"Fact, it'll probably be a real trip. I ain't fucked a virgin since I tapped my cousin back in Ohio," he said, his cock hardening.

Cindy watched his balls draw up. If only she had a knife, something to defend herself with. She could cut him, cut off that awful wonderful dick and free herself. And, yet, at the same time she wanted to stretch out one hand and touch it, feel it, feel that long hot cock throbbing against her working fingers. Her crotch was filled with a wild throbbing, one that surpassed the tightness and heat of only moments ago. What was happening to her?

Sobbing, confused at her own cunt reaction to this approaching animal, Cindy moved, pressing against the wall. Once again she clenched her fists, pressing her knuckles against the floor. The girl could feel splinters digging into her ass. She was dizzy with fright. He was going to rape her.

He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking his thighs. His thighs were muscular and hairy, looking like tree trunks. Cindy realized her tits were swelling, her nipples taut, straining against the cups of her bra. A sharp spasm passed through her cunt, making her clit tingle. As more juice flowed from her body, her thighs shuddered. She knew then that her entire body was alive, alive to anything that touched it. Her mother was right. She was a wicked girl, a young woman who was turning out to be a hard case, a slut!

Jack raised his hand again, keeping it high. The watch on his wrist glistened. Cindy waited, her flesh crawling. Then his arm came down. She screamed and, as if on cue, she heard someone else moan in the big house.

The hand crashed down on her head, striking her hard enough to daze her. Again he reached down and gripped her hair. As Cindy groaned, her eyelids fluttering, Jack dragged her to the center of the tiny room.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"

He was pawing her tits, struggling with her blouse buttons.