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Chapter Two

"Bruce?" Valerie knocked timidly at the door of the old house. Her heart was in her throat and her courage was failing now that she was here… but he had to be told. He had to be told about Bobby's behavior. She knocked again. Damn. Why didn't he have a telephone like everybody else? Then she wouldn't have had to face him. The old house just echoed with her knocks emptily, yet his truck was in the yard. Maybe he was down at the beach.

Following the bubbling little stream that led to the open sea, Valerie made her way through the heavy brush along the banks. Why bother? Suddenly, a thought depressed her even more than her already gloomy outlook. Supposing Bruce didn't believe her… suppose he defended Bobby… suppose he laughed at her…

At last she reached the heavy columns of the high bridge that spanned the canyon where the river trickled into the smooth Pacific. She rested a moment against the hard concrete buttress and then plodded on through the sand, cursing herself and Bobby and Bruce too. It would have been easier if she had never dated Bruce or had any kind of personal contact with him. She never should have, she thought grimly. Certainly he was like no man she'd ever dated before.

Pity mostly, at first, had been her motivation. Bruce Landers blended in well with the canyon people but he was a far cry from the correct college boys and young businessmen she'd dated previously. Bruce Landers was a widower with a teenage boy and because Bobby was in her school, motherless and not very well motivated, she'd felt sorry for him and his father.

Bearded and shabby in faded jeans like all the other hippie types in the canyon, Valerie had been amazed to find that Bruce had dropped out of a life very much like her own background when his wife died. An upper middle management man with a huge corporation he'd suddenly found his life didn't satisfy him anymore. A status drop-out was the way he described himself. He'd sold everything, packed up and moved to the canyon. Valerie presumed he lived on his savings for he never seemed to work except for odd jobs occasionally, gardening, carpentry. Mostly he did weird sculpture, fished, puttered at fixing up the old house he'd bought on the canyon floor not far from the beach. Her dates with him had been picnics on the beach, an occasional experimental movie at the college, a folk dance group at a neighborhood center in town.

"Hi!"

Valerie jumped, clutching her jacket, and then she saw him. Shirtless, squatting down in the sand, Bruce was busy bending scrap wire and pieces of driftwood into one of his sculptures. He grinned up at her, a dirty half naked savage. Strangely, his dark beard and unkempt hair made him look younger than his thirty seven years. He motioned for Valerie to sit down.

"How've you been?"

"Bruce… I… I… ah… have some bad news."

"Oh?"' he inquired casually, still twisting the wire and securing the gnarled wood. "What's that?"

"Well… well… Bobby… he…"

"He didn't get hurt?"

"No… no nothing like that."

"He raped a girl after school… in the field there…" Valerie blurted out loudly.

"Raped, huh?" Bruce laughed.

"You think that's funny!"

"Well, I don't hold much with this rape idea… usually doesn't work that way," he said calmly.

"But this girl is only thirteen years old!"

"Old enough then… so Bobby's growing up," he laughed shaking his head philosophically.

"Bruce… the girl… Bobby… I saw them!" Valerie exclaimed aghast at Bruce's calm acceptance of the news. "How can you sit there… as though…" Words failed Valerie, and an unreasoning anger rose in her. No wonder there was so much juvenile delinquency when a parent could take such an attitude.

"Tell me… did old Bob really give it to her?" Bruce laughed, rising to look closely into Valerie's face. He stood over her laughing like a bearded satyr, the muscles in his naked chest rippling powerfully as he rubbed the sand on his hands against his jeans. Valerie shrank instinctively back a step, her eyes drawn magnet-like to his naked brawn, the dark curling hair on his chest making a V down to his navel.

"You better wake up, Valerie… start living in the real world, honey. Why should I be outraged? My son's only doing what his instincts tell him to do… what any normal person does when he reaches a certain age. I'd be a hell of a lot more worried if he didn't get some pussy at fifteen."

"You… you're a monster, Bruce Landers… a…" Valerie sputtered wildly, a sudden fear clutching her for Bruce kept inching closer, leering down into her face.

