"No, please, not any more," Ellen whimpered and sobbed with renewed humiliation at the leering sound of his voice. She could feel the hot summer night air coursing over her nakedness, and her mind reeled with fear and shame at the degradation that had already occurred and the worse that was going to come.

"Oh God, no, please," she cried, feeling his finger make contact with the fearfully cringing lips of her vagina, slowly spreading apart again the fleshy fleece-lined lips of the moist wet furrow.

"Ooooooooh."

She jerked forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering clitoris, teasing along the edges of the softly quivering folds with his other fingers. The finger continued its maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual nerve center and she groaned heavily from deep down in her throat when his finger worked its way down the length of the narrow slit to the tight elastic rimmed opening of naked vagina.

"Nooooooo, not again," she moaned and pleaded as his finger moved from the ragged edges down to the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. "Please, please let me go!"

"Hold her," he grunted to Cash. He thrust his middle finger deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving hand. He could feel the flesh slip around his extended finger, the walls of the invaded vagina opening and closing in a desperate little clenching motion. It felt as though the soft hair-lined little mouth would pull his finger out by the roots it was so tight.

"It's giving," he said as her juices slowly began flowing. "I can feel her pussy loosen up."

"Goddamn tight," he muttered, moving his finger in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper into her. "But she's gettin' wet."