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The Man Next Door
by Norm DePloom (NormDePloom@hotmail.com)
***
An innocent teenage girl decides to walk on the wild
side one afternoon while home along sunbathing in the
back yard. She masturbates in the breezy afternoon and
is apparently spied on doing so, by the man next door. A
man who decided to take advantage of her with the
pictures he took of her doing it. (M/f-teen, underage,
nc, rp, oral, anal, huml, blkmail, toys)
***
Back a long time ago, when I had just turned fourteen, I
had a... well shall we say... an interesting experience
with the man who lived next door. 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 air 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
boyfriend took her to.
After laying in the warm sun and reading for awhile, it
only seemed natural to slip my hand down inside my swim
suite bottoms and playing with myself for a few minutes.
I ran my finger up and down my wet cunt lips. I couldn't
believe how wet I was. My fingers slipped over my hot
wet flesh with ease. I gently rubbed my clit until it
throbbed then sank my finger gently into my wet pussy.
Back then I never would have thought of it as my pussy,
or my cunt. If forced I probably would have just said
'down there'.
They sure did refer it as her pussy and cunt in the book
though. I just got to the part where they examined her
and the man wanted to fuck her up the ass. In all of my
fourteen years I'd never dreamed of anybody wanting to
do that. I had a sort of 'eww yuck' and 'oh my god'
feeling combined.
I looked around the backyard then gave into the desire
and pulled my swimsuit off. I loved the deliciously
'naughty' feeling of being naked in the back yard, the
warm sun on my skin, the cool air making my nipples hard
and my finger plunging into my wet cunt faster and
faster as I read about the men taking turns fucking O's
ass.
I came over and over as I read the book. I had only been
'doing it' to myself for a few months, but had learned
to cum quietly since my brother's room and parent's room
were right beside mine. I don't remember how many times
I came before I decided I'd better get dressed and put
the book away.
As I went into the kitchen and looked around for a snack
I decided I would definitely read more of 'The Story of
O' the next day. I did it three times in bed that night
before I finally fell asleep. Each time I came I'd relax
and start to go to sleep when the image of O tied up and
being fucked would come into my mind and I'd start
fingering myself again.
My friends and my teachers asked me if something was
wrong the next day. I guess I had a 'faraway' look about
me. I couldn't stop thinking about that book and what
they were doing to that woman.
By lunchtime I had to take my panties off because they
were so wet. I stuck them in the bottom of my backpack.
I had never gone without panties before and the feel of
cool spring air stirring around my upper thighs and cunt
was strange and delightful.
I almost ran home wanting to get the book and finger my
wet cunt while I read more of O's domination and
humiliation. I paused on the front porch to get the mail
from the mailbox and froze in my tracks. There was an
envelope with my name typed on it. There was no return
address and no stamp on the envelope. A terrible
premonition flowed over and through me. I just knew 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 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
suit 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 said. 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 said in a shaky
voice. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down on
the couch.
"Don't you want to know what you're 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 then, 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're 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 knew 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 it 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 cumming." 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 knew I was
going to be cumming 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 an 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 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 nonstop 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 cumming 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 'OHGODOHGOD!' 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 myself 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 own self
respect required me to do my best to keep his dirty cock
out of my mouth. Even thought I knew 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 cumming. 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 said 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.
I 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 dad's 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
said, 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 cumming as soon as I pretended my
Daddy was touching me. I could almost feel him laying
beside me, stroking my clit and whispering in my ear
telling how nice and juicy my cunt is.
Each time I came it seemed to only add to my excitement
instead of satisfying it. I came over and over. Slowly
the man next door slipped into the back ground as I
imagined my daddy doing nastier and nastier things to me
and to my cunt. Finally I came so hard I thought I would
pass out when, in my mind, my daddy was finally climbing
on top of me and pushing his cock into the place where
the neighbors had been.
When the excitement of the orgasm passed, I turned out
the light, pulled the cover over me, rolled up into a
ball and sobbed. What kind of ugly perverted little slut
was I becoming I asked myself over and over, to imagine
that my daddy would do that to me.
I don't remember going to sleep, but suddenly it was the
next morning. I took my shower then went back into my
room to dress. I carefully picked out the most 'modest'
panties I had. The first day had been a new experience,
the second day without panties had been an adventure,
but today I wanted to do everything I could to not feel
like a slut. I dressed much more modestly than I usually
did and, after eating breakfast, headed for school.
All day at school I was plagued by images of what had
been done to me the day before. What had been done to
me, what I had done and what I had imagined being done
to me. No matter how hard I tried not to think of these
things, they kept popping into my mind, and every time
they did I was left wetter than the last time. I kept
resolving all day long that I would not go over to that
perverted monster's house after school. He could just do
whatever he wanted to with those pictures, they weren't
that bad.
