She found herself holding both hands to her mouth, her eyes riveted to his crotch. He was still sliding down his jeans and still the tip of his prick hadn't come into view! Then finally she saw the bulbous, spongy head. All of those thick, meaty nine inches of dickmeat sprang up, released from the prison of his jeans. Jack's prick was huge. Donkey-dicked size, some of the girls in her high school would say with a nervous giggle. Cindy knew cunts were elastic, could stretch to accommodate almost any size cock. But she was a virgin. The biggest thing that had been in her pussy was her index finger! And he was going to rape her with that thing! He would split her in two, kill her with his cock!

Cindy shook her head from side to side, moaning with tenor as Jack slipped out of his trousers, then unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his massive shoulders.

"Oh please, don't… don't, I… I never did anything like this before. You're going to… to hurt me if you… you touch me like that," she stammered, her mouth dry as cotton.

Jack hesitated at the girl's plea. He scratched his chin again, smiling down at her.

"A fuckin' virgin, huh? I didn't know there were some of 'em around after twelve," he said, chuckling.

His cock seemed to harden at the thought that there was a virgin cringing in front of him, covering her cunt and tits protectively with her tiny hands.

"Please, don't… I'll do anything else. My mother will pay you… anything, but please, please don't touch me with… with that thing!" she begged, her voice dropping off at the end. Cindy was holding her hands together in front of her face in prayer fashion, her face, a mask of tension, of tenor. Jack reached down and scratched his leathery, hairy balls.

"I don't give a fuck whether you got your cherry or not!" he snapped.

Cindy watched with growing horror as he moved his fingers up and down his, vein-roped prick, the shaft slick with pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit.