Chapter 2

Carla Williams sat alone in her extensive living room, the couch still warm from her recent sexual activities. As she sipped her third martini of the evening, Carla found it difficult to keep from thinking about Jimmy, the young man who had fucked her so well. It would have been nice to spend the whole night together, testing the virility in that strong young body, but when you robbed the cradle you rarely got what you wanted.

It was early in the evening, early enough for Carla to call one of her girl friends and arrange a get-together. Carla reached for the telephone and then drew her arm back, realizing that she would be bored stiff with any of her friends, would find it a comedown from her sex charged hour with the young electrician. She sank back into the lushly upholstered velour sofa and sipped her drink again, her face animated and nervous.

Carla spent the next hour taking care of the household chores she had neglected during the week. It was hard to maintain a career and a home simultaneously but Carla was up to the challenge and always had been. Graduate of a top woman's college, she had started on the bottom rung of the advertising ladder, as secretary to the president of a small agency. Carla had worked diligently, regardless of the nature of her job. Even the most trivial tasks had been taken seriously, done with an eye on the future. Carla had quit the first agency and become a copywriter in a larger concern. Now she was at the top of her field, earning good money, respected by her colleagues, male and female.

But Carla Williams was not a popular woman. Lacking social grace, she came on all business, turning men off with her efficiency and lack of a sense of humor. Her sharp ears had picked up much of the office gossip, and the self-aware woman had to admit that she had earned the description of ice princess, or ball buster, as some of her less generous colleagues would have put it.

Despite her reputation and foreboding mannerisms, Carla had been much besieged by men. Tall, blonde, large-breasted and broad hipped, she cut an appealing figure physically. Her large sensual mouth and insinuating blue eyes seemed to draw men like a magnet. Carla was past the point of being flattered by their unwanted attention. She had been turned off to sex at an early age, saw men as threatening, degenerate, aggressive creatures.

Carla lay down her glass and closed her eyes, reclining on the soft couch. She was drowsy but it would be impossible to fall asleep for a few hours longer. It was so easy to sink back and remember, relive the significant events of her past. All week she had been concerned with business matters, suppressing her own personal concerns for the sake of her career. Now she could be her own woman, indulge herself completely.

The radio was on at low volume, playing yet another sentimental love song. Carla's taste in music was simple and primitive. It was good as background, relaxing, but did not affect her sensually. Carla had been a good athlete as a girl but never a good dancer, had never allowed herself to be taken up by rhythm and movement.

The nightgown slid off Carla's shoulders as she luxuriated on the overstuffed couch. Her breasts were still full and sensitive from the fucking Jimmy had given her. Her legs crossed and then opened restlessly and there was still a tingling sensation deep inside her recently satiated pussy. It was impossible to relax except by losing herself in reminiscence.

Naturally, Carla's thoughts turned to sex. It was possible to forget her current frustration by re-experiencing her past sexual experiences. Unfortunately, Carla's sexual initiation had been far from pleasant. After a promising start, she had been hurt and disillusioned, turned off almost completely.

At the age of thirteen it had been so beautiful and I simple. That summer she had cemented an alliance with Ralph Danzig, the boy next door, a year younger than herself. School was over and there wasn't much to do, other than bicycle riding down the curved streets of her lower middle class suburb. Even that grew tiring and boring after a while. Two weeks of idleness had made the young girl restive and frustrated.

Ralph had changed that in a hurry. New to the neighborhood, he had picked out his next door neighbor on his first day at school, noting the girl's swelling breasts, long hairless legs and broad shapely ass. Carla was the best stacked girl in school and had a pretty face as well. It seemed that it would be easy enough to get something started with the young sexpot, especially once school had ended. For Carla was a serious student, too hard working and zealous to go out on dates.

Ralph had insinuated himself carefully into Carla's affections, not coming on strong for the first week. He made sure to run into the girl at least once a day, exchanging a few words at first, then becoming more personal. He could see that the girl was responsive, found him attractive and interesting. One thing had led to another until Ralph had asked her out on an innocent date, a bike ride to the state park five miles away from their town.

Carla's parents had been more than happy to approve of the girl's dating. Carla had always been shy and standoffish with other children. Ralph was a gregarious, nice-looking youth, whose sociability might be tonic for their daughter. Mrs. Williams didn't bother to warn her daughter about the dangers of being alone with a teenage boy. It didn't seem possible for her staid, respectable daughter to consider fooling around.

