AUTHOR	Brokn Angyl
DATE ADDED	6th October 2002
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	M/f, rape, n/c

Chrystie Hartzman could feel the eyes of her admirer lingering on her ass when she bent over to peer into their mailbox. There had been some construction workers at the neighbor's house for almost a week now, and she couldn't help but notice the way one of those men was constantly leering at her while she sunbathed near her pool, or even as she browsed her book on the front porch. He didn't try to hide his interest in her, and Chrystie was just eating it up. She would remember to wear her slinky bathing suit, or a low cut halter top when he was working, his attention was more than welcome. She hadn't had a boyfriend in months, even though she was an attractive girl. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back in a loose knot, little spikes of hair sneaking away from the tie. She had pale blue eyes, and a pouty little mouth, and a natural blush to her cheeks that gave her a healthy look of innocence. Extremely long, slender legs held up a round little ass that melted into a narrow waist, and soft 34c tits.
The sun was starting to go down, as she sauntered back up her driveway, she knew the workers would be packing up to go home for the night soon. Chrystie bounded up the stairs on her porch, and in the front door, plopping down on her couch and flicking on the television. Her parents were out for the night, away at a business dinner. She threw off her shoes and laid back on the couch, browsing the television stations. Her eyelids were beginning to drop, and she was starting to doze off when she heard a knock on the front door.

Jumping up from the couch, she turned down the volume on the TV set for a moment, listening to be sure there was someone there. She checked the clock, and it was nearly 10pm, but, as if on cue, another knock came from the front door. Unlocking the latch, Chrystie pulled the door open slowly, peering through the screen. On the other side, stood the man from across the street, dirty from work, his built arms and shoulders leathery with sunburn.

"Can I help you?" she stammered, a little confused, but intrigued by the man standing on the other side of the door. He flashed her a shy smile, his gray eyes meeting hers through the screen door.

"I know this is a little strange... but this is our last day working across the street... and.. uh... I've been watching you, and I can't help but notice that you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I was hoping, well, maybe we could talk for a little... I just can't pass this up..." he cleared his throat, and shifted his weight, looking a little uneasy.

"I don't know if I should do that, my parents aren't here, and they wouldn't appreciate me inviting someone in that I don't even know...." Chrystie hesitated, her hand still on the handle of the screen door, contemplating.

"I understand. I was just hoping maybe we could chat for a while, or something. I'm harmless, really. Couldn't hurt a fly." he flashed her that charming smile again.

"Well, maybe just for a couple minutes, it wouldn't hurt. " she couldn't get over what an incredible smile he had, she flicked off the lock from the screen door, and opened it for him, moving back to let him step in. "What's your name?"

"Matt, and yours?"

"I'm Chrystie. Can I get you something to drink, maybe?" she turned towards the kitchen, a little nervous. She hadn't realized how good looking he was until now, he appeared to be quite a bit older than her, but he still had an incredible body, and that smile could make her melt. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look at him, jumping slightly from shock.

"I don't need anything to drink, there are other things that are much more appealing to me right now." his hand cupped her cheek and he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting out to graze her pouty little lips. He pulled the clip from her hair, letting it cascade down her back. Holding her against his body, he slid his free hand down her stomach, under the waist of her jeans. Pulling away from him, Chrystie broke their kiss.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's not do this, I don't even know you. Let me get you something to drink." she started to move away from him, but he kept his hold on her waist.

"C'mon now, baby. I don't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing." he winked, sliding his hand further down her pants. Feeling the silky material of her panties, he pushed it up against her lips, working it against her clit. Chrystie started to wiggle away from him, putting her hands on his chest.

"Matt.. please don't do this, I really don't want this. I don't even know you." she started to beg, sounding worried now. Without a moments hesitation, Matt grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his crotch.

"Do you see what you're doing to me, baby? You can't just leave me like this. Why don't you lighten up a little bit, you know you want to play with it."

"Okay, let me go, asshole!" she struggled with him, but he kept his hold on her, a flash of anger in his eyes. He raised his right hand, bringing it down across her cheek.

"Who the hell do you think you are, you little slut?" his rage became very apparent in his voice. Chrystie's jaw dropped in shock, her hand lifting to her burning cheek. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her to the floor, dropping her hard onto her knees. Unzipping his fly, he pushed his dirty jeans down to the floor, his cock springing up past his navel.

"What are you doing?" Chrystie shrieked, his hand tangled tightly in her hair. Matt's free hand moved down to his dick, bending it towards her lips, the tip of it pressed against her mouth, which was pursed tightly shut.

"Open your mouth, cunt!" he yanked her hair hard, causing her to yelp, and he thrust his dick into her mouth, forcing it all the way back into her throat. He felt her gag around his cock, tears welling up in her pretty blue eyes. Dragging her back up the length of his shaft by her hair, he began to smile. Tears trickled down her cheeks as Chrystie gagged on the huge cock in her throat.

"You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my rod, baby. Suck it good for me." he cooed. His free hand wandered down to squeeze his balls as he guided her roughly up and down his dick. She choked harder and he began to fuck her face, slamming his cock down her throat. He pulled out rapidly and squirted his load all over her mouth, a bit dripped down her chin and onto her chest.

"Eat it." he smiled, victory flickering in those gray eyes. She didn't hesitate a moment, still in shock, and petrified of what might happen if she didn't do what she was told. Chrystie used her hands to scoop the cum from her chest and face, sucking the goo from her fingers. Matt promptly untied her top, sliding it from her braless chest. He grabbed them hard, pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Those pretty pink nipples hardened at his touch, despite his rough manner, poking up from her round tits.

Matt grabbed Chrystie by her waist, and tossed her face first into the couch, yanking her little shorts from her limp body. He admired her ass, and pushed two fingers into her cunt, his other hand rubbing over those firm little buttcheeks.

"Aw, you're a virgin, that's so hot, baby. But, this is way too dry to work with. Let's fix that, darlin'." he knelt behind her, pressing her face against the back of the couch and began to lick at her clit. His tongue swirled around the little nodule, and her body responded, against her will. His fingers started to slide in and out with ease, her juices trickling out into her slit. "Mmm. That's better."

Standing up behind her, Matt removed his fingers. He pressed the head of his cock against her clit and worked it up and down her slit, never penetrating. His dick began to harden, pointing up towards his chin, and he rocked up and down her cunt, covering his cock in her wetness. She braced herself, waiting for him to push it up inside of her virgin pussy, but he didn't.

Instead, he pulled her asscheeks apart, and before Chrystie realized what was going on he rammed all of his cock into her tight little rosebud. She let out a scream, and he shoved her face into the cushions, grunting as he slammed his cock into her. After a few minutes, which felt like forever to Chrystie, he pulled it out, and guided it all the way into her twat. Pumping her hard, as tears poured down her cheeks, he squirted his load into her tight little cunny.

Matt pulled out and zipped his pants, admiring the cum dripping out of her pretty cunt, and the little broken girl crying on the couch. He threw her clothes at her from the floor and walked towards the door.

"That will teach you to prance around like a little whore. I'll be seeing you around, Chrystie." he flashed that charming smile, and walked out, shutting the door behind him. Chrystie pulled her clothes on and curled up on the couch, crying herself to sleep.

She woke in the morning to hear a familiar banging of hammers. Confused, she slipped off the couch, and wandered into the kitchen, peering out the back window.

"Morning, honey." her mother said, not looking up from her newspaper. "Your father and I were so impressed with what a nice job the men did across the street, that we decided to have a new roof put on."

Chrystie's eyes widened with fear, as she looked towards the garage, to see Matt waving at her, a broad smile on his face.

 

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