grinned his satisfaction and wormed a finger under the leg-band to insert it, smoothly, into the top of her quivering cuntal slit, then searched for and found the tiny bud of her clitoris, hidden in its protected valley. With gentle fingers, he rubbed at it and felt it surge to alert erection under his teasing manipulation. He knew the effect it would have on her. It was the seat of her sensuality he taunted.

Lois felt the erotic thrill of his touch, but she cringed, inwardly, as she continued her unproductive debate with herself. Of one thing she was sure: She didn't want him to go any further, God! Why have I let him get this far? This is insane…!

'Oh, please… Harry! Don't do-do that! I can't let you go through with it!' she moaned, as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart. His hand was tugging at the thin, nylon crotch of her panties… the only protection there was for her defensively cringing vaginal opening.

'It's too late… baby doll!' Harry laughed.

Twisting his hand into the wisp of nylon, he gave a hard yank and tore the crotchband asunder, the material ripping, loudly leaving her young, tender cunt naked and defenseless. Her body trembled with the outrage.

'No! Oh, God! No!' she cried aloud, clenching her thighs tightly together, and a hand went down, instinctively, to cover her exposed shame.

'Take your hand away… and open those thighs!' he ordered. '… Or do you want me to get tough with you…?'

'Y-You wouldn't dare… hit me!' she challenged.

Wild fury was in Harry's eyes. He shook his fist in front of her face. 'Don't try me!' he threatened.

Disgust for herself, fear of Harry… and that need she tried to deny worked to defeat her. Slowly, she relaxed the quivering muscles of her thighs, allowing the alabaster-white, tapering columns to splay out, slightly, revealing the coral-pink furrow glistening moistly there, a sparse ring of golden, blonde hair accenting the loveliness of the spectacle displayed to his lewdly staring eyes, and he could see the soft pink of her inner petals, bedewed with viscous moisture, peeping out, almost shyly. Above, her clitoris pulsated, wildly, in its only half-hidden valley.

… Then, it began for her!

She didn't want it… and she was helpless to stop it! Erotically, she felt his finger tracing the thin, pink slit of her pulsing, naked cunt, and she shivered with abhorrence, trying to squirm away from it. Then, he insinuated his finger into her cuntal passage, and there was a moment of salaciously prurient agitation… of warm need… and a strange, masochistic desire… of wanting it to go on, debasing her, humiliating her, beyond reason. She couldn't have explained it. It was just there… keening in her body-mind, as he shoved that tantalizing finger deeper inside her warm, moistly tremulant cunt.

Lois moaned in an agony of emotional conflict… of wanting… and not wanting. Her nerve endings were alive with the singing shimmer of sensual sensation, the electric shock of it spreading down her thighs and up her tingling spine. Her loins were responding, surgingly, to him. She didn't want it to happen this way… the way he had promised. God! Why doesn't he just crawl on top of me… shove it in and do it…?

Screwing her hips down into the soft mattress, she tired to squirm away from his tantalizing finger, her moan changing to a mewling whimper of helplessness, as he thrust in and out of her several times, then he parted the softly curling blonde hair to make another, sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing head of her erectile clitoris. She could feel the viscid moisture seeping from her, as unwanted and forbidden sexual excitement claimed her. With a groan, she clenched her teeth, fighting against the salacious pleasure he was causing her. It was a last ditch battle. She knew she couldn't let it go on. I'm being stupid… playing right into his hands… doing what he wants me to do!

Forcefully, Lois pushed against his chest, writhing and kicking to escape him. It was her last chance to get out of that trailer… without compromising herself!

'Stop it! Leave me alone damn you!' she spat. 'You're just using me f-for your own purpose!'

Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Harry Williams off guard, but he wasn't surprised enough to release her. He caught her wrists in his steel-fingered grip and pinned her to the mattress with his bulky body.

