Mikki lay back in the tub, letting the warm water envelop her. Giselda had poured oil in the water and its gentle scent lulled Mikki into deeper relaxation. She gently soaped herself as she considered slipping deeper into the luscious tub and trying to sleep there.
The hoods had finally released her, after she had given them each a blow-job. Mac had spoken more about taking her with them to God knows where. The other two had resisted the suggestion.
"She's the prettiest pussy we ever had," Slim agreed. "But she'd be a hell of a lot of trouble. You know we'd get tired of her. Besides, she'd end up as smelly and dirty as we are. Wouldn't be no fun fucking a girl like that."
"Shit!" Sandy added. "We grab another piece of tail and we'd really have trouble. No way we could keep two cunts in line. One's hard enough."
The men had argued for what seemed to the frightened teen-ager like horns, finally agreeing to release her. They drove the van back towards town and let her out on a deserted road. Mac merely showed her the direction of ton, then waved as they drove off. Mikki's first reaction was to look for the police. She had started for a house off the road to call when she considered the consequences. Daddy would have to know if the cops came into it. They'd probably find out about her other fucking, then Don would be in a hell of a lot of trouble, Don and Giselda.
The girl walked dejectedly along the road until she came to a service station on the edge of town. She needed someone to talk with. She suddenly wanted Giselda. She wanted the comforting presence of the big blonde. She wanted those huge tits pressed against her. She wanted the reassurance of her husky, earthy voice. The young girl ran the last few steps to the phone booth beside the station and called the blonde. Fifteen minutes later she climbed into the little sports car beside Giselda and sighed in deep relief.
"How you coming in there?" Giselda called through the door. "You all right? You've been so quiet for the last fifteen minutes."
"I'm all right," Mikki answered. "Just laying here in the water and relaxing."
She poured the whole story out to her dad's girl friend. She had described the fucks in detail as they drove back to the apartments. Giselda brought her up to her own apartment and called over to the cottage. She told John Phillips that his daughter was with her and that they had some plans for the evening. She gave no hint of anything being wrong, of anything having happened to Mikki. The little brunette smiled faintly as she listened to the smoothness with which the big blonde carried it all off. Daddy never guessed a thing. Giseida, the girl decided again, was a hell of a woman.
She climbed out of the tub and began toweling her body. It amazed the brunette that she had so little pain. She was sore from the rough use of her body. She ached all over from the pawing at her tits and the rolling over the carpeting in the van. Still, she was only sore and aching. She wasn't really hurt, not in that way.
"Hey!" Giselda laughed as she stepped into the bathroom. "You sure look a damn sight better now. Smell better, too."
She slapped Mikki affectionately on the ass and took the towel from her, began to dry Mikki's body with short, brisk movements of the towel. Mikki tingled from the warmth which began to creep over her body. Tiny sparks of pleasure ran along the surface of her skin. She felt a glow kindling deep inside her, and warming her tits, her ass, her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, shilling up at Giselda. "Mmmmm, like nothing ever happened."
"You should tingle," Giselda assured her. "A lovely little body like yours should always glow and tingle."
"Even after what happened today?" the girl asked. "Isn't something wrong with me because I can suddenly feel all clean and glowing so soon?"
"That just shows how healthy you are," the blonde smiled. "Besides, you have to quickly realize that you're the same delicious little Mikki. Those men didn't rob you of that. They didn't really take anything from you. They borrowed your body for a while, but it's still your body. You're the same sweet and delicate little girl. You are, that is, if you want to be. It's up to you, honey. You can let it all be over, or you can live with it the rest of your life."
"But…" Mikki tried to put her worry into words, but could not.
"I know, honey," Giselda assured her, cupping a young tit and caressing it softly. "I know. You just don't see how it can be like that. If you're like me, you'd also confused about yourself."
She kissed the girl on the forehead when Mikki looked up with a question in her eyes. She kissed the girl again and led her into the bedroom.
"The time I got raped," Giselda continued, "I had my biggest problem about myself. I could accept everything but the fact that I actually responded to them. I had an orgasm. That shook the piss out of me."
The young girl stood frozen and stared at the lovely blonde beside her. Giselda did understand. The busty blonde had been through it, too. She was able to comprehend.
Mikki felt her heart leap as she realized that she was being, like her friend when she had experienced the orgasms back in the van. They were alike. Damn! If this meant that she was going to grow up like Giselda, then that was fantastic! She hugged the woman, bunting her face in the comforting fullness of her tits.
