Chapter 2
"Brad," Carol struggled in his arms. "Would you stop that?"
"But you promised," Brad said.
"I promised you a few kisses," Carol said. "I didn't promise you a meal."
Carol pushed him away. They were standing outside the little hamburger place that the kids usually attended after a game. Brad had pushed her into the shadows of the building and was hungrily groping at her. Carol had allowed him to caress the outline of her titty before she had protested.
"Carol," Brad said. "Carol, I love you."
"That's stupid," she said.
Carol was really getting kind of tired of Brad and his moony ways. He was always talking about love and such nonsense when he really wanted only to get into her panties.
"Let's go back inside," Carol said.
She didn't give him time to protest as she pushed open the door.
"How about a beer?" Carol asked. "I know you keep them in the car."
"Carol. . . "
"Get me a beer," she said. "I'm thirsty."
He didn't protest anymore. He went back to the car to get her a beer. Carol looked inside for her sister. Cindy was sitting at a corner table pushing a boy's hand away from her bare knee. The boy was insistent. He put it back and Cindy pushed it away again.
Carol hurried to the corner and bent over the boy smiling. She had never seen the boy before. He was probably someone from one of Cindy's classes.
"What's your name?" Carol asked him.
"Tod," he answered.
"Well, Tod," Carol kept smiling. "If you put your hand on my sister's knee again I'm going to have Brad take you outside and kick you square in the balls."
The boy turned white. He got up quickly and left the table. Carol sat down in his seat.
"That's one thing I like about having Brad for a steady," Carol said. "He's so big that just his name strikes fear into the hearts of the young."
"You didn't have to do that," Cindy said.
"I didn't," Carol echoed. "Why, in just a minute that boy would have been rubbing your panties."
"Sometimes I think I wouldn't mind so much," Cindy said.
"Sometimes I think you're daffy," Carol said.
Brad came in with the beer. They had to open it outside and pour it into paper cups before they could drink it. The cops who came around would never question them as long as they didn't see any beer cans or weren't obvious.
Brad asked Cindy to dance and Cindy agreed. Carol watched them as they pressed together on the dance floor. Carol was beginning to wonder about Cindy. They had always been so close in everything. They had always gotten such a kick out of teasing boys. Lately Carol had sensed something about Cindy that she was frightened of. It was as if Cindy was ready to try her wings.
She noticed Nick and two of the Satans coming in the door. Nick's eyes found hers and she was the first to look away. She had never been touched by any boy the way Nick touched her, and she couldn't understand it.
Perhaps it was because she could do most boys any way she wanted to. She knew she couldn't do that with Nick. He looked at her with the eyes of an experienced man. He would never take no for an answer. He would take what he wanted.
Nick walked over to her table.
"Hello," he said.
"I don't want to talk to you," Carol said. "Why don't you find a hole someplace and jump into it."
"I intend to," Nick said.
She couldn't help but blush at the obvious meaning in his words. Nick kept staring at her and she wished he'd leave. She looked around for Brad and she couldn't find him. She wondered where he had gone. She didn't see Cindy either.
"Why don't you come off with me?" Nick asked. "I could show you a good time."
"You make me sick," Carol said.
Nick shrugged. He leaned over and took her cup out of her hands. He sipped at it.
"You're a hot bitch," he said suddenly. "I know you are. And one of these days I'm going to put my six inches in you."
She sat there in shock. She expected a lot of things from Nick but she didn't expect that. She had no answer for him. He put her cup back on the table.
"Cheap beer," he said.
There were others in the place who had noticed what was going on. Boys who were on the football team with Brad. They had started crowding around the table.
"Why don't you buzz off?" one football player asked Nick.
"I will," he said. "When I'm ready."
"You're ready," another said.
Nick looked around. He was outnumbered ten to one and it wasn't a good place for a fight. The football players were bigger and tougher and he needed a lot of room to make up for his size.
"Remember what I said," he told Carol.
"Carol's probably going to be wondering where I am," Cindy said.
"Let her wonder," Brad said.
Cindy was sipping beer in the front seat of Brad's car. She had always liked his car. Being the quarterback of the football team and probably the smartest boy in school had made his father buy the most expensive car he could find for Brad.
"Are you mad at Carol?" Cindy asked.
"I'm always mad at Carol," Brad said. "She thinks she can just order me around when she wants. Do this, Brad. Do that, Brad. She thinks she owns me."
"Doesn't she?" Cindy asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked bitterly. "Nobody owns me."
"But you act like she does," Cindy said. "You follow her around like a sick pussy. You never go out with any other girls. You act like she owns you."
"Well she doesn't," Brad said.
Cindy reached into the brown paper bag on the floorboard and opened another beer. This one she drank out of the can instead of pouring it into a paper cup. She saw Nick and his two Satans come out and get into the car Nick drove. He made the tires spin rubber as he left the parking lot.
