Jack Rabbit Joe

Jack Rabbit Joe -- 2

Cherry-Lee

Hi, it's me, Joe again,

I had decided to move back to my parent's house for a little bit. It was actually just down the road from Eli's. My parents lived in a house at the end of the street, right next to the trailer park Eli lived in. He had gotten a little more serious with a girl, and I was a bit of a third wheel at the time. We had shared a bedroom, and that just wasn't going to work out with him bringing his girl home all the time. That particular girl wasn't really fond of me anyway, so off I went. Me and Eli still hung out all the time and kept the bar stocked, but I just didn't sleep there.

It was shortly after I moved back home that this story starts. I was hanging out with my little sister, who was babysitting my even littler sister, my little brother and a handful of other kids that were just killing time, hanging out in the front yard after dark with the parents gone. I was the oldest of the kids, almost twenty with my little brother right on my heels at nineteen. My little sister had just turned eighteen and a couple of her eighteen-year-old friends were there too. I had the Camaro, so apparently that made me the cool guy. My sister and her friends were always nearby and made every attempt to sidle on up to me when they got the chance. Now I'm no angel. I sized those girls up as much as they did me. After a while, some of the kids started wandering home. The only ones left after a bit, were my sisters, and a neighbor girl named Cherry-Lee. My brother had gone inside, and my sister was headed in as well to put my other sister to bed. Now we were down to two.

Cherry-Lee was always a little bit plain. Not very tall at probably 5'2" or so. Skinny and a bit titless. She wore tight jeans though, so that was a plus. Long, dusty blond hair with hints of red in it. She never left the neighborhood and was stuck at home during the day when her parents worked. Sometimes she would watch the smaller kids in the neighborhood. She didn't drive. Her parents had no money to lavish on her. She was just stuck. She never had any boyfriends that I ever knew about.

Cherry-Lee waited until the coast was clear and took my hand, leading me to a dark corner near the fence. She pulled me close, stood on her tip toes and said, "I want to give you a blow job."

I was flabbergasted! I had no words in response, so she took that as an, okay, and bounced back up on her tiptoes giving me a quick peck on the lips, before dropping to her knees. She fumbled a little with my button fly jeans, so I reached down and unbuttoned them for her. I pulled my semi-soft cock out and she immediately engulfed it, making it grow. It wasn't the best blow job, but heck, who was I to complain. I was wondering what the hell had gotten into this Plain Jane nobody girl as she slobbered back and forth on my cock. I found myself asking her, "What the hell, Cherry-Lee? I didn't know you did this kind of stuff."

"I don't," she responded, backing off for a moment, "but I will with you," she finished and went back at it, with vigor.

I found myself getting close and thought that I should warn her, but then thought, "Fuck it," and decided to blast her full on and make her take it. As I began to blow, I grabbed her by the back of her head and forced my cock in, making her gag. I let her have every little bit, and even tried to force an extra pump or two into her mouth. When I let her go, she rolled back on her heels, still on her knees and looked up at me. She had cum dripping down her chin. Her eyes had a pleading look, like she wanted validation or confirmation that she had done good. "I like girls like you, Cherry-Lee," I heard myself saying, and she smiled in what looked like relief. She didn't get up, but just kept looking at me, like she was waiting for me to say something else. So, I did.

"I'm going to fuck you next time, Cherry-Lee," I told her, and she started beaming at me. I mean, really beaming. It was like I'd just given her a puppy or something. She jumped up and thew her arms around me.

"I can't wait!" she exclaimed. "Really?" She pleaded, making sure I was serious.

"I'm home for the next two days," I told her. "Make sure everyone else is gone, then come over," I instructed, then added, "Make sure you take a bath first."

She nodded her head so vigorously I thought she might hurt herself. She jumped onto her toes and kissed me again on the lips. It was just another peck, but she still had cum on her face, and well, I got some on mine too.

She let go and ran around the fence and down the trailer park street, where she lived, about halfway between my house and Eli's. I wondered where the hell all of that had come from. Cherry-Lee of all people. The girl everyone ignored, that was just, well, there.

"So, you and Cherry-Lee, now?" My little brother said as I walked into the living room. My sister was standing at the kitchen entrance with a shit eating grin on her face, too.

