John Kellerman

Tied up virgins

CHAPTER ONE

Jody stopped at the steps and put her bag down. It was hot and the air felt thick and hard to breathe. She wiped her forehead and waited for her lungs to catch up, thinking, thinking…

At least she wouldn't have to watch her mother anymore. Doing those things with strangers she picked up in the bars around Hallinsville. The judge had decided all that. Her mother had just shrugged and given her a pat. "Take care of yourself, sweetheart."

Sure. Jody chewed her bottom lip. Hadn't she always taken care of herself? Cooked for herself?

Mended her own clothes? But of course there had to be a place for her to stay. Guardians appointed by the court. And that's where Brit's folks had come in. Thank God for her best friend, Brit. Brit's family was pretty loose really. There'd been talk that the court wouldn't allow such a family to take in another child. But there had been extenuating circumstances. Mr. Russell, Brit's father, knew the judge. And the fact that she and Brit were such good friends had helped. Jody picked up her bag again and lugged it up the steps and into the small cabin.

The cabin was half a mile from the Russell house but still on their property. Mrs. Russell had agreed to let Brit stay there with Jody for the summer. It would get the girls out from under her feet and give them a little place of their own they could mess up to their hearts' content. Jody smiled, thinking of how lenient Brit's folks were with her.

There were two bunks in the small cabin, a table, an old stove. Jody straightened a minor on the wall and glanced at her reflection. Like Brit had kidded once, looking at that face was like looking at a color television. She had vivid red hair that was so frizzy she could hardly get a comb through it. She let it puff out down over her shoulders usually, braided it sometimes or tied a bandana around her forehead to mash it down a little. Today it was just fuzzing in the breeze. What little breeze there was.

"God, it's hot!" Jody opened a window and looked out through the orchard. She couldn't see the Russell house for the apple trees. Brit would be coming down with same of her things soon, Jody sat on the edge of the bed. Her underarms were getting her t-shirt wet. An impulse came over her and she took its hint. She snaked the t-shirt off over her head and tossed it aside. After all, they'd have all the privacy in the world. It was her first real place of her own, even though she was being taken in because of the benevolence of the Russell family and was in some way obligated to them.

Jody rubbed a hand across her belly. It was sweaty, too. She had a nice belly. Fleshed out enough to be what some men might call plush. And yet she wasn't overweight. She didn't even look plump. It was when she was beside her best friend, Brit, that the difference stood out. Really stood out, Jody thought, giggling, touching her breasts. They were full and round and rode high on her chest. Her nipples were as dark as her sunbaked skin and firm even when she wasn't thinking about… boys.

Jody let her fingers rub over one nipple, then moved to the other one. Her thighs were full too, not willowy and thin like Brit's. And her calves swelled against the legs of her jeans. Jody blinked her green eyes and undid the snap of her Levi's. She snaked them down too and then went to the window, feeling a little funny. But there was no one around. No one ever came down through the orchard to the little cabin. And on the other side of the cabin was a dense woods, almost a quarter mile of trees and scrub oak until one came to the highway and the garage Jeb Caruthers operated.

Walking around naked in the cabin gave Jody a flushed, tingly feeling. But that feeling always made her uncomfortable, too. Her only experience with sex had been that of the observer. She'd pushed aside the throw rug in her upstairs room many times in the past few years. Looking down through the old grate, she could see into her mother's bedroom. At fourteen, Jody had watched a man fuck her mother. She didn't know the man's name and he never came around again. It was about then when Jody's opinions of her mother's private life began to take on new meaning. Jody was sixteen now. Just turned sixteen. And a month before she'd seen some things that had truly shocked her.

A man had come to her mother in the night. The lights in the house had been off, but there was always a light from the street which illuminated her mother's bed. The man had undressed her mother and kissed her all over her body. Slowly, he'd kissed her. And Jody's body trembled as she'd knelt on the floor over the grate, her breath only a whisper, her mouth…

The man had brought something to the bed with him, a surprise he told Jody's mother. Jody had watched him touch a button on the slender, smooth vibrator. It looked like a bullet. And when he pushed it against her mother's cunt, there'd been a wet sound and Jody's mouth had fallen open. That long, white thing had slid easily up into her mother's body. Her mother had groaned and writhed on the bed while the man kissed her breasts and worked the thing deeper. Her mother'd dug her heels into the bed and flopped around like a hive of bees had invaded her pussy.

