But it was already happening. The girl could see the outline of her cousin's prick. Jeff kept rubbing the fat cockhead with the tips of his fingers until a dark blue stain began spreading over the crotch of his jeans. His breath was short and panting as he moved closer to her.

Darlene again tried to escape, twisting around and scrambling to her feet. Jeff stretched his arm forward, sliding his fingers around in her hair. Darlene felt him pulling back, yanking at her hair. A shock of pain raced over her scalp. Her head snapping backward, the girl gave a shriek of pain.

Screaming again and again, Darlene fell to her knees, her arms stretched in front of her. Jeff kept on pulling, tearing her hair from its roots. The blonde teenager could hear it ripping from her head. Horrified, Darlene sobbed and screamed, beating her palms against Jeff's hands. He only laughed at her wild efforts, dragging her halfway across the shed floor, then letting go.

Darlene sank to the floor, rubbing her fingers over her injured-scalp. When he began rubbing his Levi's, Darlene knew it was all over. He stopped halfway, bending down, then throwing himself on top of her as if she were a mattress. The sudden weight knocked the wind from her. The girl let out a shriek.

"Damn!"

Tiring of her cries, Jeff clapped one hand over her mouth, pressing his hand down so hard he cut her lips against her teeth. She squirmed madly, feeling his cock-bulge pressing up against one of her thighs. No! No! It couldn't be happening to her. She was a good girl, a nice girl! Darlene had never disobeyed her very strict mother. She had been a very proper young lady. Why was this happening to her? She felt her cousin's jeans pressing against hers, spreading her legs open while his breath panted heavily against her throat. For a moment she pictured him tearing out her windpipe with his bare teeth. And somehow that image caused a weird kind of excitement that was already making her cunt feel funny.