Chapter 4
The tire blew. The car swerved, skidded off the shoulder and down the grassy embankment before either girl had a chance to scream. The car came to a sudden stop, crunching against the side of a big tree.
"Damn it all to fucking hell!" Wendy screamed, pounding the steering wheel with all her strength.
"Are you all right, Wendy?" Kristy shouted, stunned for a moment by a light knock on the side of her head when she ducked against the dash.
"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy said, feeling around her body. "Are you?"
"Yeah," Kristy said. She sat still for a few seconds, then gave a quick shudder. She tried the handle of the door, but the tree had jammed it locked.
"Let's get out. We'll have to use your door, Wendy."
Wendy pushed her door open and climbed out of the car. Kristy followed, and they stood on the slippery slope, cursing the car and the tire manufacturer.
"Shit on the whole fucking world. Damn this fucking shit all to motherfucking hell."
Kristy suddenly burst into loud laughter. Wendy stared at her for a second, then grinned, then began chuckling, too. Well, it could have been worse. They might have been killed.
"Well, what now?" Kristy asked. She looked around the slope. The highway was about twenty feet away, up the hill. The traffic was light, with only an occasional flash of headlights sweeping out over their heads. Beyond the tree, and the useless car, there stretched only dark fields, without a sign of civilization.
"We walk, I guess."
"Shit," Kristy said. She looked down at herself. She was dressed in her blouse again, but from her waist down, she had on only her panties and her stockings. The shoes she was wearing were all right for walking, though. Thank God, she hadn't worn her six-inch spike heels tonight.
"Let's go. We can hitch a ride, then call for help from home."
"Yeah, I guess so," Kristy agreed. She sighed, and started up the slippery hillside. Wendy followed, giggling slightly.
As she topped the slope and stepped onto the crunching gravel of the shoulder, Kristy looked at Wendy.
"What's so funny?"
"You. Dressed like that, we should get a ride with the first car."
"Sure. With our luck tonight, the first thing to come by will be a truck."
"Yeah," Wendy chuckled. "And a horny trucker."
"Horny fucker," Kristy said, snorting a laugh. "Oh, well."
"Let's go."
Kristy walked with her arms crossed over her tits, hugging herself to keep warm. The night air was growing chilly. Her long slender legs were cold. She could feel the wind growing stronger, blowing her shirt tails, lifting them behind her ass, exposing her panties to the passing motorists.
Her under things were still damp from her sweaty dancing. The chilly air made them downright cold against her smooth skin.
"Hope we get a ride soon, Wendy. I'm freezing out here."
Another car zipped by, not even slowing for the view.
"Bastards," Wendy cursed.
"Why the hell don't they stop and pick us up?"
"They can't really see us until it's too late, maybe. Besides, we're not really hitch-hiking, are we? Just walking along the road."
"Bullshit. Two beautiful young things like us, strolling along in the dark, alone, helpless. Only a madman wouldn't stop."
"Maybe only a madman would stop," Wendy said. "Every day the papers are filled with horror stories about hitch-hiking killers."
"Sure. And killed hitch-hikers."
Wendy giggled and Kristy smiled. The air swirled around them, making them both shiver. They walked for a long time before anybody stopped to pick them up.
The van sped by the two girls. Jim was glaring down the highway, mesmerized by the flashing of the broken line down the center of the road. He was concentrating on what he was going to do to that big-titted filly, once he got to her apartment, once he got his hands on those giant tits of hers. He didn't see the two figures walking along the side of the road.
But Jerry did.
"Hey! You see that good-looking shit."
"Huh?"
"Damn it, Jim. Stop this fucking truck and turn around. There's a couple of sweet chicks back there."
"Oh, yeah? Tough pussy, fella. I want those two bitches from the disco."
Jerry slapped his knees, shook his head.
"Idiot! To hell with those frigid cunts, man. There're two good-looking pieces of fuckable meat right here. For God's sake, stop the truck."
"Piss on you and piss on them."
Jerry pounded his knees repeatedly.
"Listen, you stupid dope. We can go after those other two cunts any time we want them. Tomorrow. Next week. But right now we can pick up some good stuff. Fresh cunt, boy. Ain't you listening?"
