She wasn’t sure how long ‘she’d been walking. Her watch was broken, she discovered when she looked at it. Must have happened when she fell out of the van. Or maybe later, up at the tent, when they’d tried to… to… oh, God, they’d done more than try! Debbie was still sobbing, but her, tear ducts had long since dried up, and her eyes burned because there was no salty wetness to lubricate’ them.
“Damn them!” she said to a tree. “They… they were using me like I was some kind of animal! They were… oh, God, they were trying to rape me!” For a moment she thought she might be sick to her stomach, and she leaned against a tree, trying not to remember how Lisa’s cunt had tasted when it poured sticky juice into her mouth.
But the impulse passed and, queasy as her stomach felt, she knew finally that she wasn’t going to vomit her guts out. Debbie leaned against the tree that supported her, and it felt so hard and straight and strong. She wrapped her arms around it and hugged the tree, wishing it were a friendly human to whom she could pour out her troubles. “I don’t want to go back there,” she whispered. “I’m afraid. I want to go home. I want to go home to Ohio and never’ even hear Holly’s name ever again. I hate her. Oh, God, I hate her! And that dirty bitch Lisa, too!”
She was using language she’d never used before, and it gave her a feeling of satisfaction. “They’re cunts,” she went on, drawing even more pleasure from hearing herself say the word. “They’re bitchy, fucking cunts, and I hope their fits shrivel up and their cunts get cancer and they die before I get back.”
But she could still taste it, still feel it. Lisa’s pussy on ‘her mouth, Holly’s fingers all over her Own snatch, and that vibrator-Good God! “She wanted to stick it up me,” Debbie mused, horrified. “And she would have, if I hadn’t-”
It was the first time she’d ever struck anyone or anything in violence, and she hadn’t meant to do it when she bucked her knee upward. That was only a muscular reaction. Holly’s cunt happened to be in the way, and there was too much impetus behind Debbie’s lifting knee. She could still hear the groan of pain Holly had made. Debbie smiled, remembering Served the cunt right. The cheap trashy slut. And Lisa, barreling into the tent pole, the tent itself collapsing upon Holly and Lisa. “I guess I showed them. But-”
But what would they do when she returned? Debbie frowned. They’d be angry. Oh, Lord, she didn’t want to go back! She wouldn’t go back! “I’ll just keep walking until I find somebody to help me,” she told the tree. “Somebody who’ll give me a ride back to Aunt Kate’s, or maybe a telephone, where I can call. Daddy will drive up and get me, when I tell him what those rotten girls tried to do to me.
Yes!” Debbie hugged the tree as if she were thanking it.
It felt so nice, too. Her breasts and belly and crotch pressing tightly against the hard bole of the tree, and no matter how firmly she insinuated herself, the tree was stronger and exerted a reverse pressure that made her feel refreshed all over. She coiled one leg around the trunk and oozed herself even more closely, and there was a delightful rush of sensation between,her thighs.
Debbie closed her eyes and moaned. She’d awakened with a desire for orgasm which still hadn’t been gratified, and it would be so easy to lie down on the grass right now, slip her hand into her jeans, and frig herself until she spurted sticky cum all over her fingers-just the way Lisa had gushed girl-milk, into Debbie’s mouth such a short time ago.
The realization brought her up short and she unwrapped her limbs from the friendly tree. Time enough later. Right now she had to find some way to get back to Mom and. Daddy, and away from Lisa and Holly. Debbie smoothed her fuzzy red hair with shaky fingers and resolutely set forth, hoping that her path would bring her, sooner or, later, to help of some kind. It had to. God, it had to!
It felt like hours later, but it couldn’t have been that long, for the sun was only halfway risen above the timberline to eastward when she left the shelter of forest and found herself staring across a wide green mountain meadow. She stood there a moment, eyes drinking in the sight of miles and miles of Colorado as far as she could see, and then Debbie focused in on the most beautiful sight of all. A column of wispy smoke climbing high into the air from somewhere just over a rise,of ground on the far side of the meadow. Smoke. That meant a forest fire. Or people. She took a deep, gratified breath and started to run through the meadow, making straight for that beacon of smoke.
“Looks like something out of Grizzly Adams,” she said, looking down into a’ narrow green valley. There was a largish log cabin, firmly, carefully constructed, with a couple of smaller outbuildings nearby. At one end of the cabin was a rock-and-mortar chimney, and from it lifted the smoke, but the smoke meant that someone must be in the cabin and maybe that someone could help. She saw no electric wires or telephone cables, which was not a good omen, but maybe the cabin’s occupant had a CB radio or could at least tell her how’ to get back to civilization. Debbie set her chin bravely and started down the slope.