Another boy came out of the building. A football friend of Brad's. He walked across the parking lot and looked into the car window.
"Hey, Brad," he said, "Carol's looking all over for you."
"Is she?" Brad asked.
"Yeah, and she seems awfully angry."
"Well don't tell her you found me," Brad said. "I'm leaving."
Brad turned the ignition and put his sports car into gear. He looked at Cindy.
"You getting out?" he asked.
"Where are you going?" Cindy asked.
"I don't know."
"I'll go there too," Cindy said.
Brad nodded. He drove the car quickly out of the parking lot and onto the highway. He was driving toward the outskirts of town and Cindy had a feeling she knew where he was heading. Carol had mentioned that Brad had a special parking place. Carol never allowed him to take her there because she considered it too dangerous.
Cindy wasn't thinking of the parking place as dangerous. She was excited by the thought of parking with a boy. Carol always kept her from really having fun with a boy. Cindy had learned not to take the warnings too seriously.
Brad turned off the road and onto a dirt road. He drove deep into the trees and finally came to a stop at a stream. He turned the ignition off and reached for another beer.
"This is a pretty place," Cindy said. "Do you bring many girls up here?"
"Not many," he said.
"Do you ever bring Carol?"
Cindy was wondering if Brad would tell her the truth. Cindy knew how much boys liked to brag.
"No," he said. "I've never brought Carol. She refuses to come."
A warm glow went through Cindy. She reached for the radio and turned it on. She found a station she liked. A soft melody that made her feel relaxed. She sipped at her beer.
"Do you think I'm as pretty as Carol?"
"Yes," he said.
"But you've never tried to kiss me," Cindy pouted. "And you're always trying to kiss Carol."
"I've wanted to kiss you," Brad admitted. "I've thought about it a lot."
"Then why don't you?" Cindy asked.
Brad looked a little worried but he dropped his can of beer out the window and he turned in the seat toward her. She held her can in her right hand as he drew her into his arms. She had been kissed before but she was amazed at the hunger in Brad's lips. He drew her closer and dropped his hand to her knee. Cindy knew she should make him move his hand but she didn't want to.
There was no Carol to make her do something she didn't want to do. She liked the feel of his strong hand on the skin of her bare knee. He pressed his lips to hers again and she felt his tongue probe.
She didn't mind. She had also been tongue-kissed before and she opened her lips to admit his tongue. She was struck by a sudden fear that his tongue was going to devour hers. Carol had made him hungry. Cindy could imagine all the times Carol had teased him.
She had been the same way herself. She had teased many boys and then had told Carol about it. They'd had many laughs together at the expense of their boy friends. But lately something had been happening in Cindy. She had started to like the feel of a boy's arms around her. She had started to love the feel of his lips. Perhaps too much.
As Brad kissed her his hand was doing things with her knees. He would fondle one and then the other and his hand seemed impatient to go higher. His hot fingers crept up her leg. She kept telling herself that she was going to stop him when he went a little higher but then his hand was pressed against her thigh and she still hadn't stopped him.
"Oh Cindy," Brad said. "Oh Cindy, baby,"
She wished he wouldn't talk. She wished he wouldn't do anything but massage the heat of her thighs and keep kissing her with his fiery tongue. She didn't want the spell ruined by having to think about who she was and who Brad was, or to think of what Carol might say if she could see them.
"Brad," she said, pushing him away. "We shouldn't. Let's go outside for some fresh air."
Brad looked hurt but he wouldn't push himself on her. She switched off the radio and opened her car door. It was chilling outside and she wished she had on more than her scanty cheerleading outfit.
She picked her way down to the river and sat on a rock. Brad was right behind her. He handed her another beer and she popped the top.
"Brad, you wouldn't be trying to get me a little high, would you?"
"Of course not," he said.
But she knew he was and it was working. The beers she'd had already were making her lightheaded. She sipped at the one he'd handed her. She had a feeling Carol would be going crazy right now and somehow that pleased Cindy. Carol was always so much in control, so able to take care of things. It pleased Cindy to think of Carol being confused about what to do.
"Say," Brad said. "I've go a blanket in the back. It would be more comfortable than that rock. We could stretch out on the grass."
"I know what's on your mind," Cindy said.
But she didn't protest as he went back to his car and brought the blanket down. The beer was making Cindy feel warmer and she didn't mind stretching out on the blanket beside him. He put his hand back on her knee.
"Let's kiss some more," he suggested.
"We really shouldn't," she said.
She had started to sip again at her beer but he took it from her hands. He held the beer in his left hand as he reached for her. He was leaning half on top of her as his mouth searched for hers.
"We shouldn't," Cindy said again.
