Chapter 6
With Lydia gone, Cotton Salter continued to watch the girl through the panel in the wall. He did not even bother to get the chair that Lydia had pointed out. He was not about to get tired at what he was doing. It was his first chance to observe the girl when she thought that she was all alone. He saw that she could not make her mind up to sit down. She continued to stare at her surroundings as if she were afraid to move around the room and explore. He knew that she was still terrified, even though there was nobody in the room with her. He knew that she was still expecting some sort of trap. She looked so beautiful in the snug black dress and the high black boots. Through the loose knit of her dress he could see her pale-white flesh, all except where the bra and panties formed dark circles around her body. She was so good to look at . . . but the fun was only starting...
Cotton did not have to wait long for the main act. He saw the girl start and turn toward the door. He heard the click of the door being opened. He looked and saw a short man in a dark raincoat entering the room. The man was wearing a hat with a wide brim and a pair of sunglasses and it was impossible to get the least idea of what he looked like. Obviously he had planned this effect. Lydia had mentioned that he was quite well-known in certain prominent circles. He was also a husband and grandfather. People who knew him would not expect him to frequent a place like Lydia's. Nor would they expect to find him raping unwilling virgins.
The door closed again and Cotton was unable to catch a glimpse of Lydia. He did hear the click which indicated that the door was being locked again. The short man and Jane were locked in the room together. Even if the girl was able to temporarily overpower him, she would not be able to escape. The man and the girl looked at each other. The sinister appearance of the man had frightened her. She had guessed correctly that he had not come to aid her in her distress. The man slipped out of his coat and hung it over the back of the armchair. He took off his hat and placed it on top of the coat. Cotton could see now that he was bald, just as Lydia had told him. "I want you to suck me first," the man said, without taking off his sunglasses. Jane looked at him in disbelief. "Suck you?" she asked questioningly. "I want you to suck my prick," the man explained. He had thought that she had at -least known what was expected' of her.
"Don't talk to me like that!" she told him, raising her clenched fists in restrained anger. Who was he to come in and say such a thing to her? And who did he think that she was? "If you can't be nice, I wish that you would leave," she told him, trying to sound calm and firm. That approach always worked for her mother and she wondered why the man just laughed at her now. "Sister, you are something else," the man said. "Don't worry about a thing, honey. I'll be nice to you. I'll be nice to you... right between your legs!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" Jane warned. She was angry now. With Reverend Salter she had been scared. Reverend Salter was a very scary man, a man who had power from above. But this man wasn't like Reverend Salter at all. Why, he was even shorter than she was and he didn't look so tough without the hat and raincoat. He even looke9 a little ridiculous with the oversized sunglasses covering his pudgy face. A lot of things had happened to her in the last few days but she had not yet forgotten the differences between right and wrong. She had not yet forgotten that she was still a good girl-and that she intended to stay that way!
"Come on, kiddo, give me a little tit," the man said, advancing on her with his palms up flat and his fingers moving in a clawing motion. "Let's see those jugs you got," he said. "Christ, you remind me of my daughter," he admitted.
"Get away from me!" Jane cautioned, stepping back from him. She was careful to move away from the bed so that she wouldn't be trapped by it. But the man was still advancing on her. Her words meant nothing to him. He had no respect for her wishes. In fact she could see the bulge which pressed out against the front of his pants. Her experience with Cotton Salter had taught her what was making that bulge.
"Come on, girlie. Let's see that squishy twat. Give me a nice wide hole to put my finger in. Come on now, girlie, let's see what you got!"
Despite his heavy looks, the man was surprisingly agile on his feet. His desire spurred him on so that he forgot about his years and his weak heart and his asthmatic condition. His prick was hard and his mind was growing soft. He had to get it in her. That was all he knew. He followed as Jane backed away. The room was small and there was no place she could go. She felt the wall behind her and stepped aside. She found herself in the corner and he was standing in front of her. She looked to each side of her. She was boxed in. And he had done it so quickly! Jane couldn't help being amazed at him.
"Now, my dear, why don't you just relax and cooperate? I'm not going to hurt you, after all I'm going to give you something that you'll like very much. You've never had a man's cock between your legs, have you?" he wheezed. Jane found that she was shaking her head. "Of course you haven't. You're a virgin. They told me you were a virgin. That's what I paid for."
"Paid?" Jane asked as she heard the strange word.
"Paid, of course! Nobody gives it away for free. Not to an old man like me. But you're going to make it good for me, aren't you, girlie? You're going to make it nice for me, so I don't have to work too hard for it, isn't that right? You will hold your legs open for me so I can bust your cherry, won't you?" Jane just stared at him without answering. She was trying to find some way to escape.
