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Subject: {ASSM} The Man Next Door (Mf,nc,rape,humiliation) Part One
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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.
Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@h...
All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
The Man Next Door
Part One
By
Norm DePloom@h...
Back a long time ago, when I had just turned fourteen, I had a, well shall
we say, interesting experience with the man who lived next door to my
parents. I was a freshman in high school and got home about an hour before
my little brother and almost two hours before my parents. I remember the
day it all started. It was a warm spring day. One of those strange days
where there is still patches of snow on the ground, and it's chilly in the
shade but nice and warm in the sun. One of those days where you can really
enjoy the warmth of the sun because the slight chill in the are keeps you
from getting too hot.
When I got home I decided to put on my new two piece bathing suit and lay on
the chase lounge out in the back yard. I took a book out with me, one I had
stolen from my parents bottom dresser drawer. It was called 'The Story of
O' and from the very first page I was caught up in the things they were
doing to O in that castle her boy friend took her to.
After laying in the warm sun and reading for awhile I slipped my hand down
inside my swim suite bottoms and, after playing with my pubic hair for a few
minutes ran my finger up and down my wet cunt lips. I couldn't believe how
wet I was. My fingers slipped over my hot wet flesh with ease. I gently
rubbed my clit until it throbbed then sank my finger gently into my wet
pussy. Back then I never would have thought of it as my pussy, or my cunt.
If forced I probably would have just said 'down there'.
They sure did refer it as her pussy and cunt in the book though. I just got
to the part where they examined her and the man wanted to fuck her up the
ass. In all of my fourteen years I'd never dreamed of anybody wanting to do
that. I had a sort of 'eww yuck' and 'oh my god' feeling combined. I
looked around the backyard then gave into the desire and pulled my swimsuit
off. I loved the deliciously 'naughty' feeling of being naked in the back
yard, the warm sun on my skin, the cool air making my nipples hard and my
finger plunging into my wet cunt faster and faster as I read about the men
taking turns fucking O's ass.
I came over and over as I read the book. I had only been 'doing it' to
myself for a few months, but had learned to cum quietly since my brother's
room and parent's room were right beside mine. I don't remember how many
times I came before I decided I'd better get dressed and put the book away.
As I went into the kitchen and looked around for a snack I decided I would
definitely read more of 'The Story of O' the next day. I did it three times
in bed that night before I finally fell asleep. Each time I came I'd relax
and start to go to sleep when the image of O tied up and being fucked would
come into my mind and I'd start fingering myself again.
My friends and my teachers asked me if something was wrong the next day. I
guess I had a 'faraway' look about me. I couldn't stop thinking about that
book and what they were doing to that woman. By lunchtime I had to take my
panties off because they were so wet. I stuck them in the bottom of my
backpack. I had never gone without panties before and the feel of cool
spring air stirring around my upper thighs and cunt was strange and
delightful.
I almost ran home wanting to get the book and finger my wet cunt while I
read more of O's domination and humiliation. I paused on the front porch to
get the mail from the mailbox and froze in my tracks. There was an envelope
with my name typed on it. There was no return address and no stamp on the
envelope. A terrible premonition flowed over and through me. I just new
this was going to be something horrible. I went into the house and set the
rest of the mail on the hall table. I tore open the envelope that had my
name on it. Inside were three pictures, the first showed me on the chase
lounge, I was naked and left hand was in my crotch while my right hand held
the book. The next picture was closer and you could see the title of the
book 'The Story of O'. It also showed a little more detail of my crotch
area. The last picture was a close up of my left hand, you could clearly
see my finger pushing into my cunt.
There was a piece of paper with the pictures. I unfolded the paper.
Lettered in neat block letters it said 'I think you'd better come over and
talk about this.' I collapsed onto the chair beside the hall table. Oh
god, I said to myself, I can't go over there. He's seen me. He watched me.
I can never let myself be seen by him again...ever. I decided I'd just
pretend not to have seen them, I'd be a really good girl from now on and
maybe he'd forget about it. I stood up and then almost jumped out of my
skin when the phone rang.
I looked at the phone with malicious hate for a long time, maybe four or
five rings, before I finally picked it up. "Hello" I said with a quavering
voice.
"I really think you'd better come over hear and talk about this." His voice
was deep, and would have been sexy if I hadn't been scared out of my wits.
He paused for a moment then continued "You've got to help me decide what to
do with these pictures." I moaned.
"Oh god", a whisper was all I could get out, "won't you burn them?" I asked
a little louder.
"You come over here, right now, and we'll discuss it." There was a moment
of dead silence before he continued. "If you're not here within two minutes
I'll make sure your parents get copies of the pictures.
"Please," I whispered desperately, "don't do that." I begged. "I couldn't
stand it."
"Then you'd better get that cute little ass of yours over here." He said,
then I heard the click followed by a dead line. I hung up the phone then
sat there with tears running down my cheeks. I don't remember walking over
to the next door neighbors house I just remember suddenly standing in front
of him as he stepped out of the way and invited me into his front room.
He was a nice looking man. He seemed to be a little older than my dad. The
house was neat, and clean, there was nothing obviously threatening about
him, or it. He indicated that I should sit on the couch, then asked me if I
wanted a drink. I said no, and sat down on the couch. In front of me, on
the coffee table were about forty pictures of me. In some of them I had my
bathing suite on and had not started 'doing' myself yet, but most of them
were of me naked with my finger fully inserted inside my wet cunt.
He sat down beside me on the couch, I moved a few inches away from him. He
began to look through the pictures. After a minute he held one out towards
me.
"I think this one is my favorite." He told me. The picture he showed me
must have been taken during my third, and final, orgasm, My legs were
spread and my knees pulled up. I could see my fingers pumping in and out of
my cunt so fast they even blurred a bit on the film. My head was thrown
back and my mouth was open. I had dropped the book and my right hand was
kneading my tits and nipples. I could feel my face turning red and burning
with shame and humiliation. He reached out with the tip of his finger and
touched my left breast in the picture. My body jerked when I saw him do
that. I stood up and straightened my skirt.
"I've...ah...I've got to go home." I told him with a shaky voice. He
grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down on the couch.
"Don't you want to know what you are going to do to get these back?" He
asked me without releasing my wrist.
"No." I said as I shook my head. Tears were streaming sown my cheeks.
"Well, my little back yard slut, I'm going to tell you anyway." My body
jerked again when he called me a slut. I had always been fascinated by that
word.
"For the next month, -" he announced with no hesitation, "- you will come
over here after school and allow me to fuck you as much as I want for an
hour. I began to tremble with fear, shame and humiliation.
"I...I...can't...do...that." I stammered through my sobs.
"Oh yes you can." He said. Then he stood up and opened his door. "I won't
touch you today." He told me. "But, if you are not over here five minutes
after you get home from school. Ready to obey me and do as you are told."
He paused to grin at me and a chill ran down my spine from the coldness of
the smile. "If you aren't," he warned, "by eight o'clock the next morning
these pictures will be on every bulletin board at your school and in your
parent's hands." I was in shock, I could not believe that somebody would
really do that.
"Now go home, read some more of 'The Story of O' and finger-fuck yourself
crazy." He instructed as he pushed me out the door and closed it behind me.
As I stood on his front porch in a daze I realized that I was still hanging
on to the picture he had identified as his 'favorite'. I stared at the
picture of me fucking myself while I walked back home.
