And after all, I had been scheming and plotting to get at him. I should have been in seventh heaven now that I had him. But my jaws ached from the strain of sucking his cock and I was so busy working my throat that I didn't have time to be happy. His fuck-action gathered speed like a train coming down a mountainside, and I could only hope that he wouldn't be much longer at his sport.
His fingers dug into my skull with almost enough force to crush the bones, and I saw black, as if I were going to faint on the spot. My knees were stiff from being bent and pressed on the floor, and my feet ached, too. But nothing in my body had ever been as sore as my mouth was from the brutal lunges of his cock.
I couldn't repress my moans of discomfort and pain as Roy kept screwing my mouth. The soft whines must have vibrated sexily along the barrel of his plunging prick, because I felt its tempo increase even more noticeably when I whimpered my muted protests. He was excited now, and I could only endure it.
'Come on, you little bitch!' he panted breathlessly. 'You wanted to suck it -now suck it!'
And the ramming jabs he gave me left no other alternative. I had to suck his cock or be murdered by it, and I didn't want to be murdered.
Candidly, though, it wasn't so bad. All girls have secret fantasies about being raped, even girls my age. There's a certain unspeakable thrill in the thought of being totally at the mercy of some strong, big man with a strong, big cock, to know that he has the power and the inclination to take you as he pleases, that your sexuality has turned him into a ravening, horny beast totally beyond your control.
As I kept receiving his thrusts, I started to call up those old fantasies and images, and I found myself beginning to get warm and wet all over. The sweat oozed through my pores, my underarms were sopping, and as I swayed where I knelt, I could feel a moist tingling in the pit of my crotch. I swayed some more, to intensify that tingly feeling, and my hands clutched at Roy's ass. If only he'd dropped his pants, I thought, this might be really neat, but he'd only unzipped and forced me to tug out his cock, so each time he jammed all of his prick in my mouth, the tab of his fly scraped my chin, and I didn't like that.
Arousal built in me. I was getting hotter and hotter, and I didn't hate Roy any more. Not consciously. Instead I became obsessed with the need to give him the best head he'd ever gotten. I wanted Roy to remember this experience forever and to know that even at his most brutal and callous I loved and wanted him.
My hands tightened on his ass and I began to twist my head in a wobble as he stuffed it with fresh fuck- strokes. My lips experimented with snug and loose holds, and I tried to get my tongue into action, though by now he was fucking so fast and hard my tongue was pretty useless. Still I managed to swipe his rod provocatively with it as he continued to ram in and out, and I felt his ass muscles throb and ripple as he realized what I was doing.
'Goddamn you, Jenni!' he moaned gruffly, relaxing some of the finger pressure on my temples. He was still fucking my throat, but, imperceptibly at first and then quite noticeably, his strokes became gentler, more lingering. Now he wasn't bruising my gullet with his knob. It was an easier kind of pumping, one that let me respond with loving tongue caresses, with clever sucking swallows.
He weakened. As the slurps and smacks of my mouth became louder and more prolonged, I heard Roy make a choked sound and I knew it signified his surrender. Atta girl, Jenni, I told myself with egotistical pride. One minute I'd been a raped, ravaged sex victim, and the very next I was back in my normal role of teen-aged man- eater, eating my favorite man.
I began to hum as I sucked his prick. The throbbing flutters vibrated along his shaft and it excited him. He gave me more peter, and faster, but not with the cruel energy of before. It filled me beautifully and I sucked his cock fiercely when it was buried, damning the scrape of his zipper on my face, and then he'd pull back so that I was sucking but the tip of his rod. And, of course, in again to fill me up once more.
It couldn't last. He'd worked himself to fever pitch when he was in control of things, and after I took charge, the absolutely sinful mouth-action I dished out was like a determined bee worrying his honey sack. My lower lip felt the tell-tale swelling of his cum-duct and I knew it was time to open up for a big drink of jizz.
