Chapter 5
Johnny was watching me. I knew that he knew I wasn't my usual self. It was supposed to be the time of year when everybody got loose and goofed off. Summer. No school. I didn't even have a job to bug me. But I had something else. I had Julian in my thoughts so thick that I couldn't remember my own name half the time.
"You seen Kristine around lately?" he asked. He was working in the library at the college for the summer. Dad had got him the job.
"No, not since she was with some cowboy."
"Cowboy, huh?" Johnny pretended to be reading the sports section. I knew he was wondering about Kristine's private life. He folded the paper finally and finished his coffee. He was big for nineteen, tall and well-built and good-looking. If I'd been Kristine, I sure wouldt've given him a second look. But then that was her business. Johnny took a last gulp of coffee and swung out the door, his long hair flopping over his collar.
I was alone. Mom was shopping, dad was at work. But I wasn't alone either. I was feeling Julian again. Pressed up against my body. Touching me, kissing me, loving me. Oh how I wanted to see him. I knew I couldn't wait as long as I should.
I walked through the house, my nighty billowing out around my ankles. The slide of the sheer material against my nakedness did things to me that it hadn't ever done before. My nipples were pushing out the front of it. I could see the dark-brown fingers just under the nylon. And when I pushed a palm up over one, my whole body shuddered with the electric pleasure.
Panting, I went upstairs. I would dress and go out somewhere and try and get my mind off Julian until it was time to see him again. What had he said? Next week is what he'd told me. It was next week! And he hadn't so much as called. Of course he would be afraid of getting my mom or dad. Or maybe my brother. But he could say he'd call back. Oh, I was going crazy. I longed to go down to The Pink Cadillac and wait till he had time to at least talk to me. But I wasn't sure that would please Julian. I didn't want to make him angry with me.
I went in the bathroom and stood before the full-length mirror. What did Julian see in me? It was funny that now I could see myself differently. Some of the things about my body I'd taken for granted before seemed more important. I was seeing them in a new light. Like my tits. Julian had gone on about them. Just the way he'd caressed them with his hands, sucked them with his mouth. . . I knew he thought of them differently than I had in the past. I undid the tie of my nighty and let it fall open. They were pretty big, all right!
Gingerly I pushed a fingertip against one swollen nipple. It pushed back and a thrill ran through my belly and down under my cunt-mound. Juice began to seep. I rocked my hips to make a slight friction and a low moan escaped my throat. With a hand under each tit, I lifted them slightly. The pull of the flesh from my chest made me tremble. They
were heavy! And the feel of them was like no other part of my body. They were soft . . . but firm, too. When I stood on tiptoes and then dropped hard onto my heels, the tit-flesh jiggled like only that part of my body could. Now I noticed that my belly was sucking deep under my ribcase as I breathed faster. My glance stopped at my cunt. The dark strip of hair that curved under and out of sight. Julian had pressed his cock into all that hair and the cunt-lips had parted around his rod and .....
"Ohhhhhh! Julian!"
I didn't even think about it when I picked up that shampoo bottle. It was long and round and slender, with a funny-shaped cap. But I had it and I had a bottle of hand lotion, too. I hurried to my room and shut the door. Then I fell backwards on the bed, my nightgown fluttering back and open to expose my curves. The lotion made a slurpy sound as I squeezed some out onto the glass bottle. It was just about the right size. I was breathing hard now. I knew what I wanted to feel. If I imagined hard enough, maybe ....
"Hnnnnnn!" It tickled my hole as I pushed. It was so cold! But I didn't have time to run hot water on it or anything. My pussy was flooding juice and the cunt-lips had peeled back when I'd pulled my heels up the bed. My knees were bent sharply and flopped back so that I could get to my hole better. The bottle slid in my cunt a few inches. I worked it back and forth, my face to one side, eyes closed tightly as I tried to imagine Julian. His lovely, hot cock. Fucking me slowly, tantalizingly.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Julian!"
But the glass was too smooth, too slick. I wallowed it around so that I could feel something. Even my cunt seemed to know it wasn't real. It wasn't tightening and clasping around this thing like it had around Julian's prick. I plunged it deep, as deep as it would fit. There was a pressure deep, deep inside me. I guess I had reached the very end of my cunt! I wiggled the bottle around. It felt good, but it wasn't making me go crazy like Julian's cock had.
"Damn..." Already I'd broken my promise to myself. I hadn't wanted to touch my own body . . . not after Julian had touched it. After his lovemaking, I felt that my flesh was kind of sacred somehow. Well, now I'd ruined that little dream. And I still wasn't coming close to satisfying the consuming hunger inside.
I fingered my clit roughly and felt it rising sluggishly from the soft, drenched pussy-tissues surrounding it. I rubbed and pinched it until it was almost as firm as one of my nipples. My heart pounded faster now. I was getting turned on. But it was a second-rate imitation of what Julian had done.
