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{Author: Albion Kowszlo: albion_kowszlo@yahoo.com}
"Such a Sweet Kid" (nc; Mf or Mg <your choice>; impreg?)
Copyright 1999 by Albion Kowszlo. All rights reserved. This story may
not be reproduced or redistributed without express written permission
of the author. First posted by the author on December 13, 1999, to
alt.sex.stories.moderated.
This story is about the forcible rape of a pubescent girl. If that
kind of fiction offends you, or you are a minor in your legal
jurisdiction, stop reading now.
I would be interested in any pointers to other WELL-WRITTEN,
believable stories of this genre (a guy is placed in a situation where
he can hesitantly get away with raping a pre-teen girl, so he does).
My favorites from the newsgroup, available on www.deja.com, include
"Babysitter Rape," "Minding My Own Business" (the movie theater
scene), "Acid House Party", and "Susan" from the old rec.arts.erotica
(one link was: http://www.qz.to/erotica/susan.html).
I have not written any other stories, yet, but I have some more ideas.
* If you like this one or have literary criticism, e-mail me so I'll
know. *
I don't check my mail very often, so a reply may not be
immediate...like several weeks or longer. Flames concerning the subject
matter will be ignored.
Copyright 1999 by the author. All rights reserved.
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The mall was kind of run-down, on the not-so-good side of town. So
far, I hadn't been able to pick up any of the girls shopping or
working, even though I was wearing my best suit.
"Maybe I'm losing my charm," I thought grimly.
I was almost ready to leave when I saw two girls - one was just a kid,
but the other immediately caught my attention. She looked to be
around twenty years old, had slightly big hips poured into a green
leather skirt, and sported a nice set of tits under a cheap sweater.
I liked her bright lipstick and thick black hair.
"Just what I need," I thought.
I hadn't been laid since I broke up with Laura a few weeks ago, and I
was ready to go crazy. A trashy chick like this would be perfect.
She was pushing a baby carriage, but didn't have on a wedding ring.
That was fine with me, because single moms were usually a little less
uptight about putting out.
I approached the two girls with a bright smile and said "Hello."
They smiled back. As usual, the simplest line is usually the best.
The oldest one, Jennifer, was a flirtatious bitch--just as I had
hoped. I told her my name was Clint, and I was from out of town. I
asked about local restaurants, and she pointed out the local pub in
the mall. When I said that I didn't like to eat alone, and invited
them to dinner, Jennifer quickly accepted. I think she was a little
flattered.
As we walked to the restaurant, I learned that the baby was
Jennifer's. The other girl was named Bonnie, and she was Jennifer's
little sister.
We ordered dinner and I wondered what Jennifer's glossy red lips would
be able to do with my cock. She seemed to be kind of a spoiled slut,
but it wasn't her personality that I was after.
I also wondered how we could get rid of the kids. Bonnie had ordered
a salad and bread, and Jennifer laughingly told me that her sister was
a skinny vegetarian because she didn't like to hurt animals.
Jennifer, on he other hand, was devouring a hamburger as quickly as I
hoped she would devour my cock. Throughout the meal, Bonnie remained
somewhat quiet while Jennifer flirted shamelessly. I wondered how
long it would take to get Jennifer back to my place, and if I'd have
to get her drunk first.
We were almost finished when Jennifer's pager went off. She went to
use the phone, then came back without sitting down. The expression on
her face had changed.
"Tell Mom to pick you up, OK?" she said to Bonnie. "Oh,
thanks...sorry, gotta go," she said to me as she hurriedly walked
away. She didn't seem concerned about her baby, which remained with
us at the table.
I wasn't sure what had just happened, but was it was pretty clear that
I'd been dumped.
I started to get kind of pissed. The waitress came by, so I ordered a
beer.
I looked at Bonnie, who seemed embarrassed. She had on a skirt and a
loose top, in those yucky 1970's colors that are popular with the kids
now. Like her sister, she had thick black hair, but hers was much
longer and pulled back into a ponytail that hung between her
shoulders. It didn't look like she used any makeup, yet.
