Young Melanie Tucker had watched her sister go up the stairs with Bart Masters through eyes narrowed by tension and fear. She had no real idea yet just what these men might demand of them, but the open display of weapons in her home had informed her from the beginning that she could expect little mercy or compassion from the ruthless invaders. With Penny out of her sight and gone now with the leader of the cruel trio, Melanie suddenly felt very alone and vulnerable in the presence of the other two men.
It was almost a relief to her when the one called Jed Wilson spoke to her, breaking the grim silence that hung between them like a curtain of fear.
"How about that coffee, eh, little lady?"
She nodded dumbly, turning away from him and moving in the direction of the kitchen. He moved to follow her, and the third man would undoubtedly have followed as well if Wilson had not turned upon him and brusquely ordered him to remain in the living room and keep watch over the road outside through the front windows of the house. Having thus dispersed his "troops", Jed Wilson turned once more and followed Melanie into the kitchen, closing the door behind him firmly.
Melanie glanced at him from time to time out of the corner of her eye as she busied herself with the coffee pot at the stove. She had filled the pot with water and was about to turn on the heat of the burner beneath it when she felt Jed Wilson close beside her and almost flinched away from the sudden touch of his hand on her shoulder. His voice was soft, almost purring, in her ear as he leaned closer still.
"What does a great-looking girl like you do for excitement in a nowhere dump like this?" he asked, his leering tone communicating more than casual interest in her forms of amusement.
Melanie shrugged, half hoping the gesture would dislodge his clinging hand from her shoulder, but all in vain. When the subtle effort failed miserably, she felt constrained to manufacture some answer that might satisfy the man.
"We don't do much," she said simply. "Once in a while there's a school dance, or a hayride."
"A hayride!?" the man crowed, his voice breaking up into harsh and derisive laughter at the very idea of such primitive amusement. "I didn't know they still did that in the western world."
When Melanie made no reply to his mocking words, Wilson tried another tack, lowering his voice a notch and leaning close to her once more, tightening his insidious arms about her slim shoulders. "It must get awfully dull for you, way out here in the sticks," he said, hugging her to him for emphasis. "You must be pretty hard-up for all kinds of excitement, I'll bet."
Melanie shook her head in a hesitant negative gesture. "It's not so bad," she said weakly, while her mind cried out that it really was that bad, and that she had said the exact same things silently to herself a hundred times before. "It really isn't that bad," she repeated pointlessly.
The man continued as if he had not heard her ineffectual protests. "I'll just bet you've got a real shortage of men back up here in these hills, don't you, sweetheart? The young ones move north or go off to the army, and you're stuck here with a bunch of old geezers snapping their own carrots, eh?"
Melanie could think of nothing to say, so she remained silent, toying idly with the knobs of the stove, but without turning on the flame beneath the coffee pot.
"Yeah," Jed Wilson continued in his softly seductive voice, "I'll just bet that there are times you get so lonely and horny back here in the hills that you're ready to tackle anything with two legs and a prick."
Melanie was blushing bright crimson now, and she had had quite enough of the man's lewd oratory. She made a determined motion to break away from him, turning sharply away and moving as if to brush past his restraining arm. The man was too fast for her, however, tightening his grip at the same time that he shifted his own stance, moving so that her momentum carried her directly into him, face on. She recoiled from that jarring contact and might have stumbled backward against the stove if Jed Wilson's strong arms and hands had not shot out, seizing her tightly by the shoulders to hold her upright, then tugging her back tightly against him. He smiled broadly as the soft mounds of her youthful breasts flattened provocatively against his broad, muscular chest.
Melanie stood with eyes downcast for a long moment, then she risked a glance upward at her captor's face. His eyes seemed to fascinate the young girl, riveting her own gaze and holding her as if she was hypnotized, their eyes locked as he kept her held tightly against him, touching from chest to loins in what was rapidly becoming a very intimate embrace.
She should have expected the kiss, should have seen it coming, and yet when it did come it managed to take her completely by surprise. Suddenly his sensual lips were covering hers, and his powerful tongue was snaking into her mouth, forcing her pearly little teeth apart as it sought out her own tongue and challenged that organ into a dueling little lust dance. Melanie resisted at first, and then some initial barrier seemed to collapse within her, and her tongue was reacting as if with an intelligence of its own, following his and complementing its movements, darting and glancing about in an instinctive rhythm of barely simulated oral fucking.