She mounted the porch and knocked briskly on the door. “Hello,” she called.
Inside there was a sudden furtive sound of motion. “Hello,” Debbie repeated. “I need some help, please.”
And then’ suddenly the door jerked open and Debbie’s eyes crossed in terror.
She was looking down the barrel of a revolver and it was looking back at her.
“Inside,” someone said, and she saw him for the first time.
He was about six feet tall, lean, hard-bodied. His hair was a sun-bleached pale brown and he was deeply tanned from forehead to hipbones. His legs were strangely white in contrast to his chest, and she could see and appreciate the contrast because the man was wearing only a pair of white jockey ‘shorts.
“I told you, inside! Move your ass! Now!”
Debbie groaned in fear but she followed the arc of his waving revolver and went into the cabin. He slammed the door behind them. “Okay. Who are you? What’ the fuck are you doing here?”
She tried to speak, but her tongue was frozen to the bottom of her mouth and glug-glug sounds were all she could manage.
Slowly he lowered the revolver, then tilted his head to one side, eyeing Debbie up and down. He came nearer, one of his legs brushing her thigh. She moaned in protest ‘but she was unable to sidle away from him. Unable, and, very much afraid.
“Oh, Christ,” he said then, and his voice was a little raspy as if he were speaking only with difficulty. “How old are you?”
“S-s-sixteen.”
“You’re old enough,” he said, “and you’re big enough.” He sucked in his breath, then looked down at his groin: Debbie looked too, and what she saw terrified her all the more.
The front of his shorts was suddenly, hideously distended by s9mething inside.
For a moment she wondered if she had another gun in his underwear. And then she realized what it was, what it had to be that swelled up inside his clothing.
“I’d kinda planned on Julie Christie as my first one after I got out,” he said, ‘~but she’s not around so you’ll have to do. Get your clothes off. And fast.”
“Get your fucking clothes off or I’ll rip them off! I’ve been waiting six years to get my hands on a woman and I’m not going to wait any longer.”
Her eyes were round as saucers and she couldn’t move, not with that gun enormous and frightening in his hand. “Goddamn it,” he snarled, reaching with his free hand. He grabbed the front of Debbie’s shirt and tore, buttons popping all the way down. She screamed and tried to cover herself, but he was having none of that. “You fight me, you’ll only get yourself hurt,” he warned, ripping the shirt. off her body.
She screamed then, and whirled around. Nobody had ever seen her without a shirt on, and she was terrified to think that this stranger was doing so now. But it didn’t help. As she turned, the man grabbed the waistband of her jeans and tugged, popping loose the button. The pants were too big for Debbie and they fell of their own volition as soon as they were unsnapped.
“For the love of God,” she moaned, trying to crouch into a huddle. She was wearing only her bra and panties now. The shirt was completely gone, the jeans in a pile at her feet. It was horrible. She was so fully conscious of her body and its defects that her cried-out tear ‘ducts* refilled almost – miraculously and she felt wetness rolling down her cheeks.
“Stand up,!’ he commanded, catching her wrist. She jerked up, still wishing to curl herself up and roll into a corner.
“Oh, that looks good,” he sighed, shaking his head. Drool frothed between his lips, bubbling with each breath he took.
He pulled her against him, and she was astonished at how hard and warm his nearly-bare body felt rubbing hers. And, oh, God, that other hardness, inside his shorts! She remembered the tree she had hugged in the woods during her walk. Compared to his penis, that tree was nothing but Jell-O! It ground against her stomach and she could feel blood pulsating furiously to keep him stiff and rigid.
He was biting her neck and her bare shoulder, – drooling on her, nibbling with his teeth, sloshing his tongue around; She closed her eyes and moaned through clenched teeth, enduring, unable to do anything except endure. One of his hands was locked around her, the fingers skating back and forth across the panty-covered cheeks of her bottom. And always, that hard penis, like a red-hot wedge trapped between their bodes, reminding her, screaming to her, that she was a man and she a girl.