Jim frowned. He slowed the truck, then made his decision. What the hell? Jerry was right. They could always find those other bitches. And a cunt in the hand was worth two in the apartment, any time.
He pressed down on the brake and spun the wheel. Rick and Fran were rolled over against the wall as the truck made a sharp U-turn.
"Hey, you fucking maniac!" Rick shouted. But Fran was laughing against his chest. He hugged her tighter and held on.
The truck made another sharp U-turn and headed back toward the girls. Wendy squinted at the oncoming lights, partly blinded by their brightness. Kristy kept her eyes looking out toward the field.
Inside the truck, Jim felt his cock lurch.
"Great balls of shit! It's them."
"Jesus, look at those fucking legs."
The van pulled past the girls and drove onto the shoulder, several yards beyond them. As it went by, Wendy's heart skipped a beat.
"It's them!" she gasped. She grabbed Kristy's arm and pushed her down off the road, down the side of the slope. "It's the guy from the disco. They've followed us, Kristy."
Kristy felt her heart go icy with fear. There was no place they could hide.
"Oh, God, no," she whispered.
"Keep moving down the hill. Maybe they didn't see it was us. Maybe they think it was just two girls, other girls, any girls." Wendy was babbling. She wanted to get far away from here. She had seen the glitter in the boy's eyes, and she knew there was only one thing on his mind. And it wasn't giving two girls a lift home.
It was rape!
Wendy was absolutely certain that the boys in the truck would rape her and Kristy, if they caught them.
"We've got to run, Kristy. Run."
Kristy felt the hand on her back give a hard shove forward. Her shoes slipped on the grassy slope, and she fell, skidded downward on her hip and thigh, smearing the whole side of her stocking with grass-stains and soil. She knew she'd tore a long rip up her leg, from just above her knee to the darker band of nylon around the top of the stocking.
"Damn," she cursed. But she was cursing the boys, not her ripped stocking.
"Keep moving," Wendy said, urging her girl friend to get up and run. "We'll have to find someplace to hide if they come after us."
"There isn't any place, Wendy," Kristy whined.
Wendy was searching the darkness, looking for some larger shape that would indicate a house or shed or anything that might offer some kind of shelter. Or maybe some kind of weapon.
"Get some stones," she said suddenly, dropping to her knees on the grassy hill and scrambling around for a fist-sized rock. She found one almost immediately. "Good," she said. "There's a lot of stones here. Get some, Kristy, and if they get close to us, we can really hurt them good."
Kristy knelt and found a rock. She hefted it, felt its solid bulk and weight. Yeah, she could really lay a guy out with this. If she hit him right.
"God, I hope there's only the two of them."
"Me, too, kid," Wendy whispered.
They stood up, their fists clenched tightly around a couple of deadly rocks, and began moving further down the slope. It ended with a slightly steeper drop, but then the field was level for several hundred yards in all directions away from the road.
A flashlight beam speared out over their heads, piercing the blackness with a bright cone of light.
"Get down," Wendy gasped, shoving Kristy to the ground.
They crouched, looking up the slope as the beam bobbed and moved toward the lip of the hill.
Kristy's knee was pressing into the edge of a sharp pointed stone. It sent a throbbing pain into her knee and up her thigh. Somehow, the pain seemed to settle in her cunt, throbbing and pulsing in a tight ring right around her clit.
She watched the light lift suddenly, and the bright lens of the flashlight came into view. Dark shadows stood behind the beam.
"They'll spot us in a few seconds. Get ready to run."
Kristy shifted, took off her shoes. She wanted to remove her stockings, too, but she knew there wasn't time. She watched as the beam flashed downward along the slope. The boy holding it swung it from side to side, then held it on the car.
The girls heard talking, and saw the boys take off running toward the car. The flashlight beam bounced and waved.
'Thank God for little favors," Wendy said. Her voice was quivering. She stood up, then reached down and grabbed Kristy's arm, hauling her to her feet.
