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pain and lack of oxygen, she let it move into her mouth without resistance. She felt it stretching and
expanding more and more. The thought of what was coming repelled her. Futilely she tried to twist her
body away. To pull her mouth away from his hideous bloated organ. In vain. Where was somebody? To
save her.
Sonny's eyes began rolling in his head. Swaying his body rhythmically, he gathered his strength for a last
effort, then sunk his shaft deep down her throat hard.
"Lick it, baby," he crooned. "For all you're worth."
Hopelessly, she fought to breathe. She heard him crooning and swearing and groaning with delight as his
semen burst out of his penis, showering in her mouth and filled it. Her cheek swelled outward, painfully
full. The raging rush seemed to last forever. She tried to open her aching jaws wider to let it pour out of
her mouth. Some dripped out, but not fast enough. She mustn't swallow it. Not a drop. But her mouth
filled quickly and it put pressure on her cheeks. She strained to hold it but her overtired cheek muscles
relaxed and she swallowed. Her face turned deathly pale with her effort. The lack of oxygen weakened
her body. She felt herself begin to sway. Her mind turned off. It seemed to far away. A swift realization
streaked through her mind-you're fainting. Her body relaxed. Semen poured down her throat and down
her chin. Her crumpled body dangled from Sonny's hand still clutching her hair. She swallowed the
pungent liquid desperately to keep from choking.
Relief pervaded Sonny's body. He looked down at Angie. At her tangled black hair, her
semen-spattered face. The bitch had been spitting it out.
"One last thrill, baby." He pulled her face into his loins.
Half-aroused, Angie glimpsed his obnoxious penis rushing toward her eyes. She shut them tightly. The
round rubbery hose pressed into the side of her nose, smearing the remainder of his sperm across her
lips and chin. The disgusting smell emanating from his wiry pubic hair was even stronger.
Sonny held her there a long moment, sadistically enjoying the tears squeezing out of her closed eyelids.
"That'll take care of you," he said in a mean tone.
He pushed her down on the ground, looked around to see if anyone was in sight, and then stalked off,
zipping his fly as he went, without a backward glance at Angie.
Angie lay crumpled on the grass like a battered rag doll. She lay there stupefied for several minutes.
Slowly her mind cleared. Oh, why hadn't someone come to the park and saved her? Why had she had
to undergo such a horrible rape? Too unspeakable to think about. Hatred welled up in her. Hatred for all
men. Especially Sonny. And Brad, who had also used her. And Doug, who had started her on sex. She
cursed the day she first tried it. Why had she thought it was so great,? It sure as hell wasn't all the time.
Wearily, she sat up, straightened her clothing, and smoothed her hair. She had to go back and pick up
her books. She hoped her mother didn't see her come in the door.
As soon as she got home she took a shower. A long one. She kept rinsing her mouth with water and
spitting it out. She soaped herself two or three times, trying to wash away the obscene act that she had
been forced to endure. She was a very subdued Angie as she stood there, washing her sins away.
Conflicting emotions about sex arose in her. How could she both hate it and love it? Desire it and be
repelled by it? She decided sex was a very personal thing. You had to like a person before you could
enjoy it. Of course, she really hadn't liked Robbie all that much but she did sympathize with him.
Probably that was why she hadn't minded with him. But that Sonny. Yetch! She'd never let him get close
to her again. Not even in class. No matter how much her body wanted to, she would never consent to
having sex with Sonny. Under any circumstances. Those foul odors of his! Good God! Last Friday. She
really hadn't had that much fun. Too many boys, She wished Brad wouldn't bring any more guys than
there already was. There was a limit. Word was getting around. She might get caught. Her parents find
out. Her mind contemplated that thought for a long moment. If she could only go back! Back to being
just a girl again. Unsexed. Ignorant. Well, not ignorant. She had been very curious. If she had known
more about it, she might not have tried it. Wouldn't have been so curious. Knowing but inexperienced.
That was the best. For girls her age. Fourteen. She wondered if Mary Jane had tried it. Probably not.
She was such a ninny. But prudish. She wished she could go back again. To innocence. But the boys
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