"And you're a hypocrite, baby… a real first class hypocrite."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that… don't you ever…"

"Here… I'll prove it…"

All her anger and fear and outrage were suddenly stoppered by Bruce Landers' laughing mouth. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his mouth coming down on hers fiercely in a deep brutal kiss. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his filthy tongue that spewed such horrible words and she was claimed by his hard body in a vise like embrace. Valerie strained against him but he only wrapped her closer and began fucking his long tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands bit into the flesh of her buttocks and back, pulling her cringing body into his hard maleness. She could feel an almost instant bulge form in his jeans and it buried deeply against her belly. Its enormity was obvious even through the clothes. Gagging and choking on his invading tongue she tried vainly to spew it out but his lips were pressed against hers so ferociously that her own teeth were bruising her lips. He was devouring her and the smell of his hard male body was in her nostrils and she felt as though she'd faint there in the sand.

Bruce explored every ridge and hollow of Valerie's velvet, wetly caverned mouth with his tongue while his cock rose heavily and painfully in his tight jeans, straining to get into her other hollow that needed him so badly. Damned hypocritical bitch! Well, by God this was one time he'd teach her that badly needed lesson. It hadn't been worth it before. Too many other bitches in heat around, but now… coming down here to tell him Bobby was in some little chit's pants… now, she was going to get it. Probably why she came… at least subconsciously. Amazing what women would do so as to maneuver themselves into getting validly raped.

He held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, his tongue locked deeply into her mouth, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts mashed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming between her legs so that her pubic mound was pressed hard against him. She tried desperately to move her head and Bruce only caught her skull in his hand and jerked her mouth under his again deeper and harder. He held her so hard and so long that finally she went limp in his arms, the breath rattling out her nose desperately and moans bubbling up muffled from her chest.

Despite her height, Valerie was no match for this huge brute who held her easily. His strength was simply too much for her. Her struggling had not broken his hold and some survival instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could somehow fool him and get away from that brutal mouth and iron arms. Oh God! Why had she come here. She should have known! He was a maniac, an animal with one thing on his mind. How could she have expected the father to be different from the son?

The wind howled suddenly and came rushing in from the sea, whipping around the locked figures standing and swaying on the sand. The desperateness of her situation suddenly hit Valerie. There was no one around. Nothing but sea and sky and sand and the dark shadows of the bridge girders.

His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing her buttocks and cupping her heavy breasts that suddenly felt like heavy balloons, swollen and fevered. Tears stung Valerie's eyes and the bitter gall of knowing she had devised her own downfall at this beast's hands rose in anguished moans from beneath her breastbone to burble helplessly in the tongue filled cavern of her mouth.

Suddenly one of his hands had snaked under the clean blouse she'd put on. Illogically she was glad she'd stopped at her cottage in the Highlands to scrub herself clean and change clothes before coming down here. The horror of that thought then hit her as she felt his big hand rip the catch on her bra and then come around to weigh her naked breast in the huge palm as though it were a ripened fruit at the market. The warmth of his hand enveloped her through the skin of that one hand and the wind was less cold. A tremor shook her when his hand rubbed and tweaked the nipple to instant hardness and the warmth like creeping syrupy sweetness stole through her veins and bones and skin. Unconsciously she sucked the probing tongue in her mouth of her own volition and felt the chasing ripples of promised rapture skittering through her loins and breasts and belly.

That was better. Hot bitch crucifying herself on her own crude cross of respectability. Christ, she tasted and smelled like ambrosia. Bruce could feel his cock twitching painfully in the cloth prison. Willowy blonde goddess with a body better than any Venus. Clothes couldn't hide a body that well and he knew already what that flesh would look like naked and lusting. Well, there would be no more waiting!

Valerie felt Bruce's mouth slide at last down her long throat and she breathed in the sea air gratefully, the sobs audible now. She shook in the wind like a leaf and gathered her strength for the moment he made a false move. Oh God… she must get out of here or in a few more moments she too would be splayed out and impaled down into the sand like that poor child behind the school!

"See what I mean, baby… you like it… you just tell yourself you don't… mmm…

Valerie felt his hand fumbling with her jacket to get it down her arms, his mouth pressed into the hollow of her shoulder like a brand that seared her skin indelibly. NOW, her brain screamed frantically and she jerked back out of his grasp and turned to run.

Before she'd gone two steps Bruce closed the gap between them, caught her wrist and spun her down on her back on the sand.

"NO… no… please… please Bruce… oh God… nooooooo…" she sobbed, her eyes pleading helplessly up at him in his standing position above her.

