CHAPTER TWO

It all began when Sharon was asked by her mother to run to the bank for her. Sharon was a typical teenager, not much for doing favors for her parents. So it was a quite a shock for Mrs. Turner when Sharon readily agreed to run the errand. What the woman didn't know was that pretty Sharon had an ulterior motive. She'd just bought a new halter and she was dying to show it off on the street.

Ever since she had been a teenager, Sharon had always tried out her new clothes on the streets. It was the reactions of boys and men that told her if a sweater was tight enough on her cute tits or if a little skirt was exciting enough on her tight young ass. So she took the envelope her mother handed her and pranced out of her house.

She'd seen the halter in a shop window and it had looked so sexy on the window, dummy that the just had to own it. She saved up babysitting money and finally bought it. Her bedroom mirror told her that it was very sexy on her. The two small triangles showed off just the right amount of her creamy tits. But the final test would be on the street.

Sure enough, as she strolled down the street, the heads of boys and men turned. She received lots of smiles and hellos and quite a few naughty looks. She felt ten feet tall and luxuriously beautiful by the time she reached the bank.

Inside the bank she grew anxious. Waiting in line gave her time to think of other things, like boys. As she stepped up to the teller she thought about cock teasing, about turning some boys on. She even thought it would be super nice to meet someone special, like Dan Fuller or Rich Blakely, or even that scrumptious football hero, Chet Phillips! Her last thought of the tall, muscular high school senior made her pussy wiggle.

Her mother told her to come right home after the errand, but when Sharon stepped out of the bank, she decided to be naughty again and not go right home. With her lovely tits poking sharply in her new halter and her cute ass wiggling as she walked, she set out to find some boys whose glances and intentions would make her feel special. How horny they got when she was looking sexy! She loved it.

She walked a long time before it dawned on her that none of the guys seemed to be around. She tried a few drug stores, the bowling alley, and the pool hall. No boys. Then she met Sally Baird, a school friend.

Sally was with her mother in a department stare, shopping. She spotted Sharon through the window and excused herself to her mother.

"Sharon!" she called, leaping out of the store.

Sharon turned and smiled. "Oh, hi, Sally. Watcha up to?"

"Shopping with my mother," she said, moving up to her friend. Her eyes roamed over Sharon's half-naked tits and she whispered, "Mmmm, nice halter, Sharon. Wish my mom would let me wear a thing like that."

To male passersby, Sharon and Sally looked like two cute teens chatting about nothing important. They were discussing Sharon's luscious young tits.

"Does it show them off right?" Sharon asked under her breath.

"Perfect," Sally assured her. "It looks like it's a size too small for you."

"It is," Sharon giggled.

Sally sighed and said, "Well, you're gonna drive the guys wild today in that little thing."

"Yeah," Sharon murmured. "If I can find any. Where is everybody?"

"Oh, that's right!" Sally blurted. "Football practice."

"Oh, darn," Sharon said sadly, and her shoulders slumped.

"Be careful," her friend laughed. "When you drop your shoulders, your nipples peek out!"

Sally's mother came out and called her daughter, pausing to say hello to Sharon. Sharon walked on alone, thinking a mile a minute. Sally's remark about football practice triggered conflicting emotions in her. For one thing, it saddened her that none of the guys were available. For another thing, it triggered one of her naughtiest erotic fantasies. She often wondered what would happen if she showed up at football practice looking good enough to fuck. What would it be like to get fucked by ten guys, or twelve, or fifteen!

The sad news put Sharon in a quandary. Her conscience told her she'd better get her little ass home before her mother had a fit. But her thrusting young tits and hot little cunt wanted to guide her feet across town to the old lot where the boys practiced football.

She didn't know it but her dilemma made her look even prettier. Her eyes kept flashing as she walked along thinking deeply, and her ass swayed sexily. Man after man eyed her luscious young body and walked on with a hard-on.

Sharon was lost in thought when the car pulled to the curb. She wasn't aware of it, but the two men in the car had been following her and watching her for some time. Their cocks were rigid and their lust was burning like a forest fire. Sharon was exactly the girl they were looking for.

Clint Donner and Jim Smith were cunt hounds from way back. Clint had tried marriage twice and after twenty years decided that he was no husband or father. He liked pussy too much, and neither of his wives had been much fun in the fucking department just baby-making machines. He met Jim at a singles bar one night and they hit it off. They both were ripe for some action.

"This fucking life ain't worth shit without hot pussy," Clint had said.

"You're fucking A," Jim agreed.

The two men got to know each other better and found that they had a lot in common. They'd both been burned by broads who didn't know their cunt from a hole in the ground. They both wanted more sex in this life, and they both were ready to do something rash about it. They started getting what they wanted.

Sharon was their latest prey. Earlier, in Jim's apartment, the two had talked themselves into prowling the streets for some fresh young cunt.

"Let's go find us a teenaged pussy," Jim suggested.

