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The Rape and Brutalization of a Young High School Catholic Cheerleader (Part 6)

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When choosing where to bring Diana for his depraved intentions, the Vagabond Motel fit the bill perfectly. It was exactly the kind of place that came to mind when people thought of a trashy motel. In fact, the Vagabond may have been the original “No Tell” Motel.



The Vagabond had a history of catering to prostitutes and their Johns and rooms were typically rented by the hour, rather than by th

The Rape and Brutalization of a Young High School Catholic Cheerleader (Part 2)

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Author's Notes: It will be a few more parts before the actually rape starts. Before that there will be more build up. But I promise you all that it will be worth the reading for the good stuff at the end!



Having decided on the ploy he would use with Diana, he reached into his pocket and removed one of his old business cards from his firm. It was the same card he had used with thousands of clie

The Rape and Brutalization of a Young High School Catholic Cheerleader (Part 3)

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Harrison pulled his Mercedes into the underground garage at his leased condo. His opulent wealth was just one more thing (in his mind) that made him different than all the other slime ball sex offenders out there. In spite of his long fall from his ivory tower, Harrison had maintained ample financial resources.



As the founding partner of his former firm, with a majority stake in it's ownership

Birthday Surprise

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A few years ago, I decided to take my girlfriend, Jane, out for a romantic picnic in the country for her birthday. Having managed to keep it a surprise - I'd secretly collected a whole hamper of food and an expensive bottle of champagne for the occasion. Right up until the morning when the alarm went off, she had no idea that I'd taken the day off work.

Normally I'm leaving for work whil

Boyfriend's Friend

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I had it all planned, Mike, my boyfriend, was going to be at work I had all my sexiest outfits and lingerie ready. I had phoned Anton, a photographer who also happened to be my boyfriend’s best mate. He was to come over tomorrow at 10am and help me take some naughty pictures to put in an album for Mike’s upcoming birthday. I went to bed full of excitement I couldn’t wait to see Mike’s face when

Alexis and Maddie, the Nipple rings and Black cock, part 6

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Yes, the pictures do inspire me...send more to playwithpaul19@yahoo.com. So some of you want to be played with and some of you want me to play with your girl. Interesting, very interesting.

15 Year Old Melissa's Rape

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The sun shone down magnificently through the open window of Melissa’s bedroom, bathing down onto her soft tanned skin. A light white sheet lay haphazardly over her slender teenage body, emphasizing every curve on her developing feminine figure. Slowly, her eyes began to open as a shrill voice echoed from downstairs.

 

“Melissa! Time to get up!”

 

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She kicked off the sheet, revealing her sexy 5’6” fifteen-year-old body in its full splendor. Her soft smooth legs kicked about as she struggled to rise from her comfortable mattress. She hopped off the bed, and threw off her pajamas in a single motion, heading straight to the mirror to admire herself. She explored her sexy little body with her eyes, starting from her light brown shoulder length hair, to her seductive green eyes, to her soft cherry lips, to her developing supple breasts, perfectly flat stomach, tight little pussy, and slender smooth legs. Melissa liked what she saw, and so did every other male who had the pleasure of laying eyes on her. She skipped over to her closet, and removed a pair of tight jean shorts, with a matching blue tank top. Slipping them on, she put her hair up in a ponytail, and head down the stairs for breakfast.

 

The smell of pancakes permeated the kitchen as she entered, and she let an adorable smile encompass her face as she went over and snuggled against her mother in an affectionate hug. Her mother smiled in return, and hugged her back.

 

“Sit down Melissa, breakfast is almost ready.”

 

Melissa went over and sat her cute little butt on the nearest chair, wiggling around to get comfortable. Soon breakfast was served, which she ate at a leisurely pace.

 

“What time is the cab coming, mom?” Melissa inquired.

 

“In about 15 minutes, so you better hurry up!” her mother responded.

 

Melissa had been looking forward to visiting her older brother Brian for months now. She was all packed up and ready to spend a solid week of summer with her 23-year-old sibling.