The day started beautifully, a sunny July morning. Ralph set a fast pace along the deserted streets, knowing that his agile slender companion would have no trouble keeping up with him. In just over an hour they entered the state park, leaving their bicycles in the parking lot and heading into the woods. Carla was startled to feel Ralph taking her hand once they had reached a deserted area but she complied with the boy's wishes, finding that her usual reserve had evaporated in his presence.

"Let's sit down here for a while," Ralph suggested, indicating a secluded shaded copse. "We haven't much chance to talk, and I really want to talk to you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, anything," Ralph answered, smiling and narrowing his eyes as he met Carla's unflinching gaze. "I don't know if I even want to talk. Maybe I'd like to do other things."

Before Carla could ask what the handsome lad had in mind, Ralph had moved closer to the girl, his right arm laid gently on her slender shoulder. Carla felt her blood starting to race. It wasn't the first time a boy had tried to kiss her but it was different somehow. For one thing, she was going to give in, let Ralph do what he wanted. Usually boys made her nervous but Ralph had her happy, curious and content.

Carla closed her eyes as she felt the boy's lips pressing against her mouth. Ralph was six months younger than her but he was tall and muscular, had already started to shave. He emanated a pleasant musky odor as his body blocked out the sun. Everything about the boy was warm and pleasing and attractive.

Carla winced as she felt the boy's tongue attempting to penetrate her lips. After a second of half-conscious thought she parted her lips, allowing the boy to have his way with her. Carla's body was being stimulated for the first time in her young life, and it was difficult for her to understand what was happening. As long as the experience remained I pleasant she was willing to put up with the confusion indefinitely.

Ralph was not the sort of lad to let an opportunity be wasted. He kissed the girl for a few minutes, reaming her mouth with his thick tongue. And then lowered his hand from her shoulders, seeking out the well defined contours of Carla's budding adolescent tits. The girl squirmed in his arms but it seemed that as long as he kept kissing her she would let him do anything.

"You're so nice," Ralph purred, no longer kissing the girl. "And you have such a terrific figure, just like a movie star. A lot of the boys think you wear falsies, but I can see you're for real. Did you know that you have the best body in the school?"

Carla had come to that conclusion on her own, but it was good to hear it from a boy. Ralph was so gentle and sincere, so dedicated to her that it was almost embarrassing. Usually he was a fast-talking wise guy, but now he was acting like a real gentleman, abashed and dominated by her lovely presence.

"I'd like to do some things to you," Ralph said, getting bolder with every passing minute. "Come on, let me take your blouse off. If you don't like it, I promise you can put it back on."

A brief moment of hesitation preceded Carla's acquiescence. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, her nipples already erect, wondering why her hands were trembling so uncontrollably. It was embarrassing to sit there in her brassiere, the tops of her tits bulging out of their framework. But Ralph was looking at her with such admiration that she couldn't be nervous for long.

Ralph reached down and began to fondle her large swelling tits that had been offered to his perusal. His hands stroked the spheres gently and knowingly, lingering at the nipples, kneading and molding her flesh. Soon he had managed to pull the brassiere halfway off, revealing all of one pink-tipped breast and half of the other. So far his plan was working admirably. Five minutes more and he would have the girl completely naked.

Soon Carla was wrapped in the boy's arms, feeling a hard bulge in the front of his trousers. That disturbed her at first, but soon Carla was overcome with sexual stimulation as the boy played with her naked breasts. His shirt was off and his hard chest muscles turned her on all the more.

Then Carla felt Ralph's hands moving down her naked stomach, over the well defined muscles of her abdomen. It tickled and felt good at the same time, felt even better when she sensed his hand covering her virgin pussy, massaging the mound of venus, causing new sensations to pass through her curious young body.

Ralph's fingers worked expertly, opening the waistband of Carla's jeans and then sliding the thick pants down over her hips to the girl's elegantly curved thighs. His prick was bulging and throbbing mercilessly, but he would have to wait before asking her to jerk him off. It was so easy to scare off a young girl that one had to be super careful at times like that.

Ralph hooked his finger under the elastic of Carla's pink nylon panties, causing the girl to squirm and writhe in his arms. Soon he had located her vulva, working the tip of his index finger into the tight, moist hole. Carla tried to resist for a moment but soon found it impossible. She was letting Ralph go too far, but it felt so good that she was helpless with delight.

"That's it, baby, you know it feels good," Ralph whispered in her ear. "I want you to do the same thing to me. Come on, just put your hand on top of it. Feel how hard my prick is. That shows you that I like you-like you a lot."

Carla was too confused to reply. Boys had tried to make her put out at parties but she had always resisted. But now she was rubbing her hand over the boy's prick without hesitation, loving every minute of it. Soon she could feel Ralph's finger plunging deep into her wet pussy, making her whole body hot and sensitive. The least she could do was reciprocate.