"Good fucking idea!" Clint blurted.

Jim was fantasizing about an innocent chick he could shock the hell out of with his enormous stiff cock. He was horny for a new thrill. He had a passion for sweet young cunt from time to time, he liked to see a youngster go all wide-eyed and breathless over his monstrous cock. He wasn't a savage man. He just appeared that way to young girls who hadn't yet experienced his type of lust and power. He loved the way they squirmed and whimpered as he turned them on and fucked the shit out of them.

Jim was a big, hairy man, built like a gorilla. He loved to drive his gigantic prick into a crying girl's pussy and watch her fear turn to passion. All he ever thought about was fucking cunt, the fresher the better, new stuff, new thrills, new gushes of thick cum up a tight new pussy.

Jim saw the fire in his partner's eyes and he got to his feet, eager to go. He enjoyed pussy hunting with Clint because the big man didn't take no for an answer.

Clint was a huge, powerful man, as an ape, and twice as horny. He loved to fuck his monstrous cock into a young, furry cunt and watch the girl writhe in agony. He often lusted for teenaged pussy and his big prick ached to fuck.

"Good fucking idea," Clint said again to his pal. "My cock gets stiff just thinking of sweet pussy."

They left the apartment and took Jim's car, a big, flashy Cadillac. They often took the Caddy when prowling for cunt just in case the girl they snatched had to be raped right away. The back seat was ideal for instances like that, a real cushy bed for fucking a twisting, struggling pussy.

Jim did the driving and the two laughed a lot as they cruised the streets, sizing up the women. When they drove around the block where the high school was, Clint started thinking about the chick they would fuck. She had to be young, real young, and she had to look sweet and unfucked, even if she was fucking her cute little ass off. He wanted a nice fresh babe this time, something to get his cock big and hard for hot fucking. If she gave him a hard time, he'd fuck her right in the back seat. Otherwise, they'd make it to their little hideaway.

Jim saw Sharon first, a delicious young blonde girl in tight white shorts that accented the curves of her cute ass and a brief halter that showed off plenty of her luscious tits.

"Look at that!" he blurted, elbowing his partner.

Clint turned his head and his eyes went wild on Sharon's lovely young body. Jim slowed the car down and they followed Sharon as she walked from the bank.

"God damn if she doesn't look hot to trot," Jim murmured, watching Sharon's ass wiggle.

"Yeah," Clint agreed, ogling the girl. "Wonder what she's thinking about so hard?"

"Mmmm, she's a tasty one, all right. Look at those tits, will you?"

"Delicious," Jim muttered.

"Let's get 'er," Clint said, through clenched teeth. His prick was already rising stiffly.

Jim eased the car to the curb so Clint could do his thing. Clint leaned out the window and gave Sharon a handsome smile as well as a disturbing look.

"Hey, baby, where you hurrying to?" he said.

Sharon stopped and looked, puzzled. "Are you talking to me?"

"You're darned right, good looking," Clint said, and he laughed. His laugh did something to Sharon. It sounded so lewd.

That was the first thing that struck her about the big, hairy man. Not only was he handsome, he had a disturbing laugh, very masculine. Sharon smiled spontaneously.

She saw right away what he was looking at and her nipples stood up in her tight little halter. His naughty look only fanned the flames of her own erotic thoughts about fucking boys on the football field.

"What did you say?" she asked, trying to remember his words.

Clint laughed again, but said, "My buddy and I were wondering if you'd like a ride."

Sharon's pretty smile widened and she took a step toward the car. Leaning over just a little, she cooed, "Oh, I couldn't do that."

"Why not?" Clint kidded her. "You're much too pretty to be walking. That's a luscious halter you're wearing."

Sharon actually blushed. She knew the two men wanted to see her tits, but she didn't expect him to make a direct reference to them.

Clint noticed her discomfort and quickly added, "Is it new?"

The simple trick worked as it would on almost any vain young girl. Sharon peered down at her half-naked tits and cooed, "Yes, it is."

Jim nudged his partner, signaling him to hurry up. The chick was obviously not afraid to talk to strange men. He wanted Clint to strike while the iron was hot.

Clint got the message. He grinned at Sharon who almost creamed in her shorts, and he opened the car door.

"Come on, hop in," he said, getting out of the car.

Sharon lost her breath when she saw him towering over her. She licked her lips nervously and said, "Gee, I don't know really shouldn't I gotta get home before my mother has a fit."

Jim leaned across the seat and smiled. "No problem, little lady have you there in a jiffy."

Sharon hesitated only a second. "Well, okay," she laughed and, surprising even herself, she slid her cute ass onto the front seat.

Clint sat next to her and wedged her between himself and Jim before she had a change of heart. Jim stepped on the gas. Sharon looked from man to man and felt like a bug under a microscope. Both men kept looking at her like she was a delicious ice cream cone.