The man stepped closer to her but the wall blocked her retreat. She could feel his eager breath on her face, she could feel his fat belly pushing against her, she could feel his small pudgy 'hands reaching out for her. Suddenly she could take it no more. She had to do something! She couldn't just stand here and wait for it to happen. With abrupt decisiveness she lurched to one side and pushed her way past him. The man was knocked off balance but as she pushed past him his hand shot out and caught the back of her dress, right over her ass. His fingers dug into the loose knit and Jane would feel the fabric ripping apart. She tried to keep pulling but she knew she was caught. She turned to face him, knowing that she had to break his grip.
But this was just what the man wanted. Now he quickly released his grip on her ass and grabbed for the open neck of the dress. Before Jane could stop him, his hand was between her cleavage. His fingers caught between the cups of her bra and jerked her toward him. "NO!" she screamed as her breasts ground against his chest. "Let go of me!" she cried, struggling to pull away from him. She felt a sweaty hand on her leg, reaching up under her skirt. "Stop that!" she insisted. Her hands pressed against his chest in an effort to push herself away from him. He was trying to rape her!
Jane broke the grip on her body. Twisting free of her attacker, she hurried to the door. There was no handle on the inside. There was no way she could open it. She was still examining the door, struggling to search out its secret, when the bald man caught up with her. This time he was even rougher than before.
His arms grasped her around the waist and he threw her to the floor, using his great bulk for leverage. She turned but landed on her back. Momentarily the wind was knocked out of her. Before she could regain her composure, he was on top of her. His hands were tearing at the front of her dress and Jane gasped in horror as she saw the fabric torn away. He was exposing her body, clawing at it with his hands. She screamed and hit at him with her fists but her efforts could not prevent him from grabbing her bra and wrestling it away from her breasts.
Both tits popped out of the cups. Instantly he covered them with his hands. He ground his palms into her. Jane grabbed his wrists in a vain effort to stop him. He was much too strong for her. And the weight of his body on her stomach was choking her. She could feel herself growing weak and helpless. She struggled to squirm away from him so she could breathe. Her nipples had grown hard and the touch of his fingers was sending hot thrills through her body. Yet it did not break her resistance, not the way it had done with Reverend Salter. "She hissed and spat at him and tried to bite him. He laughed at her and bounced a little on her stomach. Jane found herself gasping for breath.
With his full weight firmly planted on her stomach, the man reached behind his back and drew up her skirt. Reaching between her soft inner thighs, his hand found her crotch and pressed against the opening in her crotchless panties. Jane could feel a stiff finger probing at her body. She tried to kick her legs to stop him but every time that she almost had him he would bounce on her stomach a little until she had to gasp for breath. The finger worked its way into her bone-dry cunt. She felt it push her furry lips apart. He did not bother with the little button which might have released her slick fluid but instead poked directly into the hole where he wanted to slip his cock. It was tight and dry. It was a virgin hole. But neither her dryness nor her virginity stopped his finger. Jane cringed as he poked at her. The finger worried her terribly.
Jane held her muscles tight as his finger probed between her legs. She knew he was trying to enter her, trying to poke his finger where no man had any right to be. He was trying to do something horrible to her and she had to stop it, even if she was flat on her back with his enormous bulk jouncing on the pit of her stomach. She must resist him! It was her only thought. But although she strained to keep her muscles taut, his finger seemed to be probing deeper. Jane gasped as it was suddenly stopped by a tight membrane. He was right up against her hymen!
The man felt it and it must have turned him on. Instead of probing deeper he suddenly climbed to his feet and grabbed her by her shoulders. Jane felt herself being dragged to her own feet and flung across the room. He had thrown her onto the bed and she landed with her stomach down and her feet still on the floor. But he was after her immediately. He grabbed her feet and threw them too onto the bed. Her skirt rose up as her legs split apart. Before she could pull them together again, he had climbed up on the bed and was kneeling between them. He still had all his clothes on, just as she had on all of hers. But with her dress raised over her thighs and with the panties with no crotch, she knew she was vulnerable. She knew that the firm globes which rose above the cups of her bra were not the only part of her body which was open to invasion.
With her legs parted, the man stopped to pull out his cock. Jane did not watch him. She knew what it would look like. She remembered with horror the stiff redness of the minister's prick. The man fumbled between his legs for a moment and Jane looked from side to side, frantically trying to find a means of escape. There was nothing she could do. She tried to pull her body away from him but he caught hold of her thighs and held her legs tight while he watched her writhing torso.
