He continued to tease her, his hands running down the soft inner part of her wide open thighs.
Marcie wanted to scream. He kept caressing her thighs, until she ached with desire, and her flesh twitched.
The man ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, just barely missing her little ardent muff. Inside her cunt, the tingling memory of his finger lingered. Her juices flowed heavily out of her, and trickled down her ass crack.
Hill chuckled again. He had the little girl totally, absolutely in his power. She was his slave.
He heard her sobbing breath as it issued from her lust-constricted throat.
Marcie felt her cunt become mushy with the heavy liquids of her desire. They rolled down her tight little tunnel in unceasing waves.
She whimpered as the desire increased until she felt a burning pain in the pit of her belly.
Then the man rolled over on top of her again, his cock this time positioned at the tip of her throbbing cunt.
Marcie didn't wait for him to thrust. Her hips arched upward wildly, and she impaled her body on his thick bulbous cock head. Her snatch had become like a sucking mouth. She felt her rippling cuntal walls sucking on the huge intruder. She almost came right then and there.
The man's hands worked under the small of her back, and she felt her hips being lifted up, cradled in the man's two big, powerful hands. Then his cock started to slither wetly into her cunt.
She felt as if his cock were on fire, and the heat only added to the heat in her wanting womanhood.
She whimpered and her head tossed back and forth on the straw, as the massive rod of flesh pierced her womanhood.
Hill could tell as he worked his cock into her tight, virginal cunt, that she was already on the verge of coming. That aroused him even more. He intended to make her come twice.
His cock head butted against the thin membrane of her hymen, and instead of breaking it, he started to do what he had done with little Susan. He thrust in and out of her with quick shallow motions, feeling her cuntal muscles rippling with more and more intensity around his cock.
"Ahhh! Ohhh!" Marcie squealed. He gripped her buttocks tighter, feeling the rippling muscles contract and relax, as the girl's hips went out of her rational control, and she gave vent to the first orgasm she had ever had with a man's cock planted in the teeming wet meadow of her twat.
He kept thrusting furiously until her orgasm peaked, and then at the height of her ecstatic delirium, he thrust inward, ripping her hymen away from the wall of her cunt.
She was so lost in the intense flood of pleasure that she barely felt it. Instead, her body stiffened at the height of her ecstasy, and then relaxed as she started to come down.
She was almost surprised, when, coming out of the lusty fog which had engulfed her, she felt the man's cock planted balls-deep in her cunt. She could feel his wiry pubic hairs tickling her clitoris, could feel his hairy balls pressed against her quivering ass cheeks.
She moaned, and circled her hips around and around, feeling the hard, hot, throbbing shaft moving against her delicate, sensitive pussy walls.
Almost immediately, she began another climb upward into the hot void of orgasm.
This time, the man's cock moved with deep, swift, sure strokes in and out of her cunt. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks as she humped upward onto the man's cock, moaning almost continuously with the hot bliss of his pumping rod.
Marcie felt as if she were all cunt, as Hill's powerful cock thrust in and out of her, driving the fires higher and higher. Marcie surrendered to the man's huge prod, as another orgasm started to ripple through her body.
It started deep in her cunt, and flowed outward, until her whole body started to convulse.
She felt lost as her body became spastic with involuntary shudders of ecstasy.
She wanted the man's cock in her forever. She knew that would be impossible, but Marcie never skimped on anything. The man's cock, plowing in and out of her wild pussy was driving her to the utter height of pleasure, and she was lost in that pleasure, as if she were in a tropical jungle.
She felt goose bumps form on her skin, as the orgasm rose in her, until her cuntal muscles started to grip tightly and rhythmically around his massive cock.
His cock kept slipping in and out of her tight tunnel like a hot knife through butter, and the pleasure kept building and building, until Marcie's ears were ringing, and her head felt light.
Her orgasm peaked sharply, just as the man started to spew his heavy load of come juice into her tight, hot little twat.
She let out a strangled scream, and then fainted, but even in her light state of unconsciousness, she felt the man's cock, felt the wild wet ripples of her ultimate pleasure course through her body.
Her orgasm faded away, and so did the last vestige of her consciousness. When she awoke, she was lying, naked and alone and unbound on the hay.
She kept wondering who that man was. She had never felt so wonderful in her life, never felt so hot and willing.
It was as if the man had turned on a switch, which would never be turned off again, and in a way Marcie's estimation was correct. She would probably never again do without cock without some anguish of soul and body.
Marcie moved her hand between her legs, and rubbed her pussy flesh. She closed her eyes, re-living every beautiful moment she had just had.
In the distance, she heard the dinner bell from the farm house.
Almost dreamily, she got up and put her clothes on, and then left the barn. She realized when she saw the plate of food in front of her that she was starving.
Her pussy creamed all through supper.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The weekend was as bad as Hill expected it to be. It wasn't that he wasn't an attentive, good host. But the sight and smell of so much young female flesh, one of whom he had deflowered, and two of whom he would have liked to have planted his cock in, was too much for him. By Sunday morning, he was almost beside himself, and escaped right after the brunch to go out to the woods.
He didn't expect to find anyone, nor had he gone out into the woods to prey on young virgin flesh. He genuinely wanted to get away from the temptations of the flesh which beset him in his own home.
Anita had got up very early, before the church bells had begun to chime their Sunday morning song. She had dressed very lightly in jeans and a sweater, with no underwear, and gone down to the lake.
She was feeling bereft, left out. Molly had got it, Sarah had got it, even little Susan had got it, and the night before, Marcie had called her to tell her that the rapist had actually fucked her in her own barn.
Anita shivered in the early morning chill. The sun was already up and blazing down on the countryside. But the mist still remained, as if it, too were in a lazy Sunday morning mood.
She sat down on the damp grass feeling the coolness of it spread through her jeans into her quivering hot ass. Most people didn't stir till it was time to go to church, which was noontime.
The little community dearly loved to sleep late on Sunday, and therefore the minister had geared his church services to their Sunday comfort.
Anita was so caught up in her thinking, that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her crashing through the autumn woods, didn't hear them pause as the tall silent figure came upon her slender lush figure curled up like a little Buddha against a tree.
Hill saw her figure, and smiled. His cock became turgid, as he watched her long slender back, which indented at the waist, and then swelled out into firm, slender hips.
He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, and strode swiftly up behind her.
He was getting less and less resistance, as more and more girls learned of him, and waited for him to strike.