Chapter 1
Karen Sharrod toyed with her long blonde hair, twisting it in her fingers as she rested her chin on her arm and stared absently out the window. The hot, muggy air this late August evening was making the achy itch between her legs throb worse than ever. Karen let out a long sigh, moving her plump, firm ass slightly on the chair. That subtle motion made the insistent feeling build up along the insides of her thighs like a tiny electric shock, growing until her cuntlips, asscheeks and belly grew heavy and flushed. If only that new boy in class, Billy Richards, hadn't looked at her that way all through English! The way he kept staring at her made the young sixteen-year-old blonde blush with excitement. She could still feel his look burn through her clothing.
Karen closed her eyes and sucked in a ragged breath. She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. She remembered especially today and how Billy looked at her. She was wearing a sleeveless scoop-necked blouse dyed in various colors. Like so many of the girls in her high school
Karen hadn't worn a bra. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. And when Billy stared hotly at her, they turned hard and poked even more prominently through the cotton cloth. It was obvious, at least to Karen, that he had been peering at her fully developed tits seconds earlier when she'd bent down to pick up a pencil dropped earlier.
And the way he kept shifting in his chair, Karen knew his cock must be growing stiff and uncomfortably hard. Although she was still a virgin, plenty of girls who weren't were more than happy and proud to tell her how boys work. And then Karen was sure he was mentally undressing her. That thought excited the girl more and more. She could feel her clitty erecting itself. Her pussy membranes were beginning to swell. Every time she squirmed in her wooden chair her cuntlips were moving apart slowly, unsticking, exposing her trembling unplowed slit.
She had begun to sweat. Even Miss Jones, the English teacher, asked her if she was all right. The boys in the room looked at her, then at Billy, then smirked. They all knew what was wrong with her.
Then when Billy was called to the front of the room to write something on the board, Karen could see a bulge in his Levi's just where his cock would be as he walked down the aisle. How many of her classmates were aware of what was happening to her? She could smell something funny coming up from her legs. Cunt juice! Vaporized pussy oil, evidence of her cunny coming into heat!
Karen lowered her eyes while Billy was at the front of the room. Her fingers were shaking so badly she couldn't take notes. And he was staring at her, ignoring Miss Jones who was talking about the Romantic English poets. The knob of his stiff prick was pressing against the fly of his jeans. Somewhere in the back Karen could hear suppressed giggling. Other girls had noticed it and guessed who it was meant for. Karen wanted to die.
Instead she ignored-or tried to ignore Billy, letting her mind grow blank while the class droned on. The bell ringing out in the hall made Karen sigh with relief. It was all over-at least for the day. When she started to get up she could feel her jeans clinging to her crotch. They were damp, sticky, soaked by the juice that had oozed through her thin pink panties. And she could tell from Billy's steady gaze that he knew it.
After class the girls practically pinned poor Karen down in her desk seat, giggling, wanting to know how many times she let Billy go all the way with her. When the young blonde swore she never even went out with him, the others sneered and raised their heads proudly, thinking she was too good for them.
"Damn!" Karen muttered, blushing that she had used such a word. Her parents had told her swearing was a terrible sin. For years she had been under the oppressive moral rule of her Baptist parents. No smoking, dancing, drinking, and not even thinking about a man except in the most ideal of terms. But how could she stop thinking about men like that? It grew worse every year.
And now as she was nearly seventeen Karen began thinking about things her mother and father would have considered the worst of sins. How her cunny ached and itched at nights! How her titties swelled like balloons whenever she thought of boys and what they could do with the long, stiff thick things the girls told her about. Six inches, eight inches, even ten and eleven inches of dickmeat worming their way into her tight little cunny. It seemed impossible! The hole wasn't that big. And the prick would go all the way into her tummy.
Still Karen would lay alone in her bed at night, her body on fire while her mind concentrated on what a hot dick up her snatch would feel like. It was at times like those when Karen would reach down with trembling, icy fingers, push the covers away and slide her hands under her gown to her cunny. She'd close her eyes, tugging and caressing her clitty shaft with her fingers while she pictured some man slowly settling between her legs, his cock hot and red and sliding back and forth in the crack between her torso and upper thighs. Oh God, how her clit burned like a glowing jewel! How wet her palms were with pussy juice as the excitement grew and grew, making her virginal snatch tight like a fist.
And then blessed release! Orgasm after orgasm flowed over her cunny. How sweet it was to bask in the warm afterglow. Still there was something missing in all that. The young blonde needed a man-a real man to show her what to do with her snatch.
