Linda Whitman could almost hear the whip slice through the air and sting her pussy. She stretched her legs wide and wiggled from the ropes she had applied to her ankles. As she did, the peach colored hairs that adorned her tiny, virgin pussy cooled. Throwing her head to one side and rubbing her cheek over the rough nap of the carpet, she gave a low, hungry grunt.
This was the third delicious orgasm she'd had in less than five minutes. And it had all started this afternoon at school.
Richard Wilder had grabbed her just before study hall and shoved her in a dark corner, at the end of the lockers. He had, given her an animal like smile then jerked his head forward, as if to kiss her. Instead, he spoke, his words chilling her to the base of her spine.
"When is someone gonna get a little dab of that pussy of yours?" he asked, his lips an inch from hers, his warm breath musky sweet.
"Don't," Linda managed to splutter out after looking for what seemed an eternity into those dead, icy blue eyes. "You… you're hurting me."
The boy lowered his right hand to her ass and pressed her hard against his middle. He held her throat with his left hand and increased the pressure. The look in his eyes became even deader, inhuman.
"I could take you right now, baby," he whispered, grinding his ass around. "I could stick this big cock in your little hole and screw you apart. You know that, baby?"
Linda thought her brain would explode. This couldn't be happening! Two minutes before she had been chatting with her best friend about her slumber party, and now…
Richard Wilder was well named. He was the wildest, meanest boy in school. Linda had avoided him, as she did most boys. Boys in general, and Richard in particular, were vile, smelly and made her feel uncomfortable. One day she had walked past the field house where the football team was listening to a lecture by one of the defensive coaches, she had seen several sweaty, half-naked bodies. Her throat had constricted, almost like now.
"I said, sweet, red-headed baby," Richard whispered, "I could drill my big prick in you're your little slit right here."
Linda couldn't speak. His large hand was tightening, cutting off her air. She felt the hallway spin slightly. Darkness seemed to billow around her like a fog. The worst part, however, was the way his… thing touched her. It was like some angry, pulsating snake. And from the way it felt against her skirt, it must be almost a foot long!
"I'll wait," Richard said softly, almost cooing. "I've got plenty of time to do you right."
When he finally released her, Linda fell back against the locker and grabbed her throat. She gave him a hunted look, then shot her eyes to the left. If she were quick enough, she could escape. Her feet seemed glued to the floor, however. She touched the bruise on her skin and felt something other than pain. The sensation seemed to throb downward, cutting into her guts like a knife.
She looked into those eyes and felt her heart thunder in her chest. Her ripened upturned breasts were heaving with excitement. It was almost as if she was looking at a boy for the fist time in her life.
Richard might be the meanest kid in school, but he was also the best looking. He had a shock of curly, blond hair surrounding an angular face, a large, well shaped nose, two, steel blue eyes, and a cruel gash for a mouth. His neck was knotted in muscles, as were his wide shoulders. His chest gave way to a waspish waist, narrow hips, and powerful, meaty thighs and legs. His hands and feet were a little too large, showing that he still hadn't reached his full adult height, although he was already well over six feet tall.
"Know what I'm gonna do to you, baby?" Richard asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on the wall, his forearms touching her shoulders. "I'm gonna wait, and then I'm gonna get you alone and screw the living fuck out of you."
Linda shook her head, repelled at the idea of having his huge, hulking frame over her body, that… thing doing…
She couldn't even think about it. "No," she whispered to him, to herself. "Gonna tie you up like the pig you are and shove a hot wad of cum right up your pussy," Richard added.
Linda felt her knees go weak, but worse, her pussy began to tingle, almost like when she diddled herself at night. But that's impossible! It couldn't be happening, here, now.
Gathering the last of her courage, she took a deep breath and pushed past him, darting her head under his arm. On wobbly legs she fled down the hall, not looking back.
It was then she heard his dark laugh, like the snarling growl of a jackal.
"Oh… Richard, do it to me again," she whispered softly, again thinking of the incident in the hallway. She remembered the rough touch of his hand, the way his thing… his cock pulsated against her middle.
She lay back and spread her legs a little wider, then thrust her hips up in the air. As she did, she jabbed her fingers between her legs, separating the loose folds of skin that draped the crack of her pussy. When the sucking, pulling sensation grabbed at her fingertips, she felt another raw blast of pleasure. She closed her eyes and wondered if a cock could make her feel this good.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried out as another thundering spasm of ecstasy swept into her body. "Cock! Your… cock, Richard!"
