Cruisin'

Billie was tiny, less than 5' tall, maybe 4'10" , weighed maybe 100 lbs., and cute as she could be. She was wearing a short-skirt skating outfit like ice skaters wear, but it was a roller-rink. Jay, John and I had been watching her and her boyfriend from High School (they'd enrolled at the Baptist College in town together) whirl around the floor, her like the little acrobat she was, him stumbling along with her. He was almost as clumsy as she was adept.

I'd checked them both out through the college records, which I had access to because I both taught part-time computer classes there, and because our little IT company did their programming. John, Jay, and I, Jim, all High School nerds, had our own little IT company we'd started right after high school, (3J) and it had grown into a profitable business. We'd gotten some college, and training at the Vo-tech, had our Microsoft certificates and were licensed operators, programmers and technicians. We ran the business out of our big apartment, with computers installed in each of our bedrooms, so we could have privacy, and networked together, along with the computer in the "office" as we called our 4th bedroom, so we could help each other. It was a nice little business, and we made good money.

Billie and her boyfriend were both 18, freshmen, and she was on the gymnastics team. We'd picked her out at a gymnastics meet we'd attended as the first of our new girlfriends. She was very pretty, and for a gymnast had bigger boobs than most, that bounced in her leotard. She had long brown hair, usually in one long braid for competition, but loose and flowing down between her shoulder-blades that night. Her little face was pixie-like, but with full, rich lips, and a little button nose. Her eyes were almost exotic, and almond-shaped, like she had an oriental background, and big and brown. Her legs were slim and muscular at the same time, with tapered thighs, rounded knees, tight calves and slim ankles.

Billie and her boyfriend Wayne were having an argument. She wanted to skate, and he wanted to go hang out with his buddies. It was a Friday night, and there wasn't much to do in our little town of 30,000. There was the roller-rink, a bowling alley and three movie theatres and a new mall. Besides that, unless you drank or did drugs, there wasn't much, unless there was something going on at the VERY conservative Baptist College (they didn't even have student dances there), so the few athletic events they had were about it, except for "Cruisin'" -- driving endlessly around town to see who was out and who wasn't and who-was-with-who. Boring! We confined our Cruisin' to Cruisin' for good-looking women. Billie was our first choice.

Wayne was complaining his knees and butt hurt from falling, and Billie was telling him she didn't want to go hang with his loser friends, and accusing him of thinking more of them than he did her, and... on-and-on. Finally, she stomped a tiny foot and told him to just go on and go with his friends, that she was going to skate awhile and then she'd walk back to the dorm. Fool that he is, he left. We looked at each other and nodded, time to put the plan in action! We knew each other so well, most of the time we didn't even have to talk; we almost knew what each other were thinking.

We watched Billie skate awhile, and she did some amazing moves, spins, skating backwards on one foot, little jumps, she was very good. Finally, she got tired and went to sit down and take off the skates. We went out the door and got Jay's van, and waited outside. It was just getting full dark when she came out and headed back toward the campus, slim legs flashing under her short skirt, with the skirt-tail swishing back-and-forth. Since this wasn't one of the main, "Cruisin'" streets, there was no traffic. Jay pulled alongside her when she reached a dark stretch, and I called her by name. She turned, puzzled, because she didn't recognize the voice, and came over to the van. "Want a ride?" I asked. As a good little church-girl, who didn't take rides from strangers, she just shook her head and started to turn away. I opened the passenger door as John opened the sliding door of the van, as quietly as possible, and I slipped a plastic bag over her head as John grabbed her arms and clicked a pair on fur-lined handcuffs on her tiny wrists. We picked her up bodily, put her in the van, slid the doors shut, and drove away. Just as simple as that.

She was screaming into the plastic bag, but not much sound came out, and she was kicking and wriggling, but John and I held her tightly between us. After several screams she was running out of air, so I took the bag off her head. "We're not going to hurt you," I said, as she gasped for air, "But if you scream or fight us, I'll put the bag back on." She didn't give this any consideration, but started to scream again, so I pulled the bag back over her head.

After just a couple of screams this time, she settled back down, gasping. I took the bag off and repeated what I'd said earlier, "We're not going to hurt you, but if you scream or fight us, I'll put the bag back on," and added, "Is that what you want?"

Her big brown eyes were wide as she gasped for air, but she managed to shake her head, and finally whispered, "No."

"Good," I said, "but remember, if you scream or fight, the bag goes back on." She nodded, still wide-eyed.

