Just now I thought he was gonna let me go cuz he shifted his hips offa me, but instead he reached with his other hand and tore my dress right down the front.

My pretty dress is all ruint. What can I tell momma?

His hand is squirming around at my cunny now. He's not kissing me any more and I started to scream, but he smacked my jaw and tole me to keep quiet. I saw stars, I swear, he hit me that hard. He tole me I was a little slutwhore, sashayin around in my tight dress. He's pokin at my cunny with his big ole gnarly finger. I don't want him to, he hurts me when he does that, but he thinks I like it cuz my cunny gets wet and drools for him.

I hate it. I hate him and I hate it and I hate my cunny for drooling on him. I want to kill him one day.

Now he says I'm ready for him. He smiles like the devil, just a hateful grin like he thinks he knows everything and everything is for him. I pull my legs closed, but he grabs my knees and pulls them apart so hard it hurts, then he flops down between them so I can't get them together again.

He's kneelin in between my legs, pushin that ugly white wormy pecker of his at my pussy. He says he likes it when I fight him cuz it makes my cunt squeeze him better. I can feel the knobby head go up inside me, and I scream at him to take it out. He slaps me again. "Just take it, bitch," he tells me. "Just lie back like the little slutwhore you are and take this pecker. You know you like it, look at all that cunt-slobber, you little whore."

I'm not agonna cry. I'm gonna kill him one day. I keep telling myself that. I tell myself so many times I start to think I might be saying it out loud. I don't care if he knows.

Then I feel it happening. Oh, God, don't let it happen, please...

But God doesn't hear me. God doesn't listen to slutwhores, and I can feel the heat of my hate building inside me, making me cum. I can feel the cum growing up inside me like fire. I cling to him. I don't want to, honest I don't, but my body wants me to cum and it won't do what I tell it to do. I tell it not to cum, not to do this to me, but it won't stop. I can feel my back arching up. I can feel my hips moving to meet his. I can feel my cunt aching to swallow his ugly cock inside it. I can feel the wall of heat rise up and fall down on me, squashing me like a bug, and I shudder cuz I like it. I like it and it makes me want to puke. I hate him and I like what happens when he does this. I hate him for it. I'm gonna kill him.

I hate the way he grunts and groans on top of me like some kind of pasty-white mutant hog rutting, and I hate the way he always stinks so much of sour beer and sweat.

Then he grunts real deep and I feel his jizz dribbling inside me. He rolls off of me. I curl up with my back to him. I don't want him to see me cry. I don't want him to see how ugly I am. I don't want him to see what a little slutwhore he's made me into. I don't want him to see how he's made my body into my enemy...

The End