 

Before long, a honk could be heard from the driveway, and Melissa was out the door, baggage in hand. The taxi driver helped her in, and started the arduous 2-hour drive towards Brian’s house. Before long, Melissa’s eyes began to close, and she drifted off to sleep. The taxi driver couldn’t help but look back, and eye her sexy young body as they drove…

 

“We’re here miss,” the driver said trying to wake Melissa from her nap.

 

Slowly her eyes opened, and she smiled at her brother’s little blue house. She paid the cab in full, plus some extra, and hopped out of the car. She made her way up the steps to the home, and knocked on the door. Almost immediately, Brian answered with an uneasy smile.

 

“Hey Melissa!” he said, embracing her. Melissa hugged him back, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

 

“How have you been!?” she asked, hugging him again.

 

“Well… uhh…good” he said, leading her into the house.

 

Melissa could tell that something was wrong, but couldn’t quite place her finger on it. If it were her business her brother would tell her about it soon enough, she reasoned.

 

Brian placed his hand gently on Melissa’s shoulder, showing affection as he led her to her room. She smiled happily, and sat her bag on the bed.

 

“Melissa, have you seen the basement? I… I…recently got it finished…” his feet shifted from side to side as she spoke, and he looked around uneasily.

 

“No, I’d love to see it!” Melissa responded enthusiastically.

 

He led her down to the basement, and opened the door for her, closing it and subtlety locking it behind them. Melissa looked around, and fumbled for the light. With a flip of a switch, her excited smile was transformed into a look of terror. The basement was still its old rutty unfinished self, and several strangers stood in different corners of the basement, all harboring evil grins.

 

“Brian? What’s going on here?!?!” she demanded harshly, in a terrified tone.

 

“I… I’m sorry Melissa… I owe all these people money that I don’t have… so… we came up with an alternate arrangement.” Brian responded, looking away in shame.

 

The information quickly sank in, and Melissa stopped to survey the strangers who were about to violate her… On the far right stood a 60-year-old man with a large beer belly and greasy unwashed hair. He was eyeing her hungrily, one hand down his pants sliding up and down an unseen shaft. Next to him stood a big black man, at least 250 pounds and 6’5’. His pants and shirt had already been removed, and he stood naked, his 9” long and very thick cock fully erect, pointing at the little girl before him. To his left stood a 35-year-old attractive woman. She would have normally been a comforting sight to Melissa in this situation, but the lust in the woman’s eyes removed any hope of her helping. And finally to the far left stood a group of 3 men in biker outfits, all grinning to each other and blowing sadistic kisses towards Melissa.

 

Instinctively Melissa tried to run, but her brother grabbed her, and carried her wriggling body down the stairs. The group of rapists circled around Melissa as Brian dropped her on the floor. They quickly began to discuss among themselves how this should proceed. The men eventually agreed that the woman should go first; the show should get them all hard enough to give Melissa a nice long fucking, they reasoned.

 

“Take off her clothes” the woman commanded to the men, who all happily obliged. They tore hungrily at Melissa’s clothing, leaving her naked and quivering before them in a few seconds flat. Melissa sobbed softly, and begged.

 

“P... Please don’t hurt me!!”

 

The men laughed, and the woman simply smiled as she removed her own clothing. She was a fairly desirable woman, with a pretty face and athletic body. But men did not arouse this woman; girls were what got her wet. She motioned for the men to restrain her, and soon Melissa was being held at each limb. The woman climbed on top as Melissa writhed for freedom and began to scream at the top of her lungs.

 

“Its no use Melissa… No one can hear you down here…” Brian commented.

 

Melissa continued screaming, and begged for Brian to stop this.

 

“NO! DON’T LET THEM DO THIS!!” she pleaded, but Brian simply looked away.

 

The woman settled her waist between Melissa’s legs, and began rubbing her pussy against Melissa’s virgin snatch. She grabbed Melissa’s face, and forced her into a French kiss as she worked her hands all over Melissa’s soft skin. The black man snarled, and turned to the woman.

