Chapter 8
"C'mere, bitch," Adams snapped, walking over to her. "I'm going to take my time with you this time. Since Larry went ahead and used your mouth, I figure it's time for me to use that hot little pussy of yours."
"You sound like a real nut, you jerk," Kimberly snapped at him. "You're crazy."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Ever since I fell out of that tree while chasing you, I've been crazy to fuck you. Shit! When I chased you up that tree I had a good look at that hot little blonde cooze of yours. I knew I was going to plow into it someday."
"No," Kimberly told him, regaining some of her composure. "I don't like you at all. You wouldn't be any fun."
"Fun? Who cares about whether or not you think I'm fun. What matters is whether or not you're fun for me."
He was already in the process of finally stripping down, and when Kimberly once again saw his whang, even smaller and thinner than Larry Mueller's, it took all her will power not to laugh in his face. She didn't want him slamming the hell out of her. Nor would she give in too readily. After all, she didn't want him finishing with her before Mickey got there.
She tried leaping up from the blanket on the floor, but Adams, now totally naked, tripped her and she fell back down again. Then he was pressing down on top of her, his slavering mouth slurping its way all over her young, naked, exposed body.
"If only you had tits," he told her. "I'd fuck my cock between them every time I get a chance. I dig a chick with a pair like your friend, Angela. More than knockers, they're a real set of boulders."
Adams crushed her body down, letting his hands slide over the sweat-damp contours of her waist and hips. Her golden hair looked like a halo around her head as it splayed out all over the dark blanket beneath her. He was trying to kiss her, and Kimberly thought the idea extremely repulsive. But then, Adams was extremely repulsive. She twisted her head from side to side, but he tangled his fingers in her hair and forced her to remain still while he clamped his mouth on her. She could feel the slimy lance of his tongue eeling its way into her mouth, trying to elicit some response from her own tongue. But there was his musclebound, hard body pressing into hers, and she was already more than a little aroused from having eaten on Mueller's slender wand of cock. Now, as she felt the straw-thin penis of Adams press against her, Kimberly found herself fighting her own internal reactions.
His hands were rubbing her nipples now, pulling on them until they throbbed, almost as if expecting to make her breasts pop out from being yanked.
"So who you kiddin'?" Adams asked. "This ain't the first time we been together. You like being fucked. So I'm going to do you a big favor and fuck you. I'm going to fuck you, hard. I'm going to tug on your nipples until they're stiff, then I'm going to squeeze your asscheeks, and finally I'm going to ram my long, thick dick into your cunt." His long, thick dick? Really! He actually believed he had a large penis. He was a real sickie.
"I can smell your pussy burning from up here. So I'm going to hose it down and put out the fire."
"No-no-no...." Kimberly gasped, most of her words sounding into his open mouth as it covered hers.
She was in heat, and the lousy rat was right. She did want to be fucked. It was merely a question of by whom. She just didn't feel like getting it from Adams. But his rough, crushing hands, running all over her body, were making her more aroused in spite of the primitive way he was handling her.
Beneath the heavy pressure of his weight, the lithe, naked girl writhed and wriggled, straining as if trying hard to escape. But every movement of her body only brought her cock-starved body into closer contact with the skinny penis trying to rub against her. She could feel the throbbing, urgent pulsing flames coming from inside it. And she could sense the way his scrotum sac rubbed against her thighs like gooey clay. Yes, she would allow him to fuck her. She knew that she would have allowed it even if Mickey wasn't coming to rescue her.
Hell! Adams had no idea how much in heat she had lost herself. She was at the point where she would have begged him for it had she not been so busy fighting him off. She was wildly aroused, and had he backed off now, she would have been utterly frustrated.
Yet she continued resisting him, tearing at his flesh with her nails even as he split her thighs wide apart and pushed them back against her budding nipples. Above her, his ugly face leered, his lips stretched back over ugly yellow teeth. While he pressed on the backs of her thighs with one arm, the fingers of his other hand delved into her juicing pussy. He dug mercilessly into her tight, vaginal lips, forcing two dry fingers into her, working them around and around, making her interior stretch, ruthlessly ramming them as far up into her tight passageway as they would go. He had them spinning like the beaters of an electric mixer, until all Kimberly could do was rotate her body in a hopeless attempt to lessen the severity of his pressure. And all the while his thick torso was rocking back and forth, pressing down against her loins, his bones pressing her soft flesh. She could feel his skinny cock rubbing against one of her asscheeks, and it made her shudder all the more violently.
"Stop it, stop it!" she was murmuring, not daring to scream lest Adams take her seriously and stop. But even as she begged him to stop she knew she wanted, more than ever, a good screwing from his cock. She was humping her hot cunt up at his body all the more eagerly, and when he thrust his head between her legs, they scissored tightly around his neck.
"You lousy bitch," he whispered, his fetid breath blowing into her face. "Beg me for it before I fuck the breath right out of you."
"Drop dead!" Kimberly gasped, tightening her calves around his neck.
"Beg!" Adams insisted, and slapped her butt. "Beg!" Another slap.
"Never !"
"BEG!" and this time he hit very hard.
"All right, all right!" she gasped. "Fuck me, FUCK ME!"
