Chapter 3
"Fuck it out, cunt, fuck it out!"
"Ohhhhh, no, no, uhhhhhh...."
Again Janice pushed her hands up to his chest, having let go of the fat prick that was splitting her in two. She moved her ass from side to side, drawing her knees up and pressing them against her cousin's thick-muscled thighs. She felt that cockhead sliding deeper and deeper into her hot, sucking pussy. Again the girl felt divided-one part of her horrified at this brutal rape, the other part relishing the sensations and even asking for more.
"Fuck!" he groaned.
As the prickhead slid in, the girl's cunt lips closed over it. His big, long thick shaft was outside, waiting to be shoved in.
"Ohhhhhh, no, no...."
Janice moaned low, unable to say a word. It was all so new and wonderful for her. And oh, oh, the way Bobby was moving his body, working it around so she could feel his cock reaming her out. Yes, yes, that's what it was doing, actually reaming her out, forcing a wider and wider tunnel as it burrowed into her slippery pussy.
"Baby, man, ohhhh yeah," he groaned, his eyes closed tightly, his fingers holding her down hard, his hips jerking from side to side.
"Noooo...."
Janice felt his prickshaft pushing farther, sliding deeper into her body. His cock disappeared inch by thick, throbbing inch. He wasn't going deep yet, just enough, riding high, making sure his cock brushed against her clit all the time! The effect was maddening!
"Fuck...fuck," the girl whispered, still unable to grasp the fact that she was actually saying that word, pronouncing the forbidden word while doing the act.
"Yeah, bitch, fuckin'. That's what the hell we're doin', and that's what's turnin' you on, baby."
Janice moaned, feeling Bobby's fingers crawling over her tits again. The red nubs on the ends throbbed as his thumbs and fingers pinched them into near explosion. He had her caught with his hands, his legs, his cock. She was under him, getting fucked, getting her cunt split open by that fat cock-rod. And oh, oh, as much as she hated it, she loved it!
"Fucking," he repeated.
"Fuck!" Janice moaned, rolling her head to one side and sucking in her lower lip. Oh yes, yes, she wanted it all sliding inside her. She wanted her cousin Bobby rolling down on top of her, squeezing her, shoving her down, holding her under him while he shoved his cock up inside her body.
"Oh baby, baby, take it, take it all, man, take it...uhhhhhh...."
"God!"
Bobby tensed, bearing down hard. His cock shoved through the tight, slippery cunthole, his cockhead cooking in the hot grease of her clutching pussy. As it shoved aside the virgin membranes, his prick was grabbed hard by the sensitive, velvety walls.
Janice kept working her ass from left to right. Her mind whirled around, around, diving and diving until she felt Bobby touch something, rubbing up against the fleshy wall between her legs. Her cherry! Oh yes, yes, he was going to pop it! She could feel his prick stiffening, pressing against that wall.
"No...no, hurt...hurting me," the young girl cried.
"Your cherry, baby. Man, never thought you'd have one. Ain't too many cunts around your age that's got 'em. It's gonna be better, man. Cherry poppin'...'specially your cunt," he growled, his fingers tightening once more around her shoulders.
"No, oh no, no!" she shouted.
The pain was fighting with the pleasure still coursing through her veins. The result was a draw. She wanted his cock, needed his fucking, was hot for his body. But there was far too much pain from her cherry. She had to stop him, she just had to!
"No!"
Bobby grabbed her by the upper arms, shaking her, telling her to lie still as he hunched into the tight, warm hole. His legs pressed down hard, his chest rubbing over her tits. Janice sucked in a deep breath and held it while she felt his cock taking all the weight. Yes, oh yes, he was bearing down on her.
"Nooooo!"
Again the girl cried out. This time she felt her cherry giving way, tearing away from its childhood anchorage. Janice snapped her head to one side and let out a heart-rending cry.
"Yaaagghhhh!"
It was done! Janice felt a shock of pain racing through her like a runaway truck. Her brain sizzled while her cunt slackened, then snapped shut tight on the penetrating cock. Every inch, every damned inch of his hot, tight prick was inside her. And over all was the sharp, hot agonizing pain racing through her pussy. "Ohhhhh...."
For one brief minute the girl thought she was going to pass out! Janice felt the room spinning around her. Sensation left her for a moment. But then the world faded back in. Once more she could feel her cousin's body pressing hard against hers, feel the jerking hot thing twitching around in her cunt. Yes, she was fucked all the way! Bobby had done it, torn her cherry, ripped away her innocence. She lay on the carpeting, one leg pressed against the sofa, the other against the coffee table. Split wide open! That's what he'd done to her with his prick! Split her wide open! And oh, oh, what a thrill it was just thinking about it!
"Man, gonna go for it now, baby, gonna go for it, fuck you wide open...break your ass with my cock!" Bobby hissed.
"Ohhhhh...."
Janice shivered at his touch. As the seconds ticked by, the girl felt the pain ease, being replaced by that good, hot itchy feeling that had taken her breath away earlier.
