Justin's voice was getting throatier as his excitement was peaking. Ginny stopped thinking. She had to. Surely she would go crazy if she thought about what was happening to her. Her virginity, her mother, her degradation, everything was swept away by the thrills building up inside her. Her tits jiggled like lumps of jello as she choked on her own spit.

"Oh, man, nice, nice!" the boy groaned. Justin was bracing himself over her now, having pulled his finger out with a sucking pop. Her cunt walls seemed to be rubbing together. Ginny gasped, her muscles cramping. And then she felt his prick rubbing up and down against the full furry length of her cunt crack. The tension was almost maddening. Ginny found herself spreading her knees apart, inching them back, back until they were even with Justin's thighs. The young boy looked around and smiled more broadly. He shook his head, knocking off beads of sweat that had gathered around his nose and mouth.

"You're ready. You can't even keep your fuckin' legs down on the bed. Man, you want it bad, and you're gonna get it the same way."

The more he humiliated her, the more he taunted her with those terrible words, the more she loved it. Ginny felt her cunt stretching wide open, the tiny muscles guarding her pussy mouth cramping, cinching, trembling, waiting, for the touch of his cock head.

"Man, goin' in!" Justin grunted.

Ginny trembled, cringing, waiting as her eyes widened in panic and lust. Peering over her tits seethe plowing through her cunt hairs. She dropped her head back to the pillow, gasping through the cotton panties stuffed in her mouth. Her nostrils burned. Her heart pounded so hard, Ginny thought she would have a heart attack. And now she could feel his prick head touching her cunt. It was as if someone had dropped acid on her tiny fuck-nub. Ginny flailed her legs against the couch, then jerked them back up, hugging Justin's strong-muscled body with the insides of her thighs. Fuck, fuck, that's all she could think of doing.