Chapter 6
"What does that feel like?" Billy wanted to know. "Tell me, damn it, tell me what that feels like."
"Ohhhhh, let me go! I'll make it up to you." Susan tried to think of other things. She tried to pretend she was a patient seeing a doctor. Tried to pretend that the doctor was performing an examination of her body. But Billy's finger was so buttery, so teasing. He traced the crack of her ass again, lingering at the pinched opening to her guts. Then he growled with pleasure as he pushed the finger against the squeezing resistance.
Susan arched her back and squealed. Her breasts rose up from the ground, quivering as she tensed. She could feel it so clearly! She could feel Billy's finger sliding right into her ass! She could feel his knuckles and the thickness as he went deeper. Then he pulled back and thrust again. He finger fucked her asshole as the butter made slick sounds between the plump halves of her ass.
"Ohhhh I hate you! You're worse than Hank!"
The finger was gone now. She lay weakly in the grass, her mouth open, her tongue lolling out. She panted rapidly as she tried to think of a way to escape. But her hands were caught behind her back by that damned chain. And Billy knelt between her open thighs. She turned her head enough to see him gazing lustily at her pert, white ass. When she attempted to roll onto her back, he stopped her with a knee. Then she saw how he was using the rest of the butter. He was spreading its melting slickness along his rigid cock!
"You can't do this! It's ... perverse!"
"I know Hank would kill me if he knew I fucked you. But at least this way, he won't be able to say I knocked you up or anything." He leered at her butter-smeared ass. "Anyway, I used to dream of fucking a girl in the ass. Now I get to do it."
"Billy' ... Billy!"
Billy had lowered himself down close to her. She felt him spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs, then guide the head of his cock against her tight, hot hole. She squirmed violently, but the butter made everything gushy and slick. The first thrust hurt her, but her muscles resisted the penetration. She knew it was silly to resist too long. He was going to get into her now matter what she did.
"Can't you give me time to get used to it?" she begged.
"Okay, but we can't he out here in the ditch all day. Somebody might drive up."
"Yeah," she snapped, "like Hank."
"Shut up," Billy warned. "And you'd sure as hell better not tell him anything either."
"Why shouldn't I tell him? You haven't done anything for me. I think I'd like it if he beat the hell out of you."
Billy didn't seem to want to bother with this problem right now. He was too worked up over the prospect of his cock sliding into her asshole. He rooted it around between her cheeks until he was panting like a racehorse.
"You'd better relax," he told her. "I'm gonna stick it in you anyway."
Whimpering, Susan closed her eyes and let out a big breath. Then she made the muscles of her sphincter go slack. It wasn't easy, because there was something instinctive about tensing when something touched her at that spot. Especially when that something was the smooth, blood-swollen tip of Billy's cock.
At the first touch, she tightened her muscles again, whining loudly against Billy's gentle thrusts. She just couldn't let it happen. There was something taboo about that opening of her body. Even as a child, enemas had been difficult and she'd always felt wrong about the feeling of something sliding into her guts from behind.
"Don't push so hard! It hurts!"
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass whether you like it or not." Billy tried to pry her cheeks apart with his thumbs again as he prodded her with his fevered barb. Susan couldn't imagine what had happened to the shy young man. He'd been almost afraid to touch her a day or so ago. Now he couldn't wait to cram his hot cock into her bottom. She writhed in the long grass. Maybe Hank would come home early and find them there and beat the hell out of Billy. But was Hank any guarantee that she wouldn't be assaulted in another way?
At last she relaxed her sphincter again, unable to keep the hot tension going. Billy sensed this relaxation immediately. With a sigh of lust, he brought his hips forward and the buttery head of his cock speared her asshole easily.
With legs flopping, Susan squirmed against the grass. The slender stiffness was plowing her open inside, sliding easily into the tightly squeezed opening of her body.
The shivering body above her told Susan that Billy was enjoying this tension, this tightness between the plump halves of her ass. He gasped and ran his hands down her waist. He curled his fingers around the front of her hips, pulling back as he forced his prick deeper, even deeper. Susan felt as if someone were operating on her. It didn't hurt really, but it felt so odd!