I, in a state of defiance, did not read more of 'The Story of O' that
afternoon. Nor did I 'fuck myself crazy'. I did my work around the house
and tried to deny that my cunt was so wet it was oozing down my thighs. I
went to bed, got up and went to school, then walked home, telling myself
that I was not going to go over to that man's house. I kept telling myself
I was not going to give into him. After I put the day's mail on the hall
table, I decided that I needed to go over to his house and explain to him
why I would not be coming over.
I knocked on his door, rehearsing what I was going to say to him to try to
get him to give me the pictures without making me do anything for them. He
opened the door. I stood on the porch, I had decided that I would make my
appeal from his porch instead of from inside his house. He pulled me into
his front room then closed the door behind me. I remember hearing the lock
being turned, but it really made no impression on me at the time.
As I continued with my detailed explanation of why I could not do what he
wanted, and why he should give me the pictures anyway, the man sat me on the
couch and began to unbutton my blouse. I really did not realize he was
undressing me until I felt his hands on my bare breasts. I jumped in
surprise then tried to pull away.
"No," I yelled at him, and then stood up and tried to hold my blouse shut
while I walked to the door. He picked me up like I was a ten-pound bag of
potatoes and tossed me over his shoulder. I screamed and yelled at him, I
hit his back with my fists while he carried me into his bedroom. God I was
scared, I realized that he was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not.
I was about to get raped. He tossed me onto his bed then began to pull at
my clothes. I could hear my clothes ripping as my screams turned into
begging.
"Please don't do this." I begged between chest heaving sobs. "Oh god, please
let me go." By blouse and bra were gone, he pushed me down on the bed on my
back and easily held me there with one hand while he ripped off my skirt. I
scratched at his arm as the skirt tore revealing my panty-less crotch. I
had really enjoyed going without panties the day before and had done it
again today. I had forgotten about that when I came over to talk to him.
I can't really explain it but my embarrassment and humiliation skyrocketed,
here I was trying to tell him I couldn't let him do this, begging him not to
and then he discovers I'm not even wearing panties. I could see that
knowing grin on his face. I could almost hear him thinking 'slut' as he
looked at my crotch. I continued to fight, and to beg him not to do it, but
somehow it just wasn't the same after he new I came over without panties on.
By this time I was naked on his bed. He was holding me down with one hand
on my throat and had pushed his body between my thighs. He leaned over and
sucked on my nipples. It felt like an electric shock ran through my body.
I had often pinched and played with my own nipples, but this, this was
entirely different. I almost stopped begging him not to do this to me when
he started sucking on them. I had been ignoring the wetness in my cunt
through all of this but as soon as his lips touched my nipple I practically
gushed from my cunt.
While he sucked on my nipples his other hand slipped between my legs. As
soon as his fingers felt my sopping wet cunt his sucking stopped and he
lifted his head and stared at me until I blushed and turned my face away.
He pushed a finger completely into my cunt with no resistance. Then, as he
worked the finger in and out of me, he began sucking on my nipples again.
"Please," I said making one last attempt to get him to stop, "don't do
this." But it sounded unconvincing, even to me. He stopped sucking on my
nipples and looked up at me. I turned my face away, feeling it burn with
embarrassment.
"Look at me." He demanded as he continued fucking his finger in and out of
my willing cunt. Refused to look at him. He can fuck me, I thought, he can
even make me like it, but he cannot make me look at him.
"OOUCH, OH GOD." I screamed as he suddenly bit down hard on my left nipple.
"I said look at me, bitch." He hissed at me. I turned and looked at him,
not wanting my throbbing nipple to be bit again. I don't remember when he
took his clothes off, all I remember is his tearing mine off and discovering
how wet my traitor of a cunt was, but I looked down past his face and could
see his hard cock hovering over my crotch. It twitched menacingly as his
finger still pumped in and out of me. It looked huge. My fear increased.
"Oh god no," I begged again. "Don't, do it. You're going to hurt me."
Then he said the words I'll never forget.
"I hope so." He said with the most evil grin on his face that I have ever
seen. I can't remember if I screamed or not but I heard his laughter. "The
little slut bitch is afraid I'm going to hurt her." he said through his
laughter. My body began to tremble in terror. God please, I begged
silently, don't let this happen, don't let him hurt me.
His laughter died down. This whole time his finger never stopped moving in
my cunt, His thumb never stopped moving over my swollen clit. I realized
that I was humping my hips against his hand trying to force his finger
deeper into me, trying to push my clit harder against his thumb. I looked
away as my face burned with additional humiliation. My body was betraying
me. I felt a sharp stinging on my cheek and my head jerked.
"I said look at me, slut." he yelled at me. I looked at him. I tried to
look at him without looking directly into his eyes, but I couldn't.
"My little rape slut begs me not to fuck her, but her cunt is soaking the
bed and her hips are fucking against my hand." He said staring directly into
my eyes. I felt a familiar wave of pleasure begin to crash over my body.
"Look at the whore cuming." He said to no one in general. "and I haven't
even gotten my cock into her yet." He laughed at me as he pulled his finger
from my cunt and pushed it into my mouth.
I had never tasted myself before. I felt like I should turn away, try to
avoid the finger. If I was really a good girl I would, wouldn't I? I could
feel his cockhead hovering just above my open wet cunt entrance as I licked
and sucked on his finger. He leaned down and whispered into my ear.
"You, my fine little bitch, are a slut and a whore. Only a slut would
finger-fuck herself where other's could see her." I could feel his cockhead
beginning to push on my cunt lips, separating them. "And only a dirty
little whore would come over here without panties on and fuck herself on her
rapists hand." My body was trembling, not from fear, but from the effort I
was making not to through my hips up and impale myself on his cock.
"Now you are going to be my little fuck toy for awhile." His cock slipped
deeper into me. My cunt was being stretched so much that I was afraid it
was going to rip just like my clothes had. Nothing bigger than a finger had
been up there before, and his cock was much bigger than a finger. I moaned
as his cock shaft drug along my clit.
"I'm going to show you just how much of a fucking little slut you are. " he
grinned at me as his cock continued to sink into my cunt. It felt like it
would continue to sink into me forever. "I'm going to rape you and I'm
going to force you to like it." I shook my head 'no' but, as his cock 'hit
bottom' in my cunt I new I was going to be cuming and humping my cunt on his
cock like the little slut he said I was before much longer.
He held his cock deep inside my stretched cunt while he bent his head down
and sucked on my nipples again. My body trembled harder and harder with my
effort to not be a 'rape slut' and fuck myself crazy on the hard rod of
flesh tormenting my cunt with new, never before experienced, pleasure.
After holding out for what seemed like and hour, but was, if the truth be
known, probably closer to thirty seconds, I screamed in total surrender and
began humping my hips up against his strong body. I did in fact 'fuck
myself crazy' on his large hard cock.
I also cried. I wept and sobbed as I fucked myself on him. I cried because
I didn't want to be a 'rape slut' or a 'whore' I wanted to be a good girl,
but my body was betraying me. He released my nipples and reached back and,
after grabbing my ankles, pushed my legs apart and up until my knees were
almost beside my ears. It started hurting, and I begged him not to push
them any further, but he pushed some more adding to my crying, and my
begging.
As he held my ankles, he pulled his cock back out of my cunt and I had a
sudden very unpleasant feeling of emptiness. I could hear myself moaning
and I almost begged him to push it back in. I needn't have worried. He
pulled it almost all the way out then, after pausing for a second pushed it
back in with such force that my body moved almost an inch up the bed.
"OH GOD!" I screamed. His body hit against my clit and smashed it against
my pubic bone. I could almost hear my cunt saying 'yes, yes, yes, yes fuck
me hard', but my mind was still saying 'no, no, no don't make me do this'.
