Chapter 2

"Hot, isn't it?" Nick said, and shut the door.

Maybelle sat up as if she had been goosed. The titty flesh that oozed over her bra quivered. Her breasts fattened against the cups, as if they might burst through.

"You g-get out of here!" the shocked girl exclaimed, her cheeks reddening, and she extended an arm in front of her breasts while pressing her other hand against her panty-covered loins. Her magazine tumbled to the floor, lying open to a sexy illustration.

Nick's grin clung as his eyes flicked from the nearly naked live girl to the equally under-clad girl in the picture, who was attempting to fend off a rapacious male.

"Hot -reading for a hot day, hmm?" he commented.

"I said, get out!" Maybelle shrilled. "I'll scream!"

Nick held up a key on his ring. "This says I have a right to be here-as much right as you, since we're both guests of the tenant."

Maybelle had met Nick after she had caught him screwing her sister, and Arlene had made clear that he was the new light of her life. But Maybelle was surprised to learn she had given him a key to the apartment, particularly when Maybelle was staying there.

"What do you want?" she demanded hotly. "Arlene's not at home."

"I know that, honey," Nick said, standing next to the sofa and gazing down at her, his eyes dipping into the deep cleavage between her tits.

"Well?"

"You look cute in your undies."

Maybelle was shamefully embarrassed-and angry besides. "Will you at least turn the other way," she demanded, her cheeks flaming, "so I can go into the bedroom and put some clothes on?"

"I don't want you to put clothes on. I'd rather have you take off the ones you've got."

"You're filthy! Wait until I tell Arlene."

"You aren't going to tell anyone," Nick said, and dropped to the edge of the sofa, wrapping his arms around her.

Maybelle was bewildered. She wanted to scream and beat at the awful man, but she was afraid of what would happen if she were to make a fuss. The police would come, and there would be publicity, and her Uncle Hobart might find out.

"Pleeeease . . . !" she moaned helplessly, and tried to writhe free of Nick. But he was clutching her so firmly that she couldn't escape. Her breasts rolled in her bra against his chest, which firmed her nipples, while a bare thigh skidded against his legs as it extended across them.

The way Maybelle was sprawled, as she tried to struggle off the sofa, exposed her scantily covered crotch. Nick's eyes stroked the narrow strip of flesh-toned panty, appreciating the tiny black hairs that curled into view along its edges.

Maybelle gave a desperate lunge, trying to slide across the man's lap. This proved impossible, and her leg felt something which added to her distress: A hard column in the left leg of Nick's trousers!

"Noooooh!" she bawled. "Ooooh, God! Pleease! Let me gooooh!"

"Say, what's the matter with you?" Nick asked, laughing as he held her all the tighter. "You were reading sexy stuff. Why not live some of it?"

"NOOOOOOH!" she moaned, even louder than before. "I'M A. . . A. . . VIRGIN!"

Nick's prick throbbed powerfully in his pants, and Maybelle felt the response against her leg. She lost hope.

I stayed good until I was twenty! she thought, as if she were composing her own obituary. Then I couldn't help it! I was RAPED!

Nick's hot eyes admired her jiggly titflesh as he held her snugly against him. She was much more attractive than her sister, he thought, her plump curves combining baby fat with firmness to create a quivery effect that was maddening. Her cheeks had a baby look, also, and her mouth was lush and soft. But her eyes-God, those dark eyes might have belonged to Cleopatra! Her wavy hair was black as a crow's wing-marvelously enticing against her fair skin!

Nick unhooked her brassiere.

A new shock went through Maybelle when she felt her bra cups sag. The man drew back suddenly, yanking the ribbons of her bra off her shoulders and down her arms while she tumbled backward. Her bare tits leaped and quivered as she landed on her back on the sofa.

"God, they're beauties!"

"Ooooooh, noooooh . . . please . . . !" Maybelle clutched her breasts to conceal them and squirmed shamefully, pushing with her body against Nick's hands that held her down.

