Chapter 1
"No," the girl moaned, twisting her face away from the burning-hot cockhead that throbbed inches away from her cheek. "No, take it away!"
The burly blond youth shook his cock in the girl's pretty, fearful face. "C'mon," he said, half-roughly and half-pleadingly. "Just take it in your little mouth and suck on it. You'll like it. Pretend it's a popsicle!"
The slim but big-titted girl turned from side to side, seeking help or escape. The lookout point was deserted. Above them, a hundred and fifty yards away, were radio transmitters blinking red lights into the night, and a darkened Forest Service information center. Even if an engineer from one of the radio stations with equipment on the crest had been up tinkering with the broadcasting gear he wouldn't have heard her cries for help. And even if another car drove up to the lookout she couldn't expect assistance. Young lovers often used this place.
The teenager imagined she could feel the heat from the rigid prick the horny youngster was waving at her. His body was a black hulk above her. Her full, ripe boobs rose and fell to her panicked breathing.
The youth's voice turned menacing. "Suck it," he said gruffly. "Suck my prick, Marcy, and do it now!"
Marcy Jennings shook her head fearfully. She'd known she shouldn't come up here with her boyfriend! But she didn't dare refuse. As far as she knew she was the only virgin in the senior class at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School and she didn't want the fact spread around!
When she'd agreed to drive up with the youth, she'd been sure that if she put him off politely but firmly everything would be all right. It never occurred to her that the boy might not take no for an answer!
"Billy," she said in a trembling voice. "Take it easy, Billy. Don't get up-"
"Suck my cock!" the boy roared.
The seventeen-year-old girl acted instinctively. Billy Bramblett's car was one of those little foreign imports with the reclining front seats. He'd driven into the lot and dropped the seat back from behind Marcy. Then before she'd known what was happening he was all over her, mauling her jugs with his hands, kissing her. With a squeal of fear she'd pushed him off her-only to have him come back with a cock the size of a salami!
Now her hand found the door handle and jerked it open. Cold mountain air rushed into the car as Marcy tumbled out. The gravel bruised her shins. She clambered to her feet, losing one of her shoes and kicking the other off. Then she took off for the woods that fringed the parking area. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from the enraged, lust-maddened boy!
She heard his door slam open and the crunch of his shoes on the gravel. Her legs were long for her height and she had sheer fear to spur her on. The shadowy pine woods weren't far away. Another few flying strides-
His blond hair flying, Billy Bramblett caught the fleeing girl in a long tackle. She went down with him on top of her, his big hard cock poking into her back. Marcy cried out in pain as her boobs were crushed into the sharp gravel.
A harsh hand twined in her auburn hair. Billy was twisting the girl's arm up behind her back in a powerful hammerlock. Despite the wrestling hold, Marcy fought like a wildcat. Her luscious young body writhed on the gravel in spite of the way it bruised her jugs and her bare thighs. Her head whipped from side to side.
"Knock it off, bitch!" Billy grunted in her ear. "I'm warning you-"
She brought her head up sharply and smacked him in the nose. He blinked in surprise as blood began to pour from his aching nostrils. Then with a howl of rage he dragged the still-struggling girl to her feet.
He threw brawny arms around her in a bear hug and carried her back to the car. "Ohh!" she cried as he threw her to the ground beside the open passenger door. Then she grunted as his weight came down on her back.
Keeping her pinned between his strong thighs, Billy reached into the back of his car and came up with a coiled rope. Quickly, he tied both Marcy's wrists tightly behind her back. Then he stood up, hauling her off the ground by an arm.
"Wha-what are you doing?" the girl asked, afraid but defiant. Billy's answer was an open-handed slap that sent Marcy reeling back against the car frame. She shook her head to clear her vision, feeling the boy's palm print burning on her cheek.
"I'm going to teach you to play around with me, bitch," the young man gritted. He was busily threading his belt out of the loops in his jeans. "Turn around!"
When Marcy didn't respond he grabbed her arm and spun her around, dragged her around the open door and draped her rudely across the car. Before the stunned adolescent could move, Billy yanked her skirt up around her waist and ripped the panties from her plump, rounded ass!
The cheeks of Marcy's butt were firm and gleamed palely in the moonlight. The wisp of cunt fur visible between her thighs was dark, inviting mystery to the boy's eager eyes. But first.. . he raised the belt.
Breathless and off-balance, Marcy sought to gather her thoughts. Irrationally overriding everything else was the humiliation of having her bare ass exposed. To have Billy greedily eyeing the nakedness of her young ass was bad enough, but what if someone came along?
Then all thoughts were driven from the girl's mind as Billy's belt came down on her ass with all his strength. It sounded like a rifle going off, and it felt as if he'd smacked her ass with a two-by-four with a nail in it. "Yeow!" yelped the tied-up girl.
