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Amy's Rape, Part One
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/
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Copyright 1990 All rights reserved
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This is a fantasy about rape through threat and intimidation.
If that's not your style don't read it.
This is the story of a large, powerfully built black rapist who
stalks a pretty blonde teen and appears suddenly in her shower
one day.
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Part One
The girl caught his eye and he turned to regard her.
Beautiful, without question, but there were many beautiful girls
and women. Something was special about this one, however, something
charming innocent.
Her hair was long and lush, a thick and soft main that framed
a pretty, elfin face with large blue eyes and a pert little chin.
Her lips were full and sensuous though her mouth was small, and he
imagined them wrapped around his cock.
He followed the girl's movements down the street, then turned
and followed her, admiring the perfection of her round little ass.
She wore jeans and a pretty blue peasant girl top, which revealed
her smooth round shoulders.
She was well built, her breasts, braless, pushed out firm and
round against the fabric of her top. Her age...perhaps
fifteen...sixteen. She showed the adolescent coy delight at her
newfound womanly charms. Her laughter drifted back to him as he
followed her and another girl down the mall.
He eased back as they left, following them down the quiet
streets that surrounded the mall. The other girl parted, both
waving, and the blonde continued alone. He followed, turning twice,
then watching as she walked up the drive of a two story house and
went up to the door.
He checked his watch, then stared as she unlocked the door and
went inside. There were no cars in the driveway. From the time,
three thirty, there was likely to be nobody home. Still, he was
careful, always.
He turned away, going back to the mall. He picked up his van
and drove back, parking just down the street from her house. He
took out a clipboard and made notes, then waited.
An hour later a teenage boy arrived, slightly older than the
blonde girl. He noted it. An hour later two more teenage boys,
followed closely by a man, and a woman arrived. He noted the times
and then drove off.
The next day he was back at five in the morning. He studied
the house, watching the windows through binoculars. He watched the
man and woman and boys leave. The girl remained. He watched for
several hours, then saw the girl come out.
He drove away, but was back the next three days, studying the
situation. The times varied only slightly. He snuck into the
backyard the third night, checking out the windows and door. He
left, satisfied. Tomorrow, he thought.
Amy woke slowly, blinking her eyes against the bright sunlight
streaming through the lacy curtains over her bedroom windows. She
yawned and rolled over, trying to bury her face in the thick
pillow. She dozed lightly for a time, but soon woke again.
She curled up under the covers, delightfully comfortable, the
soft silk nightshirt she wore caressing her ivory skin. She rolled
over onto her back and brought her hands up behind her head,
looking up at the ceiling.
Her thick blonde hair fanned out below her on the pillow,
making a pleasant contrast to the deep black silk of her nightshirt
and the paler blue of the pillowcase. Her eyes, wide and bright
blue, shifted to the window and took in the sunshine outside.
She sat up, yawning again, throwing back the covers and
swinging her legs out over the side of the bed, then stood up and
made her way to the door.
Naked, but for the button-up nightshirt, she walked down the
hall to the stairs, then skipped down them to the living room and
went through into the kitchen.
She was alone in the house. It was mid-morning and everyone
was at work but her. The teenager didn't miss them. She was glad of
the peace and relaxation summer vacation provided, and glad too
that she wasn't forced to get a summer job or something as her
brothers had.
She ran a hand through her thick, fluffy mane of hair, then
opened the fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring a large cup. She
ran through the things she was going to do today. Her schedule was
pretty uncertain, which was the way she liked it. It left
opportunities for new fun to present itself.
She took the cup upstairs to the bathroom, sipping as she
climbed the stairs. Her movements were smooth and graceful, her
willowy body moving easily, all awkwardness of youth gone now as
she approached womanhood.
She set the cup down and closed the door behind her as she
unbuttoned her nightshirt and slipped it over her shoulders. She
hung it on a hook and glanced at herself in a mirror. She studied
her body for a moment, vanity overcoming reserve and discomfort.
Amy hadn't been really comfortable with her body since she'd
reached puberty, and it had begun to change in so many ways. Her
breasts had embarrassed her the most, as had the hair that grew
between her legs.
She'd gotten used to them by now, though. She even thought her
body rather beautiful, though she still blushed frightfully
whenever anyone, particularly a boy, told her so.
She was of medium height, for which she was grateful. She knew
how unhappy her friends, those who were particularly short, or
particularly tall, felt. Being of average height was just about
perfect, she thought.
