Joan Kelly - Rape me!

It happened so fast. The rushing flood of sensations seemed to have been waiting since the night before when Phil had gotten me excited and when I'd diddled myself outside the room where Farley and Janey had fucked. Now those tickles and breathless thrills swamped my senses. Even when I pulled my hand away from my cunt, the need to put it back again won out. I was ashamed that I actually wanted to finger-fuck myself again when only the morning before I'd had an orgasm. I didn't think anyone did it that often, did they? I couldn't stop to think, couldn't stop putting my fingers a little deeper into my slit. When finally I felt the hot wetness of my pussy juice, I jerked my hand back and ran from my room.

The empty whiskey bottle on its side in the front room, but not quite empty. I picked it up, hands trembling. Why did Dad drink this stuff, to make him better? To make him feel good? I put the bottle on the table and turned back towards my bedroom. The house was so empty; I was so alone. My hands brushed down my belly again and I pressed the puffy gash, ached to wet my knuckles again. I knew that being by myself in the house all morning was no good. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my fingers out of my cunt. I'd either have to leave and take a long walk or finger-fuck myself to a climax. I looked at the amber liquor in the bottom of the bottle. Would a drink ease my tension, maybe make me think of something else? I picked the bottle up. Yes, I'd take a little drink and then get dressed. The hot booze almost made me spit it back out, but I choked it down and put the cap back on. I felt like I was fighting against myself. My Lorrie self wanted to do what was right, what my mother always told me was the proper way to behave. But another self, a self without a name pulled me in another direction. That was the part of me that was enjoying being naked, enjoying the powder on my body, the touch of my fingers inside my sappy, hot gash. I picked up the bottle again, determined to chase one of the Lorries away. Which one would I chase away?

"I'm acting so dumb!" I said to the walls. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm not going crazy. I'm going to put on my clothes right now and then go outside and sit under a tree and read a book." The sound of my voice was reassuring. I felt that my two selves were coming back together again. Now to get dressed. I was halfway down the hall to my room when the knock came. I looked around for something to throw over my shoulders. My robe. I clenched it under my neck and hurried back to the front room. It was probably Janey. She'd said she'd drop over…

The door on our trailer opened outward, and when I turned the knob, someone pulled it out of my hand. The door swept back and Tony stepped inside. I was just surprised at first, confused. My hand swept a glass from the table by the divan and it crashed with a tinkling splash of brittle shards.

"I'm leaving so I thought I'd drop by to say so long." Tony closed the door behind him. He loomed closer, eyes on my legs, my bare feet. "Watch out, you're going to step in the glass…" His hand hooked behind me, pulled me forward against his chest. The robe fell open slightly. Tony's smile lost some of its shyness. His blue eyes danced over the naked tops of my tits.

"I was getting dressed. I…" My face burned red. His hand tightened around my waist, and when I tried to twist away, I knew that he was every bit as strong as I'd first imagined. "Tony… would you let me go?"

"Where's your mother?"

I glanced towards the bedrooms. "She's taking a nap."

"You're lying." He licked his blond mustache. "You're alone."

"Please let me…" The roughness of his mouth against my neck made me gasp, twist my head away. Both of his big arms circled me now and when I tried to get my arms free, my robe parted, slipped back over my shoulders. Tony jerked it down until it hung from around my hips. He kissed me wetly on my face. Twice I kept my mouth away, but finally he held my head and pushed his tongue between my lips. Now I knew what he was – a drifter, a guy who'd met my dad one night and come back to screw the daughter the very next day. His hand went to my cunt. I tucked it back under, pushing my ass as far out as I could. But Tony wedged me against the wall and forced his fingers into my pussy curls.

"You were waiting for me… your cunt's wet."

"No… no I wasn't waiting for anybody. I…"

He rubbed over my clit, rubbed it again. The fleshy nubbin collapsed in its slick hood and then began to swell with blood. I writhed wildly to free myself, but Tony was as big as a gorilla. I smelled his musky odor, felt the roughness of his callused hand curled under my ass.

"You smell like a princess…"

Somehow I got a hand free, somehow I found the courage to bring it down hard across his face. Tony let his head spin with the blow, laughed back at me.

"Okay, baby, if that's how you want it…"

I was on my back on the sofa almost before I knew what had happened, Tony's knee in my belly. He yanked the belt from my robe and made a couple of quick turns, binding my wrists together. Then he picked me up, one arm around my waist, the other circling my thighs.

"Don't scream." His eyes had lost any shyness, any mercy. Just those wards, flat and sharp. I looked with scared eyes at his huge shoulders, his powerful arms and hands. He could kill me in ten seconds if he wanted, just a crazy drifter. Maybe he'd killed women before. I closed my eyes tight. I was so scared I couldn't even cry as he carried me down the hall and into the last bedroom, my bedroom.

"Hey, I lucked out." He tossed me down on the bed. "This is your room, ain't it?"

"Please, won't you just let me go and leave?"

He laughed again, picked up the flopping end of the belt that bound my hands and pulled them above my head. He was tying it to the head of my bed, knotting it. I tucked my knees up against my tits. Tony grabbed my ankles and stretched them down again. What was he pulling from his pocket? Something like a cord. Rawhide. It cut into my ankle when he cinched it and pulled it down over the end of the bed.

"My mother's coming back in a few minutes." I was trying to make my voice sound as confident as I could. "What will you do then?"

"I'll invite her in, I guess." He had both ankles tied now, my legs apart. I tried to twist over on the bed, only hurt myself when the rawhide tightened. I whimpered when Tony's big silver belt buckle hit the floor. I gave a muffled cry when he dropped his shirt and skinned down his shorts. I looked quickly away from the swinging, white cock that pointed towards me as he came across the room. The bed gave. I couldn't have seen what I had seen. A man's cock just didn't grow that big! I peeked through my pinched lids, sucked in a breath. Tony's cock was that big! So white along the shaft, so purple at the head. I had seen Phil's dick only in the moonlight. Now, the jolting reality of mid day made me weak from fear.

"God, your tits are something far-out, baby."

He straddled me, pressed his big balls down on my belly. Then he bent down and started kissing my face again. I struggled to keep my mouth closed, but Tony wormed his tongue inside, forced deep into my throat. I gagged, gasped for air. His hands piled my body, rubbed the sensitive flesh under my arms and on the insides of my thighs. When I felt a finger searching for my hole, new fear, horrible fear made me want to retch. The surprise came quickly to his face.

"You're the first virgin I ever found, you know that?" He laughed, a crazed laugh that had some of his shyness in it, too. If it was really shyness. If he wasn't an escaped mental patient who'd rape me and then strangle me slowly with my own bathrobe belt or worse…

He wallowed down on my body, kissed my belly wetly and my pussy fur. Then he was licking hot spit up into my cunt. I felt it dribbling down both thighs, down onto my ass. He was ravishing the seeping tenderness of my parted gash and as the rubbed surfaces swelled out to meet his tongue, I gave another helpless cry that turned to a breathy whimper without me being able to stop it.