Finally I swung my legs off the bed and got up. I put the bottle and hand lotion back in the bathroom. Then I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to get dressed. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to see Julian. Just a touch of his hand would excite me more than the finger-fucking I might do for the next year.
I chose a lacy white dress my mother had given me almost a year before. It was a little too short for the styles now, but I had always liked the way it showed off my knees. I had nice knees. They weren't too bony and not too plump. I chose my sexiest pair of sandals and got them tied around my ankles. Kristine had a pair just like them. Actually I'd bought mine after seeing hers. Kristine had good taste. Thinking of my friend made me smile. Maybe I'd stop by and see her after going to Julian's shop. Maybe I could even find the nerve to tell her what had happened. That I was in love with Julian.
I brushed my hair until it shone. I thought of putting on some makeup but let it go. If Julian liked me, he liked me for what I was. And at sixteen I didn't really know how to use makeup yet. Maybe he would teach me. Oh, how I loved him!
Julian was in the back of his shop, waiting on another customer when I came in. Miss Jones, his salesgirl, asked if she could help me. I told her I was just looking around. I pretended to be looking through the racks as I worked my way back. Julian gave me a quick smile and kept on talking to his customer. At last she found something she wanted and he went up front to make the sale. When he came back to where I waited, he had a funny expression.
"I can't really see you today, Valerie. I'm pretty busy." He shrugged. "It's hard to talk in the shop like this."
"I just had to see you!" I circled my arms around his back and pulled myself close. I could tell it had an effect on him. I could smell his cologne and feel the heat through his expensive shirt. "Nobody can see us back here. Kiss me, Julian. Just once! I'm going crazy, darling!"
Julian held my face and kissed me. I gave him as much of my mouth as I knew how, moaning softly at the wet, slick rub of his lips against mine. I knew it was useless to make out there in The Pink Cadillac. But my cunt was surging and seeping juice and I felt the hunger so strongly!
I slipped a hand down his belly. . . down, down. He didn't like it when I searched out the thick, long shape in his pants. I squeezed his cock daringly and began to kiss his neck and face. I was crazy with want. Julian began to breathe harder. I prayed that he felt what I felt.
"Do something to me!" I pleaded in hot whispers against his ear. "Do something, please, Julian. I have to have it! You changed me the other night... forever."
I'd never talked like that in my life. I was shameless. And I knew that the stories I'd read about being in love were at least partly true. I couldn't think of my own pride. I could only think of us together. Me and Julian. Julian and me.
"Not here . . ."
"Yesssss!
He tried to escape my lips, but I found them and kissed him deeply. My tongue pushed against his and at last he sucked it hard. His fingers were searching up my bare thighs, up the backs of them.
Then he felt the edge of my lace panties and his breathing went crazy. I gasped happily as his touch deepened and he kneaded the plump firmness of my ass-cheeks. Then he was prying the damp nylon crotchpiece to one side. I shivered like a feverish child. His finger edged the furred cunt-lips and then he plunged one of them up into the silky, slick heat of my hole.
"Uhnnnnnn!" My head flopped weakly against his shoulder. He finger-fucked me slowly. Ohhh, he could do it so much better than I could. I kissed his ear. "Fuck me, Julian. I'm begging you! I want it right now! I think I'll go crazy if I can't have it."
"Listen, Valerie, listen to me!" He glanced towards the front of the store. I didn't give a damn where Miss Jones was. "Valerie, you're sixteen years old. I'm in my thirties. If we were discovered doing what we're doing, I'd be finished in this town. I think I made that clear the other night. We have to be more careful." He stopped moving his finger in my cunt so I would listen. "My concern is for you, what it would do to you if the truth came out."
"I don't care."
"Come back in a few minutes. Miss Jones will be gone for lunch and I'll lock the shop up. But for Christ sake, come in the alley entrance."
When I went out the front door, Miss Jones looked at me in a strange way. I couldn't tell if she suspected something or not. My mind was a muddle of half-begun sensations, of want so strong I could taste it. I went to the drugstore across the street and ordered a Coke and waited. When Miss Jones came out the front of The Fink Cadillac, I paid my check and hurried to the alley like Julian had told me to. He opened the back door and shut and locked it behind me.
"Ohhh, Julian!" I tore at the front of his pants. He seemed suprised at my eagerness.
"I didn't know you were..." He stopped and petted my head. "I mean, you were so quiet before. And shy, too."
"I don't know what happened," I gasped. I had his pants down and my hands trembled as I searched inside his shorts. I found his prick and pulled it out.
"Not back here . . . come on . . ."
I followed him to a dressing booth. He pulled me inside and closed the door and latched it. I was sitting on the little seat, his cock level with my face. Julian smiled and widened his stance before me.
His hands were gentle, but they guided my mouth even with the pulsing, bluish tip of his prick. Of course I'd talked about such things with Kristine. I guess all girls talked about how it might feel to give a blow-job or how weird it might be. But now this was real. My love wanted me to suck his cock!
