He was moving his finger around in her, fighting to keep it inserted in the violently writhing ring of her tight little cunt. Tommy tried worming his finger in deeper, continually meeting resistance as the girl tried cinching her pussy muscles tightly. Sharon cried out, her face red and pinched while tears streaked her face. Oh, oh, this was awful, terrible!
"Like it, huh, baby? You dig pain, dig havin' your body worked over, huh?"
His words were like knives cutting her pride to shreds. She wasn't like her mother, a woman who thrived on having herself humiliated.
"No more," Sharon gasped, twisting her face away yet again from the big stud on top of her. "Please, oh, please, don't do anything more with me!"
She was sobbing with renewed humiliation.
Her mind spun around and around with fear and degradation. Slowly, very slowly her juice smeared outer labes were spread apart, stickily peeling back as Tommy's breathing became more and more labored. Yes, he was just like his father: big, insistent, thriving on being able to lord himself over the weak and torment hem! Just that thought made Sharon shudder, while his fingers kept twisting around and ground in her violated pussy.
"Uhhhhh… oooohhh, no!"
The girl twitched and jerked forward as his middle finger now shot out, the jagged tip circling her quivering clit. It teased along the edges of the gently quivering folds of her drenched cunt. His long middle finger kept its maddening tickle against the growing bud of her nerve center.
"No, no!"
He was trying to pry her cuntlips farther part with one hand when the girl suddenly managed to twist out from under him. "Hey, what the fuck!"
Sharon managed to grab the bottoms of her bikini as she rushed past him, tugging on the rope that controlled the front garage door. She would dash across the bushes and into the house. No one would see her. Her mother was still out shopping. She would be safe, at least for the time being, until she managed to think out what she would do.
"Get back here!" Tommy climbed off the couch, then raced up to her as the door began to scrape slowly over the floor to its opened position. Sharon yelled out again, but he mouth was clamped over while Tommy let the door swing back to its original shut position Sharon felt his hands hurting her, his finger bruising her flesh as he dragged her back to the couch and threw her down. Sharon let out soft grunt, her hair splashing over her face while her arms jerked out to either side of her body.
"Dumb bitch!" he hissed.
He stood above her quietly for a second pushing the black hair from his eyes. How those awful, hard eyes bore into her, makin' her shrink to her very soul. And then he was back on her, pushing his fingers back into he naked cunt, twisting them around as her soft warm thighs closed tightly around his arm.
"Ohhhhh," the girl moaned.
Why did she have that mixture of feeling, those conflicting sensations that took her breath away? With one part of her mind, Sharon wanted to push Tommy away, save herself from more degradation. And yet another part of her mind wanted to see what this young stud was going to do.
"Startin' to loosen up a little more, baby. Yeah, that's it," he grunted with satisfaction, shaking more sweat from his face. "Keep it nice and loose for ol' Tommy."
Sharon wept more freely, sobbing with complete shame and humiliation. It wasn't enough that she was here, trapped in this terrible place. She had come voluntarily, of her own free will for this. Secretly, part of her was loving this, wanting more, just as her mother had wanted more from Tommy's dad. This was so confusing, so wretchedly mixed up!
"Nice… but I ain't gonna fuck you regular. No way. Someone like you's gotta have somethin' extra," Tommy said, pulling his fingers out with a soft, sucking sound.
Sharon trembled, looking up with wide, frightened eyes. Tommy pulled open his trousers, halving them, then shoving the greasy, faded Levi's down to his ankles. A long, thick cock that reminded her of his father's sprang out, the pulsing, dark-red head pointing right at her. Sharon gasped, shrinking back, shoving her spine against the back of the old, dusty couch.
"Oh no, no!"
It was her mother all over again! How her scalp crinkled with terror while her nostrils flared, the insides burning with the oxygen she sucked in.
"Get over… doggie style, baby, roll over onto your fuckin' hands and knees," Tommy ordered, moving one finger around in a circular pattern. Then he turned around and pulled out a dusty, cracked mirror, positioning it at one end of the sofa so that Sharon could see herself.
She did as she was told, feeling her knees sinking gently into the torn cushion beneath her. Shaking her head, the girl knocked the strands of long blonde hair from her eyes and saw her reflection in the old bathroom cabinet mirror before her. How… lewd she looked, not at all the fresh, young teen she had been only moments ago in the safety of her mother's house. Her face seemed slightly swollen. Was that from her rising lust or the blows she'd received again and again from Tommy's opened fist?
"That's it, baby, get that old caboose back up there," he said, bringing down his hand against the firm, rounded tops of her asscheeks with a dry smack, Sharon's squeal resounding through the small garage.