"Oh yes," he said as he pulled his cock out and slammed it back into me
again. "My lil rape toy has such tight hot cunt." He pulled his cock out
and slammed it back in again, my head hit against the headboard.
"If your cunt is this hot and tight, slut" he said to me as he slammed into
me again, "I can't wait to get my cock inside you tight virgin little
asshole." I remember moaning half in fear and half in building pleasure
from having his cock slam into my cunt repeatedly.
"Hold your legs just like this." He instructed me as he continued pounding
in and out of my pussy. I hooked my hands under my knees and held my legs
up and apart like he had been doing. As he repeatedly slammed into me,
smashing my clit and stretching my cunt, I pulled my legs even further apart
and closer to my ears. My breathing was getting heavy and labored. I could
feel a cum coming. I still didn't want him to know (like I could really
fool him) and I was struggling not to have the orgasm. He reached over to
the bedside table and picked up a ping pong paddle. Then he buried his cock
deep inside my spasming cunt.
"Let go of your legs and grab onto the headboard." He ordered. I did as I
was told. His body held my legs spread open. He held his cock deep inside
me. I wondered what was going to happen next. I found out when the paddle
slammed down on my right breast. I screamed and my cunt began to spasm as I
came at the same time. He waited while my scream, and my cunt spasms,
died down.
"My lil rape toy likes pain." He observed then slammed the paddle down on my
left breast. I screamed again. He was hitting my tits hard, and it hurt.
This was not a 'game' he was hurting me, and making me cum at the same time.
I didn't even know it was possible.
"Oh god am I going to have fun with my lil pain loving rape slut." he said
with a gleeful smile as he slammed the paddle down on my right tit again.
"Please," I begged him between sobs, and cum spasms, "don't hit me again."
The forth blow came just as I finished saying 'again'. My whole body
jerked, it felt like I was dancing while impaled on a huge pole. I cried
out and begged him again "Oh god please I can't take any more." I was
sobbing, tears were rolling down my cheeks, but despite the pain (or maybe
because of it) my hips were jerking and humping on his huge hard cock. The
paddle came down one last time on my left tit again, then he tossed it to
the side.
"Now," he announced, looking down at my tear stained face. "It's time to get
down to some serious fucking." He picked me up by my hips, my back arched
so my shoulders and head were still on the bed. I never would have guessed
he was that strong, but he began to move his hips back and forward and, at
the same time moved my body on and off his hard cock.
"OH GOD YES," he yelled, "IT'S TIME TO SLAM FUCK MY NEW LIL RAPE SLUT." The
position he was holding me in caused his cock to hit a spot inside of me
that drove me into a series of non stop cums that blurred everything that
happened after that. All I remember was being fucked by that man and his
huge cock for what seemed like hours, that and cuming over and over until I
seemed to be in some kind of 'cum daze'.
I have vague memories of yelling things like 'yes, I'm your rape toy', 'god
fuck me harder', 'yes, I'm your slut'. I also remember screaming and
crying. Screaming from the nonstop cums, and crying from the nonstop cums.
By the time he was done, and had filled my cunt with its first load of cum,
I was lying on the bed, shaking my head back and forth and chanting
'OHGODOHGODOHGODOHOGOD' over and over.
He got off the bed and walked from the room leaving me lying on the bed,
naked and ashamed. Even as I curled into the fetal position and sobbed I
could feel his cum oozing from my still buzzing cunt. I cried and cried
thinking about how much of a slut I'd just been. Every time my sobs would
slow down I'd get this image in my mind of me humping myself on his hard
cock and screaming for him to 'fuck his slut harder' and I'd be off on
another round of sobs.
I really did not want to be a slut, and I hated the fact that this man could
force me to be one. Not only could he force me to fuck him to get the
pictures, but now I realized that he could force me to like it. He came
back into the bedroom, I turned on the bed and rolled myself into as small a
ball as possible, as far away from him as I could get.
"Turn over, slut." he ordered me as he slapped me on the butt, hard.
"Ouch!" I yelled as I rubbed the spot he had hit, then I rolled over on my
back. He held out a can of cola, it was inviting and I desperately wanted
to take a drink of it, but I shook my head and rolled back over away from
him. The next slap on my butt came from the ping pong paddle he had used on
my breasts. He didn't have to repeat his command, I rolled back over and
when he held out the cola I took it and sucked almost all of it down in one
drink.
"Lean up against the head board," he ordered, "and spread your legs." He
was still holding onto the paddle, and there were far too many vulnerable
places on my naked body so I did as I was told. Still holding the cola can
in my left hand I used my elbows to move my self up until I could lean
against the headboard. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I
spread my legs open. I could also feel my nipples growing hard. Inwardly
I begged my body not to betray me again, but it did no good. Not only did
my nipples grow visibly, but my cunt began to flow again.
The longer he stared at my naked body the shallower and faster I breathed,
the harder my nipples got, the wetter my cunt became and the redder my face
grew. I wanted to look away, to put my hand over my crotch so he wouldn't
see the growing wetness, so he would not know how right he was when he
called me a rape slut. But I was torn, it was only my body that was a rape
slut, not my mind. I hated this. I did not want my body to react to this
treatment. The more I tried to will my body not to react the hotter my body
became until my hips started their own little circular humping motions
against the mattress.
"So my little slut wants to fuck again." That terrifying, and exciting, evil
grin spread across his face, and I could see his cock growing before my
eyes. That, I had to admit was fascinating. I'd never seen a cock getting
bigger and harder before. As I watched with open-eyed wonder he reached
down and stroked his own cock a few times until it was once again hard, and
standing straight out from his pubic hair.
"Come here." He ordered gruffly as he continued stroking his hard cock. I
put the coke down on the nightstand and crawled over to him. He pulled me
off the bed then sat on the edge of the mattress with me standing between
his legs. The combination of physical excitement and mental agony built as
he ran his hands over every inch of my body. I felt dirty and possessed at
the same time. Every where his hands roamed, my skin felt like it was on
fire.
"Down on your knees, bitch." He ordered as he pulled downward on my arms. I
knelt between his legs and found his huge hard cock pointing right at my
face. "It's time for my lil whore bitch to learn how to suck a cock." I
started shaking my head 'no' and trying to pull away from him. No way was I
going to put that in my mouth. He could do whatever he wanted to with the
pictures, that cock was not going into my mouth.
I clamped my jaw shut, shook my head 'no' repeatedly and struggled to get
out of his grip. He shifted one of his hands to my hair and pulled my head
back with a handful of it. I kept my mouth clamped shut, but I stopped
shaking my head. I looked at him and stopped struggling, what I saw scared
me. He was grinning at me, and his cock was pulsing with his excitement. I
suddenly realized that he loved it when I tried to fight him off.
Even with the realization that I was doing exactly what he wanted, I could
not stop fighting. My on self respect required me to do my best to keep his
dirty cock out of my mouth. Even thought I new I would eventually loose, I
still had to fight.
"Your are truly a rape slut." He said with a tone almost of awe. "You even
want your mouth raped instead of just sucking my cock like a good little
slut bitch." As he talked he held me by my hair with one hand and pinched
my nipples with the other. Then he slipped his hand between my legs and
grinned when he felt how wet my cunt was.
"Yes, lil slut, were going to get along just fine. You love to be raped and
I love to rape lil fuck toys." Without warning he used my hair to pull me
down over his naked legs, I could feel his hard cock against my side. Still
holding my by the hair, he felt behind himself until he found the paddle.