I was panting, looking at the heavy, dark crown. A tiny droplet of something hung at the tip. Julian stroked the skin of the shaft and the droplet shivered and fell. Then he made a sound in his throat and gently urged his hand against the back of my neck. I tried not to think. I just parted my lips and let them ride over the dry, taut skin of his cock-head. My spit quickly slickened it so that it glided along my tongue. Then I stroked the lumpy bottom of the shaft and Julian's belly heaved. I stroked again, not knowing what I was doing. Whether it was right or wrong. But Julian's sounds seemed right. I made my tongue into a curved trough and shoved it back and forth, experimenting. I was still feeling faint from the newness of my experience, the fact that a man's cock was inside my mouth. It wasn't as easy to smother those kind of thoughts as I'd imagined.
"Yeah . . .like that. . ."
Julian caressed my neck and shoulders. There I was on my knees in a changing booth in his boutique. Sucking Julian's cock! Again my head swam with uncertainty. Maybe this wasn't the right way for a girl to act. Even if she was in love.
"Wow.. . Valerie, that's nice. . . don't stop, honey. . ."
The spit crackled at the corners of my mouth. I sucked air through my nose. I was dying for him to fuck me! But I didn't want to do the wrong thing at the wrong time. The spongy rub of his cock between my lips was getting me hot now that I was used to the strangeness of it all. In fact, I was starting to like it more than I'd believed I would've been able to. This was love, wasn't it? Sucking your man's cock? But did he want me to make him come? And if he did come, would I be able to keep my mouth on his prick? Would I get sick or throw up all his cum on the floor or something worse?
I took my mouth slowly away from his dick. The flared part made a sucking sound when it came free of my lips and a string of drool hung from my chin. I looked up into Julian's brown eyes.
"Fuck me . . . Ohhh, please!"
By now the silky crotchpiece of my panties was dripping with pussy-butter. I worked my hips and felt the slickness spread.
"I don't have anything to use," Julian said. "You'd get pregnant." My heart fell.
"It'll be okay," I lied. "Let's take a chance!"
"You're crazy!"
"Just put it inside me for a little while then! I feel so empty!"
Julian lifted me up and held the front of my dress up. I wiggled my panties down and left them around one ankle. I stood on tiptoes in my sandals while Julian bent his knees a little and got under me. I felt the hot tip forcing my cunt-lips back. Then he slid his cock into the deep soft of my hole and I wiggled wildly to skewer myself on it.
"Hhuuuuu!"
"Don't get too crazy," Julian warned. "I'm pretty close already . . ."
"Honey, it feels so hot and hard and lovely! Ohh, God, Julian, I love fucking with you!"
The feel of my young cunt opening before his streamlined prick was breathtaking! I could hardly keep standing. If Julian's hands hadn't been pressing against the small of my back, I would have folded up.
"It hurts a little," I gasped. "I guess I'm still sore from the other night."
Julian's cock surging and pulsing, tight in the clasping heat of my pussy. "Ohhh, it feels so good to move! I can't keep still."
His fingers dug into my ass hard. The sharp pain made me freeze. For a while all I could hear was the pounding of our hearts. But my cunt wouldn't stay quiet. It was working like some animal that had a mind all its own! I could feel the velvet-smooth surfaces squeezing and sliding around the thick meat Julian had shoved up into me!
"God, you're lovely," he breathed, kissing me hard on the mouth. He was more passionate than he'd been when I'd first come in the shop. Now it was almost like it'd been in the motel that first night! Even with the bright lights of the boutique blazing. I clung to Julian's neck and tried to lift my legs. He helped me climb up so that I could wrap my, thighs around his waist. He held me like that as my butt started squirming down on his wonderful, stiff prick again. Now he was really getting deep!
"Julian . . . Ohhh, honey, this is heaven! I knew falling in love would be the best thing in the world and it is!"
"Valerie . . . honey, you're moving again . . .'
"Ohhh, I'm in love, I'm in love!"
I kissed his mouth. I was trying hard not to be so wiggly, but if only Julian could feel what I felt! My pussy was stretched bigger now than it had been when we'd first fucked. It made it better really. It fit his cock better and rubbed it better. Because his cock was rubbing me better!
My butt danced in his spread fingers as he held me up. I clenched my legs tight around his middle, locking my ankles so I could hang there better. His cock was like a pole on a merry-go-round. I rode up and down it and squirmed like crazy to feel that bulging head rake the sides of my cunt! I couldn't be as quiet as he wanted. It was like an itch I couldn't resist scratching. The glow in my cunt was like a small sun being born. Shudders of pleasure racked my body. My toes fanned out, my calves knotted with tension. I only wished I could rub my bare tits against his chest. At least I could mash them up against his body, though his shirt and my dress separated our flesh.
"Unhook your legs . . . Valerie!"