"Uhhh… ooohhhh!"
Tommy stepped out of his Levi's, one leg at a time, then kicked them under the couch. Working his fingers around his fat prick, he greased down the shaft with flowing pre-cum as the young stud looked over at his father's cluttered workbench. Sharon looked nervously over one shoulder, her eyes following his. He moved toward the bench, his fingers wrapping around a long, rusty rat-tail file.
"Gonna see just how hot you are, baby. I used to know some girls over at my other school who'd go down on just about anything, once you got 'em worked up. Got a funny feeling," he said, moving from the bench back to the sofa. He held the file at the rounded end, lowering the pointed metal wedge sticking from the grooved sides down to her flesh. Sharon flinched when she felt the sharp, cold metal moving along the sole of one foot. Her toes curled as she gasped. If she hadn't been so frightened, it would have almost felt ticklish.
"No, please, put that thing away. You'll hurt me if you fool around with it," Sharon wailed, about to roll back onto her ass and curl into her protective fetal position.
"Get that ass back up," he snapped, threatening her with the long, rounded file. Sharon blinked, stopped her rolling movement suddenly, and got her asscheeks back up.
"But…"
"Do what I tell you to!"
Sharon kept one side of her face pressed against the edge of the couch as she felt his eyes studying the round, firm swell of her ass. The girl had an attack of nerves, the spasms making her smooth white ass globes move as they tightened and relaxed.
"Uhhhhhh…" the girl moaned.
Tommy was breathing a little harder, his sweat-stained chest rising and falling while his prick stood out straight and hard. Moving behind her, he slapped her asscheeks with his free hand, telling her to move her ass up a little higher. Sharon gasped, wanting to sink out of sight, to disappear, to die rather than listen and obey him. But there was little choice. He had closed off all exits and would probably hurt her more if she defied him. Slowly, reluctantly the young teen brought her knees up a little farther, sliding her asscheeks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her cuntcrack was exposed.
"Man, oh, man, that's a good pussy, real nice."
His fingers roamed freely over her ass, the thumbs cutting into the soft, warm flesh that rounded into her asscrack. Was he going to torment her shitter again?
He was touching her with that horrible file now, rubbing the grooved, rough edges against her assflesh, making her skin pucker up into goosebumps. The girl groaned, feeling her elbows bending out, feeling her mind spinning around and around drunkenly as that cold rattail file slipped up and down, edging closer and closer to her cuntcrack. Sharon closed her fingers into two tight fists, pressing them against the dirty cushion under her. The girl wanted to cry. But she feared the slightest move would somehow cause an injury to herself.
"Uh!" she gasped.
And what was happening to her body? Oh, God, why was it reacting in this obscene, perverted way? Again, her mind flashed back to her mother. The moment Tommy moved the round file up to her pussy, she felt the tiny muscles guarding her cuntmouth tensing, relaxing, then tightening once more, making her pussy tremble. It opened and closed in uncontrollable spasms as the file's edge traced the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips. Sharon felt so vulnerable, so open to pain. She sucked in her lower lip and chewed down until she tasted blood as she twisted her face into a mask of intense concentration.
"Nice, eh, baby? Oh, shit yeah, real nice. Like doin' this to babes like you. Can't get enough of it, watchin' you bob that ass around, wantin' more," Tommy taunted.
"No, no, not true," she grunted, her head hanging low between her jutting shoulderblades while her hair curtained her shamed face.
But it was true! And the more Tommy moved that horrible instrument around, sliding it closer to her pussy once again, the more she knew it was true. And then she felt the grooved iron touching the center of her cunt! It was a shocking, chilly sensation, making her pussy muscles spasm shut on the object. Tommy laughed, telling the girl how it looked when her cunt moved around like that.
"Hungry for prickmeat, huh? Still want my cock in you? Sure you don't want this little mother reamin' out your cunt?"
Sharon cried out, her fingernails shredding the rough material beneath. Tommy rocked the file down and up, pressing the cold iron against her clit. Sharon gasped loudly once more, the pressure on her erect cum-center sending shock after shock through her spine. She arched her back, presenting her opened pussy almost eagerly to the young stud.
"Goddamned slut! And you kept tryin' to pretend you was such a fuckin' prize!"
The continual touch of that horrible file against her hot, moist flesh sent wave after wave of violent sensation coursing through the girl's veins. Slowly, Sharon became conscious of the fact that she was moving her hips from side to side like some sort of rutting beast… just as she had seen her mother do when Hank had, her roped down on her bed.
Sharon's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze moving up and taking in Tommy who was now kneeling behind her. She could just barely see the thick, black bush of his cock hairs at the base of his lower belly.
