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Suddenly, he pulled out altogether.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it over her surprised face.

And came all over it.

Strands of loopy semen shot out from the cock head, spurting on the face of the stunned, shocked, revolted teen.

Even as he shook from the force of his orgasm, vicious Dan Waxer was careful to hold Kelly's head in place.

His cock he held in place too, and shot all over her face.

Come fell on Kelly's forehead, cheeks, eyes, nose, mouth, chin.

Gooey, milky white, thick, it slid down her face and spattered on the worn and dusty floorboards.

Dan Waxer shook and shuddered from the force of his orgasm.

His hand pumped his spurting penis, squeezing milky drops on Kelly's face.

"Whew!"

His cock was still stiff, after coming.

"Weren't expecting that one, were you? Haw haw haw! Man, you sure look stupid with all that come running down your face!"

He pulled her by the hair, forcing her to rise.

"Get up, cunt!"

"I'm getting up! Please don't hurt me!"

"And get your ass on that bed! I ain't done with you – why, I ain't even started yet!"

"What-what are you going to do to me?!"

"Guess!" leered Dan Waxer.

Stooping, he picked up the remnants of her shredded shirt and brought the wadded rag to her face.

"Gonna wipe that silt off your face, too! Wouldn't want to get it on me!"

Kelly squirmed as he roughly rubbed most of the come off her face. Enough remained to leave her face sticky and shining.

He tossed aside the soiled rag, discarding it like a used piece of toilet paper.

Kelly sat up on the bed, head hanging, eyes moist.

Dan Waxer took hold of her and forced her down on her back on the bed.

"Play with your cunt, bitch!"

"W-what?!"

"Play with your cunt, get it all hot and juicy!"

Kelly's body was rigid and angular with fear. Her pink flesh was now pale. Awkwardly, she moved her hands down to her pussy.

Stiffly, she stroked her pussy lips, hands trembling.

He took hold of his cock, stroking stiffness into it.

"Yeah… I'm ready."

He mounted the bed clumsily, moving the gross weight of his flesh.

He pushed her hands away from her pussy.

"I'll take over from here!"

His stiff hot cock was smeared with sticky saliva. Kelly shuddered as he rubbed it up and down her thigh.

"You sure don't look like a dyke!"

"Please, please let me go!"

"Not a chance, sweetie," he sneered.

He leaned forward, squinting at her quivering sex.

He rubbed her pussy, pressing the lips with his sausage-link fingers.

Kelly squirmed and moaned as his stubby fingertips prodded her pussy.

He fingered the pussy lips open and peered at her slippery pink membranes.

"Yeah, you sure got a nice cunt! Too nice to be wasted on some clit-licking dyke, when I could and should have been fucking it!"

"Well, it's never too late to make up for lost time!"

He pressed his fingertip to her slitted sex and stuffed it inside.

Kelly cried out when he plunged his fat middle finger in her.

"Christ! Are you tight!"

He pushed his finger back and forth, in and out, fucking her pussy with it.

But his lust burned too strongly to delay his violation of her.

"You ain't no virgin!" he accused. "I couldn't put my finger up into you this far if you was! Hey, how about that!"

"Well, I guess dykes ain't all you been fucking, Kelly!"

He pulled his finger out of her pussy.

It was wet – quivering – vulnerable.

He could invade and ravish it, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

His hulking form looked more bearish than ever, as he crouched over her on his hands and knees, his erection jutting downward.

He reached for her legs and spread them wide apart, so that her feet dangled off the opposite edges of the cot.

He reached under his hips and took hold of his cock.

Guiding it between her legs, he prodded her pussy with it.

It hurt, making Kelly squirm and writhe, making her pert breasts jiggle.

He rubbed the cock head up and down the slit.

Pressing the cock head to the slit, he wedged open the pussy lips, prying them apart, then stretching her membranes.

Kelly sobbed as she was entered.

His thing was thick and painful for her to take.

He gasped when his cock head was engulfed in the slippery silky heat of her pussy.

"Oh, yeah… oh, yeah! Yeah!"

His cock was in her now, partially… deep enough not to be dislodged.

He let his wide fat hips sink down then, the weight of his body sinking the shaft deep into her pussy.

Kelly's pussy twinged with pain as it was stretched by the invader.

Deeper and deeper into her it sank, filling and stretching her.

It seemed like the snake of flesh wouldn't stop filling her!

Kelly felt as though she was choking between the legs, from the size of the thing. Her sobbing moans only excited his sadistic lust.

He stuffed the cock deep, until its head fetched up with a bump against the pit of her pussy – she was totally penetrated.

His weight crushed her like a stone, flattening her thin form into the mattress, crushing the breath out of her.

She gasped for air as he covered her, his chest pressing her titties almost flat.

His hot sweating body covered and seemed to absorb her.

He squirmed, moving his fat hips, sliding his stiff cock back and forth inside her, pumping the rod in her pussy.

Her long thin legs were spread wide open, while his thick hairy legs were pressed together and lay between her limbs.

Ancient, the cot groaned its protest at the double burden of the weight of the oversized rapist and his slim, slight, pretty victim.

Kelly once had read in history class – how far away school seemed now! – that a medieval torture was to kill the victim by crushing him under heavy weights.

She felt as though she were under going a similar ordeal.

The penis raping her pussy punished it with hard, driving strokes.

Luckily for Kelly – her only luck, on this night of hell – her pussy internally lubricated, oozing juices in self-defense.

That aided her somewhat, permitting as it did Dan Waxer's fat thick throbbing cock to slide more easily inside her.

He rammed it into her, working on her pussy like a beast in heat.

The speed and force of his thrusts increased as his lust intensified.

He humped away at her, raping her hard.

His cock burned inside her violated pussy.

His fat sweaty hands burrowed under her bottom, clutching her buttocks.

He gripped them tightly, one bottom cheek in each hand.

Holding them, he squeezed them viciously, so that soft pink bottom flesh oozed through his fat gripping fingers.

He squeezed and kneaded her buttocks, and pinched them painfully.

His fingers sank into the crack of her buttocks.

He fingered the tiny hole of her rosebud anus, prodding it with stubby fingertips and irritating it with his crude handling.

Sweat rolled off his beached-whale form, as he thrust into her.

He was close to coming now.

He pressed the tip of his middle finger against her quivering anus and shoved it in, jamming the fingertip up her ass.

Kelly cried out in shock at this crude invasion.

He stuffed his finger in her up to its first joint and wiggled it inside her.

His cock pumped in a fury of fast motion.

Suddenly he threw his hips forward, plunging his cock into the vortex of her sex, jamming the cock head against her womb.

He did not pull back for yet another stroke, but kept his cock in her.

He shook and shivered on top of her.

Her already stretched pussy was stretched even further, as his fat cock expanded under the surge of erupting semen.