"Too late, honey," he said looking down at her, a cold cruel grin beginning to play around his mouth. "Too late for anything but fucking now.

"Oh, my God!" she'd gasped, cringing within at the vile sound of the obscene word, and its very significant meaning to her at that petrifying moment, while he began to remove the clothes from his tall, muscular body; until at last, he stood over her licentiously naked, his thick hard penis lancing out from his lean, hairy loins like some brutal instrument of torment.

She gaped in sheer disbelief as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd grin, began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head. It jerked to his own touch and as she stared up in abhorrence she thought she detected several drops of white male semen seep from the tiny split at its tip…

"Fascinating, isn't it, darling?" he leered, reveling obviously in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to… He laughed lewdly. "Well now… just wait till I slip it up into that tight little cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it. I'll tell you the truth, honey… it's made more than one snooty little bitch beg for mercy." He started to laugh again, then, caught himself. "By the way, you do have a tight little cunt, I hope…?"

"Stop it! Stop it!" she shouted at him, tears spilling uncontrollably down her cheeks as he went on with his tormenting, watching the contorted expressions of shock and near-paralyzing fear pass over her face in a kaleidoscope of sheer repugnance.

But he didn't stop… only continued to grin lewdly at her while she lay as if glued to the sand, watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand… the unbelievable thickness of it causing her subconscious to recall his words of a moment before… more than one… beg for mercy… My God, no woman could ever take such a thing inside her… it would rip her intestines to shreds!

Again, he started toward her.

"Bruce! D-don't come any nearer! You hear… Don't touch me!" she'd managed to blurt at him through her loathing and fear, yet realizing that her words were futile… that he was going to take her helpless, virginal body no matter how she pleaded with him… He was his son's father!

"Are you going to strip off those pretty clothes, baby… or do you want me to rip them off your ass into shreds?"

Valerie lay there completely defenseless, still froze in semi-shock and near-terror, until he reached out for her, jerking her up to her feet and clamping her face between his strong hands, his wet lips encompassing hers tightly, his tongue bursting deep into her mouth while the hardness of his prick gouged into the soft flesh of her belly… then he was stripping her.

As terrified and sickened as she was, she realized the uselessness of struggling. Dear God, she thought, what a monstrous farce she helped to perpetrate on her own self…

"That's my little hypocrite," he hissed at her. "Let old Bruce prepare you for the fucking of your life."

Once more, she cringed at the vile sound of the obscene word he breathed hotly into her tearstained face. She was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her body, tugging at zippers and unfastening snaps, until the air caressed her naked flesh, hardening the nipples of her unleashed, full white breasts, and then she felt her flimsy white panties being pulled down over the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks.

He stepped back then and gazed at her while she closed her eyes and stood, chin high, trying desperately to control the tears attempting to flood from them, nearly losing her balance as she swayed dangerously in her self-inflicted darkness… There was nothing left but shame now…

"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her against his lust incited nakedness, crushing her breasts flat to his powerful, hairy chest, his hands cupping the round full globes of her buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking staff burrowed tightly into the white softness of her flaccid belly. "You're all that I thought you were going to be… when I watched this tight little ass of yours whip around the school… Damn, how I wanted to fuck that aristocratic little pussy of yours, baby… just flip you onto your back and throw those long legs up over your head… and stuff this cock into that soft white little belly of yours until you could taste it…"

"Oh God," she moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic tingle of excitement his obscene description of what he was going to do to her was arousing in her. And then, he caught her by her pigtail, jerking her head back, his open mouth finding hers while his hand clutched and kneaded her left breast mercilessly, pinching and twisting at the nipple, immediately quenching the fleeting passion of a moment before.

She whimpered against his lips from the brutal mauling of her soft sensitive breast, her eyes blinded with the tears of her shameful and humiliating situation, while deep within she knotted with the dreaded fear of the inevitable moment when he would try to penetrate her virginal passage with the horrendous thickness of his penis pressing hard against her stomach.

Oh, my God, what had she done? What had she done? And then, suddenly, he forced her to the sand.

"Oh… oh, please, Bruce. My God…" she pled as he moved over her and pressed her down before him, quickly placing one knee between her automatically closing legs. "I… I've never… my God! I'm a virgin, Bruce!"

