Paul's expert sucking at her breast began to wrest fluttering moans from her. He continued for a long time, switching from one swelled mouthful of sweet, juicy girl-flesh to the other. Pal knew her lower glands were functioning like never before. The wetness she felt on her thighs and the tight, hot fullness in her lower belly and vagina announced her automatic readiness for the attentions of a male animal.
"Bitch!" she thought to herself. "You're nothing but a bitch in heat!" But even as she fought the sensations and hated herself for the way they took over her body against her will, she was enjoying the irresistible surges of passion that flooded her being.
When Paul left her breasts and moved to part her thighs, she spread them for him in reflex, already anticipating the welcome attentions of his hungry mouth. She could feel her fountain flowing steadily, and knew the depths of her lust as she awaited impatiently for him to drink and suck from her heated cunt.
But she waited in vain.
When the head of his hardened cock pressed at her virginal opening, it took a second for her to realize what he intended. By then it was too late. He thrust into her with brutal force, tearing asunder the delicate fleshy tissue of her girlish defenses.
"No-o-o-ogh-gh-gh!" she screamed, choking as his meaty shaft stretched her to a terrible fullness that seemed to pressure the very innermost organs of her belly and caused the acids of her stomach to rise in her throat.
"You monster! You filth!" she screamed at him, barely able to spare the breath for her angry outbursts because of the pain within. "You tore it! You tore it! You broke my cherry, you beast!"
She struggled beneath him, trying to buck him off her body like an unwary contestant. But he weighed heavily on her, and his hands grasped her wrists before she could bring her nails into play on his face, as she made the valiant attempt.
"Too late, Pal baby," he told her, trying to calm her down. "A virgin you're not! Might as well make the most of it, and enjoy the benefits. You can't put that cherry back after it's picked!"
He worked his cock in and out of her agonized opening, making the raw wound burn like liquid fire. The tension of her struggles tightened her vaginal muscles, adding to the feeling of fullness as his rigid shaft expanded her normally narrow passage.
She might have derived a momentary enjoyment from one bit of knowledge that was denied her. Paul's cock was taking a terrible punishment. Her maidenly snugness would have been enough to hurt his tender glans, just by the friction on his tissues and the extreme tension on the tiny bit of flesh that connected the lower foreskin as he thrust into the tightness of her unplumbed depths.
With her muscular contractions added to his obstacles, he was in as much agony as she was, but he was determined to see it to the bitter end. He knew that she had to relax her struggles some time, and then it would ease up. So he gritted his teeth and poured it into her, fucking into the bleeding, slippery wound of her torn pussy with a vengeance.
As he knew it would, the moment came when she had to relax the tightly contracted muscles. As she collapsed a little, gasping for air, he felt the passage open for him, and he pushed into her until his balls were almost dragged in after the shaft of his cock.
It was a weak moment for her. She was still catching her breath, and the nerves of her erogenous tissues started to get their messages through to her brain. By the time she had readied herself to renew the fight, the excited erection of her frictioned clitoris and the titillated surface of the mouth of her womb had managed to tell her subconscious mind what a ball they were having.
She just lay there, halfway between completely limp relaxation and the beginning of another struggle. But her hips began to move up to meet his thrusts, and this added motion increased the direct contact between his hard-working cock and her most sensitive areas.
"Oh-h-h! God!" she moaned, unable to decide whether she could resist anymore or not. Then the sensations began to build too much for her to fight. "Yes-s-s! Rape me! Oh, fuck it into me! More! Harder! Tear me apart!"
His cock was too sore to be physically stimulated by the action he was providing and Pal was augmenting. But her lusty cry of hot sexual demand triggered his lagging interest. He began to be able to feel with the head of his cock for the first time since he had shoved it past her virginal slit.
With each plunge, he could feel the hot, wet, slippery wrinkles of her vaginal walls open before him like an inhaling accordion bellows. As he dragged it out again, the same clutching wrinkles closed wetly against the end of his sensitive prick, massaging it with excruciatingly voluptuous results.
"Harder! Faster! I'm com-m-m-ming-ng-ng!" cried Pal, wrapping her legs around his back in a death grip.
Paul felt her shudder heavily beneath him, and as she pushed to envelop him in her depths at her moment of greatest sensation, he felt a wet-lipped animal nibbling rapidly atop the head of his cock.
It was like a huge cork being pulled out of him. His entire being was drawn downward, and he could feel the blood leave his brain in a rush, making him light headed.
Then his balls were bursting at the seams, and his hot fluid pumped heavily, relentlessly into her hungry depths, making her moan with the added fullness and the delightful feel of his spurting hot semen as it splashed forcefully against flesh which had never before been touched.
A red mist seemed to close around Paul's eyes for a moment, then he managed to roll off Pal's sweat-slippery body. When he was ambitious enough to look, he rolled his head toward her and discovered that she had moved about some in her final collapse.
He almost had his nose against her thigh, and when he raised his head, he was looking directly into her ravaged cunt. The wild picture it presented was fantastic. Her inner thighs and lower belly were covered with bloody streaks. Droplets of perspiration glistened all over her body like raindrops on a golden blossom.
In the blonde forest of her loins, blood and semen were mixed into a pinkish froth from the heated pistoning action of their organs. Separate streaks of white, sticky cum appeared here and there, as did an occasional bright red rivulet of her maidenhead blood.
From the lower extremity of her stretched and swollen cuntlips, a small, sluggish stream was starting to emerge. The crazy thought ran through Paul's mind that it was almost like that striped toothpaste, except that this was too thin and creamy. But the white and red of his come and her blood continued to seep out as he watched.
Pal groaned as if coming out of a coma, and one thigh moved slightly, making her slit wink almost shut momentarily, and as it reopened, a blob of heavy white cum popped out and ran down her perineal seam into the crack of her ass. It was followed by a quickly running but thin trickle of blood.
Then nothing else came out of her. Paul's eyes, wide with the wonder of this fascinating scene, finally moved to look at the heaving belly and breasts, which were now returning slowly to a more normal breathing pace.
He got to his feet and stood over her, and just then her eyes opened, gazing fixedly on his crotch. She seemed so hypnotized by what she saw that he had to look down at himself.
He looked as though someone had slaughtered a chicken over him while he lay sleeping. Blood was matted in his pubic hair and streaked across his belly and thighs. The head of his limp cock was still swollen, and its usual purplish hue was replaced by a flaming orange-violet that gleamed wetly up at him.
"Do I look that messy?" she was finally able to ask.
"At least," he replied. "You look like the victim of a fifteen-dollar abortion."