by Michael Hunt
She heard him grunt something unintelligible, but it didn't matter now, as he went about his chosen task with the frenzied eagerness of a madman. She groaned now incessantly, her hips rising up against the young man's face and lips as her whole body writhed in the tormenting agonies of his cunnilingual kisses!
"Ohhh, yess, Dave... yes, yes, yesss!" she breathed gaspingly. "Lick me there, darling... lick my p-pussy! Mmmmm!!"
Her boyfriend's tongue seemed a yard long and a foot thick as it searingly. laved the sizzling slit of her pussy, searching every soft, slinging pore, licking between the fleshy pink lips of her virginal cunt and teasingly flicking at the oily pearl of her clitoris... driving the young blonde teenager wild with naked, cock-hungry desire!
Suddenly his lips left the moist fissure between her upraised legs and she opened her eyes damply to see Dave towering over her, his fist wrapped around the now-swollen, blue-veined stiffness of his man-sized cock! It seemed bigger now and thicker... so big that she shuddered inside at the painful prospect of taking it into her body!
Laurie moaned tremorously as he pushed her knees back further still and then crawled on top of her, resting his well-muscled weight on his hands and knees.
"Ohhh! I... I feel it!" she gasped excitedly as she sensed the warm, rubbery nudge of his cockhead there between her upturned girlish thighs... it felt as huge as a fencepost!
"I'll get it in... it might hurt just a little," Dave whispered, his voice deepening with fast rising passions as he guided his cock with one shaking hand between the pouting fleshy folds of her young pink cleft. He felt the nibbling hot lips encircle the head of his penis, gripping it tightly in a wet, velvety clasp of fervent submission... and then he sank into her, grunting as the exquisitely-tight walls of her pussy gave way in a cruel, sadistic impalement that brought the naked teenager off the bed and forced a shrill cry from her lips!
"Unngghhh! Goddddd! D-Dave... it hurts! It... h-hurtssss!" she hissed in near hysteria, her eyes wide and bulging with pain as her boyfriend's cock deeply skewered her virginal softness in a single, heartless lunge!
Dave tried, in pity for his girlfriend's pain, to ease his hurtful, skewering thrusts, but the delicious warm grip of her virginal pussy was too much to overcome... he couldn't stop now! He felt the last resistance of her maindenhead tear away and now he could push himself to the hilt into her hotly-sizzling cunt; he groaned loudly as he felt the warm, rubbery walls of her vagina encase him in an exquisite tightness that was beyond his wildest dreams!
"Awww, ba-by!" Laurie moaned, her raging passions locked in fierce combat with the agonizing sensations of pain that shuddered from her battered loins. Her legs were pushed painfully back, turning the moist, fragrant cleft of her crotch upward and allowing him to bore relentlessly downward into the untried, steaming dampness of her pussy! She was beginning to edge past the teeth-gritting pain... and into the writhing, squirming heat of her first orgasm!
"Da-vey... yesss! Awww, I... I Hike it! It feels so g-goodddd!" she bleated mindlessly, her head tossing on the pillow as he pummeled her with deep, penetrating thrusts that made the sweat bead on his muscles flesh and drip onto her soft feminine nakedness beneath him. She heard him grunting with every deep-tunneling thrust and she could feel the pipe-hard thickness of his cock as it forced its way between the pinkish moist lips of her pussy and deep into the fleshy hot depths of her belly!
"Mmmmm, lover... yesssss!" she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut and the words hissing moistly between her trembling lush lips.
"J... Just a little more, Laurie... I'm going... to... cum!" Her boyfriend's voice seemed strange and high-pitched, but the naked, hotly-squirming young blonde got the message easily enough... He's going to do it inside me! He's going to shoot off in my belly! Dear God, I'm not on the pill!
"Oh, Dave... no! Wait a minute! We can't!" Her plea was desperate and she tried to push him off of her but her arms were weak with passion. She heard him groan and felt him suddenly tense and she nearly screamed... but Dave suddenly yanked himself out of her. She gasped loudly as the whole, turgid thickness of his man-sized cock suddenly lurched from the velvety tightness of her pussy with a wet lurid noise as her cuntal lips gripped reluctantly.
