Chapter 3
The sun had already set and twilight had come on when they boarded the bus for downtown, doing the forbidden. Jenny knew that if her parents were to find out she'd gone downtown unchaperoned, without adult protection and supervision, they'd ground her for the next three years. And Rita's parents would surely deal with Rita just as severely, if not more so.
"I don't like the looks of that man over there," Jenny said, trying to indicate the man across the aisle from Rita without his noticing. "He keeps staring at us."
"I know," Rita said. "He's just about coming in his baggy pants. He'd love to shove his hot prick in either one of us, let me tell you. Don't look at him-he'll think you're interested."
When they got off the bus, the man was right behind them. "Either of you babes interested in making some easy money?" he said before the bus had even pulled away.
"Get lost!" Rita said over her shoulder.
"No need to get nasty," the man said. "How does fifty bucks sound? Just give me five minutes, and you get fifty bucks-either one of you, or both. That's fifty bucks each."
"I said, get lost, dirty old man!" Rita growled. She grabbed Jenny's hand and pulled Jenny along faster. "Move it," she said under her breath.
"Up your smelly little asses!" the man called after them. "You'll get yours, dressed like that. You'll get yours, sluts!"
"Run!" Rita said as they rounded the corner of a building.
Jenny had never run so fast in her life. Her heart jack-hammered. Her bare feet flew over the concrete. In seconds, they'd left the man a block behind.
"I think we better go home," Jenny said as they slowed to a trot, then to a fast walk. She kept looking back over her shoulder, expecting to see the man appear around the corner and come after them.
"Don't let that peckerhead worry you," Rita said. "Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't grab us with people all around."
Jenny only now noticed that they weren't alone, as they'd been back at the bus stop. People strolled on both sides of the street. Cars rushed by in both directions. The clamor of voices and traffic hit Jenny's consciousness as if a tape recorder had been turned on. She exhaled with relief.
"When we go back, we'll find a nice busy bus stop," Rita said. "We wouldn't have got off back there if I'd have thought that nerd was going to follow us."
As they moved along the sidewalk, their pace slowed, along with the beating of Jenny's heart. She peered in shop windows. She began to notice that her feet were sore from running barefooted.
There was a wolfish whistle from across the street.
"Ignore those apes," Rita said as Jenny started to look over. "Don't give anybody any encouragement. We're here to see the sights, not to get raped."
Jenny felt uneasy. She hardly dared look at the men and boys who passed by, afraid they'd pounce on her. Most of the men were young, college age. They were near the university now. A lot of high school kids were wandering the area too, and Jenny recognized some of them. They were the boys and girls who smoked and drank and were always getting into trouble at school. They were also the boys and girls that bragged about how they fucked. They were the "bad" kids.
A girl came towards Jenny and Rita, strolling along next to a shirtless young man who had his arm around her shoulders. Jenny recognized the girl as Maureen Jones, one of the most notorious sluts at school. Maureen was dressed just as Jenny and Rita were-in jeans, a T-shirt, and bare feet. Maureen's T-shirt fit like skin, and Maureen's cherries were visible like dark poker chips under the thin material. Jenny wondered if her own cherries could be seen so easily, for she wasn't wearing a bra, and neither was Rita. Rita had insisted that they go braless and pantyless and barefooted-so they'd feel more sexy.
"Well, well," Maureen said. "Look who's making the scene. Never thought I'd see the minister's daughter and the minister's daughter's best friend down here looking for action." She looked Jenny and Rita up and down, leering suggestively.
"We're window-shopping," Rita said. "Then we're gonna get something to eat."
"Looks like you're shopping for more than what you can see in a window," Maureen said. "Rita and Jenny, meet Jack. Jack's a college weight lifter."
Jack nodded. He lifted his arms and stretched, showing the girls his muscles. He smelled sweaty.
"If you're looking for action," Maureen said, "Jack can give it to you. Take it from me, he's a real bull."
Jenny could see Jack's cock swell in his jeans. She swallowed, and a wave of weakness made her legs quiver.
"Let's go," Jack said. "I'll take care of all three of you three times over. I got enough for ten itchy little high school pussies. Shit, I got more than enough."
"He does," Maureen said. "Let's go."
"No thanks," Rita said. "Come on, Jenny." "Hey, where the fuck you going?" Jack called as Jenny and Rita slipped away.
"They're scared," Maureen said. "You're too much of a man for them. They want little boys with little candy canes between their legs."
"Hey babes, it's your loss," Jack yelled. "You don't know what you're missing."
Two blocks up the street, Rita said, "Let's eat. I'm starved."
The pizza place was jammed. A sign at the entrance said, "No shirt, no shoes, no service," but nobody said a word to Jenny and Rita as they pushed through the crowd and found a table. Jenny noticed several boys without shirts on, and several girls without shoes. They gave their order to a waitress who hardly looked at them and who said no more than, "Well?"