"That's more like it," he laughed. "Now, since you want it so bad, you put it in."
His hands still continued touching her body all over. She looked over at Larry Mueller, but he was lying there with his eyes closed, as if fast asleep.
Reaching down, she grabbed Jason's skinny little cock and began bringing it closer to her body. He lay against her thighs, and she could feel his heartbeat through her own flesh.
"Jerk on it, make it harder," he ordered. With her slender fingers she massaged the skinny little organ until his prick was wet and shining with his own wet secretions. Then she rubbed the knob of his shaft all over her widely splayed cunt lips, touching her clitoris again and again. She could feel her pussy lips reaching out and trying to suck it into her. She had to have it all inside her if she was going to get any kind of relief at all. And she needed it inside her, now.
With a gasp she brought the swollen point to her hungering opening and aimed it dead center. She shuddered as she felt his pelvis inch forward a fraction of an inch and he slowly began insinuating his arrow into her willing target. She felt his hands reach under her buttocks and raise them, while she used her ankles around his neck for leverage. He pushed hard, forcing her knees even farther back until they actually framed her face. Her sopping cunt was a wide-open hole, helplessly splayed before the spike of his tiny cock, readied for skewering. She felt his hands grip her shoulders tightly. The smallness of his penis was such that she was afraid he would slip out of her before he had a chance to really stab it in. He wasn't smart enough to gently ease it in, thereby making sure it would definitely go in. He would roughly try ramming it in, as if trying to show off his masculinity. And that would be the reason why it could pop out of her. And if that damn little penis didn't go inside, she'd go screamingly crazy.
Adams held her shoulders tightly, then lunged forward, hard. The mushroom shape of his penis-head was so thin, it sank right into her unresisting hole, sending great ripples of sensation ahead of it, much the way a torpedo sent ripples ahead of itself in the water. He continued slamming in until the skinny tip was as far in as it could go. She heard his thighs smack against her upturned ass cheeks. Then he began grinding his hips circularly.
Kimberly's arms beat at empty air as her calves locked tightly around his neck. Her heels beat on his back and she shuddered, not realizing just how much she had needed to be fucked.
The only trouble was, Adams's cock just wasn't doing the job. It didn't fill her, leaving part of her almost totally empty. Nor did it touch all the walls of her vagina. Hell! It felt thinner than a finger!
He began humping back and forth, overjoyed to have his tiny cock buried in her seething snatch, at last. He moved so quickly there was almost no friction because his leaking penis was oozing as much oil as her tight cunt. Still, he continued lunging into her, burying his cock as deep as he could, each time.
All she could do was lie under him and feel the pressure of his phallus, if his pinky-sized member could be called a phallus, as it attempted to touch one inner wall at a time. Damn! How utterly stupid she felt, with her thighs spread wide for this disgusting imitation of a human being, who was getting his way with her a second time only because of his association with Larry Mueller.
"Damn it!" she yelled. "DAMN IT! Get out of me, I can't stand you. GET OUT!"
"Shut the fuck up," Adams cried, sharply slapping her face.
"I can't stand you," she yelled. "I hate you! Get out, get out, GET OUT!"
"BITCH!" Adams bellowed, and backhanded her across the face, hard. "I told you that I'd get even with you for making me break my arm. I'm going to fuck you until you're just raw, bleeding meat inside."
That'd take forever following forever, Kimberly thought, her head tossing wildly on the blanket, tears forming in her eyes.
She hadn't believed it would be possible for any male to make her cry. Certainly she didn't think Jason Adams, the worst imitation of a human being on the face of the earth, would be the one to bring tears to her eyes. Yet here she was, sniffling and sobbing, lying there helpless.
And then the door to the house was flung open, and six big guys, all around eighteen, came tromping in, all holding flashlights and tire irons.
"See," Kimberly heard Stacey's agitated, high-pitched voice, screeching. "See what I told you-see what they're doing to her!"
A moment after Adams had pulled out of Kimberly, and before Larry Mueller was aware of what was going on, the two were knocked unconscious as the tire irons rose and fell with regularity. Bones cracked and there was blood splashing around as a number cuts were opened.
Stacey was already helping Kimberly into another room where she could dress. By the time she had her clothes on, it was all but over.
She walked back into the bare living room and saw the two lousy muscleheads completely beaten, both unconscious, and each with at least one broken extremity.
"Come on," Mickey said, wrapping an arm around her. "Let's get the hell out of here. I ought to call the cops, but that would mean getting your name smeared all over the papers."
"No," Kimberly said, the tears on her cheeks dry by now. "I think you taught them enough of a lesson. You hit them so fast they had no idea who you were. It's just as well. Not knowing who you are means they won't be able to come after you on some dark night"
"I would have been here sooner," Mickey told her, helping her walk to her house. "But I was in the middle of closing up the gas station when Stacey came by. It was a good thing the guys who work with me were still there."
"I feel kind of embarrassed, what with their looking at me and all," Kimberly muttered.
"Don't worry," Mickey assured her. "They really didn't see much of anything. What you need now is a good night's sleep. Then you and I can kind of get together, later."
"Sure," Kimberly nodded. "Just don't say anything to my folks."
"I won't," he promised.