He poised himself above her on all fours, only the one leg between hers, and grinned down at her in his lustful state.

"Really?" he said thickly. "Well now… that's some phenomenon these days, even for a school teacher." He chuckled excitedly. "All in your favor though, darling. At least, it makes me feel I'm getting my money's worth. So… spread those beautiful white thighs of yours and we'll change all that."

"P-please, Bruce… My God, be gentle…"

"Spread' em damnit!" he'd snarled, as if nothing else mattered to him but burying his heavy, desire hardened cock inside her chaste tender flesh, and reluctantly, afraid now to resist him, she opened her thighs while he lifted his other leg and planted himself commandingly between the long tan columns, his eyes gaping down lustfully at the pink moist flesh of her slightly opened cuntal lips. Then, he sat back momentarily on his haunches, still staring at the completely exposed sight of her sparse, golden, hair-covered vagina, and as she watched in near-paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her soft, smooth thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft, downy flanges of her cunt. Her breath had caught in her chest as with a slow, tantalizing outward movement, he drew the gently pulsating lips slowly apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to the mercy of his gaze.

"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the tiniest little pussy I've seen in a long time!"

"Bruce… Bruce, please… don't!!!" she begged, the words tumbling pleadingly from the pathetically trembling lips.

He said nothing, only sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto her, his hands plundering greedily over the soft lush contours of her fear stricken young body, squeezing her full, succulent breasts sadistically, his mouth lowering to chew hungrily at one nipple then the other, while she writhed painfully beneath him.

"Oh… oh, my God…" she'd moaned beneath his depraved attack. He held her imprisoned with the weight of his strong sinuous body, her head rolling back and forth wildly while his hand sought his prick and jammed the blood-filled head between the moist, tender lips of her vagina, working it up and down briefly to part the soft, sparse pubic hair, and thrusting it forward against the tight, reluctantly cringing mouth of her cunt.

Abruptly, her terror got the better of her; she tried to scream… but couldn't! Then, she felt the agonizing pressure beginning. For one brief moment, she thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious to her that it would never fit. Again, she tried to scream.

He flicked his hips forward.

"Oooooooohhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooooo!" The scream came then. Her brain reeled, but more from fear than the pain. She heard him grunt heavily, then he pressed into her again, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength, until suddenly her cunt gave way before him. The tight elastic ring of her vaginal entrance popped open with a snapping, unexpected sound and the huge spongy head slipped wetly up inside her with a rush that left her gasping for breath.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She flailed her head insanely and tried to get her talon-crooked fingers up to claw at his face with her nails as she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman, endeavoring to escape the cruel and agonizing impalement of her helpless cunt.

She squealed as might a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes while he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the sand. She kicked her legs out frantically in a futile attempt for relief, but the move only worsened her position, and he sunk his massive hardness deeper into her softly yielding flesh without benefit of mercy while she began to half-screech incoherently from the unbelievable pain. Brutally, his stone-hard cock bored further and further into her unprepared, virginal passage, expanding the sensitive moist walls until she was certain her thighs would split asunder from the outward, relentless pressure… then, his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her own and she felt his balls dangling heavy between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

She tried to speak, beg, anything… but couldn't raise the words from her throat. He whipped her breath away with his cruel penetration of her unreceptive and unwanting vagina, the scalding pain emitting from it and her whole crotch area assuring her that he was tearing her badly, and as the huge, massive thing lay entombed beyond reason deep in her helplessly quivering belly, the warm and wetly stretched walls of her cunt wrapped like a salved bandage around it, she was certain she could feel the blood trickling down the cleft between her buttocks to form a warm, wet pool beneath her on the sand.

But he never stopped. Like some mad rapist, he never even gave her an acclimating moment of adjustment to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He simply began to fuck, plunging in and out of her like a crazed feral animal. Half in shock from the pain, as well as the heartbreak, shame and humiliation, she gaped up helplessly at his lust-contorted face, trying with all of her heart to fathom what lay beyond that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Her eyes blurred with her tears, but more from the mental anguish as the pain slowly began to subside and she determined that his only thought was to spew his waiting load of white, hot semen deep inside her in the age old heritage of the dominating male animal.

