Summary
His knees pushed up under my buttocks and his cock pushed inside me. He bottomed and then started fucking me hard and deep. I was too far gone to go with the fuck—to do any of those things I’d done before to give him pleasure and to want have me going with him. I just lay there, moaning and whimpering at his full, cruel possession of my channel. His hand went to my throat, and I was fighting for breath and consciousness.
When he came, he let out a victory yodel.
That, undoubtedly, was what saved me.
The next thing I knew, we were surrounded by blue uniforms, and Copely was being pulled away from me and being dragged off.
The guy who had been in the dark sedan the other day was there, and he was pulling me up, and helping me put my running shorts back on. The waistband of the jock strap had been snapped in Copely’s run to get it off me, so it was of no use.
The guy helped me over to the picnic table and had his handkerchief out, dabbing at the blood at the corners of my nose and mouth.