Shelby loved the feeling of the wind in her hair. Flying down the highway, top down on her Mustang, not a trouble in the world. She loved her car-it was a giving from her parents for her 18th birthday a few months ago. It was her ambition car ... and she was named after it. Her dad had had one as his first car, and he loved it so much he named his girl Shelby. It was his estimation for it to be her first car as well-her mother was against the approximation. She felt it would bring too practically attention to a pretty Brigham Young girlfriend, especially with meter being what they were these years. But as usual her dad got his way, and Shelby got her car. Fire locomotive red with chrome wheels, and a sweet 5.4 V8 that she tried hard to keep her foot out of.
Yesterday started like any former day, except for one difference. She was no longer a high school senior. Two nights ago had been graduation, where she sat with almost 300 of her classmate, oculus bright with anticipation. First matter yesterday morning, she kissed her parents auf wiedersehen, promised to be deliberate, and headed Dixieland. She had been saving for over 2 years so she could take a trip to Cancun and pay for it all herself. The car was an unexpected bonus to the head trip. Her master copy plan was to rent a car for the trip-but now she was going to have supererogatory spending money since she no longer had to interest about that.
She was crazy excited for this tripper. She 'd had somewhat of a protected upbringing. Her parents had only had the one tike, even though they 'd hop-skip for more. This was going to be really her inaugural meter away from under their thumb. She knew they were doing it out of love, but Shelby itched to be able to make her own conclusion. It 's not like she was irresponsible-she was a uncoiled A student, never had an chance event, did n't even go over her data bound on her cell phone plan. But even so, she 'd had to beg and plead for them to allow her to go on this trip alone. They finally relented after she promised to check in every other day to lay down for certain she was ok. It still felt controlling to her, but at least they relented from their original idea of twice a day.
Last night she 'd stayed in a motel that she 'd made online reservation at. She was even careful to contain Google to see what kind of neighborhood it was in. This morn she 'd waken up refreshed and ready to hit the route. The miles flew by, and before Shelby knew it, she was crossing the state line into New Mexico. The terrain had been a gradual change from the shady tree lined interstates she was used to into this sparse, intensely heated stretch of highway with barely a tree or President Bush in visual modality. Her long red hair was tangled and sun scorched from having the top down for the last few hundred miles, and she could practically feel the lentigo appearing on her pale arms. She decided to pull in at the next station or store she saw and put the top up, and if one did n't appear before long, she would just do it on the incline of the road. It would be coming dark in a few hours anyways. After another 40 miles with no buildings of any form appearing, she gave up and started at to the lowest degree looking for some tint to overstretch under. A few More knot up the route, a prominent grouping of some trees on the apparent horizon looked like an ideal place to get out over.
With her dad 's warnings about stopping in the middle of nowhere ringing in her ears, she eased her car off the slope of the road and headed for the tree. Maybe she 'd take a minute and stretch her ramification too. She had n't stopped for quite awhile now, and she was making good metre. She could take 15 moment or so and still be in good shape. As she got closer to the tree, she could see another vehicle pulled under their canopy. She worried for a minute until she realized it was a New Mexico State Trooper 's car. With a state trooper here to protect her, she felt much better. She slowed to a stoppage about 30 feet away from the other car. She slowly unfolded herself from the front can and clambered out of the car. She was n't especially improbable, but her legs were very long for her altitude. Her boxershorts never came far enough down her thighs for her mother 's liking, but not much could be done about it. Her days of adding ruffles to the bottom of the hem had long been over. She felt stiff and hot, and stretched as she hit the button to put the top up. She decided to take the air around a little. There was literally no wind stirring at all. It felt like standing in an oven. But she knew the desert could drop suddenly from scorching oestrus to quite cool in just a few time of day once the sun went down. She had plenty of metre to make her next motel though. She had plans to check out in about 9:30, and it was only a little after seven.
She had n't seen much apparent motion from the state trooper 's car. She could narrate he was in it, window rolled up. Probably sitting in the air conditioning, she thought to herself. His car was running, after all. She walked to the rear of her car, rolling her neck opening to loosen it. She twisted her long red hair into a quick braid and used a ponytail from her articulatio radiocarpea to guarantee it. She put her long right leg up on the truck and did a quick stretch before switching legs. She pulled her phone from her back pocket of her blue jean shorts and hit her parents'number. She checked in, assured them everything was going slap-up. Her dad asked over and over if she did n't require to switch her intellect and come household. Laughing, she told him she was smashing and she 'd scream when she got there in a couple of days. After she hung up, she checked her subject matter before she headed back out. She did n't even acknowledge the sound of a car door initiative and closing, did n't really notice anything until her face was suddenly pressed against the hot metal of her trunk, something hard against her back.
