Young Coed resists landlord

[Gareman]

Slipping back into Heather's apartment, I heard her running a bath. Moving slowly, I snuck over to the bathroom door and stood watching the young girl remove her clothing.

Eyes glued, I watched as she striipped off her blouse and bra, revealing her small firm breasts. Next she removed her slacks and panties... MMMM... she looked good.

"Aw... Fuck it," I said silently to myself, taking a step forward. She may protest, but I'm much stronger and she would have no chance if I decided to take her right here and now...

And then she turned....

Spinning around, I acted surprised to see her. Apologizing, I made up some lame excuse about wanting to know her movie preferences.

"Honest, Mr. C. It's okay. Really. I know you didn't mean any harm. Stuff... happens is all."

"Yeah, stuff almost just did happen my little angel," I thought. "And stuff will happen...just you wait."

Returning downstairs, I angrily set about getting ready. I had almost blown the whole deal with one moment of weakness ! Oh sure, I could have overpowered her and had my way with her, but then what ?

I showered, shaved and found a bottle of 'Old Spice'. How much more fatherly could I be. Flipping through the entertainment section of the paper I found a movie complex playing the newest horror flick.

"Hey Heather," I called up the stairs. "Whenever you are ready, we can leave."

Thinking about the evening ahead, I actually was slightly nervous. Like a highschool kid preparing for his first date I wondered how things would turn out. Going through my mental checklist, I made sure that every 't' was crossed and 'i' was dotted. Even going as far as dropping a couple of condoms into my wallet...

Hey, you never know...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Whenever you are ready, we can leave."

I heard Mr. C call up the stairs to me. "Be right down!" I called back as I looked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a light pink halter and a denim mini. (Neat and clean just like Mom said it was best to look.) I had to agree as I grabbed a sweater and tied it around my waist.

Giving my short blonde hair a quick brush, I headed out the door and down the stairs.

"Here I am, Mr. C" I said as I held my arms out and spun around. "How do I look?"

Mr. C grinned and gave me a thumb's up. Kinda like Dad I thought with a smile. Yup. This was gonna be a great 'date'.

I slipped my arm through his as we headed out to the car. "Sooo.. Did you decide what we would go see yet? There are a lot of good movies out. Do you like popcorn? Dad and I always shared a bucket and a drink. How 'bout candy? I LOVE Hot Tamales. How about you?"

Mr. C just grinned some more and opened the car door to let me in. "Gosh, Mr. C... Am I babbling again? I'm just so excited. It's just like when Dad and I would go out."

 

[Gareman]

I heard Heather coming down the stairs and stepped back into the hallway to greet her. My chin neary hit the floor when I saw the outfit she had chosen.

Trying to keep a "fatherly aire" about me, I forced myself to smile and give her a quick "thumbs-up".

As she babbled on about her dad, I could barely stand the irony. She was comparing me to "good old dad" left and right. I wondered if Dad ever got the kind of hard-on I had in her presence.

Opening the car door, I snuck another peek as she slipped into the passenger seat. Her thin young legs were almost childlike. I had to continue to convince myself that she was "of age" in order to stifle the small pangs of guilt that somehow found their way past my cold, devious exterior.

Walking around the vehicle, I doubled checked my jacket pockets. Feeling the small length of rope and the smooth material of Carol's scarf, I felt a certain "giddiness" of my own.

"Oh I really doubt that this will be anything like when you and dad went out," I whispered to myself.

Opening the driver's side door, I climbed in and sat for just a moment. Smiling at Heather, I "innocently" patted her thigh and studied her young face.

"You'll see what movie I've chosen when we get there, young lady."

Her youthful smile broadened...

"In fact, I've got a few surprises for you tonight."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"In fact, I've got a few surprises for you tonight."

I got really excited when I heard Mr. C say that. Geez, I love surprises. Well, who doesn't?

We pulled up in front of a small theater. I looked up at the marquis as we got out of the car. An Affair of Love. Mr. C smiled and shrugged when I looked at him. "I thought you would like this one. I haven't seen it myself, but you can't really go wrong with a love story."

I nodded as he held the door to the theater open. The lobby was small and the permeated with the smells of stale cigarettes and buttered popcorn and age... Everything was a faded burgundy, even the carpet. The place was ancient. From the 60's at least.

A weary looking woman looked up from her book and put her cigarette down as we approached. "How many?"