Melanie's heart seemed to leap into her throat as she felt Jed Wilson's hands on the move over her body, sliding deftly down from their vantage point on her shoulders to clasp the outer swell of her ripe young woman's breasts. She tensed immediately, pushing against his broad chest with both hands as if to escape from his clutches, but she suddenly seemed to have lost all strength from her arms and he held her easily.
Wilson's hands worked slowly and lovingly over the globes of Melanie's tremulous breasts, stroking, milking and fondling those fleshy weights through the thin dual restraints of her blouse and lacy little bra. She flushed bright red with shame and abject humiliation as she felt her cherry little nipples stiffening in response to his touch, spiking outward noticeably through her clothing as his thumbs and fingertips danced and swirled across the sensory little nodes.
Melanie was vastly ashamed of her young body's traitorous response to the wandering hands of this lecherous intruder. She knew deep inside herself that such involuntary response to a would-be rapist was wrong, quite possibly even perverted, but she could not seem to control her own body's instinctive reaction to the fondling of firm and confident male hands.
Jed Wilson sensed the conflicting emotions and feelings within his young hostage, and played upon her growing uncertainty with a master's skill. His hands were not still for a single moment, roaming constantly and taunting her tingling breast flesh until the girl felt weak in the knees and feared she would faint dead away at his feet right there in her own kitchen. Every movement of his stroking, rotating palms evoked new waves of electrifying erotic sensation from her manhandled young tits, sending responsive waves of feeling fanning outward and downward across her trembling torso to ignite responsive fires of budding lust between her tightly clenched young thighs.
A new, stronger shiver raced through Melanie's body as she felt Jed Wilson's hands leaving her breasts briefly, then returning to attack the tiny buttons which held her thin blouse together in front. He unfastened them one at a time and slowly, taking his time as if to heighten his own sexual anticipation and to prolong her own feverish anxiety. She counted every button as it slid slowly open, letting her blouse gap that much wider in front and expose that much more of her milky breast flesh, barely covered by the lacy little brassiere which she wore more from habit than from need.
Finally Jed was finished toying with the fastenings of her blouse, and the garment hung open and useless away from her thrusting young tits. He stepped back from her half a pace, ignoring the bright blush of shame on her cheeks as he feasted his hungry eyes on the mounding orbs of her tits, ogling the way in which her cherry pink little nipples were plainly visible even through the thin material of her almost transparent bra.
Those thrusting little nipple buds fascinated Wilson, riveting his gaze as they seemed to stare back at him like two beady pupils, taut with desire. He reached forward with both of his big hands, seizing one nipple between each of his thumbs and forefingers.
At first Jed Wilson's grip on her nipples was soft, gentle, even inciteful. He twirled the little sensory buds between his fingers artfully, first slowly, then rapidly, evoking the utmost in electrifying pleasure from each of the thrusting little fleshy stems. Melanie could feel her passionate response growing inside her in spite of herself and the nagging voice of conscience which cried out to her from the cloudy back of her mind. She was rapidly losing control of her own feelings, and she instinctively knew that there was not one damned thing in the world she could do to recover that control.
Suddenly, totally unexpectedly, Wilson tightened his grip on her rigid little nipples to a painful degree. Melanie first winced, clenching her eyes and teeth tightly shut, then cried out her pain aloud as the discomfort became nearly unbearable. Her cries for mercy seemed only to inflame Wilson further, for he tightened his cruel grip still more, and actually began twisting her nipples, each in a clockwise motion.
Melanie's knees were weak and trembling, and bitter tears streaked their paths down her pale cheeks, as she stood stock still and trembled violently in the sadistic man's tight grip. She was afraid to offer any effective resistance to his cruel assault, for fear that Wilson would tighten his death grip still more or, worse still, release her tits only to hurt her far more, in more fiendish and terrible ways. If only she could endure the pain for a few moments longer, she told herself through shimmering waves of agony, perhaps he would finally tire of the perverted game and release her aching flesh.
