Chapter 6
The morning after Mary's date with Clifford she phoned in sick at the bank. There was no way she could go there and just act like nothing had happened, bump into Clifford at the water fountain and simply say "Hello". She trembled with shame when she thought about what had happened the night before. She couldn't believe it, had no idea how or why it had happened. Was her body such a traitor to her? Did she so easily get totally out of control? What did Clifford think of her . . . did he think she was a shameless whore and a hopeless tease?? What did he tell the other guys at the bank-had he told them that she had sucked his-penis? Just thinking of that word made her gag in remembrance of what had happened, remembrance that she had all of Clifford's male member in her mouth, that she was stark naked, and on her knees, sucking, sucking. Tears of shame and remorse rolled down her cheeks.
But what bothered her most was the fact that Clifford hadn't forced her to do anything that she didn't want to do. Hadn't twisted her arm in any way or even had to talk her into doing it. She had done it of her own free will, she was pretty sure. Actually, most of the evening was a little foggy to her.
She remembered going out to the play and then going for drinks afterwards. It was on the way home that she began to feel different, that her body seemed to take on a life of it's own. This had never happened to her before, she had always been totally in control of the situations in her life, especially where men were concerned. She was very concerned -were the frustrated hormones in her body finally getting out of hand-would this same thing start happening more often. Guys that she'd gone out with had told her that it was harmful not to have sex by the time she was in her 20s, that the female body was designed to be fucked, that women were made for fucking, indeed, that their whole hormonal balance was dependent upon getting laid. When she first heard these stories she immediately dismissed them, thought they were just some more of the bull that guys had told her since she was twelve years old, guys that had been trying to get into her pants, trying to get into her blouse. And none of them ever had.
Maybe she had made a mistake, she thought, saving herself for marriage and the man of her dreams all these years. Maybe the guys had been right, that a woman does need to get fucked. She thought about it for awhile and then decided that she had not make a mistake. That all along she had been right. Sex before marriage was wrong.
Men were cunning and sly. Her mistake had been to go out with Clifford in the first place. He was nothing like her boyfriend Davy. Davy who would only bother her about sex once in awhile and then would take no for an answer. Davy, who thought he was in seventh heaven if she just let him feel her breast from the outside of her blouse.
But she knew that Davy was not the man of her dreams. Davy was not the guy she would end up submitting her luscious, untried body too. Davy would be a safety valve, she thought. Someone to pass the time with, someone to go to a movie with or out to dinner until she met the man that would sweep her off her feet and make her his wife. And a woman.
She still couldn't figure out what had happened the night before with Clifford. Of course, she blamed him entirely. Men were like that-sly and tricky. But she solved her problem, she just wouldn't go out with men like Clifford anymore-she would stay out of temptation's path. She shuddered when she thought how close she'd come to losing her virgin cherry the night before.
Although Mary felt better now that she had thought t he whole problem through, she still didn't feel like going in to work that day and since she had already phoned in sick, thought she'd make the best of the day. She lived about three blocks from Golden Gate park and one of her favorite things in the whole workd was to take long walks through the hidden trails and forests.
She put on a pair of corduroy shorts, a plaid shirt, and her hiking shoes, locked her apartment door and happily skipped down the front steps of her building. Clifford was all but forgotten now, like a bad nightmare when you wake up in the morning and find that everything's really okay.
One of the things that she hated most about working at the bank was that she never had any weekdays free. This meant if she wanted to go hiking in the park she had to go on a week-end and then it was simply too crowded for her to find the seclusion she craved.
But today was no week-end and she was elated to discover the park was almost deserted except for an occasional jogger or artist. The beauty of Golden Gate Park always filled her with an inner peace and satisfaction. The park was so wild and natural that Mary found it hard to believe that the noisy, dirty city was only a few short blocks away.
The park, before the turn of the century, had been nothing but an almost endless stretch of wind-swept sand dunes that ran down to the ocean's edge.
When the city of San Francisco decided to replace the sand-dunes with a park they built one of the world's greatest. They built it with dozens of lakes, hidden ponds, and miles and miles of hiking trails. They brought in trees from all over the world, used huge bull dozers to create hills and valleys and finally built giant windmills all around the park to pump the water that made it green.
