Chapter 2
From outward appearances, the stucco walled apartment building Carrie was to call home, resembled suspiciously the low-income projects where the disgusting street scene had occurred. Feeling guilty, dirty and shamed, she blew her nose and waited for Phil to remove the luggage from the trunk. As she buttoned up her dress to the neck, she heard him grumble as he inspected the damage to his new car.
Damage to his car... how meager in comparison to her womanly pride! His priorities, it seemed, were grossly unbalanced. As these thoughts tumbled through her brain, she surveyed her new neighborhood. A sandbox under a small tree was filled with two children ƒ_" both white, she thought with guilt and relief. Tricycles were scattered, turned over; Volkswagens and compact cars lined the streets.
The inside of the apartment compensated for any misgivings she might have harbored.
Modern kitchen, fan and hood, built-in oven, garbage disposal. Off the living room was a small balcony for sunning, catching the westerly setting sun. Drawing open the glass doors, she heard Phil's warning.
"Make sure you keep them locked. Most robbers get in through balconies."
"Just what I wanted to hear!" she sniped bitterly, spinning around on her heel and clamping her arms over her chest as if the young black boys' eyes were still peeled on her naked breasts. A shiver quivered up her spine and she felt her cheeks flush.
He cupped her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm going to get some champagne and a couple of steaks and salad. Sound good? Make yourself at home. Be back in a minute!"
Throwing open a suitcase, she probed for toiletries and a towel. Thank God the apartment had come well cleaned! Home, she thought, peeling out of her dress, her eyes scanning the semi-furnished apartment with its well-used semi-modern, style-less furnishings.
Sterile and impersonable...
In the shower, she soaped her creamy skin with soapy lather and ran the palms of her hands over her slick body. Carefully, as if the boys' eyes were still upon her, eating up her flesh with lusty stares, she massaged the soap bar between her slender thighs, running her fingers into the cleft of her buttocks and polishing the virginal area of her vagina. Up over the soap slickened mounds of her firm breasts she rubbed, weighing them, massaging them in the palms of her hands. Heavy and firm they were. A pain of humiliation stabbed through her then, recalling the young vigilantes' gawking black eyes fixed on her naked breasts, swelling before him nipples hardening.
The boy's hard muscled, black body, shimmering like a race horse... She sucked in her breath to quell the pain. His black cock... hard and virile jutting out from his masculine loins, black fist pumping its veiny girth. Visions of the open slit dripping with pre-cum fled to mind. All because of her breasts!
Why her breasts? Experimentally, she ran a fingertip around the puffy nipple and watched, awed, as it changed from pink to puckering red. The titillation of her touch made the other nipple harden into a bud. Carrie scrubbed faster now, clenching shut her eyes, thrusting out her throat to feel the punishing pinpricks of shower spray.
She fought the urge, but the urge was boiling within her. She slipped one creamy-soaped hand down between her slender thighs, down to the soft fleece of her pubic curls and massaged the swollen mound while behind her flickering eyelids that young black boy's cock squirt its creamy load a lick away on the windshield. Her eyelashes fluttered, her hand loitering between her thighs, fingers pressing down on the swollen, ragged lips of her pussy.
Ahhhhh! Her eyelids flew open as if on springs. Pleasure succumbed to guilt. As her hand lingered massagingly between her thighs, sparks of hot desire shot though her. God help her, but she had experienced that same pleasure when the black boy demanded to see her breasts. Hadn't she secretly delighted in showing off her body?
Her middle finger refused to move, stubborn as the vision rolling in three dimensional color behind her fluttering eyelids. Leaning against the ceramic shower wall, feet apart, knees bent compliantly, her middle finger drubbed at the swollen bud of her clitoris, sending sparks of lightning lust to ripple up through her belly to the hardened nubs of her milky breasts. Carrie sucked in her breath as shower spray matted her blonde hair to shoulders and head. Private moments like this, in the shower, the dams of desire could let loose and flood to satiation. Her only means of release, she savoured it for precious moments such as now. Mmmmmmm...
