____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Raped and Intimidated (MF, intr, rp) by Anon NixPixer - 1991 - *** This is a fantasy about rape through threat and intimidation. If that's not your style don't read it. This is the story of a large, powerfully built black rapist who stalks a pretty blonde teen and appears suddenly in her shower one day. ******************************************************* Part One The girl caught his eye and he turned to regard her. Beautiful, without question, but there were many beautiful girls and women. Something was special about this one, however, something charming innocent. Her hair was long and lush, a thick and soft main that framed a pretty, elfin face with large blue eyes and a pert little chin. Her lips were full and sensuous though her mouth was small, and he imagined them wrapped around his cock. He followed the girl's movements down the street, then turned and followed her, admiring the perfection of her round little ass. She wore jeans and a pretty blue peasant girl top, which revealed her smooth round shoulders. She was well built, her breasts, braless, pushed out firm and round against the fabric of her top. Her age...perhaps fifteen...sixteen. She showed the adolescent coy delight at her newfound womanly charms. Her laughter drifted back to him as he followed her and another girl down the mall. He eased back as they left, following them down the quiet streets that surrounded the mall. The other girl parted, both waving, and the blonde continued alone. He followed, turning twice, then watching as she walked up the drive of a two story house and went up to the door. He checked his watch, then stared as she unlocked the door and went inside. There were no cars in the driveway. From the time, three thirty, there was likely to be nobody home. Still, he was careful, always. He turned away, going back to the mall. He picked up his van and drove back, parking just down the street from her house. He took out a clipboard and made notes, then waited. An hour later a teenage boy arrived, slightly older than the blonde girl. He noted it. An hour later two more teenage boys, followed closely by a man, and a woman arrived. He noted the times and then drove off. The next day he was back at five in the morning. He studied the house, watching the windows through binoculars. He watched the man and woman and boys leave. The girl remained. He watched for several hours, then saw the girl come out. He drove away, but was back the next three days, studying the situation. The times varied only slightly. He snuck into the backyard the third night, checking out the windows and door. He left, satisfied. Tomorrow, he thought. Amy woke slowly, blinking her eyes against the bright sunlight streaming through the lacy curtains over her bedroom windows. She yawned and rolled over, trying to bury her face in the thick pillow. She dozed lightly for a time, but soon woke again. She curled up under the covers, delightfully comfortable, the soft silk nightshirt she wore caressing her ivory skin. She rolled over onto her back and brought her hands up behind her head, looking up at the ceiling. Her thick blonde hair fanned out below her on the pillow, making a pleasant contrast to the deep black silk of her nightshirt and the paler blue of the pillowcase. Her eyes, wide and bright blue, shifted to the window and took in the sunshine outside. She sat up, yawning again, throwing back the covers and swinging her legs out over the side of the bed, then stood up and made her way to the door. Naked, but for the button-up nightshirt, she walked down the hall to the stairs, then skipped down them to the living room and went through into the kitchen. She was alone in the house. It was mid-morning and everyone was at work but her. The teenager didn't miss them. She was glad of the peace and relaxation summer vacation provided, and glad too that she wasn't forced to get a summer job or something as her brothers had. She ran a hand through her thick, fluffy mane of hair, then opened the fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring a large cup. She ran through the things she was going to do today. Her schedule was pretty uncertain, which was the way she liked it. It left opportunities for new fun to present itself. She took the cup upstairs to the bathroom, sipping as she climbed the stairs. Her movements were smooth and graceful, her willowy body moving easily, all awkwardness of youth gone now as she approached womanhood. She set the cup down and closed the door behind her as she unbuttoned her nightshirt and slipped it over her shoulders. She hung it on a hook and glanced at herself in a mirror. She studied her body for a moment, vanity overcoming reserve and discomfort. Amy hadn't been really comfortable with her body since she'd reached puberty, and it had begun to change in so many ways. Her breasts had embarrassed her the most, as had the hair that grew between her legs. She'd gotten used to them by now, though. She even thought her body rather beautiful, though she still blushed frightfully whenever anyone, particularly a boy, told her so. She was of medium height, for which she was grateful. She knew how unhappy her friends, those who