All of a sudden, the pain in Melanie's cruelly handled breasts began to ease dramatically. She glanced swiftly down at her aching tits, shocked to find that in fact Jed Wilson still maintained his hard grip on her tingling nipples, and if anything he seemed to have increased the great manual pressure. Strangely, however, some defense mechanism inside her own body had moved to nullify the pain, and as she stood there in amazement, her breasts actually began to glow with a bizarre sort of sensual warmth which was truly exciting.
Melanie Tucker could not fully understand what was happening to her body, although she had read long ago that some women actually derive sexual pleasure from receiving pain. She did not believe that she could be such a perverted creature, for surely she would have noticed some telltale traits long before this. And yet, the evidence of her now tingling and glowing breasts was unmistakable and undeniable. God help her, she was beginning to enjoy the harsh treatment which had seemed like the ultimate torture only seconds earlier.
Jed Wilson watched the captive young girl very closely, correctly judging her reactions and the immediate state of her feelings and emotions. Without warning he released her trapped little nipple buds, watching the look of shock and surprise spread over her angelic features as the fire in her breasts continue to build and grow of its own accord, causing the girl to almost topple backward against the restraining stove once more. Her young eyes were half-closed, and her breath was coming in short pants as she found herself totally unable to control the unbelievable reactions of her traitorous young body.
Wilson took full advantage of the moment, reaching forward again with one hand and hooking the fingers of that hand in the flimsy material of her bra, looping downward into the deep cleavage between her vibrant site. Then, with a single violent sweep of his arms, he shredded the flimsy garment, casting it aside with a continuation of the same smooth gesture.
The violent removal of her brassiere jerked Melanie Tucker upright once more, yanking her away from the stove on which she was leaning and depositing her on her own two feet. Her large breasts bobbled wildly from the force of their suddenly being freed, her excited and stiffened little nipples describing crazy patterns for the amusement of Jed Wilson's closely following eyes. Melanie looked down at herself, shocked and ashamed to find herself standing semi-nude before this lecherous invader of her home, but at the moment she lacked either the physical strength or the willpower to try and cover her nakedness.
Jed Wilson moved once more to capitalize upon his young prisoner's indecision, cupping the smooth, silken cones of her breasts in almost worshipful palms. He stroked and caressed the tingling globes, almost as if to make atonement for the harsh treatment he had dealt them only moments before. Within a very few seconds, the soothing, milking action of his constantly moving hands had lulled Melanie into an erotic sense of security, and she was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in time to his tit-teasing gesture, moaning and mewling out little cries of pleasure from deep in her throat.
Wilson flicked at her rigid little nipples with his thumbs, taking time from the lecherous exercise to trace the outline of her wide pink areolae, thus sending out little shooting chills of mounting passion throughout Melanie's tremulous young frame. He played upon her tits like a virtuoso might play upon a musical instrument, milking the ultimate in erotic sensations from those pliable cones of titflesh.
Not content to possess Melanie's breasts solely with his ravenous hands, Wilson bent forward from the waist, slowly and gently bringing his lips into contact with the soft ivory curve of one breast. Slowly, tauntingly, he nibbled and licked his way along the smooth slope of her tit until he reached the rigid little apex of her vibrant nipple. He virtually inhaled that little nub of sensory nerve endings, engulfing a great mouthful of breast flesh in the process and pinning it between gentle teeth, his flicking, darting tongue-tip already at work on the task of driving her little nipple insane with liquid heated desire.
Melanie might have collapsed to the floor at that very moment if she had not thrust her trembling hands upward, seizing Wilson's broad shoulders and thus supporting herself. The action also served to arch her back slightly, thrusting her excited breasts outward and offering them more openly to the avidly working mouth of the syndicate hit man.
Wilson slowly, tauntingly drew his mouth away from the shivering peaks of her excited little nipples, letting his lips and flicking tongue trail wetly down the palpitating plain of her flat little belly. He was sinking slowly to his knees now, giving himself easier access to her lower body as he licked, sucked and nibbled his way downward across her stomach.
Melanie instinctively knew what was coming and what the evil stranger had in mind, but she could not bring herself to acknowledge his desire until she felt his big hands on her firm thighs, relentlessly sliding under the hem of her short, tight skirt. That hem caught on his thick wrists, forcing the covering garment farther upward with each fraction of an inch his hands and arms traveled, threatening to reveal her entire panty-covered little crotch to his gaze momentarily.