He waited until she had burned up her frantic energy. Then he slowly spread his weight across her body. Slowly his bulk rolled across her, like a steamroller, and his hot breath panted alongside her neck. She felt something hard jabbing at her thigh. She knew it was his prick. His hand reached down between her legs and again poked at her tight virgin cunthole. Again Jane tried to hold her body taut to stop him. He was crushing her, grinding her into the bed, and she knew that he was winning.
He hunched over her and grabbed his cock in his hand. She could"8ee it now-it was longer than she had imagined-and his balls were hanging in a tight bundle beneath it. He jabbed it toward the hold his finger had just opened. Jane felt it entering her body. Although she kicked and squirmed there was nothing she could do. He was in her cunt, poking into that virgin entrance to her body. But he was not going very deep. Only the tip of the head had sunk into her. He was struggling to go deeper, to split her twat open. But her tight cherry was blocking him. And her body refused to cream.
"Oh, Christ, get it in!" he cried, angry at her for stopping him. His desperate urge was driving him on, his chest crushed her tits, his fist banged against her thigh and held his cock straight. Without his fist around it, his prick would have doubled up. "Fuck me!" he demanded. "Oh, God, fuck me!"
Jane listened to his desperate words but continued to resist. She hated this man, she hated what he was doing. If she had a knife she might have thought of killing him. It was a thought she had never had before. Yet the horrible thing he was doing to her was so I wrong! Didn't he deserve to die? She wished that God would strike him dead on the spot. She wished that somehow she could be away from all this. His prick continued to jab at her but she realized that he was making no progress. Yet in his frantic state, he could not think straight. He could not think of what he might have to do to win his way with her. He could only struggle on blindly with his vain attack.
But suddenly something was happening. It was as if God had finally heard her prayers and answered them. His cock was spurting. She could feel the hot come. But it wasn't going into her body! She was still a virgin! His load was splashing against her flat stomach, it was wetting her panties. He had been too eager and he had come before he had gotten in. Jane breathed a sigh of relief as she heard his groan of disappointment. She was really safe. Even the man knew it now. She looked up at him and saw the squirting prick that he now held limply in his hand. His load was going all over her, staining her black dress, but it was not going inside her body. The ordeal was over.
Slowly, the man rose, from her. She saw him shaking his head. He looked at his limp dick and at the semen he had splattered on her body. He knew he was too old to get it up again. He knew that once was all he could do. But he was embarrassed at his failure. He didn't want Lydia to know. If the other girls heard about this it would spoil his good reputation. "Don't say anything," he muttered, not even able to confront the girl on the bed. He had paid too much to have it known that he had failed. With his head still shaking from side to side, he drew a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped off his prick. It was not really messy. He hadn't even been able to dip it in her cream. He zipped up his fly and adjusted his sunglasses. Without saying anything more to her, he went to fetch his coat and hat. Jane was still covering her face in her hands and so she did not see the spot on the wall that he touched to make the door open. Only when the door banged shut behind him did she notice that he was gone.
Seeing that she was alone again, Jane quickly got to her feet. For a moment she was paralyzed by a sharp pain in her stomach where he had jounced on her. But she shook out the pain and moved a little, cautiously, to make sure that she was all right. Her eye stopped on the pitcher and basin on the washstand. She looked at the pitcher and saw that it was full of water. There was a small towel hanging on the side of the stand.
Quickly Jane took the towel and dipped it in water. Perhaps she could get rid of the stains. She rolled up her skirt and dabbed at the spots he had left. She carefully wiped her belly clear of any trace of his semen. She rinsed the towel and dipped it in the water again. This time she cleaned up her panties. She didn't mind that her clothes would be wet. They would dry fast enough. But at least she could be clean. With her panties washed off, she put the towel down again. She noticed that her breasts were still poking out above the cups of her bra. She adjusted the bra and pulled the front of the dress closed over it. She twisted her neck in an effort to see where he had ripped the dress over her fanny. She saw that the tear was hardly noticeable. She wished that there was a mirror she could have looked in. She hoped that she hadn't overlooked anything.
Then a thought struck her and she took the towel again. She dipped it in the water and pulled her skirt up again. Standing with her legs apart, she wiped her furry crotch. What if any of the man's semen had fallen on her pussy! She had to make sure that was clean. She was still wiping herself between her legs when the door opened and Lydia came in.