"Ahhhhhh…" Sharon cried out again, moving her ass around in frantic, tight circles when the young stud began moving the file back and forth in sawing movements against her clit. The searing touch was somehow mingled with the electric thrill stiffening her clit.
"Go for it, bitch!"
Sharon felt her body burst into fire. The constant rush of fluid from her fuckhole was wetting down her thighs. Oh, how she was shaming herself in front of Tommy. It was so weird, as if she didn't have any control of her young body. And he kept rubbing that awful file up and down over her cuntslit, twisting it around and around so the grooves would sand against her fluttering pussylips. And Tommy constantly made certain that the cold file was keeping in close contact with her clit. Up and down, up and down, the grooved instrument moved, stimulating her clit more and more, making her suck in air to feed her writhing body.
"No… uhhhh… oh, no, no, don't do this to me… uhhh."
Again, the girl looked at herself in the mirror, her drooping eyelids fluttering each time the raspy file ground up against her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit became worse and worse. Biting her lower lip again, Sharon bobbed her ass up and down, her tits swinging like two jugs and slapping together from the violent force of her moves.
"You want prickmeat, right baby? You want this cock up your cunt?"
Sharon refused to answer. Yes, she was hungry for that fat, purple-headed cock. She wanted to have Tommy jam his prick in her hungry, dripping fuckhole. The tender tissues were still raw from his awful cherry-breaking thumb. But even that light twinge of pain and her fear couldn't blot out the tantalizing thought of having her cuntwalls stretching around his hammer-head prick. As she thought of the size of Tommy's cock, memories of Hank's shot through her mind. Yes, like father, like son. The two of them were so much alike, in attitude as well as build. If she couldn't have the father. Sharon had the son. The thought brought a weak smile to her lips. Then reality seeped in once more and she shuddered.
"Yeah, go for it, you fuckin' bitch. Come on, make it, make it with the file."
He was twisting it around faster now, sanding the rough, ribbed edges against her puffy cuntlips, then twisting it down so her clit would benefit from every move he made. Sharon was going as crazy as Tommy, rolling her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her asscheeks at him. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her as hard as he could.
"Man, there ain't nothin' you wouldn't stop at to get a prick in you, huh?"
"Oh no, no, no!"
Was she shouting at him, at herself? Sharon didn't know. All she thought of now was the flesh set ablaze by that awful file. Oh, yes, it was so good feeling the oily sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhrrr! Hulihhrrrrr!" she growled.
Sharon was an animal now, a wild, rutting animal whose cunt wagged wetly in the air. Oh, yes, she wanted cock, needed it as badly as her mother had that fateful night. Feeling her asscheeks jiggling from her movements, feeling Tommy's fingers pressing against her ass, she wanted his stabbing prick, that wonderfully thick, long, dark-red cock in her!
"Bitch! You like watchin' yourself, huh?" Tommy shouted, noticing Sharon peering through her blonde hairs at the double image in the mirror.
"Oh, ohhh!"
Dropping the rat-tail file, Tommy, slapped her again and again across the asscheeks, each blow more violent than the next, each one arousing her even more. God, it was like a blast furnace there between her legs. And still, the juice flowed, seeping from her fuckhole, wetting down the wiry curls covering her swollen cunt mound.
"No!" Sharon suddenly gasped.
It was as if someone had set off a string of firecrackers in her pussy. She felt Tommy's blunt cockhead stabbing against her pussy. And then his prick was halfway in, the force of that initial thrust nearly lifting her knees off the sagging couch. It was like nothing she had ever felt before in her life! Sharon snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing across her whitened knuckles as her virginal cuntwalls slipped tightly over his invading prick. She felt swollen, bursting at the belly. And still, Tommy kept fucking his cock in, his fat prickhead gurgling and pumping into her juices. She felt so degraded, letting him do this to her. And worse yet was that she actually enjoyed this pain, the shame of being violated in this terrible way!
He was sliding up against her now, his balls tensing while inch by thick, throbbing inch fucked into her pussy. Sharon was letting out strangled, choked little sounds of delight as her back arched once more. Oh, his prickmeat kept coming, squeezing into her squishy cunthole. And now Tommy was sliding his hands around, gripping her tits and pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until the girl let out a sharp cry.
"Oooowwwwww!"
Sharon hunched forward, her chin sticking out while the pain around her nipples grew worse and worse. He was enjoying her cries, loving the sounds she made when he squeezed her rubbery, long nipples. Oh, God, it felt as if he were going to tear them off. And still, he kept fucking her, driving in his cock!
Oh, God, yes, as shameful as it was to her, Sharon found herself enjoying this humiliation and pain.