Chapter 4

She was waiting in Manford's room when he walked in. He had been told she'd be there, but he was surprised anyway because she had taken a shower and hadn't bothered getting dressed again. She was stark-staring naked. What was more, she insisted he undress before he come near her.

Rachel wasn't sure of what to really do, but her mind was filled with pictures, and so she understood what she had to try to do. She had to pretend she had some experience, and she did.

"Jeez!" Manford said, looking at her, squinting without his glasses as he shed the last of his clothing. "You're really somethin' nice to look at, Rachel. Paw told me you was willin' fer this. You sure?"

"Only cause it's you, Manford," she replied. "Sooner or later ah gotta lose mah cherry, anyway, so ah might as well give it to you."

He stared at her, at her small, budding breasts, her white belly, her slender body, and he decided she had the body of a woman athlete in spite of her youth. But then, in girls' gym, she was pretty good on those parallel bars. He knew, because he and the guys used to sneak a look into the girls' gym and watch.

She came toward him then, walking a bit uncertainly, smiling, letting him know she was new to all this in spite of the false confidence she was attempting to convey.

"Come on, Manford," she said, looking at his slender form, but especially at his long, thin cock. It was almost as long as her dad's when he got up in the morning and had to take a leak. But it wasn't nearly as thick, and she figured it was skinny enough so it wouldn't hurt her too much this first time. "Let's you and I do it, huh?"

She didn't have to say any more. Her arms moved uncertainly around his neck and she kissed him timidly, remembering in what she read that kissing was an important part of it all. Surprisingly, it was her first real kiss, and it was Manford's also. She took him off-balance, and he fell back onto the bed where she lay on top of him, pinning him. Her body radiated lots of heat as she writhed against him, drawing the bland-faced youth into a straining, wriggling embrace. Though neither was too aware of how to use their tongues, they managed, making it look like an oral wrestling match more than anything else. It was a long, long kiss.

From that point on it was a pretty wild experience for the two of them. It wasn't that things were happening quickly, because they didn't-at least not in the beginning. Rachel took her sweet time about everything, not really knowing what to do, but following the instructions she had read in one of the books in the library of Luke Kelly. Too, she remembered how Zeke Weiss's hands and traveled over her mother's body, arousing the woman, and she felt that a woman was probably equally as capable of arousing a man the same way. Straining her memory, she did it all slowly, seeming to swarm all over the youth, oozing over his body like honey. Her mouth and hands literally worshipped every last little bit of him as she touched him, familiarizing herself with the male anatomy, firsthand. She remembered reading how she was to continue complimenting him, and so she told him how firm his body was, how strong his muscles felt, and how masculine he was. Then she moved her face to his quivering ramrod. Rachel had never touched a penis before, but she had seen pictures of women fondling and kissing cocks, and she knew this was what she was expected to do. This was the only way she would be able to get her mother and sisters free of her father. So she stared at his penis, and though she knew it was a lot thinner than either her father's' or Zeke Weiss's, she let loose with a flood of verbal adoration that was overwhelming.

"Ooooooh, Manford," she said to him. It's so magnificent, so wonderful, so big. Wow! I've never seen anything like it."

"Aww, it's not so big," the boy insisted.

"It's marvelous, I have to . . . ummmmm . . . " her lips were gently pecking tiny nibbling kisses all over the penile head as her fingertips continued fondling the stem and the arching length of it. "It's so long.. . so gorgeous . . . so nicely shaped . . . geez. . . it's so hot, and the skin has such nice texture.. . . "

The boy worried about the aroma being emitted from his penis. He knew she had taken a shower for him, but he hadn't had a chance to take one, himself. But it was obvious that Rachel wasn't the least bit disturbed by the aroma his penis was emitting.

