'Okay, Betty, baby. One hell of a big dick's gonna slip into your cunt.'
Betty groaned, snapping her head back as she felt the small inner cuntlips being forced apart. Yes, she could feel that pressure increasing, feel the fat battering ram head of his prick fucking in.
'Nnnnuughhhh… nnnuunnghhhh…' she groaned.
Betty felt as if her cunt were being fucked by a horse. A stud, a stallion! Yes, that's what Hank was. That's what Gino was. Hot cocks, all of them. And one of them was fucking her, pinning her body down with his prick.
Hank stopped for a second, shaking the sweat off his forehead and sucking in a deep breath. Holding it, he shoved down again. The blonde teen's moans became louder and stronger, her voice cracking as more and more of Hank's prick fucked into her fuckhole.
'You're… huuuuurtinnnnggg meeeeee!' she chattered through her clenched teeth.
She shivered as that fucking mass of stiff cockflesh fucked its way into her. Her legs jerked out again.
'Oh no, don't, take it out… out!'
But Hank only laughed at her, watching her legs kicking out at him while her asscheeks jiggled under her frantic moves.
'Ohhhh, doesn't it feel good, Betty? Doesn't it feel really spacy?' Annie sighed, watching her friend struggling under the stud.
Betty couldn't answer her. Her throat was too tight, her mouth too dry for her to form any words. Waves of pain and delight hit her cunt like a freight train. She was so tight down there. She knew Hank wasn't able to shove his cock all the way in as he'd planned. The girl could hear him panting above her, struggling with her cunt, trembling violently while still trying to fuck her pussy completely.
'Goddamned bitch… ughhhhh, loosen up!'
'Oooohh!'
Betty heard his hand whooshing through the air, his fingers missing her head. Then there was the hot sting of a blow to her ass. Again and again he hit her jiggling asscheeks, telling her to relax, to loosen up while his hand heated her ass.
Betty screamed again, feeling as if Hank were tearing her body down the middle as if she were a piece of paper. She felt as if she were being skewered like a piece of meat. It was so hard to believe she could take that size cock up her cunt!
'Man? Shit, ifs like fuckin' a tight fist. But Christ, she's somethin' else. Jesus Christ, Annie, she's tighter than you were at the beginning,' Hank said mockingly.
For a moment Betty thought his cock could come out in her throat. The girl was gasping and choking, crying put for help, knowing none would come. She wondered for one mad second if it were possible to be literally fucked to death. Could that happen with one man? If it could, Hank had to be that man! The way he kept hitting her, fucking his cock into her resisting cunt, he could be the one to kill her with his cock!
'Uuuughhhhh!' she gasped.
He had done it! Slowly, gradually, the big stud had worked his cock into her cunt until she could now feel the wiry prickhairs tickling her cuntlips. His cock was all the way in her! Betty couldn't believe it! Her eyes were wide with surprise as she thought of that cock, of that big fat prick embedded in her pussy. How strange she felt! That hunk of cock was throbbing there, pressing hard against her cunt walls, almost beating in time to her heart. His prick filled her cunt to the limit, stretching her pussylips and cunt walls to the tearing point.
'Noooo…' she moaned.
'Man, don't that feel good, baby? Shit, and you been missin' out on shit like this for a long time,' Hank whispered, rocking his body from left to right.
Betty said nothing, writhing helplessly under the big stud. She agonized to the pressure of the hot, searing pain of her rape. At times, the frantic teen tried flexing her cunt muscles to work out that big fat cock. But deep down inside her Betty knew she wanted Hank to keep his prick in her. Yes, she wanted his prick, needed to have that hot thing shoved all the way up her cunt, the bulbous cockhead pushing down into her pussy.
'Ohhhhh God, God, God!'
She was crying, trembling, feeling Hank starting to fuck his cock around in her pussy. He was flexing again, holding her by the shoulders and moving around. Crying out, Betty sucked in a shuddering breath and held it, feeling that fat cock starting to pull out.
It was wild, weird! The girl felt her itchy cunt walls collapsing behind the retreating cockhead, pulling back together like the top of a drawstring purse. It was as if he were yanking out a handful of her guts! Instinctively the teen tensed her thigh muscles, arching up her back as Hank kept pulling out.
'Oh yeah, mama, yeahhhhh…'
He was smoothing his fingers around her asscheeks, obscenely touching her asshole then rubbing her cuntlips with his fingertips. And all the time he was pulling out, making her feel so strange! 'Noooooo…'
Halfway out, he stopped, then eased back. She could feel the extent of the pain inside. That wonderful cockhead was stretching her apart again, forcing those trembling pussy walls apart, shoving out more and more juice that trickled down the backs of her bent legs. In and out. In and out. In and out. Yes, he was fucking her, fucking her good and slow as he'd promised. And there was nothing Betty could do to stop him. She had to lay there and accept that attack.
But why resist anyway? It was too late. Hank had torn her cherry, ripped away her innocence. There wasn't a reason to fight off the disgusting animal rutting inside her. Yes, she was rutting, going into heat while that animal fucked the daylights out of her. She did her best to close her mind to the brutal assault taking place. But something deep inside wouldn't let her. She was going to face her rape – face it and enjoy it.
When she felt his hands sliding under her belly and raising her a little, Betty only whimpered. She felt his fingers fanning over the flatness of her belly, smoothing over her flesh, making her cry out in fear. It wasn't enough for him to violate her, tear her cherry! Now he had to touch her all over, make her aware fully of her degradation. Sobbing, closing her eyes, Betty prepared herself for the worst.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Those hands kept crawling up like spiders, the fingers touching her tits, her throat. He was squeezing her nipples, rolling the rubbery nubs between thumbs and forefingers until she squealed with delighted pain. A shock of something like heat flashed from her violated tits to her pussy, making her clit throb.
In high school, she had seen the boys staring at her tits. She was well developed. Her mother worried about her, buying her sweaters one or two sizes too big, always to hide her firm, high-riding tits. But she would tuck in her sweater behind her skirt, stretching the knitted material over her bra. How the boys would stare, ignoring the teacher, their eyes wide, wanting, desiring her tits. It was wrong to tease like that. But still it wasn't as if she wanted to fuck them or anything. It was just a harmless game.
She would sit there at her desk, thumbing through the American history textbook, peering over the top at times to watch the boys. She had seen their fingers twitching and squeezing together. She knew they were thinking about twisting her nipples around, feeling her tits.
How she and her girlfriend had laughed at the boys. Betty knew they wouldn't touch her. There was no way they were going to get her between their legs and fuck her, let alone touch her. And yet here was a stranger, someone she barely knew fucking her, touching her tits, squeezing her nipples until she squeaked with pain.
He moved his fingers against her nipples, letting her know he was fully enjoying her humiliation and her pain.
'Come on, Betty, come on, move it, move that ass. Show me you're diggin' this as much as I am,' he said, fucking forward with a particularly rough push.
The girl coughed, swinging her head from side to side, feeling her long hair brushing over her whitened knuckles. Fucking. She was fucking, having her cunt fucked by that awful fat prick. The harder and faster Hank fucked her, the more she was liking it! Yes, she was starting to feel spacy, starting to look the way Annie had earlier. It was as if someone had given her a drug. It was the drug of fucking. It had taken over all her consciousness, making her think of one thing only – fucking. Gradually the horror of her rape had been matched,