Young Melanie Tucker trembled violently at the idea of the man feasting his lusthungry eyes upon her scantily-clad loins. She knew that her panties were almost transparent, all the more so due to the wetness engendered there by her own lewd fingerfucking of the previous hour and the earlier lubrication brought on by Jed Wilson's oral assault on her tingling breasts. It seemed to her that he would literally be able to look directly through her little panties, seeing and studying every single detail of her pouting little cuntal lips beneath.
Melanie could not suppress a sob as the hem of her now useless skirt reached her wide hips and continued upward, clearing her loins completely now as Jed Wilson lifted it out of the way and tucked it quickly and expertly in the waistband of her skirt. Now his hands and eyes were paying homage to the tanned columns of her firm but pliant thighs, fingertips grazing little electric paths of illicit excitement up and down the ivory flesh, drawing ever closer to the barely-covered seat of her feminine lust.
Melanie closed her eyes tightly, breathing through flaring nostrils as she fought to regain some slight measure of her own rapidly disappearing self-control. In the name of common sense and common decency, she simply had to reassert herself, to prevent her traitorous young body from reacting favorably to each and every one of this evil stranger's lewd advances. There might be nothing she could do to physically stop his ravishment of her still-virginal loins, but by God, she was determined not to enjoy it!!
Melanie Tucker's stern resolve was forcibly shattered by the sudden wet touch of Jed Wilson's tongue high on the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thigh. She gasped aloud at the electrifying sensation, recoiling away from that ultimate act of perversion so that her plump little ass cheeks butted tightly against the stove behind her. Wilson followed her every move, scooting forward on his knees, his flicking, darting tongue nearer losing a stroke as it maneuvered onward and upward along her stinging thigh.
The young girl was sobbing bitterly now, bringing down her hands to tangled clawed fingers in the older man's hair, desperately fighting to force his ravenous face away from the target zone of her chaste loins. To her chagrin and dismay, she found that she simply did not possess the physical strength needed to wrench his mouth away from the moist flesh of her upper thigh, or to toss him away from her entirely as she had hoped.
Jed Wilson pressed his face close into the tight valley formed by the young girl's tightly clenched thighs. His eyes were on a direct level with the sopping wet crotchband of her almost transparent little bikini underpants, and he could plainly smell the rich womanly aroma of her feminine lust secretions seeping through the panties. The odor was enough to inflame him to the utmost, driving him almost insane with raging carnal desire for the young girl's plainly virginal body.
Wilson hooked the clawed fingers of his two big hands in the tight elastic waistband of Melanie Tucker's panties. He jerked sharply downward on the yielding garment, uttering a low animal growl of pure lust as he made his aggressive attack. Her panties were quickly hauled down to mid thigh, totally revealing the downy curls of pubic hair to his gaze, and then the flimsy material parted in his hands with a loud ripping noise. Satisfied at last, Wilson flung the useless scraps of wet material away onto the floor at either side.
Melanie let out a croaking little sob of shame and humiliation now that her naked loins were totally revealed to the eyes and hands of this clearly lecherous older man. She trembled violently, suddenly going weak in the knees as she realized that his probing eyes were on a direct level with the puckered little nether lips of her cunt, examining every furrow and swell of her secret genitals with prurient curiosity. She had never felt so naked and ashamed before in all her life, and it seemed to Melanie that she could almost feel his gaze like an unclean physical caress upon her tingling genital flesh.
With a rumbling growl of pure animal sexuality, Jed Wilson suddenly thrust his face forward, plastering the sucking lips of his hungry mouth directly over the pink little portal of Melanie Tucker's cunt. The girl uttered a little gasping cry of surprise at that liquid, electrifying contact, her knees suddenly going rubbery and weak as her entire lower body was consumed in a roaring inferno of rapidly building lust.
