"Man, gonna make it soon. Shit, can't keep my jizz down," Hank growled, throwing his head, from side to side. Sweat streaked his cheeks while he opened his mouth and sucked in lungfuls of air. His body was shuddering with the effort of fucking the girl while his hands pinched her flesh, her tits, her belly.
Betty heard the urgency in his voice and went crazy. A man was going to cum inside her! A man was going to dump his load of spunk down her pussy, fill her cunt with that white hot stuff she and Annie had giggled about so often. How she had envied her girlfriend and some of the others when they told her about climax, about when a guy pops off and starts squirting his stuff. Then it had sounded terribly messy. But now she bristled at the thought of having Hank's white-hot jizz spurting inside her, filling up her itchy, hot fuckhole.
Hank fell over her, his fingers pinching her nipples hard now while his powerful hips fucked his cock home. She was grunting with each forward thrust like a rutting bitch, her hair curtaining her face while her fingers dug hard into the mattress. Somewhere in the distance she could hear Annie crying out once more. Was something wrong? No, of course not. The girl was cumming, climaxing nearly in her face once more. That was nice. It didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was the cock in her cunt – that and her clit which was swollen to the bursting point. If a thousand firecrackers were to go off in her cunt, they wouldn't equal the fiery power she felt building deep between her spread thighs.
Hank was holding tightly onto her asscheeks now, his fingers hurting her as his cock fucked frantically in and out of her cunt. She knew instinctively that moment of hot joy was just within reach. Betty felt herself stretching for it, her fingers touching it barely. Soon she would embrace it, be engulfed by it. She needed more of that cock, something just a little bit stronger to push her over the edge. How she wanted that, needed it.
"Take it, slut!" Hank growled, slapping her hard on the ass. Yes, that was it. That was it. More slapping, more of something. That hand kept battering her ass, making the flushed skin tingle while his cock filled her fuckhole. It was too good to stop. Her body quaked and shivered with need while her asscheeks ground hard against his belly. Soon, very soon.
Hank cried out, stiffening his body, snapping his head back. Betty held her breath every sensation seeming to magnify itself a thousand fold. And then she knew he was cumming. She could feel the hot spunk jetting into her pussy, spattering against her itchy cunt walls. He was filling her up.
The girl thought she was going to go mad! She slammed her ass against him, thrilling in the combination of the fucking cock and the hot, squirmy liquid spurting into her pussy. And there was more. There would be more. Hank draped himself over her, holding her tightly, babbling obscenities into her ear while still shooting all that hot cum into her sucking cunt. There was something building fast inside her, something that was making her thighs tense, making her clit throb harder and harder until she thought the tiny organ was going to tear loose.
In a mad second it seemed as if the world had crashed into her cunt. Betty screamed, her head jerking up and striking Hank's chin. Stars flashed behind her eyes while her cunt muscles cinched down hard on the big stud's prick. Again and again her cunt cramped down, gumming his cock like a pair of soft lips while a rush of spasms shot through her snatch.
Pain and pleasure. She was starting to realize what life was all about. Betty's climax was a combination of these two opposite feelings – feelings so powerful they knocked all sense from her. Gasping, wheezing, the young girl collapsed to the floor, the only signs of life being her uneven shallow breathing. Again and again her cunt muscles gripped that fat cock milking and squeezing the last of the jizz from its central tube.
When it was over, Hank fell on top of her, fucking his softening prick in and out.
"Baby, you're somethin' else. Man, you got one hell of a hot pussy. It's like you been savin' up for this kinda shit for a long time."
"Just leave… leave me alone, please," Betty sobbed, ashamed, overwhelmed with guilt. She had let him do this.
At the start she had fought him off a little. But something inside her made her bow to him and Annie, made her so excited she could hardly think. And in the end she had not fought at all. A dark power had bleached out all thought. For an instant Betty had lost her identity, had become a senseless, rutting bitch who couldn't get enough cockmeat.
"Don't gimme that goody-two-shoes crap," Hank said, wiping the back of his hand over his lips. "You like gettin' fucked. You're one of those women who like men, like what they do to you."
"Not true, not true," Betty protested, hiding her face in shame between her thin arms.
"I'm not gonna argue with you," he said, pulling out of her cunthole.
Betty sobbed louder, feeling that prick withdrawing. She knew it was true, true! Try as hard as she could to fight the horrible reality, she knew it was true. Hank had peered down into her soul and seen the truth. Now he was laughing at her when she tried to deny it. How she hated him for that truth, for telling it to her!
"I've gotta get home, baby. Got practice tomorrow. Take care of your friend. Maybe we can work somethin' up later… after I fuck you," Hank said, bending over and kissing Annie hard on the lips.
For the next few moments Betty lay defeated and broken on the floor. She heard Hank dressing, heard Annie scampering up the floor after him. There was the sound of the outside door closing. She guessed she should be leaving, should be gathering up her clothes and getting out of here. But she was so weak, so driven into the dirt!
"Oh, wow, it's late! Come on, Betty, come on, you've gotta get dressed or something. My folks are gonna be home in a half hour!"
Betty groaned, pushing her hands under her body and slowly getting up. She brushed back her long hair, shivering as she felt some of Hank's cum dribble from her violated cunthole and trickle down both her inner thighs.
"I know you're feeling weird. But you gotta get outta here, honey. Come on, you'll feel better later on. I was just about that way when I first got fucked."
How could she talk so flippantly about it? Betty said nothing, confused, unsure of how she was supposed to act. She moved around as if drugged, gathering up her clothes, following Annie up the stairs to the big bathroom where she showered. How good that hot water felt, and how especially good the soap felt as she worked it over her swollen cunt. Yes, her pussy was still puffy, still aroused, ready for another fucking, she guessed. Had Hank touched some kind of button, turned her into some kind of raving whore? Had all those years of deprivation done something to her? Perhaps if she had been more normal like Annie – she wouldn't have this desire to go bed all the time. Now all she could think about was Hank's prick – that fat juicy cock dangling from between his legs and how good it felt reaming her out.
That night she managed to avoid having a prolonged conversation with her mother. Mumbling goodnight, Betty dragged herself upstairs, closing the door and falling across her bed. She tried to sleep! But nothing came of it. The moment she was alone, all she could think of was Hank sticking his cock into her, or of Annie grabbing her asscheeks, fucking her tongue up her pussy. And when she did fall asleep those mental images became all that sharper in her tortured dreams.
She tossed and turned in bed, the sheets wrapped around her legs while her cunt burned and throbbed all night. Had she cum in her dreams? The girl thought so. It was so hard, so very very difficult for her to think straight that morning when she finally aroused herself. Those terrible dreams of both Annie and Hank fucking and sucking her had drained the girl.