She knew all about fucking even if she had never done it. But she was saving herself for Christopher Butler. He would be home on vacation soon, and she was building up the nerve, that is, trying to build up the nerve, to go right up to him and say, 'Fuck me, Chris Butler. Fuck the only woman who could ever really love you.'
And now, her virginity, her cherry, was going to be taken away by this jerk unless she could stop him somehow. She was determined to save herself and her cherry for Christopher. Someday he would want her, and she wanted to be perfect for him. She didn't want to have to tell him that Herbert had fucked her first. Chris would feel cheated.
Herbert had stopped the car, and she had tried to get out as quick as she could. He grabbed her though before she could even open the door; he was so fast that it seemed like he had stopped the car and grabbed her all at the same time. She could feel his mouth on hers and she could feel his hand under her skirt and then under her panties.
She fought as best she could, but there was just no room in the front seat to do anything. And he was a lot stronger than she, although he looked like the perfect weakling. He had his finger in her pussy already and he was working it in and out of her like crazy. In spite of herself, she could feel her cunt lips getting wet.
His mouth was still full on hers and she could feel his tongue way down in her throat. She felt like she was going to gag. His finger just kept going in and out of her. Right then she made the mistake of relaxing because she thought that maybe all he wanted to do to her was finger her. That wouldn't take her cherry away. Only fucking would. Maybe if she just gave in, he would finger her and get his rocks off and then he would take her home, and that would be the end of it.
But he hadn't done what she thought he would. As soon as she relaxed, he began to take her clothes off, and then he was naked and on top of her in the back seat. It all happened so fast that she was dizzy from it. He was on top of her, his cock was deep inside her, and he was fucking her.
She cried when it finally struck her that he had popped her cherry, and that now, Chris would never want her because she was a little whore.
And that's just how she thought of herself as she felt his cock going into her deeper and deeper and filling her up, and making her juices flow the way they did.
She hated him even more, because once he had started fucking her, she had actually responded to him. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and she had put out for him the same way that she had been planning all these years-and it seemed a lot longer than it was-to put out for Chris.
This was how she had intended to act that first time with Chris, and now she was acting this way with Herbert of all people. And she really was giving him all that she had, grinding her cunt into him just as hard as she could and kissing him all over his neck and shoulders.
She had been so turned on by him that she had even come before he did, and she had opened up wider for him, and moaning away at the top of her lungs, she had felt his come shoot into her burning, hot pussy, and that had made her go even wilder, closing her cunt around his hard cock as tight as she could.
They hadn't talked after that, and they had just kept on fucking.
Finally, he had taken her home and she had gone to her room and cried all night. Before she had gotten out of the car, he had given her his class ring and she had taken it, although she didn't want to. She even accepted his date for the next night. She reminded him though that maybe he should wear rubbers after that, but he said that since they were going to get married anyway, it didn't matter whether she became pregnant or not.
The only thing that had saved her from a life of ruin with Herbert had been his reckless driving. A week later he had smashed up his car and gotten killed in the accident. She felt bad after awhile because she had been glad that he had died, and she knew that it was wrong to think like that about anyone.
Now she had more and more things to feel bad about. There was the fact that she hadn't been born a boy in the first place, the fact that Chris never paid any attention to her, the fact that she had lost her cherry before he did start paying any attention to her (if ever), and the fact that she had been glad when Herbert had been killed in that car crash.
And there are a lot more things too, she thought to herself as Old Bess made her own way. She was more or less heading in the direction that Chris and Bunny had gone off in. She wasn't really following them on purpose, but it just happened to be the way Old Bess wanted to go.
She did this all the time though, and there was no use pretending to herself that she wasn't following Chris and his new girl. She always did, and she also always lost them. She didn't really expect to come across them today either, and in a way, she was glad. She just knew that Chris fucked all the girls he took out.
She didn't want to have to see him fucking someone else. That would really make her want to die. Just thinking that he did it was bad enough, but if she actually saw him lying on top of another girl with his cock in her, fucking away like he didn't care about Vicky at all, then she would feel the cheapest she had ever felt in her whole life.
And she felt cheap enough because of those times that Herbert had fucked her, and even eaten her out. And I even blew him, she said to herself, feeling more tears come to her eyes.
Old Bess was slower today than usual and she just took all the time in the world. Vicky thought of Chris and what a night in bed with him would be like. She could easily imagine his huge cock nuzzling against her.
She could feel it even more as she took it in both hands and lowered her mouth on it and began to suck on it with all her might. She had never really sucked Herbert the way she would suck Chris. That was the one thing she had saved for Chris when that right day came along.
Vicky began to squirm in the saddle as she thought more and more about what their first night together was going to be like. They would do everything there was to do. They would eat each other out, and they would fuck in all the positions and Chris would stay hard the whole time, and his fucking her would erase anything that Herbert had ever done to her. It would be as if those horrible things had never happened.
Then Vicky thought that she heard noises. It was a woman's voice. It was a whisper, but she heard it just the same. She heard it loud and clear. She jumped off Old Bess and tied her to a tree and walked towards where the sound was coming from. It was a woman's voice and it sounded as if it was saying something like, 'harder, do it harder.'
Vicky froze in her tracks when she knew that that was what she had heard. It was louder and clearer now. 'Harder, baby, fuck me just as hard as you possibly can.'
She knew right then that it was Chris and that girl and that the two of them were fucking. She had to look though. She had gone this far and now she had to go the rest of the way. Maybe if she saw him fucking another girl, she could hate him, and all this torture would end.
She moved closer and closer. She was in this thick clump of trees and bushes. She saw this clearing and then she saw the very thing she knew she would see. There was that girl flat on her back, her legs wide open and around Chris' waist. Chris was on top of her and his ass was bobbing up and down.
Vicky got down near the ground and she could see the sides of the girl's cunt as it opened wider and wider. All she could really see of Chris was his bobbing ass. She wanted to scream but she didn't. She lay there frozen like a rock. She could tell they were about to reach their orgasms, and she could tell when they did.
They both began to shake all over as they had their orgasms. Vicky wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't. She had to watch now. But the funny thing was that she knew that this would just make her love Chris all the more, because now she saw how good he was at fucking.
She had always known in her mind that he had to be the best at fucking, but now she was actually seeing for herself that he was. That girl was going insane, and it was all because of what Chris was doing to her, and what he had been doing to her, and what he would probably still do her after they had recovered from this orgasm.
Even Herbert had been able to have three orgasms in a row without stopping, and stay hard all that time as well. Surely Chris could do a lot better than that. She wondered how many orgasms they had before this, before she heard them, before she had started to watch like she was.
Maybe they had just started and she would get to see it all. In spite of how much it killed her inside to watch, she now had to see it all.
Then she saw Chris get off the girl.
'Is that all?' the girl asked.
'Of course not,' Chris replied, helping her to her feet. 'That was just the beginning.'
'So why are we standing?' the girl asked, obviously peeved at this sudden rupture in their fucking. 'Let's get