"Just two. One for me and one for my date," Mr. C chuckled. The woman barely raised an eyebrow as she took the money and slid the tickets under the window.

"I guess this isn't a very busy place," I said to Mr. C.

"Probably not. At least no one will bother us while we watch the movie. Popcorn, Heather?"

"You know it, Mr. C," I said eagerly. "And Sno-Caps if they have them? Or Sugar Babies? Dad always bought those for me."

Mr. C grinned in an odd sort of way just then. Maybe just my imagination. I shrugged it off as we climbed the stairs to the balcony and he led us into the back corner to watch the film.

 

[Gareman]

Heather looked surprised as I parked the car in front of the "Burnstown Theater", a looked that I expected to be repeated throughout the evening. At her age, she probably never realized that old theaters like this existed - why with the complexes they have now who would ever come here ?

I wanted a place that wouldn't be crowded and would provide some privacy. This was definitely the right spot !

As we made our way up to the balconey, I took every opportunity to visually undress my naive young "date".

When she mentioned Sugar Babies I smiled what I'm sure was an evil smile.

"They don't build them like this anymore, do they ?" I said smiling.

"I'll bet your Mom and Dad would appreciate this old lady."

I watched her expression as I included her parents in the conversation. She may have been old enough to attend college but she was as wet-behind-the-ears as they come.

I decided to test her a little.

"And I'll bet that Dad would really appreciate how secluded this old balconey is. I bet he had some fun in one just like this."

As I finished... the lights dimmed and the "Coming Attractions" started.

The balconey was empty except for the two of us.

The speakers began booming trailers for the latest and greatest creations of Hollywood and gently...slowly...I let my arm slip around Heather and settle on the back of her seat. I knew that even if this made her uncomfortable, she wouldn't let on. Because for "Pete's Sake" I am with dad....

I turned and watched her. Her eyes glued to the big screen. Mine scanning from her soft, full lips....down her long, thin neck and finally settling on the small breasts - so firm - so close !!

Knowing she couldn't hear me I whisper

"Oh sweet child, if only you knew the nasty things I'm going to do to you."

Turning to watch the action on the screen, I let my hand slide down from the chair back and onto her soft bare shoulder.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

When the theater darkened...

and the opening credits for the movie began, Mr. C put his arm around my shoulder kinda like at home when I would curl up on the couch to watch TV with Mom or Dad. I snuggle in and dip my hand into the popcorn as the story begins to unfold.

Ohhh... This is not what I expected at all, I think as it begins with the heroine placing an ad for a liaison to act out a sexual fantasy. This is an 'art film', Heather I remind myself as Mr. C appears to get comfortable in his seat. Act sophisticated, will you?

I sit quietly as the movie continues. Mr. C looks over every now and again and I find myself smiling back despite my discomfort with the film. Nothing can happen to me while he's here... I feel so comfortable with him.

I find myself wiggling in my seat when the couple begin to have relations for the first time. That tingling between my legs is making me kind of uncomfortable. Mr. C shifts and turns to me, "Enjoying the movie, Heather?" What can I say but "Yes"? I don't want him to think I'm immature for goodness sake.

I try to concentrate on other things to take my mind off the reaction I am having to what the couple in the movie is doing. Classes that I will be starting. The new friends I made. Looking for a job. Before long the movie has ended, and Mr. C is standing. "Come on, girl. I have another surprise for you" he says with a grin.

"Another surprise?? We aren't going to Puff's?"

"No... " Mr. C says rather mysteriously. "I have something completely different planned. I think you will like this surprise much, much better."

As we left the theater, the sun was not completely down yet. One nice thing about summer, I thought to myself as I got into the car. "Are you going to tell me where we're going now, Mr. C?"

He turned to me and grinned, pointing to a picnic basket on the back seat. "A picnic??" I squealed. "I love picnics!!"

 

[Gareman]

Throughout the movie, I watched Heather and noted her uneasiness. Ironically, she seemed to cuddle closer, feeling somehow safer with me. God if she only knew.

Her sweet perfume filled my nostrils. I stroked her shoulder in a fatherly manner, but all I could think about was how much I wanted her.

The movie seemed to drag on forever. The steamy scenes were few, although the subject was definitely very stimulating.

When the film finally ended, Heather seemed too eager to go. Her eyes lit up when I mentioned another surprise and before I long we were in the car.