"Well, my dear, I see that you know how to take care of yourself," Lydia noted in a pleased tone. She had simply assumed that Jane had been deflowered and was now struggling to blot the last traces of come from her twat. After all, with crotchless panties a girl couldn't go around dripping spunk. It would run right down her leg! And certainly that would be embarrassing if it happened it public. But Jane had already put away the towel and brushed down her skirt. She was embarrassed that Lydia had seen what she was doing. "Reverend Salter is waiting for you," Lydia said. "Come along with me."
Cotton Salter was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. He had been watching in the other room and had seen everything that had happened. He had seen the wheezing little man chase her onto the bed and pull up her skirt. He had seen the man jerk out his prick and try to shove it in her. He had seen the bald blimp come all over her belly. He knew she was still a virgin.
But Cotton had said nothing to Lydia. Had she known what had happened, Lydia would have quickly sold the girl's hymen to another customer. Cotton didn't want to see that happen. Watching her in the room with the man had been too much for him. Now he wanted her for himself. He did not want to wait any longer. Now he was going to take her home.
"Isn't she pretty as a picture?" Lydia cooed, inspecting Jane's dress and making sure that everything was in place. "I do hope that you'll bring her back soon, Cotton. We have so many men who would just love her. I'm sure that she'd love to earn a little pocket money and it would be such a delight to see her working!"
"We'll be back," Cotton promised. "When the time comes," he added evasively. "But right now she's had a long day and I'm sure that she wants to take a little nap. She's going to have a big night coming up too," he whispered to the madam so that Jane couldn't hear him. He didn't want her to get frightened until he had locked her safely in the basement. "Come along, Jane," he told his prisoner. "We're going home."
"You're not going to put her in the trunk again?" Lydia asked with concern. From the smile on the minister's face, she saw that he was. "Oh, Cotton, it isn't right to do that to a young girl. Not after all she's been through. After all, for a girl to lose her virginity is a big occasion. You should have a party for her or something."
"Don't worry, Lydia," Cotton advised. "I'll have a party for her. Just as soon as I get her home."
The bumps from lying on the bottom of the trunk did not bother Jane, not now that she had just been saved by God's grace from the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. Reverend Salter was certainly a strange person but he seemed to be watching over her in his own way, and he had not been the one to try and rape her. She had been saved from that. Certainly there would not be another attack. She wasn't sure what was going to happen to her when they got back to Martinsville but she was certain that whatever it was would be an improvement over what she had already experienced. After all, she was wearing fresh clothing and he had let her get a little exercise. Maybe when they got back he would even give her something to eat. She was getting very hungry.
But she felt more tranquil now than she had felt since she had been taken prisoner. Certainly God would be merciful to her. Hadn't He already shown her His mercy? She would just put her fate in His hands and everything would work out. She lay back and tried to sleep. It was a long drive. Outside it would be dark---'as dark as it was in the trunk-and there was nothing to see. Perhaps when they got back to the church, things would be better for her.
Salter parked his car in the garage and listened to see if he could hear any noise from the girl. She had no way of knowing where they had stopped nor whether he was watching her or not. He wondered whether he should bring her first or the mattress. He decided on the mattress. If he let her out first, she would see it in the back seat of the car. Then she might panic. In fact, he was sure that she would. And out in the open it might be difficult to control her. Someone might hear them, or she might break away. It was better to leave her in the trunk for now and risk having her make a racket. He opened the back door of the car and pulled at the mattress.
It was an old one which Lydia had given him when he had explained how uncomfortable the girl was in the basement of the church, chained to the wall. Lydia had scolded him for leaving her chained too long. She told him that she never did that with her own girls, even when they got out of line. Twenty-four hours was about the longest she ever left a girl in bondage, and even that was only for a serious offense. But Cotton just laughed at her concern and told her that his girl was in better health-she could take more.
But he had said that now that the girl was deflowered, he didn't think that he had to keep her chained any more. She couldn't possibly break out of the small room where he would keep her and so he might as well give her a little freedom. He could enjoy her better that way. She wouldn't be so stiff every time he wanted to fuck her. So Lydia had given him a mattress. It was an old one, stained with piss and come. Cotton liked that part. She would hate to lie on it. But he would make her, over and over again until she finally got used to it. And then she wouldn't care. Not when he was finished with her. She wouldn't care about anything except getting his hard cockmeat between her legs.
He kicked the door closed and carried the mattress in. In the dark he found his way to the back door to the basement of the church, He was careful to watch if anyone might spot him. The sight of that mattress might raise a few eyebrows. But there was nobody around. There weren't even any cars passing by the rectory. That was always the way it was in Martinsville, even on a Saturday night. TV was the only big kick in Martinsville. TV and going to church. He let himself into the basement and dragged the mattress behind him.
