“I’m sorry,” he told her, carefully drying her sticky body with a hand towel.
“It never occurred to me that you might be a virgin.”
Debbie Sighed. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I mean, if I’m sorry or not.” He looked at her quizzically. She sat up. “Maybe you didn’t notice, but-” "I think I noticed. Oh, Christ, I don’t know what came over me. You’re just a kid. I raped you. Jesus.”
He looked genuinely sorry, and Debbie wondered why. Hadn’t he enjoyed himself?
Wasn’t that all a rapist cared about? Rapists on TV cop shows were either crazy or sick. If they were crazy, it was okay for Kojak or Karl Maiden to gun them down; if they were pathetically sick, then it was off to a psychiatric hospital at the end of the show. Which was he? “It just hit me,” he said, interrupting her reverie. “I hadn’t seen a woman in six years-not an available woman-and, Jesus, there you were, and my cock got hard as a rock and I just went crazy.”
“Six years? You’ve been up here for six years?”
He shook his head. “Christ, no! I’ve been here for three days. I’ve been in prison for the last six years. Until I broke out.”
Debbie gasped. “My God, you’re the escaped convict Lisa and Holly were talking about? I thought you were just some kind of joke… I mean, I never… ooohhhh… ” She slouched back. “And you’ve been hiding out up here?”
“Yeah.” He waved his hand in an arc, and Debbie followed the radius. For the first time she actually got a look at the cabin she’d entered at gunpoint.
It was nicer inside than it looked from the outside. The floor was carpeted, and there was a big fireplace at the far side of the room. The small fire whose smoke had drawn her here was still burning, and there were blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace. Apparently he’d been sleeping there. The stuffed head of a bighorn sheep dominated one wall, and there were table, chairs a sofa, all of early American design.
“This is a hunting lodge,” he said. "I think it belongs to a guy from Omaha. He probably comes up every fall to slaughter wildlife. Anyway, I broke in and I’ve been hiding out until it felt safe to do some more traveling. At least, I was hiding out before you came along. Now-” He shrugged helplessly.
Debbie looked at him carefully. He was rather young, she noticed. Maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He didn’t look like the criminal type. Still, he was an escaped convict and he had threatened her with a gun and then raped her on the floors She wondered how much of it she could honestly hold a grudge over. “Why were you in jail?” she asked courageously.
“I killed a ‘guy. Hey! Don’t pass out on me! It was one of those once-in-a lifetime things. A crime of passion. I don’t make a habit of killing people.”
“You were pretty loose with that gun,” Debbie replied. She was amazed at how easy it was to talk to the man. She’d always been tense and nervous around people, shy and retiring, but not now. All the words were coming to her, just the way they should. Faye Dunaway couldn’t carry on a conversation with Robert Redford a bit more effortlessly than Debbie Marshall was now chatting with the man who had raped her. She was’ even smiling, showing off the nice teeth Daddy had paid so much to have straightened. At” least her teeth looked good. The rest of her was awful-oh, my God!! She was sitting on the floor beside him wearing nothing but her brassiere!
Debbie reached for her panties, intending at least to drape them over her lap and its exposed parts, but she realized just in lime that it was essentially hypocritical. He’d already seen every-thing, hadn’t he? In fact, he’d done a good deal more than just look at her vagina. Too late to change any of that now. Besides, she didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed. Not now. Not with the memory of what he’d done to her.
“The gun?” he said, twirling it on his finger. Suddenly he squeezed the trigger. Debbie shrieked and hugged herself in panic, but there was, only a clack sound. “I found this in the bedroom,” the man grinned. “It must belong to. whoever owns this place. It’s not loaded. I told you, kid-I saw you, and all of a sudden I had to rip off a slice. The gun was just to scare you a little. Jesus, I wish I could kick myself in the ass for what I did to you.” He frowned and shook his head. “I never raped anybody before.”
He’d pulled his shorts back into place, Debbie noticed, and the mighty prong that had been rampant inside them a little while ago was magically vanished.
When he moved, the cotton fitted for a moment round a much smaller stub, showing off its little outline. How could his tool have become so tiny in so short a time? Debbie found it impossible to raise ‘her eyes from the man’s crotch. ‘She stared at him with occasional glances at her own lap, and she felt again the quickening of breath, the mighty onrush of sensation that, had presage4 ‘her explosive orgasm, and she knew that her face was turning scarlet, but it didn’t matter. She lifted her hands looked at the trembling fingers, then planted them on his knee and slid her ass across the floor, toward him where he sat. Her knee touched his, and then she lifted her eyes, to find that he was regarding her with a frank, curious gaze. There really was something hypnotic about his eyes, she told herself. It’s like I’m under a spell of some kind. I’m, not responsible for a goddamned thing I’m doing.