 

“Don’t get her too aroused bitch, I want my cock to hurt this little whore as much as possible!” he said with a sadistic laugh.

 

The woman shrugged, and broke off the kiss. She slid upwards, and planted her pussy on Melissa’s face, and began humping.

 

“Lick it you little bitch! Don’t make me hurt you!” she commanded menacingly at Melissa.

 

Her hips rocked back and forth over Melissa’s face, and the woman began to rub her own breasts as muffled cries could be heard from Melissa beneath. The woman smiled, and began pushing down harder, and humping back and forth faster and faster. She moaned louder and louder, as Melissa began to struggle harder and harder. The fat greasy man laughed, and pointed.

 

“Look! She can’t breath! She’s getting smothered by your pussy!” he added menacingly.

 

Melissa writhed for her life, her breaths were short and shallow, and there was nothing she could do to remove this woman from her source of air. The more she struggled, the more aroused the woman seemed to get, and the tighter the pussy was pressed to her face.

 

The woman rocked back and forth faster and faster, letting loose moans of extreme pleasure as Melissa let out muffled cries for help. The woman’s head tilted back, and her humping abruptly stopped. She pushed down hard, and let loose a screaming orgasm on Melissa’s face. After a few moments of deep breathing, and having Melissa cry underneath her pussy, she let Melissa up, and went off to the side of the room. She sat in a chair, fondling her breasts and smiling as she looked down at the restrained teenage girl, who was gasping for air.

 

The fat man stood up and declared, “I’m next!” with a smirk. But the black man pushed him down to the ground, and said, “Fuck that, this bitch's cherry is mine.” He then eyed down the bikers, who were content with going after the monstrous black man. The fat old man frowned, and started to watch the show.

 

The black man looked at the bikers and said, “Let her go, I want her to fight.”

 

Immediately the bikers let her limbs go free, and Melissa started to get up. Tears streaked down her face, and she looked into the black mans eyes. “Please don’t do this,” she begged with a sob. But the man just laughed, and towered over her, cock erect. He quickly descended upon her, and pushed her hard to the ground, spreading her legs with his hands, and pushing the head of his cock to her slit. Melissa screamed and struggled, and begged him to leave her alone.

 

He stood there, looking down at the little tight hole he was about to fuck, and said to the girl. “Awhh, don’t worry sweetie. Have you ever taken a band-aid off?” she nodded, and cried softly in fear. “Well… you know how its best to do it fast?”

 

Just as he said “fast” he rammed his cock into her pussy as far as it would go, reaching her limit at 7”. Her cherry popped, and she let loose a blood curdling scream. The man smiled as he felt her no longer virgin pussy stretch around his shaft, and began pumping into her furiously and savagely, completely disregarding the girls well being. Like a jackhammer he raped her pussy as hard as he possibly could, using the blood from her popped cherry as lubrication.

 

“Uggghhh, you like that don’t you bitch? You like my big black cock fucking you hard.” He taunted at Melissa.

 

Melissa cried harder and harder, her face covered with tears and contorted in pain. Her little pussy was literally being ripped apart by the hungry and savage rape that she was receiving. Melissa’s hands clenched, and her eyes searched the faces of everyone in the room, hoping and praying that one of them might take pity on her. Melissa couldn’t believe that her brother would do this to her. The harder Melissa fought, and the more she screamed, the harder the black man seemed to fuck, and the more aroused he seemed to get. Slowly Melissa’s pussy began to stretch around the cock, allowing him to go deeper than her anatomy would normally suggest is possible. He looked down at Melissa’s teary eyes and agonized face, and grinned, knowing that he was the one who took something so personal from her, in such a violent and painful way. The jackhammer pounding went on for a good 5 minutes, Melissa screaming and struggling the entire time. The obvious pain she was in simply added to the pleasure of the crowd, who all grinned and laughed at her. Suddenly the black man thrust as deeply as his cock would go, and let out a loud drawn out groan. He pumped his hot seed deep into her little pussy, experiencing the heightened orgasm that all men feel during rape. After another minute of pumping in and out of her, he withdrew his soft but still very large cock from her pussy, and collapsed onto his back, gasping for air.