What Mary liked best was to find a secluded trail that she'd never hiked before and just explore-to see where it led. She'd found some of her very favorite spots in the park that way, secluded groves and hidden ponds that nobody else ever seemed to go to.
Some of her friends told her that she was crazy to go off in the park like that alone, that it was a dangerous place and that women had often been raped and sometimes even killed in the depths of the park. Mary had always scoffed of these warnings-she had never known anyone that had any trouble in the park and she certainly hadn't. To her the park was so beautiful that the thought of the ugliness of rape and murder just didn't seem to fit. The park was like a church to her. a holy place where sin could not be committed. She truly felt the lush meadows, the towering redwoods, and the gentle tranquility of the park could soften even the hardest heart, could mellow the most violent mugger. Not very logical, but Mary had never been a very logical person and had always believed in the good side of the human spirit.
Mary passed the model boating ponds, walked on further to the fly-casting ponds, and then ducked down one of the bridal trails. The smells of the park, of the flowers and the trees always pleased her. She liked the dirt and leaves beneath her feet, and the crunch of the decomposing wood.
After walking about half a mile down the bridal path, Mary saw the beginnings of a trail off to the side. It was more like half a trail, it was so unused, but the rugged naturalness appealed to her. She looked behind her just to make sure she was alone and then ducked down the trail. She felt like she had just stepped out of the world into a very private place. There was nobody around, not even the slightest trace of people ever having been there. The trail seemed to have been deserted for years. Mary moved quietly through the trees, enjoying their shade, the smell of the redwoods, and the singing of the birds perched high on their branches. She walked deeper and deeper into the depths of the forest, imagining that she was walking through Germany's Black Forest and that at any second as she rounded a bend in the trail she would see a gingerbread house with a wicked witch living inside-but she would have nothing to fear because she wouldn't eat any gingerbread. Mary laughed at the thought.
She was feeling a little tired from walking when she came upon a small secluded pond, surrounded and sheltered by shady trees. The ground was covered with a soft carpet of pine needles and leaves. There were white lilies floating on the surface of the pond and the banks were lined with thick bushes. A single swan glided peacefully across the pond. Mary was enchanted. This was a place out of her fantasies, the place she had always searched for in the park and had never been able to find. The nicest thing about it was that it looked like she was the only person in the world that had ever been there. Her own private pond!! ! A place where, when the cares and troubles of her city life became too much, she could retreat to in peace and safety. What had happened the night before with Clifford now seemed like an ancient newspaper story about something that had happened to someone else.
Mary sat down next to the pond and leaned against the trunk of a redwood. She took a little cheese and sausage from her day pack and ate a little lunch, washing it down with wine from her bota bag. Mary amused herself by throwing small pieces of french bread at the swan and watching him timidly swim over to grab the crumb and then quickly retreat to a greater distance.
The only sounds that Mary heard were the singing of the birds and the rustle of the tree branches as they swayed with gentle breeze. She was startled then when a man seemed to appear from nowhere and walked up to her. He was short and swarthy, but very strongly built-almost like a tank. Mary felt a surge of adrenalin and fear shoot through her body, but did her best to stifle it-after all she had no reason to fear this man, he'd done nothing to her, hadn't even threatened her. Just because she was all alone was no reason to assume the worst-she would assume the best and maybe by thinking positive nothing would happen and everything would turn out fine.
He walked up and stopped right in front of her, staring down. He certainly wasn't very attractive, Mary thought. And he looked like it'd been a good long while since he'd seen a bath tub. "Hi." he said.
"Hello." Mary answered nervously.
"I'm surprised to see anyone out this far into the park, especially a girl and especially alone. Don't you know that a park can be dangerous?" he asked in a friendly manner.
Mary was relieved a little by his friendly tone.
"Oh, I guess I just think the best about people. And besides it's during the daytime and there's always people around in the park-if someone were to scream I bet about fifty people would come running right away to help."
"You think so?" he said, looking around. "I think you're mistaken-what's your name."
"Uh, my name's Mary."
