Chapter 2
While Lil talked to her mother on the phone, Armond knelt beside her, unfastening her skirt and stripping her panties off. As she hung up, he was licking her thighs and digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She liked the feel of his tongue and his hands on her, and she liked standing there half-naked while he nuzzled her crotch. This was much better than exposing her body to Nils Rundy, but she hoped Armond wouldn't take too long about getting at the more serious business of deflowering her.
With a gasp of agonized delight, he sprang to his feet, scooping her into his arms and practically running with her into the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed and nearly tore her sweater in his eagerness to get it off over her head. He left it still blinding and smothering her as he paused long enough to jerk his own clothing off. She finished removing the sweater herself and then they were both naked. With an animal cry of lust, he flung his weight on her prone body and began ravenously mouthing her breasts. His greedy ardor had also inflamed Lil. She squirmed around so that she could grasp his penis. It was the first time she had ever held a man's cock in her hand, and the warm, throbbing shaft delighted her. It was not as big as Nils Rundy's, but she didn't care, knowing it would soon be inside of her and she would then be grateful for its relatively small length and girth, because it would be hurting her like hell. It was not, she decided, a pretty thing. It was too white and worm-like for beauty, and the flat, reddish head was repulsive, but its very ugliness thrilled her. The shaft was entwined with heavy, blue-tinted veins, and the skin, although velvety to her touch, was pocked and scarred as though from old battles. She squeezed it, intrigued by the drops of whitish fluid that oozed from the slit of a mouth in the blind face.
"Oh, my God, how I've wanted you!" Armond moaned as he slobbered at her nipples. He bit her and she gasped, squirming with pleasure, not minding when he turned savage, his teeth bruising her breasts and her belly. He slid down on the bed, thrust her legs apart and stuck his tongue in her cunt. It was a thing she hadn't expected, but the exquisite sensation he evoked by this erotic act caused her to arch her back and to utter a small cry of surprise. Then his tongue found her clitoris, and she began sobbing in rhythmic cadence with the swelling waves of passion that roared through her body from the one, focal point of delight.
Lil came very quickly that first time, but before she did, her aroused glands had pumped a quantity of her body juices into Armond's mouth, and above the sloppy, slurping sounds of his frenzied lapping and licking, she heard the gulping noises a man makes when he is repeatedly swallowing. He was drinking her. He must actually like the taste of it, she thought.
Her orgasm was titanic. She knew now that masturbation, when compared with the real thing, was like weak tea would be to an alcoholic. She was caught in a maelstrom of lust, spinning madly out of control, like an insane top, as his fat, red tongue and sucking lips tortured her clitoris. Around and around she whirled, flung this way and that, like a rag doll, by the violence of the passions that howled through her body and reached a roaring crescendo inside her head. She thought she was dying and she didn't give a damn. She was being torn apart and she adored it, yearning for complete dissolution. Then she was cast out of it, as a chip is thrown from a whirlpool, and she was floating in quieter waters. The motion diminished as he expertly finished her off, and she slowly came back to reality.
"You came!" he cried triumphantly. Through eyes still barely able to focus, she saw his face, dripping wet and smeary from his contact with her. Then his full weight came on her and his musky, avid tongue found her lips. She liked his kiss, that time.
She nodded, her face still contorted with passion. "Do me again," she whispered, begging.
"Not until after I fuck you," he told her hoarsely. She felt his cock probing at her, its blunt head demanding entrance.
She would have fought him a little then, for her desire had been momentarily drained of its urgency and now she was afraid, but she was too weak, too exhausted. He burrowed in between her defenseless legs and she felt him begin to enter her, the broad, meaty head shouldering aside the muscles of her cunt, tearing at the membraneous lining. He worked the head of it into her and paused, letting her think he meant to do it gradually, then, with a grunt of savage joy, he slammed himself at her with the full strength of his thighs and back, ramming his cock into her so hard their frontal bones crashed together. It was as though he had thrust a blazing sword into her vitals. She screamed.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" Armond snarled at her. "You want the whole town to hear you?" He emphasized his command by slapping her face so hard he knocked her head violently sideways on the pillow and her scream was abruptly choked off.
Lil looked up at him, smiling weakly. He was still hurting her and she liked it. She had also liked it when he had slapped her. "Kiss me," she said.