"Ohhhhh, ohhh this is awful!"
"I think it's great, Susan! You've got the nicest little ass. I'll bet Hank would love to be doing this."
"You're an animal! No, you're worse!" Susan tightened her ass cheeks but that only made her able to feel Billy's slender cock all the better. It slid slowly, erotically into the heat of her body. She shuddered, chewing her bottom Up in an effort to shut out the tingling sensation that spread from her asshole down the damp cleft of her pussy. "Nhhhuuuhhh!"
She tried to pull her hands free again. The chain tinkled and loosened where Billy had hurriedly wrapped it around her other wrist. But she couldn't get free. And Billy was mashing her down, forcing her tits into the grass, making her accept the plowing, fucking force of his lust. The sound of her buttery crack being stabbed again and again was sexy enough without feeling the friction. Billy had forced her thighs wide now and was holding them that way with his knees. Much as she hated what was happening, Susan knew it was exciting her. She could close out the conscious acceptance of the act, but the hot in-and-out fucking of Billy's cock was bringing her subconscious emotions to a boil. She babbled incoherently, rolling onto the ground as she felt his hips move in a rhythmic, fucking way. She could feel his muscled belly pressing against her cheeks. She could feel his mouth hungry at the nape of her neck, at the backs of her shoulders. She gasped as her clit responded to the plunging, wallowing weight upon her. Billy panted his excitement.
"God ... damn ... getting good, really good."
"Don't! Ohhh stop it now! Hank's gonna come home and find you and ... "
"Hank won't be home for a long time." Billy bit her shoulder as if to reassert his power over her.
"Uhhhh, I feel so weird. Ohhhh God, I don't want to come! Not with you doing that."
"I don't give a damn if you come or not."
Billy was fucking faster now. The steady in-and-out movements had built up a heat between her ass cheeks that Susan couldn't ignore now. It radiated out in circles through her flesh. She wallowed under him, unable to tell whether she was trying to escape or helping keep the erotic tingles going. Because she was very close to coming herself. And it was obvious that Billy had only a few more seconds left before he exploded inside her.
"Ahhh, ahhhhh!" she cried, hating herself for being so turned on.
"Baby!"
Billy's hands hurt as he grasped her flailing hips and plunged to the hilt in her ass. Susan was determined not to let him know what was happening to her. She choked off a cry of lust and bit her lip all the harder. But she was coming. The sparkling, dazzling throes took her up on an exhilarating spiral. She could feel the itchy explosions build around her clit. Her asshole was inflamed with tickling pleasure, too. She pounded her mound against the mashed-down grass as Billy made a strangled sound in his throat and began to tremble. His belly was very hard against her ass cheeks. His mouth spilled drool down her neck. Then he rammed once, twice, three times and gasped loudly.
Susan could feel the spurting cream going into her guts. She felt as if she were going to go mad. She couldn't keep her excitement pent up any longer! She screamed, her ass bucking violently under Billy's weight. He held on, riding her, fucking her bottom with the fury of a man gone crazy.
"Ohhh, damn you," he groaned, "damn you you little bitch!"
"I hope I squeeze it off," she whimpered, making her sphincter as tight as she could. Billy seemed to be flopping around, out of control now. She had his cock pinched tight in the powerful circle of her hole. She whipped her ass from side to side, making him cry for mercy.
"Lighten up! God damn, you're gonna tear it off!"
"Uhhh, ahhhhh!" Susan babbled, caught in the full fury of her come now. Her ass squeezed rhythmically, blocking Billy's hot cum. He writhed and slammed against her as she cried out her passion into the grass. Then she could feel his flow starting again, knew that her guts were being pumped full of his hot cream. She came, grinding her cunt against the ground as she felt the long, slow stabs of Billy's cock. For a few moments she forgot her anger and let the thrills flow through her.
Billy's cock seemed to ripple as he came. He was making wild animal sounds, smearing his open mouth across the nape of her neck, fucking her. Fucking her in the ass!