Shelby was so swiftly and forcefully slammed against her vehicle that it took her breath for a few sec. She tried to crane her head around to see what was going on, but all she could see was jet black pilus and piercing oculus, and the impression of someone very orotund. She felt her sleeve being tugged, and seconds later felt the cold click of manacle for the initiatory sentence in her life. Had she done something wrongly ? Had he ran her tags and found something she did n't have intercourse about ? Hot weeping sprang to her eye. She could n't think of anything, but surely he had a intellect for the sudden attack.
Suddenly, she was spun around and was momentarily blinded in the sun. She felt movement and realized he was lifting the front of her shirt. Dumbfounded, she did n't react, mistakenly thinking maybe he was checking for a weapon or something. Her heart pounding, she felt his sang-froid hands stroking her sides, moving eminent and gamey, then reaching around and in one swift movement unclasping her bra. At that moment she realized his purpose had nothing to do with any wrongdoing on her share and she began to struggle. He pressed himself against her, using his genu to separate her legs. She felt a extrusion, hard and immense, throbbing insistently somewhere around her stomach. She knew what it was of track, but she 'd never actually seen one in substantial life. She had a couple of boyfriends, but none that she cared enough about to actually stimulate sex. So at some period she 'd decided that when it was time, it would materialize. She did n't expect it to chance anything like this, however.
weeping streaming down her impudence, Shelby begged him `` Please, do n't do this. I wo n't recite anyone anything about this if you just let me go. '' His mind lowered, and before she could get another word out his teeth and back talk closed over her overturned nipple. He bit, hard, causing the pallid ravisher nub to reduce and throb. His hand covered her mouth, pressing just hard enough to let her know he meant business. He raised his lips to her ear and growled into it. `` If you cooperate, it will be over and you can be on your way. Hell, you might even bask it. Most women do-some of them even beg for more than before I 'm done. So maybe this is just your golden day, darlin'. I 'm gon na satiate that whore maw of yours up more than it 's ever been before. ``
Shelby sobbed harder. `` Please, do n't. I 'm not a whore, I swear it. I 've never had sex before. Please, just let me go ! '' Her words were muffled by the pressing of his long finger's breadth, and they fell on deaf auricle anyways. His back talk once again moved due south. He bit all the way around her bureau, first one full breast and then the other. Not heavily enough to allow scratch on most people, but with Shelby 's average shinny contusion appeared easily.
As she struggled against him, he pinned her even harder against her torso. She was deform almost in a backbend, her hands in the handcuffs jammed uncomfortably in the pocket-size of her dorsum. One large manus pinched at her tit while the other held her shoulder against the metal. His teeth were constantly scraping at her flesh. It all started to become a blur to her. The constant teasing of her teat was making an odd genius between her second joint. She was n't enjoying this. She could n't be. Suddenly she felt long fingers wriggling their way down the presence of her shorts. She renewed her struggles only to be told that if she wanted to give there with clothes on she would cooperate. Quieting down, she began to just trust that it would be over with soon. He popped the button on the front of her shorts and yanked them down her wooden leg. Her cotton panties had a small spot of moisture in the front. When he saw this, it seemed to him establishment that all women were whores.
'' See there, you 're wet for me. I knew you would be. They all get that way. '' `` No, please, I do n't want this. delight just leave me alone. I 've got money. Cash. Untraceable. You can have it. '' Shelby tried to appeal to his monetary face. `` Are you kidding me ? This odoriferous kitty is all I need. You 're gon na be begging me to use it before I 'm done. '' His gruff vox sent quiver down her spine. `` Now I 'm gon na turn you over, and let your manpower loose for just a second gear. Then you 're gon na put them in strawman of you and we 're gon na put the cuffs back on. '' He eased backwards, allowing her to stand upright. She slowly turned, her soft t-shirt pulled as far as it would go towards her neck, breasts free from their confinement and slightly jiggling as she turned. Shelby felt him exhaust her bridge player, and thought briefly about trying to induce a run for it. But he obviously had no esteem for what was right or wrong, and did n't want to think about angering him at this pointedness. She put her now aching blazon in front of her, expecting him to clamp the handcuff right back on. But he did n't. Instead, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her forefront. Then he slid the strap from her bra down her weapons system and let it precipitate to the solid ground. Now completely exposed from the waist up, he recuffed her hands.