were particularly short, or particularly tall, felt. Being of average height was just about perfect, she thought. Her body was slender but not thin, her breasts high on her chest, round and firm, not sagging the slightest bit despite their size. She'd developed early, which was one of the reasons her breasts had embarrassed her. She'd been a thirty six C at twelve, which, combined with her shortness and slight frame, made her like more than a little top heavy. Now with her increased height and size her breasts looked just a little bigger than what would be perfect. They didn't bring stares from the men like some of her busty friends got, and didn't draw snotty remarks from people. In fact, they looked perfectly average except when she was naked. Only then would someone notice that they were somewhat large for her thin chest. Of course nobody ever saw her naked. The girls at school had her first year in High school, during Gym class, but gym wasn't mandatory after freshman year and she'd dropped it. Some guys had fondled her breasts, and her equally round and firm buttocks, but only in passing for the most part, and usually in the darkness of a parked car. She'd never gone all the way, for the idea of laying naked with a guy, and him being naked too, was just too mortifying to consider seriously. Bad enough, she thought, at the beach, when the guys stared at her in her bikini. To actually be naked, her skin pressed against a naked guy, his hands on her, his groin pressed into hers... The idea was exciting in a way, but she was simply too embarrassed at it to allow the boys their wishes with her. She raised one straight leg and put her foot on the edge of the counter as she ran her hands up and down it. She seldom needed to shave her legs. Hair grew sparsely, and of such a light golden color it was hardly noticeable. Even her pussy hair was just a little bit of fluff along her cleft. She raised her arms, putting her hands behind her head. No, there was no hair in her armpits either. But then, there never had been. She noticed in passing how her breasts stood out even more proudly in this position, and felt a slight thrill at the thought of someone seeing her like this. Then she dropped her arms and slid the door of the shower stall over. She reached in and turned on the water, which gushed out of the overhead nozzle. She adjusted it to the right temperature, nice and hot and steamy, then stepped in and closed the door behind her. She let the water pour down over her, thinking about what to do today, who to call on the phone, which of her girlfriends to hang around with. She thought she'd give Jenny a call after her shower and go down to the mall for a little while, maybe scope out some guys. She reached for the shampoo, which was sitting on a nearby shelf, then stepped out of the water and poured a bit into her hand and rubbed it into her hair. She soaped up her head thoroughly, her eyes closed as a thick layer of foamy soap rose on her head. She stepped forward into the stream of water and let it pour down over her, feeling the soap dissolving and running down her body. She ran her fingers through her hair, sliding them through the thick wet tresses to work the soap out, then shoved her hair back and stepped back out of the water. She backed into something warm and wet and soft and gave a startled shriek, spinning around and stumbling back into the wall below the shower as she tore her eyes open. She stared in shock and horror a the large muscular naked man that stood there grinning at her, his back against the shower door. "Wh... wh... who are you!?" she cried. "What do you want? How did you get here?" Her hands frantically tried to cover her nakedness, her right arm crossing her breasts and her left hand cupping her pussy mound. The man, a bald black man, didn't answer, grinning still. "What do you want?" she asked again, her voice high and shrill and frightened. Terror made her body tremble as she stared at the man. His body, wet from the shower, glistened, his muscles thick and rippling. His head was bald but shaved that way, she thought, and between his thickly muscled thighs was a black bush of pubic hair and a penis, thick and black and half erect. She stared at him, appalled, her eyes flicking from his arrogant smile to his groin, then back again. She glanced past him at the door, ruling as hopeless any thought of getting past him. "What do you want?" she asked again, her chin trembling as she fought to hold back a sob. She was horribly embarrassed at her nudity, and the way his eyes took it in. He hadn't said a word, hadn't moved towards her. She knew what he wanted, though, holding onto a slim, a very slim hope that she was wrong. "I'll scream!" she cried. "Nobody will hear it," he said, smiling. His voice was deep and rich. "What do you want?" she asked again. "To fuck you." The words sent a jolt of fear through her. His eyes studied her there, a quirky smile on his face as she continued to try and cover the lushness of her naked body. At last he stepped forward. Amy backed into the corner of the shower stall, whimpering, a sob escaping her lips. The man was too powerfully built to even consider fighting. She, who had never fought anyone, who considered both