Susan had been quiet for a long time, it seemed. Billy moved suddenly, his breathing quickened as he looked up out of the weedy patch where they'd fallen.
"Jesus, thought somebody was coming."
His cock slipped out of her ass then and she felt the tingle where she'd been rubbed so furiously. Billy unwrapped the chain from her left wrist and rolled her onto her back. She felt all slick and messy between the cheeks of her ass. She wanted to get back to her room and wash up. She never wanted to see Billy again.
"Don't you ever try to get away again," he warned, giving the chain a jerk. "Next time I might try out that other hole of yours."
"You do and Hank would ... ." She sobbed. She hated them both. She felt awful as Billy took her back to the house, unlocked the chain from around her wrist and pushed her into her room. But at least she was alone again. At least she could clean up and then maybe think of another way she might be able to get out of there.
"I hate you!" she screamed at the closed door. But Billy had probably gone back downstairs to gloat over his victory. She'd sucked him and then submitted to sodomy. And she was still Hank's captive.
That afternoon she wondered if she should tell Hank about what Billy had one. There was the risk that Billy would tell his side and that Hank would prefer to believe that story instead of hers. And Hank might put the blame on her anyway. She decided to keep things to herself for the time being. So when Hank drove up, said a few words to Billy and then entered the house, she made her expression calm. She had a new plan up her sleeve. If her game hadn't worked on Billy, maybe it would work on Hank.
She'd already picked out what she was going to wear. Hank had brought all her clothes up to the room where he now held her captive so she hunted and picked until she put together exactly what she wanted. It was a silky, white skirt and a soft blouse of a thin velvet that fit her small breasts sexily. The silky, pleated skirt had a way of showing off her long legs and the velvet blouse seemed to fit the contours of her small breasts to maximum advantage. She put on a pair of sandals too, and even touched up her face with a tiny bit of make-up. Her brown hair was brushed down over her shoulders and she examined herself in the mirror as she heard Hank coming slowly up the stairs. He tapped at her door and then unlocked it. She came toward him with a smile on her face.
"Hi, Hank, I'm glad you're home. I was lonely today."
He eyed her as if he didn't quite believe this new facet of her personality. Then he grinned slowly and rubbed a big hand against his thigh.
"You look like a movie star, honey."
"Why don't you take me out on the town then?" she said, giving him a cute pout. She sidled up close, letting her hip nudge him, putting her hand on his. His arm clamped her against him. She could feel his power and knew she was playing a dangerous game. He nuzzled her hair.
"So you want to go out, do you? Why's that? So you could run away?"
"Maybe I don't want to run away."
"Like hell. You'd rather be out with some of those skinny boys your own age doing some kind of fool dance in a disco club. See, I'm not so old that I don't know about that stuff."
"Maybe you're wrong, too. Maybe I'm getting to appreciate an older guy." She made her pout even cuter. "Won't you take me out, Hank? Please?"
"I'll think about it while I'm taking a shower."
Susan tried to follow him out into the hall but he frowned and made as if to push her back so he could lock her in again.
"Don't you want somebody to scrub your back?" she whispered, fighting to keep the fear out of her voice. The thought of that huge cock of his was enough to scare any girl. But over the past few days, she'd gained a few techniques for exciting a man without actually fucking him. She could still taste Billy's cum in her mouth. As a last resort, she could do Hank that way, couldn't she?
"You'd better stay in here till I finish."
"Hank, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be with you, right?" .
He grinned, obviously thinking of the pleasures of showering with a slender young girl. She pushed a hand up his back as if to show him how nice it might be. He jerked his head then.
"I'm probably crazy to risk it, but okay. You'd sure as hell better not try anything."
She went with him down the hall to his room. She folded her clothes neatly on the bed while Hank undressed, taking time to watch her nakedness revealed. She was blushing by the time they both were naked. His eyes glinted like he might be thinking of how her tight cunt had felt around the swollen head of his cock. But she pulled him towards the bathroom and adjusted the spray as he stepped in. He'd made sure the door was closed and locked. She knew that he figured she couldn't get it open before he would be able to grab her. So Hank still wasn't taking any chances.
