"Oh yeah, mama, yeahhhhh…"
He was smoothing his fingers around her asscheeks, obscenely touching her asshole then rubbing her cuntlips with his fingertips. And all the time he was pulling out, making her feel so strange! "Noooooo…"
Halfway out, he stopped, then eased back. She could feel the extent of the pain inside. That wonderful cockhead was stretching her apart again, forcing those trembling pussy walls apart, shoving out more and more juice that trickled down the backs of her bent legs. In and out. In and out. In and out. Yes, he was fucking her, fucking her good and slow as he'd promised. And there was nothing Betty could do to stop him. She had to lay there and accept that attack.
But why resist anyway? It was too late. Hank had torn her cherry, ripped away her innocence. There wasn't a reason to fight off the disgusting animal rutting inside her. Yes, she was rutting, going into heat while that animal fucked the daylights out of her. She did her best to close her mind to the brutal assault taking place. But something deep inside wouldn't let her. She was going to face her rape – face it and enjoy it.
When she felt his hands sliding under her belly and raising her a little, Betty only whimpered. She felt his fingers fanning over the flatness of her belly, smoothing over her flesh, making her cry out in fear. It wasn't enough for him to violate her, tear her cherry! Now he had to touch her all over, make her aware fully of her degradation. Sobbing, closing her eyes, Betty prepared herself for the worst.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Those hands kept crawling up like spiders, the fingers touching her tits, her throat. He was squeezing her nipples, rolling the rubbery nubs between thumbs and forefingers until she squealed with delighted pain. A shock of something like heat flashed from her violated tits to her pussy, making her clit throb.
In high school, she had seen the boys staring at her tits. She was well developed. Her mother worried about her, buying her sweaters one or two sizes too big, always to hide her firm, high-riding tits. But she would tuck in her sweater behind her skirt, stretching the knitted material over her bra. How the boys would stare, ignoring the teacher, their eyes wide, wanting, desiring her tits. It was wrong to tease like that. But still it wasn't as if she wanted to fuck them or anything. It was just a harmless game.
She would sit there at her desk, thumbing through the American history textbook, peering over the top at times to watch the boys. She had seen their fingers twitching and squeezing together. She knew they were thinking about twisting her nipples around, feeling her tits.
How she and her girlfriend had laughed at the boys. Betty knew they wouldn't touch her. There was no way they were going to get her between their legs and fuck her, let alone touch her. And yet here was a stranger, someone she barely knew fucking her, touching her tits, squeezing her nipples until she squeaked with pain.
He moved his fingers against her nipples, letting her know he was fully enjoying her humiliation and her pain.
"Come on, Betty, come on, move it, move that ass. Show me you're diggin' this as much as I am," he said, fucking forward with a particularly rough push.
The girl coughed, swinging her head from side to side, feeling her long hair brushing over her whitened knuckles. Fucking. She was fucking, having her cunt fucked by that awful fat prick. The harder and faster Hank fucked her, the more she was liking it! Yes, she was starting to feel spacy, starting to look the way Annie had earlier. It was as if someone had given her a drug. It was the drug of fucking. It had taken over all her consciousness, making her think of one thing only – fucking. Gradually the horror of her rape had been matched, then surpassed by the joy of his cock. In and out, in and out that prick fucked, each forward shove making her body shiver. And all the while his hands rubbed life into her tits, pinching her nipples, making her cry out with a mixture of pain and joy.
"Ohhhh, Betty, see? I told you you'd love it. Oh, yes, yes, you'd love it," Annie gasped. Opening her eyes, she saw her girlfriend sitting in front of her, her legs spread apart, both hands dropped to her crotch. She was playing with herself! Betty saw the fingers moving back and forth, sliding up and down over her clit. She was toying with her cunt, jacking off in front of Betty while she was getting fucked by Hank!
And yet it seemed so normal. What did she expect Annie to do, play cards? Yes, let the girl flick her fingers over her clit, fuck them in and out of her sucking cunt. Betty had the best of the deal. Betty sighed, feeling the wonderful fucking of Hank's prick. The young stud was groaning above her, his fingers pinching her nipples hard as his excitement grew and grew. Betty didn't care now. Consciously she was pressing against the big athlete, wanting to feel his belly rubbing against her ass as he fucked her. Her mind was whirling around, sinking into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt that cock fucking her cunt into an inferno.
The fat cockhead fucked back and forth inside her heated fuckhole. Behind her she could feel those fat, leathery balls bouncing off her asscheeks, slapping at times against her clit, making it tingle even more. Heated rushes of air blew against her thighs. Fucking. Fucking. And now he was building the tempo of his fucking, holding her more tightly while groaning low and loud.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, baby!" he cried, his head tilting back.
Betty moaned back, jerking her body from side to side, doing everything she could to intensify the feeling of haying her cunt filled with cockmeat.
"Oh, yes, Hank, fuck her, fuck her," Annie moaned, her fingers spreading her cuntlips apart and fucking in and out in time with her boyfriend's fucking.
Everything was turned upside down for the teen. Tears of horror and delight rolled down her cheeks as she felt his cock swelling inside her. Her soft whimpers became louder and louder sobs as she started to round one lust corner, started edging up toward climax. Yes, she was going to cum again that evening, cum with a fat prick fucking her mercilessly. This was so much different than the sucking Annie had given her. There was a chilly fire lapping at her cunt, licking at her clit until she nearly fainted from the sensation. Every ounce of strength seemed to be sapped from her body. And yet she kept on, pressing into the young stud, wanting more and more of his cock fucking her pussy.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes," she whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear her cries of delight. It felt so good, so wonderfully good. It felt better than anything she'd ever known before. Finally that awful itch, that pulsing itch that had been driving her mad before was now being scratched!
"Yeah, yeah!" Hank gasped, his hand still stroking her asscheeks, squeezing her ass flesh.
"Oh God, God, yes…"
"Come on, move that ass, move it real hard… ughhh… yeah, like that. Oh, man, man," he gasped, shaking his head slowly from side to side, "this bitch knows how to move it, man. Christ, she knows how to move… ughhhhh fuck… a stud feel real good!"
The words burned into Betty's mind. She felt another flash of sexual fire consume her clit. And all the while his cock was fucking into her pussy sliding continuously over the rounded bottom of her clit. Soon. Very, very soon she was going to cum. It was similar to the time when Annie had stiffened her tongue and slipped it into her cunt crack. But now there was something far bigger, far hotter and longer fucking her pussy.
"Oh, ohhhhh!" Betty cried.
Betty loved the endlessly fucking cock as it chugged back and forth, the balls slapping hard against her ass. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart, her knees scraping against the concrete floor. She should have felt discomfort. But now all her concentration was centered on two hot spots – her nipples and her cunt. Nothing else mattered. She cared about nothing else, no one else. The only think she demanded from life was more fucking, more of flank's prickmeat to make her feel this good for a long, long time!