Lily was surprised when he set her down on his cot. She was not surprised when he pulled her legs apart though. She lied down and closed her eyes as he poked at her crotch with his fingers. He thought back to that afternoon and how he had gotten her excited enough to penetrate.
He then recalled he had just used the Neosporin tube to moisten her a little. He was not sure if she had actually gotten turned on in the end. Luckily he had more lubricants in his rucksack, including sunscreen and just plain skin lotion.
Lily gasped when he squirted a glop of lotion right onto her pelvic area. It was quite cold. She moaned when he spread it in-between her legs and winced when his fingers curved inside of her.
She recalled how much easier it was for Max to rape her in the bathtub with the aid of the water and wondered why he had made little effort to lubricate her asshole the way Mr. Richards did with her pussy. Perhaps he liked it when she got wet on her own, or perhaps he just did not care if he hurt her.
When Mr. Richards was confident he had significantly prepared Lily’s opening, he kneeled on the cot between her legs and positioned the tip of his cock against her cunt. She held her breath in anticipation. He did not keep her waiting. With one thrust he was inside her.
Lily felt the walls of her cunt expanding and was surprised it did not hurt like her asshole. That afternoon, she had not paid too much attention because she was worried about being caught by the other campers, and she was trying to keep her resolve after approaching Mr. Richards to trade sex for badges.
This time she just wanted to get it over with so she could go to bed. “Hurry up,” she accidentally voiced her thoughts.
“You want it that badly?” Mr. Richards snickered while grabbing her legs and pulling them apart so he could push into her. She contemplated correcting his misunderstanding but decided not to. Whenever Max raped her, she felt the need to keep as quiet as possible, lest she anger him and he hurt her as punishment.
With Mr. Richards it was different, but that also meant she had less she wanted to say. If she could put up with Max mercilessly stretching her asshole, she had no reason to be discontent with Mr. Richards gently prodding her pussy at all.
Of course, it was not actually all that gentle. She was small compared to the grown man and he was bigger than her father, both in stature and in the girth of his cock. It felt incredibly tight and she was wincing constantly. The outside of her cunt seemed to get pulled inside with each thrust and the folds in her skin got pinched enough to bother her. Additionally, the lotion made a popping sound she did not like.
After watching her face contort in pain and annoyance for a while, Mr. Richards pushed his thumbs into her mouth and pulled her cheeks apart. “Ut are u oing (what are you doing?)” she mumbled as saliva began to form in her mouth.
Mr. Richards found her slurred speech enduring. A girl trying to talk with something in her mouth was always adorable. He pushed on her tongue so that the saliva pooling in her mouth ran to the back. She sat up and spat out a mouthful of drool, before shooting him and angry glare.
He ignored her as he had already adopted other plans. He pulled his cock out of her cunt while pulling on her mouth so she not only was fully sitting up, she was leaning forward. He pushed on the back of her head until his erect cock was resting against her lips. She glared up at him through her bangs, trying to get his attention so he would know she was uncomfortable.
He simply shoved on the back of her head until his cock was fully in her mouth. It slid in easily because of the drool but she still tried to resist. She did not like the taste of the lotion. It was bitter and stung her tongue slightly.
Mr. Richards tapped on the back of her head a little harder. When she still resisted he got annoyed and made a fist which thudded against her head. His cock hit the back of her throat and popped past her uvula. Lily began pounding her tiny fists against Mr. Richards thighs immediately, trying to make him release her head.
Instead, he stood up so she was no longer leaning forward but was instead kneeling on the cot. When he thrust forward her head moved back and she nearly fell off the cot. He gripped her head tighter and pulled her back onto his cock forcefully.
Lily squealed as saliva squirted out of the corners of her mouth. The tip of his cock was pressing into her throat and trying to enter her esophagus but it was harder to do when she was kneeling than when she was lying down.
Mr. Richards wished there was a wall for him to press her head against like on Halloween, but the tent was far too flimsy. Instead he kept doing the same thing, thumping his fist on the back of her head and forcing her down more and his cock deeper.
Lily glared up at him through stringy sweat drenched hair the whole time. She could not tell if her eyes were hidden from him or if he was intentionally ignoring her. With each thump she became angrier. If she had the range to move her jaw, she would have bitten him.
Finally, after a rather painful thud, the head of his cock popped into her esophagus, triggering her gag reflux. Her whole stomach churned as she prepared to vomit. Of course, with her throat clogged, there was nowhere for the bile to go and she had to just swallow it back down. The swallowing motion massaged Mr. Richard’s cock and made him wince.
Lily tried to stand up to pull her head off, so Mr. Richards swung her whole body off the side of the cot so that her feet were not touching anything. She struggled, kicking her legs and trying to grip the edge of the cot with her toes but he just moved her further away from it.
She dangled by her head alone for a few moments before he lost his grip and she was able to fall to the floor. She immediately vomited and then began a fit of coughing. Mr. Richards watched her rolling on the floor in a naked mess and felt less guilt than before. He stepped off the cot and placed one foot on the floor and the other on her bare back, pushing her face into the pool of bile she had just expelled.
Lily thrashed and flopped on the floor of the tent, but only managed to roll over, soaking her hair in vomit. Mr. Richards applied more pressure to her chest, knocking the wind out of her lungs. He played with her hard nipples with his toes until his foot slid up to her neck. Lily froze in fear, waiting for him to remove it.
When he began applying more pressure instead, effectively strangling her, she began to panic and kick. Her back lifted off the floor as she arched her spine and a stream of urine shot out from her legs as she lost control of her bladder. Mr. Richards played with applying more and less pressure repeatedly, which caused the force of her pee being expelled to change as well.
Mr. Richards only stopped when he noticed bubbles of mucus and saliva frothing from her nose and mouth. He stepped off of her and expected her to start breathing deeply, but lying on her back with saliva in her mouth made it impossible, and her nose was clogged with mucus.