The man had been almost three times her age. He was the third husband of the mother of Julia, the best of BJ's junior high school friends. Julia playfully called him her father, but as a blood relation he was closer to her uncle. One could call him a sleaze, after having divorced Julia's aunt, he married his ex-wife's sister. But Julia's mother - who was not yet thirty years old, had been a teenage stripper, whore and herself the product of an incestual family - wasn't exactly the bright type.

The man was a medical assistant and had starting working the evening shift at a local hospital the same time school session started in the fall. He picked Julia up from school and dropped her off at home before going to work every day. BJ usually rode the air-bus, but that particular day she and Julia had to remain after school for detention. Their hideous crime - they were caught peeking in the boy's locker room after gymnastics class.

It was not the first time they had done it, nor would probably be the last. What fascinated BJ, and always drew her back for another look, was the extreme difference in the size of the boy's genitalia. Some were so small she could hardly see them and others were so large, hanging solemnly like a third leg, they were hard to miss.

Her step-brother's was the longest of all, but BJ didn't need to peek in the boy's locker room to see it. David was far from the modest type, leaving the bathroom or his bedroom door ajar when he was tugging on the thing. She'd peeked in on him many times, around a corner at his reflection in the mirror or through a slit in the doorway, and was consistently amazed at its length. At two hands and the knob, versus one hand and the knob during their days playing doctor, it was now approximately nine inches when standing tall.

The different ways David manipulated the thing was interesting too. Sometimes he pumped on the top half with his right hand and sometimes then gripping the base with his left. Sometimes he used just one hand and pulled up on it, from the base to the knob. During both of these methods, he sometimes had toilet tissue wrapped around the thing. BJ did understand this method as her nipples hardened more easily at the contact with cloth than they did when she massaged them with her fingers. It was also fascinating to note the sack which hung below his massive genitalia was compact when he started the self manipulation, but grew progressively more elastic until, at the point of eruption, the huge marbles within it were being tossed up and down and all around. BJ knew the lay terms - penis, testicles, masturbation, ejaculation, semen and sperm - but found Julia's slang expressions - prick, balls, jerking off, tossing off and cum - much more exciting.

BJ had told Julia all about her brother's masturbation ritual, including the resulting eruption of a much heavier, thicker and whiter payload than what had wet BJ's hands and face when she and David used to play doctor. Julia liked for BJ to tell her these stories and seemed to know what was going on inside David's head when he was masturbating.

"He's having sex with a woman," she'd say, "pushing his prick up into her pussy." Sometimes Julia said he was ejaculating on her back, or stomach, or breasts, or face, all depending on the words and phrases David muttered just before the point of ejaculation. BJ was a bit envious of Julia for knowing all these things, but Julia was also envious of BJ, for having a brother she could watch jerking off.

Julia's step-father was a handsome man, in a caveman sort of way, with broad shoulders, curly brown hair and a deep voice. BJ had seen him before and it always looked like he hadn't shaved in three days. Something else she had noticed was the thick hair protruding from his nostrils and out of his ears. His problem was with excess bodily hair, but understanding it made it no less disgusting.

The vehicle he drove was an ancient gasoline-powered van, the kind with the engine half inside the forward compartment, between the driver's and passenger's seats. Though fuel for it was exceedingly difficult to come by and usually very expensive, maintenance was far less costly than the electric models which had all but smothered the old gas- guzzlers.

He appeared to be the perfect gentleman, climbing down out of his side and coming around to open the door for them and commenting on how nice they looked that day. Julia climbed in first, but not like a lady, crawling across the seat on her hands and knees. BJ wondered if the man, two heads taller than herself, had caught the same tawdry view of Julia's smooth loins and the skimpy panties which covered them. She dared not look his way to make the determination. Julia finally ended up on the engine cover, facing the back of the van. BJ followed, careful to keep the back of her skirt down, and sat in the passenger's seat next to her friend.