He came like a broken water main, drenching me with more sperm than anyone else had ever given me anywhere. It filled my mouth and dripped from my lips and, even though I tried to scoop the overflow back inside, there was so much I couldn't hope to drink up half of Roy's cock-cream. I didn't care. I swallowed what I could and let the rest ooze and drip. I wanted him to see me that way, with his cum hanging in strings from my mouth and my pink tongue coated white with his load. Maybe it would teach him a lesson.
His cock shuddered and squirted its last, but the steely firmness of his hard-on refused to go down. I sucked at his prick for another minute or two, nurturing that persistent boner, and then I climbed to my feet. Roy's pole lanced out through his open zipper, wet and red, smeared with traces of his cum, and I patted it as I trapped his eyes in the stare of my own.
'See?' I told him. 'You can't fight it. I'm too much for you.'
He shivered visibly, his face went white, and he looked as if he were going to be sick. When he raised his head, there was a fresh madness in his eyes, a more burning, glaring demon even than he'd had before.
'You're still playing games, aren't you, Jenni?' he said tight-lipped.
I laughed, wiping up his cum with my fingers and sucking them clean.
'You haven't learned a Goddamned thing.' Me? He was the one who needed to be taught a lesson. I told him so, and he seemed to go crazy before my eyes.
He reached down and took hold of his stiff prick, which even a massive eruption inside my mouth hadn't calmed down. I wondered, when his fist closed around it, if he were about to jerk off in front of me. Would that be a sign of contempt? A show of defiance? I waited expectantly.
But he didn't. He let go of his cock as soon as he'd grasped it, and he reached for me instead. Before I knew what was up, he had me bent forward over the edge of his desk. Papers and books and the big desk blotter slid to the floor as my hands skidded, and the sharp edge of the desktop cut into my belly.
Roy pinned me there and he yanked at my pants, pulling them and my undies down in one quick lunge that left me gasping.
'Hey!' I yelled. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing now?'
He pulled one leg out of the fallen garments and spread me wide with his body. My ass was up and my head was down, and his middle pressed me from behind. Even when I looked back, I couldn't see anything.
'I'll show you what the fuck I'm doing,' he snapped in a dippy tone that reeked of lunacy. My God, I thought. He's gone freako! Absolutely freako!
His cock was sticking out of his pants and he buried it in my uplifted pussy with one sharp, burning stroke. My cunt was a bit sore still from all that playing with Kendy, and he hurt me when he jammed his cock inside my hole. I screamed and my head shook in protest.
'Stop it!' I hollered. 'I'll kill you if you don't stop!'
He didn't stop and I didn't kill him. I was trapped, in no position to do anything. It was a standing doggie, more or less, though I wasn't quite standing. My cunt was raised perfectly – they call it the 'presentation position' when our four legged friends fuck, and I felt like a heifer being serviced by a bull right then.
Roy reamed me with his cock, sucking it in and out of my cunt. My hole was wet enough, but tender as a bullet-wound, too, and my vision went from normal to red in record time. Finally I tried to close my eyes to blot out the weird color effects that passed before them, but that didn't do a Goddamned thing about the agony of what the son of a bitch was doing to me.
'I should have done this a long time ago,' he told me. 'I should have fucked the shit out of you, shown you what it means to be a woman and to be taken by a man. You're not a woman. You're just a little girl who's grown up too fast for her own good. Well, you're going to take it like a woman all the same. I'm going to fuck your ass off!'
It felt like he was doing just that. I groaned and whined each time he plumbed me deeply with that big cunt-poker of his, and it was worse yet when he drew back, because I knew the next stroke would be more hellishly agonizing than the last had been.
'Stop, please, stop!' I whispered shrilly. 'No more! You're hurting me too much!'
He stopped. Thank God, I thought, he's going to quit!
'You need to be hurt,' he said coolly, the cleverest madman on the whole East Coast. 'You need to be taught a lesson for once and all.' Then he rammed me again, wiggling his cock inside my cunt where it was buried full- length. My throat was as raw as my pussy and I couldn't even scream now.
'You need to find out just how green you are,' he said in that same cool tone. He pulled his cock out of my
