Chapter 8
Kristine was loose and running, the leash dragging on the stairs behind her. But before she could make it to the top step, Jimmy Weslyn stepped on the end and the choke chain cut into her neck. He was drunk. He'd gotten into her daddy's liquor cabinet and he was carrying a bottle of bourbon around in one hand as he staggered after her.
She had known when he'd untied her from her bed and told her he was going to give her a chance to get away that it would be a game of cat and mouse. Jimmy had no intention of letting her free. But what could she do but try?
"Caught you again, baby," he slurred. He had taken all of his clothes off to chase her around the big house. He rubbed a hand across her heaving back. Kristine was too numb, too scared to cry. She was still waiting for the time when he would decide he'd entertained himself enough. Then how would he get rid of her so she wouldn't talk?
"Downstairs," he ordered, pulling the leash. "You stay on all fours now. I like the way your ass moves when you're on your hands and knees." He led her into the front room and threw the leash over the arm of a chair.
"You stay right there," he barked. She watched him swagger off into the kitchen. God. he was crazy! And strong. She couldn't possibly battle him. When he came back, she could see the upward angle of his cock, could see how swollen it was.
The cowboy had a partial hard-on about half the time anyway. But now it was stiff and ready. She knew he was thinking of doing something with it now. He carried a bottle of cooking oil. "What are you going t-t-to do with that?"
He picked up the leash and dragged her into the middle of the room. Then as she trembled there on her hands and knees, Jimmy poured some of the oil onto the middle of her back. She jerked as its coldness shocked her.
"Hey, don't you like being on a leash, pretty girl? You like to put boys on a leash, don't you?" "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. You're a prick-tease. You fool around a lot but you don't deliver. You're afraid to really let a man get his spurs in you!"
Jimmy laughed and swigged bourbon. Then he started to spread the oil back over her ass... running a finger down between the cheeks until she wriggled from the strange feeling against her taut little asshole. The oil dripped farther, covered her fluffy cunt-mound with a shiny gloss. The cowboy put down his bourbon and poured on more oil.
"Ohhh, it's cold!"
"You rub some in, baby. That would look good."
She sat back on her haunches and did what he said. She smoothed the dripping oil across her tits. When her nipples slipped under her palm, she felt the electric pleasure connecting nerves in her body. Jimmy saw it, too.
"See, you're not so different. You just pretend you're better than everybody else. You want to prove your power over some poor goon with a hard-on." He pulled the leash until the choke chain dug into her neck.
Kristine dropped her eyes. In a way Jimmy was right. It didn't give him any right to treat her like this. But he had hit very close to a nerve. She had always thought she was better than most people. Especially boys her own age. She had always thought of them as a lowly kind of species. Just some kind of animal to be exploited. And it was so easy to exploit a teenage guy with overloaded balls. She'd chewed off more than she could swallow when she'd tackled this crazy cowboy.
"Let's see a little finger-fucking!"
"Nooooo!"
The chain jingled and cut into her neck as Jimmy gave it a jerk. She bit her bottom lip and then let a hand slide down her greased belly and tangle in the oil-matted curls that edged her cunt-lips. She was sitting on her heels, back straight, tits pushed out on her chest. She knew that Jimmy Weslyn was the first man who'd ever seen her completely nude. And that made her think of Johnny. Valerie's older brother. She'd heard his voice through the bedroom window while tied up. He'd been asking about her. He'd sounded worried. Kristine wanted to cry when she thought of the way she'd treated him. Calling him on the phone just to tease. Being extra sweet when she had no intention of ever dating him. Oh, how she would change all that now if she had a chance! Johnny was the only one who'd cared enough to check up on her. She'd wanted to scream from her bed, but the gag had been too tight, her wrists and. ankles bound to the bedposts. Johnny had finally gone away. Jimmy Weslyn was a convincing con man. Why would anybody doubt his story? He'd probably told the same thing to Valerie and to anyone else who happened around. And it was obvious to all that he wasn't robbing anything. That he was hanging around the place with a pair of work gloves. She guessed that they would find her strangled or bludgeoned or cut into little pieces when it was all over. Kristine shook her head hard, shook the thoughts away. She couldn't cope with that kind of fear. She had to try and believe that Jimmy would not hurt her seriously. That he would just leave when he got tired of playing this perverse game.
"Come on. Put your finger inside your cunt."
Kristine pushed a finger down her slit. She brushed against the shrunken nubbin of her clit. Immediately it surged back against her finger. She rubbed it up and down, stretching it away from the pink hood which hid it. The fleshy, slick finger grew hot with blood. It stiffened slightly and lifted from the juicy pussy-membranes that surrounded it.
Jimmy Weslyn shoved her knees wider apart. Her pussy bloomed open and she knew he could see her cunt dripping juice and the oil he'd poured over her gash. She worked the finger up and down her slit, blushing violently. The cowboy got down on his stomach so he could see better. His eyes were crazy with the booze.
