The door on our trailer opened outward, and when I turned the knob, someone pulled it out of my hand. The door swept back and Tony stepped inside. I was just surprised at first, confused. My hand swept a glass from the table by the divan and it crashed with a tinkling splash of brittle shards.
"I'm leaving so I thought I'd drop by to say so long." Tony closed the door behind him. He loomed closer, eyes on my legs, my bare feet. "Watch out, you're going to step in the glass…" His hand hooked behind me, pulled me forward against his chest. The robe fell open slightly. Tony's smile lost some of its shyness. His blue eyes danced over the naked tops of my tits.
"I was getting dressed. I…" My face burned red. His hand tightened around my waist, and when I tried to twist away, I knew that he was every bit as strong as I'd first imagined. "Tony… would you let me go?"
"Where's your mother?"
I glanced towards the bedrooms. "She's taking a nap."
"You're lying." He licked his blond mustache. "You're alone."
"Please let me…" The roughness of his mouth against my neck made me gasp, twist my head away. Both of his big arms circled me now and when I tried to get my arms free, my robe parted, slipped back over my shoulders. Tony jerked it down until it hung from around my hips. He kissed me wetly on my face. Twice I kept my mouth away, but finally he held my head and pushed his tongue between my lips. Now I knew what he was – a drifter, a guy who'd met my dad one night and come back to screw the daughter the very next day. His hand went to my cunt. I tucked it back under, pushing my ass as far out as I could. But Tony wedged me against the wall and forced his fingers into my pussy curls.
"You were waiting for me… your cunt's wet."
"No… no I wasn't waiting for anybody. I…"
He rubbed over my clit, rubbed it again. The fleshy nubbin collapsed in its slick hood and then began to swell with blood. I writhed wildly to free myself, but Tony was as big as a gorilla. I smelled his musky odor, felt the roughness of his callused hand curled under my ass.
"You smell like a princess…"
Somehow I got a hand free, somehow I found the courage to bring it down hard across his face. Tony let his head spin with the blow, laughed back at me.
"Okay, baby, if that's how you want it…"
I was on my back on the sofa almost before I knew what had happened, Tony's knee in my belly. He yanked the belt from my robe and made a couple of quick turns, binding my wrists together. Then he picked me up, one arm around my waist, the other circling my thighs.
"Don't scream." His eyes had lost any shyness, any mercy. Just those wards, flat and sharp. I looked with scared eyes at his huge shoulders, his powerful arms and hands. He could kill me in ten seconds if he wanted, just a crazy drifter. Maybe he'd killed women before. I closed my eyes tight. I was so scared I couldn't even cry as he carried me down the hall and into the last bedroom, my bedroom.
"Hey, I lucked out." He tossed me down on the bed. "This is your room, ain't it?"
"Please, won't you just let me go and leave?"
He laughed again, picked up the flopping end of the belt that bound my hands and pulled them above my head. He was tying it to the head of my bed, knotting it. I tucked my knees up against my tits. Tony grabbed my ankles and stretched them down again. What was he pulling from his pocket? Something like a cord. Rawhide. It cut into my ankle when he cinched it and pulled it down over the end of the bed.
"My mother's coming back in a few minutes." I was trying to make my voice sound as confident as I could. "What will you do then?"
"I'll invite her in, I guess." He had both ankles tied now, my legs apart. I tried to twist over on the bed, only hurt myself when the rawhide tightened. I whimpered when Tony's big silver belt buckle hit the floor. I gave a muffled cry when he dropped his shirt and skinned down his shorts. I looked quickly away from the swinging, white cock that pointed towards me as he came across the room. The bed gave. I couldn't have seen what I had seen. A man's cock just didn't grow that big! I peeked through my pinched lids, sucked in a breath. Tony's cock was that big! So white along the shaft, so purple at the head. I had seen Phil's dick only in the moonlight. Now, the jolting reality of mid day made me weak from fear.
"God, your tits are something far-out, baby."
He straddled me, pressed his big balls down on my belly. Then he bent down and started kissing my face again. I struggled to keep my mouth closed, but Tony wormed his tongue inside, forced deep into my throat. I gagged, gasped for air. His hands piled my body, rubbed the sensitive flesh under my arms and on the insides of my thighs. When I felt a finger searching for my hole, new fear, horrible fear made me want to retch. The surprise came quickly to his face.