Julia leaned back to rest against the dashboard. This caused her skirt to ride up above mid-thigh and at the same time, she parted her legs slightly. BJ noticed the front of Julia's blouse was open to the waist and the full cups of her brassiere was showing. It hadn't been like that while they were waiting for her step-father to arrive, so she must have just unbuttoned it as she was getting into the van. BJ could not blame her friend. Perspiration beaded between her own breasts and the insides of her thighs. It was unusually hot and humid inside the ancient vehicle.

The van was so old it did not have an air conditioner, but the dirty windows were rolled all the way up. Since her step-father was doing them both a favor in taking them home, BJ did not feel it was her place to ask why and unfastened a couple buttons on the front of her own blouse to compensate for the heat.

BJ also thought it odd that, after Julia's step-father climbed in, he placed his right hand on Julia's right thigh. And she thought it even more odd when he massaged Julia's inner thigh, from the knee up to the hem of her skirt, as she spoke to him.

"I met this nice hunk today," Julia informed her step-father as he quickly pulled out of the school parking lot. "He's on the football team, but he already has a girlfriend. Even so, I sure would like to get to know him better."

"I'm sure you will," he chuckled. "Just as well as all the others."

He pulled her skirt up a bit more so he could stroke her thigh a bit higher without making it appear he was molesting her beneath her skirt.

Julia reached down to pat the top of his hand with approval and move it another inch up her leg. "It's your fault I think of these things."

"It's your mother's fault," the man shifted the blame. "She makes me so horny and you remind me of her. So what's this about a football player?"

"His girlfriend's being bitch about me making moves on him."

"When has another girl ever stopped you from getting what you want?" He argued.

BJ didn't have the slightest notion what he meant with that statement until Julia responded to his implication.

"You're horrible! I don't go to bed with all of them! Some of them, just like this guy, just want a blow&ndash," the girl realized what she was saying in front of BJ and immediately shut up.

BJ was shocked to find out that her best friend, the girl to which she entrusted all her secret desires, was the school slut. The girl all the boys in school talked about as being such an easy lay. Now BJ knew what Julia had meant when they were peeking in the boy's locker room - this one would hurt while that one would not. But BJ found herself more wounded that Julia had kept a secret from her, than by her friend's common indiscretions.

"It's okay," Julia's step-father said, trying to console BJ. "Her mother, bless her big tits, is the same way. It's the reason I married her. I not only get to have her - she wants me - even after she's had another. And the good thing about our relationship is that there's no jealousy. Jealousy only ruins a relationship. I fool around and so does she although she has a greater need for more men than I have a need for as many women."

With his hand closer to Julia's crotch than her knee, BJ found his last statement a little hard to swallow. With so many women in the world, why did he have to go after his wife's daughter?

"He's hung like a horse," Julia whispered to BJ. "That's why mommy likes him so much."

He hadn't heard the sly remark - at least he pretended not to hear. "I had somehow always hoped Julia would be different than her mother. Her mother is a real looker. Julia is quickly turning into one. I find it hard to resist her. She's following directly in her mother's footsteps."

"In her footsteps?" BJ spoke up.

"They're both nymphomaniacs. Sex is a drug to which they'll always be addicted. They've been to lots of doctors and specialists but nothing seems to help. They even toyed with electroshock therapy but the discomfort only seemed to excite them more. And it's the main reason why Julia's mother's first two marriages didn't work. Her husbands were jealous - they wanted her just for themselves. That and the fact that Julia came on to both of them one too many times. Instead of taking what they could get, they blamed Julia's indecent attitude on her mother."

Since he was not making eye contact when he spoke to her, BJ's eyes wandered. From Julia's flaring nostrils, to her heaving chest, then down below her waist. Julia's skirt was up around her waist and her step-father's hand was making full contact with Julia's pantied crotch, pressing the fabric down into her soft vaginal folds.

"It's not as bad as it seems," the man continued. "Sometimes it can be down right fun. Julia and her mother occasionally put on little shows for me. I provide the guys and they provide the sex. There was once-" He could see it wasn't helping Julia's friend, and was probably ruining Julia's reputation, so he let his hand fall away from her crotch and shut up too.

