There was a bright flash of light and pain as the membrane gave and his big hairy nuts met her bottom. Lew groaned. His lips slid from her mouth, down her neck, to the rigid buttons atop her creamy breasts. "Babydoll," he sighed, making the prick up her belly expand and contract.
She felt bloated, filled with stiff cock. Her sweet little asshole objected to the dart buried there. Her heart threatened to burst through her chest. But the pain in her pussy was gone, and now, as Lew began to fuck slowly in and out, in and out, in and out, she felt a breathtaking thrill spread through her trembling loins.
"D-Don't hurt me," she breathed, not knowing why she'd said it. It didn't hurt any more. She felt the warm blood oozing out and down the halves of her ass, but now the steely prick in her sex was making her hips move; Lew's big cock was making her belly go round and round, like when she looked at the pictures in her own daddy's fuck book. She saw herself beneath the driving hardon, and her body, her plump bottom, seemed to know just what to do.
His finger still high in her rectum, Lew raised up on one arm. He stared drunkenly down at her. He looked from her flushed face to where the root of his meat protruded. "Man, a red-headed cunt! Cherry, too! Lookit that sweet fuckin' gash breathe!"
Chewing her lip, still frightened even though it felt good, Wendy followed his gaze past the skirt and torn panties bunched at her waist. Her eyes widened in wonder: she simply couldn't believe all of him was buried in there. And her pussy was pulsing, as he'd said. Although she couldn't see the pink slit under her belly, the puffy mound of curls above was heaving like a small bellows.
Lew pulled back, withdrawing half the length of his bloody member. "Jesus Christ, what a pussy!"
"Ow! Ow! Owwwww!" She gyrated wildly as the hard cylinder fucked itself back into her to the hilt. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't enjoy being raped, but it felt good. It felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before.
But just as it was getting really good, and her clit was beginning to twang toward what she knew would be her first orgasm, Mrs. Ogden came through the front door into the living room. And then the big, lovely dick was being yanked from her wet cunthole, and Penny was yelling, and Lew – oh, fucking bastard Lew! Lew was shouting the most horrible lies about her.
Nor could she object. She was embarrassed, ashamed, and confused, still dizzy from the liquor he'd made her drink and the new fiery sensations coursing through her young, trembling loins. She wished the ground would open and hide her from the prying grown-up eyes.
And then she was crying: weeping uncontrollably because. Penny was slapping her face, calling her names, and Lew was saying she'd come in while he slept on the sofa, whipped out his cock and made him – forced him – to do it to her!
"But I didn't! I didn't!" she shouted back at them, turning red with the fear of being framed. It was a very real fear, for Lew was making it his business to convince everyone that Wendy was the aggressor and not himself.
He made up an incredible story about how she snuck into the house, saw that no one was around (except for Lew asleep on the sofa), and pulled his zipper down and took out his prick. She jerked on it, so he said, while he was still sleeping, and it wasn't his fault that he started to get hard. Then she stuck it in her mouth and sucked him till he couldn't, get rid of his hardon if he wanted to. Which of course he did want to do. Of course!
He claimed that she had broken into his liquor cabinet and stolen lots of liquor, which she freely drank till she was totally stoned and didn't care what she did.
There was no telling anyone that the exact opposite was actually the case. It was Lew who got her drunk and left her unable to defend herself against his lewd and immoral advances.
He had raped her, she told everyone. But no one would listen worth a damn. They all wanted to believe Lew because he was older and better able to make excuses for his behavior. Everyone knew that a girl like Wendy would sooner or later try to seduce poor Lew.
Even Tish was upset about the whole affair. Wendy thought that she would understand and sympathize with her situation. She had probably been in many similar situations, the wanton bitch!
"You're in plenty of trouble, young lady," Penny said with malice in her voice.
"But… but…"
"Don't give me any of your buts, you awful cunt, you! I knew you had eyes out for my husband, I just knew it! I saw the way you came sniffing around his cock day after day, on the pretense of coming to see Tish. But that alibi didn't fool me at all, no sir, I could see it, I could see very well what you were after, yes! I'm no idiot, you fucking pussy! I was your age once myself, and not all that long ago either, just in case you were thinking about making a crack or something. I ain't that old! Shit, when I was your age I had the hots for a few older men myself – couldn't wait to get them to whip their cocks out and let me suck a little, oh yes, and have them hot and hard in my twat. But I never went about it like you did, jumping after another woman's husband, while the wife is away, you decide to play. No, sir, I don't go for that at all, cunt! You aren't going to get away with it, I'll see to it that you don't! I'll see to it. You'll have to pay for what you did, young lady, you will have to pay through the nose and more! This is no little thing you did here. This is what is known as adultery, and that's a very serious thing, a crime as a matter of fact, a crime you're going to have to pay for if I know what's what, and pay and pay and pay. I'll show you what happens when you do something that mean and low. You'll wish you hadn't, that's for sure!"
"But… but Penny, you have to listen to me! This isn't the way it happened, really it isn't. I'm not the guilty one, it's your husband, your husband!"
"Shut up!" Lew cried.
"Yes, shut up!" seconded Penny.
"The bitch doesn't know what she's saying, she's just trying to get me into trouble, that's all, and her plan won't work, it won't!"
"Don't get yourself excited, dear. I don't believe a single fucking word this tramp has said. Not a word. I know she went after you, that she seduced you and you couldn't help yourself. What man could when a thirteen-year-old cunt shows you her stuff, stretches her pussy out for you to lick – you think I don't know how good a teenybopper pussy tastes? I've tasted a few when I was growing up, and I knew they're out of this world. I wouldn't even mind it if you, darling, had told me you really wanted to taste this girl's cunt, but you didn't want to, I know that. You were tricked into sticking your tongue and then your cock into her hole. She has quite a few tricks up her sleeve but maybe we can show her we have a trick or two of our own, hey?"
"Yes, dear. I'm sure we can. But what do you think we should do?"
"The answer to that is simple," Penny said. "What we are going to do is take this bitch to juvenile court and see her go to jail!"
"To… jail?" Lew repeated, gulping loudly. "Do you… do you think that's really necessary, Penny? I mean, uh, really necessary?"
"Of course it's necessary, dear. How else will she learn her lesson? There is no other way, really, not if we want to keep her from doing something like this ever again. And we wouldn't want that, would we, dear?"
"Hm?"
"We wouldn't want her trying to seduce another woman's husband, would we? You know, like she did with you, getting her to fuck you."
"Oh… oh, yeah," muttered Lew.
He was feeling dubious about what was going to happen to the girl if they turned her in to juvenile court with his version of what happened. Did he really want to see her go to a juvenile home?
"Darling?"
"What, Penny?"
"Didn't you hear me?"
"What?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said to you? You look like you're daydreaming. What about?"
"No, no, I wasn't daydreaming. You are imagining things, honey, that's all."