Tom laughed at the horror he saw in her face and leaned back down against her body. He ran his big cock over her stomach.
He fucked in to the hilt, right through her cherry, and even though her dry pussy was no easy going for him, he knew that the blood from her shattered hymen would lubricate things for him.
"So much for the wedding night," he growled into her ear, bottoming out as the head of his prick nudged her cervix. He squirmed around with his hard cock inside her, wanting to feel every inch of her torn pussy. "What's Ryan going to say when he finds out you've been holding out on him when you're not even a virgin?"
Donna was already crying harder than she ever had before, but his last statement brought forth a new wave of hysteria from her. Her whole body was wracked with her sobbing now, the pain from her brutalized cunt adding desperation to her writhing. Tom had ruined her life with his monster prick, had brought her pain and was now destroying her chance for a happy life with Ryan. She felt dirty beneath him.
Tom pulled back slowly now, watching as his cock came from her cunt, stained red with her blood. He knew that his withdrawal was hurting Donna as the massive girth of his prick rubbed against the tattered ruins of her cherry. He was happy about that, because the little bitch needed some pain right now. He fucked back into her, his passage easier this time with the lubrication of her blood.
Donna jerked beneath him as though she'd been shot, her head rolling back and forth and her shoulders hunched as though she was suffering some death agony. Her cunt gripped Tom's prick so hard, it was unbelievable, and he wondered just how long he was going to last fucking this beautiful woman.
Donna would have done anything to stop him, but there was nothing she could do. As Tom set up a rhythm and really began to fuck her, she tried to raise her legs up and clutch his sides with them, but that only made his penetration easier. The pain was a steady burning now, waxing with each thrust in and waning with each withdrawal, but always present and always close to unbearable. She began pounding her head against the carpet, hoping the pain from the blows would take her mind off the burning from the fucking he was giving her.
"Oh, Donna," Tom gasped, fucking into her time after time, drilling through her agonized, wounded cunt channel. "Oh, Donna, my Donna, you finally ran into somebody who knew how to open your locks. You're never going to be the same after this, bitch, you're even going to walk different."
With that, he bit down on her vulnerable throat and increased the power of his battering at her defenseless pussy. Donna's legs went up again, spasmodically, and Tom used the opportunity to roll her back on her shoulders, his new angle allowing him even deeper access to her cunt.
Donna had stopped her thrashing beneath him. She was still in pain, but the terrible edge with which it had begun was tapering off, and she had decided that no reaction would be her best defense against the man on top of her. He seemed to love her pain, so she would hide her feelings from him as best she could.
Tom was gnawing at Donna's throat. There would soon be a mass of bruises where his mouth had traveled. His hands found her already-sore tits once again, and he began twisting them, turning them like corkscrews, bringing her pain to new heights.
It was no use. Just the jolting blows of his fucking was rocking her body, and her legs kept wanting to raise off the ground, especially now that he had her partly bent backward. This time, when her legs came up, he took full advantage too, taking his hands off her big tits long enough to roll her knees up to them. Then he really fucked into her, rocking her whole body while he pulverized her injured cunt.
Tom was biting and licking her calf now, fucking straight down into her cunt. Each time he fucked inside, he stretched her cunt to the breaking point, and each time he withdrew, the walls of her pussy sucked at his cock. It was the wildest, most mind-blowing fuck he'd ever had, and he knew it wasn't going to be long before he lost his load.
"No!" she cried, the panties in her mouth slurring her words. "Please, no, not like this."
It was to no avail. Her cunt began contracting on Tom's invading prick and her hips began to hunch up at him, despite everything she tried to do to stop. It was the most humiliating, debasing moment of her life. She strained against her bonds in her efforts to resist.
Tom's control was slipping away fast. He began to fuck her wildly, losing the careful, pounding rhythm he had kept up during the entire fuck. Now he was just hammering at her, fucking his big cock into her as fast and deep as he could go, slobbering on her leg and crushing her tits. Sweat was dripping off him. He was reaching the point of no return.
"No!" Donna screamed as the first blast of high-octane cum fired deep into her cunt. The panties flew from her mouth. "No, stop, pull it out! Please!"
She hadn't even thought about this, about the way that the rape would have to end, with him hosing his thick white cum inside her womb. Tom's orgasm froze Donna cold, and her whole body tensed as he emptied his spunk inside her. She had never felt so used and dirty in her life.
Again and again Tom's cock jerked and spat out tendrils of steaming white cum. Soon he was fucking the sticky stuff out of her, and it drooled down her tender white thighs, leaving slimy trails, like the tracks of so many snails. He was filling her up with his goo, clogging her torn cunt with thick white jizz.
Donna was sure the world had ended. He might be making her pregnant. At the very least, the first man to fill her cunt with cum would be a man she hated, not one she loved.
Finally he slowed down. Now his stuff was just dripping inside her. At least it was over now, Donna thought, and she could run away from this place and never have to see Tom Reynolds again. She would get in the shower and stay there all day, until she'd washed off every bit of the shame she felt. She tried not to pay attention to his cum as it slipped out of her cunt and traced trails down to the growing puddle beneath her taut, white ass.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna closed her eyes and wished that all of this would just go away. She had never felt worse in her life. The worst part was that she had almost cum right there at the end.
Although his cock was softening inside her cum-clogged pussy, Tom wouldn't pull out. He squirmed around, fucking his weakening cockshaft in as far as he could, and his hands came up to press against her tits. She could feel his cum running down the insides of her thighs, and she turned her head to one side, hoping he would just let her go now that he had done what he wanted to her.
"Honey, that was fucking nice." Tom cupped her pointy tits and grabbed her nipples between his first fingers and thumbs.
Donna groaned with pain as he pinched her, wondering why he was still tormenting her, wondering just how much more of this hell she was going to have to endure.
"Please get off," Donna pleaded. "You've done what you wanted. Can't you just let me go now? I won't even tell Ryan, I just want out of here."
"Fucking liar." He began a slow rotation of his hips. "You'd run right to him and scream your pretty head off. You're such a fucking liar."
He did pull out of her, though, yanking back his long cock until he was free from her. He rubbed his prick clean in her silky blonde cunt hair. He slid over to her side. While he continued to torment her tits with one hand, he slid the other down to her juicy pussy.
Donna groaned, in shame and resignation, because she could see his massive cock, stained now with her virgin pussy blood, stiffening again. He was going to keep using her, her ordeal wasn't over with yet.