"You're the first virgin I ever found, you know that?" He laughed, a crazed laugh that had some of his shyness in it, too. If it was really shyness. If he wasn't an escaped mental patient who'd rape me and then strangle me slowly with my own bathrobe belt or worse…
He wallowed down on my body, kissed my belly wetly and my pussy fur. Then he was licking hot spit up into my cunt. I felt it dribbling down both thighs, down onto my ass. He was ravishing the seeping tenderness of my parted gash and as the rubbed surfaces swelled out to meet his tongue, I gave another helpless cry that turned to a breathy whimper without me being able to stop it.
"Always wanted to eat a real virgin, eat her and then fuck her." When I gave a sob, he smoothed both hands up over my heaving tits. "Hey, you ain't got no use for this little cherry anyway. Just relax. You'll dig it."
"Oh, no… you can't do this… I, I won't let you do… Ohhhhh!"
It was his tongue. That damned licking friction on my oozing slit wouldn't give me a second of peace. I tried to pull my knees up. The rawhide thongs cut deep, and that cutting sensation only made me feel his pussy-licking worse. As he sanded against the deepest petals of my cunt, I jerked again. What was it? The tension in my calves and thighs maybe as I bucked to free myself. Shivers of want spread over my body, the same sensations I'd felt when I'd rubbed deep into my cunt with my own fingers.
"Please don't do that any more… Oh, please!" His tongue had sucked my clitout of its fleshy hood and was stroking it mercilessly. I felt him dive back down the length of my gash, rub the squiggly bunched membrane where I knew my cunt must be. It was hidden under a thin layer of skin, a membrane I'd been afraid to touch since I was small. Mother had told me always to keep my hands away from my body, away from that seepy crack that split me down below. Tony's tongue pressed in against the spot, pressed even harder. Something stretched in my cunt.
I bucked hard on the bed, fought my way upwards. The rawhide stretched, cut deeper into my ankles. I pointed my toes and strained to pull free. Tony speared his tongue into a point and pressed up my cunt and in… in… in!
"Oh, noooooo!" I squirmed in fear, tried to clench my knees closed, whined from the strange, scary feeling of something so hot and pointed trying to enter my virgin hole. My heavy tits quivered, flattened back on my chest. The nipples had risen, brown fingers of tingling nerves that seemed to beg for a hand to touch them. No! I didn't want any hand to touch them. I wanted to be free, to be rid of Tony and… Something stung me. I didn't want to believe what it was.
"Ohhhh!" I gasped, making the thongs pop against the end of the bed as I jerked. Tony moved his head from side to side, and I felt the point of his tongue pierce my cunt. The stinging hurt grew as my cherry parted. Oh, God in heaven, he was raping me… but with his mouth. The strangeness, the perversity of the moment broke over me. My throat hurt with dryness as I sucked breath. But I was soaking wet around my cunt, soaked with my own hot pussy butter and Tony's spit. He gouged his tongue into my cunt mouth again and the pain got worse.
"No! Nooooo… Toneeeee!"
Then he was suddenly kissing my belly, my tits. I tasted blood on his lips, my own blood. I was too weak to close my mouth against him. He sucked my lips between his teeth and bit them. I could hear the echo of my breath, the heat of our tongues made more heat. It was awful. And with his huge body over me, lying between my tied legs, I was aware of a new menace. His fingers, callused fingers, gouged my cuntlips apart. Something hot and huge pressed against the still stinging knot of my cherry. It was that bluish, barbed cock tip I'd been afraid to really look at. I knew that and cried from the stark, cold fear. He was going to fuck me! Come in me! He was raping me!
I opened my mouth to whine but Tony's tongue filled it again, searching the ravaged softness under my tongue. His powerful hips eased forward, straining the rawhide cards that held my ankles wide apart. The feeling was of something parting, something breaking up in the pit of my cunt. The pain wasn't any worse than before, but I knew I was no longer a virgin. My belly shivered as I tried to rock my hips away, tried to make the angle wrong for his cock to go inside. But his swollen knob was drenched with my slick pussy juice and when he punched forward with short jabs, my inner petals were stretched apart, stretched out around that huge, hot ridge and then sucked in against his shaft. He pulled back slightly, and I felt my insides pulled outwards behind his retreating cock.
