42 comments/ 167738 views/ 37 favorites Allie T - Valentine Virgin Violated By: scouries Feb 5, 2009 3:35 p.m.: This is my official entry in the LITEROTICA VALENTINES CONTEST for 2009. Except I may not finish it in time. I'm not sure. We'll see. I wasn't going to enter a story this year but two days ago this story popped into my head and I put everything aside and tried to write it. In fact it probably wouldn't have been finished except that I woke up to 38 degree weather this morning. In MIAMI of all places. Which meant that the beach and all the topless babes were out for today. It's a Non Consent category story so you should be warned it's not a typical Valentines Day story. All sexual descriptions in the story only involve people 18 years old and older in conformance with LITEROTICA rules. It's just under 2 LITEROTICA pages long. Please let me know how you find it. Saturday, February 14th, 2009 "Ohhh Joey," I moan softly as my three month old son's lips close hungrily on my left nipple and start to suck. It had amazed me when after having Joey I realized how enjoyable it was to be milked. I'd always imagined beforehand that it would be an uncomfortable chore. "He's hungry today." "He's always hungry," I answer as I look up and see my mother standing in the doorway. "Well, you're certainly full of milk," mom says as she walks into the den and then sits next to me on the couch. "I know, they're huge," I complain as I lift my right breast in my free hand and test its weight. "They're perfect," mom compliments. "I'm fat... look," I grumble as I let the breast fall free and then pinch the roll of fat at my waist. "Stop complaining, it's only been three months and you've already lost ninety percent of the weight you gained. You're stomachs flatter than mine." I spit out a "yeah right" as I move my baby to my other nipple. But I can't help letting out another gasp of pleasure as Joey latches on again. "You enjoy it don't you? Being milked." mom asks. As I nod my head yes I ask back, "Did you?" "Yes," my mother answers softly as she runs her fingers caressingly through my hair. Her love for her daughter shines through her smile. We sit silently as my child suckles. My mother loves her grandchild but also wishes her nineteen year old daughter was away studying at university. I know it's time to tell her. *** "It was one year ago exactly," I start. "Valentines Day?" I can see the interest in her eyes. The hunger she has to know the truth, to know the name of the boy who impregnated her daughter. "Do you really want to know?" I ask. I can see her trying to control her eagerness as she nods her head. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she finally says. "I don't think it's going to be what you and daddy imagined," I caution. I'm still not sure if I should tell her. "I didn't ever imagine you were going to go out and get pregnant," she answers, the anger that she's just managed to keep simmering under the surface for the last ten months obvious in her voice. The disappointment in me she's unsuccessfully tried to conceal. "Neither did I," I answer. "You should be at Harvard instead of--" she starts before she chokes off her reply. There's no point beating about the bush. "I was raped," I whisper. "WHAAAAAAAAT!" I can see immediately that it's something she's never considered. Then I watch as a hundred emotions flash across her face. "But--" she starts, then stammers out a string of words. A "fuck" followed by "bastard ... I'll kill him ... who is he? ... why didn't you say something? ...you mean this baby is the--" "Don't say it mom," I warn as I cup my child's head in my hand and pull him even tighter against me. She somehow manages to swallow the words. *** "You woke me up that morning," I finally say, starting again. I shake my head no to still her as I see a question forming on her lips. "I'd slept in and you were late ... you were in the middle of that big murder trial," I say as the memories of that day, never far from the surface, flood into my brain. Mom says nothing as she waits for me to continue. "I'd decided the Sunday before that it was going to be the big day." I can see the question in mom's eyes. "I'd decided to let Jeffrey have my virginity," I finally add. My mother can't contain herself another second longer. "That little, fucking prick ... I'll kill him," mom promises. She's literally shaking in anger. "It wasn't him." "But--" "Do you want to hear the story or not?" I ask as I capture her eyes with mine. I can see Mother, a woman who can terrorize witnesses in the courtroom, fight to control her anger. She finally lowers her eyes and nods yes. "It was an accident, an improbable, serendipitous occurrence of events that caused this wonderful child to be born," I start. I see mom wince at the use of the word serendipitous. "First of all I slept in that morning... ... I forget about mom as I start to relive that fateful day... Thursday, February 14th, 2008 "Allison ... Allison..." "Mum?" I mumble as I slowly come awake. "Allie, are you up," I hear shouted through my bedroom as my mom's knuckles rap angrily against it. Then I hear the door opening as I attempt to open my eyes. "You're late," she chastises when she sees that my eyes are open and that I'm watching her. She has her best trial lawyer clothes on. "I'm tired," I grumble as I stretch my body. "It's seven thirty; your dad's already left," she says impatiently. Then I remember. "It's Valentines Day," I say happily. Today's the day! "C'mon young lady, we've gotta go, I have to be out of here in ten minutes." "How's it going anyway?" I ask, referring to the trial that she's the lead defense counsel for, the trial that's been taking up almost all her time for the last month. "It's almost finished... maybe another week. Now hurry-" "Are you going to win?" "Of course I am! What, do you think your mom's some loser who's going to get beaten by some wet behind the ears, geek prosecutor? Now c'mon." "You go ... I'll walk or get a ride." "You sure?' she asks. I nod. "You won't just go back to sleep?" "Maaaa!" "Well okay, but if I hear-" "Mother!" We both know that there's no need to argue about school, I've already been accepted into next falls freshman Harvard class. As she turns to go we're both smiling, but then, instead of rushing out of the room she turns back and says, "I love you Allie." "Me too mom ... I mean I love you too," I answer as she walks back toward the bed. "Is everything okay? We haven't talked much since the trial started." She grabs my hands as she says the words. For a second I want to tell her. Tell her that today's the day. Then almost immediately know that I can't. That if I did tell her we'd be talking all morning and then she'd miss her trial and I'd not lose my virginity. "Everything's good," I say instead. "When this is over you and I are going to get some girl time in," she promises. "We will?" "A mother and daughter trip... no daddy," she adds with a smile. "Shopping?" I encourage. "Of course shopping! Maybe New York for a long weekend." "Really?" "Well we have to start getting you ready for next fall. We'll take all of daddy's credit cards." "And yours too," I tease back as she leans over to hug me. Then a second later she's up and ready to go. "I'll be late tonight," she says as she retreats but I already know that. Since the trial had started she's never gotten home much before midnight. "And your father's going to be late too. He's flying up to Washington... won't be back til around midnight." "I know." "Are you sure you'll be all right alone?" "Duh!" "Are you going out with Jeffrey tonight?" Again I'm tempted to tell her. But I don't. "Annie's having a Valentines Day party," I say instead. Not a lie but not the truth. "Don't be too late. And don't do anything-" she starts to add but then stops as she sees my frown and instead she smiles and then bends over and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. And then she's gone. I'll be a woman when you see me next I promise the empty doorway. And as I fall back into bed I immediately start to wonder what it will feel like. Jeff's penis! His cock! I wonder for the thousandth time if it will hurt. And how much it will hurt. What his semen will feel like when it spurts up inside me. Will he want me to lick it before he does it? Yuck! Then I wonder what a penis tastes like as I lift my cami pj top up over my head. I know he likes my breasts. My eyes follow my hands as they move across my stomach and then up until they've cupped them. For the last six months I've been fighting to keep his hands at bay. Tonight I'm going to let him do whatever he wants. But there's still doubts rumbling around in my brain. "Shut up," I say aloud to the empty room, trying to quiet them. "Cock-a-doodle-Allie," I yell when I finally jump out of bed and move toward the full length mirror that hangs on the back of my door. Quickly I bend and shuck the thin white panties, baring myself completely. I take my time as I examine the body that faces me. A girls body. Not for much longer I promise my reflection, then turn to grab my camera. I'd already decided last night that I'd need a photographic record of this most fateful of days and so I'd prepared my camcorder, a 60 Gig hard drive HD Sony. I grab it from the desk where I'd left it and then pick up the tripod, extend its legs, then mount the camcorder and position it next to the mirror. I quickly connect it to the television so I'll be able to watch as I film. Then I turn to the window and open wide the drapes. The sun floods into my boudoir, my film studio, I think happily as I dance back to the camera. I push the start button. "My name is Allison ... Allie... Allison Rebecca Townsend," I announce into the microphone as I let the rolling camera capture my nudity. "It's February 12th, 2008, Valentines Day, and I've decided that today is the day I'm going to surrender my virginity. For the