Chapter 7
"EEK! HELP! GET AWAY FROM ME!" All . thought of maintaining some sort of propriety was gone, and Mary screamed and scrabbled backward on the bed, away from that enormous penis that jutted from his loins. Bulls, horses, rams, boars-she'd seen their erect organs many times before and had thought little about it, but now this human penis had her in a state of frenzied panic. Over and over she screamed, but he just laughed and pursued her, catching her by the wrist, pulling her toward him though she clawed and kicked like a wildcat to hold him off.
He laughed at her. He twisted her arm up behind her back and made it so painful she had to submit to being pulled against his muscular body, now with only the flimsy white nightie separating his flesh from hers. Tears were streaming down her face, and still she struggled through pain, for his big, naked penis was dangerously close to her now. She could feel its heat radiating against her, and she could see it from the corners of her wide, panic-stricken eyes no matter where she looked. "HELP! HE'S RAPING ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" she screamed, blowing that at any moment the door would open and they'd get this madman away from her.
"Don't be so noisy," he said, and twisting her arm farther up between her shoulder blades, he kissed her again.
His hand went to her breast, and she had to hold still for it. In a second or a minute, her aunt would come to help her, and she could stand anything for that long, even the pain, even the humiliation, even those strange, hot feelings that were slowly spreading through her body. Was this how he had made love to her aunt? Did men always force their attentions on women who struck their fancy? Was she really a 'hot piece,' like her aunt? She prayed for an end to her ordeal, and although the pain diminished somewhat then, those hot feelings continued to spread. He was working them into her body with his hand on her breast. That was the offensive hand now, not the one holding her wrists, and it was even harder to fight against. Pain she knew, but these gushing feelings of shivering desire that were being forced on her were new and she didn't know how to handle them, except to go on screaming and begging, and now she was beginning to despair of any help coming.
"Say, that's a beautiful pair of tits you've got." he said, sitting up to look at what he'd been feeling.
He went on feeling them too. While she wept and writhed on her bed of shame, he squeezed and kneaded and tweaked them through the thin nylon, then rucked up the nightie and used his strong, hot hand on her bare flesh. When she turned her head to look away from the obscene hand on her virginal breasts, there was his huge penis before her, adding to her shame.
"So help me God," she gasped, "I'll get even with you for all this even if it means killing you!"
"You're loving every minute of it. You'd kill me now if I stopped, you phoney little prude," he said, and ran his hand down over her lightly perspiring tummy to the thick tuft of light tan pubic hair that covered her seething slit.
"I don't! I don't like it at all!" she cried, hating him anew, for he was right, it was even more thrilling than the erotic dreams she'd had about her aunt the night before.
The hot feelings were everywhere in her body by then, in danger of exploding as they had in her dream. The pain in her arm had been going on for so long that the limb now seemed paralyzed behind her back. She struck weakly at him with her other fist and twisted her shoulder and hips, clenching her legs even more tightly together, and he just went on, calmly smiling down at her and moving his hand all around her loins. It was both bad and good, terrible and wonderful, with her physical strength waning and with a strange sense of everything being all right seeping in on her.
"GAHHH," she groaned, as the tip of his finger slipped into the top of her brimful slit, lancing her to the core with undeniably thrilling feelings.
He chuckled, and then with the ball of his finger he rubbed her distended clitoris very hard, and she became temporarily insane. "Mitch, I can't stand that!" she gasped, at the same time opening her legs wide, bracing her feet flat on the mattress, and thrusting her hips up at his wonderful, electrifying finger.
"You're even hotter than I thought you were," he said, and delved all about in her sodden slit with his fingers, making every bit of it feel fully as sensitive as her clitoris. "Beautiful girl," he said. "All sexy and hot and ready to go. And you smell good too. Want me to eat it a little? Want me to lick your pretty cunt?"].
"No. That's wrong," she gasped, straining up at his hand.
He kissed her, working his tongue in and out of her mouth just as he was working his finger in and out of her slit, and he murmured hotly against her lips, "You don't want me to lick your cunt? You don't want to go a little sixty-nine before I fuck you?"
"I want you to . . . leave me alone," she panted, clutching at his hand, opening her legs wider for it, having no idea at all of what the number was that he referred to.
"You don't want me to kiss you here, eh?" he said, and smacked a kiss on her saturated pubic mound that sent her soaring on wings of ecstasy. "You don't want me to kiss your cunt?"
