No, that wasn't true. She wasn't like some of those girls in school who had to have lots of guys following them around.

"Nooofffff!" she choked.

"Yeah, sure. You're juicin' so bad, my finger's nearly slipping out."

Justin stuck his finger down deeper. Ginny arched her spine, feeling her cunt sucking solidly.

"Good. Startin' to loosen up – uhhhh, yeah, gettin' better."

There was a moment when Ginny felt incredible pressure, the pressure of his finger rubbing up against her cherry. She stiffened, her toes curling while her head pushed against the small cushion behind. No, it couldn't be happening now! He couldn't be getting ready to fuck her now!

"Goin' for it."

Ginny opened her mouth wide to scream. The pressure was turning into something else now, a terrible, concentrated pain that took her breath away. Stars exploded in front of her eyes while a buzzing sound seemed to fill her head. The blonde teen let out gasps and sank into a series of yelping fits. The wadded panties stuffed in her mouth kept her cries to a minimum. Justin swatted her several times with the back of his free hand. But he was more interested in what was happening to his fucking finger. The blows were light, barely felt by the panting girl who lay there on the couch like a sacrificial victim. Beads of perspiration rolled down from her forehead, streaking her flushed cheeks. Working one hand free, Ginny again tried shoving Justin away from her. But the young stud only laughed at her weak attempts at escape.

"Yet, yeah," he sighed. The pinching agony became greater. The farther Justin pressed in, the more it hurt. Ginny suddenly realized the pain was beyond excruciating. It was pure agony. Only the pressure of the panties against her throat kept her from filling the room with cries of her rage and hurt. And then his awful finger ripped right through the stretched little membrane. Ginny shrieked, her teeth tearing at the soft cotton material of her briefs.