I could feel that I was again on the verge of climax, and this time, instead of denying it, I let it swell. I continued sending my penis in and out of her tight vagina with deep, solid stokes, feeling the walls of the vagina cling to my dick like a baby monkey clinging to its mother’s belly. I felt my balls harden in anticipation of the release of what I knew would be a monstrous ejaculation.
When the explosion occurred, I ceased my pumping in mid-stroke so that I could better feel the spasms of my cum leaving my balls and shooting into the condom that was this poor girl’s only protection against a possible teen pregnancy.
When the spam subsided, I renewed humping her lovely ass, crying “yes, yes” over and over until, at last, I collapsed in exhaustion on top of her, burying her from view on the cheap mattress.
My rape of this beautiful, eighteen-year-old was now complete. The room was now eerily quiet.
Minutes later I stirred myself back into action. I had to. I would have preferred to have just remained there, lying spent on top of the young honey that I had just ravished, and savoring the warmth of her body beneath me in the afterglow of what had been an extremely satisfying sexual exploit. But I couldn’t. What time was it? I had taken my watch off and put it in my pants pocket.
I pulled myself off the unconscious girl. My penis slid from her cunt. When it did so, I stared at it in horror. The condom was not on it!
Shit! Panicking, I got down between the sleeping girl’s spread legs and took a close look at her recently fucked pussy. Her body was still face down, her belly still on the pillow that I had placed there. The condom had to still be inside her! I had to reach in and get it!
I rolled the girl onto her back again to perform this procedure. Gingerly, I reached a finger into the sopping wet pussy. When I felt nothing immediately, I pushed the finger in further, about two inches, and there it was! I could feel the damn thing. Cursing, I sent a second finger inside the wet teen pussy that I had just fucked and, by pinching the condom between the two fingers, was able to pull the damn thing out.
As I did so, I saw—again with horror—that the fucking thing had broken! Fuck! How much of my cum had gotten into the girl?! Did any of it get pumped as far as her uterus?! Or were any of my “boys” crawling their way at that very moment to get at her fertile chamber?!
I closely examined the tattered purple prophylactic. Fucking cheap ass gas station rubbers! A significant amount of my cum appeared to be in the thing, but from the way the thing was torn, it looked pretty obvious that some of it had probably gotten out. I cursed as an amount of my cum trickled from condom and onto my fingers, and angrily threw the torn latex against a wall.
Fighting against panic, my mind raced for ideas. Could I douche her? No, what would that accomplish? Nothing unless I had a spermicide, which I didn’t, and there were no pharmacies for miles. I had seen an ad recently for an over-the-counter morning after pill, but again, who knew WHERE the closest pharmacy was?
I looked at my watch. Ten thirty. I had to go. Forget it. I told myself that I did NOT just knock this little bitch up, so quit worrying. I had to get her dressed and get her home quickly, that was all.
I looked at the cum on my fingers, and then had a devilish idea. Instead of wiping the cum off on the sheets, as I was about to do, I reached to the girl’s mouth, inserted my fingers between her slightly parted lips, and wiped the cum on her soft, wet tongue.
I then dressed rapidly and, once I was clothed, proceeded to round up the few items of the girl’s clothing. This was certainly going to be something I had never done before! As indicated earlier, I had taken the clothes off many a female in my time, but never had I had the occasion of putting them back on!
Before starting, there were a few last photos that I needed to take. Pictures of the girl’s nude body post-rape from various angles, including a close-up of a very wet pussy. Once done with that, I noted with amazement that I had taken a total of some thirty pictures altogether since bringing my young victim into this lair.
No more time to waste. I took a towel and wiped the teen’s snatch as dry as I could, then slid her panties over her feet and pulled them up her long, lovely legs until they snugly fit into position at her crotch. Next came the strapless bra. I felt like a little girl dressing her Barbie doll. Did Barbie ever wear bras, though? Good question. I don’t think so.
I paused for a moment to stare at the teenager now in her sexy bra and panties. “You were a fantastic piece of ass, sweetie,” I said aloud.
Next was the tube top, over the head and arms and into position fitting tightly against those remarkable twin peaks. Then the skirt, which proved to be as difficult pushing up over her hips as it had been when pulling it down. Finally, the high heeled shoes went back onto the girl’s feet. My little Barbie doll was ready to go home.