Panting like a winded dog, Billy gazed down at his captive. Her ass-flesh seemed to quiver in anticipation of another blow. Even in the eerie half-light of the moon he could see the band of the belt-weal crossing the black crack of her ass. It looked like a dark stripe across the glowing skin of Marcy's butt, but he knew it was hot and pink-and painful!
This was a kind of turn on he'd never had before! His big cock drummed with the fury of his pulse, straight and solid with desire. Soon enough he'd fuck that cock into his helpless captive. But now he was going to whip her until she crawled and begged for mercy . . . until she pleaded to be allowed to suck his cock and end her torment!
Crack! Another weal crisscrossed the first. Marcy's half-naked body bucked into the air. "Aaaiiiiiiiii!" she screamed. The metal hood of the car buckled with a twang like a musical saw as she squirmed, feeling the pain raging out of her tortured asscheeks. The rope was rubbing her wrists raw.
"Stop!" she sobbed. "Don't! Quit-I give up! I'll do anything you want." She couldn't stand any more pain. She'd never dreamed anything could hurt so bad.
Billy felt a spasm of disappointment. He hadn't expected his beautiful girlfriend to give in this easily! He started to lower the belt.
And then it hit him. Why should he stop now? He had the girl completely in his power! He could make her suck his cock any time.
Right now he was going to relish the feel of leather striking shrinking bare ass-flesh, the sight of dark welts appearing on the flawless skin, the struggling of the helpless captive!
Again he lashed out at Marcy's ass. "YIIIIII-IIIIIIII!" This time the belt curled over her right butt-cheek, crossing the two lines left by his other strokes. Gravel flew as she kicked and scrabbled her toes futilely in the dirt, crazy with the pain. Her white thighs were parted now, and Billy could see a wealth of chestnut cunt fur between them, black in the stark moonlight.
He had an idea. His cock bobbing before him, he walked toward the front of his car. Her body wracked by agonized sobs, Marcy turned her head to watch him. With a grin of self-satisfaction, he raised the belt again.
This time the leather tongue landed right along the shallow crevasse between Marcy's spread-out asscheeks. The very tip of the belt curled in and snapped the delicate lips of the girl's pussy like a scorpion's sting!
"WaaaaaagggggHHAAAIIIIII!" Marcy's wail of agony was loud as an air-raid siren. If there was anyone for miles they should have heard the shrill and pain-filled noise. But the forest around them was still. Above them the moon looked on impassively and beyond the cliff the lights of the city twinkled.
Marcy felt as though her brutal boyfriend had built a bonfire on her ass! The pain washing over her butt from the flogging just didn't stop. And the agony in the mouth of her pussy was like a bee sting! "Ohhh," she moaned, "ahhhh!"
Her lovely body stirred restlessly on the hood. Billy gloated over the tortured captive. An unholy light burned in his eyes. This was power, like nothing he'd ever known before! Air whistled as the belt rose high and fell.
Once more the leather hitting nude flesh rang round the clearing, followed by another anguished cry from the teenaged girl. Her bare thighs drummed against the side of the car as she flailed her legs at the pain devouring her ass.
Then Billy was raining blows on Marcy's ass like a summer hailstorm! The girl thrashed around the car hood and shrieked till her throat got raw. All to no avail. The louder she yelled the harder Billy whipped her butt. The belt slashed at her ass till she wondered if any skin was left on her flaming buttocks.
Her butt was a dull glow of welted flesh when Billy let his whip-arm slump to his side. It ached from the exertion of lashing Marcy's ass. "Now," he puffed, quivering with the need that filled his mammoth prick. "Do you want me to stop?"
Gulping, Marcy nodded. "Y-yes," she groaned. "Oh God, yes!"
"Then tell me you'll suck my cock!"
Marcy opened her mouth to say the words. She choked on them. The idea of that mighty prick pulsing and pumping in her mouth, spitting foul jism that would coat her tongue and run like oil down her throat. . .
Whack! Another whip stroke cut down the crack of her ass. Marcy's vision went red. "Ahhh-all right!" she stammered when the pain had subsided enough to let her speak. "I'll do it! I'll do anything you say!"
"Then say it! Say it, or I'll rip your ass to shreds!"
Marcy licked her lips. Her butt-cheeks clamped themselves firmly together in fear of another cut of the belt. "I. . . will. . . suck . . . your . . . cock!"
"You'll beg to suck my cock, you filthy bitch."
She shut her eyes. "Please . . . allow me to suck your cock." She couldn't believe it was her own voice forming those words. But she couldn't stand to be beaten any more!
"That's better," Billy said. "On your knees!"
Almost grateful, Marcy let herself slide from the hood onto the ground. The gravel was uncomfortable beneath her knees. She scarcely noticed. The pain in her ass overrode her other feelings.
