Brad Harris - Caged virgin

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits leaped forward lusciously as she pulled the lacy bra away. They seemed to grow two sizes larger as they bounced free. Her jailer almost fell backwards at the exciting display of tit. Beads of perspiration popped out across his forehead and temples as his eyes gaped at her ripe tits. He swallowed hard, then motioned to her panties.

Lynda opened her mouth to protest again, then stopped herself. She gave a disgusted sigh and pulled her panties down her thighs and legs. She stood in front of him, totally naked. The skinny man unconsciously held his swollen cock in his hand as he stared at the voluptuous woman before him.

"Damn!" he whispered. "Damn! That's the most beautiful body I ever saw!"

"If you're satisfied, I'll get them back on," she said, reaching for her discarded clothing. "I'm not hiding anything for you to worry about."

"The hell you aren't!" he grinned. "Baby, I'll worry about what you've shown me for the rest of my life. We've never had such dangerous weapons brought into this town before."

He caught her arm and pulled her over to the small bunk where she was forced onto the mattress. She twisted away as his hands began groping over her naked body, feeling her tits and thighs with hot anticipation. She pulled away from him and stood up, moving across the cell in an attempt to escape his lustful pursuit.

"You can't do this!" she gasped at him. "I won't allow anything like this!"

Lynda realized how absurd she sounded as she looked at the amusement on the man's face. Gold fillings in his teeth glistened as he opened his mouth in a wide laugh. He caught her, cornered her, and took her arm as she tried to push him away. He pulled her roughly to him, his belt buckle scraping her naked tummy as he held her struggling body tightly. Her tits pressed into his chest, her thighs were invaded by one of his slender legs. She was amazed at how strong such a skinny man could be. She struggled in vain to twist out of his grasp.

"You might as well stop fighting," he snorted. "No way I'm going to let you get out of this. No way I'm going to sit out there until Rocky and Gene come back to get their pussy from you."

The terrified girl brought one knee up viciously into his groin. She heard the jailer groan in pain and felt his grip on her weaken for a moment. She took advantage of that moment and pulled away. Her eyes darted about the cell, searching for something she might be able to use as a weapon. The bare cell mocked her. There was nothing there except the two bunks and thin mattresses. The bunks, the mattresses, the pile of her discarded clothes, and the two of them were all that could be seen in the small cell.

She backed away as he gradually stood back up and started after her again. She pulled at the door, helplessly trying to jerk it open. The jailer's eyes glittered with eager intensity as he came for her again. This time he wasn't so gentle with her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her over toward the bunk. His free hand came roughly across her face, sending flashes of blinding pain through her. He slapped her again, this time catching her more cleanly. The young brunette felt her knees beginning to buckle. The room swam before her as she fought the darkness that came swelling over her.

He had her stretched out in the bunk when she regained consciousness. He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, ugly cock. She watched him as he squirmed between her legs and pointed his trembling prick at her frightened pussy. He looked up at her face and saw that she had come to. A lewd smile crossed his lips. A delighted spark flashed through his eyes.

"You're back with me," he noted. "Good! I wouldn't want to enjoy the fuck all by myself. You be a good girl and I won't have to hit you again. All right?"

Lynda looked groggily at him. He drew his hand back, threatening to use it if she failed to comply with his demands. The brunette nodded, the pain from the first two blows intensifying with the slight movement. Her tormentor patted her hip affectionately, then laughed softly.

"I have to give you a thorough search," he explained. "I have to be sure you aren't hiding anything inside your pussy. Best way I know to be sure about that is to send my old cock up there and check it out."

He cackled wickedly and crawled further up over her. The bulging head of his pecker pushed against her cunt lips while he laid a skinny hand over one of her tits. He began massaging the tit, letting his thumb and fingers flip sensuously across her nipple. Lynda shuddered at his touch, feeling suddenly dirty and sordid. Somehow the thought of this unshaven, filthy man fucking her made her feel that she would be just as foul as he was. She felt sick and nauseated at the prospect of his cock driving into her pussy and leaving his filthy cum inside her.

"That's a good girl," he murmured. "You're going to cooperate with me. That's nice. That's better than having to beat the shit out of you, then screwing you without your being able to feel this happy old prick."

He pulled at her tit, sending sparks of reluctant delight through her. He had her nipples hard and tight, burning and throbbing, from his sensuous caresses. Lynda trembled and cursed herself for allowing her tits to enjoy the touch of his foul hands. It was bad enough to be raped. It was worse to enjoy it. She was fighting her rising response to him as he pushed his cock harder against her pussy, separating the lips of her cunt and rubbing his pulsing cock-head against her clit.

"Ohhhhh, that's nice!" he panted. "Yes, that's nice. That's a soft little pussy down there. I'll have to be careful and not let my cock get too rough."

He moved his pecker back and forth, rubbing her clit into fiery passion. Lynda realized she would never be able to keep her body from responding to him. That had always been her problem. She might be a virgin, but it wasn't because she didn't respond to a man's hand on her tits, a man's finger at her pussy. In fact, the very force of her response was why she had always refused to let any of her boy friends go very far in their sexual play. She had known very well that if she had let them play with her tits and cunt, she'd never have been able to refuse fucking them.

"Hey!" her jailer gasped in pleasure. "That's a hot little box you've got down there. Damn if you aren't getting just as horny as I am."

He jiggled his cock rapidly about her cunt, causing the brunette to pant and gasp with combination pleasure and apprehension. His hands pulled more roughly at her tits, twisting her magnificent globes. He tilted his face down to the luscious breasts and caught one of her nipples in his mouth. The brunette shivered as he began sucking on her, sucking and tonguing her heaving tit while his cock pushed harder at her cunt.

"No," she cried, "No, please!"

She could feel the pressure of his cock at her cherry. She knew he would hurt her. She could feel the angry determination in his cock as he rammed it more viciously at her, demanding that her delicate membrane allow his excited prick to plunge deep into her pussy.

"Uhhhhhh!" he panted, thrusting roughly at her. "Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Come on, Baby! Open it up! Let me get my cock in there!"

He went back after her tits. He kissed around one of her rolling breasts, around the top and sides and bottom. He kissed the tender flesh into surging delight, then caught her nipple again. He opened his mouth wide about her tit, trying to suck the entire tit between his lips. His tongue depressed her nipple and rolled the button around as he lapped the nipple and areola.

His cock shuddered impatiently at the entrance to her cunt. Damn, but he was hard. She could feel the steep hardness of his aroused prick, could feel the powerful throbs of lust which pulsed through it. She lay back, terrified of the moment when he lost his patience and decided to force his way into her cunt. She felt his ass shaking in delirious demand. She heard his breath coming in great gasps. His body shook above her. He was livid with excitement, his nostrils wide and flaring, his entire body burning with his crazed demand for her.