"Um...Jennifer probably got a call from Dave, again...or Jerry..." Her
voice trailed off, embarrassed.
The waitress brought the beer. I sat quietly, thinking. It seemed
obvious that Jennifer had ditched me for some other guy, stuck me with
the bill, and now I wasn't going to get laid. I kind of felt sorry
for her Bonnie, who was stuck watching this baby. I sure as hell
wasn't going to baby-sit either of them.
I talked to Bonnie as I drank. "So, you'll watch the baby, then your
mom'll pick you up?"
"Yeah..." she said. "Mom doesn't get off work until 9:30, so I'll go
to the library and wait there. It's open late, and our house is too
far to walk."
I talked with her a little more. She apologized again for her sister.
I thought that was a crummy thing to do to Bonnie. She was a young
girl, perhaps starting junior high, but acted mature for her age. She
appeared to be very intelligent, and her wire-framed glasses looked
good on her pretty, thin-boned face. She was somewhat shy but well-
mannered. I felt sorry for her.
I finished my beer and motioned the waitress for the check. I was
really horny, but the waitress wasn't very friendly, and the only
other women in the place were already accompanied. I looked around,
bored and frustrated, pondering where to go next. Bonnie was standing
to bundle up the baby, and as she bent forward over the stroller my
eyes rested on her. She was really young, but I couldn't help
noticing just a tiny hint of cleavage.
"Too bad she's not older," I thought. With a perfect face like hers,
she was going to be a real babe in five years, especially if her tits
turned out to grow as huge as her sister's.
I helped her push the stroller as we left the restaurant. At the
mall door, I asked Bonnie if she needed a ride or anything.
It was clouding up, and looked much darker than usual at six o'clock.
Bonnie looked at the sky, then back at me.
She spoke in an embarrassed whisper. "Um, if you wouldn't mind,
Clint...I guess that you could give us a ride home? I have some stuff
I could do there for school..."
I didn't mind--I didn't have anything else to do. Bonnie seemed
impressed with my Blazer, and she helped me removed the baby car seat
from the stroller and buckle it in the back. Bonnie rode in the back
by the baby, and gave me directions to her house.
She lived in a working-class neighborhood of frame houses with small
yards. She told me to park in the back, since the neighbors were nosy
and already gossiped about her sister. Bonnie unlocked the back door,
and I carried the baby and stroller up the crumbling concrete steps.
The living room was bare but clean. Judging by the religious stuff on
the wall, I guessed that her mom was a heavy-duty churchgoer.
Bonnie asked me to carry the stroller into the bedroom that she shared
with Jennifer. I did, placing it by a crib in the corner.
As Bonnie was getting the baby ready for bed, I stood there and looked
around the room. I could see Jennifer's undergarments stuffed into a
dresser drawer. I thought about her again, and could feel my dick
stirring as I imagined how she must look in those panties, laying in
her bed. I wondered if some guy was balling her right now.
Looking around, I noticed that Bonnie's side of the room was much
neater. She had a picture of her mom, who wasn't bad looking at all.
I suppose that she was Italian or Mexican, and her daughters had
inherited her pale skin and black hair and eyes.
"I'm so horny, I'd even fuck their mom," I thought.
Bonnie had some academic achievement trophies on the shelf. As I
looked at them, I noticed that the most recent was from sixth grade,
dated last year.
"Man," I thought. "Poor kid's not even in high-school yet, and she
already has responsibility for her sister's baby."
She was having some trouble getting the baby to go to sleep, and I sat
down on her bed, not wanting to interrupt, but waiting to say goodbye.
It was warm in the house, so I took off my jacket.
On top of Bonnie's dresser were normal girl things...hand lotion,
makeup, and barrettes. I happened to look down, into her trash can,
when I saw the salmon-colored box.