"A picnic?? I love picnics!!" she gushed, when I showed her the small basket in the backseat, not knowing what I had packed.

My hand patted her leg gently.

"Heather, you are going to make some lucky guy very happy," I said with a wink. "You are so easy to please."

As I pulled off the main highway and onto a narrow dirt road, I saw no expression of concern on her innocent young face. In fact, I would describe what I saw as pure childlike joy. My hand remained on her knee.

"So Heather, what did you think of the movie ?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely interested. "Was it what you had expected ?"

I make another turn down an even narrower road and approach the small clearing that I have chosen for our "picnic spot". Pulling over, I turn off the car and wait for her response. My cock is hard and ready, throbbing eagerly in my pants. I just hope I have the courage to go through with this...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"So Heather, what did you think of the movie?"

I knew Mr. C was going to ask that question. Geez! What do I say for crying out loud? For some reason I don't want to sound like some unsophisticated little girl from the boondocks. Stall while you think of something, Heather.

Grabbing the basket from the back seat, I jump out of the car. "You get the blanket, Mr. C!"

He's a step ahead of me as I circle round the car. Mr. C is already shaking it out and spreading it on the ground. I smile down at him as I lower myself and open the basket. A bottle of wine and two glasses are the first things I see. I look up at my date to see him watching me. "Wine, Mr. C?"

"Yes. Wine, Heather" he smiles. "And since we have now gone on our first official date, I wonder if you wouldn't like to call me Uncle Michael or just Michael instead of Mr. C?" He busied himself opening the bottle and handed me a glass which he filled for me.

"It's okay about the name. You can think about it if you need to," he said as he poured his own glass. Raising his to mine, he clinked them together. "A toast to Heather! The most delightful date a man could ever have."

I could feel my face going all red. I was excited and flattered all at once, but there was something about the way Mr. C was looking at me. I tipped my glass up and drank it down without thinking. I could feel the rush almost immediately.

Mr. C was filling my glass again. I tried to protest but he hushed me and reached into the picnic basked, pulling out a rose. "For you, my blushing rose."

"Mr. C!" I squealed, burying my nose in the fragrant blossom. "I love roses! Thank you!!" I almost lost my balance, but Mr. C steadied me. Giggling, I saw that he was staring at me with a huge grin. "I never had wine before, but I like it." I confessed as I drank the rest of what was in my glass.

 

[Gareman]

After drinking the first two glasses, I could tell the wine was starting to affect Heather. Her words were becoming slightly slurred and she started acting slightly tipsy.

I poured her a third, calculating that it should be just enough to cloud her judgement without rendering her unconscious.

"So you still haven't answered my question, young lady," I pried, brushing a loose strand of hair from her eye. "Did you enjoy the movie ?"

I could tell that she was trying to regain her equilibrium, but the alcohol was making it difficult. Her eyes blinked as she made a valiant effort to clear the cobwebs that had obviously begun forming in her brain. Slowly this time, she sipped the wine, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably.

I smiled to myself, reaching down and slipping off her shoes.

"I'm curious if you found the plot to be realistic."

"You know, could you ever imagine yourself doing something of that nature ?"

She smiled a shy, slightly inebriated smile, wiggling her bare toes and hiccupping. I repositioned myself next to her but facing her. My hand found her knee; again a friendly gesture, as I waited for her response.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I look down at Mr. C's hand...

on my knee. I feel comfortable but kind of awkward at the same time. He wants me to tell him what I thought of the movie. It's really warm tonight. Must be the wine. I take another sip.

"The movie... " I find my words are slightly slurred and giggle a bit. "The story was good. The love story part of it. *hic* " I felt flushed and a little embarrassed.

"It was kind of interesting how they met, don't you think?" Mr. C asked with a smile. "You know, could you ever imagine yourself doing something of that nature ?"

"Yes!" I blurted out without thinking. She had put an ad in the paper to find someone to play out her sexual fantasies. Something about that excited me, but I couldn't say that out loud. On the other hand, if I didn't say something, would he think I was just a little prude? Or a country hick? Somehow it mattered that Mr. C thought of me as being more grown up.

"Wait! I didn't mean that I could do something like that. I meant that it was interesting how they met," I blurted out. Could I do something like that? I didn't know. I mean I had never had sex let alone thought about...

Mr. C reached out and cupped my foot. I giggled as he began to massage it. "Oooh, Mr. C! That really tickles!" I wiggled my toes and yanked my foot to pull my foot away. It knocked me off balance and I fell backward, giggling all the more.

