Chapter 1
It was winter in New York. The sky was a low grey ceiling, trees were naked, and a bitter wind whipped through the skyscraper canyons.
Lily Wharton pulled her thin woolen coat tightly around her body as she walked up Seventh Avenue from Columbus Circle.- The air stung at her nose and ears and hurt her. And the empty hunger in her belly hurt her too. She was frightened. She had run away from a mother she despised, from a life that seemed utter misery. And now she was broke and frightened. She needed a job. But she was so shabby looking. She hated the cold, disdainful looks in the eyes of the women at employment agencies, and she hated to put herself through the humiliation. She was a plain girl with no skills.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, she thought. But she was shivering so badly now from the cold. She was passing the coliseum and stepped inside the glass doors for a moment, just to warm up.
Suddenly, a flash of brilliant colors assaulted her senses and the gay music of a carnival. She forgot her cold and hunger as she wandered through the rows of booths.
"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen ... win yerself fabulous prizes ..."
"Right here, folks ... right here ... hit the milk bottles and win yer little lady a prize she'll never ferget..."
"Hey baby ... hey blondie ... smile!"
Lily looked up at the man who called out to her, but she continued to walk, self-consciously awkward.
"Hey, pretty lady ... don't be shy ..."
With a pang of sadness, Lily realized that except for the ladies at the employment agencies, no one had talked to her for the entire week that she'd been in New York City. Suddenly, her sense of loneliness was overwhelming. She turned to look at the man that had called out to her. She saw that he was smiling-but she did not look at his eyes. If she had, they might have warned her of the cruelty that lurked behind his handsome face.
"Try yer luck ... just fifty cents ... fifty cents, little lady, and win the big pink teddy bear .. ; Then the realization hit her. He was just pitching her ... just selling her. He hadn't really talked to her at all. She felt tears welling up, choking her throat, brimming over her eyes. She was horribly embarrassed, stnding amidst all these people having a good time and just crying. She didn't know what to do... where to turn ... where to go. So she just stood there, frozen, embarrassed, hurt, in front of this man who had just lifted her hopes and then crashed them to the ground.
She was astonished when he reached out and took hold of her hand. A shiver went through her body. No one had ever reached out to comfort her before. Her father had deserted her when she was just an infant, and her mother had always resented her existence. The only touching her mother had ever done was to hit her. So she had grown up a strange child, withdrawn, apart from other children.
"Hey, pretty lady," he said. "What's the matter with you?"
She looked up at him. She saw a good-looking man, with a face like a movie star, wearing nice clothes. What someone with a more experienced eye might have seen was a sleazy sharpie.
She smiled through her tears. "I-I'm sorry," she said. "I'll scare away your customers."
"Come here," he said and pulled her toward the counter of his booth. "You look like you need a friend."
"Yes ... yes I do."
"Okay... my partner Charlene's gonna be here in a minute to give me my lunch break... whadya say I buy ya a cup of cawfee ..."
A little warning signal went off in her head. Don't talk to strange men . . . But she was so lonely and hungry and she did not have the strength to resist his offer.
A few moments later a middle-aged woman with brassy blonde hair came by the booth. She was a large woman, with enormous breasts encased in a brassiere that was inadequate to the task of supporting them. She wore a black skirt with a low-cut red jersey sweater that showed more than a little cleavage, and high heeled black suede shoes with ankle straps. She wore thick pancake makeup on her face, along with a bright red lipstick and heavy shadow on her eyes. She looked to be about forty and her voice was deep and gravelly, almost like a man's.
"Who's the chick?" she asked, a hint of jealousy and disdain in her voice.
"Mind your own business, Charlene!" the man said, and gave her a lewd pat on her ample behind.
"Be back in an hour ..."
"Have a nice time," she said, and Lily shivered at a kind of nastiness in her voice that she didn't understand.
"Nice to meet you," Lily said.
"Aw, cut the crap," Charlene replied.
As she walked away with the man, Lily could hear Charlene's voice, louder than the rest.
"All right, ladieeeeees and gentlemen... try your luck ... play the game ... You look like a winner, mister..."
"Gee," said Lily, "I don't even know your name."
"Slade," he said. "Billy Slade."
"Sounds like a cowboy," she giggled.
"Yeah," he laughed, "a Bronx cowboy."
"So what's your name?"
"Lily ... Lily Wharton."
They reached the food concession and sat down at a dirty white formica table. He ordered coffee for her, and when he saw the way she drank it, he knew she was hungry.