"I don't know what we're doing down here," Jenny said. "But I like it. I never knew there was such a wild street in this town."
"You mean your mom and Dad never brought you down here?" Rita asked facetiously.
"I wonder if my mom and Dad even know this street exists," Jenny said. "I think if my Dad knew about it he'd be making speeches about it at the dinner table."
"If my father ever took a walk down here, he'd be preaching sermons about it," Rita said.
"He'd have the whole church down here with picket signs saying: 'All ye are damned!' " The pizza arrived just as a group of four boys sat down at the table across the aisle from Jenny and Rita. They were all whispering among themselves and giggling. Jenny overheard one boy telling a joke about his parents demanding to sniff his middle finger every time he got home from a date. Later, she heard one of the boys say, "You mean you'd blow your own mom?" And another boy answered, "Damn right I would!"
Jenny and Rita were just finishing their pizza when the four boys discovered them sitting across the aisle.
After some whispering and giggling, one of the boys said: "Hey, girls, you wanna go for a ride? I've got my Dad's car."
"Thank you," Rita said. "But we've got our own car and we're just leaving."
The girls slipped out of their booth. They turned to leave.
"Girls," the boy said. "Look what we got for you."
"Ignore them," Rita said, but Jenny had already looked.
She stood there, gawking in shock for a few seconds before she felt Rita's tug on her arm.
The four boys - two boys on each side of the table - were grinning at her, their faces red, then-naked cocks sticking up out of their open flies like four rigid snakes. They held their pricks and waved them at Jenny as if enticing her with huge red candy canes.
"Come on, Jenny," Rita said, yanking her along without a look back. And Jenny stumbled after her, gawking back at the four hard pricks, unable to take her eyes off them.
"Watch where you're going," snapped the waitress as Jenny brushed against her.
Jenny saw the four boys frantically stuffing their cocks back in their flies as the waitress moved toward them with their pizza. The next moment, Jenny was out the door, Rita dragging her along as if she were a child.
As they waited at the bus stop, Jenny thought to herself that she wouldn't have minded fucking any of those four boys in the restaurant. She imagined them sliding their big hard cocks inside her, and her cunt began to throb fiercely. The crotch seam of her jeans pulled up between her cuntlips as they swelled, and she ached to shove her hands down her pants and jerk herself off.
On the bus, Jenny started talking about the new teen magazines she'd picked up at the drug store. There were some really hot guys in them.
She didn't admit to Rita, though, that she'd jerked off several times already while looking at those new teen stars-pretending that they were fucking her.
"Too bad I left them at home," Jenny said. "Some of those guys would make you melt."
"Let's go get them," Rita said.
"We can't. I'm not supposed to go home until my parents get back."
"You weren't supposed to go downtown, either," Rita said. "And you're supposed to wear panties, a bra, and shoes. Since when do we always do what we're supposed to?"
"You're gonna love those magazines," Jenny said with a naughty giggle.
They sneaked down the back alley behind Jenny's house-just in case her parents had asked some of the neighbors to keep a watch on the house. She had the nosiest neighbors in the world, and she knew they'd just love to make trouble for her with her parents.
"The light's on in the kitchen," Jenny said, letting Rita in the back gate. "Scott and Bobby must be home."
"So what?" Rita said.
"I don't want them to see us. We'll have to sneak in." "Sounds like fun," Rita said.
They found the back door unlocked and slipped inside. The voices of their brothers came from the kitchen, louder and stranger than Jenny had ever heard them. Before Jenny could stop Rita, her girlfriend was tiptoeing toward the voices. Jenny followed, wishing she hadn't agreed to coming here. If they were caught, Scott might just squeal to her parents out of spite. He could get mean at times.
Standing in the dark hallway outside the kitchen, Jenny grabbed Rita's arm, but Rita pulled away, intent on peeking into the kitchen.
"I'd fuck her," Scott said. "I sure as hell would fuck her. I don't care who she is, I'd fuck her. A cunt is a cunt. Just give me a hot wet cunt, and I'll fuck it. I don't care who it's on."
Bobby laughed. "You fucking goat. I bet you would fuck her, too."
"Damn right," Scott said. "Hell, I'd even fuck your old lady."
Jenny peered into the room, sure she was dreaming. That couldn't be Scott talking so dirty. When she caught sight of her brother, she had to stifle a gasp. He looked even more shocking than he sounded-and so did Bobby.
The two boys were seated across from each other at the table, naked except for their underwear. Their clothes were scattered all around the room. They were playing cards. Empty beer bottles Uttered the table, some of them tipped over. The smell of beer was heavy in the air.