Then her eyes flew open as if on springs. The slam of the front door, the crinkle of grocery bags. A quick squirt of shampoo into her shaking palm and Carrie finished her shower.
Guilt-ridden and frustrated, she wrapped the giant jacquard towel around her naked, dripping body and stepped into the air-conditioned coolness of her bedroom. Through the window the afternoon sun splashed fiery orange; mothers were calling their children in from play, weary husbands parking their cars, slamming doors. She stood rummaging through her open suitcase when Phil came through the door with a glass of wine in each hand.
"You look great wet!" he smirked, handing her a plastic wine glass sloshed with wine.
Obviously he had indecent plans. His hungry eyes streaked up and down the sixty-five inches of lusciously dripping flesh, scantily covered with a towel.
With downcast eyes, terrified he knew of her masturbatory romp in the shower... after refusing to let him touch her, she blushed. Her last defense was anger.
"I'll be dressed in a second," she retorted sheepishly.
"Why get dressed?"
The clink of plastic on the dresser caught her attention. He grabbed her elbow and lifted the wine glass in her hand. He nibbled at her ear and rasped hotly: "Let's get that suitcase off the bed." Pressing his body tight to hers, he nudged her backwards until the backs of her knees touched the mattress and he plunked her down on it. They fell in a fleshy heap, his nose pressed into her creamy cleavage. His tongue snaked over the luscious, shower-cooled mounds, down to the hardened nubs of her nipples.
"Please, Phil... don't be such an animal!" she whined, levering her hands against his chest to push his weight free of her. She sucked in her breath. Her nipple were hard and he could read her excitement. Snarling, she fought him off, rolling from under him. Wet blonde hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. Her dimples deepened as she ranted, screaming more at her traitorous body than the man who commanded it.
Through clenched pearly teeth she screamed at him, cheeks flushed. "How can you act like this after what happened an hour ago?"
Ego pricked, he snickered up at her. "You mean your cute little strip tease for the local black boys?" He sat up on the bed, anger building, sparking in his dark eyes. "You loved it... you loved showing off your tits... don't you deny it!"
Horrified at his accusation, she spat down at the man she was to marry. "How can you say such a ƒ_" horrible thing? They had baseball bats, they would have killed us!"
"Happens every day in Atlanta, honey... better toughen up," he said with a bored groan that infuriated her.
"Liar! You were as scared as I was! You told me to let them see my breasts!"
"You didn't have to enjoy it!" he snarled back, upper lip curling in hot male jealousy.
Eyes blazing, she squinted down at him. "Get out... get out before I call the police." Her voice was barely a whisper.
In a rage, she swung around, clinging to the dresser for support, her weakened body deserting her. The movement unloosened the towel shrouding her wet, naked body.
Grunting with dismay and anger, she grabbed for it, but Phil was quicker.
Staring at her naked buttocks, he snickered lewdly. "You got a nice ass, hon." One hungry paw clamped over her ass cheek, the free arm slipping around her waist. Laughing in victory, he pulled her down on the bed and with his foot, gave the suitcase a shove; it landed upside down on the carpet, contents recklessly strewn over the floor.
"Oh----" she groaned. "How dare you____" She writhed under his grip, but his superior masculine strength overwhelmed her. Now she lay on her back, naked and trembling.
Quickly he scrambled on top of her squirming body, pinning her to the mattress.
"I've been wanting you a long time... you're not going to tell me to get out!" he snarled, his eyes bloodshot with rage. With a grunt, he dipped his head and ground his lips cruelly against her rosebud lips, his snaking tongue sneaking through her pearly teeth to slip into the moist cavern of her mouth. He delighted in the fresh toothpaste taste of her mouth, compared to the alcohol-soured warmth of his own. Carrie moaned from deep in her throat, as he sucked at her tongue, vacuuming it back into his mouth.