Her body was slender but not thin, her breasts high on her
chest, round and firm, not sagging the slightest bit despite their
size. She'd developed early, which was one of the reasons her
breasts had embarrassed her. She'd been a thirty six C at twelve,
which, combined with her shortness and slight frame, made her like
more than a little top heavy.
Now with her increased height and size her breasts looked just
a little bigger than what would be perfect. They didn't bring
stares from the men like some of her busty friends got, and didn't
draw snotty remarks from people. In fact, they looked perfectly
average except when she was naked. Only then would someone notice
that they were somewhat large for her thin chest.
Of course nobody ever saw her naked. The girls at school had
her first year in High school, during Gym class, but gym wasn't
mandatory after freshman year and she'd dropped it.
Some guys had fondled her breasts, and her equally round and
firm buttocks, but only in passing for the most part, and usually
in the darkness of a parked car. She'd never gone all the way, for
the idea of laying naked with a guy, and him being naked too, was
just too mortifying to consider seriously.
Bad enough, she thought, at the beach, when the guys stared at
her in her bikini. To actually be naked, her skin pressed against
a naked guy, his hands on her, his groin pressed into hers... The
idea was exciting in a way, but she was simply too embarrassed at
it to allow the boys their wishes with her.
She raised one straight leg and put her foot on the edge of
the counter as she ran her hands up and down it. She seldom needed
to shave her legs. Hair grew sparsely, and of such a light golden
color it was hardly noticeable. Even her pussy hair was just a
little bit of fluff along her cleft.
She raised her arms, putting her hands behind her head. No,
there was no hair in her armpits either. But then, there never had
been. She noticed in passing how her breasts stood out even more
proudly in this position, and felt a slight thrill at the thought
of someone seeing her like this.
Then she dropped her arms and slid the door of the shower
stall over. She reached in and turned on the water, which gushed
out of the overhead nozzle. She adjusted it to the right
temperature, nice and hot and steamy, then stepped in and closed
the door behind her.
She let the water pour down over her, thinking about what to
do today, who to call on the phone, which of her girlfriends to
hang around with. She thought she'd give Jenny a call after her
shower and go down to the mall for a little while, maybe scope out
some guys.
She reached for the shampoo, which was sitting on a nearby
shelf, then stepped out of the water and poured a bit into her hand
and rubbed it into her hair. She soaped up her head thoroughly, her
eyes closed as a thick layer of foamy soap rose on her head.
She stepped forward into the stream of water and let it pour
down over her, feeling the soap dissolving and running down her
body. She ran her fingers through her hair, sliding them through
the thick wet tresses to work the soap out, then shoved her hair
back and stepped back out of the water.
She backed into something warm and wet and soft and gave a
startled shriek, spinning around and stumbling back into the wall
below the shower as she tore her eyes open. She stared in shock and
horror a the large muscular naked man that stood there grinning at
her, his back against the shower door.
"Wh... wh... who are you!?" she cried. "What do you want? How
did you get here?"
Her hands frantically tried to cover her nakedness, her right
arm crossing her breasts and her left hand cupping her pussy mound.
The man, a bald black man, didn't answer, grinning still.
"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice high and shrill
and frightened.
Terror made her body tremble as she stared at the man. His
body, wet from the shower, glistened, his muscles thick and
rippling. His head was bald but shaved that way, she thought, and
between his thickly muscled thighs was a black bush of pubic hair
and a penis, thick and black and half erect.
She stared at him, appalled, her eyes flicking from his
arrogant smile to his groin, then back again. She glanced past him
at the door, ruling as hopeless any thought of getting past him.
"What do you want?" she asked again, her chin trembling as she
fought to hold back a sob. She was horribly embarrassed at her
nudity, and the way his eyes took it in. He hadn't said a word,
hadn't moved towards her. She knew what he wanted, though, holding
onto a slim, a very slim hope that she was wrong.
"I'll scream!" she cried.
"Nobody will hear it," he said, smiling. His voice was deep
and rich.
"What do you want?" she asked again.
"To fuck you."
The words sent a jolt of fear through her.
His eyes studied her there, a quirky smile on his face as she
continued to try and cover the lushness of her naked body.
At last he stepped forward. Amy backed into the corner of the
shower stall, whimpering, a sob escaping her lips. The man was too
powerfully built to even consider fighting. She, who had never
fought anyone, who considered both exercise and violence to be
ludicrous concepts, was in no position to refuse this man anything
he desired, and, she was sure, what he desired was her.