She stood in the boundary of the ghost, the sun sinking low-down and lower in the sky, clad in nothing but a duo of light blasphemous cotton briefs. He stepped back for a arcsecond to admire his handiwork. `` hoot girl, looking at that. You indisputable do look like you could use a piece of what I 've got. I 've seen some wet pussy in my time, but look at that. damn. '' She did n't postulate to look. She could feel the dampness against her skin, her panties were getting more soaked by the minute. Was something wrong with her ? She was n't supposed to get wet, beshrew it this was rape. But her trunk knew something her mind did n't. It was right and set for plucking. He reached down to his fly and unzipped. Something HUGE fell out of the front end of his drawers. At to the lowest degree ten inches long, and midst as her wrist. He unbuttoned his unvarying shirt and slipped it off. `` Do n't want to get any of your juice on my clean shirt, now do I ? '' She could see through his white undershirt that he had a nice human body. Why would somebody resort to this ? He was a decent looking guy, if she 'd met him under other circumstances she might suffer even found him attractive. He looked to be only in his belatedly 20 's as well. Surely he did n't bear worry getting women.
She started backing away, her fear growing with every throbbing of his midst cock. There was no way that would fit in her. She had trouble inserting tampons, for heaven 's rice beer. She forgot about her short around her ankles, and before she had made it 3 feet she tripped and landed on her spine. Grinning lasciviously, he moved closer and closer. He laid his hand on the hood of her car. `` Boy, that certainly is hot. It 's gon na burn your pretty skin when I lay you on it. '' He picked her up effortlessly, his gumshoe swinging as he walked. She felt it rubbing against her ass as he carried her, bumping against her with every footfall. He started to lay her on the hood, and as her branch touched the hot metal she screamed. He set her down for a second, reached in her car and popped the torso. Digging around, he found the emergency blanket her dad insisted she restrain in there. Bringing it back around he spread it on the exhaust hood. `` Do n't desire you wriggling around and getting my gumshoe burned, darlin'. '' He once again grabbed her up, and laid her spread eagle on the hood. He pulled a tongue from his sack and swiftly cut her panties at both hips. He tugged them from under her ass, and put them briefly to his nose and grinned before stuffing them in his sac. She now lay completely exposed, and tried to queer her pegleg and cover her nigh knowledgeable parts from his view.
Grabbing her ankles, he tugged her towards the edge of the car, uncrossing her branch as he pulled. Her lower lip separated, creating a pouty separatrix that dripped onto the blanket underneath. A snarl of red whorl at the top made her puss look like it was on attack. And it felt like it was. Shelby did n't infer why, because she did n't want him to advert her. But when he did, it throbbed mystifying inside her. He leaned over her, his thick monster rubbing around her feet, and put his face right into the riot of gyre at the joint of her thighs. His natural language snaked out, and slipped through the plump lips to sample a taste of her now free-flowing juice. `` Mmmmm, delicious. You want this just as bad as I do. '' She shook her psyche, denying it, even as her stage edged wider apart. His tongue continued to torment her hot flesh, finding her button at the top of her cunt. When he licked his tongue over her button, she bucked and came up off the hood.
'' Oh my God. Please. '' `` Please what ? Beg me. You know you want to. '' Her rip began anew. `` No, delight stop. I, I do n't want this. You have to let me go. '' Even as she said the Bible, her body betrayed her with an galvanic tingle down her spine, straight into her oozy pussy. His teeth clamped down on her little nub, biting her, not excruciatingly unspeakable but enough to take her cry out. `` I said beg me, bitch. Tell me you want it. '' He continued to dig her pussy with his tongue snaking it around and around, occasionally stabbing it into her stiff hole. He used the fingers on one manus to rub her mammilla, pinching and kneading them, keeping the other hand for stroking his throbbing peter. She felt an odd sensation growing in her, almost like she had to pee but different somehow. It was powerful, and consumed her body. He knew she was getting close to cumming, he could tell by her breathing and the little noises she was making mystifying in her throat.
He removed his lip from her pussy, knowing she was ready for him to wad all ten column inch as deep as he could in her dripping cunt. She raised her head off the hood, feeling oddly bereft without his mouth on her. She was teetering on the edge, writhing around, needing to cum and not even realizing what was happening. She just knew that she was aching, needing ... something.
He knew she was nasty, know how beneficial it would feel wrapped around his dick. He stuck two fingers in her hole, and encountered resistance. `` sanctum nether region, you actually ARE a virgin. I guess you are n't a sporting lady after all. But you will be before I 'm through with you. '' He flipped her over, bending her over the hood, ass in the air. Positioning his cock at the entrance of her sopping pussy, he pushed. Oh my God, how tight she was. It felt like he was pushing into a vise. He paused, just the fountainhead inside. `` I know you 're gear up to cum. Beg me to do it you and make you finger sound. Convince me that you want it and I 'll be entitle. This brute I 've got can finger oh so good-or not. '' He thrust his hips forward an in, cramming even more of his massive meat inside. Shelby winced in pain, afraid of how large he was.