first time a boy is going to go here," I add as I walk toward the camera until my small, trimmed triangle of pubic hair is within six inches of the lens. I look over and check the TV to make sure everything is being captured perfectly. It is. "Only six inches," I giggle aloud as I wonder just how big Jeff really is. Six? Or seven? Or maybe even eight? I should know, I mean I have felt it before. Through his pants when we close danced. Even once when we were making out. I ran my fingers up and down him as our tongues dueled. I even touched it once. We were in his car necking when he pulled it out and put my hand on it. But it was dark. I think he's pretty big. Of course he's not going to be as big as the ones they show in the porn movies but who wants one of those monsters inside themselves? I move my hands down onto my hips and then slowly towards my sex. "I'm eighteen years old," I announce to the camera, "a senior at Worthington Academy. I've been thinking about doing it for a long time. Most of my friends have already done it," I say to the microphone as I pull the lips of my sex apart. "As you can see my hymen is still intact. By tomorrow it will be gone. Maybe you're wondering why I waited so long? I mean my bodies been ready for years. And I've wanted it. I think I've waited this long because I wasn't sure. Not about the sex but about the boy. Shouldn't the first one be special?" I ask the camera. "There was a boy in my sophomore year, Danny, who I almost did it with but then didn't. And I've been going with Jeff since October and he's been trying to talk me into it ever since. But I just wasn't sure. I'm not sure why. I love him and everything. He's good looking... kisses really good. Makes me tingle." "But I didn't. I wasn't sure for some reason. But I'm through with all that ... the doubts," I say even as more spring into my mind. "I've decided! This is it. I'm serious. Jeff's the one," I announce defiantly to the mirror. I watch myself in the mirror for second after second, laughing at my image as I pose myself in a series of playmate type poses. "But this has to go first," I announce to the room as I lightly brush the triangle of hair at the base of my stomach. "Jeff is going to get a bald pussy," I promise the camera. I let the camera run while I shave myself. It watches silently as I spread the shaving cream over my mound. It watches as my razor slides smoothly through my pubic hair, decapitating every strand it touches. It watches when I present my cleanly shaven cleft to its eye. "You slut," I whisper to my image before turning toward my ensuite bathroom and my shower. An hour later, after a full breakfast, and wearing my official Worthington Academy uniform of white long sleeve blouse, knee socks, black oxfords and the famous plaid skirt, and with my school knapsack over my shoulder, I left my house. I didn't call one of my friends to pick me up; instead, in honor of the occasion, I'd decided to walk to school. My camera was hanging from my arm. *** "Hey, hey you!" Hey me? The voice is deep, coming from somewhere over my shoulder. I ignore it as I continue down the alley, the short cut that will save me ten minutes on my trip to school. A horn honks. Turning I see that a cop car has turned into the alley. "Hey, I'm talking to you." The anger in the voice is clear. A cop! Just what I need I think as I stop and face the still moving car. What's his problem? "Have you ever heard of jaywalking ma'am?" "Ma'am?" Is this guy cracked I ask myself as I unsuccessfully try to stifle a giggle. Why isn't he shaved I wonder when I notice the two or three day stubble on his cheek. Standards are really going down! "You find something funny miss?" Fuck him I think. They have no right to hassle us just because we go to a private school. My mother's profession as criminal defense lawyer has continually exposed me to a certain contempt for the police force over the years. It comes out in my next words, heavily sarcastic ones, even as I try to swallow them. "Is mister big, bad policeman on jaywalking patrol today?" Shut up I order myself even as I sneer at the cop. I put my hand on my hip while holding the camera up with other. I press play as the patrol cars coasts to a stop next to me. "Arresting dangerous teenage jaywalking girls? Saving our wonderful city from--" "Shut the fuck up lady." "Fuck you too," I answer, unable to stop the words from slipping from my lips. "Whore!" he hisses as he throws open the car door. A second later he's in my face, his body six inches from mine as he forces me back against the alley wall. "What did you say? Did you call me a whore? Do you know who I am?" I'm now too far gone to obey the warning voice in my head. "Put the camera down ma'am. Then put your hands on top of the police car," he orders, an evil softness now in his voice. "Why?" I'm still holding the camera and filming as I face him. "Please miss ... NOW!" "My mother's a defense attorney. You are