'You're hurting me!' she cried. 'You're hurting me!'
'Relax, sugar,' he said soothingly. 'You're tighter than I thought you were.'
'No!' she screamed. 'You're hurting me! Stop it! Stop it right now!'
His cock-head popped into her almost before she realized it had happened. Now he was pressing against her hymen.
'God,' he said. 'You're so tight. You're so fucking tight. You're the tightest fucking virgin I've ever had.'
She groaned as he continued his pressure against her hymen. She felt as if her insides were splitting apart. She screwed in pain and tried to rake her fingernails down his back. If he hadn't been wearing a shirt, she certainly would have drawn blood.
'Jesus Christ,' he said softly.
She pounded helplessly on his back as he pushed harder and harder until his thick cock ripped through the fragile walls of her hymen and plunged deep into her.
'Ohhhhhh!' she gasped. 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!' Her nails tried again to dig into his back. He had hurt her.
'Bastard,' she said softly. 'Bastard, you're killing me.'
'Just relax,' he said. 'The pain will go away soon. You had a really tight cunt.'
He didn't start fucking her right away. He waited until the pain had subsided. The first thing she became aware of was how deep his cock had plunged into her. She could feel it almost in her stomach. The huge cock- head was pulsating and she could almost feel the blood pounding hotly.
'Oooooooh,' she moaned.
'There,' he said. 'It's beginning to feel better.'
She had to admit that it was. She'd thought that he had torn her in half but now something nice was happening between her legs. She became slowly aware of a burning itch. She started moving her ass against the ground, aware that her cunt was causing friction on his prick.
'There, baby,' he said. 'I told you. I told you that you'd like it.'
Now he began to fuck her in slow, gentle strokes that drove his cock deep into her. He would bring it almost out of her before he would plunge into her again.
'Oh, you're right,' she said. 'You're right. It's starting to feel strange. It's really starting to feel good.'
She almost jumped out of her skit when he really started to fuck her.
He was getting really excited and was now slamming his cock into her.
'Uhhhh,' he grunted. 'You're so tight. I can't stand it. I've got to really fuck you.'
'Yes,' she moaned. 'Really give it to me. Really fuck me hard! Just like you fucked Mrs. Jones. Fuck me just like you did that redeheaded bitch!'
He was a little surprised at the fierce tone of her voice. She was really going crazy. He was stroking her hard but she was thrusting back at him just as hard.
'God,' he said. 'You hot little bitch!'
'Call me what you want!' she cried. 'Do anything you want. Just fuck me!'
He reached beneath her and cupped her asscheeks. This way he was driving his spear deeper into her tight cunt. He wished that he had taken off his shirt.
He wished he could feel her hard little nipples poking holes in his chest, but there would be other times. He had barely tapped this little sexpot. There were going to be many other chances to teach her all about sex.
His balls were getting tight as he continued to thrust savagely into her hot box.
'Jesus, baby,' he said softly. 'Jesus, you're so tight. So Goddamned tight. I can't help myself. I'm going to have to give you my cum.'
'Yes,' she urged him. 'Give it to me. Fill me up. Give me all your cum.'
'Oh, Jesus Christ,' he said. 'Jesus Christ, I can't hold it any longer.'
She thrust up at him once again as she felt his hot cum pouring into her hungry pussy. At the same time, she felt herself climbing. 'Yes!' she cried. 'Give it to me! I'm coming, too! I'm coming with you. Oh yes, squirt that stuff in me! It makes me feel so hot, SO HOTTT!' They collapsed in each other's arms and it was a long time before either of them could move.
Debbie didn't like the way the boy was watching her as she brought back the two Cokes. She felt his eyes on her as she rejoined the crowd and found that Diane was nowhere to be found. She was aware that the young, curly-haired boy had walked up behind her.
'You looking for your friend?' he asked.
His voice was surly and his eyes were wicked. Debbie was glad there were a lot of people around.
'Yes,' Debbie said. 'I am.'
'I saw her leave with that teacher,' the boy said. 'Over there.'
'You mean Mr. Kinkaid?' Debbie asked.
'Yeah,' the boy said. 'That's the one.'
'But where did they go?' Debbie asked.
'That way,' the boy said. He grinned at her as he pointed toward the woods. 'They both looked like they were kind of in a hurry.'
The look on his face left no doubt in Debbie's mind that he was telling the truth. But why would Diane and Mr. Kinkaid go into the woods together? A possibility came to Debbie but she dismissed the idea quickly. With any other girl, it might be possible. Even Debbie might have been tempted to take Mr. Kinkaid up on an offer, but not Diane. Debbie had known Diane too long. They'd been friends all through grammar school and then high school, and even talked about going to the same college.
Debbie knew her friend almost as well as she knew herself. Diane was a prudish virgin, and definitely not the type to go walking in the woods with grown men. Yet, there had been something different about her friend lately, something Debbie couldn't quite understand. Maybe there was something to what this boy said.
'Maybe you'd like to go looking for them?' the boy asked.
The thought was exciting. She kept telling herself that her friend could be doing nothing wrong. Perhaps she would really see something unexpected, like Diane and Mr. Kinkaid together. Debbie felt a little weak in her knees.
'What about it?' the boy asked. 'My name's Tod. We might see something interesting.'
'Not Diane,' Debbie protested. 'Diane's a very nice girl. We wouldn't see a thing.'
'Are you afraid to find out?' Tod taunted.
'Of course not,' Debbie said.
'Then let's go look.'
Debbie wanted to refuse, but something urged her to follow the boy. He started off toward the woods looking over his shoulder at her.
When he saw her standing still he gave her a smug leer. That settled it. She wanted to see his face when he found out she was right and there was nothing going on. Debbie pulled her head up and walked proudly after him.
The two of them had barely entered the woods when Debbie felt her heart pounding rapidly. She felt wicked. Again she told herself that there could be nothing going on. Yet, she couldn't think of any good reason for Diane and Mr. Kinkaid to be in the woods together.
'Shhhhh,' Tod said. He grabbed her arm. 'They're just up ahead. From here on, we walk real soft.'
There were beads of sweat on Tod's upper lip and his eyes were burning with an intense excitement.
She let her eyes sweep dawn until she saw the heavy bulge in his trousers. She suddenly thought of another reason why Tod wanted her to go to the woods. Maybe everything he had been telling her was a lie, and he wanted her alone in the woods to rape her. Like every girl, Debbie had fantasies about rape but didn't want any of her fantasies to come true.
'I think I'll go back,' Debbie said.
He clutched her arm in a grip so fierce that her arm turned white.
'No,' he said. 'Just up ahead. I hear them. Don't you want to see your friend?'
Debbie started to jerk her arm away, but then she also heard the soft sounds coming from up ahead. Again she felt her heart pounding fiercely. She couldn't believe what she heard.
It sounded like a girl crying softly. It was not hurt crying but pleased crying, like when a girl was getting something that made her happy.