Pinning her lithe arms above her head with the force of one fist, he used his free hand to grasp her left breast, first titillating the milky flesh with gentle strokings, then, as lust raged in his groin, he clawed at it cruelly, mauling the tender flesh. Beneath his one hundred and ninety pounds, she thrashed feebly, ineffective against his fingertips that were slowly tightening her nipples into diamond chips.
With a deep groan, he pulled his mouth free of her and mashed his lips down upon one trapped breast, while the free hand mauled at its twin.
"No, Phil... you're hurting me... please stop this and ƒ_" and be friends!" she pleaded, chewing on her quivering bottom lip.
Reveling in her cries, he bit harder on the nipple and licked it to a throbbing erection.
Memories of her drunken father peeling off her covers and pressing his body close to her sleeping one sparked a fear of his strength. Another fear sidled it... the fear of her galloping desire, once thwarted today. His pinching fingers mauled her breast and then roamed to the flat bowl of her belly.
Like a stuck worm, she wiggled against his meaty hands. Now his knees pinned her shoulders and arms tight to the mattress. A sadistic smirk creased his mouth as he teased at the blonde fleece of her pubic curls, still damp from the shower.
Carrie's blue eyes slitted, her eyelashes fluttering over ruby cheeks. Six inches away, Phil's loins throbbed above her face. The outline of his throbbing cock strained against his pants, tenting them, wetting them with a dime-sized pearl of pre-cum. His hungry hand grabbed one slender thigh and yanked it aside, giving his fingers free reign in the forest of her sex. Over the sensitive, pouting lips of her cunt he stroked.
Carrie stiffened. Fear was melding into desire. She clenched her teeth, hissing up at him.
If she didn't get free of him, he would have his way with her ƒ_" and his way was the cruel way. Lust, not love. Like Mother and Father, she thought glumly.
"Please, Phil... let's stop this!" Her voice was thick with lust, raspy, hissing from her lungs.
"Anything but this... you're trying to rape me... you're supposed to be in love with me!"
she wailed. She stiffened board-like then as he slipped his cold middle finger into the hot depths of her virginal cunt. Revolted by the attack, she squirmed, trying to extricate herself; yet her body refused to deny a shiver of pleasure. To let him finger-fuck her to orgasm was a tough temptation to fight... but Carrie fought... and won for the moment.
"This is no way to make love," she pleaded coyly. "Take off your clothes," she cajoled.
"Hmmmmm?" Phil stared down at her naked body, no longer fighting. Slowly, he released his grip on her reddened wrist.
"Let's make love the right way," she breathed huskily, smiling beguiling up into his passion taut face. To prove sincerity, she ground her belly up against his pawing palm, arching her back to urge him to massage the swollen lips of her pussy.
Squinting suspiciously down at her, trying to decipher the sudden tight smile, he rose up on his knees and worked at his belt. He yanked down his jockey shorts and the blood fed head of his cock bobbed free, slapping viriley against his belly.
Now was her chance! Flying off the mattress, she pushed him backwards. Phil tumbled off the edge of the bed onto his stomach. She shot off the bed and darted for the bathroom.
But Phil's hand flew out and grabbed one slender ankle, just as Carrie screamed for him to get out. She shrieked, kicking at his face and clawing at the carpet for a handhold.
Like a stuffed doll he easily dragged her over the carpet and, up on his knees, he grabbed her by the hair and wrapped his knuckles in her wet tresses.
"You bitch!" he groaned. Yanking her head back, he mashed his lips against hers in a choking French kiss. Pulling her head back, he pinned her to the bedroom floor and ground his hairy groin against her quivering thighs.
Carried stiffened in rage and fear, twisting in , his arms, but his bruising strength overwhelmed her. This is it... a voice within her said. That precious thing you've treasured will soon be a cheap nothing! Her mind flashed to the young vigilante and his strong, wiry body, panther-like, predatory. Her naked flesh quivered and goosebumped in combat with itself.
