Chapter 4
Herman let her have it.
"Which time do I want you to tell me about!" he repeated. "You're really something, aren't you? You're not ashamed of the fact that it happened once, and you sit there and admit to me it happened more than once. You talk like you're proud of it."
"No," she said, "Jimmy's the one that was proud of it. If it wasn't for him and his big mouth I wouldn't even be here and neither would he, the little shit ass!"
"What do you mean by that?" Herman questioned. "Start talking, honey, and tell me the whole goddamned story. How many times did you fool with the kid, anyway?"
"Just twice," she replied, "but the folks only know about the last time. When I tried to tell them about the first time, Dad took his belt off and said if I said another word he'd beat the shit out of me.
She grabbed an ashtray and, fishing a cigarette from her purse, lit up without even asking permission to smoke. Herman would normally have raised hell with anyone for doing that in his office, but he was so interested in hearing the details of her case that he ignored her bad manners and motioned for her to get on with the story. She took a long drag, brushed a thick lock of raven-black hair from her eyes, and leaned forward in her chair.
The first time anything ever happened between her and Jimmy, she told him, it had been about two weeks ago. The second and last time had been the previous Sunday afternoon. Some boys a couple of grades ahead of him in school began teasing him about her, asking him who she went out with and "other personal things" about her.
"What 'personal things,' do you mean?" asked Herman. "There's nothing so terrible about asking who you dated, is there?"
But she said it didn't stop with just that. "They asked him if he had ever seen me naked," Rosalie said. "Wanted to know if I ever told him stuff I did on my dates and if I'd ever let anybody do it to me.
"Wanted to know if you let anybody do what to you?" pressed Herman, ever alert to force a smutty word. "This isn't Sunday school, honey, so don't try to talk like a kid."
"They wanted to know if I'd ever let anybody lay me," she said, a little subdued. She was beginning to see that the man was going to be rough with her.
"Wanted to know if you .ever had a prick in your pants, uh?" said Herman. He loved saying the words in front of her and watching her surprise.
She blinked her eyes. "Well, if you want to say it that way, yes."
"What's the difference, honey?" he retorted. "A fuck is a fuck no matter what you call it, right?" He lingered over the words fuck, purposefully enjoying making her hear them.
She went on, more hurriedly now. She tried to pretend that it hadn't meant anything to her to hear him say such words to her, but he knew damned well she was bluffing. He was certain she was somewhat embarrassed even if she managed not to show as much as a younger girl might.
Jimmy had asked her one day what she did on dates, she told Herman, and the question made her mad. She told him it was none of his business what she did and added that even if she told him, he was too young to understand. This, in turn, made Jimmy mad. From then on he kept trying to overhear her phone conversation with boys and a couple of times even tried to sneak a look into her room.
"He was trying to catch me with my clothes off," Rosalie said. "The stuff those older kids had been asking him made him start thinking about me more."
One night he waited up and caught her and her boyfriend smoking grass in the car. When she came in and went to her room, he confronted her with what he'd seen and threatened to tell their parents unless she agreed to do what he wanted.
"And what was that?" asked Herman.
"He wanted to see ... part of me naked," she said, crushing out the cigarette and lighting another.
"A little blackmail, huh?"
"Yeah, the little creep. He made me show everything from the waist up," she complained.
"A look at your tits, huh? You have to admit you have a pretty big pair on you, honey, for a sixteen-year-old," said Herman. "If they're real, that is."
She was immediately offended. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she snapped, "They're real all right, mister. You wouldn't catch me dead wearing a set of falsies. Humphhh! The only chicks that do that are the ones that don't have nothing to show."
Rosalie had agreed to let him see, but only for a few seconds. She let Jimmy stay in her room and watch her take off her blouse. She unstrapped her bra and let them spring out. Then she ran him out of her room and went to sleep.
"The little creep knew what a sound sleeper I am," she went on. "After I went to sleep, he sneaked back with a little pinhole flashlight. When I woke up a few minutes later he was sitting on the edge of my bed with the covers pulled up and was touching me with his hands. Heck, if he hadn't done that he could have looked at me all night long without me waking up-he would have seen plenty, too, 'cause when it's warm I don't even wear panties to bed, much less pajamas or a gown like most girls do."
Herman was visualizing the scene. His cock was waking up inside his pants and starting to move.
