Chapter 17

Nena went into her small room and lay on the bed. She curled herself into a little ball, like a newborn baby, willing her body to meld into itself making her disappear. She wrapped her arms around her legs protectively and gently rocked back and forth. Her ass still throbbing from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again ... she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father ... fucking her ... fucking her ass ... fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.

She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Scott's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and how it felt buried deep within her.

She shivered remembering her struggling to get out from under him and how he put his arms around her thin waist and pulled her in close to his chest pumping deeply, the panic when she realized that was he was going to shoot his load inside her, the orgasm that spasmed through her unconsciously when she felt the first thick stream plow into her fertile hole, his cock jerking in her like a thick electrified coil.

The images swam through her mind faster, ricocheting off one another, blending, a stream of sexual depravity. A non-stop thought interspersed with fleeting glimpses of stiff cocks, warm sperm, sweat, her swollen, red vagina, her heavy tits suspended by her thick brown nipples, the hard bodies pinning her down, controlling her, using her ... humiliating her.

Nena began to mew and whimper on the bed. She turned around on her back. Driven with need, she reached down reached down to the thick thatch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs wantonly in a wide V. Nena stuck two of her fingers into her already drenched hole. She groaned. With the other hand she began to lightly pull at her nipples, causing them to stiffen and extend. She closed her eyes. Part of her screamed at herself to stop, but the images of the last day floated in and out of her mind, urging her on. She tried to go slow, to prolong the sensation, but the need, the need to cum was just too much.

She slipped a third finger into her slippery hole and pressed in deeply, feeling the vaginal walls as they pressed tightly against her fingers, the sensations causing her to body to quiver in excitement. At the same time she increased the tempo and pressure on her nipples, her finger dancing back and forth between the two hard nubs, further hardening them. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath started coming in short little gasps as she neared orgasm.

She focused on the image of Miguel as he plunged his cock into her at the store. As she neared her peak, suddenly the door opened. Nena jumped up in surprise and covered herself with a blanket, her body trembling from the need to climax.