He kicked his overalls and boxers away, making his movements easier. He then bunched her top up, pulling her bra down and leering over the sight of her developing breasts. “Mmm when did your tits get so nice Kiara? You should get these out more often.” he chuckled inanely at his own joke as his cock was prodding at her hole, desperate to fulfil years of fantasising and wanking over her. He fumbled into position, not made any easier by her petrified shaking. He grabbed her hands and pinned them down on the pillow by her head, his body looming over her. He licked his lips, savouring the last few seconds of her being a virgin, before he thrust forward. He pushed deep into her with one swift motion, rupturing her hymen harshly and forcing her tightness to rip open wide and accommodate his thick girth. The pain was like stabbing electricity between her legs and she screamed out with all her might, her crying mixing with her yells as he held still, breathing deep as her sore pussy clutched onto him. Through the haze he saw her mouth open and took advantage of it to launch into a deep tongue-lashing kiss. He completely disregarded her terror, moaning into her mouth, revelling in finally being inside the sweet sexy girl.
He rested breathlessly above her, smirking as his cock pulsated rhythmically inside her body. He held himself, enveloped fully by her freshly penetrated hole. By now he didn’t know quite how they’d got there but the feelings of a virgin pussy clamped around his cock were amazing. He pulled back, her blood and juices making him slip easily in and out. He mashed his lips against hers again, his tongue invading her mouth as his cock started to hammer away at her pussy. “Mmmm fuck yeh.. You like that cock. You like that cock inside you don’t you baby. Fucking take it!” he mumbled almost incoherently between kisses, the bitter taste of whisky still on his tongue. He wanted to feel more friction and sped up, grabbing and squeezing one of her breasts as the wet sucking sounds began between them. “Fuck that’s tight,” he gasped out, more to himself than to her. His eyes were still burning into hers, her body feeling like a limp rag doll underneath him as he took what he wanted with his cock.
She continued to screech in pain as he forced his way in and out of her again and again. She’d wanted to wait for someone special. She’d wanted her first time to be sweet romantic lovemaking, and now here was this monster shattering all of her dreams of that, brutally raping her. Her body trembled violently as she silently prayed for it all to be over quickly. She concluded that this must all be because of her mum being away this week and Phil having sexual frustration. Maybe in his drunken state he even imagined she was Sadie. But it wasn’t that at all. Phil knew exactly who she was and his cock was only so throbbing hard right now because it was the younger girl he was fucking. Her legs were knocked wider apart with his pounding and he was starting to snort and grunt above her, his animalistic cravings for her kicking in. She tried to turn her head away, imagining being somewhere else entirely until he was done. Despite his blurred vision though he noticed immediately and yanked her face back, kissing her again.
Her screams were now in time with his thrusts, their bodies slapping loudly together. “P-Please Phil..I’m not mum! Please” she begged, trying to knock some sense into him. Her words were jerky and broken up as he pounded the breath from her body. He let go of her hands above her head to grope at her growing tits, and she seized the opportunity. As his coarse fingers mauled at her soft mounds, she brought her hands down to hit him on the head in one last desperate attempt, trying to force him off of her enough to be able to scramble away, her only thought now to call the police or her mum. His thrusting was interrupted as he felt her attack. He thrashed wildly up and grabbed her wrists again, slamming them down and drilling the heels of his hands into each of them.
“You vicious little whore! Stay still whilst I’m fucking you!” he humped away hard, his shaft making her sore swollen pussy lips gape wide. She wept harder as she had no choice but to give into his strength.
He glanced down between them,, seeing his thickness driving inside her, disappearing over and over, the sound of her helpless squeals in time with his thrusts. His eyes could pick out the scarlet stream of blood trickling out of her pussy and down her thighs, and he grinned as he looked back up. “You really were a virgin slut.” he showed his teeth as he chuckled, kicking her legs further apart and jack hammering hard. His dulled drunken senses meant he had to pound harder than ever to get release, drilling her deep into the springs of her mattress. Her body felt tired and already drained from the abuse. She tried to scream out again for any kind of help but the tears were overwhelming her and her voice only came out as a silent whisper.
Angry and annoyed at her reluctance to everything, Phil dragged his cock out and crawled up her body, holding himself up on one hand as he aimed his cock right at her tear-stained face, wanking it hard above her. As he started to jerk his fist up and down, she shut her mouth but kept her eyes open, looking right up at him as he started to moan again and she realised he was getting ever closer to his climax. He grabbed onto her hair and forced her face up to look at him, clenching his fist tighter as his cock began to flex violently, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her face. He kept his eyes glued on the scene, laughing silently. His cock drooped a little, the last few jets landing on her neck and chest.
He sighed heavily as he relaxed, then toppled over sideways, coming to lay beside her, getting his breath back. She lay there, drained, distraught and utterly broken. As he pulled her onto her side, she didn’t even have the strength to wipe the cum off, and she simply wept softly into her pillow, half facing him and half squashed into the pillow as he looked at her, his eyes meeting hers. She cried harder at the thought that her own mother’s boyfriend had raped her. She flinched as he reached over to touch her, gently stroking at her hair and tracing his fingers at the stray strands that clung onto her cum-covered face, tucking them behind her ear. Her sobs were audible in the now silent room, her tears still present and her body still shaking from the shock of the events. He panted as he tried to regain composure, his lips constantly plastered into a smile. “You are… mmmm just… wow..” he yawned as his drunken haze finally threatened to overwhelm him. He ran his thumb in circles over the slippery cum squirted on her cheek. He laughed at the whole absurdity of it all. He began to drift off, snoring loudly next to her, his cock still out, now growing limp.
She lay next to him, scared and shaking, tears still racking her body for a long time afterwards. She wiped her face in the pillow, cum, sweat and tears all over it now. She turned it over to the clean side, only then realising she was still lying in a pool of her own virgin blood. She tried to ignore it as he snored away loudly next to her in the double bed, pain shooting through her sore, used and swollen pussy. She got up on shaky legs, just about able to at least put her shirt, panties and bra back on. She watched him as he slept, the satisfied smirk still there as he lay unconscious from the booze. She looked away and staggered out of the room and into the bathroom, washing her blood-stained legs and her sweaty body, being careful as she washed between her legs. She sobbed as she cleaned herself, trying as best she could to remove any trace of their encounter, as if the warm water could also remove the shame and disgust she felt inside. As she made her way to the door of her room she hesitated, not wanting to go in there again. She shook her head and moved away to the top of the stairs, letting him sleep on her bloody cum-covered sheets. Her breath was trembling even as she pulled up a blanket and tried to make herself comfortable on the settee. She twisted and turned, vivid images of the hellish nightmare still flashing in her head. Eventually she drifted off into a troubled, restless sleep.