Somehow Ralph's prick came out of his pants, naked and alive in Carla's soft hands. She stroked the heavy rod for a few minutes and then began to play with the spongy purple tip, loving the way Ralph would pant aloud as she stimulated him.

Carla ignored the finger in her pussy, concentrating on the fascinating toy Ralph had so generously loaned her. She ran her cool fingers along the length of the knotted shaft, opened the tiny vertical slit on the tip, pinched the loose skin of the collar. All the while, Ralph's prick seemed to get bigger and harder, as if there would be no end to its expansion.

"Kiss it," Ralph said, his voice harder than before. "Just put your lips around it and lick it with your tongue."

"I can't do that! That's dirty," Carla protested.

"You can do it for me," Ralph replied, sure of himself. "I promise I won't tell anybody about it. You want to do it, I know you do. Come on, Carla, you're so beautiful, just do it a little."

With a sense of foreboding, Carla lowered her head and planted a timid kiss at the sensitive tip of her young lover's swollen cock.

At first it tasted salty and unfamiliar, a little frightening. Soon Carla was able to open her mouth farther, letting the first two inches of Ralph's prick pass between her regular white teeth. Her face was distorted from the effort of downing the thick weapon, but Carla found that she could do it without suffering.

Ralph kept his fingers inside the girl's pussy, knowing that she wouldn't let him down as long as he kept her stimulated. His prick moved in and out of Carla's mouth, a dark, angry red in color, thick veins clearly outlined on its shiny surface. He hadn't dreamt of getting a blow job from the girl but she seemed like a real little slut, ready to give him anything.

It was tempting to put his hand behind Carla's head and make her swallow more of his prick, but Ralph controlled himself carefully. He would want the girl again, so there was no reason to scare her off the first time around. Besides, his prick was almost ready to come now, and any second he would be ready to unleash a torrent of cum right into her pretty little mouth.

Just as Carla was getting used to sucking cock, the inevitable explosion occurred. Her head had slid down further on the big cock, and she had learned how to use every combination of her lips, teeth and tongue to drive the boy wild with lust. But then Ralph's prick had shot into her mouth, disgorging and incredibly thick and salty stream of fluid, taking Carla completely by surprise and causing her to choke and gag.

Carla tried to swallow his sticky come juice, realizing that it was impossible to remove the rampaging prick from her mouth. She managed to down some of the stuff but then was forced to spit out the erupting organ, receiving the rest of Ralph's come all over her stunned and lovely young face.

A little come got into Carla's eye, but that didn't stop her from being delighted with her handiwork. She had made her boy friend incredibly happy and now he was being super nice to her, starting with the flattery again, doing everything in his power to express his gratitude. His fingers had slid out of Carla's pussy during the excitement of his orgasm, but Carla felt satisfied nonetheless, having no idea about the orgasm she had missed.

The next few days were sheer heaven for Carla Williams. Ralph remained at her beck and call, ever willing to be alone with the girl, especially in their favorite spot in the woods. Carla had thought over her sexual experiences and decided to go no farther with Ralph. It was nice to play with his dick, but safer to keep him away from her virgin pussy.

Little by little, Carla learned the joys and mechanics of petting. It was with a great sense of achievement that she learned how to swallow semen without choking, to use her lips and tongue to their best advantage in firing her boy friend's lust. Best of all, she had somebody to call her own, a boy who was more than happy with her, a boy to hold up to her feminine rivals.

Eventually, Carla became tired of her young lover. It seemed that they were getting nowhere together, just repeating what they had done the first time around. Ralph was young and somewhat callow, not nearly sophisticated enough to give her what she wanted. The boy was too easy to dominate, too easily pleased with her oral ministrations. Carla decided she needed an older man, somebody who could teach her something new.

It was easy enough for the gorgeous young girl to find what she was seeking. Men had been staring and whistling at her on the streets for over a year, ever since her tits had grown and her ass had become firm and curvaceous. One afternoon Carla had stopped at the neighborhood bookstore, thinking that she could get a head start on next year's schoolwork. That sort of foresight had been a trait of Carla's since early childhood.

David Green was forty years old and a bachelor by choice. His store, which sold candy and ice cream as well as paperback books had become a hangout for the local school children. Mr. Green had always been tolerant of their presence, delighting especially in the half-formed charms of the young girls.

He started a conversation with Carla as soon as the young beauty entered his store. Carla seemed ridiculously innocent, so serious and sincere that she had to be easy pickings. One thing led to another, and soon the girl had agreed to stay while he closed the store for its midday break. She seemed to look forward to being alone with him, echoing Mr. Green's desires exactly.

