Sonny shoved her back down brutally. 'Not so fast. We won't take time to ball today. Save that for another time. We'll take a quicker trip.'
At first Angie didn't know what he meant. Quicker trip? Sonny didn't waste his time explaining. He stepped up close to her, put his left foot on her right calf lying on the ground, anchoring it there. His wrinkled penis dangled in her front of her face. His stale body odors sickened her. Oh no! Not that dirty thing. Her stomach convulsed, wanting to vomit. Turning her head away from him, she pulled her lips inside her mouth and held her jaw tightly closed. Please, God, send someone to save me!
Sonny's eyes gleamed. That little whore, thinking she was too fine for him. Her hoity-toity manners. Throwing her little ass around in front of every boy at school. He'd show her. He knew about all that balling she'd been doing. Overheard Brad and his gang bragging about it. Well, he'd take his too. It was only fair.
'Open up,' he ordered. He pushed his half-erect penis against her cheek, her ear, her chin, her forehead.
Angie cringed away from the probing organ. She leaned over, holding her head close to the ground. This couldn't be happening to her! Raped by the worst boy in school!
Sonny smiled sadistically. 'Want some persuading, huh?' He stepped down hard on her right leg. Angie cried out. Quickly he let go of her arm and grabbed her shiny black hair. He jerked her head up, pulling hard on her hair until he saw tears come to her eyes.
'Please,' Angie begged. 'P-please.' If only someone would come!
Sonny laughed at the pain he saw in her eyes.
'You want a broken leg?' He shifted more weight on her leg. The heel of his shoe smashed painfully into her calf, making an angry red welt. Angie whimpered.
'You want no hair?' He yanked her head back.
Angie's necked ached at the unnatural angle he was forcing it into.
He pressed his penis against her infolded mouth. 'Take it!'
Angie's eyes clouded with pain. She could see he meant it. The shoe cut deeper into her leg. A scream started deep in her throat and forced its way out. Sonny watched her mouth opening and held his penis ready to ram it in. Before the sound could escape, it was cut off by his slowly hardening cock. Angie felt its length slither across her tongue. She tasted its stale sweat. It palpitated in her mouth softly as though it were already going to explode. No, no, no! Don't let it happen to her!
Sonny began sliding the big prick in and out. Her warm wet mouth gave it a pleasing jolt. He kept moving it in and out, feeling his desire rise in it.
Angie could feel each hair ache at its root. And the pain in her leg was steady. This couldn't be happening to her! This obscene rape of her mouth. She closed her eyes. Her brain wouldn't work. She couldn't think straight. She felt helpless. Like a robot she watched the long yellow cock move in and out of her wide stretched lips. The picture of his yellowed stump protruding from the brownish nest of pubic hair above and the big engorged balls below seared deep into her mind. Please save me, somebody, was all she could think.
'Start sucking, gang fucker,' she heard him order above her head. Fearfully, nervously, she began moving her tongue and lips. The taste in her mouth, the smell in her nostrils overwhelmed her. Her whole body shuddered, trying to retch. Her mouth convulsed open wider, preparing to vomit. The bodily juices hung in her throat.
Sonny jammed his thick shaft in harder, filling her throat. The foul spittle hung at the top of her throat with the vomit. She couldn't swallow them. She mustn't. The penis worked in and out of her mouth, cutting off her breath. She tried not to breathe. Choking and gagging, the spittle and the vomit fell down into her stomach. Aaagh! She could taste it all the way down. She tried not to think of what she was doing. But she couldn't. Not with that thing in her mouth and his testicles slapping her chin. His repulsive body odors polluted the air around her head.
Sonny watched his big dick slide into her pretty little mouth and slide out. Lightning sensations shot up his spine. He gloated. Now he had her pretty haughty face just where he wanted it. Lapping up at his balls. He gloried in watching her lick and suck his prick as if it were a yellow lollipop. Watching her beautiful red lips move stirred his excitement deep within him. Her bobbing head inspired his penis with its rhythm. His hips writhed and strained as if he were in the spasmodic throes of death.
