Roberta Vickers - Raped teenager

"She likes my tool. Let's see if another tool fits into her hot little oven as easy."

He began swinging her back and forth. The pain seared her joints, threatened to pull her apart at the arms and legs. But when she was swinging fast enough, he pulled his cock out and stood, feet braced. Her legs went on either side of his body. And the impact of her body with his took her breath away again.

He didn't spear her with his prick. He didn't even come close. All he did do was stop her wild swaying to and fro. But he stuffed his cock into her steamy, tight cunt. The suddenness of his hot, dancing prick when compared with the polar cold of the wrench sent new shivers earthquaking through her body.

"How you like it?"

"Yes, yes! Fuck me with your cock! Your lovely, hot tool!"

"She likes my tool," he said, almost offhandedly to the crowd, now making obscene remarks.

Those were the last things the teenager remembered hearing. She was so totally engrossed in the bizarre fucking, she couldn't think of anything else.

He began swinging her in a small arc again. Not enough to take her entirely off his cock but enough for most of it to slip out of her fevered twat.

Each swing took the prick away from her. It was a damned shame. She wanted it, all, of it all the time. But the movement was one which slowly warmed her twat walls. Her pussy was already juicing up enough to ease the friction. And the feel of his virile cock tugging at her pussy was enough to get her really excited.

The pain was increasing, but she tried to ignore that. He was making lewd, horrible statements about her, about anyone who would let themselves be used. He was saying that only a dog should fuck her. That he should piss on her face and leave her hanging.

She wanted him worse than ever!

The swinging motion carried her away – off his cock – enough so that she couldn't really use her stomach muscles to trap his prick. She tried, oh how she tried! But it was useless. The man could use all the force of his brawny arms and all she had were the weaker muscles of her cunt.

It wasn't any match.

He was able to do whatever he wanted to her. And he wanted to fuck her with the most pain possible. Each time his cock slammed into her widespread cunt, the jolt jarred her teeth. It wasn't a gentle fucking. He was making it as brutal as he possibly could.

And she loved every second of it.

"More, oh, unnngh!" She came. Her entire body arched in the crude harness in which he'd slung her. The feel of his cock working in and out of her sensitive twat, fucking her, making her feel like a complete woman, was enough to bring her off.

He continued to rock back and forth. He was beginning to enjoy this. She was totally at his mercy. Helpless, he could do anything to her he wanted. He reached over and began playing with her tits. They bounced around like jello on a plate, jello topped with twin red cherries. The nipples were aroused red fingers pointing straight up into the sky.

He reached across her body, momentarily touching her bush, before taking a double handful of her tits. Using these, he began moving her back and forth on his cock. She was a human pendulum. He swung her so that her cunt fit nicely around his rigid, steely hard cock.

He was beginning to really get off on this. She couldn't do a damned thing. He was the only one able to control the pace, the fucking, when – if – he wanted to stuff his prick all the way up her cunt.

"How you likin' this, cunt! You like being made to like some sort of mechanical beast?"

"Yes, oh yessss!"

"See if this is to your liking, then!"

He abandoned his post on her firm tits and moved his hand to her pussy mound. He laced his fingers through the cornsilk fine fibers and grabbed. A lance of pain shot through her entire cunt. The pulling of her pubic hair was an unexpected addition to the agony she was already feeling.

Using the handful of pussy fur, he began swinging her back and forth on his cock. The pain knifing into her twat was almost too much to bear. In the distance she could hear the voices of the rest of the gang. They were all saying terrible things about her, degrading things. But that didn't count.

All that was real was pain.

Pain and the cock surging in and out of her quim every time he swung her. But the handle he was using! The fleece of her bush would pull loose! She couldn't have her entire body going back and forth, solely using that as a handle.

But she endured it. She endured it for the joy given her when his cock sank all the way up her juicy twat. The feel of his cock, virile and all-male, was worth it. Anything was worth it to get the full measure of a man's cock.

He reached up with his free hand and began pulling on one of the ropes holding her over the tree limb. As he tugged at it, her right leg started upwards. His grip on her bush didn't lessen; he didn't stop swinging her like a human pendulum back and forth along the steely guide of his prick.

But the new motion threatened to upend her. She felt her cunt being tightened about his prick. It was a giddy sensation, one laden with fear and pain.

Pain and the joy of his cock fucking an even tighter twat. That was where it was at. He cared. A thrill of joy went through her body as she realized he was doing all this for her, because she told him she wanted it all.

"Like this, whore? Like it a lot?" he demanded.

"Ummm, ohhhh, ohhhh Chriiist!" she moaned. The words barely formed. The pain choked them off in her throat. But the feeling in her cunt made it all worthwhile. She was being fucked by the man's cock; that was what mattered, not that she was being twisted apart by the ropes.

He began slamming his body against hers. The tugging at the ropes reversed her path. Her leg wept down while a wrist was pulled up. She found herself going almost straight down on his cock. It entered her twat at a completely different angle.

Never in her wildest dreams had she thought screwing could be this exciting!

"Yeah, go after her, man!" came a cry. "I'm about ready to jerk off!"

The scene spun crazily around the teenager's head. Pulled up and down, swung back and forth, she couldn't focus on anything. She saw a big, red, ugly cock and a hand around it. The hand was stroking fast. And then there was a spurt of white splattering all over her face.

She tried licking it off. The way she was swung back and forth by the man who was driving his cock in and out of her prevented it. The more she wanted to sample that cum, the more he did to keep her from it.

"Go on, the rest of you. Jack off on her face. See if the bitch likes that."

She did.

Her tongue worked avidly to trap each and every drop of the shower of pearly jism cascading down on her. All the members of the gang were beating their meat while they watched their leader fucking her.

She was the main attraction. All of them were seeing her degraded, used, made a complete and total fool. She was nothing but a convenient hole to fuck.

She loved it.

He kept swinging her faster and faster. His cock became a searing poker ramming into her guts. She felt her body responding to all he was doing to her. Degraded and loving it. Humiliated and wanting more. Made a public spectacle and demanding more cum splattered onto her face. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him.

He was a man and he was fucking her.

When she felt the torrential outpouring of his jism, she came again. He kept her swaying back and forth as he pumped wildly into her twat. His body made lewd little smacking noises as he screwed himself as far into her yielding twat as he could.

Then his cock limply fell out of her manhole.

The excitement in her body refused to abate. She cried out, "Again! I want it all again!"

A voice said, "Yeah, lemme do it!"