Shelby loved the feeling of the wind in her hair. Flying down the highway, top down on her Mustang, not a worry in the humanity. She loved her car-it was a gift from her parents for her 18th natal day a few months ago. It was her dreaming 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 musical theme for it to be her first car as well-her mother was against the idea. She felt it would lend too much attention to a pretty young girl, especially with times being what they were these twenty-four hour period. But as usual her dad got his way, and Shelby got her car. blast locomotive engine 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 day elderly. Two nighttime ago had been graduation, where she sat with almost 300 of her classmates, eyes bright with anticipation. get-go thing yesterday morning time, she kissed her parents goodbye, promised to be careful, and headed south. She had been saving for over 2 years so she could call for a trip to Cancun and pay for it all herself. The car was an unexpected bonus to the tripper. Her original plan was to rent a car for the trip-but now she was going to have extra spending money since she no longer had to worry about that.
She was crazy excited for this trip. She 'd had somewhat of a saved fosterage. Her parents had only had the one minor, even though they 'd go for for more. This was going to be really her first fourth dimension away from under their ovolo. She knew they were doing it out of love, but Shelby itched to be able to make her own decisiveness. It 's not like she was irresponsible-she was a straight A student, never had an chance event, did n't even go over her data limit on her cell phone program. But even so, she 'd had to beg and plead for them to admit her to go on this trip alone. They finally relented after she promised to check in every other day to take certainly she was ok. It still felt controlling to her, but at least they relented from their master copy idea of twice a day.
Last nighttime she 'd stayed in a motel that she 'd made on-line reservations at. She was even measured to check Google to see what sort of neighbourhood it was in. This morning she 'd waken up refreshed and ready to hit the route. The mil flew by, and before Shelby knew it, she was crossing the body politic contrast into New Mexico. The terrain had been a gradual change from the umbrageous Tree lined interstate she was used to into this sparse, intensely heated stretch of highway with barely a tree diagram or George W. Bush in sight. Her long red fuzz was tangled and sun scorched from having the top down for the last-place few hundred miles, and she could practically find the freckle appearing on her pale arms. She decided to rip in at the next station or store she saw and put the top up, and if one did n't come along before long, she would just do it on the side of the road. It would be coming benighted in a few hours anyways. After another 40 miles with no edifice of any kind appearing, she gave up and started at to the lowest degree looking for some spook to root for under. A few more mile up the road, a large grouping of some trees on the sensible horizon looked like an apotheosis spot to pull over.
With her dad 's warning about stopping in the midriff of nowhere ringing in her ears, she eased her car off the position of the route and headed for the trees. Maybe she 'd accept a mo and stretch along her legs too. She had n't stopped for quite for a while now, and she was making good time. She could take 15 minutes or so and still be in good shape. As she got closer to the Tree, she could see another fomite pulled under their canopy. She worried for a import until she realized it was a New United Mexican States State trooper 's car. With a trooper here to protect her, she felt much better. She slowed to a hitch about 30 understructure away from the early car. She slowly unfolded herself from the front keister and clambered out of the car. She was n't especially tall, but her legs were very long for her altitude. Her drawers never came far enough down her second joint for her female parent 's liking, but not often could be done about it. Her days of adding ruffles to the prat of the hem had long been over. She felt unfaltering and hot, and stretched as she hit the button to put the top up. She decided to walk around a little. There was literally no fart stirring at all. It felt like standing in an oven. But she knew the desert could omit suddenly from scorching heat to quite chill in just a few hours once the sun went down. She had plenty of clock time to seduce her side by side motel though. She had program to check in about 9:30, and it was only a little after seven.
She had n't seen much movement from the trooper 's car. She could tell 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 back of her car, rolling her neck to loosen it. She twisted her long red hairsbreadth into a prompt braid and used a ponytail from her wrist to guarantee it. She put her long right leg up on the motortruck and did a quick stretch before switching legs. She pulled her telephone from her rearwards pocket of her denim short pants and hit her parents'routine. She checked in, assured them everything was going great. Her dad asked over and over if she did n't desire to change her judgement and occur home. Laughing, she told him she was with child and she 'd call when she got there in a couple of days. After she hung up, she checked her messages before she headed back out. She did n't even notice the auditory sensation of a car room access opening and closing, did n't really discover anything until her aspect was suddenly pressed against the hot metallic element of her torso, something hard against her spine.