"I never seen a pussy like yours. It's like a sea shell. One of those kind that's all pink inside."
Kristine closed her eyes. She was trying hard not to let the excitement take her. But she couldn't resist the subtle friction of her own oily fingertips. She smoothed lighter, but that only made it worse. Then Jimmy was getting up, pulling the leash to make her get onto her hands and knees again.
He mounted her from behind, jolting her forward so hard that her arms almost collapsed from the weight of his muscled body.
"Ohhh. .. please. .. you-"
"What's this 'please' shit? I bet you never gave a guy anything just because he asked please."
Jimmy held the head of his cock up hard against her clit. The engorged finger of flesh was sensitive to every touch now. Kristine could feel the hot smoothness of his cock-head. She could feel the blood pounding through it. This cowboy was hung like a mule! He'd done everything but fuck her from behind. She sensed it would be tight. His cock might split her slender body down the middle!
"Uhhnnnnoooo!"
She felt her arms going. The elbows bent and she flopped forward. Jimmy pulled hard on the leash and she felt her head being lifted, the chain cutting again. She trembled and pushed herself painfully back up.
"Yaaahoooo!" he yelped, holding the leash a foot from her choke chain, using it like reins. "Keep your head high, you pretty little mare. I'm gonna mount you and ride you down!"
"Nooooo . . . Ohhhhh, God in heaven!"
Jimmy Weslyn ground his cock hard against the depth of her slit. She felt the pressure poking the pink tissues inward. Then he slipped it up until the glossy cock-tip nudged firmly into the depression where once her hymen had covered her cunt-hole. Kristine felt the edge of complete panic. She squirmed her ass violently to escape the sure horror of this beast man's huge cock destroying her pussy! Her fear made her squeal like a small, hurt animal. But instead of helping, it seemed to further enrage the cowboy.
"You're a wild one, all right," he muttered, leaning back with the leash, choking her. "But ole Jimmy can break you in good!"
Kristine humped her back sharply. The oil made Jimmy's belly slide sideways on her butt and then he fell onto his elbow. She jumped to her knees and turned enough to get the leash with both hands. She snatched it twice and it slipped from the cowboy's fingers. Then she was running. She made the stairs three at a time. She didn't know where she was going. But if she could get a chair up against a door in one of the upstairs bedrooms. .
"Come back here, you bitch!"
Jimmy was coming after her. She turned briefly at the top of the stairs to see his huge, hard cock slapping from side to side as he mounted the steps. He was half grinning like he knew he would catch her. And he was bringing the bottle of oil!
She bolted down the hall. She shut herself inside her bedroom and tried frantically to drag the bed over to block it. But Jimmy burst it open with a laugh and threw her sobbing onto the mattress. Then he wound the leash three times around a bedpost and knotted it.
"Ohh, God . . . ohhh, God . . ."
She put her hands to her face as Jimmy poured the rest of the oil over her body, smearing it against his, too. Then he rolled her over onto her stomach and reached roughly between the cheeks of her ass. It was so sudden that Kristine's cry was choked off.
One of the cowboy's fingers went deep into her asshole. She felt his tickling at her guts, fucking in and out.
"That's a nice hole. But I think I'll try the other one first."
She wriggled sideways but he forced her down with an elbow in her back. The pain was only part of it.
Now her fears were about to be realized. She felt him teasing the tip of his cock over her asshole.
Then he forced it down into the oil that dripped from between her swollen cunt-lips. Again he pushed his cock-head up hard against the torn circle where once her cunt had been smooth and protected.
He lunged. He was too powerful to bother with her wiggling resistance.
"It hurts! You're going to kill me!"
"I never killed nobody doing this!" he yelped and she felt his strong fingers curl over the fronts of her hip bones. He held her squirming butt still as he moved his body to get the angle right. Kristine felt like her head was on the block. Ohhh, why didn't he go ahead and get it over with?
"Here's something you won't ever forget, honey."
Jimmy's cock speared through the tightened ring of muscles at the beginning of her pussy. Kristine felt the stabbing, thick meat slide easily up into her hole. Her legs bombarded the mattress and her clenched fists pounded futilely against the pillow. Jimmy Weslyn made a sound like a growl and fell across her back. His belly was hot against her ass-cheeks as he pumped his hips and worked his huge cock-tip deeper into her cunt.
"It's stretching meeeee!" she whined, trying to close her thighs. Jimmy's knees forced them even wider instead.
"You're damn right it's stretching you."
He bit her shoulder sharply and tucked his ass under and up. Another three inches of meat slid through her clasping cunt-tube. Kristine drooled on the pillow as a new sensation joined the ache of being fucked by this raging stud. He grabbed her hair and pulled the leash tight at the same time. In a strange way the pain melded with the glow that was beginning to affect her around her pussy. She could feel her own juice mingling with the oil Jimmy had used on her cunt.