I just stood there looking at them.

"It's not as dark in that corner as you think it is," my little brother grinned, adding, "dumbass." I just flipped him off and went to my room and stuck a Deep Purple album on the record player.

The next day after everyone was gone. My sister had gone to school and my brother had gone to work at the gas station. Our parents were long gone. Dad worked at the ship yard as an electrician and mom worked at a cleaning services place. The kind that cleans up after fires, or business relocations and stuff. I sat there for a bit, wondering if Cherry-Lee was going to show up. She did. It was around 10am and her hair was still damp.

"Is everyone gone?" she asked, timidly.

"Yes," I answered. "You look nice and clean. Do you want to stay that way? Or do you want me to do what I said I was going to do?" I gave her an out, if she wanted to take it.

"I want you to do what you said," she said, in a breathy, whispering voice.

I took her hand and led her to my room, closing the door behind us. I turned around, and she was biting her lower lip, and trembling a little.

"Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded with that same vigor as last night.

I stepped up and pulled her t-shirt off, over her head. No bra. Just pointy, hard little nipples atop fleshy little buds, where there should have been tits. I got hard immediately seeing that. I pulled my shirt off and saw her suck in a deep breath. You would think she'd never been with a shirtless guy before. I stepped up to her, and kissed her. This time full on and with passion. I reached up and tweaked one of her tits. I thought she was hyperventilating. I wasn't experienced enough yet to know what a minor, no penetration orgasm was. I guess some girls can have those by just getting excited. Fuck, I never knew.

After kissing for a bit as I played with her itty-bitty titties, I pushed her onto the bed. I undid my pants and she undid hers. As I was pulling my jeans off, she beat me to it and was completely nude before I could get my undies off. I lay with her, kissing her, tweaking her nipples and then eventually, fingering her pussy. Her pussy hair was fine and sparse. I guess that shouldn't have surprised me since the hair on her head was thin too. I guess she simply was a late bloomer.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, and she just nodded her head, looking at me with those pleading eyes again. "Are you sure?" And she nodded again with determination.

I went down on her. I used the technique I had recently learned form an experienced girl named Carla. A girl that knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to tell you how to do it. I licked Cherry-Lee's wonderful pussy. She tasted clean and sweet. I think it may have been the best I've ever tasted, even to this day. I dipped one finger in, and then two, curling them up and trying to find the same spot on her, that I had on Carla's. I found it. Soon I was lapping my tongue on her prominent little clit, harder and harder and faster and faster, while at the same time completely ravaging her spot with my fingers. She started bucking and squealing and convulsing like nothing I'd ever had, to this point. I couldn't believe the mess she made on my bed. She started twisting away from me, telling me to stop. When I didn't, she twisted harder and started begging me to stop. I thought I'd better before I ended up with a broken wrist. Her bucking and twisting were that violent.

After I stopped, she lay there on her side, panting. I rolled her onto her back, and spread her legs. She offered no resistance. Her eyes were closed and I wondered if she were even awake. She was, but barely. I didn't know yet, that some girls pass out after an intense orgasm. I had a lot to learn. I looked at her soaked pussy, and as I gazed at it, my cock went into full hard on mode. I climbed up and put the tip of my cock on her waiting pussy, and started sliding it in. I expected tightness and resistance. I got neither. I just slid in. With about three strokes I was all the way in. I wondered how a skinny little girl like this was could take it so effortlessly. She started coming back around, waking up, and started fucking back. Slowly at first, and then we both picked up speed and intensity. She pulled me close, and started grinding against me, holding me close and not letting me stroke. Her grinding got more intense, and she started cumming again.

She relaxed and said, "Okay, do it!" And I did. I started fucking her with everything I had, until I was ready to blow. I pulled out just as I was letting loose and came all over her, just above her pussy and a little bit on it. I crashed onto the bed next to her and we fell asleep for a bit.

She woke me up and said she had to get home before her dad got home. She grabbed her clothes, went into the bathroom and came back to my room a few minutes later dressed and looking fresh. She sat down beside me and I kissed her deeply again. I was pretty good at kissing, or so I was told. The girls seemed to always want more of it.