It was an empty box for tampons. They were marked as 'slender for
teens,' but they were tampons, nonetheless. My mind began to race
while I waited...that meant that Bonnie had actually inserted
something into her vagina. My dick started to stir again, and I
looked at Bonnie in a different light. What is it they say, "old
enough to bleed, old enough to breed?" She looked so young, but
obviously she had reached puberty.
"Bonnie, so...you'll be in seventh grade?" I asked quietly.
"Uh-huh..." she whispered, still arranging something in the crib.
"So you'll be, what...um, thirteen?"
She looked up and smiled. "I just turned thirteen!" Her attention
shifted back to the baby.
My heart sank. She was, like, REALLY young.
I wondered if any boy had nailed her yet. I doubted it.
I wondered if she'd like it if one did. I doubted that, too.
I remembered the glimpse of her adolescent cleavage that I had seen in
the restaurant. I again turned to look at her as she was facing
away.
The cotton skirt was cut just above her knees, with clunky black boots
that are in style right now. Her ass was pretty damned small, but I
could see her buttock muscles clearly as they moved beneath the skirt.
Her calves were firm, wrapped by the top of her laced-up boots. She
was skinny, but getting the curves that define a woman. My dick was
getting hard, just thinking about the forbidden nature of messing
around with something as young as her. She was clearly a rather
innocent girl, though, and was way too young for me. I wasn't sure
how she would take it if I came on to her, either.
I wished that I could just ask her "Pardon me, but may I please borrow
your mouth for a moment to expel some sperm?" but I knew that would be
impossible. If she was going to give it up, I'd probably have to
seduce her.
I thought some more as I waited...it would be kind of fun just to feel
her up, even if I didn't get laid. I thought about rubbing her little
slit with my hand.
God, I was horny, but I had never fooled around with a girl even close
to her age. I had never seriously given it thought before, since it
seemed like kind of a perverted thing to do. Illegal, too.
"There's a first time for everything, though," I thought. I looked at
my watch. It was only six forty-five, so we still had almost three
hours before her mom came home.
As Bonnie finally put the baby to bed, she turned and walked towards
me. I stood up.
"Thanks, Clint," she said. She looked relieved that the baby was
finally quiet.
"You're welcome, Bonnie," I smiled as I moved closer to her. My arm
went around her waist, and I slowly moved my lips towards hers. She
was tall for her age, maybe five feet, so I didn't have to bend far to
meet her face.
She looked like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights, afraid but
paralyzed. As my lips pressed against hers, she snapped out of it and
tried to pull away.
"No!...Um, you'd better go now, Clint!" she said, pushing against my
arms. She was blushing and embarrassed, not meeting my eyes.
I pulled her against me, trapping her arms between us. She felt
really good. My hand was behind her head, pressing her mouth against
mine, and I felt her teeth against my probing tongue. My other hand
went to her lower back, and I pulled her waist towards me.
"C'mon, Bonnie...," I said, "Let's get to know each other."
Her head went to the side, avoiding my mouth.
"NO!," she said. "Just get out of here! Let me go!..." She pushed
against me with her arms.
Something kind of snapped in me, then.
I pulled her towards the bed, pressing her ass against me as she tried
to resist. Soon she was on the mattress, underneath my body, her arms
still pinned. My legs were on top of hers, holding them down. I
grabbed one of her wrists and held it in a lock, freeing my other
hand.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself,
either.
"Get off! Just get off of me!" she yelled.
I tightened up on her wrist until she winced in pain.
"Look, Bonnie. No yelling, OK? I just want to see your tits, then
I'll let you go. I'm sorry to do this, but I need what Jennifer
wouldn't give me, OK?"
She was starting to cry, now. "Just let me go, Clint!...NOW, or I'll
tell..." Her voice grew softer as I tightened the grip on her wrist.
She tried a different tactic. "Um...Please?," she begged, sniffling.
"Just leave, please?"
I ignored her as I began tugging her blouse from around her skirt.
She started to really cry, then, but a little pressure on her wrists
turned it into a quiet whimper. She sobbed silently to herself as I
freed her blouse. I slowly lifted it up, exposing her perfectly flat
tummy and bellybutton. As I lifted the blouse and her small bra over
her breasts, her sobbing grew louder.
