Joan Kelly - Rape me!

"Always wanted to eat a real virgin, eat her and then fuck her." When I gave a sob, he smoothed both hands up over my heaving tits. "Hey, you ain't got no use for this little cherry anyway. Just relax. You'll dig it."

"Oh, no… you can't do this… I, I won't let you do… Ohhhhh!"

It was his tongue. That damned licking friction on my oozing slit wouldn't give me a second of peace. I tried to pull my knees up. The rawhide thongs cut deep, and that cutting sensation only made me feel his pussy-licking worse. As he sanded against the deepest petals of my cunt, I jerked again. What was it? The tension in my calves and thighs maybe as I bucked to free myself. Shivers of want spread over my body, the same sensations I'd felt when I'd rubbed deep into my cunt with my own fingers.

"Please don't do that any more… Oh, please!" His tongue had sucked my clitout of its fleshy hood and was stroking it mercilessly. I felt him dive back down the length of my gash, rub the squiggly bunched membrane where I knew my cunt must be. It was hidden under a thin layer of skin, a membrane I'd been afraid to touch since I was small. Mother had told me always to keep my hands away from my body, away from that seepy crack that split me down below. Tony's tongue pressed in against the spot, pressed even harder. Something stretched in my cunt.

I bucked hard on the bed, fought my way upwards. The rawhide stretched, cut deeper into my ankles. I pointed my toes and strained to pull free. Tony speared his tongue into a point and pressed up my cunt and in… in… in!

"Oh, noooooo!" I squirmed in fear, tried to clench my knees closed, whined from the strange, scary feeling of something so hot and pointed trying to enter my virgin hole. My heavy tits quivered, flattened back on my chest. The nipples had risen, brown fingers of tingling nerves that seemed to beg for a hand to touch them. No! I didn't want any hand to touch them. I wanted to be free, to be rid of Tony and… Something stung me. I didn't want to believe what it was.

"Ohhhh!" I gasped, making the thongs pop against the end of the bed as I jerked. Tony moved his head from side to side, and I felt the point of his tongue pierce my cunt. The stinging hurt grew as my cherry parted. Oh, God in heaven, he was raping me… but with his mouth. The strangeness, the perversity of the moment broke over me. My throat hurt with dryness as I sucked breath. But I was soaking wet around my cunt, soaked with my own hot pussy butter and Tony's spit. He gouged his tongue into my cunt mouth again and the pain got worse.

"No! Nooooo… Toneeeee!"

Then he was suddenly kissing my belly, my tits. I tasted blood on his lips, my own blood. I was too weak to close my mouth against him. He sucked my lips between his teeth and bit them. I could hear the echo of my breath, the heat of our tongues made more heat. It was awful. And with his huge body over me, lying between my tied legs, I was aware of a new menace. His fingers, callused fingers, gouged my cuntlips apart. Something hot and huge pressed against the still stinging knot of my cherry. It was that bluish, barbed cock tip I'd been afraid to really look at. I knew that and cried from the stark, cold fear. He was going to fuck me! Come in me! He was raping me!

I opened my mouth to whine but Tony's tongue filled it again, searching the ravaged softness under my tongue. His powerful hips eased forward, straining the rawhide cards that held my ankles wide apart. The feeling was of something parting, something breaking up in the pit of my cunt. The pain wasn't any worse than before, but I knew I was no longer a virgin. My belly shivered as I tried to rock my hips away, tried to make the angle wrong for his cock to go inside. But his swollen knob was drenched with my slick pussy juice and when he punched forward with short jabs, my inner petals were stretched apart, stretched out around that huge, hot ridge and then sucked in against his shaft. He pulled back slightly, and I felt my insides pulled outwards behind his retreating cock.

"You're killing me! Oh, God!"

"Easy baby, easy…" His kiss smothered me, smothered my cries. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I let him, whimpering like a caught rabbit. I felt his fingers dig into the meat of my ass as he held me still to fuck deeper. The slick friction of his cock tip as it stretched my virgin cunt felt so… strange. I couldn't seem to control my breathing at all. I was panting, short of air. Saliva ran in streaks from the corner of my mouth. Tony tucked his ass in, his whole body trembling with the excitement of fucking me. I knew he must be excited by the way his kissing had changed, grown deep and hungry. I felt like I was being eaten whenever his open mouth searched my shoulders, my tits. Once I tried to push his face away and he caught my little finger in his mouth and sucked it until the bottoms of my feet burned.

"Please let me go… don't make a baby in me, Tony, please don't…"

He laughed and rocked his cock deeper into the flooding, hot folds of my cunt. He was touching places inside me that had never been touched by anyone, anything ever before.

"You got the finest little body… and these tits…" He mouthed one boob like he might devour it, mouthed it again with his teeth and tongue. I arched my back when he bit the nipple. The thing I felt I didn't want to feel. I was so ashamed of what was happening to me, tied to my own bed, raped by some drifter who might murder me when he was through fucking me. He pulled the nipple deeper. I felt the softness of my tit flesh sucked deep between his lips. Then he danced the tip of his tongue hard against the brown, stiff nipple. It bent against the wet pressure and the streaking thrills of his ravenous tickle made my hips snap down, toss on the mattress. I tried to control myself, tried to keep from moving at all but Tony was sucking my other boob now and pumping his cock deeper in my cunt as he tongued fever into my nipple. His cock still wasn't very deep. I could tell that the inner depths of my cunt had not been touched by his steamy prick, at least not yet. Then Tony was doing something that brought a crazed moan to my throat. He cupped my cheeks up from the bed and held me there as he fucked deeper. My ass wiggled helplessly in his big hands as he speared deeper in my snatch. My juice washed back along his cockshaft and I heard it popping where my petals were parted around his rod. The tightness of his prick pulled the flesh around my clit each time he fucked. I counted three, four, five… felt the tingling buzz of my come beginning. No… I couldn't let it happen. I just couldn't!

"Tony… stop, stop!"

"You like it, don't ya?"

"I hate it! I hate you! Ohhhh… noooooo, stop, please!" But my words blurred and turned to frenzied little growls of pleasure. I wouldn't let myself think of pleasure, but it was. Shameful, helpless pleasure as Tony dug his fingers against the crack of my ass, plowed his tongue between my lips, fucked me as my cunt butter and blood mingled and wet us both. My ears buzzed with senseless sounds; my eyes wouldn't focus. I tried to grab his muscled back but the belt from my robe tightened around my wrists, reminded me that I was a captive – a victim of rape. How could I touch anyone who'd done that to me?

"Baby… God damn!" Tony pulled back. I felt my raped pussy sucked with him, clasping to the huge and throbbing tip of his cock. But he pulled more of his cock out of my cunt, more until his prick was free from my hole. Then he fell forward, his cock slick and bloody against my belly. A streak of something hot went up my skin, another even hotter. I was too woozy with my come to think of what was happening. Tony pumped the huge welt of his cock up and down against my stomach as more jizz frothed out. I felt my navel fill, overflow. A dribble coursed down my side and wet the sheet.