“I forgive you,” she whispered, and she went up onto her knees, put her hands on his shoulders. She had never believed that such boldness was possible for her, for cruddy Debbie Marshall, but she was learning a lot. She~ moved her face toward his, closing her eyes just as their mouths met, and she kissed him the way he’d kissed her while he was fucking. His mouth opened and she thrust her tongue into it, and he began to suckle. Debbie’s mouth was full of saliva in a twinkling, and it seemed that something else was salivating, too. She clenched her thighs and felt a trickle of drool flow from her pussy, matting the sparse growth of red hair around her slice.
He put his arms around her, and it was like all her dreams coming true in one blinding moment. Her mouth hot and wet on another mouth, another body close to hers, sharing warmth back and forth. His hands slid up and down her back, onto the swell of her bare ass, and when he touched her crack, slipped a couple of fingers into it and started tickling her cunt from behind, she moaned into his open mouth and threw herself upon him.
He fell back, taking her with him, and Debbie wrapped her thighs around him.
She was split widely and her cunt rubbed with eager friskiness at the front of his shorts. Rubbed, until there was a pulsing and a frantic throb of life within his underwear and his cock was no longer a little limp stub. He grew, and she rode his growth until she felt his belly twitch and his hands become hot and desperate on her ass and pussy. One of his fingers pressed the whole length of her slice and he couldn’t mistake the eager wetness seeping from her.
Squish-squish, went his finger, puddling in her liquid snatch, and then he stabbed himself into her, plunging wickedly, erotically.
She’d used a finger on herself more times than she could remember, but until today her hymen had always prevented deep penetration. Well, there was no cherry- to block his finger, and he thrust’ all the way, until the big knuckles of his. hand struggled impotently, unavailingly, with the splayed lips of her twat. His finger wiggled and crooked inside her~ Debbie rocked from side to side atop him, sucking at him with the muscles of her cooze, and she was leaking like a sieve,’ her pussy a hotbed of swampy arousal. She raised her mouth from his, reluctantly breaking off the kiss, and she said, “You can rape me again if you feel like it.”
“Is it really rape this time?” he panted, and she didn’t answer. Not verbally, at least. Her pussy drenched on his finger and she rubbed his bulging cock with her soft smooth tummy, and that was answer enough for any question.
When he slid down his shorts and let his cock swing free, Debbie wondered if this was a fantastic dream from which she’d awaken in frustration at any moment. Maybe she’d passed out when she fell out of the van. Maybe everything that had taken place since that moment w~ a split-second unconscious mind’s fantasy. She’d open her eyes in a second or two and Holly and Lisa would be standing beside her asking if she’d hurt herself when she fell and… Oh, God, no!!! she told herself. God, noooooo!!! Let this be’ true! Please, let it be true!! “I think you’re good and ready,” she heard him say, and his finger moved in her cooze again, and she knew that it was real, that all this was happening-to her, to Debbie. “Lift, okay?”
She lifted her bottom, and his finger slipped out of her cunt. Debbie was so excited her teeth were chattering. “Higher,” he said, and she raised her ass even more. Something touched her pussy, something big and hot and hard, and she looked into the gap between them to see what it might be.
“Oh, God,” she said with a gasp. He was tickling her cunt with the end of his pecker, sloshing about in the leaky juices that coated her lips and beaver, and each time he stroked her it was like… it was almost like the battery-powered caress Holly had given her with the vibrator a few hours ago, she realized with a shudder of distaste. But no! This tool throbbed and pulsated, just like that vibrator, but it wasn’t cold plastic-it was red-hot flesh, touching her own red-hot flesh, and she wanted it, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her sixteen years. “Yes,” she moaned, “do it! Put it in me! Oh, Jesus, fuck me again!”
“Easy does it,” the man said, and’ he pushed the tip of his dong into the widespread mouth of Debbie’s box. She felt her lips strain at his bulk, but it was a complaisant kind of straining. Her pussy wanted him just as much as her heart and brain wanted him, and she was flowing like a river of girl-cum inside, wet and ready to receive his meat.
“Here… we… go… ” and he thrust upward, into Debbie. She yelped like a puppy whose tail has just been stepped on, for the initial stab was painful, reminding her unpleasantly of the moment he’d first flicked ~into her, bursting her fragile cherry. She recoiled involuntarily, lifting her ass again, but he was holding her by the waist and buttock, and he ‘moved upward too, pushing the dick to her. Debbie sighed as he sank deeper into her sex, and the momentary flash of remembered pain vanished like the bad dream it was. He pressed up her tight channel, the walls expanded to give him room, and she came down slowly, sinking upon him till her snatch was totally full of the man’s prick and his balls were hard and swollen just beneath the slit of her cooze. She pressed a little harder, loving the way his balls felt under her cunny, and she kissed him viciously, biting his mouth and tongue. “My God, my God,” she kept saying between nips and kisses.
