Wednesday, 12 June 2013
The young lass tried in vain to fight him off. Scratching the skin of his face and kicking him in the groin.
The more she fought, the harder and deeper he thrust into her. He did it for a few good minutes. Not that she was counting. All she wanted was to get out there. Away from his hungry torso and his tobacco tainted breath.
She felt him jerk and then he gave a groan. That pronounced he had finished.
‘Wow, you young ones are the same. Sweet as ever!’ he said peeling himself off her. The lass shivered uncontrollably as she clasped onto what was left of her blouse. She watched him fasten his trousers zip, praying he wouldn't decide to put her through the ordeal once again. She couldn't bear it. She felt dirty enough as it is.
Sex was supposed to be a sacred act between husband and wife. An act of love. She had heard her aunt say……. (to be continued)