Chapter 2
The drive from their home in Bayonne to Manhattan was a short one, made even briefer by the light traffic that evening. Nadine wrapped her heavy coat tighter around her lithe body as Cindy fiddled with the heater while she drove. It was one week before Christmas, and the temperature already was hovering around the zero mark.
While it was nearly unbearable outside, the young brunette felt her pussy rumbling and heating up all over again. It was acting like it had a mind of its own.
Nadine crossed her legs and rubbed them back and forth. The young brunette fought the desire to move her hand over her crotch and lightly squeeze her swelling mound.
"Where did you meet these boys?" Nadine almost gasped out as she felt something wet trickling out from between her puffy, hairy outer cuntlips. If Cindy picked up the odor ... .
"At the game last week. You know when the John Adams team came over from lower Manhattan," Cindy said, looking over her shoulder as she changed lanes and headed for the Lincoln Tunnel into the city.
"John Adams!" Nadine cried. "That's a rough school. You mean we're going out with guys from there?" Fear crawled over her skin like a fever.
"Don't worry. They're nice enough. Besides, they've got better connections than the guys at school. We're gonna get quality pot, Nadine," Cindy said, turning around and grinning at her younger sister.
Nadine rode the rest of the way in silence as they passed the toll booth and drove into the brightly lit tunnel. In a few minutes they reappeared in downtown Manhattan. Tall sky-scrapers towered on either side of the narrow street, large windows ablaze with lights as traffic whisked up and down the avenues.
"Where are we supposed to meet them?" Nadine asked as Cindy stepped on the accelerator.
"In the Village-in a tiny restaurant called the Little Place-near West Fourth and Sixth," Cindy said, crossing two lanes of traffic quickly, then turning left onto Sixth Avenue.
As the car sped down the wide boulevard toward the Village, Nadine was uncomfortably aware of the gradual change in surroundings. The more elegant apartment houses and office buildings turned to nineteenth-century brownstones, then to outright slums.
During the weekends the Village was alive with crowds of college and high-school students milling up and down the colorful streets. But midweek it was simply a rundown neighborhood with dark, threatening streets.
Already Nadine was beginning to feel sorry she'd joined her sister in this crazy venture.
"Good, a parking place," Cindy said, wheeling the car over to the right and pulling into a vacant space between two cars.
"Cindy, if Daddy knew how you drove . . ." the young brunette said as she gripped the door handle tightly. Nadine was certain her sister was going to hit a car.
"Oh, Nadine, you're a pain in the ass," Cindy said in exasperation as she turned off the engine and pushed her door open. "Now get out and let's get going."
Nadine quickly got out of the car, slamming the door shut and running across the street to catch up with Cindy. Hardly anyone was on Sixth Avenue tonight. A few winos staggered from streetlight to streetlight, balancing themselves as they stared at the two young girls crossing the street.
"We're a little late," Cindy said breathlessly as she glanced at her wristwatch.
Nadine pulled her jacket more tightly around her body as they entered West Fourth Street. Just in front of her she could make out a tiny red neon sign announcing the name of the restaurant they were looking for. Nadine's sneakers slid on the frozen slime near the restaurant's entrance as Cindy moved ahead of her and pulled the glass door open.
"Hey, kid," a handsome, black-haired boy called out as the blonde walked into the warm restaurant.
"Hi, Jack. This is my sister Nadine. Don't mind her, she's a virgin," Cindy said flippantly as she unbuttoned her coat and shrugged it off her shoulders.
"Cindy!" Nadine groaned, stopping just inside the cafe and looking around. It was decorated in an Italian motif with empty chianti bottles on the tables and hanging in looped fishnets from the walls. The soft lighting barely illuminated the patrons, although Nadine could see they were mostly students probably from nearby New York University on Washington Square. A pleasant aroma of sausage and tomato sauce filled the air like a heavy perfume. There was a cozy, inviting air about the restaurant Nadine liked.