"There, now!" Giselda caressed her. "Don't punish yourself for having a healthy pussy. Sure the hell's nothing about that to feel guilt about." She hugged the girl passionately and led her to the bed.
The following afternoon Mikki was still glowing from the memory of Giselda's caresses. She could still feel the softness of the woman's body against her. She could still feel the warmth in her pussy where the lovely blonde had sucked her until she was screaming in delicious agony. Giselda had proven her point. If Mikki's young pussy was still sweet enough for Giselda to eat, then the toughs hadn't really hurt it with their rape.
The girl walked happily along the sidewalk tits thrust against her orange nylon blouse, hips swinging her short skirt to the delight of passing truck drivers. She breathed deeply of the fresh air and bounced on the balls of her feet. She felt good. She felt fresh and young and beautiful. She also felt horny. She wasn't ashamed of the feeling anymore. She was proud of it. It was a way of being like Giselda. What was wrong with her Daddy, she wondered again, that he wanted more pussy then he could get from the luscious blonde? What the hell more did he need then that fantastic pussy?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the car which pulled to the curb beside her. Larry Plunkett called to her and opened the door for her. Mikki looked up at him and paused. Larry had been so shy since the change in her. This was the first time he had attempted to get her in his car. This was the first time he had tried to do anything except escape the press of her tits and thighs. The brunette giggled in anticipation and hopped into the car, slipping along the front seat until she was sitting close to the boy.
"You been hiding from me?" she teased. "All you ever seem to do is run away. Have I done something to upset you?"
She watched him swallow with difficulty. Mikki suppressed the laugh, which tried to burst out at his discomfort. She snuggled against him and let her legs rub against him. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"You didn't answer me," she reminded him. "Have I upset you? I didn't mean to." This latter was emphasized by a soft caress along his thigh. Mike pretended to be waiting for his answer. Her fingers walked idly along his thigh, teasing as though they would move inside his leg.
"N-No," the boy stammered. "You didn't make me angry or anything. It's just that you seemed to change. I couldn't get used to it."
"Changed how?" she asked, watching the movement in his crotch where his young cock was beginning to swell.
"I don't really know," he answered. "Just that you're different. You probably don't even know it. I used to have to fight you to even touch you. Man, if I came close to your thighs or breasts, you'd get madder than hell. Then all of a sudden you kept standing so close to me that you were rubbing up against me. I knew you'd blow your stack if I touched you, you know where, but you kept rubbing them all over me."
"I'm sorry," she told him in a soft, contrite voice. "Really, Larry, I'm sorry."
Mikki turned towards him to let her tits roll over his arm. She felt him shudder at her touch. She watched the strain showing on his face. She smiled as she glanced down at the firm mass of cock-flesh at his groin.
"That's what I'm talking about," he gasped. "Your tits are all over me. You're running your fingers along my leg. Yet I'm supposed to keep my hands off you. It's not fair, damn it! You get me so horny I'm going crazy, but you won't let me do a damn thing about it."
"Let's go make out," she whispered. "Take me somewhere we can fool around for a while."
He almost wrecked the car as her words sank through. Larry looked over at the laughing, teasing green eyes. He stared in shock, unable to believe his ears. The girl he had been panting for was actually offering to let him touch her, caress her! His hands trembled at the thought of getting on those beautiful tits. His brain whirled, trying to think of a place to park with her.
"I'd invite you to the cottage," she told him, "except that my brother or my dad might come in at any time."
"Hey!" Larry gasped. "Mom's gone for the day. We can go to my place."
The trembling boy slammed down on the brakes and turned the car into a side street. He raced them towards his home, anxious to get her on the couch and in his arms before she changed her mind.
Mikki watched him, smiling in contentment. She needed this afternoon with him. She needed to be caressed and adored by a nice boy. She wanted him to restore her estimation of herself. Yes, and she sort of owed him a good loving anyway, for the times she had fought him off.
He parked the car in the carport and opened the door for her. They slipped through the kitchen and went back to the family room. Mikki sat on the large, comfortable couch and smiled up at the boy who stood uneasily before her. She blew him a kiss and nodded to the couch beside her, Larry sat down, his pants positively stretched when his cock was shuddering in unexpected excitement.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured as his arms came around her. She nestled against him and pressed her tits into his chest. Larry covered her lips with his mouth. He kissed her gently, as though afraid he might frighten her if he went after her too anxiously. Mikki had to open his lips with her tongue. She felt the surge of delight through his body as their tongues met in taunting play. She parted her lips farther as he began to suck on the sweetness of her breath. His hand caressed her waist and hips. She shivered as he ran the hand along her thigh, then back up beneath her skirt.