The next few minutes were terribly exciting for Sharon. How the men eyed her. How her pussy rose and fell beneath their naughty glances! How her pussy was acting in her tight shorts!

Oh, wait till I tell the girls about this, she thought.

The girls loved to swap tales about how fathers and uncles and neighborhood men got all horny and excited over their young bodies. Now Sharon felt she had a juicy story to tell. Two grown men had picked her up and literally drooled over her.

Her excitement turned to puzzlement when. Jim drove right by her street. She twisted her head and watched her street go by.

"You passed it," she said. "That was my street. Mister? You passed my street."

Clint set a big, powerful hand on her naked thigh and gave it a gentle but firm squeeze. "Just relax, baby, this won't take long."

"What?" Sharon gasped. "What do you mean? What won't take long?"

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the truth hit her like a ton of bricks. She had cock teased the wrong men this time.

Clint's large hand burned against her flesh. Jim's glance at her tits was out-and-out horny. Sharon gasped.

"Please," she panted, trying to get Clint's hand off her thigh. "Let me go. What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Please, I'm sorry if I seemed teasing. I didn't mean it. Honest. Please, stop this car and let me out. My mother is waiting for me."

Clint chuckled and squeezed her thigh tighter. "That's all right, honey," he said. "We've been waiting for you a lot longer."

"Just relax, kitten," Jim said, rubbing her other leg. "I think we've got exactly what you've been looking for, too."

"No, nooo," Sharon whined. Her puzzlement turned into fear and tears welled in her eyes. All she'd wanted was a little fun cockteasing the men. Now she was trapped. And judging from the fire in their eyes, she was in deep trouble. These men weren't fooling around. They weren't playing the game other men seemed to play, pretending horniness but not really accosting a girl. These men were playing for keeps!

"Ohh, God, let me go!" she cried in sudden panic.

Clint didn't like hysteria in his chicks. He put pressure on her thigh and put his face close to hers.

"Calm down, baby," he said evenly.

Sharon shut up immediately. There was something about his eyes, something about the way he squeezed her thigh that told her she'd better quiet down.

"Thats better," Clint said. "Nothing to get upset about. We ain't gonna do anything to you that you ain't had done already. You like sex, don't you?"

Sharon caught her breath and she couldn't answer such a question. But then, she couldn't have answered if she'd wanted, to. Clint's mouth suddenly covered hers and before she realized it, her lips were pried apart by his big, thick tongue and strange new thrills shot all through her body as he kissed her hotly.

"Mmmphhhh!" She gasped through the horny kiss. She pushed at the huge man's chest.

Then she pounded at his shoulders with, her small fists. None of it did any good.

His huge tongue was licking around inside her mouth and both his hands were stroking her thighs. Sharon went all weak and helpless. She moaned a little, then stopped crying as she felt her pussy helplessly getting hot.

Wild, crazy thoughts holed her young mind. This wasn't at all what she'd wanted. She'd just wanted to cocktease a little, as usual. She'd just wanted to feel sexy and feminine.

The car stopped and Clint freed her soft, young mouth. Sharon gasped for a cool breath as theun forced her out of the car and into a strange, old house. She didn't even know where she was.

The minute they had her safely in the house, they locked the door. Both men cornered her and, as she whimpered and sniffled and protested weakly, they stripped her naked.

"Ohhh, don't, please," Sharon begged as Clint stripped her shorts all the way down her pretty legs.

The men chuckled and drew her down onto the floor. Then they stood over ha and ogled her luscious, nude body. Jim, Sharon noticed, sort of backed away and left her to Clint.

He peered down at her furry little cunt and longed to suck her pussy, ached to shove his horny cock up into her eimt. But it wasn't time yet. Any asshole could rape a chick and get his rocks off. But it was an art to turn an unwilling girl on, to make her moan for stiff cock. That's what Clint wanted to do.

"Spread those pretty legs, honey," he said to her.

When she didn't obey, he stuck a foot out and moved one of her legs aside. "Open 'em, I said," he ordered. "I wanna see this cute cunt of yours."

Sharon gasped as the wicked man towered over her and looked at her exposed pussy. His gaze was horrifying but disturbing, too.

She knew he was going to fuck her. At least that's what she believed was on his mind as he stared at her nervous pussy. Her dread was precisely what Clint wanted from her at the moment, and he touched her pussy with the tip of his shoe. Sharon gasped and tried to wriggle away. That made her pussy very cute and attractive. Clint kept teasing her to make her writhe away, and Sharon felt like she would die of embarrassment. The only thing worse than her sense of shame was the fact that the man's shoe felt good against her cunt and clit!

Sharon couldn't help crying. This was so dizzying, so incredible, so shocking. She felt sorry for herself now. All she'd done was look pretty and sexy. These men shouldn't be doing this to her. She wanted to scream at them, wanted to threaten them, wanted to escape from this place.

But all she could do was moan as the big man rubbed her pussy with the toe of his shoe.

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