"It's giving," he said as her juices slowly began flowing. "I can feel her pussy loosen up."
"Goddamn tight," he muttered, moving his finger in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper into her. "But she's gettin' wet."
Ellen sobbed in shame and humiliation as she felt her body betraying her, the tight narrow virginal passageway slowly enlarging and wettening under the maddening probing of his burrowing finger. She felt a strange sad regret when the pain gradually decreased, knowing that the end of the pain also meant the final end of her cherished virginity. The probing finger was only slipping now through the shattered remains, sweeping away the last faint obstacles to her final ravishment by these unspeakably low criminals. She tried to scream, but it came out a soft pitiful whimper that she doubted they had even heard. A fatalistic sense of acceptance swept over her. She couldn't protest any longer – she just couldn't, her body lay defeated by utter confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her sister, but her former shock had turned to near envy… Jennifer at least had enjoyed it. If only she had given herself to Bob. Now in the face of this terrible rape, her objections to his few gentle advances seemed prudish and silly. Little had she known what true immorality meant. Then gradually she ceased to think at all. Her virginity, her disapproval of her sister, all that was swept away by the vile fondling of her secret genitals.
She gasped as his finger suddenly slipped out with a wet sucking sound and she felt him adjusting himself behind her, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskin of his erectly throbbing penis back from the jerking head while he advanced against the proud young girl who now lay totally at his mercy. Then there was the feeling of the hugeness of his fleshy hardness laying the full length of her openly quivering slit. The jerking head of his lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips away from it, her helpless vagina still seeking escape from its hard, blood-filled tip. She cringed down against the truck floor, her eyes wide in horrified panic, when he guided it down the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised, pulsating and ready, up between the moisture-covered flanges of her vagina.
"Hold her steady now, I'm gonna fuck her," he commanded at Cash who had practically fallen over the front seat in obscene curiosity. Vito had recovered from the attack of the moment before, and a small trickle of saliva gleamed from his open panting mouth. "Here goes one big cock into one tight little cunt."
Ellen felt the lips around her defenselessly throbbing young vagina pressured open. The elastic rimmed tightness clenched futilely together and resisted the hard cruel pressure, and a long low groan emitted from deep in her throat at the harsh pain.
"Noooo! Nooooooo!"
He shoved again – a deeper groan – and the tight little cuntal hole resisted for another moment, then gave way before the massively erect flesh boring steadily into it. Ellen's legs jerked out wide on either side of his body, splaying out against the sides of the truck, kicking futilely in the air.
"Oooooooh God!" she screamed, her lewdly impaled form pinned helplessly below the man. The shock against her body had brought her quickly back to full consciousness, and she squirmed and tossed her helplessly held buttocks around like a woman possessed, but Vito's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to his thighs.
"Sheeeeeeee-iiiiit," Billy moaned in a guttural voice above her, shoving his hips slightly forward again. And suddenly he could stand it no more. He pushed forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way up into her tight, virginal little pussy to the hilt! Ellen felt as though her body were being torn down the middle and that she would be skewered all the way up to her breasts by this giant pole of hardened male flesh embedded deep in her vagina. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its huge blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, the huge head burrowing deeper and deeper into her tautly cringing belly. Billy's face was contorted with the effort of that first vicious stab, and his lips curled back from his teeth, as he felt his balls slap tightly down against her piteously jerking clitoris that screwed itself deep down against the floor, futilely attempting to escape the cruel impalement.
Ellen squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her groin muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her straining sinews seemed to incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting cunt. The walls of her still tightly resisting vaginal passage clasped hotly around it like a warm, butter-filled fist. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
"Ooooooooooh!" she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the smooth wet walls ever further.
He flexed again and she went limp, feeling him slowly withdraw, pause a moment, and then plunge in again, setting up a slow rhythmic movement. She could feel his hips rotating from side to back against her softly swaying buttocks, forcefully stretching her vagina wider with the rhythmic beating. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She knew she must accept this horrible rape without resistance now as it was too late and she lay motionless beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly closed, her sounds becoming nothing but incoherent mumblings against the brutal assault.
She whimpered only slightly when his hands slid under her stomach, fanning out over the flatness of her belly and pulling her unresisting buttocks up tighter against his revolving thrusts, thin rivulets of sweat rolling down his hairy belly wetting the small of her back between them.
"Fuck her, fuck her harder," Vito chanted in time to the hard rhythmic thrusts, hardly able to contain his glee while he watched the girl's helplessly flattening ass-cheeks sliding down the length of Billy's rock hard instrument. He could see the rigid cock's slow withdrawal between them, pulling the thin soft ridges of her pink, wetly glistening cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the floor – and the entry – pushing the soft folds back into her and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole, back into the salaciously ravished opening. Only his fear of Billy's vicious temper kept him from attempting to get on her himself. What he wouldn't give, he gloated to himself, to hold the snotty little bitch pinned in that lewd helpless position, squirming like a fly on his aching cock buried deep in her belly. Spoiled, proud, innocent! She was everything he wanted to humiliate and subjugate to his perverted will. He had his rights too, and he was going to get his turn at her proud little pussy when they got to the warehouse, no matter what Billy had said.
Ellen's mind sank into a dim haze of consciousness as she felt the man behind her shift and his brutal strokes sinking into her deeper and harder, the giant head sliding up and down her warm viscous passage slamming hard against her cervix and his soft balls slapping hotly against the widespread slit of her pussy below. Warm rushes of air raced between her thighs as he plunged in again even more brutally, building into a wild crescendo of fucking as though he meant to tear her to shreds. She sensed instinctively that he was going to cum, and her soft whimpers broke into a torrent of wild helpless sobbing at the thought of his lewd sperm spilling deep into her belly. Oh God, he was going to cum in her and fill her with his hot sticky lust, maybe even make her pregnant, she thought, trembling in horror before the imminent, final shame of his ejaculation into her defenseless belly.