CHAPTER FIVE
The shame came a month later, when Larry, the boy from school who used to dry-hump her in the back seat of his car, called unexpectedly. She hadn't returned to school; hadn't seen him since weeks before the afternoon with Lew. He asked when she'd be back in class, and she told him next term. He asked if she'd like to go for a ride, and she accepted.
She waited on the front porch, avoiding her parents. It had been fun with them at first, but now the nightly trysts with Daddy were beginning to overlap the morning "housecleaning" sessions. Sometimes she overheard them arguing about her, shouting accusations that were true but nonetheless terrible to hear. What she needed was a boyfriend, she decided, someone who'd fill her spare time, and show Mummy and Daddy she didn't need them – didn't need anyone. Larry was to be it!
It was almost dark when he arrived in a spanking new convertible, top down, tooting the horn and waving. She leaped from the steps, in love with the moon, the spring air, anticipating his reaction when they parked and he saw the black pantyhose and she let him go all the way.
"Man, oh man!" Larry breathed, reaching to open the passenger door. He eyed her trim legs, her swelling tits. "Jeez! You sure have changed! You were just a kid, and now you look like something out of a hot girlie magazine."
"Like?" She spun around, light-headed, showing off the new white knit mini. She knew Daddy was watching them from the front window, but she was determined to make him sweat, to prove once and for all that she was grown-up, and that neither Daddy nor Mummy could go on treating her as a mere child.
"C'mon baby, let's cut out for our parking space in the woods." Larry patted the seat.
She grinned. Abruptly she climbed into the car and sat on his hand.
"Jeez!" He cupped a plump buttock in his palm.
She leaned close, kissing him lightly on the lips. She liked the warmth of his fingers curled beneath her round bottom; liked the uncertain look in his eyes, as if he were wondering if she was for real or maybe something that might go away before he could get some. Again she glanced toward the house; Daddy was still at the window. "We'd better go," she said, lifting so he could remove his hand.
Larry studied her a moment more before putting the car in gear, and pointing the nose toward the corner. She settled back, her head resting against the cool leather and humming the tune wafting softly from the radio. She watched his hands coax the wheel to the left, tipping them with the turn. She sighed, speculating on how he would act – whether he'd be gentle or ram his cock in like a furious bull – once they were alone in the dark, settling like a blue-black cape over the colorful sunset.
The drive out to "the point", where most of the kids from school went to neck and make love, was heavenly. She'd forgotten how majestic the tall evergreens were, how sweet-smelling. She breathed deep of the pine scent as Larry steered the car into their private spot beneath the low branches. There was another car parked nearby, but she took only cursory notice. She was too eager, too excited at the prospect of another long dick pumping cum up her belly to suspect what was in store.
"Want a cigarette first?" Larry silenced the engine, turned toward her.
"First?" She wanted to tease, to prolong it. She wanted him to treat her as if she were his steady girl, someone special. She wanted to be wooed before she opened her legs and let him use the sweet little slit in her pussy.
"Before we fuck!" he said bluntly. "Shit, I know what goes on at the State Home for Girls, baby. I know a few chicks who did time there, so don't play the goody-good innocent bit with me!"
Wendy frowned. Her heart thumped furiously. There was something in the way he spoke that frightened her: he was no longer the boy who'd been polite and just a little bit shy on dates, happy to get a cheap feel and a dry fuck.
She sat up tall, thrusting her pointy breasts at him. "Take me home," she said.
Larry grunted, and moved close. "I'll take you home, awright. After you give us some of what we came up here for." His hand shot under the hem of the dress, gripping her crotch. He forced her down on the seat, fingers probing.
Wendy gasped – not so much because the hand was mauling her pussy; she was used to being abused. But now her eyes grown accustomed to the dark, she saw the grinning boys in the other car, with no girls, and realized that the "we" Larry had threatened had to be them.
As if the strangers in the other car had read her mind, the doors opened and out stepped one, two, three…
My God! thought Wendy. There were four of them! Did Larry actually intend to subject her to a five-man gang-bang? Five stiff cocks? There simply weren't enough holes in her body, and she knew she'd never survive if they took her one by one in her tiny pink cunthole.
"You let me go!" she hissed, breaking free and trying to climb over the backrest as the four laughing boys started toward them.
Larry's hands closed tight on her waist. "We ain't gonna hurt you none, baby. Just a shot of hot cunt. You can do it. I bet you took lots more than we have to offer up at the home." He bent her far forward, her torso suspended over the back seat, with her hips and her cute little round ass propped high in the air.
She was helpless, arms flailing, legs held by his weight. The others surrounded the car; "Hey man," said one. "What you got there?"
Larry chuckled obscenely. One hand slipped from her waist, tracing the valley where the pantyhose were stuck deep in the crack of her bottom. "Hot stuff," he said, twisting the nylon along with his finger up her pinched asshole.
"No! Oh God, no!" Wendy thrashed about helplessly. It hurt, hurt something awful, the panthose burning her sphincters as the finger bored in. "Oh! Oh Larry, please stop. STOP!"
"You're fucking her up," observed a boy with wild hair and legs that seemed to be a mile long. He climbed over the side of the car into the back seat. Cupping her chin in one hand, he undid the zipper down the front of his filthy jeans. "What this momma needs is some tenderness," he added, freeing his uncircumcised cock and rubbing the awful half-hard thing in her face.
Wendy recoiled. She had never before seen what the girls at the home called an unkosher joint. It was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen. Horrid! She backed away, then wailed because the move forced the rigid finger and grating nylon further up her tight asshole. "Lookit that be-hind!" groaned a third boy, as Larry yanked the pantyhose down off her hips, exposing her ass cheeks. "I got seconds, man."
"Shit, you got!" someone objected. Fingers tore into her cunthole. "Larry first, me second, then the rest of you guys."
"So fucking do it already, before I cum in my pants. But leave them kinky panty leggin's on. I dig it that way."
Wendy couldn't believe what was happening to her. This wasn't the girl's reformatory, yet she was again being attacked – and used like never before.
Rough hands were tearing the new dress off over her head, stripping her of her underclothes. The filthy, uncircumcised cock was butting her closed lips, trying to make her open, to make her suck; and to each side, wherever she looked, there was stiff man meat waiting to spurt cream into her. And behind, kneeling on the front seat, was Larry – the fucking bastard was setting the head of his dick at the lips of her pussy.
"I won't! I won't!" She moved her ass furiously, dislodging him.
"Lousy bitch!" An open hand came down hard on her bare bottom, the whap! drowning her cry. The hand fell again, and again and again and again, until she stopped struggling. "That's fucking better," growled Larry, setting the hot tip of his rod at the swollen lips of her vulva once more. He inched closer, pushed the pants and shorts further down his legs. "Now…!"