"Uhhhhhh!"

"That's it, baby, ain't nothin' you can do. So just lay back and enjoy."

"No more, no more," she sobbed with renewed terror and humiliation.

As if to emphasize what he was going to do, Jeff pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide apart while both thumbs caressed the inner lips of her dripping cunt. And then that blade drew in deeper. The cold metal made her hot cuntal walls cramp inward, knotting around the invading blade. It was awful! She felt the full length of her cuntal sheath itchily clutch around the knife as if it were… as if it were her cousin's prick!

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

It moved down just as his forefinger had until the sharp tip touched her cherry. And then Darlene felt a pain such as she had never felt before.

It was a sharp, concentrated pain that shot right to her brain. Darlene let out a shriek, and flashing lights filled her mind. That awful knife was tearing through a part of her body, piercing her cherry? Jeff turned it a little, then brought it back all the way. The sliding of the cold blue steel against her cuntal walls sent more shivers of pleasure-pain racing through her body. It was that odd combination – the sharp throbbing agony of her torn cherry mixed with the sexy withdrawal of the blade – that made her shiver like that.

"Sweet young bitch. Too bad you didn't get fucked before this," Jeff said, pulling the blade all the way out and examining the pink froth on the metal. Wiping it against his Levi's, the young stud closed it and began caressing her thighs.

Darlene sobbed, her mind still awhirl with the agony of having had her cherry sliced away. "No, no, don't… oh, don't do anymore to me!"