When the pain eased a little, her moistly tingling vaginal passage flowered strangely and against her will open to him and fiery tongues of ecstatic pleasure began to lick hungrily at her soft sensitive flesh. Uncontrollably, her whole body began an insane twitching and writhing beneath him and she found herself groaning incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with wild and complete abandon deep into his throat. Her legs on either side of his impaling cock jerked and quivered of their own volition, and she drew back her knees tight against her throbbing breasts, presenting the naked plane of her loins wide-open to his pile-driving thrusts, and he ground hard and deep, his cock boring far up into the hidden, never before touched, sanctuary of her womb.

Oh God, yes, she wanted it now… No matter what he did to her!

At that moment, she nearly begged him! Her body was screaming for release; he drove her desire to that wildly spiraling point with the force of his lust alone. Then the brutal pressure of the rocklike hardness of his cock against the virgin opening of her cunt made Valerie grow tense again from the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely come again. She thought her flesh was ripping apart from the steady increase of force as his hips pushed forward with more and more strength. The pain in her groin grew to ever greater proportions as her vagina resisted the blunt force of the fleshy hard cock, until suddenly, her whole body seemed to rip in half as the giant head pushed deeper than ever into the tight, restricting, small passage.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Valerie groaned her fresh agony out loud as the pain seared through her body again. She couldn't control her voice any longer, and she cried out a plea for mercy. But she didn't realize that Bruce Landers was beyond hearing her. She was trying desperately to fight off the pain that tore at her insides, and that one thought occupied her total mind. She squirmed her buttocks back away from the ramming instrument, but she was held tightly by the strong grip and weight of his body.

"Aaaaawwwwwwwhhhhhh!" She screamed, as the force drove even more heavily now into her vagina, the blood-filled column expanding her tightly stretched passage to fit perfectly its thick round size. With slow sureness, it pressed inward even further, a millimeter at a time, and each move seemed to Valerie to be more terrible now than the last. She was convinced that she could never retain her consciousness with Bruce Landers' giant fleshy rod buried up inside her, and she struggled with the fast-draining remainder of her strength, for what she felt was a lifetime lost in her panic as she was. She wasn't interested in doing anything now except getting away from the painful pressure down between her legs, but her struggle was hopeless. She didn't have the strength left in her body to resist anymore, and she gave up fighting the pain. She relaxed, letting the huge rampaging cock just fuck her into oblivion.

"Ooooooooohhhh! Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" she groaned out helplessly when the suddenly unrestricted instrument plunged quickly up the remainder of her wide stretched cunt, completely filling her womb. Bruce's groin crashed hard again into her widespread vagina as his cock submerged in the glovelike flesh to the maximum depth. Valerie didn't move at all, for fear of the pain she knew would come, as she thought for sure that the instrument was going to pierce the walls of her lower belly. She felt as though her whole body was hung limply on a giant staff of flesh stabbed into her womb, and that at any moment it was going to push farther up to tear the rest of her body in two. But it didn't go in any further. It just stayed throbbing in her helplessly stretched cuntal passage like an animal at rest before attacking an elusive prey.

Slowly she became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the steady beat transmitting up through her breast to the hairy chest pressed down against them. The taut nerves in her neck were reacting to the tiny nips of his teeth, and she realized that her arms were wrapped tightly around his body, holding him to her chest like Nature would hold the earth. She hoped that the storm was over, that. the aching in her womb would gradually stop, and the pleasure that was, she knew beginning again, would fill her thoughts.

"Oooohh!" she exclaimed suddenly in protest, as Bruce flexed his tightly wrapped penis to expand the head buried deep up inside her stomach. The pain wasn't nearly as bad now, and the continuing expansion of his hardness began to bring a new sensation throbbing wonderfully through her belly to replace the pain. It was like a form of a final subjugation, to be filled now, after telling on the boy, with the throbbing penis of little Bobby Landers' father. She refocused her senses away from the searing pain of his cock to the pleasurable sensation that was slowly beginning to rebuild in the depths of her burning womb.