The truth was, Rachel had no idea how a penis ought to smell. The boy kept himself reasonably clean, and after smelling the horrid odors on the bodies of the various men she knew had touched her mother, Rachel thought the muskily scented penis before her was a godsend. She was ecstatic because it was so far superior in scent and cleanliness to that of those horrid men who had vented their lusts on her mother.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh Manford, what you have here is granite all wrapped up in doeskin. It's so proud, so handsome , so powerful-looking.. . . "

She was down on her knees in front of him now, pulling him to the edge of the bed while she was on the floor. Rachel got herself used to the penis by alternately licking it and fondling it, saying words of praise. Her hands became accustomed to his testicles, fondling them, stroking his upper thighs, his flat buttocks, and even his knees. She playfully sucked on the pink head, tasting the musky fluid it emitted, licking it again and again, quickly acquiring a taste for it. Her hands continued roaming all over his shuddering body, and she found herself stroking his belly, pinching it, kneading it, stroking it as she nuzzled his pulsing penis, enjoying the warmth it emitted.

Rachel took a long, long time, letting herself get more and more used to the penis. It was Manford who finally pulled her to her feet and suggested they both lay on the bed and become more familiar with one another's personal parts.

Rachel was afraid to let him touch her just yet. Not that she was going to back out of this. No way! She had given her word to his father, and she know the father would keep his word and take her mother and sisters away from here. She had known better than to ask the man to include her in the package deal. After all, it was obvious he was lusting after her himself, and as a result had let her know of his desire for her. She was certain he would take her once or twice, and then forget about her, but until he had done so, she had to stay around. Besides, her being around would give her father an opportunity to use her in place of her mother, and as a result keep him from going after the poor woman.

"Don't touch me just yet," Rachel said, speaking her hot-breathed remarks directly to his organ. "I'm as new at this as you are, and I feel funny about anyone touching me there, just yet. I mean, I sort of need to be warmed up slowly, and by my making love to you this way, the heat's getting to me, and soon enough you'll get to me. So for now, just let me go on tasting you like this, huh?"

She was nervous as all get-out, not really knowing what to do, letting herself be guided by what she had seen and read in the past hour-teaching a boy even less knowledgeable than herself. The blind leading the blind. But she had to do this. Aside from helping her mother and sisters, she knew her father was going to take advantage of her once her mother wasn't in the house. In fact, she had planned to sacrifice herself to help her mother escape from her father's cruelty. Her father wouldn't be gentle about it, not at all. So this first time had to be something special for her, even if she was the one supposedly leading the way.

She made the boy feel as if he were getting something for nothing. Boy! He was a few years older than she, yet she felt as if she were the more mature party. Still, it was better this way, because if she had allowed him to bumblingly take control, it might have all turned into a disaster.

Little by little her attentions to his genital area became less sensitive and fluttery to the youth. As she became more confident of herself, Rachel talked less and concentrated more on tugging on his penis and sucking the head between her lips, and that, very delicately.

She had read, while in the room downstairs, that an inexperienced youth was always prone to premature ejaculation, and a woman would be able to spot that by the throbbing in his urethra, the long tube in the underside of the penis. So she kept her fingertips pressed to it as she sucked, and as he became accustomed to her lips, the pulsations decreased until she was certain he wasn't in any real danger of coming. The boy had been just as afraid as she of climaxing too quickly, and when he felt his balls relax a little, he breathed all the more easily.

Rachel began gauging the strength of her oral caresses, purposely keeping them below the level of intensity, aware that with a boy like Manford, she was able to enjoy the luxury of proceeding at her own pace. With her father, things would be different. The result was that his youthful cock seemed to stretch and grow that much longer, and it even seemed to thicken a little more, letting her know that she was a lot better at this than she had initially believed. Even so, the twitching of the penis let her know she had him on the edge of all times, and it made her feel good to think Manford thought so much of her that he would lose control at almost any moment.

Even Manford found it difficult to believe how long it was taking him to reach the boiling point considering how gorgeous and sexy Rachel looked. He knew she had never done anything with another boy, and it had never occurred to him that his father had hired her especially for him. He sincerely believed she felt about him as he did about her. She did, but would not have given herself so readily to him under other circumstances.