“On your knees,” he commanded, pushing her toward – the floor. Frightened of his strength, of his gun, of his cock, she went down, onto her knees. Now the huge lump-oh, Jesus, it was bigger than huge, it was enormous, swelling the front of his shorts-now it was right before her face, and she could smell its hot-meat aroma, only inches away. Not even the salty tears spilling into her mouth could mask his strange, masculine scent.
“Suck it,” he said, pulling down his shorts.
“Oh, no, no, no!!!” Debbie shrieked, jerking back as his cock lurched free. It quivered, it bounced, it was purple – with lust and thick and throbbing and her eyes bulged at the sight of it. It was the first time she had ever seen an erect male cock-the first time she had ever seen any kind of cock.
“I don’t have time to fuck around,” he growled.
“You’ll suck it or I’ll blow your goddamned head off!” He grabbed Debbie’s head and jerked her toward him.
His cock lunged along~ one of her cheeks and she shivered as if the temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees, and then he was turning her head around and even as she tried to speak in protest he rammed his pecker into her – open mouth. “Aaaaggghhhh!!“ he moaned, thrusting.
Debbie wanted to gag. His first stroke took him almost into her throat, and she was far from ready. Oh, God, he was so big! Her mouth was full of him – and -he seemed intent upon feeding her even more. She coughed, she choked, but still his rod kept sliding into her mouth and her jaws puffed out as she struggled to accept it. – What was the ~ Gett1n~ her head blown off? That’s what he’d threatened her with. Dear God!
For the second time today she was being sexually molested and, as it had been with Holly and Lisa back at the camp, there was nothing she could do to protect or defend herself. She had a mouthful of cock and she was getting more with each passing moment.
Who was this man? Why was he mauling – and stripping and attacking her? She’d done nothing to harm him. Jesus-was he some kind of pervert who lived up here in the mountains and got his kicks waylaying any woman unfortunate enough to fall in-to his clutches? She didn’t know.
“Oh, shit, baby,” he groaned, jerking his rod out of’ – her loose-lipped mouth.
“If you were sucking cocks for dynamite, you wouldn’t earn enough to blow your nose.”
She -couldn’t speak. The sudden emptiness of her mouth, after it had been filled with his prong, was too precious; she needed time to refill her lungs.
He fisted his prick, and Debbie looked at it in awe. The thing had to be, oh, Lord, seven, eight inches long? Maybe a little more. She wasn’t good at visual computation. And how thick? He. was more than an inch in width. She’d stake her life on that. And she’d taken the better part of that enormous beast into her mouth? Debbie groaned, realizing how near she’d come to being strangled by her insane captor.
He dropped to his knees beside,her, and there was a gleam of determination-almost a hypnotic concentration-in the eyes he focused upon her face. Debbie felt her senses beginning to reel and he was a deep pool into which she began to fall. Her muscles were turning to rubber and she felt consciousness slipping away.
Yes, she thought, maybe if I pass out, it won’t be so bad. She closed her eyes and fell eagerly-into oblivion.
When she opened her eyes again she was lying on the floor and he was patting her cheeks. Debbie blinked a couple of times and said, “What are you going to do to me?”
He reached between her legs. She jerked back, but not fast enough, and that was when she realized that her panties had been taken down. “Nothing,” he said, “that hasn’t been done to you recently, if those scratches around your twat are any indication, baby. Just spread your legs and enjoy it.”
And with that he flung himself on her. His shorts were still pulled down to free his cock, and she felt the heat of his prick swinging back and forth on- the insides of her thighs. “N-n-n-nnnn-” Debbie moaned, but it was too late.
He reared up, anchored his knees between her legs, and he split her widely. She wailed, for it hurt to be so open, but it was a cut-off wail indeed. The tip of his dong bumped her split pussy lips and suddenly- he was thrusting into her, stabbing despite the resistant tightness.
Debbie lost her voice for a moment, and when she regained it, what came from her lips was a piercing scream. “AAAAIIIIEEEE!!”
“My God,” he gasped, and his cock barreled into her, bursting her hymen in one vicious, painful stroke. She felt her guts turn over and-then he was fully in her, his belly against hers as he lay upon her, and he breathed sour breath into her nostrils. Something wet was starting to leak from her cunt, and she knew without even looking that it was the blood of her butchered cherry. I’m not a virgin any more, Debbie thought, biting her lips. I’ve been raped. Oh, my God, I’ve been raped!