He turned her back against the couch, his chest coming around in front of her. He held her there while he explored the firmness of her ass beneath the skirt. His fingers played with the elastic of her panties, then slipped inside to shiver in delight at the cool satin of her ass-flesh.
"Ohhhhhh!" he gasped. "I'd given up hoping I'd ever be able to love you like this. I've wanted to for so long, Mikki, but you just didn't want any part of it."
She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him more passionately. She ran her tongue frantically around inside his mouth, sucking against his breath and pressing her body against his with slow, sensuous movements. She let her hand rove over his body, teasing his chest. She felt his nipple beneath the soft, knit shirt and fingered it. Larry began to breathe more unevenly. His leg was jumping in spasms of nervous impatience against her thigh. His hand came up from her ass and stroked along her waist once more. He caressed upward along the side of her chest, then let the hand steal closer to the swelling of her tit.
"Mmmmmmm," Mikki murmured again as she turned her body to deliver the glowing tit into his surprised hand. She thrust her boob forward, letting its fullness flow over his hand as she rolled her chest in small circles. Larry caught the message and began to cuddle her tit. He closed his hand around it and twisted it in delirious delight.
"That feels so good," she whispered to him. "Oh, Larry, your hands feel so good on my body. Your touch makes me feel so warm and secure."
"It should make you feel so beautiful," he answered. "My hands are going crazy touching such a beautiful woman. I never thought it'd be so nice to play with a girl's tits."
The little brunette shivered in delight at his words, and at the soft adoration in his touch. She began to stroke along his thigh, letting her hand get closer and closer to his shuddering prick. She could feel the heat coming through his pants before she ever got to it. She hunted his thighs, then let her hand brush against the swollen wad of cock which the pants held in such a confined state. She pressed her hand against his hot cock, then fingered it, searching for the outline of the shaft.
Larry slipped his hand beneath her blouse and reached upward until he cupped her tits. His fingers played with the bare flesh at the top of her bra. He struggled, without success, to get his hand under the bra.
Mikki withdrew her hand from his cock for a moment. She twisted out of Larry's arms and reached up under her blouse to release the bra. The girl smiled warmly, invitingly at him, shaking her tits free of the white undergarment.
"Now you can feel them better," she told him, "Ohhhhhh, yes! Like that, Larry. Love my tits like that!"
He reached both hands up beneath the blouse and caught a tit in each. His eyes looked into hers in total adoration as he cupped and caressed her shimmering jugs. His fingers played with her nipples until Mikki was gasping for breath in her erotic delight. She reached both her hands for his cock. She caressed the hardening rod, then struggled to free the buckle of his belt. It came loose for her to unzip his pants and reach inside for the hard shaft of his prick.
"Ohhhh, my God!" the boy panted. "Ohhhh, what the touch of your hands does to it. You're driving it wild, Mikki, driving it absolutely wild?"
He lifted her blouse and loosely hanging bra. His face came over her tits, lips catching nipples and sucking. He covered her tingling knockers with hands and lips, with caresses and kisses. He sucked them. He licked them. He teased and taunted them. All the while his cock was getting more and more excited. Mikki grasped his dick firmly in her hand and began to pump it. She kept pumping and reached her other hand down to tease his balls.
"Ohhhhh!" Larry shivered. "I can't take too much of that unless you want me to shoot off in your hands. I've got a handkerchief in my pocket if you want to jerk me off."
"I don't want to jerk you off," she whispered. "I want it inside me. Stick it in me, Larry. Let me feel your cock inside me."
He looked at her in shock once mote. Beyond his wildest hopes, lay the dream that he could one day fuck this exquisitely beautiful girl. He never expected this when they came to his house. She had only agreed to make out for a while. Now she was actually inviting him to fuck her. Larry gasped in shock. He trembled in anticipation. His hands were shaking frantically as he fumbled beneath her skirt in his effort to pull her panties down.
"Not like that," she told him. "Not with our clothes on. Not here, on the couch. You have a bedroom back there?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he exclaimed. "Yes! Come on, I'll take you to my room."
He got up quickly, then grabbed for the loosened pants before they fell to his knees and tripped him. He reached for Mikki's extended hand and pulled her upright. His body was pounding as he led her toward the bedrooms. Mikki was going to let him fuck her. He was going to fuck her in his own bed! The boy was ecstatic at the thought. Ho pulled her behind him as they ran through the house and into his room.