I stopped momentarily, looking at her tits. They were almost the size
of golf balls, without even a hint of a crease underneath them. Her
slightly darker nipples looked monstrously huge against her small
breasts, like reverse snow-covered volcanoes. I was amazed at how
sensual they looked. Her face was turned away, crying and ashamed.
As I bent down, devouring her tiny breasts with my mouth, she
squirmed, trying to get away. Irritated by my razor stubble, her
nipples began to grow red, standing like pencil erasers as I sucked on
them. I could stick a whole tit in my mouth, easily, but they were
much too small to pull together in the middle.
I unbuttoned my shirt with my free hand as I moved, licking her tits
and neck, finally forcing my tongue against her locked teeth.
Rubbing my chest against hers, I could feel her bare belly and nipples
against me, slick from my saliva. My dick felt like a painful steel
rod, straining against the fabric of my pants.
I lifted the blouse around her neck and pulled it up around her head,
trapping her arms above her. I tightened the blouse against her
elbows with my left hand, immobilizing them. Her glasses had been
knocked off, and I gently put them back on with my right hand.
Looking her over, I could see the slightest bit of hair under her
arms. I nuzzled her neck and collarbone, marveling at the delicate
thinness. Her skin was beautifully smooth, like porcelain, and I
caressed it with my lips. A tiny gold chain was around her neck, with
a small locket that almost reached between her breasts.
She had been crying and begging for several minutes. I stopped
momentarily to listen to what she was saying.
"Can we stop, now, please?" she pleaded through tears.
"You...you...saw...now, so stop...please?" She was begging me to
listen.
I looked up, locking eyes with her. She watched me, afraid, as I
looked at her young face, down her slender neck to her pristine
breasts, and to her visible ribs heaving with each intake of air.
"I swear, Clint...," she sobbed. "Just stop...stop now, and I swear I
won't tell..."
I probably should have stopped there and just jacked off on her
stomach. I knew that if I continued, it would traumatize her, but I
wanted her more than anything else right then. Like an animal, I
went with my instincts.
I forced my leg between hers, prying her knees apart. She was trying
to keep them closed, but I overpowered here easily.
Trembling with forbidden anticipation, my right hand lifted her skirt.
I put my thumb on the outside of her panties, directly against her
vagina. She gasped in fear.
"Have you ever been fucked, Bonnie?" I asked.
I knew the answer but asked anyway, wanting to see her reaction.
The question jolted her; she began to struggle violently, shouting
"NO!...NO!..." loudly through her tears. She struggled hard against
my hold, and I was afraid I would lose control of her.
I quickly grabbed her face with my right hand, squeezing her cheeks.
Her eyes opened wide and she froze again, with huge tears rolling down
her face.
"Now listen, sweetie," I said in a calm but sure voice, squeezing her
cheeks against her teeth. "You may not like this, and I'm sorry. If
you don't do EXACTLY what I say, though, you'll wish you had. Do you
understand?"
She was really crying now, making it hard to understand her.
"No...please God don't...I...I…don't want to do this...I don't want
to...just let me go, please...God...no.."
I shifted my weight and pulled down her panties, tearing them as I
yanked them over one of her boots. Since I was still holding her
arms firmly in the blouse, I had to do it with one hand.
Her boots were lace-up, and I decided that they'd be too much trouble
to take off. Since I wanted her as quickly as possible, I left them
on. I let her panties dangle off of one leg, then started to pull
down my own pants and underwear. It seemed to take forever, since I
was still carefully holding her arms in the blouse above her head with
my left hand.
She was praying now with her eyes closed. She opened them
momentarily, only to catch a glimpse of my stiff penis as I lifted her
skirt past her waist. This caused her gasp, then wail, as she
realized what was going to happen. I grabbed her face again, and with
a sharp intake of breath she was back to her silent sobbing.
