"Please try again, operator." I heard the numbers being punched in, the buzzing click of my aunt's phone ringing. No one picked it up. When the operator stopped trying, I thought I would start bawling like a baby. "No, thank you… I guess I'll try again later…"
I looked down at the change in my hand, looked at the cardboard box tied with string that I'd managed to squeeze into the booth with me. It was ten o'clock at night in the Greyhound bus terminal in Oklahoma City and my Aunt Betty wasn't home. Someone knocked against the glass. Not looking, I struggled the door open and dragged my box behind me. A hand took my wrist and I stared up in shock.
"Tony!"
"I been waiting for you."
"How…"
He pushed fingers through the thick curls of his hair. "Followed the bus for a while, but I got tired of that and just drove on ahead. I saw you get off." I realized that he'd heard me buy my ticket back in Olema, he'd known where I was heading.
My emotions boiled. I was more afraid of Tony than ever, but a familiar face in the cold, strange bustle of the bus station did something inside me. I tugged the string of my box and started towards the snack bar.
"Where ya going now?" he asked.
"My aunt is coming to pick me up." A policeman sauntered by a row of pinball machines and I turned my face away, remembering what that sailor had hinted of on the bus down. I threw my shoulders back so my tits would show. Not many sixteen-year-old runaways had tits as big as mine.
"You were talking to your aunt, were ya?"
"Of course I was."
"Then how come you got your dime back?"
I looked at him, looked away. "I think you've wasted a lot of time and money following me down here. I'm just not interested in seeing you any more." Tony's fingers hooked through the string of my box, pulled it from my grasp. He was steering me towards the exit.
"Let me have that back or I'm going to…"
He grinned from one side of his face. "Yeah, what you gonna do? Tell that cop over there? He'll ask how old you are right off."
"It's not against the law to be sixteen."
"It is if your parents have notified the cops that you turned up missing."
"Tony, let me have that back. I…" He pinched my arm and smiled as we walked around another policeman lounging by the door. The man nodded as we went out. Tony pulled me along, his fingers too strong for me to twist free of.
"Damn you," I spit, "Goddamn you, let me go!"
"Shut up and come on." His arm was around my waist now. The warmth of him hugging me close against him was doing things to my knees. I felt our hips brush, felt my boob flatten for an instant against his ribcage. He was so damned big, so strong. And his strength seemed to drain mine away. I knew that if I didn't get loose from him soon, he'd have me in his blazer and be driving me somewhere in a city I knew nothing about.
When Tony opened the door and tossed my box inside, I cringed back. He grabbed me roughly and dragged me over.
"Get in!"
"I don't want to… I…"
He pushed me in anyway and went around the car. I thought of jumping out again, of running. But to where? My clothes were in the box. I had three dollars and couldn't get a hold of my aunt on the phone. And the streets were full of policemen. I was really beginning to believe that by now my parents would have notified the authorities. I'd left no note. As far as they knew, some nut had abducted me. Like Tony…
"Where are we going?" Tony looked over but didn't say a word. I saw that the back of his blazer was pretty big. He'd been sleeping in it probably. Them were rumpled blankets everywhere. "You can't just take me away like this! What if the police ask you what's going on?"
"I've taken a lot of chances in my life," he said. "This is only another one of 'em."
We bumped along the street in silence. Tony seemed so sure of himself, and me. I knew that he wanted to get in my pants again. Now that he'd fucked me, forced me to open my cunt to him, tied me up and raped me… now that he'd done that, he thought I'd give in easy. But I wouldn't. I wouldn't!
"You're even prettier than you were the last time I saw you."
I stared straight ahead, trying to stop my ears mentally against his voice. He reached out his hand but I moved away. Tony laughed. We were heading into a part of town where cheap motels lined the avenue on both sides. I was watching Tony out of the corner of my eye. My breathing came in scared gasp. I felt weaker than ever, felt strangely excited, too. But more than anything I wanted to be safe from any male. Safe from their hot, hard cocks and sexy looks, their hands doing awful things to my body. Tony swung the blazer into the driveway of a motel. I stiffened, grasped the door handle until my fingers began to ache.
"If you think I'm going into a motel room with you, you're crazy." Tony pulled me suddenly against his chest. I felt his fingers slipping up my belly, under my jersey to cup a tit. I wished I still had my bra, wished the sailor on the bus hadn't cut it to pieces. The cupped feel of his spread fingers made me dizzy. I couldn't let it happen again. I didn't want to weaken to that exhilarating fire that Tony's lips were bringing to my neck. I squirmed, tried to free myself but couldn't. He was unbuttoning my jeans. I went red as he pushed down low enough to know that my panties were gone.