"Ohhh!" Karen groaned, digging her sharp fingernails into the palms of her hands. She sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard until she nearly drew blood. The itch was getting worse! If only her parents were gone she'd get into bed and take care of it the way she had so many other nights! But she could hear them talking downstairs through her opened bedroom door. Then there was the sound of the doorbell, and someone else walked in.
Karen sighed, wondering how long it would be before everyone went to bed when she heard her mother calling her from below.
"Karen, Karen honey. Come on downstairs for a minute. Leave your homework. There's some people I want you to meet," her mother called from the foot of the stairs.
Karen stretched her long, tapered legs out in front of her, feeling her pussy ripple teasingly at that light pressure. Her body felt heavy and warm. Karen knew something was wrong. She was too overheated to meet friends of her family. Yet there was nothing she could do that wouldn't arouse her mother's suspicion.
"Coming," the girl shouted pleasantly, pulling herself up out of the chair to the doorway.
Walking down the stairs Karen thought she could recognize one of the voices drifting lazily in the large, warm living room. Stepping down onto the bottom landing, Karen felt her eyes widen with surprise and delight. It was that new boy-Billy Granger and his mother and father.
"Karen honey, I want you to meet the Grangers. They've been in town just for a few months. Your daddy and I invited them over for some coffee. We thought we'd make them feel more at home, especially as your daddy's a regular member on the Church Council."
Karen kept her eyes modestly down, feeling a blush beginning to work up from her toes to her face. She saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiling pleasantly. And to the big old man's right Billy stood silently, his eyes fixed heatedly on the young girl. She could feel that same, hot stare ripping through her clothes, making her titties swell and ache while her pussy began dribbling cunny juice all over again.
"They're from Richmond, Virginia. I don't know if you'll enjoy our humble country ways in Little Rock," Mrs. Sharrod continued.
Karen ground her teeth together silently. That was her mother! Always playing the grand dame when her father could barely make the mortgage payments on their modest home. What would Billy think of all that wild rambling?
Karen dared roll her eyes up once. They met with Billy's. He was smiling slightly, his hands jammed deep into his pockets while he rocked back and forth on his heels. He wasn't paying attention at all to her mother. The girl blushed with embarrassment and pride. He was so big and handsome! So many of the other girls in class tried to get their hooks into him. No one succeeded. One or two of her friends were mean enough to suggest he was a fag! But Karen could tell from the looks he gave her in class and especially here in her parents' living room that he was no queer. Her body felt warm and lush under that stare. It was all she could do to keep from falling to the floor. Her knees were buckling. And how her cunt and nipples pulsed with the same exotic sexual rhythm.
"Why don't you two go outside on the porch for a while," Mrs. Sharrod suggested, taking Billy's mother by the arm and guiding her toward the kitchen. "We old folks'll do all right talking among ourselves."
Karen nodded silently, turning and walking toward the screen door. She caught her mother's expression-warm, trusting. If only she knew how her daughter was reacting to this tall, thick-shouldered boy behind her, her mother would lock her up in the bedroom.
Karen stepped onto the porch, sucking in a lungful of the warm, thick night air. Behind her she could hear her mother's voice growing softer as she disappeared into the kitchen. Then there was the thudding of Billy Granger's boots on the wooden floor of the large summer porch. The sound seemed to go through the young blonde like a knife.
"So, you're from Richmond?" Karen said, turning around and wondering why her voice sounded so awfully low.
"Yeah. My father's a mechanical engineer. His company transferred him here," Billy said with a thick drawl, moving to Karen's right and leaning against one of the wooden pillars. He wasn't looking at her. His blue eyes were focused on the blackness outside.
"It's not as exciting as other places-Little Rock, I mean," she said nervously. Now they were alone Karen wasn't sure how to handle herself. She couldn't do anything improper. But somehow she had to let Billy know she was interested in him.
"No, guess it isn't. But it's not all that bad," he said quietly, turning and flashing a big boyish grin at her.
Karen nearly died of excitement and fright. She saw his handsome face looming in front of her like a bright moon. His broad forehead, high cheeks, deep-set eyes, thick blond moustache and military-cut blond hair made him look like a young
Prussian officer. She wanted to fall into his arms and have him do . . . do whatever boys are supposed to do short of.. . of THAT.
Still Karen played it proper and leaned away from Billy.
"This place pretty big? I don't see too many houses around here," he said casually, moving around the pillar and stepping down to the ground.