I felt giddy looking down, knowing I was the first man to lay eyes on
her vagina. It was just a thin furrow of black hair around a pink
crease, strongly visible against the absolute whiteness of her
perfectly smooth thighs. Her body was heartbreakingly beautiful, and
I was trembling in the anticipation of getting inside of her. I was
relieved to see some hair, because it indicated that she was
physically mature enough for this, even if just barely.
"Clint...please, no..." she begged through sobs. "I don't want to get
pregnant...please don't, don't..."
"I won't get you pregnant, Bonnie," I said.
"But you can...especially now...and..." she started sobbing again, so
it was hard to understand her. "..and...please don't...they told us,
in school...and...and...and I'm in between periods...I really am, I
swear...that's when girls get...p...p...pregnant, like Jennifer
did...PLEASE don't...I don't want to, Clint..."
"Smart girl," I thought.
She knew that she was probably ovulating. That was bad luck for her,
but my need for sexual relief was unbearable. The fact that she could
possibly get pregnant made it all that more titillating.
I looked her over again, savoring the view. Bonnie was beautiful, and
I had her all to myself. She was completely stripped except for her
boots, the skirt bunched around her waist, and the blouse that was
keeping her arms over her head. I wasn't sure if I would consider her
a child; her body attracted me with the same sexual urge as any woman
I'd ever wanted. More, even.
I rubbed the shaft of my penis against her vagina, causing her to beg
me again to stop. The expression on her face was one of sheer terror.
Bonnie's vagina was dry. I was definitely going to fuck her, but
didn't want to cause any more pain than necessary. That's when I had
an idea.
I groped the top of the dresser and found the tube of hand lotion that
I had seen earlier. Shaking from excitement, I squeezed a dollop on
her stomach, then took half of it and rubbed it on my penis. I was
so horny that I had to be careful how I stroked myself...I could have
cum right there.
The rest of the lotion I spread on her vagina. As she sobbed
uncontrollably, I rubbed inside of her vaginal lips with my thumb,
lubricating her up to my first knuckle. She struggled and cried as
my thumb violated her, but pressure with my other hand made her lay
still. It felt so good to touch her that I rubbed lotion on her
thighs and stomach, feeling the child-like smoothness of her skin.
Spreading her legs wider with my knees, I guided my throbbing penis
towards her vaginal opening. The palm of my right hand pushed down
against her hip, immobilizing her pelvis against the bed as she moved
away.
I was ready. Bonnie was still trying to awaken from her nightmare.
"Please...please, No... Clint...oh God, please, just stop and I'll do
ANYTHING and never tell...I've never done this...please, I'll
get...get...pregnant!...oh my God...stop!" It was hard to understand
her since her nose was stopped up by the crying.
Her eyes squeezed shut, and she let out deep moans of disbelieving
terror as the head of my penis began to enter her. She again tried to
move her body away and close her legs, but her actions were futile.
I penetrated her gently, taking several tiny strokes. I then began
going in-and-out, slowly, probing slightly deeper each time. It felt
like I was trying to put on a glove that was several sizes too small,
but she was slowly stretching to accommodate me. I was amazed at the
tightness of her vagina, which involuntarily clamped on my penis even
as I pulled back. As I pushed slightly deeper each time, Bonnie again
thrashed backwards into the mattress, trying to get away from me.
She started to scream, but pressure on her hands cut it short.
Taking her virginity wasn't nearly as difficult as I had imagined. I
finally felt something give on an inward stroke and Bonnie bucked,
arching her back and crying out in pain. I'm sure that she realized
what had happened, and the shock of losing her hymen was too much for
her to suppress the emotional cries. I quickly pushed down and buried
myself inside of her, going deeper than I had anticipated.
The sudden full penetration produced an even more spectacular reaction
from Bonnie. Her back arched higher, lifting us both up slightly, and
her boots kicked repeatedly against the small of my back as she tried
to throw me off. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling as she groaned
in disbelief.
I had to grab her face again when she began screaming too loud.
"Look, just shut up and this'll be over soon, OK?" I told her. I
could feel my orgasm building.
