Katherine avoided Anne for the next couple of days. She felt guilty about what they had done together. Or rather, she felt guilty because she had enjoyed something that she had always considered to be filthy and perverted. The girl was having a hard time convincing herself all sex wasn't dirty.
Bennett came around a few times and leered at her, making suggestive comments and once had even fucked Anne so that Katherine couldn't possibly avoid seeing what was happening. She hated the man as much for what he did to Anne as for the way he was treating her. The anticipation of waiting for him to come and tell her to spread so that he could pop her cherry was becoming unbearable.
And Anne.
Katherine understood her. Having Bennett around all the time would drive any woman away from men. They were such pigs. Or were they?
Katherine couldn't come to grips with that. Martin had been around a couple of times, and she had chased him off both times. But he wasn't that way. He was a lusty, normal human being who enjoyed sex. But she couldn't get the thought out of her mind that it was only her body that he was after. He didn't really care about her as a person.
He wasn't any different than Bennett or any other man. And still, she considered this better than fucking Anne again. The girl trembled at the thought of them going into that filthy back room to eat each other out. Or to do any of the things they already had done. Anne was right in some respects. A woman knew her own body and was able to give more than any man could, but it was different.
It was perverted.
Katherine was pulled out of her deep thoughts by a timid cough. She turned and saw a mousy man standing in front of her counter, looking embarrassed as all hell. She smiled a little at his discomfort. This was better, to her way of thinking, than the macho types who blustered to cover their embarrassment at having to come into a lingerie shop.
"What can I do for you?" She almost bit her tongue when she realized what she had said and how someone like Bennett would have responded. Nothing of the sort happened.
"Uh, I don't know. I, uh, I'm looking for a present for my w-wife." The man was at the point of stuttering. Katherine felt a perverse glee at the discomfort. She was able to lord it over the man.
At last, a man she could feel superior to!
"So what's she like? Physically, I mean. Describe her to me," the girl prodded. She watched the man turn red in the face and thought he would turn around and leave. Katherine almost laughed out loud when the man took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
"Yes, I suppose you do need to know that type of thing. Well," he said, eyeing Katherine's trim form, "She's about your size. Not as well developed in the, uh, chest area!" His hands reached out in front of him, indicating tits. "And her behind is a trifle smaller, I think."
"I really need to know," she said. "Come around behind the counter for a second."
"Why?" the man asked suspiciously.
"Do it," she snapped. The man almost jumped around the counter. She felt her heart begin to flutter in excitement. This was fun!
He approached her as if she might bite him. She pointed to a spot next to her and said, "There. Now, give me your hands." He did as he was told. Katherine pulled them around her and placed them firmly on her asscheeks. She could feel the man's palms sweating even through her skirt and thin cotton panties.
"Is this about the right size?"
The man tried to pull away. She held him firmly in place and pressed his hands down even more securely onto her buttocks. She liked the feel of his hands. She liked the feeling of power she had in dominating him. The girl wondered how far she would be able to go with him.
Katherine decided to find out.
"Please," the man said. "I don't want to do anything that's not proper."
"You're not doing anything that's improper," she primly told him. "Is my ass larger or smaller than your wife's?"
"L-larger," he stuttered.
"How much larger?" she goaded him, snuggling just a little closer. She brushed her tits lightly across his upper arm and pressed them into his chest. She knew the thin bra she wore allowed her nipples to press rock-hard into the man's chest. She dragged herself up and down a few times to give the man an added fright.
She felt her heart beating more strongly and the blood rushed into her jugs. They were pressing hard against the cloth prison of her bra and begging to be let free. Even her pussy was turning a little damp. Katherine didn't understand this. She was just having a little fun with this timid man, and she was getting all turned on by it.
"Y-yes, much larger. And her t-t-tits are s-smaller, too!"
"Hmmm, well, I suppose you want something nice and frilly – and intimate?"
He only nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He tried to pull away from her again, but she held him too tightly to easily break out of her gasp. He looked around frantically, as if to see if anyone was looking. There was a small look of relief on his face until Katherine dragged him along to the dressing rooms.
"Come on," she said. "If we're going to find just the right thing for your wife, you're going to have to see what we have in stock. What's her favorite color?"
"Red," the man said, thankful for an easy question that didn't require him to put his hands on this young woman's succulent body.
"Got it," Katherine said, snaring a pair of the crotchless panties as she walked. She grabbed again and got the revealing nightie she had been forced to model for Bennett's unseen buyer. That had turned her on just thinking what it would be like modeling it for Martin.
She was going to see if it had the effect she thought it would on this guy.
"I… I'll wait here," the man said.