The thrill of having her virginity so ruthlessly and brutally destroyed, aroused Lil from the post-orgasmic stupor that had followed Armond's erotic love making. The hard slap on the face completed the job of jerking her out of the somnolence of lassitude. When he pulled his cock all of the way out of her, and then forced it in again as cruelly as before, she refrained from screaming a second time. Instead, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his thighs, straining to lift her hips so that the full length of his weapon probed her inner person. She felt the head of it bump its way by the mouth of her womb and seek her depths. When his first few, deliberately sadistic lunges had been completed, and he settled down to a rhythmic pumping, she matched his motion with a pelvic gyration of her own, reveling in the still painful, but magically wonderful, sensation of hard, foreign flesh within her. She was glad he was hurting her. Her writhings and twistings were a frantic effort to repeat the delicious agony of that first assault.
Despite her desire, however, the pain diminished, but only to be replaced by a deeper, more satisfying sensation. Armond's fucking of her was inspired only by an animal lust to satisfy himself, and with no regard for any pleasure she might derive from the act, but the strong, young legs wrapped about his body kept his cock buried deeply in her vagina and kept his body pressed tightly against hers. The resulting agitation of her clitoris was driving her to a frenzied height of passion such as she had never before experienced. As the feeling increased, she went wild with desire for the climax, her clawing fingers digging at his back, her sharp nails shredding his skin. She bit the side of his neck. He cursed her and paused in his labors long enough to hit her in the face again. She hardly felt the blow, but it was at that instant that she came to her orgasm.
Lil's upward lunging hips lifted Armond a foot off of the bed, and her scream was a gurgling, animal cry, human only in that it resembled the wail of some lost soul tossed into the raging fires of some unspeakable inferno. Her body seemed afire as she sank into this hell of passion, and her only connection with reality was her response to the piston strokes of the cock that still plunged in and out of her, increasing her delightful agony until it became a poignant ecstasy too great to bear. She was throbbing like a big drum being pounded by a madman and then, as Armond's sobbing curses and moans mingled with hers, he doubled the savagery of his attack and she was aware of his hot sperm flooding her, gushing again and again into her body. There was one, last, desperate flurry of motion from them as they writhed together in the craziness that had overcome them both, and then subsided.
He gave a final, weak thrust, grunted and rolled off of her. They lay side by side, motionless, but for heaving chests due to heavy breathing. He was the first to raise on one elbow and, with dull, glazed eyes, survey the wreckage of the bed. It resembled a slaughter house. Lil's crotch and thighs were smeared with blood, as was the white bedspread. Armond's now flaccid penis, and the surrounding skin, was also painted red. When he sat up, long gashes were revealed on the pale skin of his back.
"Like fucking a goddamned porcupine," he muttered, staring at her nude body.
Lil stirred and turned her head, smiling sleep-' ily up at him. "We've got time to do it again," she murmured. "The show isn't out until eleven-thirty."
He groaned and shook his head. "Not right away. What the hell do you think I am ... a sex machine? We better take a shower and get this mess cleaned up."
They showered together and he allowed her to soap his body. She was impressed by the fact that he was remarkably trim and compact for his age.
"I work out at the gym every day and play a tot of handball," he explained. "Christ! I had no idea you'd like it so well. If it wasn't for all that blood, I'd swear you'd been fucking for years. Hey, what are you doing?"
"Washing your cock and balls. I like handling them. Can you make it get hard again?"
"After awhile. I'm sorry I hit you. Does it still hurt?"
Lil shook her head, intent on lathering his cock. "I didn't mind. I wouldn't like it now, but while I was all hot and sexy, it was okay. Is your wife going to be gone a long time?"
"All summer. You want to come to see me again?"
"You bet. I didn't know getting fucked would be so good. You want me to come back?"
"Of course, but we have to be careful."
"Yeh, I know. Let's go back to bed. I think its starting to get hard again."
"Damned if you aren't the hottest kid I've ever done it with," he told her, after he had changed the bedspread and they were lying naked on it, sharing a cigarette.
"Have you had many young girls?" she asked him.
"Not as many as I've wanted," he admitted ruefully. "When I was a grade school teacher I made out a lot better than I do now. I used to keep some of the little girls after school and play around with the. Most of them were so small I couldn't get it into them without tearing them up, so I did it between their legs and went down on them. I even taught some of them to suck me off."
"The girls at school talk about that," Lil said. "Bessie Handley claims she sucked Roy Klontz's prick. Only when she swallowed his jism it made her sick."
Armond shrugged. "Some like it and some don't. But it's a good way to help a man get a hard," he suggested slyly. He glanced significantly down at his still soft cock that Lil was idly fondling.
She grinned. "Okay, I get the point. I'd sorta like to try it anyway, only don't shoot your load in my mouth. I want that in my ass next. How do I do it?"
"Just put it in your mouth and suck on it while you lick the underside near the head with your tongue," Armond replied eagerly, hunching his body to raise his hips toward her face.