"Listen," she whispered urgently. "They saw us come over the side of this hill, so they know we're out here somewhere. It's really just a matter of time before they find us. If we can get back up the hill, maybe down there," Wendy said, pointing to a spot beyond the front of the stopped van, "we can cross the road. There are woods over there. They'll never find us, if we can make it over there."
Kristy was moving before her girl friend stopped explaining the plan. The boys were still occupied by the car, probably thinking that they were hiding near it.
Both girls ran as fast as they could along the base of the slope, wincing as they struck a sharp stone, or stubbed a toe against a fallen tree limb. They quickly ran out of breath. Panting hard, they pulled up. Wendy turned to see where the flashlight beam was.
And just at that moment, it swung right at them.
"Oh, God!" Kristy cried.
"Up," Wendy urged, pushing at Kristy's ass. "Get up the hill as fast as you can. Into the woods."
The light bounced closer and closer. Obviously, whoever held the flashlight was running hard. Kristy's lungs felt like they were about to burst. Wendy was gasping hard, snorting raggedly as she tried to scramble for safety up the hillside.
But the grass here was wet and slippery, and the soil loose. There was no footing. Both girls fell and slid and slipped, cursing every inch of the way as they fought to get away from the boys.
They could hear the running footsteps now.
"Oh, God!" Wendy cried, clawing at the grass. It tore away from the soil in two large clumps, and she rolled back down the slope.
"Kristy!" she shouted loudly. "Keep going!"
Wendy took a deep breath. Well, cuck this shit, she thought. She held two tight Mstfuls of grassy sod. The flashlight beam was aimed right into her eyes. She stood up, faced the running boy squarely and waited.
"That's the good girl," Jim said. He was breathing hard, too. He held the beam in Wendy's face, and moved slowly closer to her.
"Where's your shit-eating buddy," Wendy snarled, playing for time. She knew she was lost.
Her only thought now was for Kristy. She had to hold these fucking creeps at bay until her friend had time to escape.
Jim just grinned at her. He played the bright light slowly downward, aiming it at her big tits. Her tank top was smeared with muddy soil, and strands of grass. It was twisted on her body. Her big tits heaved with the hard effort of her ragged breathing.
"Nice tits, girl. I'm gonna enjoy sucking on those big nipples you got there."
"Choke on them, you shit head," Wendy snorted. The fear seemed to drain from her body. She knew she was going to be raped, now. Knew it as certainly as she knew her name. But she sensed that this guy was not going to really damage her too badly. He was the kind who wanted a good fuck, maybe a good suck, and that was about it.
Or so she hoped.
He played the light beam lower, enjoyed the sight of Wendy's belly, bare and wet and shuddering. She sucked in her tummy as she realized the longer she held his interest, the longer Kristy had to escape.
She cocked one hip high. Her hands were resting on the flare of her ass cheeks, behind her back. She clutched the fistfuls of dirt tighter, getting ready.
The light slipped lower, played over her thighs for a moment before dropping to her knees.
"Tore your stocking, little lady," Jim said.
Kristy looked downward. She hadn't even felt it. The whole knee of one stocking was missing.
"Tough shit," she said, looking back at Jim.
"You're one ballsy broad, you know that?" Jim told her. He found himself admiring the girl. She was scared of him, but she wasn't going to give in to her fear. She had real guts. "Yeah, you're one ballsy, gutsy broad," Jim said, stepping toward her. This was the move she'd been waiting for.
As Jim flicked the flashlight off, and stepped up to her, Wendy stepped backward, brought her hands around and up, and mashed both fistfuls of dirt into Jim's face, grinding hard with the heels of her thumbs.
Jim growled and slapped at her hands. Wendy jerked back, turned to run, and slipped on the grass. She went down hard, rolled away in case the boy was going to jump her. She saw him still standing there, patiently wiping the dirt from his face. She'd missed his eyes. He had a few scratches on his cheeks, but that was all.
She rolled again, and started to get to her feet, but Jim moved quickly beside her. He swept his foot out, knocked Wendy's legs from under her. She went down again, harder. The wind whooshed from her lungs. She lay still, panting.