"Phil... please... no____" she hissed, twisting her head free of his bruising kiss. She gasped for breath while he sucked in his, his hands pinching and mauling-her tender flesh.
"You bitch! You want to get fucked so bad you can taste it! That black cock got you horny, didn't it, honey?" sneered Phil accusingly. "That black boy's cum dribbling down the windshield... Christ, you almost came in your pants! I watched the expression on your face!" His hand dug into her hip. Incensed by his words, Carrie watched in horror as his fingers slowly moved down her smoothly curving thigh. Her naked body bolted and a sob died in her throat as she squirmed backwards on her elbows. But Carrie's fragile femininity was no test for Phil's brutal strength. Against her naked belly, his cock throbbed as his hands mauled her buttocks painfully. His passion taut face was inches from her own, his foul alcohol breath bathing her cheek in hot blasts. Locked together in hate and love, they glared into each other's eyes. A perverse fascination, almost mesmeric, passed between them. The thrill of feeling his cock pressed against her belly, feeling the wet, sticky drop of pre-cum dribble into her navel, was lewd and wicked. Yet she had made a commitment to herself; No sex until marriage.
Through slitted, glassy eyes, he glared at her. "You're a fucking gorgeous woman!" He stroked the wet hair from her forehead. "I'd love to see you fuck another man... Christ, I'd cum in my pants!"
His hand pressed against her throbbing breasts, streaked with red trails from mauling fingertips. Carrie's pale blue eyes lowered to the strong male hands dominating her breasts. Deep within her female psyche, she had to admit the idea was tempting.
His lips bruised against her soft ones as his hand gouged between their nakedly pressed bodies to dive into the silky tendrils of her pussy hair. Like elevator doors, her thighs slid open, a hiss tearing from her chest. Cool air bathed her hot cunt, sending a shiver of terrifying anticipation to snake up her spine. With a first show of tenderness, he parted the lips of her vagina, slipping his extended middle finger into its warm wetness.
Cringing into the carpet, moaning from desire so hot she could taste it, Carrie shuddered, wiggling beneath him, trying to free herself. "No, Phil... this isn't at all right____"
"You love it... all cunts love it!" he sneered, his head dropping, he clamped one rosebud nipple between his front teeth. Carrie flexed her hips against the bittersweet pain. The movement forced his middle finger an inch deeper within the warm, wet confines of her virgin cunt. Eyes clenched shut, Carrie had given herself up to him, prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice. Sudden the finger pulled free.
"What... are you...?" She knew his intent then, as he slunk one arm around her waist and struggling to his feet, picked her up and dumped her on the bed.
"Say goodbye to innocence, sweetheart, cause you and I are going to fuck!"
Carrie lay on her back, legs spread wide, the air conditioning blowing cool blasts over the steaming morass of her pussy. He slid between her -slender ankles and stared at the blonde fleece nesting her legs; her cuntal lips were kissed with juice, her lips ragged and ready. They throbbed, inches from his mouth. Phil's back arched, his testicles rubbing against the bedspread, their sacs filling with hot seed while his hands dug at her tender thighs, bruising them. She winced as he slithered forward, dragging his tongue down over .her belly until it stopped at the blonde hairs tickling his nose. Carrie's head shot up off the bed.
"No... not that! That's horrible... that's disgusting!" she wailed.
Mouth watering from the fleshy feast a tongue-lick away, he stared at the dewed, petal-like lips and the throbbing button of her clitoris.
Pie-eyed, she watched him place his thumbs on her cuntal mound and gently pull the fleshy lips apart.
Her eyelids fluttered from the feel of hot breath snorting from his flaring nostrils, making her clitoris pound painfully, electrically. She sucked in her breath, her head falling limply to the bed with the first slithering lick of his hot tongue against her flaming pussy flesh!