Jody remembered being embarrassed and very excited by what she'd observed. But when the man pulled the thing out and put his mouth down…

Jody blinked rapidly and walked across the cabin again. She hadn't been able to watch any longer when the man had started kissing her mother's cunt. She'd gone back to her bed and tried to sleep and tried to keep her hands off herself. She'd heard stories from girls at school about how a woman could do nice things to her own body if she knew how. Jody had resisted experimenting. There was something about doing that which seemed… wrong. She couldn't say why. Except for that little thing in the Bible about onanism. Brit had showed it to her one day and then laughed and told her it meant when a boy played with his cock until his cum spurted out. Brit thought it must be wonderful to watch something like that. But Brit was kinda crazy. Though they'd never talked about it, Jody knew that her best friend put her fingers in her slit lots of times. At night she'd heard the frail blonde cooing and squirming under the sheet until at last she gave a whimpering sigh and fell silent.

Thinking about all this made Jody feel very strange. Like the morning she'd been making her mother's bed and found that smooth, plastic bullet under a pillow. At first she'd been afraid to touch the thing. And then at last she'd nudged it with a finger and picked it up. It'd felt heavy and cool. She'd returned it to the bed, put the pillow over it and gone about her chores. The following afternoon the authorities had picked up her mother on a charge of prostitution and she'd been taken to the county orphanage for a week. When the case was decided and she'd been allowed to come home to pack, Jody had gone to her mother's bed and taken the vibrator to hide in her bag. She still didn't know why.

"Quit thinking of all this!" she told herself. She talked a lot when she was alone. It was like the good part of her could talk. The naughty part never said a word. It just thought of naughty things to do, naughty things to pretend about. And the naughty part of her was thinking something right now.

Jody went to her suitcase and searched until she'd closed her fingers around the cool, heavy shaft of the vibrator. She went and sat on her bed, looking down at the bullet-shaped thing. A cock. A cock with batteries. A cock that moved without having a man attached. Jody swallowed hard. Her nipples were tingling. She pushed a trembling finger against the switch and sucked a breath in when the cock-thing began to shiver in her grasp. She'd been meaning to just take a look at it. But now that it was buzzing, now that it was so close…

She touched it to the underside of one breast and closed her eyes. It felt… different. Good. Yes, it felt good. She moved it around and felt tiny waves of pleasure sweep across her skin. Then she let it graze a nipple and suddenly a new sensation thrust itself into her consciousness. She'd never felt anything so keenly. Her firm, full body jerked as jolts of electric joy spread through her heaving belly. Droplets of her dewy sex moisture formed in the sparse red curls at the edge of her slit.

"Woooooo… I'd better quit this," said her good part. But it feels so good, said the naughty thoughts that welled up more furiously than ever. Feels so good… to touch… my belly… my thigh… Jody let the tip of the thing wander up against the fluff of her mound.

"Ohhh… Ohhhh God…" Her eyes fluttered rapidly. Her breathing came fast and then stopped. She gasped, panted, choked. Her face felt feverish and flushed and she was sweating under the arms again. She let the smooth, white tip of the bullet slide a little way between the plump outer lips that hid her glossy insides from even her own curious eyes. She'd looked at herself two or three times in her life. She was aware that most sixteen-year-old girls did far more than that. But her good part had always been able to argue down the naughty when it came to carnal curiosity.

Jody gnawed at her bottom lip. Just a little farther, her naughty voice said. It echoed inside her head… little farther, little farther. Jody pushed the buzzing thing and felt the smooth inner surfaces of her cunt slide around the plastic. It brushed the red pinch of her cherry as she slid it towards the top of her crevice. And when she was almost finding the strength to stop, the tingling vibrator rubbed against her clit.

Jody gave a squeal and let herself fall back on the bed, her heels thumping the floor where her legs dangled off the edge of the mattress. She had both hands on the smooth, heavy shaft now, working it over and around and against that little flap of flesh. The tiny nubbin was growing. She could feel the resistance against the bullet as it stiffened and throbbed in the messy seep of her cunt. The shock waves of lust that surged through her body were impassible to resist. She knew her mother's weakness now, she was fighting it herself… and losing!

"Nhuuu… Oh… Ohhh, Jesus help me stop…!" Jody tossed her head, back and forth. Harder, her naughtiness said, faster! Jody got her heels up on the bed and spread her knees wide, gouging frantically with the juice-covered cock thing, moaning. It felt wonderful! Everywhere the buzzing tip touched sent new pleasure exploding through her muscles. She curled her toes, pinching the blanket. And all the while a tiny movie played in her brain. The sight of that white bullet sliding into her mother's body! And the way her mother had twisted and writhed… the sound of her juice smacking around the hard spear of plastic.