"Well, Mary, I think you're mistaken. First off, we are so deep in the park, in a place that on one ever goes to I don't think that even the park rangers are aware of the existence of this pond. So there's no one around here, I know that for a fact. I was really surprised to see you stumble upon the place. Now the second thing that I think you ought to know is that even if there were people around-you know what people do when they hear someone screaming for help?? They ignore it. They act like they never heard a thing and as quickly as they can they get out of hearing range. I think it's a sad comment on our society that no one wants to get involved, no one wants to help a fellow human being in distress, but that's just the way it is. Do you remember Kitty Genovese."
"Who?"
"Kitty Genovese. She was that girl in New York who was stabbed to death in an apartment complex. You know how some apartment buildings have like a center court in the middle and all of the apartments have a window that looks down on it? Well, that's where she got it and 29 of her neighbors saw it happen. They heard her screaming and yelling for help. No one helped her. No one even called the police. I guess the world's not a very nice place, is it?"
Mary was getting very nervous. Especially, because he seemed to be right. They were so far into the park that she doubted if there was another person within a mile. Mary thought it would be in her best interest to leave, and leave right away. The secluded pond no longer seemed so peaceful and tranquil. At that moment, even having Clifford around wouldn't have been too bad.
Mary stood up, dusting the pine needles off her shorts. She pulled the man's hand off her ass when he tried to help her brush them off.
"I think I can brush off the pine needles all by myself, thank you." she said.
"I'm sorry." he replied with exaggerated politeness. "I was just trying to be a gentleman. It seems that with all this woman's lib shit that chivalry is finally dead. Are you going someplace?"
Mary looked into his eyes and didn't like what she saw there. They were icy cold and glistened like hard diamonds. She saw no trace of human warmth or compassion.
"Uh, well. . . " she said, "it is getting late and I have to be getting back. It was nice talking to you, so goodbye."
The man's arm shot out against the tree, blocking her path. "Please don't go." he said. "It's not often I get to talk to such a pretty girl. You're not afraid of me are you?"
"Uh, uh, uh n-n-noooo." she stammered.
'That's good, because I think we are going to become very close friends, you and I. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Mary hoped that if she kept him talking, made some human contact with her that he might not hurt her.
"Oh, y-y-yess. I think it would be nice to be your friend. I think you're a really nice man. You remind me of my father-he was a really nice man too. And I've really enjoyed talking to you, but my mother's been sick lately and I have to go see her at the hospital before visiting hours are over."
"It'd be a shame if you ended up in the hospital with her." he sneered.
Mary felt her heart sink and a lump rise in her throat. "W-w-w-hat d-d-do you m-m-mmean?"
"Nothing really. If we're friends that is. We are friends aren't we?"
"Uh, uh, yes, of course, we are friends. I think you're a, uh, very nice and gentle man."
He laughed. "Good, that's good. I'm glad we're friends. I'm glad such a pretty, sexy girl is my friend. You have such beautiful blonde hair-I really love blonde hair, it seems so pure, if you know what I mean. It feels so soft when you run it through your fingers."
He reached out and ran his dirty fingers through Mary's long blonde hair. Mary stood stiffly still, frozen like a statue with fear.
"Yeah, I'm real glad we're such good friends." he said in a hoarse whisper. "Why don't you give your good friend a little kiss. One for luck and future health."
He leaned his smelly mouth towards hers and she turned her head to the side, big rolling sobs coming from deep in her chest.
"Oh, please, please, mister. Please let me go," she cried.
He tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her face around to face his.
"What's the matter, don't you like me, huh?? I thought we were such good friends?" he snarled sarcastically. "You want to leave. Well, maybe I'll let you. Maybe I'll let you walk right out of here-but I'm not even going to think about it until you give me a kiss from those sweet cherry lips of yours."
Between sobs Mary, in desperation puckered up her lips. He roughly pressed his mouth down on hers, grinding so hard against her lips that the pain overwhelmed even the rank smell rising from his mouth. Her teeth were clenched shut and when his thick tongue pushed up against them and couldn't get through he threw her to the ground in frustration.
Before Mary had a chance to get up and run he was on top of her, sitting on her hips, holding her down. Her eyes wide with terror she threatened, "If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to scream!! ! "
All he did was laugh visciously and pull a switchblade knife from his pocket snapping it open. "Bitch, you open that mouth to do anything but suck on my cock and I'm going to cut your vocal chords out. And that's no shit. You give me any trouble at all.. . " As he pressed the sharp point of the knife hard against the soft skin under her chin, "and I'm going to do some cutting. That pretty face of yours won't be so pretty any more. The way you'll look when I get through with you, you'll be begging men for cock. 'Cause I promise you, honey, ain't no one gonna even want to look at you let alone fuck you after I get through."