"What... what do you want?" she whispered.

John laughed, "We're gonna have a party, and you're the guest of honor."

Her eyes got bigger. "Y... you... you won't hurt me?" she quavered.

"Word of honor," I said. "We wouldn't hurt a pretty little thing like you,"

John assured her. "We want to be nice to you, and you to be nice to us." So saying, he leaned over and kissed her full on her luscious lips. She gasped, made a little yelp and tried to pull away, but John kept his mouth pressed to hers. After a couple of seconds, she relaxed. A few more seconds and her eyes closed.

When John pulled away, I turned her chin to me and kissed her. She didn't fight, but at first she didn't respond. Then I felt her lips moving against mine and she kissed me back. I pulled back, and she looked dazed.

John and I got her up and between the seats and took her to the back of the van, where we had a bed. We sat her on the edge of the bed, lifted her arms, and hooked the handcuffs through a hook we'd installed on the ceiling, leaving her with arms up-stretched. John kissed her again, softly, and I could see her responding. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and she turned to me, and I kissed her again. We kissed her back and forth a couple more times, and then I saw John's hand capture one of her boobs as he was kissing her. She gasped and tried to pull away, moaning, "NNnoooooooo...." John ignored her and continued kissing. When he pulled back, he continued caressing her tit. She was gasping when I put my mouth back on hers and gently caressed the other boob. She squirmed a little, but didn't fight much.

When I pulled my mouth away, she gasped a couple of times, then complained, "My arms are going to sleep, can't you take off the handcuffs, please?"

I looked her right in the eyes, "You won't fight us?" I asked. She shook her head. "Say it," I pursued.

"I... I won't ... fight you," she finally whispered.

"Louder," I insisted," say it again, louder."

"I won't fight you," she moaned. I took the handcuffs off the hook, and John unlocked them. She rubbed her arms for a minute. Then John captured her lips again, and was sliding his big hand up her taut tummy and caressing her boob again.

I reached into the overhead and turned on the microphone I had dangling overhead.

I pulled the collar of her leotard open wide and slid it off one slim shoulder. She moaned into John's mouth, "Nnnooooooo..... Don't...." but didn't fight much as I slid it off the other shoulder and down her arms. She was wearing a bra, one of those "nice little church-girl" iron-clad models. I slid the straps down with the leotard.

She started to struggle, until I said, "No fighting, remember?" She relaxed and I slid her arms out of the leotard and straps. When John pulled back, I grasped her little wrists and pulled her arms around my neck as I rubbed my lips against her gasping mouth and slid my tongue inside. She sucked on it tentatively, then her tongue was jousting with mine, as she groaned deep in her chest. John undid the clasp on her brassiere, and removed it, sliding her leotard down to her waist. I pulled back to see. Her plump titties were beautiful! We told her so, and kept complimenting her on how pretty and sexy she looked. They were apple-sized, pert and up high on her chest, with big puffy areolas and tiny nipples. They were irresistible! John captured one in his mouth, and I captured the other.

"UUUUhhhhhhnnnnnnn..." moaned Billie , her head snapping back, "uuuuuuhhhhh..." We suckled gently, and Billie was moaning, "uuuuhhhhhhhh... this is soooo... bad, oh, this is so naughty.... Uuuunnnnnn... oh...oh... I've never... uuuunnnn.... You... you... can't be doing this... uuuhhhhh... we... we... uh... we can't....ooooooo... this is soooo naughty....." She was cradling our heads in her arms.

By this time Jay had driven us up to his dead uncle's old abandoned farm and pulled around behind the run-down farmhouse. He got out the digital camera and took pictures of us sucking Billie's titties. When the first flash went off, Billie moaned, "What... what was... that?"

"Insurance," Jay said, and took several more. John and I pulled our heads back to get some good shots of Billie's fabulous chest-fruit and the dazed look on her face, then went back to fondling and sucking. She threw her head back and was breathing heavily and moaning.

Jay got between her rounded knees, and kissed his way up her slender thighs to her pussy-mound.

Then Billie was gasping, "What... what are. .. yooou... doooing?" Jay didn't answer, but undid the button and zipper on her little skirt, then grasped the waistband along with the leotard, and pulled them off her hips and little bubble-butt. She was so light, they came easily, even with Billie thrashing around and kicking and trying to wiggle away.