Angle could no longer fight against the hardened shaft thrusting in and out of her mouth. Weakened from pain and lack of oxygen, she let it move into her mouth without resistance. She felt it stretching and expanding more and more. The thought of what was coming repelled her. Futilely she tried to twist her body away. To pull her mouth away from his hideous bloated organ. In vain. Where was somebody? To save her.
Sonny's eyes began rolling in his head. Swaying his body rhythmically, he gathered his strength for a last effort, then sunk his shaft deep down her throat hard.
'Lick it, baby,' he crooned. 'For all you're worth.'
Hopelessly, she fought to breathe. She heard him crooning and swearing and groaning with delight as his semen burst out of his penis, showering in her mouth and filled it. Her cheek swelled outward, painfully full. The raging rush seemed to last forever. She tried to open her aching jaws wider to let it pour out of her mouth. Some dripped out, but not fast enough. She mustn't swallow it. Not a drop. But her mouth filled quickly and it put pressure on her cheeks. She strained to hold it but her overtired cheek muscles relaxed and she swallowed. Her face turned deathly pale with her effort. The lack of oxygen weakened her body. She felt herself begin to sway. Her mind turned off. It seemed to far away. A swift realization streaked through her mind — you're fainting. Her body relaxed. Semen poured down her throat and down her chin. Her crumpled body dangled from Sonny's hand still clutching her hair. She swallowed the pungent liquid desperately to keep from choking.
Relief pervaded Sonny's body. He looked down at Angie. At her tangled black hair, her semen-spattered face. The bitch had been spitting it out.
'One last thrill, baby.' He pulled her face into his loins.
Half-aroused, Angie glimpsed his obnoxious penis rushing toward her eyes. She shut them tightly. The round rubbery hose pressed into the side of her nose, smearing the remainder of his sperm across her lips and chin. The disgusting smell emanating from his wiry pubic hair was even stronger.
Sonny held her there a long moment, sadistically enjoying the tears squeezing out of her closed eyelids.
'That'll take care of you,' he said in a mean tone.
He pushed her down on the ground, looked around to see if anyone was in sight, and then stalked off, zipping his fly as he went, without a backward glance at Angie.
Angie lay crumpled on the grass like a battered rag doll. She lay there stupefied for several minutes. Slowly her mind cleared. Oh, why hadn't someone come to the park and saved her? Why had she had to undergo such a horrible rape? Too unspeakable to think about. Hatred welled up in her. Hatred for all men. Especially Sonny. And Brad, who had also used her. And Doug, who had started her on sex. She cursed the day she first tried it. Why had she thought it was so great? It sure as hell wasn't all the time. Wearily, she sat up, straightened her clothing, and smoothed her hair. She had to go back and pick up her books. She hoped her mother didn't see her come in the door.
As soon as she got home she took a shower. A long one. She kept rinsing her mouth with water and spitting it out. She soaped herself two or three times, trying to wash away the obscene act that she had been forced to endure. She was a very subdued Angie as she stood there, washing her sins away. Conflicting emotions about sex arose in her. How could she both hate it and love it? Desire it and be repelled by it? She decided sex was a very personal thing. You had to like a person before you could enjoy it. Of course, she really hadn't liked Robbie all that much but she did sympathize with him. Probably that was why she hadn't minded with him. But that Sonny. Yetch! She'd never let him get close to her again. Not even in class. No matter how much her body wanted to, she would never consent to having sex with Sonny. Under any circumstances. Those foul odors of his! Good God! Last Friday. She really hadn't had that much fun. Too many boys. She wished Brad wouldn't bring any more guys than there already was. There was a limit. Word was getting around. She might get caught. Her parents find out. Her mind contemplated that thought for a long moment. If she could only go back! Back to being just a girl again. Unsexed. Ignorant. Well, not ignorant. She had been very curious. If she had known more about it, she might not have tried it. Wouldn't have been so curious. Knowing but inexperienced. That was the best. For girls her age. Fourteen. She wondered if Mary Jane had tried it. Probably not. She was such a ninny. But prudish. She wished she could go back again. To innocence. But the boys wouldn't let her. Nor her body. Once it was aroused. Innocence could be lost only once.
That night when she laid down to sleep, disturbed thoughts flickered in her mind. Trouble had gone to bed