His hands gripped her wrists and lifted them effortlessly away
from her body, raising them in the air and pinning them back
against the wall behind her. He stared down at her, grinning still.
Amy's eyes bulged as she stared up in terror.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please. Please don't!"
Then he pulled her wrists together, holding them in one large
black hand. The other hand slid down under her chin, caressing her
throat. He closed his hand, easily encompassing her narrow throat
with his large, sausage-like fingers. He didn't squeeze much, just
a bit, then his hand slipped away.
It was a threat, and she knew it. She trembled at the idea of
what he could do to her. Her mind replayed all the gruesome horror
stories she'd heard, of the things insane men did to pretty girls.
Rape was far from the worst thing that could happen to her, she
realized then.
His big hand slid down her chest, then stroked the flesh of
her breasts. He cupped her left breast, lifting it gently, as
though weighing it. His fingers slid up onto the nipple and stroked
it lightly.
"Nice. Nice tits," he sighed. "Nice everything."
"Oh God," she sobbed.
He bent and his mouth came down on her breast, his lips around
her nipple. He sucked softly, like a baby suckling at its mother's
breast. His tongue flickered against her nipple as he took it into
his mouth, and his teeth closed around it, gnawing ever so
slightly.
He pulled his lips away, then licked a trail across to her
other breast. His tongue was large and pink and soft. He lapped
upwards against her other nipple, then closed his lips over it and
sucked. She said nothing, did nothing, frozen in fear and
helplessness and humiliation.
His tongue curled around her nipple and slid upwards onto her
chin, then over her jaw and against her lips, which she closed
tightly. He cupped her breast again, his fingers squeezing harder,
then his hand went around behind her and he pulled her chest
forward, even as he held her hands pinned together against the
wall.
Her chest arched out, her breasts round and hard as her skin
tightened against them. He bent again and ran his tongue over her
nipples, slurping and sucking on the glistening wet little buds. He
kissed them and sucked on them, long minutes passing as his tongue
and lips and teeth worked them over.
Her nipples hardened, though not with excitement. Still, he
seemed satisfied and stood back, releasing her hands. She
immediately tried to cover herself again. He shook his head,
grabbing her wrists and pulling them away, a stern look on his
face.
Stand straight and don't try and hide that nice body of yours,
honey. You know I'm gonna get what I want."
Reluctantly, fearfully, she let her arms drop to her side,
though she stopped as if to hide her figure. He lifted the soft
wash sponge, the one with the soap inside it, and squeezed it. Soap
oozed out.
He pressed the sponge against her chest and began to rub it up
and down over her breasts, down her belly and up between her legs.
His hand gripped her upper arm and he turned her, then scrubbed the
soapy sponge over her back and down over her buttocks.
He turned her around again so she faced him. She stared in
helpless fear as he handed her the sponge. She hesitated then
raised her hand and took it, making sure not to touch his hand. She
stared at the sponge, then at him, then at the sponge again. He
stepped forward a little and she backed against the wall once more.
His big hand gripped her wrist and raised it, pressing the
sponge against his thick, muscular chest. he rubbed it up and down
a couple of times then took his hand away. Amy continued to rub the
sponge against him, quivering with tension as she soaped up his
chest and upper belly.
His hand pushed the sponge downward, and reluctantly she slid
it over his lower belly, then up and down his thighs. Again he took
her hand and pressed the soapy sponge into his crotch, against his
genitals. She clenched her teeth in embarrassment as she sponged up
his cock, making sure again that only the sponge touched him.
He took the sponge from her hand and she backed up again,
looking at him in fear. He followed her into the corner, his eyes
steady as he looked down at her. His hands came down and he cupped
her breasts, then stroked the slippery, soapy surface, his fingers
gliding across.
"Real nice," he sighed.
His hands went around her then and he jerked her forward
against him. She squealed as her naked flesh was pressed against
his. Her breasts mashed against his hard, muscular chest, her
thighs and legs and belly pressed into his. She squirmed
frantically to pull back but his hands held her tightly.
Horrified, she could do nothing but moan and whimper as his
hands stroked her back and buttocks. His left hand slid down onto
her ass, covering it, squeezing and kneading the soft, soapy
buttocks. His right hand went behind her head, his fingers pressing
into her skull, turning her head upwards.
His lips pressed against hers with firm pressure. She tried to
pull her head away, tried to turn it, but couldn't. She moaned
weakly as his lips slid over hers. She kept her lips tightly
closed, her teeth clenched.
