a motel. I stiffened, grasped the door handle until my fingers began to ache.
'If you think I'm going into a motel room with you, you're crazy.' Tony pulled me suddenly against his chest. I felt his fingers slipping up my belly, under my jersey to cup a tit. I wished I still had my bra, wished the sailor on the bus hadn't cut it to pieces. The cupped feel of his spread fingers made me dizzy. I couldn't let it happen again. I didn't want to weaken to that exhilarating fire that Tony's lips were bringing to my neck. I squirmed, tried to free myself but couldn't. He was unbuttoning my jeans. I went red as he pushed down low enough to know that my panties were gone.
'You're shaking all over, Lorrie. You keep trying to pretend you're above sex, or afraid of it or something I don't quite figure…'
'I am afraid…' I tried to keep his hands from delving any deeper in the damp tangle of my cunt hair, '…of you.'
'No you're not. You're afraid of yourself.'
'Please let me go. Take me to my Aunt Betty's house.' I writhed my ass on the seat, tried to keep his tickling fingers from parting the lips of my pussy. Oh, why did they all want to do that first? I couldn't stand the sensation very long without getting giddy and weaker than I already was. But Tony was stronger than I was. His fingertip petted droplets of slick juice from my cunt.
'Why are you breathing so fast?'
'I… I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what you want to do. You raped me once.'
'I never raped you.' He laughed through his nose. 'You sure weren't fighting very hard when I tied you up.'
'I did fight you. You were too strong.' Tony crushed my lips with his. I tried to keep my mouth closed but his tongue tickled me until I had to gasp for air. 'Why… why are you…' Tony kissed me wordless. His finger worked steadily in the slippery heat between my cuntlips. I couldn't keep still. As ashamed as I was of what had happened on the bus that very evening, this new friction was too tantalizing to resist. My ass worked back and forth against Tony's rubbing as he kissed my neck wet.
'Stop it… I don't want to do this with you. I hate you!'
Tony took his keys and got out. I fell weakly against the steering wheel as he walked to the small office and rang the bell. A splat of rain hit the windshield and then I heard more on the metal roof. Tony went inside. He was getting a room, a room he could take me to and fuck me…
I pushed open the door and dragged my cardboard box out after me. Maybe even the police would be better than letting Tony screw me again, make me more ashamed than I already was. I started across the lot of the motel as the rain pattered on the asphalt. As I walked, the slickened lips of my cunt rubbed together, rubbed my clit and reminded me that I was wearing no panties. I hadn't had time to get all my buttons fastened and my jeans were slipping lower on my hips. I held them up with one hand, clung to the string of my box with the other. Behind me Tony came out of the office.
'Lorrie!' His voice was sharp, commanding. I stopped. I was trembling all over. The rain was not hard, but I could feel it tickling against my head and shoulders. 'Lorrie, come here!' I wanted to cry. I dropped my head and whimpered from the warring emotions that spun through my brain. What was wrong with me? Was I turning into somebody else, a stranger to everything I'd learned and knew was right?
'Lorrie, come here to me. Now!'
'Help me, Jesus,' I breathed, turning my face up to the sky. Raindrops cooled my cheeks, skittered down my neck. My nipples burned against the inside of my jersey. I could almost feel Tony's strong fingers supporting the quivery firm weight of each tit. A wave of helplessness swept through me. My loose jeans slipped a little lower on my hips. I turned, started slowly back across the lot. When Tony's fingers circled my neck, I couldn't look up. He led me like a lamb to cabin three, opened the door.
I sat trembling on the edge of the bed while he drove the blazer up and began to bring in some things. He set a bottle of whiskey on the dresser, then closed and locked the door. That sound, the sound of being trapped sent a bolt of panic through me. I lunged towards the door, beat my fists against it as I screamed for help. Tony spun me around by the shoulder, slapped me sprawling across the bed. Then he was all over me. I felt his hands jerking my jeans down. He was turning me over his knee. Maybe it was all my childhood memories welling up at once, old habits, old fears… but when Tony began to spank me, I bawled like a kid. He was spanking me hard!
'That hurts! Ohh, Tony, don't!' I writhed my hips against his thighs, trying to protect myself, but Tony pinned my hands back and kept spanking. My cheeks were wet with tears and my ass was glowing hotly. I knew it must be red with the marks from his hard hand.
'You gonna learn right now who's boss now,' Tony said as he spanked. 'From now on, I'm the daddy and you're the daughter.'
'You think you're so much older than I am?' I choked back, but my heart wasn't in it. I knew I couldn't fight him. I didn't want to any more. The spanking stopped. He shoved me to my feet and held my chin until I looked at him.
'Strip your jeans.'
'Tony…'
'Strip them!' I felt my cheeks flush, turned my eyes down. I stripped. The feel of the Levi's coming down over my hipbones made me shiver but I tried not to let Tony see. The pants puddled around my ankles and I stepped out.
'Now your jersey.' Tony's voice was firm, no nonsense. I skinned the jersey off over my head. My naked tits bounced heavy on my chest. Tony was smiling at my nakedness. 'Undress me now.'
By now my hands were shaking so hard that I could hardly get his belt buckle undone. When I pushed his jeans down along with his shorts, his cock bobbed up close to my cheek. When I unbuttoned his shirt, he kept touching my hair, my ears, my neck.
'I can't believe your body.' He licked the blond tips of his mustache, pulled my face close. His lips curved wetly over mine. When he held me back again to look at my boobs, even my chin was shiny with his spit. 'Now go start the shower,' he ordered.
Covering my tits with my palms, I went to do what he said. As the steamy spray beat into the bottom of the tub, Tony stood behind me, touching me. His fingers lightly followed the full, outward swell of each cheek of my ass, then explored the crack between them. His other hand caressed my belly, tickled into the sensitive bottom of my navel. He lifted me against him, into the shower. The water poured off our shoulders, drenched our skins. My hair was plastered back as he kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes, too weak to do anything but lean against his strength. I couldn't look at him. When he tried to make me, I kept my eyes down.
'Wash my cock,' he whispered, squeezing a bar of soap against my belly. His hands were soap-slick, too, and he smeared them up my ribcage and began to massage the undersides of my tits. When he rolled the frothy bubbles over my nipples, I moaned. I still hadn't touched his cock. Tony took my wrist and made me. He was smearing soap between my asscheeks, soothing the red places he'd made there when he'd spanked me. The slick brush of his fingers over my asshole was excruciating. I didn't know why the feeling made me feel so excited. I just knew that it was wrong somehow. Even though my skin was thrilling with excitement.
Tony's cock was hard as I lathered soap around the bluish head and worked it back along the shaft. His balls hung hot and loose in my soapy palm as I worked the heavy eggs with my fingers. Tony tongued my lips.
'It feels good to touch me, doesn't it?' I didn't answer. Tony squeezed my wrist until it ached. 'Doesn't it?' I nodded against his chest. He pressed the back of my head, made my lips and teeth gouge one of his taut male nipples. It felt so strange! I didn't want to excite him, didn't want to start something I was so afraid of but my tongue licked out over the hard, pinched flesh. I felt the muscles of his chest ridge with tension. 'Yeah, baby, yeah,' Tony breathed.
We rinsed off and he helped me out of the shower. My hair was still damp but he took my hand and dragged me back into the bedroom. He got something out of a paper sack and handed it to me. A new box of bath powder still in its cellophane wrapper.
'Go ahead,' he said, 'I want to watch you put it on.' My face was as red as my butt. I still wasn't comfortable standing there in the amber glow from the bedlamp. I broke the wrapper, opened the box. The fluffy pad against my tits made me have to swallow. I stopped and flicked my eyes up.