"You're killing me! Oh, God!"
"Easy baby, easy…" His kiss smothered me, smothered my cries. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I let him, whimpering like a caught rabbit. I felt his fingers dig into the meat of my ass as he held me still to fuck deeper. The slick friction of his cock tip as it stretched my virgin cunt felt so… strange. I couldn't seem to control my breathing at all. I was panting, short of air. Saliva ran in streaks from the corner of my mouth. Tony tucked his ass in, his whole body trembling with the excitement of fucking me. I knew he must be excited by the way his kissing had changed, grown deep and hungry. I felt like I was being eaten whenever his open mouth searched my shoulders, my tits. Once I tried to push his face away and he caught my little finger in his mouth and sucked it until the bottoms of my feet burned.
"Please let me go… don't make a baby in me, Tony, please don't…"
He laughed and rocked his cock deeper into the flooding, hot folds of my cunt. He was touching places inside me that had never been touched by anyone, anything ever before.
"You got the finest little body… and these tits…" He mouthed one boob like he might devour it, mouthed it again with his teeth and tongue. I arched my back when he bit the nipple. The thing I felt I didn't want to feel. I was so ashamed of what was happening to me, tied to my own bed, raped by some drifter who might murder me when he was through fucking me. He pulled the nipple deeper. I felt the softness of my tit flesh sucked deep between his lips. Then he danced the tip of his tongue hard against the brown, stiff nipple. It bent against the wet pressure and the streaking thrills of his ravenous tickle made my hips snap down, toss on the mattress. I tried to control myself, tried to keep from moving at all but Tony was sucking my other boob now and pumping his cock deeper in my cunt as he tongued fever into my nipple. His cock still wasn't very deep. I could tell that the inner depths of my cunt had not been touched by his steamy prick, at least not yet. Then Tony was doing something that brought a crazed moan to my throat. He cupped my cheeks up from the bed and held me there as he fucked deeper. My ass wiggled helplessly in his big hands as he speared deeper in my snatch. My juice washed back along his cockshaft and I heard it popping where my petals were parted around his rod. The tightness of his prick pulled the flesh around my clit each time he fucked. I counted three, four, five… felt the tingling buzz of my come beginning. No… I couldn't let it happen. I just couldn't!
"Tony… stop, stop!"
"You like it, don't ya?"
"I hate it! I hate you! Ohhhh… noooooo, stop, please!" But my words blurred and turned to frenzied little growls of pleasure. I wouldn't let myself think of pleasure, but it was. Shameful, helpless pleasure as Tony dug his fingers against the crack of my ass, plowed his tongue between my lips, fucked me as my cunt butter and blood mingled and wet us both. My ears buzzed with senseless sounds; my eyes wouldn't focus. I tried to grab his muscled back but the belt from my robe tightened around my wrists, reminded me that I was a captive – a victim of rape. How could I touch anyone who'd done that to me?
"Baby… God damn!" Tony pulled back. I felt my raped pussy sucked with him, clasping to the huge and throbbing tip of his cock. But he pulled more of his cock out of my cunt, more until his prick was free from my hole. Then he fell forward, his cock slick and bloody against my belly. A streak of something hot went up my skin, another even hotter. I was too woozy with my come to think of what was happening. Tony pumped the huge welt of his cock up and down against my stomach as more jizz frothed out. I felt my navel fill, overflow. A dribble coursed down my side and wet the sheet.
"Lorrie… Christ!"
He was so big, so heavy. A door slammed. Had I imagined it? Tony, getting up. My eyes so heavy… I tried to look at him. He was putting on his pants, now his shirt. He was hurrying. Why was he hurrying?