going to be in such shit," I promise as I try to face him down. "Miss, if you don't put your hands on top of the car immediately and assume the position I'll have to use force." "I'm filming this," I threaten. "So am I ma'am," he says agreeably as he points to a red light blinking inside his car. But there's a hardness in his eyes. Should I obey him I wonder as I try to weigh my choices. Go along with the idiot I finally decide as I move towards the car. Mom will have this guy's ass on a platter two seconds after she hears. "Spread your legs ma'am." "I'm a student at Worthington Academy." The sneer is clear in my voice. "Yeah right," he says contemptuously as he kicks my left foot out wider. "I suppose you don't recognize the school uniform mister observant policeman." My voice, which I'd meant to drip with sarcasm, but instead, I can hear that a tinny, unsure quality has crept into it. "Where's your pimp?" "My whaaaaat?" The what turning into a squeal as I feel his meaty hands slide up my legs. "What do you think your doing?" I ask as I try to turn. His fingers dig into my hamstrings, holding me immobile. "Keep your hands on the car," he orders as his hands continue up the back of my legs and then under my skirt and onto my bum. "You can't!" "Standard operating procedure ma'am," he answers calmly as his fingers slip around my legs and then linger on my inner thighs. "It's not standard procedure to feel up high school girls you pervert," I hiss. "My mother is going put you in so much shit--" "So your mom helps the bad guys does she ... helps the perverts and killers get off? Well, why not tell the bitch my names Joe Spagnola and that she's raised a slut for a daughter." "Slut! I've been accepted into Harvard for next fall you moron." "If you're out of jail by then," he answers as his hands move up and capture my breasts. He presses his body into my back. "Are you crazy?" I can't believe what this jerk is doing. In fact I'm so outraged and surprised by his actions that so far it hasn't occurred to me to be scared. "Let me go," I order. "Looking for concealed weapons miss," he says with a laugh, he mouth just inches from my ear. "Nice little titties," he adds as he continues to maul me. "Wait til some bull dyke inmate gets a hold of these beauties." "You are fucked... so fucked," I answer. "Put your hands behind your back miss." "Why?" He, doesn't answer, instead simply pulls my hands off the car roof and holds them in one of his huge hands behind my back. The handcuffs are quickly snapped on my wrists. This guys a fucking lunatic I think even as he opens the back door of the cruiser. "What are you doing?" "Mind your head ma'am," he instructs pleasantly as he forces me towards the open door. "You're arresting me?" "Yes ma'am." "For jaywalking? You'll be kicked off the force you idiot," I promise as I duck my head as he propels me through the door. "Lewd and lascivious behavior ma'am. Solicitation." "You're arresting me for prostitution?" I'm ready to completely lose it. "We've been on the lookout for you miss. Prostitutes hanging about the Academy, offering blowjobs to any comer. Wearing the official academy uniform. Did you think we'd let you people get away with this for ever?" "I'm a student you asshole." "Are you?" he asks as he starts to close the door. "My camera ... get it, it's on the roof," I demand, not yet having grasped the reality of what's happening to me. He reappears a second later, the still recording camera extended in his hand, aiming at me. "Smile my little student," he orders as he brings the lens towards me. Then suddenly he reaches out and grabs my legs and lifts them up so I'm forced onto my back on the seat. Then I feel the camera between my legs. I hear him laugh. "Let me up." "Are these the standard uniform panties for girls at Worthington now?" he asks as he pulls me up into a sitting position. "Bastard," I hiss as he slams the door shut. *** He simply starts to drive. And then begins to talk. About women. About his wife. For minutes, lost in my own world, I hear nothing. "The bitch got my daughters. Half my salary for support. The judge was a cunt. A lesbo cunt." "What? Your wife's a what?" I ask when I finally come out of my funk and hear his almost shouted words. "You're all alike ... cunts," he spits out angrily as his eyes catch mine in the rearview mirror. "You're wacko," I mutter back. "I worked my ass off for her ... six years I slaved for her ...bought her a house ... gave her every fucking thing she wanted ... it was never enough ..." "I'm surprised she lasted six weeks with you let alone six years." "Whore," he mutters and I'm not sure if he's referring to his ex-wife or me. Allie T - Valentine Virgin Violated I finally look around. Where the hell are we I wonder. The cop shop was only a couple of blocks from where he'd picked me up. "Where are we? Where are you taking me?" For the first time since he'd stopped me it occurs to me I might be in trouble. "We're