"Stupid bitch," Jim said, standing over her. He nudged her hip with the toe of his shoe, forcing her to roll over onto her back.
"Real stupid," he said again. The flashlight beam snapped on, right in her eyes. She winced, blinked. Jim lifted his foot and stepped down onto Wendy's right tit, mashing the big firm mound firmly against her rib cage. He wiped the bottom of his shoe off on the front of her tank top.
Wendy lay there, gulping. She felt the boy's shoe rubbing over her nipple. He wiped the shoe again across her tank top, cleaning the outside edge of the sole. Wendy closed her eyes. She knew this was it. He was going to rape her now.
"Please don't hurt me," she said quietly. She was defeated. All evening long she'd felt the rising tide of horniness, the gut-wrenching lust churning within her belly, making her cunt slippery with lubrication, her clit hard with desire.
Her nipples popped into hard little nubs of female flesh when Jim rubbed his shoes on her tank top, scraping the sole over those sensitive buds.
She quivered under his foot. The ground beneath her ass and shoulders was cold and wet, but she barely felt the chill. She was warm. She felt warm and comfortable, lying here under the wild boy's rubbing shoe.
Her tits seemed to expand, to grow huge and heavy as he pressed downward with his foot. He worked the heel of his shoe right over her nipple and ground down.
Wendy grunted. The pressure crushed the air from her lungs. She reached up and grabbed the boy's ankle, slipped her warm hands up under the cuff of his pants.
But instead of pushing the foot away, she found herself massaging the boy's ankle and calf, kneading the hard muscles of his leg.
"Good girl, baby," Jim said to her, grinning down. "You like it, huh? You like being under some guy's heel, huh? Don't you, baby?"
Wendy nodded slowly. She gulped hard as Jim really ground her big tits back against her rib cage. She groaned loudly.
"Hey, bitch. Put your arms up above your head."
Wendy moaned, knowing that this guy was going to play with her before he got down to business. She felt her clit begin to itch. Her nipples hardened into tight thumbs of iron-like flesh.
Slowly, Wendy obeyed the order. She stretched her arms above her head. This position lifted her tits, rounded them under the twisted material of her tank top.
She felt Jim's shoe move off the material and scrape over the flesh of her taut young belly. He pressured downward, feeling the girl's bowels give way under his weight. She was so soft and pliant. He could squash her like a fucking little bug, if he wanted to. His cock went absolutely rigid in his pants. With one hand, he unzipped the front of his jeans and hauled out his massive prick. It bobbed in front of him, a drop of cum juice forming at the very tip, and dripping onto the young girl's bare tummy.
"Please don't do that to me," Wendy begged. She felt the grit and small pebbles in the dirt of his shoes scratching over her bare skin. "Just rape me, you fucking bastard, if you have to. But don't mark me, damn you."
"Sure, kid. Whatever you say."
Jim pulled his foot off the girl's belly. The light moved over her. She started to pull her arms back down, but Jim warned her to leave them above her head.
He knelt beside her, shifted the flashlight to his left hand. He touched her tit. He cupped it firmly, caressed it for a few moments. God, it was the biggest hunk of titflesh he'd ever seen. He wanted to blast his cum all over those huge nipples, bury them in his hot spunk.
He shoved his hand up under the bottom of the tank top, forced the material upward. His hand cupped the warm flesh of her tit, the hard nipple drilling into the center of his palm. He worked the tank top up over her tit and pushed it off her big jugs until it was a wadded doughnut of material around her throat.
He gripped the light in his shaking fist and shined it right at Wendy's tits. Oh, God, Jim groaned to himself. What beauties. They were big and round and firm, without the hint of sag. His palm could cup only the outermost tip. Her nipple really did seem to be as big as his fucking thumb.
He bent forward, his mouth watering. He laid the flashlight down on the grass, and shut it off. His lips stroked the hard flesh of Wendy's erect nipple.
"Ohhh," she moaned. She shifted, turned slightly away, trying to move her big nipple away from the boy's hot lips. She could hardly believe her own sudden surge of excitement. Oh, dear God, no. She didn't want to respond to the boy's nibbling lips and teeth, but her body was betraying her.