"NNnooooo.... Noooo..." she was moaning... no one's ever... no man's ever... ooohhhh... noooo...you.... You... can't.... "Jay slid them down her slender thighs, over the rounded knees, down off her curvy calves and slim ankles, off over her tiny feet, and tossed them on the seat. Billie was flushed bright pink from blushing, sitting there in her nude glory, struggling trying to cover herself, but her arms were around my and John's necks.

Jay grabbed the camera and took several shots, as Billie moaned, "Nooo... no one's ever seen me like this... oh, oh, this is sooo naughty... you... we... uh..." We spent some time caressing and fondling her taut body, telling her how pretty and sexy she was, and what a fantastic body she had. John and I resumed suckling her erect nipples, as Jay again parted her knees and licked and kissed his way back up her thighs.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, that's so naughty! Oh, Oh... what are you doing?" Billie gasped.

Jay lifted his head, "Gonna eat your pussy," he said, and bent back down.

"OH! NO! No! OH! That's so nasty!" Billie protested, "Noooooooo I've never... no-one's ever..." Jay licked up and down her tiny slit. Her head snapped back and she groaned again, deep in her chest. I could feel it with my lips more than hear it. "UUUUhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn...." Then, "Oooooooo... that's so naughty......oooooooo..." Jay parted her pussy lips with his fingers and licked her clitoris. She squealed in that unique high-pitched range only reachable by small girls, "EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....." I was surprised we didn't hear glass break. He strummed her clit with his tongue and she continued to squeal, until she ran out of breath. She gasped a couple of times, then whispered, "OOoohhhhhh.... That's so naughty...."

Jay continued to administer to her little pussy, and I reached for the camera and shot a couple of pictures of him eating her twat, John sucking her tit, and her squealing. She was wriggling her little butt, and starting to lift her hips to his wet mouth. Jay relaxed for a minute, and I let her catch her breath, then asked, for the microphone, "Do you like that? Do you like having your titties sucked and your pussy eaten?"

She blushed some more, but didn't answer, but I pursued it until I got her to admit that, yes; she liked having her titties sucked, and liked having her pussy licked.

Jay said, "man, it's like a swamp down here, she's so wet," and he wiped her mound and his face off with a towel. He lifted her hips, sat her on the towel and went back to work, and she went back to squealing. We laid her back on the bed, and I took several more pictures. Just as I was taking the last one, Jay slid a finger in her tiny twat, her body lifted off the bed in a bow, she let out another high-pitched squeal, and had an awesome orgasm, thighs trembling, body shaking, mouth and eyes wide open. What a great picture! This went on for a couple of minutes before she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air.

"My God! What did you DO to me?" she demanded, "What was THAT?"

"You had an orgasm," I answered, "haven't you ever had one before?"

"No... no.." she gasped, "I never felt anything like that..." Billie gasped.

Jay lifted his head, eyes wide. "That was awesome!" he said, "she actually squirted juice... and, guys... she's an honest-to-God virgin... she still has her hymen." We were stunned. An 18-year-old virgin?

"Yes... yes..." Billie was gasping, "I told you no one had ever... I've been saving myself for marriage... I've never..."

Jay looked at us, "Gee, I dunno guys, maybe we shouldn't...."

John snorted, "Shouldn't? Are you kidding? A chance to break her in to suit us and we shouldn't? We'll never get another chance like this in our lives." I nodded agreement. Then Billie made up our minds for us.

"You ... you... think we could do that some more?" she whispered.

"Oh, yeah," Jay said, and put his head back between her thighs. As he munched her muff, Jay scooted her little butt back farther on the bed, lifted her knees with his hands and put her tiny feet on the edge of the bed. He slid a finger back in her tiny twat, marveling how wet and tight it was. Billie started moaning again, and twisting her pelvis.

John took off his clothes and climbed up on the bed. He straddled Billie's chest, saying, "Here's how to keep your boyfriend from hanging out with the guys..." as he rubbed the head of his cock over her luscious lips.

Billie's eyes opened, then snapped open wide. "What, what... nooooo... that's nasty... I've never... I'd never..."

"Not nasty," said John, "naughty, but that's what makes it exciting. It's not nasty. See for yourself, lick it." Billie still resisted, turning her head back and forth, until John captured the sides of her head in his big hands and held it still. "Go on, kiss it," he urged. Her lips opened and she placed a kiss on the head of his cock. "See, it's not nasty," he crowed. She looked doubtful, but ran her tongue out and around his dick head. Jay was still licking her juicy twat, and when he slid a second finger in, she gasped, opening her mouth. John pushed forward, and the head entered. Billie's eyes got real wide then, just as I took another picture. She tried to turn her head or pull away, but John held her head steady as he fed her more cock, moving in little jerks, each a little longer. "Now, suck it," John ordered, "suck it hard." Given no choice, Billie sucked experimentally, and John groaned, "Yeah! Yeah! That's it... suck... suck harder..." I took more pictures.