Mikki ran to the bed and sat down on it. She bounced on it for a moment, her eyes sparkling with green fire at the smiling boy. She nodded her approval, then whipped the blouse up and over her head. She slipped the bra from her arms and looked up to see if Larry had begun to remove his clothing. He had not. He stood staring at the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. His eyes were glued to her luscious young tits. His mouth sagged as he stood frozen, transfixed by the loveliness of the girl. He swallowed nervously, unable to believe the slender waist, the full tits, the wide hips, the lean, lovely thighs.
"You going to stand there all afternoon?" Mikki asked. She pretended to be impatient with him. Actually she was thoroughly enjoying his rapt adoration. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, made her feel like a princess. He might not have enough experience to give her a good fuck, but simply the way he treated her was already getting her hat in her pussy. She was his Goddess, his Aphrodite, his Helen. Her body throbbed at the delicious expression in his eyes. He adored her. The teen-ager shivered at the lovely feeling.
Larry looked down to discover that he was standing there with his clothes still on while Mikki was undressing. He hurriedly corrected the situation. He pulled his shirt off, then dropped his pants and shorts and kicked off shoes and socks. He looked back to discover the delicious girl lying naked across the bed, her green eyes flashing their emerald invitation. She was absolutely unbelievable. Nothing in Playboy could match her. No picture he'd ever seen could match the beauty of this girl stretched out on his bed, her dark hair flowing across her deeply tanned skin. His cock trembled in anticipation as he stepped to the bed and crawled over her.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed as she took him in her arms. She parted her lips for his kiss. This time Larry did the tonguing. He ran his tongue into her mouth and claimed it in wild, possessive fashion. Mikki sucked on his breath as he panted over her. She thrust her tits upward to his caresses and drew her legs along his shuddering body.
"Ohhhhhh!" he gasped. "Ohhhhhh, what a beautiful body!"
His cock was shaking in violent passion as she reached for it and brought it to her anxious pussy. Mikki sensed that, in his inexperience, Larry was apt to shoot as soon as he got his prick inside her cunt. She tried to guide his cock in gently and calm him into a slow, easy fuck.
"Ummmmm," she sighed as she felt the surging passion in him. "Ummmmm, easy, Larry. Be gentle with me. Please be gentle."
Those were the right words. The boy struggled to keep from going after her pussy in a furious fuck. He slowed himself and thrust his prick slowly along the passage of her cunt. His hands caressed her tits as though he feared they would be damaged by rough treatment. She was something special. She was such an exquisite little Goddess. He would be careful not to hurt her. He fucked in long slow, careful thrusts. He cupped her tits, then bent so he could kiss them and suck sweetly on her pulsing nipples.
His gentleness aroused the girl's deepest emotions. From her cunt to her tits she felt the surging of powerful desires. Her cunt began to pulse and contract over the hard shaft of his prick. Her thighs ached for him to begin more violent action. She wrapped her legs around him and rubbed her tits wildly against his caresses. She became the one ready to shoot off quickly. She could feel the mounting of her climax. She could feel the growing desire in her pussy.
"Oooohhh!" she gasped, rolling under him. "Ooohhh, your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me, Larry! Fuck me hard. I won't break! Really I won't break apart. Fuck me hard! Give it to me!"
The boy leaped into action at her urging. He began to fuck her with the vigor, the vitality of his youth. His long, curving prick ripped through her cunt. His hands pulled and pawed over the heaving tits. He caught her mouth with his and raped her with an angry tongue. He fucked and plunged into her, mounting to a peak of surging lust.
"Ahhhhh!" he panted as his cock shuddered with the approach of his orgasm. "Ahhhhhhh! I'm going to fuck that tail off! I'm going to drive my cock through your luscious little ass!"
"Yes, Larry!" she answered. "Yes! Yes! Oooooeeece, fuck me like that! Like that! Yes! Oooohhh, Larry, Larry, Larry! Oooohhhh!!"
She shuddered into her orgasm as she felt the spurting of his cum in her cunt. She shook and clutched him, her pussy trying to suck the cum which poured out of the young pecker. He fucked her violently, rolling her around the bed in total ecstasy. They tossed and twisted and pulsed against each other until both were drained of the last drop of passion. Then they slowly eased off their frantic movements and lay softly in each other's arms.
Mikki kissed Larry's shoulders and neck and cheeks. She wanted to thank him. She owed him so much, so much more than he could realize. He had restored her. She was once more a sweet young girl. He had fucked her as just that, a little princess. He had answered another need as well. She knew, now, what Daddy needed. It had come to her while they fucked. She knew, she knew all Daddy needed.