Her mind was spinning with terror and shock as she felt his
hardness pressing into her. His erection was hard also, and had
become crushed between her belly and his. With appalled shock, she
sensed just how long and thick and hard the male organ was.
He pulled his lips from hers briefly, a frown on his face. He
opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out at her, nodding. She
looked back in fear, not responding. He frowned harder, opening his
mouth and nodding. Frightened, she opened her mouth, just a little.
He smiled and she hesitantly smiled as well. Then his lips
came down against hers and his tongue slid into her mouth. She
whimpered, the sound muffled by his lips. He slid his tongue all
over the inside of her mouth, then over her tongue, caressing it.
His fingers were kneading her buttocks and his chest ground
against her flattened breasts. He pressed her into the corner, then
let go of her head as he pulled his lips free. His hand went down
to his groin and he folded his thick fingers around his prong, then
pressed it down.
He kneed her thighs apart and pressed his groin forward, his
frighteningly long cock sliding between her thighs, the shaft
pressing up against her pubic mound. His hand, the one under her
ass, gripped the tip of his cock and he sort of humped against her,
sawing his cock back and forth between her thighs, pressing it up
against her cunt slit.
Amy was breathing so hard and fast she was getting light
headed. She trembled in horror and mortification as she felt his
male organ pressing against her pussy mound. He pressed it up
harder, forcing it up into her soft, pulpy cunt mound, mashing it
up into her slit, sawing it against the delicate pink flesh within.
"Please don't," she sobbed.
But he ignored her. His heavy, soapy body pressed into hers,
slippery and warm. He gripped her left thigh and raised it off the
floor, pulling it high. He pulled his hips back and brought his
cock out from between her thighs, then, keeping her leg open with
his, he pressed his thick, soapy cockhead against her cunt slit and
rubbed it back and forth.
Amy felt the pressure mounting as he cockhead pressed against
her vaginal entrance. She felt her pussy lips spreading as the
invader forced its way up between them. She sobbed again, then
caught her breath, staring up at him as he forced the thick organ
into her pussy tunnel.
"Noo," she whimpered. "Noooooooo."
He ignored her and his cock, hard and thick, moved into her.
She gasped in pain as her tight, virgin hole was forced to spread.
His cock pumped lightly against her snatch, using short strokes,
each forcing it a little bit deeper.
She cried out, her back arching, her body trying to jerk away
from him as his cock pressed into her hymen. She squirmed and
thrashed frantically, then gave a cry of pain and sorrow as she
felt her cherry snap and his cock slid up into the previously
hidden depths of her vagina.
He gripped her thigh again, forcing it up and back, his hand
caressing the soft skin as he drove his cock deep into her belly.
Her eyes bugged out and she jerked helplessly, her mind shaking and
spinning, her body helpless against him.
She sobbed quietly as she felt his cockhead mashing into the
very end of her pussy, felt her pussy lips clinging tightly to his
shaft. She was impaled on his long, thick male organ, and clung to
him, her arms gripping his shoulders to keep from falling.
"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh," she moaned.
He bent and crushed his lips against hers again, his tongue
sliding into her mouth with intimate freedom. He ground his hips
against her, his hard, muscular thighs bruising hers, his big hard
organ twisting and turning inside her belly.
"Tight," he groaned. "Tight, hot pussy."
His hand gripped her head again as he chewed hungrily at her
mouth. His lips roved across her face, less gentle now. His lips
kissed voraciously, his tongue slid and rasped against her soft
flesh, and he bit down lightly, fast little nips to her ears and
cheek and throat.
She gave a startled cry as he drew his long, sword of a cock
back, shocked by the sensation as it slid backwards over her pussy
lips. Then he pushed forward and his big tool slid back up into her
belly again, drawing a moan of protest.
With just one foot on the floor she had to continued clutching
his shoulders to keep from falling. His hard soapy body rubbed up
and down against hers as he began to slide his cock in and out of
her newly opened pussy tunnel.
She closed her eyes and shuddered as his movements became
steady, his hard black flesh scraping against her pubic lips as he
pumped his organ up and down inside her body. She was being fucked,
she realized. She was no longer a virgin, and she was being fucked.
The frantic beating of her heart slowed somewhat with the
realization. What was left to fear now? It had been done, was being
done. She wasn't in much pain any more and most likely, from what
she'd heard, he would soon be spent and would go.
She felt a small kernel of anger at him now that the terror
had eased. She did not, could not, resist though, for that might
anger him. Angering him was far from what she desired just then.