Mary's eyes were wide with terror. She was lying flat on her back on the sharp pine needles with the man straddling her waist. The second she felt the knife press against the underside of her chin she knew that she wouldn't resist, knew that there was nothing she could do-knew that she was totally in the power of this animal, this beast.
She choked back a tear and felt a sob deep in her throat. She had never dreamed losing her virginity would be. like this, with some smelly stranger, rolling in the dirt like crude animals. If only she'd let Davy do it one of the times he'd begged, that would have been so much better, it would have even been better had the first man been Clifford-but O God, not this stinking brute. . . .
Her thoughts were cut short by the stranger ripping open the front of her shirt. He had a half-smile, half-leer on his face and grunted in satisfaction when he saw the fullness of her milky white breasts spilling over the top of her brassiere. He reached down, lifted up the front of her brassiere and with a swift motion cut it in two with the knife. Her breasts tumbled out and the strangers eyes could not believe their perfection.
"Oh, baby, you hot bitch, have you got some fine tits."
Mary saw him staring at her breasts, a thin line of drool hanging from his chin.
"Please sir," she sobbed, "don't hurt me, please don't hurt me. Just let me go, please, please!! ! "
"Shut up, bitch. You fucking whore. You're going to get to leave when I tell you to leave and not a second before. Got that? You don't want to get hurt? Well, that's up to you now, isn't it? You do just like I say and don't give me any shit and you won't get hurt. You might even have some fun. You don't do what I say and some fucking plastic surgeon is gonna think your face is a jig-saw puzzle."
"Please don't hurt me-I'll do . . . I'll do anything you say."
"That's better, cunt. Now, I want you to stand up and take off those shorts-and take 'em off slow, I want to enjoy this."
He swung his weight off Mary, allowing her to get up. She thought about running, weighed the chances of getting away. But she was so scared she felt she could hardly run two feet without fainting. And the thought of what he'd do to her with that knife if he caught her was just too frightening. She had no choice but to do as he ordered.
She slowly got to her feet and stood facing him. Her shirt and sliced brassiere hung open, exposing her firm breasts. She stood facing him, trembling.
"Alright, now take 'em off-I wanna see a little strip here in the woods."
Mary felt a tear roll down her cheek as her hands went to unbutton the front of her shorts. She felt humiliated standing there undressing in front of this rapist. It was as if it wasn't really rape-he wasn't forcing her, wasn't pulling the clothes off her himself. She was so ashamed.
She let the shorts drop about her ankles and stepped out of them. All she was wearing now was the torn shirt and brassiere, her pink lacy silk panties and her hiking boots.
"Come on, goddamn it, take off them panties, and when you get 'em off, chuck 'em over here."
Mary, red with embarrassment, hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, pulled them down around her thighs, then around her ankles. When she had them off, as she had been ordered, she threw them over to him. He caught the panties with one hand and brought them up to his nose. He inhaled their fragrance and smiled.
"Oh, baby, you smell sweet, real tasty. I see you're a real blonde too-that bush is very bit as pretty as those tits. Pretty enough to eat. Now get out of those boots and take off that shirt. You know ladies ain't supposed to be wearing boots, don't you know that?"
Mary did as she was told and stood facing him completely naked. She couldn't help but modestly cover her breasts and pussy with her hands from his obscene leer. She felt so vulnerable, so defenseless. And so afraid.
She had no idea what perversities he would command her to perform and knew that there was nothing she could do, no way to protest. No matter what he asked, no matter how degrading or humiliating or disgusting-no matter what it was he wanted to do to her, she would have to do it. It was that or get sliced to ribbons by that switchblade knife. Oh God, she thought, if only I hadn't come to the park, if only I hadn't gone so far off the beaten path. She thought bitterly of Clifton, blaming him for her presence in the park in the first place. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gruff command.
"Take your hands away from your cunt and hold 'em up behind your head." Mary did as she was told. "Oh, yeah, yeah! That's better, slut. You're a real beauty, you know that? Why you could even be in "Hustler" magazine or something.. . . Now walk over here and give me a real kiss-and you close the teeth this time and you're going to be real sorry."