"It's okay," Julia touched BJ's arm. Her eyes were soaked with an orgasmic glaze. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

Julia was the first to be dropped off. BJ had unbuckled her seat belt and was ready to get out to let Julia out, but her friend opted instead to go out her step-father's side. She leaned over to kiss the man and though BJ could not see it, it was a bit long for a fatherly peck on the cheek. Then Julia crawled across the man's lap. Her entire body rubbed up against his and his hands sensually glided over her body, but he made no effort to help her out.

He waited until Julia made it inside the front door before pulling away from the house. BJ sat silently for a few minutes, but found she could not hold back from asking the question which had been eating at her.

"Have you ever had sex with Julia?"

He didn't seem the least bit surprised by her question. In fact, she believed, he would have been surprised if she hadn't asked because he seemed happy to answer it.

"Do you mean have I ever literally screwed the daughter of the woman I love?" He laughed. "During those parties I told you about - I've watched my friends ball her and it's gotten me excited, but her mother's always been there to keep me honest. But, like I said, she makes it extremely hard when her mother isn't around."

"But I saw her kissing you!"

"Yes. There is some kissing, which you've evidently noticed, even some heavy petting."

"I noticed that too."

BJ had not put the seat belt back on and was now slouched a bit in her seat. Her skirt was a couple inches higher than normal - not enough to be provocative yet not as proper as everyone knew her to be. She did not feel uncomfortable in his presence since he exhibited the air of a man who had seen and done all that could ever be imagined.

"She was actually good today," he declared. "Probably because you were around. She usually masturbates for me on the way home. But that's not the same as having sex, is it?"

BJ did not answer. She was intrigued by his casual response to a very personal question.

"Okay," he concluded. "I can see you don't really believe me. There's no sense in keeping it a secret. Julia may have already told you. There have been only two occasions where we went down on each other, but other than that, I've managed to restrain myself. I have just about all I can handle with her mother, even with all the fooling around she does. You've got to agree Julia is a really hot fox. Come to think of it, you're not a bad looking girl yourself."

Julia had not told her any of this. "She is pretty and the guys at school pay her a lot of attention," BJ answered.

"Sometimes I think she's hotter than when her mother was her age. I've know her family a long time. I had sex with her mother before she got married the first time and all through both of her marriages. Sometimes it amazes me the things she does." He must have felt like he was talking too much because he then turned the question on her. "Have you ever had a man?"

"Who? Me?" BJ didn't want to answer the question. She was afraid, with the knowledge of the extent of Julia's sexual activity, he would poke fun at her innocence.

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

BJ liked the man. Even though she was appalled by all he had done with Julia, he was soft-spoken and seemed both honest and sincere. So she did something she normally wouldn't have done. She teased him by placing her feet up on the dash and pulling down the hem of her skirt to expose her silky white thighs, just as her friend Julia might have done.

"No, I haven't," she replied. What the hell am I doing? She debated with herself. She did not have the answer. "But I've often wondered what it would be like. I bet you can tell me what it's like," she smiled.

The man had a hard time concentrating on his driving. He was definitely unprepared for it. He took several deep breaths but could not mentally quell the growing hardness between his legs. There was no way he could undress her mentally without keeping his hands off the girl, so he would have to perform it physically. He was not proud of the way in which he allowed her to use him, but he didn't hate himself either.

"Come up here where Julia was sitting," he patted the engine cover.

Why she did it, she did not know, but she accepted his offer and leaned back just as Julia had done. But she went one step further. She pulled her skirt up as she leaned back, exposing her cotton panties, closed her eyes and rubbed her crotch. BJ didn't know why she was stroking herself in front of him. Other than David, a few other boys had petted her to orgasm and she and Julia had once manually gotten each other off, but she usually masturbated in private. She just had an aching in her loins at that moment. She felt a tingling when Julia kissed him. It turned into an itch when she placed her feet on the dash. It intensified when he requested she sit where she now was. It wouldn't go away and needed to be satisfied and he just happened to be around when she chose to satisfy that need.