"You're shaking all over, Lorrie. You keep trying to pretend you're above sex, or afraid of it or something I don't quite figure…"
"I am afraid…" I tried to keep his hands from delving any deeper in the damp tangle of my cunt hair, "…of you."
"No you're not. You're afraid of yourself."
"Please let me go. Take me to my Aunt Betty's house." I writhed my ass on the seat, tried to keep his tickling fingers from parting the lips of my pussy. Oh, why did they all want to do that first? I couldn't stand the sensation very long without getting giddy and weaker than I already was. But Tony was stronger than I was. His fingertip petted droplets of slick juice from my cunt.
"Why are you breathing so fast?"
"I… I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what you want to do. You raped me once."
"I never raped you." He laughed through his nose. "You sure weren't fighting very hard when I tied you up."
"I did fight you. You were too strong." Tony crushed my lips with his. I tried to keep my mouth closed but his tongue tickled me until I had to gasp for air. "Why… why are you…" Tony kissed me wordless. His finger worked steadily in the slippery heat between my cuntlips. I couldn't keep still. As ashamed as I was of what had happened on the bus that very evening, this new friction was too tantalizing to resist. My ass worked back and forth against Tony's rubbing as he kissed my neck wet.
"Stop it… I don't want to do this with you. I hate you!"
Tony took his keys and got out. I fell weakly against the steering wheel as he walked to the small office and rang the bell. A splat of rain hit the windshield and then I heard more on the metal roof. Tony went inside. He was getting a room, a room he could take me to and fuck me…
I pushed open the door and dragged my cardboard box out after me. Maybe even the police would be better than letting Tony screw me again, make me more ashamed than I already was. I started across the lot of the motel as the rain pattered on the asphalt. As I walked, the slickened lips of my cunt rubbed together, rubbed my clit and reminded me that I was wearing no panties. I hadn't had time to get all my buttons fastened and my jeans were slipping lower on my hips. I held them up with one hand, clung to the string of my box with the other. Behind me Tony came out of the office.
"Lorrie!" His voice was sharp, commanding. I stopped. I was trembling all over. The rain was not hard, but I could feel it tickling against my head and shoulders. "Lorrie, come here!" I wanted to cry. I dropped my head and whimpered from the warring emotions that spun through my brain. What was wrong with me? Was I turning into somebody else, a stranger to everything I'd learned and knew was right?
"Lorrie, come here to me. Now!"
"Help me, Jesus," I breathed, turning my face up to the sky. Raindrops cooled my cheeks, skittered down my neck. My nipples burned against the inside of my jersey. I could almost feel Tony's strong fingers supporting the quivery firm weight of each tit. A wave of helplessness swept through me. My loose jeans slipped a little lower on my hips. I turned, started slowly back across the lot. When Tony's fingers circled my neck, I couldn't look up. He led me like a lamb to cabin three, opened the door.
I sat trembling on the edge of the bed while he drove the blazer up and began to bring in some things. He set a bottle of whiskey on the dresser, then closed and locked the door. That sound, the sound of being trapped sent a bolt of panic through me. I lunged towards the door, beat my fists against it as I screamed for help. Tony spun me around by the shoulder, slapped me sprawling across the bed. Then he was all over me. I felt his hands jerking my jeans down. He was turning me over his knee. Maybe it was all my childhood memories welling up at once, old habits, old fears… but when Tony began to spank me, I bawled like a kid. He was spanking me hard!
"That hurts! Ohh, Tony, don't!" I writhed my hips against his thighs, trying to protect myself, but Tony pinned my hands back and kept spanking. My cheeks were wet with tears and my ass was glowing hotly. I knew it must be red with the marks from his hard hand.
"You gonna learn right now who's boss now," Tony said as he spanked. "From now on, I'm the daddy and you're the daughter."
"You think you're so much older than I am?" I choked back, but my heart wasn't in it. I knew I couldn't fight him. I didn't want to any more. The spanking stopped. He shoved me to my feet and held my chin until I looked at him.
"Strip your jeans."
"Tony…"
"Strip them!" I felt my cheeks flush, turned my eyes down. I stripped. The feel of the Levi's coming down over my hipbones made me shiver but I tried not to let Tony see. The pants puddled around my ankles and I stepped out.