"Up!" he bellowed, lifting himself slowly to his cock would stay deep inside her cunt. Groaning, Kristine forced her willowy body up again. She swayed there on her hands and knees as Jimmy pulled the leash and made her sit back, back. The weight of her body pressed down over the prick that jutted from his groin. She could feel her own cunt falling down over that awful cock. It was going deeper than before! It was touching a knot of something deep inside her cunt, and the sudden jolt of pleasure made her head flop to one side. The tiny lock on the choke chain jingled.
"You're the kind of bitch that should always be on a leash," the cowboy breathed. "Now squirm that ass around. Go ahead! Squirm it!"
Kristine squirmed. She made her butt work in slow circles. She wasn't even thinking any more. Not of escape or of her possible death or anything. She was just taking orders. She was doing what Jimmy wanted. And what made it really weird was that when he barked an order now and tightened the chain around her neck, a new shiver of pleasure would blast through her cunt! She didn't know how to explain it. She didn't want to. She let her head fall forward as the drool slipped from her mouth and fell hotly over one nipple. Jimmy had her sitting practically straight up. She worked her hips up and down as his cock went in her hole. She was sitting in his lap and the thick meat had stretched her cunt to make room.
Jimmy caught her arms suddenly and pulled them behind her. Then he wrapped the leash around them so that they were held high on her back. When she relaxed now, the weight of her arms had a tendency to choke her. And when this happened, she felt the muscles that lined her cunt contract around the invading prick. Jimmy grunted and kissed her neck and shoulders from behind.
"This is getting better all the time."
"Nhhhhhuuuuu..." Kristine writhed her shoulders and the chain tightened. The cowboy fucked upwards with sharp, short jabs of his hips.
Her womb stretched up inside her cunt as the barbed head of his cock pressed against it.
What in hell was this terrible man doing now? He was pushing her down again on the bed, down so that her tits mashed flat against the mattress. With her arms tied behind her she was helpless to hold herself up now. And he had pulled the leash down around his thighs enough turns to hold it. With a cry on her lips, Kristine realized what he was up to. The strap went from the choke chain to her wrists and then down between Jimmy's belly and her back and around one of his muscled thighs. Now when he pulled his huge cock back so that only the flared head was inside her pussy, it pulled the leash tight, too. That forced her wrists to slide towards her ass, which tightened the choke chain. And Kristine knew from experience that every time the choke chain started to strangle her, every muscle in her body instinctively tightened. That included the ones inside her pussy.
"God . . . damn . . ."
Jimmy plunged his open mouth against her back and began to suck. He was fucking faster now, cinching up the slack in the leash to make the effect better. When he drew his cock back, Kristine felt the blood pound in her head as the chain cut deep into the soft flesh of her throat. Her belly and thighs and pussy spasmed and the powerful muscles at the mouth of her hole drew down around the purple cock-tip.
"Mother-fucker. .. baby.. ."
"Ohhhhhhh," Kristine sighed, not able to battle the keen thrills she was feeling, too. It wasn't fun being choked by a chain, but the strangling feeling wasn't as uncomfortable as it first had been. And when she could feel what it was doing to her pussy . . . She plunged her body around as Jimmy fucked deep again. With the chain slack, she sucked in a lungful of air. The butter ran in rivulets from her pussy. The oil on her body made every movement a sensual one. Especially the way Jimmy's hard belly slid up and down her firm, curvy ass!
"You got it all . . ."
He bit her shoulder again, humping into her cunt with hard jabbing movements. The chain was still slack and Kristine panted loudly as she was pushed forward by the force of the cowboy's fucking.
Then he was sliding his meat teasingly back again. The leather leash tightened around his thigh, pulled her bound wrists down her back. And then once again the shiny, tinkling chain cinched up. Her breathing became labored. Her head swam with dizzy ecstasy. And then her pussy swathed its velvet lining down tight around the throbbing head of Jimmy's cock!
"Ubn. .. Ubnnnnn," he babbled, jerking back, back, making the choke chain do its thing. Even when her tongue lolled out of her mouth Kristine didn't care that she was being choked. Because in the swimming mess of her pussy every nerve ending was being ravished by the most wonderful heat imaginable. It built in waves around the edges of her swollen cunt-lips. It surged up and down the insides of her thighs.
She felt her toes ache as she pointed them out against the bed. Jimmy had shoved his thighs between her legs and forced them wide apart. Her butter ran down onto the mattress and flooded over his balls whenever he shoved forward. And now he was shoving deep again, letting the chain go slack. She felt his cock-tip plow its way up into the hottest folds of her cunt. She gasped for air as the cowboy sank his teeth into the back of her neck.
"Ohhhh . . . I feel. . . sooo strange!"
"I'm gonna fill you up with jizz."
"God, no! Ohhhhh, don't! Don't, Jimmy!"