With the inner room prepared for his visitor, Cotton Salter made his way back to the car. There was still no sign of life anywhere in the dark night. The girl had not raised a commotion. He carefully unlocked the trunk and lifted it. The girl was sound asleep. He wondered how she could be such a dumb bitch. She hadn't even tried to escape. She had just trusted that everything was all right now. He was eager as shit to show her she was wrong.
He prodded her with his finger and told her to climb out of the trunk. He helped her to the ground. He took her by the wrist and led her to the back of the church. She followed obediently. He had left the door open for her and she went right in. There was a candle already burning in the inner room and she found her way back to her prison. Cotton locked the doors behind them. In the inner room she immediately noticed the mattress. Her first thought was that he had done her a kindness, even though it was sort of dirty.
Cotton went around the room lighting candles as the girl watched him. "Do you like it?" he asked pointing to the mattress. "It's better than before anyway, isn't it?" he suggested. She admitted that it was. She thanked him for providing it. She would have asked for a blanket to go with it but she, didn't want to push her luck. If he wanted her to have a blanket she was sure that he would give one to her.
Cotton finished with the candles and opened the cabinet to look for his bottle. There was one on the bottom shelf but it was already empty. He remembered now that he had meant to get another. He was in too much of a rush to go back to the house for a drink and instead he reached for the case of beer he had brought in earlier and tore off a can from its plastic holder. He quickly ripped the aluminum tab off the top and took a long drink. When he lowered his hand again the can was empty. He dropped it on the floor and reached for another. He needed the drink to steady him. He had important work to do.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" the minister suggested to his guest, pointing to the mattress. "Don't stand on ceremony. Have a seat."
She was happy to accept his offer for her legs were still weary. Yet when she bent over to sit down, she found that it was difficult to sit down without showing her panties. And with no crotch in them, she had to be very careful. Even though he had seen her already, maybe they could get off on a new foot. She didn't want to do anything to arouse his lust. Certainly that would be unfair. Finally she managed to sit with her feet curled up beneath her. She pulled down her skirt primly and watched him drink.
Cotton finished his third beer and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He was beginning to feel ripe and he wanted her now. Right on that mattress. And he was determined to take her. This time he decided to do it in style.
Cotton slipped out of his black clerical jacket and laid it on the floor by the wall. He unbuttoned his shirt carefully and laid it on top of the jacket. He saw that the girl's eyes were following him. He wondered just how long she could sit still while he was doing this. He slipped out of his undershirt and reached for his belt buckle. She could see now that he was going to take off his pants. Did she think that he was simply going to curl up beside her and go to sleep? She was really a stupid cunt, but then she couldn't do anything to save herself anyway. He thought of leaving the shoes and socks on but he wanted to be naked when he fucked. He stepped out of his trousers and pulled his boxer shorts down with them. She was still watching him. Perhaps she was relieved to see that he didn't have a hard-on.
Of course, that was only a temporary condition. He had been so intent on setting the mattress up for her and lighting the candles that he hadn't been paying attention to her body. But now he could relax and enjoy it. He decided that he deserved a little peek. He took his limp dick in his hand and gave it a little twirl. Even without any blood in it it still hung low. He knew that it fascinated her, even though she was trying not to look.
He slowly approached his victim. She did not yet understand the purpose of what he was doing. Could she really be so stupid? But then she didn't want to understand. She didn't want to realize that she was final1Y about to lose her cherry. He wasn't like that fat butterball in the whorehouse. Even if he came too soon he could spring another rod to split her cunt. As he drew closer to her he could see the tranquil look fade from her face. She was beginning to realize. She uncurled her legs and began to get to her feet. Cotton threw his full weight on top of her.
"No!" Jane cried, realizing that her peril was not over. "Stop!" she cried, as if words could stop him. Cotton grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down on the mattress. With the hard floor beneath it, the blow gave her a shock. She tried to scrawl off the mattress but he straddled her hips and grabbed her shoulders. Again he slammed her body against the mattress and she felt the floor at her back. The blow dazed her. His prick was getting hard now and he wasted no time. While she shook her head in an effort to gain her bearings, he quickly slipped back until he was kneeling between her legs.