"Ohhh, what did you do to me?" My cunt still pulsed with the convulsions Tony's fucking had created. He had worse than raped me, he'd made me come with him. His sperm was cooling on my belly now, and I strained my legs against the rawhide. Tony's knife flicked out from the scabbard on his belt, the blade unfolded with a snick. This was the end. He was going to… The blade slashed each thong, cut quickly through the belt of my robe. Then, almost before I could move, he slashed downward at the screen covering my window. It parted and he pushed a foot through, sat for a second on the sill. Someone was in the trailer now, I could hear footsteps. Mother… my mother!
Tony looked at me, smiled his half and half smile. I thought he was going to say something, but he turned instead and pushed on out of my room. Weakly I rubbed the red cuts around my ankles where the tongs had been. Footsteps in the ball now.
"Lorrie?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"You feeling all right?"
"I was tired, I decided to take a nap."
"Maybe I should take your temperature."
"Oh, no, I'm okay. I'll be up in a little bit."
"I thought we'd have soup for lunch. Wouldn't you like that?"
"That would be fine." I fell back on my bed. Thank God the door was locked. But why did that matter? Hadn't I been raped? Shouldn't I tell my mother, tell the police? No. Wit that cum drying on my belly, my cunt swollen out and smeared with blood, I felt like a leper. It had all happened so fast… how… why? Tony couldn't have planned it. I tried to remember the morning, my bath, the white powder on my body. I brushed hair from my eyes, choked back a sob. All my life I'd heard of women who'd been raped. And now…
I cleaned the mess from my body. My cunt looked as if it had been whipped. I could see the angry place where Tony had pushed his cock into me. Now there was a hole for other cocks.
No, no! What had I been as a virgin that I wasn't any more? For one thing I could still remember how his heavy meat had felt stretching my cunt wide. I remembered it all too well.
When my mother was puttering at the stove, I slipped into the bathroom and got the shower going. I scrubbed every inch of my skin, scrubbed away Tony's touch, his spit, his sperm that by now had caked along my stomach and in the shallow well of my navel. Only then did I realize that he had pulled his cock out of my cunt for a reason. He had waited until the last minute and taken his prick from my raped pussy and pumped it against my belly while the hot seed boiled out. But no, he couldn't have cared. He was a drifter and I'd never see him again. And I couldn't ever tell anyone in the world what had happened either. If I had screamed when he was getting out the window, if I'd called for my mother and yelled rape, then… But not now. And I didn't know why I had let him go. Except for the shame I felt, the awful hurt of losing my virginity to a no-good stranger who would be out of the state before the day was over.
I lathered the soap and washed every crevice of my body for the third time. My cunt was so tender that I had to dab at it gently, but I made sure it was clean from the musky touch of Tony's cock. Mom had lunch on the table when I came out.
"I want to go to church with you this Sunday… to the eleven-o'clock service." I bit a cracker, didn't look up at my mother's face.
"Well, I think that's wonderful, Lorrie. But I guess I'm a little surprised that you've asked."
"I just think I'm old enough to… to understand maybe about that kind of thing." I looked at my soup. I wasn't very hungry.
"We'll unpack your white dress, the one I bought for you last month. I always thought you'd look wonderful in it. And we'll buy some white gloves and…" She gave me a motherly look. "Lottie, are you sure nothing is wrong?"
I shook my head hard. "No, nothing at all."
"I'll admit I've always been a little afraid that you'd take after your father when it came to religion. But I was careful not to press too hard, I knew you'd refuse to even go to Sunday school if I started harping…" She took a spoonful of soup, dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin. "I'm thrilled that you came out and asked me like this. I've met the young preacher at the church, and he's a very interesting person. I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing his sermon this coming Sunday and maybe I'll mention your interest and we can think about baptism."
"I just said I wanted to go to church with you, Mom."
She patted my hand. "Of course. There I go getting pushy."
We finished eating in silence. I went back to my room and closed the door. The curtains on the window would hide the screen until I could think of what to do about it. I could just say I'd lost the tie to my robe and throw it away with the leather thongs. Mother would never understand how it had gotten cut like that, no matter how big a lie I told. I slumped on my bed. Yes, I was telling lies, hiding things as if I'd committed a crime. At least no one could tell what had happened to me. They couldn't just look at my eyes and tell I'd been fucked, could they? I lay staring at the ceiling. I stared for a long, long time.