When I got home, I started working around the house,
firm in my determination to not give into his demands.
After I'd been there for about ten minutes the phone
rang. I told myself not to answer it, but after about
the twentieth ring I picked it up.
"So, lil slut, you've decided you want me to give these
pictures out to everybody?" He asked. The tone of threat
in his voice scared me. Scared me and set my cunt on
fire, but I stuck to my guns.
"I don't care what you do with those pictures," I said
with faigned confidence. "My parent's will understand
when I tell them what happened." I suddenly had what
seemed to be a great idea, "and you will go to jail when
they see those pictures." I smiled to myself, I really
thought I had him. Until I was chilled by the sound of
his laughter.
"I think my lil rape toy better come see the video I
made last night before she decides to disobey me." Then
there was the click of him hanging up the phone.
He didn't even wait for me to answer. It only took me
about thirty seconds to decide that I'd better see what
he had before I did anything I would regret. I went over
to his house having resolved that I would not give into
him no matter what was on the video. It never occurred
to me that if it really did not matter what was on the
video, I would never go over there.
The door opened just as I was about to knock on it and
he pulled me into his house and closed the door. He
pushed me into the center of the room, I almost tripped
over the coffee table, then caught my balance and stood
up.
"Strip, slut!" he ordered gruffly. I folded my arms over
my breasts and shook my head 'no'. "Strip those clothes
off, bitch, unless you want them torn off like I did
yesterday." He looked at my quizzically "how many
outfits can you afford to have torn up?" he asked. He
had a point, so I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it
fall to the floor. I took off my skirt, but left on my
bra and panties.
"Buck naked, bitch," he said to me.
I gave in and took off my bra and panties. I mean, after
all, it's not like he hadn't already seen me that way. I
stood there, naked, and watched as he stripped off his
clothes. I was red with embarrassment and crying again,
disappointed in how quickly my resolve not to come over
here had evaporated. His cock was already hard and
sticking out from his pubic hair. He sat on the couch
and pulled me over to stand between his legs like he had
before.
"Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you
today?" he asked in a cold, even, matter-of-fact tone of
voice. Without waiting for a reply he continued. "I'm
going to fuck you up your tight little ass while we
watch the video of you fucking yourself last night." He
finished with a grin as he slipped his hand between my
legs and pushed one of his fingers inside my already wet
cunt. He put his other hand on the back of my neck and
pulled my head down until we were face to face staring
into each other's eyes.
"There are two ways we can do this," he explained as he
fucked my cunt with his finger, "you can bend over and
let me lubricate your asshole, then cooperate with my
fucking you. Or he began to grin you can try to fight me
off. If you do that I will carry you into the bed and
hold you down while I rape your ass."
His grin demonstrated which option he preferred. I gave
it a quick consideration and decided that getting fucked
up the ass was probably going to be painful enough
without being slapped around and abused at the same
time.
"OK," I mumbled, 'I'll cooperate with you." I'm not sure
the mental pain of 'volunteering' to be a slut wasn't
worse than the physical pain of having my ass hole raped
would have been. He had me turn around, then lean over
with my hands resting on my knees. He had me separate my
legs and bend my knees slightly so he'd have better
access to me.
Suddenly the TV came on and I was watching a picture of
myself undressing in front of the open window while he
slipped his lubricated finger into my virgin ass. I
don't know which was worse, watching myself be a slut on
video tape, or having this man fuck my ass with his
fingers. Just as my image on the TV finished caressing
her own breasts and cunt, and walked over to the bed,
the man announced that all was ready.
He held me with a hand on each side of my waist as he
pulled me down onto his large glistening cock. I was
watching myself rub the head of the rubber cock up and
down my wet cunt lips on the video as his cock began to
push against my sphincter muscle. I was mesmerized by
the sight of my cunt on the TV screen. I could see the
fuck juice and cum transferring from my cunt lips to the
head of the rubber cock.
He began pushing his cock into my ass at the same time I
started pushing the rubber cock into my cunt on the TV.
I felt a searing pain as his cock pushed into my ass. I
cried out, sobbing and begging him to stop. I grabbed
his wrists and tried to push myself up off his hard
cock, but he was so much stronger than I was. It all
proved useless. I couldn't stop him as he pulled me down
onto his rigid pole. The more I screamed and yelled, the
more I begged him to stop, the more I struggled and
tried to get away, the bigger his grin got as he pushed
himself deeper and deeper into my virgin ass.
After what seemed like a torturous hour I finally felt
his pubic hair grinding against my butt and new that he
was all the way inside my poor stretched ass. He let me
just sit on him for a few minutes and rest while we
watched me fucking myself on the TV and my ass got used
to being stretched almost to the point of ripping.
