Chapter 7

Hank stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle. He offered Susan a drink and though she shook her head no, something told her she might need a little help before the night was over.

"Okay, maybe just a sip."

"Good girl. I think you're getting to like old Hank a little, aren't you?"

"Sure." She gave him a thin smile. The booze burned in her throat but by the time it got to her tummy, the glow felt good. She let her head rest against the seat as the pickup bounced into the theater. Hank paid and drove on. Susan's heart was beating faster. Despite the fact that her wrist was firmly chained to the steering wheel column, the possibility of escape was better here than it was back in that barred room where Hank kept her.

"Been a long time since I brought a girl to a drive-in," Hank said. "Kinda exciting to do it again." He gave her a hungry look. "Hell, it's real exciting."

"Remember, Hank, you said you weren't going to hurt me with your ... " She blushed and looked at her hands.

"Yeah, I know I'm big and you're little. But by now you must be about ready for another few inches. What I was feeling inside you is too damned good to resist." He pulled up at a post and hung a speaker over the edge of the window. Susan realized that he'd parked way in the back, far away from other cars. She looked around her nervously. Hank shoved the pint into her hand again and she didn't hesitate to take another mouthful. She'd put on a pair of panties, despite Hank's order to go bottomless. He was groping up her thigh now, pushing her dress up to expose the lightly tanned skin.

"I really liked what you did to me in the shower. I've heard that young girls get a hankering for fresh cum sometimes." His finger caressed the nylon of her pantycrotch.

Susan could hardly believe she'd actually done that. It had happened in a moment of unleashed passion. She hadn't thought, hadn't reasoned at all. She'd just suddenly done it. And it made her pant to think about the powerful spurts filling her mouth. How could she make Hank understand that she wasn't interested in becoming a nymphomaniac? Which was exactly what Hank wanted her to become. That's what had attracted him to her mother.

"Yeah, you're wet already."

"A girl is always wet right there," Susan said, frowning. But she knew that she was wetter than normal. Hank's big finger slid gingerly across the sheer nylon. She groaned and rocked her hips. Then he was pulling her panties to one side, fingering her flesh directly. She groaned louder as her outer lips were divided. He found her clit and caressed it until her belly was tight. She shuddered arched her back, panted. Her teeth were clenched Her palms were sweaty. After another soft brush of her clit, Hank eased his cunt-slick finger down to her hole, curled it a little and pushed it inside her.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, grabbing his wrist with both hands. But she didn't try to pull him away. She just dug her fingernails into his flesh as her ass rocked and danced. The fingering went deeper. Her hot, moist folds closed tightly around him. She knew her hungry pussy was pulling at Hank's finger as if it were a cock.

"That's enough of that," he whispered, easing the finger out of her young twat. She gave a sigh of disappointment, unable to keep up her facade of resistance. She could smell her juices on him as he lifted his hand past her face.

"Give me another drink," she murmured, grabbing the bottle from him before he could unscrew the cap. She slugged a mouthful, got it down without coughing too much.

"Admit it, Suzy, baby, you're ready."

"Ready for what?" she said, trying to act aloof. The whiskey helped, but not enough. Her cunt was throbbing, squeezing tightly in on itself, on the emptiness she felt now that she was no longer a virgin. Each time her hole had been penetrated, she'd grown to want it a little more. And now, after Hank's teasing fingerfuck, her ass couldn't keep still. She was drenching her panties and her clit had swollen out to rub against the silky material.

It was dark now and Hank unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. Susan pretended to watch the movie. But they were so far back that she could hardly see the screen. And when Hank unbuttoned her blouse and eased it back from her shoulders, she began to shiver with sexual excitement. But she couldn't let him know just how worked up she was. She wasn't about to let him make a whore out of her.

"Give me your hand," he said.

"No ... "

But he took it anyway, made her curl her fingers around the thick, hot shaft of his prick. The foreskin still half-covered his knob. She could hardly stand to look at it, yet could hardly look away once she'd glanced over. Even in the flickering reflections from the movie screen she could clearly see the shiny blue surface. It looked as wet as her slit and once again she remembered how it had felt to fit her soft mouth against that barb. She reached for the whiskey with her free hand but Hank kept it away.

"I don't want you to get sick drunk on me," he told her.

She squeezed his foreskin, unable to keep from staring as the tightly clinging flesh eased back to expose the throbbing head of his cock. It looked bigger every time she saw it. What fascinated her so much about that swollen, blood-fevered thing? She had pulled his foreskin all the way back now and let her forefinger brush the lobes under his small, slitted opening. Hank sucked in a quick breath.

"Why don't you come over here and sit on Hank's lap?" he said.

"No, I don't want to."

"That don't matter a damn. Come on." He gave the chain a pull, slipping a big hand under her thighs. She was lifted and pulled as her blouse came off. Hank's palms covered her breasts, squeezing them slowly but strongly as she felt the warmth of his chest and belly against her back. His cock jutted up between her parted thighs. He used a hand to rub it against her parted pussy. Her juices were really flowing now and she could smell her musky excitement. So could Hank.

"Baby, I'm going to let you ride me tonight. Just lift up a little so I can push this thing under your hole."