I kissed Julian's neck, letting my tongue do the things his had done to me. I was learning that a man liked his neck licked as much as a girl did. I was getting so excited I was about to pop! If Julian could just let me come! I knew it wouldn't take me but a few more seconds. The butter dripped from my hole. I shoved a hand down frantically to feel where our bodies were joined. My trembling fingertips traced the thickness of his shaft where it had raped back the plumpness of my cunt-lips. In an instant my fingers were dripping with my flooding juice. It smacked noisily around Julian's cock-shaft as I lifted my body over him and then let myself fall. .. let his hot cock spear my cunt deep again!
"Nhuuuu! Nhuuuuu! Nhuuuuuu!" I gasped, concentrating on the flicker of itchy fire that was lapping around my clit. My mouth went crazy on his face as my come seemed about to explode. I knew men must be able to keep from doing it. Especially Julian. He was so experienced as a lover, wasn't he? He was married anyhow. My mind glossed over all but the hunger that was gnawing at my pussy! I had to feed that itchy ecstasy! I knew how wonderful it would feel when the full power of my climax burst inside me like a million stars!
"Valerie . . . you better get off me!" Julian clawed frantically at my ass. I knew he was close. But I was coming! It would be over in a second and then I could get loose somehow. I didn't think of anything reasonably. I was fucking myself into paradise and I couldn't bother with details.
I hugged his chest and humped my cunt up and down on the stiff heat of his prick. My cunt spasmed suddenly, sucking down around his hot cock as my fluids dripped down to wet Julian's balls. It was glorious! The hottest, keenest pleasure in the world rushed over my flesh. I flopped my head weakly on Julian's shoulder and plunged my bloomed cunt against his body.
"Huuuuhhh! Nhhhuuuuu... Ohhh, Julian... kiss . . . me. .. Ohhhhh, it feels wonderful . . . Julian? What's wrong?"
Julian's face was twisted in agony. Then he jerked and I felt the tip of his cock throb suddenly bigger inside my hole.
"Oh, nooo!" he gasped and then he was grinding hard up against me. I could feel the hot passion of his clutching, clawing fingers as he pulled my ass down hard, forced my fucked pussy down farther over his cock. Then something else was dripping out of my cunt. I was still coming. I couldn't even think of it yet, what it meant. That Julian had jetted his white, hot jizz deep inside my cunt.
The sound came to us sharply, suddenly. Somebody was rapping on the glass of the front door. And they wouldn't go away!
"Jesus Christ," Julian swore, lifting me slowly up. I felt a flood of his cock-sap dribble out with the tip of his cock as he pulled it free of my tight clasping cunt. I couldn't stand on my own legs. I slumped down on the little seat inside the booth and hung my head weakly as I watched white strings of jizz leak out of my fucked-raw pussy. Julian pulled his clothes on hurriedly. I heard him go up front. Then he was opening the door, talking to someone.
It didn't take me but a second to realize it was his wife! I held my breath. I couldn't hear the words spoken, but I knew it was an argument of some kind. Thank God she didn't know I was there. I touched a finger to the slimy curds as they leaked from my hole. Slowly the truth was dawning. I'd made a terrible mistake. I'd let Julian come inside my cunt! It had seemed so unimportant when my own passion had been burning so hotly. But now! I felt like crying. Instead I kept still and quiet, waiting for Julian to come back to me.
At last he let his wife out of the shop and I heard his footsteps.
"That was almost the end of it," he said. He looked white-faced and sweaty. His hands shook as he picked up my panties. "You've got to get out of here. We can't see each other for a while."
"Oh, no! I'll go crazy, Julian! I love you!"
"Just for a while," he said. He watched me dam my hole with a hankerchief. "How many days since your last period?"
"I don't remember. I never keep track. . ."
"That's just great." He looked mad. His face was still white. "I think my wife suspects something too. When I took you to the motel the other night . . . she suspects all right."
He left me to dress. When I came out, Julian's face was grim. He led me to the back door and let me out into the alley. I felt thman terrible.
"When?" I tilted my face up for him to kiss. He brushed my lips.
"As soon as I can."
"Do you . . . care about me, Julian?"
"Of course I do. I was just a littler nervous in the store. I'll be in touch."
He shut the door. I went down the alley feeling miserable. I felt so low that I just had to tell somebody about what had happened. The only person I could think of was Kristine. Besides being my best friend, she would understand better than anyone else. At least she'd listen. I went through town, feeling the slick jizz still sliding from my cunt. If I wasn't knocked up, it would sure be lucky. I strained to remember when my last period had been. Two weeks ago? Three? Four? Maybe it was about to start again. Oh, hell, I just didn't know. I cut into the residential part of town and hurried down the tree-shaded walk.
I was about to ring the doorbell for the third time when the man came around the side of the house. He was a guy of medium height with muscled back and shoulders. He had a nice smile. He walked with a rolling kind of gait and since he had on a cowboy shirt, I made the connection.