"Whooooooo… Ohhhhmmmmm!" She was writhing, too, digging the vibrator up and down the deepest part of her slit. Her mind tumbled with images. Men's cocks. She'd only seen a few and those blurred glimpses through the old grate hadn't educated her much as to how a man was put together. She wasn't like Brit. "I just asked Jerry Tooker to let me see his cock one time," Brit had told her once, going on to describe in detail how it had felt in her fingers. Jody always fell silent when Brit talked like that. Brit was a full year younger than she was and it made her feel uncomfortable that her younger friend was so eager for adventure, so fearless about the things that scared Jody stiff.

These thoughts flickered through her mind and then she had the image of a boy actually making love to her. His hands touched her body and Jody let her own fingers play against her breasts… pretending. She'd never dared to pretend like this before! She was surprised at the power that had invaded her. She felt trembly and weak and helpless as her skin glowed and the thrills pounded in the seeping fever of her cunt.

"Jesus… God… make me stop!" Jody wasn't sure why she called on the Lord for help. She'd never been all that religious, merely picking up scraps in Sunday School. But Jesus and God were the only powers she knew of who might be able to help her. Her own will had certainly gone to hell. Her naughty voice inside was loud and clear and impossible to disobey.

Push… fuck yourself with the cock… harder.

And that's what Jody did. She had her thighs stretched wide now, the tendons standing out like ropes near her flooding pussy. She couldn't seem to touch herself enough with that shivery wand that was shaped like a man's prick. At least it was long and round and rounded at the end. That was all Jody knew about how a man was put together. Her friend Brit assured her there was lots more to it than that, hut Jody hadn't wanted to know.

"Ohhhhh… Ohhhhh fuck!" The word sent a new thrill through her. She couldn't remember ever having said it before. At least not out loud. Her naughty voice had whispered it to her often enough though. And now it seemed to be an exquisitely exciting thing to say aloud.

"Fuck… Ohhh fuck, fuck…!" She writhed on the bed. She moved her ass in circles, feeling the way the tension of her muscles added to the consuming pleasure that built and built and just kept getting better!

The whole underside of her ass and pussy felt like a hive of bees were swarming over every square inch of skin… not stinging her, but tickling her. A tickle that begged to be scratched and yet when it was scratched only grew more intense. The only thing she had to scratch herself with was that trembling vibrator. And Jody shoved it back and forth along the velvet swell of her slit until the juice smacked and crackled.

"Nooo… Ohhhhh… sooo good… it's killing me… killing me…!"

She shoved and jabbed and pressed the tip of the bullet into every fold of seepy flesh. And still the itching madness grew. She was flopping and kicking the bed. Spit flecked her cheeks as she tossed.

"Gotta stop…!" she gasped. Harder, said the naughtiness of her senses, there where your hole would be if you were really fucking! Jody grasped the slippery bullet with both hands and pressed the hardness up against the pinched knot of her cherry.

"Ghuuu… ghhhaaaa… Ohhhhh fuck…"

There was a sudden lurch as the plastic shape speared into her hole. And at the same instant, Jody felt her body overflow, felt the tickling itch turn into an amber, glowing sun that filled her with convulsions of pure pleasure. She was coming! She'd never experienced it before, but she knew! The warm stuff on her fingers was sticky. Blood. Her own blood. Her fingers were up against the ragged edges of her cherry as the vibrator slipped deeper into her body. Jody gasped with the ecstasy that surrounded her like a warm waterfall. She wanted to be ashamed and sorry and appalled at the terrible thing she'd done to herself. But the naughty lust of her body had her completely. The sound of the vibrator smacking and sucking as she fucked herself only made it better.

"Hhhhuuunnnnn…!" She was holding the thing by the round base now, forcing it as far inside her as she could possibly reach. The explosions of pleasure made her grunt and roll around on the bed. She was dimly aware of the blood leaking down her wrist. But she couldn't possibly stop the furiously thrilling movements of the bullet inside her body. She fucked herself with the thing, her head thrown way back, her eyes glazed with enjoyment. Her legs were thrown so wide that her heels dangled off the bed on each side. And she was plunging her ass up and don. Jody knew she'd never learned that movement from anyone. As far as she knew, this was the first time she'd ever done anything like that at all.

"Nhhhuuuu… coming… Ohhhhh… feels sooooo goood!"

And then the waves of pleasure were leaking away… she was more aware of the room around her, the far-off barking of a dog, the hot, wet leak of her blood. Jody forced herself up and looked down at the mess between her legs.

Gingerly, she eased the white bullet out of her body. But it wasn't white anymore. It was streaked and smeared with vivid red. And as she pulled it out, her inner muscles contracted hungrily and another shoot of joy went through her. But now she was feeling fear and shame too strong to indulge in any more pleasure.