"Yesssss," she heard herself hiss. "Do it. Kiss it."
"I'm going to have to let go of your arm to do it. Will you be good now, and not try to fight me?"
"Just kiss it, touch it, I'm dying!" she said, clawing at the wonderful, burning itch herself now in her need.
''Right here? In your cunt?" he said, and rubbed her bursting clitoris very hard again.
"YES! YES, KISS MY CUNT... NOW!"
He turned and swooped down on it as it came to meet him. He met it first with his lips, and these he used to suck her clit so quickly and so hard that she was sure it had indeed burst and carried her right along with it in a flash of brilliant, blinding light. And when he had it sucked out to three times its normal size, he lashed it with his tongue, making the stars burst all around her in an even more heavenly display of pyrotechnics. She was out of control now, thrashing and heaving and sweating on the bed, and not caring at all, just as long as this heavenly delight continued. She gave herself up completely to her delights, grabbing at the hair of his head and trying to shove him clear up inside her cunt, insanely happy in the fever of heat.
Then a warmth and a thick, sweet odor assailed her and she was being jostled about the head. She opened her lust-glazed eyes to see him straddling her head, the heavy sac of testicles and that great, obscene organ just over her face.
"TAKE IT AWAY! I WON'T KISS IT!" she cried, tossing her head from side to side, even as she was bucking her hips up for more of his wonderful kissing mouth.
Again she was being torn in two. Her body was exploding with orgasm after marvelous orgasm, while her brain was ejecting everything about the experi- ence, and especially that big male organ just over her tear-streaked face. In her thrashings, his penis and testicles actually brushed against her face, and she couldn't even scream for fear he'd jam them all into her mouth, while below, the wet slurpings of his tongue kept her wildly hot body in frenzied motion.
"NO! NO! MMPH!" He did try to stick it in her mouth, and now she was suffocating with her nostrils in the reeking hollow of his groin, and with those creepily soft balls pressing against her cheek like lewd little animals. "MMMPH! YES!" she cried, as she felt him slip two wriggling fingers into her hole and make her come in yet another way.
He turned around and kissed her on the mouth, and the taste of her cunt made her know that the experience she'd had with Fern had not been a dream at all. It had been as real as this, but nowhere near as wonderful, now that his organs were gone from her face, and she had to know him all the way, right to the end, even though it meant the loss of her cherished virginity.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mary," he said, and at the sound of that awful word, it all changed again.
"No! I'm a virgin. You can't."
"Don't tell me I can't, he said, and easily wedged his big, strong body in between her legs, making her cunt yawn and gape for him.
"You'll tear me. Til bleed all over everything and everyone will know," she said, when she felt the size of his organ, so very close to her yearning, yet cringing cunt.
"You'll love it, baby," he said, and taking his penis in hand, he rubbed that enormous blunt end of it up and down the length of her tender little trench. "You're just like your aunt, Mary. You were made for cock, you'll just love cock, once you've had a taste of it."
"Cock," she gasped. "Give me cock," she said, and showed a great natural talent for gyrating her hips until she'd accurately centered her tight little hole under the big wedge of meat that he held between her legs.
"Ready to fuck now, are you?" he said, and made her body arch and her legs strain farther apart, just by thrusting an inch of that wedge into her.
"Just do it. Just put it in!" she said, and by bucking and humping in a way she hadn't known she was capable of, she succeeded in getting yet another inch of what she had to have from him.
From chickens to dogs to horses, she'd seen the act of coitus performed a thousand times, the same act that she'd read guilty references about, the same which her parents had never discussed with her. She had never understood what drove the animals to do it, nor what there was about it that turned man into animals. Now she understood. It was so utterly good, so perfectly delightful and satisfying, even with the pain involved, that her only wonder was that animals and people ever stopped doing it once they'd started.
A part of him was inside her body. At least a pound of his flesh was tightly stuck into her, which was a miracle in itself, and at each of its smallest movements in her, the miracle was getting even better.
She hugged him around the neck and crooned and cried out in her happiness, locked her legs about his waist and did all she could to make the delight last forever. Even his balls slapping against her fully exposed asshole was a delight, and her only regret was that she'd resisted him for so long when he'd known exactly what it was that she'd needed, right from the start. She wanted to laugh and shout with glee, to clasp his hands even more tightly over her breasts, to spur him on to even faster, even deeper thrusts with his wonderful, wonderful cock; and all of these and more she did with unashamed gusto, so deeply ensnared with the physical delights and the all-consuming love he was bringing her.
