As he knelt behind me again I could feel his warm breath on my thighs. He kissed, then lapped at my buttocks and the inside of my bare thighs, right up to the very top close to my pussy making me squirm, and his arms pushed outward stretching my thighs wider. Then his mouth was over the gusset of my panties and he was gobbling at it, gnawing and sucking at my pussy through the material. I must have been so wet, and he was devouring my juice. I felt disgusted but my pulse was racing and I was getting hot.
"Have any of your girlfriends done that for ye? Eh baby?" he asked.
"I don't have any girlfriends," I lied, a tremble in my voice. I was terrified.
"Oh really? So... There's still time to save ye then!" he laughed. He slid his fingers through the gusset of my panties and I could feel the backs of his rough knuckles sliding up and down along the length of my tender pussy slit.
"Oh baby," he said in a low, loving whisper. "You're so wet. You like this don't ye."
"No," I lied. I couldn't help it. I was scared, but it was exciting me too.
"Well let's see if we can't make it a bit better for ye then," he laughed.
Even as the words left his mouth I felt the elastic pull tight and cut hard into the tops of my thighs as he yanked at the gusset, ripping my panties away. "No!" I cried out, sobbing in shock." You've ruined them."
I was crying properly now.
"Don't worry baby," he told me, "I'll buy ye new ones." Even before I'd had a chance to recover from the loss of my panties, his mouth was pressed over my shaved pussy again. His arms were back between my thighs, lifting my bottom in the air, and his hands were back on my waist. My face was pushed down into the quilt and my legs floated free in the air now, kicking uselessly out sideways as his nose pressed between my buttocks and his tongue began to probe me. Again and again he plunged it into me, sucking on my stiff little clitoris, devouring the juices.
Now I've always been a clean girl. Ever since my unexpected encounter with the seniors in the school gym that day; you know ... the day that I hinted at earlier ... the one I can't tell you about here. Anyway, I didn't like the idea of anyone thinking I was a dirty, stinky, unwashed little bitch, so I now always make a point of washing myself down there at least twice a day. On this particular day I had just come from the bathroom before deciding to watch my movie clip again, so apart from getting my own sweet juices all over my fingers, I was clean and fresh.
It seems he appreciated the cleanliness and lapped greedily at my sopping little hole, thrusting his tongue into me again and again. I hated to have to admit to myself but he was making me feel so good. He busied himself down there for a couple of minutes; it seemed to go on for ages, lapping at the slit, flicking at my clitoris with the tip of his tongue then pushing it deep into me, repeating the routine again and again. I could hear myself moaning but it sounded distant somehow, as if I was witnessing some other poor young thing being driven to the edge of reason by his invading tongue.
Finally he stopped and pulled my knees back off the edge of the bed where they landed with a thump on the rug. I tried to get up and turn to look around at him but he pressed my face back down into the bed. There was a brief delay, then I felt something warm pressing against my crotch from behind. I wasn't sure what it was at first. I thought maybe his tongue or a thick finger, until he began to push it into me. Then it hit me. 'Oh my God' I thought. 'He's going to rape me.'
Before I could move he had gripped my elbows and pulled me back as it began to push into me. As I said earlier, I've only known one man before this, so apart from being disgusted, I wasn't too scared. Not until I felt the size of the thing. It began to stretch me; then suddenly I WAS scared; really scared. This felt so much bigger than I remembered, and it hurt. It really hurt. I cried out as it began to penetrate because it was hurting so much, but he pushed my face down into the bedding and told me to be quiet or 'something really bad' would happen. I didn't dare even try to imagine what he could possibly mean.
"My God. You're a tight little thing aren't ye," he laughed. "I surely hope it doesn't do ye any damage," he said, pushing it deeper. Slowly he began to work it in and out and it very gradually became easier. I was getting so very wet. He reached around beneath me and began to fondle my tiny breasts through my dress, but that soon proved unsatisfactory for him, so he unzipped my dress.
