"Shut up!"
But Ginny refused, yelling her head off while more tears flooded from her eyes. She could hardly believe this. What had begun as a romantic bit of excitement was now turning into a horror show.
"No, I won't. Oh, God, somebody, anybody – uhhhhhh!"
Another blow, this time with his knuckles bruising her chin and cutting off the remaining words of her cry. Stunned into a sobbing hysteria, Ginny twisted her face away from the young athlete, her thoughts a confused jumped of fear and pain.
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm sick 'n' tired of hearing you cry all the time."
Justin had shoved his hands down, tearing her panties off her body. Wadding them in a small ball, he pushed the panties into her mouth, laughing as the young teen gagged on her own cunt juice.
"Nice, eh? You can taste what the fuck I'm gonna be suckin' out," he growled.
Ginny worked her tongue around the wadded cotton, her jaws hurting from being pried, open. Her mind reeled with fear and degradation. He was going to fuck her this brutal way and there was little she could do. The blonde teen twisted on the couch, peering over one of Justin's shoulders. Another five minutes had passed. In fifteen minutes or so he would have to let her go. But much could happen in that short period of time.
"Yeah, gonna split this mother wide open, real wide open. Unnnnnnnn!"
Ginny felt her cunt lips being spread apart once again. Justin was using his fingers carefully, tracing his callused fingertips along the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cunt lips. Her knees jerked up, rubbing against the big stud's legs.
"Noooofffff!"
Ginny bit down hard against the spit-soaked panties blocking her throat.