Wilson wasted no time or effort in his ruthless assault upon the young woman's naked genitalia, fairly gnawing upon the tender little outer lips of her cunt and flailing about with his snake-like tongue all the while. Again Melanie's hands flew to his head, seeking to ward off the assault upon her nude and vulnerable loins, but once more she found herself woefully lacking in the strength she would need to repel his attack. Her hands were trembling feebly, and what she meant to be a decisive blow against the top and sides of Jed Wilson's skull became almost a cloying caress as she tottered and wobbled there before him.
Wilson's hands were not idle as his mouth worked slavishly over the girl's aching little cunt. They were busy creeping upward along her lushly curvaceous body, sliding first over her ripe womanly hips, then advancing further, slipping easily across her fluttering little belly to capture the full orbs of her naked breasts. His fingers went immediately to the erect little stems of her aching nipples, the milking and massaging gestures forming the perfect counterpart to the actions of his madly laving tongue below, in the valley of her crotch.
As Jed Wilson's tongue snaked along the coraline slit of her chaste little pussy, expertly locating the tiny clitoris and giving it special attention, Melanie felt as if her soul was suspended somewhere between the elusive heaven of explosive sexual release and the burning hell of her own personal degradation. Her cheeks were flushed bright crimson with unavoidable shame, but her instinctive reaction to Wilson's lewd tongue fucking was not enough to make her break away from the stranger's savagely lecherous embrace there in the kitchen.
Wilson's touch upon her naked little nipples was becoming more forceful, more demanding, in line with the increasingly energetic cavorting of the tongue which he plunged in and out of her throbbing little pussy slit. He was no longer merely content with licking around the erectile bud of her tingling clitoris, but was now seeking out the elastic little mouth of her hidden vagina itself, darting his electric tongue tip around that winking little eye in an inciteful rhythm of mounting passion.
Melanie took hold of herself, suddenly realizing that her hands were tangled in Jed Wilson's hair and had actually begun to pull his face closer to her loins rather than struggling to keep him away. She was shocked and chagrined at the way in which her treasonous young woman's body was responding to the physical realities of the stranger's inciteful caresses rather than to the moral necessity of her captive situation. She knew deep in her heart that she should resist with every power at her disposal, but in the thinking portion of her mind she knew full well that such effective resistance was both impossible and somehow undesirable as well.
Jeff Wilson dropped one of his big hands away from the girl's tender and tremulous breasts, swiftly and expertly insinuating it between her firm young thighs. He quickly and agilely pried her legs farther apart, securing the gains he made by thrusting his hungry face ever deeper into the revealed valley of her crotch, his mouth literally inhaling ever greater mouthfuls of her steamy, needing pussy flesh.
Young Melanie Tucker felt as if she must surely faint dead away, or else lose her mind entirely at any moment. Never in her relatively short life had she experienced such intensity of emotion, such powerful erotic sensations coupled with an underlying background welling up of instinctive guilt. Nevertheless, the erotic instincts of pure animal sexuality were slowly but surely winning out in the young girl, and the mewling little cries which came from her throat now would never have been mistaken by any man for cries for help. They were, in fact, gurgling and whimpering little pleas for more of the same lusty, inciting sensations which had already reduced her in effect to a trembling and overwrought nervous wreck.
When Wilson suddenly and unexpectedly furled his tongue and stabbed it directly into the crinkled little mouth of her clasping cuntal furrow, Melanie welcomed the intrusion with a gasping sigh of sexual relief. Her full hips picked up an automatic fucking rhythm of response, humping back against Wilson's face and fairly buffeting his nibbling, sucking lips with the juicy coraline flesh of her lightly furred little cunt.
The eager would-be rapist noted his captive's mountingly enthusiastic response, and redoubled his manual and oral assaults upon her near-naked body accordingly. He lapped and sucked along the full luscious length of her tight little cuntal slit, fairly driving Melanie up the wall and causing her to tremble and shake where she stood, swaying on unsteady legs until he thought surely she was about to collapse with each new swipe of his driving, darting tongue.
Melanie did collapse suddenly, her knees buckling gracefully and her body sagging sideways, slipping along the stove front as the burning sensations in her loins temporarily took total possession of her reeling mind. Jed Wilson caught her in his big muscular arms, never releasing her cuntal furrow from his lips and teeth as he lowered her slowly and evenly to the cool floor of the small country kitchen. He bent over her as she reclined luxuriously on the floor, his mouth still working avidly over her clasping little cunt while his hands reached up once more to snare her thrusting, heaving breasts.
