"No, honey… don't cry," he kept saying to her, his voice quavering, "there's nothing to cry about… you want it, Davie… you know you want it… want to feel my cock inside you, the way Trish felt your old man's… it's a beautiful thing… beautiful to feel a warm, hard cock in you hot little pussy… oh, baby… I want to fuck you, baby… I want you, honey… got to have you…"
His eyes feasted on her naked, trembling breast flesh, and he raised a hand to the circular mounds, pinching one tiny coral nipple until it stood firm and erect. Then he repeated the process with the other. And then he swooped down like a sea gull and engulfed one breast gluttonously in his mouth, pulling the nipple and the aureole between his lips and sucking and nibbling voraciously on the sensitive flesh. Davie cried out in protest, but he paid no attention. Who would come to her rescue – her old man? Hah! He was fucking the shit out of somebody else at that moment!
Randy licked voraciously at the delectable flesh of Davie's breasts and nipples, his cock near to bursting with desire and demanding release. Davie's body's threshed wildly beneath him, and he sensed that her frenetic movements were not totally inspired by fear, that rather, it was his mouth and tongue on her naked tits that was causing her such agitation.
Faster and faster his mouth and tongue licked over the trembling young globes, setting them afire with his liquid firebrand. Then his hand dipped down to her dark, fleecy pubic mound, and his fingers crawled over her soft pussy hair and into her slick, virginal pussy slit. He almost went wild with delirium and expectation.
"Ooooooohhhh!" Davie cried fearfully as she felt his merciless touch on her secret pants. "Noooo, Randy… stop it… you've got to stop!"
"… can't… I can't stop now… it feels so great… oooohhh, God it feels good…"
He spread her legs rudely to give him greater access to her trembling cunt. Davie flailed her head insanely from side to side and tried to push him away with her small fists, but her efforts were useless. She stared up at the passion-contorted features of the sexy blond boy with terror in her eyes terror mixed with excitement. She was aroused more than she had ever been. But she was afraid, too. No, no, no! Please don't let this happen. I don't want it to happen, not like this! I don't want to be raped. I don't want you to hurt me. Ohhhhh, noooo! she screamed silently.
As though he had received her mute plea telepathically and was contemptuous of her request, Randy began tearing at his own clothes, unable to get them off fast enough. She heard a button fail to the floor as he clawed at his shirt. He swore under his breath as he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper, then almost lost his balance as he attempted to pull down his pants while he was kneeling between her legs, holding them with his powerful knees. If she hadn't been so frightened, she might have giggled at his clumsy, feverish attempt to undress while keeping her in her place beneath him. But where there's a will-of-the-aching-cock, there's a fucking way, and in a matter of moments, Randy, too, was bare-ass naked before her, his throbbing, rock-hard cock standing away from his muscular belly like a flag pole. Her eyes widened an disbelief. God, he did look like the model in the photograph! How did Trish know that?
Through fear-widened eyes, the lovely teenager watched the threatening instrument above her; the massive girth, the hard, blue-veined head, the wet droplets of seminal lubrication oozing from the tiny slit in the end. It was big, all right, though not as big as her fathers. She thanked God for that.
Suddenly, the frenzied blond youth moved down on top of her, forcing himself brutally between her slender legs, his hips falling heavily to wedge her tender young thighs far apart, securing her bouncing young buttocks to the mattress. The dark downy curls of her pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against his throbbing cockhead, inciting him to unintelligible babblings of frenzied lust, drowning her low moans of fear and protest. Randy placed his knees between her thighs to hold her open to him, grinding his pelvis hard into her defenseless crotch. Then he grabbed hold of his cock and worked it up teasingly up and down until he parted the moist lips of her cunt with his prick's swollen tip. He paused momentarily before the entrance of the snug, undefiled passage, panting heavily, droplets of sweat beading his body. Then…
He let out a loud groan, thrust his hips forward… and rammed into her like a Mack truck hitting a stack of cardboard boxes!
His long, sleek cock slid into her tight, vainly resisting little cunt with a roaring fury, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her vaginal walls in pressured waves before it, tearing her hymen like so much tissue paper.
"Aaaarrrrraannggghh!" Davie screamed. "Oh my Goooooddd!" Her naked passage felt as if his plunging weapon had ripped it into a thousand tiny shards and she would bleed like a stuck pig. Then his balls slapped harshly off her wet, furrowed buttocks, and he was filling her completely, mercilessly, with no thought of her pain. His shaft lay sunk deep in her belly, like a white-hot pole of living fire rammed deep in her, and there wasn't one tiny ridge of her cunt walls left untouched and unpaved by the boy's marauding penis.
He lay still for a moment then, his perspiring face next to her's, his hot breath fanning her ear like that of a satyr's. Then he raised his head and looked at her, lust contorting his handsome face. "How does that feel, honey? How does it feel to have my big, slippery cock deep inside your tight, sweet pussy?" he panted to her.
Davie hooked at him contemptuously. "How do you think it feels, you… you animal! It hurts! It's killing me!"
"No, baby. Don't say that. You don't mean that. You like it. You love it. You want it, don't you? Don't you!" And he flexed his rigid cock inside her and shoved it ever harder against her cervix.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh. Uuuuuunnnggghh!" she wailed again.
He began a slow, rocking motion between her thighs, seating her soft and sensitive flesh with waves of pain as his expanded prick widened the tight passage with each short, smooth stroke. Davie's legs jackknifed in a frantic effort to escape the barbaric impalement, but it only served to worsen her position. Pitiable screams of pain came tumbling from deep in the subjugated young girl's throat as his rock-hard shaft battered her yielding cunt flesh. He was driven onward by her hapless cries; nothing could have deterred him now – not even the appearance of her old man. His only thought was to deliver the load of semen that weighted his hairy balls, and she slammed the twin blocks of lust into her again and again in a desperate rush for orgasmic release. Faster and faster his pelvis slammed onto the sweating, defenseless loins of the naked young teenager, never letting up, never slackening his thrust to give her an opportunity to adjust to his rampaging cock. There was nothing for him now but cumming, cumming…
Davie's body was aching with pain, but her brain was awhirl with crazy, confusing thoughts; confetti in the wind. It's inside me, a man's thing… for the first time… and the pain… it hurts… it's so hot and hard in me… Trish said it hurt the first time, for awhile… he's raping me… a very sexy boy, but why is he doing it like this…? I thought it would kill me when he shoved it in… doesn't hurt as much now… so hot and hard inside me… a woman… does this make me a woman…? it hurts kind of good…
Then all at once, her body, as though floating off like a severed space capsule, began to respond involuntarily to the fierce hammerings from Randy Ferris' bludgeoning cock. She didn't think about it consciously, didn't understand or want to. She merely acted instinctively. Her whole being began to twist and writhe beneath him and she groaned incessantly. Her hot, hungry mouth sought Randy's and she moaned into the dark, warm grotto and stuck her tongue wildly inside. Faint mewls of submission issued from the back of her throat. Her face was wrung with passion her mouth toiled and her neck strained; her nostrils flared lewd flames of desire began to consume her. Something was driving her on now, something in her body that made her want to answer his thrusts with complementary motions of her own.