"Better yet," he reached over to caress her sweating thigh and press his sweaty warm hand on top of hers. "I can show you what it's like."

"How?" She solicited.

He answered her by turning the van from the main road, onto a gravel- covered fire-access road, then onto a dirt side-road. He drove into the woods until the van could not be seen by even a curious motorist.

As he stopped the van he saw her eyes were still closed and she was still stroking herself through her now-wet panties. And, to make matters worse, he was harder than Julia had ever been able to make him. No young bitch had ever gotten him so turned-on. Julia bared her breasts and removed her panties while masturbating for him. She exposed her genitals while placing herself in sexually suggestive positions at home. But this girl was fully clothed. Why did it excite him so much?

He had driven the van into the woods with the intention of introducing her to the pleasures of oral sex. He had oral sex with Julia and did not feel guilty about it. But now, no one, no thing, could stop him from what he felt he now had to accomplish. He shut off the motor.

BJ opened her eyes when the sound of the engine ended.

"Where are we?" She demanded, as she sat up quickly. One look around told her she was no where near home. "Why did you stop here?"

"To show you what it's like to be with a man," he replied.

She still had her hand between her legs but had stopped stroking herself.

"I would have settled for a verbal explanation, thank-you," she stated reservedly. He may have had sex with a lot of girls - even Julia - but she did not think he would stupid enough to attempt to have sex with her.

"It's like riding a bike," he explained. "It's something which must be experienced to be understood."

BJ lifted her legs and planted the heels of her feet on the edge of the engine cover. In this position, with her knees drawn up, the backs of BJ's legs were completely exposed. The man took the opportunity to rub her calves and thighs. BJ pretended to act like nothing was happening. Over the next few minutes, the man worked his hand higher until he was touching her panties at her crotch.

BJ abruptly put her legs down and announced that it was time for him to take her home. He looked into her eyes and asked if he could touch her breasts.

She knew that was not all he would do. "Sure."

He leaned over to kiss her and, as he did, slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse and slipped his hand inside. While Julia did not have much in the chest department, BJ's own breasts were the size of small melons, giving the false impression she was much older than she actually was. She hugged and kissed him partly because he did not force it on her and partly because she was anxious to find out what it was like. She had kissed boys before, but not like this man was kissing her. She also let him open her blouse and slip his hands inside to fondle her ripe young breasts because that was something else she wanted and was sure he wanted too.

The man massaged the sides of her rib cage and the sides of her breasts. BJ let out a soft moan. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek. He altered his massaging technique so that his hands made more contact with the front of her bra. BJ took the hint and thrust her chest out, pushing her breasts together with the sides of her arms while pressing her palms on the insides of her own thighs, pushing them apart.

Kissing and feeling wasn't enough. Once she had a taste of the forbidden, she wanted more. Had the clasp on her bra not been in the front, she probably would have had the courage to ask that he stop. Otherwise she would have had to perform it herself and that would have given him the wrong impression. Wrong for her - right for him.

A flick of his two fingers and her breasts sprang free. The girl's breasts were big for her age, but very firm and with wonderfully erect nipples. His tongue traced a trail from her mouth, down her chin and neck between her hard breasts. He sucked on the excited nipples and she just hugged him closely purring into my ear. She let him kiss and suck a few minutes, her hands initiating again the sexual anxiety between her own legs. He moved his hands down to touch her clothed pussy, giving her a masturbatory rubbing while her wet fingers gripped his wrists. His hands soon moved back up to her breasts and she placed her hands over his, looking into his eyes.

"Show me," she stated simply.

Sliding one hand underneath her skirt again, he asked softly, "Are you sure you want this?"

His eager-to-excite fingers which manipulated her clitoris through her panties in a way she did not think possible, gave her little chance to give a negative reply.

"Oh, god, yes! Show me what it's like!" BJ removed her blouse and asked what she should do next.