The young girl felt herself adrift in a sea of erotic sensations from which she imagined there could be no return short of death or insanity. Her pulse was pounding, her breath rasping in her throat as she writhed and twisted under Jed Wilson's avid mouth and hands. She writhed like a snake there on the cool linoleum floor, hunching her splayed crotch and tightly clenched ass cheeks rhythmically backward toward the licking, sucking mouth that was giving her so much wanton pleasure. Her thighs were spread apart to their absolute maximum width, her heels braced on the smooth floor as she lifted and lowered her hips in time to the bobbing of the man's hungry jaws, sliding her ass in a lewd little rotary motion which served to further inflame her attacker.
Melanie Tucker was totally lost in the vortex of her own roaring emotions by now, and Jed Wilson could sense her surrender with a master's sense of perfect timing. He began to run his tongue more slowly along the gaping slit of her twat, from asshole to clitoris, bringing her spine arching up off the linoleum floor with each powerful sweep. The girl was sobbing aloud now, mewling out continuous little cries for more as she writhed and undulated insanely, giving herself entirely to the raging sensations which swept over her body like breakers crashing upon the beach.
Wilson knew that the young girl was his now, and that he could do virtually anything he wanted to with her body without encountering any serious physical resistance. Abruptly he withdrew his mouth from the steamy little slit of her vagina, smiling confidently to himself as she let out a little moan of surprised disappointment. He rocked back on his haunches now, eyes narrowed with lust he calmly surveyed the lush scene of curvaceous femininity displayed before him on the floor of the kitchen. He felt his restrained erection pulsing violently inside his pants as he let his eyes wander over the hills and valleys of the young girl's torso, paying particular homage to the thrusting mounds of her naked breasts and the moist, downy triangle of her luxuriant pubic hair.
Melanie Tucker had propped herself up on both elbows staring down her body through the valley between breasts, whining softly, her face wearing a quizzical expression as she eyed Jed Wilson. She could not imagine why he had ceased the delightful tonguing and sucking of her cunt, and she hoped by her attitude and expression to tempt him into resuming that exciting foreplay where he had so abruptly left off.
The young girl was rather surprised as Wilson, still smiling and holding her gaze with his own steady eyes, lowered the fingers of his hands to his belt buckle and the zipper of his slacks. He began undressing slowly but confidently, almost performing a strip-tease for her benefit as he opened the fastenings of his pants and began to slide them slowly downward over the swell of his wide manly hips. His undershorts were descending along with the slacks, drawn inexorably downward by the big thumbs which he had hooked in their elastic waistband. With a sudden thrust of his powerful forearms, Wilson pushed his pants and shorts down to mid thigh, revealing his cock for the first time.
Melanie was virtually hypnotized by the imposing spectacle of Jed Wilson's jutting, pulsating cock. Her narrowed eyes traveled lingeringly over every inch of that fleshy shaft, tracing the outline of every tendon and vein, studying in microscopic detail the single drop of pearly seminal fluid which seeped from the slit at the end of his helmet-shaped glans. She felt paralyzed, like a bird watching the approach of a deadly and venomous serpent, at once terrified and yet entranced by the sinuous image before her eyes.
Jed Wilson instinctively sensed the fascination which the young girl felt for his powerful, looming male organ. And he used that innate fascination to his own best advantage, holding her eyes pinned with that pulsating shaft as he slowly insinuated his powerful hands between her firm thighs, levering her legs wider and wider apart until the entire coraline valley of her tender cunt was fully exposed to his view.
Melanie Tucker trembled from head to toe as she felt Wilson's lecherous eyes traveling once more over the slit of her private little genitals. She felt as if his very gaze was a violation in itself, laving her crotch with an almost physically lustful caress. She felt soiled and dirty, and yet terribly excited at the same time, realizing that within a very few seconds that powerful shaft of male penile flesh would be nudging its way along the steamy little crevice of her virginal cunt.
Jed Wilson shifted his hips, lowering himself deftly into position so that the tip of his cock was now mere inches away from the wet pink meat of Melanie Tucker's idle cringing cunt. The young girl was quaking visibly beneath him now, the proud orbs of her breasts jiggling slightly as she sobbed inwardly, ashamed and excited at one and the same moment.