Mary walked up to him and he pushed his mouth down on her lips. She forced herself to keep her teeth open and not to gag as his vile tongue rudely pushed its way into her mouth, scouring the inside. One of his hands went down to grab her naked ass cheek-he spread them apart, running his hand up and down her ass crack, moaning lustfully.
He continued kissing her, his tongue entwining with her and his saliva flowing into her mouth. He kept one hand on her ass and with the other reached down and grabbed one of her breast, squeezing and kneading it forcefully.
Mary was still sobbing, with tears rolling down her cheeks, but at the same time she was disgusted to discover that her body was responding to his vile touch. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles and she felt the blood rushing to her genitals. Why, why, why, couldn't her mind control her body even in this terrifying situation?
He broke away from the kiss. "Now, that's a little better, bitch. Get down on your knees."
Mary hesitated for a second thinking, O please God, not this, not this!
"I don't want to tell you twice or I'm gonna have to do some smacking."
Mary fell to her knees in front of him, her eyes were at the same level as his zipper. She felt a little sick to her stomach.
"Now pull down that zipper-it's feeding time."
Mary hesitated again and this time he didn't say anything but slapped her across the side of her head full force, knocking her sprawling on the ground. Mary's face tingled with pain and she immediately realized that this guy wasn't fooling around, that she was really going to have to do what he said, when he said it.
She said a silent vow to herself that no matter what happened, she was going to get out of the situation alive. She quickly scrambled back to her knees and began to unzip his pants..
"That's better, bitch-you learn quick. Let's hope I don't have to teach you any other lessons because they just get rougher. And sometimes when I get rough I remember how much fun it is-and then sometimes I can get a little carried away."
Her face still throbbing with pain Mary pulled down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled his pants down around his thighs and gasped at what was revealed. His cock was ugly, and about eleven inches long. The thick cock head was swollen and purple and the whole meaty, erect rod stood straight out from his body, sticking obscenely in her face. Even his balls were huge and swollen, dangling like two hairy racquet balls from his crotch.
She knew what he wanted, and not wishing to displease him she reached up and took his blue veined stiffness in her hands. She could barely get her fingers around it, it was so thick. She was afraid that if he tried to fuck her with this monster it would split her in two.
She knew what she had to do and as much as the thought disgusted her, she opened her mouth and slowly slid the thick cock-head into her mouth. He grunted with pleasure as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelope his throbbing prick. Mary surpassed her urge to gag, fearful of what he might do to punish her. Her only hope was that a park ranger might stumble upon them and rescue her, but time was running out and running out fast.
Although she had never sucked a man's cock before (although she had sucked Clifford's the night before, that was for some reason just a hazy, indistinct memory) she had read a magazine where a letter-writer described how to do it.
She used her tongue to lick the swollen cock head, going around it in slow circles. She prayed that when he came it wouldn't be in her mouth. She licked and began to suck. He put his hand behind her head, pushing his bloated cock deep into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Her entire mouth was filled with cock. He started pushing her head up and down the length of his thick shaft, as if he were fucking her mouth. Every time he drove it in to the hilt, his bloated testicles would slap with an obscene plop against her chin. Mary supported herself my wrapping her arms around his thick, hairy legs and holding on for dear life as he rammed his prick over and over again into her mouth.
"That's it, baby, that's it. Suck on that big cock, suck on it. I bet you've never had one this big before, have you baby? I bet you never had one taste so good before, fill your hungry mouth up so full before. Oh, yeah, lick it, suck it, lick it, suck it. When I cum I'm going to fill your mouth so full of my sticky cum you're going to choke. And you're going to lick up every last drop, aren't you slut. Fucking whore, cock-sucking bitch. Oh, yeah suck on it, suck on it-feels so good, feels so fine.. . . "
Mary was totally repulsed by what she was doing, yet feared for her life to the point where she knew she had better suck his cock like it'd never been sucked before-knew that she'd better make him happy. Suddenly the huge cock seemed to swell even larger, as if it were about to burst.