"Ohhh, Dave!" She cried loudly as she felt the rushing hot stickiness of his cum splatter onto the firm smoothness of her belly, puddling and dribbling down over her hips.
"Th-thanks, l-lover... I... I was worried," she whispered softly into his ear, her arms around his neck in an embrace that said more than a thousand words. She felt his cock softening along her belly and the warm sticky smear of semen that rubbed on both their loins as they lay quietly together.
Laurie closed her eyes and let her hands roam sensuously down her boyfriend's firm, hard back, down over his spine to the firm, sinewy cheeks of his ass and she squeezed them eagerly. She was anxious to know more... to feel his body, all of it, to know truly what a man was all about.
Her mind reeled with the dizzying awareness that this was something that could never happen again. There might be others... but there would never be that first time again.
So this is it, huh! Finally . ,. today... on this old boat in the middle of nowhere... Laurie Prentice is a woman!
* * *
"Hey, did you see that?" Ann gaped, her eyes wide with excitement as she turned away from the narrow crack that separated the two staterooms. She was still on her knees and her lover was deep between the fleshy warm cheeks of her ass.
"Yeah... when you weren't in the way. I told you they were going to do it!" He gripped the ridges of the sexy redhead's hips and began to pump himself into her in deeper, harder strokes that made her squirm and groan with renewed passions.
"Ohhh, now, doll! That's it... I'll try not to scream!" She grabbed the bedding from the narrow cot and shoved it into a ball and buried her face in it to muffle the groans she knew were sure to come. She was what the guys liked to call a "screamer!" She couldn't help it—when the action was good and the fucking was right, she had to let go with all she had. And that sometimes meant blowing off some steam or bursting apart from inside.
Her face crammed into the rumpled bedding, the lithe young redhead worked backward onto her lover's deep-thrust erection, groaning salaciously in naked arousal as he fucked her again and again... and again. Until... !
"Mmmmfffggg... goddamn it, I'm cumming, Terry!" she gasped hoarsely as her pussylips tightened around his pistoning wet thickness. He unclenched his buttocks cheeks and sighed pleasurably as he let loose his seething wetness in a ricocheting burst of cum that sloshed deep into her belly. They shuddered together a few last times and fell away, Ann's thighs streaked with the dribbled stains of her lover's ejaculation.
"Ann, we better get topside before the two young lovebirds get there. They might get suspicious."
She sighed lethargically. "Okay... but just one more minute. My legs are like jello." She was lying on her side on the narrow crew bunk, her large, full breasts rising and falling spectacularly in her shallow breathing.
Only when they were back on top did they speak again; this time freely for Laurie and Dave were still below and out of earshot.
Ann was sexily wiggling back into her bikini in the bright sunlight, squinting after the dimness of the forward cabin. "This has been really nice, Terry," she murmured. "It's going to he such a shame when we all go back to school. I mean, my God, you and Dave will be almost a thousand miles away in just a couple of weeks!"
The college student shrugged manfully. "Yeah, but it won't be so bad. You and Laurie can come down to see us anytime. You're both in school now and there are no busybody parents to ask permission from."
The slinky young redhead smiled thoughtfully and ran her fingers loosely through her hair, shaking the curls free.
"Don't think I haven't had that on my mind for months, baby," she winked. "I'm planning that trip south to see you already, whether Laurie comes or not!"
CHAPTER TWO
Beaumont County.
.. somewhere far south of the Mason-Dixon "Boys, that was Deputy Harper on the phone. He says he's got somethin' for us up at the jailhouse. What'ya say, boys? Ya' up for a little fun?" The paunchy, brown-clad sheriff was still holding the telephone receiver in his pudgy fist when the chorus of hoots and catcalls went up from the Saturday night set at Freddie's Roadside Grill and Bait Shop. It wasn't quite dark, just before nine in the evening, and outside the bullfrogs were clearing their throats for tonight's performance... though it was a far different performance Sheriff Dude Potter and his cronies had on their minds.
There were five of them at Freddie's this night, not counting Freddie himself or the Sheriff. The proprietor was cussing his luck for not being able to close this early, but the others were hurriedly downing their beers and paper cups ladled with bourbon, anxious to make the five mile ride to the county seat... and the very special action that they knew their buddy Dude Potter had in store for them.
