She was excited all day that day. It was Friday, and she had no tests or quizzes. All she had to do was sit in class, where she could daydream about anything she chose. And then, at the end of the day, the long school week would be over and the weekend would stretch ahead of her, full of possibilities and little else.

Most exciting of all was the fact that Patricia had a date that night with Bryan Miller. Now, according to Bryan, he was a senior at the private school across town. In reality, Bryan was a thirty-one-year-old gas station attendant who had a criminal record, a venereal disease, and a long history of sexually abusing women and in particular young girls. Young girls like Patricia Willis.

Patricia was just thirteen years old. She was still in middle school, and to her it was frightfully amazing and delightful to be able to go out with a high school senior. Whenever she saw Bryan, it seemed to her that he was a man, not a boy--he didn't even LOOK like any of the boys she knew. Of course, he wasn't a boy at all. He was a full-grown man, with a man-sized cock, and a man- sized desire to rape virgins.

The date started off tamely enough. They had dinner at a cheap Mexican place, and then went to go see the new Julia Roberts flick. It was a pretty dull film, but Patricia tried to pay attention anyway in case he wanted to talk about it later. She needn't have bothered.

As the film progressed, Bryan first pretended to yawn and stretch so that he could put his arm around behind Patricia's shoulders. She thought this was cute and so grinned a little and decided that if he tried to make another move she would let him.

His next move turned out to be not at all what she expected. He leaned in close, and in the guise of pulling her closer to him, he opened his palm and covered her breast with it, squeezing and molding it. She had firm little girl breasts, tender and soft with jutting little nipples. Patricia was too shocked to do anything at first. She just closed her eyes and let him touch her.

Then suddenly she pushed his hand away without saying anything. She heard him chuckle in the darkness, but he didn't say anything either.

After the movie Bryan walked down the sidewalk with her, leading her ever deeper into the bad part of town, which in Houston is pretty bad indeed. She went willingly enough because he was telling her stories about his experiences as captain of the football team, which he wasn't, and never had been.

Suddenly she realized that he was directing her to walk down a dark alley.

"Um, Bryan? Why are we here?"

"There's a club down this way--you'll love it, it's great," he said soothingly, and continued to speak in a gentle manner until they were out of view of the street, deep into the dark alley, surrounded on both sides by piles of flattened cardboard boxes, filthy old mattresses, and other trash and refuse.

Suddenly he grabbed her by the wrist and whirled her around, throwing her down onto a dirty old mattress that stank strongly of urine and cigarette smoke. Patricia let out a scream that did nothing but attract the notice of those whose interest in screaming girls was anything but to save them.

She was terrified but hardly surprised when he suddenly pinned her to the mattress with his big body. She began to cry and struggle feebly. He restrained her with little difficulty, and feverishly began to rip the clothes from her. His hands moved fast. His nails scraped her as he yanked at her sweater, tearing it as he pulled it off over her head.

He ripped her bra off of her, and paused for only a second to admire her soft tits before punching her hard in the belly, stunning her long enough for him to rip her jeans down her legs and then do the same to her white cotton panties.

While she was still moaning and coughing in pain from the punch to her stomach, she felt her legs being pried apart as a mouth closed over her nipple and, indeed, a good portion of her small firm little breast. She found her breath enough to scream again when he bit her nipple, but Bryan wasn't paying attention to her cries.

He was getting his first look at her hairless little cunt. There was just a tiny fringe of fuzz on her prominent, fat little fuck mound, and nothing else to guard her plump little cunt.

After biting her nipple, he grabbed each of her ankles and yanked them far apart and, ignoring her renewed screams of pain and fear, he pulled upwards, hauling her into the air so that her ass bounced against his chest, and her soft cunthole was just beneath his chin.

He wasted no time: immediately he tongued her tight little cuntlips open, and then, finding her tiny hole, he started forcing his tongue in and out and in and out of it, roughly tongue fucking her helpless cunt while she cried and hung helplessly in his grip.

After tonguing her tight cunt for about ten minutes, he began to spit into her, until her little hole was rimmed in his wet saliva. When Bryan deemed her wet enough, he roughly dropped her, and pushed his pants down to his ankles. His hard cock, eight inches long and almost as thick as Patricia's wrist, sprang loose. He was already achingly erect and ready to go, and the girl's pitiful weeping only made him more excited.

Patricia began to struggle again as she felt him pry her legs wide apart and fit the hot hard head of his cock into her tight wet little cunt opening. He used his fingers to roughly pry her little hole wide enough so that he could jack his cockhead into her. He ignored her struggles until his cockhead was wedged firmly inside of her clenching, stretched little opening. And then he reached forward and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head on the dirty mattress.

With an evil grin, Bryan slowly began to fall forward onto his little victim, allowing his own weight to force his cock up her tight little cunt, pushing deeper and deeper into her resisting fucktube with his hard erection. He kissed her hard on the mouth as he shoved his fuckpole through her hymen and took her virginity. She screamed into his mouth, tasting the slightly bitter, slight sweet taste of her own cunt on his tongue as he began to make hard little jerking movements with his hips, trying to force more of his cock up her tiny cunt.

He let go of her arms--she was just lying there and crying anyway--and grabbed hold of her hips. He held her hips pinned down to the mattress, tipped up at just the right angle to receive his hot hard shaft. And then he really began to drill it up into her loins, grinning fiercely as he raped her cunthole and she screamed in pain as he violated her virginal body.

While Patricia wept in agony, Bryan moaned in pleasure as her tight cunt squeezed hard on his invading prick while he worked it deeper into her moist little cunt. His spit and her blood made her just slightly wet. Eventually he felt the hard knob at the tip of his cock push up against her cervix deep inside of her body.

She screamed in pain, and there was still an inch of hard cock outside of her body, so Bryan grinned, took a firmer grip on her quivering hips, and, with a loud moan of pleasure, he lunged forward, spearing his cockhead through her cervix and into her womb, which caused the writhing girl beneath him intense agony.

While Patricia screamed, Bryan began to convulse as his thick hot cock spewed spurt after lava-hot spurt of semen deep into the thirteen-year-old's womb, his entire cock bulging in her tight cunt with each hard pulse.

Groaning in pleasure, Bryan yanked hard on her little hips and ground her soft young cunt hard onto his prick as he injected her with wave after wave of his cum. He moaned as he jerked her hips up and down, rubbing her bloody cunt opening against the base of his prick while he continued to sperm her.

It was four hours later when Patricia regained consciousness. A foul-smelling homeless man, a black man with no teeth left but a rather large cock, was lying on top of her on the mattress. He had already cum in her. Now he was urinating into her aching bloody cunt.

Patricia just closed her eyes and took it.

The End