"Help, huh? Man, you don't need help with the juice comin' outta you this way," he grunted, laughing at all her sobbing cries. "You want this bad, baby. The more I knock you around, the more you dig it. Yeah, that's what I like about you."
"No, no, that's not true! That's a lie," Sharon shot back.
Tommy laughed at her denials, shaving his terrible thumb in harder. And then the girl felt pain as she had never felt before in her life! It was a sharp, concentrated kind of agony that made her snap her head from side to side and cry out. It was her cherry. Yes, it was her cherry, that thin, tiny membrane which stood guard between childhood and maturity.
"Noooo!"
She fought again, beating her fists against the young man, trying to kick him away with her feet. But he was far too strong for her. Twisting his thumb around and around in motion while pushing in, Tommy managed to tear her tiny membrane with a single push.
"Yaggggghhhhh!"
Flashing lights and roaring thunder filled her brain as she screamed and shouted, the pain becoming beyond excruciating. The girl shook violently, her body beating up against Tommy's again and again while he kept his fingers wedged there between her swollen cuntlips.
"Damn, you was a virgin!"
"Oh, oh, ohhhh…"
There would be more, much more, Sharon realized in her hazed brain, to overwhelm her this afternoon in the hot, little garage.
CHAPTER FIVE
He was moving his finger around in her, fighting to keep it inserted in the violently writhing ring of her tight little cunt. Tommy tried worming his finger in deeper, continually meeting resistance as the girl tried cinching her pussy muscles tightly. Sharon cried out, her face red and pinched while tears streaked her face. Oh, oh, this was awful, terrible!
"Like it, huh, baby? You dig pain, dig havin' your body worked over, huh?"
His words were like knives cutting her pride to shreds. She wasn't like her mother, a woman who thrived on having herself humiliated.
"No more," Sharon gasped, twisting her face away yet again from the big stud on top of her. "Please, oh, please, don't do anything more with me!"
She was sobbing with renewed humiliation.
Her mind spun around and around with fear and degradation. Slowly, very slowly her juice smeared outer labes were spread apart, stickily peeling back as Tommy's breathing became more and more labored. Yes, he was just like his father: big, insistent, thriving on being able to lord himself over the weak and torment hem! Just that thought made Sharon shudder, while his fingers kept twisting around and ground in her violated pussy.
"Uhhhhh… oooohhh, no!"
The girl twitched and jerked forward as his middle finger now shot out, the jagged tip circling her quivering clit. It teased along the edges of the gently quivering folds of her drenched cunt. His long middle finger kept its maddening tickle against the growing bud of her nerve center.
"No, no!"
He was trying to pry her cuntlips farther part with one hand when the girl suddenly managed to twist out from under him. "Hey, what the fuck!"
Sharon managed to grab the bottoms of her bikini as she rushed past him, tugging on the rope that controlled the front garage door. She would dash across the bushes and into the house. No one would see her. Her mother was still out shopping. She would be safe, at least for the time being, until she managed to think out what she would do.
"Get back here!" Tommy climbed off the couch, then raced up to her as the door began to scrape slowly over the floor to its opened position. Sharon yelled out again, but he mouth was clamped over while Tommy let the door swing back to its original shut position Sharon felt his hands hurting her, his finger bruising her flesh as he dragged her back to the couch and threw her down. Sharon let out soft grunt, her hair splashing over her face while her arms jerked out to either side of her body.
"Dumb bitch!" he hissed.
He stood above her quietly for a second pushing the black hair from his eyes. How those awful, hard eyes bore into her, makin' her shrink to her very soul. And then he was back on her, pushing his fingers back into he naked cunt, twisting them around as her soft warm thighs closed tightly around his arm.
"Ohhhhh," the girl moaned.
Why did she have that mixture of feeling, those conflicting sensations that took her breath away? With one part of her mind, Sharon wanted to push Tommy away, save herself from more degradation. And yet another part of her mind wanted to see what this young stud was going to do.
"Startin' to loosen up a little more, baby. Yeah, that's it," he grunted with satisfaction, shaking more sweat from his face. "Keep it nice and loose for ol' Tommy."
Sharon wept more freely, sobbing with complete shame and humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, trapped in this terrible place. She had come voluntarily, of her own free will for this. Secretly, part of her was loving this, wanting more, just as her mother had wanted more from Tommy's dad. This was so confusing, so wretchedly mixed up!
"Nice… but I ain't gonna fuck you regular. No way. Someone like you's gotta have somethin' extra," Tommy said, pulling his fingers out with a soft, sucking sound.
Sharon trembled, looking up with wide, frightened eyes. Tommy pulled open his trousers, halving them, then shoving the greasy, faded Levi's down to his ankles. A long, thick cock that reminded her of his father's sprang out, the pulsing, dark-red head pointing right at her. Sharon gasped, shrinking back, shoving her spine against the back of the old, dusty couch.
"Oh no, no!"
It was her mother all over again! How her scalp crinkled with terror while her nostrils flared, the insides burning with the oxygen she sucked in.
"Get over… doggie style, baby, roll over onto your fuckin' hands and knees," Tommy ordered, moving one finger around in a circular pattern. Then he turned around and pulled out a dusty, cracked mirror, positioning it at one end of the sofa so that Sharon could see herself.
She did as she was told, feeling her knees sinking gently into the torn cushion beneath her. Shaking her head, the girl knocked the strands of long blonde hair from her eyes and saw her reflection in the old bathroom cabinet mirror before her. How… lewd she looked, not at all the fresh, young teen she had been only moments ago in the safety of her mother's house. Her face seemed slightly swollen. Was that from her rising lust or the blows she'd received again and again from Tommy's opened fist?
"That's it, baby, get that old caboose back up there," he said, bringing down his hand against the firm, rounded tops of her asscheeks with a dry smack, Sharon's squeal resounding through the small garage.
"Uhhh… ooohhhh!"
Tommy stepped out of his Levi's, one leg at a time, then kicked them under the couch. Working his fingers around his fat prick, he greased down the shaft with flowing pre-cum as the young stud looked over at his father's cluttered workbench. Sharon looked nervously over one shoulder, her eyes following his. He moved toward the bench, his fingers wrapping around a long, rusty rat-tail file.
"Gonna see just how hot you are, baby. I used to know some girls over at my other school who'd go down on just about anything, once you got 'em worked up. Got a funny feeling," he said, moving from the bench back to the sofa. He held the file at the rounded end, lowering the pointed metal wedge sticking from the grooved sides down to her flesh. Sharon flinched when she felt the sharp, cold metal moving along the sole of one foot. Her toes curled as she gasped. If she hadn't been so frightened, it would have almost felt ticklish.