 

“Damn that was good bitch.” He commented with a smirk.

 

Melissa’s pussy was leaking with cum, and she curled up into a little ball, crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

 

The bikers stood up, and to Melissa’s horror began to approach her.

 

“No! Please! I can’t take anymore!!!” she begged at them, pleading with her eyes.

 

The bikers laughed as they circled her.

 

“We don’t care you little whore.” One of them commented.

 

The bikers quickly stripped down, and started to position her in a missionary style position. The first biker lay down on his back, cock pointing straight up in the air. The other two positioned Melissa over him. The two bikers moved to opposite ends, one with his cock near her ass, the other at her mouth. The one at the back pulled Melissa’s legs out from under her, causing her hips to fall onto the laying biker. The biker on the ground wasted no time as he rammed his cock into her already ravaged pussy. Melissa began screaming again, but the man at the front quickly shoved his cock into her mouth, muffling her cries. The man at the back immediately pressed the head of his cock to her tight little ass hole, and began slowly pushing into her clenched ass cheeks.

 

“Fuck that wimpy shit man, fuck her ass hard! I love it when little girls scream onto my cock!” the man receiving the blowjob commented, as he started to face fuck Melissa.

 

The man enjoying her ass happily obliged, as he quickly forced the entire length of his cock down Melissa’s puckering little ass. Melissa panicked as her butt hole was ripped open, and started writhing hard against her assailants. The man at the front laughed and held her head securely in place, his cock going deeper and deeper down the little girls throat as he began to thrust harder and faster. The other two bikers had Melissa’s waist sandwiched between them, and began to time their thrusts together, causing maximum pain for the previously virgin girl. Her little body fought hard for freedom, but the combined strength and desire of the men was far too much for her petite figure to overcome. The men started to fuck faster and faster as Melissa let loose cute muffled screams. The biker face fucking her suddenly rammed his cock as deep as it would go, cutting off her air as the head of his shaft plugged her throat. Melissa choked and coughed, and struggled even harder, but the man wouldn’t budge. He loved the feeling of her throat contracting around his cock. The men in her pussy and ass laughed, and began to become even more aroused, loving the look of complete horror that encompassed the girl. The men at her backside started fucking her harder and harder, both holes being raped just as furiously as the black man had done.

 

Melissa was disgusted, panicked, and in agony all at the same time. She felt like if the man in her throat didn’t let her breathe soon, she would pass out. But no matter how hard she fought, the men still had her pinned down. The two cocks in her ass and pussy thrust in and out, faster and harder with each passing minute. Melissa couldn’t believe that anyone could get that deep inside of her, and tried to scream for help, but was muffled by the cock down her throat.

 

The man down her throat orgasmed first, and pumped his hot white liquid directly down her windpipe. The men at her back watched in delight as Melissa’s face twisted with an unnatural disgust. The cock was removed from her throat, and she gasped for air, crying harder than ever before. The man who had just raped her mouth collapsed onto his back, and watched her face happily as his two friends continued there unending assault on Melissa’s body.

 

Another few minutes went by, the man in her ass grinning the entire time at the tortured noises that Melissa was making. His cock exploded with cum into her rectum, and he continued pumping in and out of her ass for the duration of the extended orgasm. The man in her battered pussy followed suit, and filled her vagina with yet more cum. The bikers all sat back, and surveyed the quivering and crying girl. Cum leaked from Melissa’s ass and pussy, and she was near vomiting from the cum down her throat. They smiled at Melissa, loving every moment of her anguish.

 

Finally the fat old man stood, eyeing the battered girl hungrily.

 

“Pl… please… no more…” Melissa begged in a defeated tone.

 

The man laughed sinisterly at her. “Don’t worry sweet heart, your holes are too nasty to fuck now. But, you’ve been a very bad girl!” he responded with a smirk.