"Ya wanna eat something," he asked.
"Oh ... no ... no, thank you."
"One 'no' might have done it. But two-you protest too much. When's the last time you ate, baby?"
Tears welled up in her eyes again, not from self-pity but from embarrassment that she was so transparent.
"No, really. I'm okay ..."
"Yeah, sure." He called the waiter over. "Gimme a couple of burgers and fries-hey! Plenty of ketchup, too, ya here me."
Then he turned to Lily muttering, "Stingy bastards ... they give ya these little fucking envelopes of ketchup! Envelopes, man! You know what I mean?"
She laughed. He was kind of cute. But she didn't like his eyes. When he looked at her it made her feel kind of crawly. But she tried to like him. He was being nice to her and she'd never had a friend.
"So, you're in trouble, huh?" he said. "No job, I bet. No money. Betcha just ran away from home in some dinky little town, right?"
"How do you know so much about me?" she asked.
"Well," he leaned back in his chair, bragging. "When you been around as much as me, you can see a lot-a whole lot."
She sank down in her chair in an attitude of despair. "I've looked all over for a job-but- nothing, no one ... no one wants me."
The waiter brought the hamburgers. Her hand trembled as she reached for hers. She was so hungry. She ate quickly, like a hungry little animal.
"Hey... a job's no problem, kid. Come work with us."
"What could I do?"
He smiled in a way that made her uncomfortable. But she told herself it was just her imagination.
"Whatever needs doing," he said, with a strange glint in his eyes. "We're here another week. You gotta place to live?"
"I've been staying at the Y, but I don't have the money for next week's rent."
Billy Slade smiled to himself. He sure knew how to pick 'em. He had spotted this one a mile away.
"Well, we're all staying at a hotel just a couple of blocks up. So you just stay with us tonight. You can share a room with Charlene ..."
"Oh, but she didn't like me very much."
"Don't be silly kid ..."
"Well, uh ..."
"Look," he said, and for the first time she sensed an impatience, almost a nastiness in his voice. "You ain't got much choice, have you honey."
They finished eating and walked back to the booth.
"Hey Charlene ... take over the rest of the afternoon," he said. "I'm takin' the kid home with me ... See ya later."
"You work fast, baby," Charlene smiled. "Real fast."
Lily Wharton did not know exactly when she began to grow afraid. Perhaps it was going back out onto the street again, away from the makebelieve gaiety of the carnival. Billy Slade had slipped his arm familiarly around her waist. She didn't like such familiarity. Her body grew rigid and she tried to pull away, but she didn't want to insult him. After all, he'd bought her lunch and he was being so nice to her.
The hotel rather shocked her. She was a naive girl and when he had said hotel, she had conjured up in her innocent imagination something beautiful, like the grand hotels in the movies. But this place was seedy. The man behind the desk was thin and pale and needed a shave, and he looked at them curiously as they walked past him. "Hey, Neil," Billy waved. "How's it goin'. The desk clerk looked up. "Come here, Billy," he said.
Billy looked annoyed for a moment, then walked over to him.
Lily heard Neil say, "When are you gonna take me with you, Billy, huh ... huh?"
Billy patted Neil's arm. "One of these days... one of these days."
"She's a nice one," said Neil, with a strange look in his eye.
"Yeah," said Billy, "real nice."
The elevator smelled of urine and, as they stepped in, a cockroach was crawling up the wall.
Billy led her down the hallway. He seemed suddenly intense.
He opened the door marked 204. Then he pulled her by the arm and almost threw her into the room.
She was taken aback.
"Is ... is this Charlene's room?" she asked.
"Shut up," he said, and now his tone was surly. "Don't ask too many questions."
There was only a bed and a dresser in the room and a torn chair near the window, which looked out on the brick wall of another building. She sat in the chair.
"Okay," he said, standing in front of her, "let's take a look at the merchandise."
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Shut up ... open your coat."
Suddenly the naive young girl was terrified. Her mother had always told her she was too stupid to take care of herself. Her mother was smart. She never trusted anyone.
She stood up and moved towards the door. She would just leave. It was all a mistake and now she would just leave. Maybe she had given him the wrong impression about what kind of a girl she was.
Billy grabbed her arm. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Please... I'll just leave now. I'm afraid I made a mistake about..."
He laughed mocking at her. "Afraid you made a mistake," he mimicked. "Come here!"
He tossed her down on the bed roughly, and before she knew what was happening she felt the weight of his body crash down on her.
