J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

She was forced to open her eyes as his prick seemed to grow and quiver between her grasping fingers. A little drop of white appeared on the end and she jerked her hand back.

"That's all right," he said. "I'm ready for some serious business."

Now he jerked her gown up from the bottom and bunched it around her waist. He jerked off her panties and caressed her soft asscheeks for a moment.

"Virgin pussy," he whispered. "There's nothing I like better."

He pushed her legs open wider and inserted one finger into her vagina. He rubbed it around until his hips started moving in time to his finger. Then he stretched out against her body with his hard prick rubbing against her legs. She felt a little wet spot where the tip of his cock touched her.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to like it."

He pressed his prick against her vulva. She realized that she was really going to get fucked. He wasn't going to have any sudden last minute show of mercy. In a minute she was no longer going to be a virgin.

She could feel the head going into her pussy. The head of his cock stopped just inside her pussy. He kept moving in circular movements so that his cock rubbed all over her pussy walls.

He pushed and she felt a pain as his prick pressed against her hymen. He pushed again and his blood-filled prick tore through her virgin pussy walls and entered her cunt. He went into her deeply. She felt his heavy balls resting against her asscheeks.

"Ohhhh," Sally groaned.

"Be still," Duke said. "Just rest a minute. You'll start feeling good in a few minutes."

She felt like she'd never feel good again. His hot, swollen prick stretched her insides. She felt as if he had torn her apart. She felt as if movement would kill her.

Then the hot wetness started again. Her eyes blinked open in shock. She felt her hot pussy dripping juice. She had once used her fingers on herself but she'd gotten nothing out of it. She had never had feelings like this.

He started to fuck her. He entered her with a deep, hard stroke and then he withdrew until only the tip of his cock rested inside her. He would wait a moment and then plunge once more into her wet moistness.

"Ahhhhh," Duke moaned. "Tight. So tight. I love tight pussy."

He kept fucking her until she felt hot spasms of delight going all through her body. She didn't know what was happening but she was starting to love it. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. His hard chest pressed closer to her titties.

Her body was catching fire. Something was growing in her, something like an explosion. She didn't know what it was, and then she realized that she was fixing to have her first orgasm.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

She was ready for his deep stroke again when he pulled out of her. She protested loudly.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Tell me and I'll put it back in."

She thought he was crazy. He had made her like this. He knew what she wanted. Then she understood that he wanted her to say the words, to say things she'd never before thought of. She shook her head. She had been humiliated enough. She couldn't go that far. He was cruel to be doing this to her. He'd raped her and brought her to the brink and now he was holding back.

"Beg me," he said.

She shook her head again. She felt like she was going crazy. Her muscles were spasming in her legs. She wanted that fine, sturdy cock in her pussy again, but she just couldn't give in that much.

Then he started that circular movement again, just at her pussy entrance. It drove her mad with desire. She couldn't stand it any longer.

"Please," she begged him. "Please!"

"Please what?" he asked. "You sweet young pussies know the words. Tell me what you want."

She had never before used a dirty word. She'd seen them written on bathroom walls. She'd heard other girls use them. She'd even heard teachers utter an occasional damn or hell. But she had always tried to keep from saying things like that. But she knew she had to give him what he wanted, and she needed that huge cock inside of her, filling her and stretching her cunt walls.

"Oh please," she said. "Put it in me. Do it to me. Fuck me!"

She heard herself saying the word and she was excited by it. She almost climaxed then and there. His stiff prick filled her again. She felt a tickle in her cunt and then she screamed. Her nails dug into his back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Oh!" she said. "Oh! What's happening to me? Oh what are you doing to me? Oh Goodness!"

"Feel it, baby," he urged. "Feel that hot cock inside your pussy. Feel it move your ass."

She moved against him hard and screamed. Her hot juices flooded his cock and dripped onto the seat. Her body writhed with animal pleasure. She could hear her own voice crying for him to stroke her deeper and deeper.

"Oh dear Lord!" she cried.

Her head seemed to explode and her eyes grew teary. He continued to fuck her as long as she trembled and cried beneath him.

He waited until she stopped trembling and then he withdrew his cock. She looked at him in puzzlement. She knew that boys had to come before they were satisfied. She knew little about cocks but she knew she had felt nothing inside of her. What was he doing now?

She looked down at his swollen prick covered with her juices and with the blood of her virgin pussy. Duke took her hand and guided her to stroke him as she'd been doing before.

"I want you to see it," he explained. "I want you to see your first cum."

She watched his cock grow and quiver beneath the touch of her fingers. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Then he exploded in a hot stream of white that struck her thighs and her belly. Great gobs of white that kept spewing from the end of his hot cock. She felt her hands get sticky from his white love juice but she didn't take her hand away. She kept stroking him until his cock quit spurting.

Then he was finished. He sighed and fell back against the door.

"Okay," he said. "That's it."

"What?" she asked.

"That's it. You've had your fun. Now get dressed and get out."

She looked at him in disbelief. He had started to dress again. He was pulling on his shorts and trousers. She realized, with a shock, that he had never even taken his cowboy hat or his boots off.

"You heard me," he said. "Get dressed and get out. I've no more time for you."

Sally pulled on her panties and buttoned herself back into her bra and gown.

"Your boyfriend should be back soon," Duke said. "You know how it is, don't you darling. Old Duke has to travel on. But don't you worry. I might pass this way again. You be good, now."

She got out of the car and watched him start the motor. He gave her a grin and he pulled the car out of the grove of trees and drove away. She watched until he had vanished around a corner in the road.

Sally was still standing where Duke had left her when Bill came back. She was hurt and afraid. She could feel the stickiness of Duke's cum between her thighs. Bill pulled up beside her and stopped. He looked properly contrite.

"Sally," he said. "I'm sorry."

Sally muttered that it was all right. He looked at her in surprise. Bill had expected Sally to yell at him and to carry on hysterically. But instead he found her looking at him with a dreamy, distant look.

"I am sorry," he said, as she got into the car.

"I told you that it was all right," Sally said.

Sally kept up her strange act all during the ride to school and during the dance. All her friends mentioned her strangeness to Bill. Bill explained that he couldn't understand it. She danced with him but her mind seemed far away. She didn't laugh and flirt as she usually did.

Usually it was Bill who tried to get Sally to leave the dance early so that they could go somewhere and park. Tonight it was Sally who suggested it.