"If you're looking for your friend Kristine, she's outta town." He had a pair of work gloves stuck in a hip pocket. "Her folks hired me to fix up a few things around the place." He rocked back on his heels and looked at me.
"Wow, Knstine didn't say anything about leaving. I'm sure she would have called me."
"She had to go pretty sudden. Her folks wanted her to join them." He sucked a tooth. "So she told me to tell you if you dropped around." His smile was more than just friendly now. I felt myself react, felt the blood hot in my ears. I shrugged, half started to leave.
"It's funny. I just saw her this morning. Driving up Main Street." His eyes didn't change. "You're sure she left town?"
"That's all they told me," he said. He took his gloves out and put them on. "Well, ma'am, I gotta get back to work."
I watched him turn the corner of the house. Then I went back to the street and walked towards home. Something didn't seem right. Something bothered me about the way Kristine had just up and left without so much as a phone call. Unless I'd been out when she'd tried to get a hold of me.
I was probably being silly. And after another block or two I'd almost forgotten about Kristine. I was thinking of Julian. My Julian. I put a palm against my belly. If I was pregnant . . . Ohh, I just couldn't bear to think of it!
CHAFTER SIX
Kristine only knew that it was afternoon and that she'd been untied and pushed into the bathroom. When she reached down to lock the door, the knob was gone. Jimmy Weslyn's boots clomped in the hall. He was out there. Waiting. Watching that she didn't try anything. She washed herself thoroughly, dabbing the dried blood from her blonde beaver and then sponging her fresh wound. She wanted to look at herself in the mirror to see what had happened to her deflowered cunt. But she was afraid that maybe Jimmy was peeking somehow. She felt like a million eyes were watching her. She soaped her face and arms and hands. She washed her titties, too. She didn't want any of his spit left on her. She was afraid to run the tub full. Just why, she wasn't sure. But her mind wasn't working very clearly either.
"You about through in there?" Jimmy called. Kristine didn't have any clothes in there with her so she wrapped a big bath towel around her tits and body and fixed it so it wouldn't come loose. But when she stepped outside, Jimmy snatched it away from her.
"No more clothes as long as I'm around." He leered at her, licked his lips. "Jesus, what a piece of ass you are." Then she saw the chain glittering in his fingers.
"What's that?"
"For you, sweetheart." He slipped it around her small neck. It was a chrome-linked choke chain like dog trainers used. The cold metal made her shiver. Jimmy cinched it down until it was almost tight but could still slip around against her skin. Then he dropped a tiny padlock through the links and clicked it shut.
"I picked up this stuff at the hardware store," he laughed. "Looks like a perfect fit."
"What are you doing to me? What is all this?"
Jimmy jerked the collar and it hurt her. Krishne put a hand up and tried to pull the chain back from her skin. It wasn't going to budge. Jimmy snapped the loop into a long leather leash. Then he tied that to one of his belt loops.
"From now on, you don't speak unless I tell you to," he drawled. "Now come on. I want you to fix me something to eat."
"Can't I put some clothes-Owww!" Jimmy had jerked the leash. The links of the chain dug into her neck. Kristine staggered forward against his chest. She was in the doorway of her own room now and could see her reflection in the dresser mirror. Her blonde hair flowing down her naked back. Her white skin, her long legs. And that glistening bright chain. The image was so strange to her that she felt dizzy for a moment. Jimmy's hard hands felt up her body. He pinched until she squealed and twisted in his embrace, but he wrapped the leash around his fist again and pulled her slowly down to her knees.
Kristine trembled there, forced to look up at him. She opened her mouth, but the chain wouldn't let her make any words. Jimmy relaxed his grip of the leash a little.
"Now we understand each other, right?"
Kristine nodded and dropped her eyes. Then he was jerking the leash again, forcing her up onto her feet. She staggered behind him down the hall, downstairs. He tugged her into the kitchen and told her to get to work.
At first she didn't know what to do. Then she got her mind to working and got out some bread and cheese and a can of soup. He held the end of the leash to let her have enough so that she could walk around the kitchen. She didn't have the guts to look at him much. He had a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. Kristine wished she could cry, but she was too damned scared. She'd never been so scared in her life. She was certain that when this maniac tired of his little game, he'd murder her.
With trembling hands she set his meal on the kitchen table. He ate quickly, looking at her every so often. Kristine had slowly edged towards the drawer where the knives were kept. There was a big butcher knife in there somewhere. She wondered if she could get to it and would have the nerve to use it. She knew she wouldn't. She bowed her head in defeat.
"I don't know what you wanta put on clothes for anyway," Jimmy laughed. "You look too damned good without them." He jerked his head towards the refrigerator. "Any beer in there?"
Kristine opened the door and got one out. Jimmy drank half of it before he put the bottle on the table. Then he finished his sandwich and got up. He wrapped the leash through his belt again so that she had to follow him a few steps back.
Whenever he turned to stare at her, Kristine dropped her eyes. She felt ashamed, almost like an animal.