She squirmed like crazy. Jimmy pulled his hips back hard and the choke chain made her shiver all over like she'd been hung from a beam. She knew that the force her pussy was squeezing Jimmy's cock with was more than it had been so far. He strangled on his next words and then started fucking her fast and hard. The chain clinked every time it tightened on her neck. Her pussy squeezed with a steady, fast rhythm now, nursing the head of Jimmy's cock each time it slid back. He grunted like a wild pig. Her butt plunged furiously as the itchy pleasure built between her thighs. And then she knew that he was coming! She could feel the sudden heat against the mouth of her womb as his cock-cream flooded out in powerful spurts. She heard the sound of it frothing slickly around the edges of her hole.
"You . . . bitch. . ." Jimmy moaned. "You wonderful bitch!"
He was fucking so fast that for an instant his cock slipped out of her hole. It slid up along the crack of her ass, gliding smoothly in the spread oil.
Then she felt the spurt lick hotly up over her back. Jimmy groaned and grabbed his prick to shove it inside her cunt again. It went in up to the balls as Jimmy lay his belly down in the line of slime and ground it into her flesh.
Kristine heard the sounds in her own throat and could hardly believe them. She sounded like some mountain cat screeching through the pines. She pitched and bucked and squirmed against the forceful fucking the cowboy was giving her. She felt ridden, broken, defeated. But her defeat felt so good! She babbled ecstatically as her pussy convulsed and came around the hot cock that was pumping her full of jizz.
When Jimmy finally finished and pulled the leash from his thigh, she couldn't move a muscle. Even if she'd been able.
"Aren't you going to untie me?"
"In a little bit . . ." He was trying to pull on his leather jeans. He banged drunkenly against a door and laughed. "I'm gonna go buy some beer. I ran out. You just stay right there till I get back." he said, slapping her hard on the ass.
"My arms are hurting. Can't you take the choke chain off?"
"No such luck, baby. Just hold tight."
Kristine heard him going down the stairs and out the front door. He was getting more brazen about things all the time. Surely a neighbor would start to suspect, surely. This time Jimmy had even forgotten to gag her. But all the windows were closed tight. She wasn't sure anyone would hear her if she did scream.
Kristine considered her chances. Somehow she wasn't so fearful of her life now. Not after Jimmy has fucked her like that. There was something rough and uncivilized about him. But he wasn't a murderer. Just having his cock inside her cunt made her know this; she couldn't understand quite how.
It was dark. She whimpered and tossed, trying to figure a way out of her predicament. She wasn't really sure she wanted anyone to find her like this. What would their closest neighbors think if they found her bound like some animal, cum spilling from her cunt like it was spilling now? Though it seemed silly, Kristine knew she would be embarrassed to tears. She wasn't sure she could stand that kind of exposure. She could see that she wasn't on top of things like she had believed before meeting this crazy cowboy. She felt humbler than she ever had in her life. And she was sorry for all the things she'd done. The way she'd treated boys on dates.
Kristine tried to keep track of time. Maybe an hour passed. She had decided that maybe she would have to face the embarrassment of her situation anyway. She was about to start screaming when she heard the downstairs door open. Someone was running up the stairs, but it didn't sound like the cowboy's clomping boots.
Johnny burst into the room, his eyes wide at the sight of her. Kristine felt the keen edge of shame. But she was happy that it was her best friend's brother instead of some polieceman she'd never seen.
"Ohhhhh, Johnny. Thank God you're here!" She started to sob. He was untying the leash from her wrists. She moved her arms painfully down to her sides.
"Was it that cowboy I just saw out front?" Johnny asked. His hands were shaking worse than hers. 1 was coming over to ask about you again and I saw this light on. I knew it was your room. I knew that bastard didn't have any business up here." He tugged at the chain. "There's a lock on this. I'll go find your dad's wire cutters."
Kristine was embarrassed about him seeing her without a stitch, but she threw her body against his chest when he came back. He got the chain off her neck as he told her what'd happened.
"I tried the front door," Johnny said. "That cowboy was just coming down the sidewalk about then and he saw me go in. He took off then. Now I see why. He knew I'd find out what the hell had been going on."
"Oh, Johnny. . . it was awful!"
He covered her with a blanket and propped her up in bed on pillows. Haltingly, crying in between, she told him about her ordeal. And how she'd been a fool for bringing the cowboy there in the first place.
"I didn't want anything to happen." She dropped her eyes in shame. "I was just... teasing." The word sounded horrible in her mouth now. She wouldn't ever say or think it again. She swore that to herself.
"Oh, I'm filthy. That pig poured oil on me and kissed me all over. . . and . . ." She started to cry again. She didn't feel like telling Johnny that the cowboy had made her come. It was pretty obvious that he had come. Jism was drying in smears all over her body.
Johnny paced the room, swearing at what he'd do if he could catch Jimmy Weslyn. Watching him, Kristine didn't doubt that he would at least give the cowboy a good battle. Johnny's broad shoulders had muscled out more than she'd remembered. He was only nineteen but he was rangy and awful good-looking. He kept tossing his shoulder-length hair around as he muttered about what the cowboy had done to her.