 

Slowly the fat man removed his belt, and let his pants slide down, stepping out of them as they hit the floor. He took off his shirt, and stood in front of Melissa in his soiled underwear. He grabbed a low stool, and ordered Melissa to lay over it face down.

 

Melissa’s cute, yet horribly ravaged ass pointed up into the air, and the old man smiled. He let his belt hang down from his hand, and moved behind her.

 

“You need to be punished for being such a little whore!”

 

With that, the man began to beat his belt viciously on Melissa’s ass. Her eyes went wide, and she let loose scream after scream with each whip. The man got more and more into the beating as Melissa’s ass became redder and more swollen with each loud crack. Melissa sobbed uncontrollably, mixed in with agony-induced screams.

 

The businesswoman started fingering herself, sadistically loving the girl’s brutal beating. Melissa looked over to her brother, pleading desperately for him to help. But to her horror, Brian’s pants had been removed, and he was now masturbating! She couldn’t believe that her brother was getting horny from her pain.

 

The spanking went on for a good few minutes, before the old man grew fatigued, and stopped whipping her as he gasped for breath. Melissa’s ass was completely red, and starting to become very swollen. She cried loudly and sporadically, just wanting this nightmare to be over.

 

The old man lifted Melissa off the chair, and put her in a doggy style position in front of him. He removed his underwear, revealing a small wrinkled cock.

 

“Suck on it you little whore!” the man commanded, as he grabbed her hair, and pulled Melissa’s face to his crotch.

 

The cock fit nicely in her mouth, and he started face fucking her. One of the old mans hands stayed on Melissa’s hair, and yanked on it hard, pulling her up and down his shaft. His other hand slid down to her breasts, and began pulling and twisting her right nipple.

 

Melissa screamed and cried onto the old mans cock, but this only encouraged him. His pelvis began rocking in and out; shoving his cock as far down her throat as it would go.

 

The old man was ecstatic with the sight of the brutalized young girl beneath him, sucking on his cock, and was quickly sent over the edge. As he pumped his seed into her mouth, he yanked down hard on her breast, nearly tearing the skin. Melissa screamed loudly as the cum leaked down her throat, and she was once again disgusted by the vile taste of her rapists cum. Melissa collapsed onto the floor, and curled up once again into a little ball.

 

The rapists got up, and got dressed. “Damn you’re one sexy little slut, aren’t you bitch?” One of the bikers commented. All the rapists nodded, and grinned evilly at her. Melissa cringed at the thought of what had just happened to her, but was comforted by the fact that it was over, for now. The rapists headed up the stairs and let themselves out of the house.

 

Brian looked at his little sister, so violated, and in such pain. He tried to stop himself, but couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him.

 

“Get some rest, you have more guests coming tomorrow.” Brian said, slowly turning and walking up the stairs.

Alexis and Maddie, the Clit Ring, part 5

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My text bell on my phone went off at 1:15 and when I opened the text, I saw the words, “JUST FOR YOU MASTER”, and then saw the pictures. I smiled as I saw Alexis’ new piercings. God I loved her shaved cunt, and the way that the little ring peeked out of her folds was amazing! She did it, she fucking did it! She sent another text to say she wasn’t going to tell Maddie, because she knew Maddie

Sometimes I Just Go With The Flow

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I always like to drive late at night and sort of show off to truckers and hope to find a nice lady trucker once in a while. I used to do this more when I was in my early 20s and almost always found some kind of fun. I was driving one night about 11 or so and had on a wrap around dress that overlaped in the front cupping my tits like a bra and then it tied at the waist. A good breeze could blow it

Alexis and Maddie, part 3

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I was like a kid waiting for Christmas, waiting for the next Tuesday to roll around so I could see and fuck Alexis again. Fortunately, in addition to the little audio recording that she knew about, I also had three different, hidden video recorders going—I wanted to make sure I somehow captured every minute of her, her beauty, and her nastiness. So I spent the bulk of my week watching her video