"Where did he touch you?" he insisted.
"Right here," Rosalie said, brushing her hand across the front of her bulging blouse. "All over, too, not just on the ends of 'em. He was working 'em over good."
"Working what over good, damn it!" Herman demanded.
She looked at him with fire in her eyes but she knew she had to cooperate, no matter how personal he got.
"My ... my tits, then, if you're gonna make me talk like that!" she retorted.
A self-satisfied smile appeared on his face. Now he had her going, and before it was over he was going to have her saying a hell of a lot more than that.
"Feeling you up, was he?" said Herman. "Going after you with both hands. It didn't exactly pain you any, I'll bet, did it? I'll bet it even felt pretty good if you'd admit it."
"It did not" she rapped back, furious. "Are you kidding? Why he ... he's way too young to know how to do it right. He's too dumb to know how a girl likes to feel it. That's why I did what I did. I wanted to teach him a lesson. I grabbed him before he could get away and asked him just what the heck he thought he was doing.
"I told him since he was so curious, to just sit still and I'd show him something to look at. I yanked his pajamas down below his peter and balls, and told him to play with his ownself and look at that if he wanted to see something. It shook him up plenty too-just like I intended. He was real embarrassed. He didn't have a sign of any hair on his balls and his peter was, you know, real little, like all kids' are.
"He knew he couldn't yell for the folks, 'cause then he'd have to explain what he was doing in my room in the first place. It was him in the wrong, not me, and he knew it. I was so mad at him I wanted to really shame him. So I grabbed his little peter in my hand and started playing with it. If he'd been a regular guy it would've, you know, gotten big and everything. But he's such a kid, and was so surprised to have me do it, that it just stayed limp as a noodle. Scared him half to death, I think."
She shifted in the chair, taking another drag off the cigarette, and Herman felt his cock respond to the sensuous view opened up by the movement. In addition to seeing a long way up her bare legs, he could also see an incredibly large portion of one of her fine, smooth-skinned tits.
"Jimmy yanked away," she continued, apparently unaware of how much of herself was showing to Herman's attentive gaze, "and dashed back to his bedroom. That's all that happened the first time. After my mom caught us ... well, doing what we were doing the second time, she refused to even listen to me about the first time. She wouldn't believe there even was another time. And of course, Jimmy wasn't about to tell."
"And just what did happen the second time, if you please?" Herman said, his voice steely.
"Not what he says," she passionately ex claimed. "He's making out like it was me that started everything, me that-"
"His version's in the report," Herman interrupted her, "So tell me what you claim happened."
His eyes surveyed her lush curves more and more openly every minute, but she still showed no sign of noticing. He let one hand fall softly to his crotch, out of her vision, and tendered a touch to the hard lump that now rammed up against the straining material of his suit pants.
"I had been out that afternoon on a date with a guy," she continued, "and after we went for a swim I had him bring me home. It was Saturday and I had a date with a different guy that night so I had to get ready. The folks were over at my aunt's house and I thought they'd taken Jimmy with them."
"How about that afternoon swimming date, though, honey-slow down a minute," Herman broke in. "Was swimming all you did with him, or did you maybe let him-"
"I certainly did not!" fumed the girl. "I didn't let him do anything at all. You're just like my parents ... always thinking the very worst thing-"
It was his turn to interrupt. "Come off it, honey," he demanded. "You trying to tell me a girl your age with a figure like you've got has never taken cock from anybody? Shit! With a set of jugs like you've got under that fucking blouse of yours, and that fine ass you swing around, I know damned good and well you must have had plenty of opportunities!"
When he finished, she realized that his eyes were boring a hole down the front of her scoop-neck blouse and up the barely adequate cover of her short skirt. She huffily recrossed her legs, and self-consciously shifted the position of the blouse. But there was no disguising the fleeting expression in her eyes that told him she had been far more complimented than offended by his rude staring. She patted the blouse delicately against her chest for a few seconds before taking her cigarette in hand again.
She had meant to render herself more "ladylike" by the gesture, but it seemed to him that underneath the facade of modesty she had gotten a charge out of teasing him a little. The fluttering motion of her fingers across her plump blouse front seemed to be saying, "Don't you wish you could have your hands where mine are, you dirty old man, so you could get a nice feel of my tits?"