"Now," He continued once he had the paddle in his hand. "Here is how this is
going to work." He stopped to rub the paddle over my exposed butt. "I'm
going to start paddling this little butt of yours." He gave my butt a pinch
that made me jump. "Then, when you're worn out from being paddled and
crying, I'm going to turn you over and fuck your mouth." My renewed
struggle, and my scream of 'no' started with the first slam of his paddle
against my left butt cheek.
As he repeatedly slammed the paddle down on my butt cheeks I screamed, I
yelled, I cried, I struggled, I kicked my legs up trying to get away, and, I
came, repeatedly. I was embarrassed and humiliated that my body would get
pleasure from all of this pain. I don't remember how long he spanked me,
but finally, just as he had predicted I was totally worn out. He stopped
paddling me and stood up. I fell onto the floor in an exhausted heap. I
did not resist at all as he pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed.
He turned me over onto my back, then pulled me toward the edge of the bed
until my head was hanging over. I had no fight left, and when he pushed his
cock into my mouth I did not resist. He sucked on my nipples then used both
hands to finger my cunt and clit as he pushed his cock through my mouth and
down my throat.
When I felt my air being cut off I finally started struggling. He pulled
his cock back out far enough to allow me to get a breath of air then pushed
it back in. Despite my exhaustion I could feel my cunt clamping down on his
fingers as his cock fucked in and out of my throat. Every time he pulled
his cock out of my mouth I would choke and sputter and suck air into my
lungs. Even in this position, my head upside down, my forehead getting
repeatedly slapped by his big heavy balls and my throat gagging and
convulsing every time his cock slid into it, I still noticed my hips
beginning to hump my cunt on his invading fingers.
Tears of shame and humiliation rolled down my cheeks. He was right, I was
getting my mouth unmercifully raped and I was on the verge of cuming. Then
I did cum, humping my cunt against his hand so hard I was sure my cunt would
be bruised the next day. He seemed to like my moaning with his cock jammed
into my throat.
"Oh god that's good." He said after one particularly long and loud moan
vibrated up the length of his throat fucking cock. Just as my orgasm ended
and my body relaxed he pulled his cock from my mouth and spewed his hot
sticky cum all over my face. He immediately pulled me to my feet and made
me stand naked in front of him. My whole body was shaking and twitching.
He got out a huge rubber cock and handed it to me with my clothes.
"Take this with you." He stated in a very matter-of-fact voice. "Tonight
you will not shower, bathe, or in any way wash the cum from your face or
your cunt." He instructed me. I blushed more deeply at the thought of
running around with my parents all night with his dried cum on my face.
"When it's time to go to bed," he continued, "leave your curtains open and
your blind up. Leave your light on." He gently stroked my breasts stomach
hips and thighs while he talked. "You will get undressed in front of the
window and when you are naked you will lay on the bed, spread your legs wide
and fuck yourself with this rubber cock."
"No..." was all I said, shaking my head, before he had rushed me out of his
house and closed the door, leaving me standing naked on his front porch. I
quickly put on my ripped clothing and, holding it together as best I could,
walked back over to my parents house.
When I got home I went into the bathroom, intending to disobey him and wash
his drying cum from my body. Instead I took off my clothes and stood naked
in front of the full-length mirror. The cum on my face had not yet dried
completely and shown in the bathroom light. My crotch, all around my cunt
and clear down onto my thighs glistened with his, and my, sex fluids.
I searched my image in the mirror, trying to identify exactly what it was
that was different about me now than before. Other than the afore mentioned
glistening cum, messed up hair that could only be described as having a
'just fucked' look and a bright red butt from the spanking I could see
nothing different. I picked up my brush and began to straighten my hair,
unconsciously being careful not to rub the cum from my face.
As I brushed a gob of his cum through my hair my only thought was 'I wonder
if it will give my hair more body?'. I felt like I was a little disjointed,
kind of separated from my body. It was my body, I rationalized, not me that
enjoyed getting fucked. It was only my body that humped itself against his
hand.
O could feel the drying cum on my face and on my thighs tighten my skin as
it dried. I put on fresh clothes then hurried to catch up on my work and
get things ready for dinner. By the time my parents got home everything was
ready for them and we sat down at the table to eat dinner.
Every time one of my parents looked at me I expected them to suddenly stop
eating and ask me why I had dried cum on my face. Once, when my father
paused with a fork full of food half way to his mouth and looked at me a
little closer than usual, my brain took off on its own. Suddenly I was in
the middle of a fantasy where my dad asked me just that, then made me stand
in front of him and lift my skirt while I spread my legs so he could examine
me to see if I'd been a slut.
"Did you finish your homework?" I stared at him for what felt like forever
before I realized that he had asked me about my homework and not about the
cum still drying between my legs.
"Yes, all except Algebra, I'll get that done after dishes." I answered then
decided that my brain was not old enough to be allowed out on its own like
that. For the rest of dinner though, I could not get the image of me
standing in front of my daddy holding my skirt up while he examined me, from
my mind. It caused me to get wetter than ever. Each time my mind went
through it the examination got more intimate.
The first image had just been of him looking at me, but the next time I
imagined him pulling my thighs apart to get a better look. As hard as I
tried I could not keep from thinking about that image over and over while we
ate. The next time it popped into my mind he was spreading my cunt open
with his fingers.
I desperately wanted to run to my room, but it was my night to help with the
dishes. My mom washed and my dad dried with me cleaning off the table and
sweeping the floor. My awareness must have been heightened by my
afternoon's experience. I'd always been aware of my parent's love for
touching each other, but tonight I suddenly realized the sexual nature of
those touches.
The stood side by side with their bodies touching. My dad would hold his
arms so that they would rub against my mom's tits every time he reached for
something. Once, when my mom thought I wasn't looking I actually saw her
give my dads cock a firm squeeze through his trousers. I took the trash
out and when I came back in they were kissing. Not just kissing, mom was
rubbing her crotch in small circles around the bulge I was suddenly aware of
in my dad's pants.
"Hey you guys," I said jokingly, "no necking until the dishes are done."
They broke off their kiss and went back to work laughing at being caught. I
left them to their dish washing, genital grouping and went to my room.
While I finished my homework I gently felt my wet cunt with my left hand.
Every few minutes I would stare off into space and think about those images
of my daddy inspecting my cunt, or chuckle about how my parents had managed
to be sexual with each other all these years without me noticing. Just as I
finished my homework and slammed my Algebra book closed my mom knocked
gently on the door then came into my room.
"Is everything ok?" she asked as she sat on the edge of my bed.
"Every things fine mom." I had pulled my hand out from under my skirt as
soon as I heard the knock, and was now trying to wipe my finger off without
being too obvious about it.
"You seemed to be a little distracted at dinner." She stated looking at me
with her gentle eyes. I almost blurted out to her everything that had
happened since yesterday.
"It's just the homework, I was worried about." I lied, and I immediately
felt guilty about lying. Mom got up and started to leave the room then
stopped at the door and turned back around.
"You going to shower tonight, dear?" she asked.
"Ah...no, mom, I think I'll take my shower in the morning before I go to
school." Mom smiled at me.
"Some fella at school you're trying to impress?" she asked with a joking
raise of just her right eyebrow.
"Yea, ah...something like that mom." She left and I pushed the door shut
then laid on my stomach and cried. Maybe I should have told her everything
I thought, but I just couldn't bear to see the disappointment in her eyes if
I told her what was really going on. All evening I had been telling myself
that I would not strip in front of an open window, and I would not fuck
myself with that obscene rubber cock. But, just like earlier in the
bathroom, when bedtime came around I closed my bedroom door then, after
pushing a chair up against it opened the curtain and window blind.