He lifted her skirts to her waist and exposed her crotchless panties. The golden fluff was curling up through the hole in the black lace and he could barely see the pinkness of her inner cunt lips. Bending down, he caught her thighs with his forearms. He lifted her ass and pulled her to his mouth. He ate her crotch like a watermelon, with big slurping gulps. Spit drooled down his chin and down her inner thigh. He wasn't trying to be neat. This was to be a feast. He sucked and belched and nibbled some more. Jane struggled against him but with both her legs lifted high off the ground, there was nothing she could do. Every time she tried to hit him with her fist she simply bumped her head against the floor.
He sucked her until she was dripping with spit. He knew that her own cream would be dripping soon, too. He laid her down on her ass and jabbed her with his finger. He drove it in her cunt and felt it touch her cherry. He gave her a few sharp jabs to see what would happen. She screamed at him to leave her alone. He pulled his finger out again. It was time to use his cock.
He held his dong tight in his hand as he knelt between her legs. She was still squirming like shit but there was no place she could go. He would be on her in an instant. He guided the head of his prick to her dripping twat. He felt the silky smoothness as it slipped to her virgin hole. Slowly he lowered his weight on top of her. "No!" she cried as she felt him enter. "Oh, no, not that!" she begged. Her voice was getting weak. She had lost her will to resist. She knew she could not fight him. He could see the tears on her cheek. She was giving in to him but she was still unwilling. He pressed his cock deeper into her body. He felt the passage blocked. This was it. This was the final barrier.
It was almost a relief for Jane when it finally happened. Now there would be no more struggle. She could feel her twat opening wide to admit his swollen prick. She could feel her hymen blocking the passage, forcing him to stop for a moment. She felt his body lift off her for a moment. She sensed that he was readying himself for the final plunge. Then it happened. He drove into her. His cock pounded against her taut membrane with such a force that it shattered and let him pass. She could feel <him plunging into her untapped depths. She could feel her whole cunt opening up to take him. And then she had swallowed him up.
Cotton lay on top of her with his cock deep in her snatch. He had been successful. She was no longer cherry. Now the only test that remained was to see how she liked it. Her cunt had not been dry when he entered it. He wondered if she had realized just how eager her body was to make cream. He knew she would have been ashamed of herself if he could have dipped deep in her cunt and handed her a spoonful before he had stuck his dick in. Then she would have worried that it was her own fault that it had happened. But perhaps she realized it anyway. Her resistance had collapsed.
Cotton slowly drew his cock back, letting it glide out of her cunt. Slowly he went back down again, until he was deep inside her. He took cautious strokes. She was still tight and she had made him sore. Probably her twat was aching from what he had done. She would have time to get over it. But right now he was going to fuck her no matter what his dick felt like. He kept going in and out with the same steady rhythm. He looked at her eyes and saw they were blank.
It bothered him that she would not respond to what he was doing. He knew she was trying to shut him out. He knew that she was feeling something. She had shown already that she could respond. He had brought her to the depths of degradation. Now he had to bring her back. He had to teach her to enjoy it. That would be his next Christian act.
As he humped steadily on her box, his hand slipped inside the low neckline of her dress. The bra hardly covered her tits and his hand slipped inside a cup. He stretched his fingers down until he could touch a nipple. He pressed at it and pushed it back and forth until he could feel it get hard. He slipped the one hand out and the other hand in. He repeated the procedure with her other nipple.
But he was still not satisfied. He really wanted to turn her on. He wished now that he had removed her panties. He could feel the scratchy lace rubbing his prick. He reached beneath her. His hand grabbed her ass. He lifted her up a little to give himself a better angle. He started to fuck faster.
She didn't respond to the friction. Not at first. She was trying to lie there, like a dead fish. She didn't want him to know what he was doing to her. It would have been too humiliating. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself. She believed that she had done something to bring this on herself. Perhaps she had not been grateful enough to God for protecting her from the bald man. Or perhaps God had only been saving her for the minister! His cock fucked like a ramrod. She could feel the hot friction of each stroke. Her cunt was still tight but no longer because she was new. He was making her terribly tense and the tension made her body contract. She was doing just the opposite of what she should have done to discourage him, yet somehow she could not make her body behave.
She could not understand it. It was such a horrible thing! But yet her body seemed to want him. She seemed to want to wallow in the shame!
"Oh!" she moaned as she finally realized just how ripe and juicy her body was. Until this moment she had not noticed how aroused she already was. It came as a striking revelation to her that she could actually be prepared for such an assault. But he was fucking her too fast to give her time to think about it. She found herself rocking from side to side. She tried to tell herself that she was only doing it to escape him but in her heart she knew that it made the pleasure more intense. His hands held her ass up tight against his body. His hips were driving against hers. And yet Jane noticed none of it. She was aware only of the torrid bone in her snatch. She was aware only of the hot thrill it was causing her cunt and of her great desire for relief.
