Joan Kelly: Rape me!

"Give…" Janey took a lungful of air, let it out with a shudder. She sat up on the broken bed. I could see the pink tips of her nipples.

"You want me to?"

"Give," Janey sighed, opening her mouth. "Let me wet your dick real good first."

I clamped my eyes shut, gritted my teeth together. I might escape back down the hall. I might find my way out of the old house and find the car and lock myself in. But I might run into Phil again, too. I didn't know what he might do or say. I didn't feel safe running around in the wrecked old mansion. I dared to look again. Farley was on his knees on the bed, one resting on Janey's head as she reached out with slender fingers to caress the undershaft, to heft the eggs that hung in their wrinkled sac. Farley groaned some half-word, framed her face in his palms and pulled her forward. Could she actually want to suck his cock? The image of Phil's cock rushed back to haunt me. I could taste the musky, odd taint of his knob shoving into my mouth, cramming my tongue back until I had been forced to suck against the bottom of his swollen tip. Awful… and yet the memory had made my cunt go squishy again. I put my hand on the wall outside the room where Janey and Farley lay, pressed my tits against the doorjamb. My nipples were like rubbery little fingers and even through my bra, they tinged as I rubbed them against the hardness.

"Your tongue's so damn hot… Uhhhh!" It was Farley, his head thrown back, hands curled over the tops of Janey's thin shoulders. I couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked, her fine, blonde hair cascading over her chest, over Farley's fingers. And even when she pushed out her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, I was trembly with the gracefulness of her movements, and maybe for a split second saw myself doing that… I shook my head, held my breath. No, it was wrong what Janey was doing. She had made her tongue into a spit-wet trough now and was cradling the heavy cock that sprouted up out of Farley's groin. She had flattened her palms so that his balls just rested against them and as she moved her tongue slowly in and out, she curled her fingers again and tugged the heavy eggs slightly. Farley licked his lips. He was panting heavily, touching the soft hollows of Janey's neck, brushing with a fingertip where her lips inched close to his prick. And Janey brought herself even closer. Her upper lip curled back glistening and wet. She rested it against the top of his knob as her tongue slid in and out, in and out, lapping noisily against his cock's underside.

I shook my head again, wondering if I was seeing right. But I was. With a soft, wet pop Janey let the swollen crown of Farley's cock slip into her mouth. He grunted, the muscles in his ass going hard with tension.

Janey's breath hissed from her nose as she began to bob her head forward and back on the huge prick. I saw her cheek bulge on the side. Her eyes closed, opened again very slowly. Then Farley tucked his ass under and drove forcefully up and in. Janey's throat pumped as she tried to make room for all of his cock. I couldn't believe she could. And just as I knew she would have to choke and gag, Farley pulled back, back far enough for his knob to ride out against her teeth and then all the way out until the little lobes on the bottom meted on Janey's pouty bottom lip. She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled at him. The moon highlighted her blondeness, the tiny hairs on her cheeks. She liked it! She actually liked sucking his cock! My cuntlips flooded with another wash of slickness. I felt the moisture spreading in my curly thatch, wetting the inside of one thigh. The panty crotch dangled there to remind me what Phil had done with his knife. My throat was dry again. I would… yes, even a beer. I wanted to leave, too, but wanted to stay even more. I didn't ask myself why.

"That's wet enough, baby," Farley whispered, kissing Janey's mouth where only a second before his cock had warmed. They kissed for a long time, Janey twisting her face around and moaning through her nose. I could see Farley's tongue jabbing out the sides of her cheeks and the spit popped at the corner of her mouth. Her pink nipples weren't so tiny now. I hadn't seen them change but when I looked, when she turned to catch the moonlight from the window, I saw their silhouettes. They looked strange, so big in comparison to the gentle swells of her tits.

Janey slumped back down on the old bed as Farley lowered himself between her parted knees. Without thinking about right and wrong, I pushed my hand down under my dress and pressed against the naked lips of my cunt. I could feel the place the silk had been cut and the hot dampness of my excitement. I smoothed a finger through my tumid petals. My knees trembled. I leaned harder against the doorjamb, breath hot and dry in my throat. Janey whimpered.

"God, I'm glad I met you tonight, Farley. I've been thinking about you all weekend… Ohhhhh!" Farley had shoved the head of his cock into her slit. I saw the cuntlip swell beck to make room and as he guided his knob up and down her seeping gash with his hand, Janey began to writhe her hips on the bed.

"Oh, damn! Oh, fuck!"

"You're wet, baby. Really wet!"

"I want to make you wet, too… Uhhhhh, your cock's so big."

Farley pushed his hips, leaned forward. A funny little gurgle came from Janey's throat. "It has… but go on. Stick your prick in!"

Farley covered one of her boobs with his mouth, sucking all of its quivery plumpness between his lips. She twitched under him, arched her back up from the bed. I saw his cock slide forward and bury another inch of hot meat inside her cunt. I stroked my fingers roughly against my clit, tickling the same spot where Phil's prick had touched for a moment. Janey pressed the side of her face against the bed. I saw a line of drool trickle from her mouth and wet the blanket Farley had thrown down to fuck her on. He pumped his ass in sharp jerks and each time, Janey's body jerked, too. She bit her bottom lip, moaned loudly. Her cuntlips were spread apart and Farley was pushing her knees wider to open up her hole for his shaft to enter. I tried to lick my lips, but my tongue wasn't wet enough to do any good. I could smell my own heat, the heat between my legs wafting up from the ruined tangle of my panties.

I could see how strong Farley was now. His back rippled with belts of muscle as he forced his cock deeper in the hot juice of Janey's open pussy. He was broad in the shoulders, powerful in the hips. He looked strong enough to do anything he wanted to the willowy girl under him, and I trembled at the thought of having him after me. I'd been lucky with Phil… lucky to get away.

"Oh, honey," Janey gasped, "you're killing me so… good!" She bucked her hips against his spear and then squealed with pain as more of the shaft disappeared between her slick cuntlips. It looked like an inch or two of his cock was left, and when Farley pressed deep again, Janey yelped with pain and her hands flew to his hips where she dug her nails deep.

"No more… remember last time it was the same."

"I wish I could stretch your snatch more…"

"Oh, God, you'll tear me apart! Honey, don't… noooo!"

I almost ran into the room, almost wanted to hit Farley over the head with something. But he laughed in his throat and kissed Janey on her short nose.

"I won't… I won't hurt you."

His hips ground slowly, pushed out and in. The juice, that seeped from Janey's cunt made a snicking, clicking noise as the suction of her clinging petals was broken. The pain on her face softened, melded into a hungrier look. Her hands weren't trying to stop Farley from fucking her now, but guiding him as he plunged his cock in and out of her cunt. I saw her thin fingers reach between them and feel the place where her cunt was pressed in as Farley stabbed his prick deep. He always stopped before his balls bumped against Janey's ass. There was at least two inches of cock that she just couldn't take. I knew then how huge his prick must be.