Sitting there in her beautiful half-nakedness, the girl was the picture of magnificence. He pointed to the rear of the van. "There's more room to stretch out back there, if you'd like."

"Thanks," she smiled.

As she got up, her brassiere magically slid from her shoulders and her skirt dropped to the floor. She did not know how he did it, nor did she care. And she was in no mood to ask. She just yearned to feel good again as she did when he had kissed and touched her breasts and wet crotch.

She would not have climbed into the back of the van if he had ordered or demanded it, but did so because he offered it. There was more room in the back than in the front and even more room outside the van than inside and she would have even gone out there if that was what he had offered. The way she was feeling at that moment - the feeling of something intensely pleasurable and the hint of something a hundred times more gratifying - she would have done just about anything he might have suggested, even though she had no idea what that might be.

"Lie face down on your stomach," the man quietly suggested.

The floor was covered with a thick, plush tan carpet and the walls were paneled. The rug was stained with what appeared to be dried blood, but it felt clean as she lay face down. She had held her arms tightly by her sides while he'd been kissing and stroking her, but now she moved them up above her head.

She sprawled her arms and legs out so her body looked like a big 'X' like she did at home before and after some of the more furious self- stimulation episodes. And just like at home, the carpet excited her nipples.

The man lifted himself from his seat to join her in the back. He massaged her back, enjoying the feel of her body beneath his fingertips. He extended the massage up to her shoulders, then down to just above waistband of her panties. He skipped her butt for the moment and moved to her thighs, spreading them and stroking the insides.

BJ indicated she wanted to roll over, so he adjusted his position, pushing her legs together. She rolled over, bringing her breasts back into view, but keeping her hands and arms extended over her head. He could see the nipples standing rigid atop her two-hands-to-handle breasts. Now on her back, she lifted and spread her legs before he could straddle them to stroke herself some more.

She enjoyed masturbating, ever since her doctor days with David - on her back, furiously rubbing her clitoris while penetrating her tight vagina with two fingers or on her stomach, poking her asshole with her thumb. It felt like that now, but she wasn't poking herself anywhere.

Her panties were neither pretty nor frilly. Plain white cotton with a reinforced crotch. They were well past the point of being moist though, so there was no doubt that her inner labia was probably soaked. Only one wet layer of material was keeping him from her inner soul. The very next thing he did was roughly tug down her panties so he could see her stroking barren flesh and not some piece of fabric.

He watched as she raised her knees to her chest to put her young ripe vagina on display. No girl with whom he had sex had a slit as narrow nor as short as this one. Her fingers parted the slit to show off the tiny canal which would offer resistance to just one of his fingers. It would be extremely tight and he would probably hurt her, but that was part of the fun of it. He licked his lips in anticipation and unconsciously stroked his rock-hard penis beneath his baggy pants.

After he removed her panties, BJ hoisted her legs up to her chest. It was strange to exhibit her naked body like this. It was even more strange that it made her feel so good. She continued to stroke herself, this time by sliding her hands down beneath her legs to get at her vagina. To achieve this, she brought her legs up higher. Her thighs ended up beside her swollen breasts, pushing them together. The position was comfortable, yet unlike anything she had ever done. Masturbation had never required it. BJ wondered why the man was taking his time. She was eager to find out what it was be like and hoped he wouldn't make her wait much longer.

His cock was raging. Using his thumb, he massaged the place where her clitoral button should have been, but found only wet flesh. He moved it left, then right. No clitoris.

BJ sensed what was wrong. "Let me do it," she whimpered. She took in a deep breath and closed up her legs.

The man moved his hands back down to massage her thighs once more and allowed her hands to move over her crotch. The inside of her vagina was as wet as ever, but the outer lips were dry as a bone. Her panties had absorbed all the moisture. She inserted one finger into her extremely tight vagina to spread some of that moistness around. She knew where her clitoris was, deeper inside her wet pussy. Her manual ministrations drew him to her.

