the pulsing head of his cock straight up into the soft hair-lined furrow of the entrance of her cunt. For a moment he held his menacing cock poised there, the sheer masculine fury that seemed to emit from his hot rod of flesh causing Barbara's whole body to shudder from the inherent threat of pain and promise of incomparable joy.
Then he took a deep breath and rammed forward.
"Aaggghhhhh!" the pinioned blonde cried out from the increase of pressure. She squirmed her buttocks fearfully down into the softness of the bag in retreat, but the excited teenager showed her no mercy, thrusting again and again until the knob-like head of his throbbing cock was wedged right between the burning lips of her cunt, and his prodigious instrument began to worm itself slowly up inside her warmly spasming vagina. His thick male cudgel pushed the soft inner tissues aside like flimsy veils, skewering relentlessly deeper and deeper until with a sudden lurch, Barbara felt it slam against her cervix and the boy's sperm-swollen balls slapped heavily down into the wide-stretched crack of her ass.
"Ooh! Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried out, realizing the initial penetration was finally completed. She had only once in her life taken a man's penis inside her pussy, and the little orifice was still virginally tight, the warm walls of her secret flesh closing like a glove around his flexing cock so that she could feel every ridge and ripple of it. And though it did not hurt nearly as much now as it had the first time, the pain was an ever compelling presence, tempering, balancing, or even augmenting the little flutters of compensatory pleasure that darted out through her loins as Bobby began quickly to move.
"Oh easy!" Barbara gasped, her body again going limp as she felt his rigid male hardness start to piston rhythmically in and out of her still unaccustomed vaginal opening. But the worst of the pain was past now and her legs had begun a gentle spontaneous scissoring open and closed around the teenager's impaling shaft of flesh. Her body was beginning to come to life. She'd completely ceased to struggle or resist and though she knew what she was doing could only lead to her damnation, she could no longer help herself. She was being fucked. She was being fucked again, and that, she now realized, was exactly what she'd been waiting for ever since that first night Greg had taken her.
Lewd flames of desire were coursing through Barbara's veins as she began a slow undulating movement of her buttocks on the sleeping bag. She became aware belatedly that Bobby had released his grip on her wrists, and she felt his hands moving down beneath her body to clasp her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks, guiding her movements as he quickened the tempo of his own now violently racking thrusts. Mewls of animalistic acceptance issued in torrents from her lips and her lovely face contorted with passion as again the young boy dropped his lips to hers, kissing her brutally on the mouth, his tongue searching inside her mouth as though it would reach all the way to her throat.
"Oh yes, God, yes Bobby. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Barbara pleaded in unrestrained submission as the boy again raised his head up to look down and observe the final surrender mirrored in her face. One of his hands reached up between her thighs from behind to fondle at the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt milking hungrily at his rampaging cock. Her vagina was flowering open, the soft inner walls clasping and spasming with glove-like insistence as though she wanted to swallow his plunging cock all the way to her stomach.
Then suddenly Bobby quickened the tempo of his shattering lunges, racking her body with the intensity of his skewering thrusts. He slipped his hands down behind her knees, lifting up to jackknife them almost to her shoulders so that the naked plane of her vagina was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his rigid cock deep up into her quivering inner cunt.
"Oh! Ooooooh," Barbara wailed beneath him. He was pounding her mercilessly with his body, his hands searching and tearing hungrily at her softly perspiring flesh, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of her shoulders and the tingling nipples of her breasts as he moved into a staccato rhythm that almost caused her mind to go blank. She panted and writhed as his cock continued to skewer into her like a ravaging animal, hurting her even with all the pleasure it gave, causing her skin to tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her flailing head. It was like a dream, a heavenly nightmare. It was something she'd never known in her life, this mind blurring ecstasy washing in waves out from her ravished loins. Then, in a brief moment of delirious illumination, she realized what it was that was actually taking place.
She was cumming. She was deriving an orgasm from this cruel and brutal rape of her supple young flesh, and as she continued to jerk and buck against the savagely fucking teenager she felt his cock grow huge and began suddenly to pump his hot thick sperm far up into her quivering belly. The great searing droplets splattered into her in a seemingly endless torrent, mixing with the fluids of her own freely flowing orgasm deep inside her as the surreal sensations continued to course maddeningly over her flesh.
Then at last her legs went limp, twitching convulsively as she lay them back down to the sleeping bag. Her heart was still pounding frenziedly and for the first few moments she hardly even knew where she was. She lay moaning in an ecstasy of satisfaction, her whole body still jerking in gentle little spasms.
Then Bobby withdrew his now flaccid penis, and she suddenly opened her eyes, tears filling them as she realized the seriousness of what had just happened.
He had raped her, really raped her, but she had loved it.. . she had loved every minute of it!