He stared at the way she licked his penis, but after a while he realized it at all. Her hand was gripping the stanchion and her mouth was lavishing sucking kisses all over the tip, though now and again she would take her hand away and let her tongue run up and down the length of the underside to taunt the sensitive urethra. Little by little she was using her lips more, pushing them lower and lower each time she sucked the knob of his penis between them. Her mouth sank deeper, and she tugged on more of the phallic prod until her ringed lips were halfway down. Each time her sucking mouth dipped, it sank a little lower, and she pulled a bit more solidly on the phallic stick. Soon the penile head was butting against her throat, and she knew she would gag if he shoved the tip any further inside. Still, she was the one controlling it all, and so she was careful, with her thumb and forefinger ringing the base while her lovely tugging lips pulled and sucked with steaming regularity, building the senses in him that much more strongly.

Remembering at all times to do the different things about which she had read, the lovely brown-haired girl continued massaging his testicles with her free hand, letting the middle finger reach out and rub into the crack between his ass. She was glad he wasn't sweaty down there, and it gave her the courage to touch the pucker of his asshole. She didn't poke her finger inside as the book had suggested, but simply pressed against the tip.

As far as Manford was concerned, everything she was doing was great, but she never did any one thing long enough. Her hands and mouth kept shifting around, never bearing down with enough sufficiency to start him on the long, giddily delightful climb toward orgasm.

He remained seated on the corner of the bed as she returned to her knees on the floor in front of him. When his body began trembling, she was afraid he might be losing control of himself. Was she doomed to having him shoot in her mouth without enjoying some of this, herself?

Remembering what she had read in one of the books, she slowly rose, literally lifting his buttocks with her as she continued sucking on his penis. Then, little by little, she edge sideways until she was able to knee her way onto the bed. One of her knees raised itself and came down on the other side of his head. She had to make him understand that she needed some pleasing, too.

According to what she had read, this was called sixty-nine. The reason for such a name was obvious.

Her own bashful vagina was hot and leaking fluids, and it hovered directly over his handsome, youthful face. He peered up and saw the rich pink of her virginal cut. To the boy, it looked like something apart from Rachel, something independently alive, with a mind, and an eye, and a nervous system all its own. It seemed to writhe and change shape as it squirmed over him, as if it was smacking its lips in anticipation of tasting his tongue.

Rachel hunched forward, her mouth once again returning to the good-looking boy's pulsing cock. She pressed her body lower, allowing her budding breasts to slowly push against his lower belly as she moved her cunt back and forth above his staring eyes. She had no idea what it was like to feel a tongue or a mouth against her vagina, but this was what the book said had to be done. Obviously the women to whom this was done didn't find it an unhappy experience, so she assumed it was something she might like, too. But she wondered if, like sucking a penis, having her cunt licked was a taste she would have to acquire.

Manford raised his head the littlest bit and brought his nose into direct contact with the coral-pink, glistening, delightfully undulant petals of luscious pulpy flesh. Her cuntlips automatically opened to receive his tongue and mouth, revealing the entire interior of her virginal crevice, from the narrow little hole where his nose seemed to comfortably fit inside, to the reaching, quivering, extended stem of quaking tissue that seemingly drew his tongue as if it were a flesh magnet. When he pressed the tip of his tongue against the button-like head of the clitoris, as if ringing a bell inside her, he was surprised to feel her vertically smiling cunt open up and then close around his face, fastening itself to him from earlobe to earlobe, chin to eyebrows, pulling on his face like some starving shellfish, surging and sucking more powerfully than her mouth was doing around the pole of his pulsing penis. She seemed to be pulling on his face as if trying to tug his head into the narrowness of her pussy.

What followed was even more fantastic to Manford. His tongue swirled around the palpitating clitoris again and again, then, following Rachel's example of doing more than one thing, he shifted his lingual digit's attack, sending the tongue thrusting its way deep into the simmering center of her cuntal canal. As a result, that fantastic hollow seemed to close in on itself and tighten so constrictingly he was almost unable to pull his tongue out of her.

