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crack of her ass. The dearness, the softness, the motion of cloth against naked, aroused flesh, made her
hornier than hell.
This added to her sucking. She wanted to give him the best head she could. The blonde cheerleader was
going to show them that she could do all they wanted and make them all feel small. She'd show them!
And then Bradford moved in closer. She felt him grab her hands and pull them behind her back. She
abandoned her post at the man's cock and tried to turn to face Bradford. The general manager had her
hands firmly secured with a short length of string. The thin thread cut into her wrists and threatened to cut
off all the circulation.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "I ... I'll suck him off, but don't do anything else to me!"
Her frightened eyes flashed across the sea of strange faces just feet away from where they crouched. All
those people watching her humiliation! She tried to move but Bradford shoved her roughly. She
stumbled and fell into the man's lap. A hard, round pillar of cock pressed firmly between her thighs and
nudged into the thin fabric of her g-string.
Her cunt began to water at the nearness of the man's prick. She tried to stop it. The harder she thought
about stopping her frothy flood of juice, the worse it became. The arousal was too intense for her to
simply deny.
She hated being humiliated and degraded like this. Or did she? Hadn't she virtually asked for this all night
long? She had played with Bradford and now he was getting even with her. He was simply giving her to
a player to fuck. That was it. So simple.
She felt the man's fingers fumbling at the thin string, and then her cunt was naked and exposed. Trying to
close her legs did no good. The man was too powerful. After all, he was a football player; he tossed
around men weighing two hundred pounds. He may have been only a kicker, but he was strong-too
strong for her to evade.
His cock raced along the fluid gash of her snatch. He missed her cunt hole on his first stroke. She
shuddered under the bludgeoning impact of that thrust. She shook and tried to stand. His hands held her
firmly in place.
"Stop, please! Stop! Not in public. My hands. They're tied. You can't do this to me. Not here, not now!"
"Do it," came the cold command from Bradford. The man stood back a few paces and watched as his
player began to seek out the tight little hole of her cunt.
Debbie had never been more frightened in her life. This couldn't possibly be happening to her. This
couldn't happen to anyone. Fucked in plain sight of all those people, tied and unable to do anything
about it!
She screamed as the huge prong of the man's cock blasted into her tiny little pussy. She thought he was
ripping her apart all the way to the chin. Their position made the head of his cock seem to hang up for a
moment just inside the pinkly scalloped ridges of her cunt lips. He shifted her around a little and then his
cock surged to the hilt up her pussy.
He began twisting her from side to side. She strained and tried to get her hands free. The only thing that
did was bruise her flesh. The tiny thread bound her too tightly, and the man was far too strong for her.
What was worst of all was that the feel of his prick spreading apart her inner membranes robbed her of
all strength. If she had stood, she would have collapsed to her knees. The feeling was rumbling
throughout her body, and it was a feeling of sexual weakness. She wanted that cock and couldn't help
herself now.
"Fuck me quick," she sobbed. "Please, ohhhhhh!"
He didn't seem to hear. His prick stayed buried balls deep in her cunt. Her delicate insides had begun to
expand to take the hugeness of his cock. The girl's resilient cunt walls spread until she could feel every
single bump and ridge on his pecker.
The cock danced with more and more lust for her. She felt the thick head expand until she was positive
he would rip her apart again. And then he began to bounce her up and down on his knees, like a father
might do with his little girl. She felt herself tossed up into the air, the prick almost leaving her cunt. She
didn't know which was worse. Having that mighty cock threatening to rip her up was bad, but the
emptiness after his prick left her pussy was even worse.
But it didn't last long, that feeling of hollow, aching need. Her cunt gulped and filled itself with the huge
plug of prick again. She slammed down hard onto his lap. The girl almost went out of her mind with the
sensations rippling through her. She didn't think she could be that close to coming. The nearness of prick
wasn't all that she needed for getting off. She needed a little tenderness in her lover-and she was getting
none of that now.
Gone was the feeling of power she had experienced as she had greedily nursed at the man's prick.
Bradford had seen her reveling in that power and had allowed her just enough satisfaction so that when
he deprived her of it, that made the loss all the worse. He was a sadist! He enjoyed playing mind games
with her.
Anything that would torment her was fine with him. She could barely focus her eyes, but she saw the
huge bulge growing at Bradford's crotch. He was getting off just watching her being publicly abused. He
had loved the feeling of her flesh yielding to the tightness of the knots he put into the thread on her wrists.
And the sight of the huge prick splitting apart her puckered cunt lips was almost more than he could bear.
She closed her eyes, hoping the world would go away. It didn't. If anything, it made the sensations in her
body all the more potent. The up and down fucking she received jolted her repeatedly, rattling her teeth.
She felt her pussy yielding softly again and again to that male battering ram. The man's cock drove into
her juicy twat like a branding iron fresh from the fire. Every single inch seared her flesh.
And then came the torrential outpouring of his come. Spurt after spurt filled her pussy in a vain attempt
to put out the fires of lust burning there.
She felt his cock begin to wilt inside her. Debbie felt nothing inside. She was still horny, but that wasn't
the powerful driving force it once had been. These men made fucking into something cheap and tawdry.
No longer could she get her kicks from a cock. It would take more, lots more.
Chapter 6
The player lifted her to her feet. He had to support her, Debbie's knees refused to lock properly and
hold her body erect. With a quick yank that cut deeply into her flesh, he tore off the string holding her
hands bound behind her back.
Hot and harsh breath assaulted her ear as he said, "You're a tight cunt. I like you. Maybe I'll go out
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