"You look like you could be trained to fuck real good," he said, motioning with the beer. "So far you don't know shit."
I -"Shut up!"
Kristine bit her lip. A tear formed at the corner of her eye. She blinked and it fell down her cheek.
"Don't try any of that sob-sister stuff." Jimmy jerked the leash and pulled her face so close she could smell the beer on his breath. "You hear me?
"Y-Y-Yes . . ."
He took another huge swallow of beer, washed it around in his mouth and swallowed it down. He hadn't shaved since she'd first met him. He looked rough. He looked like a bad man.
"I'm gonna kiss you," he said, voice threatening, "and if you don't kiss me like I think you should kiss me . . ." He snapped the leash and it made her choke chain jingle. "Understand?"
Kristine nodded. She opened her mouth to him completely and when he sucked at her tongue, she gave him that, too. She moaned a little and tried to pretend she was enjoying it. The funny thing was that after a few moments, her heart had started to pound. She could feel the little tingles she always got when she was making out with a guy. Her belly fluttered excitedly. Jimmy Weslyn sucked at her lips and the friction of his probing tongue sent throbbing bursts of pleasure down through her body. Then his thick fingers probed into the flesh of her ass and he gave her his tongue to suck for a while. She didn't want to at first. But he speared again and again with it, pushing it hard between her teeth. She curved her cheek in and lapped at it with her tongue. The suction made their spit mingle. Oh, why was he doing that with his hands?
Jimmy jerked the choke chain and she staggered back.
"Don't look at me unless I say you can," he spat. She dropped her lids quickly. "Hey, I like that. You're learning fast, baby. Like a good horse."
He laughed and ran his fingers down her neck, down to her small titties. His thumb toyed with a nipple. Kristine kept her eyes down; another sharp sensation of pleasure went through her. But there was fright and fear and hatred, too. She hated this awful man!
"You know what we're gonna do now?" Jimmy asked, voice surprisingly quiet. Kristine shook her head slowly. She was afraid to speak. "We're gonna go upstairs and you're gonna give me a bath. That beer made me feel lazy. Think I better take one with me, too."
He led her to the kitchen and Kristine got another beer from the refngerator. Then they went upstairs.
She ran the tub while the cowboy sat on the commode, the leash in one hand, his beer in the other.
When the tub was full, he stuck out a foot. Kristine pulled off each boot and then his socks. He let her take down his pants and underwear. She felt faint when she saw that awful cock that had speared inside her virgin cunt. She was still very sore between the legs from that. She was praying that somehow she would escape any further attacks on her body. But in the back of her mind she had to accept the awful fact that sometime, somewhere, Jimmy Weslyn would want to fuck her again.
"You virgins can sure mess a man all up," Jimmy said. "Look at my cock there. It's all bloody around the balls where you didn't lick it clean."
Kristine felt her face redden. All of a sudden she was starting to blush. She'd never blushed in her life, not until she'd met this. .. this animal. No! He was worse than any animal. Animals wouldn't act like this.
Jimmy got in the bathtub. The water lapped under his chin as he slid down. Kristine saw his thick, half-hard cock bob above the surface. She was standing as far away from him as she could. The cowboy was looking at her cunt. When his eyes met hers, she closed them obediently.
"Start soaping, honey."
Kristine got down on her knees by the side of the tub and lathered her hands. Then she worked the white suds under Jimmy's arms and across his chest. The feel of his skin so slick with soap had a funny effect on her. She didn't like this man. She hated him! But her fingers were picking up different vibrations. His muscles felt so nice under her palm as they snaked and slid under. She soaped his belly, too, and then stopped. The momentary pleasure was gone.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Uhhh . . . I . . ."
"Shut up! I told you to keep quiet unless I told you you could speak."
Kristine bowed her head. Soap bubbles dripped from her fingertips. She started to soap him again. But she couldn't bring herself to clean his cock! It was making her tremble just to be close to the base of it, the place where it grew like a snake from his groin.
"Maybe I'd like to hear you talk after all," Jimmy said, sipping his beer. "Yeah, you tell me how it feels to wash a man's cock and balls, okay?"
Kristine shook her head. "I. .. I couldn't. .."
"You'd better!" The threat in his voice was like a Bowie knife. Kristine swallowed and felt the choke chain move slightly. Then she soaped her hands until the lather dripped down her elbows in thick waves.
"Hell, you got plenty of soap! Let's get on it. . . now!"
Kristine was shaking when she first put her soapy hands against his crotch. Jimmy had pushed his body up out of the water so the soap wouldn't just float away. She worked the lather into the thick hair around his cock and then began to rub it against his balls.
"Start talking, dammit! I couldn't shut you up thirty minutes ago!"
"It's hard." She reddened. "But you know that."
"I like to hear it again. From you. Tell me again, Krissy baby!"