He raised -his face and looked at her, and she saw something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Did -he shake his head just a little? Was there a trace of sorrow in his expression? – She didn’t know, couldn’t guess. Her own eyes were misted over with tears of the pain he’d given her and her head was throbbing like a migraine special. She felt him move slightly against her, and some of his cock slipped out of her tight, agonized quim.
Some of it, but not a lot. She still felt as if a free-trunk had been thrust up her belly, and she was positive that her vagina had -been ripped to shreds by the – brutality of – his first stabbing penetration. She seemed -wetter than ever. Was she pissing herself too? Oh, God, she hoped not. That would be too much, the ultimate degradation!
But it was only wetness flowing out of her. Some of it had to be blood, she knew, but some of it was a totally different substance-the same kind of wetness she loved to tease from herself with frisky fingers on the twat. There could be no mistake. There was a hammering inside her belly and she could feel all the responses that normally came with a simple act of masturbation-the quickening of breath, the flush that began at her hairline and spread down to the pink nipples of her big tits, the twitchy, itchy, rippling at her pussy’s tight mouth.
The man looked at her. “Sorry,” he said, and then he slammed his mouth upon hers. The kiss took her by surprise. – The only kisses she’d ever known had been from relatives. Pecks from Daddy. Sloppy kisses from grandmas and aunts and uncles. Touch. Then gone. This was something entirely different, something she had never thought she would ever experience.
It was the kiss a girl might expect from a lover, Debbie decided. Ridiculous as the idea might seem. His mouth was warm and wet and she could feel his tongue sliding across her lips, tickling them, teasing them, plying between as if it wished to enter her own warm wet orality. One more pass, and her mouth yielded.
Lips parted and he thrust his tongue inside her, with a lot more gentleness than he’d used inserting his cock. His tongue touched hers and began to play a sweet game of tag inside Debbie’s mouth. She opened her eyes in astonishment, saw that his eyes were staring-at her in reply.
Take it easy, his eyes seemed to tell her, and some of the tension began to evaporate. it still hurt like blazes, down there, but her cherry was broken.
There was no way she could ever grow anew one. And so, when he began to slide his cock in and out of her with long, delicate strokes, she didn’t resist. Her body went almost completely limp beneath him and she allowed him to take his pleasure. There was no way she could stop him, was there? No way she could throw him off her, no way she could undo what had happened? And-Debbie’s eyes enlarged-it was starting to hurt less and less and less…
He ran his hands up and down 1~er body as he flicked her. That’s what he was doing, Debbie reminded herself. He was fucking her. He had his cock in her vagina and he was moving it in and out~ his groin pressing against hers when he was fully buried in Debbie, his balls tap-tapping, swinging as he fucked her, big balls, or at least they felt big, rocking in the lightness at the apex of her thighs.
He had almost no hair on his chest,’ but there was plenty between his legs and it touched her in places she was bare, and there was a ticklishness-to it that wasn’t at all unpleasant. His mouth still covered hers, and the soothing playfulness of his tongue was beginning to make her forget the pain he had caused only a few minutes ago.
Not completely, of course. He’d ripped her with his penis, and each time he moved in her she remembered that initial thrust. The tender lips ~f her pussy parted for his strokes, aching a little each time he stabbed through them, but she wasn’t so sore down there now.
His, tongue pushed – deeper into her mouth. She closed her cheeks tightly upon it, startled to find that she was actually-sucking his tongue, sucking it with a totally impromptu fervor. This, she thought, this is what he wanted me to do with his cock, when it was in my mouth! And it’s so… so… easy!! – Without realizing it she put a hand on his shoulder. It was a small, warm hand, the fingertips resting lightly on his flesh, and he inclined that shoulder a little more closely- toward her. Debbie wasn’t aware that she had- touched him until her hand closed upon his flesh and began to squeeze, and then it was too late to stop. Still moving his rod in and out of her with gentle but deep plunges, he covered one of her bra cups with his fist and squeezed her tit rhythmically.
She felt a quickening of breath in her body, and her fit seemed to engorge in his hand. Her nipple was hot, straining against the cloth cup which surrounded her boob, and she knew that he couldn’t help but feel the pulsation of her fit as he squeezed. Debbie raised her other hand, wondering why. When it wrapped around his neck, she knew why, and she wasn’t entirely certain that she was Sony. Oh, Jesus, she prayed silently, what is happening to me?
Already her knees were lifting, and her feet rising from the floor. One of her feet slipped around the man’s calf, tied it self in a knot there.