"OH GOD!! ! ! " he moaned, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to come all over your mouth. OH YEAH, OH YEAH, HERE IT HERE IT HERE IT COMES!! ! ! ! "
His hands gripped so tight around her head that even if she felt she could get away with not drinking down all his cum she couldn't. The semen burst into her mouth with gushing squirts, one right after the other. Mary swallowed the hot sticky cum as fast as she could to keep from choking. She slurped and swallowed all the while wishing he would stop, wishing that his throbbing penis would stop pumping that seemingly endless supply of male cum into her mouth. Would this nightmare ever end!? ? ?
She was surprised that the taste wasn't as disgusting as she thought it would be-but the whole situation was just too humiliating, too degrading.
Here was Mary Jenkins, the girl whose beauty was such that men gave up their turn to come to her bank window, here was Mary Jenkins stark naked on her knees in a forest clearing with a man's hot cum pumping cock shoved down her throat and she swallowing like a hungry whore. Mary wished she'd become a nun after all and had never seen a man for her whole life. They were worse than animals. . . .
Finally, with a hideous grunt, he shot one last load into her mouth. "OH, yeah, sweet-meat," he whispered, "that was good, real good-I think you've got some talent baby. Now, lick it clean, get every last drop-we wouldn't want to waste any."
Mary did exactly as she was told, licking up every last salty bit from the rapidly shrinking cock head. She prayed that now that he'd done his vile deed he'd let her go.
"Please. . . . " she asked, "can I go now, please let me go and I won't tell anyone, I promise.. . . "
"Let you go?" he laughed. "We ain't hardly begun to have any fun-I just got my rocks off, but what 'bought you baby? You gotta get yours off too.. . . "
"Really," Mary pleaded, "it's okay, I mean it was enough that you got your, I mean you had your orgasm, I really need to go, I mean I am supposed to visit my mother and all.. . . "
"Shut up," he growled, "I'm sick of hearing you run your mouth off. You're going to get your rocks off even if it kills you. Now go sit down, leaning against that tree."
Mary did as she was told, having no idea what disgusting thing she was going to have to do now. Her mouth still tasted like cum and the taste wouldn't go away. Still holding the knife, the stranger went and sat down about three feet directly in front of Mary.
"Alright, baby. We gonna have a little fun now. You ever play make-believe?? Well, that's what we're gonna do now. You're going to make believe that I'm not here and you're all alone out in the woods. Hot bitch that you are, you're so horny that you can't stand it-you've taken off all your clothes, sat down by this tree and now you're going to satisfy your desires."
Mary turned a bright crimson. She could hardly bring herself to masturbate when she was home alone-she thought it was a vile, disgusting thing to do. No lady ever did it-only whores and sluts and people of weak morals and will. Now she was going to have to touch herself right out in the open, in the broad daylight and this was too much, too perverse!! ! She wished she were dead, wished that he would kill her then and there and get the whole thing over with. But then she saw his gleaming knife and quickly changed her mind.
"Now spread your legs and get to it!! " he commanded. Mary spread her legs wide, revealing her blonde pubic vee and the moist wet flesh within. She began to cry again with humiliation as she placed a hand on her cunt and began to run her fingers up and down her slit. He stared straight at her pussy, his pants still down around his knees and the knife in his left hand.
"Use both hands and spread your cunt lips wide-I wanna look inside your pussy!"
Mary had never felt so naked before in her life. She spread her labial lips wide, revealing the dark recess of her tight love channel.
"Now put your finger in, work it around, get it all wet and juicy."
As she plunged her fore-finger into the hot cavity the stranger grew more excited. As he heard the plops and squishy sounds that her finger in her wet pussy made he almost began to tremble with lust. Finally, he could take it no longer and crawled on his hands and knees until his face was right in front of her pussy. Mary moved her hands away.
"Put those hands back, goddammit, and spread those lips. I wanna see it, I wanna smell it!! ! "
He was sniffing her like a dog, drawing in huge gulps of the musky scent and grunting with pleasure, his eyes wide, only mere inches from her quivering flesh.
He began to lick her pussy with long hard strokes of his tongue, first plunging it deep into her vagina and then licking her slit upwards until he came to her clitoris, which he drew quick little circles around.
