Martha was a real prick; bullying and tormenting the younger kids in the neighborhood. She was constantly after them, taking every opportunity that she had to dominate them in any way that she could. She delighted in making everyone's life miserable.

Maybe it was the fact that she had no one her age that she could hang out with and the only way she could have companionship, if in a distorted way, was that she sought out the others for her unending torment. Martha was a freshmen. Her main target was seventh grader Billy Wyant. She rode the same bus and her family's home was down the same dead end road. Billy dreaded those walks to the start of the road to catch the bus because he had to walk pass Martha's house.

This day was like so many others. Billy and Martha got off the bus after school on a warm spring afternoon and started the long walk down the lane. Martha was always careful to make sure that no adults were looking before she started in. True to form Martha hurried after a fast walking Billy to snatch his new and prized baseball cap from his head.

"Give it back, Martha!" cried Billy as he chased after the bigger girl. She ran off the side of the road and behind an old and seldom used barn. There were a number of large, heavy plastic seed barrels lined up behind some bushes. She flipped the top off one and threw the hat inside. In the act, one of her favorite pearl earrings fell out and joined the hat in the bottom of the barrel. "Damn." she muttered under her breath as she squirmed her shoulders in through the narrow opening of the barrel to retrieve her lost heirloom.

Billy came up behind her just as she leaned into the heavy plastic barrel. He was mad and fed up. Something came over him and in an uncharacteristic and bold move he grabbed Martha's ankles and upended her into the barrel.

Martha was caught totally off guard and in a moment her waist was stuck in the tiny opening; her torso within the flared cavity. Martha tried to push herself up and out but her hips were wedged tight in the opening and the slick and rounded inner surface gave no purchase for her hands. She was truly stuck. She started screaming and cursing at Billy, making all sorts of threats if he didn't get her out.

For his part, Billy was totally amazed at what he had done. He was never so bold in his short life. At first he was a little bit afraid of what the consequences of his actions might be. Then he remembered all the times he suffered the torments of this mean older girl. The uniqueness of the situation and the possibilities this allowed started to creep into his head. Maybe it was time for a bit of revenge. He acted on the first thing that came to mind. Walking up to Martha he started to paddle her bottom. After five quick strokes he stepped back.

Martha could not believe what was happening to her. She started screaming and kicking her legs. The screams soon stopped as it was only hurting her own ears.

Billy found the results most satisfying and wound up for another wallop. He stopped mid-stroke as a smile came to his lips. He reached over to the imprisoned girl, grabbed the hem of her knee length, pleated skirt and flipped it up.

Martha eyes widened in shock as she realized that her white panties were exposed to Billy. "Whack, whack." fell the two blows with open hand, one on each of her firm rounded cheeks. "Billy Wyant." cried Martha as she madly kicked out with her feet. She felt the sting of the latest spanking much stronger without the added padding of her skirt.

Billy had to leap back to prevent a kick in the teeth. "This will never do." said Billy to himself as he took stock of the situation. Acting on a instant solution to the problem, Billy grabbed the hem of her panties and yanked them down her thighs, somewhat pinning her legs together.

"Oh, God." said Martha to the realization that things had gotten so much worst for her.

"Oh, God." said Billy at the same time when he realized that he was looking at the naked buttocks, asshole and pussy lips of a girl for the first time. He instantly went hard. Martha went berserk, screaming threats and swearing at Billy and bucking her legs in unison in a dolphin kick. Billy just stared at the slit between Martha's legs. It ran from almost her ass hole, between her thighs, and disappeared in a patch of fuzz around front.

She had an almost three inch gap between where her legs met her wide pelvis that was bridged by two puffy, mounding lips that were lightly covered in silky blond hair. As she bucked, her crack rolled slightly more open revealing pinker and moister flesh to Billy's eyes. Martha's threats and directed curses finally crept into Billy's conscious and he responded with "Oh, yeah?" He wound up and directed a slap to each of Martha's bare buttocks.

"Owww," she cried at the stinging, burning blows "Billy don't... PLEASE." as tears started to stream down her face. Running short of air in her confines she pleaded "Billy, I can't breath."

Billy looked down and seeing a six-inch plug in the side of the barrel, unscrewed it. Fresh air flooded the interior allowing Martha to breath. She lay still as she filled her lungs with air. Meanwhile, Billy stepped up to Martha's unclothed ass and placed his right hand on her bare cheeks. He started rubbing first one and then the other in turn. Moving back to the first he ran his hand over the fuzzy lips between the two cheeks. On doing so he felt a slickness deposited on his hand from her slit.

Curious he brought his hand up to investigate. As he got it close to his face he noticed a peculiar musky scent. Bringing it up to his nose he inhaled deeply. He liked what that sniff brought to his senses and sniffed again. Then, in an inquisitive nature, he stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

Billy liked that smell and taste. Returning his hand to the mound he ran it up and down the crack this time, collecting more of the juice on his palm. Bringing it immediately to his nose he inhaled and then lapped up the slimy juice.

Martha flinched and tensed when she felt Billy lay his hand on her ass cheek. She was prepared for another stinging slap on her upturned butt. What she was not prepared for was the soothing feel of his hand stroking her naked behind. Her emotions took over and she started to sob quietly. She felt him move his hand from her left cheek to her right to continue the rubbing there. Then he returned to the left but slid his hand over her exposed mound.

An unexpected shiver ran up her spine as he slid his hand over her pube-covered lips to be suddenly pulled away after smearing some of her juices. A few moments later the hand returned to her slit, only this time to deliberately slide up and down it's length catching and smearing more of her slickness. This contact had an all too familiar effect on her. Martha often explored her own body with her fingers and well knew how easily she could be aroused. Billy's exploring hand was now doing just that.

Billy wasn't totally innocent of the facts of life. He often wanked to borrowed porno magazines belonging to his friend's father. He unbuttoned his jeans and yanked the zipper down. Working his throbbing shank from his pants he started to beat off as he lapped Martha's juices off his hand.

He was getting worked up fast. Staring at Martha's now drooling pussy while pulling at his meat became too much for this pubescent boy's self-control. He leaned down and clamped his mouth on her swelling mound, burying his tongue in her oily crack.

"Gad!" exclaimed Martha as she felt Billy's probing tongue. She never had such a thrilling experience in her life. The multiple spine tingling swipes of his hot tongue were fast hurtling her to an intense orgasm. But with a frustrating suddenness it all stopped.

As much as Billy was enjoying his first taste of pussy, he needed something more. Stepping back he spied a thick board in the dirt. Kicking it over to the barrel he stepped up on it. This positioned his hard-on even with Martha's hole. He yanked her panties off and spread her legs. Stepping forward with cock in hand, he quickly rubbed the head up and down her crack, coating it with her now copious juices. Lining up with the depression in the slit, he let go of his shaft, grabbed her hips and thrust forward.