exercise and violence to be ludicrous concepts, was in no position to refuse this man anything he desired, and, she was sure, what he desired was her. His hands gripped her wrists and lifted them effortlessly away from her body, raising them in the air and pinning them back against the wall behind her. He stared down at her, grinning still. Amy's eyes bulged as she stared up in terror. "Please," she whimpered. "Please. Please don't!" Then he pulled her wrists together, holding them in one large black hand. The other hand slid down under her chin, caressing her throat. He closed his hand, easily encompassing her narrow throat with his large, sausage-like fingers. He didn't squeeze much, just a bit, then his hand slipped away. It was a threat, and she knew it. She trembled at the idea of what he could do to her. Her mind replayed all the gruesome horror stories she'd heard, of the things insane men did to pretty girls. Rape was far from the worst thing that could happen to her, she realized then. His big hand slid down her chest, then stroked the flesh of her breasts. He cupped her left breast, lifting it gently, as though weighing it. His fingers slid up onto the nipple and stroked it lightly. "Nice. Nice tits," he sighed. "Nice everything." "Oh God," she sobbed. He bent and his mouth came down on her breast, his lips around her nipple. He sucked softly, like a baby suckling at its mother's breast. His tongue flickered against her nipple as he took it into his mouth, and his teeth closed around it, gnawing ever so slightly. He pulled his lips away, then licked a trail across to her other breast. His tongue was large and pink and soft. He lapped upwards against her other nipple, then closed his lips over it and sucked. She said nothing, did nothing, frozen in fear and helplessness and humiliation. His tongue curled around her nipple and slid upwards onto her chin, then over her jaw and against her lips, which she closed tightly. He cupped her breast again, his fingers squeezing harder, then his hand went around behind her and he pulled her chest forward, even as he held her hands pinned together against the wall. Her chest arched out, her breasts round and hard as her skin tightened against them. He bent again and ran his tongue over her nipples, slurping and sucking on the glistening wet little buds. He kissed them and sucked on them, long minutes passing as his tongue and lips and teeth worked them over. Her nipples hardened, though not with excitement. Still, he seemed satisfied and stood back, releasing her hands. She immediately tried to cover herself again. He shook his head, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away, a stern look on his face. Stand straight and don't try and hide that nice body of yours, honey. You know I'm gonna get what I want." Reluctantly, fearfully, she let her arms drop to her side, though she stopped as if to hide her figure. He lifted the soft wash sponge, the one with the soap inside it, and squeezed it. Soap oozed out. He pressed the sponge against her chest and began to rub it up and down over her breasts, down her belly and up between her legs. His hand gripped her upper arm and he turned her, then scrubbed the soapy sponge over her back and down over her buttocks. He turned her around again so she faced him. She stared in helpless fear as he handed her the sponge. She hesitated then raised her hand and took it, making sure not to touch his hand. She stared at the sponge, then at him, then at the sponge again. He stepped forward a little and she backed against the wall once more. His big hand gripped her wrist and raised it, pressing the sponge against his thick, muscular chest. he rubbed it up and down a couple of times then took his hand away. Amy continued to rub the sponge against him, quivering with tension as she soaped up his chest and upper belly. His hand pushed the sponge downward, and reluctantly she slid it over his lower belly, then up and down his thighs. Again he took her hand and pressed the soapy sponge into his crotch, against his genitals. She clenched her teeth in embarrassment as she sponged up his cock, making sure again that only the sponge touched him. He took the sponge from her hand and she backed up again, looking at him in fear. He followed her into the corner, his eyes steady as he looked down at her. His hands came down and he cupped her breasts, then stroked the slippery, soapy surface, his fingers gliding across. "Real nice," he sighed. His hands went around her then and he jerked her forward against him. She squealed as her naked flesh was pressed against his. Her breasts mashed against his hard, muscular chest, her thighs and legs and belly pressed into his. She squirmed frantically to pull back but his hands held her tightly. Horrified, she could do nothing but moan and whimper as his hands stroked her back and buttocks. His left hand slid down onto her ass, covering it, squeezing and kneading the soft, soapy buttocks. His right hand went behind her head, his fingers pressing into her skull, turning her head upwards. His lips pressed against hers with firm pressure. She tried to pull her head away, tried to turn it, but couldn't. She moaned weakly as his lips slid over hers. She kept