 

[Gareman]

As Heather lay back giggling, I moved in up and took the half-empty glass of wine from her.

"I wouldn't want you to spill this on yourself," I said placing the glass on the ground, next to the blanket.

She continued lying on her back, seemingly enjoying the affect the alcohol was having on her. It was obvious that it, not she, was in control.

"Heather, has anyone ever told you what a beautiful young lady you are ?" I asked, allowing my hand to touch her slender leg, just above the knee.

"Not only are you beautiful and intelligent," I continued, sliding up a bit, "but you are also very sexy."

She seemed confused by my words and my actions. I'm sure Dad never spoke this way to her. And he definitely never acted quite this way.

"Ever since I first saw you, all I've thought about is being with you."

My hand reached the hem of her skirt and began pushing it up. The smooth material slid easily on her soft skin.

"I mean, how could any man resist a cute little body like yours..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"How could any man resist a cute little body like yours..."

Is it really Mr. C saying those things to me? I feel as though I'm floating. The wine, I suppose...

There's a hand on my leg. Sliding up my thigh. No! I don't want this to happen. Not Mr. C! But it feels nice...

He's too OLD! He isn't supposed to be doing this! He's like a DAD for Pete's sake! I feel his hand pushing my skirt up. Smooth. My skin tingles. Like when I need to touch.

Will Mr. C touch me? NO! He mustn't. I try to move my leg away from his hand, but it just seems to fall to the side, exposing me further to his exploration. I feel as limp as a rag doll.

I am curious and repulsed all at once. It's not supposed to happen this way. But I don't want to hurt his feelings. Make him mad at me. Why am I so embarrassed? I'm not the one doing anything wrong.

Higher. NO!! Oh, sweet heaven. How do I make this stop? Do I want it to?

"Please, Mr. C... " I whimper quietly. "Please... "

 

[Gareman]

I watched Heather's expression as my hand slid further up her soft thigh. I knew she was surprised by my actions, but she seemed incapable of fighting. Encouraged by her passive response I moved my hand not only higher on her leg, but also more to the inside.

"Please, Mr. C... Please... "

Her words, so soft and unsure excited me even more. I moved closer, bending forward and pressing my lips to hers. The scent of her perfume and taste of her lipstick made me insane with lust. I hadn't felt this way in so long...

I felt her young body begin to tremble and felt her lips tighten just before she turned her head away, breaking off the kiss.

My exploring hand felt the edge of her cotton panties and continued to the young girls mound which hid beneath the soft material. Moving my hand slowly, I began to rub, feeling the slight moisture of the fabric increasing to a wetness within seconds.

"Just relax Heather," I whispered softly. "I'll make you feel so good."

"I'll show you things that daddy only wishes he could..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"I'll show you things that daddy only wishes he could..."

Daddy?? An alarm rang in my mind. This is so wrong!

Isn't it?

I turned my face away from Mr. C, breaking the kiss. "Mr. C... I've fallen and I can't get up," I giggle. For some reason I don't want him to be angry with me, but I am so uncomfortable.

His hand. Rubbing. Touching. I feel myself responding. Wanting him to slip his fingers inside my panties. I feel excited and repulsed at the same time.

"Relax, baby girl. Just relax," Mr. C murmurs as he lowers his mouth over mine kissing me deeply. Suddenly, I am kissing him back without thought.

NO!! I jerk my mouth away from his again.

I struggle to get up, but he is holding me down. My heart is pounding wildly. I have to get up. Get away. Stop this.

But how?

 

[Gareman]

Heather tries to sit up but I have no trouble holding her down with my free hand. My other hand continues pressing against her now soaked panties, stimulating her through the wet fabric.

"Just lie back and enjoy it," I instruct. "It's just you and me.... no one will ever know."

Moving both hands up the young girls skirt, I grasp the elastic of her panties and begin to pull them over her smooth buttocks and down her slender legs. I see the confusion in her face....should I comply ??? ...should I fight ???

Her childlike white panties slide down her thighs, reaching her knees....

"That's it sweetheart...that's my good girl."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Mr. C slides my panties down to my knees...

and his hand back up my inner thigh. Slowly. Soothing me with words I can barely discern over the pounding of my heart.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to concentrate. I want Mr. C to touch me, but the thought of him... He's kind of like... Dad. The thought excites me and repulses me all at once.