What had he said? He would tie her up and fuck her. She could almost feel the rough hemp cut into her flesh, feel his large hands tearing at her body. And then… then…
A hot wad of cum boiling into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" she panted, rubbing her toes over the loose lengths of rope at her feet. "Do it, Richard," she gasped. "Tie me up and fuck me. God, fuck me to…"
"Linda!" a gasping voice cried out.
It took several seconds before Linda could even focus. Her climax had peaked violently, and although she had heard her brother's voice, she had no control over the raw convulsions. At last, with shame creeping around her like a damp fog, she jerked upward to a sitting position.
"Mike," she said, giving him a wild look. "I… I thought you were gone."
"Obviously," her brother said, his eyes running over her body. "Christ, I thought you were on fire… or something…"
"I was just, uh," she began, her words finally becoming inaudible, "alone here and I… that… is, I…"
Mike swallowed hard, wondering why it wasn't until now that he'd really noticed his little sister. Shit, was she a knockout!
At barely sixteen, her body was ripened and firm. And those tits! They were large and upturned, capped by pink, tasty looking nipples. Because they were so big, it made her waist look even smaller than it was. Her hips were rounded and creamy looking, giving way to long, shapely legs. But the most striking feature about her was that flaming red hair. It hugged an oval face, setting off the color of her emerald green eyes, then flowed down her back like a waterfall in slow motion. A patch of curly hair of the same color haloed her tight, oozing cunt hole.
"Oh… Jesus," he gasped, feeling his blood rise. He tried to look away, but found it impossible. Her very presence seemed to engulf him like the undertow of a tide.
Just as something was happening to Mike, Linda's mind was exploding with a million disjointed thoughts. And although he was her brother, she still couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, at eighteen, he had the body of a hulking, young giant. He had dark brown hair, cut short, and almost black eyes. He was muscular and tanned, his large forearms ribboned with veins. She noticed a tuft of silky, chocolate brown hair pecking from the top of his tank top shirt. It might be her imagination, but the thick bulge in his jeans seemed to grow larger, pulsate like an inflating inner tube.
"Mike?" she asked, licking her lower lip, her tone saying a thousand different things.
"Linda?" Mike replied. "Me… are you thinking what I'm… thinking?"
"I… I hope so," Linda stammered. She let her eyes play fully over the tremendous bulge in his crotch. A spasm of pleasure clawed at her insides. "Yes," she added, looking into his brown eyes, "I… think so."
As if in a dream, Mike began tugging at his clothing. And each time a bit more of his naked flesh was revealed, both he and Linda felt their excitement build.
When he was totally nude, except for his shorts, Linda got to her knees and reached out for that monstrous looking shape behind the material. Then, when she brushed her fingers over the rock-hard texture of his cock, she felt her throat begin to ache as much as her pussy.
It was almost as if she wanted to… kiss it!
Mike quickly shucked out of his shorts, then spread his legs wide. He stretched out his hands and touched the silky texture of his sister's red hair.
"Want to suck it?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Suck?" Linda repeated, as if the word were somehow slightly foreign.
"Yeah," Mike said, pulling her close. "Stick it in your prick-loving mouth and eat out my cum."
The tingling in Linda's throat became so intense it cut off, her air. She stared at the thick slab of prick and let her jaw hang slack.
It was beautiful!
Long and as big around as her wrist, it was capped with a loose sheath of rubbery skin, from which peeked a massive, oval shaped head. A clear drop of fluid clung to the tiny slit just under the ball. Is this what cum looks like, she wondered?
She grasped the purplish, thickly veined shaft and pulled it down from his stomach. Slowly, she ran the massive cockhead over her lips and inhaled the heady aroma of sweat, dried piss and… something else, something that made her throat constrict.
"You're… huge," she gasped, placing her left hand between his thighs, letting his dangling balls rest gently in her palm. "Are are all boys this… big?"
"I don't know," Mike said, feeling the blood rush in his ears. He couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. Nothing seemed to matter except the silky texture of her skin, the way her pert mouth opened, ready to receive him. "Just… suck me," he said, pulling her a little closer.
Although Linda wanted to do exactly that, she wanted more to explore his body. This was her first cock, and she wanted the memory to be burned into her mind forever. She licked out her pink tongue and ran the wet end of it into the dark, coarse hairs that surrounded the base of his shaft.
"Oh… shit," Mike said, flinching. "Do it, Sis. Shit, I don't think I can wait much longer."
He humped forward and reached for her tits. Then, when he rubbed the nipples between his fingers, he jabbed forward, driving the end of his cock between her lips.
"Mmmmffffff!" Linda choked, resisting. Inside her mouth, his prick seemed to be as big as a baseball bat!
"See if you can get it all the way in, cocksucker," Mike grunted, increasing the pressure of his bands on her head.