It was all too perfect. It couldn't be improved upon. But then, just as easily as the other miracles he'd performed, he made it even better. He uttered a strangled groan, and she distinctly felt his wonderful cock swell even more in her overburdened cunt. Instinctively, she knew that he had been overtaken by the same wonderful feelings that soared and burst in her, and that he was ejaculating in her, proving his love for her.
"I LOVE YOU! I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ALWAYS!" she cried, and the sweetness inside her was so strong that it overflowed. Her love juices were flowing down over her anus as he pumped and humped, deep inside her, too overcome to verbally return her statement of love. The orgasm was shattering, releasing things too long pent-up in her very ripe body. Her heart felt as if it would burst, and in fact, her bladder did, and as he surged and pumped to the end of their marvelous mutual climax, her urine came gushing out of her in a torrent that added the perfect final crescendo to the wet sloshings of their perfect act of love. He slowed and stopped, and she fell into a smiling swoon, arms and legs falling away from him, body deflating with a long, drawn-out sigh, utterly content.
Mitch said something, laughing, but Mary was too close to unconsciousness to understand it. "Wha'?" she murmured.
"I said, you're a damned good fuck, baby. And I literally fucked the piss right out of you. Is that standard for you?"
His vulgarity chilled her and renewed her shame, and she said, "I couldn't help it. Let me up." .
"No, tell me. Do you always, wet the bed when you come? Have you ever done it before?"
"No! But then I've never been raped before either," she angrily said. "Get off me. Get your awful . . . thing out of me."
"My cock?" he said, working it in deeper. "Don't you want to fuck some more? Don't you love me any more?"
"I hate you!" she said, trying to claw at his handsome, smiling face. "Let me up."
"Let's see if you have one more little come in you, Mary," he said, and began wriggling his body atop hers, grinding his furry pubic bone against her clit.
"DON'T! STOP IT!" she cried, beating at him again. "HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH TO ME ALREADY, YOU . .. OOOOOO! OH, GOD HELP ME! OHHHHHH! AYYYYY! WHAT'S HAP . . . AARRRRGGGH!"
"C'mon, baby. One more come for old Uncle," he said, gloating over her, mashing her clitoris and making all the wonderful feelings return so quickly she had no chance to resist them. "One more quick little fuck."
"STOP IT! URRRRGGGH! OH, ITS SO GOOD, I LOVE IT SO."
"Love to fuck, do you? Is that it? Do you love to fuck?"
"LOVE TO FUCK, LOVE TO FUCK," she gasped, thrusting back hard, straining for all she was worth to reach that delirious peak of pleasure again, and almost achieving it before he stopped.
"Yeah, you're a good lay," he said, and slapping her smartly on the flank, he jerked his cock free of her drooling cunt and rolled off her.
For an instant, Mary felt terribly empty, awfully lonely. Then her modesty returned, and she quickly rolled away from him, trying to cover herself with the inadequate nightie, trying to pull some bedclothes over her violated body. The grinning man now looked like the devil himself, and she hated him roundly, but no less than she hated herself for having been so overwhelmed by the pleasures of the flesh. She was dazed and still afraid of him, and thoroughly disgusted with herself as she scrambled out of bed and scurried toward the bathroom, holding the nightie down over her bottom as she went.
She expected her loins to be covered with blood, but there was none to be seen. There was pain to be felt there, but nothing like that which she'd expected from being raped. But had she been raped? Heavens, at times she'd even cooperated with him, and that was dreadful, unforgivable. Weak in every part of her body, she leaned against the basin and gazed dully at her reflection in the mirror, and it turned her stomach. Her hair was a rat's nest, her eyes dull and heavy-lidded, and her mouth so kiss-bruised that it looked like she was wearing lipstick. Even through the white nylon, her nipples could be seen as bright as her lips, and still erect from the terrible excitement that had so unexpectedly seized her. It wasn't a real soreness she felt in her loins, but a consciousness of herself there, an awareness of the existence of her vagina that she feared she might never get over. This, she decided, was because she was already pregnant, because the hated seed of that abominable rapist was already growing in her.
