John Kellerman - Tied up virgins

"I want to go back to the picnic," she gasped.

"Like… I'm gonna get what I came out here for." He pulled at the front of her cowboy shirt. Two snaps came open. Brit panicked. She didn't know what made her lift her knee. She didn't even think about doing it. But she did it and did it as hard as she could.

Will grabbed his balls and slumped to the ground. When he looked at her again his eyes were filled with rage. Brit ran. She didn't make it. Will moved surprisingly fast for a drunk man. He grabbed her by the elbows and dragged her screaming back to the patrol car. Her shirt was pulled half off in the struggle and Will stripped it the rest of the way and shoved her up on the hood. A handcuff clicked shut around her wrist and he secured the other end to a spotlight. She kicked and twisted and fought but he had another pair of cuffs out and did the same thing to her other wrist. She was handcuffed to the spotlights on each side of the patrol car, her arms pulled wide apart, her ass plunging and jerking in the middle of the hood. Brit realized with embarrassment that her cunt was about the place where a hood ornament might go.

"God damn I got you now!" Will laughed. He had another pull on his flask and undid his belt.

"Noooo!" The metal hood stuck to her back as she flopped. She felt so naked with her small breasts stuck up like that. And her shorts would be the next to go, she was sure of that.

When Will stepped close, she caught a glimpse of his cock. It was so much bigger than Billy Caruthers' little prick that it didn't even look human. Will had been circumcised, but that didn't diminish the thickness of his cock! In fact, it made it look bigger. The head was dusky and dark blue and it bulged out much bigger than the shaft which supported it. Brit bucked furiously on the car hood as he grabbed her shorts and slipped them down over the swells of her ass. The sensation of her pantycrotch coming away from her damp mound made her close her eyes. She was excited but scared to death. She didn't like to be forced like this. She had wanted soft kisses and whispered pleading from Will. What she was going to get was rape!

"Hold still, you little more! Hold still if you want me to eat you!"

Will's words made a shock wave ripple through her body. Her shorts and panties were flung aside and Will grabbed her ankles and spread them so wide that her pelvis popped. Then he buried his mouth against her blond cunt like she was fresh Texas Bar-B-Que. The sloppy, sucking sound as he gouged between her petals with his tongue brought choking cries from deep in her throat. She wasn't righting him now. Her back and thighs were rigid with the jolting, keen sensations as he stoked and licked her steamy clit.

"Ghhhhhaaaaa!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that," Will said, wiping his chin on her thigh and then diving into the slick mess again. Brit felt him forcing her outer lips wider, felt him tickle along the deepest part of her V. He was close to her unstretched hole now, tickling the edges, stringing her out.

"Ohhhh… don't do this…" she babbled, jerking against the cuffs. Her wrists ached when she did that, but the tension in her body when she strained for release added to the fires in her pussy. She didn't like being held, but the feeling of helplessness was exciting in a perverse, tantalizing way.

"You got to be the finest little blonde in Hillsborough. Every guy I know talks about eating you." Will laughed, licked his chin. "See, a blonde like you with little tits and a trim ass… that's eating stuff to a good old boy." Will pointed his tongue and danced it over the throbbing swell of her clit. Brit grunted and tried to keep her body still but after a few seconds she was pumping her firm bottom up and down on the metal hood.

"Don't try and hate it! You got to like it! Just like you'll like it when I shove my cock all the way to your throat."

"I… I… Ohhhhh!" Brit had screamed because Will had made his tongue slip into her tight little hole. The friction of it slipping past the convulsed muscles that controlled the opening was something she couldn't believe. It felt bigger than Billy's cock! If Will's tongue was like that, what would his prick feel like?

"You taste better than oysters," Will breathed, licking and slurping until Brit thought she'd lose her mind. She couldn't close her thighs. Will held them further apart than ever, his fingers grasping her trim ankles as he ate at her dripping, slick pussy. She could feel how stretched her silt was, how open it was. The folds and petals were forced back away from her hole and her clit poked out from the mess like a tiny finger wanting to be sucked. Will licked it savagely and Brit threw her bottom around and banged her head against the hood.

"Yeah, you like that don't you?"

"Naaaaa… Nhhoooo… Uhhhnnnn!" She thought that if he kept that up for very long, she'd have to come! The thrilling pulses of pleasure had already built along her back and through the meat of her thighs. She felt warm and buzzy all over. It was that familiar glow that came before she came!

"I'm gonna dick you good now," Will laughed. "The biggest cock you've ever had in your hot little twat, I'll bet." He breathed whiskey into her face as he leaned over her. "Who broke your cherry?" he hissed. "One of them little high school pricks? Huh?"

"Let me go!"

"Not on your ass, baby!"

He was a big man, Will was. When he leaned over the front of the car, his cock pressed upon her belly. It was hot and thick. Brit could feel the blood pumping through it, could feel the weight of the blood-filled head. Then Will covered her mouth and shoved his tongue deeply between her teeth. She tried to jerk her head away, but he caught her and kissed her until she whimpered. His cock slid down between her thighs. He was positioning it between the plump bulges of her mound, working it up and down to find her hole.

That friction, the rub of the spongy, huge cockhead against her velvety lining, made Brit spread her toes out. She didn't want that big prick inside her now that she'd seen how big it was. Her hopes of romance had been broken now that she knew what fucking was really like. There wasn't any romance to it. Just animal lust. At least that was the way it seemed with Will Steam. He didn't care about her feelings. He didn't even like her. He just wanted to fuck her.

"There it is! I feel that little pussyhole now!" Will laughed. "No, it isn't going to do you any good to close it up on me!"

"Ohhhhh, don't, fuck me! You're, way too big. You'll make a baby!"

"You teenagers are all alike," Will snarled. "You go around with hot pants but as soon as somebody starts to slide a cock up your pussy, you start worrying about babies!" Will cupped one of her small breasts, squeezing it to make it bigger. Then he gnawed on the pink wrinkle of the nipple. Brit lost her breath. She squirmed on the car hood until the metal squeaked against her sweaty back.

"Feel that thing stretching you," Will breathed. "It doesn't feel like it's possible does it? You don't seem big enough. But it'll fit. You damn right it will…" He sucked her other breast deep in his mouth and his tongue worked circles around her nipple. Brit arched her back, pounded her head or the hood. Little by little she could feel her insides sliding down over that streamlined barb. Her heat joined Will's and her juices flooded out to make the penetration easier. The circle of muscles ached as it was pushed open. The aching built to an agonizing pleasure. Brit had never known such pleasure. The fear, the ugliness of it all seemed to be fading as that cock took over her senses. That spear of hot flesh demanded her full attention. When she moved her hips slightly, it gouged in a new way, exciting her all the more.

"Hhuuuuuu… Ohhhhhh!"

"The head is almost in now, baby."