'You little bitch!' he grunted, forcing a beefy thigh between her legs to wedge them open, while his finger went right on plundering the moist readiness of her clasping vaginal opening. 'You're just as hot for it as I am! Your cunt's all wet… ready to be fucked… but you won't admit it! So… why don't you relax… and start to enjoy it?'

She stared up into the lewd smile on his face, no ready answer coming to her. Oh, God… he's right!

… Then, slowly, Lois stopped struggling, and she relaxed down into the softness of the mattress, the insane horror of her situation drumming into her frantic brain. She had been trapped… and part of the snare had been her own body.

Tears of humiliation began to glisten in her eyes. She was revulsed at her own role, but now there was nothing she could do, as she found that the teasingly cruel play of his fingers in her cunt elicited uncontrollable responses in her. Against her will, she felt her hips begin to move in tiny, undulant circles under her.

Rolling her head from side to side, the maddening sensations in her building ever higher, she realized that she was no longer trying to escape him. Her hips were beginning to raise her loins up to his plundering hand, wanting more of the frenzied, nerve shocking sensations that vibrated through her tender, sensate pussy.

'Oh! Oooohh! Oooooohhh… God!' she whimpered, involuntarily.

Harry released her wrists and bringing a hand up, stopped her flailing head, grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her tight. He kissed her, solidly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, while below he continued to rub, massagingly, at her naked, defenseless cunt. After a few moments, he mumbled into her mouth, 'It's time to get those damned clothes off!'

Dully, she knew she would get undressed; it was almost a foregone conclusion. He had already ripped her panties away. There wasn't really much left…

Lois felt him raise her up, heard the zipper of her dress whisper down her back… and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about what she was doing.

Helping him with the proper movements, at the right time, shrugging her shoulders, raising and lowering her hips, she was soon wearing only her bra and the remnants of her panties, then as he unfastened her bra, she felt the cool air rush over her swelling breasts. Her hard, distended nipples came up pointing spear-like into the palms of his hands as he reached for the full-mounded smoothness of them. His work-hardened hands encompassed the warm, vibrant flesh to knead and massage caressingly. Then, he was teasing the sensate nipples, rolling them between his fingers to generate ever more sensation in her.

Finally, she felt his moistly hot mouth, as he took one of the erect, sensitive buds, including the whole aureole, between his lips, his tongue licking and lips sucking hard on the coned out nipple. It was maddening… and huge blinding streaks of heat lightning grounded in her loins. Now, she was moaning almost unceasingly.

Likewise, he paid the other breast similar homage, his long, agile tongue trailing, wetly, down through the narrow defile between the magnificent orbs of her breasts, and she found herself tensing her stomach muscles, as he slithered down over her body, tongue daring moistly into the dimple of her navel, while his hands still continued their constant caressing of her aching breasts.

Now, she could feel his hands leave her breasts to move down along her ribs and the outside of her thighs, catching the waistband of her ruined panties and removing the wisp of ragged cloth, then they massaged up the insides of her satiny-smooth thighs, spreading them wide to expose her naked pussy to him, completely. The sound of his raspy breathing was loud inside the trailer, as once again, his fingers plundered her tight, moistly pulsing cuntal passage… but this time he had plunged not one… but two of his fingers deeply into her heated vaginal portal… Then, suddenly, he was gone. She kept her eyes closed. She guessed what was happening and knew she was right when she heard the sigh of a zipper, the rustling whisper of cloth and the thump of his shoes on the floor. She kept her eyes closed… because she didn't want to look.

'You can't keep your eyes closed all the time… Lois… so you might as well open them up and take a good look!' he grunted.

It was true! She'd have to look at him… sooner or later. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyelids. She saw it… and gasped.

He was naked, kneeling between her widespread legs, his big face distorted in a lewd grin, as he watched her reaction. Involuntarily, her eyes swept over the hairy bulkiness of his big, solid body, her gaze coming to rest and locking onto the thick length of his fully erect penis, lancing out from his muscular loins, below, obscenely. His hands went around the hardened shaft to stroke its massive length, the foreskin slipping easily over the bulbous,

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