Alexis and Maddie, part 2

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As Alexis walked up those stairs and out of sight, my cock returned to a semi-hard status after just getting a hand-job from the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. But, it came at way too high a price—I don’t care how beautiful you are, you don’t deserve $1000 to flash your tits and give a hand-job. All I knew, was that she would return next Tuesday and expect a $5500 check for decorator crap

The Foreign Exchange Student--The Conquest, Part 4

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The Foreign Exchange Student, part 4



While Jenny was in the shower, I quickly thought about the evening, and hopefully the rest of the weekend. I was still confused at why she was so willing to perform oral sex, but so freaked out with the thought of penetration. I knew that she enjoyed her orgasm when I fingered her, so what th

Alexis and Maddie, part 1

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My bitch of a wife and I have had the same 2 fights almost daily over the past couple of years--#1 Sex and #2 Money. Sound familiar? Except this time, the #2 was because my company was doing well—extremely well. Her argument was we were no longer middle class—we were upper class, pulling in huge money over the past couple of years and she wanted to flaunt it. But damn it, if she was still goi

Don't mess with horny old men...or else....

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She was young, probably 14 or so, and strutted around the grounds in tight shorts and tiny tee-shirts, showing off her round little ass. It seemed that she loved teasing all the men working around the house with her young, sexy body, loving the attention it got her. She was staying here for only a month while her parents were out of the country, and already she was looking for t

The Foreign Exchange Student Part 3

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The Foreign Exchange Student, Part 3



After a couple of weeks of morning blowjobs, I really wanted to take this to the next level. The only problem was that the first time that I actually tried to finger fuck her, she started screaming, “NO PADRE, NO PADRE”. Why it was ok to rub her clit, why it was ok for her to suck me dry daily, I’ll never understand, but if she was freaking out about a fi

Sex as a Punishment

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I was sitting outside with some friends on a hott summer day and my smokin hott neighbor was just keeping an eye on me and my brother. We decided we were going to play football with some of the neighbor kids. My brother and I were on opposite teams. I was guarding him the entire game when it game to the middle of the game it went a little down hill. He was about 2 yards from the touchdown when i

Hank Takes Revenge

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"I’ll take her home." It was Hank. He was speaking to his mom. I was the babysitter and he was going to drive me home. My mouth went dry.

Hank was going to take me home?

Hank’s car smelled like cigarettes. I cracked the window. I didn’t trust him. I needed to breathe.

"You smoke?" He extended the pack.

"No, thanks."

"You know, your not half bad-looking."

I pulled away from him, sitting as close as I could to the car door. Was that supposed to be a compliment? Just get me home, I thought. Just get me home!

I lived about twenty minutes across town. Hank drove a few minutes and stopped at a convenience store. "I have to grab a pack of smokes."

"Okay."

He

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got out of the car and I have to admit, I sat like a lump. For some reason, I felt like I needed to get out of the car and run. I wanted to run inside the store. I wanted to say, "I think this guy is going to rape me. Call my Dad."

But how could I say that? How could I think that? Hank asked me if I wanted to fuck. That didn’t really make him a pervert, did it? Especially when I really did want to fuck and he could probably sense that. So how could I embarrass him in front of a shopkeeper by saying such a crazy allegation? How to explain away the sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. It was probably just guilt anyway. Guilt from feeling like I had molested and ruined a young boy. Oh but a boy with a man-cock who was dying to have me suck it again.

Hank came back to the car and we pulled out of the parking lot.

Then he took a wrong turn.

"Oh. I live that way." I said, trying to convince myself he was just making a mistake.

He kept driving. He was going the wrong way! The car smelled too much like cigarettes. I thought I was going to be sick.

I tried again. "Hank, I live back that other way. On East 76 th ."

He ignored me. He turned and was driving me down a narrow lane that wound back into the blackberry bushes.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I asked you. You want to fuck?"

"I said no."

"That was because you thought my parents were coming home. You didn’t want to get interrupted. But I can see it in you. You want me to throw you back there in the seat and fuck your intellectual brains out." He sneered. "Look at you." He gestured towards my backpack. "You have an algebra book in there, don’t you?"