"Feelin' good, baby? Feelin' real good having my cock in you?"
Janice wanted to deny the sensations rushing through her mind and body but it was impossible. She found herself wriggling her body under his, keeping her clit in constant contact with his fat prick. Bobby was breathing harder now, working his ass from side to side. Oh yes, yes, and now he was drawing back, his prickhead moving toward her cuntal mouth once more, her pussywalls shrinking back together behind the retreating bulb.
"Uhhhhh...."
"Yeah, good, real good," he breathed, dropping his face in the nape of her neck and biting her flesh. God, she could feel his teeth nibbling at her skin, threatening to break through. It was such a riot of confusing feelings, making her love what was happening to her.
"It's goin' back in, Jan. Yeah, you Goddamned little slut-bitch. It's going all the way in, fuckin' all the way into your cunt."
"Nooooo...don't, please...it...it's gonna hurt!"
Janice shivered at his touch. Protesting all the way, she knew Bobby was going to fuck her whether she protested or not. He wasn't going to let her go until he had fucked her good. Oh yes, yes, she felt his slippery cockhead moving in and out, shoving in and out of her cunt.
"Good, bitch? Good?"
"Good," the blonde teen admitted against her will.
Janice kept moaning, her legs spreader wider apart so all the fat, throbbing cock could slide deeper inside her. She felt more of the hot, bubbling juice oozing from her cunt, dribbling down her buttocks. Oh yes, stretched to the tearing point! How good, strangely good it felt having the hard, pulsing prick shoving down to where her cherry had once been. Janice stiffened, her clenched teeth chattering.
"Yeah, fuck it out, fuck...."
Bobby kept whispering terrible, deliciously horrible things about her and her body as he shoved deeper into her body. His iron cock was going in like a burning torch, scalding the sides of her convulsing cunt. In, in, in! And finally he had shoved every inch of his cock back into her pussy. He was on top of her, feeling her cunt clutch up around his cock. Janice rolled her head from one side to the other, blonde strands of hair clinging to her dampened cheeks.
"Uhhhhhh...."
She drew up her knees, let them flop back down, then drew them up once more. She could feel his cockhead throbbing far up in her body. It was so weird, so strange! She groaned loudly again as she felt his hairy chest rubbing over her tits. Oh God, God! Every nerve-ending in her was alive, singing with an intensity she only dreamed of!
"Feel it, baby? Feel it comin'? Baby, I'm gonna plug you up with my jizz. You're gonna be spittin' it out till Monday."
He kept telling her terrible things, sliding his prick from her cunt stopping for a second as only the head remained in her cunt, then shoving it down hard and fast. Janice shivered again, feeling the rushing of his prick as it ripped through her tight cunt. Before she knew it he was hammering against her clit. Oh yes, yes. It was hard, fast, exciting! And this time Bobby didn't stop. There were no pauses, no stops. He kept going, slamming down harder and faster, his weight shaking her over. Janice felt her big tits slapping noisily against one another. She grunted with the force of his shoves, her cunt stretched wide open by the working of his strokes.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Janice felt flashes of delicious electrical-like fire racing through her body. She was going to blow apart! Oh yes, yes, she was going to explode with orgasm! So this was how it felt to cum!
"Cut it loose, baby! Come on, make it, fuck it out, you little slut!"
Janice felt her body tightening up, getting ready for the big shot, ready for the first one, the big end to her virginity!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Bobby tensed up, his hands gripping her tits, kneading them hard, nearly pinching her nipples off as his balls tightened up in their sac. Janice passed one hand over his hairy ass. She could feel his ass getting hard, his prick starting to jerk around. The thick tube running through his cock was getting ready to take his jizz and blast it into her body.
"More! More!" she cried.
The throbbing of his prick was getting worse. Her cuntal walls were tightening around the cockshaft, slacking off, then tightening around once more. She was milking him, actually milking his prick! Then something happened, something the girl would never forget in her life! Spurts of something incredible, scalding, something very sticky and hot spattered against her pussy walls. Cumming! He was cumming, unloading his spunk in her pussy!
"Ohhhhhhh!"
It burned into her so she lost all control. Arching her. spine, clawing at his broad shoulders, the girl felt herself cutting loose with her orgasm. Oh God, God, Janice had no idea where the sensations were coming from. All she knew was the world was collapsing all around her, crashing into her cunt and exploding again. Her pussy walls spasmed hard as the muscles grabbed his prick, holding the squirming, shooting, greasy hunk of cock-meat.
"Fuck it, bitch, fuck. Uhhhhhhh...
"Fuck it...ohhhhh, ohhhhh," Janice cried out obcenely, unaware of her filthy mouth, of the terrible words she cried out as her body convulsed again and again in the throes of orgasm.
The girl had no idea how long she had been with her cousin. Hours might have passed. She had closed her eyes after the final spasms of lust had passed away. It was so good, so wonderfully, mysteriously good having him on top of her like this still. She loved the feel of his body pressing against her, of his hands resting on her tits, the fingers moving against the nipples. She loved the sound of his breathing, the feel of his breath tickling her earlobes.