"How come a pretty girl like you spends her time hanging around a bookstore with an old man like me?" David asked, closing the back door of the small shop. "I'd expect you to be riding around with some boy in his car."

"Oh, the older boys aren't interested in me," Carla answered, immediately warming to the man. "They like girls their own age. The only boys who like me are real kids, you know what I mean?"

"They're crazy to pass you by," David answered with real emotion. "You're not too young for anybody. An intelligent girl like you needs an older man to teach her about life."

"Yes, I'd like that," Carla answered, knowing that the man was going to do something to her. "I'm pretty young, and I have a lot to learn. I get so impatient sometimes."

That was all that David Green needed to hear. Nobody knew about him in that town yet, knew about the time he had spent in jail for fooling around with pre pubescent girls. He had tried to conquer his lust but found it impossible, particularly with a girl like Carla who seemed to be begging to be seduced.

David took the slender girl by the hand, leading her to a ragged and threadbare couch in the corner of the narrow, dirty room.

David took the slender girl by the hand, leading her to a ragged and threadbare couch in the corner of the narrow, dirty room. He sat beside Carla and immediately began to undress the girl, his lips riveted to her neck, his eyes blazing with a lustful fury. Yes, this one was going to put out for him, go all the way. It was about time he scored with one of the young teases.

Carla felt the clothing being ripped from her body but was still willing to give David Green the benefit of the doubt. The clear-headed girl had made her decision and was determined to go through with it. So far it was very different from petting with her young boy friend. Mr. Green didn't seem very concerned with her pleasure or emotions, seemed to be thinking only of himself. Still, Carla figured as she was stripped to the skin, it was early and the man might yet treat her properly.

There was no time for further thought on Carla's part. Mr. Green had removed his own clothing and stood before the slender young beauty with a huge, raging erection, larger and thicker than Ralph's substantial cock. His face was red with lust, his eyes narrowed like those of a pig. Carla shuddered slightly, sinking onto the couch and shutting her eyes simultaneously.

She felt the huge weapon hammering at her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth. Carla cooperated for the first few seconds, parting her thick lips gently and sucking with reverence and respect the heavy, foul-tasting organ. But Mr. Green shoved his cock in hard, moving it to the very back of her straining throat, causing Carla to gag and retch. She opened her eyes to plead for mercy and was frightened by the savage look on her lover's face.

Again and again the heavy tool bored its way into the startled young girl's throat. Carla found that it was all she could do to breath and keep from vomiting under the relentless assault. At the same time, Mr. Green had latched onto her tits, mauling and pinching her luscious globes viciously, serving his own pleasure without a thought for his mistress' desires.

Suddenly he pulled his prick out of Carla's mouth and then pushed the girt into a reclining position. Carla stared up at the man with tearing eyes, unable to frame the questions that were racing through her terrified mind. This was nothing like the sex she was used to. It was hot and dirty and exploitative, and Mr. Green seemed to be loving every minute of it.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, you little slut," the man shouted with glee. "You've got this coming to you for tormenting me with your ugly fucking body. Just lay there and keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you."

So saying, the tall muscular man loomed over his young captive, holding his erection in his right hand. He didn't kiss or caress Carla but held his cock at the entrance of her virginal pussy, the head ensconced between her labia. Then he began to push forward, stuffing his cock into the narrow orifice an inch at a time, refusing to slow down for a second.

Carla held her breath, wondering why the process of losing her virginity was turning out to be so painful. The big prick would never fit inside her, she was sure. It would tear her to pieces if he tried to get in any farther. Mr. Green pushed forward, coming up against the sensitive barrier of Carla's intact maidenhead, stopped for a moment in his quest for defloration.

"Stop, please stop, you're hurting me," Carla whimpered. "Be gentle with me. I've never done this before."

A peal of cruel laughter answered Carla's innocent pleas. Mr. Green gathered his strength and then jerked his prick forward, tearing the girl from within. His prick buckled momentarily and then slid painfully into her pussy, causing Carla to wince and cry out with agony. Mr. Green laughed once again, delighted to have the girl helpless in his hands.

It was impossible for Carla to collect her thoughts at that juncture. Physical pain and emotional distress had robbed her of all rationality. All she knew was that she had made a terrible mistake in allowing herself to be seduced by an older man. She was playing out of her league, should have confined her sexual activities to boys of her own age and level of experience.