her lips tightly closed, her teeth clenched. Her mind was spinning with terror and shock as she felt his hardness pressing into her. His erection was hard also, and had become crushed between her belly and his. With appalled shock, she sensed just how long and thick and hard the male organ was. He pulled his lips from hers briefly, a frown on his face. He opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out at her, nodding. She looked back in fear, not responding. He frowned harder, opening his mouth and nodding. Frightened, she opened her mouth, just a little. He smiled and she hesitantly smiled as well. Then his lips came down against hers and his tongue slid into her mouth. She whimpered, the sound muffled by his lips. He slid his tongue all over the inside of her mouth, then over her tongue, caressing it. His fingers were kneading her buttocks and his chest ground against her flattened breasts. He pressed her into the corner, then let go of her head as he pulled his lips free. His hand went down to his groin and he folded his thick fingers around his prong, then pressed it down. He kneed her thighs apart and pressed his groin forward, his frighteningly long cock sliding between her thighs, the shaft pressing up against her pubic mound. His hand, the one under her ass, gripped the tip of his cock and he sort of humped against her, sawing his cock back and forth between her thighs, pressing it up against her cunt slit. Amy was breathing so hard and fast she was getting light headed. She trembled in horror and mortification as she felt his male organ pressing against her pussy mound. He pressed it up harder, forcing it up into her soft, pulpy cunt mound, mashing it up into her slit, sawing it against the delicate pink flesh within. "Please don't," she sobbed. But he ignored her. His heavy, soapy body pressed into hers, slippery and warm. He gripped her left thigh and raised it off the floor, pulling it high. He pulled his hips back and brought his cock out from between her thighs, then, keeping her leg open with his, he pressed his thick, soapy cockhead against her cunt slit and rubbed it back and forth. Amy felt the pressure mounting as he cockhead pressed against her vaginal entrance. She felt her pussy lips spreading as the invader forced its way up between them. She sobbed again, then caught her breath, staring up at him as he forced the thick organ into her pussy tunnel. "Noo," she whimpered. "Noooooooo." He ignored her and his cock, hard and thick, moved into her. She gasped in pain as her tight, virgin hole was forced to spread. His cock pumped lightly against her snatch, using short strokes, each forcing it a little bit deeper. She cried out, her back arching, her body trying to jerk away from him as his cock pressed into her hymen. She squirmed and thrashed frantically, then gave a cry of pain and sorrow as she felt her cherry snap and his cock slid up into the previously hidden depths of her vagina. He gripped her thigh again, forcing it up and back, his hand caressing the soft skin as he drove his cock deep into her belly. Her eyes bugged out and she jerked helplessly, her mind shaking and spinning, her body helpless against him. She sobbed quietly as she felt his cockhead mashing into the very end of her pussy, felt her pussy lips clinging tightly to his shaft. She was impaled on his long, thick male organ, and clung to him, her arms gripping his shoulders to keep from falling. "Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh," she moaned. He bent and crushed his lips against hers again, his tongue sliding into her mouth with intimate freedom. He ground his hips against her, his hard, muscular thighs bruising hers, his big hard organ twisting and turning inside her belly. "Tight," he groaned. "Tight, hot pussy." His hand gripped her head again as he chewed hungrily at her mouth. His lips roved across her face, less gentle now. His lips kissed voraciously, his tongue slid and rasped against her soft flesh, and he bit down lightly, fast little nips to her ears and cheek and throat. She gave a startled cry as he drew his long, sword of a cock back, shocked by the sensation as it slid backwards over her pussy lips. Then he pushed forward and his big tool slid back up into her belly again, drawing a moan of protest. With just one foot on the floor she had to continued clutching his shoulders to keep from falling. His hard soapy body rubbed up and down against hers as he began to slide his cock in and out of her newly opened pussy tunnel. She closed her eyes and shuddered as his movements became steady, his hard black flesh scraping against her pubic lips as he pumped his organ up and down inside her body. She was being fucked, she realized. She was no longer a virgin, and she was being fucked. The frantic beating of her heart slowed somewhat with the realization. What was left to fear now? It had been done, was being done. She wasn't in much pain any more and most likely, from what she'd heard, he would soon be spent and would go. She felt a small kernel of anger at him now that the terror had eased. She did not, could not, resist though, for that might anger him. Angering him was far from what she desired just then. She was certain, somehow, that