Roberta Vickers
Bondage whore
CHAPTER ONE
Mindy LaFarge looked into her boyfriend's large, luminous grey eyes, wishing she could stay there with Bill. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was something special. He was her first big love, the boy who had taken her cherry, had given Mindy her first fuck. She vividly remembered that night only one month ago. She'd told her parents they were going to a drive-in. Instead, she and Bill had driven up to the Flag Staff Overlook above Boulder and started out just groping around.
Soon the groping had developed into something more. A tiny shiver raced through Mindy's body as she remembered Bill unhooking her bra and taking a tiny nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He had squeezed, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure as she felt the stabs of joyful sensations lance into her tit. She was proud that her boobs were so well-developed, as was the rest of her body. Mindy knew other girls who were eighteen that didn't have her trim, well-rounded figure. She could easily pass for eighteen, maybe nineteen or even, twenty. And that maturity of figure was what had attracted Bill.
She had been uncertain of herself with the other boys, but Bill had the take-command attitude that impressed everyone. Mindy was so much putty in his hands when he had first gazed into her verdant green eyes and simply asked her, 'What time do I pick you up tonight?' No bravado, no big macho stud come-on, simply confidence and a positive manner that had elicited an answer that still startled her. Mindy had looked into his big, grey eyes and, as if she had been hypnotized, said, 'Seven o'clock is fine.'
That was how it had started. And that night above the gleaming, twinkling lights of Boulder, with the radiant jewel of Denver in the distance, their relationship had continued to the next logical step. With Bill's fingers firmly tweaking her nipple, Mindy could only press herself back into the seat cushions and sigh deeply. Soon, the tiny pink nipple, phosphorescent in the light of the full moon, had burgeoned and grown. Where a small button had lain dormant, a throbbing, pointing red finger soon pounded with delight every time her agitated heart beat.
Too good for mere fingering, Bill had descended and engulfed the pulsing little nubbin of flesh with his mouth. He had sucked lightly at first, then more powerfully when Mindy emitted a tiny moan of sheer pleasure. She felt the wet suction of his mouth on her tit, the strong manipulations of his hands on the firm, taut flesh under the fiery-red areola. His teeth lightly played over the aroused flesh, nipping and teasing the succulent mountain of snowy tit beneath his mouth. She would never forget the instant when his rough, wet tongue began lapping across the sensitized surface that was the pinnacle of her boob.
Mindy thought she was going to come then and there. She felt the flow of her cunt juices wetting her panties in the most shameless manner conceivable. She tried to hide the expanding circle that betrayed her obscene lust for her boyfriend by twisting and turning away, crossing her legs as she did. Bill would have none of it. Mouth still firmly locked at her sloping cone with the perky nipple perched on top, he insinuated his hand between her legs. She resisted, not wanting to go any further, yet knowing that her body was screaming at her for more and more of the glorious, wonderful, totally different sensation.
Bill managed to work his cool fingers along the inside of her creamy thigh, fondling the smooth, firm flesh until Mindy almost lost her mind in the ocean of lust that threatened to inundate her. The twin pillars of her shapely legs had flown apart to let Bill's hand slide ever upward towards her triangle of fleecy cunt hair. Mindy knew she shouldn't allow him such familiarity with her body, yet she couldn't restrain herself.
It felt so good!
When he touched her silk-covered pussy mound, she came. The stab of sheer, unadulterated pleasure coursed through her young, untrained body and blasted at her mind. She rode the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until her body finally released her from the firm, fierce grip of her easily aroused passions and allowed her to drift back to reality. When she was again aware of her surroundings, the girl found Bill had abandoned his post at her boob for tastier territory. He had hunkered down in the seat and was avidly tonguing her flowing pink slit. Mindy did not even remember him removing her dripping wet panties, but it no longer mattered. She was lost in the paradise of the emotions assaulting her young body.
His tongue, which had seemed so rough when it was slowly drawn across her nipple, now felt like silk. Liquid fire flared into Mindy's cunt, and she began writhing about, trying to imprison Bill's head between her thighs. First she didn't want him near her soggy cunt; now she refused to let him leave!
Mindy's boyfriend tossed his head and casually mentioned the fact he was in a very uncomfortable position. Automobiles weren't designed for comfortable screwing. In a haze of lust, they had fumbled into the back seat, and Mindy had stripped off the short mini-skirt that barely came to midthigh. As Bill bent down to kiss her, she saw the wet glow of her cunt juices lingering on his lips. Somehow, the sight excited her as much as anything they had yet done.
They kissed long and lovingly; then, her thighs spread in complete invitation, Bill had entered her snatch with his massive cock. At first, she had cried out in agony. His prick was so big and her cunt was untried, unstretched by a man's cock. He entered her cunt slowly, inexorably advancing millimeter by millimeter until the head of his cock began to touch and press against her cherry. The next few minutes blurred in Mindy's mind.
Searing agony, pain shooting throughout her belly, the liquid gush of blood and cunt juice, then a dull ache. The ache was quickly replaced by a warm, filled feeling when Bill's prick shoved full length up her cunt. She could feel his tool throb and jerk inside her twat; it was warm, and the friction as it began to slide in and out of her newly reamed hole was like nothing she had ever before experienced.
Fucking was so much better than masturbating with the handle of her hairbrush!
Bill had come inside her cunt soon after bursting the filmy dam of her maidenhead. The hot, fierce firehose flow of his sperm had filled her virgin cunt to overflowing with its very first load of man seed. After he stopped bucking and the shock waves of orgasm had left him drained and sleepy, Bill had slowly pulled his prick out of her deflowered pussy.
They had both laughed with nervous release at seeing his once-proud cock slowly soften. In the moonlight, his cock, covered with his cum and her cunt oils, appeared to glow as if radioactive. Soon, his cock returned to the posture of a sleeping snake, dangling between his hairy thighs.
Yes, Mindy wished she could stay out there a little bit longer with Bill. Since that night, they'd screwed six more times, each fuck getting better than the one preceding it. But Mindy realized her father's temper knew no bounds, that he could fly into a vicious rage at the slightest provocation. This was especially true if he had been drinking.
'I'd love to stay, Bill. But I can't.' Mindy pursed her lips slightly in silent invitation to her boyfriend.
'All right. I'll see you tomorrow, though. Promise?' He closed his eyes, and their lips melted together for long, blissful minutes. The girl's tongue poked between Bill's lips and made a gentle, fleeting circuit of his lips before it vanished back into her mouth.
She broke off the kiss and said, 'You taste so good, you know you won't be able to get rid of me! Tomorrow!'
With that final word, the teenager opened the car door and quickly climbed out. She lightly, gracefully raced up the stone walk to the front door of her house, then turned and waved, to her boyfriend. Seeing the gorgeous blonde silhouetted by the porch light, Bill felt his cock stirring and begging to get into a warm, willing pussy. He knew it was no good. Not for tonight, but he could wait.
There was always tomorrow. Tomorrow they'd have the time for a good fuck. He looked at Mindy, an angel with a golden halo fluttering around her head, then honked his horn and keyed his Chevy into roaring life.
Mindy watched Bill race down the street and stood in the chill night air for a few minutes after he had turned the corner and vanished from her sight. She did not want to go into the house, and possibly face her father. Her mother was bad enough, taking several handfuls of pills a day. Mindy didn't believe for one minute they were the vitamin pills her mother claimed they looked too much like the hideous red things that Mickey Links at school was always trying to force on her. She'd seen what the downers did to him; she knew what they were doing to her
