Susan Carter - Father knows best

Harriet tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the first, scraping contact against the ultra-sensitive, scalloped edges of her inner lips. Her breath stuck in her throat for what seemed like eternity. The pressure felt soft at first, but as her tender interior resisted, he shoved harder.

"Unnnhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o!" she screamed in pain.

Murray rammed forward again, ignoring the girl's fervent begging, flexing and tightening his buttocks until the tip of his throbbing cock slipped through the tight vulva ring, stretching the narrow, resilient, rubbery passage. Harriet felt as if her thighs were splitting apart inwardly as the unbearable pressure increased.

"Yaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she wailed.

The girl flailed her torso wildly around Murray's slender body as he pressed with all his strength to hold her down. The painful shocks of the sudden thrusting caused new strength to blast through the girl's tired muscles, and she writhed and struggled all the harder, trying to break the canvas straps that held her in the hope of easing the cruel pressure on her plundered pussy.

Opening her eyes, Harriet saw that Murray had an evil, twisted sadistic smile on his face, his white teeth flashing wickedly in the dim light of the vehicle. She realized he was enjoying the sight of her suffering under the cruel penetration of her helplessly naked cunt.

When the ambulance stopped for another light, a panel from the front opened, and a man stuck his face through, saying, "Hey, Murray, how goes it?"

Murray stopped the torturing pressure of his thrusting cock long enough to look up and shout out, "Too bad it wasn't your turn, Sam. This is one luscious little piece of ass. She has the tightest, sweetest little cunt you could ever hope to feel around a cock. Man! She is the greatest."

"Yeah, too bad," the one called Sam agreed.

"And she loves it, too. Don't you?" Murray asked, adding another inch of cock into her hurting, agonized passageway.

Harriet's only reply was a long, loud scream of agony. This only made the man called Sam laugh.

When the ambulance began moving again, Harriet saw a wicked grin contort Murray's face. It was a look of total wanton licentiousness. It was as if he could no longer stand kneeling between her thighs with only his cock-head and two inches of pole buried in her teeming interior. Seeing how utterly helpless and subjugated she was, he shivered with lust, wanting to submerge the entire length of his thrusting cock into her burning body.

He leaned forward, both hands on the sides of the stretcher, and his thick, rock-hard cock lanced into the helplessly struggling girl with no mercy whatsoever. The penis shoved harder, little by little urging its way deeper, moving with slow, agonizing fury into her helpless depths. The head of his thrusting cock seemed to push the moist folds of her vagina before it in velvety waves. The cock inched its way deeper and deeper, and then his hairy pelvis was smacking against her soft, bare venereal mount as his thighs slapped against her upraised buttocks and his balls rebounded from her perineum.

Harriet continued moaning, thinking herself in the most agonizing pain. Humiliation more than pain bothered her at this moment. Her hot, tense pussy felt as if Murray's driving pole had torn the interior to shreds. The thick, solid cock was sunk to the balls in her trembling white belly, and she could feel the vellicating hardness of his glans as it puffed out and tried reaching for her cervix. It didn't quite make it. Even so, Harriet's tortured mind believed a white-hot pole had been rammed into the deepest part of her tight cunt, and she was certain there was not on millimeter of its flesh that she couldn't feel. It continued delving into her, pressing outwardly against the ultra-sensitive walls of her vagina.

Murray lay on top of her, unmoving for the moment, his unshaven face directly above hers. Harriet remained just as unmoving, afraid to move for fear the pain would intensify again. Then she felt his hands grip the sleek curves of her soft buttocks, one in each hand, and he squeezed. His body began pumping back and forth, slowly at first, then with more and more speed. And little by little he began expanding the tight, wet passageway of her tormented nookie. Her tears of humiliation and shame continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and the funny part of it all was, she had no actual idea what he was doing to her, or why, other than causing her misery.

Harriet saw the heavy beads of perspiration breaking out on the man's forehead as he seemed to cram his thrusting cock harder and harder into her helpless body until their bodies solidly came together. The roughness of his white pants seemed to scratch her tender flesh.

To Harriet there was a total dull ache filling her body, save for the pit of her troubles, where Murray's intruding cock was plunging deeper and deeper. She felt the pain vaguely beginning to blend with a new, different, pleasurable sensation which seemed to become more powerful with each forward thrust of the man's penis. Her quiet sobs and sighs seemed to mingle sorrowfully with the man's moans and gasps of passion while her upstanding, quivering breasts jiggled in the air directly under the white jacket Murray was wearing. They danced wildly about with each pummeling thrust he slammed into the tender, girlish body.

As Murray rammed into Harriet, his hands continued squeezing her soft, round, white buttocks. She could feel his fingers playing in the crevice between her asscheeks, excitedly teasing her crinkled asshole while he continued to wildly thrust into her. His body had become a totally inhuman mass of pounding lust, working madly against the squirming, writhing female flesh beneath him. Harriet could feel his heated penis growing and swelling all the larger in her anguished body as he continued to sadistically grind into her with savage delight.

Harriet's moans became a long, siren like wail in the closed confines of the rear of the ambulance. He was continuing to pound his meat far into her, building more of the pleasant sensation while letting the pain fade. But his cock thrusts were so powerful, Harriet wondered if they weren't meant to cut her in half.

Tears continued cascading down Harriet's cheeks, moving down her temples into her soft brown hair. Her buttocks clenched together in a futile gesture, resisting his fingers. This made him thrust all the more deeply into her tormented pussy, and now the pain was just a vague memory while the other sensation, the pleasant one continued building higher.

"You like it," Murray gasped, staring down into her face. "I can see it. You like it, you really like it."

"Please…" Harriet continued, "what are you doing to me?"

"I'm fucking you, kiddo. I'm… ramming my cock into your, ahhhhhh… and sooner or later, ohhhhhh… lucky, you'll come."

"Unh… unh… unh…" she gasped with each forward thrust.

"You'll… annnhhh… know what I mean… ooooooh shit! I can feel my own load rising. Get ready… ohhhhhh… 'cause I'm gonna fill you with my cream. I'm gonna shoot the jism into you until you feel it in your throat."

The towering sensation was starting to build higher and higher in Harriet's body. No longer able to keep herself under control, she began bucking up and down in time to the way the hard penis was thrusting into her. It sank deeper and deeper, and the girl realized she was enjoying the sensations.

It no longer mattered to Harriet that the man fucking her was a stranger who had no business touching her in the first place. All the pain was gone, and in its place was the thrilling feel of lust. She didn't know what it was at the time, but she did know the movement of Murray's penis was what was causing it. And where she had wanted his cock to pull out of her, earlier, she now wanted it to continue plunging into her, bringing her the total fulfillment her body seemed to be promising her.