“Mmmmmppphhhh… ” She groaned as he seemed to slip deeper into her pussy, deeper than she had thought it possible for a man to go in a woman. It felt as if the head of his cock were already burrowing among her intestines or even higher. There was a lightness around her heart, as if it were on the verge of shutting down and she breathed harder, faster, not wanting to die-not now-oh, God, God, God, not nowwwww!!!!
Debbie’s head fell back and her mouth, still open, gave forth a crooned “0000HHHHHH!!” that made her eardrums ache nearly as much as her lungs. She lightened the grip of her hand around the man’s neck and she Pinched off five fingers’ worth of his hard shoulder muscles and she raised her other foot and, if anything, it opened her all he more. When his cock shoved home now, she. could feel it at the bottom of her throat and it didn’t hurt anymore-Jesus, it didn’t hurt at all! He pulled back, extracting better than half his long rod, and she thrust her pussy up at him, the lips dick and wet, eager to be refilled, anxious to be wedged and ravished by the hard hot barrel of him.
“Good God, what are you doing to me?” she moaned, holding on for dear life.
He didn’t answer. He fucked. And with each plunging insertion of his dong, Debbie learned, in spades, what he was doing to her. There was no question of lubrication. Her twat was sopping wet, inside and out, and she could hear the squish as his cock lunged into that wetness.
She’d been masturbating for two or three years, at least, and she was no stranger to her body’s reactions. When the orgasm began to simmer in her belly, Debbie knew it, and she blushed for shame. But how could she stop her body’s natural processes? And, Jesus, did she even want to? She wrapped her arms and legs around him even tighter and she made her ass bounce up from the floor in greedy, cock-swallowing attacks whose significance he could not but be aware of. She didn’t care what he thought of her, she didn’t care what she’d think of herself when this was over. She was going to come, and when she did, she wanted it to be a come she’d never forget One time in her life-one time, oh, Jesus-she had the chance to discover how it was, what it was like to be with another person; and even if it wasn’t the way she’d have chosen, Debbie had to experience it in full. The opportunity would never come again. If she died tomorrow she would have one delicious memory to carry to the grave.
“Ohmygod I’m cominggggg… ” She didn’t even recognize her own voice. The diction was slurred and blurred and the words rushed from her in a muddy torrent. But she didn’t need words. Her cunt swamped around him, the muscles contracting like steel springs, and he thrust into her, allowing her ‘pussy to flex and ripple and pleasure itself around him. Cummy girl-juice dripped from her lips, and she couldn’t stop climaxing. Especially when he sensed the lull in her response and began to punch her with his cock again, stirring up a fresh new bout of excitement in Debbie’s cooze.
“Yessssssss!!!” Debbie wailed, writhing beneath him. It was a tumultuous orgasm, more intense than any she had ever tickled from her pussy with fingers alone, and for the first time in her sixteen years she understood what climaxing was all about. She felt as if she were dying and then she felt that she would certainly live forever. Her brain was either starved of oxygen or drowning in ozone. She could smell his sweat and her own and she could smell the musky girl-dew leaking from her as well, and she smacked her lips like a guppy, signaling him to kiss her one more lime.
But he didn’t, “Goddddd-” He groaned from deep in his belly and then he jerked his rod out of her. Debbie screamed. Her twat felt indescribably empty without him and she lunged up, eager to recapture his dick if it was at all possible. it wasn’t. She looked down her stomach, saw the glowing ruby knob of his prong, shining in open air, and there was no way, she could suck him back up her channel. She groaned, sadly, before her lagging brain took cognizance of an obvious reality. She was still coming, even without his presence in her cunt.
Her belly undulated, her thighs squirmed and squeezed, and her pussy was tingly explosion of juices and cracking muscles.
He laid the underside of his cock on her tummy, his balls pressing against the swell of Debbie’s pubes, and she saw his bright red tip engorge, quiver, then begin to spurt out incredible, massive gouts of thick white cream. Each time a burst of the stuff splattered her breasts and belly she squirmed again, and her come just kept on happening, and so did his.
Semen. Baby-juice. That’s what he was spilling onto her body. Why wasn’t he squirting it up her pussy? God, did he care? Enough to worry about her? Oh, Jesus- Debbie raised her hands, waved them frantically in the air, and closed them upon the man when at last he sank onto her body. Her belly was wet and sticky from the cum he’d drenched her with, but he was hard and solid upon her and she used her arms and legs like pliers. She didn’t know if she ever wanted to let go.