"It's hard. Real hard. I can feel it kind of throbbing." She moved her circled fingers up the shaft until they were stopped by the flared crown of his cock-head. "It's even hotter up . . . here. And when I rub the soap across the . . . end, it gets bigger." She sucked a breath. "Do I have to go on?
"Talk!" The choke chain moved against the flesh of her neck.
"Your. . . balls . . . feel loose. In that. . . sac, I guess that's what it is . . ."
Kristine felt an odd tremor in her throat and chest. Just saying all this was doing terrible things to her. She was actually getting excited. Jimmy's cock felt so heavy and spongy and firm floating just out of the water. And her hands slipped over it so easily. The cowboy's chest heaved as she moved the lather around his cock-tip.
"It's really hard now, and the veins are all swollen out along the bottom . . ." She bit her lip. "My ass needs a nice, gentle washing, too," Jimmy breathed.
He had his eyes closed. He looked peaceful now, not so mean. Kristine shuddered as she pushed a finger back behind the big man's balls. She didn't want to touch him there under the water where his asshole was. She thought it would be horrible to ever touch a man there! But her fingers slid easily between the muscled halves of his ass. He shivered as her fingenail touched the tight pinch of his shitter.
"Huuuuu . . . now that's fine. . . really good." He grunted and drank beer, spilling most of it down his chin. "Keep pushing, honey. It needs a little work inside!"
"No!" Kristine jerked her hand away, then remembered the chain around her neck and what Jimmy had ordered her to do. She quickly put the finger back against his tight asshole and began to work it in circles.
"That's better. Don't be telling me what you'll do and what you won't do. I'll decide that." He rested back in the tub again. "Use both hands. I like my cock touched, too."
Kristine kept smoothing soap up and down the cowboy's cock while she wormed her forefinger around against his asshole. He kept moving and shifting in the tub. It obviously felt very good to him. And though she didn't want to be interested, Kristine found herself very interested. She found that certain spots were not especially sensitive. And that others were like setting off explosions. Jimmy's asshole was loosening, too. She could feel the muscles opening, opening to her touch.
"Get on up inside me, damnit. Go ahead like I told you!"
He was grunting his words out, chewing them short at the ends. She pushed in against his shitter but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. His cock bulged like it was going to burst at the tip. Her hand jacked slowly up and down his prick-shaft, soap curds plopping into the water.
"Damn it. . ."
Jimmy's face was contorted. The beer slipped closer to the water. Kristine realized then that he wasn't going to let her have any peace until she did what he wanted .-. . everything he wanted. She bit her lip and then curved her finger just right. Then she pushed hard. The tight muscle opened more easily than she'd expected and she felt two knuckles slide deep into the cowboy's asshole.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped with surprise.
"Uhhhnnnnnn," was all Jimmy said. His eyes fluttered. The beer slipped from his hand and floated on its side in the suds, leaking brew into the tub. Kristine felt his cock wilt suddenly in her hand and then begin to pump firm again. She moved the finger inside Jimmy's asshole and his cock curved over again, losing blood back into his system. She pumped her hand up and down the prick-shaft and immediately it began to harden like before. Kristine's eyes were wide. She was discovering something, she wasn't quite sure just what.
"Son . . . of . . . a. . . Uuuuhhhhh!" Jimmy's head fell to one side. She could push deeper into his butt now that his muscles were relaxing. It was weird how she didn't mind it now that she was inside his butt. She could feel all kinds of things. There was a lump just a few inches deep that throbbed with a life of its own. She scraped her sharp fingernail across it and Jimmy's mouth fell open. His cock leaped up from his belly and pounded hotly against her palm.
"Talk!" he managed to say.
"There's something I can feel." Kristine dug at the hidden lump again. "There. When I touch it, your cock does funny things. Sometimes it gets hard, sometimes it gets soft."
"Jesus," Jimmy growled. He had forgotten the spilled beer now. The brown bottle bobbed among the soap bubbles. "Jesus Christ!"
Kristine shoved her finger up into his asshole as far as it would go. His circle of muscle constricted suddenly around her knuckle. His cock grew huge at the crown. She danced her fingernail against that lump in his guts, danced it as fast as she could. That was when she noticed that the cowboy had stopped breathing. His face was flushed. A dribble of saliva leaked from one corner of his mouth. And his cock! It was jumping with a steady rhythm. Each time it jumped it slapped her hand. She moved her fingers up around the knob and began to rub it gingerly with lather again.
"Ahhhhh . . . uhhnnn . . . huuuuu," Jimmy babbled. His asshole tightening more every second, squeezing her finger, holding it there where she probed and dug and tickled at his secret gland.
That strange, sucking sensation frightened Kristine. She didn't mean to, she didn't want to give Jimmy reason to be angry. But she pulled her finger out of his asshole before she could think. She just jerked it free quickly, her other hand still massaging the taut, velvety head of his cock. The erupting fountain of white jizz that bolted from the tip made her squeal with surprise. It was a thick, strong stream that rose two feet into the air and then plopped into the soapy water of the tub. The next flood didn't spurt so high, but there was just as much of it. It oozed out thickly, hot against her trembling fingers. She watched the slick strings sink in the water like white snakes.
