Robert Jenkins

Sisters in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

The boy's finger slipped into her cunt. "Oooooohhhhhh, Jim," May sighed.

They were bath standing in front of her house, trying to say goodbye after their first date, but it was hard. They lingered, kissing at first then Jim's hands began to roam.

"God, you've got beautiful tits!" he panted as his fingers molded themselves around the soft mounds. The girl's nipples hardened, thrusting against his palms through the thin material of her blouse.

"Kiss me again, Jim," she begged, pressing her body demandingly against his. Their lips met. Their bodies strained together, his hands still digging into her tits. The air whistled through their nostrils as they began to breathe faster and faster.

Jim slipped one hand inside May's blouse. It was a tight fit, but he managed to worm two fingers underneath her well-filled bra, pinching the rock-hard nipple.

May's panting grew louder. She raised one leg, clamping it around Jim's strong young body. Her cunt pushed hard against his thigh, grinding slowly as the aroused girl rocked her hips slowly, lewdly, back and forth.

May sensed the bulge in the front of Jim's pants. The thought of his cock, slowly hardening, inflamed her. She began to rub her hand over his crotch.

"Oh, Jesus… take it easy!" Jim moaned. His cock lurched in his pants as May's hand pressed directly down on top of it. It began to harden so quickly, it felt as though it was going to break, being so tightly trapped.

"Let me feel it," May panted. Her fingers were already busy with his fly, pulling down his zipper. She reached inside.

"Uuuuhhh," Jim grunted as the girl's cool fingers wrapped eagerly around his hardening cock shaft. He flinched as she worked it out through the opening, grazing the tender tip against his zipper.

"It's so big," May said wonderingly. She began pumping on the swiftly lengthening rod until it jutted starkly out from Jim's open fly. Her soft fingers barely wrapped around the huge, thick shaft.

"T-Take it easy," Jim stammered. He knew May Anders was one of the hottest chicks to have ever graduated from the local high school, but Jim couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. On their first date. Her hand tugging at his naked cock while he had a handful of sweet tit.

The boy thought his cock was going to burst. Electric tremors ran down the pulsing shaft, deep into his balls. He wished she wasn't jerking on it so hard, because she was going to make him come. If he came at all, he wanted it to be inside her cunt.

Her cunt! Jim could feel the soft mound pressing eagerly against his thigh. He knew there was nothing between it and him but a short skirt and a pair of flimsy panties.

As Jim reached jerkily down toward her cunt, May realized he was almost ready to shoot off. She too wanted his cum up inside her cunt and his cock sunk deep into its smouldering depths.

May moved back a little so that Jim's hand could reach up under her skirt. She trembled as his fingernails trailed up the insides of her velvety thighs, heading for her crotch.

The panting young brunette opened her thighs, standing spraddle-legged. Jim's hand was only an inch from her cunt now. One knuckle sank into moist softness, pressing against her pussy lips through her passion-soaked panties.

"Mmmmmnnnnn," May sighed. Her eyes closed dreamily. For a moment she stopped pumping Jim's rock-hard cock. A hot wave of feeling coursed through her nubile young body.

"Stick your finger up my cunt!" she begged. Her hips were grinding forward, thrusting hungrily toward Jim's hand. Jim stared at the excited girl. His legs were shaking as she rhythmically squeezed his throbbing cock.

"Ow!" May yelped as Jim worked one fingertip under her panties. He had accidentally pulled a few tendrils of her curly pussy hair.

Then his finger was in her slit, gilding hotly up and down the slippery trench. His fingernail grazed her clit. "Oh!" May quivered. She tried to spread her legs as much as possible to open herself up to his probing finger.

The hard digit finally found her cuntal opening. "Uunnnhhhh," May sighed as she felt her pussy-hole invaded. Jim thrust in deep, inch by inch, until his finger was sunk in all the way to the last knuckle.

"Oohhhh… fuck me with your finger… finger fuck me hard," she moaned. Her hips were jerking forward, impaling her cunt on Jim's eagerly thrusting finger.

"You're hot… hot as hell inside," he panted. Her slippery cunt juices were running down into his palm. He loved the tight slippery feel of May's twat. Jesus! He thought. In another minute I'm gonna have my cock stuck up in there!

Or so he thought. May was humping wildly. Her cunt throbbed and twitched with pleasure as Jim's finger flashed in and out of her cunt. Overcome with passion, she started pumping hard on his cock again. Her slender fingers flew up and down the rubbery shaft.

"Not so hard… Not so hard!" Jim panted. Oh, God! She was going to make him come! With his finger stuck up her snatch and her hand pulling at his pud, there was no way he could hold back. A wasted shot!