"Ohh, what have I done?" A sob caught in her throat. Jody held the vibrator in one hand, her fingers as blood smeared as the glossy shaft. Her outer lips were swollen out as if something had bitten them. And she could see the more delicate inner petals, the glossy seep of her juices mingling with the red. "Jesus God… Ohhh noooo!" The tears flooded down her cheeks. She let her head fall forward, let the vibrator slip from her bloody fingers. Her breasts shivered as she sobbed.

The footsteps on the porch came too quick for her to hide her awful wound. And then Brit bounced into the room and Jody looked up, feeling the awful embarrassment, but wanting help from her friend, too. For an instant she was almost sick to her stomach.

"Oh Brit!" she bawled, "look what's happened!"

CHAPTER TWO

On her way through the orchard, Brit had felt the familiar tug. It was almost physical, this tug. Like a force that overcame her any time it wanted. She loved it, loved this for… or whatever it was. Because it felt so lovely to give in to it. Brit had always given in. That very morning she'd been scrubbing and singing in the tub, thinking of the summer ahead, happy that her friend Jody was going to be the same as a sister now… she was thinking all this when the tickle came. Brit had gotten expert at making the tickle good and making it last.

This time she used the shampoo hose, directing a steady stream of hot water against her clit. She'd rested back in the tub, her knees draped over the sides, feet dripping water onto the linoleum while her mother hollered from downstairs that breakfast was ready.

"Okay mama!" she yelled back, letting the jet of water arc up and splatter on one of her breasts. The warm tingle made the nipple puff out a little. The pinkness took on a slightly darker hue and the wrinkles stretched smooth. If only she had big boobs like Jody.

Soap helped make her come better. She used it her titties, sudsing her free hand thoroughly and rubbing it back and forth over the super-sensitive nipples until the foamy froth trickled down her body and the jetting stream of the shampoo hose brought the maddeningly wonderful spasms rushing through her cunt.

That morning she'd made it happen fast because her mother had been hollering about breakfast. But sometimes she would tease herself for fifteen minutes tickling and nabbing and driving her senses wild with hungry anticipation.

But she hadn't made it halfway through the orchard when the feeling came over her again. She had on a light spring dress, sleeveless and airy, fluttering against her thighs as she ran. Maybe that was it, maybe the dress was to blame.

Brit felt wonderful that morning. The summer was ahead of her, and it would be wonderful to share that cabin with Jody, to be all alone now that she was maturing. Her brother had been bothering her lately. She'd always ignored his threats before. He'd warned her often that she'd better not go off and fuck anybody 'cause if he found out, he'd beat up the boy and make a lot of trouble for her at home. Brit couldn't understand why he was so freaked out about her having dates. He went out and did it with girls all the time. She knew. She'd heard the talk at school. So Darren had been keeping up that kind of rap and she was used to it. But then lately he'd started spying on her too. Once he'd almost caught her playing with herself in bed. He'd asked her roughly what she'd been doing and Brit had finally lied and told him that her Kotex had been itching her. What a bum to peck on her in the privacy of her own bedroom.

But there'd be no more of that kind of crap. She and Jody had that cabin in the orchard all to themselves. And Jody knew what Brit did to herself. Though they'd never discussed it much, Brit found a kind of excitement in being secretly watched by her older girlfriend. She wondered if Jody was envious of her secret knowledge. Jody was pretty straight when it came to sex.

Brit thought of all these things as she danced through the trees. But again her skirt blew between her thighs and made her swallow. She looked both ways. The trees hid her from sight of the house and the cabin. She could do anything she wanted. And she did. She pushed her hand under the elastic of her panties and walked along, a finger gently brushing her clit. It seemed a terribly daring thing to do. Brit loved things that were dangerous. And it felt so good, too!

"Mmmm… I'm just leaking all over myself," she whispered, licking her lips. Her blonde hair trailed behind her in the breeze as she teased herself and wandered towards the cabin. She knew she could stop and lean against a tree and finish the job easily. But in a way it was nicer to put it off. Then when she decided to finish the job later, she'd be that much hungrier for release.

Brit smelled her fingers, smiled, and came out of the trees. She felt so delicious!

When she saw Jody on the bed, her legs spread, blood smeared down her thighs, Brit stopped breathing far a second. She'd seen her best friend naked lots of times. But there was something about this nakedness – the erotic sprawl of the redhead's limbs – that touched off a fire in her chest.

"Jody! Honey, what's wrong?"

