Sweet Sixteen

by Christian Alan

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Jessica stood idly at the bus stop, her purse in one hand and a
lit cigarette in the other. She put the cig to her lips absently
and immediately took it away with a grimace. Tobacco smoke
grossed her out, but she was trying her best to look older. 'D'
was coming and she didn't want him to think she was just some
stupid kid. She fidgeted nervously with her purse strap, too
excited to keep her hands still for long.

It was already late, much later than she usually stayed out. Her
dad would seriously flip if he knew she was out here, let alone
what he'd do if he found out what she was planning. She grinned,
relishing the thought. That was part of the fun. Her parents had
no fucking clue what their sweet little princess was really like.

Time was passing and Jessica wondered if 'D' had flaked on her.
The neighborhood was decent and she wasn't really scared, but it
was always a little spooky to be out alone at night. Her heart
rose as she heard a thumping base and saw a car approaching, but
it passed her by and slowly vanished down the street. She
rummaged around for her phone, hoping she could still catch a
ride home with somebody.

The next thing she knew, she was being grabbed from behind.
Something went over her head and wrapped around her face. With a
shock she realized it was a plastic bag. Then a gloved hand
clamped down over her mouth, stifling the scream in her throat.
She felt herself being dragged. She couldn't see or even breathe.
Panicking, she clawed at the hand over her face and tried to
squirm away, but he was just too strong. She felt herself being
lifted and carried a short distance. Then she was pulled inside
something, maybe a car or van. Her head swam and she felt like
she was close to passing out.

There was the sound of a heavy door slamming shut, and then
suddenly the hand pulled away. She barely had time to draw a
ragged breath before she was seized again and rolled onto her
stomach. Someone was grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind
her back, but she was too busy trying to fill her lungs to put up
much of a struggle. Her hands were being tied and there was
nothing she could do to stop it.

A few moments later, the bag was pulled away from her face. She
drew a quick breath with the intent of screaming, but at that
same instant someone grabbed her head from behind and stuffed
something round and rubbery into her mouth. It forced her jaw
open and muffled her voice down to nothing more than a low
screech. She didn't have the strength to try again. She could
smell a man's aftershave and hear his heavy breathing as he
pushed the ball gag into her mouth and strapped it firmly behind
her head.

"Don't struggle, bitch," a voice said from behind her. It was
deep and firm. "You might choke yourself."

A dim light came on. Her carefully done-up blonde hair had come
loose and was hanging in front of her eyes, but she could tell
that she was in the back of a large van of some kind. She glanced
up to see a dark shape towering over her, then everything went
black as a cloth fell over her face. Now she was tied, gagged and
blindfolded. Helpless.

Jessica felt herself panting, a rush of needy heat spreading
throughout her body. She forced herself to just concentrate on
breathing slowly and calmly through her nose. Hands took her by
the shoulders and lifted her roughly to her feet. She was dragged
a few steps and pushed down again onto something wide and
cushiony, a bench seat maybe.

Then there was the sharp metallic sound of a knife being drawn.
Jessica flinched and tried to scream again, but all that came out
from around the gag was a plaintive whimper. She heard a low
chuckle and the rustling of clothes as he moved closer.

Jessica held her breath as she felt the hard edge of the knife
touch her throat. It lingered there a moment, cold and sharp. She
felt her nipples tightening as he dragged it lightly down over
her flesh, the scrape of the blade sending a violent shiver down
her spine that she could feel in her clit and all the way down to
her toes. She gave a muted sob of mixed fear and pleasure as he
began cutting her shirt away.

"I could cut you," the voice grated, speaking almost in her ear.
"Bad. You know that. I can do things to you that doctors will
never be able to fix. But I'm not going to. Unless you give me a
reason. Do exactly as I say and you won't get hurt."

She barely heard him. Her mind was focused on the knife as he
went about shredding her clothes. In a few minutes she was down
to only her bra and panties. She felt his hand slide up along her
calf and over the outside of her thigh. His fingers were rough
and eager. Jessica gasped as he suddenly yanked her legs apart.
She cringed, waiting for him to force himself into her, but he
didn't. She felt his hand on side of her face as he lifted up her
chin.

