'You asked for it, baby,' he said, giving her a lecherous smile as he plunged his tongue into her greedily nibbling pussy with renewed fervor. His cock was throbbing with almost uncontrollable desire. Damn, she tasted good! Sweetest little cunt he ever ate! He tongued her eagerly, licking over her hotly pulsing clitoris repeatedly. He heard her moans of passion, could feel her legs tense; the soft, curl-fringed lips of her pussy seemed to clutch at his tongue to draw it further into her cuntal passage.
His cock was dripping like mad as he licked and sucked wildly at her lusting furrow, looking at her from time to time to relish the mask of lust that was on her face. Suddenly, she stiffened entirely and emitted a throaty cry of passion as her cunt juices burst out all around his hotly licking tongue.
'Aaaaaaggggghhhhh… ah… ahhhhh!' she cried, and her whole body spasmed and bucked against his face. Her heels beat against his back and her arms and head flailed against the bed. 'Oooohhh… uuuggghh…' It went on and on.
The printer could wait no longer. He knew if he didn't fuck her soon, he'd shoot off without ever getting his cock in. While she was still in the throes of orgasm, he lifted her legs from around his neck and kneed forward, placing her thighs at either side of his waist. Then, taking his massive penis in his hand, he guided it teasingly to her pussy. Moaning loudly, he thrust it hard, straight into the unfucked depths of her virginal young cunt.
'Aaaaggghhh!' Her cry was of another sort this time, as the huge weapon plowed into her, tearing what was left of her thin little virginity to shreds.
'Nooooooo!' she cried out, 'Nooooooo!'
There was nothing the cock-filled young virgin could do but cry tears of rage and humiliation and remorse. Her greatest sadness was that it had not been Chris' beautiful hardness inside her. Her first time – and with this brutal ass, this fucking bastard of a rube! Oh God, he was killing her, fucking her mercilessly, his rock-hard plunger fucking in and out of her virgin pussy for all it was worth. She wanted to kill him… if she only had the strength to throw him off… a gun, a knife… anything… any way… ramming his blood-swollen cudgel into her impaled vagina! Her cunt was being ravished by this heartless old lecherous sonofabitch! Oh why, why was her treasonous body wanting it… wanting it… his big cock insider her hot cunt…?
'Stop – you'll make me pregnant!' she cried out. The horrifying thought suddenly presented itself in her dazed mind.
'Shut up and fuck your hot little pussy back, baby,' he commanded her. 'That ain't no problem any more, and you know damn well it ain't.'
He leaned heavily onto her nakedly heaving breasts and held her cheeks so that he could kiss her protesting mouth. He forced her lips apart again with his tongue and flicked the organ inside. Despite her loathing, the drugged young virgin began to respond, to kiss back, swirling her tongue hotly around his. At the same time, she locked her thighs tight around his hips and began to move in rhythm to his thrusts, marking an end to her resistance. His cock was heedlessly ravishing her hot moist cunt; the first cock ever to enter that sacred orifice of pleasure.
The throbbing pole of fiery cockflesh no longer hurt the young artist. There wasn't one segment of her tender vaginal passage that did not respond to the scintillating presence of the printer's chunky knob. She only wished desperately that it was the smooth hard muscle of her darling Chris' lovely cock. But it was too late to bemoan that fact any further. The hot pummeling member within her was fuseing with her cunt and there was nothing she could do except give in to the dictates of her body. I am just an animal, she thought, striving to divorce her womanly instincts from the higher ideals she had set for herself.
'God, you're tight, you gorgeous she-cat,' Dawson gloated, 'with the sweetest little cunt I ever fucked.'
Jill turned her head away and emitted a deep moan of shame. 'I hate you!' she blurted out. But her willfully gripping young cunt belied her words and clasped the invader tighter, as if to encourage the weapon embedded deep within it to violate her further.
Dawson grunt-chuckled again. 'You may hate me, but you love my cock, honey. You love to fuck, don't you? Now ain't you sorry you waited all this time? You didn't know what you were missin'!'