"No, Hank, I'm scared!"

He kissed the back of her neck, sliding his mouth around until he was chewing on an ear lobe. Susan tried to keep from reacting to the thrilling sensations but it was impossible. Hank's tongue explored the dainty whorl of flesh until she was weak and panting harder than before. He lifted her then, pulling his rigid cock under her mound before letting her weight settle down onto it.

Panicked, Susan struggled to keep from being penetrated. Hank laughed, his hands supporting her enough so that just his tip opened her inner folds. She sighed with relief.

"Don't hurt me, Hank! God, don't hurt me!"

"You seem to forget that a female is built for fucking. And a stiff Cock is exactly what you need the most."

"But not one as big as yours." She wriggled despite her fear. The surfaces of her cunny were wet and smooth and they slipped around the hot, slick head of Hank's prick. She sagged a little, letting herself relax in Hank's arms. Oddly enough, she'd forgotten all about trying to escape. At least for the moment. There was only that itchy, tingling pleasure that wouldn't stop throbbing through her cunt. She began to rock her hips from side to side but, when Hank let her down again, she stiffened.

"Hank! You said you ... uhhhhh, ohhhh God, it's going in!"

The stretching the big man had given her before had made it easier for his cock to enter her again. His cocktip opened her muscles and forced past the squeezing resistance. She wriggled faster, unable to resist scratching the crazy itch. Hank laughed and took his hands away from her ass completely. Susan's eyes went wide.

"Ohhhh!" She knew that the slightest movements would let her slide down over that rigid, thickened cockshaft. Yet with the thrilling tickles pounding through her twat, how could she stay still? Hank seemed to sense this. He pinched her young, pink nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

"Just enjoy it, baby, 'cause you're gonna get it all!"

"Mhhhhuuuuhh," Susan babbled, straining to remain totally still. It didn't work. Her hips plunged ever so slightly. She couldn't resist the greasy, sexy feel of her hole around the big man's standing cock. She slipped down another inch as the streamlined head of his prick plowed her tissues open.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"That's a girl. Little by little. You're gonna take it all before you're through."

"I don't wanna take it all! I'm scared, I ... ohhhh my God! Ohhhh shit, it's stretching me inside! Stretching me so deep!"

Susan could feel that thing going into her. She could feel every inch of penetration. Her pussy was flooding its sexy juices now, trying to make the passage easier. And she just could not keep still. She was tickling like crazy! Her clit pounded like it was a tiny heart. Her back rubbed against Hank's stomach. He caressed her breast with one hand, her ass with the other. But he would not support any of her weight. She was being skewered slowly but surely as gravity pulled her down onto him.

"Whhhuuuuhh, whhhaaaah," she babbled, eyes half-lidded with lust. The itchy pleasure spread in radiant waves across her skin. She gave herself a curse for not being stronger willed. Could anyone resist such tempting ecstasy? With a groan of despair, she let her hips plunge once, twice, then three times. Every plunge lost her half an inch. And she was really beginning to feel full now!

Panicked, she put both hands across her cunt, grasping for the rod that was sliding into her hole. Her fingertips played across the slick surfaces as she traced it upward to the place where her dainty pink folds were stretched out around it. Even as she touched there, she moved her hips again and her body descended. There was the slippery sound of her juicy flesh slipping downward around the stiffness. Her head fell back against Hank's shoulder and he kissed her mouth hungrily, his hips beginning to move in the truck seat as he fingered her clit.

"How much more?" she whimpered, too shocked to guess.

"Another three inches and you've got me to the hilt."

"Another three inches and I'll be dead."

"Naw, you'll be in heaven."

"Oh Hank, ohhhhh!"

By now she was past caring. Her ass began to plunge even without her thinking about it. She clawed at her own cunt as she felt the last few inches of Hank's hard-on slide inside her body. And still she felt nothing hurting her! Could it be that she was that deep?

"Ahh, ahhhh, it's so good, Hank! Ohhhhh I'm gonna die, it's so good. I don't care if I die! God! Uhhhhh!"

She whipped her ass forward and back. Sitting on that thing made it gouge against her most secret places. Her pussy seemed to quiver around the jerking rhythm of Hank's cock. And the juicy sound of their fucking was like a naughty song of lust. She babbled happily as Hank kissed her and fondled her small breasts while he worked his hips under her writhing body.

It amazed her to be able to feel the shape of his barb. It was buried so deeply inside her, yet she could feel it swelling and shrinking as they rubbed together. Her clit stood out from her slit like a tiny finger. Hank caressed it with a slick finger, feeling her tit at the same time, kissing her mouth until she moaned softly through her nose.

"Mmmmmmmm, Hank!"

"God, you're tight."

"Can you feel me squeezing you?" Susan tightened her muscles as hard as she could. Hank's eyes opened with surprise. "Jesus Christ!"

"Like that?"

"Do it again." He bit her chin and fondled her clit until she shuddered with passion. "Come on, baby, do it again."

"Okay ... " Biting her lip, Susan strained to squeeze him. This time she knew that she trapped the blood in his shaft. The swelling head inside her body felt like a huge plum now. She writhed downward, scratching the itchy pleasure into a maddening fury of sensations.