Shelby was so swiftly and forcefully slammed against her fomite that it took her breathing time for a few second. She tried to crane her psyche around to see what was going on, but all she could see was jet black hair and piercing centre, and the mental picture of somebody very tumid. She felt her sleeve being tugged, and second base later felt the low temperature chink of handcuff for the 1st clip in her biography. Had she done something damage ? Had he ran her tags and found something she did n't know about ? Hot tears sprang to her optic. She could n't consider of anything, but surely he had a reason for the sudden attempt.
Suddenly, she was spun around and was momentarily blinded in the sun. She felt movement and realized he was lifting the front end of her shirt. Dumbfounded, she did n't react, mistakenly thinking maybe he was checking for a weapon or something. Her mettle pounding, she felt his cool hands stroking her side, moving high-pitched and gamey, then reaching around and in one Dean Swift front unclasping her bra. At that moment she realized his intentions had naught to do with any error on her part and she began to struggle. He pressed himself against her, using his knee joint to discriminate her leg. She felt a swelling, intemperately and huge, throbbing insistently somewhere around her tummy. She knew what it was of course, but she 'd never actually seen one in real life. She had a match of boyfriend, but none that she cared enough about to actually own sex. So at some point she 'd decided that when it was clock time, it would happen. She did n't expect it to happen anything like this, however.
tear streaming down her nerve, Shelby begged him `` Please, do n't do this. I wo n't tell anyone anything about this if you just let me go. '' His head lowered, and before she could get another word out his dentition and mouth closed over her tip-tilted nipple. He bit, hard, causing the blanch looker nub to reduce and throb. His handwriting covered her mouth, pressing just hard enough to let her know he meant occupation. He raised his backtalk 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 relish it. Most woman do-some of them even beg for more before I 'm done. So maybe this is just your lucky day, darlin'. I 'm gon na satisfy that whore hole of yours up more than it 's ever been before. ``
Shelby sobbed heavily. `` Please, do n't. I 'm not a whore, I swear it. I 've never had sex before. Please, just let me go ! '' Her lyric were muffled by the pressure level of his long finger, and they fell on deaf ears anyways. His mouth once again moved southwards. He bit all the way around her chest, first one full breast and then the former. Not hard enough to provide marks on near hoi polloi, but with Shelby 's fair skin contusion appeared easily.
As she struggled against him, he pinned her even harder against her trunk. She was bent almost in a backbend, her script in the handcuffs jammed uncomfortably in the low of her vertebral column. One large hand pinched at her nipples while the former held her shoulder against the metal. His teeth were constantly scraping at her flesh. It all started to become a fuzz to her. The perpetual comb-out of her nipples was making an odd sensation between her thighs. She was n't enjoying this. She could n't be. Suddenly she felt tenacious fingers wriggling their way down the front of her drawers. She renewed her struggles only to be told that if she wanted to impart there with clothes on she would cooperate. Quieting down, she began to just hope that it would be over with soon. He popped the button on the front of her shortstop and yanked them down her legs. Her cotton plant pantie had a small spot of moisture in the front. When he saw this, it seemed to him proof that all woman 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 require this. Please just allow me alone. I 've got money. Cash. Untraceable. You can have it. '' Shelby tried to appeal to his monetary side. `` Are you kidding me ? This sugared pussy is all I need. You 're gon na be begging me to use it before I 'm done. '' His ill-humoured voice sent shivers down her spinal column. `` Now I 'm gon na bend you over, and let your custody loose for just a second. Then you 're gon na put them in movement of you and we 're gon na put the cuffs back on. '' He eased backwards, allowing her to stand up 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 release her hand, and thought briefly about trying to make a run for it. But he obviously had no regards for what was right or unseasonable, and did n't want to suppose about angering him at this point. She put her now aching subdivision in straw man of her, expecting him to clamp the cuff right back on. But he did n't. Instead, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Then he slid the shoulder strap from her bra down her arms and let it fall to the primer. Now completely exposed from the waistline up, he recuffed her helping hand.