"Now your jersey." Tony's voice was firm, no nonsense. I skinned the jersey off over my head. My naked tits bounced heavy on my chest. Tony was smiling at my nakedness. "Undress me now."
By now my hands were shaking so hard that I could hardly get his belt buckle undone. When I pushed his jeans down along with his shorts, his cock bobbed up close to my cheek. When I unbuttoned his shirt, he kept touching my hair, my ears, my neck.
"I can't believe your body." He licked the blond tips of his mustache, pulled my face close. His lips curved wetly over mine. When he held me back again to look at my boobs, even my chin was shiny with his spit. "Now go start the shower," he ordered.
Covering my tits with my palms, I went to do what he said. As the steamy spray beat into the bottom of the tub, Tony stood behind me, touching me. His fingers lightly followed the full, outward swell of each cheek of my ass, then explored the crack between them. His other hand caressed my belly, tickled into the sensitive bottom of my navel. He lifted me against him, into the shower. The water poured off our shoulders, drenched our skins. My hair was plastered back as he kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes, too weak to do anything but lean against his strength. I couldn't look at him. When he tried to make me, I kept my eyes down.
"Wash my cock," he whispered, squeezing a bar of soap against my belly. His hands were soap-slick, too, and he smeared them up my ribcage and began to massage the undersides of my tits. When he rolled the frothy bubbles over my nipples, I moaned. I still hadn't touched his cock. Tony took my wrist and made me. He was smearing soap between my asscheeks, soothing the red places he'd made there when he'd spanked me. The slick brush of his fingers over my asshole was excruciating. I didn't know why the feeling made me feel so excited. I just knew that it was wrong somehow. Even though my skin was thrilling with excitement.
Tony's cock was hard as I lathered soap around the bluish head and worked it back along the shaft. His balls hung hot and loose in my soapy palm as I worked the heavy eggs with my fingers. Tony tongued my lips.
"It feels good to touch me, doesn't it?" I didn't answer. Tony squeezed my wrist until it ached. "Doesn't it?" I nodded against his chest. He pressed the back of my head, made my lips and teeth gouge one of his taut male nipples. It felt so strange! I didn't want to excite him, didn't want to start something I was so afraid of but my tongue licked out over the hard, pinched flesh. I felt the muscles of his chest ridge with tension. "Yeah, baby, yeah," Tony breathed.
We rinsed off and he helped me out of the shower. My hair was still damp but he took my hand and dragged me back into the bedroom. He got something out of a paper sack and handed it to me. A new box of bath powder still in its cellophane wrapper.
"Go ahead," he said, "I want to watch you put it on." My face was as red as my butt. I still wasn't comfortable standing there in the amber glow from the bedlamp. I broke the wrapper, opened the box. The fluffy pad against my tits made me have to swallow. I stopped and flicked my eyes up.
"Isn't that enough? Why don't you just push me on the bed and fuck me now and get it over with. Isn't that what you want?" A sob racked my chest.
"Powder your belly, too. Everywhere." He said it like there was an understanding between us. Like if I didn't play my part, he'd spank me again, hurt me. I patted powder over my belly, my hips, looked at Tony. His eyes told me he wanted me to touch my cunt, too, so I did, watching the white powder cling in my damp thatch of pussy curls.
"Get on the bed."
Like a scolded puppy I slunk over and lay back. Now it would be over with. He would stick his cock in my cunt and I could bite my lips and think of something else until the fuck was over. I spread my knees slightly, turned my tear-damp cheek sideways against the pillow.
"Take this," Tony said. I looked, held out my hand. It was long, bullet-shaped. Made of shiny smooth plastic. I stared up at him with a puzzled look. "The switch is on the bottom." Tony poured himself a glass of whiskey. "You can put it in your mouth to get it wet."
The thing buzzed in my hand when I turned it on. A vibrator. I'd only heard of them before and now he expected me to… to fuck myself with it while he got drunk and watched! I wanted to throw the awful thing across the room at him. Tony saw the anger in my eyes.
"Don't push me. Sometimes I have a short fuse." His voice was hard-edged. "Wet it with your mouth." My hands trembled more than they had before as I lifted the streamlined tip of the plastic cock to my lips. It gave off a low buzz and made my palms tinge. I licked it a little with my tongue, drew back quickly from the almost unbearable tickle. Tony's look told me I had to go on. I pushed it between my lips. It was like a shivering cock and the similarity made me ashamed and wicked-feeling. I licked the plastic quickly, wet it with saliva as best I could and looked at Tony again.