I'm a very small girl. My body is petite and my breasts are small and firm, so I have no need to wear a bra, hence my back was bare. Clearly he loved that. He put his hands on me and felt all around my bare body. Then he was laid on top of me, his big hands on the backs of my shoulders, holding me down and licking my bare back as he forced the thing into me again and again. My pulse was racing and I was so scared but I couldn't help feeling excited. Even so I continued to sob, but he just laughed and said I should relax and enjoy it.
He opened the back of my dress and his hands reached around inside, groping my body and fondling my titties more efficiently now. I couldn't help but moan from the torment as he started squeezing my nipples between his fingers. He cupped my breasts in his hands, kneading them gently whilst opening and closing his fingers and pinching the nipples in the process.
Then he heaved me up from the bed toward him. He sat back on his haunches, and my knees left the floor as I felt my weight press my pert little bottom down into his lap, suddenly forcing the remaining length of the evil shaft deep inside me. I cried out, but this time it was from pleasure.
"Oh, you sweet little thing. You like that now, don't ye baby," he breathed in my ear as my hands reached down to the bed to support myself. I couldn't answer. I just moaned with pleasure. His arms wrapped around my tummy and he held me there, lifting me and dropping me back onto his monster shaft like a helpless little rag doll. I knew I was defeated. There was nothing I could do but let it happen. I relaxed, playing dead and thinking that if he thought I was hurt maybe he might stop at last, but no such luck. If anything he was enjoying it even more.
The regular jerking motion caused the dress to begin to slip from me until very soon it was hanging around my waist. Now his hands were all over me as his cock rammed up into me repeatedly. He clung to me, hugging my back against his chest as I jerked, limp and almost lifeless in his arms. He began kissing and lapping at the sweet, pale skin of my bare neck and shoulders, as my long hair hung forward over my shoulders, swinging to and fro as he revelled in the sinful, carnal delights of my limp body.
Several times he gripped my chin and twisted my head around to face him, planting wet, slobbering kisses on me and forcing his tongue into my open mouth; that same filthy tongue that had been rooting around in my own tender little pussy not 15 minutes earlier. I imagined I could still taste my juices on his mouth and I struggled to pull away but he was far too strong for me. One time he took my ear in his mouth; opened his mouth right over my ear and pushed his tongue in, wriggling it around as he humped into me from beneath.
"Stop it! Please! Stop it!" I whined half heartedly, as my mouth was at last free from his, but I knew he wasn't going to stop, and secretly I didn't really want him to.
He sat back, and his arms wrapped around me as I sat on his lap, still impaled on the evil monster. It was massive, stretching me, and as he lifted my dress, my arms raised instinctively to allow him to remove it. Now I was completely naked apart from my white cotton socks, with his cock still moving steadily inside me, and my hair smothering his face.
He began kissing me everywhere he could reach; all over my back, my neck and my sides, twisting me sideways, this way and that, so he could take each sensitive little breast between his lips and suck on it. His arm was around my waist and his free hand reached down between my thighs where his fingertips found my stiff little clitoris, and he pressed it down against the hot, hard, ridged shaft as it slid in and out.
It felt incredible but I was still distraught. I was still crying but it wasn't from being scared or hurt. Not now. It was the humiliation of having this man; my mother's lover, raping me. I was young enough to be his own daughter and I easily looked the part. In all honesty I think that was probably half the reason he wanted me. But for me the worst part of all was that it felt good. It was so very, very good.
He put an arm around my back and slid the other under my knees, twizzling me around like some piece of raw, naked meat on a spit, until he held me sideways on. And there he cradled me in his arms as he continued to fuck me; his cock sliding up into me again and again from beneath. He leaned me back, reaching down to kiss, then suck on one hard little nipple again, as his other hand reached right around behind my back to find the other tiny breast. I had never imagined that sex could possibly be so intense. One hand fondling my breast, teasing the ultra-sensitive nipple as he suckled on the other, and all the while this long, thick, slippery shaft sliding effortlessly in and out beneath me as he squeezed my legs together to heighten the sensation.