Then his hot lips cut off anything else she might have said. Cindy wasn't sure what to do. She had been playing a game that she realized was about to get out of hand. Brad's lips were hungry and she didn't feel strong enough to push him away.
He kissed the soft white of her throat. Cindy felt a thrill as his lips traced her soft skin. His lips were going lower, touching the soft skin above her blouse, but she still couldn't stop him.
He had evidently dropped her beer for he was now tracing the skin of her thigh. He was more daring than he had been before. In a moment he would be tracing the panties underneath her skirt.
"Brad," she said, trying to push him away.
He was stronger than she was and he wouldn't be pushed away. His hand groped between her legs and she felt her thighs start to quiver at the touch of his hot fingers. His thumb was rubbing her in the exact same way she rubbed herself when she masturbated.
"Brad," she pleaded. "Brad, you have to stop."
Perhaps he would have if he'd been sober or less angry. But he was taking out his anger at Carol on her sister, and he was already past the point of no return. Cindy began to remember the stories she'd heard about girls being raped. She knew what could happen if she fought him.
He might get angry and start slapping her around. She could possibly get hurt very badly. She knew that she could never tell anyone about being raped and she would be forced to if she came home with bruises and scratches. The best thing for her to do was just relax.
She started to remember those dirty jokes about when rape is inevitable to relax and enjoy it. That was just what she intended to do. Her decision sent a hot spasm of delight through her body.
Brad seemed to sense her relaxation. He raised his head and looked at her with curious eyes. She pulled his head back to hers again. She opened her mouth and fondled his tongue with hers.
He knew she was willing!
His hand came to the top button of her blouse. Cindy was both afraid and anxious as he unbuttoned her blouse. A boy had never seen her breasts before. What if he didn't like them? What if he thought her tits were too small?
He got her blouse unbuttoned and his lips were once again pressed to her flesh. This time he kissed the flesh above her bra top. His tongue went down into the crevice between her titties and she shivered. She could hardly wait until he got the bra undone. She wished he would hurry. Finally she raised her back off the ground so he would get the idea.
He had trouble with her bra but he finally got the clasps undone. She raised her arms as he pulled the bra over her shoulders. She didn't have to be afraid that he wouldn't like her titties. Even in the dim light she could see the hunger in his eyes as he stared at her twin mounds.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "Dear God, they're beautiful!"
Brad couldn't believe that he was having such luck. He had often dreamed about seeing Carol's titties. He had often beaten off to the vision of Carol offering herself to him. Now he had Cindy and Cindy's luscious tits were more beautiful than he could have imagined. He wished he could see them in better light but he already thought them more beautiful that those girls in the magazines he looked at.
He couldn't help himself. He tilted his head and kissed one large pink nipple. He felt her shudder beneath the touch of his tongue. He was turning her on! It excited him to think that Cindy could be so carried away. Rape had never entered his mind.
If Cindy had kept fighting then he would have stopped. But he wasn't going to stop with Cindy so relaxed in his arms. He opened his mouth and took as much of her creamy flesh into his mouth as he could manage.
She tasted so sweet and innocent, much like he had imagined Carol would have tasted. A deep satisfaction went through Brad. Carol had teased him for a long time but now he was getting back at her. He was having his fun and he was having it with Carol's sister.
He moved to Cindy's other nipple and she was moaning beneath him. It gave him a deep sense of power. He knew that Cindy was his. He knew she wouldn't fight anything he wanted to do.
And what he wanted to do was to put his cock between her pretty legs!
He felt Cindy's tits become swollen with lust as he sucked on them. He kissed and nibbled at her flesh until she had started pushing her tits at him. He put his hands back at her thighs and pushed her legs apart.
"Cindy," he moaned. "Cindy, baby, I'm so hot for you. So hot!"
Cindy wished again that he would quit talking. She didn't want to hear his voice. She pulled at his head until his lips were back at her titties again.
Cindy had known it would be like this. She had always known she was hornier than Carol. She had always looked at men in a different way. Now she was responding with a deep hunger to Brad's caresses as she'd always been afraid she would.
His groping hand was trying to find the zipper on her short skirt. Cindy knew that once she allowed him to take her skirt off that there would be no stopping him. She took his hand and placed in against her zipper. Once he found it there was no problem. He had it down in a minute. He undid the tiny clasp that held her skirt together.
Her skirt was a wrap around kind and he unwrapped it easily. She felt the cool wind blow against her bare thighs. She shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"Yes."
"It's all right," he promised. "I'm going to warm you up."
He started tugging at her panties and she lifted her hips. Her last defensive garment came off down her long legs.
Her first response was one of shame. She tried to close her legs together but Brad wouldn't allow that. He put one knee between her legs and then his strong hands pried her thighs apart. He started groping her blonde pussy with his hand.
She moaned out loud as she felt his fingers probing her cunt flesh. Brad knew very little about what he was doing but his lack of experience didn't stop him. He was experimenting with his fingers, trying to find the spots that brought about the most response from her.