"That's right, baby. Get yourself wet. You're gonna need it. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

She sat up with her feet flat on the floor but two feet apart as he crawled on his knees between her outstretched legs. Her face was no farther than an inch from his groin. She knew she probably looked like one of those women who posed nude for men's sex magazines. Looking at the bulge beneath his pants, it made her feel good that she could have such an effect on this man.

He wanted desperately to grab the back of her head and press her smiling face against his hard prick, but she surprised him and grabbed the back of his legs for support as she rubbed her smooth face all over his sweaty groin.

"Am I doing it right?" She inquired. It was much harder than she had expected - not the act, but the man's penis. Peeking into the boy's locker room, she had seen many penises wagging between hairy legs. She knew they got hard when excited, but other than David's and a few other neighborhood boys at a distance, she'd never seen one fully erect. While she had let those few boys touch her, and she had touched them, this man's penis was a lot different than a nine-year old.

His raging hard-on was busting to get loose. He pulled down his pants zipper as she unfastened his belt, then tugged his pants down to his knees. His column of flesh leapt out at her and struck her in the face before she captured it with her hands.

It was enormous! Just as wide as David's and almost as long, the tan- pink circumcised piece of art was as hard as marble. From her masturbatory experiences with her step-brother, herself and a couple other boys, she knew this man would like it if she caressed that huge hardness between his legs. She squeezed and stroked the huge, warm piece of flesh a few moments, then pressed it against several parts of her face. But whenever she drew it close to her lips to kiss it, he pulled it away.

Everything had been slow and gentle while both of them were clothed, but once he removed the last piece of clothing, things shifted into high gear. She lay back down, spread her legs again and beckoned him to follow. From her human developments courses, she knew exactly how the act was performed. She was finally going to experience the ultimate thrill!

He held back as long as he could but couldn't wait any longer. Two fingers from her left hand spread the tiny pink lips of her virgin pussy while the other hand guided his prick to the opening. Her vaginal orifice was smaller than his wife's anus! He placed her legs on his shoulders and walked on his hands until his chest was above her head. This curled her spine and pulled her tight rump up off the floor. It also gave him a straight shot. He stabbed his way inside as he dropped his hips on top of her open loins.

BJ knew from the related experiences of a few friends that the first time would hurt. She spread apart her little pink vaginal lips to lessen the restricted entry. But it didn't seem to help. As he entered her the first time she felt something rip inside and knew in that one brief moment of intense passion and lustful desire, she had lost her virginity forever. At least the tearing of flesh part of making love for the first time, reported in the human development courses, was no illusion.

He was eager to drive himself in to the hilt, but her pussy was resisting more than any other. It not only looked tighter than his wife's puckered asshole, it was tighter than his wife's puckered asshole. The girl's scream told him what he already knew. Because he was the first to enter her, he had hurt her more than anyone had ever done. He also knew if he slowed his pace she could probably muster enough strength to push him aside.

His lovemaking was not as gentle as his speech. In fact, he was down right brutal, repeatedly stuffing his oversized penis into her. He had her pinned to the floor - there was no place for her to go - and he just smiled as she screamed when it slammed into the back of her pussy.

He's gonna run it right through me, she thought. Fear and a mild form of shock set in and she begged him to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

He kept up the fierce attack, ignoring her pleas for relief. While her pussy seemed to be shallow, it did give slightly with every thrust. It would be a while before he was all the way inside. Not until her cries were reduced to heavy sobbing, did he know the bitch would let him do anything he wanted. And with that realization firmly implanted in his brain, he pulled out, lifted one leg while letting the other slide from his shoulder, and slapped her hard on her white, tender buttocks.

"Roll over, bitch! I want to do something different!"

Afraid not to follow his orders, though he had not threatened her in any manner, she rolled over onto her stomach. The blow to her backside smarted, but she had the vague impression it was more an expression of appreciation rather than punishment.

Her entire body was weak and her insides felt as though they had been ripped out, tied in a knot and shoved back in. She had to use all her energy just to prop herself up on her hands and knees like he wanted, and waited with fear, but no longer with resistance, for what was to come next.