Never! Not in a million years!
Slowly, Linda felt the muscles in her throat rein. As they did, she inched her lips further down the shaft. Half way, another sweet inch. The hairy root of his prick was just a few more inches. She sucked air into her lungs, feeling a gurgle in the back of her throat. Then closing her eyes, she lunged forward, burying her lips into the bristles that flared around the base of his cock.
"Holy… fucking… Jesus!" Mike gasped. "You did it! Christ, you really fucking did it!"
"Mmmmm… hmmmm," Linda groaned, wallowing her tongue around his pulsating shaft. The taste was like nothing she'd ever imagined. It was like eating… well, maleness. She gave another soft moan and reached for his small, hairy ass.
"Shit, baby, don't move," Mike said, his voice strained. "I'll blow it… and… and I don't want to… right now."
Linda felt the base of his cock pulsate, like a weak place in a pressure hose. A few seconds later, however, the throbs slowly subsided. As they did, his nuts began to swell, grow tight as a drumhead against her chin. Slowly, she pulled her mouth back.
"That's it, baby," Mike said, gasping for air. "Take it slow and easy. I… I've never had anyone who could eat all of me before. I want this one to last all fucking night."
Linda gulped back forward, then twisted her face around in his crotch. The end of his cock was well down in her esophagus, throbbing behind where her clavicle and sternum met. She dug her fingers into the tight crack of his ass and felt the greasy, puckered hole of his shitter. She began stabbing at it with her nails, then licked back up to the massive cockhead.
"Who in the fuck taught you how to eat cock?" Mike grunted. "Shit, you're the best." His little sister had been holding out on him. Playing the little virgin. She must suck cock all the time! "The best," he said again, feeling his nuts rumble with a thick load of cum.
"I've never done it before," Linda admitted, letting his prick flop upward from her lips. As it smacked against his hairy, muscular belly, she lapped her tongue between his balls. "You're the first, Mike," she whispered.
Mike waited for the punch line. Then, when he looked into those innocent, green eyes, he knew she must be telling the truth.
A virgin. Holy Fucking Jesus God, a real, live, honest to goodness virgin! He thought they'd gone the way of the dodo. And if he played his cards right, he could poke out that little cherry.
His cum load burst from his nuts and swept up the center of his cock like a raging river. The first splatter shot into her hair, then dribbled down between her eyes.
"No!" he gasped, working his cock around over her face. Another spurt hit her cheek, splashed to her chin, where it hung like a greasy spider web.
When Linda felt the warmth of his climax she didn't know what to think. The milky juices were exploding from his prick so quick, and his reactions were so violent, she was momentarily stunned. At last, she gobbled down on the tip of his ballooning cockhead and sucked it between her tonsils. A thick gush of creamy fluid boiled into her throat.
"Oooommmmmm," she gurgled, tearing into the hairs at the base of his cock with her teeth. The flaming juices melted downward, fusing her guts, then churned the back of her cunt. A swelling sensation thundered forward, then electrified her opening. "Aaaaghhhhh!" she wailed, experiencing her first climax with a man.
Mike pounded his cock in and out of her mouth until he thought his very brains would spurt into her throat. Finally, drained and exhausted, he gave a last jab forward, then stumbled to the floor, engulfing her face and shoulders with his body. His knees were in her armpits, his stomach pressed tightly against her forehead.
"Suck… suck," he grunted, brushing his lips over the nap of the carpet, as if it were an extension of Linda.
Fully surrounded by hard, muscular flesh, and with the taste of cum in her mouth, Linda felt another explosion of orgasm drill into her guts. It had been fantastic, a… taste of things to come?
She pulled the last wad of jism from his prick and spit his shaft out. As she kissed into his wet hairs, she worked her fingers more forcefully into the crack, of his ass. Her pussy was still aching, and there was an itch she couldn't quite explain. She closed her eyes and thought about Richard, and what he'd said.
"I'm gonna tie you up and fuck you," were his words.
She saw herself then, with the ropes around her, holding her down. She saw him, his thick cock pulsating against his stomach, ready to tear into her cunt.
"Do it," she moaned into her brother's crotch. "Tie me up and fuck me."
"Huh?" Mike said. "I thought you said…"
"Tie me up, you bastard," Linda said, shocked with the intensity in her own voice. "Get those ropes… and make me… hurt. Punch your cock in me like a fist. Hurt me!"
Mike became suddenly frightened. Always he had been in control, but with Linda.
Her expression was almost demonic, and her eyes seemed to glow. There was a need there, a desperate need, something he could barely understand, much less satisfy. Still, he would try.
"OK, baby, I'll fuck you," he whispered.