“Take it easy,” he counseled,, running his hands across the swell of her ass.
She lay full length atop him, legs flaking his, pussy full of his rod, and her fits throbbed where they touched his chest. He rubbed her butt, tickling the crack, even playing naughtily with one finger on the pucker of, her asshole, but it didn’t seem too awfully naughty, especially when the tip of his finger caught her sphincter muscle by surprise and poked inside for a moment’s deep probing that caused her eyes to bulge.
“Oh, wow,” she said, spit bubbling on her lips.
“Sit up,” he told her. “Sit up straight. Straddle me while I fuck you. And, if you want, you can control everything. You can take just as much of me inside as you can handle. Right! Just bounce for me, exactly that way. Jesus, you’re learning fast! Up and down. Mmmmmm, did anyone ever tell you that you have a lot of natural rhythm? Who taught you that nasty swing, kid? Let me… lean forward just a’ little, huh? I’ve been dreaming about fits for six years..
His hands were already busy on her boobs, but when she leaned toward him as directed, he began to pull at the cups of her bra, finally tugging them up, over the swell of Debbie’s tits. His fingers dosed immediately upon the ends of her boobs and he pinched her nipples until tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t stop fucking him.
He was right. With Debbie on top, she was in control. She could lift high, almost unsheathing his pecker, then sink down as far as she wished. He filled her snatch to overflowing when he was completely ‘inserted, and she didn’t have to make a warm wet home for all his dick unless she wanted to. God, she wanted to! Each time she lifted, she came down hard and fast, swallowing his tool in her sex-mad quim, and if she could have gotten his balls inside, she’d have taken them too. As she rocked up and down she found herself twitching and wiggling and swaying to the side, to front and rear, adding a whole new variety of excitement to the act.
Sometimes as she moved, the barrel of his cock bumped her cit, and when that happened, lightning bolts of excitation exploded inside Debbie. ‘Her head got dizzy and her eyes kept misting over, and the more she fucked on him, the wetter her twat became. She was totally full of him, gorged like a Thanksgiving diner, but gorged on something a lot more fun than turkey or pumpkin pie.
Oh, she knew that it was all crazy-that he was a ‘man starved for sex, ready, to fuck whatever came along, that she’d simply happened to be that particular whatever. He was a criminal, a murderer, he’d threatened her with. a gun, ravished her. To him she was just-what had he called it? “A slice.” Yes. She was only a slice for him to tear off. But it didn’t really matter. For the first time in her life, Debbie Marshall was actually relating to someone.’ She had reached across the gap that had always separated her from the rest of the world. For one magical hour she wouldn’t be ugly and awkward and scorned.
Farrah Fawcett-Majors couldn’t be a bit more loved and beautiful and fulfilled than Debbie Marshall felt right now, slamming ‘her, ass down to meet the insistent thrusts of that huge cock as it shoved eagerly up her snatch.
He filled his hands with her boobs and squeezed the soft pillowy mounds, then pulled at the pink nipples, which seemed to get longer and longer with each jerk of his fingers. Debbie looked down at her fits, saw the nips stretching magnificently, and~ she didn’t even mind the freckles on her boobs. She didn’t mind anything. She stroked his hands as he fondled her, and she made her ass work faster and faster on his dick, rising and falling like a piston on overtime.
“Give it tome,” she panted. If anything, she was the rapist this time, not the escaped convict who lay beneath her. Debbie’s cunt entrapped her lover’s dong, her body swooped up and down on his, she was riding him for the pleasure she already knew he could give her. She’d never expected it would be like this, her initiation to sex. God in heaven, she’d never counted on having anything except her middle finger as a lover! And to think it wouldn’t be happening now, except for Holly and Lisa. Not long ago she’d despised them, for the vicious, sordid game they’d tried to pull on her. Now she wondered-should I be just a little bit grateful?
A come simmered in Debbie’s belly almost from the moment the man’s finger had slithered up her twat. Fucking on him, fucking with the speed and the intensity, and the passion she’ brought instinctively to the act, only stoked the fires of her arousal, and the explosion was inevitable. When it came she was only half prepared for the blistering sensations, and she swayed dizzily, perched upon the man’s stiff, jutting rod. “God, I’m commmiiinnngggg!!” Debbie squealed, and for what seemed an eternal moment she was aware of nothing else.
Not him, not his cock,’ not even her own body. She was a rocking, pulsating mass of disembodied stimuli, and all of them were going off like firecrackers.