Without a bit of hesitation, he grabbed her hips and thrust his prick back inside, tearing into her knotted flesh. In not spreading the lips as she had done, his penis forcefully drew in her pubic hair which felt the same as if he had yanked on it with his callous hands. The agony of reentry, which had subsided when he stopped the first time, came screaming back and she began crying for relief again.

He tossed her about her like a rag doll. Not one part of her body was left unscathed. He yanked back on her mop of hair and slapped her cheeks some more, this time with punishing brutality.

"Let me in, bitch!"

He had not yet attained full admission and would not stop until her body relented in its fierce opposition. He released her hips and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her entire body straight back onto his massive prick. Her breasts, which hung free but rigid beneath her, soon felt the brunt of his punishment. To show his resolve, he reached underneath her to viciously dig his fingers into the sensitive mammary flesh.

"You don't let me in, I'll really hurt you, bitch!"

She cried out in horror at this new onslaught, but he answered this protest by slamming into her body with a renewed vigor. Accommodation turned to fear. He was pleasuring himself, so why all the vehemence? With the fire now burning out of control inside her crotch, BJ hardly felt his malicious hands on her breasts. His enlarged penis hurt more than his hands, so she decided to let him have his way.

Decide? What was there to decide? He had total control over his actions and she had surrendered herself to him. She was his toy and could do nothing but take his punishing blows.

He rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them savagely.

"You like me to pinch your titties?" He cried.

"I can't feel it!" She lied. "Pinch them again!" She cried back.

"Slam your pussy onto my dick and I will!"

She threw herself back on him and he pinched them again. Her movement was unpracticed but felt entirely natural, like the roll of a rocking chair. Another thrust and another pinch. She kept thrusting and he kept pinching. Still no feeling. What she did feel though, as he assaulted her breasts, was not the troublesome torment which should have accompanied such an attack, but the feeling of an orgasm building.

For being so inexperienced, the bitch sure liked to lay down and play. If he hadn't felt himself ripping away her virginity when he first entered her, he would have thought her to be as professional as his step-daughter. She resisted just enough for their union to be extremely pleasurable. He would have liked it more if she were using some foul- mouthed language. His wife and girlfriends could curse like sailors, as could Julia. He did manage to get her to drive her hips backward, impaling herself on his raping tool. But that was another one of her unrealities. She was letting him rape her and she didn't care if he hurt her!

He must have been near orgasm too because he released her breasts and concentrated solely on screwing her. As soon as he let go of her sore nipples though, her own orgasm started to deteriorate. So she picked up where he had left off and pinched her own nipples. The orgasm started building again.

He came a few moments later, pulling out none too late to spew forth a substantial load of hot, wet sperm all over her smooth back and deliciously rounded backside. She came with an incredible force a few seconds later and prolonged the forbidden pleasure by releasing one of her breasts to stroke her bruised but extremely hot and inflamed clitoral knob.

When his orgasm subsided, he released his hold on her and she fell forward, on her stomach, to the floor of the van. The nylon carpet irritated her sore nipples, but that simple annoyance was dwarfed by her distressed vagina.

She felt his strong hands wiping up the gooey mess from her back but did not know how he was going to dispose of it. She had expected him to deposit it deep within her womb. She got her answer when he rolled her over and used both hands to smear the still-warm, white seed all over her breasts and stomach. She should have felt offended by this perverted act, but to have this man's life-giving seed on her body only complemented the already delightfully debased feeling.

He straddled her limp form and worked his body up until his backside was firmly pressed against her breasts and his knees locked her head immobile. She got a good look at the purple giant that had injured her so nicely. It was covered with her blood and there was the now familiar white substance seeping from the tip. Actually she got a better look that she wanted. He cleansed his ticklish hairy testicles and filthy penis by rubbing them all over her face. This time he did not keep it away from her mouth. Instead, he pressed the mighty tip firmly between her lax lips.