His fingers suddenly hooked around the elastic at the top of her panties, and he stripped her briefs inside out as he pulled the clingy garment out from under her bottom and along her thighs.

Maybelle kicked desperately, letting go of her breasts to grapple with Nick. Her full tits bobbed and jiggled like mounds of Jell-o with small cherries at their crests. Her silk pants were stretched between her churning knees, and the black, thick hair that bordered her slit was a powerful attraction.

Nick curled a hand around the center of her briefs, which he found excitingly damp, and he pulled fiercely, ripping the pants off her. He sent them winging across the room, and they hooked on a lampshade to dangle obscenely.

He grasped her knees, wrenching them wide apart, Maybelle became motionless, paralyzed by hot shame, as the man stared at her defenseless cunt. Raggedy little lips protruded slightly from her thick forest of black hairs. Her clit quite obviously was erect. Moisture glistened along the soft slit where her exposed inner labia met.

Nick pushed her legs back, spreading them even wider apart, and he stared at her small, puckered anus which had tiny black ringlets around it.

"Ooooooooh!" Maybelle shuddered, wanting to die.

Nick let her legs drop to the sofa, and he stood. Her wide eyes took in the hump at the front of his trousers.

"You're of age," he said as he stripped off his jacket, "and nobody will ever believe I raped you, since I'm a friend of your sister and all. She'll stand up for me-don't think she won't." He began unbuttoning his shirt.

"No . . . no . . . you can't do it!" Maybelle panted, cowering before him. She was trying to keep her breasts and pubes covered with her arms as she held her thighs together.

"I'm going to do it!" Nick firmly announced. "And you'll dig it, baby! That I promise you." He tossed his shirt aside.

Maybelle mentally fought with the same shameful impulses which had made her spy on Nick and Arlene, then had caused her to diddle herself in the hallway . . . the same wicked element of her nature which had made her dream about getting fucked and had led her to read scandalous stories. She shut her eyes while her flesh throbbed hotly.

I'm going to get it! she thought. Oh God, I'm going to get fucked at last!

She felt the sofa depress as Nick knelt on the edge of it. Something hard and heavy whomped her thigh, and her eyes popped open.

She could scarcely believe how long and awesome Nick's prick was as it stuck out and upward from his bushy loins, the bluish knob of it bare and shaped like a mushroom, the shaft ringed with blue veins that stood out. His balls were big and brownish, hanging from the base of his rod, with long hairs curling around them.

His cock terrified her.

I can't take that inside me! she thought. It will tear me apart!

She let out an anguished cry, and the sheer need for self-preservation caused her to struggle wildly against Nick's hands and the advancing pressure of his body. But it was too late to save herself, she realized, as he wallowed heavily atop her, his cock sandwiched upward between their bellies. It felt like a warm-bar of iron.

"Nooooh!" she pleaded. "Oooooh God, don't doooo it to me!"

Nick sealed his mouth to her succulent lips, his tongue spearing wetly between her teeth and into her mouth. Maybelle's senses swirled.

Nick arched himself enough to get his hands on her breasts, then pushed higher, breaking their kiss as he leaned on his elbows. He watched his powerful hands squeeze and wiggle her full, springy tits, rubbing the pliant mounds against each other. Her ruby nipples surged high, the pebbled disks around them swelling also.

Her breasts pulsated as never before. She shut her eyes and let her head loll, her moist lips parted.

Hot thrills streamed through her when she felt Nick's wet tongue swipe her nipples, bending the rubbery little protrusions. He clamped one of the throbbing buds between his lips and tugged at it.

"Oooooooh!" she moaned, squirming.

She felt abused as well as excited. How dare a strange man treat her this way? It was as if she were one of those girls that did it for money.

Nick rubbed her soft tits back and forth across his face, licking and sucking at her hot nipples. She felt his prick twitch against her belly.