Tears were streaming down my face but even with all this
pain, even with the humiliation of watching myself be a
slut with the rubber cock, I began to feel my juices
flow once again. He reached around and began to finger
my cunt and my clit while he let his huge hard cock rest
inside my tight ass.
He stroked my clit and finger fucked my cunt with one
hand while he pinched my nipples and mauled my breasts
with the other. He was not being gentle with either
hand, but I was once again discovering that when I was
in the 'slut zone' my body would react to pain with
increased wetness and multiple orgasms. Without any
conscious intent on my part my hips began a slow back
and forth motion rocking my ass on his hard cock.
The almost unbearable pain had become first a bearable
'fullness' then, slowly a very erotic presence in my
asshole. I had a small little 'pre-cum' orgasm, Just
enough to spasm my cunt on his fingers and drench them
with cunt juice. As soon as he felt my cunt grab at his
fingers he pulled his cock a couple of inches out of my
ass, then pushed it back in.
"OH FUCK!" 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. As he fucked my ass on and off along with
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 yourself 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 yourself
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 cumming over and over. Surprisingly I must
have dozed off, the next thing I knew 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," h saied.
"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 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 myself 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 than ever. Once dressed, I ran
home and threw myself 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
red clear down to my stomach. I just knew that he knew
what I had been doing. Maybe not the details, but he
knew 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 night's 'show'.
"That's quite a show you put on last night, slut," he
said as my image began to gyrate around in front of the
window while I stripped off my clothes. My humiliation
was complete. I looked a hundred times sluttier than I
ever imagined. I watched myself fucking myself on the
rubber cock and rubbing my tits on the glass while he
fucked my cunt in time with the action on the screen.
"You're quite the little whore, aren't you?" he asked as
he pulled and pushed on the butt plug as he fucked
harder and harder into my cunt. He grabbed my waist and
pulled me tight up against his body. I could feel his
cock jerk and twitch inside me his cum filled my cunt.
"I'm going to have so much fun fucking you all day," he
said as he let his cock slip out of me. I was still
crying, I was nothing more than a fuck toy to him. Still
holding me bent over the table he pulled the but plug
from my ass, then let me stand up. He handed me the butt
plug.
"Go wash this," he ordered. I walked into his bathroom
and soaped my hands then washed the butt plug. I rinsed
it then carried it back into his front room. While I was
gone he had cleaned everything off the coffee table.
"Lay here." He ordered pointing to the table. I lay down
on the tabletop and waited for further instructions. He
disappeared into his bedroom for a second, then came
back with another rubber cock. It was even bigger than
the one he had given me to take home. He pulled a chair
over to the end of the table and pulled me down until my
butt was almost hanging over the edge.
"I want to see my fuck slave do herself up close and
personal," he said as he held out the rubber cock.
I wanted to get up and run home. I wanted to lock myself
in my room and never come out. What is this 'fuck slave'
shit, I thought as I reached out and took the rubber
cock from him. I'm not his 'fuck slave'; I'm just doing
this until I get the pictures back. Despite my silent
protests, I meekly pushed the rubber cock into my just
fucked cunt and began to work it in and out.
As I fucked the cock in and out of my cunt he leaned
closer until I was almost hitting his nose with my hand
with every outstroke. I watched between my legs as he
stroked his cum and cunt juice covered cock into
hardness again.
"Work it, bitch, work it." He said softly as he watched
me fuck myself. I was just beginning to feel a little
excited when the cordless phone rang. I froze and looked
at him with terror in my eyes. He put his hand on my
wrist to keep me from pulling the rubber cock from my
cunt.
"You will continue to fuck yourself while you talk to
whoever it is calling you." He instructed me. "If you
stop fucking yourself I will take the phone and tell the
person on the other end exactly what you are doing." He
paused while he picked up the cordless phone. "Do you
understand?" He waited while I nodded 'yes' then pushed
the button on the phone and handed it to me.
"Hello." I said. He tapped my wrist to remind me to
start fucking myself again. I began to stroke the rubber
cock in and out of my cunt while I listened on the
phone. "It's ok mom don't worry about
it...no...everything is OK...I just rushed from my room
to answer the phone..." just at that point he grabbed my
clit between his thumb and finger and began to squeeze
it as he stroked it roughly. An involuntary "..Uuhh..."
came out of my mouth. "...no, nah...ho, ma...om I'm
ok...I just bumped my Ta...OHH, on the table leg."
I closed my eyes and listened to my mother's concerned
voice as I fucked my own cunt with the rubber cock and
he pinched and pulled on my clit. I felt so dirty and
perverted talking to her on the phone while this was
happening. With those feelings my cunt began to spasm
and I just knew that I was going to cum soon and if I
didn't get mom off the phone she was going to hear me
cum.