Her body jolted, jerked, as if a hot wire were touching her clitoris. Automatically, her body ground into the bed, trying to slither away from the damningly maddening feel of his hot tongue worming into her sex. "Gawd... oh, Gawd!" she rasped, flailing her wet tresses on the bed. Up and down the sleekness of her goosebumped inner thighs, stroked his hot tongue, stopping at the throbbing oily nub of her clitoris. She stiffened, corpse-like as resistance died! faster and faster, he plunged his tongue up into the wet hole between her thighs, while she raised her head to watch the salacious assault on her virgin flesh. Sinful pleasure shot through her being, sizzling to the bone as she watched her treasured vagina being sucked, her juices swallowed. Perverted, disgusting, animal-like... and God help her, terrifyingly pleasurable!
Expertly his hands slipped tenderly under her firm buttocks, cupping the flesh in the hot palms of his hands, pressing her mound to his licking mouth and lapping tongue, lewd sucking sounds echoing in the silent room. Carrie's eyelids fluttered and uncontrollable groans tore from her throat. Her body spasmed, pelvis grinding against his face while he slithered his tongue deeper into the crying hole of her cunt. A finger probed at the cringing hole of her anus then, pressuring against the sensitive flesh. Clenching her hands into fists, she dug her polished fingertips in-' to the palm of her hand, creating her own hell.
Moaning deep within his throat, he drew her legs up around his neck, lifting her buttocks off the mattress and locked her ankles behind him, opening the plane of her fleecy cunt.
Faster, deeper, he rammed his tongue into her cunt, pulling it free then to swirl his tongue around the swollen bud of her clitoris. Her ragged cuntal lips parted easily and her buttocks spasmed from the pad of his finger dipping into the private nether region.
Snickering to himself, knowing he'd conquered her soul, he lifted her buttocks higher and plastering his lips to the button of her anus, sucked on the cringing brown hole.
"Ahhhh!" Carrie sobbed in humiliation and defeat. Her mind screamed one demand and her body another as she ground her trembling loins against his sucking mouth. She froze, pulling back, feeling her breasts and stomach throb in thrills of pleasure. Phil lapped his tongue from the hole of her cringing anus to the open lips of her cunt... back and forth, up and down... as Carrie's body burned with the need to cum.
Fiery with lust, the virginal school teacher thrust her pelvis up to him, offering herself to his raping tongue. At least she had her precious treasure... this only his tongue, thank God!
She ground her cunt against his cum-smeared face, mashing his nose tight her throbbing clitoris. Between her shivering legs she felt his hot rubbery tube pound with lust.
Phil reveled in victory! He ground his aching cock into the rough fabric of the bedspread as his mouth watered and feasted on her quivering cunt. Her silken pubic curls tickled his cheeks, filling him with a sense of power that only a man can feel. If the stubborn German would give up her high and mighty ideals about saving black children and cook him three square meals a day, he would eat her like this every day! The world was full of frustrated women and this one didn't know what a prize she had! Deep inside, he had to admit her response was unexpected. Now he let her legs drop, reveling in her moans as he lapped his slithering tongue into the cum wetted walls of her vagina. His tongue seemed to hit bottom and with a thrill, he realized he was licking her cherry!
He suckled her vagina as if he were a baby sucking on his mother's breast ƒ_" only the breast was his fiancee's clitoris! He wondered if deep within that virginal soul a dark corner harbored lust for sadomasochism. Her small hands pulled at his hair, yanking his face tighter to her cunt until he feared he might suffocate! Ovaling his lips, he sucked babyishly, alternating the suckings with a deep tongue fuck that brought a low groan from Carrie's throat ƒ_" the death rattle of virginity! Her wetly clasping flesh slipped around his tongue and the walls of her pussy contracted in a vacuuming rhythm until he feared she might pull his tongue out by the roots! Her pussy lips were tight and virginal, her taste piquantly sweet, mouthwatering!