"Put it inside your cunt."
"You're not going to make me do this, are you?" I was whining for mercy, ashamed of my nakedness, afraid of his eyes.
"Do it!"
I dropped my hand, let the cocklike thing brush apart my powdered pussy curls. It was some kind of hell Tony was putting me through. My mind was weak from frying to resist him, my thoughts tumbled together in meaningless patterns leaving only fear and shame. At the first touch of the buzzing plastic tip, my snatch surged with juice. I tried not to touch anyplace that was too sensitive, but my cunt tingled everywhere, the vibrator was sending out its tendrils, torturing my nerves.
"Move it… make it go deep in your cunt."
"Nooo, I…" Tony had stood up, come over to the bed. He sat on the mattress with his whiskey to watch. I sucked my bottom lip and bit it hard as I moved the white plastic cock up and down my gash. More hot butter washed over the vibrating tip. It settled into the soft center of my hole and seemed to slide inside my cunt almost as if something was sucking it deep. I gasped, fingers slippery on the juicy plastic.
"I… I can't stand this! Ohhhh, God…" It was bringing a ravishing tickle to the deep, tender walls of my cunt. When I tried to pull it out of my hole, Tony reached over and held it in, pushed it even farther. My fingers slipped from the base. It was almost too far for me to find it again! The rapidly moving tip forced hard against the end of my cunt and my back arched up from the bed. I whimpered for breath, writhing my hips from the unbelievable sensation.
"I like my women deep," Tony said. He petted the lips of my cunt where they had closed around the base of the vibrator. It was going wild up inside of my twat! I tossed sideways on the bed, contracted the muscles of my cunt to try and push it out.
"Tony… it'll hurt me… it'll…"
"It can't hurt you, baby." He dug his fingers in the white meat of my tit, tongued the nipple up with long, hot licks. My ass jumped as shoots of hot pleasure raped my senses. Frantically I dug between my cuntlips with shaking fingers, trying to grasp the butter-slick base of the vibrator and pull it free. Tony pulled my hands away, pressed his tongue hard against the palm of one. I felt swirls of lust scald me. He sucked on my middle finger, tongued the tender spots between them. I threw my head back hard, felt his mouth suddenly against my throat, sucking. Then he was kissing down my body, kissing my belly and crotch and inner thigh. I was weak, breathless. He pulled the vibrator very slowly from my pussy. The sound of it coming loose from my hole made me close my eyes and then open them wide again when Tony touched the vibrating end against my clit.
I pawed the air with my heels, trying to kick him, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but Tony grabbed my ankle and forced it up. I felt my little toe suddenly surrounded with wet heat. He was sucking two toes, then three. I licked my lips and thrashed my shoulders against the mattress. Tony worked the vibrator around in circles where my clitoris budded from my slit. I knew it had swollen but from its hood. I could feel the keen shiver of the instrument Tony was inflaming me with. I panted hoarsely. And then for a moment he was shifting himself to another position, had let go my ankle. I rolled to one side, kept rolling until I tumbled off the edge of the bed and fell with a thump on the carpeted floor. I crawled on my knees towards the corner of the room. Tony was coming after me fast. I didn't know how I thought I could escape. My sex honey poured from my cuntlips. My head banged against the wall and I pushed myself to my feet, turned. Tony came at me smiling. His cock was pumped full of blood at the end and swung heavily from his groin. I could see the hefty fullness of his balls, too. I giggled with maniac fear, giggled again. I knew I was losing my mind. I pressed my back into the corner, dug my heels at the floor. Tony stopped with his cock just touching my muff. His fingers dug into my shoulders, forcing me down, down. With my head cradled by the corner I was helpless. He forced my jaws wide and fucked his cock between my lips, deeper until I gagged violently. But he fucked deeper still. Tony petted the side of my face.
"Stop… it's all in your mind."
My own insane laughter snuffled through my nose. He gouged the start of my throat with his knob, and I fought to keep from gagging again. Somehow it worked. My stomach bucked wildly but I concentrated and calmed it. His cock glided back, then squished deep. Once more I convulsed and my tongue spasmed frantically against the underside of his shaft. My head banged against the walls on either side of me. I was on my knees, bent helplessly back. Tony took his prick from my mouth and I cast my eyes up. The smile on my lips didn't feel right, didn't feel like part of me.