The minister's horny cockshaft was pounding her ass into his palms. Her sloppy cream was oozing from her cunt. His prick was covered with the clear mucus secretion and it was splattered in both their pubic hair. He kept fucking her. Harder and harder. He knew he was getting to her. It was just a matter of time. "Ahh!" the girl moaned in a suppressed cry. She was still trying to pretend she couldn't feel it. But the minister knew better. His cock was hard and long and as fat as a baseball bat. A cock like that just had to get a response. He fucked hard and deep. He fucked in quick jerky strokes. "Ohh!" Jane moaned much louder. "Oh, no . . . please. . . " His hips fucked faster. He was getting her there. "Ohh! Ohhh! LIKE THAT!" she screamed suddenly as his load exploded in her belly. Suddenly she was clutching him, raking his back with her fingernails. Her legs had wrapped around him and he was holding her whole weight in his hands. They became as one as his fuckpole pumped into her. He was filling her twat with his semen, filling it to perfection. And Jane was coming. Her body trembled and shook.
Cotton lay on top of the girl until he felt the tight spasms of her snatch subside. So he had brought her off. Well, that was really something! She wouldn't be so snotty with him now. Usually virgins didn't even come. He would tell her that to make her feel ashamed. He wanted her to know just how sinful her body was. Yes, she had enjoyed it. His cock always seemed to do that to them, those snotty little cunts who thought that their panties were so sacred. He liked the way they squirmed when he gave them a stab with his fat prong. And this one had been especially good. He would be sure to tell her. Slowly her arms fell to her sides. Slowly her hips relaxed against the mattress. He slipped his hands out from under her. He climbed up off her body. He looked back and down at her and saw that her eyes were shut.
But she was not asleep. Cotton knew that. She was only humiliated. Now she was trying to be penitent. They were always so damn penitent after they had been fucked. Especially when they enjoyed it as much as this one had. They always wanted to be forgiven. Her legs were still spread and he could see the first streaks of come oozing down from the tight-lipped twat but he knew she was praying. Tomorrow she would wonder what had caused the fresh stain on the mattress. They were all so stupid.
He had planned to go and get his pants but the sight of her was too delightful to just leave. He grabbed his limp prick in his hand and started to whack it. She saw what he was doing. She wasn't quite as out of it as she looked. She knew what it meant when he pulled it like that. His cock only got halfway hard, but it was enough for a start. "Okay, you little hot-cunted bitch. Now you're going to do it to me!'"
She looked up at him. She was totally defeated. He had complete power over her. There was no fight left in her. "Get up and then get on top of me when I lie down," he told her. Lifelessly, she got to her feet. Cotton lay on the mattress, being careful to avoid the wet spot. He stretched out on his back with his prick in his hand. He knew that it embarrassed her to see him playing with his dong. That was why he was doing it. Even though she'd already fucked it and sucked it, she was still ashamed. He would work that out of her, just as fast as he could. And working it out would be nice. Very nice indeed.
"Get on top of me," the minister ordered. He held his prick up for her to sit on.
"Do I have to?" she asked. There was no rebellion in her voice, only a pathetic hope that he might spare her. But of course he wouldn't. She should know better by now. Sometimes she really acted stupid. Just like her old man.
"It's your turn to fuck me," he told her firmly. "I'd advise you to do it. I think that you'll believe me when I tell you there are worse things that can happen to you than fucking me. Believe me, they will happen to you if you don't do as I say."
It was enough to convince her. She no longer had any fight. She walked closer to him and looked down at his naked body, lying on the mattress. His bone was still not erect. He was expecting her to take care of that for him. Well, she knew she would have to. She stepped onto the mattress and straddled his body. She tried not to think of what she was doing. "Squat down on me," he commanded and she did it blindly. She squatted and took his dick in her hand. She felt him reaching for her fussy. She didn't even care now that he was playing with her hairy gash. She was no longer embarrassed by it. Had the shame started to wear off! Perhaps she was just tired. She pulled his prick and felt it harden.
Her cunt opened and she was surprised how easily the cockmeat went in. Shouldn't it have been harder, considering she had been a virgin until so, so recently? But her body didn't seem to act that way. She was swallowing him up. She was taking him deep in her belly and she could feel the tender walls stretching to fit him all in. She was surprised at the willingness of her body. She hadn't thought it would have come so quickly. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders and pulled at her. She fell to her knees and tried to relax. He was pulling her forward, forward against his chest. Her hair hung down in her face and partly covered her shame.