Mary was disgusted with herself as she felt her body begin to respond to his incessant licking. She'd involuntarily grunt when he stuck his tongue deep into her tight hole and then gasp with pleasure as he ran up her gushing slit and nibbled on her clitoris. She soon forgot her terror, her desperate situation. Her whole attention, her whole being seemed to be absorbed in her raging genitals. Involuntarily her hips began to grind in slow, instinctual circles, rising up to meet his lapping tongue.
Hot waves of pleasure seemed to surge through her body-she had never felt anything like it before and she never wanted it to stop. Her eyes glazed over in uncomprehending pleasure as the stranger's tongue lashed her pussy into a frenzy of wanton arousal.
"Oh God!! ! " she hissed, "yeah, yeah, yeah, it never felt like this. Lick my pussy, lick my snatch, make me cum, I want to cum. I need to cum. O baby, make me cum, that's it, that's it, lick it right there, right-you've got it now, daddy, OH PAPA!! ! ! ! Feels soooooo goooooooood!! ! " she squealed in ecstasy.
He pulled his head up from her steaming cunt and she moaned in dismay "GOD O GOD-DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-LET ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM!! ! " she pleaded.
"Oh, you're going to cum alright baby-but it's gonna be with eleven inches of rock-hard cock stuffed up your cunt. You're so tight I think I'm going to split you in two, let me loosen things up a bit down there. . . . "
He took one of his fingers and began to work it into her cunt, moving in loud squishy circles. As soon as he stopped licking her clitoris, Mary rapidly came back to her senses. Her moans of pleasure turned to moans of despair and pleas for pity.
He stopped as he put his finger in deeper and felt some resistance. "What the fuck?? ? " Then he started laughing, howling. "I can't believe this shit. I got me a virgin here. Still got your cherry, baby? Is that what I feel down here in this nice tight cunt? No wonder you're so tight, you ain't never had a cock before, have you? And a bitch as good looking as you, too. You must be some kinda cock-tease!! ! "
Mary didn't say anything in reply. She just lay back against the tree, her legs spread as wide as they would go, hoping-praying that her ordeal would be over. If he was to rape her, then there was nothing she could do about it. She would just have to lie back and take it. Let him do his animal deed and hope he gets it over quickly and that it doesn't hurt too much. She cried bitterly when she thought of the irony of having saved her virgin cherry all these years just to have it rended by some creep in a public park. She trembled with fear remembering his cock's huge size when it filled up her mouth. She feared that it might split her right in two.
"You're in luck today, baby." he said. "It's my personal opinion that cherry's are more trouble than they're worth-I don't mind a little blood when I'm fucking someone, but I don't really like it on my cock, if you know what I mean. Besides that, I'm really a backdoor man and I got another hard-on that wants to take you for a little trip down the dirt-road."
Mary had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't know what a "back-door man" or even what a trip down the dirt road was. For the first time since her ordeal began she had a dim ray of hope. If she understood him correctly he wasn't going to pop her cherry-which meant, she thought, that he wasn't going to fuck her. Maybe, she hoped and prayed, maybe, just maybe, he'd let her go-hadn't he defiled her enough?? ?
He reached over on the ground and picked up a small, fallen tree branch. "Roll over on your stomach." he commanded.
Oh, God, thought Mary, he's going to beat me now with that stick. But then he shoved it in front of her face and said, "Open your mouth and bite down on this-I think you might need it."
Mary was dumbfounded-bite on a stick?? Why?? ? But she wasn't about to ask him and risk getting him angry, so, she dutifully opened her mouth and bit down on the stick. She wondered just what perversion he was going to perform upon her helpless body. What could he possibly do that she would need a stick in her mouth for?
Then she felt his powerful hands massaging her firm buttocks. She felt something wet and slippery on her anus and, with a start, realized that his finger was invading her asshole. OH MY GOD!! she thought. NOT THAT. ANYTHING BUT PLEASE NOT THAT!! ! ! !
"Ahhhh!! " she grunted in pain and bit down on the stick as one of his thick fingers probed the defenses of her rubbery rectum.
"Oh, yeah!! ! " he whispered, working his fingers in ever widening circles into her rosy anus. This is one tight little bung hole. I bet you haven't ever had any cock up here, either. MMM-mmm-mmm, so nice, so tight, and those luscious little ass cheeks look soooo good I'm gonna take my time and ream you out right, baby-there ain't no feeling in the world like getting it all the way up the ass, getting that chocolate tunnel filled to the brim with nice creamy cum-kinda like the frosting on a cake. Soooooo sweet.
