His cock lunged along~ one of her cheeks and she shivered as if the temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees, and then he was turning her head around and even as she tried to speak in protest he rammed his pecker into her – open mouth. “Aaaaggghhhh!!“ he moaned, thrusting.
Debbie wanted to gag. His first stroke took him almost into her throat, and she was far from ready. Oh, God, he was so big! Her mouth was full of him – and -he seemed intent upon feeding her even more. She coughed, she choked, but still his rod kept sliding into her mouth and her jaws puffed out as she struggled to accept it. – What was the ~ Gett1n~ her head blown off? That’s what he’d threatened her with. Dear God!
For the second time today she was being sexually molested and, as it had been with Holly and Lisa back at the camp, there was nothing she could do to protect or defend herself. She had a mouthful of cock and she was getting more with each passing moment.
Who was this man? Why was he mauling – and stripping and attacking her? She’d done nothing to harm him. Jesus-was he some kind of pervert who lived up here in the mountains and got his kicks waylaying any woman unfortunate enough to fall in-to his clutches? She didn’t know.
“Oh, shit, baby,” he groaned, jerking his rod out of’ – her loose-lipped mouth.
“If you were sucking cocks for dynamite, you wouldn’t earn enough to blow your nose.”
She -couldn’t speak. The sudden emptiness of her mouth, after it had been filled with his prong, was too precious; she needed time to refill her lungs.
He fisted his prick, and Debbie looked at it in awe. The thing had to be, oh, Lord, seven, eight inches long? Maybe a little more. She wasn’t good at visual computation. And how thick? He. was more than an inch in width. She’d stake her life on that. And she’d taken the better part of that enormous beast into her mouth? Debbie groaned, realizing how near she’d come to being strangled by her insane captor.
He dropped to his knees beside,her, and there was a gleam of determination-almost a hypnotic concentration-in the eyes he focused upon her face. Debbie felt her senses beginning to reel and he was a deep pool into which she began to fall. Her muscles were turning to rubber and she felt consciousness slipping away.
Yes, she thought, maybe if I pass out, it won’t be so bad. She closed her eyes and fell eagerly-into oblivion.
When she opened her eyes again she was lying on the floor and he was patting her cheeks. Debbie blinked a couple of times and said, “What are you going to do to me?”
He reached between her legs. She jerked back, but not fast enough, and that was when she realized that her panties had been taken down. “Nothing,” he said, “that hasn’t been done to you recently, if those scratches around your twat are any indication, baby. Just spread your legs and enjoy it.”
And with that he flung himself on her. His shorts were still pulled down to free his cock, and she felt the heat of his prick swinging back and forth on- the insides of her thighs. “N-n-n-nnnn-” Debbie moaned, but it was too late.
He reared up, anchored his knees between her legs, and he split her widely. She wailed, for it hurt to be so open, but it was a cut-off wail indeed. The tip of his dong bumped her split pussy lips and suddenly- he was thrusting into her, stabbing despite the resistant tightness.
Debbie lost her voice for a moment, and when she regained it, what came from her lips was a piercing scream. “AAAAIIIIEEEE!!”
“My God,” he gasped, and his cock barreled into her, bursting her hymen in one vicious, painful stroke. She felt her guts turn over and-then he was fully in her, his belly against hers as he lay upon her, and he breathed sour breath into her nostrils. Something wet was starting to leak from her cunt, and she knew without even looking that it was the blood of her butchered cherry. I’m not a virgin any more, Debbie thought, biting her lips. I’ve been raped. Oh, my God, I’ve been raped!
He raised -his face and looked at her, and she saw something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Did -he shake his head just a little? Was there a trace of sorrow in his expression? – She didn’t know, couldn’t guess. Her own eyes were misted over with tears of the pain he’d given her and her head was throbbing like a migraine special. She felt him move slightly against her, and some of his cock slipped out of her tight, agonized quim.
Some of it, but not a lot. She still felt as if a free-trunk had been thrust up her belly, and she was positive that her vagina had -been ripped to shreds by the – brutality of – his first stabbing penetration. She seemed -wetter than ever. Was she pissing herself too? Oh, God, she hoped not. That would be too much, the ultimate degradation!
But it was only wetness flowing out of her. Some of it had to be blood, she knew, but some of it was a totally different substance-the same kind of wetness she loved to tease from herself with frisky fingers on the twat. There could be no mistake. There was a hammering inside her belly and she could feel all the responses that normally came with a simple act of masturbation-the quickening of breath, the flush that began at her hairline and spread down to the pink nipples of her big tits, the twitchy, itchy, rippling at her pussy’s tight mouth.
The man looked at her. “Sorry,” he said, and then he slammed his mouth upon hers. The kiss took her by surprise. – The only kisses she’d ever known had been from relatives. Pecks from Daddy. Sloppy kisses from grandmas and aunts and uncles. Touch. Then gone. This was something entirely different, something she had never thought she would ever experience.
It was the kiss a girl might expect from a lover, Debbie decided. Ridiculous as the idea might seem. His mouth was warm and wet and she could feel his tongue sliding across her lips, tickling them, teasing them, plying between as if it wished to enter her own warm wet orality. One more pass, and her mouth yielded.
Lips parted and he thrust his tongue inside her, with a lot more gentleness than he’d used inserting his cock. His tongue touched hers and began to play a sweet game of tag inside Debbie’s mouth. She opened her eyes in astonishment, saw that his eyes were staring-at her in reply.
Take it easy, his eyes seemed to tell her, and some of the tension began to evaporate. it still hurt like blazes, down there, but her cherry was broken.
There was no way she could ever grow anew one. And so, when he began to slide his cock in and out of her with long, delicate strokes, she didn’t resist. Her body went almost completely limp beneath him and she allowed him to take his pleasure. There was no way she could stop him, was there? No way she could throw him off her, no way she could undo what had happened? And-Debbie’s eyes enlarged-it was starting to hurt less and less and less…
He ran his hands up and down 1~er body as he flicked her. That’s what he was doing, Debbie reminded herself. He was fucking her. He had his cock in her vagina and he was moving it in and out~ his groin pressing against hers when he was fully buried in Debbie, his balls tap-tapping, swinging as he fucked her, big balls, or at least they felt big, rocking in the lightness at the apex of her thighs.
He had almost no hair on his chest,’ but there was plenty between his legs and it touched her in places she was bare, and there was a ticklishness-to it that wasn’t at all unpleasant. His mouth still covered hers, and the soothing playfulness of his tongue was beginning to make her forget the pain he had caused only a few minutes ago.
Not completely, of course. He’d ripped her with his penis, and each time he moved in her she remembered that initial thrust. The tender lips ~f her pussy parted for his strokes, aching a little each time he stabbed through them, but she wasn’t so sore down there now.
His, tongue pushed – deeper into her mouth. She closed her cheeks tightly upon it, startled to find that she was actually-sucking his tongue, sucking it with a totally impromptu fervor. This, she thought, this is what he wanted me to do with his cock, when it was in my mouth! And it’s so… so… easy!! – Without realizing it she put a hand on his shoulder. It was a small, warm hand, the fingertips resting lightly on his flesh, and he inclined that shoulder a little more closely- toward her. Debbie wasn’t aware that she had- touched him until her hand closed upon his flesh and began to squeeze, and then it was too late to stop. Still moving his rod in and out of her with gentle but deep plunges, he covered one of her bra cups with his fist and squeezed her tit rhythmically.