“Swallow!” I hissed at her. She continued to look up at me with her big, blue eyes that would have melted my heart if I had had one. “Swallow!” I repeated, shaking her head roughly. She then took a big gulp. I watched as her neck muscled contracted, and was satisfied that a good quantity of my warm sperm was now on its way down to the stomach of this hot little teen.
I released my grip on her, and then smeared the cum that had landed outside her mouth all over her face and neck. I then fell on top of her, pressing her mostly naked body deep into the mattress, crushing her arms beneath her back. I lay there spent while sixteen year old Megan Nichols, still technically a virgin, lay beneath me, crying softly, her stomach juices already beginning to digest male sperm for the first time in her young life.
*******
“Please… get off me,” she begged a moment later. “You’re really hurting my arms!”
I rolled off her, and she immediately rolled to her side, finally taking weight of her poor arms. As I lay beside her, the strength that had been drained from me when I climaxed was slowly returning. The girl, facing away from me, was quiet. She had quit crying. Slowly, almost absently, my hands began exploring her nubile body. Her body tensed slightly at this, but she didn’t offer any resistance. I pushed her skirt, which had been in a bunch around her waist, down her legs and off her feet. Her blouse, bra and sweater remained in disarray around her upper torso. With her hands cuffed behind her back I could not remove these items. That didn’t matter at the moment.
My hands felt up every inch of Megan Nichol’s hot, young body. As they did so, I recalled the moments I had seen her in public: that first time in the shopping center in her tight jeans, and then at her volleyball game. As my hand traveled up and down her long, smooth, bare legs, I remembered how fantastic, how athletic those legs had looked as she moved around like a tigress on the volleyball court. My cock was re-stiffening now as my hands now groped those nicely muscled legs and ran in between her inviting thighs. I recalled how marvelous her young breasts had looked when pressed against her tight volleyball jersey, and now I was cupping those very tits in my hands, squeezing them, feeling the nipples stiffen between my fingers.
The young teenager was trembling. “Are you going to kill me?”
She was lying on her side in a pre-natal position, her back to me as my hands groped her. Her words were so soft that I barely heard her. “No, sweetheart, I told you. If you’re a good girl, I won’t hurt you. You remember I told you that?” When she didn’t respond, I shook her shoulder. “Do you remember I said that?” I repeated.
“Yes,” she said softly, still facing away from me.
“What I am going to do, Megan, is, I’m going to fuck you.” I paused. “Will that be okay with you?” I was rewarded with a soft gasp from her throat and redoubled trembling in her hot, young body. “You liked it when I ate your pussy. You came all over my face. I bet you’ll like my dick even more.”
“No…please mister…”
“Shut up, Megan!” I continued my fondling that nude body—nude save for the blouse and sweater that continued bunched around her neck and shoulders. “So, far, I think you have been a very good girl. I think you’re a very smart girl. Smart enough to know what’s good for you.” I paused, my hand on the curve of her ass. “I’ll bet you’re an A student, aren’t you, Megan?”
When she didn’t respond, I said, “Megan, part of being a good girl is answering me when I ask you something. Now, I asked if you were an A student.”
This time she nodded her head. I spanked her ass hard. “Speak to me!” I hissed.
“Yes!” she cried.
“Yes what?”
”Yes I’m an A student!”
“That’s better.” My hands now went between her thighs as she continued lying in her fetal position, her back to me.
“Have you ever been fucked before, Megan?”
Her body tensed, but she said nothing. Patiently, I repeated my question. This time, in a whispered voice that I could hardly hear: “No.”
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yes.” Her voice cracked. She was sobbing quietly.
“Christ,” I said, “I thought kids your age these days were getting it on!”
There was silence in the room. The girl’s sobs were so subdued as to be inaudible. “The boys in that fucking Catholic school must be fucking gay!” I continued. My hand was now reaching around her, fondling her young breasts.
“I don’t think Bobby Wilson is gay,” I said. “Have you gone out with Bobby?”
“How do you…” she started, then stopped.
“How do I know about you and Bobby Wilson? I know a lot about you, Megan. More than you can imagine.” At that point I squeezed one of her breasts hard. She groaned. “And, I’m glad to say, I’m getting to know you now even better!” I played with her nipple that was actually quite erect.
“Hasn’t Bobby tried to get into your panties?”
I waited patiently for her to answer. There was silence for at least ten seconds. Finally, as if she remembered that she had best answer my questions, she said: “Yes. All boys have. Boys are sick! You’re sick!”