Lil ducked her head and accepted the limber organ between her lips. She thought it had an odd, not unpleasant taste. As she began to suck him, he reached around her to cup her breast and roll the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Almost immediately, she felt his prick stiffen and swell in her mouth and some of his growing excitement communicated itself to her. At first, she had been indifferent about what she was doing to him, but now she began to enjoy the act for its own sake. She liked the way she could make his body quiver and the small groans of pleasure that interrupted his heavy breathing. Doing that to him gave her a sense of power that she liked.
"Oh, you beautiful, little bitch!" Armond moaned. "You cocksucking, gorgeous chippy, you prick-licking, jism-drinking, honey-assed doll, go on and suck it, baby girl, suck it and make me come!"
She loved it when he called her dirty names. They excited her, and when he pulled her body around on the bed so that he could bite her painfully on the cheek of the ass, she adored him for it, but she nearly fainted from sheer delight when he spread her legs apart and began a slobbering attack on her sphincter. She sensed that this new game they were playing was even better than being fucked, and she lost her fear of getting a mouthful of semen. She wanted it now. She had all of his cock sucked into her mouth, her nose touching the hairy bag that held his balls. She increased the suction as his tongue sent thrill after thrill through her body.
Coming that way was different and somehow better. It lacked the wildness and violence of fucking, yet was an oddly more penetrating thing that stirred a deeper, more profound depth of lust. She felt that she had turned into a helpless, over-sensitized, lump of jelly that trembled to every stroke of his tongue. Still she was acutely conscious of the fat prick that was jerking in and out, fucking her in the mouth. Her orgasm was soul-searing and gutwrenching in its intensity, and its pleasure for her was marvelously increased by the torrent of hot jism that pulsed over her frantically working tongue and scalded her throat with its salty, stinging, acrid flavor as she gulped and swallowed greedily. Long after she had wrung the last, convulsive spasm from him, she retained his prick in her mouth, milking it with her fingers in the hope of a final drop or two.
She straightened up and kissed him, tasting her own musk-scented juices on his wet mouth. She'd try it up her ass next time.
Lil had a lot to think about on the way home through the dark, elm-shaded streets. Clutched in her hand was the envelope with the pictures of her parents and other members of the local switch club, as well as the negatives. She meant to use them, although in what way she was not yet sure. But she gave them little thought. Her mind dwelt with elation on the fact that she had finally known sex with a man. She was tired, yet her whole body still tingled warmly from the sensations it had known that evening. She licked her lips, still tasting Armond's sperm. She knew she would go back to his house again and again.
Whenever Lil stayed out late, her mother left the back door unlocked for her so that she could go upstairs without disturbing the household. Accordingly, Lil turned into the dark, shrubbordered passageway beside her house. She had nearly reached the back steps when an arm came out of the night to encircle her throat and another went around her, pinning her own arms to her sides. A whiskery face bruised her cheek, and breath that reeked of sour wine, assailed her. "Gottcha!" a voice grunted in her ear.
In her preoccupation with her imminently satisfactory defloration, she had forgotten all about Nils Rundy!
Lil struggled silently as he bore her to the ground. She knew she was going to be raped and the knowledge thrilled her. She would make him fight for it, because it would be more fun that way, but she would utter no cry, nor would she make any serious attempt to escape. When t-he thought of his big cock, and how it had looked as it squirted futilely against the window of his trailer, she could hardly wait for the moment when he would put it into her.
Rundy had her down on her back and was tearing at her clothing. "'Tease me, will ya?" he hissed, ripping her skirt off. "Now yer gonna get it, ya goddamned, fucking bitch!" His anger rose as his efforts to tear her sweater were frustrated and his big fist caught her solidly on the side of the jaw. There was a pinwheeling display of lights in front of her eyes and she sank into unconsciousness while he finished stripping her. When she was nude, he spent a moment gloating over the white perfection of her girl's body, then knelt between her legs, unzipped his fly, and aimed his huge cock at the crevice between her inviting ass cheeks.
Lil awoke to pain equal to that she had experienced when Armond had first entered her. She came fully awake in that instant. She had known that his cock was bigger than Armond's, but as it plunged brutally in and out of her, it seemed truly immense, threatening to split her rectum with every fierce lunge.
He was unaware that she was overjoyed with the unexpected pleasure of being raped, and that her enjoyment was at least equal to his own. He still thought he was forcing her and it increased his ferocity. He battered at her as though trying to drive her slender, young body into the hard-packed earth of the path at the side of the house. He was confused and amazed when she began whispering hoarsely in his ear: "Fuck it into me! Fuck it into me hard. Fuck it into my asshole, you dirty, old fart!" She wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him even deeper into her and pushed his head down so that her breasts were rubbing his face, wanting him to bite and suck her.