One morning I was woken by a phone call from Janet, she had a huge favour to ask of me, I teased her about how I'd look for repayment but she didn't catch my tone. The favour was, could I take some time off work and look after Adele who was ill and unable to go to school. Janet explained she'd taken so much time off work after her break up she feared she'd get the sack if she cancelled yet another set of appointments. I told her to calm down, get herself off to work and I'd sort something out. I could, but only a half day, I didn't worry Janet with this and thought what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Janet dropped a set of keys into my apartment on her way to work, I reassured her I'd get around to her house as soon as possible.

As soon as possible was nearly 1pm by the time I got out of work and traveled back homewards. As I approached Janet's house I smiled to see Adele's curtains closed. I thought "Poor girl, she must really be ill if she is still in bed." I didn't even ring the bell, I just let myself in so as not to disturb Adele. I crept around the house for a few minutes, wishing Janet was there with me. I picked up photos of Janet and her children and smiled back at the happy faces.

Adele was so like her mother, an olive skinned, slim brunette, and I sighed to myself wondering what might have been if I'd met Janet when she was 15, the age her eldest daughter was now. I looked at Adele in the photo, it must have been taken when she first moved to the area, she was about 11 then, a happy girl, but now she was always distant, cold, aloof and a not very pleasant teenager. Poor Janet I thought, and there was still young Nikki to reach that teenage phase.

I heard a noise from upstairs, the sound of footsteps going from one room to another. When I heard the toilet flush being used I went to the bottom of the stairs and waited for Adele to appear. My happy, welcoming face soon dropped when I saw it wasn't Adele.

"Hello Bill, Janet never said you were coming as well." I said referring to looking after Adele. It was only then that I felt I'd been hit by a bus. Bill's shirt was unbuttoned, and as I rushed up the stairs he dived into Adele's room.

"It's not what it seems!" he blurted as he hopped from one foot to another pulling his trousers on and glancing across to Adele. I didn't know what my next question should be 'how does it seem?' or 'Adele, are you OK?' I called Bill a bastard and told him to get out of the house. Adele looked petrified when I turned to her as the cowardly Bill left the 15-year-old girl to explain.

"You won't tell mum will you?" she asked nervously as she gripped the quilt to her face. I shouted at her, demanding to know if Bill had hurt her, I was still so concerned for her. "No, of course he didn't hurt me, Bill loves me. We're not stupid you know, we use a condom."

"We use?" I questioned back to Adele, inferring I'd picked up that this wasn't a one off. I asked how long this had been going on, but shouted "I don't want to know!" as Adele began to answer me. I began to lecture her about what her and Bill's action had done to her mum, again as Adele answered I yelled at her, "Just, get some clothes on and get out of your bed." I left Adele to dress and went downstairs.

I was still shaking when Adele came downstairs all dolled up beyond her years. I shot her a look but said nothing other than point to a coffee I'd just poured for her. We talked more calmly, I told her she must stop seeing Bill right now else Janet may find out. I said I wouldn't say anything to her mother if she agreed to this. Adele refused to agree; she said she was old enough to decide who she saw for herself. She started on about how great Bill was, how unlike guys her own age he was, and how her mum should have tried to please him just a little more. I told her to shut up, that I didn't want to hear anymore, I reminded her I'd taken time off work to come round to look after her, how stupid I felt at being conned.

Adele's mobile phone rang in the kitchen, she rushed to get it. It was clear it was Bill. I walked through, grabbed the phone from her and threw it across the room. Adele stood in disbelief and then slapped me. In a split second I'd hit her back, twice as hard. She rushed upstairs clutching her face. I followed her up, she tried to slam her bedroom door on me, but I pushed it back into her.

"Don't you ever hit me again!" I shouted at her as she sat on her bed, "I've had enough of you, your mum deserves a better daughter than you and she doesn't deserve to have you and Bill fucking around behind her back." I shook Adele and stepped back to leave her.

"Fuck you, if you care so much about my mum why don't you go fuck her." Adele swore back, shooting me an evil look.

"What, and give you and Bill a reason to carry on screwing each other? No I've got a much better idea." I closed the bedroom door and looked at the puzzled girl.

I shot across to Adele and grabbed her, knocking her back onto the bed, I hung over her, bent my head and began to kiss her. Adele struggled, she tried to push me off, but I held her by her wrists, pinning them to the bed either side of her face, I bent over her, trapping her legs with mine. My mouth closed around hers, my tongue forced its way into her mouth, she flared her nostrils and snorted, her eyes bulged. I was so aroused already.

Letting go of one of her wrists allowed Adele to thump me, but it only heightened my pleasure as I groped on the skinny kid with my free hand, I caressed her waist, squeezed on one of her tits and then slipped my hand to the front of her skirt. Adele tried to scratch me, I pulled away from her mouth shook my head, and slapped her, telling her "No you don't!" as she looked fearfully at me.

