'Get… back!'
He slapped her again with the back of his hand, the knuckles bruising her chin and cheek and sending Sharon reeling. Next she felt Tommy's hand jamming between her thighs, rubbing her silky bikini into her pussy. The feeling was shockingly exciting. But fear for her safety made the girl shout out again for help.
'You yell one more time and I'm gonna punch you 'til your jaw breaks,' he growled.
Sharon remembered Hank. He had threatened her mother several times and, when Janice hadn't listened, he had carried out those threats. There was no reason to believe Tommy wouldn't try the same thing.
'Uhhhhh, no, don't…'
'Don't wanna get fucked, huh? Man, with that hot little pussy waggin' around here, you can't tell me that,' Tommy sneered, crossing his arms and pulling his dirty T-shirt.
Sharon gasped at his muscular body; it was smoother than his father's, but well developed. It was just as she had fantasized up there in her bedroom. But it was just fantasy, not the real thing. Fear made her brain whirl about as the young boy began fiddling with his belt, pulling open his pants.
'No… I… I never did this kind of thing before. Don't…'
Sharon felt her cheeks redden as another cruel smile crossed Tommy's lips.
'A fuckin' virgin, huh?' The smile turned into a sneer. 'Don't believe it. And even if you was, that'd be one hell of a trip for me. Poppin' cherries is what I'm good at.'
'Oh, no, no!'
Tommy was on top of her, forcing her to lie on the couch, pushing her head down into the dirty, dusty cushions while forcing her legs apart with his knees. He was kissing her roughly, biting her throat, nearly breaking the skin of her neck while his fingers pinched and slapped her bruised tits cruelly.
'Uhhh… ooohhhhh.'
Sharon moved her ass from side to side, her fingers curled, clawing the backs of Tommy's broad shoulders. He didn't seem to mind, and even appreciated her spunk as he kept hitting her and pinching her and biting her Sharon thought she was going to faint.
'Keep moanin', bitch. But you ain't gonna stop this from happenin'. Virgin or not, you're gonna get fucked, and ain't nobody gonna help you.'
Tommy was squeezing her asscheeks, digging his fingers hard into her flesh. And then he was pulling down at her bikini bottoms, tugging them off her ankles and throwing them down on the greasy garage floor. She was stark naked now, stripped with that awful boy on top of her. It was the realization of her dreams, of the fears she'd had days ago. Sharon had wondered what her mother had felt while getting fucked and beaten. She was about to find out first-hand.
'Nooo!'
Tommy had slowed down a bit, his hands coursing over the smooth curves of her naked body. She shuddered, feeling his callused fingers tracing along her slim thighs, up to her ribcage, then over to her full tits and erect nipples. When he touched her like that, the girl felt something else other than sheer terror. There was that hot, itchy feeling taking over her cunt again, taking away the will to fight as his body pressed hard and hot against hers.
He was playing games with her, teasing her by kneading her white titflesh into tight little ridges, pressing them hard in his rough fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs, making her squeal again, making her legs kick out. And then he was back to rubbing her ass, shoving his hands down beneath her asscheeks, rubbing them until she could feel his jagged nails searching back, back into her dark sweaty asscrack. What was he doing?
'Uhhh… noooooo!'
Sharon tried to twist away, raising her legs higher and beating at the young animal with the balls of her feet. He was touching her shitter, scraping his fingernails along the pink, wrinkled flesh with one hand while pinching her asscheeks with the other.
'Yeah, nice, huh?'
'Uhhh… no, no, awful… awful animal, stop it!' she cried, pressing her chin down against his shoulder and trying to squirm away from Tommy's hard, muscular grip. It was impossible. The more Sharon struggled, the more she seemed to work her way into his grip.
'Nice, nice piece of ass you're gonna be.' As if to emphasize that point, Tommy stiffened his offending finger, then shoved down hard and fast.
'Uhhhh… oooohhhh.'
Sharon thought that the world had blown apart right then and there! She felt him spearing her ass, wriggling his horrible finger down into her asshole and working it around and around, his fingernail scraping her bowel lining! Shocks of strange heat raced up and down her spine, making her clit stand up and tremble strangely while Tommy kept shoving his finger in deeper.
'Oh, no, don't… oh, God, why are you doing this to me?' she sobbed.
''Cause you're a hot little pussy, and hot cunts gotta have pricks to make 'em feel real good. That's what's gonna happen here.'
He fucked her faster and faster with his terrible little finger, slipping in a second when she thought she had become accustomed to the first. Letting out another shout, Sharon gritted her teeth and felt them chatter from the pain and heat his two ass-fucking fingers were creating.
'Oh, yeah, nothin' like a tight ass to match a tight pussy. You got one of them, too, right?' Tommy whispered, biting on her earlobe.
'Stop this… stop!'
Tommy tried kissing her, driving his tongue deep in her throat. The girl grimaced, twisting her head away and spitting onto the pillow. All Sharon received as a reward for defending her honor was a hard slap across the cheek, the force nearly throwing her neck but of whack.
'I was gonna be nice and gentle. Guess you don't appreciate that. Okay, bitch, you'll get it in spades,' Tommy threatened.
There was more movement. Then she felt his hand slip down between their sweating, grinding, naked bellies. Tommy's hand was at her crotch now, pinching her cunt mound, pulling out some of her pussy hairs by the roots. He laughed when she arched her spine, wallowed her shoulders against the couch and shouted in agony. Either no one could hear, or Tommy just didn't care. Then his fingers were back into her cuntslit again, the thumb driving in. Her cunt was hot and wet, convincing Tommy that the girl was enjoying this, no matter what she cried.
'Help, huh? Man, you don't need help with the juice comin' outta you this way,' he grunted, laughing at all her sobbing cries. 'You want this bad, baby. The more I knock you around, the more you dig it. Yeah, that's what I like about you.'
'No, no, that's not true! That's a lie,' Sharon shot back.
Tommy laughed at her denials, shaving his terrible thumb in harder. And then the girl felt pain as she had never felt before in her life! It was a sharp, concentrated kind of agony that made her snap her head from side to side and cry out. It was her cherry. Yes, it was her cherry, that thin, tiny membrane which stood guard between childhood and maturity.
'Noooo!'
She fought again, beating her fists against the young man, trying to kick him away with her feet. But he was far too strong for her. Twisting his thumb around and around in motion while pushing in, Tommy managed to tear her tiny membrane with a single push.
'Yaggggghhhhh!'
Flashing lights and roaring thunder filled her brain as she screamed and shouted, the pain becoming beyond excruciating. The girl shook violently, her body beating up against Tommy's again and again while he kept his fingers wedged there between her swollen cuntlips.
'Damn, you was a virgin!'
'Oh, oh, ohhhh…'
There would be more, much more, Sharon realized in her hazed brain, to overwhelm her this afternoon in the hot, little garage.
