Chapter 3
Nadine felt every inch of her young body bathed in sexual fire. Her fingers curled and dug into the filthy material of the old mattress as she dragged her knees up to her chest.
Jack had pulled off his Levi's, socks and shoes and now knelt between the teenager's trembling legs. The brunette looked at him through glazed eyes as she felt her frothy pussy juice bubble out from her wet cuntal cleft and trickle down into her asscrack.
"Cock, cock, cock," Nadine babbled like a crazy woman as she stared at the thick, smooth-domed monster jerking in front of her. The big blue veins wrapped like gnarled roots around the steely core of his prick throbbed with excitement as he placed his fingers on both her inner thighs.
"Look at those titties," he mumbled to himself, his black eyes quivering and burning as he hunched forward and opened his mouth. Nadine held her breath as she waited for him to act.
"Ohhhhh," the brunette moaned wildly as she felt his mouth engulf one sensitive red-tipped tit. There was a soothing wet, warm feeling around the tweaking nipple that radiated to her other jug, then rolled down and tightened her juice-slicked cunny even more.
Jack's teeth bit into her young flesh gently, his tongue lashing over the hard, hurting tip. Nadine pulled her legs up instinctively until her knees were brushing the back of Jack's head. Reaching up with both hands, she locked her fingers tightly behind his neck, pulling his face tighter onto her titties.
When he started sucking at her itchy hot nipple, the young girl cried out in crazy delight, rolling her body from side to side as she tilted her head back and dug it into the mattress. The cords stood out in her slender neck as she hummed and grunted with lust.
Jack growled in response, laving her tits with spit, lathering the sore tips until they throbbed with the same pleasure racking her pussy. He used his mouth and his hands, working over her milky hot flesh until he had Nadine gasping for breath and screaming louder and louder for his cockmeat.
Jack was leaning forward enough now for the young teenager to feel the hot underside of his fat male-sausage scraping across her belly.
Jack tore his lips off Nadine's titties with a squishy pop, making the girl cry out once more. The young stud's face began working strangely, his mouth pulling into a tight scar as he watched the girl fly off frantically into her own world of sexual delight. Nadine shrieked as she felt his hairy, muscular legs pushing outward against hers. At the same time Jack's fat dick lay gently against her wet cunt crack, barely pushing the puffy outer label apart as his cockhead pressed against his own left thigh.
"Cock, dick, dick," Nadine moaned, moving her hands down from Jack's neck to his back and raking her sharp fingernails across his hunching, hairy back. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she babbled more incoherently for the big man's prickmeat.
"Not yet," Jack said, pushing himself reluctantly away from her and moving downward until his face was pressed against her furry cunny. She suddenly felt his hot, rough tongue licking over the fleshy lips of her cunt.
His tongue snaked its way into her tight, hot wet passage. Nadine moaned, rolling her head back and forth over the mattress as she snapped her knees together and trapped his head tightly against her pussy. The brunette had dropped her feet to the mattress earlier and now was digging them into the dirty material, using them for leverage as she hunched up and pushed her soppy snatch into Jack's mouth.
As he worked her over, Jack pulled her legs wider apart until she was spread open for him. His fingers held her that way while his thumbs worked over her tight sphincter. Nadine had never thought fucking could be this wild and powerful before.
She thought men and women just got together for a while, got it on, then rolled apart and fell asleep. But this, this was driving her out of her mind with lust. She could feel her lungs, her heart, her cunt, her titties, swelling more and more every passing second, ballooning to incredible dimensions while Jack still held her back from the ridge, keeping her from sailing off in a powerful orgasm.
"FUCK!" Nadine cried, feeling the pressure in her cunt become unbearable.
"All right, baby," Jack moaned, crawling back up and holding tightly onto her shoulders as he dug his elbows into the mattress for support.
Nadine's mouth hung open as strangled sobs shot out of her throat. Jack pushed forward with his hairy ass. His thick cockhead worked inside the tight passage. As the head slid in, Nadine's outer labes peeled back, then popped forward and closed over the bulbous mass. Twisting his body around so she could feel his dick working in, Jack slid more of the shaft in now. His spongy cockhead reamed out her tight pink passage, pushing farther and farther into her body and forcing her cunt into a small tunnel.
Nadine growled and clawed, meeting his rocking motions with opposite ones of her own. She had turned into one large fucking machine. All she could think of was that wonderful, hot, stiff, thick thing reaming her out and driving her slick clitty higher and higher toward climax.