"Why does it matter to you?" she asked, hoping she'd hear what she guessed he felt.
"'Cause I like you, damn it!" He blushed at this confession.
"Johnny. Would you help me to the bathroom? I've got to clean up. I feel horrible. Now that it's over.
"Sure!" He hooked his arm under her back and picked her easily from the bed. The blanket fell off but she let it. He tried to keep his eyes off her tits as he carried her to the bathroom. Kristine smiled when she caught him eyeing one pink nipple. When he put her feet down to the floor, she almost crumpled.
"Ohhhhh, God! I'm so sore I want to cry!" She tried to move a leg but couldn't. "Now that I'm not tied up any more I feel real stiff. Maybe the hot water will help."
"Look, I'll help give you a bath." Johnny brushed hair out of his eyes and tried to look serious. "I know that sounds funny. But you're in pain. Let's be practical about this." He started the water running.
Maybe it was the relief of being free from her captor or maybe it was the way Johnny kept taking glances of her long, white legs and then blushing violently. Kristine began to giggle and then laugh.
"I'm just happy," she said when Johnny turned. "I'm happy you found me and nobody else did." Johnny blushed again and picked up a box of bubble bath.
"I'll put some of this in!"
The water did help. Kristine lay back in the bubbles and let her muscles relax. Johnny hovered near, watching and waiting to see if she needed anything. He seemed a little more at ease now that the thick, white bubbles partly covered her tits and completely hid the blonde fur of her cunt from view.
"Would you scrub my back?" Kristine asked finally. Johnny soaped a washrag and started rubbing her between the shoulder blades. "Oh, that's too rough! Just use your hands . . ."
She told herself that she wasn't going to let this turn into a tease. She knew what she was doing. She was letting Johnny feel her warmth, her smooth skin, her femininity. It would have an effect on him, just as his strong fingers were having an effect on her.
"God, you sure are soft. . ." he breathed.
"Lower. . ."
"Like this?"
"Yeah . . . mmmmmm
His hands were working in circles at the small of her back. She was breathing faster, even though that didn't happen to be one of her erogenous zones. And Johnny was breathing faster, too. Just as she'd thought, he began to stray. He was suddenly working his massage around to her sides and then he was touching her belly. Kristine pretended not to notice. When one of his hands slipped up against the swell of a tit, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him up over it. The soapy slip of his palm across her nipple made them both groan.
"Ohhhh, Johnny! OhhUh!"
Her eyes fluttered and then she bent to kiss his wet knuckles, holding his hand against her mouth, tonguing the palm and in between his fingers.
"Jesus . . ."
"I wish I'd realized some things before this."
Kristine put his hand on her other tit. Johnny's fingers trembled as he gingerly squeezed the still growing swell. Though he was three years older than she was, Kristine felt so much more mature now. She thought of Johnny as being closer to her own age, or maybe she'd just caught up with him.
"I... I better let you finish by yourself," Johnny said. "I can't seem to keep my hands to myself."
"I'm glad you want to touch me."
"You are?"
He looked honestly surprised. Kristine hooked a sudsy hand behind his neck and pulled his lips down. They kissed shyly at first and then she opened her mouth slightly, knowing that Johnny sensed her heat. She breathed into his mouth and urged her fingernails against the back of his neck. He pressed harder against her, forcing her lips wide. His tongue tested the softness inside and then he groaned with passion and pushed her down into the water.
His hands danced over her tits and they throbbed with hot pleasure as Kristine arched her slender body up against the touch. Johnny had his arms around her, pulling her up out of the soapy bath. Her naked body clung wetly against his clothes and they moaned and kissed and felt each other wildly.
"Ohhh. . . you're so hard." Kristine squeezed the snaky lump of cock that pushed down one leg of his jeans.
"Kristine . . . Ohhhhh, God! I don't believe this! Every time I called you . . ."
"Shhhhh." She licked his lips. "I'm not the same Kristine any more. The old one was-" she took a breath and let it out-"a prick-tease."
As if to test her, Johnny slid a hand down her flat young belly and curved it up under her cunt-mound. Kristine fought her old habit of twisting her body away. She forced herself to relax, to let Johnny find what he would find. He found her flooding slit and the tiny nubbin of nerves that made her go limp against his chest with a sigh.
It was as if all the weird things the cowboy had done to her had only warmed her up. Now she was tingling with real passion. She liked Johnny. She knew she could easily love him. And that made her excitement exquisitely intense.
"Dry me off, darling," she breathed into his ear. "Take me to bed!"
Johnny almost tore the towel in two trying to get it around her body. He gingerly patted her adolescent swells, being especially careful with her nipples. Kristine saw him eyeing one with hot eyes.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "I know what you want to do!"
