Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

"He's the one who shot Fred. He's… he's an old friend of the family."

They drove in silence for a couple of minutes. "I know I got you into this mess. I know I didn't do a hell of a lot right trying to get you out. When let you off at your folks' house, if you just want to walk away and never look back, I… I understand. You'd be right."

"Ricky," Sally said in a small voice.

"Yes, darlin'?"

"I love you."

Ricky slowed the car to a halt, pulled over. "You're crazy," he said. "I don't see how you'd want to look at me any more after I got you into this. After my own sister did such god awful things to you. I know you won't want me to touch you anym-"

His words were muffled as Sally's lips covered his. The coat was thrown open, exposing her naked body to his hungry hands.

The girl fumbled his fly open, and Ricky lifted his butt to allow her to slide his pants off. His big prick was hard and straight as he slid over into the passenger seat.

Warmth and wetness enfolded Ricky's cock as Sally lowered her cunt onto it.

That cunt had been flicked, sucked, and abused beyond all reason the last few days. But now it was as greedy as if it hadn't had a cock in years. And it seemed like that long since it had had the only cock it wanted-the one that was filling it now to overflowing.

Sally felt the beginnings of a climax tightening her pussy. She didn't try to fight it.

It would be-the first of many with Ricky. And they would have a long, long time.