All she could see was an arm next to her head. It was a hairy arm, very hairy, almost too hairy for a man; suddenly she felt something rubbing against... her vagina. She was very wet from her dreams of having sex with Athena, Apollo, Poseidon and Zeus. “No please, don’t do this” she begged. He was breathing hard and heavy. He gave out a growl of confusion. As he put the tip of his penis on her entrance she closed her eyes. Wishing she would wake up from this bad dream and continue pleasing gods. . It took most of half an hour, which seems like a very short time, unless you're facing the hounds of Hell. Eventually, she came to understand that his tight embrace meant he wasn't leaving her. Then she cried, grieving for the loss of her own innocence.This was completely different than what she had experienced during the rape. She remembered looking into the eyes of the man she hated more than anything in her life. She remembered the odor of gasoline. She remembered intentionally bringing her. He thought that every other guy wanted to fuck my brains out, it turns out that he may have been right about that. I suppose the clothes I wore might have hard something to do with that. I had a great body and I knew it and I saw nothing wrong with flaunting it, a lot. I mean really, youre only young once and I knew men of all ages stared at me with appreciation in their eyes, I saw it all the time. It always made me feel good knowing that just with the bounce of my step I could make a man. Becky assumed DJ's objections to Joey fucking her as a natural reaction on her part. Just like all the girls, she too treated him like a member of the family. So the idea of DJ fucking with him was just as incestuous to her, as she thought DJ did. She had no reason to believe that it was his cock that scared the fifteen-year-old, and not that he was almost related.Besides, she couldn't picture Joey as being to great a lover. I mean, he can never hang on to his dates. So how good a fucker can he.