"What… What's the matter, Jim?" May asked. The boy's finger suddenly popped out of her cunt. He groaned, trying to pry her hand from his shuddering cock.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh… God!" he yelped. "I… I'm coming!"

"Oh, no!" May wailed. Now she knew she had been too eager. She considered pulling her hand away from Jim's swollen cock, but realized it was far too late. It jerked and shuddered in the tight circle of her finger.

So, she decided to give Jim the best ride possible. She reached down with her other hand and squeezed his balls right through his pants, while she continued pumping on his cock.

"Uuuuugghhhaaarrrggghhh!" Jim groaned. May felt the first hot jet of sperm squirt past her fingers. It splattered onto her skirt. "Hey… Take it easy!" she yelped, trying to direct the gushing stream. Finally she capped one hand over the knobby tip, feeling the slippery liquid jet into her palm. Thick strings of semen dripped down onto the ground, some of it hitting the legs of Jim's trousers.

Then his spewing rod was empty, slowly shrinking in her hand. Regretfully, May gave the depleted organ a final squeeze, and stuffed it back into Jim's pants. She leaned down to clean her hands on the damp grass.

"Jeez… I'm sorry," Jim said. May's whole manner indicate disappointment. She had so been looking forward to getting fucked.

"That's okay. It was really my fault," May sighed. "I just got a little too carried away."

Then she brightened; "Can you get it up again?" she asked. Jim was embarrassed. He wasn't used to girls who talked so brazenly about fucking.

"Well… sure. But it'll take a little while."

"Good! Let's go out back… to the shed…"

Suddenly the calm night was shattered by a snarling heavy voice, calling from inside the house. "May!" it bellowed. "Get your ass inside."

"Oh, Jeez… it's your old man!" Jim blurted. He started to edge away from May.

She looked scornfully at the boy. "Are you scared of him?"

"You bet. Anybody with any brains is scared of Harry Anders."

Jim was edging away. "Uuh," he started, "see you later, May."

"You just don't have any guts, Jim," May said acidly, hands on hips. But Jim was already out of the yard.

"May! Am I gonna have to come out there and get you?" her father yelled. A look of hate crossed the girl's face. Hate and stubborness. She considered telling the old bastard to go to hell. But when she thought of the consequences, all of them painful, she decided not to.

Many people were afraid to stand up to Harry Anders. May was not one of them. She had been born with more than a normal amount of courage. And although her father beat her savagely each time she defied him, the eighteen-year-old girl's spirit was still intact.

But she decided there was no point in pushing her luck. Jim was gone, anyhow, taking his cock with him. And it was too late to find anybody else this time of night.

"I'm coming, Pa," she called and started slowly up the walk. For a moment May was sorry her mother wasn't still alive. But then she reflected how much that poor patient woman had suffered at the hands of her brutal husband. No, maybe in a way it was better she was gone.

"Well… if it ain't my whore daughter," Harry Anders growled as May came into the living room. May stared at him in loathing. He was a big man, running to fat now, sprawled in a broken-down easy chair in front of the television, guzzling out of a beer can. The floor around him was littered with beer cans.

May had often wondered why her mother married her father. But as she grew older and more experienced, she realized he must have been very good-looking when he was young. But now, with a two day growth of beard and his dirty tee-shirt plastered stickily to his barrel chest, he was anything but appetizing.

May ignored her father's greeting. "Hey… didn't you hear me?" he demanded. "Whore!"

"I'm not a whore, Pa."

"Oh? Ain't ya? Ain't ya fucking everything in town that's got a cock?"

"No, Pa… just the ones I like."

Having been without a mother for six years, having a father who spent all his time and money drinking and gambling, May's life had developed a little differently than the average teen-age girl's.

She started fucking when she was fourteen. A romp in the shed with an older boy from high school! With very little else going for her, May had fallen in love with sex. For the first couple of years she had fucked indiscriminately. But later she had carefully picked the men she let fuck her.

For instance, Jim was a very good-looking boy who was her age. His lean, muscular build had attracted May. And she hadn't been mistaken about his cock. It was just as big and as hard as she'd suspected. Too bad it went off so easily.

"What! What did you say?" her father bellowed. Her reply to his snarling question had slowly soaked into his beer-fogged brain.

"I'm saying that who I fuck isn't any of your business, Pa. I'm eighteen years old now!"

Anders got slowly to his feet. The can of beer fell off the arm of the chair. A slow trickle of beer soaked into the already stained carpet.

"You was out there with some punk kid, wasn't you?" Anders snarled. "He was fucking you… fucking my daughter. I know it! Don't lie to me!"