She clutched at her belly, wanting to cry, although tears had done her absolutely no good in bed. Now was the time for practicality, not hysterics. Get into the shower, do what she could about washing his seed out of her, and then go straight to her aunt and let her know what kind of a monster she was married to.
The warm water felt good, but she would have much preferred being in the old cast iron bathtub in Indiana. She clumsily held open the swollen lips of her shamefully responsive sex and splashed water up inside her drooling vagina, hating her body nearly as much as she hated her uncle.
She leapt at the sound of the shower door opening, and then there he was again. She covered herself as best she could with her hands, even though he'd already harmed her far more than by just depriving her of her modesty, and she said, "Go away! Leave me alone, you... you brute."
"Just want to save some water by sharing your shower," he said, closing the door behind him.
His penis, though still huge, was no longer erect, and he therefore was no longer frightening. He was an object of scorn now, not fear, and she said, "I wouldn't share anything with you."
He laughed and tried to grab her. "Not anything but your bed. Give us a kiss, Mary dear."
Wet and soapy as she was, she could slip out of his hands, but as small as the shower stall was, she couldn't escape from him. He cornered her and got her, placed his dirty hands on her soiled body, and gloated over what he'd done to her. He kissed her and she stoically submitted to it, for he'd done far worse to her, and she cringed back from the soft lump of his organ against her loins.
Then his tongue slipped into her mouth, stirring a fast, hot spark of remembrance from the dead cells of her body. She pushed at him, and he pushed back with his body, flattening her against the wall and making her feel the slow swelling of his cock. Ahh, it had felt so good in her, and now it was stiffening, wanting to be able to get in her again, used and dirty as she was. She pushed harder at him, and now her hand skidded off his chest and went around his neck, and the memories of that other erotic time she'd had in that shower came on so strongly that she was clinging to the rapist and kissing him just as ardently as he was kissing her. His cock was hard, wonderfully hard, and she grabbed it in her hand and tried to shove it against her cunt, making little whimpering pleadings through the hot, lovely kiss.
"Want to fuck again, do you?" he said. "Don't talk. Just do it, quickly. Do it, and . . . and I won't tell Fern about any of this."
"I'd take you up on that, but it's not up all the way yet."
"It is! It's as big as ever!" she said, as hot as ever, and now totally eager to transfer it from hand to cunt.
"What I need is a nice little blow-job to get me ready.'*
"B-blow-job?" she said, testing and retesting the hardness of him with her hand.
"I wish you'd stop playing the role of the dumb little country cousin and get with it. I want you to suck me off, honey. I want you to give me a blow-job before I fuck you again."
"Su-su-su .. ? she stammered, all feverish now under the warm water.
"Suck my cock," he said, and turning off the water, he led the unresisting girl back into the bedroom.
"I can't do that, I won't do that," she said, shivering, trying to keep her hold on the cock she needed in her. "Please, Mitch. Please, just fu-fuck me."
"No. You su-suck me first," he said, and there at the edge of the bed, gave her a kiss that further weakened her. He sat down and smacked a kiss on her wet fur, and at once she was grabbing at his curly hair again.
"Oh, no." He laughed, and disengaged her hands, "You're going to do me now," he said, and grabbing her by the hips, easily forced her to her knees before him.
She started to protest anew, but one look at his cock stopped her words. It was fully erect, pointing at her from his loins, magnificently strong and wonderfully beautiful. He told her to take it in her mouth, and she found herself bending forward, her saliva glands functioning wildly. "Suck it a little, baby, and then I'll fuck you," he said, and she bent lower still. "Where's your pussy?" he asked, searching for it with his toes, and she grabbed his foot and shoved it against herself, then grabbed his cock in her hand and placed her lips on its end.
It was satiny smooth, quite unlike the hot iron she'd expected, and with a murmur of delight she sucked the big knob of it in and sought for that wickedly lovely taste that she'd only smelt up till then. It was not there. He tasted of fresh water and the hint of soap, and it was all the texture and form of it in her mouth that was so thrilling ... that and those wriggling toes in her pussy.
"It seems as if you like cocksucking too," he said, and she nodded her head and sucked more warmly, all aglow with the knowledge that a girl's cunt wasn't the only place that was receptive to a man's cock. She could taste hints of the maleness she'd smelled before in bed, and she sought for more of it as she settled more snugly against his moving foot.