I didn’t know what that had to do with anything.

"So what are you going to do?" My voice was strained. My hands were clammy. I didn’t want him to hurt me. I wanted to go home!

My old boyfriend never fucked me. The few times we were together, we messed around. We always made love. I looked around. He had me on some back road. I didn’t even know where the hell I was.

Should I jump out of the car and run for it?

Then he stopped the car. "You did it, didn’t you?" he turned to me, real mean.

"What?"

"You fucked Bobby."

"No I didn’t."

"You must have. How do you have an innocent kid go in one day from getting a boner in the tub to trying to force that boner down my mother’s face?"

"No I didn’t."

He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and straightened it. It was Bobby’s drawing. Of the phallus, and the mouth.

"Then why is it that all he wants to do is to draw stiff cocks and while he does it he says Dido, Dido, Dido. I know you did it."

I swallowed. I could imagine how it looked. "It wasn’t like that."

He laughed. I could smell the beer on his breath. "Oh but it was something like that. How do you fuck a retard?"

I was shocked that he would call his brother retarded. "I didn’t screw him. I didn’t."

He leaned into me and he kissed my mouth, roughly, sticking a stinking tongue into my mouth. "Oh but you wanted it, didn’t you, Bitch."

I started to grab the door handle. Maybe I could run for it.

"Don’t you dare!" He slammed his fist down on my fingers.

I yelped. Hank leaned over me and used his weight to shove me against the vinyl seat. He yanked my legs apart and grabbed my crotch like he was picking up a bowling ball. He was hurting me!

"Okay," I whimpered. "What do you want?"

He leered. "What I want is a piece of that smart ass of yours. I’m going to give you the fucking of your life. And fuck you for messing with my kid brother. Fuck you."

He struggled to pull my pants off me, and when he couldn’t get the buttons opened, he started yanking on the buttons so they gouged into me. My pants were too tight and he was probably going to have to tear them off. Then what? I felt helpless. What the hell should I do? I didn’t want to help him rape me. If I helped him, he could use it against me. But I didn’t want to resist and have him beat the crap out of me either.

What I wanted to do was to negotiate.

Shit. "Okay, Hank," I said, "let’s be reasonable. You don’t want to rape me and have me prosecute. I don’t want you to grope at me and throw me around. What if I just take my clothes off and you stick it in and do your thing....and we call it a night."

"Shut up, you bitch!" He slapped my face.

He was not going to beat the shit out of me! I grabbed the denim and wiggled out of my pants. What an asshole. What a fucking asshole.

Then he pulled down his zipper. "My bro isn’t the only one with a big pecker." He was right. It sprang out. It was just as big and just as purple and just as throbbing. Only this one was attached to a bastard.

He grabbed between my legs. I felt like a chunk of meat. Like an object. "I knew you were slimy wet, you whore," he said, feeling how wet seeing Bobby made my pussy. "You want this thing. I know you do."

I didn’t want his thing right there in the front seat with the handle on the door digging in my back and my butt sticking to the vinyl! But I was too frightened to say anything. If you’re going to do it, asshole, get ‘er done.

I was shaking. He struggled with his own pants, trying to open the zipper enough so it wouldn’t rake against him.

"Shit, shit shit" he said, trying to direct his thing inside my hole. It kept jabbing, but I was pretty small, and he was pretty big, and it wasn’t even lined up.

If I helped him put it in, would it be aiding and abetting a rape?

It was easier to just lie here and go along with it.

He slid in and I was so wet and Oh it felt delicious. I wanted to sigh against him. It had been so long. I wanted to cry out when he thrust it into me and catch his ass in my hands and push him inside me as deep as it would go. But no. He was taking me against my will. I said no. He was trying to punish me for violating Bobby. Or so he said. I had a feeling he’d about fuck anything that’d let him.

And he ground against me, his hard dick reaching deep, deep, deep inside. It clipped against my cervix, and I moaned, it was so sensitive.

"You like that, doncha Bitch?"