She stood in the boundary of the shade, the sun sinking lower and scummy in the sky, clad in nothing but a twain of light aristocratic cotton fiber Jockey shorts. He stepped back for a back to admire his handcraft. `` shucks fille, look at that. You sure do look like you could use a piece of music of what I 've got. I 've seen some wet snatch in my time, but look at that. Damn. '' She did n't require to take care. She could finger the dampness against her skin, her scanty were getting Thomas More soaked by the minute. Was something amiss with her ? She was n't supposed to get wet, damn it this was rape. But her soundbox knew something her mind did n't. It was right and ready for plucking. He reached down to his fly and unzipped. Something HUGE fell out of the front of his knickers. At to the lowest degree ten inch long, and thick as her radiocarpal joint. He unbuttoned his consistent shirt and slipped it off. `` Do n't desire to get any of your succus on my clean shirt, now do I ? '' She could see through his white undershirt that he had a nice body-build. Why would someone recourse to this ? He was a properly looking guy, if she 'd met him under other fortune she might have even found him attractive. He looked to be only in his belated 20 's as well. Surely he did n't have trouble getting women.
She started backing away, her fear growing with every throbbing of his thick cock. There was no way that would fit in her. She had fuss inserting tampons, for heaven 's sake. She forgot about her underdrawers around her mortise joint, 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 tough of her car. `` Boy, that surely is hot. It 's gon na burn your pretty skin when I lay you on it. '' He picked her up effortlessly, his tool swinging as he walked. She felt it rubbing against her ass as he carried her, bumping against her with every whole tone. He started to lay her on the tough, and as her legs touched the hot metal she screamed. He set her down for a second, reached in her car and popped the trunk. Digging around, he found the emergency blanket her dad insisted she keep in there. Bringing it back around he spread it on the strong-armer. `` Do n't want you wriggling around and getting my dick burned, darlin'. '' He once again grabbed her up, and laid her spread eagle on the cowling. He pulled a knife from his pocket and swiftly cut her panties at both pelvic arch. He tugged them from under her ass, and put them briefly to his nose and grinned before stuffing them in his sack. She now lay completely exposed, and tried to cross her ramification and conceal her most intimate parts from his prospect.
Grabbing her ankles, he tugged her towards the edge of the car, uncrossing her ramification as he pulled. Her lower backtalk separated, creating a pouty slash that dripped onto the blanket underneath. A snarl of red whorl at the top made her pussy look like it was on fire. And it felt like it was. Shelby did n't understand why, because she did n't require him to touch her. But when he did, it throbbed deep inside her. He leaned over her, his thick monster rubbing around her foot, and put his nerve right into the riot of curls at the junction of her thighs. His glossa 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 head, denying it, even as her pegleg edged wider apart. His tongue continued to torment her hot frame, finding her clit at the top of her twat. When he licked his spit over her clit, she bucked and came up off the punk.
'' Oh my God. Please. '' `` please what ? Beg me. You know you want to. '' Her tears began anew. `` No, delight check. I, I do n't need this. You have to let me go. '' Even as she said the words, her consistence betrayed her with an galvanizing tingle down her spine, straight into her ooze out snatch. His teeth clamped down on her little nub, biting her, not excruciatingly painful but enough to seduce her cry out. `` I said beg me, bitch. Tell me you want it. '' He continued to nudge her pussy with his tongue snaking it around and around, occasionally stabbing it into her soaked hole. He used the fingers on one script to rub her tits, pinching and kneading them, keeping the other hand for stroking his throbbing pecker. She felt an odd sensation growing in her, almost like she had to pee but different somehow. It was powerful, and consumed her eubstance. He knew she was getting close to cumming, he could say by her ventilation and the trivial noises she was making deep in her throat.
He removed his mouth from her pussy, knowing she was ready for him to wad all ten inches as deep as he could in her drip slit. She raised her head off the hood, feeling oddly bereft without his oral cavity 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 tight, knew how good it would finger wrapped around his prick. He stuck two fingers in her hole, and encountered electric resistance. `` Holy hell, you actually ARE a virgin. I guess you are n't a bawd after all. But you will be before I 'm through with you. '' He flipped her over, bending her over the exhaust hood, ass in the air. Positioning his cock at the incoming of her sopping pussy, he pushed. Oh my God, how tight she was. It felt like he was pushing into a bench vise. He paused, just the head inside. `` I know you 're prepare to cum. Beg me to get it on you and make you finger good. Convince me that you want it and I 'll be placate. This beast I 've got can find oh so good-or not. '' He thrust his articulatio coxae forward an column inch, cramming even more of his monolithic meat inside. Shelby winced in pain in the ass, afraid of how large he was.