"Every things fine mom," I assured her, using all my
will power to keep my voice from revealing what was
happening between my legs, "I need to lay back down
now...Yea mom, I love you too." I managed to hold of the
orgasm long enough to push the button on the phone,
making sure my mom was disconnected. Then I let the
phone slip from my hand and land on the floor as my body
began to undulate on the table and a loud moan came from
somewhere deep inside me.
"AHHH! GODAMMIT SHIT, FUCK MEEE! FUCKMEFUCKME!!" I was
now using both hands to fuck the rubber cock in and out
of my aching cunt just as hard and as fast as I could.
He was pulling on my clit so hard I thought he was going
to pull it off.
Every muscle in my body felt like it was going to cramp
forever. "OHSHIT! OHSHIT! OHSHIT! OHSHIT!" I just kept
saying that over and over. My mind blanked out. It was
the most painful/pleasurable cum I'd ever had up to that
point.
Without even waiting for my orgasm to finish he pushed
my legs up and apart as far as they would go and pushed
his now re-hardened cock into my ass. I was still
hanging onto the rubber cock in my cunt as his real cock
forced my ass open and slipped inside me. He pushed my
hands away from the rubber cock and fiddled with the end
of it. Suddenly it seemed to come alive inside me. I
could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body.
He pushed the now buzzing rubber cock as far as it would
go into my cunt, only stopping when its base was pushed
up against my clit. I couldn't tell if the vibrating
base of the cock pushed up against my clit made it hurt,
or made it feel good. Somehow it seemed to do both at
the same time. He began to pound his cock into my ass
with a fierce concentration that was almost scary. I
could tell this was going to be a long fuck.
And, wouldn't you know it, shortly after he had his hip-
pounding fuck rhythm set up that damn cordless phone
rang again. He didn't even slow down as I groped around
under me trying to find the ringing phone. My whole body
was shaking from his pounding ass fuck and vibrating
from the rubber cock buzzing in my cunt when I pushed
the button on the phone and answered it.
"Hullow." I managed to get out. It was my dad this time,
calling to check up on his little girl. "I... uh... I'm
doing... fine... dadeee..." I looked up and he was
grinning at me as he watched me talking to my daddy on
the phone as he fucked in and out of my ass.
"Yea, daddy, I... um... not... feeling... too bad," I
managed to get out. I had felt really dirty and nasty
talking to my mother while I was fucking myself with the
rubber cock, but it was different with my daddy.
I could almost feel my cunt clamping down on the rubber
cock as I listened to my daddy's deep voice over the
phone. I'd never realized how totally sexy my daddy's
voice was. I don't think I'll ever be able to hear my
daddy's voice again without getting wet between my legs.
"I'm dooooing okay, dadddddy. How are you?" I realized
that I was intentionally keeping him on the phone,
keeping him talking so I could listen to his deep sexy
voice while the neighbor fucked my ass. I listened while
my daddy told me how is morning was going, then said
goodbye.
"Bye bye daddy, I love you." I don't think I ever said
'I love you' to my daddy in quite that way before. The
phone slipped from my hand again and I closed my eyes. I
imagined that it was my daddy fucking me instead of the
neighbor. I kind of 'zoned out' at that time, going
through a set of almost continues orgasms, each one more
intense that the previous. They got so strong that they
scared me.
The cock fucking in and out of my ass seemed to last
forever. I was lost in the tremendous series of cums and
sometime later realized I was lying on the table with my
legs draped over the end and nobody fucking me. A wave
of disappointment that I was no longer being fucked
washed over me, along with a wave of humiliation from
the memory of how I had imagined my daddy fucking me. I
couldn't help it, I started crying again. How could I
imagine such things about my daddy?
I sat up on the coffee table and found myself sitting in
a large sticky puddle of cum and cunt juice that had
collected under me during the marathon ass fuck. I
looked around the room, and saw that I was alone. I
stood up and walked toward the door I heard noise coming
from. I found myself in his kitchen. He was working at
the counter. He seemed to sense my presents and turned
around.
"Hey sleepy slut." he said in an almost affectionate
tone of voice, "you ready for some lunch?" Seeing his
naked body reminded me that I was still naked also. "Sit
down." He indicated a chair at the kitchen table. "I've
just finished making us some ham and cheese on rye
sandwiches." I sat down. He walked across the room and
sat a plate with a sandwich on it in front of me. He sat
the other plate in front of the chair across from mine
then went to the refrigerator and got two cokes for us
to drink. Returning to the table, he sat down and looked
at me. I, of course blushed.
"Eat up," he said, pushing my plate a little closer to
me. "You've got to build up your strength for this
afternoon's activities."
He finished with a wink and a grin that sent chills down
my spine. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite of
it. I couldn't really understand why, but just the
casual nakedness of us sitting at the table eating
without clothes on embarrassed me more that having him
fuck me.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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