"Good, baby, good fuckin', " Bobby finally groaned, tensing his legs and pulling back.
Janice wanted to hold onto him the moment she felt his softening prick pulling out of her hole. Oh, oh, she wanted that big cock still in her. Maybe it would get hard again and drive her mad once more with its driving power!
"Ohhhhh...."
He was out! Never before had the blonde teen felt so lonely, so abandoned! She lay there, one hand over her eyes, the other on her belly while the cum dribbled from her cunt-hole and trickled down into her asscrack.
"Yeah, good fuck! Man, if your old lady ever found out about this you'd probably be kicked outta the fuckin' house, right?" Bobby said, grinning down at the trembling girl.
Janice didn't know what to say. She lay there confused, her body still wanting him badly, her mind wishing he'd go away. Would he tell her mother? Would he spread the word all over town about the way he'd raped her, about how she liked it? Would anyone believe him if he did? The girl thought about that for a minute and decided they would. People were always willing to believe a woman was "asking for it" when she was attacked. And, well, wasn't Janice asking for it? Hadn't she been hanging around her aunt's all this time under the pretext of helping out when all she really wanted was to catch sight of her handsome cousin? Janice bit her lower lip, dropping her eyes and feeling another rush of shame course through her.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Damned right. She'd boot your fuckin' ass right out the door. And, baby, you couldn't live on the street. Me, hell, they'd probably ground me for a while. But it wouldn't be no worse 'n what she's doin' to me now. So, baby, you're on call from now on."
"On...call?" The words sounded ominous.
"You got it, bitch. That means when I want it, you come trottin' to me," Bobby said, bending down and pushing his face against hers.
Janice edged back, feeling her emotions run riot. On call! She was going to become his personal whore, his private slut, ready to spread her legs whenever he chose the time! Janice put her hands to her head, pressing the fingertips hard against her skull, trying to keep from screaming. This was all like some horrible nightmare! The beating, the terror, the rape, and now this! It was all too much for the girl to handle.
"No, no, this can't be happening to me," she moaned.
"It is, baby, it is really happening to you. I've had enough of your shit! Now you're gonna keep your fuckin' nose outta my business 'less I whistle. And you better bring that hot little ass of yours over pronto when I do," Bobby said, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing so hard Janice squealed.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Bobby gave her one last warning look, then pushed away with a grunt, searching for his Levi's.
She lay still, watching her cousin dress. Her cousin! The thought made her laugh. Her mother had made such a point about the family sticking together. "They're the only ones who are going to stick up for you when the going gets rough," her mother had told her time and time again. Look how closely she had helped Aunt Kathy when Uncle Fred passed on. Bobby, her mother felt, would be like an older brother to her.
Janice nearly laughed out loud now as her mother's words came back to her now. What would she think if she were to see her daughter now, streaks of cum and pink frothy blood from her burst cherry on her thighs while Bobby was there shoving his prick back into his pants! What would she think about family togetherness then?
Bobby didn't say another word. Shoving his shirt back into his Levi's, he grunted out something, then stepped over and sauntered from the living room. When the front door slammed shut and she was alone again, the girl continued to see him, to feel him. Why? Why was she so obsessed with her cousin?
She could feel still the stinging blow of his palm, of his fingers as he slapped her hard across the face! She still felt his hands as they shook her violently by the shoulders then threw her to the floor. And then there were all those sensations that followed-the sensation of her clothes being torn from her, of his finger sliding into her cunt, and then...and then that feeling, that deliciously wicked feeling of being fucked, really fucked, until her brains fried. "Oh my God!"
Every muscle in her body seemed to ache. Janice pushed hereslf up from the couch, rubbing her finger against her forehead. Glancing up over the top of the sofa, she saw it was nearly ten-thirty! He had been here that long, tormenting her, delighting her with brutality and driving her over the brink of sheer animal terror. Yes, he had turned her into a panting, rutting animal! The thought horrified her as well as strangely entertaining the girl. It was all so muddled in her mind now. She needed time to think, to work things out.
Stretching out one hand, Janice braced herself against the coffee table and hauled herself up. Stooping, she picked up the remnants of her clothing, making sure everything was back in order before she trudged to the stairs, her clothes clutched in one hand. No, her mother must never suspect anything had happened. There would be the weekend to get through. She wouldn't have the escape of school. She would have to be calm, cool-headed, composed enough to deceive her mother. "God!"
This would be the first time. They had always had such a good relationship, one she was rather proud of. It was only her mother's rabid insistence on strict morality that had caused so much friction in the house. And it was that rabid morality Janice began to fear more and more as she dragged herself up the stairs.
"Oh please, God, please...don't let my mother find out, please," she whispered at the top of the stairs, stumbling forward, exhausted, for the bathroom, wanting to wash the cum that marked her loss of innocence from her cunt.