Johnny licked his lips wet and then softly pushed them against the aching shoot of tit-flesh. He just held himself like that for a few moments and then she felt the rough-soft caress of his tongue. Kristine wilted with pleasure. Her heart pounded in her ears. This was better than anything she'd ever experienced. And they weren't even making love!
"Johnny. .. Johnny. .. Johnny. .."
"I've been crazy about you for years," Johnny gasped, licking a line across her chest. He mouthed the other tit and curled his tongue around that nipple. She arched her back and plunged her fingernails into the back of his neck. His teeth cut teasingly along the sensitive surfaces. She shivered, clutching at her man.
Johnny carried her to her bedroom. She watched him undress. She'd never seen him in the nude and when his Jockey shorts slipped down over the long snake of his prick and it bobbed up, she gave a littIe cry.
Johnny wasn't circumcised and his cock was every bit as big as the cowboy's. It was white with blue veins coursing up and down it. But the head was hidden, at least partly, by the clinging foreskin. Her breath was very short and panting. When Johnny lay down beside her, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She had to see how his cock was all put together.
"Baby. . ."
"Be still," she whispered, "I want to love you a little . . ."
She scooted down on the bed until she was even with his groin. His cock was pounding with blood, jerking up from his belly each time his heart beat.
When Kristine touched the foreskin where the flared tip made it bulge, Johnny writhed his hips on the bed and moaned. She squeezed her thin fingers around the warmth of his lovely prick and then gently jacked the skin back. The foreskin widened at the end and she saw the bluish head. It glistened with slick juice.
"Does this hurt?" she asked, moving the skin back even more.
Johnny tried to say something but the words got all tangled up. It didn't sound like she was hurting him. The foreskin tightened as it rode up around the biggest part of the barb. Then it sucked in behind the tip and Kristine found that she'd completely uncovered the tip of Johnny's cock. It dripped its butter onto her knuckles. It was big and hot and beautiful! She licked her lips and then blushed at what she was thinking. She was glad she was able to blush again. She'd been such a phony before with all her made-up sophistication.
"Kristine . . . Ohhhhhh, God
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Hurt? Jesus, no! I've been dreaming about things like this for so long I'm about to come right now!" "Ohhhhhh, don't do that!"
She took her fingers away and watched the foreskin crawl slowly back over the exposed head of Johnny's prick. It was only then that she noticed his balls. They were bigger than the cowboy's balls had been. Or at least they seemed that way. She put a hand back gingerly and cupped the heavy orbs up against the bottom of his shaft. Johnny's cock surged and she saw the foreskin tighten as the head swelled with fresh blood. Kristine realized then that Johnny's was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. And it was growing bigger. A sudden flood of juice seeped from between her puffy cunt-lips. She worked her hips from side to side and spread the silky lubrication over her clit.
Johnny was breathing fast now. His big chest heaved up and down. He looked like a helpless little boy, caught up in his first love affair. Kristine knew better. He'd fooled around with some girls around town. But she knew that he'd always lusted for her. Well, now he was going to have the real thing! She wanted to make it all up to him, for the crummy way she'd behaved. Kristine pushed him over onto his back and nudged his knees apart. Johnny didn't seem to understand at first, and it amused her.
"You just lie there and take it like a man," she whispered, kneeling between his spread thighs.
She took his cock with both hands and held it straight up and down. Then she eased the foreskin back again. She hadn't had a good enough look. She was shaking with the curiosity of a child. She hadn't realized there was so much fun in this kind of play. She'd been so limited when she'd been a prick-tease.
"Ohhhhh, God! You don't know how this feels!"
Johnny moved his hips slowly in an obvious fucking motion. Kristine saw his balls pull! up high in his sac and then hang loose again.
"You're beautiful," she sighed. "Johnny?"
"Hmmmmmmm."
"Would you think badly of me. .. if. .. I. . . kissed. . . you-" she swallowed her nervousness- "here?" Her forefinger was resting against the slick, exposed surface of his cock-head. She'd pulled the skin back from it just enough to touch. Johnny nodded his head wildly.
"Do it! Jesus Christ yes!"
"I don't want you to think I'm. . . trashy or anything."
"God damn. I think you're an angel..." He pumped his hips up from the bed and since she was holding his foreskin firmly, the raw, darkened tip of his cock jabbed upwards. She tried to quiet her hot breathing and then slowly lowered her mouth down. Her lips were slightly parted and wet with spit. She just rested them there against the smooth, taut membrane of his cock-tip until the dizzy feeling passed. She'd had cock in her mouth before. But this was different. Johnny was different. And for the first time in her life, Kristine thought she knew what love meant.
Her tongue flicked suddenly out and then retreated shyly behind her teeth. The next time it washed Johnny's cock-head with spit, the muscles in his thighs snaked tight. Then Kristine curled her lips back from her teeth and began to nibble his knob gently.
"Huhhhnnnnn!"