Meanwhile, Rachel, feeling the wonders of what his mouth was doing to her never-before-breached cunt, continued her worship of his penis with her mouth. She saw the way his testicles seemed to assert their independence, bouncing in their scrotal container, so that when he had finished a second round of sucking her tantalizing little clitoral bud, his hands grabbed her snug ass moons and pulled them apart so he was able to wrench his head free from the interior of her dripping pussy.

"Too much!" he was gasping. 'Too much! You keep this up and I'm agonna come, Rachel-honey."

Remembering other things she had read, Rachel, in a virtual blur of flashing limbs, whirled around so that she was sitting astride his groin, staring down at his face, wet with her cunt juices. Her hot cunt lay against the underside of his cock, forcing it to lay against his belly, and the lips of her dribbling pussy pulled at the flesh of his scrotum, as if trying hard to yank his entire genital area into her. She slid her cunt back and forth, letting the lips slurp up and down and steely length of his cock while also washing over his testicles with repeated salacity.

"Come on, Manford," she whispered, terrified, realizing the time had come for her to deflower herself. "Let's really do it!"

The boy was almost dumbstruck because of the speed she had used to turn herself around. He ached to stab his cock into her steaming feminine orifice, and tugging his hips down, he slammed them up a half-dozen times in the hope of ramming his tip into her narrow little pandiculation. All the while she rotated and swizzled her entire lower torso around and around. As a result, the penile tip missed her opening every time, and her vaginal muscle rings, like the coils of a snake, contracted tightly around the base of the handsome youth's throbbing penis, massaging the staff like some affectionate anaconda embracing an upright cobra. His balls pressed against her perineum, sending wild shudders vibrantly charging through him.

Little by little the seething sperm which had almost reached the point of no-return, settled back. The boy began breathing easier, reaching out and letting his hands caress the smallness of her two growing breasts.

"Wow!" he gasped. "For a second I thought I was gonna come too fast."

"You're doing just fine," she complimented, still not sure of herself and therefore unaware how good or bad things seemed to progress.

"Wanna go back to sucking?" he asked.

"Hey, everything in good time," Rachel told him, sounding as if she were all-knowing, as if she had done this all her life.

Grinning at the youth, she snapped her tantalizing pussy forward and back a number of times, applying strong friction to the underside of his masculine room, sending flames of lust shooting through the youth. Her body rubbed more and more firmly against him.

"Well, you name it, Rachel-honey," Manford told her. "We'll do it!"

"Well, let's kind of take it slow and easy and try eventually fitting you inside me," she said.

"Hey, I know you ain't never done this with no one afore. Ah'm told it kin hurt quite a bit the first time."

"Well, we'll make it so good, we'll never even feel the hurt," she insisted.

Bending forward, she kissed him smack on the mouth, enjoying the taste of his lips and tongue. Then she straightened up and began moving around and around on him, lifting and lowering her lovely asscheeks, bouncing and jouncing all over him, rubbing her cunt lips against his prick again and again, pressing on his testicles, forcing them to tighten and draw up into his groin.

His hands rubbed against her small nipples, and while the boy continued twisting, pulling, and tugging on her nipples, she kissed his ear, whispering to him, telling him how wonderful he was, and how well he was hung, letting him hear all the things a man wants to hear. Her whispers told him how she was feeling, and as a result she felt wild desire buck and shudder in the interior of her spasming womanly chute.

"Tsure have one long cock, Manford," she told him. The books she had read had given her the various names for the different parts of the male and female body, though she had known most of them for years since her father had never been one to keep his mouth closed around the house, always calling her a future cocksucker, and her brothers future cuntlappers and pussyeaters. "It's kinda like one of them there smoke stacks ah see from the elecrical power company building," she went on. "One of them there fat-bulged things kinda like you see on the old woodburning locomotives-with sparks shootin' out and all. Ooooooooh! Ah kin hadly wait fer you to drive that there big engine all the way inside me. When ah squeezed it with mah hands afore, it kinda felt like an old burning roast with a big fat bone right down the middle, fresh outta the oven and pipin' hot, all juicy and rarin' to be worked on. Geez! Even now ah can feel it throbbin' under mah cunt. Ah kin feel every little bulge and contour, the head hittin' against my ass-cheeks."