I didn’t want to struggle. I didn’t want to like it. I couldn’t help but moan. Oh oh oh, sweet Jesus, that felt so, so good. I was so wet, and he was slipping in and out. He was way bigger than my boyfriend last year. I opened my legs a little wider and shifted so that he wasn’t up against the steering wheel quite so much. Was I sick to help him? Wasn’t this supposed to be awful? How come I wanted to make it easier, to make it feel better?

"Shit." I gasped. "The handle is hitting me right in the small of my back. Fuck, but that feels good right there."

Then I froze. I didn’t mean to say that. He ground away on top of me, grunting. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. My back was jammed against the door. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Okay, okay already. I give." I gasped. "Let’s get comfortable for Christ’s sake."

Hank didn’t need to be told twice. He rolled over the back of the driver’s seat into the back and helped me get over. He pulled his pants all the way off, his dick sprang up and bumped into his belly. I straddled him.

On top of him, it went in deep, real deep, and I started calling out. I couldn’t help it. I arched my back and sank down on him. I pitched back and forth and he started groaning. My old boyfriend had never made sounds like that! Oh he was getting off and I was doing it to him. Oh what a feeling!

He gripped his hands on my ass and forced me down on it. He was rocking my world. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Every stroke seemed to tweak against a new spot. Amazing. My voice climbed in octaves as he clutched my ass cheeks and ground into the depths of my cunt. I didn’t know it could feel this way.

And the feeling kept growing and building. I thought of last night and the desperate way I’d tried to get at this with the inadequate end of my hair brush! Oh god, this was what women were designed to do! I grabbed his back and gasped. I clutched at him with the muscles at the opening of my pussy and I heard him gasp. "I’m going to cum!" he shouted. "Get off! Get off!" He pushed me to the side and stood with his dick twitching, and he started jacking it. Right in my face.

"What?" I said, annoyed, I could still feel the pulse between my thighs and I reached down to stroke it. He shoved his dick close to my mouth and squirted. Beads of white seemed to be shooting everywhere. I clamped my lips together. Son of a bitch!

"What the hell are you doing?" I’ve been slimed!

"Shit, shit, shit" he said, expelling his jizz. "You have some tight pussy. Oh my god, that’s a tight pussy."

When Hank laughed with the thrill of his orgasm, he sounded tender. Like Bobby. Maybe he wasn’t that much of a bastard. His penis pulsed and he squeezed out the last few drops, like milk coming out of a teat. He handed me Kleenex.

"Why’d you do that on my face??" I said, later, while we were pulling ourselves back together.

"I didn’t figure you were on birth control..."

He was right. I guess I could forgive him.

My pussy was throbbing. I put on my pants and covered it up, but I could feel where he had opened me. I wanted to run downhill, arms outstretched, calling "I’m a woman! I’m a woman! I get it now!"

I smiled, grateful it was dark. I didn’t really want Hank to know he’d pleased me so much. I didn’t want him to know this was all so new to me and I’d really liked it. I got back into the front seat and pulled the seatbelt around me, holding that good feeling close.

"Wanna grab a burger? I don’t know about you, but after that, I’m starving."

I smiled. "Then will you take me home?"

I reached down and took it in my hand. It was big and it sprang against my fingers, but I didn’t want to play with it like I had wanted to play with Bobby’s. Hank wasn’t a nice person. I aimed it towards my vagina. "There." I said. Was that too much help? Why would I help him? What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I fight him, jump out of the car and try hiding in the bushes? Because that’s a fucking blackberry bramble out there, Diane, and if I jumped into that briar, and he jumped out after me, I’d be torn to shreds.

I didn’t want that. I didn’t want that at all. But how could I complain? I couldn’t imagine myself standing there, saying "oh but no thank you. This son of yours is a perv. He just spied on me because he thought I was the type to suck his mentally handicapped brother off, then when I didn’t, he wanted to throw me down and do me." Words would not suffice. Nervously, I grabbed my backpack. It was heavy with my math book, but I forgot to do my assignment.

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