Jay was trying to get undressed at the same time he was eating her pussy and twisting his fingers around in her tight twat, but finally gave up and withdrew to get his clothes off. Billie moaned in disappointment, but he was back in a minute He slid on a condom, and slid his cock up and down her juicy slit, getting it lubricated, then centered it on her little cunt opening. He started to push, and groaned, "Oh, God, she's tight!"

Billie was moaning louder now, even with John's cock pumping in and out of her mouth. She had about half his cock in her mouth, and was stroking the other half with her small hands. "Uuummm...uuummm...uuummm...uuummm..." she moaned.

Jay whispered to John, "If you don't want your dick bit off, you might oughta wait a little..." John withdrew his cock, and moved to Billie's side.

Jay slammed his cock in, hard, and tore Billie's hymen. Her head snapped back, body lifted off the bed, and she let out another of those ear-piercing little girl squeals, "EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....." until she ran out of breath. She'd had another orgasm!

She slumped back onto the bed, gasping and trembling, as Jay started to stroke in deeper, using short strokes, until he bottomed out against her taut little bubble-butt cheeks. "Her twat's trying to cut off the circulation in my dick," he said, "Damn! She's tight!"

Billie gasped, "Oh, my God! I did it again!! I've never felt anything like that!"

"And we're just getting started," Jay groaned, "the more you do it, the better it gets." He stopped, "But don't ever do it without a condom," he said, "You don't want to get pregnant or catch some STD. We always use condoms, but some guys are stupid."

Then he was stroking his cock in-and-out of her tight twat. Billie quickly picked up the pace, and was wriggling her hips and twisting her cute little butt. Her taut, flat tummy was having little convulsions. I took more pictures as she moaned, "OOOohhhh... uuuuhhhh.... Oooooo... that feels soooo... gooodddd.... Uuummm... uuummm... uuummm... uuummm..." Then Jay started stroking faster and longer, pulling almost all the way out and ramming it back in. Billie matched his pace, and was running her tight little twat up and down his cock. She was also flushed, and it spread from her face down her slim neck, over her shoulders and down onto her chest, as she continued gasping and moaning.

Then John straddled her chest again, and rubbed his hard cock against her lips. Billie opened her mouth to gasp, and he slid his cock in, urging her, "Suck, Billie, suck my cock." She did, still moaning and gasping. I took some more pictures. Then Jay pushed her legs up against John's back, and continued pounding her pussy.

I put down the camera and retrieved a tube of anal-eze from the overhead. Lubing up a couple of fingers, I rubbed some of the ointment around Billie's pink little rosebud. She squealed around John's cock when I inserted a finger into her hot, twisting rectum, and her ass clamped down on my finger. I rubbed it around awhile, and she was back to gasping and moaning. When I slid a lubed second finger in, she stiffened, squealed real loud, her ass and twat tightened up, and she had another orgasm! Both Jay and John followed soon after, pumping their loads into Billie's stiffened little body. They both withdrew, but I continued twisting and twirling my fingers in her hot ass.

She was gasping, and moaned, "Oooooooo... WHAT DID YOU DO? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my GOD! UUUUUUUnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,....," as she came down from her orgasm. Jay threw his condom into the trash and got a wet towel from the storage and washed the pink juices off Billie's groin. There was a little blood, but mixed with her copious juices, it was just kinda pink. I withdrew my fingers and washed them off with the towel, as Billie lay gasping, eyes closed, and moaning little groans.

I pulled on a condom, and flipped Billie over on her tummy, then pulled her hips up off the bed. "What are you dooooing...?" she moaned.

"Gonna fuck you doggie-style," I replied, and I centered my hard dick against her pussy and slid it inside. Damn! Jay was right! She was really tight! Despite the juices and cum deposited earlier, it took several minutes to slide my cock all the way in. Billie knelt, puffing and gasping as I did. I waited a minute to let her adjust, then started pulling her slim hips back and forth, and my cock slid in-and-out. Soon, Billie was twisting and pumping her little butt-cheeks.