Pretty soon he's going to drive that big rod into me! she thought. Oh, I won't be able to take it!

She resumed struggling, but it was a hopeless gesture. Her only salvation would have been to scream her lungs out, but she was more afraid of the scandal that would result than of the brutal penetration of her body which Nick was about to perform. Reason argued against her fear of the physical act-Arlene could take Nick's cock into her vagina, and it didn't hurt her.

He backed up, giving Maybelle's breasts a swiping stroke which compressed them, then let them leap free, jiggling wildly. Her nipples felt as if they would burst.

Nick looked down as he clutched his cock and rubbed its spongy head along the girl's oozing fissure. He picked up some of her moisture and added the clean, viscous dribbling from his own slit. The combination glazed his cockhead thoroughly.

He continued rubbing Maybelle's soft pussy up and down as he exerted greater pressure, parting her wet cuntal lips.

"NOOOOH!" she exclaimed, when she felt the shallow entry stretch her cunt open.

Nick paid no attention to her protest and probed a bit more deeply, finding the inner orifice of her channel. It felt to Maybelle as if a Mack truck were trying to enter her little tunnel-which wasn't even a tunnel yet, but only the mouth of one- and she recoiled, sinking her hips more deeply into the sofa. She whined fearfully.

Still manipulating his thrusting organ by hand, Nick ground its blunt snout against her shielded passage. The elastic flesh of her orifice stretched, as did her tender hymen, causing discomfort. Maybelle's fear of a greater hurt heightened, and she cried out.

When Nick had enough of his cockhead inside her to ensure a straight, clean thrust into the center of her belly, he drove his hips powerfully forward. The girl's maidenhead popped, causing a single flash of pain, then he was throbbing deep inside her, expanding her cunt around his thick rod.

"OOOOOH!" she said, her mouth and eyes wide open.

Nick began to withdraw and thrust, pumping his meaty hardness in and out of her previously un-penetrated pussy, and he felt the thrill that comes only to a man who is first to enter a nubile female. That was true conquest, worth risking a lot for. Nick felt he was risking little.

Maybelle was dismayed to feel his cylindrical hardness stroking up and down inside her. It didn't hurt. There was only a slight tenderness around her cunt's mouth. She didn't feel any pleasure, either-just fullness, and the strange sensation of being possessed, which offended her, because the possession was uninvited.

She writhed, the dark waves of her hair falling across her soft cheeks.

I'm being fucked, she thought in amazement, by this . . . this bum!

She pushed at him, but that did no good. His chest was hard as rock-just like his driving prick -and he pressed down against her while his hips worked tirelessly, pumping and grinding.

Gradually Maybelle felt the awakening of pleasure, not just in the bunched nerves of her clitoris, as when she played with herself, but all the way up her passage, which Nick was rippling with his knob-ended organ. She could feel the veins on his cock, as well as the horny ridge around its head, and they were starting to do wild things to her.

She shut her eyes and breathed more heatedly through parted lips. Her hands no longer made a pretense of pushing Nick away. She continued to detest him, but she wasn't afraid any longer. It had been so silly to think he could hurt her with his prick!

Her moist, soft pussy clasped him thrillingly, and the man's blood pounded in his veins. His cock throbbed inside her as he stroked.

"Aaaw, baby, you're great!" he groaned. "Give me some action! Drive you hot cunt against me!"

Maybelle was repelled by his vulgar entreaty. But she was growing more excited, and she did move her hips-just a little at first, then with greater concentration when she felt the heightened effect of their two organs driving at the same time.

"Uuuuuuh . . . ooooooh . . . shit!" Nick said.

Maybelle fucked harder. Her lush cheeks grew rosy, and her moist lips were parted. Her breasts squirmed against Nick's hard, hairy chest. Her hips writhed in the sofa cushions, reaching for the long, hard rod that thrust up into her gyrating center.