Mary was lying flat on her stomach with her naked ass waving in the air while this ugly stranger was reaming her asshole in ever-widening circles with one hand and stroking his rapidly hardening cock with the other. Mary's despair was total. Just his finger in her asshole hurt so bad that she was already biting down on the stick just as hard as she could. It hurt so bad!! Why was this happening to her?? ? Why her?? What had she ever done to deserve this treatment?? ! ! Tears of bitterness and pain welled in her eyes. The pain from his finger was so great that she thought she would literally die should he attempt to cram that huge cock of his in there. In desperation she thought of one other option.
"PLEASE!! ! ! Please mister.. .it hurts so bad I don't think I can stand it, please stop and I'll do something else for you, I'll, I'll suck on your . . . I'll suck on your penis again if you just stop hurting my anus-I can't stand it. Please don't fuck me there, anything else, anything else . . . Oh, take my virginity before that, fuck my vagina if you have to, but please not in my ass, not in my ass!! " she pleaded. She begged. She cried. The stranger was unmoved and all the while she was pleading he kept his finger reaming in and out of her asshole.
"Baby, you can beg 'till woman grows cocks, you can plead until dogs fuck cats and it's still not going to do you any good. See, bitch, I don't even want your godamn cherry-I mean I have a sister myself. I killed the guy who took her cherry. I'm an ass man. And you sure got a fine ass, so fine that your sweet little butt-hole even smells good. I got to get inside of it. I got to get my piece up there, and I got to hear you squeal and see you squirm. And I'm just about ready-open up your mouth and grease up my cock with some spit."
Mary wanted to die when she saw how huge his pulsing cock had grown. She obediently opened her mouth, knowing the slippier it was the less it was going to hurt, or even injure her. She licked it from end to end using every drop of saliva she had. Finally, he pulled it out of her mouth and Mary bit down firmly on the stick, awaiting her ravishment. Awaiting her total defilement.
"AAAAAGGGG GGGGGH HHHHH!! ! ! ! ! ! " Mary moaned as he lewdly pushed his thick cock-head against the rubbery button of her anus. It couldn't possibly go in, she thought. It was just too big. It felt like he was trying to put his fist up there. But he kept pushing, letting up for a second and then pushing harder than before. "MMMMppphhhh mmm mmm mmmmphhhhh!! ! " whimpered Mary. Her whole ass was on fire with pain and the more she cried and groaned the more he seemed to enjoy it.
Finally, Mary gasped as she felt her anus expand for a second as his cock shoved all the way up to the hilt. She couldn't move against the skewering thickness she felt impaled upon hot poker. She bit the stick right in two as he started pumping his rock-hard cock into her inflamed and ravaged asshole.
He would pull the big cock almost all the way out, sliding easily down up and down the slippery mine-shaft of her rectum, until his engorged cock-head widened her already stretched sphincter beyond the limit.
She was grunting, screaming, and crying all at once when he would plunge it all the way to the hilt, stopping only as his bloated balls slapped obscenely against her upraised buttocks.
She heard him grunt over her, "That's it, baby, you got it, you got it, you got it all the way up your ass. My cock is in your ass, my cock is splitting you in two, you love it don't you bitch? You love getting fucked in the ass, the pain feels so good, doesn't it, cunt? You fucking cunt!! ! ! ! You slimy slut!! ! Fucking, sucking whore!! ! ! !
These were the last words Mary heard when, mercifully, she passed out.
Mary awoke to find herself alone. She was laying naked on the soft pine needles, her rectum still throbbing with pain. She quickly got dressed and walked back to her apartment. All she wanted in the world was to take a shower. She wanted to wash every trace of the rapist touch from her body.
As she stood in the hot, steamy shower, Mary thought of what had happened in the last two days. Thought of the disgusting acts she had been forced to perform, thought of the assaults that had been made upon her innocent body.
Yet, she mused, when all was said and done she hadn't really been hurt. Her inflamed anus still smarted a bit, but was feeling better all the time, and when the time came for her to marry, she could still offer her husband an intact cherry.