The pressure in her pussy became more intense as Jack shoved in deeper. There were two inches of dickmeat left outside her, then soon there was none. In a moment their bodies were touching, sliding and grinding over one another in a wild dance of lust. Nadine groaned as she felt the stiff hairs of Jack's crotch tickle her peeled-back snatchlips.
"Ohhhhh," the brunette sighed happily as his cockhead seemed to fry her hot cunt oil. As it pushed aside the virgin pink tissue, his shaft was grabbed by the sensitive, velvety pussy walls. Jack felt his dick run into something firm.
"You are a virgin!" Jack said in surprise, stopping his fucking for an instant, then pushing down, harder. His weight came down slowly, forcing his prick in.
"No, it hurts." she cried.
The girl's eyeballs rolled in her head as the pressure in her cunt turned into a sharp, tearing pain. He was going to rip apart her cherry, smash past the obstructing membrane with a bloody crashing force and dump his spunk into her tight little pussy! And then what-pregnancy?
"Nooooo!" Nadine cried again, sliding her hands from Jack's back to his chest and trying to push him off her.
But the young teenager was determined, holding her shoulders and back pressed tightly against the mattress while he plunged his cock forward again. Finally his dick broke through in one sharp stab. His engorged massive cock plunged into the depths of her body.
Nadine yowled like a wounded animal, her muscles quivering then stiffening from the sharp, ripping pain. She turned her head and started sobbing. Hot, salty tears spilled over onto her flushed cheeks as she felt Jack stop his fucking for an instant. He couldn't finish up with her like this, sore and bleeding.
Yet the young girl began to feel his cock throbbing faster now, sliding in and out of her cunt.
"Best thing for that little cunny now's more fucking," he grunted.
Nadine lay quietly for several seconds. Then she became aware of the fire that had burned through her pussy before started up again. The throbbing iron-hardness of Jack's prick was sending hot flashes through her body.
"Ohhh, it's good," Nadine babbled.
Her legs were spread wide apart so Jack's throbbing cock could slide deeper inside her. Her pussy juices were bubbly hot again. She could feel the pushing cock gliding into her until it rubbed the sore spot where her cherry had been numb. The young girl was tensing her dancing buttocks then relaxing them, hunching up and down on the mattress, meeting Jack's fucking motions with ones of her own. The teenager felt his weight rest on her clit. His hairy hardness rubbed against her body until every nerve sparkled with sexual electricity.
Then Nadine felt a tightness spreading all over her body. She was teetering on the brink. Her breaths were shallow now, raking her body as she felt the tight fist of orgasm gripping her throbbing cunny. The eruption that followed in her clitty was deeper and more exciting and satisfying than anything she had ever known.
Her hips were bouncing and rocking while her belly rippled in time to the mind-blowing explosions in her snatch. She worked her thighs obscenely, beating her hairy crotch against his fat cock. Her titties rolled and slapped together, jiggling under the sexual attack from above as her cuntal walls tightened against his burning prick.
As her orgasm spilled over her, Jack plunged his cock faster and faster in and out of her pussy. In an instant she could feel his dick ballooning thicker and thicker, then throb spastically as it began pumping out scalding gouts of spunk into her stretched cunt.
The two of them babbled incoherently while their respective orgasms tore at their sweaty, exhausted bodies. Jack buried his mouth in the nape of her neck, planting small kisses on her shuddering shoulders while he gently stroked her swollen titties.
"You're one hell of a fuck, babe. For your first time you took to it like a duck to water," Jack said, pulling away and smiling down at her.
The perky brunette blushed furiously, aware now of the shame she had brought down on herself. Nadine groaned, turning her face away and thinking of what she had done.
She had sworn early in life to save her cherry for her husband. That would be the one wedding gift more precious than anything anyone could give them. And what had she done? She'd given her virginity away to a total stranger in a filthy slum in one of the worst sections of New York City. Her shame and guilt crashed down on her as Jack slowly rose and pulled his flaccid dick from her sore pussy.
"Gotta get you wiped up. Can't go home with all that blood on your legs," the boy said, standing up a little shakily and looking around to wipe something over the girl's thighs.
Nadine still lay quietly, afraid to look down at her pussy while Jack dabbed it clean with a handkerchief he'd found in his jeans. She just hoped she wouldn't get pregnant-although looking peacefully at Jack cleaning up her bloodied snatch, the young brunette wondered what kind of handsome, strong child she would have from a stud like him. A knock at the door ended those speculations.
"Get dressed," Jack hissed to her, jerking up quickly and running over to his Levi's. "Just a second," he said, pulling up his jeans, then grabbing his shirt and tossing it quickly over his broad shoulders. "Hey, you two in there, Bob's here."