"Why? Don't you want to see how these look?" Katherine demanded. "Come inside and close the door. This is all part of our customer service. You're not going to see anything you haven't seen before, are you?" she demanded.
Before the man could answer, she was slipping out of her blouse. She carelessly tossed it to one side and turned her back as she started to undo her bra snaps. Then, she suddenly said, "Damn, I can't get this thing unfastened. Unhook me, will you?"
She felt the man's fingers fumbling on her bra strap. It took him almost a minute to get it undone. When it snapped around her body, all she said was, "Thanks." But she knew that the man had to be sweating now. The power she felt grew by leaps and bounds. She was naked to the waist and he didn't dare touch her unless she asked him to.
She undid her skirt and stepped out of it. With one liquid movement, she got out of her white cotton panties. Climbing into the nightie, she turned, and faced the man in the tiny dressing room. She hadn't bothered to tie up the front and her tits spilled out of the frilly material in a white, aroused flood.
"Oh my," she said in a mock-surprise voice. "I forgot something, didn't I?"
"Y-yes," he stammered.
"Do you want me to tie it up or just leave it like it is?" She felt a wicked glee at the man's discomfort. She glanced down and confirmed her suspicions. His prick must be of enormous size now. It pressed hard against his pants and she could see it visibly pulse. The teenager wondered what sort of a cock this guy must have. He was timid and didn't say much. And when he did, he stuttered. What size prick would a man like this have?
"Just leave it alone," she said, almost as an afterthought. "Now is this the right size for your wife or not?"
"I don't know. It… it's nice!" he blurted.
"Well, here," she said, grabbing his hands again and pulling them in to her body. "Feel! See if the material is taut enough on me so that it'll be just right for your wife's size!"
His hands tensed on her tits. She sighed and felt the delicious surge of desire race through her. But it couldn't be desire, she knew. Not for this wimp of a man. She allowed him to paw her tits for a little while, even taking her nipples and rolling them in tiny circles. Then she reached out and pulled his hands away and demanded, "Well? Is the size going to be all right?"
"Yes," he said. "But the rest. I… I don't know." His gaze lowered and took in the smooth expanse of her milky skin covering her taut belly. The furry mound of her pussy was barely visible in the cramped space between them.
She pulled his hands around her and placed them on her as. He squeezed down more firmly this time. His hands ran up and down the smooth curves of her ass and her ass cheeks slightly.
"Yes, this will be just right for her," he said. "You're just a little larger in… in all areas. You pull the material out and fill it entirely. She'd be able to wear this nicely."
"Good," said Katherine primly. She removed his hands from her ass and started to strip out of the nightie. She felt the same power over the man as she had before. But there was something else starting to build up inside her. She recognized it, and tried to deny that this was happening to her.
She was getting turned on in a big way by this entire scene. She didn't understand it. This mouse of a guy wasn't going to do anything to her. She had complete power over him. If he tried anything funny, she could always yell "Rape!" and a dozen people would stop him.
She dropped the nightie and tried to cover her pussy mound from his sight. The tiny drops of her cunt juices beading there were picking up light and refracting it back in all the colors of the rainbow. She hadn't intended to get herself this turned on by the "modeling" she was doing for him.
"Can I see the crotchless panties?" he asked in a firmer voice. "I think red is such a lovely color. And your hair is much the same as my wife's. I want to see how it looks on you."
She felt her power slowly fading. He was coming more and more into command of the situation. She flashed back to the time that Bennett had made her model the undies for the faceless buyer. She had thought it was funny to masturbate on stage. It had been about the only way she could get at them for what they forced her to do.
Katherine didn't understand her feelings or motives at all now. All she really knew was that the itch deep in her cunt was becoming unbearable. Virgin or not, she knew she was hungering for cock and lots of it.
She stepped into the panties and stood in front of the man. The cool air blowing across the top of the dressing room contrived to dip down and slither between her legs. Her hot pussy was drooling openly now and she no longer cared.
"Are these hot enough?" she asked.
His hand reached out immediately and cupped her entire pussy bulge. As he squeezed down, his middle finger parted her puffy cunt lips and thrust deep into her pussy. He wiggled the finger around in her tight, hot tunnel of love until she felt weak and watery in the knees.
She had to lean back against the wall of the booth. She nodded that she was ready for anything he cared to do to her. To hell with saving her cherry for her wedding night – she had turned herself on and now her cunt demanded that a long, virile prick sate her desires!
"Come on, fuck me good," she moaned. His wiggling finger was driving her mad with lust. "I need it so! Your cock! Your sweet, fucking prick. Give it to my cunt!"