"Come over here and sit down," Cindy said as she threw her coat over the back of a chair and seated herself next to two young boys.
Nadine followed her sister, closely examining the boys as they studied her. The one who had spoken to Cindy looked about eighteen. Even while sitting he looked tall and muscular. Nadine guessed he must play football from his thick neck and broad shoulders. His olive complexion and long, straight nose made her suspect he was Italian.
Cindy called him Jack and seemed to know him more than casually. The giggling blonde kept leaning up against him and occasionally ran her , fingers through his long, coarse black hair.
The other boy was more quiet. He smiled continually at Nadine, nervously shuffling his feet and shifting his weight in the chair whenever she returned his smile. He was a miniature copy of his buddy-equally handsome and with similar rugged features, although there was a softer feeling that Nadine felt radiating from him. Instinctively she was attracted to this boy whose name she found out was Rick.
"Is Bob coming here?" Cindy asked after the pizza they had ordered came.
"No, he's going to meet us at a place on the other side of the Village. He had to go down to the docks today to pick up the stuff with a load of coke," Jack mumbled as he stuffed a sliver of pizza into his mouth.
"Who's Bob?" Nadine asked, holding her pizza limply in her right hand. That was something she'd forgotten to ask Cindy when her sister mentioned the name several times in the house.
"Our supplier. He dropped out of school a couple of years ago, but he still keeps contacts there for deals. Your sister knows him-well," Jack said, winking at Nadine as he bit into his pizza.
The brunette ate silently after that remark, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the evening wore on. There seemed to be some unspoken understanding among the three sitting opposite her. Nadine felt as if they were making her the butt of a cruel joke.
"Okay, let's go," Jack said, digging down into his pocket and pulling out enough money for the bill after they'd finished their meal.
Cindy and Nadine walked in front as the boys paid the bill, then joined them outside the restaurant.
"Down this way," Jack said, pushing Cindy and Nadine gently along the dark street.
Nadine said nothing as she moved quickly through the darkened neighborhood with her sister at her side. She could hear the echoes of their footsteps bouncing off the deserted brick ware-house buildings as they walked deeper into the slum section of the East Village. Only a stray cat and lump of cloth that Nadine guessed was an unconscious wino were visible that cold December night.
"Up here," Jack said, stopping in front of a dark, narrow doorway. Nadine stopped and turned her head to the left. She shuddered as she peered into the threatening darkness. Surely Cindy wouldn't dare to ...
"Come on, baby," Cindy said as she grabbed her sister's right arm and tugged sharply.
Nadine groped her way up the stairs with Cindy leading the way in front of her. A sour smell of stale food and tobacco invaded her nose as the boys brought up the rear.
"2-A," Jack called out from behind.
Cindy paused at the top of the first landing, then nodded as she saw the number on a chipped green painted door. Jack reached around Nadine and passed the key to the vivacious blonde.
The room was typical New York slum-small, filthy, illuminated by a single bare 100-watt bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. A half-opened brown door opposite the entrance led to what Nadine guessed was either the bathroom or another large room. The boys pushed her inside, then closed the door. There was no one else inside.
"Looks like Bob's not here yet," Jack said, leaning against the door and folding his thick arms across his chest. His eyes blazed at Cindy who was standing in the center of the room and looking around curiously.
"Well, that just means we'll have to pass some time," Cindy said provocatively, unbuttoning her red plaid jacket and shrugging it off her shoulders. A steam heater just below a filthy window overlooking the street heated the room comfort-ably. "Relax, Nadine," Cindy encouraged.
"No, maybe I'll wait outside," the brunette said in a small voice as she turned and started to go out of the room. Jack's big hand sliding across the doorway blocked her exit.
"You tricked me," Nadine whined, spinning around and looking accusingly at her sister. Cindy had already sat down and crossed her legs on an old mattress flung into one corner of the dirty flat.
"What are you talking about? Bob's going to be here. Meanwhile, why don't you just relax and take off that coat," Jack said, running his fingers over the grey fur collar of her jacket.