May was getting a little scared. She had learned to tell when her father was losing control. His washed-out blue eyes bored into hers.

"No, Pa," she said, slowly backing away. "He didn't fuck me."

"Don't lie to me!" Anders gritted. "He had his filthy cock stuck up your twat, didn't he?"

"No, Pa."

"SHUT UP! I heard you two out there, panting and moaning. He was doing it to you, wasn't he? You were fucking!"

May was getting ready to turn and run, her usual remedy when the situation got this bad. There was a crazy light in her father's eyes. She knew he was going after her any minute. Time to get out of here.

But as May started to turn, her heel caught in a fold of the rumpled rug. She lost her balance just long enough for her father to leap forward and grab her by one arm.

"Slut!" he snarled. "I'll teach you to lie to your old man!"

Anders' heavy hand crashed into the side of May's face. Stunned, she fell heavily onto her back, spread-eagled on the floor. The girl's skirt was pulled up high, wrinkled around her waist. Anders found himself staring up his daughter's crotch.

He stared at May's crotch. He stared at the flimsy white streak of her panties, stretched over her pussy mound.

"Hey… what's that?" he muttered. He had spied the damp patch of pussy juice staining May's panties. His mind leaped to what seemed the obvious conclusion.

"Ya lied to me! You have been fucking!" he yelped. Dropping to his knees between the shaken girl's outstretched legs, Anders stared up her crotch. "Fucking whore… rollin' over for everything in town!"

Anger blazed up in Anders' alcohol-soaked brain. He reached out and tore the girl's panties from her. The sodden material squished wetly between his fingers as he tossed it aside.

Now Anders had a clear view of his daughter's cunt. His mouth gaped as he stared at the soft, curly brown pubic hair, barely masking the pink slit beneath. The girl's pussy lips flared plumply out, soft looking, inviting. The silky tendrils of hair were soaked around the base by the juices Jim's eager fingering had stimulated.

For a long time Anders had realized he had a damned fine-looking daughter. On several occasions he had watched her move around the house, particularly when she was dressed in something revealing. Once, he'd caught a shadowy glimpse of her tits and ass through her sheer shortie nightgown. He'd nearly come in his pants.

Now here he was, staring straight down at her naked pussy. He ached to touch it. He ached for an excuse.

"See!" he snarled, reaching out and running the tips of his fingers over the girl's pussy lips. "See! The cum's still runnin' out of you!"

"No, he just stuck his finger up me," May said weakly. Her head still rang from the force of her father's blow. She was only vaguely aware of his hand on her cunt.

But every nerve in Anders' burly body vibrated to the feel of that tender, eighteen-year-old snatch. May's curly pussy hairs were tickling the back of his hand. Her cunt lips yielded softly under his touch. More pussy juice welled out of her pussy hole.

"Stuck his finger up you?" Anders muttered. He tried to imagine how it would feel to stuff his finger up that sweet little pie. There it was, just inches away. That fucking scrawny kid had done it out on the lawn. Why not him?

"Aah, Jesus!" Anders grunted. He wormed the tip of one finger in between May's pussy lips. It was hot and wet inside.

"Pa! What're you doing?" May gasped, stunned. She had enough of her wits back to fully realize what her father was doing. Her pussy shuddered as she felt his rough finger digging into its tender softness.

May tried to squirm away. "Hold still, cunt!" Anders roared. He slapped her along the side of the head with his free hand. May fell back, stunned again, one of her father's blunt fingers still sluicing around inside her pussy slit.

Then Anders found his daughter's cuntal opening. He slowly screwed his finger up inside, savoring the feel of that tight young pussy flesh opening up for him. Jesus, the girl was wet! He couldn't believe the punk had only fingered her.

"Oooohhhhhh, no, Pa… no!" May moaned, shaking her head groggily. She realized, to her horror, that her father's finger was not all the way up inside her cunt. But when he heard her protest, Anders raised one hand, as if he were going to hit her again. May dodged, letting her head fall back weakly. It hurt too much from his two former blows for her to stand being hit again.

Tears of shame rolled down the girl's cheeks as she felt her father's finger pumping in and out of her violated cunt. But even though she was crying, her face was set hard with hate. Holding still, she waited for her father to finish.

But Anders was far from finished. The deeper he rammed his finger up his daughter's cunt, the more of her he wanted. "Let's see them tits," he growled.

Automatically May's hands flew to cover her tits as her father began to tear at her blouse. He hit her again, not as hard as the previous two times, but hard enough to stun her a little.

Her blouse came away in her father's hands.

He hated to do it, but he had to roll her over to unfasten her bra. That meant he had to take his finger out of her cunt. It popped free, glistening with her hot juices.