She finally quieted down, still sobbing about getting pregnant. This
pregnancy thing really seemed to scare her.
I had another idea.
"Bonnie, do you want me to put my sperm inside of you?"
She reacted as I expected, terrified. Sort of a repeat of her
previous bucking.
"No!...I'll get pregnant!...NO!...NO!...please!...no, God!...anything
but...oh, God...just STOP, now, stop..." she continued, really getting
out of control.
"Then look at me!," I said. I held her face with my hand, her eyes
just inches away, and waited for her to calm down. It took a few
seconds before she was coherent.
"If you do EXACTLY as I say, and be quiet, I won't get you pregnant...
but if you don't do what I say, I'll put sperm so deep inside of you
that you can't help but to get knocked up, OK?"
She was completely defeated. She had no choice, and we both knew it.
She nodded through her tears, unwillingly and almost imperceptibly.
Her vagina still felt unbelievably tight around my entire cock. I
didn't know how long I could hold back an orgasm.
"Lift up your legs, and wrap them around my back," I told her.
She lifted her knees slightly, then dropped them.
She whispered, "...no...please...it...it...hurts...just stop, and I
won't tell anyone, I swear...please don't...make me do this..."
"Fine, then, I'll get you pregnant.." I started pistoning in and out
quickly, slamming her on each inward stroke. It didn't matter to me,
because I was more than ready to cum, anyway.
Bonnie sobbed, raising her knees straight up and putting her boots
high against my back. I was kind of surprised that she had obeyed,
but it gave me a feeling of control.
"Higher, and cross them behind me."
She was slow, so I slammed her again, and she complied.
"Now pull your knees back, towards your body. All the way."
She obeyed. The full weight of my body was pressing my pelvis against
hers, and I went deeper inside of her as she slowly pulled back her
knees further than I had hoped. I felt my cock bottom out as her
long, thin thighs became level with the bed, her knees barely touching
her shoulders.
Bonnie involuntarily jerked in pain when I bottomed out inside of her.
I withdrew, slightly, and kissed her on her forehead.
"Man, she's limber," I thought.
I was really having trouble holding back, but wanted it just right.
"Pull your legs tight. Like you're trying to squeeze me, hard."
She was afraid, of course. I had to reassure her.
"Go on, Bonnie – I'll be careful to not go so deep, again."
She did.
"Harder."
She pulled tighter. She had surprisingly strong legs, and I could
feel her taught calves squeezing hard against my sides and back.
I couldn't believe how good it felt. I wanted her, completely.
"Now I'm going to let your arms free, but if you try to push me away
or misbehave, I'll make a baby inside of you, understand?"
She nodded. Her eyes winced against the pain and degradation, and I
pulled her blouse from behind her head, freeing her arms.
I really liked her hair. "Let your hair loose," I told her.
She reached back slowly , still sobbing and begging me to stop, but
she quickly undid the barrette holding her ponytail.
"Pull your hair around your shoulder," I commanded.
Her tits jiggled slightly as she lifted up to pull her hair from
underneath her back. She moaned in anguish as the movement caused my
penis to shift slightly inside of her. Her hair was thick and black,
and fell across her left shoulder between her breasts, almost touching
her ribs.
She put her arms back, the exquisite whiteness of her left wrist
contrasting against her cascading hair. I noticed then that her
nails were perfect, too--a natural shade, with clean tips.
"God," I thought. "What is there NOT to like about this?"
I pulled her arms up--they were almost birdlike in their exquisite
thinness--and put them around my neck. She knew to keep them there.
"Good girl," I whispered in her ear. I inhaled the scent of her hair,
clean and floral.
I started stroking in and out slowly. It felt much better this time,
almost like a voluntary fuck on her part, except for her continuous
whimpering. The lotion made our bodies slide together on each stroke,
heightening the experience for me.
I was having trouble holding back my climax. I just needed one more
thing to make it perfect.
"Open your mouth and tongue-kiss me," I told her.