Carrie's body jerked convulsively as every nerve ending in her naked flesh sizzled with the need to cum. She writhed and grunted and twisted, pushing away from him and yanking him to her in lusty movements reserved for the possessed!
It was cumming... the cum waters ready to flood the dam, "Ohhhhh... uuuuugggghhh.
... " she chanted as he screwed her cunt with his spearing tongue. His hands roamed over her body, teasing her breasts, her anus, her clitoris... while his tongue dipped deeper, making her tingle from the tips of her diamond chip nipples to her curled under toes.
Delicious pain ricocheted through her body. A dream? A nightmare? What were these hellish sensations, these devils with pitchforks, stabbing at her naked flesh?
"Oh... oh... I'm going to cum!" she grunted, jerking and heaving up against him, pumping against him. She gasped, moaned, twitched while his tongue flicked over the bud of her clitoris. Now he sucked with vacuuming pressure, drawing the ragged lips deep into his warm, wet mouth, while his tongue licked at the pleasure button between her goosebumped, quivering thighs.
His hands dipped under her knees and with a lusty grunt, he shoved her knees back until her knee caps mashed against the nubs of her breasts. The hairy plain of her cunt was his now, from the oily nub of her clitoris to the puckered hole of her anus. His slobbering mouth slaved over it.
"Ohhhhh----" she was one fire! If he stopped, she would die. DIE! It shuddered through her with lightning force until at last she settled back on the bed, heart pounding, body shivering in the aftermath of orgasm. Laughing to himself, he kissed her pussy good-bye and licking his lips, pulled his cum smeared mouth free of her cunt.
"Christ, you've got a beautiful ass!" he hissed.
Through lust-glassy eyes she squinted up at him, tortured by red-faced shame. Her eyes lowered to his hairy chest down to his stomach to his throbbing penis jutting out from his loins. It throbbed before her eyes. Carrie swallowed dryly, gawking as mesmerically she watched him- pump at it, pulling back the thick foreskin. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip. His nostrils flared with lust.
"Phil... please... let's save it... we agreed to, remember?" she choked.
"Shuddup! You had your fun, now let me have mine!"
Oh, God, he wouldn't do it to her ƒ_" against her will? Like father used to do to mother on the nights when he beat her into submission?
All one hundred and ninety pounds of Phil Carmichael's muscular flesh descended upon Carrie's frail one hundred and ten pounds of womanly flesh. Pinned to the bed with his hard, throbbing cock snaking slimily against her belly, she wiggled like a stuck worm.
Salty tears pearled from her eyes as she felt his fist guide the mushroom tipped head toward the drenched, satiated opening of her virginal womb. He prodded at the swollen lips, wiggling it inside the slippery walls. The electrifyingly hot contact bolted through her.
To say it was a disgusting feeling would be a lie. Slowly, stretching pressure opened the lips, and then he thrust.
"Nooooo...!" Her cries vibrated off the walls, mingling with the more impatient calls of mothers summoning their children in for dinner.
Her pressured harder, his veiny penis squirming inch by inch into her cringing vagina, making his victim aware of every veiny inch of his blood fed hardness drilling relentlessly into her virginal womb. Phil lay panting on top of her, nearly spent from the effort of wedging his meat into her tight hole.
"Nnnnggghhh... " Sweat beaded her satiny forehead, cheeks flushed and washed in salty tears. The pain was excruciating, like being stabbed slowly.
He ground against her hymen with drilling force. The pressure was unbearable.
Carrie's fists wadded with the bedspread. Then the pressure gave and a warm flood of blood gushed from her hymen. Grunting with the effort, he rocked above her, stroking in long, smooth strokes while she flailed her head in pain and humiliation, hating herself for believing he would give her pleasure and demand none for himself. What a fool! A stupid, naive fool she'd been! She felt dizzy with pain. Her body responded in horror as she ground her buttocks into the mattress, trying to escape this horrid impalement! She squeezed her vaginal muscles, trying to force him out like toothpaste from a tube.