She struggled against him, struggled to free her body, pinned to the bed beneath his weight.
She pulled his hair hard.
"Owwwwwwww!" he jumped off her, then slapped her face.
"You little bitch," he said. "Don't make me mad. I get crazy when I'm mad."
He stepped back from the bed.
"Come on, baby... run away. Come on, run away ... just try to get away."
He was dancing crazily in front of her. She could see now that his eyes were vicious, that his smile had been leering not friendly. But now it was too late.
"Come on, baby. Run. Run ..."
She was terrified. She didn't know what to do. Instinctively, she leapt from the bed and made a dash for the door.
But he caught her by her dark blonde hair and pushed her down on the bed. Then she heard a sinister click-and she was looking up right into the gleaming steel of a switchblade knife.
"Okay, sweetheart. Now let's see the goods."
Lily's heart was pounding in her breast.
"No-please ... let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go!"
He ignored her. His whole being seemed now to be taken over by a kind of madness. His eyes were gleaming like the blade of his knife.
"Open that crummy coat of yours, sister--let's take a look at you."
She pulled the coat tighter around her slender body.
He moved the blade of the knife closer.
"Don't mess with me, baby. Open the coat now like a good girl."
Her fingers were trembling as she opened the front of her coat. And a deep flush of humiliation and fear rose in her.
Beneath the coat she was wearing a faded white cotton blouse and an old plaid skirt. She was a slender girl-her mother had always taunted her about being skinny. But in the last year her breasts had suddenly developed to an unexpected fullness that embarrassed her. Now her face was burning as she felt him staring at her breasts, their hard nipples pressing through her brassiere and blouse.
Billy Slade's breath was coming faster now as he stared at the girl in front of hm on the bed. She was scared, and that made him feel powerful. And, though her face was ordinary, her body was something else. Slim. He liked slim long legs and a nice flat belly, especially when they came with a pair of tits like that! Holy Shit! An animal groan escaped his lips and frightened Lily even more.
"Didja ever fuck before, girly," he said. "Huh? Don't just stare at me stupid like that."
"Please ..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Please, let me go."
His chin jutted forward challengingly. "I asked you didja ever fuck before, baby." He brought the tip of the knife within an inch of her throat.
Oh my God! she thought. He's crazy! He's not even in his right mind. Her heart was beating crazily with fear and she dared not move.
"Answer me!" he demanded menacingly.
"N-no," she said, her voice barely audible. "I-I'm a virgin."
"What! Say it again. I don't believe my fuckin' ears. You're a what!?"
Lily knew she had to answer. She wanted to. scream for help, to run, but she stayed frozen because the sharp steel of the switchblade was less than an inch from her throat.
"I-I'm a virgin!"
He howled with laughter. "Holy fuckin' shit, man! A virgin! A goddamn virgin! Billy Slade has hit the jackpot!"
Then he was suddenly quiet.
"Okay, virgin. Strip."
She stared at him pleadingly.
"Strip, I said."
She hesitated a moment too long. Billy Slade was an impatient man. He took the fine blade of his knife and ran it down her blouse alongside the buttons. The fabric fell away.
And then, to her utter humiliation, he laughed at what he saw.
"A cotton brassiere!" he howled. "Jesus, baby. You look like a nun or somethin'." Then he looked at her with intense lust in his eyes. 'Take it off-or do you want me to do it for you."
"No... no... I'll do it." Trembling with fear, she reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere.
'Take it all off now ... take off the blouse and that cotton thing!"
She slid the blouse off her slender shoulders but hesitated to remove her brassiere. He didn't wait. He grabbed the front and pulled it off, tearing the thin little straps. Immediately, her hands flew up to cover her nakedness.
But Slade had seen plenty. What a delicious pair of tits. Shit. They were as full as melons and they stood right out from her body. They didn't even droop a little bit. Oh God!
He groaned again, and felt the blood of lust rushing to his cock. He rubbed it with his hand and she turned her face away.
Oh my God! He's hard-down there! She thought, looking at his pants. She started to cry from fear, and her helplessness only made his cock throb harder.
Oh God! thought Lily. This ain't be happening! This is some nightmare from which lean awake!
"Now the skirt," he said, his voice so thick it sounded almost inhuman. He held the knife at his side now to give her room to stand.
This time she did not protest. She opened the zipper to her skirt and let it slide to the floor. Trembling, goose bumps on her flesh, she stood naked before him now, naked except for the white cotton garter belt and stockings she wore and a pair of clean white panties.
