"Please… please don't," she moaned. "Please."

"You need a good fuckin', baby," he panted. "Snotty slut like you needs to be shown her place."

He gazed at her bare pussy with lust and excitement, then squeezed it hard, rubbing his hand up and down through her soft curly pubic hair. She tried to close her legs and he glared and slapped her right breast.

She screamed in pain and sobbed as he jerked her legs wide apart again.

"You do as you told, slut, or things'll go bad fer you," he snapped.

He undid his belt and dropped the gun and nightstick and other stuff on the floor. Then he undid his other belt and opened his pants. He took out a stiff, red cock and wagged it at her gleefully.

"This's fer you, baby," he grinned.

He pressed the fat nose against her tight, virgin hole, rubbing it up and down, inside she was dry, but outside she was covered in sweat, including between the legs. He was even more sweaty, and he used that as lubrication as he shoved his cockhead against her slit and forced the lips in and back.

"Ohhhhhwwww," she wailed.

"Shut yer mouth, slut," he barked.

He shoved harder, and watched his cockhead slowly sink into the tight hole, watched her slit part, the lips surround his shaft as his head disappeared into her body.

He shoved harder, and Meghan cried out in pain as his cock jabbed into her. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. She tried to look up at the ceiling, to ignore what was going on, but it didn't work. She gasped in pain each time he thrust forward, each time he forced his cock another inch or two deeper.

Then she felt it meet her hymen. She whimpered in misery and looked up, hoping for some hint of mercy now that he must know she wasn't a slut.

"Hot damn," he cried. "I get to pop a cherry!"