he was capable of great violence, and did not want that violence directed against her frail, naked flesh. She followed the movements of his organ inside her, unnerved at how clearly her body communicated every sensation as his hardness moved up and down in her soft pink tunnel. It was strange to feel something actually moving inside her body. Her pussy lips, she noted, were moving up and down with the motion of his organ, now being pulled out, now being pushed in. They clung tightly to his hard shaft as it pumped up and down. Of course she noted this just in passing, most of her concentration on his face, staring up at him as if this would provide her warning of his intentions. Surely he wouldn't hurt her now? She hadn't fought, hadn't resisted. He had what he wanted and would soon go. Both his hands went down to her buttocks then, squeezing them hard as he jerked her up against him. His cock moved faster inside her, and his hips struck her thighs with bruising force, jarring her body. His cock was slicing back and forth inside her furiously. He bit down on the side of her neck as he hammered his loins into her. Amy's face was pressed into his shoulder and she clung to him even tighter as his motions made her body jerk back and forth on the single leg. Not that she could fall, she thought, not with the way he was holding her. Surely he would catch her. He was practically lifting her off the floor as it was. Then she heard a gurgle of excitement from him and he jammed her down hard, his cock punching against her cervix with enough force to make her cry out. He held her against him, shaking slightly, and Amy knew his sperm was gushing up into her cunt. The knowledge filled her with horror and nausea, but more than that with relief, for now that he had had his orgasm he would surely leave. Wouldn't he? Her fears rose again, wondering if he would now kill her, as men sometimes did to cover their rapes. He held her against him and she thought she felt his penis softening inside her belly. Then he pulled back, letting her leg down. His cock slipped from between her pussy lips, which closed again. He pushed her back, sighing in pleasure. Amy backed into the corner, one hand moving down onto her pussy and squeezing it a little to ease the soreness. He grinned at her. He moved under the water and let it pour down over him, washing away the soap. She glanced at his organ and saw it was only partially soft yet. She wondered at how he had possibly gotten such a large thing inside her without killing her. He clenched his hands into fists and raised his arms above his head suddenly, letting out a howl that made Amy squeak in shock and fear. He arched his back, howling up at the roof, the muscles standing out all over his shining black skin. Then he turned and his eyes gleamed as they fell on her. He reached for her and gripped her arm, then jerked her forward and shoved down, unbalancing her, forcing her down onto her knees. He gripped her head then and tilted it up as he stepped before her. She stared up at him, intensely aware of his half hard cock inches from her face. Oh God, she thought with horror. He wants me to suck his cock! "Suck this, baby. Suck my black cock. All you white whores get off on black meat. I bet you jerked off a hundred times dreaming of a big black prick up your snatch." "No! I never." "Suck it!" He pressed it against her lips and she scrunched up her face in disgust. His hand jerked her head and he pressed it against her lips again. Tentatively, she opened them, just a bit. He pushed his cockhead forward and her lips opened just a bit more. She almost threw up, but was terrified of what he might do to he if she did. His cockhead slipped past her lips and his shaft followed. She'd never sucked a cock before but knew roughly how it was done from talking with her girlfriends. She sucked on his cock as he moved it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue tried to hide for awhile, even though she knew she was supposed to make use of it. Finally she moved it against his cock as he pumped it in and out. Frighteningly fast, his cock grew hard between her lips, hard and long and thick. Her mouth was wide as her lips encompassed it's massive girth and her jaw soon ached as he continued to pump it in and out of her mouth. He held her head firmly in place as he humped into her. Her hands were flat against his hips, as though to hold him back, but she applied no force. She was revolted by the movements of his cock inside her mouth, feeling more degraded then she ever had in her life. Still she sucked on it, knowing that she must do as he desired, not wanting to anger the large, powerfully built man. Several times his cockhead pushed back so far she choked and came close to throwing up, and she had to desperately control herself. Then his hand forced her head far back and he suddenly thrust forward. Her mind screamed in shocked horror as his cockhead forced its way right into her throat and slid down her gullet. She slapped despairingly at his belly and hips, trying to push herself free. His cock slid all the way down her throat through, and his balls were soon resting on her chin as he held her head in both hands and pumped slowly up and down. Her