Her first reaction, had she been able to react, would have been to jerk her head away. But he had it held firmly in place between his muscular legs. Instinctively, her tongue shot forth to force the rubbery flesh away. But as soon as she tasted the sticky white liquid, it was her tongue that melted away. It was bitter and sweet at the same time, mixed with her blood, his sweat and their sex. She finished the cleansing of his penis with her tongue and the walls of her mouth.

Though what he had just done to her could have been considered rape, even with her consent, she felt strangely drawn to the man. She took as much of his semen-seeping penis as she could into her mouth until it started growing again. It was her way of expressing appreciation for the thing which had both strained and satisfied her so well.

The longer and harder it got, the less she could willingly take in. So he took her unwillingly and choked her with it more than a dozen times until it was deep in her throat and his hairy balls resting on her chin. But then he pulled it out.

BJ felt cheated. "Don't stop!" She pleaded. "You've pleased me. I want to learn how to please you!" She sucked some more on the throbbing head. "Does this please you?"

"Yeah, baby. It does." He leaned back and lewdly massaged her genitalia. Though when he pulled out of her she was dry, she was surprisingly wet again. "I want something else too, but I'm afraid we've gone too far already."

"Do something else!" She wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him in place. "Is there anything you can show me?"

"What else do you want?" He tempted.

"Anything you want! You want to have sex with me again?" She surprised herself more with the language than with the request that he force himself upon her again.

BJ did not realize just how potent the man really was. She knew nothing of a man losing his erection for a time and taking a while for him to get back up. She only knew the facts on the subject. Like reading about how to fly an airplane. Pull back and it goes up. Push forward and it goes down. One does not think about the time it takes to refuel for another flight. The man had barely touched the runway before he was up again, soaring higher than before.

The second time was less torturous, though more so initially, but just as brutally pleasant as the first. Fully erect again, he flipped her over onto her stomach and stripped away the rest of her virginity by plying apart her cheeks with his thumbs and slowly pushing his cock deep into her forbidden zone.

Oh my god! He's doing it like a queer! More like loving anal intercourse than anal rape, it felt like she was shitting to the beat of a broken record. BJ let out a long deep growl and pushed upward onto his cock until he was buried completely inside her. Sometimes, when masturbating, she probed her anus with her thumb or index finger. This man had his entire penis thrashing in and out of it. It felt better than the first time. Though her anal opening was smaller, there was no virginal flesh to tear away.

He fucked her ass slowly with long deep strokes as she moaned and ground her hips beneath him. He moved one hand under her and jammed two fingers into her cunt, crudely massaging her clit. She gasped and pushed harder up onto his cock, feeling the heat, the intensity that was not the equal any other act.

"I love your ass, bitch!" the man groaned. "It's really hot!" She did not speak a word, but in his mind she was begging. "Please! Fuck my ass harder! Faster! More!"

He fucked her harder, faster, plunging deep into her ass. She produced one steady groan. Her body shuddered. Her orgasm was taking control. Tears flowed down her cheeks. He fucked her and slapped her ass cheeks and flesh of her outer thighs. And when he came, it was with a scream, shooting his cum deep into her rectal canal. No energy left, he collapsed on top of her.

BJ felt cheated. She had wanted him to make her taste him again, but he seemed content to keep his cock inside her ass. For some strange reason, he remained harder longer the second time around. He slowly stroked her rectum for a longer period of time than he had been in her pussy before his first ejaculation.

Both of them breathed in gasps for a few minutes before he slowly withdrew from her hot tight ass. He picked up her wet panties and started to clean his cock with it.

"Don't you want to put it in my mouth again?" BJ rolled over, then up to her knees. The fact that his cock was coated with her wet feces never occurred to her.

If it had been Julia, he would not have hesitated to take her up on the offer. In fact, he would have forced his cock into her mouth afterward. Julia was the slut this girl would never be.

The man finished cleaning his cock, then threw her panties in her face. Without a word, he tossed her others clothes to her, threw on his own, then climbed behind the wheel to take her home. By the time he pulled out on the main road, she was dressed but found it hard to sit normally in the seat. It was the first and last time she ever saw him.