Her throat tightened. Her belly quivered. Her cunt drooled. Her nipples burned and itched, and Jim's wagging tongue made her whole body stiffen with a hard, gut-churning jolt of pleasure.
"No, please," Wendy begged, her voice betraying the lie.
"Don't hand me that shit, baby," Jim said, lifting his mouth from the succulent tit. He looked at her pretty face. "You love this fucking shit. Don't you?"
He glared at her. She clenched her fists tightly, but left her arms stretched high.
"Don't you, bitch?" Jim demanded. Wendy looked away from his handsome face. She licked her lips.
Jim reached down and gripped one huge nipple between his thumb and finger, and squeezed hard, twisted the button of exquisitely sensitive flesh.
Wendy gritted her teeth, shut her eyes tight, and stiffened her whole body against the hard pain throbbing in her tit from her crushed nipple.
"Uh," she grunted hard, when the boy released her tit.
"Don't you?" Jim demanded again, stroking the girl's nipple very lightly with the tip of his thumb.
Wendy gulped, but forced herself not to answer. Jim shrugged.
"Piss on you, then," he said calmly. He bent back over her, and sucked the nipple back into his mouth. Wendy gasped. His tongue stroked the hard bud rapidly, and he sucked it with just the right amount of pressure, nipping the outer part of her swollen flesh with his teeth.
"Ohhh," she moaned at last, her chest heaving hard with the pleasure she was feeling. How could this be? She didn't want to be raped. That was the male sex fantasy, wasn't it? The beautiful young girl, forced to suck cock for the first time, or forced to spread her beautiful legs for some wild young stranger, and suddenly loving it. Loving every fucking second of her hard rape.
Wendy felt her body opening as the boy sucked on her tit. She felt her arms relax, her fists unclench. Her legs spread slightly, her thighs shifting, her knees lifting a little bit. Her nipples went so fucking hard they hurt. Her whole body seemed filled with a pleasant warmth, even though she was lying half-naked on the cold wet ground. Her cunt gushed. The fragrance of her cunt juice filled her nostrils, betraying the truth of her body.
Jim smiled as he sniffed the girl's perfume. His free hand started stroking her taut belly, and he could feel her softness, her looseness. His hand moved downward to the waist of her skirt, gripped a handful of material, and started pulling it upward to expose her cunt.
His heart raced. He was going to do it. He was already sucking one of her magnificent nipples, nipping it and slobbering all over it like a new baby at his mother's breast. His hand shook as he yanked at the front of her skirt.
Wendy lifted her ass off the ground, to help him with the fucking skirt. Oh, damn this, damn this, she moaned, rocking her head from side to side. She didn't want it to happen. She didn't want to submit so easily to her rape. But her body wouldn't help her fight him off. It was as though she was far away, watching the whole thing happen to somebody else. She wanted to help him, but she couldn't.
Her arms felt like they were bound above her head. She knew she could bring them down whenever she wished, and use them to claw and scratch at the boy's face. And yet, she knew she couldn't. They actually were bound there, held tightly to the cold ground, by the iron bonds of her own will.
She arched her back, jammed her big tit into Jim's sucking mouth. Her low moan sent a thrill through her body, and she shifted her shoulders, trying to rub her aching, swollen nipple against the boy's teeth.
His hand gave a final hard yank on her skirt, and the snap under the waistband gave way. The wraparound material slipped open, exposing her stocking tops and the warm wet front of her tight panties. Her garter straps were pulled taut along the fronts of her thighs. Jim ran his palm rapidly over the whole front of her belly and thighs, feeling the incredible heat that poured out of her young cunt.
Oh, yeah. She was willing. She was going to love this fuck, Jim told himself. He felt his cock go harder, ready to ream out her cunt hole.
Sucking on her nipple, Jim shifted around until he was stretched out on the ground beside her. His hand cupped her pussy through the material of her panties. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the gooey wetness soaking her panties. Damn right, she was ready.
Wendy groaned when she felt his palm cupping her cunt. She ground her pussy up into his hot palm.
"Come on, baby. Get hot. Get nice and wet, doll," Jim groaned, lifting his lips from her succulent young nipple.