I laughed at that. My hand was now feeling her slender neck. After awhile, I asked: “Is your hymen still intact?” This time, after waiting fewer than ten seconds, I removed my hand from her neck and spanked her round ass with force.
“Ouch!” she cried.
“Answer me, you little cunt! Is your fucking hymen still in place?”
“I…I…don’t know!” she cried.
“Well, let’s find out!” With that I rolled the girl onto her back once again, her arms beneath her, and pushed her thighs apart.
“No!” she cried, but my hand was already at the juncture of her legs. With her arms still pinned behind her back, she was powerless to do anything to stop me. She kicked her legs in protest, but that didn’t hinder me from inserting a finger knuckle-deep into her vagina. She threw her head to one side and shut her eyes tightly as this male intruder had his way with her pussy. Her grimaces told me that she felt it when a second finger was introduced into her virgin intimacy.
What was a hymen supposed to feel like, though? I frankly had very little experience with virgins. With my thumb outside on the girl’s lower belly, I pushed my two fingers deeply into her. There was no barrier of any kind that impeded my access.
“Do you stick things up your cunt when you masturbate, Megan?” I asked her as my fingers continued to explore her girlhood. No response. I squeezed her, pushing down on her belly with my thumb, trying to touch the fingers inside her pussy with the thumb. “Do you fucking stick things up your cunt!?”
“Yes!” she cried, squirming beneath me on the bed.
“Good,” I said. “Then you’ll be ready for a real cock!”
As the teenage girl squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, my gynecological examination of her gradually evolved into a regular old finger fucking. Two of my fingers penetrated her tight, wet vagina with in-and-out strokes while my thumb played against her clitoris. My other hand massaged her fine, young breasts. The fear that had engrossed the girl earlier in our encounter was now morphing into humiliation as she threw her head to its side, facing away from me and the indignity of my fingers having their way with her femininity.
“If this were Coach Brady doing this to you, it’d be okay, wouldn’t it, Megan?”
Again the girl gave a sign of surprise, but then she spat: “Coach Brady would kill you for doing this!”
“Oh, a father figure, huh? I thought you wanted to fuck him?”
“Fuck you!” she spat. I had to chuckle at that.
Initially, in her humiliation at being finger fucked by a home invader, the girl’s instincts had been to try to close her legs against this violation. This was fine with me, for it allowed me to feel the pressure of the insides of her luscious thighs as I finger fucked her. After several long minutes of this, however, she more or less gave up any resistance, and I felt her body sag back onto the mattress, her legs relaxing.
“Good girl, Megan,” I said soothingly. “Just relax. Let this happen.” I studied the side of her face as she continued to look away from me, toward the wall. I could see my dried sperm caked on her cheek.
My penis by this time was once again huge and ready for action. I wanted to fuck this girl very badly, and it took will power at this moment not to mount the little bitch and fuck her brains loose. But I wanted to do it in front of her mother. I wanted her mother to watch as her darling little teenage daughter was raped before her very eyes.
I glanced at my watch. It was five thirty. I had been assaulting my victim for over an hour. “When does your mother get home, Megan?” I continued finger fucking the girl as I spoke.
The girl snapped her head around and looked at me. It was the first time she had really established eye contact with me since I had shot my wad in her mouth. “She…she’ll be home really soon. You’d better get out of here!”
“Get out of here?” I replied in mock consternation. “Why, Megan, the party hasn’t even begun. The real party’s when your mom gets here.”
No!” she cried. “Don’t hurt my mom!”
I smiled. “Megan, I’m going to treat you mom the same way I’m treating you. If she’s good, everything will be alright.”
“No! Don’t do this to my mother!” She became hysterical.
*******
Sandra McFarland’s SUV rolled into the garage at 6:15 pm. She strode from the garage into the kitchen in a workout outfit: white cross training shoes, black, tight leotards and a bulky grey sweatshirt two sizes too big for her. She called out for her daughter: “Megan? Are you home, hon?” From my hiding spot I watched her as she checked the microwave. She pressed some buttons and the microwave hummed into action. “Megan?”
I watched as Sandra thumbed through the day’s mail, throwing all but a single envelop into the trash. “Megan? Where are you, babe?”
She put her purse and gym bag on the dinning room table and walked to the foot of the stairs leading up. She saw that the light was on in the upstairs hall. I quickly went to her purse and removed her cell phone, and hid it in my bag of tricks. Earlier in the day I had removed all the internal house phone cords.
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