in Southgate," he announces. "We're going to the Police Station in Southgate? Why not the one in River Heights?" I ask as we turn a corner onto what turns out to be little more than a lane. A hundred yards down it my captor, for now I recognize him as such, turns into a driveway, a driveway that cuts through a swath of grass that doesn't look like it's been cut in a month. "Who said I was taking you to a police station?" he asks as he lifts and points the remote for the garage. And once we're in the garage he simply bundles me up in his arms and carries me into the house and then down the stairs to his basement. "Are you really a cop?" I ask as I struggle to escape his strong grip. "I was until thirty minutes ago," he says as he drops me in a heap on a sofa in a well appointed basement rec room. I watch as he moves to the other end of the room and then delivers a devastating uppercut followed by a right cross to a heavy boxing bag that hangs from a hook in the ceiling. "If you weren't such a mouthy, little rich girl, fuckin slut you wouldn't be here," he tells me as he lifts the bag off the hook. "What are you going to do?" A second later he's slipped the handcuffs over the hook and left me hanging, my toes barely grazing the floor. "I'm going to teach you a lesson. Teach you we don't want whores running around our city." "I'm a student." I can hear the pleading tone in my voice as I feel a first tear slide time my cheek. "What do you charge for a blowjob? Fifty? A hundred? Do you have special rates for students?" he asks as he pushes me so that I start to spin around. "I told you, I'm a student," I yell. "A virgin." "A virgin?" he snorts as he grabs me so that I stop spinning and am facing him. Facing his anger, his contempt, his amusement... "There isn't a virgin in that whole fucking school," he adds as he grabs my blouse and rips it open, sending its buttons clattering to the floor as my bra is exposed. "I am." "You telling me a pretty little thing like you doesn't have a boyfriend?" he demands as he walks over to the couch and grabs my camera. "I have one." "What's his name?" He's pushed the play button. The camera I'd happily performed for earlier in the morning now seems more an invasive tool. "Jeff," I whisper back. "And this fag Jeff's never stuck his cock in you?" His hand moves caressingly across my bum. "No." "Never licked these breasts?' he demands as he rips the thin covering from my breasts and completely bares them. Then slides the cool metal exterior of the camera across my chest, catching each on my nipples in turn with the lens. "I wasn't ready." "Never sucked these little nipples?" he asks as I feel his teeth latch onto my breast. "DON'T! Why are you doing this?" I'm crying, pleading now as I feel his mouth move to my other breast. "Do you know what the judge told me yesterday?" He's removed his mouth from me but his free hand moves onto my chest. Tightens on a nipple. Pinches it. I don't give a shit what the judge said but now I have to get him thinking about something else. "What? What did she tell you?" "The stupid cunt told me that I could see my daughters every second weekend. Thought I should be happy with that. The girls I love more than anything in the world. 'And you'll have to pay support Mr. Spagnola,' the bitch told me with a smile. My wife's fucking some old, rich River Heights bastard and I'm going to support her. Do you think that's going to play little girl?" I venture a timid "studies show that children of divorced parents do better living with their mothers." A mistake! "And then I wake up today and who do I run into? A mouthy, private school bitch with a fag boyfriend and who just happens to be from River Heights." "My boyfriend's not a fag." "Then why hasn't he fucked you?" "We were going to." "You were going to? When? If I'd been your boyfriend—" "But you're not though are you? You're just a loser who can't keep his wife." You fool I admonish myself as his hand flashes out and delivers a slap hard enough to set me spinning. "So how big is Mr. Fag's cock?" "What?" "Does he have any hair on his chest?" And as he asks the last question he starts to unbutton his shirt. "What are you doing?" I'm watching his fingers. As his shirt opens I find myself facing a thick, hairy, muscled chest. Use your head, you're smarter than he is I tell myself as his police shirt slides off his shoulders and down to the floor. But I know he's going to fuck me. Then his arms are around me, pulling my swinging body against his. "Your little titties like my hairy chest," he says with a laugh as he rubs himself against me. "You're a hairy ape ... Mr. Fucking Missing Link," I say with contempt as the tingle of excitement spreads from my aroused nipples. "Look at your nipples," he accuses as he painfully squeezes and then stretches one. "I'm cold ... it has nothing to do with--" "Shut up," he orders, then covers my mouth with his. With his suddenly demanding, voracious, predators