But this hot, rubbery tube was not to be eliminated from the pulsing hole of her womb.
Now the pain abated, dulling to an open, vulnerable sensation. Phil levered up on his palms and bent his head to watch his blood smeared penis drill into his fiancee's violated cunt. His cock was blue with pounding blood beneath the shreds of her hymen. The pink inner lips of her pussy clung possessively to his cock. To make it complete, he slipped his hand under her buttocks and poked the pad of his middle finger into the spongy hole of her anus.
"Ohhhh... no... no!" she spat up at his taut features, tight with lust. Her anus popped open and in slipped his finger to the first knuckle.
Pain and humiliation were partners in guilt now, as the once virgin was fucked in the cunt and fucked in the anus, with a grunting animal riding her body. After a few moments of agonizing, the blonde haired school teacher, fresh from the countryside of Minnesota, began to experience a strange percolation of joy. Never one to do things half way, she ground against his pelvis, drilling his penis deeper into her belly.
His probing middle finger raped her anus deep enough to feel his own cock on the vaginal side of the thin membrane. Victory was his! He roared into her until Carrie thought for sure he'd pulverized her intestines! Every sinew of Phil's body stretched like a bowstring when he pounded into her frail body, banging into her cervix with hammering force... right up to the slashing sperm filled balls drubbed at her anus.
The bitch loves it! I knew those black cocksuckers got her horny! Jesus, look at her ride my prick!
"Ohhh... gawd... you're killing me!" she groaned, coughing for breath. If he kept this up, he'd tear her womb in half!
His sperm heavy testicles slapped against her violated,, tiny pink anus, its hairless lips puckering from the warm, cum seeping from well sucked pussy. Between his hairy thighs, his testicles felt like two loads of cement ƒ_" waiting to be dumped! His lusty brain swam with the need to shoot his sperm into her belly. Maybe knock her up ƒ_" that would keep her home! He rammed into her, drilled, gored and fucked like a maddened bull into a young heffer.
Carrie's naked breasts, sheened with perspiration, bounced and her legs jerked out convulsively on the bed. Blonde hair streaked across her face in wet strands as she moaned out her litany of fulfillment. Arching her back, she thrust her pelvis against his groin, struggling to get every hotly throbbing inch.
"Oh... oh, Phill... I'm, I'm cummmmming!" she groaned.
Cum, she did... in torrents!
Carrie's cuntal walls sucked at the spewing tube shooting waves of boiling sperm into her wildly gyrating cunt. She chewed at her swollen lower lip feeling the walls of her pussy milk him down to the last drop. Even her tiny puckered anus squeezed in joy, pulling his finger deeper into the spongy depths of her bowels.
With a sigh of satiated fatigue, Carrie fell weakly to the bed. Her fluttering eyelids closed over glassy eyes. Shimmers of damp blonde hair clung recklessly to her forehead and cheeks, dampened by the sweat of her labors. She cooed contentedly.
The air conditioner's chill evaporated the sweat of her swollen breasts and forehead, rousing her to consciousness. Immediately her blue yes flew open to glare hatefully at the man lying on top of her, squeezing the breath out of her as he had squeezed the blood from her hymen. His thick, deflated cock felt sticky and wormlike in her vagina. Pleasure fled. A pain deep within her soul jabbed and stabbed.
"Get off of me, you brute!" she spat, shoving against his chest. Her eyes were reddened slits, hatefully directed at the man she had intended to marry ƒ_" once.
"Don't be that way, Carrie," He pleaded. That was fantastic... "
"I said GET OUT!"
Too exhausted to put up a mental fight, Phil snatched at his clothes and muttering under his breath about uptight virgins, left his bride-to-be sobbing hysterically on the blood stained bed. At the door, he paused, reconsidering. Maybe force wasn't the way to handle a woman like Carrie. Then how the hell, he cogitated, raking strong fingers through his hair, did most men cope with women?