Joan Kelly - Rape me!

"Ohhh, nooo! Ohhh, God!"

"You're a virgin… you sure as hell are!" Phil took his mouth away from my cunt. I could see the glossy cunt juice smeared on his lips and chin. He pulled himself up over my body and I heard the sound of his buckle coming loose. The flash of knowing that he was about to fuck me made me go sick in the stomach. I pushed against his chest, twisted my knees to one side and cried when he shoved them back again, shoved them apart. Frantic, I grabbed under his belly, circled my fingers around his cock as it flopped loose from his shorts. I'd never in my life touched a man's prick and the sensation made me go dizzy for an instant.

"Hey…" He growled, twisted to free himself as I rubbed his cock the best way I knew how. What made a man feel good? I didn't know but tried to think of how it might be when a cock was inside a girl's cunt. I pumped my hand up and down, moving the skin that clung to his shaft, bumping the swollen head with my fingers. Phil was trying to shove it in my hole, lunging forceful with his hips. The taut bluish knob brushed into the wet folds of my cunt. I held him back with all my strength, working my hot hand as fast as I could, rubbing his balls with the other. It felt so weird! So strange… the way a man had that thing growing out of his body like that. And it was for one thing only. To spear up into a girl's softness, enter her cunt, fill her with sperm. Just thinking that word scared me. It was slimy stuff, I knew that from seeing my father and listening to a couple of friends talk back in Billings. One girl jacked her boy friend off every time they went on a date and she always got his cum all over her hands.

"Lorrie baby, I won't hurt you…" But he was already hurting me. His hands were rough on my shoulders, digging at my bare ass. I cupped and squeezed his balls. They slipped around in the slick sac in a way that made my breath husky in my throat. That's where the seed was, that's where it came from when he reached a climax. I bit my lip and worked the skin up and down on his shaft. It was hard, very, very hard. But now I had learned something, that the tip was not as hard as the rest. It was spongy and even hotter to the touch than his balls. Probably because it was so full of blood! The idea of that blood-filled tip inside my cunt brought a shuddering cry from my lips.

Phil's body was over mine now and he kissed my throat, kissed my ear when I turned my face away. His cock raked my gash and the sound was a slick, wet sound. I could feel that heat, too, the heat my fingers felt when I jerked his cock. His breathing had gotten labored and animal-like. He found my mouth and forced his tongue between my teeth. I thought of biting him, but the savage movements of his hips, his hands, the memory of the knife steel against the dripping softness of my petals was too real, too threatening to play games with.

"Damn you, Lorrie, let go of my dick…" He took my wrist. His fingers hurt! But I held on, held on to his cock like crazy! "I gotta get inside your cunt…" His voice had become heavy, the words slurred with passion. When he kissed me again, his mouth was open and our teeth raked together. I guessed that he was about to come…

"If I can't fuck you, then you're gonna suck my prick!" Phil was on his knees, pulling my hair, forcing my body forward. I pushed his cock up against his belly as he brought my face down. Now I could see in the reflected moonlight what my hands had been telling me. The blood-filled tip, the heavy, hanging balls in their sac.

"No! Oh, please, no!" I quit jacking him and taking advantage of my new panic, Phil twisted my wrist away. His cock bobbed out from his groin. There was a droplet of something glistening at the tip, making the taut, bruised-looking meat shine. His fingers tightened in my long hair. I shut my eyes, cried out.

"Suck my cock, damn you!" He forced me against his prick. The droplet smeared against my lips as I clamped them against the long, rigid shaft he wanted to spear down my throat. But Phil dug his fingers into my neck, half strangling me. I whimpered, let my jaws fall open. His hot knob forced between my lips, grazed my teeth.

"Uhhh, yeah, now suck!"

He was pushing his cock deeper. I gagged, tried to force his rod back out with my tongue but only drove it along the underside of the hot, huge thing. His balls swung against my chin and I convulsed with a dry retch. He slapped me. Not hard, but sharply enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was going crazy! I thought it would drive me completely mad if that cock, that awful, huge cock spurted its cum.

But the passion had weakened Phil, taken his attention. I sensed a moment when he loosened his grasp on my hair and twisted my head to one side. His cockhead came free from my lips with a sucking sound and at that very instant I felt a hot streak of jizz wet my cheek.

"Son of a bitch!" Phil had fallen half off the old sofa, was struggling to force me to open my mouth again. Another flick of sperm bolted onto my neck and I felt the stringy, slick stuff dribbling under my jersey. It was awful. The smell was sharp, sourish. Thank God none of it had gotten in my mouth!

Phil was jacking himself off, eyes rolled back in his head. As the throes overtook him completely, he let me go. By now my cheeks, my neck were dripping with the hot seed. I slipped backwards, fell on the floor on my ass.

"You're awful… I never want to see you…" Sobs racked me and I covered my face with my hands so I wouldn't have to watch him milk his cock. I somehow pushed myself up, staggered away crying towards the moonlit door.

The hall was littered with fallen plaster and I tripped, falling against the wall as I ran. The old house was so big I couldn't remember the way we'd come upstairs. I turned into two empty rooms before I found a junk-strewn stairway and started down. It was darker away from the windows and I had to go slow, wiping the drying cum from my face as I tried to pick my way between broken boards and litter. I came out into a large room. Only the tiniest sliver of light filtered down from the windows on the second-floor landing. I could hear my breath in my throat. I was too spaced to start crying again. I tried to comb my tangled hair down with my fingers, shivered when I felt the cummy dampness where my jersey had gotten wet. My cunt felt swollen and tingly. When I walked, the silken crotchband tickled against my thighs. I felt naked and awful and something else, too. What was that something else? Did it have something to do with the way my drenched cuntlips rubbed together as I walked? Yes, it did and it was the way my clit felt, too. It was swollen out from its tiny hood and the slight friction of my juicy petals against it reminded me of other things. Of Phil's cock in my hand, pulsing like a stick of dynamite. No, that was silly! Dynamite didn't pulse, and I hadn't liked his cock in my hand anyway. But thinking about it had already made me start breathing funny. Like I'd panted when he was kissing my cunt with his tongue. Like the way I'd gasped when he dug his fingers into the white plumpness of my ass.

I leaned against a door that hung half off its hinges. There was a sound… another. It had come from another hallway, a hallway that ended at a door. I let my fingers drag the wall as I moved. When I was within a few steps of the door, I saw it was open slightly. Janey's voice!

"Oohhh, yeah, honey."

Janey lay on a bed, undressed from the waist down. The shock of seeing her tan legs in the moonlight brought my hand to my mouth. I leaned weakly against the door frame, peeked closer. Farley lifted his head from between Janey's thighs. His lips were wet… I knew what from. Janey held her arms out, smiled.

"I don't think I can take your tongue another minute, baby!"

"You want something bigger?" Farley's thumbs made dents in the meat of her thighs. He was sitting back on his haunches so I couldn't see his cock, didn't want to.