"Okay, baby. Do I gotta tell you everything. Take off those panties now."
She obeyed out of fear.
The knife dropped to the floor as he pulled her towards him and forced his mouth against hers, crushing her lips painfully as he forced his tongue between her lips. She struggled to free herself, but he was far too strong for her.
His teeth scraped her lips as he forced his tongue into her mouth, while at the same time his large rough hands moved brutally over her tremblingly naked body. At first they rubbed and squeezed everywhere-her buttocks, her thighs, her back, and then they found her breasts.
Oh God! he thought as he squeezed the full firm fleshy mounds in his hands. Oh God! These tits are fucking unbelievable. Her nipples were large and hard in his hands and he tweaked them painfully, so that she began to sweat from the pain. And all the while, she could feel the huge throbbing monster of a cock through the material of his pants.
Lily felt ill. She thought she might faint. She wanted to die.
Lily had never before been kissed by a man. She was so much a loner at school that she never had had a date. But it had not stopped her from dreaming. At night, she would lie awake and think about falling in love, think about her first kiss.
Oh God! Why did it have to be like this?
Then, while one of his hands continued to play with her huge breasts, the other hand slid down the flat surface of her fear-quivering belly, past the line of her garter belt, to the sparsely curling light brown hair of her fear-cringing pussy.
Then, sadistically, he forced his hand in between her trembling thighs and his thick, extended middle finger played with the delicate pink lips of her defenseless young pussy. Suddenly, he pressed his finger into the entrance of her virginal cunt.
She wrenched her head back reflexively.
"Owwwwwww!" she cried out. "Please don't hurt me!" ' V But he paid no attention to her plea as his probing finger pressed relentlessly into her tightly clenched cuntal opening.
His lust raged now beyond control and he shoved her back onto the bed. She looked up at him with stark terror in her yes. But he did not even notice. His own eyes were fixed on the pink circles of her nipples, and he bent over and began to suck one distended pink nipple, pulling it hard into his mouth. nipping at it viciously with his teeth.
"Aiiiieieeeeee!" she cried in pain. Tears began to stream down her face. "Please... stop! Oh God... stop!"
She lay helpless on the bed, naked except for her garter belt and stockings. His rough hands caressed her body harshly and she could feel, through the fabric of his pants, his throbbing cock pressing hotly against her pubic mound. The feel of it terrified her, for never in her life had she seen a man's naked body and she was afraid of the big hard cock pressing against her.
She closed her eyes to the terrifying reality of this rape, and she lay still and helpless, resigned to the horror that awaited her.
Then she felt his thumb scrape the delicate bud of her clitoris, while at the same time he sucked still harder on the hard pink flesh of her nipples. She felt as if she were being ravaged, eaten alive. Oh God! Why had she been so trusting, so naive?
Then, gradually, Lily became aware of something far worse happening. His rough massaging of her clitoris was sending strange sensations through her body. These feelings were so compelling, yet they horrified her. The confusion made her feel almost hysterical, and suddenly, without thinking, she began to push violently at his chest, trying desperately to writhe her way out from under him.
But like a mouse with a cat, she didn't stand a chance. The movement only served to excite him more, and he was much too powerful for her efforts to affect him.
Without thinking, she let out a cry for help. But he only laughed. "Desk clerk ain't gonna help you ..." he grunted. "Nobody gives a shit here. But scream again-it excites me!"
"Oh God," she was crying violently now, her stomach heaving from the power of her confused and tormented feelings. "Don't do this to me. Pleeease!"
But his finger only fucked still harder up into the opening of her moistly heated, virginal cunt.
Strange flames were licking through her belly, and she felt as if she were gong crazy, while at the same time the pain of his finger in her never-before-penetrated cunt hurt something awful.
"Please... you're hurting me... Oh please...."
"Oooohhh, baby," he said, feeling the hot, pounding blood in his cock, "Oooooh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby, gonna fuck you real good!"
He'd been without a woman since that other little runaway they found finally took up and left with one of the marks right in the middle of the day. So he'd been aching for it for a long time. And this new chick was prettier than that other one. This time though, they wouldn't let her out to work the carnival. They'd keep her here, tied up real good so she'd never get away. And he was glad he was going to have her first. Charlene and Fat Freddie would get the sloppy seconds this time.
"Gonna fuck ya real good, but first," he grinned salaciously, "first I'm gonna eat your pussy ... Mmmm... I love to eat pussy." He felt his cock jerk in his pants just at the thought of it. "Gonna make you beg for it... I dig seeing a woman beg me for good hard cock."