Cindy could feel herself growing wet between her legs. There was no question that she was going to get fucked. She hoped he would know enough to be gentle the first time but somehow she knew it wouldn't matter. Somehow she knew she wouldn't be like other girls who needed a gentle man to help the pain.
She knew she would love it from the very beginning. Her skin was already tingling as his finger pushed past her cuntal entrance and slipped into her wet pussy.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh!"
His finger started pushing in and out. She writhed on the blanket as spasm after spasm of delight passed through her. He was using his fingers as Cindy had often used them on herself. She was loving it. Suddenly he drew his fingers out and she looked at him curiously. It didn't take her a moment to understand.
He was standing up but he wasn't leaving her. His hands were at the buckle of his belt and he was pulling his trousers open. Cindy couldn't take her eyes away from the bulge that was there. She didn't want to. She was no shy, sweet thing afraid of her first cock.
She wanted to see it. She wanted to touch it, to hold it between her hot fingers, to guide it Into her hungry cunt. She realized some people might consider her a slut for what she was about to do. Perhaps she was. She only knew that she wanted his cock and that she had always been somewhat jealous of Debbie Saffles for being able to have what she wanted.
Her eyes never left him as he pulled his trousers off and then stripped his shorts down. She shivered as she saw a man's cock for the first time. She saw his massive rod standing straight up between his legs. How in hell could he ever get that massive thing into her?
She was growing a little afraid for the first time. She hadn't realized that the huge thing was like this. She had never pictured a hard one like this. She closed her thighs together but it was too late to stop Brad from having what he wanted.
He dropped to his knees.
"I'm going to fuck you, Cindy," he rasped.
She nodded. She knew there was no stopping him. He pressed her thighs apart again and he got on top of her. She shivered as his weight came down on her. She felt his stiff cock pressing against her pussy.
"Be gentle," she pleaded. "I will," he promised.
He wasn't. He was too excited and Cindy could sense it. His mouth clamped down over hers as his enormous prick strained at her pussy entrance. She felt her tongue being sucked into his mouth.
His prick thrust hard against the entrance to her cunt until her virgin cunt-lips gave way under the pressure.
The prick went inside her stopping at her hymen. His hips wiggled as he tried to force his prick deeper into her. She did feel pain and she was suddenly trying to get out from under his thick cock. He pressed harder.
Her titties were flattened against his sweaty chest and her nipples were growing hard. She was beginning to enjoy the pressure of his cock. He pressed harder and her hymen gave way and he was inside her, his heavy balls pressing against her.
He was not gentle as he drew his long shaft out and then drove it into her again. His balls slapped against her as he fucked her. She felt him grow inside her and she somehow knew that he wouldn't be able to last for long.
He was increasing his speed as he slammed his cock furiously into her. With one last thrust he buried his cock deep in her cunt and she felt the spurt of his cum. He kept slamming his cock into her as he spurted.
Her first thought was that it hadn't been very exciting. She had somehow expected more. She had expected bells to ring. There was nothing but a sense of exhaustion as his prick drained away into her. He withdrew his cock and she reached for him.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to do it again," she said.
He had barely started an itch in her cunt with his first fucking. Now she wanted to get into it without having to worry about the pain of first entry.
She laced her fingers around his cock and started to move her hand up and down the length of his rod. She knew enough to know that he would be getting hard again pretty quickly. She was right. She could feel him stiffen between her fingers.
"God," he said. "You're making me hard again."
"That's the idea." she said.
She knew she was acting like a bad girl but she didn't care about what he would think later on. She already knew that he would brag about his conquest and that her reputation was gone from this night on. She decided if she was going to be called a slut then she might as well get some satisfaction from her reputation.
He was hard and throbbing and she stretched out again on her back and pulled him on top of her. His hard prick went in easily this time. She allowed herself to match the rhythm of his deep thrusts.
She didn't know what to expect but something strange started to happen to her. It started out as that same itch in her cunt but it grew so that her entire body felt like it was on fire. She started urging him to move faster.
She knew he wasn't as excited as he'd been the first time and now he would be able to last longer. She was glad of that for the heat in her body was beginning to build. It was much better than when she made herself come off with her fingers. Much, much better!
"Oh Brad," she moaned. "Now you're making me hot. Now you're making it feel good!"
Her words excited Brad. He could feel the ache in his balls that meant he was getting ready to come again.
He fucked her faster.
"Oh Brad," she cried. "Oh God, what's happening! Oh dear Jesus, I'm coming. AHHHHHHHHH!"
She felt his cock explode into her cunt almost at the same moment her juices came. She kept writhing against him until they both drained dry. When she finally came down from her peak she knew that she had finally done it, and it was much better than she'd expected.
Carol was really missing something!