"Naw, I couldn't get away with fucking you," he said. His voice was low and mean sounding. "Even though everybody in school knows what a prick tease you are, you'd yell rape to the principal and I wouldn't get back to school next year." Barry grabbed the hem of my dress and yanked it up to my waist. I clenched the cheeks of my ass instinctively. The silk crotchband was up between my crack.

"Let me go, let me go!"

"But I know something you won't scream about," Barry laughed. "You won't tell a Goddamn soul about this." He pushed my wrist another inch higher and I whimpered with pain.

"Barry… Ohhh, God… I won't tell anybody what you tried to do!"

"Tried to do? I'm gonna do it, you bitch!"

"Ohh, God… nooooo!"

Barry's fingers closed around the elastic of my panties. I felt the silken rub of them as they slid over each plump cheek of my butt. I writhed face down on the bed, gasping with fear, wishing I'd never agreed to come to the party at Barry's house. It was awful, to feel myself being undressed and not be able to do anything to resist.

He pulled my panties down enough to get his finger between my thighs. I couldn't close my legs because he was in the way. A finger brushed across the closed, damp lips of my cunt. I shuddered as a tickle burst through my body. I flopped my hips around, trying to escape Barry's touch. But he smoothed the finger back and forth until my damp curls had slickened everything. Then the finger forced the plump swells of my cunt-lips back and I felt the touch glide along the inner pussy petals and folds.

"Some poor bastard is gonna break that someday," he growled, shoving against the red knot of my cherry. I bucked frantically, afraid that he might jab his finger through it just because be hated me so.

"Don't! Ohhhh, don't, Barry! I'm begging you!"