bunching my skirt and lacy slip above the top of my bikini panties. He stroked my tummy and teased my navel. I shivered with blind desire as his fingers touched the outside of my panties. I moaned as they pushed against the springy softness of my curly pubic hair. I almost wet myself as his fingers trailed down over the furry cushions between my legs and ran back up the center, passing over my wet pussy. It was so wonderful, so beautiful.
His fingers teased the cleft of my ass, below my cunt, for a minute and then poked under the leg band. I had never felt anything like it. His finger felt cool against my scalding-hot cuntlips. His hands were strong and rough against my satin-smooth, moist cunt-flesh. My cunt-hole was dripping its syrup. He wet his finger in it, making it slick and then slid it up, between the center of my cunt to my clitoris. I writhed and wiggled under him, tearing at his sides and back with my fingernails.
His hands left the crotch of my panties for a second and grabbed the waistband. I was too far gone to dream of protesting. I raised my ass a little so he could work them off my asscheeks. He got them off one ankle and then gave up, leaving them dangling from the other. A finger found the entrance to my cunt and slid inside. I felt it run into my hymen and push until it tore through it. It hurt, and I bled a little on the back seat of the car. We ignored it.
I was so innocent that I didn't even know what his prick would look like. I wanted to reach out and give him the same pleasure he was giving me, but I was afraid. I didn't want to do anything which might spoil it or show him how little I knew. His lips still trapped mine, clinging to me, thrilling my tongue as I tried my best to duel with it. His one hand worked on my tit and the other between my legs. I twisted and thrashed around.
I could hear the panting and wiggling in the front seat. The couple in the front seat rose suddenly and the two of them announced that they were going to the snack bar. 'Come on,' the boy whispered hoarsely, reaching over and flopping down the passenger seat until it became a bed. He helped me scoot onto it and lay out flat. Then he unzipped his fly and slid along side of me.
'Are you on the pill?' he whispered. 'No,' I stuttered. Fumbling through his wallet, he found something. I lay back, trusting him, too hot to think of anything other than the demanding itch that throbbed between my legs. Then he rolled on top and pushed my legs apart. I felt something strong and stiff pressing against my pussylips. I felt the boy wetting it with my juices. Then it drove between the flaps, across my little piss-hole and lodged at the entrance to my scalding, virgin pussy.
The strong ring of muscles drew taut as the intruder pushed. I felt my delicate cuntlips sticking to it. The boy drove in, stretching my cunt-hole. The head of his cock passed the first muscles. I bit my lip as he tore the remainder of my cherry away. The pain only lasted a second before turning to pleasure. His cock sank in further and further. When he reached my womb, he worked his legs around, getting them on the outside of mine and pressing them together. I don't know if he was just trying to make sure he didn't hurt me or if he was afraid I'd accidentally raise them too high and people outside the car might see. It sure felt good.
His strong prick rubbed between my hairy cuntlips from top to bottom, rubbing; mashing, thrilling and driving my clitoris wild as he fucked up and down. The head of his cock rubbed and massaged the itching need inside me. My tits flattened, squashed by his powerful chest. I felt his hands squeezing and scratching my ass cheeks, guiding my hips in a thrilling motion. I felt myself being lifted on a cloud of ecstasy. The pleasure, the heat, the delightful tingle increased. The warmth began to spread from my cunt and swell inside until it reached the bursting point.
I clawed at his back, thrilling to the feel of his pants and shirt rubbing against my nearly nude body. My mouth was open as wide as it would go and I savored the feel of his exploring tongue and the faint aroma of sweat and aftershave lotion. My whole body suddenly began to tremble and tingle. Wave after wave of peace and warm satisfaction flooded through me. I was climaxing! I felt his cock speeding up, making my cunt expand and contract as his prick slid in and out.
Then his cock was hammering deep inside. His thighs were gripping me, his lips bruising, and I felt him drive in deeper. The cock inside me began to throb. His breath was coming in short, rasping sobs. Delight and satisfaction flooded me as I let my ring of cunt muscles milk his prick. His shirt was soaked with sweat as he rolled off and cradled my head in his arms for a second before helping me dress. I thrilled at his words of praise and basked in the warmth of his kindness.
Then it was our turn to stay at the snack bar. I found I had trouble walking. It wasn't until then that I realized how hard the wine had hit me and a twinge of guilt set in. I knew I had disobeyed my parents, gone against my own moral code and lost my virginity. But it hadn't hurt that much. It had felt wonderful and I wondered how anything that good could be that bad.
My parents took one look at my condition when I got home, smelled my breath and went into orbit. Mother, her black eyes filling with tears, started to sob. My father flew into a rage and drove his fist into my jaw so hard that I flew across the living room. I had to shake my head several times to clear the sparks and flashes away.
Running out of the house, screaming at the top of his lungs, he grabbed my date before he could get back into the car. There was a terrible scene. All the neighbors woke up and looked out their windows, listening to my father ranting and raving. Everyone heard him screaming that I wasn't a virgin anymore and that the boy had to marry me. Naturally the boy told him to fuck off and drove away laughing.
Father stormed back into the house where he started yelling at me again. I ran to my room and locked the door while mother tried to calm him down. The police showed up after someone called them. Of course there had to be a report. I talked to the cop through the door, refusing to come out. I had never been so humiliated, embarrassed and hurt in my life. In one forty-five-minute spree of anger my father had ruined everything. He had made it impossible for me to return to school, impossible to face any of the neighbors and made my loss of virginity part of a police report as well as almost breaking my jaw. My life at home was at an end and I knew it.
There was nothing I could do but leave. I had no job, no skills, no place to go and only fifteen dollars to my name. I had to leave town. I waited until everything quieted down and my parents finally gave up trying to get me to come out and went to bed. Then, dressed in a pair of heavy jeans and a sweatshirt, I took what little cash I had, stuffed it in my purse, picked up my jacket and crawled out the window. There was no time for planning.
I walked, aimlessly at first, through the streets. Stopping at an all-night restaurant a couple of miles from home, I got a cup of coffee while I decided where to go. It would be best to be as far away from San Bernardino as possible. That way it would be unlikely that anyone would spot me. I knew. I only had enough money on me to last a couple of days. I'd have to get a job of some kind immediately.
By the time I left the restaurant, I decided to hitchhike. There wasn't any sense in buying a bus ticket. If I used my money for that, I wouldn't have any left for a hotel room or food. I decided to head toward Barstow since a city the size of Los Angeles scared me to death. I reached the edge of town and nervously stuck my thumb up.
Everything went well. My first ride was quick in coming. A nice old lady told me all about her three grandchildren, two dogs and six cats, as she drove me up the pass. My second lift was from a rancher who carted me another seven miles. The third came from a truck driver who drove me to Victorsville and bought me a lunch on top of it.
With twelve dollars and seventy-five cents still in my pocket, I climbed down from the giant truck, thanked the driver again and had no sooner put my thumb up than the old pickup skidded to a stop. 'Where ya headed?' the driver asked, as I trotted up to the side. ' Barstow,' I replied. 'We're going that way. In fact if you want to stay at the ranch overnight we can take you the rest of the way in tomorrow.'
'Sounds great,' I said politely and climbed into the passenger side. 'You're traveling awful light aren't you?' the other guy asked, noticing my lack of baggage. 'Yeah,' I said, thinking quick. 'I've got an aunt waiting for me with my things. I lost my bus ticket so this was the best way to get there.' The two boys looked at each other but didn't say anything.
CHAPTER TWO
The ranch turned out to be run down and taken over as a commune. We reached it about two, and it was either stay or try and go on along the dangerous stretch of road, with no assurance that I'd get a ride during the
