Chapter 1
"Billy, what's wrong with you?"
Ginger Hathaway backed away from her cousin, one hand stretched behind her. She put her other hand up to her cheek; the young teen could still feel the sting of Billy's hand. He had slapped her, slapped her hard without provocation. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she looked about for some path of escape. Billy stood between her and the door, rocking back and forth on his heels while a sneering smile distorted his ruggedly handsome face.
"Been watchin' you, Ginger, and I gotta fuck you!" he said, rubbing his stiffening cock with one hand. "Gonna snap your body in two with my prick, baby!"
"No! You-you stay away! You're crazy, Billy! You don't know what you're doing!"
Ginger was really afraid now. Her cousin had always been a bit strange. She had seen some of his girlfriends-the way they came up to him and let him rub his hands all over their asses. It had made Ginger feel very embarrassed and ill-at-ease. Then Billy would turn and catch her staring at him. That look! The way his eyes bored into hers at those moments made her shiver.
"I sure know what I'm doing. But you, baby, you're fuckin' confused. Gonna take care of that now!"
Billy knocked over a small table in his rush for the girl. Ginger screamed, drawing both hands back and nearly upending herself by banging into a chair. She shrank away, avoiding his grasp. No one was at home. She was alone with this maniac!
"Come here, baby, come here and lemme show you what a hot time you been missin'! "
Billy was crouched now, both hands spread on either side of his body, blocking her escape. He was grinning at her evilly, his massive chest rising and falling. For just an instant, Ginger felt as if she were being pursued by a hound of hell. Billy laughed softly, his eyes narrowing, the black pools glittering with excitement. He was an animal in pursuit of her, wanting to crush her as badly as he wanted to fuck her.
"You're crazy, Billy! I'll scream if you touch me again."
The slap had taken her by surprise. All Ginger had done was remark coolly about one of his girlfriends. Billy had stiffened, risen from the chair and slapped her hard. The force of that blow had nearly knocked her from the couch. Stunned, Ginger had quickly regained her senses when she felt her blouse being ripped from her shoulders.
"Crazy, huh? We're gonna see just how crazy I am when I poke you, bitch! You're gonna be beggin' for cockmeat after I fuck around with you. Yeah!"
Billy wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.
"When I get through with you, you're gonna be on your hands and knees beggin' for it!" Billy lunged forward again, one hand grabbing her waist. Ginger let out a scream, struggling in his grasp like a helpless bird. He wouldn't let her go, no matter how loudly she shrieked or how hard she fought him. She felt one hand wrapping itself tightly around her opening mouth, pushing her lips against her front teeth. Ginger winced in pain, feeling her mouth forced open from the pressure. "No!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah, been thinkin' about how good you'd feel rubbin' up and down against my cock. Now I'm gonna find out for myself."
Fucked! She was going to get fucked-and against her will! Her own cousin was going to rape her here, right here in her aunt's living room. The world spun around. They moved backward, her feet striking the coffee table, the sofa. Suddenly, Ginger felt her head twisted and pressed against the wall.
"Nooooo!"
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Ginger felt his hand pressing even harder against her lips, stifling her screams. He was moving his crotch against her ass. Ginger's eyes widened, her knees banging hard against the wall until they felt black and blue. His booted toes pressed against the backs of her ankles as he continued to dry-fuck her.
"What an ass, man! What an ass! Yeah, wouldn't mind stickin' this ol' cock up thereshovin' it up your shitter and watchin' you freak!"
"No!"
Billy laughed, moving his hand down from her waist and gathering up the loose-fitting material of her skirt. Ginger let out a gasp against the hand covering her mouth. He was feeling her ass now, rubbing his hot fingers over her panties. He had gathered the skirt around her waist, his hands sliding around the elastic leg bands. Ginger knew he was only seconds away from touching her ass and pussy.
"Stop it, Billy!"
He was trying to pull down her panties! This was terrible! Ginger tried fighting back, clenching her fingers into fists and knocking them backward against Billy. But he was too muscular, too big to notice her pathetic attempts at escape. He had torn the waistband of her skirt, loosening it around her hips. In a moment, Ginger felt it sliding down around her knees, falling on the floor around her sandaled feet.
"No!"
He drew her back an inch or two, then slammed the girl hard against the wall. The resulting blow stunned Ginger, crushing her cheek against the plaster. Now he was pulling her away from the wall, heading her back toward the sofa.
"You're gonna take a good look at this mother, baby!"
Billy reached down and opened his fly. Ginger heard the sound of his zipper and felt her blood freeze. He was going to expose himself right there in front of her! She was helpless with terror and despair.
