Brad Harris - Caged virgin

"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "Ahhhhhh! Come on sweetheart! Let me in there! Don't think I'm going to keep this pecker on the front porch all night!"

His body tensed as he struggled to force his cock past the membrane that blocked him. He panted and sweated, ramming his bulging head at her cherry. His eyes clouded in surprise as he looked down into her face. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Damn you!" he gasped. "Don't tell me you're a virgin!"

Lynda nodded her head in answer. Maybe, she thought, maybe that would save her. Maybe he wouldn't be so anxious to deflower a virgin. That was sure the hell proof that she hadn't been working the town as a prostitute. Her cherry was damn good proof.

"I don't know what you are doing down there," he mumbled. "It's not going to work, though. Don't try to con me into believing that you've never been screwed."

He pulled his cock back, then thrust it brutally into her. Lynda felt the searing pain as he tore through her membrane. Her cherry broke before the onslaught of his angry cock, sending sharp fire through her. She gasped and fell back on the cot, afraid that she was about to faint from the tearing pain.

"Ahhhh!" he panted. "That does it! Damn you! It didn't work did it, Baby! I'm in your pussy now. Let's ride for a while. Hell, sweetheart, now let's enjoy it!"

The brunette could feel the warm flow of her blood where he had shattered her cherry. She felt sharp pain, then numbness as he rammed and jammed his cock at her. His body quivered in excitement as he fucked her with increasing ferocity.

"Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhhh! What a sweet pussy! Ohhhhhh, Baby! It's a good thing we got you off the streets!"

Lynda shuddered from the force of his assault. Her tits ached as he clawed at them roughly. He rolled her from side to side. He slammed his body into her. He drove his cock wildly at her helpless cunt, his lust driving him to deeper and deeper frenzy. The young brunette felt tears stream down her cheeks. Her mind was whirling, her heart aching. She thought of all the boys who had wanted so badly to take her cherry. She thought of all the men she had really cared about, but had refused to give them her pussy. She shuddered at the terrible injustice. She had lost her cherry, not to one of her intelligent, handsome, young admirers. She had been deflowered by this crude, stupid, smelly jailer in some remote country town. "Nooooo!" she moaned, her pain mingling with her sadness. "Ohhhhh, noooooo!"

"Oh yes, sweetheart!" her rapist cried out excitedly. "Yes, ma'am! I'm in that pussy now. Ohhhh, hell, I'm in that sweet little cunt. I'm going to give you a fuck to remember!"

He waved his cock from side to side in her sore and throbbing pussy. He twisted his body about as he rode her. He pulled every trick to increase the tension between her pitiful cunt and his ecstatic cock. He raised himself to higher and higher passion while sending the young girl into more terrible pain.

Lynda was still weeping softly as he fucked her. She bit her lips to try and get herself under control. She began to realize the necessity of relaxing her body. The more tense and resisting her pussy remained, the greater the pain he could inflict on her. She wanted to get this over with. There was no need to weep over a lost maidenhead. No amount of tears could restore it. Her cherry was gone forever. Now the important task for her was to survive the rest of this rape.

"That's better," her assailant grunted, feeling her become more submissive to him. He pulled at her tits again and caught a nipple beneath his thumb, rolling it sensuously about her tit. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her, sending tremors rippling about her pussy as he continued his frantic balling.

Lynda realized that her pussy had begun to secrete its juices around the driving cock. She was oiling herself now, her numbness slowly leaving her. In its place she felt a soft glow and warmth. She had wrapped her legs about him with out realizing it and was taking his lusting cock readily, even eagerly.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, despite herself. "Mmmmmmmm!"

"Hey!" he panted. "You're fucking right back at me! Ohhhhh, Baby! Now we'll have ourselves a real ball!"

She stopped resisting her own soaring emotions. Her cunt was pulsing about his juicy cock, sucking and throbbing over him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. She rocked them from side to side, rubbing her tits into his hand and against his chest. There was no more pain in her pussy. Instead she felt fiery tingles along every nerve as they rolled and writhed, pumped and humped.

"Oooohhhhhh!" she panted. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Ooooooo, fuck me!"

She was surprised at herself. She was amazed that she could so easily join in with this brutal man who had taken her maidenhood from her. She was shocked at the way her pussy was sucking and gnawing at his cock as he fucked her.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" he gasped above her. "Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"

His cock began to quiver excitedly, more excitedly than before. She felt his body shake madly, then felt a deep warmth pour through her cunt as his cock began emptying its hot load into her. His juice oozed about the inner passage of her pussy, sending sparks of pleasure all through her body. She lay back, letting him explode inside her, letting his cock go crazy in its delicious eruption.

"Ahhhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhhhhh! What a piece of pussy! Ohhhh! What a hell of a fuck!"

She was still glowing as he finished his fuck. She lay back, panting and ready for more, as he pulled his cock from her and got up. He stood beside her panting body, smiling proudly down at her. Lynda looked up to meet his eyes, then saw the sudden shock hit him.

"Damn!" he snapped in surprise. "That's blood on the mattress. You're bleeding all over the damn mattress."

He stood frozen, unable to comprehend for a moment. Then he turned white as he realized the reason for the blood. His mouth dropped open. He struggled to close his pants over his cock, then left the cell quickly.

In a moment he was back. He didn't come back inside this time. He tossed some towels through the bars and snapped to her roughly.

"Here!" he snarled. "Clean up that damned mess! What the hell do you mean, getting all that blood on our new mattress? Hurry up! Get that cell clean before I have to discipline you!"

She saw the anger in his eyes. She saw the fear and apprehension in his eyes. Lynda took the towels and walked to the small lavatory in her cell. She slowly began trying to wash the blood from her thighs and out of the thick, black hairs above her cunt. She cleaned herself slowly, her body still shaking from the beating, from the rape, from her own reluctant passion.

She was still trembling as she began trying to clean the stains from the mattress. She did the best job she could, then picked up her clothes and dressed once more. She couldn't really believe it. She just couldn't believe it had all happened. She had been raped. She had been fucked against her will. But she had enjoyed it. That was the most maddening thing of all. She had actually been about to climax when he finished. Damn him! Somehow she would have to get even with him for that. She would have to get even with all of them.

She had been wearing a long skirt, black, with a dramatic slit in the skirt that reached well up her thigh. The silk skirt and her nylon hose made a soft sensuous sound as they brushed together with every movement of her lithe body. Brill Matney had been unable to keep his eyes off her delicious-looking ass, away from her luscious thighs.

"Need to refresh that?" Lynda asked, taking his glass and walking sensuously over to the small bar in her apartment. The lovely brunette didn't need an answer from him. Brill was always ready for a fresh drink. Always, that is, when he wasn't doing his damnedest to get into her panties. The soft beauty dropped two more ice cubes in his glass, poured a healthy amount of Scotch over them, and dashed a little water on top. She stirred the ice with a long, lovely finger as she walked back toward him.