Lily felt her face flush a deep red with embarrassment at the awful things he was saying and she shut her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at his face. It seemed so strange now, so hungrily evil, looking down at her like that.
She clenched her teeth together and tensed her muscles, against him, against her own feelings, as he sucked and bit a trail down her body, past the flat plane of her belly, past the stretched white cotton of her garter belt, stopping at the edge of her dark pubic mound. Then he forced her legs apart and stared lewdly at the incredible sight of her luscious-looking pink cunt with his outstretched middle finger fucking in and out of it. His eyes almost bulged out of his head at the sight of his gouging finger in that defenseless little cunt. But he was going to do something even better with it. Removing the finger, he bent his head closer and kissed the silky smooth flesh of her belly-then bit her in a reflex of passion. Then, moving downward, he ran his tongue around and around in the dark triangle of her pussy hair.
Lily wished he had just raped her, hurt her, and had it done with. For what was happening now was far worse than a simple rape would have been. Because the feel of his tongue in her most secret parts caused her to feel the most powerful, but unwanted, erotic sensations. Her body was pulled two ways, as her mind scremed a mute protest. Her pelvis wanted to move, to buck upwards and meet his tongue, to move wildly with the incredible feelings that were coursing through her. But she was horrified by the whole experience, and she just lay there, unmoving, tormented.
"Please ... please stop!" she begged through clenched teeth. Then, once again, she fought to push his head away from her virginal cunt, but her thin arms were too weak. She tried to sit up and slide her body away, but he got angry and shoved her roughly back down again.
Billy Slade was intent on his task. There was nothing in the world Billy liked better than eating pussy-except fucking pussy.
Lily could feel the rough stubble of his beard scraping against the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he licked his tongue wetly across her succulent cun-tal flesh, spreading her fear-quivering pussy lips. Then he flicked his tongue upward to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris. Now, his lust was growing still more intense, and he pressed his lips hard against her hotly throbbing cunt, sucking the sweet virginal flesh, drawing it up into his mouth. He felt his victim's little clitoris hardening, and he nipped at it with his teeth, rolled it around in his mouth at the same time that his tongue swirled crazily around it.
Despite herself, Lily began to moan.
"Oooohhhhh ..." she groaned, and then hearing herself began to cry. "Stop ... dear God," she prayed now, "Oh dear Lord, please make him stop torturing me!"
But the wild sensations of pleasure mixed with the pain of humiliation rippled through her entire body. Never in her quiet, sheltered life had she ever felt anything like this before. Never had she even imagined her body to be capable of such feelings. She was desperately trying now to cling to the last shreds of her control, of her self-respect, but the thrills that coursed upward from her pussy were growing to overpowering strength.
Faster and faster he tongued her hotly seeping pussy, and Lily became aware of the sensual moisture seeping down the crevice between her firmly rounded buttocks. She felt deeply shamed and began to wish she was dead.
"Stop!" she whispered hoarsely, knowing that the crack in her voice was because of these awful hot feelings churning in her belly. "Stop." But her plea now was weak, unconvincing even to her own ears, and this new fact only tormented her more.
Billy Slade's awareness now centered almost totally in his cock. He could feel the pressure building, building in his rock-hard erection, as he continued to fuck his tongue into the wetly clasping folds of the girl's tight little cunt. He knew he was gonna have to fuck her soon ... he didn't want to waste all that good cum by shooting off in his pants. But, ooooh, her pussy tasted so gooooood, he never wanted to stop.
He rammed his tongue still deeper up into her hotly seeping cunt, screwing it far up into the virginal passage, feeling the incredibly smooth tight walls clinging around his tongue. He licked like an animal gone mad now, thrusting his tongue in and out of her unbelievably tight pussy.
Lily's fists were clenched now around the rough wool of the bed's blanket as Billy Slade licked furiously up into her pussy. Her mind still fought a bitter battle with her body, but she was quickly losing control. The voice of her conscience grew dimmer and dimmer as the obscene sensations swirled through her lewdly spread pussy. She felt as if she were losing her own existence, as if the only thing that was real now was her hotly writhing pussy and the tongue of this brutal and strange man licking her into an abandoned frenzy. Suddenly she was aware that she had lifted her ass cheeks up off the bed in order to allow him greater access to her vaginal passage, and as soon as she became aware of this, she tried again to freeze her body rigidly. But it was agony either way ... agony to realize she was submitting to this horrible man, and agony to deny the feelings coursing through her body.