"Here, let me soap you," she said, trembling at the sight of his cock. It was only half erect, but even so, it was bigger than Billy's slender prick. She rubbed her hands on the bar of soap until they were frothy-white with suds. Then she smeared them across his chest and back.
"Lower," Hank said, smiling at her. His blond hair was damp now, hanging down over his forehead and ears. She teased him a little by making a pass with her palm over his ass.
"Are you going to take me out?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Any place away from here. It's like being in a prison to stay in that room all the time."
"Sure it is. That's the only way I can be sure to keep you."
Susan let her long fingers stray a bit further. It was like playing with explosives to even think of handling Hank's cock. He might grab her and really stick it in her! All the way in her. Even taking him one inch deep had made her hole sore. But the tingling was strong now, like an insistent, sexual pulse. She rubbed her mound against his thigh and cupped her palm under his heavy-hanging balls.
"Hey, that's nice. I guess they need soaping too."
"They're heavy. And hot." She let her touching become more intimate. She fondled each slippery egg, letting them slid through her fingers, letting the soap foam up around his cock hair. And by now his prick had stiffened and pointed upward.
Susan clasped her fingers around it and began to massage the lather into Hank's flesh. He groaned, letting her squeeze his foreskin where a patch of blue tip peeked out. She stretched the protective sheath back then, soaping his tip gently, remembering how sensitive a man was there. Yes, she had learned a few things since Hank had made her his captive. Maybe he didn't realize just how many things she had learned.
"Man, that's about too much to take!" he gasped.
"God, you're so hard! You've got a nice cock." Susan wasn't lying. As scared as she was of that oversized thing, it did have a nice shape. The head was streamlined looking with the foreskin peeled away. It throbbed as she tightened her fingers around it. It was like squeezing a ripe plum. Her soapy hand slipped over the velvety surface and Hank gasped loudly.
"That's about enough, I guess."
"Oh, why don't you enjoy yourself?"
"But if you don't stop, I'm gonna ... "
"Then go ahead. I'll bet you've never done it quite like this before, have you?"
Susan had quickened her movements. She squeezed and jacked him, letting the soap cover his cock and balls completely. She even teased her other hand up between the crack of the big man's ass. Playing her soapy fingertips across his asshole while she squeezed and caressed his throbbing cock made his knees shake. She realized that she had hopes of escaping. If she could work this big oaf just right, he'd falter sooner or later. Then she'd be gone.
"Ohhhh baby doll," he groaned, pumping his hips. He held on to a towel rack for support as his cock stiffened. The head grew very fat, very hot in her fingers. Susan watched the tempo of his pulse increase. She could count the throbs at the tip against her squeezing palm.
Susan was surprised when Hank pushed his hand down her belly and curved his finger up under her hot, swollen mound. As her outer lips opened for the big man's middle finger, she groaned and sagged against him. Her jacking movements faltered a bit as he forced his fingertip upward into the fevered softness of her pussy.
A thrilling shiver went through Susan's body. She squeezed hard, watching Hank's cock head pulse and grow a darker shade of blue. He groaned a little, but hadn't forgotten what he was doing to her. Slowly, teasingly, Hank fingerfucked her. Susan could feel every inch of it! She could feel her tight, hot hole squeezing down around his knuckles. It was juicy and slippery in there and though her muscles were tensed around the invading shape, Hank didn't have any trouble working his finger in and out. The friction brought shuddery pleasure to her. She had forgotten his big prick and when she remembered and looked down, her thumb and forefinger strangled Hank's shaft just behind his cockhead.
"Ohhh, it looks so big!" she panted, releasing her grip. A stream of white burst upward from his tip. Some of it clung to Susan's wet belly, some was washed off by the warm shower spray. She moved her thin fingers up and down rapidly, feeling Hank's finger doing the same inside her hole. She spasmed quickly, the thrills coming so hard and fast that she could hardly continue the up-and-down movements of her fist.