throat felt swollen and bloated and she fought to keep from choking or throwing up or both. She couldn't breath, not even the slightest bit. Her throat was totally blocked by the thickness of his meaty fuck stick. Her throat ached, from the inside, all the way down to her upper chest and she could feel his prick rasping against the walls of the thin tube as it moved up and down inside. She became faint, both from shock and lack of oxygen. She stared up at him, her eyes held by his as he grinned down at her with smug satisfaction. She could not move herself even an inch away, could not pull her throat off his cock spike, could not resist his steady pumping motions. Her hands flapped with less energy, then slowly fell to her sides as she knelt there on the tiled floor. Her back was arched painfully, but she ignored that completely, and started to even ignore the cock in her throat. Her chest burned, and her eyes fluttered as her vision blurred. She started to sag down, but was held up by his hands, which were still tightly gripping her head. Then he slid his cock back up and out of her throat, popping it out into her mouth, then removing it entirely. Amy shuddered, sucking in deep long breaths of air, her chest heaving as she felt the dizziness fading from her mind. He lowered himself to his knees in front of her, then hugged her against him, his face nuzzling against the side of her throat. She panted for breath, kneeling weakly, the strength of his arms keeping her from sinking to the floor. He pulled back, smiling as he turned her around. She didn't understand but obeyed, having little choice. He turned her back to him and pushed forward on her shoulders, bending her. She dropped weakly onto her hands, groaning and coughing a little. "This is the way all you bitches need it," he whispered. "On all fours with your ass sticking in the air. You snotty whores wouldn't be so snotty then, would you." She felt his big hand cupping her pussy mound, then felt the round hardness of his cock against her slit. She closed her eyes and shuddered, resigning herself to what he was going to do. He spread her legs a little more and then slid his cock into her pussy. It was easier this time, both because of her position and the fact that she was no longer a virgin. He buried it inside her snug belly and ground his hips against her buttocks. His hands stroked her back, sliding along her sides and over her shoulder blades. They slid up onto her shoulders, folding tight as he pumped steadily in her pussy. Amy was stunned as her mind took in her situation. She was being fucked like a dog, what the guys called doggie style. She was on all fours, naked, being... being ridden by this tall black skinned stranger. His cock pumped smoothly inside her, the sensation shocking in both its novelty and naturalness. There was no real pain. In fact, the movements of his organ inside her felt, well, they didn't feel bad, anyway, she thought, refusing to even think to herself that it might feel good. Her cunt lips were as tight and strained in this position as the last, and she wondered if all cocks were so thick. She didn't think so. She sagged a little and his hands slid under her and suddenly jerked up on her hips, forcing her ass higher. She steadied herself, keeping her ass high as he pumped his cock in and out of her slit. God! The picture this must present! How horrible and disgusting and filthy it was! How long would this go on? What had it been now, hours? Rationally, she thought it had only been some minutes, perhaps twenty or so. She felt another wave of anger at him for forcing himself on her, for using her like she was some kind of sex slave to him. She wanted to scream at him, to demand he explain why he thought he could do this. How dare he! He continued to pump into her, his cock straining the walls of her pussy tunnel as he ran it in and out. His hips were slapping against her wet, still soapy buttocks as his hands roamed over her body. She was aware of her breasts swinging back and forth beneath her like udders just before his hands slid under her ribs and cupped them. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her hanging breasts, twisting it slowly, mashing upwards so the malleable meat oozed out between his fingers. He rolled her melons up and down in his hands and pinched her breasts, all the while continuing the steady pumping motions that sent his cock up and down inside her belly. His hips smashed into her buttocks with steady rhythm, knocking her forward on her hands. She jerked back and forth under the blows, her head low as she stared down at the floor. She tried to let her mind drift, and chanted a silent mantra as though to distract herself. She tried to distance her mind from what was going on. Now that her fear had ebbed this worked to a point. Her body, however, could not ignore the fingers kneading and stroking it any more than it could the steady pumping motions of the male organ sliding back and forth in her cunt chamber. However, since her fear had eased her muscles had loosened up somewhat, including those in her groin. There was no pain there now. In fact, the friction of his cock flesh against her pussy skin and across her cunt lips, was rather pleasant...