She was certain, somehow, that he was capable of great violence,
and did not want that violence directed against her frail, naked
flesh.
She followed the movements of his organ inside her, unnerved
at how clearly her body communicated every sensation as his
hardness moved up and down in her soft pink tunnel. It was strange
to feel something actually moving inside her body.
Her pussy lips, she noted, were moving up and down with the
motion of his organ, now being pulled out, now being pushed in.
They clung tightly to his hard shaft as it pumped up and down.
Of course she noted this just in passing, most of her
concentration on his face, staring up at him as if this would
provide her warning of his intentions. Surely he wouldn't hurt her
now? She hadn't fought, hadn't resisted. He had what he wanted and
would soon go.
Both his hands went down to her buttocks then, squeezing them
hard as he jerked her up against him. His cock moved faster inside
her, and his hips struck her thighs with bruising force, jarring
her body. His cock was slicing back and forth inside her furiously.
He bit down on the side of her neck as he hammered his loins
into her. Amy's face was pressed into his shoulder and she clung to
him even tighter as his motions made her body jerk back and forth
on the single leg.
Not that she could fall, she thought, not with the way he was
holding her. Surely he would catch her. He was practically lifting
her off the floor as it was.
Then she heard a gurgle of excitement from him and he jammed
her down hard, his cock punching against her cervix with enough
force to make her cry out. He held her against him, shaking
slightly, and Amy knew his sperm was gushing up into her cunt.
The knowledge filled her with horror and nausea, but more than
that with relief, for now that he had had his orgasm he would
surely leave. Wouldn't he?
Her fears rose again, wondering if he would now kill her, as
men sometimes did to cover their rapes.
He held her against him and she thought she felt his penis
softening inside her belly. Then he pulled back, letting her leg
down. His cock slipped from between her pussy lips, which closed
again. He pushed her back, sighing in pleasure. Amy backed into the
corner, one hand moving down onto her pussy and squeezing it a
little to ease the soreness.
He grinned at her. He moved under the water and let it pour
down over him, washing away the soap. She glanced at his organ and
saw it was only partially soft yet. She wondered at how he had
possibly gotten such a large thing inside her without killing her.
He clenched his hands into fists and raised his arms above his
head suddenly, letting out a howl that made Amy squeak in shock and
fear. He arched his back, howling up at the roof, the muscles
standing out all over his shining black skin. Then he turned and
his eyes gleamed as they fell on her.
He reached for her and gripped her arm, then jerked her
forward and shoved down, unbalancing her, forcing her down onto her
knees. He gripped her head then and tilted it up as he stepped
before her. She stared up at him, intensely aware of his half hard
cock inches from her face.
Oh God, she thought with horror. He wants me to suck his cock!
"Suck this, baby. Suck my black cock. All you white whores get
off on black meat. I bet you jerked off a hundred times dreaming of
a big black prick up your snatch."
"No! I never."
"Suck it!"
He pressed it against her lips and she scrunched up her face
in disgust. His hand jerked her head and he pressed it against her
lips again. Tentatively, she opened them, just a bit. He pushed his
cockhead forward and her lips opened just a bit more.
She almost threw up, but was terrified of what he might do to
he if she did. His cockhead slipped past her lips and his shaft
followed. She'd never sucked a cock before but knew roughly how it
was done from talking with her girlfriends.
She sucked on his cock as he moved it in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue tried to hide for awhile, even though she knew she was
supposed to make use of it. Finally she moved it against his cock
as he pumped it in and out.
Frighteningly fast, his cock grew hard between her lips, hard
and long and thick. Her mouth was wide as her lips encompassed it's
massive girth and her jaw soon ached as he continued to pump it in
and out of her mouth.
He held her head firmly in place as he humped into her. Her
hands were flat against his hips, as though to hold him back, but
she applied no force. She was revolted by the movements of his cock
inside her mouth, feeling more degraded then she ever had in her
life.
Still she sucked on it, knowing that she must do as he
desired, not wanting to anger the large, powerfully built man.
Several times his cockhead pushed back so far she choked and came
close to throwing up, and she had to desperately control herself.
Then his hand forced her head far back and he suddenly thrust
forward. Her mind screamed in shocked horror as his cockhead forced
its way right into her throat and slid down her gullet. She slapped
despairingly at his belly and hips, trying to push herself free.
His cock slid all the way down her throat through, and his
balls were soon resting on her chin as he held her head in both
hands and pumped slowly up and down. Her throat felt swollen and
bloated and she fought to keep from choking or throwing up or both.