mouth. His steel like fingers press on my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth, forcing me to accept his penetrating tongue. Our tongues duel in a moist embrace. I can feel his angry cock against me. "Little cock slut aren't you?" he says when he finally releases me. "I'm not," I try to deny. "Well let's see this supposedly virgin shrine." He rips the plaid skirt from my thighs with a quick flick of his wrist. "Don't," I beg but my panties are already in his strong fingers. He tears them from my body. "Well, well, what do we have here? A bald little pussy? On a school girl?" I shiver in fear when his palm starts to move possessively over my smooth mound. He bends down to inspect me, holding my thighs apart with his hands as he moves his face toward my sex. "Please," I whimper. A finger finds my clitoris. "You are a virgin!" I hear the surprise in his voice. And something else. Excitement. And desire. "I told you." "Has little Jeffrey ever done this?" I feel his tongue slide into my slit and then up and onto my straining clit. "No," I groan as a spasm of need shimmers through me. "You liked that." "I didn't," I deny even as his tongue dips down onto my clit again. "We'll see." He does see! With my legs draped over his shoulders and my camera recording the scene, Joe Spagnola starts to eat me. Eats me until the fear is gone, eats me until I was writhing against his tongue. Eats me until he triggers a vagina shaking orgasm that leaves me shaking and crying. My eyes are shut as I feel him move away. There's a stickiness on my thighs. "Private school slut," I finally hear whispered. There's delight in his mesmerizing voice. He's retreated to the couch across the room and is filming me as I come back from the orgasm that engulfed me. "I'm not." "Would you like to see a real cock now?" My eyes snap open. "NO!" "Are you sure?" he asks as he stands up. I shake my head no as his fingers go to his belt. I'm unable to take my eyes off his fingers as they quickly undo it and then lower the zipper on his pants. "Liar," he says as he pushes both his police pants and a pair of boxers down his thighs. "Oh my gaaawd," I groan when I see the penis spring upward against his stomach. "Say hello to Joe Junior," he says as he walks towards me. Joe junior is a giant, a horrid, crimson, one eyed snake. I know he's going to be inside of me soon, blooding me before he spits his creamy sperm into my broken center. "Don't," I beg as his owner lifts me off the hook and throws me over his shoulder. A minute later I'm deposited in the middle of officer Spagnola's king size bed. I simply whimper as I let him tie me to the four bedposts, leaving me open and spread-eagled. And then he's kneeling between my legs. "He likes you," my captor says as he rubs his cockhead lightly up and down my slit. "He's too big ... please ...don't," I beg as I watch as a thick creamy drop pop out of the eye of the monster. And then the moist tip of his prick starts to tease my blood filled clit. His hands reach for my breasts. He takes his time, working me slowly, his hands continually caressing me as his cock probes the outside of my sex. "Do you want him inside you? Do you want him to your first?" he finally asks. I shake my head no even as my body arches upward from the bed. He smiles and goes back to work. He knows he's going to win. Patiently he plays me, plays my body like a virtuoso might play his violin. It starts slowly ... deep inside me. Soon the need is reverberating throughout my whole body, a chorus of echoing voices demanding what only a man can give. A cock. A big cock. Cock ... cock ... cock ... cock... it goes on and on until it actually escapes from my lips. "COCK!" "What?" he demands as his hands and lips continue to move over me. "Your cock ... hurry," I beg, now simply a needy animal. "My cock? What about it?" "Put it in... pleeeaase..." "Do what?" "FUCK ME!" "Little slut," he says as he thrusts his hips. My scream fills the room as he tears through the thin membrane of my virginity. A sharp, almost unbearable pain followed immediately by an invasive penetration of my body. He stops his thrust and then after a seconds hesitation starts to pull back. His momentary retreat releases a trickle of warm blood that I feel seeping out between my legs. He thrusts again. Deeper this time. There's still some pain but as he forces himself deeper his cock ignites every square inch of my sexual sleeve. "Is it all in?" I ask when his second thrust slows. "We've just started ... look," he invites. I'm full but I've hardly taken more than half of him. "I can't ... never," I whisper. He pulls completely out, the ridge on his cockhead jolting the raw wound as he does so. Its blood soaked. "Put it back," I beg. Instead he crawls up my body until his bloody shaft lies between my breasts. "Kiss it," he orders as he brings it closer to my lips. "No," I deny as he runs a finger up his shaft and then brings the red coated