"Ohh Brit… I… I…" The redhead dropped her eyes and something heavy rolled from her fingers and struck the floor. Brit hurried over and picked the thing up. It was sticky with Jody's blood. Though Brit never really seen a vibrator before, she knew at once what it was. She blushed, embarrassed for Jody. And she felt a little thrill too. A thrill that underneath her friend's facade of casual disinterest in sex, there was something else working. Then she looked at the damp, blood tinged curls, between Jody's thighs. She could see the tiny petals near the girl's just-broken cherry. And this time Brit felt a pang of envy. She'd wished many times that she could get her little hymen out of the way. But somehow she'd quite found the nerve to do it herself. Maybe she was waiting for it to happen with a boy. She was pretty romantic about such things as that.

"Honey, it's okay… you won't die or anything." Brit sat down on the bed and hugged Jody's shoulders. Then she started laughing. "Look, don't mind me. I was just thinking how you're always so shy about… well, you know. Sex! And now I come in and…" The two girls looked at each other. Jody's mouth curved into a smile and then they were giggling together.

"I didn't know what was happening. I really felt a little crazy for a while," Jody told Brit. Brit patted and hugged and nuzzled her.

"That's the way it happens to me. I just start fooling around and pretty soon I'm not the same person. I really get wiped out when everything starts tingling and itching…"

"Yeah, that's what happened to me. It started itching real bad…" Jody sniffled and wiped a hand under her note.

They talked for a while about what had happened. Brit took Jody to the bathroom and helped her clean up. She couldn't keep her eyes off of that wonderful wound her redheaded friend had jabbed in herself. At last she bit her lip and begged Jody to let her take a closer look.

"Yeah… I guess it's okay…" Jody's eyes fluttered shyly. Brit made her sit down and got down on her knees in front of her. Gently she pushed Jody's legs apart.

"Wooooo… it still hurts a little," Jody breathed.

"Ohhh, wow! It's beautiful!"

"What are you talking about, Brit?" Jody shuddered. "It must look awful! I stuck a hole in myself with that damned old… thing."

"Maybe you're better off without one…"

Brit peered at the ragged edge of skin that had protected Jody's virgin depths for years. Inside the hole seemed closed, surrounded by spongy dark lining. It still looked pretty tight.

"You sure you could fit that vibrator inside?" Brit asked, biting her lip in concentration.

"It went in easy! It scared me it went in so easy!" Jody shuddered again and closed her legs. "Is the bleeding stopped?"

"Yeah, you didn't bleed all that much really." Brit got up and picked up the vibrator from the edge of the sink. She held it under the warm water until all the red was washed away. Then she made a circle with her fingers and slid the thing in and out.

"Ohhh, don't do that," Jody gasped. "You make me remember…"

"How did it feel?" Brit interrupted. She fucked the switch on the bullet and closed her eyes. The buzz of the thing against her palm felt fantastic. "What would it feel like up inside a girl's body?"

"How did it feel? Well… it was… it was…"

Jody ran a hand over her hair: "It really is kind of hard to describe."

"I'll bet," Brit said, switching the thing off and putting it back on the sink. "You know, all this makes me want to… want to feel it too."

"You don't know what you're saying…"

"I do too know what I'm saying. I want to get fucked!" The admission made the blood rush to Brit's small tits. She was breathing hard, walking around in the bathroom while her redheaded friend watched in amazement. "I want to get fucked by a boy… but I'm scared, too."

This was the lint time Jody had ever heard Brit admit fear of any kind. "You? Scared?"

Brit hugged herself, nodded. "Yep. I never mentioned it before. I had a chance a year ago to get fucked. But at the last minute, I looked at that guy's cock and… I just went all freaky." She sucked in a long breath. "It looked so… big!"

"As big as… that?" Jody threw the vibrator a glance.

"Rigger. At least in some places." Brit saw Jody's puzzlement and smiled. She picked up the vibrator. "See a man is different… here." She made a circle with her fingers at the smooth tip of tire plastic cock. "This guy was all swelled out at the end. His cock had a kind of crown on it." Both girls giggled. "It was like a knob or a crown or a barb or something. It was all dark purple and really, really big!" Brit swallowed and remembered the moment when that boy had shoved that thing against her belly. "I just knew it wouldn't fit up inside me. I… I was afraid it would hurt. Did this plastic thing hurt?" Brit asked.

For Jody it was a new experience to be asked questions about sex from Brit. Brit had been the authority on such matters up until now. But then Brit was still a virgin and Jody had gone beyond that point forever.

"It hurt a little." Jody blushed violently. "But it was making me feel so… good… that I can't remember much."