Melanie closed her eyes tightly, clenching her pearly white teeth together and balling her fists into knots of impotent frustration as she waited for the lecherous man to work his will with her ripe young body. It galled and humiliated her that she could not seem to find the strength to resist, that her body had betrayed her into at least a partial acceptance of Jed Wilson's lewd assault. She was grimly determined that the treason of her aching virginal loins should go no further, and that she would prevent herself from surrendering any more to the physical manipulations of her near-naked torso at his hands.
The first electrifying contact of his hot, blunt glans with the tingling nerve-endings of her cunt brought Melanie's young eyes snapping open once again. Her entire supple body arched upward from the cool floor in reflexive action, touching the floor now only at head and heels as she writhed and sobbed out her conflicting feelings of desire and humiliated self-loathing. She quickly found that there was no way for her to control or suppress the raging sensations of erotic desire which now enveloped her lower body in their own searing conflagration.
Jed Wilson slowly and tauntingly manipulated his thick cock up and down along the moist little slit of the young girl's cunt, paying particular attention to the stiffened little pleasure bud of her straining clitoris. He also daubed at the rubbery, clasping little eye of her vagina itself, evoking another mewling cry of mingled shame and pleasure from Melanie's tight throat. She was slipping ever more rapidly under his total sensual control, and the knowledge of that inescapable fact made him feel larger somehow, immensely more powerful. His cock seemed to pulsate and swell to ever greater dimensions as he witnessed her unconscious signals of abject sexual surrender.
He probed and prodded with his blunt cock head around the elastic little entrance to Melanie's chaste pussy. The girl squirmed and writhed away from him instinctively as the pressure at her tight little vaginal entrance increased, but Jed Wilson would not allow her to escape, pinning her instead with one powerful hand seizing the full orb of her pliant right breast and gripping it tightly. Melanie gasped in initial pain at the strength of his grip upon her tender and tingling breast flesh, but momentarily she relaxed as she realized that there was quite literally no escape from this evil man's clutches.
Jed Wilson continued to increase the relentless pressure of his probing, thrusting rod against the tiny mouth of the young girl's vagina, causing her to squirm and whimper in a combination of mounting fear and ever deepening lustful reaction. She was rapidly losing all remaining vestiges of self control as the head of his menacing organ wormed its way inside her tremulous little belly one fraction of an inch at a time.
Wilson gasped as that first half inch of his cock was almost literally sucked inside the steaming cauldron of Melanie Tucker's virginal young pussy. The elastic walls of her pussy were tight around the head of his shaft, and the rhythmic contractions of that muscular sheath, squirming as it was in a combination of pain and pleasure, was sufficient to make him clench his teeth and gasp out loud from his mounting passion.
Unable to bear the sensual suspense a moment longer, Jed Wilson let out a rumbling animal growl from deep in his throat, and then he suddenly thrust his broad hips forward with unexpected ferocity, burying his cock to the hilt in the girl's fluttering little belly. He threw himself full length upon her at the same instant, pinning her to the floor with his weight as his cock skewered her to the very core of her being, preventing her body from arching up completely off the floor in her rictus of injured pain. The tight little stubs of her nipples were chafing angrily and excitingly against his muscular chest as she writhed and tossed beneath him.
Slowly, agonizingly, Wilson began to withdraw his pulsing penis from the tight sheath of Melanie Tucker's little cunt. The girl gasped and writhed anew, feeling as if her lower body was being turned or sucked inside out by that withdrawing shaft. The tight rubbery walls of her vaginal channel seemed to cling to the man's invading penis, as if somehow reluctant to release it and let it escape. At the same time, the friction and reaming action of his penile withdrawal was chafing the entire lining of her cunt, igniting flames of agony there which brought bitter tears to the young girl's eyes.
Oddly, the dreadful pain which she felt in her recently raped loins seemed to last for only a few seconds. Long before she could possibly have adjusted by sheer self control, she found the pain mysteriously ebbing away, only to be replaced in short order by a bizarre and unwelcome sort of sensual warmth, a not at all unpleasant feeling that was already giving way in turn to a perverse sort of pleasure and enjoyment.