With the light on I could not see anything except my own reflection in the
dark glass. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse then let it slip down my arms and
fall to the floor. The reflection was poor enough that I could not see the
red spreading over my face, but I could feel lit. I unhooked my bra and let
it fall to the floor. I stood and looked at my breasts in the dark glass.
I could see my nipples growing hard.
As I took off my skirt I pictured him at his window watching me with a pair
of binoculars. I had to admit the idea of being watched like this started
to turn me on. I ran my hands over my breasts then down my stomach and into
my crotch. I could feel the wetness all down the insides of my thighs. I
had never imagined that I could produce this much fluid. I opened my top
drawer and took out the large rubber cock that I had hidden under my cotton
panties.
I lay down on the bed, just like he had told me to, and spread my legs. I
had entered what I would come to call the 'slut zone' where my brain
disconnected and my body did all those things that made it feel good. As I
rubbed the head of the rubber cock up and down my cunt lips my brain went
back out on its own again. I was overwhelmed by images of my daddy
inspecting his lil girl ever more thoroughly, and at the same time images of
the man next door watching me while he stroked his large hard cock.
As I pushed the cock into my wet, open cunt I reached up with my other hand
and ran my fingers over the part of my face that still had his dried cum on
it. I
felt like I had been branded. It amazed me that no one else had been able
to see his brand on my face. I began to fuck the rubber cock in and out of
myself as I pinched my nipples and wallowed in my dual fantasies of being
watched by the man next door and being inspected by my daddy.
By this time my daddy's inspection had reached the point in my fantasy that
he was using his fingers to feel my cunt and clit. In my head he told me
what a cute lil cunt I had and how he liked to look at it and to touch it.
I reached down and stroked my clit with my other hand as I continued fucking
the robber cock in and out of me with growing intensity.
I pretended that the fingers touching my clit belonged to my daddy. I
started cuming as soon as I pretended my Daddy was touching me. I could
almost feel him laying beside me, stroking my clit and whispering in my ear
telling how nice and juicy my cunt is.
Each time I came it seemed to only add to my excitement instead of
satisfying it. I came over and over. Slowly the man next door slipped into
the back ground as I imagined my daddy doing nastier and nastier things to
me and to my cunt. Finally I came so hard I thought I would pass out when,
in my mind, my daddy was finally climbing on top of me and pushing his cock
into the place where the neighbors had been.
When the excitement of the orgasm passed, I turned out the light, pulled the
cover over me, rolled up into a ball and sobbed. What kind of ugly
perverted little slut was I becoming I asked myself over and over, to
imagine that my daddy would do that to me.
I don't remember going to sleep, but suddenly it was the next morning. I
took my shower then went back into my room to dress. I carefully picked out
the most 'modest' panties I had. The first day had been a new experience,
the second day without panties had been an adventure, but today I wanted to
do everything I could to not feel like a slut. I dressed much more modestly
than I usually did and, after eating breakfast, headed for school.
All day at school I was plagued by images of what had been done to me the
day before. What had been done to me, what I had done and what I had
imagined being done to me. No matter how hard I tried not to think of these
things, they kept popping into my mind, and every time they did I was left
wetter than the last time. I kept resolving all day long that I would not
go over to that perverted monster's house after school. He could just do
whatever he wanted to with those pictures, they weren't that bad.
When I got home, I started working around the house, firm in my
determination to not give into his demands. After I'd been there for about
ten minutes the phone rang. I told myself not to answer it, but after about
the twentieth ring I picked it up.
"So, lil slut, you've decided you want me to give these pictures out to
everybody?" He asked. The tone of threat in his voice scared me. Scared
me and set my cunt on fire, but I stuck to my guns.
"I don't care what you do with those pictures." I said with faigned
confidence. "My parent's will understand when I tell them what happened." I
suddenly had what seemed to be a great idea, "and you will go to jail when
they see those pictures." I smiled to myself, I really thought I had him.
Until I was chilled by the sound of his laughter.
"I think my lil rape toy better come see the video I made last night before
she decides to disobey me." Then there was the click of him hanging up the
phone. He didn't even wait for me to answer. It only took me about thirty
seconds to decide that I'd better see what he had before I did anything I
would regret. I went over to his house having resolved that I would not
give into him no matter what was on the video. It never occurred to me that
if it really did not matter what was on the video, I would never go over
there.
The door opened just as I was about to knock on it and he pulled me into his
house and closed the door. He pushed me into the center of the room, I
almost tripped over the coffee table, then caught my balance and stood up.
"Strip, slut." he ordered gruffly. I folded my arms over my breasts and
shook my head 'no'. "Strip those clothes off, bitch, unless you want them
torn off like I did yesterday." He looked at my quizzically "how many
outfits can you afford to have torn up?" he asked. He had a point, so I
slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. I took off my
skirt, but left on my bra and panties.
"Buck naked, bitch." He said to me. I gave in and took off my bra and
panties. I mean, after all, it's not like he hadn't already seen me that
way. I stood there, naked, and watched as he stripped off his clothes. I
was red with embarrassment and crying again, disappointed in how quickly my
resolve not to come over here had evaporated. His cock was already hard and
sticking out from his pubic hair. He sat on the couch and pulled me over to
stand between his legs like he had before.
"Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you today?" he asked in a
cold, even, matter-of-fact tone of voice. Without waiting for a reply he
continued. "I'm going to fuck you up your tight little ass while we watch
the video of you fucking yourself last night." He finished with a grin as he
slipped his hand between my legs and pushed one of his fingers inside my
already wet cunt. He put his other hand on the back of my neck and pulled
my head down until we were face to face staring into each other's eyes.
"There are two ways we can do this," he explained as he fucked my cunt with
his finger, "you can bend over and let me lubricate your asshole, then
cooperate with my fucking you. Or he began to grin you can try to fight me
off. If you do that I will carry you into the bed and hold you down while I
rape your ass." His grin demonstrated which option he preferred. I gave it
a quick consideration and decided that getting fucked up the ass was
probably going to be painful enough without being slapped around and abused
at the same time.
"OK," I mumbled, 'I'll cooperate with you." I'm not sure the mental pain of
'volunteering' to be a slut wasn't worse than the physical pain of having my
ass hole raped would have been. He had me turn around, then lean over with
my hands resting on my knees. He had me separate my legs and bend my knees
slightly so he'd have better access to me.
Suddenly the TV came on and I was watching a picture of myself undressing in
front of the open window while he slipped his lubricated finger into my
virgin ass. I don't know which was worse, watching myself be a slut on
video tape, or having this man fuck my ass with his fingers. Just as my
image on the TV finished caressing her own breasts and cunt, and walked over
to the bed, the man announced that all was ready.
He held me with a hand on each side of my waist as he pulled me down onto
his large glistening cock. I was watching myself rub the head of the rubber
cock up and down my wet cunt lips on the video as his cock began to push
against my sphincter muscle. I was mesmerized by the sight of my cunt on
the TV screen. I could see the fuck juice and cum transferring from my cunt
lips to the head of the rubber cock.
He began pushing his cock into my ass at the same time I started pushing the
rubber cock into my cunt on the TV. I felt a searing pain as his cock
pushed into my ass. I cried out, sobbing and begging him to stop. I
grabbed his wrists and tried to push myself up off his hard cock, but he was
so much stronger than I was. It all proved useless. I couldn't stop him as
he pulled me down onto his rigid pole. The more I screamed and yelled, the
more I begged him to stop, the more I struggled and tried to get away, the
bigger his grin got as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into my virgin
ass.