Her mouth opened, but quickly closed when she felt my tongue probing
inside.
Grabbing her ass with one hand and her head with another, I slammed
her with all my might, forcing my penis as deep as I could. I felt my
penis head hit hard against something inside again--her cervix,
maybe?--and she shrieked in pain.
"I said, 'open your mouth and tongue-kiss me.'"
Her mouth opened, her small pink tongue extended. I sucked on it,
looking at her tear-stained face. Her eyes were closed tight again.
I was now thrusting hard, as deep as I desired. Her developing
breasts were erect beneath my chest, and my tongue probed her
unwilling mouth as my penis took her vagina. This was so wrong, yet
felt so good. It was a combination of intense lust coupled with
intense power. I knew that this young thing was not yet supposed to
be a sex object, but I was raping the hell out of her anyway. I knew
that I would get away with it, too.
I buried my face in her hair as I felt my orgasm coming on strong.
She began to plead with me again, her breath cutting short with the
pain of each inward stroke. I was slamming her harder as I approached
orgasm, grinding her ass into the mattress. I wasn't holding back any
as I tried to push deeper inside of her.
"C...Clint...just please sto...stop. Please, it hu...hurts...
don't...I'll get...p...p...pregnant...oh G...God...S..STOP!..."
Bonnie gasped in pain as my hands reached up and pushed on her knees,
pressing them hard against her shoulders. She was nearly folded in
half.
"I promise I won't get you pregnant, Bonnie," I lied hoarsely in her
ear.
The universe contracted to a point that encompassed only our two sex
organs, and I buried myself inside of her, rutting the head against
her tender cervix with all of my might. I quickly slid one hand down
to her small tight buttocks, grabbing her ass and forcing it up
against my scrotum, while I pressed our bodies together with the force
of my weight. As she screamed in pain, her boots flailing against my
back, my body convulsed.
As my back involuntarily straightened, I felt the first stream of
sperm transfer to her body in a strong initial spurt, going deeper
inside of her than I had thought possible.
It was animalistic, really, going to the very core of my being.
I knew that this girl, almost a child herself, was nonetheless
physically capable of having my child. Oblivious to her pain, I
continued harshly, instinctually injecting my semen as deep as
possible inside of her.
When I was done, I lay on top and let my penis became flaccid. She
still kept her mouth open, not realizing that I was finished, and I
played with my tongue against hers. As I recovered from my orgasm, I
pulled her legs down and nuzzled her neck, ears, and armpits, inhaling
the scent of her body. I didn't want to get up, because I knew that
I would never get to have her again. I wanted to keep her, to make
her mine every night.
I reluctantly pulled out of her as she broke into sobs, and I wiped my
penis on the skirt bunched around her waist. Her vagina, which had
appeared so clean just a short time ago, was now a swollen mess.
I got up. Bonnie remained in bed, legs and arms drawn up tight,
crying uncontrollably.
As I found my shirt and put it on, I looked at her. Her eyes opened,
only slightly.
"We're done now. Go to the bathroom and clean up," I ordered.
She slowly rose, her face in shock. She gathered her clothes and
stood hunched over, holding her lower abdomen. Her breasts, still
irritated and red, stood out like small cones. As she haltingly
walked to the bathroom, the spreading pink stain of lotion, sperm, and
virginal blood on the back of her skirt made it cling to her upper
buttocks.
"I should have taken her there, too," I thought as I watched her ass
move beneath the wet fabric, topping off a perfect set of legs. I
still couldn't believe that her thin body had taken me all of the way.
Halfway to the bathroom, she hesitated, confused. The sensation of
semen slowly leaking from her vagina seemed to startle her.
With a stunned expression, she turned and looked at me, shaking her
head 'No.' She opened her mouth, "Did you...did you...do it
inside...?" she whispered, afraid of the answer.
I nodded, and watched the look of anguished horror begin to spread on
her face as the shock hit her. She grimaced, sobbing uncontrollably,
and I heard wails of despair as the bathroom door locked.
When the shower came on, I silently walked out.
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