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... bawling now, my arm was wet with tears. "Ok, now you gotta push in some more. You wanna push alla way in." I felt the bed creak as Kyle shifted his weight, and then he leaned into me again, driving that thing deeper. I felt like I was tearing inside. "Please . . . p-p-p-please . . . stop!!" I cried out. "Stop ya damn cryin'!!" Ken said. "Just shut your fuckin' mouth." Then he said to Kyle: "Don't let that baby shit stop you. . ." "Damn right, I won't." And he wasn't - he grabbed my shoulders, digging his fingers into me. So he could pull, add his pulling to the weight of him. It seemed like my crying, my pleading had only made him more thrilled with what he was doing. "Gonna push me alla way inside your pussy ass!" "That's it, boy! Tell him you gonna do it!" I had stopped crying. Now I was numb, feeling dead inside. There was no place to hide, I felt like he had driven a stake through my soul with that thing. But it was all the way in now - I could tell because I felt the scratch of his hair on the sensitive skin between my cheeks. I had to struggle for breath - he seemed so heavy, so big on top of me. He pressed his belly down on my back. I could feel him close. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, the hot blast jets of some snorting bull. "Dad . . ." He caught his breath. "Dad, this feels . . .so . . .fuckin' . . .good!" "I tole you. Nothin' like puttin' it to some white fucker." And when he pulled enough air back into him he pushed his torso up off me, he ...

... shifted his legs and pulled back out. He hovered there a moment with just his head inside me. And then quick, hard, all the way back in, making me cry out with the shock of it. And then all over again. He did this slow at first, experimenting with the motion. With every downward stab the springs would groan, and the mattress would recoil, so that as he pulled up my ass would follow behind him. He would pull way, way back, high enough that I could feel the head of his cock actually pull my asslips back. He'd pause there a minute, waiting for the bed to settle down. And then quick, suddenly, he'd hammer me down into the bed again. Each time he did this his downward thrust became harder, more viscous. He repeated this cycle a few times, and then he going faster. The bed was moving continuously now. "That's it, enjoy yourself boy!" Now he was really into it; he was timing it so that his breath, my shriek and the heave of the bedsprings ran all together like some obscene dance. "That's it. Slam that motherfucker!" So this was what girls felt like. This was what it was like to have a boy on top of you, pillaging your soul with that thing, that long hard thing that hurt you with its strength. This was what it was like to feel him change from a boy you thought you knew into something else, into some wild demon that feeds on your tears. "P-P-P-Please . . ." I picked my head up, I turned around and looked at Kyle through my tears. "P-P-Please!!" His face was twisted with pleasure - he ...