After what seemed like a torturous hour I finally felt his pubic hair
grinding against my butt and new that he was all the way inside my poor
stretched ass. He let me just sit on him for a few minutes and rest while
we watched me fucking myself on the TV and my ass got used to being
stretched almost to the point of ripping. Tears were streaming down my face
but even with all this pain, even with the humiliation of watching myself be
a slut with the rubber cock, I began to feel my juices flow once again. He
reached around and began to finger my cunt and my clit while he let his huge
hard cock rest inside my tight ass.
He stroked my clit and finger fucked my cunt with one hand while he pinched
my nipples and mauled my breasts with the other. He was not being gentle
with either hand, but I was once again discovering that when I was in the
'slut zone' my body would react to pain with increased wetness and multiple
orgasms. Without any conscious intent on my part my hips began a slow back
and forth motion rocking my ass on his hard cock.
The almost unbearable pain had become first a bearable 'fullness' then,
slowly a very erotic presence in my asshole. I had a small little 'pre-cum'
orgasm, Just enough to spasm my cunt on his fingers and drench them with
cunt juice. As soon as he felt my cunt grab at his fingers he pulled his
cock a couple of inches out of my ass, then pushed it back in.
"OH GOD," He shouted, "What a tight fucking asshole my little fuck bitch
has." By now my brain was completely disassociated from my body and my body
was beginning to fuck itself on his fingers and cock with ever increasing
force and speed.
He grabbed me around the waist and stood up, leaning me over the coffee
table. My hands supported me on the table, and my head was only a couple of
inches from the tabletop. I was almost standing on my head. He held me
around my waist and began to rock me forward and backward, fucking my ass on
and off of his hard cock.
In this position he could not maul my breasts, or finger my cunt and clit.
I lowered my head until it rested on the table then used one hand to maul my
own breasts and the other to finger my own cunt and clit. It didn't feel as
good as when he did it, but it did add to my building excitement. Is he
fucked my ass on and off his huge cock, and I fingered my cunt and mauled my
tits, I remembered reading 'The story of O' that day when all of this
started. I thought about her getting her ass gang fucked by all those men
while my ass was getting fucked for the first time.
"OH GOD, FUCK ME HARDER." I could not believe I was screaming this. I
could feel my face 'filling up' with blood the way it does when your upside
down. I was now rocking myself on and off his cock, he no longer needed to
hold my hips and force me. I felt him lean over so he could speak to me.
"Fuck your self on my cock, slut." He said. I almost stopped moving when
the shame and humiliation caused by being called a slut swept over me.
"Fuck your self harder, bitch." He ordered. He picked something up from the
end table, I could not see what he had. I felt a sting and heard the slap
against my leg. I jumped slightly.
"Ride that cock you fucking little whore." He yelled as he brought the
riding crop down on the side of my tit. He switched the crop to his other
hand and slapped the side of my other tit with it. "Harder I said." I
redoubled my efforts fucking my ass harder and harder on and off his cock.
But it didn't seem I could ever satisfy him with my fucking. He kept
slapping me all over my back, sides, legs and the sides of my breasts with
the crop, urging me to fuck faster, or fuck harder or fuck deeper with each
hit.
Tears were streaming from my eyes into my hair. Sweat was rolling off every
part of my body I struggled to fuck harder and faster, trying to satisfy him
and get him to stop hitting me with the riding crop. During this time
several great cums sort of snuck up on me. I wouldn't even be aware of how
excited I was when all of the sudden I'd be jerking and spasming through
another soul shattering cum.
My leg and arm muscles ached and were beginning to cramp from fatigue before
I finally felt him bury his monster cock deep inside me and moan loudly as
he spewed his hot cum into my ass. After his cock stopped jerking and
shooting cum, he let me slip off and I collapsed onto the table, he
collapsed back onto the couch. My whole body was trembling and twitching
from the after effects of cuming over and over. Surprisingly I must have
dozed off, the next thing I new he nudged me with his foot then handed me a
can of cola. I sat up and began to gulp it down. He sat on the couch and
watched me for a few minutes then spoke.
"I'm going to let you choose." He stated.
"Choose what?" I asked, not sure I really wanted to know.
"I'm going to let you choose which hole I use for my last fuck for this
afternoon." I blushed when he said that. Sure he had just fucked my ass,
and I was sitting in front of him naked, but to have him casually talk about
me deciding which 'hole' I wanted him to fuck made me blush. We sat for
another minute or two in silence.
"Well?" he asked. I considered just not answering, but I decided I'd better
express my preference. "If you don't make up your mind in ten seconds I'll
start whipping you and not stop until you do." I had no reason to doubt his
intent to do just exactly that.
"My vagi...." I started to answer when he interrupted me.
"You have three holes, bitch." He yelled at me. "Now choose your cunt, your
ass, or your mouth." He pushed my head back with the riding crop under my
chin, "And make it a request, such as 'please fuck my...' and the name of
the whole you've chosen."
"Please fuck my cunt." I said slowly my face reddening and my tears
beginning to flow again.
"That's my lil slut puppy," he said with a grin, "always eager to get her
cunt fucked." He took hold of my wrists and pulled me onto my knees
between his legs. "Now suck on my cock until it's nice and hard, then I'll
fuck you eager little cunt. " He grabbed handfuls of hair with each hand
and pulled my face toward his slimy half hard cock. I remembered what had
happened yesterday when I tried to refuse to suck on him. When his cockhead
touched my lips I opened them and accepted his cock into my mouth.
It was warm and I could feel it growing inside my mouth as I tongued the
combination of cunt slime and cum from it. When he was hard, he turned me
around and leaned me over the table, for a moment I thought he had changed
his mind and was going to fuck my ass again. Instead he knet down behind me
and slipped his hard, saliva coated cock into my cunt.
Since I was still deep in the 'slut zone' my body reacted immediately and I
began to hump myself against his cock. I totally abandoned my feelings of
disgust and shame and completely gave into the feelings of lust for the
first time. I moaned, I groaned, I screamed for him to fuck me harder and
faster. I told him how good his cock felt inside my cunt. I promised to be
his slut forever. In the back of my mind I knew I was going to pay for this
with feelings of overwhelming shame and humiliation after I was done, but I
no longer cared about that. I just wanted to cum, over and over as hard and
as often as I could before he filled me with his cum again and sent me home.
And I did, I came over and over, my cunt grabbing and milking his cock. I
ground my self back onto him like a whore trying to earn a big tip. I
looked at him over my shoulder and licked my lips and said every nasty dirty
think I could think of. Then he pulled his cock out and came around to the
other side of the table. I looked up into his face as he stroked himself
two or three times then shot his hot cum into my waiting face again.
He told me to stay where I was, so I stayed, laying across the coffee table,
his cum running down my face fighting off the feelings of shame and
humiliation while he went into his bedroom and a moment later came back out.
He held something in front of me.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked me. I had no idea, I couldn't even
guess what it was. "This," he continued walking back around behind me, "is
a butt plug." I felt him push it against my ass. I felt my ass stretch
almost as much as it did when he fucked me. I felt it contract again with
something inside. Then he came back around. He knelt down and looked me in
the eyes. I was on the verge of tears, I could not hold back the shame and
humiliation much longer.
"You will wear that until you come back over here tomorrow." He ordered. "If
you have to shit, you can take it out, but be sure you put it right back
in." H picked me up by my arms and walked me to his door. "And don't
forget to put on your little show tonight." With that he handed me my
clothes and shoved me out the door.