'' Please, '' she said haltingly, `` do n't hurt me. '' `` legal injury solvent. '' He slammed his hips towards her, tearing through her hymen. She screamed in pain. Again and again he thrust his rose hip against her ass, pistoning himself and and out, over and over. The time for being gentle had passed. He needed this, whether she wanted it or not. Hot tears streaked down her buttock as he ripped into her again and again. It seemed to concluding minute, his brute pickings of her tender flesh. Her consistence stretched to accomodate his thickness, and in time the botheration lessened to the full stop where it was at least sufferable, if not exactly well-off. Would it ever end ? It did n't seem like he was anywhere close to stopping at this point.
After almost 15 transactions of strong fucking her excruciatingly tight pussy, he noticed her hips starting to locomote of their own accord, coming back to touch his stab. Her motherfucker had quieted as well. He slammed even harder into her. This bitch did n't deserve to make out. She did n't beg him as he requested. Hades, he 'd even licked her twat to get her prepare for him. She was damn well going to remember who had been there, remember it for weeks if he had anything to say about it. Her bitch gob dripped steadily down her branch, making squishy auditory sensation as he plundered her astuteness. He could feel pressure construction in his own balls, knew that he had only minutes before he exploded and coated her inside with his thick cum.
Shelby 's intellect raced with thoughts. Was she deranged ? Why was she thrusting backwards at him ? He was hurting her-and she was ENJOYING it. The thought just made her cry harder. Who actually enjoyed being raped and violated ? Some sicko, that 's who. Her parents would be so ashamed of her, seeing her writhing under this monster 's controller, her pussy on fire and needing freeing. She knew something was building inside her, something monumental. His stopcock brutalized her over and over, and as he pulled backwards, her snatch tried to go down on him back in, reveling in the torture it was receiving. All of a sudden, she felt him pull out of her with a plop. Her ass waved invitingly in the air in front of him.
An approximation had just occured to him. Instead of filling her dripping pussy with his roach of cum, he should make believe double sure she knew he 'd been there. She had another hole, winking at him in the waning sunshine. He leaned over her, took his long fingers and scooped up some of the copious measure of juice pouring from between her second joint, pink tinged from her lost virginity, and rubbed it into her pale brownish sphincter. Not realizing his purpose, she pushed backwards, missing the feel of his tool. His farseeing fingers massaged the interior of her shit maw, spreading the moisture she had made. He shoved his prick back into her pussy to get it good and slimy, then once again pulled it out and with one hard and fast gesture shoved three one-fourth of it into her rise up sloping trough. Her sidesplitter let him get laid it hurt, and proficient. It was practically hurting his dick, squeezed as it was. Damn. She was one hot piece of music of ass. He had n't felt anything this good in almost 10 days, not since he took his highschool school girlfriend 's cherry.
He grunted and shoved and finally managed to get almost all ten inches inside her rectum. She could experience her ass burning and stretching, trying to ease his way in. He was barely moving, just an inch or two back and Forth River, see-sawing her newly breached hole. His pre-cum lubed the path, and his drift got more and more fickle, his breathing hitched and he knew he was extremely close to cumming. Her body lay watery under his, not enjoying this new encroachment as much as the late. He decided to take compassion on her, and as his thick pipe jammed in and out of her ass, he reached around her and flicked her little bud, renewing her pauperism to cum with urging. The veins on his neck stood out, and his rosehip slammed forward again and again, seconds from filling her with his hot seed. She cried out and went limp as a massive orgasm overtook her, her consistency shaking so unvoiced she almost fell off the car bonnet. This was all he needed and he exploded inside her, coating her colon with thick whitened goo. He pulled her hips against his as he finished emptying into her bowels.
Shelby panted into the blanket over the hood of her car. What the fuck ? He 'd just have it off her in both the pussy and the ass, and she 'd actually orgasmed from it. She 'd never even managed to make herself cum when she 'd tried and actually thought maybe she was unable to. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, sending footling frissions of pleasure up her prickle each sentence it jumped. He softened and pulled out. `` See there, that was n't so bad now was it ? I think soul even liked it. Liked it a lot. '' Ashamed of herself, Shelby just bowed her head. He used the corner of the mantle to wipe his peter clean before returning it to his gasp. `` Now, I 've got your name and address from your plates. I know where you live. If you fuck with me, and try to bend me in for this, I 'll make your biography blaze. Besides, you wanted it. You practically asked me for it, dripping your cunt juice all over the property. '' He turned to go back to his car, leaving her draped over the cowling of her own.
Her part barely audible, he did n't hear her shaky whisper `` Please, do n't leave behind yet. '' The live thing she remembered before her eyes closed was the sound of his car driving away and the sun sinking feeling below the horizon.

To be continued ...