"You've got a pretty face, bitch. How old are you? Eighteen?
Nineteen"

Jessica nodded slowly. On this particular occasion she was
supposed to be eighteen.

"Always wanted to fuck a little white bitch," he continued, still
manhandling her face. "The ones at my school were all stuck-up
whores. Are you a stuck-up whore?"

She shook her head slowly.

"I didn't think so. You look like a good girl. Now let's see
those tits."

The edge of the knife scraped against her chest. She felt her
pussy gushing as he cut off her bra. A moment later his hands
were gripping her breasts, squeezing and hefting them roughly
before letting go again.

"Oh yeah. Beautiful. Nice and firm."

She stiffened as he suddenly pinched her left nipple. He began
playing with both, pulling and tweaking them between his fingers
as they grew even harder from his touch. Then her left nipple was
suddenly engulfed by something warm and wet, and she gasped as he
started sucking and swirling it with his tongue.

Jessica felt his hot breath move downward over her skin. Despite
the warmth, she shivered again as he slowly licked her stomach,
his mouth moving ever closer toward her crotch. His tongue felt
long and wide, and she found herself anticipating its touch every
time it glided over her skin. Just as he reached her panties, his
hands moved underneath her legs and lifted them up, raising her
knees into the air. She felt his mouth on the inside of her
thigh, his tongue slowly gliding inward. He stopped a hair's
breadth from the crotch of her panties, retracing his path back
up along her thigh before turning and doing the same to her other
leg.

He kept teasing her for what felt like forever. Part of her
wished he'd just get on with it. The other part was curious about
what he might do next. She flinched violently as he suddenly
ripped her panties off. Then he slid his hands underneath her ass
and pulled her vulva against his mouth, his strong tongue sliding
over and between the lips of her pussy. It felt really good. She
whimpered and squirmed around in his hands. His tongue never
seemed to stop moving, always darting in and out, flicking and
fluttering. He was even sucking on her, drawing almost her entire
cunt into his mouth.

His grip on her ass tightened and he began licking even harder.
Soon she found herself fighting to catch her breath. She felt
like she would orgasm any second. His tonguing slowed and
stopped, almost as if he sensed how close she was.

"Sweet little white pussy." His voice was closer now, almost
right in her ear. She felt a wet sensation on her cheek, and
shivered as she realized he was licking her face.

A few moments later he took her by the waist and pulled her ass
to the edge of the couch. He leaned in close and kissed her neck
wetly, the crinkly hair on his naked chest brushing against her
nipples. Then he pried her legs apart. Something big and blunt
pressed up against the entrance to her cunt. Jessica tried to
push him away with her thighs, but it was all just part of the
act. She wanted him inside her so bad she could taste it. He held
her legs open and pushed himself into her slowly, his penis
stretching her open with a twinge of pain. It felt huge. She
whimpered, hearing him grunt in response. He seemed to ease off,
but then he suddenly plunged himself all the way inside her with
one rough shove. She screamed around the gag, her voice breaking
as his strong hands went around her neck and squeezed tightly,
choking her. He began pistoning his cock into her, hammering her
vagina mercilessly with every stroke.

Jessica couldn't breathe. She was aware only of his pounding cock
and his hands around her throat. He was thrusting and grunting
like a rutting animal on top of her, and in a matter of seconds
she came. Waves of almost excruciating pleasure crashed over her
and she blanked out, her eyes rolling back in her head as her
orgasm pushed away everything else and left her as little more
than a spasming, jerking body.

She clung to consciousness by a thin thread, just enough to feel
the thrusts of the man on top of her becoming more urgent. He
groaned loudly, his body shaking as she felt a sudden rush of
heat spreading deep in her loins. He was ejaculating inside her,
each pulse sending another small wave rippling through her body.
His grip on her neck lessened, and after a few moments he let go
of her and slowly pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath in
long, shuddering sobs.