I carried my rape victim’s lifeless body back to the Porsche and carefully sat her in the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt around her. Her short skirt had hiked up scandalously high on her thighs. I tugged the hem downward as much as I could, but it wasn’t more than an inch at the most. As I shut the car’s door, I took a last glance at those marvelous thighs with the satisfaction of knowing that I had just fucked the pussy that lay at their delicious juncture.
In only ten minutes I was pulling into the driveway of the girl’s house, thanks to my trusty GPS. The timing was perfect. It was only 10:45, sixteen minutes before the girl’s curfew. A moment of reckoning was approaching. My god, I was about to meet the parents of a teenage girl I had just raped! Stay cool, I told myself.
Lights were on in the house. How best to deliver the girl? What to tell the parents about their darling daughter passed out in my car? I decided to leave her in the car and introduce myself first and explain the situation. As I walked up to the door I saw a woman at a downstairs window. The curtain closed and she disappeared, only to open the front door before I was able to knock.
There was a worried expression on the woman’s face. “Everything’s okay,” I quickly reassured her. “Brittany’s okay. She’s in my car. I’m Ashley Collins’ dad. Ashley called me and had me bring Brittany home. I’m…I’m afraid she had a little too much to drink.”
The woman was obviously relieved and opened the door a little wider. I looked over her shoulder to see if the man of the house was there, but saw no one else.
“Thank god,” the woman said. “I’ve been calling Brittany’s cell phone, but knowing her, the battery’s probably dead.”
The woman was very attractive. I could see that Brittany had taken after her mother.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to carry her in,” I said. “She passed out right as I picked the girl’s up, and she hasn’t come to.”
I turned to go back to the car, and the woman, pulling a sweater over her shoulders, followed me. “How embarrassing!” she cried. “I’m so sorry, Mr….Collins, you said?”
“Joe”, I said. “Don’t worry. Kids these days. They do kind of go overboard now and then.”
“I am grounding her for this,” the woman muttered as she walked behind me to my car. “She is so grounded!”
The mother shut the car door for me after I lifted her young daughter out of the passenger seat. She then ran ahead of me as I approached the front door carrying the girl in my arms, the girl’s arms and legs dangling, her miniskirt hiked so far up that there would have been nothing left to anyone’s imagination. Maybe a neighbor or two were watching? I knew that this was embarrassing the mother greatly, but what the hell could I possible do about that?
The woman opened the front door for me and I walked inside carrying her precious daughter. Still no sign of the father.
“Could you please take her upstairs? To her bedroom?” The embarrassment in the mother’s voice was palpable. “I’m so ashamed. This is not how we raised her. I am so glad her father is out of town and can’t see this.”
I, too, was glad that daddy was out of town. I really didn’t want to see him or even think he existed.
Upstairs, the mother lead me down a hallway and stood by the open door to the girl’s bedroom as I carried her daughter in. The room was softly illuminated by a night light. There was a single, twin size bed in the room on which I lay the girl. As I did so, I could have sworn that her eyes flickered open. I hesitated a second to look, but I must have been imagining things, because she appeared now to be sleeping peacefully.
The skirt had ridden up so high when I lay her down that her pink lace panties were visible. I pretended not to notice. In fact, I made a point of turning away quickly so that the mom would think I was a perfect gentleman. What the shit. I had already seen—and had—everything this little girl had to offer, so I sure as hell didn’t need to gawk at her further in front of her mother, who now rushed over to the bed and pulled a blanket over the girl’s body after removing her high heel shoes.
I did take a moment to glance around the dimly lit bedroom of the sixteen year old girl whom I had just had the privilege of fucking. That proved to be a turn-on: the requisite stuffed animals; posters of Hollywood celebrities and musical groups; clothes strewn about. I felt my penis stirring anew as I walked out into the hall.
Brittany’s mom came out after me and pulled the door to the girl’s bedroom shut behind her. “I can’t thank you enough…Joe”
The pain in her eyes really made me feel sorry for her. “No trouble at all, ma’am.”
“Julie,” she said. Suddenly I became concerned that she might smell her daughter’s cunt juices on my face. But then, as I could at last get a good look at her in the hallway light, my mind turned to something else. I was now able to notice how beautiful she was despite the worried lines around her eyes, and I felt something other than sorry for her. Let’s see: her husband was gone and her daughter was passed out. I felt like dragging her to her bedroom and scoring a mother/daughter combo in one night. That would really be something! Too bad I didn’t have the cojones to do it.
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