I began to sob as I hurried to put my clothes back on before somebody came
by and saw me standing naked on my neighbor's porch. The feelings of shame
and humiliation swept over me stronger that ever. Once dressed, I ran home
and threw my self on the bed and cried great heaving sobs until I was all
cried out. When there were no more tears left I got up and did my after
school house work, ignoring my bratty brother and trying not to think about
the plug filling my ass while I talked to my parents during dinner.
I must admit I did squirm a bit more than usual during the meal. The flat
end of the but plug rested against the chair seat and pushed the plug up
just a bit further into my ass. Every time I moved I could feel the big end
of the plug move inside me. It kept me wet all during dinner, and when I go
up I quickly pushed my chair up to the table so no one would see the wet
spot on the seat.
I went up stairs, but found studying to be almost impossible. Between the
but plug keeping my attention focused on my ass, and my concern about how I
was going to make my 'little show' sexier than last nights, everything I
read just slipped right back out of my mind again. I decided that I would
not be able to learn anything until I took care of my wet cunt. I put the
chair in front of the door to slow down anybody who might decide to come in
then laid down on my bed.
I spread my legs and ran my fingers up and down my wet cunt lips, then
around my clit. After a minute or two of fingering my cunt and clit I
reached down with my other hand and gingerly felt around the but plug,
running the tip of my finger around my stretched ass, then I grasped the end
of the plug and gently moved it. I moved it up and down, side to side and
gently a little in and out while I fingered my cunt and clit. The gentle
movements in my ass added excitement to my fingers stroking my cunt.
I stopped what I was doing and jumped out of bed. After retrieving the
rubber cock from my underwear drawer I lay back down and gently worked the
cock into my cunt while I moved the plug more enthusiastically in my ass.
Between the cock in my cunt and the plug being wiggled in my ass I came
quickly and quietly then relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of having both of
my holes filled.
I was suddenly jerked awake by the noise of the chair against the door
sliding across the floor. I threw my skirt down over my cunt just in time
to hide the rubber cock still lodged in it from the view of my father as he
poked his head in the door.
"Is everything ok?" he asked me. "Your mom and I are going to bed now. You
better get into your pajamas and go to bed too."
"Ah...OK...dad, gee, I must have fallen asleep." The rubber cock was
threatening to slip out of my cunt. I could just see it shooting across the
room in front of my daddy's eyes. Laying in my bed with a butt plug in my
ass and a rubber cock in my cunt while I talked to my dad seemed so
perverse, and at the same time turned me on so much I was sure the cock
would come shooting out any second.
"What time..." there was a noticeable pause in my speech as I sat up on the
bed, pushing both the butt plug and the rubber cock deeper into my body and
almost causing an orgasm right in front him. "...is it?" Daddy glanced down
at his watch.
"It's almost midnight Sweet Thaying." He always called me that 'Sweet
Thaying'.
"Thanks dad, I'll get ready for bed now." He looked at the chair blocking
the door, then looked at me with a sly grin on his face. I swear I must
have turned bright read clear down to my stomach. I just knew that he knew
what I had been doing. Maybe not the details, but he new I'd been 'playing
with myself'. I waited until dad had closed the door then, after letting
the rubber cock slip out of me, quietly moved the chair back up against it
again. I still had a show to put on for the neighbor and I wasn't sure what
I was going to do.
I opened the curtains and the blind, then just kind of gyrated my hips and
shook my tits while I slowly took off my blouse and bra, then my skirt.
Once I was naked I took the rubber cock and, standing real close to the
window rubbed it over my tits until my nipples were real hard, then I pushed
my tits up against the glass so my hard nipples were surrounded by pink tit
flesh. I had another chair beside the window so I put my right foot up on
that and began to run the rubber cock in and out of my cunt while I mashed
my tits around on the cold glass.
Leaning almost my full weight against the glass, cushioned by my tits, I
fucked the cock in and out of my cunt while I stroked and pulled on my clit
with the other hand. As I got more and more excited my whole body slid up
and down on the glass. I felt like screaming but couldn't risk having my
parents dashing back into my room to see what the trouble was.
As I neared another orgasm I held the rubber cock against the edge of the
windowsill and my whole body kind of undulated as I worked my cunt on and
off of it. My body jerked so fast and so hard the rubber cock knocking
against the sill sounded almost like a vibrator. I finally came in three
massive undulations of my entire body then collapsed against the window
panting.
After catching my breath, I stuck my tongue out at my unseen observer then
turned the lights out and went to bed. When I woke up I was still holding
the rubber cock in my hand. I stuck it under the pillow real quick, then
moved the chair away from the door and climbed back into bed. I was worn
out and decided to tell my mom I was sick and see if she'd let me stay home.
I've always been a pretty good actress and mom agreed to let me stay home.
I snuggled under the covers and listened for the parents and my bratty
little brother to leave. Mom and dad shouted 'good bye' from the back door,
then the door shut and I heard the care pulling out of the driveway. I
turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. I felt completely relaxed for
the first time since the neighbor started forcing me to come over to his
house. I should have known it was too good to last, the phone rang. I
jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway to answer it.
"Hello?" I said, knowing who it was before he spoke.
"I see you've stayed home from school." He stated I could almost hear the
evil grin in his voice. "I think you better get your skinny, butt plugged
little ass over here."
"I can't," I could hear myself whining at him and I hated myself for it.
"I'm sick."
"I don't care if your running a temp of 110 and are bazooka barfing
everything you've eaten in the last week, get your ass over here so I can
fuck you." He barked at me.
"I can't, my parents will be calling me during the day to make sure I'm ok."
I paused trying to see how he was taking this excuse, "and if I'm not here
to answer the phone they will come home to check on me."
"Do you have a cordless phone?" he asked me.
"Yes." I answered immediately without thinking first.
"Then bring it with you, bitch and get your fucking cunt over here. Now, if
you know what's good for you." I heard a click and realized I was standing
in the middle of the kitchen, naked with a butt plug hanging out of my ass.
Before I could move the phone rang again.
"Hello?" I said tentatively.
"Just put a T-shirt over that naked body of yours and get over here." He
said then hung up again. How does he know I'm naked? I wondered as I walked
back to my room and put on a long T-shirt that would cover me down to my
thighs. I took the cordless phone with me and walked over to his house. As
soon as I walked onto his porch the door opened.
Without saying a word, he pulled me into his front room, leaned me over his
coffee table and, after kneeling behind me plunged his already hard cock
into my cunt. As he fucked forcefully in and out of my cunt I was
overwhelmed with shame and humiliation, tears began to run down my cheeks.
He was just using me for his pleasure. He didn't really care about 'me', he
just wanted my cunt, ass, mouth and tits. He just wanted a place to dump
his cum. As he fucked he picked up the remote and turned on the TV then
started the tape of last nights 'show'.
"That's quite a show you put on last night, slut." he said as my image began
to gyrate around in front of the window while I stripped off my clothes. My
humiliation was complete. I looked a hundred times sluttier than I ever
imagined. I watched myself fucking myself on the rubber cock and rubbing my
tits on the glass while he fucked my cunt in time with the action on the
screen.
"You're quite the little whore, aren't you?" he asked as he pulled and
pushed on the butt plug as he fucked harder and harder into my cunt. He
grabbed my waist and pulled me tight up against his body. I could feel his
cock jerk and twitch inside me his cum filled my cunt.