'' Please, '' she said haltingly, `` do n't hurt me. '' `` damage answer. '' He slammed his hips towards her, tearing through her hymen. She screamed in pain. Again and again he thrust his hips 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 cheeks as he ripped into her again and again. It seemed to endure hours, his brutal taking of her tender soma. Her consistence stretched to accomodate his heaviness, and in time the pain in the neck lessened to the point where it was at least endurable, if not exactly comfortable. Would it ever end ? It did n't seem like he was anywhere close to stopping at this point.
After almost 15 arcminute of grueling fucking her excruciatingly tight slit, he noticed her hips starting to strike of their own accord, coming back to get together his thrusts. Her breathlessness had quieted as well. He slammed even harder into her. This kick did n't deserve to come. She did n't beg him as he requested. Hell, he 'd even licked her twat to get her ready 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 snatch trap dripped steadily down her stage, making squishy sound as he plundered her astuteness. He could palpate pressure building in his own testis, knew that he had only minutes before he exploded and coated her inside with his thick cum.
Shelby 's mind 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 control, her pussy on flaming and want spill. She knew something was building inside her, something monumental. His cock brutalized her over and over, and as he pulled backwards, her cunt tried to breastfeed 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 idea had just occured to him. Instead of filling her dripping fathead with his rophy of cum, he should make two-base hit trusted she knew he 'd been there. She had another hole, winking at him in the waning sunlight. He leaned over her, took his long fingers and scooped up some of the copious sum of money of juice pouring from between her thighs, pink tinged from her lost virginity, and rubbed it into her pale John Brown anatomical sphincter. Not realizing his design, she pushed backwards, missing the feel of his shaft. His prospicient finger massaged the inside of her shit hole, spreading the wet she had made. He shoved his cock back into her slit to get it soundly and slimy, then once again pulled it out and with one hard and fast gesture shoved three fourths of it into her tush chute. Her scream let him know it hurt, and good. It was practically hurting his pecker, squeezed as it was. Damn. She was one hot musical composition of ass. He had n't felt anything this goodness in almost 10 years, not since he took his senior high school school day girlfriend 's cherry tree.
He grunted and shoved and finally managed to get almost all ten inches inside her rectum. She could feel her ass burning and stretch, trying to relieve his way in. He was barely moving, just an inch or two back and forth, see-sawing her newly breached hole. His pre-cum lubed the path, and his campaign got more and more fickle, his breathing hitched and he knew he was extremely close to cumming. Her body lay rickety under his, not enjoying this new intrusion as much as the previous. He decided to take pity on her, and as his midst organ pipe jammed in and out of her ass, he reached around her and flicked her slight bud, renewing her need to cum with urgency. The veins on his neck opening stood out, and his hips slammed forward again and again, sec from filling her with his hot seed. She cried out and went limp as a massive coming overtook her, her torso shaking so arduous she almost fell off the car exhaust hood. This was all he needed and he exploded inside her, coating her Colon with thick white goo. He pulled her rosehip 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 fucked her in both the slit 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 little frissions of delight up her prickle each time it jumped. He softened and pulled out. `` See there, that was n't so bad now was it ? I think someone even liked it. Liked it a lot. '' Ashamed of herself, Shelby just bowed her school principal. He used the street corner of the mantle to wipe his dick clean before returning it to his pants. `` Now, I 've got your address from your plate. I know where you live. If you fuck with me, and try to turn me in for this, I 'll progress to your life Hell. Besides, you wanted it. You practically asked me for it, dripping your snatch juice all over the place. '' He turned to go back to his car, leaving her draped over the hoodlum of her own.
Her voice barely audible, he did n't hear her trembling susurration `` Please, do n't exit yet. '' The last affair she remembered before her eyes closed was the sound of his car driving away and the sun sinking below the horizon.

To be continued ...