him away from the woodpile. Her grip was uncommonly strong. Kyle held back. He opened his mouth to protest.
Marianne put her face close to his. “Or do you want me to tell my father and your uncle and everybody else in town what you did to me?”
“I didn’t do anything to you, and we both know it.”
“The way I’ll tell it, you did. And in this town, who do you think people will believe, you or me?”
He turned his head to avoid her sour breath. He was beaten and he knew it. If he let her try whatever she had in mind maybe she would go away and forget him. He relaxed and let her lead him toward the out buildings.
“Did you ever do it in a barn?” she said.
“Amos is in there.”
“Maybe he’d like to watch. Or even join in. But maybe you’re not ready for that. Let’s go in the tool shed.”
With a last glance back toward the house, Kyle let himself be pulled along toward the tool shed. It was a rectangular unpainted wooden building with a corrugated roof. Inside it smelled of machine oil and sawdust.
“This will do,” she said. “Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”
Kyle recoiled as she went for his crotch.
“Don’t jump, lover. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I tell you there’s no way I can do anything.”
“We’ll see. Why don’t you relax and enjoy it.”
Feeling as though he was in some kind of nightmare, Kyle let her push him to the gritty floor of the shed. She undid his belt, opened his pants, and yanked them down to his knees, taking his briefs along. With one hand she milked his limp penis while her other fondled his testicles.
“You like that?” She smiled down at him, her lipsticked mouth garish in the dim light that filtered through the shed’s single window.
Kyle grunted. Incredibly, he started to get hard. The last thing in the world he wanted was to have sex with this suddenly weird girl. And yet, he could not deny it, she was exciting him. And she knew it.
“What did I tell you? You’re more of a man than you thought.”
She dipped her head suddenly and nibbled at the head of his cock. A shudder ripped through his body. He lay propped on his elbows as Marianne stood up skinned down her jeans. She wore no underwear. She pulled the jeans off one foot, then the other, balancing precariously as she did so. Naked from the waist down, she stood over him for a moment rubbing herself between the thighs.
“Ready to fill this hole for me? Yes, I can see you are.”
Kyle started to get up. She pushed him back down.
“You stay right there, lover. Let me do the work.”
She squatted over him, lowering the lips of her vagina over his rigid penis. She dropped suddenly, swallowing him, and began to ride.
There was not much lubrication, and the friction of her pumping chafed the tender skin of his penis. Yet, hating himself for it, Kyle responded, rising to meet her with a flat smack of flesh on each plunge. Marianne threw her head around wildly, the loose hair slashing across her face.
Finally he could hold back no more. He let himself go and spurted inside her. Marianne rode all the harder, whimpering in her need. When his erection collapsed and she could no longer hold him inside she toppled over with a moan and lay beside him.
“That’s all right, lover. We’ll do better next time.”
Next time?!
All he could think about was that he wanted to be away from this girl. And he wanted a bath. He felt dirtier than he ever had in his entire life.
She reached down and squeezed his limp member. “At least you had a good time. Didn’t I tell you?”
He rolled away from her touch. As he did so, the bandage on her forearm pulled free. Kyle stared at the still open wound. The raw edges of skin were crusted with a lichen like white growth. The grayish meat underneath oozed a viscous green liquid.
“Hey, that doesn’t look good,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it, lover.”
Kyle looked up into her face. As he did so he was aware of a faintly unpleasant
Marianne put her face close to his. “Or do you want me to tell my father and your uncle and everybody else in town what you did to me?”
“I didn’t do anything to you, and we both know it.”
“The way I’ll tell it, you did. And in this town, who do you think people will believe, you or me?”
He turned his head to avoid her sour breath. He was beaten and he knew it. If he let her try whatever she had in mind maybe she would go away and forget him. He relaxed and let her lead him toward the out buildings.
“Did you ever do it in a barn?” she said.
“Amos is in there.”
“Maybe he’d like to watch. Or even join in. But maybe you’re not ready for that. Let’s go in the tool shed.”
With a last glance back toward the house, Kyle let himself be pulled along toward the tool shed. It was a rectangular unpainted wooden building with a corrugated roof. Inside it smelled of machine oil and sawdust.
“This will do,” she said. “Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”
Kyle recoiled as she went for his crotch.
“Don’t jump, lover. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I tell you there’s no way I can do anything.”
“We’ll see. Why don’t you relax and enjoy it.”
Feeling as though he was in some kind of nightmare, Kyle let her push him to the gritty floor of the shed. She undid his belt, opened his pants, and yanked them down to his knees, taking his briefs along. With one hand she milked his limp penis while her other fondled his testicles.
“You like that?” She smiled down at him, her lipsticked mouth garish in the dim light that filtered through the shed’s single window.
Kyle grunted. Incredibly, he started to get hard. The last thing in the world he wanted was to have sex with this suddenly weird girl. And yet, he could not deny it, she was exciting him. And she knew it.
“What did I tell you? You’re more of a man than you thought.”
She dipped her head suddenly and nibbled at the head of his cock. A shudder ripped through his body. He lay propped on his elbows as Marianne stood up skinned down her jeans. She wore no underwear. She pulled the jeans off one foot, then the other, balancing precariously as she did so. Naked from the waist down, she stood over him for a moment rubbing herself between the thighs.
“Ready to fill this hole for me? Yes, I can see you are.”
Kyle started to get up. She pushed him back down.
“You stay right there, lover. Let me do the work.”
She squatted over him, lowering the lips of her vagina over his rigid penis. She dropped suddenly, swallowing him, and began to ride.
There was not much lubrication, and the friction of her pumping chafed the tender skin of his penis. Yet, hating himself for it, Kyle responded, rising to meet her with a flat smack of flesh on each plunge. Marianne threw her head around wildly, the loose hair slashing across her face.
Finally he could hold back no more. He let himself go and spurted inside her. Marianne rode all the harder, whimpering in her need. When his erection collapsed and she could no longer hold him inside she toppled over with a moan and lay beside him.
“That’s all right, lover. We’ll do better next time.”
Next time?!
All he could think about was that he wanted to be away from this girl. And he wanted a bath. He felt dirtier than he ever had in his entire life.
She reached down and squeezed his limp member. “At least you had a good time. Didn’t I tell you?”
He rolled away from her touch. As he did so, the bandage on her forearm pulled free. Kyle stared at the still open wound. The raw edges of skin were crusted with a lichen like white growth. The grayish meat underneath oozed a viscous green liquid.
“Hey, that doesn’t look good,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it, lover.”
Kyle looked up into her face. As he did so he was aware of a faintly unpleasant
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