"No!"
"Fight me and I'm gonna piss inside you too. You don't want that, do you, baby? You don't want to have piss all over your cunt, right?"
Reaching up, Billy grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it around and around. Excruciating pain shot through her scalp and into her brain as he yanked on her long blonde hair. Ginger cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt her knees give way. The pain was terrible. No one had ever caused her this much agony before. He was shoving her down onto the couch now. She fell forward on her hands and knees. Billy followed closely behind, pulling on her hair, saying all sorts of filthy things. w
"Down, baby!"
Twisting her hair around, he slapped her hard against the back of her head. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Ginger found herself on her back now, her cousin kneeling in front of her. She tried to get up, digging her elbows in the soft cushions, but Billy shoved her back down.
Then he pulled his t-shirt off his chest. Ginger saw the rivulets of sweat trickling down around his brown nipples and into his navel. Seeing him like that-aroused, big, brutal, handsome-Ginger felt a strange kind of sensation tickling around her pussy. It was the same kind of heated tingle that she had felt time and again while thinking about boys, lately.
"No, don't Billy! What if your parents come home now and find us?" '
"They'll have to wait their turn."
"No, don't do this to me!"
Again, Ginger curled her fingers into tight little balls, beating them like feathers against his chest. But Billy slapped away her hands, reaching down and shoving his pants down to his knees.
"Oh!"
Ginger stopped battling, for an instant, overwhelmed by the size of the cock bobbing up in front of her. It was huge, mammoth, larger by far than anything she had ever seen in those dumb sex education books at school. Choke a horse. The phrase came to her as she lay there, watching that long, thick, veined prickshaft jerking up and down. This hadn't been the way Ginger thought she would finally have a man take her. Filled with romantic ideas, the girl had fantasized about her husband or even a lover fucking her. But this? "No!"
Ginger tried screaming again. But Billy reached forward, his hand clamping even more tightly over her mouth. He ignored her twisting and cries, shoving her head back hard into the pillow. Ginger's mind rioted wildly as she thought about girls who had been raped then killed. Perhaps her cousin was like that! She had to stay alive. That was the one important thing. She would worry about everything else afterward. Right now, she had to keep quiet, let him take his pleasure. Then she would think about what to do. Ginger managed to stop herself screaming.
"That's better!"
Billy bent down, whispering those terrible things into her ear about being fucked and how much she was going to like it.
"Yeah, I'm gonna give you somethin' nice and hard. You're gonna love what I give you. You're gonna thank me, baby, really thank me for pluggin' you."
He was twisting her around once more, rolling her over until her buttocks were end-up. She thought about what he had said about fucking her in the ass, and a new fear rushed through her. Assfucking! But still Ginger managed to keep her emotions under control.
One of his hands still remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the couch so that she could hardly breathe. Then Ginger felt him moving around, shifting his position. He grabbed her ass with his thumb and right forefinger. Pinching her hard, he twisted his hand around and around until she squealed.
"Good to know you're alive."
"Uhhhhhhh."
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If only her aunt would come home soon from the movies! Ginger tried pulling her hair back, twisting her head around so she could see the clock. Impossible. Billy had her trapped. He kept pinching her again and again, pulling down her panties finally, and exposing her ass-cheeks.
Ginger let out a squeal of horror. Stripped! He had pulled down her panties to her knees. For the first time in her life, Ginger knew a man was staring at her naked ass! And what was he doing? She felt him moving around again, his knees sliding between hers and pushing them apart. In a moment, the girl could feel his breath pumping against her ass-cheeks. His tongue! He was licking her ass-cheeks in long, upsweeping movements, his moustache tickling her flesh. There! He slipped his tongue into her asscrack, moving it up, up until he was touching her shitter!
Ginger flushed beet red, turning her head and burying her face in the pillow. She was too mortified to scream, too shamed to make a move. Her cousin was licking her ass-actually touching it with his mouth and tongue! And what was even worse was that the tingling had turned into a much warmer, urgent feeling, making her cunt muscles tighten and quiver. That tongue! The way he was lapping it up and down her ass while keeping her asscrack spread with both thumbs made her oh, so hot!
"Huhhhhhhh!"
"Gettin' there, eh, baby? You're startin' to feel alive when I touch you, eh? Yeah, that's the way, move it, move that fuckin' body around!"
He rolled on top of her, shoving her legs apart with his knees. The idea of what he was trying to do sickened her, making her shudder with revulsion. Fucked in the ass, or in the cunt, doggie style. It was the ultimate degradation for a woman, she thought. She could feel the hot hardness of his cock now against her ass-cheeks, slipping around on the saliva. He was trying to work his cock into her pussy. Fucked from behind! They would be like two dogs in the gutter!