Her ass sunk down on top of him until his prick had gone in all the way. She let herself sit on his hips, happy for a quick chance to relax. He was fondling her breasts, rubbing her nipples against his own. It was funny to feel it. His chest was so hairy. It made her tits very sensitive when he did it. So sensitive that she almost forgot the bone up her cunt. But a quick hump of his thighs reminded her. It felt like it was coming out her stomach. She tried to rise slightly so she wouldn't have to feel it quite as deep. But that didn't seem to be working.
He was following her right up. And she wasn't strong enough to stay suspended in' mid-air. She had to come down again. And when she came down, she came down on his cock. She felt her body flowing over it. She felt it pushing deep into her gut.
Her tits hung in perfect cones. He was still playing with them. But then he did something disgustingly unexpected. He grabbed her around the neck and pulled her face against his. Before she could pull away, she found herself being kissed on the lips. She was kissing his horrible whiskey-soaked breath, he was pushing his foul tongue in her mouth, she could taste his saliva mixing with hers.
His kiss did not have the effect that Jane would have expected it to have. She would have expected that she would be so disgusted that she would vomit from the stench of his mouth. Nothing like that happened. In fact, she found that he was actually giving her an illicit thrill. Perhaps she had been very prudish but no man had ever kissed her like that, even a man she liked. Having a man force himself on her was sort of thrilling. She liked the way that he was taking her. Of course, she didn't really like it, but it had an erotic fascination. Although she hadn't meant to do it, she found herself kissing him back.
She was kissing and fucking and rubbing her tits against him as she lay on top of his body. Who would believe it could ever happen to her? She would have been the last one. But there was something about the fact that nobody would ever know. That it was just between the two of them in this dark basement. Certainly he could never tell what he had done to anyone. In Martinsville he would have been shot. So her little secret was safe. She would try to pretend that he was her lover. That seemed to make it a little easier. And it made her feel nice too.
She relaxed a little and began to move her hips. She knew that was what he expected of her. He didn't even have to tell her that much. She began to move very slowly, unintentionally trying to make it last. She could not admit that her body could have such a need. It was too shameful to her. Yet she did want to feel it. That stiff prick up her cunt. She wanted to feel every inch of hot gristle rub every corner of her snatch. Slowly she started to move.
"Oh, that's so sweet," the minister moaned. "Oh, shit, you choirgirls have what it takes, give me more, baby, give me more!" Cotton continued to fondle her tits. They were very nice. She was so young and ripe. With nice little brown nipples that stood out in little bumps when they were aroused. And they were aroused now. They' would have to be. With his prick inside her, what girl wouldn't be?
He realized that she was drawing it out. That was a good sign. She liked what she was doing. Even though she tried not to let it show on her face. But gradually her straight face disappeared. Her horny lust appeared. Cotton decided to show her off a little. He started to pump his hips. His prick slid in and out of her humid pit. She, felt it and responded. Her thighs pumped over him. She was doing her work. It was just the way he had planned it, just the way he wanted her. She was still practically a virgin but she was aching to be fucked. She was aching for it so badly that she was doing it herself.
He could make it happen any time he wanted to, Cotton knew that much. It was just a matter of when he wanted; it and now he was beginning to feel the urgent need. Tomorrow he could fuck her again. He decided to cut it short. "Faster!" he told her. "Fuck me faster!" he cried, grabbing her shoulders and starting to move her body in the rhythm that he wanted. Jane responded. Perhaps she had been waiting for his command. Her body moved faster and her hair waved to and fro in front of her face. It didn't cover her lust. That was written all over her face. She was dying for his heavy load. She needed his hot come in her body. Cotton clung to her shoulders and flung it into her cuntmouth.
Jane Hartley rose slightly as she felt it splatter into her twat. It was warm and thick and exciting. It was just what she needed. She pushed her ass against his lap in an effort to get more. He gave another small squirt and then it was over. But already she had been filled. She could feel that now. As she slowly rose from off his 'body, she could feel the come swimming down her cunt. She knew it was going to run down her legs. Perhaps it didn't matter. She had already done so much. For a moment she stood over him. She didn't know what to do. He rose to his feet and gestured to the mattress. It was hers once again.
Jane Hartley sank to her knees as the full weight of her skin bore down on her. She had fucked a minister and enjoyed it. Could God ever love her again? Horrible thoughts of despair filled her mind. She saw that Cotton was getting into his pants. "Don't forget to say your prayers," he told her as he left.