"Show your cards, fucker!" said Bobby, then burst into laughter as Scott threw his cards down and he revealed his own.
"Shit!" Scott said. "Goddamn fucking shit!"
Bobby kept laughing. "Take 'em off, fucker. Let's see it."
"Fuck!" Scott said. He climbed out of his chair and shoved his underwear down. As he stood up, he hurled the briefs in Bobby's face. His prick stood up, hard and throbbing.
Bobby knocked the underwear away, choking. "Fucker! What you trying to do, poison me? Just for that, you're gonna have to beat off."
"Like hell I am!"
"If you don't, then you pay for all the beer. I won, fucker. I'm calling the shots."
"Asshole!" Scott said. "You better move outa the way unless you want a load in the face."
"Shut up and beat it," Bobby said.
Jenny and Rita looked at each other in silence, then took hold of each other's hand as if to steady each other. They turned their eyes back toward Scott.
"Pound that big mother," Bobby said. He took a long drink of beer from his bottle. "Shit, you're an expert at it. Too bad you're not so much of an expert at sticking pussy."
"Like hell I ain't!" Scott said. "I've reamed out twice as many bitches as you have, punk."
"Like hell you have!" Bobby said.
"And I'm gonna stick that bitch sister of mine any day now," Scott said. "Just you wait. She's ripe for it. I can fucking smell her. She's in heat, man, in fucking heat."
Jenny had to control her breathing. Her cunt was smoldering, pounding with tension. She feared that if she got much more excited, she'd lose control of herself and run into the kitchen, offering herself to her cock-whacking brother.
Scott's arm jerked. His hand slipped up and down around his enormous, veiny cock. His heavy balls flapped.
"Shit, I bet you would fuck your bitch sister," Bobby said. "Just like I'd fuck mine. Man, I'd love to stuff this thing into that hairy little crotch of hers!" He pushed his underwear down his thighs and started fisting his rampant cock.
"So would I," Scott said. "I'd like to fuck that bitch sister of yours too. Hell, we oughta go over to your house and rape those sluts.
They've both been asking for it for a long time."
The two boys hauled on their fat pricks- Scott standing up, beating his cock over the edge of the table on which lay beer bottles and cards, Bobby slumping back in his chair, legs stretched out long, toes working as he jerked on his cock faster and faster.
"Man, what I wouldn't give for a piece of ass right now," Bobby muttered. "I'd like to see both those sluts on their hands and knees, waving their itchy asses at me. I'd jump on one, then on the other one, and I'd keep jumping back and forth, screwing the guts out of both of 'em."
"I'd fuck their assholes," Scott said. "And their mouths."
"You're a fucking pervert," Bobby said.
"No more than you are, jerk-off face!"
Bobby chuckled. "Hey, man, you ever sniffed your sister's panties?"
"Of course," Scott said. "They smell just like cunt. I can get off in about ten seconds with her smelled-up underwear over my face."
"Pervert," Bobby said.
"No more than you are," Scott said. "I bet you've got a whole drawer full of smelly underwear up in your room. I bet you even sniff your old lady's panties, for christsake."
Bobby said nothing. He just smiled and kept beating his prick.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," Scott moaned. "Oh shit, get ready for fireworks!"
His hand became a blur on his cock. His prickhead swelled, purple and shiny.
"Goddamnnnn!"
He shook all over as his cum shot nearly across the table, then fell on it with audible splats. He braced one hand on the table for support, swaying deliriously as he pumped out spurt after spurt of white fuckcream.
"All over the fucking cards," Bobby said. "Fucker!" He closed his eyes and pumped wildly on his cock. "Awww shit!" His toes curled as his cum shot straight up in the air and landed in thick white gobs on his tanned belly. He grunted with each ejaculation, fisting his cock until he'd milked out every drop.
Jenny exploded in her pants. Flashes of light went off in her head. The fuck sensations churned through her loins, streamed down her legs. She hadn't even touched herself to bring herself off. Her legs were clamped together, though, and her toes were digging into the carpet. She moaned out loud without even realizing it. Rita immediately clamped her hand over Jenny's mouth.
Both boys froze, their hands still wrapped tightly around their cocks.
"You hear something?" Scott whispered, and both boys glanced toward the hallway.
Jenny found herself being pushed, then pulled down the hallway. She stumbled, her cunt still contracting with orgasm. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the floor and crush out her pleasure, but there wasn't time. If Rita hadn't been with her, she never would have escaped.
They were out of the back door and stumbling across the back lawn, then through the gate and jogging down the alley. They both cursed as stones stabbed their bare feet.
"Did they see us?" Jenny said, so weak from her orgasm that she just wanted to he down and rest.
"I don't think so," Rita said. "But keep moving." They fled into the night.