The helpless girl drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her wide stretched vaginal lips up against the fuzziness of his pubic hairs. As she arched her hips up slightly, Bruce withdrew his long cock from her womb, and she could feel herself unconsciously resisting his exit and then, when only the head end of it remained inside, she lifted her skewered groin up to him, afraid he might take it all the way out. But, he pushed instead, forward again deep up into the wetly clenched depths of her naked cunt. She could feel the smooth rubbery tip parting the walls of her vagina as it slid down inside her, and her cunt closed tightly around the thick cock, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its form to her brain. She hung suspended on every moment of his long downstroke, feeling this time pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her vagina she again felt the twin sacs of his balls smack lightly against her now voluntarily spread buttocks. The sensation was wonderful for Valerie and she opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even nicer and deeper.

Again, Landers pulled back with his hips to withdraw his excited cock, and as he slammed into her clasping pussy with a faster motion, this time his balls slapped all the way down against her tiny, nakedly puckered anus.

"Aaahhh!" she shrieked from the weird sensation that came rippling up her spine. His balls were stirring with the pressure of sperm inside them, and she could feel their life throbbing as they hung down against her naked anus. The pain of his entry was completely forgotten, and all she could think of was to be fucked again and again by the hard hot flesh inside her womb. Even the aching had subsided to the point of being overtaken by the pleasure of his fucking into her. He began the steady rhythm of sawing in and out of her vagina as it had been done ever since man first appeared on the earth. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of pleasure with ever increasing intensity through every part of her passion aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips up as he drove forward on the downstroke, and pulling back as he retreated.

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Bruce's already-large cock seemed to grow larger as his fucking became faster and faster. His moistened column slid with greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping cunt, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its throbbing shape as it stirred her to greater heights of pleasure. The swelling pounding work in her cunt seemed to go with more urgency as the tempo increased. His cock plowed deep inside her womb, their pubic hairs tangled together, only to depart as it withdrew to plow??? in once again. Valerie felt her whole body become a part of her hungrily clasping cunt, as the sensations were reaching out into her every nerve to create greater and greater excitement. She had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge, fleshy rod pounding crazily into her belly. The frantic rolling motion of their bodies fucking on the sand made her mind whirl with tiny electric stars that bounced and exploded as her passion became higher. They appeared and disappeared like charges of energy from her excited nerves, dancing through her whole being. She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that skewered with tremendous force in her fiery, hot cunt.

She felt as though her body was completely freed of any resistance to pleasure, and she had added sensations streaming from her loins that she wanted, but couldn't identify at first. Then, she realized that Bruce's hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed anus. She kept thinking over and over that she was being fucked, that she was being finally fucked by a man. When his finger suddenly pushed up inside the tightly resisting lips of her anus, the pain was nothing compared to the lewd sensations of total surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her groin pounded into pieces by his giant column of throbbing flesh.

Her belly started jerking uncontrollably then as she felt the head of his screwing penis swell up larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to start spewing out hot male cum at any moment, and, oh God, maybe even make her pregnant, but the growing spasms in her own belly were the focus of her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her insides exploded all around by the hot bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her womb. Then, suddenly, his huge cock sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the length of the long thick cock like a great roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her warmly sucking womb.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh! Ooooooooooooooo! AAwwwwwwwwwggggggghhhhhh!" She screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, sticky cum from his own climax. She could feel every drop of the passion-driven liquid bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response. She jammed her groin up as tightly as possible against the jerking cock inside her, and her wildly contracting cunt erupted like a spewing volcano with her own joyous cum.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwgggggggg!" Her scream echoed around her head as the wetly searing passion in her body soared to a wild pinnacle of delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man above her impassioned body, and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot instrument of pleasure at every tiny opening to her body. She arched her widespread buttocks up to receive all of the hot squirting fluid she could get, and her own milk-white cum gushed up her hungrily contracting passage over the jerking thick cock to spill out around its hair covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned buttocks. It seemed to go on and on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.

"If old Bobby made out as good as I did today, he did pretty well," Bruce breathed heavily against her ear, completely spent and satisfied. He nuzzled her neck appreciatively, nipping and kissing the flushed flesh of her collarbone. "Hurray for hypocritical virgins. They're the best kind," he whispered against her still warmly pulsing skin.

Valerie lay as if dead, eyes closed against the deepening afternoon sky and the bushy bearded face that had in one short hour divided her life into "before" and "after." Dimly her brain began to bleat faintly in some dark recess, trying to arouse the guilt and shame her lusting body had buried in the tides of sensation that had changed her life forever.

Oh God, don't let me be pregnant from him! Please don't let me be pregnant!