Her fingers were as agile as the man's had been when he tried to get her out of her bra. She fumbled and struggled – until she finally got his cock out. She had to gasp in surprise when she saw it. She thought he was a mousy, insecure man – and that his prick would be only a couple of inches long.
It was a couple inches long – four times over! His eight-inch cock bucked in her hand. It was as eager as a stallion for what was about to happen.
"Oh, God, no, nooo!" she moaned.
He moved closer, his other hand moving her legs apart. She stood spread-eagled, her back against the dressing-room wall. "Guide me in," he said. "Take my prick in your hand and show me where you want it."
She didn't want to do this. She felt one part of her mind rebelling against losing her virginity in this sordid little dressing room to a man she didn't even know. That was one part of her mind.
Her body screamed for all the cock she could get.
Her body won.
Her hand trembled and shook, but she pulled strongly on the long, virile cock. She wondered how she had ever decided that this guy couldn't be well hung. She didn't have that much experience, but she knew that his prick was enormous. All her girl friends in school had talked about their boy friends' cocks and the sizes. None could compare with this huge cock.
She moaned softly as she felt the hot tip of his cock press between her oozing pussy lips. She shoved her hips down slightly and said, "For God's sake, do it fast! I need it so baaaad!"
"I'll do it as I see fit," the man told her. "This is going to be slow and gradual until we are both really hot."
"I'm ready, oh, sweet Jesus, I'm ready." She pulled even harder on his cock and felt some of the skin slip around her fingers. His cock stayed in the same position. She tensed and relaxed her cunt lips in an attempt to entice him into her pussy.
The teenager was too confused to figure out what was happening. She had started all this as a joke. The man had seemed so timid that she figured it would be easy to lord it over him. But things had changed. Now she couldn't stop. She was going to lose her cherry – and she wanted to fuck!
"Please be gentle," she sighed. "I'm a virgin."
The man laughed at her. "Some virgin – seducing customers like that!" He moved a little closer to her and jerked his hips upward. The head of his cock parted her cunt lips and vanished into the seething interior of her pussy.
For a moment, the man stood still. Even his breath had ceased. She worried at the pain she was feeling now deep inside her pussy. The head of his prick nudged into her rubbery hymen and pushed it hard. She just knew he was going to tear her apart inside.
"My pussy," she moaned. "It hurts inside – oh, ohhhh!"
"I don't believe it," the man said, his voice low and intense. "You are a virgin! I never…"
For a moment they held the position and then he began pressing even more intently into her cunt. She felt her cherry begin to stretch. It hurt like hell. She thrashed around a little, not in pleasure but from the growing pain in her guts. He continued to press. She knew he was going to rip her apart all the way to the chin and she'd bleed to death right there on the floor of this dingy little dressing room.
She thought she had been so cool seducing this man. She had modeled the panties and nightie for him. When she had put on the crotchless panties, she hadn't figured that either of them would be able to control their rampaging passions. She couldn't place the blame on the man. She had openly tried to seduce him.
The girl hated herself for being so weak. And now she was going to pay the full price. She was going to lose her cherry. But she knew that his huge cock wasn't made for a virgin cunt. He was going to drive that meaty spike of cock all the way up to her tonsils and kill her with it.
"No," she moaned softly, "Not here, not like this, I…"
The pain grew. She tried to push him away. His hips felt more like a part of a machine. His cock was a piston working away at the tender shield of her cherry. And then he popped it.
She might have passed out for a second. The girl didn't know what happened to her. The pain was like a red curtain passing over her eyes and blanketing everything. Then she came alive to the gnawing, searing pain in her pussy. The tender walls of her cunt had been ravaged by the man's hard driving cock. He was still intent on destroying her virgin cunt.
She felt her insides begin to expand a little to take the thick girth of his cock. Her pussy relayed all sorts of new and excitingly different messages of pleasure to her mind. She had a hard time figuring them all out. Not pain, but joy came to her cunt.
"God in heaven," the mousy man grunted. "I can't believe any cunt – even a virgin one – can be this tight! It's crushing my prick flat!"
She tensed up at the man's words, then relaxed as much as she could. The way her pussy clamped down on the buried cock told her that more and more of the pain was vanishing and was being replaced by joy and excitement. She could feel every contour of the man's prick.
The teenager loved eating cock. She could run her tongue all over the big blue vein on the top of the prick, rim all over the purpled knob of the glans, and then stroke up and down the sides of heavy, throbbing cock. That was with her tongue. She suddenly realized that her cunt walls were even more sensitive and tender. The girl's pussy tensed around the buried pillar of cock and felt everything she ever had with her tongue – and more.
