with her and wouldn't let her sleep. Her body was tense, keyed up. The more she thought about her fears the more formidable and real they became. What if someone had seen her in the park with Sonny? And just stood and watched them? They might tell her mother. Maybe the boys were talking too much and too often about the Friday nights. Maybe someone was calling up her mother right now. Her body shivered under the warm covers.
It seemed to her that she didn't fall asleep all night. Anxiety and fear lurked in her brain, playing games with her emotions. She watched the dusk turn to darkness. Safe in the blackness, she reviewed the humiliations she had undergone that day. They had started in English class. When Mr. Thornton had been angry with her. All over again she felt the sting of rejection. Tears flooded out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. A stream flowed into her mouth and she swallowed them until she began to dislike their salty taste.
Mr. Thornton shouldn't have done that to me, she thought. She imagined going up to him and saying, 'Mr. Thornton, you're my favorite teacher. I try very hard to please you.'
Then what would he say? 'Miss Marlowe, I've been so busy I hadn't noticed. But I will from now on. If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry.'
'Well, you did a little,' Angie would say.
'I want to make it up to you. It's 3:30. Almost cocktail time. Let me buy you a drink at the Adobe Inn.'
'Mr. Thornton! I'm too young to go there.'
'Well, then, how about my place?'
'Just a quick one. My mother doesn't like me to, you know.'
'What will you have?'
'Uh-h-h. Scotch.'
'On the rocks? Or?'
'Oh, just some orange juice.'
'That's an odd combination. Sure you want it?'
'Of course. I always drink it.'
'Here you are. Skol.'
They raised their glasses and toasted each other. Then Angie tipped her glass and took a big swallow. Yuck! It tasted awful. But she couldn't let on to Mr. Thornton that she didn't know how to drink. She smiled at him.
Mr. Thornton smacked his lips. 'I needed that.' He cocked his head to one side and stared at her. 'You know. You have lovely lips.'
'Oh, Mr. Thornton!'
'You do,' he said seriously. He moved closer to her. 'Just a little kiss.'
Angie remembered. She mustn't. She'd given up sex. She ran away from him. 'No, Mr. Thornton. No, no!'
Mr. Thornton turned half-crazed with passion. 'I must have you!' he shouted.
Angie felt like a bird in a cage. Her heart pounding wildly, she beat on the doors and windows of the room trying to get out. Mr. Thornton lunged at her. He caught her sleeve. Savagely he pulled at it. A loud sound of cloth ripping. He was tearing her dress off! She threw her arms across her chest to cover her naked breasts.
He'd already seen them. Her pert ivory mounds with their pink erect tips pointing at him. He slavered at the mouth. He grabbed for them with both hands. Oh, to squeeze the softness out of them!
Angie ran wildly about the room, barely escaping his grasp, bumping into furniture — chairs and end tables. Goose pimples popped up all over her half-naked body. She had only a half-slip and panties on.
Mr. Thornton tackled her from behind. Their flying bodies crashed onto the floor. Angie's breath was knocked out of her. Stars danced before her eyes. She half-passed out. She felt Mr. Thornton tearing at her half-slip. He was ripping it off. Oh, no! She screamed with fright. She felt his hands on her hips. Laughing wickedly, he pulled off her bikini panties.
Waving them excitedly in the air, he danced around the room crying, 'Beautiful! Beautiful!' Then he hung them up on the chandelier. 'Run them up on the mast,' he shouted crazily, 'so everyone can see.'
Angie stood naked in the middle of the room. She posed her arms and legs. She was pretending to be the statue of Venus. Mr. Thornton ran all around the room looking for her. But he couldn't. Even though she was right there. In plain sight! Not finding her, he took out a big bull whip and began flicking it about the room. C-c-rack! C- crack! The leather tip swung by her ears, barely missing them. Then it flicked by her face, hissing like a snake. It cracked at her feet. She began dancing to escape the tip. Then she began running. The leather wished across her back, leaving a diagonal cut. Blood poured out at one end.
'Come on, tigress,' Mr. Thornton shouted, 'fight with me.' Abruptly, he lunged at her, grabbing a breast in each hand and pushed her down on a bed.
Angie felt herself falling. She screamed. Her arms and legs whipped outward to stop herself falling. She fell and fell. She could see Mr. Thornton's naked body falling too. He would land right on top of her! She saw his broad white shoulders. Brown hair on his furry chest. His big desire-hardened cock protruding from his wiry brown pubic hair. The cock grew bigger and bigger. It was pointed straight at her. Straight at the hot, hungry little hole between her legs! Her body hit bottom and lay spread-eagled.
Mr. Thornton's eyes bugged out when he saw her widespread legs. Her red vaginal lips open and ready for him. His penis shot into her vagina like an arrow, disappearing up to the hilt. He ground it around deep up in her quivering little belly for the pleasure of it. A big smile on his face.
Angie screeched in pain. She felt his giant cock throb inside the moist softness of her throbbing cuntal passage for a few seconds. She had lost her virginity again! Oh, how deep he had penetrated her! Setting her insides on fire. Against her will. His wildly rotating cock skewered her to the floor.
A deep-throated groan reverberated throughout his body. His animal lust flared. He began to fuck her savagely with long hard strokes. His giant prick pulled all the way out — poised glistening with lubrication — and pushed deep back in her. All the way.
Angie was helplessly impaled on his monstrous shaft. It tore viciously at her insides at each stroke. She groaned and writhed her body under the driving force of it. His rotating hips pounded down on hers. The weight of his heavy body crushed hers to the floor.
'Mr. Thornton,' she cried. 'Stop! My mother doesn't like me to fuck!'
'Weird,' he said. 'Does she want to keep all the fun for herself?'
'No. She's frigid.'
'Good! Then you can make up for her to the world,' he said as he plunged his rigid white shaft deeper and deeper into her. The muscles of his body flexed and tightened at the command of the living cock pumping madly up and down, sliding around in circles inside her rapidly expanding soft void. He muttered unintelligible obscenities as he kneaded and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, thighs, back, and neck. Raising red welt. Hurting her.
In wild excitement, his hands grabbed her calves and thrust her legs up viciously until her thighs were bent clear back to her shoulders. Her buttocks cracked open revealing her tight, puckered little anus. Above it, her vagina gaped open, seeping warm colorless sexual lubrication. Her erect clitoris poked its hard head out from her bright- red engorged vaginal lips. He ground his teeth at the sight. Sadistic list contorted his face into a mask of cruelty. His excited cock battered into her, up and down, up and down. He worked over her body feverishly. Riding the waves of passion.
Angie's legs ached from being pushed so far back. Her anus stung every time his heavy balls slapped against it. A tunnel of pain was blazed into her by his huge devilish penis. She realized now. She was just another piece of female flesh to Mr. Thornton. To be fucked at will. How could someone nice be so mean? He had always seemed nice to her. Sweet and smiling. Not this wild beast energetically desecrating her young body. It couldn't be him. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of this bestial animal ravishing her tender loins. Her innocent ivory-skinned body. 99 % pure. Her pleas for mercy settled into helpless muffled groans. She was pinioned under him and there was nothing she could do about it.
He fucked her vigorously. His passion mounted and he rode her with a sadistic delight, smashing madly into the softness of her body. He wanted to smash it flat. To beat it into submission. A bestial cry grated out from deep within him. With fast short strokes, his painfully hardened penis contracted deep within her. And then his penis went off like a steam whistle, spurting sperm all over inside her. She could feel the pressure of it beating steadily against her walls. His penis and his sperm filled her up tightly. Can he get it out of me? she worried. What if it's stuck in me? We'll have to stick together forever. The idea was too horrible to think about.
