Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

She managed to break away, and she gasped out a strangled plea. "Ted, please, let me go!"

His arms continued holding her, and his eyes narrowed as they glared at her.

"I ain't lettin' you go," he drawled. "We're gonna have a little fun, just you, me and Donald."

Suzanne felt the tears come splashing down her cheeks.

"I… I'm not that sort of girl," she stammered.

Ted laughed loudly.

"You mean you don't screw around? All you rich bitches from Grosse Pointe fuck. I know. I've had plenty of 'em. And they always come back for more, because I got what it takes. Here, you feel for yourself."

He grabbed her hand and pulled it down between his legs. Her fingers touched the growing hardness there, and she struggled even more.

"Donald, please help me," she begged, turning to the younger boy, and then her eyes widened with horror. Donald was standing, his fly open and his erect penis jutting forth, held in his hands which massaged it gently up and down. "Donald!" Her voice rose almost to a scream, and Ted's hand clamped over her mouth in a flash.

"Now don't you do anything stupid like screaming," he said threateningly. "You got a real purty face. It wouldn't look too good all beat up now, would it?"

Ted began pulling her over to the alcove with the bed.

"Come on, baby brother, you know what to do," he said, his voice chuckling evilly, "Start with her skirt. I want to see that nice hairy pussy of hers."

Suzanne couldn't believe it was happening. This was a nightmare, she knew. Donald was a nice boy. He wouldn't do anything like that. He couldn't. She stared disbelievingly as Donald came over, his penis jutting from his pants, a long, thick organ that she could hardly believe was possible on such a young boy.

Ted held her tightly, and Donald's hands searched for the zipper on the side of her skirt. Her entire body was trembling. She felt him fumble, and then the zipper slid down, and her skirt slipped to the floor.

"Wow, look at them legs!"

Donald's hands grasped her underwear, and pulled down, and she felt the cool rush of air against her crotch. Ted bent her over backwards, and pulled her down on the bed, still holding one hand over her mouth. He lifted his head to get a better view of her naked thighs and hips.

Donald was already kneeling between her legs, staring hard at her, while his hand caressed his penis.

"Jeez, that's eatin' stuff. Go at it!"

She felt Donald's hands come forward, run up the inside of her thighs and come to rest on her cunt-lips, pulling them open with a sudden movement. She heard him whistle, and then his head came forward and his mouth closed over her mound, his tongue licking her ravenously. She felt his flesh hot upon her own, and the tip of his tongue flicking across her clitoris. A flash of fire went through her loins, and she struggled.

"She likes it, don't you, Miss Rich Bitch?" hissed Ted softly. "Well, you're gonna git it, so you may as well quit all this struggling. And one peep outa you, and I'll let you have it, right across the mouth."

Suzanne's mind was reeling. She could not believe what was happening to her. Mentally she cried out for Sam, for her parents, for Yvonne, for anyone who might come and rescue her from this terrible predicament.

These two vile kids were going to rape her; she knew it, and she knew she was powerless to prevent it.

"Okay, you've had a taste," snapped Ted. "Now get her top off. I wanna see those tits."

Donald raised up, and after a few seconds manipulating the buttons on her blouse, he pulled her blouse away, and then undid her bra. As her things fell away, her breasts lay exposed to their lecherous eyes.

"Oh, wow, that's what I call tits!" Ted's voice was filled with admiration and lust. "Now you settle down, and remember, one peep, and you're gonna be sorry."

He released her, and swung around, his mouth closing over her left breast. Donald came forward and began sucking on her right nipple, while his hand pushed into her crotch and his finger began playing with her wet, warm pussy.

She stared down at the two young men, conscious of the waves of sensual desire that were flooding her body. She had never in her life experienced such sensations. From the fingers in her crotch to the lips on her breasts, electric tingles were coursing through her, and she felt the depths of her vagina responding, a tumultuous wave of erotic desire, and over it all an all-consuming fear that made her tremble from head to toe.

Ted raised up and fumbled with his fly. A moment later, his own massive organ sprang into view, and Suzanne gasped audibly. It was even thicker and longer than Donald's, with a large, flat dark red head pushing through the folds of foreskin, angrily pointing at her. Ted laughed softly.

"Told you I had what it takes," he said, "Go down and say hello to him.

He won't bite you, but he'll sure spit in your eye if you kiss him right."

His hand came behind her neck, and pulled her down. She felt the end of his penis touch her lips, and a wave of nausea wracked her. She struggled, and felt the warm organ slide between her lips and into her mouth.

"Suck it, you bitch, suck it!"

In sheer desperation, she began rubbing her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasting for the first time the musky firmness of his sex and the sensuousness of the skin around his rod. He began humping, and she felt it slide in and out, ramming all the way into her throat and then out again.

Oh, God, she thought to herself, how long does this go on? Why can't they leave me alone instead of making me do all these obscene things, and then… would they want more?

Would they want to take her virginity?

Suzanne tried hard not to burst into hysterical tears, but merely kept on sucking at the massive organ that was being pounded into her mouth with mounting speed and firmness. She heard Ted begin to moan, and his hands came around the back of her neck, holding her in position.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," he cried out, and she was conscious of his fingers digging into her neck while his penis seemed to flex and grow thicker as he rammed it into her throat, almost choking her. It seemed to pulsate, to throb even more as it was driven quicker and quicker in and out of her mouth, sliding between her lips like a fiery lollipop, almost too big for her to lick comfortably. Then he cried out, "Here she comes, oh, suck it, you cunt, suck it good. Oh, woweeeee, shoot, shoot, shoot, you big dick, shoot into this cunt. Give it to her, baby." And then, with a flood, he ejaculated into her mouth.

Suzanne tasted the hot, sweet-salty semen spurting forth from the wide end of his rod, and automatically she gulped and swallowed the thick, warm fluid that kept on coming, load after load, while his hands held her head and his fingernails sank into her skin. Vaguely she heard Donald's excited giggling mingled with Ted's orgasmic groans of pleasure.

Then, mercifully, it was over. She felt his penis soften and slowly withdraw. His hands released her head, and he lifted himself off and sat down on the bed, still breathing heavily, and grinning at her.

"For a rich bitch, you do pretty good," he said grudgingly. "That sure felt good. Okay, baby brother, your turn."

Suzanne's eyes opened wide again as she stared at Donald, his penis still projecting menacingly from his pants.

"Go on, suck him off, too, you cunt," snapped Ted. "He wants a little."

Before she could voice her protests, Donald had straddled her chest and pushed his penis towards her mouth. Again she felt the firmness of male flesh in her mouth, and she began sucking. Donald began groaning immediately, and moving his hips, thrusting his firm organ rapidly in and out of her. She realized he was not as large as his brother, for which she was thankful. At least it was easier to cope with, and subconsciously she knew he was almost at the peak of excitement. She brought her hands up and began fondling his testicles, pulling on them gently, her fingernails trailing through his pubic hair.