Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

"Oh, oh, oh," he moaned. "Jeez, that's good. Oh, take it, take it all."

Then with a convulsive shudder, she felt him push his organ deep into her throat and hold it there as it throbbed and flexed, shooting his seed into her while she gulped and swallowed.

He went soft almost at once, and withdrew, climbing off her and lying down on the bed, panting, and saying how wonderful it had been. She heard Ted laugh softly, and then his hand was in her crotch, his fingers probing greedily into her dripping canal.

"Okay, bitch, you ready for some real action now?"

She stared at him wordlessly; she felt defiled, degraded, with her mouth still tasting of the hot come and her body aching from the effort and the weight of their bodies on her. She looked down and saw that Ted's penis was hard once again, its slick surface gleaming from the saliva that still clung to it. He had pulled the foreskin all the way back, exposing the wide, red head which shone angrily like a cobra ready to strike.

"Spread your legs, baby, poppa's coming in for a landing!"

Ted crawled over, and just as he positioned himself between her thighs, Suzanne became suddenly galvanized into action. She raised up from the bed, trying desperately to scramble away.

"Oh, no, you don't," snapped Ted, pushing her back. "You grab her, Donald. Hold this bitch while I fuck her."

Donald quickly tied her ankles to the bedpost, using her stockings, then moved above her head, his knees pinning her shoulders to the bed and his hands holding her head.

"Please… please… not that, please not that. I've never done that before. Oh, please, Ted… Donald… I'll do anything, but not that."

They both stared at her, their faces disbelieving.

"Whaddya mean, you ain't done that before?" rasped Ted, his face sneering down at her. "You ain't cherry, is you?"

She nodded. "Yes, yes. I've never done that with anyone."

Ted looked at Donald, and they both burst into loud contemptuous laughter.

"Now I've heard it all," said Ted. "This bitch comes from Grosse Pointe and she says she's cherry. Shit, baby, the chicks I know from Grosse Pointe start fucking when they're six or seven. Don't hand me that shit."

He leaned forward, lowering his erect penis between her legs and sliding it slowly up towards her vagina. Suzanne felt the tears start again, and she sobbed uncontrollably. Across her mind flashed an image of Sam, lying next to her, and she knew it could never happen; she would never go to her wedding night a pure virgin. It was happening now, and with someone who was coarse, rough, and didn't care for her at all as a person; to him she was just a sex object. There was no love involved, and to her sex without love was meaningless. Oh, Sam, Sam…

She felt the end of his penis push aside her vulva, and penetrate. She felt the wide, slick surface brush against her clitoris, and she cried out, her body convulsing with the rising tide of her own sexual response. Then she felt a sharp pain, and he stopped thrusting, pausing a moment; then with a vicious jab, he broke through and his entire length slid into her. The exquisite feel of his enormous organ within her vagina overcame the pain she felt, and as he began moving his hips, withdrawing, then plunging back in again, she found her own body joining his in a smooth rhythm. Ted moaned, and heard him speak.

"Oh, yes, baby, yes. She's gettin' with it, Donald, she's gettin' with it."

Donald was kneeling on the floor, his head level with the bed, his eyes glued on the sight of his brother's penis entering her dripping crack, ramming home so hard that his balls slapped against her bare buttocks every time.

Suzanne found her arms going around Ted's back, clawing at his shirt, digging into his flesh beneath. Her breath became deeper and louder; she realized she was no longer crying, but moaning with sublime ecstasy. The moment she had waited so long for had finally happened, and it was better than she had dreamed it would be; more wonderful than her wildest imagination had told her; more stimulating than her momentary masturbation had ever been. She finally had a big cock in her, and she was riding it, taking it all the way up to the hilt, and feeling it probe her depths. Despite her feeling of degradation, she wanted to scream to the rooftops: "Look, I'm fucking. At last, I'm fucking!" She wanted her mother to walk in at that second so she could cry out, "Look, mother, I'm doing it and it's wonderful. He's got the biggest dick in the world and I'm getting fucked by it!"

She moved her hips faster and faster to match his growing excitement, and then she heard him grunt and ram his rod deep into her and hold it there. His body shuddered and she felt the warm rush of his come within her, discharging into her and running down between her legs. Then her own insides convulsed, and she cried out as she felt wave after wave of supreme delight wash through her, and she felt herself being lifted, like she was floating on clouds, drifting high above the bed, suspended on the end of his magnificent cock that was buried deep inside her.

"You're a good fuck, baby, I'll say that."

His words brought her back to earth with a rush, and she felt him roll off her, his penis withdrawing from her. He knelt between her fettered legs, and stared down at her.

"Jesus, you really were cherry!"

Ted's eyes widened as he saw the telltale bloodstains on the bed and the smears around her pubic area. He frowned down at her, and fumblingly untied her.

"How come? How come you wuz cherry?"

"Because I was, that's why," Suzanne replied, her voice quavering with the sudden return to reality and the horror she felt within her. "I told you… I told you…" And then the tears cascaded down her cheeks, and she rolled over on her stomach, sobbing loudly and almost out of control.

She felt the bed move as Ted got up, and there was the rustle of clothing as he and Donald zipped themselves up.

"Hey."

She heard his voice, but she remained face down. Then she felt his hand on her shoulder, pulling her over. His face glowered down at her.

"We're gettin' out of here, but you'd better not say anything about what's happened, you hear?"

She stared mutely up at him, biting her lips.

"One word out of you, and I'll call your ma and pa up and tell them you've been putting out, you understand? So you keep your goddamn mouth shut."

He straightened up, and she looked dumbly at him and Donald as they moved towards the door. They paused and looked back at her. Ted grinned evilly.

"You're a good lay," he said grudgingly. "Good enough for a second helping. So maybe we'll be back."

He opened the door and they left, slamming the door behind them. As their footsteps clattered down the stairs, Suzanne rolled over and buried her face in the pillow and her body shook with sobs. Slowly she subsided, and was conscious of the chill on her skin. Slowly she eased off the bed and walked into the bathroom. For a moment, she stared at herself in the mirror, at the swollen lips, her red-rimmed eyes, the finger marks on her breasts, and the red smears around her vagina.

Almost mechanically, she reached for the faucets and let the hot, steaming water run into the tub, and after adjusting the temperature, she slowly lowered her aching body into the warm depths. She stretched out and closed her eyes. Oh, God, she thought, I pray I don't get pregnant. Please, God, don't let me be pregnant.

In the dim recesses of her mind, she heard the voice of her sociology instructor: "Lotsa luck!"

Slowly Suzanne opened her eyes and gazed around her bedroom. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow around her. For a split second she began to smile, looking forward to another day; then the memory of the experiences with Donald and Ted came flooding back, swamping out the happy anticipation and replacing it with a tide of renewed horror.