Johnny writhed his back against the bed and made noises that seemed to bewitch Kristine. Her body surged with pleasure. Her pussy swelled plump between her thighs and she could see it leaking juice onto the bedspread. As she edged her teeth around Johnny's cock, she began to massage the insides of his thighs. She began to sense just how hot her man was! She could see the agonized pleasure on his face, could hear his strangled breathing.
She took her mouth away and crawled sexily up his belly, writhing her soft skin against him like she was some kind of snake woman. She got caught up in her little pretense and flicked her tongue out over his nipples as she scootched. Johnny grabbed her hard and ground her teeth down against his chest. She bit his tiny tit then, moaning with the excitement of his strong fingers against the swells of her ass. He plunged his hand deep between the plump swells. She arched her back and poked her butt up to him. He caressed her tiny asshole, petting it, loving it. Sharp jolts of pleasure rushed over her skin.
"Johnny. . II
"Kristine!
"Isn't this wonderful?"
"I think I'm dead and in heaven!"
"Angels don't fuck!" she scolded and then caught his face between her hands and kissed him wetly. Their lips curved together and their tongues danced. She let her spit leak down his chin and neck and then made a noisy show of licking it off. Johnny wiggled a finger hard against her tight asshole and she squealed and laughed and tucked her butt back away from his touch.
"Naughty boy." She bit his lip. "That's the wrong hole."
"I like it, too."
"Maybe someday . . . if you're good to me . . ."
"God, I forgot how tall you are . . . how willowly and soft and-" She kissed him, smothering the rest of it. "Kristine, I want to fuck you so bad I think I could come just talking about it."
"Don't talk about it . . ."
Her trembling fingers found his cock. It was steely hard and yet soft in a strange kind of way. She let her thumb slip against the slickened, exposed head. Johnny grunted and jerked his head.
"Not so hard, honey . . ." He smiled then. "That part is only meant to touch you in a special spot . . ." Kristine moaned, knowing where that spot was. "What does it feel like? When you. . . when you fuck me?"
"I'll tell you . .
Quickly she scooted forward on her knees. She was straddling his body, her bloomed cunt dangling wetly over his shaft. Looking back between their bodies, she grasped his cock down close to his balls and held it still while she eased her body back. The outer lips of her pussy were already wide for the tip. It nestled against the smooth, velvet linings and she felt her juices washing down hotly over his rod. Johnny sighed.
"Now that! That feels like some small, plump animal has just started to eat me all up!" He worked his hips up from the bed.
"But not biting you?"
"This animal just has soft teeth . . .'
He smiled and tried to pull her shoulders forward, tried to pull her small, soft titties against his chest. Kristine resisted. She wanted to hear more of how a man felt when his cock slid into a girl's soft cunt.
"What about this?" she sighed, rocking her slim hips from side to side, impaling her pussy on his pretty cock. She felt the foreskin being forced back from the sensitive tip as it fit snugly against the beginning of her hole. It took a few moments for Johnny to find the words. That was because he was holding his breath and turning slightly blue.
"Jesus God.. . that feels like something I can't describe. I'll try. Soft . . . hot . . . and I can feel your muscles contract . . . Uhhnnnnn . . . like that, like you just did! They really get me crazy!"
Kristine wanted to experiment some more but her cunt was itching for more of his cock. She shoved back against his prick, rolling her hips to slip the ring of muscles over the flared barb. When she felt it thump inside her hole, she tightened her pussy again and watched the pleasure twitch across Johnny's handsome face.
"Like me?"
"I'd . . . crawl . . . through . . . glass . . . for . . . you!"
Kristine pressed her tits down against Johnny's chest and he groaned and hugged her back so hard that she couldn't breathe for a second. She felt her nipples pushing into his chest hair and then she wallowed them wildly against the warmth. Johnny pumped his hips hard, trying to jab more of his big cock up into her shivering, teasing body.
Yes, she was teasing him. But she was going to reward him, too. This time the teasing was just to make it better. Frantically, Johnny held his ass above the bed and fucked at her pussy. Kristine held it back, keeping just his blue tip inside. Then suddenly she plunged her body down on him and felt the insides of her cunt spread around his steamy dick!
"Huuuuuu!"
Johnny grabbed her ass hard and fucked wildly upwards. Kristine covered his face with kisses as she wiggled her leaking hole down and then snatched it up again. Up and down, riding his cock, feeling it scratch her exquisite tickle!
Her long hair curtained his face as they kissed again. Her lips were sensitive and a little sore from her abuse from the cowboy, but the hurt felt good being kissed by someone like Johnny.
She pushed her legs down straight alongside of his and then worked them between his thighs. It was like men fucked women. She was on top, pumping her body up and down as Johnny grunted with hot confusion and tried to roll her over.
"I've got you!" she breathed, keeping him from taking the top. She fought his legs back open, not letting him slip between her willowy limbs. Then she held his head down by the hair and began to bite and tease his mouth like a wildcat.