After a minute, she stood up and said, "I can come back tomorrow. I mean, is that okay?"

"You bet your sweet little ass it is," I grinned. She beamed back, turned and ran out. I heard the front door shut and just sat there contemplating what had just happened.

Later that night after having a couple of beers at Eli's, I walked home, right past Cherry-Lee's home. I could hear some shouting and arguing going on. Her dad, Rick was an ass. At least that's what my mom said. My mom was friends with Janet, Cherry-Lee's mom.

Cherry-Lee came back the next day, and we did exactly the same thing. Exactly the same way. I had to work the next several days, and didn't see Cherry-Lee for almost a week. Then we did it again a couple of times the next week. The following week, I expected her to come around again, but she didn't. I let it go when I could, but I kept thinking about her.

A couple of Saturdays later, I was walking by her house, and her dad, Rick was on the porch. He stepped out, greeted me and then said, "I understand you've been fucking my daughter," in a stern voice.

I panicked and almost ran, but he followed up laughing with, "That's okay, she needs it sometimes. Come in the house, I want to talk to you about it."

I almost ran again, but he nodded towards the door and I headed that way, with Rick a few steps behind me. He would have caught me if I'd run. I went in the front door, and Cherry-Lee was sitting on a sofa in the living room. Rick stepped in behind me, closing the door. I thought I heard him latch the lock. I could smell beer on his breath.

Cherry-Lee was looking at me with pleading eyes as if to say she was sorry.

"Go sit next to her," Rick commanded, and I did. "Kiss her," he commanded, and I hesitated. "I said kiss her," he repeated, removing his belt. I knew I was about to get a beating. "Now!"

I leaned in and kissed her gently, her eyes starting to shed tears. "It's okay," I said, "It's okay."

"Okay, you can go," Rick told me after a moment, reaching back and unlatching the door, "I wanted to see if you meant it, wait outside for a few minutes."

I went out and heard Cherry-Lee say to her dad, "Daddy, that was mean."

"You liked it though, didn't you?" he laughed. "You know what's coming next, right?"

I couldn't hear her response, but I thought it was, "Yes daddy," and I thought she was either crying, or giggling. I couldn't tell.

Those old trailer house walls back then were just sheet aluminum, and little insulation. You could hear almost everything that was going on if you were close enough. I was. I heard, "Suck it!" And knew what that meant. I was torn between running in and rescuing her, or running away. Instead, I sneaked up to the window and tried peeking in. The curtains had an ever so slight gap open. Just enough for one squinting eye to almost get a good look. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Rick's pants were off and on the floor at his feet. Cherry-Lee was sucking his cock like she meant it. It didn't look forced at all. It looked like she was loving it. I couldn't really see if he was hung or not. She was taking it though. Then he pulled out and pulled her up.

"Give daddy a kiss," he instructed, and she did. No hesitation and no fucking tears. Then he spun her around. "Pull 'em down baby," he told her. And she did.

I could see his cock now. It wasn't little, but not huge either. I can say that the cock in my pants was feeling pretty huge at the moment. There was no way to bust it out though. I was taking a big risk watching through the windows from the front porch where anyone passing by could see.

Rick pushed in firmly, but gently. In a couple of strokes, he was all the way in and fucking her fast. I could tell when he exploded because he leaned back, shoved it in as far as he could get and held her there as his ass cheeks spasmed. He pushed her away and she stayed, face down on the sofa. Ass up, as if waiting for more.

I saw Rick coming to the door so I jumped back and went to the steps.

"Do you understand?" he asked, poking his head out the door, and not waiting for an answer, "You can go now." Then he closed the door. I wandered down the steps and started back down the street, just as Janet, Cherry-Lee's mom, came around the corner in her car. She waved at me smiling as she drove past. I waved back and picked up my pace, hot footing it home as quick as I could without making a show of it.

I sat in my room, reflecting on everything. No wonder she had been so easy to fuck. Her dad had already been giving it to her. I wondered how long that had been going on. A bit later after my parents had come home from work and we'd had dinner, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there was Janet, looking frazzled and pissed.

"Is your mom home?" She asked. Of course, she was home and Janet knew it.