She was coming now, her body exploding with quivery thrills. Her skin was on fire. Her breathing had gotten ragged and wild. She pitched violently as her body slipped the final fraction of an inch. Deep, deep inside her she felt something stretching her womb's opening. Hank grunted passionately, his big arms locking her against his chest and belly. He slammed his hips upwards from the truck seat while Susan squirmed in a carnal fit of ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried, her clit throbbing rhythmically. Inside her she could feel the walls of her cunt closing down around the thick, hot cock. Her womb ached. Then the hot spurts of cream were filling it, filling her. She bucked forward and back, her long brown hair flying. Hank kept her from hurting herself, kept his big hands on her tits, his mouth on her neck.

"God! Ohhhhhh, God! Ohhhh woweeee! Ohhhh, Hank, it's killing me!"

The oily slickness was leaking out of her fast, joined by the big man's thick curds. Exquisite ripples of pleasure knifed through her flesh. Her tender flesh was swollen with blood where Hank's cock penetrated. It was all soft down there but inside the surfaces were spongy firm. She danced atop his cock. She rode it high and hard. She felt Hank lifting her up and letting her down again as he fucked from below. And all the while the hot sap was filling her, leaking from her pussy, filling her again.

"You okay?" Hank whispered when she sagged in a half-faint in his embrace.

"Yeah, I guess so." Susan blinked and tried to make her mind work. "You came inside me, didn't you?" Susan thought it might be appropriate to cry. But she was too exhausted.

"Hey, I remember an old trick I used to use when I was younger," he said. "You wait while I go to the concession stand. I should be able to talk somebody into letting me have some pop in a bottle."

Susan held her breath. But before Hank left her, he wrapped the chain around the steering column a few more turns and padlocked it. She cursed him as she watched him walk away.

The cum was dripping out of her cunt pretty fast now and she gave a little sob as she realized what her lust had let happen. She hadn't meant to get that excited. She was trying to think only of escape. But once that huge cock had gotten inside her, she hadn't been able to think straight at all.

"Ohhh, my poor little cunt is still tingling. I could almost get in the mood to fuck again." Susan bit her lip and thought about her chances of attracting attention. Would anyone believe her story even if she was able to get help? Or would they even agree to help her when they saw how big Hank was? It was too late anyway. He was on his way back.

Hank made her squat outside the car while he shook the bottle of pop and squirted it up her pussy. The carbonated soda stung, but when he told her it was a sure cure for the pregnancy blues, she gritted her teeth and stood the pain.

"Ohhhhh, I'm such a mess now," she whined, wiping the sticky pop off her thighs with her panties.

"Maybe we should go on back home and clean up. I wouldn't mind having another go at that beautiful little pussy of yours. It's starting to fit my cock perfect now."

"I'm too sore, Hank."

"You're just getting broken in." He gunned the engine to life. Susan saw that he'd forgotten to lock his end of the chain around the steering column again. She tried to gather it in a little in case she had a chance to run. But she was wearing only her skirt and blouse. Hank had made her leave her sandals at home. A precaution to keep her from running too fast, no doubt.

But the sex had made him drowsy and when he pulled up at a light in town, she knew she had to move fast or forget about it forever. Wrapping the last foot of chain around her arm, Susan kicked the door open suddenly and fled barefoot across the empty parking lot of a supermarket. She heard Hank curse, heard him throw the car in gear and burn rubber turning around. She headed down a street, wondering if she dared ask for help from someone who lived in one of the houses she passed. But nowadays, a person was as likely to slam the door in her face as help. She decided to run on, though by now Hank was turning the corner at the beginning of the street. Headlights fanned across her.

There was an alley and Susan ducked into it. Where was a cop when she really needed him? Halfway down the alley she knew she'd mad a bad mistake. It ended at the back of a warehouse, a dead end. And Hank's headlights had caught her again. She wheeled, staring at the blinding beams, helpless to go any further.

Hank pulled to a stop and came towards her. She fled back a few more yards and tried beating on the locked door of the warehouse. It was no good. Hank was pissed. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She was trembling.

"Don't hurt me. I'm sorry Hank, I just had to try and get away."

"I'm gonna take you home and beat the living shit ... " He stopped, his face changing. Somehow the chase had worked on him. She could feel his hard cock pounding against her thigh. Then he turned and dragged her back to the car. He killed the lights and wrestled her onto the hood.

"No, Hank! God no! Not here!"

He tore off her panties and pushed up her dress. Her long legs sprawled as she tried to dig her heels against the cool metal, tried to wriggle backwards. But Hank held her firm, his pants falling. She watched him step out of them. In the dim light from a lightpole, she saw his cock. It looked even bigger than when she'd nestled down onto it at the drive-in. And though Hank was hurting her with his fingers, she felt strength in her weakness. She felt like a wild animal who'd been cornered and now was about to be fucked.

"Oh damn you, yesss!" she hissed between clenched teeth as he leaned over her naked body. Then he was forcing her thighs apart and she felt her pussy open wetly. "Ohhh yes!"