Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

Hardly conscious of what she was doing, she undid her blouse and pulled her bra down, letting her breasts flop out.

"Suck them, suck them," she moaned. "Bite them."

Donald needed no urging. His rough sexuality guided him. His teeth closed around the end of one nipple, biting, and Suzanne felt the stab of pain blended with exquisite pleasure.

"More, more," she cried out, and she heard a suppressed giggle from him as he responded. Vaguely she heard the tearing of cloth, and then looked down to see that his hands had ripped off her blouse, her bra, her skirt. The thin material had given way beneath his muscular arms, and she was lying naked under him, her breasts flopping from side to side with each movement of her body, and her crotch pinned by his penis, thrusting in and out with sublime regularity. She stared down.

He had raised himself up on his arms, and was looking at his penis as it entered and withdrew. It was a beautiful organ, she thought; not as thick as Ted's, but prettier. It was smooth and white, without any veins, just a solid shaft that was slick and erotic looking, sliding in and out of her oozing, slippery cunt. For a split second, she realized that she had more hair in her bush than he had around his organ. Oh, the infinite appeal of that young, lithe body with its large cock fucking her!

"More, more," she cried out, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, allowing him deeper penetration. His forehead was beaded with sweat, and she noticed his male musky odor had grown stronger. She made a passing mental note to record in her research that the poorer classes do not use deodorants. So much the better, she thought evilly; that smell excited her to an even greater degree. She felt she was being ravished by some animal, a primitive male, without regard for anything but the sex.

"Fuck, fuck," she whispered, almost to herself, and Donald grunted in response as he continued sucking and chewing on her breasts, his body once more lying atop her own, their hips moving together in sensuous rhythm, each gaining the most from the act.

Suzanne felt her vagina tingling, heating up; she felt hotter than she had ever felt before, and deep within her she felt the rise of her final massive convulsion that told her she was about to experience her first climax. Her hands clawed his back with greater intensity, and she began moaning loudly.

Then with a flash of light in her eyes she tightened around his shaft, gripping it within her. He groaned and wriggled, and then she felt his prick expand, and within the warm rush of his seed blended with her own juices.

"Jeez, I'm there, I'm there," he cried out.

"Come, come."

Her body seemed to lift off the floor; she was no longer aware of the hard surface that had been rubbing against her back. She was no longer conscious of where she was, what was happening. She only knew the consummate ecstasy that spread through every part of her body, her own orgasm blending with that of the boy whose hard spurting prick inside her was giving him the same ultimate thrill that she experienced.

Slowly their bodies subsided, and they lay together on the floor.

Donald's hands were stroking her hair, and she could feel his cock slowly getting soft and slipping out of her. She stared at him, and he smiled at her warmly.

"That was the best I've ever had," he murmured, all the roughness, violence and antagonism gone from his voice. He sounded like a small boy who had just been given some candy.

Suzanne rolled over on her stomach and slowly got to her feet, her torn clothes hanging down forlornly. With an impatient gesture, she pulled them off and stood naked. Donald's eyes ran over her appreciatively.

"You've got a groovy body," he commented.

"Thanks," she said briefly, and walked into the bathroom, reaching behind the door for her robe. She saw her reflection in the mirror and paused a moment; then she realized she wanted to urinate, and closed the door and sat down on the commode. A few minutes later, she flushed the toilet, tied the robe around her and opened the bathroom door.

"Donald…" she began, and then her blood froze as she saw Donald sitting in the chair, and opposite him on the couch, Ted, grinning from ear to ear, sitting beside a young Negro boy.

"Well, well, looks like you're all ready for action," said Ted. "Come here, Suzanne, I want you to meet a friend of mine. Clayton, say hello to the best goddamn lay in town."

The Negro youth grinned, revealing a set of beautiful teeth.

"Hi," he said, his voice deep and rich, sounding more like a mature man than the eighteen-year-old he obviously was.

Suzanne stared at Donald, and her eyes were icy.

"Donald…" she began, but he cut her short.

"I didn't know they were coming, Suzanne, honest," he said, and she knew he wasn't lying.

"What's the difference? We're here," said Ted, rising and walking towards her. She took a step back into the bathroom and slammed the door, but not quick enough. Ted's foot shot out and he pushed the door back, grabbing Suzanne's arm, pulling her out into the living room. Her robe gaped open, and Clayton gave a low whistle.

"Now that's what I call eatin' stuff," he muttered. "Come over here, baby."

Ted pushed her forward, and she whirled on him.

"If you don't leave right now, I'm going to scream," she said, her voice rising shakily.

"You know you won't," said Ted lazily. "What's it gonna look like with three of us up here? And if the cops come, I'll say you asked us up for a blowjob at a buck apiece."

Suzanne laughed contemptuously. "Try it," she said defiantly. "Any cop'd know I wouldn't ask a colored boy up to my apartment."

Clayton's face broke into a knowing grin.

"Well, well, we got a Grosse Pointe bigot here," he drawled.

"Whatsamatter with colored folk? You afraid it'll rub off? It doesn't, I promise you. You'll be just as clean afterwards as before, but maybe not so pure."

He laughed coarsely and bounded across the room, seizing her by the arm and pulling her body to his. She only realized then how tall he was, and how powerful. His arms closed around her, and she felt his wide, thick lips close around her mouth, and her stomach heaved. She was conscious of his odor, the same masculine smell that she found stimulating on Ted and Donald, but more intense, more musky. Her head reeled, and she struggled ineffectually. His hands tore at her robe, and she felt it slip off her shoulder and then fall away. His lips slipped down to her shoulder and licked her passionately, while his hands searched for her breasts and clung. She whimpered and thought she was going to faint. That was it! Her mind suddenly grasped at straws.

If she fainted, they'd probably get seared and leave.

Suzanne let her body go limp, a dead weight, and she felt his frame stiffen as his arms held her. She kept her eyes closed and remained silent.

"The chick's passed out," said Clayton, lowering her to the floor and letting her body collapse full length at his feet.

Ted laughed. "No matter," he said. "She's still got that cunt. Let's take her in turns. Hey…" He laughed again, more loudly. "Even better. You fuck her in front, and I'll cornhole her at the same time.

Real freaky."

"Crazy, man," said Clayton. "Come on, let's get with it."

She heard Donald's voice.

"Hey, no, man, that ain't right…" he began, and Ted's voice cut through the air like a pistol shot.

"Shut up!"

"I won't," said Donald. "She's a groovy girl, and that's no fair. Wait till she can fuck us proper. It ain't no fun fucking if she isn't with it."

Clayton chuckled and began undressing.

"She'll get with it once she feels my meat," he said. "You know I got the biggest meat in town."

Suzanne opened her eyes and stared terrified at the young men. Clayton had his shirt off and was just lowering his trousers, Ted's pants were off, and he was taking off his shirt. His sex was half-hard and swinging between his legs.