The electric sparks of desire radiating from her cunt wore brand new to her. She had never let herself go in quite this way before. She could feel the huge vein on the top of his cock pulse and throb with desire, desire she was causing him. The heavy arrowhead of his glans tried to spread her cunt walls out even more.
Tensing and relaxing on that knobby tip gave her a carnal jolt that started a chain reaction inside her that wouldn't slow down or stop.
At first it was like melted butter puddling in her belly. Then she noticed a growing tension, an insistence to be noticed. It was orgasm building, but building up in ways the girl had never dreamed possible.
She came. She came hard, screaming and shouting and thrashing around, still impaled on the man's heavy prick.
She felt a heavy hand pressing into her mouth to stifle her. "Not so loud, damn it," the man said. "You're not content with mashing my prick flat with that virgin twat of yours. No, you gotta try to melt my fucking pecker off with all that heat boiling out of your cunt. And now this! You're going to get me arrested for rape."
She felt his cock do a delightful dance inside her clutching cunt. The man wasn't about to lose his erection over this, but she realized that he would if she kept on behaving like this. She might have been a virgin, but this wasn't the first time she'd ever gotten off.
Like hell it wasn't. The teenager instantly recognized the difference in comes. All the ones before had been pallid and weak compared to this. She had been a girl before he had taken her cherry. Now she was a woman and women have monstrous orgasms – she knew she'd just had one that lifted the top of her head off.
And it didn't die down rapidly like the others she'd experienced. The sexual tensions inside her were mounting again to the breaking point. She managed to pant out, "Sorry, but it was sooooo gooood!"
The girl worried that the man might take offense. If anything, he seemed pleased. And then he started pulling his prick out of her clinging, recently deflowered cunt.
She screamed again. The pain of his exit was almost more than she could stand. She'd thought the worst was over. She'd been wrong.
And then his prick broke the incredible suction inside her impossibly tight twat. The sucking noise filled the tiny room and made her cringe. But her cunt begged for cock again. It had tasted real manhood for the first time, and nothing less would do now.
She thought of her brief fling with Anne and how that lezzie stuff had thrilled her. NO more. She had discovered the real thing now. She couldn't imagine how she had been so stupid for so long. This was great. She loved the feel of cock pressing lustily into her juicy cunt walls.
"Fuck me! Give it all to me as hard as you can! I need you so muuuuch!"
Her fingers clawed at the man's shirt and back. He didn't seem to notice that she left bloody ribbons behind. He looked down and saw his red prick vanish into the frilly flaps of her crotchless panties. That turned him on in a big way. Almost as much as the softly yielding cunt squeezing down so erotically on his fuck stick.
He shoved hard into her virgin twat again. And again he felt as if she were sucking him all the way up into her belly. The man grunted as the heat tried to melt his cock. He felt like the virgin. It took every ounce of his iron control to keep from jetting out his sperm into her sucking, hot little cunt. That cunt was more than he could stand. He fucked faster. His crotch ground hard into hers until he was moaning in cadence with the girl.
She felt his prick begin to expand and press even harder into her cunt walls. The juices from her newly-reamed pussy squirted out around the thick plug of cock and dribbled down the insides of her tender thighs. The girl realized these panties were probably ruined. Her love juices soaked them totally. And she didn't give a damn.
She was a woman now. She was getting the cock she had been missing for so long. She damned herself for delaying having a man fuck her. And now the girl felt she had to make up for lost time. She drove her cunt down onto the up-thrusting pillar of the man's cock to get it even deeper into her needy cunt.
"Christ, you're gonna ruin me," the man said. "Wet, squash, twist me off, you're gonna fuckin' destroy my cock."
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me as hard and deep as you can. Make me feel what it's like to be a woman!"
She let the electric tingles mount and jolt through her body again. She shuddered, every muscle going rigid. She came even harder than the first time. His bush ground hard into her clit and his cock strove to reach every single nerve along her untried cunt. He fucked slowly at first, while she was still recovering from the come, and then speeded up until the friction burned away all her love oils.
The heat melted her inside. Her tensed cunt walls tried to hang onto her cock, but the speed in and out of her aroused flesh was too much. She came again and again. And then there was a hot surge of his jism spewing into her cunt. She blasted off for a sexual high that refused to die down.
By the time the girl had recovered her senses, she discovered that she was propped against the wall of the dressing room, squatting so that his jizz leaked out of her crotchless panties. The man stood, a stupid look on his face. His prick was limp and dead now, melted by her seething hot pussy.
"I'll take the nightie – and the panties," he said, wiping sweat off his forehead. "And you're one hell of a salesman."
"Salesperson," she corrected.
"Salesperson," he replied. "Call it what you like but you can fuck like hell!"