"Get away from me," Nadine whimpered, shrinking away from the tall dark hunk and backing toward her sister.
"Oh, Nadine, don't be such a baby. You're guarding that damned cherry as if it was something from Fort Knox," Cindy said as she crossed her arms under her titties, then curled her fingers around the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head.
Nadine watched her sister disrobe as Jack and his friend stood guarding the door.
"Why don't you and Ricky get it on in the back room," Jack suggested, approaching Nadine like a lion about to pounce on its helpless pray.
Nadine's eyes widened as she jerked her head and watched Cindy peel off her bra and panties, then walk sensuously over to the young dark-haired boy she thought was so shy in the restaurant.
As Cindy approached him, Rick wrapped his arms around her firm buttocks and let his fingers crawl over the fleshy mounds while he clamped his thick lips over hers.
"Cindy!" Nadine cried.
Then she thought of her own safety as Jack pounced on top of her. Nadine grunted from the sudden pressure of his weight. He was kissing her brutally, trying to pry his tongue between her tightly-clamped lips while he pressed his right knee into her crotch. The young girl reached up with both hands and dug her fingernails into his face. With a rough downward movement she tore at his flesh.
Jack let out a howl, tearing his mouth off hers and staggering back as blood oozed out of the claw marks on either side of his long nose.
"She's a fighter," he said as Rick and Cindy were disappearing into the back room.
Nadine saw her sister's glazed eyes and puffy cuntlips swollen red with hot blood. She'd get no help from Cindy now.
"Oh God, let me go!" Nadine begged, feeling her knees turn to rubber as Jack walked up to her.
He smiled cruelly, his thick red lips curling up into a sneer as he crouched forward as if he were about to spring. Nadine cowed back, raising her arms protectively to her tits and stepping back until she felt her buttocks pressing against the wall. He lunged, tearing at the buttons of her coat. Nadine shrieked and jerked to the left, dodging his attack successfully.
"I like somebody who's not an easy cunt like your sister," Jack said thickly, laughing at Nadine's frantic attempts to escape his cock.
She looked down and could see a tell-tale bulge making the front of his Levi's tent up. The young brunette could sense his male power flooding out from his thick, masculine body and covering her like a warm, wet blanket. There was no hope for escape. In the background she could hear her sister's sexual moans of ecstasy. If only she could be so easy-if only all this fear and terror could be put aside ... .
"Noooooo!" Nadine wailed as Jack lunged again, this time catching her by the front of her imitation fur collar.
He held her tightly as she struggled and screamed. Looking up, Nadine saw his black eyes dancing with sadistic merriment. They twinkled and burned with lust, boring down into her and making the virgin shudder with tenor and lust.
Suddenly it occurred to Nadine that Jack was the kind of person she'd fantasize about in bed, and especially the kind of man she thought of a few hours ago in the steamy bathroom. That idea stopped her in the middle of her useless struggle.
"Please . . ." Nadine begged.
But what was she begging for? To go on? She shuddered at the thought of being violated here in this filthy apartment by a man she didn't know. And yet something about the idea tantalized her and excited her until she felt herself sinking to the floor.
"I know what you're begging for," Jack said thickly, unbuttoning her coat and slipping it off her shoulders.
He held tightly onto her, resting her weight on his body while he dropped the jacket to the floor, then let his fingers crawl down to her buttocks. He cupped both asscheeks and worked his long, thick fingers into the soft cushions of flesh. Nadine protested again, grunting as she raised her hands to his chest and pushed. But the brunette realized it was useless.
As her struggling grew weaker, Jack took advantage and squeezed her closer, nestling her titties tight against his chest. Instead of resisting, Nadine found herself cuddling into the big teenager. She felt the iron bands of his arms close around her protectively. She liked the way his touch made her flesh crawl with pleasure. It was better than those lonely nights in bed when she dragged her bouncing ass across the sheets in the throes of a finger-fucked cum.
"Ohhhhh." That sigh betrayed her true feelings.
