“I… I… am… f-fondling… y-y-your… c-cock… M-master,” I groaned, tears running down my cheeks. And my thighs wanted to clench together, for, while my hand was doing it to his… thing… he kept prodding against me with it.

My saying it in tears seemed to excite him terribly, for he suddenly gripped my shoulders and hissed, “Now get ready, I am going to poke you, Lucille… Turn over on your back while I get over you, and open your legs as wide as you can and put your arms round my neck and kiss me good and lovingly, if you don't want to be unable to sit down for a week.”

I knew the terrible moment had come when he was going to have me, just as a man and wife… and I wanted to escape… to plead with him, to beg him humbly not to shame me this awful way. I had been a good girl all my life, and after this I wouldn't be. No man would want to marry a girl who had done… this… with a strange man she wasn't married to, I was sure.

With a sob, I rolled over hopelessly, tremblingly, onto my back and forced myself to open my legs up. He got over me at once, and I opened my eyes. I saw his… thing… sticking out violently over me, his face looming flushed and twisted, his eyes glittering greedily, and I burst into tears. I couldn't control them, I was so afraid and ashamed.

He lay down on top of me, and all my body crawled and shuddered as I felt him naked on me, weighing me down. “Put your arms round me. Be quick about it, Lucille,” he ordered angrily, and I obeyed him. Oh God, what else could I do now? Only pray and endure this, and hope it would end soon so that he'd go away.

His hands were on my breasts mashing them down, pressing them together, slapping them lightly over the nipples, and it stung and smarted curiously, though naturally not like the way he'd done to my aching, burning bottom. His weight on me made me all too conscious of the inflamed condition of my behind, and I moaned from it, but he crushed his mouth over mine, thrusting in his tongue, and I felt his… thing… rub along my belly, then suddenly prod against my… spot. “Ohhhh,” I groaned, trying to turn my head away.