Val Marrick: Whipped And Raped

"Be quiet," giggled Sally Canavan, putting her finger to her lips. Her blouse and bra were. unfastened, and her laugh' made her conical jugs bobble enticingly.

Ricky Cruz smiled into her blue eyes as his hands pushed her back down on the couch. He could feel her nipples growing hard and hot under his palms. "He won't hear us if we don't make too much noise," he smiled.

Sally pushed him away suddenly. "No," she said in a husky voice. "This isn't right."

"But I love you, baby," Ricky said.

"I love you too," Sally replied. "And I really want to do it with you. But my very first time. I don't want it to be like this. It's sneaky losing my virginity down here on the couch while Dad is upstairs taking care of poor mother."

Her eyes shone with pity, as well as lust for Ricky. Her mother had been paralyzed since her stroke three years before. Her father spent all his time working or taking care of his invalid wife, leaving Sally to run the house as best she could. She loved her mother, even though she was little more than a half-alive shell of a human being, and she worshipped her father. He was so masculine, so devoted to her mother and her.

"You don't like the idea of making it in the car, either," Ricky said, shaking his head.

A sudden twinge hit Sally in her cunt. How badly she wanted Ricky inside her!

She had let him feel and even kiss her bare nubile tits, and he had often massaged the virgin mound of her pussy, though always with her panties on. And she knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him to fuck her.

But it had to be done right! Sally was not going to lose her cherry skulking like a thief in her own house, or like any cheap high-school harlot in the back seat of a car. "Ricky," she said pleadingly. "Let's go to your apartment." v Sally sat up and leaned against him, pressing the red-hot nubbin on the tip of her boob against his broad manly chest, thrilling to the feel of his muscles.

Ricky looked away. "We can't go there, Sally," he said quietly. "My sister, you know. I got to, uh… I got to take care of my sister. Can't do this there, darling."

Damn your sister! Sally thought. From the first time Ricky Cruz had put his band on her shoulder, she had known that she loved and desired the handsome Chicano youth. With all her heart and virgin body. When she'd learned be had an apartment she had barely been able to contain her excitement. Delicious, erotic fantasies had filled her mind. She was going to give her virginity to this boy, and she was going to do it right!

But when Sally bad tried to get Ricky to take her to his apartment he had turned her off. His parents were dead, she knew, and be had his younger sister to take care of. She was old enough to be left without a sitter, Sally knew, but Ricky insisted he just couldn't bring a girl home and make it with her while his sister was in the two-bedroom apartment.

Sally bad wondered why the sister couldn't just be sent off to the movies or something, so they would have some time alone together. Maybe she was mentally retarded. That possibility, and the fact that Ricky was always so uncomfortable talking about his sister, had kept Sally from pressing him.

Just now, though with the untapped juices of desire bubbling to a froth inside her pussy, Sally wished only that Ricky's sister would drop dead so she could go back to her boyfriend's apartment and fuck him silly.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Sally said, turning away from the youth. She balled her little hands into fists and drummed them against her miniskirted thighs. "I want you, Ricky," she pouted. "But it seems it's just never going to happen!"

A light touch on her shoulder sent electric thrills coursing through her body.

What masculine power Ricky had! It was almost supernatural. All he had to do was look at Sally, and she would feel cunt juice start to seep into the clinging cloth of her panties.

Even the first time they had met, her first week in college, she had been so turned on she'd had to come right home and change her panties. If she hadn't been doing all the laundry her secret desiring would have been revealed long ago. And that would have been bad.

Her father was a marvelous man, but absolutely puritanical on the subject of sex. That was one of the reasons she was already a freshman in college and still had her cherry. Robert Canavan disapproved so strongly of sex, she had just never been interested before she met Ricky. She knew it must have something to do with his own enforced abstention from sex these last few years.

Ricky's hand slipped from her shoulder. It traveled down to cup a boob from behind, rolling the heated nipple around and around with his palm.

With a sigh, Sally turned her head and opened her mouth. Ricky's lips met hers.

His tongue probed out, into her willing mouth. Her tongue met his happily, twining eagerly around it. His other hand came around her ribcage to cup her other bare fit. She moaned low in her throat and settled back against him.

A hard object pressed into the small of Sally's back. It was Ricky's cock, rock-hard and ready for action inside his restraining corduroy trousers.

"Oh, baby," he muttered around a wet and slippery mouthful of tongue. "You really do it to me!"

"Me too!" cooed Sally, as Ricky nibbled at her upper lip. Sexual tension built in her loins like a slowly-winding spring. And Ricky certainly had the key! His throbbing cock felt as big as a fire-hose as it swelled and pulsed, snuggling itself into the deep, cloth-covered crack between her asscheeks.

Hands on her tits! It was making her crazy! But it just wasn't enough. Sally wanted more – more! She wanted it all, here and now!

"Oh, Ricky, Ricky," she said, rolling her shoulders to crush the sensitive tips of her conical boobs hard into his palms. "I want you," she crooned. "I just want you soooooo bad!"

"Me too, baby," Ricky said fervently. His breath washed warmly over her face.

He moved back to nuzzle and ni6ble at her ear. "You know it!"

His tongue slipped into her ear. It swirled around and around wetly. Sexual sensation crawled like spiders up and down her arching spine. Sally wondered what it would be like to have Ricky's powerful tongue doing' that to her pussy.

Scrubbing her out and whipping her fragrant love-sauce to a lather. Hell, if having her e~ lapped and sucked did this to her, having her cunt done the same way would probably kill her. And she wouldn't mind it a bit!

Feeling Sally's lust and urgency, Ricky let one hand slip from her. luscious young lit. His fingertips slid down the satiny skin of her stomach. It felt to Sally as if they were tracing lines of fire. Down, down, toward the boiling cauldron of her twat.

When Ricky's hand closed over her pussy mound Sally thought she would pass out.

"Ooooooooahhhhhhh!" she cried softly, not wanting to wake her father but unable to hold the animal sounds of ecstasy in. "I need more, Ricky. More! Finger me up good, baby! Let me feel your fingers up my hungry, slippery pussy!"

Ricky was not about to argue. His hand slipped under the hem of Sally's short skirt and back up inside the light yellow fabric. It closed over her cunt-bun.

Sally writhed and rolled her pelvis, tasting the delicious pressure.

One strong finger slipped beneath the elastic band of her panties at the crotch. A brief pain stabbed into Sally as a few of the short, golden pubic. hairs were pulled up with the fabric. She had a twinge of doubt: would she be able to stop this in time?- Or would she surrender herself to Ricky's manliness and let him fuck her here and now? Then the tip of the finger touched the blooming lips of her sweet little box, and drove all other thought from her mind.