Jack smiled, working the cheeks like two lumps of dough while he rubbed his crotch against hers. Nadine could feel the tips of her stiffening nipples pushing against her brassiere. Her titties felt hot and sticky as if they were roasting in an oven.
All fears about being fucked disappeared as she tilted her head back and rolled it from side to side. The young brunette gave herself up to the tight, achey feeling gripping her cunt like an iron vise. She wanted to be possessed by Jack, to be taken by him in a storm of lust. In the back of her mind, Nadine thought she heard Cindy begging Rick to fuck her harder.
Jack moaned, relaxing his grip slightly when he realized she wouldn't be trying to escape any longer. Nadine could feel his powerful chest rising and falling. Every hard, hot, muscular inch of his body was pressing into her.
The young brunette felt herself melting into him, throbbing with a lust she'd known only a few times during her most bizarre fantasies. But this was real. She was standing here with a man whose cock she could feel pressing through the material of his Levi's. The tingling sensation between her legs grew more intense. It was like having one drop of sweat trickle its way through the furry covering of her tight cunny.
Jack squeezed her big boobs through he; sweater and bra. Nadine inhaled sharply as she felt her nipples being crushed in by his thumbs.
"Want cock, baby? Want a real man's dick up your snatch?" he whispered in her ear.
His mouth nuzzled into her slender neck and his hot breath blew through the curling strands of her brown hair. Nadine was alive to his every touch as he moved his legs rhythmically back and forth against hers. The brunette shivered as she felt something hot and iron-hard between his legs brushing against her cuntal mound.
Nadine knew she should be struggling against him. She should try to scratch his face again, tear herself away from him. And yet her pussy tightened harder and harder. It was demanding something more than a finger or spray of warm water to satisfy it now. The itch refused to be scratched so easily this time.
Jack kissed her. This time Nadine didn't struggle. Growling deep in her throat, she accepted him, locking her mouth to his as he pushed his tongue out and began to force it between her lips.
To her surprise, the young brunette accepted it, parting her lips and letting his slippery hot tongue work across her own oral organ.
Soon Jack was doing what he pleased with her body. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, pushing gobs of spittle into her gut, his hands worked their way around to the front of her Levi's, unsnapping the brass button near the front belt loop.
Nadine shuddered as she felt his hot fingers slide over her lower belly skin, caressing the hot, smooth flesh in tiny circles. Then they crawled lower until they met with the tight elastic band of her pink panties. Nadine groaned into Jack's sucking mouth as he tugged the material up, forcing her sopping wet crotch-panel between the puffy cuntlips. The wet silk pressed against her stiffening clitty, forcing her to cry out with amazed ecstasy as another sharp throb tore across her pussy.
As their hot, spit-flowing mouths sucked and bubbled together, Nadine could feel his long, hot throbbing cock pressing against the soft wet lips of her cunt.
Jack had pulled apart her Levi's and slid both his hands between the peeled-apart halves. She could feel his broad palms pressing in at her sides while his fingers toyed with her panties. Jack was working her jeans down to her knees with his arms while he started to curl his fingertips around the waistband of her briefs.
For a second, panic seized her mind, dragging her out of the delicious red sexual fog she had been drifting in. Suddenly Nadine realized somehow that her hands had moved up from Jack's chest and were now around his thick neck, her fingers locked together. Instead of trying to fight him off, she was actually dragging him closer to her body.
"Want cock, baby? You want my cock?" Jack whispered thickly after he ripped his mouth from her lips once more.
Nadine's head fell against his chest. All she could do was moan. All power of speech had seeped from her. A steady pulsing itch throbbed across her swollen clit.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she moaned, hunching her silk-covered crotch against his fly. Jack lowered his right hand until his fingers playfully pressed in the damp silken material. He could feel a springy, hairy sensation resisting his light touch. Slowly he rubbed the soft material around in tiny circles, making his touch heavier with each repeated rotation.