I can't move. He has me pinned down. Concentrate Heather! Dammit, this isn't right!

I have to get away.

Mr. C's fingers brush against the hair covering my most private of places. No one has ever touched me there before. Except for me. Like a breeze ruffling over, tickling... Without thinking, I begin to arch my hips toward his hand.

"Please... " I hear myself whisper.

Mr. C looks into my face with a grin. "That's it, baby girl. Tell daddy what you want."

"I... I... want... you to take your hands off me and let me up NOW!" I manage to gasp out, pushing him away.

Mr. C looks at me in surprise as I struggle to get up. "No, no, no precious. We can't have this. We can't have this at all."

 

[Gareman]

Heather struggles, probably realizing for the first time what my intentions are. For a second, I hesitate, trying to find words to convince my young 'date' to cooperate. It gives her time to make a quick move, rolling to her left and out of my reach.

She attempts to stand, but her panties, slipping down around her ankles trip her and she falls back to the ground. I scramble on my knees, reaching out and grasping her lower leg. Squeezing tightly, I pull her backward, dragging her back onto the blanket. My free hand reaches out, slipping her panties over her feet and tossing them aside.

"No, no, no, my sweet little girl," I scold as I move my body on top of hers. "I don't think we're through here yet."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Mr. C pins me down with the weight of his body...

I continue to struggle, looking around desperately for a way to escape. I can feel his breath on my neck as he buries his face against me.

"Please... " I whimper quietly as I feel Mr. C place his leg between mine, pushing them apart. The weight of his body is stifling as he grinds against me. Oh! What is that?

Long and hard, I feel it pressing on my thigh. It has to be his... Oh dear heaven, what is he going to do to me? Moaning, I shift my body, trying to shove him off. He's too heavy!

"That's it, my good girl" Mr. C says, his voice a low growl. "You know you want me to make you feel good. Better than when you touch yourself."

Oh my god! How does he know that? Get away, Heather! You have to get away!

Mr. C pulls my blouse up and begins to nuzzle at my breast, still murmuring sounds he means to soothe me with. "No... Please, Mr. C. I... " I cry out as he suddenly bites my nipple and his hand begins to move downward over my belly. Ohhh...

 

[Gareman]

Heather continues to struggle and begs me to stop. I free her small breasts from the confines of her blouse, moving forward to take a nipple in my mouth. She wiggles under me, fighting my advances. My teeth clamp down on her hard nipple, causing her to cry out and allowing me a second to move my hand down her smooth belly.

Gliding further, my fingers find the small patch of pubic hair surrounding her virgin pussy. Opening her moist labia, my finger touches her sensitive clitoris and begins to circle the small blood-engorged nub.

"Ummmm Heather doesn't that feel good," I moan, as I work her clit with my thumb and slowly begin inserting a finger into her tight hole.

"That's right sweetie, just relax and enjoy it."

Shifting my weight to the knee which is positioned between her legs, I try to move my other leg beside it, giving me full access to her womanhood. All I want now is to get between those long thin legs and feel my cock sliding into her girlish cunt.

"Be a good girl and Mr. C will make you feel so good !!"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"No, Mr. C. Please... "

I plead as I feel his fingers enter my most intimate of places. Stroking, rubbing, circling my clitoris I feel myself reacting to his touch. It feels soo...

No! I try to close my legs. Struggling against his weight, I try to keep him from spreading them apart. He's so much stronger than I am. Maneuvering my arms between us, I raise my hands and try to push him off.

"Mr. C, please... don't do this."

I want to scream. My movements become more frenzied as I try to extricate myself from beneath him. I begin to flail my arms around his head and shoulders.

"Nooo!!!!"

 

[Gareman]

Heather's attempts to escape became more desparate. Her hands pressed against my chest, trying to push me away. Realizing the futility in that..she began swinging wildly, and thrashing below me.

As she swung, I grabbed her by the wrist, catching it easily and squeezing it tightly in my large hand. My fingers dug into her thin arm and she winced as I tightened my grip.

Subdued for a moment by pain, her struggling stopped and I took the opportunity to reach into my pocket and retrieve the length of rope that I had placed there earlier.

Taking the rope between my teeth, I reached out and grasped her other wrist, pushing forward to pin them both above her head. Her tearfilled eyes stared up at me, begging for mercy, but I continued with the task at hand and easily tied her small wrists together.