He was going crazy under her lithe body. She knew he was feeling her hips and ribs and tits good now. She wallowed her belly against his. But Johnny was fighting harder to get on top. She knew he was dying to ravage her. To hold her down and give her the fucking she deserved. And she did deserve it! She wanted him to ram her good! She wanted to be abused a little. Like the cowboy had done.
"Wow. . ."
She couldn't believe that she actually wanted a little abuse. Even the thought of that awful leash seemed exciting. But with Johnny holding the end of it, not the cowboy.
"Johnny . .. Ohhh, I'm so hot . . . I'm gonna come if you keep trying to fuck me so hard." "Kristine . . . damn . . ."
He rolled her over then. She felt the full weight of his body crushing her small tits even flatter! She felt his hands scourge her body, but scourge it with love. He held her dancing butt, plunging one finger up against her asshole. Then he fucked her deep and hard. She felt his cock-tip expand as it pushed against the knot of her womb.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck. . . fuck. . . fuck me, Johnny!"
"Love . . . you . . . Kristine . . . love . . . you!"
His mouth forced hers wide. She sucked his tongue when he poked it between her teeth and he began to fuck her even harder. His tongue and his cock. She had them both! Her slender back arched and humped as she drove her pussy against his cock. Her lips swathed his skin with juice. Her clit rubbed the hilt of his cock every time it went deep.
"My cunt is full of your cock!" she whimpered. "It feels so hot and thick up inside!"
"And you feel like slick velvet!"
He pumped deep and rolled his hips around to make his taut barb gouge the sides of her cunt-tube. Kristine babbled and drooled, her spit mingling with his as he sucked her lips like he wanted to eat them.
"Nuhhnnnnn . . . Ohhhhhh, shit!" she moaned.
Her itchy cunt seemed to be glowing like it was burning up. She could feel every rub now, every detail of the shape of her lover's big prick. She could feel the lobes at the bottom of his knob as they rubbed through the ring of muscles at her pussy's beginning. And when he worked deep, she could feel his balls bumping her softly.
"I want to look at it!" she cried suddenly. "I have to look at it now!"
"Ohhhh, baby. . . it's so warm inside . . . I'm about to come. . ."
"Please, Johnny! Let me see it, let me touch it!"
Johnny grunted and jerked his cock from her hole. He lifted himself slightly on his knees and let the huge shaft sway over her belly, spilling strings of her juice into her navel. Kristine's eyes widened. His cock was bigger than ever! It had swelled hugely inside her snatch, and the barbed head was pulsing darkly like some exotic flower. She ran her shaking fingers down to work the skin along the shaft. And then Johnny groaned and a string of white spilled from the tiny slit and puddled hotly on Kristine's belly.
"Honey, I'm coming! Let me . . ."
"Ohhhhh, yessss!"
She grabbed the exploding cock and wiggled her ass up from the bed as Johnny frantically plunged it between the blossomed lips of her cunt. It had slipped about halfway in when the next fountain of seed gushed into her. She quickly sucked his prick deeper, using her pelvis to do it.
Johnny writhed and flopped on top of her. The powerful shove of his hips, the feverish rage of his loving quickly brought her rubbing tickle to a head. She felt the pleasure burst over her. Stars exploded against her closed eyelids. She plunged her excited pussy up and down against the fucking fullness of her man's prick. His shaft raped her wonderfully as it gouged deeper than it had ever gouged before. She curled her sharp nails into his ass, trying to pull his prick yet deeper into her exploding cunt.
"Huuuunnnnn . . ." Johnny gasped.
"Nhhhaaaaaa!" she cried, feeling the bed rocking beneath their bodies. And then the turbulent storm drowned her with the thrill of ultimate pleasure. She knew she was losing consciousness. But it wasn't scary at all. She was fainting through the loving rub of her man's hot cock. And even as she felt her grasp slip away, she felt the steady stab of his thick meat deep, deep into her cunt.
"You okay?" Johnny's face was close, concerned. He held a cold, wet washrag against her forehead.
"Oh, yes! I'm wonderful!" Kristine.blinked and tried to focus.
"You were out about five minutes. I was starting to get worried . . ."
He helped her sit up. The room spun once and then righted itself "Wow. . ." She hooked an arm around his neck. "We really did that one right. didn't we?" Johnny nodded shyly. He kissed her forehead.
"This is weird," he laughed, "but when you said that it gave me a hard-on."
Kristine pushed her hands down his belly and found the swelling softness. His cock was still pretty limp but she could feel it thickening, stiffening.
"Good. I think I'd like a gentle, kind master like you."
Johnny went and got the choke chain. She let him slip it over her head. It was cold against the welts it had put there when the cowboy had tugged it. Gently Johnny pulled the chain, pulled her back down on the bed. And then while he held it just tight enough for her to feel, he began to feast gingerly on her lips. Kristine closed her eyes and knew she was growing up.