Heart thumping, she turned to face Billy. Her eyes opened to behold the fat head of his prick, swollen like a purplish balloon. He was holding it in one hand. The other slipped around behind her neck and guided her head forward.
"That's a good girl," Billy said. "Just suck on my prick."
The tip of the cock touched Marcy's tightly-pressed lips. The alien smell of cock filled her nose. Can I go through with it? she thought dizzily.
She opened her mouth. Instantly the prick began sliding between her lips. She had to open her jaws wide to take the thick cock in. The skin of Billy's prick was dry to her lips. Her tongue coiled up in the back of her mouth, trying to escape contact with the youth's cock.
"Ahhh," Billy moaned. He caressed her cheek. "That's niiiiiiice." Then he pulled the cock outward.
Marcy almost fainted with relief. The meaty taste of cock was making her head swim. It was all over! He was giving up-he'd had his kicks! She was free!
Then he fucked the cock violently back into her face. Marcy's eyes bulged as the prick filled her mouth. And it didn't stop! The bead of the prick traveled past her mouth and slid into her throat!
Her stomach turned over. The underside of Billy's cock was pressing down on her reluctant tongue. That huge prick slid endlessly into her throat.
Her gag reflex took over. Her body shook as the muscles in her neck closed around the bar of Billy's prick, trying to force the invading cock out. It didn't work. Instead it made Billy cram his prick into her face more greedily than ever!
Marcy gagging made her throat grab Billy's prick and jack it off like an avid hand! He felt her breath stirring in the coarse hair at the base of his cock. In the sudden spasm of her reflexes, her tongue had begun to lash wildly at the underside of Billy's cock as though trying to drive it out of her mouth!
It was too much. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," he sighed, and filled the girl's throat with one great spurt of jism.
Marcy gagged again as the backblast of come roiled up around the prick buried in her throat. "Ugggghhhhh! Urk!" she coughed. She was rewarded by a second spasm of Billy's cock.
Now the reeking come filled her mouth. Her horrified premonition had come true! Her boyfriend's jism coated her tongue like flour paste. It tasted bleachy, with a salty sweet tang that made r sick.
Still the cock pulsated to the fury of Billy's climax, expanding so far with every surge of come that Marcy feared her jaw would pop out of its hinges! She was overwhelmed by the pungent flavor of Billy's come. Then some of it went into her nasal passages and she began coughing.
Jism sprayed through the girl's nostrils, all over Billy's crotch. He laughed and wagged his cock in her face. The orgasm hosing jism into the girl's mouth was dying away. But he didn't care. The fun had just begun!
Marcy felt her mouth overflow with come. The stuff ran down her chin and dripped onto the front of her rumpled, soiled dress. Billy's left leg was smashing one of her tits against her chest.
After a sick eternity Marcy felt the cock go still in her mouth. She shuddered. She could feel the come in her mouth, on her lips, even running from her nose. She wanted to die.
"What are you waiting for?" Billy demanded abruptly. "Keep sucking my cock!"
Marcy's green eyes flicked up in disbelief. The look on Billy's face told her she didn't dare disobey. Weakly she tightened her lips around the now-rubbery stalk of his prick.
He put a palm on her face and began to push her back. The palm was wet with sweat. His prick slipped inch by inch from Marcy's lips. Sucking noises issued from around the withdrawing prick, and the girl's cheeks hollowed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Billy moaned orgiastically. Even though he'd just come like there was no tomorrow, the sweet suction of the girl's mouth on his cock felt incredibly good. "Use your tongue, baby."
Marcy was already appalled by the fact that she was swallowing Billy's come. But first the reflex action of her throat had drunk the jism down, and now her sucking drew the rank come into her stomach. To think of running her tongue around the repulsive prick stunned her.
What she could see of Billy's big prick, stretching from her distended lips to the bush at his crotch, was slimed with greenish-glowing sperm. To think of her own tongue swirling around that cock, scooping up that jism. "Your tongue! Or I'll use the belt on your tender titties!"
Marcy's heart almost stopped at his threat. She knew he'd carry it through. And if his belt had hurt her ass so hideously, what would it be like on her melon-like jugs! She shuddered. Her tongue curled around the withdrawing cockshaft like an oily serpent.
Billy put his head back. This was the life! A lovely, helpless female captive to suck his prick for him-as often as he wanted! And no arguing about swallowing his come, the way some girls at school did. Marcy would drink his jism and be grateful-or feel the belt caressing her naked ass!
Marcy felt his prick growing hard again as her tongue laved around it. The taste of jism was still very strong. Another time she might have actually enjoyed the fiercely male flavor of come, but not now. All she could think about was what the brutal boy would do to her next. Her probably wouldn't just want to fuck her face again.