His question about her virginity was still hot in her ears. She successfully avoided answering it by plunging back into what happened between her and Jimmy. She said she took a long hot bath as soon as she arrived home from her swimming date. She had sand in her hair and had to give herself a shampoo.
I'd like to give you a shampoo, baby, Herman thought to himself, right in the crotch. I'd give your cunt hair a good washing and wash what's underneath it with my tongue!
Unaware of how depraved his thoughts were at that very moment, and of the fact that he was sitting with his hand firmly kneading the big lump under his pants, Rosalie continued.
After the long hot bath, she felt relaxed and even a little drowsy. She had time for a nap before her date that night, so she slipped on her robe and lay across her bed. But the sun made her room much too hot to be comfortable in the daytime, so she got up and went to Jimmy's room. It was located at the rear of the house and was much cooler, and she knew he and her parents wouldn't be home 'til well after she was out on her date.
Or so she thought. She learned all too soon that although her parents were gone, Jimmy had been allowed to go to an afternoon movie. She believed she had been asleep less than a half hour before he came home and found her, freshly bathed and half naked-her robe had fallen loose-as she sprawled across his bed.
Herman could see she was especially nervous about the next part of her story. Finally she said, "You know how a person can have dreams that ... well, funny dreams that are ... that are more than just dreams?"
He knew very well what she was working so hard to get across without having to say it, but he wanted to enjoy her embarrassment. He wanted to make it as hard as possible for the little prickteasing slut.
"So you had a dream that made you laugh?" he suggested, tongue firmly in cheek. "Is that it?" His pretension of ignorance about what she really meant made her all the more ill at ease. She had a strong suspicion he was simply toying with her. But there was nothing she could do about it.
"No," she said, "not that kind of 'funny'-I mean weird-funny. Like ... like something was really happening to you, even though it's really only a dream."
She looked at him for acknowledgement, but he refused to give in. He was looking at her with an outright lecherous expression on his face now, and she imagined she could feel the heat of eyes on her breasts and thighs even though they were covered.
He was going to force her to be more explicit, she realized. There was no way out. She lowered her eyes and stared at a spot on the floor.
"What I mean is a dream that makes you think somebody's ... doing something to you. That somebody's feeling you up. They really aren't, it's only in the dream that it's happening, but it makes you ... you know, makes you get hot ... " her voice trailed off.
"A wet dream," Herman commented enthusiastically, "that's what you mean, isn't it? Sure I know what you're talking about, honey. Everybody has a dream like that once in a while. Maybe a girl doesn't get actually as wet from one as a boy does," he said, smiling lecherously at her, "but girls sure do have them sometimes. Gets that little pussy all worked up just like some guy was right there in bed with you fingering you, doesn't it?"
For all of Rosalie's vim and vigor, hearing things this intimate from the man made her flush with shame. He apparently knew all too well what she was talking about. Without looking up from the floor, she acknowledged the truth of what he had said by a couple of quick, nervous nods of her head.
"Okay," he went on, "I've got the picture. You were lying there on Jimmy's bed with your cunt all juiced up from the dream you were having-then what?"
"Then Jimmy came home from the movie and saw me. I ... he says my robe was all messed up, that it was loose and ... uh ... open quite a bit ... that he could see darned near everything I had. I guess it was like he says, I don't know. I was just asleep, that's all. I was just all the way asleep."
"Yeah, yeah," Herman said, "you were asleep. Then what? Did Jimmy like what he saw? Did he get on the bed with you and start in on you or did you wake up first?"
The horny little bitch! The real truth, he thought to himself, was that she was lying there awake. Awake and finger-fucking herself more than likely. And she was probably so hot and gushy between the legs that her mind wasn't concerned with a damned thing except bringing herself off. Jesus-how he'd like to have been the one to come upon her lying there half naked and ready for action!
"No," she protested, "I didn't wake up for a long time after he found me there. He ... he got on the bed and sat there for a while just looking at me-the little Peeping Tom!-then finally he began to feel me up. At least that was what he told me later. Remember, I was asleep all that time. All I know is what he told me afterward."
She was so definite on that point Herman was now even more convinced she was lying about it. She was probably so worked up when Jimmy discovered her that she welcomed his attentions, he thought. He would have bet a thousand dollars that she'd been diddling herself and heard him coming barely soon enough to keep him from catching her at it.