Nadine' rose painfully from the mattress and dressed as hurriedly as possible. Occasionally she glanced at the filthy piece of material on which she'd lost her cherry and felt remorse. Cindy walked out of the bedroom, tucking her sweater in her jeans and looking a little guilty as she stared at her sister.
"You knew what was going to happen here," Nadine said almost in a sob as she finished dressing.
"And don't tell me you didn't like it," Cindy retorted, her eyes narrowing with anger as Nadine blushed furiously under her sister's gaze. "I could hear you howling all the way in there."
"All right, can it!" Jack said, unlocking the door. A tall, thickly built man of about twenty walked in. He wore a brown English style trench coat tied tightly around his waist. His long black hair hung carelessly over his handsome, dark face. In his right hand was a brown paper sack.
"You kids got the money?" he asked crisply. Cindy and Nadine stood together at the back of the room while Jack and Rick fished in their pockets for the bills.
"Right here. That the stuff?" Jack asked as Bob took the money and counted it carefully.
"All here," he said, smiling and handing them the sack. "Why don't you kids take some stuff here? You've rented the room for the night. Might as well crash for a while," Bob suggested, unbuttoning his coat.
"Cindy, we're supposed to get going home," Nadine suggested, feeling the overwhelming desire to get out of this place. She needed time to be alone with herself and think over what had happened to her.
"Shut up, Nadine. I've got the keys, and I'll say what time we leave. Besides, it won't hurt to take a couple of puffs," Cindy said, walking over to Jack and peering into the bag.
"Sure, come on," Bob said, turning and looking at Nadine. There was something cold and calculating in his eyes that unnerved the brunette. Shrinking inwardly from the older man, the young girl joined her sister who was now rolling a joint with the others.
"Have one," Jack said, offering one to her.
Nadine smiled, her fingers touching his hand. She was surprised at the electricity she felt just from that simple, innocent contact.
They all sat down and talked while they smoked. Bob lit up a joint. Yet Nadine noticed he didn't take one drag. After three or four, the brunette began to feel woozy. Turning around, she saw the others rocking back and forth, obviously just as stricken with the drug as she was.
"Man, oh man," Rick commented, taking another deep drag.
"Jeeeeeesus," Jack whispered, leaning back and pressing his head against the wall.
Cindy was already out, her joint burning unattended, then flickering out in her hand.
"There's something else in here," Nadine finally said. She looked at Bob's face. It glowed with triumph and sadism. "What are you doing to us?"
"Nothing. Have another drag," he offered, picking up the joint Nadine had dropped from her fingers.
"No, no," she said, refusing and scooting away from him.
Bob looked hotly at her, then he rose. He turned and walked to the door as Nadine watched him.
Her mind was whirling around and around while she saw him unlock the door and pull it open. She tried rising to her feet. But whatever was in the pot had almost made her completely unconscious.
"Okay," Bob said to someone in the hall.
There was the sound of scrambling up the stairs, then the sight of several figures almost tumbling past Bob through the doorway and into the room. Nadine blinked her eyes and narrowed them, trying to see who these people were.
"Thanks, man," one of the men said.
Nadine could see he was in his mid-twenties, unshaven, his hair tightly curled into a makeshift Afro. There was a thick, unhealthy smell about him that Nadine could detect even in the far corner of the room she was sitting in.
"They out?" the stranger asked, looking at the four teenagers.
"All except the brunette, and she's so loaded she can't do anything," Bob said, pulling the others into the room before glancing down the hall, then slamming and locking the door.
"Who . . . ?" Nadine started to ask, then felt her power of speech stop as the drugs began to take their effect. She lay drunkenly against the wall as she studied the people who had just come in. Besides the first man who'd spoken with Bob, there was a lanky, almost gaunt man of thirty with balding red hair and matching red beard, and a girl of about her age, though her face wore a mask of cruelty and coldness.
"You think we can get out of state with these kids?" the first man asked.
"No problem. I forgot I told them to come up to this place right after I set it up for you. But no matter. You can have a little fun with 'em for a while before you split," Bob said as he bent down and picked up the bag filled with marijuana.
"Whooo, big-time stuff," the first man said sarcastically as he examined the weed, then looked at the four teenagers.
"Don't knock it. It's good money," Bob said, glancing down at the first man's trousers.
Nadine followed the older man's eyes and saw the handle of a pistol sticking out from his belt. She felt a flash of terror ripple across her body. Then a wave of drugged sleepiness swept over her brain and she sank, like the other three, into a deep sleep.