Somehow she was aware that she was no longer sitting bolt upright, but it didn’t seem important. She was sinking upon him, her mouth hungry for his, pussy jerking and dancing around the cock that oiled it, and her head rolled, No. They were rolling, the two of them. He had his arms around her and he was easing her off him, onto her side on the comfortable carpeting, and now they were lying face to face, his cock moving in her with a little more freedom and what felt like even more furious determination.
Debbie threw one leg ‘back and then he was atop her and she looking up at him, just as it had been the first time he fucked her. He propped himself above her body, gave his cock a-couple of final thrusts into Debbie’s quim, and then, as he’d done that other time, he groaned, dragged his dick out of her pulsating hole. He started to squirt his seed almost before he was fully out of her, and again the hot thick man-milk splattered Debbie’s body.
He’d ejaculated so much the last time, but his flow was thick and abundant now, too. Big, thick lashings of’ cum that spurted from the ruby-red knob of his cock, flew into the air, and burst upon Debbie. She watched in awe. The fury of her climax had begun to subside-enough, at least, that she could watch him erupting-and the sight was, somehow, very esthetically pleasing to the young girl.
He squirted five or six times unaided, the cum simply gushing from his tool, and then, red-faced and straining, ‘he grabbed his cock n a tight-fisted’ grip and his hand jerked back and forth on the shaft. More cum emerged, joining the big sticky smears that already coated Debbie’s bare breasts and tummy, and, as his fountain seemed to be shut off gradually, she found herself reaching down with one gingery finger.
She touched one of the large creamy gobs, worked her finger into it until the flesh was coated with him, and she brought the sample to her nose. There was a pungent, intriguing smell, very different from the juices she’d teased from her pussy So many times, but that was only to be expected. Men and women were not exactly the same, after all.
“It probably smells stale,” he said, lying down’ beside her.
Debbie shook her bead. “No, not really.”
“It should. I haven’t even jacked off in a day or two. Jesus, I must be so full of cum, it’s a wonder I don’t slosh when I walk.”
“It smells interesting,” she said.
“Taste it.” Debbie wrinkled her nose, gave him a quizzical look. “It won’t hurt you. If you’d sucked a little harder when my cock was in your mouth, you’d have gotten yourself a big juicy helping of it then. Go ahead. See if you like it.”
Impulsively, Debbie stuck her finger into her mouth, licking away the cum she’d been smelling. He was right! It didn’t taste bad at all. Strong flavored, as her nose had already detected, and rather salty. The oily bubble rolled across her tongue and she hesitated. only a moment before swallowing. It went down easily, and the tip of her tongue quivered excitedly. She’d heard girls at school talk about blowing guys, about getting mouthfuls of scum (as they called it), and now she understood what they had meant. But it didn’t taste scummy, not to Debbie Marshall.
She looked at him, saw his reassuring smile. Her hand slid down her belly, scooping up perhaps a spoonful of the sticky goo, and that too she brought to her mouth, eating it from her fingers with lips and tongue that grew more active with each slurp.
He cuddled her on the floor, and his dick was small and sticky-wet touching her thigh. It felt so tiny now, where it had been so hard and raging only a few minutes ago. Debbie’s hand shot to his crotch and she cupped his cock and balls, squeezing them with love and gratitude. “Thank you,” she said.
“Thank me? Christ, kid, I’m the one who owes! But look-wherever you came from-aren’t they going to, be worried about you not coming back?”
“I don’t, think so,” Debbie sighed. She nibbled at his neck, gently, affectionately.
“Hey,” and she felt the laugh where her cheek was rubbing on his breast, “I don’t even know your name, and I’ve already raped you twice.”
“My name is Debbie,” she simpered, “and you only raped me once. The second time
I-”
“Knock it off kid,” he said suddenly, pushing her away from him. He sat up, and his face was drawn and tense. “I think you’d better haul your cute little ass out of here. Like, now.”
“Why?”
He groaned in exasperation. “Because I’m hiding out and if there’s anything I don’t need-”
“You just fuck me, then kick me out? Is that it?” He nodded. Debbie sniffled, her nose twitched, and her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t want to cry-yes, I do! I want to cry and cry and cry! But I’m not gonna do it. I’ll get my clothes and I’ll go. Maybe I can find somebody who has a telephone or a CB radio or something-”
He caught her hand and jerked her round to face him. Debbie had just picked up her panties, but she dropped them. “Why do you need a telephone?” he demanded, breathing heavily. “Are you going to call the pigs?” – “My God!” Debbie whispered. “No! But I have to get in touch with my mom and daddy. They’re staying with my aunt and uncle in San Leandro… I need a ride back there-” Apparently he didn’t understand. He kept squeezing her wrist, as if he were trying to pinch the truth out of her. Debbie squirmed.
“I was up in the mountains on a camping trip, see?” she told him. “With my cousin Holly and her friend Lisa. And I knew they didn’t want me around-nobody ever does-but this morning I woke up and… ”