"Like I say, I was having this dream," she repeated for the umpteenth time, "and I guess I was ... I don't know, moving around some on the bed. At least that's what Jimmy claims. You know, just ... just restless, I guess. Restless from the dream I was having and twisting and turning. Darn, you know how a ... a wet dream makes a person feel!" She adopted his term, hoping in some vague way it might please him and make him go easier with her.
'Restless' my ass! Herman thought to himself. She was restless, all right .., restless to have a big hard prick ramming that hot little cunt of hers! And 'moving around' on the bed. Shit, I'll bet she was jabbing her fingers in that wet little hole so damned fast that her ass was moving back and forth like a bobbin!
"Keep talking, honey," he said. Dare he take his cock out where he could get to it? God, how he wanted to rip it out of his pants and jack it 'til he shot off! No, too risky ... too risky-the girl was too old to monkey around with like he'd done with the little seven-year-old. He'd have to control himself ... have to be satisfied with pumping it a little through his pants.
"Well, I started waking up," she said. Her face was red as a beet now, and Herman got the impression it wasn't caused simply by embarrassment. It seemed that she was getting aroused from the memory of what happened. "I started waking up, but I didn't realize exactly what was happening.
I ... I thought I was still dreaming ... that Jimmy was someone else-the person in my dream. Honest! I swear I didn't know it was my little brother on the bed with me! I'd have slapped his face for him good if I'd been completely awake and realized what the little creep was doing."
"And what was he doing, goddamn it," exclaimed Herman. "Quit beating around the bush and spit it out!"
"He was rubbing his hands all over my tits and feeling under my robe for more," she cried, "that's what!"
"More what, you dumb little bitch," pressed Herman. "Did he think there was another tit under there, besides those two big bozos on your chest?"
She was incensed at his ridiculous joke, now, as well as embarrassed about having to tell everything. "No, gosh darn it!" she cried. "He was trying to find ... he was trying to find my pussy, if you must know!"
"And? " urged Herman.
"And he ... he did," she continued, still upset. "He ran his hand down my stomach and slapped his palm right over it. I kind of ... kind of locked my legs on it when he did that. 'Cause I still wasn't really awake. I was still so drowsy and half asleep I thought it was all just part of my dream."
"Felt good then, didn't it?" he asked, his voice aggressive and pushy. "You liked having him grab it, didn't you?"
"Well sure," she blubbered, "sure it felt good. My gosh, just so far as the feeling goes, any girl would like it. Any girl would like to have a dream where she thought some guy was playing with her pussy-as long as she didn't know it was really her brother doing it, and that it wasn't really a dream at all!"
"You clamped your legs together on it, huh?" repeated Herman. "And hunched it, too, I'll bet, didn't you? Didn't you hunch that hot little box against his hand?"
Now she was really flustered. But she was also very much into the story. "I guess," she admitted. "I guess maybe I did, I don't know." She had stopped smoking now altogether and had her legs tight together and her hands clasped together in her lap. "Anyway, he had me that way-one hand on my pussy and the other on one of my tits-"
She stopped momentarily and glanced down at her chest as if trying to remember which one it was, then raised her eyes and raced on.
"-and I rolled over on my side where I could get my arms around him. I was awfully ... uh ... excited, by then ... and I just wanted it to keep on going. I could feel his squeezing my tits against his chest once I turned on my side toward him. I ... I hugged him back. Hard. I ran my hands over his butt and even ... I even-remember, now, I was still dreaming and a long way from being awake when I did all this-"
"Yeah, okay," said Herman impatiently. "And what did you 'even' do?"
"I ran my hands under his belt and put my hand on his peter," she went, her words coming faster as she relived the experience. "I unzipped his pants and-you know, just pulled it out of his shorts. He made a real funny noise. Kinda scaredlike ... scared but also-well, he liked it. I know that much. He liked it a lot, me taking it out like that.
"It was little but it sure was hard. Wow, it was hard as a handlebar on a bike! He ... he didn't know what to do with it. I jacked it some for him ... he kept squeezing my pussy ... I showed him how to get into it-he didn't even know, he'd just been gripping the hairy part without even trying to stick in a finger-"
"And you were still not awake, not even by then?" Herman demanded of her. "You mean to tell me you were still asleep and thought you were dreaming?"
