He reached up and held her firmly around the waist. "Hang on, honey," he said breathlessly. "I'll get it in."
Debby grinned. "Oh, Hal, far out," she said. "Now I'll know what it's like."
She waited, perched on top of his big rigid cock, confident that Hal knew what to do. He gave a violent shove, and she felt his thick hard meat tearing into her, stuffing her so full she could hardly breathe.
"Oooooooooooooooooo!" she shrieked. "Uunngghhh – oh!!"
Hal heard her scream, but it was too late to stop. His momentum carried him right through the taut thick barrier of her hymen, breaking it. Virgin blood coursed down his thick rosy stalk. He felt the fantastic tightness of her cunt all around him as he plunged clear to her womb.
Debby found herself sitting on his belly, his cock lodged to the hilt in her, tiny torn box. She was shaken, disturbed. She hadn't imagined his cock would be so big, or that fucking would hurt. She remembered how joyful her mother had looked in this same position.
"You all right, kid?" Hal said, panting.
"I don't know," said Debby, shaking her head in bewilderment.
"Well, just relax if you can," said Hal. "The worst pain is over. I'm going to fuck you now, Debby, so you can find out what it's like."
She nodded, still not sure she liked this new experience. Hal began to move his big thick pole inside her, slowly and gently. He was right, it didn't hurt so much now that he'd gotten all the way in, but it also wasn't the big blast of pleasure she'd expected.
"Relax," he said, "relax…"
Hal had all he could do to keep fucking her slowly and gently. He wanted to let go, ball her hard, dig the wonderful snugness of her tiny teenage box. She was the tightest thing he'd ever been into. Her cunt was a muscular velvet sheath around him, hot and wet and slick.
He didn't want to hurt her, though, so he went slowly, working his stiff meat deeply in, gently out. Debby trembled and sighed. He couldn't tell whether she liked it or not, but at least she didn't seem to be in pain any more.
"Does that feel better, sweetheart?" he said.
"Ummm-hmmmm," she said very softly.
As a matter of fact, it was feeling better than before. She started getting long bursts of pleasant sensation each time Hal's long prick snaked into her. She relaxed and began to ride with it, moving her slim hips in time to his deep strokes. His hard shaft rubbed deliciously over her clit every time he moved. She began to see that fucking could be fun after all.
Hal was losing control again. Now that he was actually doing it, balling this little chick who'd turned him on so powerfully for the past few days, his excitement was too great to be contained. He moaned, panted, and jerked his meat faster and faster in her fiery snug little box.
Debby began to moan, too. "Ohhh, Hal," she gasped, "it's starting to feel really good!!!"
Neither of them heard the front door opening.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Brenda got to the club that evening, she hurried past Denton's office and into the waitresses' lounge, hoping she wouldn't meet her new boss. She had only two days left to work at the Red Dragon. If she could avoid Denton, she could get through it.
It was a busier evening this time, and Brenda was occupied on the floor till midnight. Then she took a breather at the bar. Just as she was lighting a cigarette, Denton walked up. He had a knowing grin on his face, and he stood close to Brenda – so close that she could feel the heat of his body.
"Hello, beautiful," he said. "You've been avoiding me."
Brenda blushed and put out her cigarette. "If you'll excuse me, Mister Denton," she said, "I have to get back to work."
"No, you don't," said Denton, seizing her wrist. "The crowd's thinned out. The other girls can handle it. I want you to come to my office."
"I'd rather not," Brenda said wearily. "We have nothing to talk about."
"Who said anything about talking?" Denton said.
He started toward the office, dragging her along. Brenda didn't know what to do. She didn't want to make a scene, but she didn't want to be alone with him, either. She didn't trust herself alone with Denton, not after last-night.
"Please," she said, "let me go!"
"Shut up," said Denton, jerking hard on her wrist.
Brenda gave a yelp of pain. Denton hustled her into the office and locked the door behind them.
"Get your clothes off," he said. "I been horny for you all evening, baby. I can't wait any longer."
"But, Mister Denton," Brenda said, trying to delay, "I'm supposed to be on the floor, working."
"Don't worry," he said dryly, "I won't take it out of your paycheck. Now get undressed. I need you NOW!"
Brenda was trembling. She was going to have to resist him, and that would mean getting fired, no paycheck at all. At least then tonight would be her last night.
"No, Mister Denton," she said, "I'm not going to make love to you. I want, only one man, my husband. You can fire me if you want – I don't care. But if you don't let me go back to work, I'm going home."
His dark face suffused with anger, Denton stepped toward her and seized her wrist again. He spoke in a cruel hissing voice. "I told you last night, women don't say no to me," he said. "Any woman who tries that gets punished."
He twisted her arm behind her. The pain was awful. Brenda cried out and sank to her knees. "You're hurting me, you animal," she said. "Let go!"
Denton lessened the pressure a little but did not let go. He kept her on her knees. "You're going to be punished," he said. "You're not leaving here till I teach you a lesson."
Brenda tried to struggle loose, but it was hopeless. Denton was too strong for her, and her struggles only produced more pain. She stayed on her knees, trembling and sobbing.
"What kind of creep are you?" she said. "How can you want a woman who doesn't want you?"
Denton laughed harshly. "Oh, you want me, baby," he said. "You just ain't admitting it."
Brenda moaned. She wondered if he was right. She remembered the shameful way she'd behaved with him last night, going wild with pleasure when he pushed his cock into her, begging for more… No, she had to resist him. She owed it to Hal.
"All right," Denton said, "unless you want your arm twisted more, you do what I say. Unzip my pants."
Brenda wanted to scream obscenities at him, kick him, kill him – but for the moment she could only do as he asked. He could break her arm in a second, and she knew it. Sobbing, she raised her free arm and unzipped his fly.
"Good," said Denton. He was starting to breathe heavily. "Now take my cock out."
Brenda shuddered. She didn't want to touch him. She didn't want her arm broken, either, though, so she obeyed. She reached into his pants and felt the warm soft lump of his cock. She drew it out. It hung from his open fly like a huge obscene worm, limp and pale.
"Pick it up," said Denton. He was almost panting in his evil excitement.
Shuddering, Brenda slipped her hand under his doughy limp prick. She could feel it throbbing against her palm.
"Lick it," he said.
"Oh, nooo," Brenda said.
He twisted her arm, and she screamed. "Do what I told you," he said.
She would do anything to end that terrible pain. She leaned forward quickly, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick gingerly up and down the limp wormy length of his prick. Denton moaned softly.
"Yeah," he said, "yeah, that's it, baby. Lick my meat…"
She hated doing this to him. This was something she reserved for her husband, the man she loved. It seemed evil and wrong to give Denton the special treat she saved for Hal. She had no choice, however. She licked dutifully, covering every bit of his flaccid cock with her gleaming spit.
Denton grinned down at her. "That's more like it, doll," he said. "If you just do like I tell you, we can have a real good time."