Her pussy juices flowed lavishly out of her tightly stuffed hole, and Molly felt a pre-orgasmic tension grip at her muscles, and make her body stiff with electric-like currents of joy.
Her sweat poured over her copiously. She opened her mouth against the gloved hand of the man, which still covered hers, and started to squeal, as the spasms of her climax began to build in her thoroughly stuffed cunt.
She had never known anything so wild in her life, and she felt her body being buffeted by the convulsions of the orgasm. Her whole body felt alive, hot, keen.
Molly felt the man's pumping become more and more frenzied. She felt the sweat from his face dripping down onto her face, already covered with a thin patina of perspiration.
She felt as if all her insides were melting, that the man's cock was like a torch, burning her out, leaving her deprived of every organ she had once had in her body, except her cunt.
And her burning, twitching cunt, was like a wide, gaping hole. Her pussy walls closed in more tightly around the hard rod which drove deeply into her, piercing her newly-opened womanhood over and over again.
Her legs flew up in the air, and she wrapped them around the man's waist, feeling it rise and fall, as his cock pulled out to the tip, and then thrust inward again, rubbing against her itching cuntal walls, relieving her of the insistent nagging need which had bothered her so much lately.
Her pussy walls started to convulse, the walls contracting rhythmically around the hard-thrusting cock of the man. She was coming, and coming more violently than she had ever even imagined.
Her little nostrils flared, as she strove to drive oxygen into her passion-spent lungs. The heat rose until her ears were ringing. She felt light-headed.
The only reality she was aware of was the wild convulsing of her cunt, as the strange man fucked her with insane, strong strokes.
Her orgasm rose higher, and Molly thrashed and writhed under the man's cloaked body.
The hot, harsh pleasure took her breath away.
The man's cock seemed to swell in her cunt, pressing even harder against her quivering quim. The hot hard flesh abraded her walls, sending hot shivers of bliss coursing through her.
The lust besotted girl writhed frantically under the strange man's hard-humping body. She got lost in the hot demanding ecstasy of her orgasm.
Then she felt a whole different sensation which shot her orgasm even higher on the plane of intensity.
She felt his come juice starting to pour into her. At first, she wasn't sure if the juice which suddenly spewed against her convulsing walls was her own, or his.
And then she realized that she was experiencing his jism as it exploded hotly from his come slit, and mixed with her own juices.
Molly cunt was a soggy, quivering mess, a swamp of lust and heated desire, as she humped her hips lasciviously into the man's hard-humping loins.
Her clitoris was tickled by the man's wiry pubic hairs as he slammed into her. His grinding motions into her cunt had spread her swollen pink flesh wide open.
Molly felt inundated by the wild pleasures which she was experiencing. There was no area of her body on which she could concentrate that didn't have its own message of pleasure to deliver to her lust-fogged brain.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Each sharp shard of bliss which coursed through her filled her with more and more wildness.
She became abandoned to the pleasure, and behaved like a wild wanton under the hard body of the man who had raped her so magnificently.
Her clitoris tingled with hot pleasure. Her cunt continued to convulse wildly. Her whole body shivered and convulsed in the hot grip of the lusty ecstasy which had filled her.
Her head reeled so hard that she was afraid she would faint, afraid she would miss out on some of the pleasure.
The man humping her grunted and then his body fell on top of hers, pressing her into the earth.
Molly kept right on writhing around on the thick cock which pulsed powerfully in her cunt. Her cunt seemed to be hammering like a tom-tom, the pulsing of the rapist's cock counterpointing the throbbing of her own cunt, as her orgasm started to fade away.
As she came down from the glorious sexual rush which had just filled her, she moaned again.
She felt herself losing consciousness, but even in the light faint, the hot pleasure rippled through her. She experienced a series of mini-orgasms.
Her faint wasn't so deep that she missed the sensation of the man's pulling out of her. She felt as if her cunt had become an aching void. She wanted more of his cock, more of his hot fucking.
But in her faint, she was incapable of speaking. The man's hand left her mouth. Molly stirred slightly, but, tossed on the hot, frothing waves of her own sexual ecstasy, she didn't want to move.
She heard the man moving away, and her hand moved down to her twat. It was still hot, and dripping. She curled up, moaning with pleasure, savoring the wonderful warmth that had suffused her body in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Molly had not had enough. She wanted more.
She hoped she would meet the gorgeous man with the monstrous cock again. It was better than she had expected, and more wonderful than her meager sexual imagination had been able to conceive.
She shivered as another post-orgasmic ripple of pleasure coursed through her, and then she woke up.
She had to get home before her parents started to look for her. And she intended to keep the existence of the marvelous man a secret.
She felt very possessive about him, and she wanted him again!
CHAPTER TWO
"Molly Carpenter! Where have you been, and what were you doing?" Mrs. Carpenter exclaimed, coming down the long, graceful staircase of their home.
A deep laugh sounded from the family parlor, off the hallway. Mr. Carpenter, looking up from a heavy volume of Toynbee, saw his daughter, mud-spattered, her lovely little costume slight awry, her hair in a tangled blonde mess around her shoulders.
"You've been down by the lake again," he said, without any recrimination evident in his voice.
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
"Miss Carpenter, are we ever going to make a lady out of you?" the tall handsome man said, grinning at his adored only child.
"No, Daddy," she said, her own grin slightly lop-sided. A dimple flashed on her flushed cheek.
"Oh, well, dear, when you become a famous femme fatale, you will say in your memoirs that your parents tried, won't you?" her mother said, cupping her lovely daughter's chin and kissing her lightly on her dewy lips.
"Yes, Mom."
"Good. Now go up and take a bath. Dear God! How you do attract the dirt!"
It had not occurred to the Carpenters to worry that their daughter had run into trouble. She was a cut-up constantly, and nothing much ever happened in Sylvan Hills worth talking about in tones of horror. The most the gossip of Sylvan Hills ever elicited was a slightly raised eyebrow and perhaps a slight laugh of titillation, since people will be people, wherever they are.
Molly started up the stairs, and turned, one swan-like arm hanging languidly over the mahogany banister.
"Could I be another Lola Montez?" she asked her lovely blonde mother.
"Molly, where did you hear about her?"
"In one of the history books I snitched from Daddy's library."
"Harold, you have to lock up some of your books!" Mrs. Carpenter said.
"Nonsense, Mary! I can't think of a better way for Molly to learn."
"I can," Mary said, coming into the room and sitting in her favorite chair, opposite to her husband's.
"Mary," Harold exclaimed with a slightly lewd grin on his face, "she's too young."
Mary grinned and picked up her book, which was by Carlyle, and settled down for a quiet evening.