Much of the fight appeared to drain out of Adele as the tears now ran down her face. She begged me to leave her as I let go of her other wrist and started to unbutton her blouse. She tried to stop me, Adele grabbed my wrists and tried to push my hands away, but I was too strong for her and on threatening to slap her yet again she stopped trying to fight me and tried to keep her blouse closed. I easily cast it open and gazed down on her semi-clad figure. I cupped one of her bra-covered tits in a hand and gently fondled her. She tossed her head from side to side and asked me repeatedly to leave her. She sobbed as I unfastened her bra and pulled it off to expose her little tits.

I lay across Adele, my face buried on her chest, tonguing, sucking , licking her small pert tits, squeezing her as I did so, I teased her nipples with my teeth and bit her softly. She hardly moved as I did so. But as I moved a hand to the bottom of her skirt, she panicked. She tried to push me off, she clasped her knees tight together, Adele bucked her body trying in vain to throw me off. My hand slipped up her skirt and onto her knickers. Mmm, the soft satin feel, sent a wave of excitement to my damp pussy.

"A present from Bill no doubt." I smiled at my victim as I massaged Adele's pussy through her knickers. She turned her head to the wall, and gave a mild plea for me to stop. I again covered her mouth with mine, she struggled to break the forced kiss, I struggled to keep her lips on mine, I squeezed her pussy, Adele moaned in discomfort, and I slipped my fingers inside her knickers, onto her hairy little snatch. I felt a warm tingle in my own pussy as I began to finger the teenage beauty's pussy lips.

I rubbed on her clit, I forced fingers up her tight cunt, I pawed at her pussy lips, Adele's body jolted and shuddered as I raped her for my own pleasure. The tears continued to stream down her red, pained face, she continued to plead for me to stop. I did, for a few seconds. But only to take off my own skirt and ease my damp knickers off.

I lay on top of Adele, my hairy pussy against her little snatch, I rubbed myself against her, feeling her bush against my pussy. I tongued on Adele's tits, slipped a hand to my pussy and brought myself to a wonderful climax upon the girl. As I lay upon Adele I grabbed her face and once again forced her to kiss me. I continued to kiss her and fuck my pussy against hers for the next few minutes, feeling wave after wave of pleasure rush through me.

Eventually I raised my head from Adele's tired mouth. I caught my breath and eased up her body, straddled her chest and watched her eyes fill with horror as I dropped my pussy onto her face. I fingered my dripping hole as I rocked back and forth, feeling her unwilling mouth upon me as she gasped for air. She moaned in protest as I moaned in sheer and utter joy, forcing Adele to taste my wet hole.

Standing up on my quivering legs I stripped from my blouse and bra, fingered my hard nipples and looked down upon the raped girl. Her semi-clad, violated body lay curled up on the bed, but I hadn't finished with her yet. I knelt on the bed beside the crying Adele and began to take her skirt off. She protested again, tried to push me off, but with no luck. Only her crumpled knickers remained and I soon had those down around her ankles.

I began to molest Adele's limp body, feeling her pussy, her tits, her tiny ass, devouring her body with my hands and my eyes. I pushed her further up the bed, Adele didn't glance in my direction once but continued to sob.

I took hold of one of her ankles, pushed her legs apart and buried my face into her snatch. The protest moans and complaints began again, I swore in pleasure as I spread the tiny cunt before me and dipped my tongue into the girl. I feasted upon her in absolute heaven for several minutes, swapping tongue for fingers and back to tongue.

There was one final act of humiliation I wanted to subject Adele to. As my mouth sucked, tongued and tingled I slipped a hand onto Adele's pert ass. I was always so jealous of girls whose butts were smaller than mine. My damp fingers began to press upon Adele's tight anus, and then I forced a finger into her. The girl screamed out, in shock, surprise, panic more than pain. The pain would begin as I forced two more fingers into her hole. She wriggled, bucked, tried now to push me off. With one hand working her ass, I tried to hold Adele down with my free hand. She struggled vigorously, swearing, moaning, kicking. The whole time I was getting wildly aroused as her cunt pressed harder against my mouth and my fingers up her ass received the ride of their life.

Once more I felt myself tense, shiver and come. I rubbed my dripping pussy against Adele's skinny legs, I slipped my fingers from her ass and lifted my numb mouth from her pussy and brought myself to climax upon her. I squeezed her pussy as I stood up, picked up her knickers and cleaned my shit stained fingers upon them. I dressed slowly, watching Adele curl up, pulling a pillow to her body and silently cry.

As I fastened my skirt I leaned over the girl. "I can see why Bill likes his little slut, I think I'll come back for more too, and don't worry I won't tell your mum."

The End