Wendy was writhing wildly under his tongue and searching, tormenting hand. His fingers clawed at the leg holes of her panties, gripped the material, pulled and twisted. Wendy shot her ass high, giving him plenty of room to skin her panties down to her knees.
Jim yanked, pushed, pawed. The panties fought back. Wendy screamed out loud and sat up suddenly. Jim gasped, yanked his hand away from the panties as Wendy bent down over her legs and ripped the damned things off her feet, threw them as far away into the darkness as she could.
"Hot fucking shit," Jim muttered, delighted.
Wendy threw herself down onto her back again, rammed both arms high above her head, as though seeking some hard iron shackles. She was on fire. The wet, cold ground felt like a soft mattress under her horny young body.
She was humping her thighs and cunt up and down, tossing her lovely head wildly from side to side.
Jim's hand grabbed a fistful of Wendy's pussy hair.
"Oh, God," Wendy moaned, her voice a husky whisper of desire. She had been horny all day. The dance had driven her wild with lust. As much as she feared rape, she had to be fucked. Her cunt hole was dripping, screaming for cock.
"Fuck me, you mother-fucking son of a bitch!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Jim gobbled her nipple. His tongue lashed her swollen aching nubbin in a frenzy of hot lust. He sucked. He slobbered all over the bulging globes of Wendy's bare young tits. The wet saliva chilled her nipples, made them grow even harder. She was gasping for breath, her fists tightening and opening as she gulped and groaned and threw her head from side to side.
"Oh, fuck me. Please do it. Hurry. Hurry. Do it now. I need it so fucking bad. Stick your fucking prick into me, you bastard. Fuck me. Hurry," Wendy begged.
Jim pulled his mouth away from her beautiful tits. He kissed his way upward over the young girl's throbbing neck, kissed her earlobe. Wendy caught her breath. She twisted her head away from the torture of the sucking tongue at her ear. Jim made a sudden move, and smothered Wendy's mouth with his own, thrusting his hot tongue between her lips. Wendy opened her mouth wide, and let the boy's tongue inside. She sucked on the fat, wet snake of his tongue, groaning loudly, mashing her full sensuous lips harder and harder against his.
Jim shifted, climbed up on top of Wendy's pumping, undulating body. His chest crushed against her big tits. His weight drove the air from her gasping lungs. His cock slipped quickly between her thighs, and Wendy stiffened at the first feel of the probing cock head. She spread her legs wide, and began humping her tight cunt against Jim's hard cock. He wiggled his ass, fitting his prick into the slippery slit of Wendy's firm cunt, and gave a hard deep thrust that sent his huge cock all the way into her pussy.
Wendy released the boy's tongue and threw her head far back, screaming loudly into the darkness. She thrust her ass high, driving her tight wet hole all the way up the full length of Jim's throbbing prick. She ground her pelvic bones against the boy's body, mashing his balls against the lower portion of her young cunt.
She was too fucking hot. She couldn't stand it another second. She began pumping her cunt up and down on his impaling cock, clenching her tight cunt walls as hard as she could around his thick prick.
Wendy felt her big tits jiggling against the boy's chest. Her nipples felt like diamond-hard drill bits, twisting with pleasure into the front of Jim's shirt.
Her cunt gushed lubrication. Jim's cock slid in and out of her loving pussy like a thick hot knife through melting butter. He knifed into her cunt again and again, matching the wild humping rhythm the youngster had established. She was fucking him. She was raping him.
"Go, baby doll," Jim moaned against her ear. Wendy jerked her arms down and hugged him hard, yanked his body hard against her. Her ass shook under the pounding impact of Jim's cock. Her cunt wails pulsed and burned and clenched with the hot wet pleasure of his driving cock, ramming in and out, deeper and deeper with each gigantic thrust into her guts.
"Oh, God, I'm coming. I can feel it," Wendy gasped, clutching Jim's shoulders tighter. She had never felt it come so fast. She'd never been fucked so damned hard, so fucking deep. It felt like he was using an iron rod in her cunt, not a human cock.