Another bitter sob was wrenched from young Melanie Tucker's throat as she realized that, in spite of her determination to resist with every fiber of her being, she was nevertheless becoming deeply and irrevocably aroused by this stranger's lewd and violent fucking of her once-virginal little cunt. There was simply no longer any way to deny the fact that she was giving in, surrendering abjectly to the degrading ravishment of her ripe young woman's body by a lewd and lecherous total stranger.
Even as the tears of shame and humiliation were coursing down Melanie's cheeks, her body was instinctively offering an entirely different sort of reaction to the lewd attention it was receiving from Jed Wilson. Her hips had already picked up a little rotary fucking motion all their own, expertly complementing the man's own driving, pistoning strokes as he fucked his long cock ever more rapidly into the warm, yielding receptacle of her hungry little twat.
Melanie was panting heavily now, grinding her even white teeth together and twisting her body frantically, almost totally out of control as the fire in her loins expanded to consume every jangling nerve ending in her almost naked young torso. She felt herself drifting away from all touch with reality and normality, wavering somewhere between time and space itself, seemingly enveloped in the realm of a fantasy world created and sustained by her own mind and the raging inferno of her own erotic sensations.
Every muscle and tendon of Melanie's excited young body was taut and straining, standing out like miniature steel cables beneath the tan and satiny covering of her smooth young flesh. That tension of her frame, and the writhing maneuvers which her supple body executed in its excitement, drove Jed Wilson onward and upward toward new and undreamed of plateaus in sensual appreciation.
The man was fucking ever more rapidly into Melanie's cunt now, all the while gnawing and sucking at the distended nipple of one vibrant young breast. At the same time he let his other hand slide sinuously down the length of her body, trailing with feathery strokes along one plump thigh to capture the ripe hemisphere of one ass cheek in his big, callused palm.
Melanie gasped aloud, her bright eyes snapping suddenly wide open, as she first felt the man's blunt fingers probing along the rapidly pumping cleft of her ass. She could not immediately decide what he might have in store for her, but bleak reality began to dawn when she felt the tip of his long middle finger make sudden and burning contact with the puckered little elastic mouth of her anus.
She tried to squirm away from him, dreading the anal invasion of that insistently probing finger, but Wilson was not to be denied, and his position on top of her, with his long cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, prevented her from taking any effective evasive maneuvers. Before the girl could give voice to any sort of protest, he had rammed his long finger into her little asshole to the second knuckle, already reaming and probing about inside that rubbery, virgin little channel as he did so.
"Ow! Oh God, no!" Melanie gasped breathlessly. "Not there, please! It huuurrrtttsss!!"
Even as she wailed out her plea for mercy, however, the pain in her ravaged little rectum seemed to disappear, and a new searing wave of sensual excitement blossomed there in the near vicinity of her palpitating little cunt. It was too much for the girl's young mind and body to bear, and before she fully realized what was happening to her, Melanie felt herself slipping over the edge of sanity and reality into the swirling surrealist vortex of orgasm.
"Jesus! Oh God!" she sobbed out hysterically. "What's happening to me? God… oh my… Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee!!!!"
She came with the pent-up force of a small nuclear explosion, and the silky, insistent churning of her cunt prompted Jed Wilson to follow her over that brink into total sensual release. He felt the scalding cauldron of his semen erupt, overflowing from the cistern of his testicles and racing along the ducts of his penis to explode from his cock in long, milky gouts. That flood of jism blanketed the inside of Melanie Tucker's tight little pussy, splattering far up inside her and overflowing the rubbery little cup of her cervix.
The impromptu lovers clung together for a long moment there on the kitchen floor, their bodies rocklike in rigidity and trembling as if with the ague. At long last, when they fell almost reluctantly apart, Wilson's flaccid penis slipped from the tight sheath of the girl's cunt with a wet sucking sound that was audible across the room.
Melanie Tucker curled up into a huddled little ball on the floor, weeping bitterly to herself as she realized the spectacle she had made and the degradation which she had not only suffered but accepted with such relish. She could only hope now that her sister had been able to somehow escape a similar ordeal, and that together they would somehow be able to survive and rise above the humiliating disaster which had swept over their lives.