The Violated Virgin

Chapter 7


Afterwards, Suzanne remembered something Yvonne had said to her, long
before she moved to the Wayne Campus. They had been talking about
relations with boys, and Yvonne had made the comment: “When rape is
inevitable, relax and enjoy it.”

As she watched Yvonne’s robe being torn away from her body, she
realized that there was no sense in trying to resist any longer. The
young men were going to get what they came for, and any resistance
would only make it worse. Her only thought was that Donald at least had
shown a little more consideration than his brother, who was holding her
tightly, his one hand squeezing her breast through her robe.

She turned to him, and looked up imploringly. “Can we choose partners?”
she asked timidly.

Ted stared at her and guffawed. “Well, whaddya know?” he said. “So
who’s your choice?”

Suzanne’s eyes went over to Donald, who had been staring at her
longingly, despite his arms around Carole. He caught the glance and
responded.

“Donald,” she whispered. “I want Donald.”

Carole’s eyes flashed, and Yvonne spoke up loudly.

“You little bitch,” she spat out. “You don’t want Donald. You probably
want ’em all, you whore.”

Suzanne flushed, shaken by the viciousness of the words. Donald pushed
Carole forward to Ted’s waiting hands, and came over to seize Suzanne,
closing his lips over hers and pressing her close to his body. She felt
his sex, already half-hard through his pants, and then his hands were
fumbling with her robe, pulling it off her. She felt a welling-up of
desire in her groin as his fingers caressed her bare back, and his
mouth on hers had already begun its erotic arousal.

Clayton had undone his pants, which fell to the floor. His one hand
held Yvonne, while the other freed his legs from the jeans. His penis,
beginning to rise, projected from between his dark brown thighs, angry
and aggressive-looking. Yvonne stared down at it, and she set her lips
in a thin line.

Ted’s hands had torn away Carole’s robe, and he was busily sucking her
breasts. It had happened so quickly, almost all at the same time,
Suzanne realized afterwards. She remembered Yvonne’s words of wisdom:
kick ’em in the crotch; scream; run; do anything but don’t give in. She
realized now how so many rape cases occurred; logic and reason
disappear beneath the incredible fear that paralyzes the mind and
renders the body incapable.

Her pronouncement over her preference for Donald had been predicated by
her instinct that the boy would treat her better than either of the
other two. And if it was going to happen, she reasoned, why not let it
be with the one she felt something for? At least she did feel something
for Donald, while Ted and Clayton aroused only fearful aversion within
her, despite her perverse thoughts about being penetrated by Clayton’s
massive tool.

Ted was dragging Carole over towards the couch, his one hand clawing at
his belt and his fly. By the time he pushed her down, his penis had
sprung forth, erect and jerking in the air, eager to sink into her
yielding form. Clayton was on the floor with Yvonne, covering her body
with his own and pushing his penis slowly and inexorably up between her
thighs towards its ultimate goal.

Suzanne clung to Donald and whispered in his car, “Be gentle. Be nice.”
He looked into her eyes. “Remember, I like you,” he said quietly, and
then their lips met with incredible passion, and she felt him undoing
his shirt and his pants. In a few minutes he was naked, and they were
lying on the floor, his legs on top of her own, his arms holding her
shoulders and his mouth on hers, their tongues wildly licking each
other’s lips and mouths. Suzanne felt her breasts responding to the
rubbing of his chest, their nipples firm as marbles. Her vagina was
oozing her juices, and her canal trembled with desire. For the moment,
the fear was gone; she seemed even unaware of what was happening to the
others. She was only conscious of the boy on top of her, holding her
firmly yet tenderly, while his penis grew to rigid excitement between
her legs, expanding to its total length and thickness, oozing lube from
its wide cockslit in readiness for its final thrust into her.

Vaguely she heard Carole’s angry mutterings and Yvonne’s throaty
protests, but she couldn’t care at that moment. If it was going to
happen, she intended enjoying it to the fullest. The tiger in her loins
sprang free; inhibition flew out the window; the little girl from
Grosse Pointe was once more the rabid sexualist eager for every
pleasure her body could give and receive.

“Oh, wow, is this something!”

“Good tits, lookit them tits.”

“Good pussy, baby, good pussy.”

The living room resounded to the obscene grunts and comments of the
three boys as they each concentrated on their particular pleasure,
calling each other’s attention to their achievements and methods.

“Git yo’ rocks off quick,” said Clayton throatily, “‘Cos then we’se
really gonna have some fun.”

Oh, God, thought Suzanne, it’s all my fault. I’ve brought this mess on
Yvonne and Carole. If it hadn’t been for my telling them, they’d have
never been involved like this. And now they were all going to get it.

Donald’s hands began feeling her nipples, and her regrets faded away
beneath the rising waves of sensation that engulfed her. She moaned and
felt her body responding, grinding against him, and her hands clawed at
his smooth back. Her nails dug in and he flinched beneath her pressure.
His teeth descended on her nipples, biting gently, grinding back and
forth and sending stabs of delight through her body. She felt her
vagina contract, hot, wet and aching with desire. His penis, rock-hard,
slid up between her legs, and the head touched her bush, pushing
between the pulsating lips and into her, thrusting past her clitoris
and into her canal.

She groaned, and then the animal in her came to the surface and she
whispered in his ear, “Deeper, deeper, oh, God, fuck me, Donald, fuck
me.” And he sank all the way, with the head of his cock all the way to
the opening of her womb, filling her vagina with the most exquisite
sensations. She began moving her hips, thrashing under him, gripping
his shaft as he plunged in and out, quivering from the delirious
ecstasy that was coursing through his limbs. He moaned, “Suzanne,
Suzanne, good pussy, baby, tighter, tighter,” and his lips went wild
over her skin, licking her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her breasts,
thrilling her even more as they blended their bodies, settling down to
a slow steady rhythm that gradually increased with their passion.

Behind her head, Suzanne was vaguely aware of the deep, heavy breathing
as Clayton rammed his rod into Yvonne, her legs spread apart, her mouth
shut tight, stubbornly refusing to give vent to any expression of
appreciation. But the colored boy continued his fucking, ignoring her
lack of response, conscious only of the tightness of her canal around
his thick shaft, and the exquisite sensations that were lifting him
higher and higher as he moved his hips with monotonous regularity.

Ted was supporting himself on his arms, watching as he slid his prick
in and out of Carole’s mouth, while he pinned her down with his hands
and his knees. She had quit struggling and was submitting to the
inevitable, awkward as it was to encompass Ted’s enormously thick cock
within her mouth. “Lick it, lick it,” he kept saying. “Get it ready for
fucking.”

Suzanne found her ears resounding to the combined grunts, moans and
gasps of breath from the boys and from herself and the girls. The room
seemed to vibrate with their combined thrusting, in, out, up, down,
each one concentrating on the achievement of the ultimate ecstasy, the
most pleasurable climax.

She felt a surge of deep longing for Donald’s penis to bury itself even
deeper within her.