But now she ignored him completely. She talked right on, lickety-split, her words running on as though he hadn't even spoken. And what she was saying was so exciting he wasn't about to stop her.
"-face on my shoulder," she was saying, Herman having missed a few words, "and started kissing me, first on my collarbone and then on my neck and then on my face ... I kissed him in the ear and he went wild. Moved his mouth all over my face and neck, then down toward my tits. I was real sweaty by then. His lips just seemed to slide down over a nipple without either one of us doing anything. I turned over on my back and he stayed with me.
"I spread wide open and manuevered his finger into my pussy, then pulled it out after a minute 'cause I was so hot. I needed more than just his finger in me. I frigged his peter for him and he really dug it. As I frigged it, I moved myself underneath it and scooted around 'til my pussy hairs were touching the end of it. Then I grabbed his butt and pulled him down into me. Jeez-his peter may have been small, but I was so hot from all the playing around we'd done that it felt fantastic to have it in there where I needed it. Jimmy didn't need any help after that ... he took right to it-just kept pounding my pussy like crazy.
"My robe was all the way off by then. I was lying on it and he was dogging his knees into it as he crammed in the peter ... whew ... he kept kissing my tits and squeezing me tight just like he'd been fucking all his life."
Rosalie was so hot she scarcely noticed her easy use of the "forbidden word." She was hunched forward in the chair with her legs so tightly clamped together it almost seemed that she was getting herself off. A tiny rivulet of sweat ran down her cheek and there were damp spots all over her thin clothes, especially under her arms and on her upper legs.
"He kept fucking me and sucking my nipples like that until I thought I'd go crazy. He isn't old enough to shoot a wad yet, so he didn't know when to quit. Darn, he just kept feeding it to me, on and on, 'til I-"
Herman had resisted the building pressure too long. It got the better of him at last. He stood up behind his desk and pointed an accusing finger at the girl, breaking into the conversation with such force that she shut her mouth in awe.
" 'I'll you came," he hissed, his voice mean and dirty. "He kept popping it to you 'til you came, didn't you, you scummy little whore-that's what happened, isn't it? And that's when your mom and dad showed up and caught you, right?"
His words dazed her. "They came in and found us ... yes, that's when they came into the room," she said, her voice weak. "But Jimmy lied! He did. He lied-told 'em he was lying in his room reading and I came in and made him do everything. They wouldn't believe me ... it was his room, so they wouldn't believe me."
"Forget about that," he spat. "I'll see to it you don't get sent away for it. I'll make out a good report on you. Right now there's something more important. You know fucking well what I'm talking about, don't you?"
She turned her head aside. She still sat tense, her thighs pressed together and her arms folded over her burgeoning tits. She did know what he was referring to but she couldn't stand to admit it. She hated him for letting her get so worked up and then taking advantage of her.
"Look at me when I talk to you, you dirty little slut!" he cried, leaning over the desk toward her.
"You're sitting there so goddamned hot to be fucked you're about to explode, aren't you? That's what's wrong with you. You're thinking about that day with Jimmy, and you're wishing he had been older so he could have unloaded a big gob of hot cream into that hot young cunt of yours!"
It terrified her to have him say such things ... things that were true. She hated him for knowing how desperately she needed to be worked on this very minute.
Her face was sullen, but behind that mask she was hungry for a cock. Her turncoat little brother, any of the boys she dated ... she would have taken on any one of them. Her cunt throbbed beneath the tight, dampened crotch of her panties.
"No," she lied, "no, that's not true. That's awful! Why are you saying such terrible things to me? Leave me alone. Please. Let me go home. I ... promise I'll never-I mean that nothing will ever happen again with Jimmy."
But when she raised her eyes, pleading, and looked at her persecutor, she was filled with new fear. He wasn't answering her at all, he was ignoring her pleas. And-my gosh, how could he do such a thing right there in the office?-he was walking around the desk and unbuckling his belt as he came!
"I'll let you go, all right," he said, his voice hoarse with desire for her. "I'll let you go after I give you what you need, honey! Raise your skirt and show me those damned panties. I'll bet they're wet as a mop."
It had finally happened in spite of his best efforts to hold himself back. Now he was determined to bury his cock in her crotch, come hell or high water.