Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

... Julie wailed as the man interrupted her pleas by raping his cock back up Julie's just-used teen pussy.

"This ass is mine, bitch!" The man roared as he fucked Julie far harder than he had before. His fingers dug into her big butt cheeks, pulling her back onto his invading pole. All Julie could do was yelp and grimace as she was taken from behind for the first time in her young life, the man's seemingly-much-too-big cock practically knocking the wind out of her from the inside. Her cervix was getting battered. She felt like his dick might punch through at any moment.

"N-oh! Oh!"

"Yeah, bitch, cum on this dick again!" The man gloated, clearing feeling Julie's orgasm clamping down on his dick. "You love how I fuck this cunt, don't you?"

"Fuck!" Julie couldn't find words. The man hadn't slowed his fast-paced dicking of her slit at all. She just kept on cumming as she took rapist dick from the back.

"Say you fucking love it, cunt!" The man ordered through gritted teeth. He smacked Julie across the ass three times, each time impacting her right cheek. And each time it hurt and stung even more.

"I love it I love it thank you!" Julie sobbed as she came. "Thank you, Daddy!"

"Take another fucking load!" The man grasped Julie's hips tightly, rammed his cock in as hard as he'd done yet. Julie felt it. She knew what that swelling-throb from his dick was now. She knew he was shooting off inside her. Breeding her.

Could she really feel all these sensations? Did she ...

... really feel the warm, slippery wads of spunk splattering on her cervix? Were her nerve endings so finely capable that she was enjoying her no-longer-virgin pussy getting basted from the inside with her rapist’s semen? Or was it just her sex-drunk brain filling in gaps based on what she knew must be happening inside her abused cunt?

The answer didn't matter much: The man's orgasm set her into another earth-shattering climax.

"Aahh! Oh! Ohmygod!"

"Yeah, soak the fucking bed with that squirt, baby." He draped his body over Julie's, resting on her naked back, and reached his hands around to grab Julie's big tits. "Such a good little cumdump. You took it so well." He was fondling her gently now, almost tenderly, even if he was palming her claimed rape victim tits. He held still, as if soaking up the afterglow of having shot off inside his teen captive for a second time. Julie could do nothing but soak it up, too. This tall man's weight on her, cock still deep inside her bent-over pussy. His chest hair on her back. She could feel throbs inside her. She couldn't tell if that was his dick twitching or her pussy lightly clenching.

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Julie woke up to find herself alone in the room. She could see sunlight poking between the curtains that covered the room’s tiny window—she realized it must be early morning. She didn’t remember falling asleep, and she was surprised to find herself fully wrapped up in a soft, large blanket, as if it had been carefully burritoed around ...