"Huhn . . . huhn . . . huhn . . ." Jimmy's eyes were still closed and he was sinking down deeper in the water. His fists banged weakly against the edge of the tub. Kristine knew she couldn't stop now. She smoothly milked the jizz from his balls, watching with shocked surprise at the huge amount that continued to bubble from that tiny slit at the very end of his prick. More white curds spread downward in the water. Her knuckles were stringy with jizz. She could smell the sharp aroma in the room. Jimmy smiled.
Then his cock was sagging as a last droplet slipped out and down the side of it. Kristine noticed that the hand which held the leash was open now. She kept rubbing his thigh muscles, massaging his belly. Jimmy's breathing was even and relaxed. His eyes were still closed. It looked like he was about to go to sleep.
Kristine was almost afraid to try. But she knew that this was her chance. She kept rubbing his muscles, but lightened her touch a little at a time so he wouldn't notice. His breaths were almost like snores now. She kept her eyes on the hand which held the leash. It closed slowly once and then opened again. With her free hand she began to ease the leather loop from around his fingers. Jimmy didn't make a move. He was sleeping! She was almost certain of it. She kept rubbing him, rubbing him. The leash came free and she froze for an instant, making sure he wasn't just tricking her. Gently she stopped her hands on his belly. He made a little noise in his throat but kept snoring.
Kristine crept from the bathroom, one hand holding the leather end of the leash, the other clamped against the chain at her neck so it wouldnt jingle. She went downstairs and picked up the phone. She dialed 0 and waited. But the operator wouldn't come on the line. She looked towards the stairs. He could wake up and come after her at any time. She pushed, the receiver button down, waited two seconds and then tried dialing again. This time she got a busy signal.
She put the phone back in its cradle and went into a downstairs bedroom. She tore the bedspread from a bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. Then she hurried towards the front door.
Jimmy Weslyn tackled her before she could reach it.
She tried to scream as she went sprawling, but he had come from nowhere and knocked the wind from her lungs. She felt his soapy body shoving her down into the rug. Then the chain went tight as he found the leash and jerked it.
"Get up, bitch!" She got up. She was standing there trembling. She could hear his angry breathing. Would he kill her now? A hot rivulet of piss trickled down her leg. Jimmy Weslyn slapped her hard across the face and she fell to her knees.
"Don't kill me . . . please!"
Jimmy's laugh was one of surprise. "Kill you? Shit, I ain't gonna kill you. I'm having a ball." He brought his fist close to her neck, the leash wrapped around it three times. "Ain't you having fun?" There was something in his eyes that told her she'd better give the right answer.
"I'm having fun," she breathed, looking at the floor. The chain went tight and she was jerked to her feet. Jimmy's beery breath puffed in her face.
"You just don't know how damned good you look in a dog chain, honey." He giggled at his joke. Then his face turned hard again. "But I think I'm gonna have to punish you for that last little trick."
"I did what you wanted," Kristine whined. "In the bathtub . . . I ."
"Oh, that was real nice all right," he drawled. "But when a mare misbehaves, you can't forget it just because she was being good the day before." He led her upstairs to her bedroom. Kristine was shivering all over with utter fear. She had no idea what Jimmy Weslyn was going to do to her.
"Stretch out across the bed." She did what he wanted. She was on her belly but he made her roll onto her back. Then he brought out something from her drawer. Another one of her nighties. He tore it into strips and bound one of her wrists to a bedpost. When he got through with that one, he started on the other. Then her feet, one to each post at the bottom of the bed. She was spread-eagled, stretched tautly across the mattress. With another piece of the ruined nightgown, the cowboy made a tight-fitting gag. He took time making sure there was no way she could rub it off.
"That'll hold you awhile," he said, standing back to examine his handiwork. "I'm going downtown for a while to pick up a little something for you," he laughed. "Oh, you're gonna like this."
Kristine moaned through the gag and tossed her head from side to side.
"You know, if you hadn't just cleaned my pipes, I think I'd jump on you for a little ride. But it'll be getting dark pretty soon. I want to catch a store open."
Jimmy left the room. Kristine could hear him getting his clothes from the bathroom. Then he was clomping downstairs and out of the house. She pulled against the silk ties. The tension that had built in her body while she'd jacked off the cowboy surged to the surface. Her nipples glowed and a new rush of cunt juice dripped from her slit. How could she be horny at a time like this? She hated the son of a bitch who'd tied her and degraded her like an animal . . . or worse. But her body tingled all the same. She was acutely aware of her nakedness and her helplessness.
"Ohhhhtmmmmmnnnnoooo..." she moaned through the gag. But it was happening! It wasn't just a bad dream. And in a little while, Jimmy Weslyn would be back.