Hank was watching her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was still contorted with the pain of that first vicious stab, her lips curled back from her teeth and incoherent pleading whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were out-stretched in desperation, palms pressing against his hips trying to hold back his blunt cock-head pressing against her womb like a relentless steel ram. Hank began to gloat as he held the helpless young girl in this lewd, humiliating position.
"What's the matter, never had it this deep, baby? Or maybe that pointed dog-cock went in a little easier." He laughed harshly and looked down again to see where his curly black pubic hair tangled with her soft blonde wisps. The base of his thick fleshy penis was buried deep inside the pink throbbing furrow that his tongue had licked to moist receptiveness only moments ago. He could see the tight quivering lips of her cunt stretched almost to the ripping point, the pink, rubbery outer rim clasping tightly around the great shaft of his cock.
Hank held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this proud little bitch impaled so helplessly under him with his massive penis buried deep in her white little belly. Yes, she would remember him for a long time, remember how he had made her scream and yell. He was going to give her a fuck she would remember as long as she lived.
The pathetically trapped girl squirmed nakedly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her vaginal muscles in an attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but the throbbing of her internal sinews only seemed to cause it to plow deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. Her cringing vaginal walls clasped around it like a rubber glove. She could feel its every fleshy ridge and pulsing vein on the cock as her nerve ends telegraphed its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
Lewd images began to form in her mind as the hard rubbery tip pulsated against her cervix. She became intensely conscious of his warm leathery balls hanging in the sensitive crevice of her buttocks. Oh, yes, yes, his penis was real, it was alive inside her and beating like a second heart. A strange excitement began to grow in her once more. It was all a part of her. She was one with it.
Despite the pain her tongue started once again to circle sensuously around her pouting lips. The consciousness of that great throbbing cock lodged deep in her soft white belly continued to dominate her young mind. To her shock and amazement the pain, the humiliation, the lewd thoughts, and the awareness of Hank's merciless entry all began to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more.
Panic flashed through her mind. My God! What was the matter with her? Was she already some kind of lost whore who would let herself become the willing plaything of a man like Hank Jones?
Her mind struggled valiantly, but her sensually aroused body deserted her.
She groaned in helpless defeat as she felt her vagina contract hungrily, involuntarily around the maddening lust-inciting shaft. It was almost as if she were an unconcerned bystander watching something happening to another person. She fought to control herself but it was no use, for her wetly heated vagina contracted again, harder this time.
Hank felt the throbbing pressure exerted against his buried penis. He had waited for it patiently, hovering motionless over the cute teenager's naked body until she became accustomed to the thick presence rammed so deeply in her hot little cunt. Now he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the fine line of pleasure-pain.
Hank waited a moment and then flexed again, watching her contorting face below, her mouth open, eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Oooooohhh!" She held her breath as the buried penis expanded more, stretching the narrow vaginal walls farther apart.
He flexed again and again, setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft mewing sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his taunting ministrations.
"Oh, God, ooooohhhhh God," she moaned helplessly.
He could feel her urgent answering throbs begin again around the buried head of his penis as her wetly clasping cunt-flesh began a soft opening and closing around his penis. He did not move but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the skewered young girl beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her groans of pleasure resounded through the room. Her head rolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow, and her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his thick impaling rod. Hank was forced to clench his teeth tightly together as he felt her hungrily nibbling cunt screwing itself up tighter against his hairy groin.
Patty's naked young body was coming to life now; the pain was receding and slowly giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled through her trembling cunt and out the hair-lined lips, dancing like St. Elmo's fire across her trembling thighs, and then shooting down the full length of her splayed legs to circle around her toes, making them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Pleasure worked its way up from her contracting belly through her rib-cage and out to the tips of her erect little nipples which were peaking into tiny hard buds now, sensitive even to the touch of the air in the room.
Patty could feel the last of her will-power slipping away from her to join her body in treacherous surrender. She was lost now. There was no way to fight this thing inside her, this rigid thing of living flesh that mated with her own awakening desires. Oh, yes, yes, why not, why not. Nothing mattered now, nothing existed, there was no world but the shattering reality of the overpowering waves of sensation rippling through her sexually ripening young body. It didn't matter now who the man was crouched leeringly between her straining thighs. All that mattered was the feeling, the glorious sensation, the presence of that hotly pulsating cock bringing a new life to her loins. It was good in her, far better than any pleasure she had ever experienced before in her life. She wanted it deeper.
The completely aroused girl rotated her hips desperately from side to side around the fleshy impaling member, her tightly stretched vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating, and its beat inside her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She and the man above her were one mass of fleshy sensation, merged together by their mutual lust. He had crawled into her. He was part of her! So be it!
Hank leered in triumph above her as he felt her pelvis begin hungrily screwing up the full length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling now at his lust-swollen cock-head. With each thrust he made into her, the dilated lips of her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his hot rod of flesh for several inches and then sliding slowly back up again to press her soft pussy curls against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of his hardness deep into her ecstatically rippling belly. Hank still remained immobile, resting above her with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed into the mattress. He let her eager young body wantonly pump up and down at will on his rigid piston that held them fused together.