Now with her movements limited, I stretched the remaining length of rope to a small nearby sapling and secured it tightly around it's thin trunk.

"Oh little Heather, it didn't have to be this way," I whispered, moving both hands to her small breasts and squeezing her nipples.

"But now my little angel, I will give you what Daddy never could..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

With my arms stretched over my head...

I twist and turn my body in a futile attempt to break free. Mr. C seems almost sad when he tells me that it doesn't have to be "this way". What other way is there? I prya that someone will come along and stop this, though I know that is not likely.

Kneeling between my legs, Mr. C begins playing with my breasts, squeezing and twisting them. I feel myself reacting and my nipples becoming hard little buds. I don't understand. I don't want this... Why does it almost feel... good?

Mr. C leans closer, his eyes boring into me as he lowers his mouth, grinning. I feel his breath, warm against the coolness of my skin, as his tongue circles the areolae and flicks over my nipples.

Think of something else, Heather! Classes... Mom... Dad... Ohhh...

When his lips finally envelop me, taking my nipple and most of my small breast into his mouth, I can't help arching my back. Don't make a sound, Heather. Don't let him know how good it feels. You aren't supposed to like this.

"Mmm... " Mr. C murmurs as his hands begin to wander over my body, sending butterflies racing through me.

 

[Gareman]

Looking down on Heather, I see a strange expression on her face. My little tenant is trying to fight the new sensations that are spreading through her young body. Sensations that she has never experienced before. Sensations that she probably never knew existed.

My cock strains against my pants, wanting to escape and devour the cute little girl lying beneath me. Wanting to burrow inside her virgin pussy and slide deeply into her warm moist womb.

Lowering my head, I cover her small breast with my mouth. My tongue slips over her small nipple, teasing the sensitive nub and causing her to arch her back. Moving slowly around her aeriola, I cricle...intermitantly taking the small hard nipple between my lips...sucking gently...

My hands slide down her flat stomach and over the material of her short skirt. Finding her smooth thighs, I push upward, sliding the soft material up around her waist.

I sit up, watching her expression as my hands move between her legs....fingers teasing her neatly groomed pussy. Her eyes...begging for mercy...stare back, but then close as my fingers begin to lightly presss against her clitoris.

"Oh Yeah Heather, " I whisper. "There's no need to fight the things you're feeling. Just relax...."

"Ummm....that's my good girl."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Mr. C sits up and begins to touch me...

He keeps murmuring and staring at me. I have to close my eyes to block him out. So he won't see how good he is making me feel. This is so wrong, but...

His fingers are circling, rubbing my aching clitoris. I can't help grinding against his hand, my body giving in to the sensations he is arousing in me.

"Ohhh... " I hear myself moaning softly. "Mmmm... "

"You know it feels good, baby girl," Mr. C croons. "I can make you feel so many good things."

I can feel myself blushing and I open my eyes for a moment to look at him. Oh my God! Mr. C is leering at me wickedly while his hand is rubbing the huge bulge in his trousers. My eyes open wider still as he begins to unzip his pants.

"NO!!" I scream out and begin to struggle again.

 

[Gareman]

I could tell by the faraway look in her eyes that Heather was starting to surrender to her sexual hunger. As my fingers teased her clitoris, I watched her...loving the confused expression on her face beginning to turn to one of pleasure.

"You know it feels good, baby girl, I can make you feel so many good things."

My free hand reaches down and unhooks my pants, lowering my zipper to free my hard cock. At this point, all I want is to feel myself inside of her.. her young legs spread...pussy yielding to my needy prick.

She looks down, noticing my penis and her expression changes. Fear replaces pleasure in her beautiful eyes. She begins thrashing below me. Desperately trying to get free. Trying to resist before she is too weak to fight the growing need building within.

Her thin legs flail harmlessly behind me. Taking a condom from my pocket, I unwrap it and slowly unroll it down over my hard cock. Moving closer, I catch her left leg behind the knee and push it forward. My other hand continues rubbing her blood-filled clit, while one finger gently begins to slide inside of her virgin hole.

"It's useless to fight, honey," I say calmly. "Just let it happen...I promise...you'll like it."

Leaning forward, I pull my finger from within her pussy and line my cockhead up to the opening of her moist vagina. Slowly pushing against her tight opening, I feel my prick begin to part her slick lips...gradually making headway inside....