"Stop it, stop it!" Betty shrieked, trying to bend her knees to kick him. She thought of all the training her mother had given her in protection. She thought about the advice to kick a man in the balls if he ever attacked her. But there was no room to move. The wild throbbing in her cunt was growing worse and worse, gradually sapping her of her will to fight back. Again she heard her girlfriend calling out in the background. But where was she? Things were becoming so out of focus for her!

She felt Hank grabbing at the bottom of her blouse. By now the garment was out of her skirt. She heard tearing sounds. Freezing, the girl felt the blouse loosening around her sides and shoulders. In a moment it was gone. Then the big man clamped his hands around her bra cups. He was moving them up and down, rubbing the stiff scratchy material against her nipples. Betty let out a long, low moan, turning her head to one side, unable to see that look of wild triumph in Hank's eyes. He was pulling those mounds apart. And then, with another tearing sound, her bra was halved, torn apart!

"What? Noooooo!" she cried.

Hank was putting his mouth on her nipples, sucking them. He was actually sucking them!

Betty felt his teeth tearing at the tender nubs, felt his tongue lashing at the nipples until she found herself wallowing her shoulderblades against the hard, cold floor. Her knees were pushing out while her asscheeks bounced against the concrete. It was awful, horrible the way she was disgracing herself in front of Hank and her girlfriend. But what else could she do? The feeling was nearly overwhelming, driving out any sense of decency that remained in her.

"No, no, I don't want to… please, I don't want to!" she cried in a throaty whisper.

But her body movements told another story. While he tongued her tits, soaking them with hot spittle, the young man reached around, tore open the top button of her skirt, then yanked open the zipper. Betty struggled again.