I let her in and my mom saw the condition she was in and quickly took her outside. They chatted over at the fence line for a bit. In almost the exact spot that Cherry-Lee had sucked my dick a couple of weeks earlier. I realized, as I looked at them talking with some serious animation, that Janet was actually not bad looking, in a plain sorta way. A lot like Cherry-Lee. Short, skinny, but with more tit. Not a lot more though. Dark hair and without the traces of red. As I watched them, my mom turned and came back to the house. She told my dad that Janet and Rick were having a problem and she was taking Janet out for a drink so they could talk privately. Dad saw the look in my mom's eyes and just nodded in agreement. No questions.

Later, when mom came home, looking a bit drunk, she announced the Janet was leaving Rick, and we were going to help her move out. Janet came in behind her, also drunk and sized me up, right in front of my mom. I excused myself and went to my room.

The next morning, I came out to find Janet just waking up on our sofa, where she had apparently slept. After I fished around in the kitchen I came back out where Janet looked at me and apologized for the intrusion. Shortly my mom emerged, then my dad. I was a bit confused. They should have been at work. My dad went to the phone and called work to tell them he needed the day off. Then my mom did the same. A little later after Rick had gone to work, Janet went home to pack, while my mom went to the store to get boxes.

After about an hour, Janet came back crying. Apparently, Cherry-Lee wanted to stay with her dad. She sat on the sofa next to me and leaned into me for support. I draped an arm over her shoulder and looked at my dad with the, what the heck, look on my face.

"We better tell Joe what's going on," my dad said to Janet. Janet let it all out. She had come home to find Rick fucking Cherry-Lee. She suspected that something was going on with Rick, but had no idea that it was their own daughter. And it wasn't rape. Cherry-Lee looked like she was enjoying it. She was enjoying it! How could that happen? How long had it been going on? She didn't know. And now Cherry-Lee wanted to stay with her dad. My mom came home and joined the conversation. They talked about calling the police, but didn't know if there was anything that they would do since Cherry-Lee was an adult now.

It took three days to get Janet a place to live and she stayed at our place for a couple of nights. I did everything I could to get a peek at the hard nipples I saw poking through her t-shirts in the mornings. I'm pretty sure she knew I was hanging around for a reason, but she never let on. When Rick was at work, she tried talking to Cherry-Lee, but kept coming back frustrated. Janet asked me if I could talk some sense into her, since Cherry-Lee obviously liked me. I agreed to try.

I went to their house alone, and Cherry-Lee's eyes lit up as she let me in. She closed the door and thew her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. We were on the living room floor in seconds, undressing and going at it. We didn't mess around much before I had my cock in her and was pumping hard. She was slippery as hell and I realized she had probably already been fucked by her dad before he left for work. I pulled out before cumming, straddled her chest and blew it on her face. I'd never done that to a girl, but I felt like trashing her a bit after knowing what she'd been up to for who knew how long. Afterwards, I told her to clean up and that we needed to talk.

The talk was not fruitful. I told her she really needed to go live with her mom, and she got a little pissy about it. She was adamant that she was staying with her dad, and that she would be near me that way. She got even more pissy when I told her that she was not my girlfriend. Yeah, I said all of the nice things about caring for her and all that. Lies of course. She was just a neighbor girl I liked fucking.

We moved Janet into another trailer park a few miles up the road into a rental. I at least got a teary-eyed hug out of her when we were leaving. The hug was a few seconds longer than what my mom thought was appropriate and she indicated that we needed to go. I didn't see Janet much for a while after we moved her, but I kept fucking Cherry-Lee on my days off, when I wasn't fucking some other girl. I ended up with a girl friend for awhile but kept fucking Cherry-Lee anyway. She always seemed to be well fucked and I got used to sloppy seconds with her.

The hammer came down after a few months. Cherry-Lee had gotten pregnant. It wasn't mine. I always pulled out. I did squirt it on her pussy a couple of times, but usually trashed her face with my load instead. It had to have been her dad. He unloaded in her pretty much daily. I don't think she was fucking anyone else, but who knows? My dad seemed to pay attention to her when she came over to visit my sister. Hmm. I wonder. I stopped fucking her as soon as I knew she was pregnant, and distanced myself. I had a girlfriend by then anyway, so it gave me an excuse.