Carlson pulled off his pants and shorts and displayed his erect penis to the girl. “You see? I can get it up and, in fact, I have done so.” He unwrapped a condom and rolled it onto his penis. Marsha crossed her legs protectively. Carlson shook his head sadly. “It looks as if you’re going to have more bruises, my dear.” He drew back a fist and struck her uppermost knee. She moaned in pain and after repeated blows she uncrossed her legs in surrender.
Carlson pushed her unresisting legs apart and shoved himself into her. He had not fucked a woman in a long time and he felt no remorse for violating this girl who had wronged him so recklessly. It was, to him, poetic justice that she was now receiving the rape she had falsely claimed.
He experienced a very satisfactory ejaculation but did not remove the condom. “I recall that there are two items remaining on the agenda – your mouth and your ass.” He pulled the tape off her mouth, then grabbed a handful of her hair and bent her head to his penis. “Suck it!” he commanded.
“Please!” she begged abjectly, her defiant attitude completely gone. “Please don’t make me do that – I hate the idea! It is humiliating and disgusting!” “Sorry,” replied Carlson, not at all sorry. “This is part of your script. Suck it – and don’t make any mistakes or I’ll pull your hair out by the roots!”
“All right – whatever you want! Only, don’t hurt me any more, okay?” With a grimace of revulsion she opened her mouth to accept his penis. Carlson noted with satisfaction the change from Marsha’s defiant, arrogant attitude to one of complete submission. His one regret was that the condom prevented him from enjoying the full effect of her moist lips and tongue, but of course he could not deposit in her mouth even a drop of semen, with its telltale DNA.
Marsha sucked energetically and Carlson relaxed, giving himself up to the delight of receiving oral sex from the obedient girl. She was doing a great job!
After a while he felt himself coming to a climax. A second geyser of semen gushed into the inside of the condom and Carlson experienced a glorious moment of ecstasy – followed by a horrible knifing pain as Marsha bit his penis as hard as she could. Carlson screamed. Marsha opened her mouth and Carlson jerked away from her. Marsha dove forward and this time her target was his balls, which she clamped her teeth onto, hard, and then released.
Carlson, in agony, slumped to the floor, clutching his balls. Marsha struggled to her feet and used her training as a gymnast to stomp very effectively on Carlson’s head. After a couple of stomps Carlson lost consciousness. Marsha knelt down and with her teeth pulled at the loose flap of condom at the end of Carlson’s penis. The condom came off into her mouth and Marsha was gratified to taste the sticky semen – the evidence she needed! To be doubly safe, she swallowed the condom.
She backed up to the door of the van, found the handle, and quickly was off into the night.
Sometime later, Carlson regained consciousness. His head hurt, his penis hurt, his balls hurt. He noted that both Marsha and the condom were gone. Ruefully, he recalled her plea not to suck his penis and a second fable took its place beside the boy who cried ‘wolf.’ It was the tale of Brer Rabbit, who begged not to be thrown into the briar patch, when that was exactly what he wanted. Carlson reflected that Marsha Taylor might not have been a good student, but she was damn shrewd.
However, this was not the time for such observations – he had to decide quickly what he must do next.
That decision was taken out of his hands most colorfully by the flashing blue and yellow lights of the approaching police car.
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