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The Man Next Door (Mf, cons, young teen)
By
Norm DePloom
Back a long time ago, when I had just turned sixteen,
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 sixteen 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 been
`doing it' to myself for a long time and 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
lying 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 knelt 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 you're 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
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