Nadine felt her eyes roll up in her head as she begged in incoherent grunts for cockmeat. Suddenly Jack pressed down harder, cupping his fingers and palm hard around her furry cleft. Nadine cried out, her eyelids fluttering open nervously as her legs flew apart.
With more room to work in, Jack slid his fingers under the tight legband, pushing his spade-shaped fingertips along the goose-fleshed skin until he felt the first tight curls of her pussyhairs slide between his fingernails and flesh. Nadine sucked in a ragged breath and held it as she felt her cunny tighten up like a fist. Then Jack was tugging at her outer labes, sliding his hand down farther until he was actually milking her cunt-lips. He worked their slippery edges together, forcing creamy foam to ooze out and drip from between the puffy membranes.
"Whew, babe. For someone who didn't want cock, you're sure hot for it," Jack said thickly, raising his bushy black eyebrows as he pulled back and studied her carefully.
Nadine was in heat. The virgin who had so desperately wanted to "save" herself for the right boy now couldn't rush fast enough to get rid of her cherry. She felt every inch of her body throb hard for Jack.
All she could think of was that big bulge between his legs and that it was for her. In the background Nadine heard her sister's tight cries mixed with strangled laughter.
"Come on, babe," Jack said, sinking to his knees and pulling her Levi's all the way down. At the same time the young brunette dropped her hands and curled her fingers around her slipover, hauling it over her head and throwing it down to the floor. Jack remained kneeling, reaching up and placing his fingers around the legbands of her briefs. With one quick jerky movement down, he exposed her hot, brown fuzzy snatch.
"Ohhhh!" the brunette cried as she felt the air blow against her hot pussy. Nadine shrank back in fear, covering her bare pussy with her left hand.
"It's a little late for modesty, ain't it?" Jack said, sneering at her as he lurched forward and grabbed her hard by the wrist.
As Nadine groaned from the intense pressure of the hard grip, Jack jerked her hand away from her snatch and stood towering in front of her.
"It's gonna be your first fuck, but one you'll remember, babe," Jack said huskily as he moved his hands quickly up to her back and unsnapped her bra. Nadine gasped as she felt the halter slide down her sides and float lightly to the floor.
Without saying another word, Jack hunched down, holding one arm just under her shoulders while he scooped her up by the ass from the floor with the other. The brunette lay quietly cradled in his big arms as he walked slowly over to the dirty mattress in the corner.
He stared down at her big jiggling boobs, his eyes riveted on her half-dollar-sized nipples.
Lowering her gently to the mattress, Jack moved his hands to her ankles, caressing them as he unlaced her sneakers and slipped them off her feet. Now she lay naked and helpless before him, frightened still but regaining her sense of sexual urgency. His eyes still glued on her tits, Jack moved his right hand back up to her hairy pussy and cupped it tightly.
"Want me there, baby?" he asked, curling his thick sensuous lips up and revealing a straight row of white teeth that contrasted well with his swarthy flesh.
"Ohh, yes, yes," she hissed like a frantic cat as his fingers worked greedily over her plump, tender lips.
Already Nadine could hear the same slick clicking she heard earlier that evening in the bathroom when she fingered herself off. No, he couldn't have been doing all this just to jerk her off this way! Oh God, she wanted to lose her cherry!
She wanted Jack's cock. Cockmeat, dickmeat, prick, dong-all those words burned themselves in her buzzing brain as the big teenager tweaked and pinched her cunny. Nadine dug her shoulders into the filthy rag under her. She could feel the mattress' buttons working their way up her narrow asscrack as she ground her thighs together, rubbing her cuntal membranes against her achey clitty.
"Baby, I ain't gonna wait any longer," Jack said, tearing off his red flannel shirt. Nadine barely had enough time to take in his powerful football player's rippling chest when he moved his hands down and pulled open his Levi's. The young girl jerked up, resting on her elbows, then digging them into the mattress and tried to crawl away. Facing her was a nine-inch, fat hunk of dickmeat she was sure would tear her in two.