No longer was she far away, a spectator of her own rape. She was right here, totally. She was helping. She was fucking the boy's rigid prick just as much as his cock was fucking her cunt.
She wanted it. She needed it. She had to fucking have it.
"Ohhh," she moaned, shivering and shuddering as she slowly arched high, lifting the boy on top of her. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Now."
She thrust higher, locked her young hard body into a tight bow of pleasure, and began shuddering violently, gasping as she sucked air.
"Ahhhgg!" she groaned in a long, low moan.
Her body thrust and humped and pumped upward, driving higher and higher. She sucked at the boy's cock with her cunt walls, trying to pull his prick right off his body and gobble it into her churning, writhing belly.
Her thighs shook as she held Jim up in the air, her ass cheeks off the ground. Her tits shook as though they were rubber balloons filled with jello. Her nipples felt like they were going to explode.
Her cunt walls gushed her juices, filling her tight channel with a flood of fragrant sauce. The sweet odor wafted out of her tight cunt and filled the air around them. It drove Wendy wilder.
"Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me harder! Do it!" she demanded.
Her fingernails clawed at the back of Jim's shirt, trying to rip the thing off his back. She was like a wild animal in heat. She ground her throbbing clit up and down along the fat shaft of Jim's prick.
Jim felt his balls banging against Wendy's cunt. He could hear the juices gushing out around the base of his cock each time he pulled back, feel the fluids splash as he drove into her again, slamming his balls and prick into her hot pussy.
His balls gave a hard squeeze. Jim jammed his prick into Wendy's cunt and began pumping her full of his hot thick cum. Scalding gouts of spunk blasted into Wendy's pussy. She gasped when she felt the first'spurt gush out of the boy's cock head. It burned her guts. She felt her cunt walls spasm hard as her pussy sucked the boy's cum from his cock.
She grunted as he pounded into her cunt, pumping her full of his cum juices. She slammed flat against the cold ground, her ass cheeks flattening under the boy's hammering prick.
She gasped for breath. Her pussy twitched and dribbled a few last drops of beautiful juice, and she felt the warmth begin to fade. She relaxed her grip on Jim's big shoulders and shoved her arms high above her head again.
His mouth went down to her jiggling bouncing nipple and sucked it into the hot wet cavern, nipping it with his teeth. Wendy jerked at the sharp little pain. But it felt nice. She grunted with each deep thrust. She had never felt so fucking full of cum before. It was fantastic.
She let the boy pump her full. She loved the feel of his hard young body riding hers, fucking her cunt with his massive young prick.
"Oh, Jesus," she moaned, rolling her head loosely on her shoulders, twitching hard each time he fucked into her pussy. "God, you fuck great. I've never been fucked so hard, so fucking deep.
Ohhh, yeah. And so nice and slow. Yeah, do it to me just like that."
Wendy cooed and purred, now that the boy's cum had stopped spurting. He was taking it easy on her, pumping in and out very slowly, rubbing the length of his cock up and down over her hard, young clit. It was so exquisitely sensitive now, after her hard come, and Jim knew just how to rub it for her.
He spurted the last drops of his cum into Wendy's slimy pussy. His cock began softening slowly. He kept up the slow pumping, humping fucking of the youngster's beautiful little pussy hole.
Wendy sighed. She felt completely relaxed now. Jim slowly stopped pumping his cock into her. He lay still on top of her warm body, feeling her breathe beneath him. He kissed her neck, sucked a dark love bite into the soft warm flesh.
Wendy cocked her head down, gave a little giggle.
Jim sighed in pleasure, too.
"God, that was good," Wendy whispered. Her hand came down and began stroking the back of Jim's head, her fingers curling tenderly in his soft, dark hair.'
She rested, feeling the cum dribbling out of her pussy slit. His cock grew soft, and slipped from between her pussy lips. A thick little river of cum slipped out of her cunt.
"You've got the best fucking cunt I've ever fucking creamed in, baby," Jim told her, cupping one big tit. He cupped the big globe of warm flesh, letting her hard nipple slowly soften.
"I sure as hell do," Wendy said suddenly. They both began laughing.