He drew back, pulling his cock almost all the way out, then he slammed home again, creating a loud wet sluicing noise as he plunged back into her vaginal depths. 'Put your hands on my butt and pull me into you,' he said, grinding his pelvis into hers. Jill complied, and he gloated silently again, feeling that he had one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen completely at his mercy – even if it was because of the aphrodisiac! But hell, he rationalized, if I'd had more time, I coulda gotten her anyway!
She was hating him with her mind and fucking back at him with her body as if he were the greatest stud in the world; as if his cock were the most desirable cock in the world to have stuffed up between her legs. How he'd give anything just to keep this doll all for himself. He could set her up in a swanky pad in Beverly Hills, give her all the charge accounts she wanted and have her there to come over and fuck anytime he wanted – which would be all the time he could get!
'You like that, honey, you like ole Uncle Jack's big cock in your tight little pussy?' he asked quaveringly, his voice mirroring his intense excitement.
Her eyes were glazed with drug stupor, but there was contempt in them, too. 'What do you think, mister? It's your ballgame. Go on, fuck away, Dixieland!' She spitefully pulled his broad face to hers and kissed him passionately on the mouth, her tongue burrowing inside to deliberately excite him all the more. She wrapped her arms languorously around his neck and ground her naked tits seductively up into his hairy chest. He was treating her like a whore… well, she could out-whore the bastard!
She gave every effort to fucking then, moving in smooth and provocative synchronization to his every thrust, forcing him into longer, smoother strokes. She was calling the shots now, making him march to her drum, using her internal vaginal muscles to suck at his cock in an effort to draw the semen out of the blood-engorged instrument. She gyrated beneath the panting printer, and he, catching her rhythm, began to move as she manipulated him. His balls slapped wetly against her undercarriage, and she reared back and banged into them as hard as she could, mustering all her strength for the counterassault. She would take every inch he could give her, and milk his balls dry with her tightly clenching pussy. She knew he fully intended to empty his balls into her, to fill her with his steaming cum, shooting millions of spermatozoa into her defiled cunt. And she was ready for it! She was about to cum again herself, and she would make this bastard give his load to her!
By tacit agreement, they both increased the tempo. Dawson was puffing like a steam engine – The Little Engine That Could, she suddenly thought, and she gave out a momentary giggle as she remembered the children's story of the locomotive trying to make it uphill. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, it puffed as it climbed higher and higher, higher and higher, until…
'Aaarrgggh… I'm cumming! Ooooohhhooo!' Dawson moaned as he stiffened and shot his load of steaming white cum into her milking pussy. Jill felt the first gush of the seminal torrent that was about to fill her, and she worked her pussy muscles even harder to draw the sticky jism out of his balls. It was so exciting, so thrilling, so absolutely wicked that she couldn't control her own sexual energies any more. The tide of ecstasy rose again in her loins and spread through her belly and up into her chest and head and down into her thighs and legs to her toes. She was cumming again! God, it was wonderful, beautiful, fantastic. And she needed it so much!
'Oooohhhh… yeeeeeesssss!' she hissed sibilantly as she spasmed again and again against the burly seducer. Their bodies were slippery with perspiration and the strong unmistakable scent of copulation hung heavily in the air like tobacco smoke in a closed room. Jill felt she could go on and on. She had found a reserve of strength she didn't know she had and despite her second thrilling orgasm, she felt she needed and wanted more!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, bringing both Jill and the printer out of their dazed sexual euphoria. They both started as if shot, and Dawson swore under breath.
'Jack? Jack, open the door,' came the resonant, authoritative voice.
'Ernesto!' Jill cried out.
'Just a minute,' Dawson called out gruffly. He was panting and weak, and he reluctantly got off of the post- virginal artist, drawing his sticky cock out of her tortured, sex-hungry cunt. The young girl wriggled out from under him and rolled off the bed, grabbed her dress and panty hose from the floor and made a dash for the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and turned on the water. It was then that she noticed Dawson's clothes on the floor. She had an impetuous and very devilish thought. Tossing the clothing into the bathtub, she turned the faucets on full blast and pulled up the shower knob. Moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
'Jill, are you all right?' Garcia wanted to know. 'Please come out, Jill, I want to apologize for this unspeakable incident.'