"You like to suck my cock, don't you?"
I looked at the glistening, thick knob that hung there before me. Spit dripped from the two lobes at the bottom, wet my tits. My lips leaked drool onto my chin. I felt my shoulders shake… I was laughing. Where was my laughter coming from?
"Nice cock… pretty cock." I petted his balls, tenderly squeezed each one. My head spun. That brutal, lovely cock… so taut and hot with blood. I jacked the skin back and then brought it forward again. My tongue speared out and flicked the slit at the very tip. Tony grunted his pleasure, curled a finger around my ear.
"Tell me you love my cock."
"Love it… yes, I love it! Love, love, love it! So big… sooooo hot!" I speared my tongue again, bathing the velvet-slick knob with my saliva. Then using my lips, I carefully spread my spit. I mouthed the throbbing lobes at the bottom, let my teeth lightly cut the ridge at the top. Tony's powerful hips rode forward and I opened my jaws as wide as I could. He fucked along the trough of my tongue, fucked to my throat and entered it. I didn't gag! I just held my mouth wide and let him fuck so deep that his balls bumped my chin. I fingered them, felt them part in their slick sac, felt the tubes that connected them to his cum-slit.
"Swallow…" Tony's voice was shaking now. I swallowed. My throat closed around his knob, swathed it with whisper-soft membranes. Very slowly he dragged his shaft back. Back along my lips and teeth. I licked at his prick as he withdrew and began to jerk his cock with both hands.
Tony shivered. His fingers tightened in the long brown locks of my hair. He was breathing harder than ever and the swollen red crown throbbed between my lips. He held his knob poised there, not quite inside my mouth. I knew what was happening and yet the old fear did not jolt through my body like it had before.
"What are you gonna do when I come?"
I giggled a crazy, lilting giggle. "I want you to come… I wanna eat your jizz…" A droplet appeared at the tip of his cock, grew milky and then spurted with force down the length of my tongue. I lapped it hungrily into my throat and gulped it down, licking wildly for another one. As I washed Tony's knob with the flat of my tongue, another glop frothed thickly and bubbled against my lips. They smacked stickily with the hot stuff. I licked white flecks from the corners of my mouth, jacked his cock with feverish energy. My nipples burned to be touched. I ground them against his knees, moaned with animal pleasure. The balls in my hand pulled up against the base of his cock. I could almost feel the sperm being pumped from them and forced down the tube towards his knob. Another flood of seed splashed out. He was humping wildly and his prick slipped away from my lips for a second. When I tried to get it back, his cockhead was shoved tightly against my chin and sprayed down over the tops of my boobs. Frantic, Tony jabbed his dick deep, deep into my throat again. Hot jizz erupted. I heard it gurgling thickly in my nostrils as I laughed again. I jammed my fingers into my own slit, gauged the slick, hot folds apart. Then I was trying to stand up, wiggling my back up the wall as Tony's cock came loose from my mouth and hung heavily down, a last drop of cum hanging in a string from the tip.
"Fuck me, please… Ohhhhh, God, I'm going crazy…" I laughed shrilly, pressed Tony's wilting prick up against my gash. But he staggered back, fell with a crash across the bed on his back. Weaving I crossed the room and fell with a crash across the bed on his back. Weaving I crossed the room and fell beside him. He was so beautiful, so damned big! His chest heaved as he breathed in needed air. His thighs looked like they could lift a horse off the ground. I gingerly touched him on the shoulder, bent to kiss a spot near his musky armpit. My thoughts would not congeal. They thundered through my brain like hailstones. I put my cheek against his strong belly and closed my eyes. What was happening to me? What had Tony done to my mind? I shivered with pent-up lust. Yes, I wanted more. The aftertaste of his cumin my mouth was like ambrosia. I found a drying spot of it on my tit and lifted it so I could devour every last drip of the lovely, flat-tasting slime. Minutes passed, I couldn't tell how many. I was ecstatic with my new madness, insane to have my own come. I kissed his stomach and crotch and held his balls lovingly against my cheek. Lightly, very lightly I licked his cock and cried a tear of joy when I saw his rod stiffen and rise from his thigh. I slobbered eagerly over the tumid, swelling knob, rubbed it with my puffed lips. Tony sat up.
"So you want it, do you?"
"Yes!" I blinked back tears.
"Then get down on the floor."
"What?"