I'm no better than Arlene! she thought with increasing self-disdain. We're sisters, all right!

Her hips bobbed briskly against the hard-fucking male who was sprawled atop her. Perspiration formed a slippery bond between them. Maybelle's brain swam. Her nerves tightened. She was going to come, she realized with dismay. Then she let it happen as she drove her hips with unrestrained fervor, making her tits shake against the man and her asscheeks quiver above the couch.

"AAAAHHHHHRG!" he rasped, his cock jerking in her cuntal clutches. Waves of ecstasy swept her, and she knew she was crying out as she came like she had never done before, the throbs deep and satisfying while Nick spurted his hot lust inside her.

When the storm tapered off, Maybelle felt wonderfully relaxed. She was still bewildered by what had happened and by her response to it. Her body was glazed by sweat from her exertions, as was Nick's.

He pulled out and rose to his knees, his cock dripping. The girl gazed accusingly at him, her lush hips pressed poutingly together. They were so maddeningly enticing that he mashed them with his hard mouth, spreading them apart and driving his wet tongue into her. She felt an unpleasant twinge as his saliva dribbled down her throat.

He climbed off and turned away.

What if he made me pregnant? Maybelle suddenly thought, and sat up, her breasts bouncing.

"Oooh, if I have a baby . . . !" she said in a threatening tone, not knowing quite how to finish the declaration.

"You won't," Nick said as he walked toward the bathroom. "Not the first time. But you'd better ask Arlene for some of her pills."

Oh, no! Maybelle thought. I'm never going to do it again! OH, I'M SO ASHAMED!

Don't be silly! another part of her argued. He FORCED you!

That was true, as far as it went. But she had climaxed and taken pleasure, which made her guilty. Why couldn't life be a simple matter of white and black, of right and wrong?

Maybelle struggled to her feet, and her legs felt shaky. She noted a bit of blood on her thighs, and she turned quickly to see whether she had soiled the couch. She hadn't.

So I'm not a virgin any longer, she thought, still hardly able to believe it. Well, not many girls are virgins at my age, I suppose.

But wasn't that just rationalizing? Bad was bad!

There you go, thinking things are black and white again! she told herself. OH, HOW GOOD HIS BIG PRICK FELT INSIDE ME!

When Arlene arrived home from work that evening, she was surprised to find Nick and Maybelle watching television together.

"How long have you been here?" the redhead asked, staring at him.

He got up and took her into his arms, grinning. He kissed her, and their tongues stroked liquidly.

"You didn't answer my question," she said, a bit more softly. "What's the matter-no cars to sell this afternoon ?"

"I've been here for quite awhile," Nick said. "Your sister and I got acquainted."

Arlene's green eyes narrowed. "You didn't actually ..."

"I told you I was going to get her," Nick said blithely. "Hell there aren't many virgins to go after any more, so a man can't afford to pass up a chance. You're not mad-are you, baby?"

"I ought to be!" Arlene said.

"But you aren't."

Nick pulled her into his arms and kissed her again.

"So, how did you like it?" Arlene asked her baby sister, seeming to adjust to the new situation with remarkable ease.

Maybelle colored and looked away. "He forced me," was all she could reply.

Nick laughed.

"Okay, you big stud!" Arlene dropped into a chair. "For that, you're going to make dinner for us. But first you're going to pour us a couple of drinks."

"My pleasure," he said, and walked to the kitchen to get the bottle. "Have you got steaks in the fridge?"

"Yes."

Arlene studied Maybelle, her eyes softening. They even twinkled a bit.

"So my baby sister got screwed!" Arlene said. "In a way I'm glad, because now we can let our hair down with each other."

"I didn't like it," Maybelle pouted.

"You mean, you didn't come?"

"I didn't like it," Maybelle repeated, the color rising in her cheeks.

"Liar!" Arlene accused, and smiled wisely.

Maybelle knew, to her shame, that the accusation was true.