"Huhhhhhhh!"
He held her by the hips now, his fingers digging into her flesh. Ginger felt her flesh bruising under her cousin's cruel hold. She whimpered, her ass bobbing in the air, her tits jiggling in her bra. Billy was reaching around now, pulling her jersey up from her waist and gathering the polyester material around her head. In a moment, he had slipped it off and he tossed it onto the floor. Ginger sobbed again as he bent down and licked his tongue over her ass-cheeks. Shamed. Shamed right there in front of her cousin. Confused, angry, Ginger clawed helplessly at the sofa material.
Billy was moving his hand around now, running his fingers excitedly over her body. Shuddering, Ginger drew her legs together and tucked her ass under. The move only made her cousin laugh. Glancing up, the teen caught sight of the shadow of his hand. It was raised high in the air. The girl shivered, realizing he was going to hit her once again.
"Yaghghhhhh!"
A dull smacking sound preceded the rush of hot sharp pain racing through her ass-cheeks. Again, her cousin spanked her, his fingers reddening her jiggling white buttocks.
"Gettin' that ol' hot ass a little warmer for me," Billy grunted.
"No, no!"
Ginger wept stinging, salty tears as Billy continued to hit her. There were times when his fingers stayed against her ass-cheeks for a moment, the tips lingering around her shitter or her cunt. Ginger moaned, pushing her forehead hard against the armrest of the couch while her knees remained clamped tightly together. Whenever she tried tucking her ass away, Billy tugged her back into that horrid position, smacking her even harder for her "disobedience."
"No, uhhhh!"
Billy threw himself on top of her now, hunkering down like a savage dog. Ginger felt him trying to force her thighs farther apart. She fought with every bit of strength she had, feeling the hot, disgusting jabs of his thick cock. There were times when he nearly pushed his prick in. Ginger screamed, shaking her body, nearly tossing the big stud off her back. It was then that Billy growled, twisting his fingers more tightly in her hair, pulling out strands by the fistful. Ginger howled, jerking her head back, her mouth twisted open in pain.
"Yaghghghhghhhhhhh!"
"Goddamned little slut! You don't know what the fuck you want," Billy snarled, hitting her against the back of her skull with his hand. "But once I stick this mother in you, you won't be able to stop!"
"Stop! Stop!"
Ginger squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from the tearing pain. But the more she struggled, the more agonizing her ordeal was. And always Billy's fat cock was pushing into the special, private junction between her thighs. The only thing that kept him from fucking her right now was the way she was moving her ass around.
"Uh, no, Billy! Don't fuck me! Oh God, don't do that to me!"
Billy snarled out a laugh.
"Well, well, the little girl knows how to say 'fuck,' eh? Thought that was too dirty a word for you. Must be gettin' mighty warm down there."
Ginger let out a gasp, feeling Billy's fingers straying back to her pussy. This time, they were smoothing up and down her outer cunt lips, smearing them with the juices that had begun flowing from her pussy. Only now did the blonde teen realize just how wet she was down there! And the touch of his fingers! In spite of herself, Ginger couldn't help but feel a rush of hot excitement making her flesh break out into goose pimples.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Bitch! Goddamned little hot slut. And tryin' to make me think you were such a little prim miss. You ain't nothin' but a whore!"
"No, no, that's not true!"
The words stung her pride. Ginger wanted to tell him she didn't know why she was acting the way she was. But Billy was kneading her buttocks now, rubbing her ass-cheeks together while still fingering her pussy. She whimpered, shaking the tears from her eyes.
"Poor little bitch," he said mockingly. "You oughtta be all smiles. See? You're gonna get that ol' itch scratched, and by one hell of a prick to boot! Ain't many gals get a gift like that from Billy."
"Uhhhhh-"
Billy reached forward, pulling away the last shred of clothing from her body. Ginger felt her bra strap stretching back and the cups pressing into her tits. There was a tearing, popping sound. Then her tits rolled out, swinging free and nearly touching the couch. And then Billy's right hand jammed between her thighs, rubbing his cock and her pussy at the same time. Ginger let out a gasp, shaking her head, realizing she was only moments from having her cherry ripped to shreds by this maniac.
"Ohhhhhh, Pm a virgin, Billy. Don't do this, don't please!"
Ginger hoped that last bit of information would stop her cousin. But he only laughed at her again, pinching her right inner thigh, pulling with his fingers until the teen saw stars. He was going to fuck her, and fuck her brutally. And there was nothing she could do about it.