She lifted herself up then, and somehow the tip of his penis managed to snag the tiny little opening of her vagina. She rotated herself around on it, and slowly began sinking. The rod might have been thinner than others she had seen, but it was still a lot thicker than she was, internally. As a result, she gasped as the penile head widened her narrow stricture. Slowly she sank lower, feeling agony cut through her as her tunnel widened more and more. Rachel gasped then, feeling the head press against her membrane. Jesus! It sure hurt! But she was determined to get this thing done with Manford. If she had to leave it up to her paw, she knew damn well he would rip the damn thing out so that she might bleed to death, after.

She forced herself lower, feeling the head of his hard cock tear through her virginal membrane. The ripping caused even more agony, yet she shudderingly forced the pain to the back of her mind as she kept pushing herself lower. One last shove, and all of him was inside her. The lips of her cunt were bloodily kissing the base of his throbbing cock, and painful as it felt, she forced herself to rotate around the penis again and again, widening her clutching tunnel so that the throbbing prick would fit comfortably inside her.

Little by little the pain began slowly fading, and in its place was a sensation more wondrous than anything she had ever imagined. No wonder her mother had reacted crazily to Zeke Weiss's cock thrusting in and out, in spite of the fact that the woman detested Zeke.

"Y' know," she gasped. "Yer so long, why it feels like the head of yer cock is clear up between mah lungs. Ah swear, ah'm crammed so fulla you, when you come it's gonna hit the roof of mah mouth and ah'm gonna be spittin' seed. Jesus! When you come, ah'm gonna come. Instead of blastin' through the ceilin', ah'm gonna clamp mahself so tight around your blunderbuss, ah'll just blow up."

Having run out of words for the moment, she gave him an idea of the capabilities of her cunt, letting herself discover her muscular control, as well. She clenched her labia and walls tightly around his throbbing poker until the both of them believed they had become fused solidly together-flesh melted into flesh like a candle plunged into a vat of hot wax.

"Ogooooh woww!" the youth gasped, digging his heels into the bed for leverage and lifting her high with the force of his hips.

"Unnnnh! Good! Wonderful! More, Manford, more!" she begged. "Ah'm feelin' things like I ain't never felt before. You got me right on the ragged edge of somethin', and ah'd sure like to know what it takes to turn on that hose of yours. Fer a guy who thought he was gonna shoot too fast, yer holdin' back nicely. It's kinda like you're whippin' me to death from the inside, and ah love it, ah love it!"

She was hotter than the biggest cannon cracker she had ever seen, her mind trying to remember more of the things she'd read so that her cuntal satchel would be able to perform even more ably around the hard length of cock. She knew the boy loved what he was feeling every bit as much as she loved it now that the pain was gone. But she was smart enough to understand that her continual flattery was helping an awful lot, too. He knew this was her first time, and the fact that she felt so good and let him know it made the youth feel exceptionally good about it all. Had she been some kind of experienced whore, her cooings and gushing would have been thought by him to be a boatload of crap. He knew damn well that experience women had handled many men who were far better than he was. But being with this former virgin, a girl who had always meant a little more to him than most of the others at school, a girl who only spoke sincerely, the youth felt that much better for pronging her. God! This was wild! He had never suspected before he had come home earlier that she would be waiting for him here, in his room, all naked and showered. He was smart enough to know his pa must have had a hand in this, and he was grateful to the old man for picking on Rachel rather than some tart who didn't appeal to him.

Wow! For a girl who had never done this sort of thing before, she was really one wild chick. He looked down along his body to where his hips flapped themselves up into her fulcrum, seeing her sparse brown hairs mingling with the heavy black jungle on his own pelvis, and he felt himself to be a king. God! This was what fucking was like, and when it was with someone special, well, that was all that really mattered. It felt too good to be true.