The only way she could release her pain was to scream out again.
"Oh Goooooodddddddddd! Leave me alone ... leave me alone," she cried out, her head whipping from side to side hysterically. "Stop ... stop ... stop...."
And then, to Lily's utter astonishment, he did stop. Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue from her pussy opening, and she felt now even worse than before. Oh God, she was burning up, burning in these sinful fires... she needed more ... more ...
He stood up from the bed and in an instant had stripped himself of his clothes. Lily gaped in fear as she saw his hugely throbbing cock standing straight out before him. Never before in her life had she seen a naked man, and the sight of that huge hard pole of lusting flesh made her cringe with fear. And, oh God, he was moving closer to her. He was going to put that monstrous thing inside of her. Oh God! It would kill her!
"Noooooo!" she screamed as he moved relentlessly toward her. She crawled back against the headboard and cowered there fearfully, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her roughly back. Her eyes were wide with fear, but he didn't care. He wanted to fuck her, and that was all he knew.
"Please . . . please, don't . . . don't..." she whispered in a panic. But his hands now gripped both her nakedly splayed thighs just above the rim of her stockings and she was pinned there, helpless.
Billy Slade could feel his balls, big and swollen and filled with hotly churning sperm just begging to be released. He pressed forward with his hips and pressed the purple swollen head of his cock against her wetly heated cuntal opening. Her pussy was clenched now against his fearful assault but he pressed hard and in a moment the opening gave way and the hot spongy tip of his cock popped inside her wide-stretched pussy lips and he could feel her resistant maidenhead pressing against him. Well, he knew how to take care of a virgin ... swift and neat.
Keeping his hands pressing down on her soft inner thighs, he rammed forward with all his strength, breaking the seal of her virginity; sinking his hotly throbbing cock all the way to the hilt in her never-before-penetrated cunt.
"Aiiiiiieeeeee eeeee!" she screamed, for the pain was excruciating. "Owwwwwwww wwwwww!" She felt not only the piercing pain of her ravaged virginity, but the unwanted, awful pressure of his enormous cock invading the tight private space of her vagina. It was awful, the worst feeling she had ever experienced.
But Billy Slade was entirely unaware of the young girl's pain. He knew only his own lustful desire and he began at once to fuck his enormous cudgel of male flesh in and out of her deflowered pussy. He rammed viciously in and out of her and Lily thought she would faint from the pain.
"Arrrghhh! Owwww! Oh God, you're hurting meeeeee!" she wailed. But he was oblivious to her pleasure and he fucked his rampaging cock mercilessly in and out of her ravaged young cunt.
The pain and pressure were awful, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She would just have to lie there and take it until it was over. Then, she prayed he would release her and it would eventually fade into a bad memory. She tried to detach herself from her pain, tried to watch from a distance as if it were all happening to someone else.
Billy Slade fucked her with unbridled force now, his enormously lust-throbbing cock relentlessly battering her helpless pink cunt with a force that was savage. His hairy balls were slapping hard against her soft white ass cheeks as she lay there praying it would soon be over. And Billy was aware only of his relentlessly pulsating cock surrounded by the tightest, smoothest pussy he'd ever fucked. The hot purple cockhead was sending thrilling sensations to his groin and to every part of his lust-crazed body. Her cunt felt incredibly good, wrapped around his rampaging cock. He was very close to dimming.
He fucked her like a madman as he felt the buildup of seething cum in his balls, and he fucked up into her as deep as he could.
Lily shut her eyes tight in a desperate effort to cut herself off from the burning sensation which was once again burgeoning in her womb. It was wicked and filthy, and she wished she could die rather than have this man's huge lust-bloated penis fucking in and out of her poor hurting pussy.
This man, Billy Slade, was fucking in and out of her like a crazed animal. The feel of her hotly clinging cuntal walls slipping over the entire sensitive length of his cock as he fucked with an obscene depravity was driving him mad. He had to cum!
And then, suddenly, without warning, he was there. He was filling the young virgin's cunt with hot viscous semen that spewed unceasingly from his cockhead as he groaned out his pleasure.
"Ooooohhhh, I'm cumming... I'm cumming... Ahhhhhh hhhhhhh!"
And then he collapsed over her body as the last of his hot thick cum shot obscenely out against her battered cervix. And she lay there, shamed and degraded, full of hatred for this horrible man who had raped her and taken her virginity.
She wept quietly beneath the dead weight of his body, wept herself softly into sleep.