Ron Taylor - Raped cousin

She lifted her bottom, and his finger slipped out of her cunt. Debbie was so excited her teeth were chattering. “Higher,” he said, and she raised her ass even more. Something touched her pussy, something big and hot and hard, and she looked into the gap between them to see what it might be.

“Oh, God,” she said with a gasp. He was tickling her cunt with the end of his pecker, sloshing about in the leaky juices that coated her lips and beaver, and each time he stroked her it was like… it was almost like the battery-powered caress Holly had given her with the vibrator a few hours ago, she realized with a shudder of distaste. But no! This tool throbbed and pulsated, just like that vibrator, but it wasn’t cold plastic-it was red-hot flesh, touching her own red-hot flesh, and she wanted it, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her sixteen years. “Yes,” she moaned, “do it! Put it in me! Oh, Jesus, fuck me again!”

“Easy does it,” the man said, and’ he pushed the tip of his dong into the widespread mouth of Debbie’s box. She felt her lips strain at his bulk, but it was a complaisant kind of straining. Her pussy wanted him just as much as her heart and brain wanted him, and she was flowing like a river of girl-cum inside, wet and ready to receive his meat.

“Here… we… go… ” and he thrust upward, into Debbie. She yelped like a puppy whose tail has just been stepped on, for the initial stab was painful, reminding her unpleasantly of the moment he’d first flicked ~into her, bursting her fragile cherry. She recoiled involuntarily, lifting her ass again, but he was holding her by the waist and buttock, and he ‘moved upward too, pushing the dick to her. Debbie sighed as he sank deeper into her sex, and the momentary flash of remembered pain vanished like the bad dream it was. He pressed up her tight channel, the walls expanded to give him room, and she came down slowly, sinking upon him till her snatch was totally full of the man’s prick and his balls were hard and swollen just beneath the slit of her cooze. She pressed a little harder, loving the way his balls felt under her cunny, and she kissed him viciously, biting his mouth and tongue. “My God, my God,” she kept saying between nips and kisses.

“Take it easy,” he counseled,, running his hands across the swell of her ass.

She lay full length atop him, legs flaking his, pussy full of his rod, and her fits throbbed where they touched his chest. He rubbed her butt, tickling the crack, even playing naughtily with one finger on the pucker of, her asshole, but it didn’t seem too awfully naughty, especially when the tip of his finger caught her sphincter muscle by surprise and poked inside for a moment’s deep probing that caused her eyes to bulge.

“Oh, wow,” she said, spit bubbling on her lips.

“Sit up,” he told her. “Sit up straight. Straddle me while I fuck you. And, if you want, you can control everything. You can take just as much of me inside as you can handle. Right! Just bounce for me, exactly that way. Jesus, you’re learning fast! Up and down. Mmmmmm, did anyone ever tell you that you have a lot of natural rhythm? Who taught you that nasty swing, kid? Let me… lean forward just a’ little, huh? I’ve been dreaming about fits for six years..

His hands were already busy on her boobs, but when she leaned toward him as directed, he began to pull at the cups of her bra, finally tugging them up, over the swell of Debbie’s tits. His fingers dosed immediately upon the ends of her boobs and he pinched her nipples until tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t stop fucking him.

He was right. With Debbie on top, she was in control. She could lift high, almost unsheathing his pecker, then sink down as far as she wished. He filled her snatch to overflowing when he was completely ‘inserted, and she didn’t have to make a warm wet home for all his dick unless she wanted to. God, she wanted to! Each time she lifted, she came down hard and fast, swallowing his tool in her sex-mad quim, and if she could have gotten his balls inside, she’d have taken them too. As she rocked up and down she found herself twitching and wiggling and swaying to the side, to front and rear, adding a whole new variety of excitement to the act.

Sometimes as she moved, the barrel of his cock bumped her cit, and when that happened, lightning bolts of excitation exploded inside Debbie. ‘Her head got dizzy and her eyes kept misting over, and the more she fucked on him, the wetter her twat became. She was totally full of him, gorged like a Thanksgiving diner, but gorged on something a lot more fun than turkey or pumpkin pie.

Oh, she knew that it was all crazy-that he was a ‘man starved for sex, ready, to fuck whatever came along, that she’d simply happened to be that particular whatever. He was a criminal, a murderer, he’d threatened her with. a gun, ravished her. To him she was just-what had he called it? “A slice.” Yes. She was only a slice for him to tear off. But it didn’t really matter. For the first time in her life, Debbie Marshall was actually relating to someone.’ She had reached across the gap that had always separated her from the rest of the world. For one magical hour she wouldn’t be ugly and awkward and scorned.

Farrah Fawcett-Majors couldn’t be a bit more loved and beautiful and fulfilled than Debbie Marshall felt right now, slamming ‘her, ass down to meet the insistent thrusts of that huge cock as it shoved eagerly up her snatch.

He filled his hands with her boobs and squeezed the soft pillowy mounds, then pulled at the pink nipples, which seemed to get longer and longer with each jerk of his fingers. Debbie looked down at her fits, saw the nips stretching magnificently, and~ she didn’t even mind the freckles on her boobs. She didn’t mind anything. She stroked his hands as he fondled her, and she made her ass work faster and faster on his dick, rising and falling like a piston on overtime.

“Give it tome,” she panted. If anything, she was the rapist this time, not the escaped convict who lay beneath her. Debbie’s cunt entrapped her lover’s dong, her body swooped up and down on his, she was riding him for the pleasure she already knew he could give her. She’d never expected it would be like this, her initiation to sex. God in heaven, she’d never counted on having anything except her middle finger as a lover! And to think it wouldn’t be happening now, except for Holly and Lisa. Not long ago she’d despised them, for the vicious, sordid game they’d tried to pull on her. Now she wondered-should I be just a little bit grateful?

A come simmered in Debbie’s belly almost from the moment the man’s finger had slithered up her twat. Fucking on him, fucking with the speed and the intensity, and the passion she’ brought instinctively to the act, only stoked the fires of her arousal, and the explosion was inevitable. When it came she was only half prepared for the blistering sensations, and she swayed dizzily, perched upon the man’s stiff, jutting rod. “God, I’m commmiiinnngggg!!” Debbie squealed, and for what seemed an eternal moment she was aware of nothing else.

Not him, not his cock,’ not even her own body. She was a rocking, pulsating mass of disembodied stimuli, and all of them were going off like firecrackers.

Somehow she was aware that she was no longer sitting bolt upright, but it didn’t seem important. She was sinking upon him, her mouth hungry for his, pussy jerking and dancing around the cock that oiled it, and her head rolled, No. They were rolling, the two of them. He had his arms around her and he was easing her off him, onto her side on the comfortable carpeting, and now they were lying face to face, his cock moving in her with a little more freedom and what felt like even more furious determination.