He felt as if he were going totally out of his mind. Rachel was sitting upright, her small breasts bouncing. He noticed that small as they were, almost flat like hubcaps against her body, they were wider than breasts he had seen on other girls who had willingly let him cop a feel now and then. When they did enlarge, she would have really big boobs. He reached out and pressed his palms against them, feeling the wonderful electrical current shooting through him as he massaged her nipples. The lightning charged down his arms, through his shoulders, and up into his brain. His cock felt as if it were the Washington Monument at this moment, convulsing in the narrow strait of her taut pussy, a pussy he had wanted far more than he had realized until he had finally gotten it.

Now the thrills began multiplying and the not-unexpected began to take place. The double boilers contained in his scrotum finally overflowed, pouring their contents through the tubes toward his prostate. There, the sperm mingled with the white porridge, and the flow began ascending through the length of his shuddering cock, a timeless ecstatic agony that seemed to draw his primordial consciousness along with it.. .up.. . up.. . endlessly up to the throbbing center of hyper-compacted wall, where Rachel's deepest, most formidable inner flames were cemented to his penile knob much like electrons around a nucleus.

He was getting there, all right, and it was going to be a climax far superior to anything he had enjoyed when whacking off. It was kind of like finding himself naked in the middle of a hurricane on top of the highest mountain in the world. Either that, or it might be like this to be embalmed.

"AAAAA IIIIIYYYYYY WWWWW FFFF HHHHH AAA RRRGGGGH-HH-HHU-UNNNGG HHHH AAAA UUUWWWWAAA GGGHHHHH RRRGGGGG HHHHAAA GGG-GHHH!" he bellowed as sperm coursed from his young body into that of Rachel.

He knew he was firing heated semen, but the feeling was that of ice water coming out of him, and electricity charged through every one of his pores. He was stingingly, yet painlessly petrified so that he lay there, his body arched upward, his flat ass clear of the mattress, his mind going totally numb as he watched Rachel's pale form writhe and wriggle like some poor misshapen worm on the end of his up-thrust fish hook.

Like a funneled column of twisting air in a hundred-mile-an-hour windstorm, her lovely torso lunged and jerked and writhed in every direction, leaning his way and then, moving too quickly for his blurred eyes to follow. Yet always she seemed to remain rooted as if growing directly from the unmoving holocaust within, where their loins met and merged-ground zero of the most amazing orgasmic explosion the young man had ever experienced.

Now it was Rachel's turn. Her writhing body refused to remain still, a sinuously winding delight that squirmed this way and that as she bounced wildly up and down, intent on reaching her peak before the youth beneath her softened and the feelings building within her were lost once and for all.

She rode insanely, her body bouncing and flouncing as her cunt sucked so tightly on his throbbing whang, it prevented the blood from retreating from his inner sacs. Rachel's mouth was dry, and it was impossible for her to say more. All she was capable of was a series of dry gasps as she bounced over and over again.

Her orgasm was a silent one because her throat hurt her so much, and to yell would have made it even more raw. She slammed her body solidly against that of the youth, feeling sizzling lust blast through her body and seemingly shoot out of her through her extremities. She bounced and bounced and bounced again, unable to control herself.

Finally it ended. Finally she simply fell forward and lay on top of the handsome youth, aware she was no longer a prim little virgin. But then, in this county of Arkansas, she was probably the record holder for keeping her virginity. Most girls lost their cherries to their fathers, their uncles, or their brothers by the time they were about ten or eleven. She had kept hers far longer.

She rolled off Manford and lay beside him, panting heavily for quite a while. Then she rose, went nakedly out into the hall to the bathroom where he indulged herself in one more long shower. In Shanty Town, where she lived, there were no showers, and it was impossible to take a bath in privacy.

Afterward, she dressed and went to leave. She was intercepted by Luke Kelly, who wanted to slip her some money.

"No," she told him. "Ah ain't no whore. Ah don't care whatcha say. You just keep yer promise 'bout mah maw and mah two sisters."

He assured her he would, and she turned and left.