"On the floor on your knees." I was afraid again, going crazy with want and confusion. I got down on my knees on the floor, looked up at him in complete surrender. He came over and walked around me, touching my hair, punching my thighs with a foot. "From now on you're mine."
"Yes," I babbled. "Ohhhhh, yes!"
"You'll do what I tell you."
I nodded, wiped another tear away. "Anything…"
"Get on your back," Tony said. He still wasn't smiling but his face had softened. I longed to dig my fingers in his blond hair, to hold him. I parted my knees and thrust my cunt up to him. I rubbed my ass against the rug, squirmed my shoulders. And then quickly he dropped to his knees and fell between my thighs. His cock slapped down on my belly. I was crying with the fever to have it inside my cunt. Both of us clutched at its heaviness and finally I wedged the knob between my flooding slick twat lips. Tony was wild, crushing me down against the hard floor. My asscheeks flattened under the power of his fucking as he stretched my pussy with his prick. He speared his barbed tip deep into my cunt, raked it back and speared again. I bucked my hips, bit his shoulder until salty blood was on my tongue.
He held my face. He was smiling. I opened my mouth against his and our teeth grated as he rolled his hips in circles against my heated crotch. My cunt was peeled back, the petals rubbing their drenched slick surfaces against Tony's shaft and body.
"Gooooood," I babbled, "soooo good."
"You're going with me from now on."
"Forever…"
"I don't know where we'll be half the time. We'll be living out of the back of my blazer when the money gets scarce." He held his cock deep in my hole and let me wiggle against his stiff rod. "But whenever I look at you, you can start undressing."
"Yesss!"
"We won't have to worry about buying you panties. From now on, you won't wear any."
"I don't want to wear them any more…" I bit his lip hard, sucked ravenously at his tongue. His hips ground against mine. I plunged my twat up and down to get him deeper, to get the tip of his cock against the end of my cunt. I was dying from the ecstatic itchy lust that screamed through my body.
"Every morning that I need it, you'll suck my cock and drink my cum."
"I promise, I promise!"
"And whenever, wherever we are, and I want to eat your pussy, you'll strip your clothes and [missing text]."
"God yes!" I clutched his broad back. "Oh, fuck me, Tony! Fuck me!"
"How deep does my cock feel?"
"Sooooo deep… make it deeper!"
His knob pushed against the knotted end of my cunt and stretched it back into my belly. I clawed feverishly at my stomach with a hand, felt the thick hardness of his dick pushing my guts out of the way. Tony moaned as I rubbed his cock through the wall of my belly. My heels dug against the carpet. I hooked a leg over his, clamped his body even harder against my own.
"I thought you didn't care anything about me," I gasped, feeling my pussy begin to convulse.
"I drove a long ways for somebody that doesn't care…"
"I love you, I'm crazy about you!" I licked his mouth wildly.
"Yeah, baby, I love you, too." He dug his hands into my soft ass and held me like a stuck rabbit while his cock gouged and plunged and fucked my cunt. Hot floods of pussy juice wet the rug under us. I heard the sucking, slurping rub of our steamy parts as they spasmed closer to the consuming throes of our climax. Tony's cockhead swollen so big that my cunt was being stretched out around it. It hurt with glorious tickling pain. I thrashed my ass more feverishly to make it hurt better.
Tony rolled to one side, pulling me with him. We were fucking wildly, crazily on our sides and then he was pulling me on top of him. My come started as I felt his hard body supporting me, his arms tight around my waist. I took great shuddering lungfuls of air and writhed my ass. I was skewered on his rigid, throbbing cockshaft, felt it holding me there over his crotch as I moved so that the feather-soft folds of slick velvet inside my cunt swathed his hard tool. Then Tony rolled again and I was under him, crushed against the rug, coming hard!
"Ohhhhhhh, help!" I kicked my foot out, smacked the end of the bed hard enough to move it. With my other heel, I gouged between Tony's asscheeks. I dug my nails into the meat of his back. I bit and cried and flopped like a dying rabbit that had suddenly found life at the last moment. Hot cum burst from Tony's cock and bathed my convulsing snatch. It sucked back along my cunt and dribbled out in slick puddles beneath my twitching ass. Maybe I was crazy now, maybe so… but the confusion and fear were gone now. Oh yes, my pussy belonged to Tony now and just thinking of it made my clit thrill. I fucked my hips crooked to make my cunt even tighter on his bulging knob. Yes, Tony owned my pussy but his lovely long cock belonged to me!