The American Body Beautiful
The whole thing about Lill's virginity kept on bubbling up and causing suppressed hilarity among our group through the next week. Mandy wanted to start a rumour round the school, and Lill didn't want that mostly because she didn't want people talking about her any more but also because she said there was just no way anyone could have found out without sticking something up her, and nice girls weren't supposed to let that happen. Mandy dreamed up more and more bizarre and implausible ways in which we could have accidentally and innocently established it, and Nancy's response veered erratically between slightly hysterical giggles and vicious snarling.
Nancy had had a horrible weekend. She told me bits and Mandy bits, and from what we could piece together she'd been paraded round in white as this exemplary chaste Christian maiden, and on the Sunday it had been sprung on her that she was expected to get up in front of a whole big place full of Sunday-school kids from all over the state and like exhort them to sign up to this pledge thing. And she'd caved in and done it.
What private time we got together that week was a mixture of rage and self recrimination and blind, furious animal sex, which exhausted her and left her sore but which she didn't seem to enjoy. And that was not good. She also cried a lot, and we spent a lot of time just hugging and being close together, and that was better. We got through the week.
And then it was like the weekend and we were all back up at the barn and Nancy's stuff didn't feel like it was at all resolved.
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"OK," said Mandy, her breathing still hoarse and laboured. "Ready."
"Camera one," said Lilith, "Camera two... Camera three..."
"Camera five" said Mrs Price.
"...Camera four..." said Lill, "...sound, and action..."
I ran into shot, grabbed Mandy's pelvis, and shoved in. There was plenty of lube, but she was amazingly tight and the sensation was enormous. She gasped. I pushed further, and found I'd reached an end. She moaned. I pulled out, desperately thinking I'd gone too far.
Mandy said "stop" and Lill said "cut" almost together. I pulled right out and released the bar on the stocks.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Look, this is tough and the longer it takes the tougher it is" said Mandy, between gasps. She didn't stand up.
"There's no use me going through that beating if it ends up with a namby pamby screw. You have to use force. You have to concentrate on using force. I promise I'll tell you to stop if I need you to stop. Just perform, will you, and stop trying to be considerate because in this situation it just doesn't help. OK?"
"Hey, like, I was up against your end... I was scared I'd tear something..."
"Hey, I'm tough. I'll stretch."
"But you made this awful moan..."
"I'm acting, man! Like, this is a movie we're doing. You should fucking try it sometime!"
I look down on her tiny battered, striped, bruised backside streaked with ribbons of pink weal and trails of sweat, at the glisten of lube on her delicate, chocolatey pink inner folds, at the tiny tuft of jet black fur appearing between her thighs, and tried to get my head round wanting to hurt something so... precious.
"That's pretty much what I wanted to say, Kyle," said Lill. "You don't look drug crazed or testosterone driven or fierce, you look anxious. It doesn't work. You're raping her. You're out of control and you're raping her. Look" - she reached past me - "grab her hair with your left hand and pull back on that. Like hard. Guide yourself in with your right, and then as soon as you're in grab her hip here - that OK Mandy?"
"Ok. Great. Kyle, try and grab as much hair as you can, will you, so it hurts less? And then sometime during the fuck go for my tit with your right hand, like you're really mangling it, OK?"
"If you're sure..."
"Just fucking do it, OK? And fucking screw me this time. Do it. Ram me. Try and fucking split me open. Make me feel your fucking cock hit the back of my fucking throat, OK? Right, Lill. Ready."
"Still plenty of tape in the cameras? OK... OK, ready and... action!"
I ran in and grabbed a handful of strong, glossy back hair. I stuffed myself into her, grabbed her hip and pushed. God she was tight and it felt glorious. She groaned. She's acting, she's acting...with my head down I pulled out and slammed myself back in hard. Her little body bucked and jerked under the impact and she made a gasping moan. Slam again, and this time I remembered to grunt. She was so tight and hot and the sensation was so intense... I could already feel an orgasm building in me, and I was fighting to hold it down. I could feel her rolling for me, rising on tiptoe to meet my thrust, heels down and back braced to hold the impact.
Don't come, don't come... the rhythm was building, we were moving faster together... I knew I could not hold back long... the breast, reach down for it, small and tender in my hand, squeeze quickly but not hard... my nose was in the sweat-smell of her, the aphrodisiac pheromone rich armpit smell... I bared my teeth and made a big show of biting into her shoulder, clamping myself to her back. I pulled out slower, and her body pressed against mine sort of shuddered. I took my hand from her breast and reached right under her, between our legs, and flicked her clit with my thumbnail. She bucked, and began a high, hoarse, rhythmic groaning sob. I pushed myself upright, grabbed both hips and drove into her again. Her cunt was a fist, gripping and squeezing and clenching on me, trying to resist my withdrawal...
I knew I was past the point of no return. I knew I had to come out. I desperately didn't want to. I roared, thrust hard into her and pulled right out, and as I did so semen fountained out of me and splattered across her back and into her hair. She was gasping and sobbing. I reached over her, gasping myself, released the pin on the stocks, threw the bar up, jerked her upright by the hair, kissed her savagely and threw her down. I walked out of shot, trying to make it look as if I stepped hard on her face as I went.
"Cut!" said Lill.
"Hold position, Mandy! Hold position!" I said.