"Who is she, Duder Clem Jenkins asked, the light from the single overhead light glistening on his gold-capped teeth.
"Some littl' nigger gal, he says. They caught her up by Spight Corner tryin' to cut another gal's tits off in a knife fight. She ain't no local gal, though." The sheriff grinned broadly, his smile hidden in the creases of his large, round face; his head was practically hairless beneath his brimmed cap, shaved and closely-scissored every week by Freddie's brother-in-law in the shop out back.
"Hot-diggety-dog! Some new meat!" Leroy Sutter shrieked before he threw his beer bottle across the littered room and sank it precisely into a cardboard box where it crashed into the others in a tinkle of broken glass. "I'm gonna' love her brown ass!"
"Shit, yeah... I just hope she ain't fat and sloppy like that last one, Dude!" Clem muttered as they went outside and loaded themselves into Potter's county car and Leroy's battered pickup.
"That's just like you, Clem," the enormous sheriff spat as he opened the door. "Here you's gettin' somethin' for nothin' .. and you're still whinin'! Goddamn!"
* * *
The sheriffs office was a desk in the concrete block building that served Beaumont County as administrative headquarters, Sheriffs Department and jail. There were two deputies on Dude Potter's payroll, Al Harper who had telephoned him at his favorite nightspot and Lester Wallace, a semi-retired old farmer who helped out when they were a man short and doubled as jailer when there was anyone being held.
Prisoners were only kept at the Beaumont jail for relatively short times, as convicted prisoners were picked up by the state on its weekly prison-bus run and almost everyone else was transferred sixty miles up to the state capital where the facilities were better. Actually, the Beaumont jail had been condemned twice by the state's correctional facility inspectors, but there was not any money in the dirt-poor county budget for anything better.
The building looked quiet as the motorcade approached, and located as it was on the outskirts of the tiny town of Cutler, there was no one around for miles... except for Deputy Harper and his new prisoner.
There was one other... Baron, Sheriff Potter's solid white German Shepherd outside in his fenced run. He greeted them noisily as Sheriff Potter parked his county-owned Plymouth.
"Hey, boy... what's all the ruckus?" the paunchy sheriff guffawed as he walked over to the dog's kennel. The animal was leaping and growling with frenzied excitement, his snout nearly reaching over the top of the fenced area where he usually stayed except when he was on business in the sheriffs car.
"I think he smells fresh meat!" Leroy chortled and the other men laughed raucously. Someone had brought along a bottle of county-made corn in a mason jar and by now it was half-gone and still going swiftly from hand to hand in the warm southern night.
"Yep, maybe he does... " He unlocked the gate and the huge animal bounded out, the other men stepped aside, for even though he recognized them, Baron was clearly no dog to take chances with. He had a pair of jaws that could snap a man's forearm in half like a burned match.
"Well, let's go inside and see what Harper's cooked up... c'mon, boys... Baron, heel!"
Inside, once past the darkened outer office where gray-haired Elizabeth Beasley held forth during the , daylight hours as secretary and county clerk, the air was redolent with the scent of unwashed human skin... the perpetual stink of a dingy jailhouse anywhere.
Deputy Harper was sitting behind the sheriffs desk, his feet across one corner. He looked up disinterestedly as the ragged, half-drunk crowd came in. Lowering his booted feet to the concrete floor, he swung around and stood up.
"Where is she, Al?" sheriff Potter inquired. His voice seemed to tauten and his eyes were half-squinted as if in anxious anticipation. The deputy motioned toward a steel door with a tiny window in it.
"In there, where else?" It was the "block" for women prisoners, as it was called in the records the state required them to have, but it only had two cells and most of the time it was filled with odds-and-ends from the office or the occasional extra male prisoner when the county had suffered a particularly busy weekend. Women prisoners in the Beaumont Jail were an exception rather than the rule... and cause for celebration among Dude Potter's friends.
The heavy-set sheriff carried his enormous bulk to the door and peered inside. She was young, probably in her teens, and as dark as a Georgia night. She caught a glance of him peering at her and mockingly turned her Potter laughed. "She's a spunky one... ought to be a lot of fun. Yessir-ee, a lot of fun!" The others found places to sit and went on with the business of getting drunk... or drunker.