"I'm going to have so much fun fucking you all day." He said as he let his
cock slip out of me. I was still crying, I was nothing more that a fuck toy
to him. Still holding me bent over the table he pulled the but plug from my
ass, then let me stand up. He handed me the butt plug.
"Go wash this." He ordered. I walked into his bathroom and soaped my hands
then washed the butt plug. I rinsed it then carried it back into his front
room. While I was gone he had cleaned everything off the coffee table.
"Lay here." He ordered pointing to the table. I lay down on the tabletop
and waited for further instructions. He disappeared into his bedroom for a
second, then came back with another rubber cock. It was even bigger than
the one he had given me to take home. He pulled a chair over to the end of
the table and pulled me down until my butt was almost hanging over the edge.
"I want to see my fuck slave do herself up close and personal." He said as
he held out the rubber cock. I wanted to get up and run home. I wanted to
lock myself in my room and never come out. What is this 'fuck slave' shit,
I thought as I reached out and took the rubber cock from him. I'm not his
'fuck slave'; I'm just doing this until I get the pictures back. Despite my
silent protests, I meekly pushed the rubber cock into my just fucked cunt
and began to work it in and out.
As I fucked the cock in and out of my cunt he leaned closer until I was
almost hitting his nose with my hand with every outstroke. I watched
between my legs as he stroked his cum and cunt juice covered cock into
hardness again.
"Work it, bitch, work it." He said softly as he watched me fuck myself. I
was just beginning to feel a little excited when the cordless phone rang. I
froze and looked at him with terror in my eyes. He put his hand on my wrist
to keep me from pulling the rubber cock from my cunt.
"You will continue to fuck yourself while you talk to whoever it is calling
you." He instructed me. "If you stop fucking yourself I will take the phone
and tell the person on the other end exactly what you are doing." He paused
while he picked up the cordless phone. "Do you understand?" He waited
while I nodded 'yes' then pushed the button on the phone and handed it to
me.
"Hello." I said. He tapped my wrist to remind me to start fucking myself
again. I began to stroke the rubber cock in and out of my cunt while I
listened on the phone. "It's ok mom don't worry about it...no...everything
is OK...I just rushed from my room to answer the phone..." just at that
point he grabbed my clit between his thumb and finger and began to squeeze
it as he stroked it roughly. An involuntary "..Uuhh..." came out of my
mouth. "...no, nah...ho, ma...om I'm ok...I just bumped my Ta...OHH, on the
table leg."
I closed my eyes and listened to my mothers concerned voice as I fucked my
own cunt with the rubber cock and he pinched and pulled on my clit. I felt
so dirty and perverted talking to her on the phone while this was happening.
With those feelings my cunt began to spasm and I just knew that I was going
to cum soon and if I didn't get mom off the phone she was going to hear me
cum.
"Every things fine mom," I assured her, using all my will power to keep my
voice from revealing what was happening between my legs, "I need to lay back
down now...Yea mom, I love you too." I managed to hold of the orgasm long
enough to push the button on the phone, making sure my mom was disconnected.
Then I let the phone slip from my hand and land on the floor as my body
began to undulate on the table and a loud moan came from somewhere deep
inside me.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...GODDAMNTIT...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...SHIIIIIIIIIIITTT...OOO
OOOOWWWWWWWWW...FUCKMEFUCKME" I was now using both hands to fuck the rubber
cock in and out of my aching cunt just as hard and as fast as I could. He
was pulling on my clit so hard I thought he was going to pull it off. Every
muscle in my body felt like it was going to cramp forever.
"OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT" I just kept saying that over and over. My mind
blanked out. It was the most painful/pleasurable cum I'd ever had up to
that point.
Without even waiting for my orgasm to finish he pushed my legs up and apart
as far as they would go and pushed his now re-hardened cock into my ass. I
was still hanging onto the rubber cock in my cunt as his real cock forced my
ass open and slipped inside me. He pushed my hands away from the rubber
cock and fiddled with the end of it. Suddenly it seemed to come alive
inside me. I could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body.
He pushed the now buzzing rubber cock as far as it would go into my cunt,
only stopping when its base was pushed up against my clit. I couldn't tell
if the vibrating base of the cock pushed up against my clit made it hurt, or
made it feel good. Somehow it seemed to do both at the same time. He began
to pound his cock into my ass with a fierce concentration that was almost
scary. I could tell this was going to be a long fuck.
And, wouldn't you know it, shortly after he had his hip-pounding fuck rhythm
set up that damn cordless phone rang again. He didn't even slow down as I
groped around under me trying to find the ringing phone. My whole body was
shaking from his pounding ass fuck and vibrating from the rubber cock
buzzing in my cunt when I pushed the button on the phone and answered it.
"Hu...low." I managed to get out. It was my dad this time, calling to check
up on his little girl. "I...uh...I'm doing...fi...ine...da...deee." I
looked up and he was grinning at me as he watched me talking to my daddy on
the phone as he fucked in and out of my ass. "Yea, daddy,
I...um...not...fee....ling...too bad." I managed to get out. I had felt
really dirty and nasty talking to my mother while I was fucking myself with
the rubber cock, but it was different with my daddy. I could almost feel my
cunt clamping down on the rubber cock as I listened to my daddy's deep voice
over the phone. I'd never realized how totally sexy my daddy's voice was.
I don't think I'll ever be able to hear my daddy's voice again without
getting wet between my legs.
"I'm do...ing OK, da...uddy. How are you?" I realized that I was
intentionally keeping him on the phone, keeping him talking so I could
listen to his deep sexy voice while the neighbor fucked my ass. I listened
while my daddy told me how is morning was going, then said goodby.
"Bye bye daddy, I love you." I don't think I ever said 'I love you' to my
daddy in quite that way before. The phone slipped from my hand again and I
closed my eyes. I imagined that it was my daddy fucking me instead of the
neighbor. I kind of 'zoned out' at that time, going through a set of almost
continues orgasms, each one more intense that the previous. They got so
strong that they scared me.
The cock fucking in and out of my ass seemed to last forever. I was lost in
the tremendous series of cums and sometime later realized I was lying on the
table with my legs draped over the end and nobody fucking me. A wave of
disappointment that I was no longer being fucked washed over me, along with
a wave of humiliation from the memory of how I had imagined my daddy fucking
me. I couldn't help it, I started crying again. How could I imagine such
things about my daddy?
I sat up on the coffee table and found myself sitting in a large sticky
puddle of cum and cunt juice that had collected under me during the marathon
ass fuck. I looked around the room, and saw that I was alone. I stood up
and walked toward the door I heard noise coming from. I found myself in his
kitchen. He was working at the counter. He seemed to sense my presents and
turned around.
"Hey sleepy slut." he said in an almost affectionate tone of voice, "you
ready for some lunch?" Seeing his naked body reminded me that I was still
naked also. "Sit down." He indicated a chair at the kitchen table. "I've
just finished making us some ham and cheese on rye sandwiches." I sat down.
He walked across the room and sat a plate with a sandwich on it in front of
me. He sat the other plate in front of the chair across from mine then went
to the refrigerator and got two cokes for us to drink. Returning to the
table, he sat down and looked at me. I, of course blushed.
"Eat up." He said pushing my plate a little closer to me. "You've got to
build up your strength for this afternoon's activities." He finished with a
wink and a grin that sent chills down my spine. I picked up the sandwich
and took a bite of it. I couldn't under stand it but the casual nakedness
of us sitting at the table eating without clothes on embarrassed me more
that having him fuck me.
===========================
Semper vale et salve.
Norm Deploom
The other day upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish I wish he'd go away
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