Lorraine's pain

Marty paniced, his mother's lips pressed against his own he was at a loss how to react. She sat back looking confused and a little disappointed.

"This is all wrong, I don't know what it is, but kissing you is like.......kissing my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense."

"Believe me, it does."

"Someones coming."

The driver's door was pulled open and Marty hauled out to face Biff.

"You caused $300 damage to my car you son of a bitch, and I'm gonna take it out of your ass." He pushed Marty into the arms of his goons. "Hold him."

Lorraine crawled partially into the driver's seat. "Leave him alone, Biff you're drunk"

"Well look at what we have here." Biff smiled seeing the object of his lust.

Fear gripped Lorraine seeing the way he looked at her. She scrabble deeper into the car.

"No no stay here with me." Glancing back at his goons, "Take him around back, I'll be there in a minute."

They didnt move. "Well go on, this ain't no peep show." Biff slammed the door.

Lorraine struggled for all she's worth but was no match for the much larger boy and could not reach the door handle.

Panic filled her as she glimpsed Marty being **** away knowing she was on her own.

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Biff grabbed her legs pulling them back on either side of him causing her poofy skirts to ride up. He pinned her neck down with on hand freeing his fleshy rod with the other.

Her fists pummled him with no effect, he pulled her panties to the side and lined up his member.

He paused a second and looked into her teary eyes watching the fear and determination change to pain and despair as he sank into her.

He grinned and began pounding her tight folds feeling her go limp beneath him.

The pain overwhelmed the slight girl as he **** himself inside her barely damp tunnel. She had only had sex once before and that boy gad been gentle and hesitant.

Her mind went blank and tears streamed from her eyes as her body shook from his violation.

Biff thust over and over into the body beneath him caring nothing for her pleasure or comfort. He reached up ripping down her bodice and bra freeing her soft orbs, mauling and biting them.

His breath coming heavy he felt his climax approaching. He pounded her a few more times and buried himself deep within her releasing his seed.

Panting he pulled out and straightened his clothes. "That was great," he smirked, "we should do it again sometime."

George glimpsed a clock and realized he was late. He rushed to the parking lot looking for the car.

He saw rhe open driver's door and slowed his approach. He knew something must be wrong. As he got closer he could hear her sobbing, a lump formed in his chest.

"Oh God, Lorraine." He pulled her into his arms, she struggled weakly then collapsed against him weeping.