"Uhhhhh, no, no, help, oh, God!"
He'd struck her again. As she trembled, terrified of this young stud overpowering her, Justin had raised his right hand again, and he brought it down hard in a broad arcing sweep.
She had watched his lips pull back across his teeth while his fingers whistled through the air. The sound of the slap and her quavering, outcry were muffled by the thickness of the office walls.
"Shut up!"
But Ginny refused, yelling her head off while more tears flooded from her eyes. She could hardly believe this. What had begun as a romantic bit of excitement was now turning into a horror show.
"No, I won't. Oh, God, somebody, anybody – uhhhhhh!"
Another blow, this time with his knuckles bruising her chin and cutting off the remaining words of her cry. Stunned into a sobbing hysteria, Ginny twisted her face away from the young athlete, her thoughts a confused jumped of fear and pain.
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm sick 'n' tired of hearing you cry all the time."
Justin had shoved his hands down, tearing her panties off her body. Wadding them in a small ball, he pushed the panties into her mouth, laughing as the young teen gagged on her own cunt juice.
"Nice, eh? You can taste what the fuck I'm gonna be suckin' out," he growled.
Ginny worked her tongue around the wadded cotton, her jaws hurting from being pried, open. Her mind reeled with fear and degradation. He was going to fuck her this brutal way and there was little she could do. The blonde teen twisted on the couch, peering over one of Justin's shoulders. Another five minutes had passed. In fifteen minutes or so he would have to let her go. But much could happen in that short period of time.
"Yeah, gonna split this mother wide open, real wide open. Unnnnnnnn!"
Ginny felt her cunt lips being spread apart once again. Justin was using his fingers carefully, tracing his callused fingertips along the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cunt lips. Her knees jerked up, rubbing against the big stud's legs.
"Noooofffff!"
Ginny bit down hard against the spit-soaked panties blocking her throat. Her nostrils flared and she twitched, jerking as his middle finger began pushing into her cunt hole. His long finger kept on moving up, up, until it was touching her clit. It seemed like such a private spot, one she wouldn't let just anyone see or touch. And there was Justin, slipping his finger back and forth, increasing the maddening tickle until she thought she would die from the sensation. Ginny groaned, cinching her eyes shut.
"Like it, eh?"
No, she wouldn't give in, wouldn't show this maniac how much his fingering was driving her up the wall. Ginny moved her head to one side, staring blankly at the wall opposite them. Justin laughed softly, slipping his finger back to the bottom junction of her cunt lips, then trailing it back to her clit once more.
"Nnnngnngggggg!"
Ginny felt sweat rolling down her back, seeping into her asshole. Her flesh squeaked and grunted along the leather couch cushions. The girl groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep in her throat as that working finger found its way along the slick length of her fuck slit.
Ginny prayed silently that the time would fly by and soon the bell would ring. But Justin kept finger fucking her in this teasing way, driving her mad beyond belief.
Then something changed. It was the way Justin was touching her. Suddenly it occurred to her that he was going to tear her cherry with his finger. Ginny looked pleadingly at the big stud. But Justin was staring at her drooling pussy, his finger tracing the rubbery rim of her tense outer cunt lips.
"Yeahhhh," he sighed.
Ginny let out another low, soft guttural moan as her soft warm thighs shivered with excitement and fear. She felt his finger sinking in, the second joint passing past her outer cunt lips. Juice boiled up from her cunt, smearing her flesh.
"Man, oh, man! Your cunt's really stokin' up. You want this real bad," Justin said, passing one hand over his prick.
No, that wasn't true. She wasn't like some of those girls in school who had to have lots of guys following them around.
"Nooofffff!" she choked.
"Yeah, sure. You're juicin' so bad, my finger's nearly slipping out."
Justin stuck his finger down deeper. Ginny arched her spine, feeling her cunt sucking solidly.
"Good. Startin' to loosen up – uhhhh, yeah, gettin' better."
There was a moment when Ginny felt incredible pressure, the pressure of his finger rubbing up against her cherry. She stiffened, her toes curling while her head pushed against the small cushion behind. No, it couldn't be happening now! He couldn't be getting ready to fuck her now!
"Goin' for it."
Ginny opened her mouth wide to scream. The pressure was turning into something else now, a terrible, concentrated pain that took her breath away. Stars exploded in front of her eyes while a buzzing sound seemed to fill her head. The blonde teen let out gasps and sank into a series of yelping fits. The wadded panties stuffed in her mouth kept her cries to a minimum. Justin swatted her several times with the back of his free hand. But he was more interested in what was happening to his fucking finger. The blows were light, barely felt by the panting girl who lay there on the couch like a sacrificial victim. Beads of perspiration rolled down from her forehead, streaking her flushed cheeks. Working one hand free, Ginny again tried shoving Justin away from her. But the young stud only laughed at her weak attempts at escape.
"Yet, yeah," he sighed. The pinching agony became greater. The farther Justin pressed in, the more it hurt. Ginny suddenly realized the pain was beyond excruciating. It was pure agony. Only the pressure of the panties against her throat kept her from filling the room with cries of her rage and hurt. And then his awful finger ripped right through the stretched little membrane. Ginny shrieked, her teeth tearing at the soft cotton material of her briefs.
"Ohh, yeahhh, yeahhh, got it in all the way. You're fucked all the way, baby. Feels good."
Justin was wriggling his finger down, down into the dark velvety depths of her cunt. Ginny sobbed freely, her body shaking as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her tits.
"Man, wasn't sure if you were a virgin or not. The way you were acting, but I guess you were telling the truth," Justin said, cocking his head to one side and raising his eyebrows.
Ginny looked down. He was wiping some of the pink froth on the couch. Was she bleeding much? Her mother hadn't told her too much about what happened when a man fucked a woman. Mother was always so embarrassed about things like that, it seemed. It didn't appear to be so bad.
"Man, you've got one tight cunt. We're gonna see what we can do about this. Now you shut up," Justin said, bending forward and staring right into her eyes.
Ginny turned her head again, sobbing with shame and complete humiliation. This was ending up to be something far from what she thought it would be. There was no beauty, no gentleness. There was just the rough treatment she had to endure under Justin, praying the bell would ring and call him back to his senses.
His finger was back in, working around in her pussy, his knuckle scraping along her rubbery cunt lips. Ginny found her pussy was stretching like elastic, fitting tightly but nicely around his invading finger. Was it possible she was turning back on? Yes, it was more than possible. As the seconds ticked by, marked by the ticking on the wall clock behind her, Ginny felt that familiar warmth return. Soon her clit was growing tense once more while juice frothed from her violated fuck hole.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby. There ain't gonna be no more pain. Just gonna be my cock in your cunt, drivin' you half nuts."