She runs

With squeak of dismay Lisa turned to run away from the disgusting old man lurching towards her. As she pivoted, her heel caught in a crack of the pavement and a moment later she was sprawling on the ground, the wind knocked out of her and dazing her for a moment.

In an instant the old man is on top of her, grabbing a handful of her hair and the back of her dress and pulling her up then dragging her through a gap in a hedge. Struggling for breath, Lisa was dimly aware that she was in a large yard with a house set well back of the street as the old man pushed her to the ground.

"Too good for old men, are you baby girl?" he rasped as he pawed at her, pulling her dress up over her ass. "We'll just see about that."

Face down against the grass, Lisa started to struggle against the old man's ****.

"Let me go!" she squealed, trying to push him away. He was surprisingly strong, easily holding her down with one hand while he roughly fondled between her legs, pulling her black thong aside and probing her pussy.

"You're a wet one, aren't you baby girl?" he chuckled hoarsely. "All ready for an old man's pleasure palace."

"No! Oh God NO!" Lisa squealed, he voice partly muffled by the grass her face was pressed into.

"Oh Yes!" he growled, his rough fingers opening her wet folds, one finger, then two sliding into her velvet tunnel.

Lisa's mind was rocked with shame as she realised her body was responding with excitement to this ****. A heat was building in her pussy as the nasty old pervert fondled her, and she found herself rocking back against his fingers, pushing herself onto him.

"Gettin' to like it aren't you baby girl?" he laughed. "You're gonna love what comes next."

"Oh God please stop! Please! Please! I'm begging you!" His only answer was a scornful snort and she felt his fingers leave her and heard him fumbling with his zipper.

"No! Please NO! DON'T! OH GOD STOP!" she squealed as she felt the tip of his cock rub between her flowering pussy lips.

"OH GOD! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she howled as he rammed it balls deep in her, holding her down with one hand while the other squeezed her ripe ass. His hips started pounding, driving his cock in and out of her with a furious rhythm, and she could hear him grunt deeply with every thrust.

Shamefully, her body started to respond as though she was with a lover, not a ****, rocking back against his thrusts, her pussy squeezing and milking him. Ripples of pleasure started to flow through her even as she cried and begged for him to stop.

Her mind was a frenzy of contradictions, loving the feel of being taken on the ground, hating the thought of being ****, disgusted by the filthy old pervert who was using her sweet body, and confused by her body's response. She found herself moaning and grunting as he thrust into her helpless body, wanting him to stop but also wanting the pleasure she was feeling to continue.

"Stop, oh god.....fuck...oh god so deep....please....stop.....oh fuck me.... no... no....stop....don't....fuck me....oh god.....oh god....." she babbled into the grass, tears running down her cheeks as her body quivered with shame and pleasure.