But it was too late to do anything about the man who was fucking her so furiously. Carla looked down at the prick that had entered her body, amazed that the full length could fit inside her distended pussy. She felt like candy on a stick, totally immobilized by his heavy cock. It was alright as long as her lover didn't move, but soon Mr. Green was humping away at her, causing the girl to lose her mind from pain.

His huge, hot cock slid most of the way out of Carla's twat for a brief moment. Then Mr. Green slammed it in again with all his strength, knocking the breath out of Carla's body, still cackling with sadistic lust. He raised his body up so that it was supported on his splayed palms, allowing his prick to slide ever deeper into Carla's overloaded twat.

Carla was well lubricated inside, but it did her little good once the man pulled out all stops and began to fuck her so ferociously. His prick was like some sort of weapon, invading her body and violating all her secrets. There was no way Carla could escape that frenzied onslaught, nothing she could do but lie there and wait for the man to finish. Carla found herself slipping into a state of shock. The experience was so wretched that she could protect herself only by repressing it completely, imagining that it was all happening to somebody else.

Mr. Green slowed down for a few seconds and Carla found that she was able to enjoy the experience a little. The big prick still hurt her inner muscles but it was turning her on as well, causing new sensations to pulse in her young body. But then, just a few seconds later, the man was humping her again, fucking Carla without mercy, a savage animal, an older man whom she should never have made the mistake of seducing.

Mr. Green lowered his body, crushing the girl's heavy tits under his hairy dirty chest. He wallowed inside Carla's pussy, which had stretched out to accommodate his thick organ, all the while cackling insanely, muttering about his conquest. Carla listened to a few of the man's words and then tried to hear no more. He was insulting her terribly, using words she had heard only a few times in her limited experience.

"Young bitch," the man muttered intensely, "tormenting me with your big tits and juicy little cunt. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed, I swear, I'll fuck the very life out of you."

Carla shuddered as she felt the huge prick ramming into her tender pussy once again. She had lost any sense of pleasure or accomplishment, feeling betrayed and violated. The man was controlling her completely with his prick, could have lifted her up bodily and carried her around the room, suspended and impaled on that merciless rod. And it seemed to go on forever, compared to the quick and pleasant orgasms of her young lover, Ralph.

"Come on, move that fat ass of yours," David commanded nastily. "I'm tired of doing all the work, you little slut."

Carla attempted to do the older man's bidding but found it impossible to move while she was being crushed by his heavy body. She dug her ass into the lumpy cushions beneath it and wiggled her hips from side to side, but that made his prick seem even bigger and more cruel. Carla stopped moving a few seconds later, hoping that the man was almost ready to come.

Mr. Green lowered his head to Carla's tantalizing tits, biting into her tender, sensitive nipples, rolling them around in his mouth while his prick continued to abuse the girl's overstuffed cunt. He was covered with sweat at that point, cackling like a witch, his muscles knotted and his face red as a beet. Soon his strokes became heavier and less frequent as the man gathered his energy in preparation for a violent climax.

Then the man shoved his prick in for the last time, holding it against Carla's uterus, his heavy torso pinning her motionless to the filthy sofa. His prick rested inside Carla's pussy for a second and then began to erupt, his juices spattering against the walls of her receptacle, his hot cum shooting in and then pouring out again from her undersized chamber, soaking Carla's loins and shapely thighs with its sticky flow.

He remained inside the girl until his prick had wilted and lost its rigidity. Mr. Green then pulled out as quickly and thoughtlessly as he had entered the girl, smirking with triumph, staring at the girl with utter contempt. Carla tried to speak to the man but found it impossible. Every muscle in her body ached and, worst of all, her pussy was bleeding slightly, a wound that would mar and warp her future sexual development.

"What are you waiting for?" Mr. Green demanded a little later. "Get your clothing on and get out of here. I didn't ask you to stay so you could stare at me with your big wounded eyes. If you're going to be a slut, you might as well learn to live like one. I've got work to do. Either you get out of here now, or I'm going to throw you out, naked, on the street."

Carla gathered her clothing and dressed as rapidly as her numbed fingers would allow. She saw the naked man standing above her, his thin gray hair plastered to a high, blemished forehead. This was what adult sex was like, Carla told herself. Older men wanted only to hurt and abuse their mistresses. It had been a terrible experience but at least she had learned her lesson.

That night Carla cried herself to sleep, finally able to comprehend what she had allowed to happen to herself. One thing was certain in her mind. She would never again go to bed or even touch a mature adult man. Sex was something to be done with young boys, youths too inexperienced to treat a girl so cruelly. The traumatic experience had guided every step of her life from that point on, right up to the day she had seduced the handsome young electrician's assistant.