"Damn. That was tight, girl. You were good... hey, you ok?"

Jessica nodded weakly. She heard him moving around again, and
then his hands touched the back of her head. He undid the strap
holding the gag in place and began pulling it out of her mouth.
She felt a thin stream of drool escape with it.

"Was that what you wanted?" He asked, pulling off her blindfold.

"M-mmm... oh yeah. Perfect." she murmured, slowly regaining her
senses. It had been pretty good. Not the best, but pretty good.
The aftershocks of her orgasm were just now starting to fade. She
blinked up at him, seeing a large clean-cut black man with a
large foam-covered black cock. She slowly leaned forward, looking
him right in the eyes as she took his semi-hard penis into her
mouth and started sucking it clean. Even though it was shrinking
she could barely take half of it. It tasted tangy and salty, a
sharp blend of cum, both hers and his.

"Ohh fuck." He groaned as Jessica ran her tongue along the
underside of his shaft, licking up the last bit of white froth at
the base of his cock. She was surprised he'd been able to fit it
that deep inside her. When it was all gone she sat back and
relaxed, still feeling a little lightheaded.

"So," she said, letting out a long contented sigh. "I guess
you're 'D'."

"Yeah." He answered, flashing a bright grin. He looked at her for
a moment and the grin faded like something was bothering him.
"Hey. You really are over eighteen, right?"

"Yep," she lied. Her online personal ad said she was a college
student. Minor details.

"Good, good." He didn't sound too convinced.

"I had fun," she said, putting her hand over her pussy as she
felt a little gush of his cum start to leak out of her. It
tickled. "Maybe next time you can bring some friends."

He just laughed like he thought she was joking. "Sure."

Jessica lay there watching as he pulled on his clothes. He was
doing it a little too quickly, like he was having second
thoughts. Whatever. She had enough experience to tell which guys
would be willing to push things further and which were going to
feel guilty and pretend it never happened. 'D' was one of the
guilty types.

He dropped her off at a spot she chose a few blocks away from her
house. He'd given her a pair of plain gray sweats and and a
t-shirt to replace her shredded clothes. She let him keep those
as a memento. Jessica walked home in a cheerful mood, her pussy
feeling sore and squishy.

She let herself back into the house and went to her room, not
making a sound. Her snatch looked a little red and creamy when
she checked herself out in the closet mirror. Her inner thighs
were slick and coated with rape cum. She giggled to herself. Rape
cum. Her dad would love that term. She scrutinized her neck and
chest next, looking for any telltale marks. Nothing that she
couldn't hide. She was getting to be an expert at covering up
bruises and scratches, even cuts and bite marks. Maybe she could
be a makeup artist someday.

Opening the baseboard at the back of her closet, she pulled out a
journal and climbed into bed to write down the details of her
latest encounter. She kept a page for each one. Her journal had a
hundred blank pages when she first started, but now it only had a
dozen or so left. She was going to need a new one soon.

As she wrote, Jessica wondered just how pissed her dad would get
if he knew how many cocks she'd put in her mouth. Or how pissed
her mom would be if she knew how many she'd had in her cunt. It
would almost be worth it to see their faces. By her count she'd
also taken at least thirty loads up her pussy from complete
strangers, and swallowed at least as many more. She imagined
herself telling her family that over dinner sometime. They would
probably have a stroke.

Just thinking about it all was getting her hot again. She tucked
her journal back in its hiding spot next to the tin with her
birth control pills and party favors in it, then she hopped into
bed and stretched out, her hand sliding down over her stomach and
through her short wispy pubes until it reached her pussy. Dipping
a finger inside, she lifted it up to her face and smelled it, the
strong, rich odor of cum filling her nose as she began
masturbating furiously with her other hand.

She let her eyes wander to the shelf on her wall, her gaze
skipping over her pom poms to her favorite trophies. Swimming,
tennis, junior homecoming queen. It reminded her of her upcoming
birthday. She'd been promised it was going to be special.

Jessica smiled dreamily as her orgasm approached. She couldn't
wait to turn sixteen.


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