She felt a quickening of breath in her body, and her fit seemed to engorge in his hand. Her nipple was hot, straining against the cloth cup which surrounded her boob, and she knew that he couldn’t help but feel the pulsation of her fit as he squeezed. Debbie raised her other hand, wondering why. When it wrapped around his neck, she knew why, and she wasn’t entirely certain that she was Sony. Oh, Jesus, she prayed silently, what is happening to me?
Already her knees were lifting, and her feet rising from the floor. One of her feet slipped around the man’s calf, tied it self in a knot there.
“Mmmmmppphhhh… ” She groaned as he seemed to slip deeper into her pussy, deeper than she had thought it possible for a man to go in a woman. It felt as if the head of his cock were already burrowing among her intestines or even higher. There was a lightness around her heart, as if it were on the verge of shutting down and she breathed harder, faster, not wanting to die-not now-oh, God, God, God, not nowwwww!!!!
Debbie’s head fell back and her mouth, still open, gave forth a crooned “0000HHHHHH!!” that made her eardrums ache nearly as much as her lungs. She lightened the grip of her hand around the man’s neck and she Pinched off five fingers’ worth of his hard shoulder muscles and she raised her other foot and, if anything, it opened her all he more. When his cock shoved home now, she. could feel it at the bottom of her throat and it didn’t hurt anymore-Jesus, it didn’t hurt at all! He pulled back, extracting better than half his long rod, and she thrust her pussy up at him, the lips dick and wet, eager to be refilled, anxious to be wedged and ravished by the hard hot barrel of him.
“Good God, what are you doing to me?” she moaned, holding on for dear life.
He didn’t answer. He fucked. And with each plunging insertion of his dong, Debbie learned, in spades, what he was doing to her. There was no question of lubrication. Her twat was sopping wet, inside and out, and she could hear the squish as his cock lunged into that wetness.
She’d been masturbating for two or three years, at least, and she was no stranger to her body’s reactions. When the orgasm began to simmer in her belly, Debbie knew it, and she blushed for shame. But how could she stop her body’s natural processes? And, Jesus, did she even want to? She wrapped her arms and legs around him even tighter and she made her ass bounce up from the floor in greedy, cock-swallowing attacks whose significance he could not but be aware of. She didn’t care what he thought of her, she didn’t care what she’d think of herself when this was over. She was going to come, and when she did, she wanted it to be a come she’d never forget One time in her life-one time, oh, Jesus-she had the chance to discover how it was, what it was like to be with another person; and even if it wasn’t the way she’d have chosen, Debbie had to experience it in full. The opportunity would never come again. If she died tomorrow she would have one delicious memory to carry to the grave.
“Ohmygod I’m cominggggg… ” She didn’t even recognize her own voice. The diction was slurred and blurred and the words rushed from her in a muddy torrent. But she didn’t need words. Her cunt swamped around him, the muscles contracting like steel springs, and he thrust into her, allowing her ‘pussy to flex and ripple and pleasure itself around him. Cummy girl-juice dripped from her lips, and she couldn’t stop climaxing. Especially when he sensed the lull in her response and began to punch her with his cock again, stirring up a fresh new bout of excitement in Debbie’s cooze.
“Yessssssss!!!” Debbie wailed, writhing beneath him. It was a tumultuous orgasm, more intense than any she had ever tickled from her pussy with fingers alone, and for the first time in her sixteen years she understood what climaxing was all about. She felt as if she were dying and then she felt that she would certainly live forever. Her brain was either starved of oxygen or drowning in ozone. She could smell his sweat and her own and she could smell the musky girl-dew leaking from her as well, and she smacked her lips like a guppy, signaling him to kiss her one more lime.
But he didn’t, “Goddddd-” He groaned from deep in his belly and then he jerked his rod out of her. Debbie screamed. Her twat felt indescribably empty without him and she lunged up, eager to recapture his dick if it was at all possible. it wasn’t. She looked down her stomach, saw the glowing ruby knob of his prong, shining in open air, and there was no way, she could suck him back up her channel. She groaned, sadly, before her lagging brain took cognizance of an obvious reality. She was still coming, even without his presence in her cunt.
Her belly undulated, her thighs squirmed and squeezed, and her pussy was tingly explosion of juices and cracking muscles.
He laid the underside of his cock on her tummy, his balls pressing against the swell of Debbie’s pubes, and she saw his bright red tip engorge, quiver, then begin to spurt out incredible, massive gouts of thick white cream. Each time a burst of the stuff splattered her breasts and belly she squirmed again, and her come just kept on happening, and so did his.
Semen. Baby-juice. That’s what he was spilling onto her body. Why wasn’t he squirting it up her pussy? God, did he care? Enough to worry about her? Oh, Jesus- Debbie raised her hands, waved them frantically in the air, and closed them upon the man when at last he sank onto her body. Her belly was wet and sticky from the cum he’d drenched her with, but he was hard and solid upon her and she used her arms and legs like pliers. She didn’t know if she ever wanted to let go.
Chapter Six
“I’m sorry,” he told her, carefully drying her sticky body with a hand towel.
“It never occurred to me that you might be a virgin.”
Debbie Sighed. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I mean, if I’m sorry or not.” He looked at her quizzically. She sat up. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but-” "I think I noticed. Oh, Christ, I don’t know what came over me. You’re just a kid. I raped you. Jesus.”
He looked genuinely sorry, and Debbie wondered why. Hadn’t he enjoyed himself?
Wasn’t that all a rapist cared about? Rapists on TV cop shows were either crazy or sick. If they were crazy, it was okay for Kojak or Karl Maiden to gun them down; if they were pathetically sick, then it was off to a psychiatric hospital at the end of the show. Which was he? “It just hit me,” he said, interrupting her reverie. “I hadn’t seen a woman in six years-not an available woman-and, Jesus, there you were, and my cock got hard as a rock and I just went crazy.”
“Six years? You’ve been up here for six years?”
He shook his head. “Christ, no! I’ve been here for three days. I’ve been in prison for the last six years. Until I broke out.”
Debbie gasped. “My God, you’re the escaped convict Lisa and Holly were talking about? I thought you were just some kind of joke… I mean, I never… ooohhhh… ” She slouched back. “And you’ve been hiding out up here?”
“Yeah.” He waved his hand in an arc, and Debbie followed the radius. For the first time she actually got a look at the cabin she’d entered at gunpoint.