"The land goes all the way down to the road, then over here down to a stream out back. If you want I'll show you. It's pretty, even at night."
The two of them rounded the house, hearing their parents talking in the kitchen. In seconds they had escaped the warm glow streaming from the opened windows and were walking through tall grass growing damp with dew. The bright silver light from the full moon turned the wet field into land of sparkling jewels. Karen inhaled deeply and smelled the thick, heavy perfume of magnolias and wild flowers. Mixed with that was her own pungent aroma of cunny juice drifting in the still night. She wondered if Billy could smell it behind her!
Soon they were by the river. Karen stopped at the edge, staring down at the gently flowing water below. The air was filled with the quiet gurgling of slow-moving water. She sank down onto the wet grass, not caring if she stained her shorts. She needed something cold to bring her pussy out of the shameful heat that was burning it up.
"You're right. It is pretty here," Billy said, squatting down next to her.
For what seemed like an eternity neither one of them spoke. Karen thought she'd scream if Billy kept on sitting there quietly.
"You know, I've been kind of watchin' you in class lately," he said a little shyly. Karen jerked her head around and saw the boy was toying with several long blades of grass in his hands.
"Oh? What for?"
"Oh, you know," he said, throwing the grass in front of him. Karen smiled to herself at his apparent shyness. He was such a big man. She'd heard he'd be trying out for the football team and was almost a shoo-in. "Hell, I'm not good at this kind of stuff."
"What kind of.. . " Karen began. Her sentence stopped when Billy suddenly flung himself on top of her like a heavy rug. For a moment Karen felt helpless. She couldn't imagine what was happening to her as Billy pinned her down to the wet grass and started unbuttoning her shorts. His lips were on her neck, slathering down her crawling down her flesh while his fingers dug cruelly at her thighs.
"Jesus Christ, I've wanted to do this all goddamned day. Now I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna slip this cock of mine into your cunt."
The words burned like a hot poker into Karen's mind. She froze, her body stiffening as if someone had injected concrete into her veins. He was raping her, raping her right on her father's property!
"No, don't," she cried, reaching up and trying to scratch his face. He couldn't do this to her. She was a virgin. No, she was saving that for her husband. He could kiss her, even put his hand where her mother said only a lawful husband should put his hand. But not COCK!
"Come on, Karen. You know you want it as much as I do."
The girl froze with horror. So he had noticed her reaction to him in class. And now he was taking advantage of it. The girl suddenly burned with frustration and anger. She wasn't a piece of meat.
"You filthy pig," she grunted, pushing up at Billy's chest with all her strength. She could feel his thick legs pinning hers down to the wet grass while his fingers began to work under her thighs, up under her legbands toward her crotch. He was hunching his groin down, pushing something long and hard against her pussy.
"Pig, eh?" Billy grunted, pulling his head up and staring angrily at the young blonde. Her hair was fanned out on the ground around her. Karen's eyes glittered with hate. "I'll show you."
With that the young man moved his mouth over hers, pressing down his thick sensuous lips and driving his tongue like a spear into Karen's mouth.
The young blonde teenager cried out a muffled scream, twisting her body like a snake under Billy's as she tried to escape the hot, wiggly thing in her mouth. But as disgusted and terrified as she was, Karen couldn't ignore the fact that she was getting turned on to this "rape."
Slowly she pulled her knees apart, letting Billy settle comfortably on her like a cowboy climbing into the saddle. The young man became more gentle the more cooperative Karen became. She was kissing him back, actually welcoming the big boy's tongue into her mouth and starting to push back with her own. She rolled her ass over the damp ground, pushing up against Billy's bulging groin. She could feel his fingers wandering freely over her shorts, caressing her inner thighs, crawling up her naked belly toward her titties. She was twisting and writhing under the big young man now, desperately sucking in his tongue while raking his back with her fingernails. The fear of any rape was gone. All she could think of was the lush, hot tight feeling growing in her cunny and the warm pressure of Billy's body against hers.
"Oh, it's wrong, no, no," Karen gasped. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. Something much stronger than her morals or those of her parents had taken her over. Karen was shoving up to Billy, silently offering her virgin cunny to him while he drove his tongue over her teeth, lashing her mouth. Spittle drooled out of their mouths and rolled down Karen's chin and cheeks. She raised her knees, digging the balls of her feet into the grass. She could feel her pussylips becoming bloated, swelling up and frying in her own juice. If this was the terrible loss of innocence her mother always talked about, Karen was ready to go through it every night.