"Uhhhhh, I'm coming!" With pleasure-glazed eyes she watched the big man's cum jump into the air. She was pumping him rapidly, milking the hot sap out of his cock. She could smell it now and as it oozed down over her fingers it gave a funny thrill. She was remembering how it had been in her mouth. The desire to taste some again shocked her. She'd never thought that she actually wanted something so slimy to taste. But she was coming and her hole was exploding with hot tickles, her breath a series of gasps.
"Whhhhhhuuuhhhh," Susan moaned, her eyes fixed on the jumping white fountain of Hank's cum. Without thinking, she lowered her head. Her soft lips pressed against his cock. As the hot jism burst into her mouth, she sucked noisily. What was wrong with her? She couldn't seem to control herself. She actually wanted to eat that rich fluid. She wanted to feel it jetting upwards from the huge knob of Hank's cock. She worked her tongue against him as she held his shaft with both hands now. And all the time his finger speared her, pulled back, speared and pulled back. Her cunt tightened in one last radiant spasm of ecstasy.
Shocked by her own behavior, Susan pulled her lips away from the head of his cock. She looked up into Hank's grinning face.
"So you like that stuff, do you?"
"Of course not, I just ... I don't know why I ... " She blushed and squirmed her hips. That big finger was still gouging against her velvety cunt. She could hardly stand it, it felt so good.
"Can you do it twice?"
"What?"
"Can you come twice?" His finger eased up over her clit, slipped down her crevice and once more plunged deep into the juicy fever of her insides. She squirmed down against his touching, her ass plunging forward and back.
"Feels so good! So darned good!"
Hank picked her up easily. He fit her thighs over the tops of his shoulders and pulled her open pussy against his mouth. Straining backwards, Susan lifted her loins to his mouth. She did all this in a half-conscious delirium. She needed that itch to be scratched some more. It was driving her insane to even move. But she couldn't stop, either. Hank's mouth opened and she watched as he pulled her entire mound between his teeth. His tongue flicked. His lips squeezed softly against her quivering flesh. She was all swollen down there. Every square centimeter was alive with sensitized nerve endings. The lightest suction, the smallest caress seemed to be amplified to an exhilarating level of pleasure. She rocked her hips, plunged her ass. Hank ate her with tender slowness, his teeth gouging against her clit now, his hands digging into her white bottom.
Susan leaned back as Hank devoured her young, dripping pussy. His mouth seemed almost a part of her now! She wallowed the blood-swollen folds of her crevice against him. She could feel the in-and-out stabbing of his tongue as it sent her into a screaming, frenzied climax. She'd done it! She'd come twice!
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, Hank, I'm weak as a kitten."
He was holding her against his chest again, letting the shower wash the soap and cum off her flesh. She was carried from the bathroom and tossed gently onto a bed. She opened her eyes to see Hank's drooping cock, a string of white dangling from it. The cum dropped off. She tried to get control of her breathing. She felt guilty and confused. She'd only wanted to make Hank forget about everything but sex. And she'd been the one who'd ended up with his cum in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against her teeth. Yes, she could still taste it. Then Hank kissed her hard.
"If I could get it up again, I'd fuck you right here on the bed."
"No! I ... I can't even think straight." Susan was trembling, the pleasure of her climax still throbbing inside her.
"You said you wanted to go out for a change How about a drive-in?"
Susan was too exhausted to reply. Coming twice was hard on a young girl like her.
"I guess I can use that old chain that's been lying around," Hank said. Susan didn't dare tell him that Billy had used it on her more than once already. And now that Hank seemed so eager to take her to the drive-in movie, she wasn't so sure she wanted to go. What did he mean to do with her there? He left to go put his clothes on. Susan couldn't bring herself to move. Not until she heard Hank unlocking her door again. He was grinning, the chain and small padlock in one big hand.
"You going to put on a dress, or do you want me to drag you to the movie stark naked?"
"I'll get a dress on," she said, staggering up.
"And just leave the panties off," Hank said. "You won't be needing any."