She couldn't breath, not even the slightest bit. Her throat
was totally blocked by the thickness of his meaty fuck stick. Her
throat ached, from the inside, all the way down to her upper chest
and she could feel his prick rasping against the walls of the thin
tube as it moved up and down inside.
She became faint, both from shock and lack of oxygen. She
stared up at him, her eyes held by his as he grinned down at her
with smug satisfaction. She could not move herself even an inch
away, could not pull her throat off his cock spike, could not
resist his steady pumping motions.
Her hands flapped with less energy, then slowly fell to her
sides as she knelt there on the tiled floor. Her back was arched
painfully, but she ignored that completely, and started to even
ignore the cock in her throat. Her chest burned, and her eyes
fluttered as her vision blurred.
She started to sag down, but was held up by his hands, which
were still tightly gripping her head.
Then he slid his cock back up and out of her throat, popping
it out into her mouth, then removing it entirely. Amy shuddered,
sucking in deep long breaths of air, her chest heaving as she felt
the dizziness fading from her mind.
He lowered himself to his knees in front of her, then hugged
her against him, his face nuzzling against the side of her throat.
She panted for breath, kneeling weakly, the strength of his arms
keeping her from sinking to the floor.
He pulled back, smiling as he turned her around. She didn't
understand but obeyed, having little choice. He turned her back to
him and pushed forward on her shoulders, bending her. She dropped
weakly onto her hands, groaning and coughing a little.
"This is the way all you bitches need it," he whispered. "On
all fours with your ass sticking in the air. You snotty whores
wouldn't be so snotty then, would you."
She felt his big hand cupping her pussy mound, then felt the
round hardness of his cock against her slit. She closed her eyes
and shuddered, resigning herself to what he was going to do. He
spread her legs a little more and then slid his cock into her
pussy.
It was easier this time, both because of her position and the
fact that she was no longer a virgin. He buried it inside her snug
belly and ground his hips against her buttocks. His hands stroked
her back, sliding along her sides and over her shoulder blades.
They slid up onto her shoulders, folding tight as he pumped
steadily in her pussy. Amy was stunned as her mind took in her
situation. She was being fucked like a dog, what the guys called
doggie style. She was on all fours, naked, being... being ridden by
this tall black skinned stranger.
His cock pumped smoothly inside her, the sensation shocking in
both its novelty and naturalness. There was no real pain. In fact,
the movements of his organ inside her felt, well, they didn't feel
bad, anyway, she thought, refusing to even think to herself that it
might feel good.
Her cunt lips were as tight and strained in this position as
the last, and she wondered if all cocks were so thick. She didn't
think so.
She sagged a little and his hands slid under her and suddenly
jerked up on her hips, forcing her ass higher. She steadied
herself, keeping her ass high as he pumped his cock in and out of
her slit.
God! The picture this must present! How horrible and
disgusting and filthy it was! How long would this go on? What had
it been now, hours?
Rationally, she thought it had only been some minutes, perhaps
twenty or so. She felt another wave of anger at him for forcing
himself on her, for using her like she was some kind of sex slave
to him. She wanted to scream at him, to demand he explain why he
thought he could do this. How dare he!
He continued to pump into her, his cock straining the walls of
her pussy tunnel as he ran it in and out. His hips were slapping
against her wet, still soapy buttocks as his hands roamed over her
body. She was aware of her breasts swinging back and forth beneath
her like udders just before his hands slid under her ribs and
cupped them.
His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her hanging breasts,
twisting it slowly, mashing upwards so the malleable meat oozed out
between his fingers. He rolled her melons up and down in his hands
and pinched her breasts, all the while continuing the steady
pumping motions that sent his cock up and down inside her belly.
His hips smashed into her buttocks with steady rhythm,
knocking her forward on her hands. She jerked back and forth under
the blows, her head low as she stared down at the floor.
She tried to let her mind drift, and chanted a silent mantra
as though to distract herself. She tried to distance her mind from
what was going on. Now that her fear had ebbed this worked to a
point. Her body, however, could not ignore the fingers kneading and
stroking it any more than it could the steady pumping motions of
the male organ sliding back and forth in her cunt chamber.
However, since her fear had eased her muscles had loosened up
somewhat, including those in her groin. There was no pain there
now. In fact, the friction of his cock flesh against her pussy skin
and across her cunt lips, was rather pleasant...
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Please be advised that any fan mail might prompt further
postings. :) - Dark Dreamer
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