The sheriff called his huge German shepherd to his side and motioned impatiently to his deputy to unlock the steel door. There where was a rustle from inside and then the door was closed again, even the peep slit.
Hardly a word was spoken as the men sat anxiously around the sheriffs office, passing the nearly-empty quart jar of home-made whiskey from man to man until the air reeked of cheap, still-brewed liquor.
"Good evenin', Missie," the bulky sheriff drawled in the black girl's direction. She was sitting on the edge of the steel bunk, her skirt casually up around her upper thighs. She wore a once-white blouse that was dabbed with spots of blood and mud and torn the full length of one sleeve. She was a pretty girl by white or black standards, her hair short in an afro-style that was still uncommon in this part of the country.
"Good evenin, yo'self," she shot back venomously, her dark eyes flashing with hatred for this man who represented everything she despised... white man's law, corruption, and three hundred years of oppression.
"I hear you're quite a littl' scrapper," he grinned toothily through the meaty cleft that was his mouth. "Damn near cut some gal's tits off, is that right?"
The young black woman jumped to her bare feet and lunged toward the bars. Sheriff Potter's huge dog snarled viciously in less than an instant and snapped at her with a fierce, growling movement that made her cry out.
"Well, she deserved it," the girl explained nervously, backed away from the bars now and glancing apprehensively at Baron a few feet away. The huge dog's eyes never left her for a second, rolling sideways in his mammoth white head to follow her slightest movements.
"How come?"
"She was messin' aroun' with my man... tried to snake him when I was takin' a... well, when I was outback."
Sheriff Potter laughed—he sounded almost amiable, but the black woman was not so easily taken. "That was out at that juke joint with the dirt floor... the Sugar Shack, right?"
"Naw, sir... it was the Red Rooster down the road."
He pondered that a moment. "Oh, yeah... that's sorta' new, ain't it?"
"Yeah, it just opened 'bout a month ago... You gonna' send me to prison?" She looked genuinely worried and Potter guessed that she had never done time-something he would find out when he ran her name through the PIN—the police information network.
"Honey, I don't send people to prison... that's for the judge over at county court to decide. He's gonna' be here tomorrow and you'll get a trial..
. and a lawyer and everythin' if you need it. You got any money?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Got a job... or a car? How about relatives? Any kinfolks 'round this part of the state?"
Again she shook her head. "Naw, sir... no kin and no dough. Man, I sure do hate to think 'bout facin' that judge. He's gonna' send me 'way fo' sure!"
Sheriff Dude Potter scratched his head and looked away for a minute, then turned to face his prisoner again. "How'd you like me to fix it so's you don't have to face no judge?"
Her face suddenly rose, her eyes gleamed with the faintest glimmer of hope. Until this moment, she had resigned herself to a hard pull at the state Women's Correctional Farm... nine hours a day of back breaking field work for a dollar!
"How can you do that?' she asked, turning her head suspiciously... but not suspiciously enough to make him mad. It was a practiced skill, one that many blacks and poor whites learned in this part of the world.
"Well, I've got some buddies out here and we was wonderin', maybe, if you'd like to have a littl' party... just you and my boys. Then, if you do real good, I'll get my deputy to take you home and we'll forgit this whole mess... What'ya say?"
"Aw, no... I ain't no whore!" she screamed, her lips pouted in a snarl. "You cain't make me one, neither!"
Dude Potter shrugged and started to walk away. "Okay... you remember I gave you a chance when you get up to the Farm. They'll probably put a sassy gal like you down at the hog pens. "Bout two days o'slooping swill and you'll wish you'd taken me up. But suit yo'self, Missie... good night." He was reaching for the door when she spoke again.
"Wait a minute... let's talk this over," she said quietly, her eyes smoky with hatred and disgust. "Maybe I'll do it... " Dude Potter smiled confidently. "That's good thinking, Missie... now, come on with me. There's a shower over there behind that wall. Get yo'self all squeaky clean and then I'll introduce you to the boys."
He unlocked the ancient key-type cell door and motioned her toward a brick wall covered with algae and stains. Behind it was a single shower nozzle, half-clogged and dirty, with a concrete floor slimy with accumulated filth.
