"Ain't gonna let you die baby," Bart said, taking the belt from her threat at just the right moment.

Tina coughed, turning her head to one side and gagging as she gulped in lungful of air. The rush of oxygen. What a horrid, dangerous man! She looked up at him.

Bart let her gasp for a moment, then unzipped his fly, pushing his Levi's down to his knees.

Tina stared wide-eyed at what sprang up from between his legs. She is seen pictures of cocks of cows. Sex education class had taken are of that. But this was the first time she had seen a cock hard.

His prick was big, way bigger than anything she had seen in her dumb books. And the cockhead! It had to be at least two inches across, she thought. He scratched his cock and balls, letting her study his prick for a moment before leaning forward.

"No, no, don't don't do that to me!" she cried, her eyes widening with fear. "Don't touch me with that thing!"

"You don't wanna get fucked by this mother?" Bart asked. "Most women would beg for something like this sawin' up into their pussy. You're gonna be wanting it every day by the time I get through with you!"

Tina could feel the bloated cockhead rubbing up against he cunt. He would savage her with that cock, tear her pussy into ruin. She felt the pressure against her cuntlips, felt them flattening back while Bart leaned heavily against her, his hands pressing against her shoulders. It was going in! God in heaven, it was going in! She could feel her cunt giving way, the tiny muscles relaxing while her pussylips stretched thin.

"No no!"

Her cries were growing weaker, the cords sticking from her neck as she rolled her head from side to side. He was making headway, pushing his prick into her while digging his fingernails into her shoulders. She felt the thick, hot boring mass burn through her, making her lift her ass from the bench.