How right she was! The cock hardened like setting cement. Marcy felt his pulse quicken, feeling it transmitted to her lips through the tube of his prick. His breath was coming like a bellows.
"All right!" he cried at last. He yanked the prick from his victim's face. It whipped up, flinging drops of saliva into her eyes and hair. She blinked. "Now, stand up and turn toward the car."
Numbly, Marcy did as she was told. The gravel dug into the soles of her feet. "Now bend over."
Here it comes, Marcy thought, but she obeyed. Once again she felt him life her skirt, felt the wash of air on bare and now burning asscheeks. He was going to rape her now. She would lose her cherry by force to this terrible, sadistic youth. She felt sad, desolate.
Sweat-salty palms stung her ass. "Owwwww!"
Marcy cried, though Billy's touch was surprisingly light. To her discomfort, he exerted pressure on her butt. Then she realized he was moving the demiglobes of her ass apart. Why was he doing that?
She found out. Something like the tip of a policeman's rubber baton poked into the fisted pucker of her asshole. Instantly it began to press inwards. Marcy felt the taut ring of flesh guarding the portal of her ass begin to give way.
"Nooo!" she gasped. He was trying to fuck her up the ass! The thought made her frantic with fear. She couldn't stand that! The obscenity of such an invasion was bad enough-but the tiny passage of her poop chute would certainly not accommodate such a gigantic cock as Billy's! She'd burst wide open. "Dooooooon't!"
Billy grinned down at the twin mounds of Marcy's ass. His fingers curled around her buttocks and dug in. Then with a wrench of his muscles he drove his cockhead into the girl's asshole!
"YeeeeeAAAAAiiiii!" shrilled Marcy. The pain was indescribable. But worse than the pain was the feeling of awful fullness, as if her asshole was being wracked savagely out of shape by the thick cock!
Panting with passion and effort Billy forced inch after throbbing inch of his ramrod-like cock into the squirming girl's ass. Her dark hair lashed about her shoulders as she shook her head and gobbled in pain and fear. It did no good. Her wriggling attempts to escape only intensified the pleasure of the prick in her butt!
With his come and Marcy's saliva liberally smeared on his big prick, Billy didn't have as much trouble driving the prick into his victim's ass as he might have. Of course it was easier on Marcy that way. He should have thought of that. He should have dried his prick on her dress or something and crammed it up her butt dry as sandpaper-that would have made her shake her buns!
The cock was like a huge thick pole sliding into Marcy's butt hole. Her insides felt crowded by the girth of the prick. Her ass cheeks were wedged farther and farther apart, till the valley between them was stretched taut from butt-cheek to butt-cheek!
"Stop!" It was an agonized whisper. "Can't. . . take any more. You'll tear me . . . ahhhh! . . . apart!"
Her pleadings were music to Billy's ears. With a whoosh of air from his lungs he drove the last inch of his prick home in Marcy's ass. "AAAAAHHH-HHH!" she screamed. His balls slapped the mouth of her pussy.
The tunnel of his prisoner's pretty ass was like an incredibly tight sleeve wrapped around Billy's cock. Her body moved constantly in pain. The stirring of her flexible rectum around his prick was pure heaven! He braced himself against her hot, pink butt and pulled the prick out of her asshole.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Air hissed over Marcy's teeth. The pain of the young man's cock coming out of her ass was worse than it had been going in! It was as if the cock was barbed. Withdrawing it seemed to tear at the fragile walls of her poop chute.
The searing agony shooting from Marcy's cock-filled ass was short-lived. Billy was getting hot again. The need to fuck that lovely butt possessed him. The cock came out between the reddened asscheeks till only the head remained to stretch out her butt hole. Then he crammed his prick into Marcy's butt again!
Marcy barely had time to feel the agony of the cock's inrush when it was on its way out of her ass again! And then Billy was fucking his big prick in and out of her butt with the speed and power of a jackhammer!
Even over her own screams of agony she could hear the steam-engine huffing of Billy's breath. The interior of her ass channel was ablaze with pain. She was sure the membranes lining her asshole were torn and bleeding. She was sure her insides had been messed up by the rough invasion of that outsized prick.
She was sure she wanted to die!
Sweat dripped into Billy's eyes. He tossed his head to clear them. What a trip! To be fucking that recently-whipped ass, while she thrashed around the hood of his car-it was delightful! And the tightness and heat inside Marcy's asshole was beyond imagining. He felt as though he was fucking his cock into a fired-up boiler!
The sinuous asshole involuntarily clutched as his pistoning prick. The jism his last orgasm had left in his balls was coming to a boil again. And then his cock exploded.
Marcy shrieked as her asshole filled with his come. It burned like acid. It seemed to gush clear to her throat.