digit to his own mouth. "Virgin blood," he says exultantly, then licks his finger clean. My tongue tentatively reaches for his cock. And then his cockhead is in my mouth. I taste my blood and his maleness. Hungrily suck the knob. "Now we'll fuck," he says as he pulls himself from my mouth. It takes him maybe ten thrusts to completely bury himself in me, ten thrusts that ream out a hole for his cock to live in. I know I couldn't take an eighth of an inch more. I'm maxed out. Full. But it's perfect. I'm tied to a bed and being raped but my body is responding in a way I never imagined. I'm feeling things that twenty Jeff's couldn't ignite. And then I'm somewhere else, screaming as my vagina spasms over this invading giant as it spurts its seed inside me. "You're a bastard," I tell him between pants as he unties me. "At least you'll have had at least one real man in your life. Before you go back to your little River Heights boys." "You weren't that great," I say dismissively. "Well you were better than I expected." "I was." "For a snob rich girl anyway," he says with a grin. "Old man," I snort as I roll on top of him. "I'm surprised you could even get it up." "Are you?" he asks, then starts to push me down his body. "Let's see how much cock a Worthington girl can swallow shall we?" Well I can't swallow the whole thing I quickly realize. I try. But it grows. And grows. And suddenly my policeman grunts and pushes me off him and onto my stomach. And now he's behind me and on top of me. "Not my bum," I squeal when I feel his penis probe into my anal crack. "I'm saving that for later," he answers as he pushes his cock up into my cunt. After we finish he makes me cook him lunch. Naked. Then, recharged by my excellent cooking, he takes my rear end with me bent over the kitchen table. It hurts. He doesn't care. *** "I love you," I whisper as we stand under the hot spray of the shower. "You'll probably turn out as bad as my wife," he replies as his soapy hands clean and explore every inch of my body. "Do you hate her?" I ask as I plaster myself against him. "Do you think I'm going to let her have my daughters? Let her and her rich boyfriend poison them against me?" In answer I lower myself to my knees and take him inside my mouth. I manage more this time and don't stop until his cock is coughing out it's cum. *** "I want to stay the night." My lover is sitting on the edge of the bed pulling up his police boots. He's already pulled on his pants and hidden his penis from view. "I want more." "Get dressed, it's late," he orders. "Why can't I stay?" I whimper. "Cause you're a spoilt rich girl who has to get back to her mommy." There's kindness somewhere underneath the gruff tone he uses. "I'm coming tomorrow then," I promise. "You have school and little Jeffey to take care of." "I'm not letting you get away," I say as I pull my skirt up my legs. I'm going home pantyless. And so, at eleven fifteen at night on Valentines Day, Joseph Spagnola, twenty-five, divorced and with two young daughters, a man who'd kidnapped me and repeatedly raped me, drove me home. "I love you," I tell him as we sit in his police cruiser in front of my house. "It's too late," he says. Then leans over and kisses me. "It's not," I insist. "I wish I had met you eight years ago," he answers. And then he's gone. *** I smile as I look at my self in the mirror. I've just stripped and with the camera again running I inspect the bruised and bitten body that faces me. There's caked sperm on my thighs. A bite mark around my left nipple. A dark bruise on my ass. My lips are puffed up. My cell phone rings. I see its Jeff. I don't answer. He'll have to wait for another day. I'm lying in bed. Suddenly know I'm pregnant. Smile. Friday, February 15th, 2008 "You're up early," mom says as I wander into the kitchen. There's a happy smile on her lips. The kitchen TV is flickering in the background. "Hi Princess," daddy chirps as he looks at me over his morning paper. "Hi daddy," I answer, then give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. The world is back to normal. Except I'm pregnant and instead of going to school today I'm going to go to Joe's house. Except... except at this exact moment mom says, "Hey look ... look you two." Daddy and I look over at mom. She's pointing the remote at the TV. The sound starts to fill the room. "That looks like Maple Street," dad says as his eyes zero in on the scene unfolding in front of us. Ambulances and police cars everywhere. Flashing lights. The local Channel 7 News Reporter, is excitedly talking on the screen. "Apparently some time late last night the estranged husband broke into the house behind me, the home of Jack Treadwell and his fiancée Marie Cummings...". I see the car in the driveway as the reporter continues to talk ... the car that I'd driven home in less than ten hours earlier... I feel faint ... I'm falling... Saturday, February 14th, 2009 My voice trails off, the story finished. "He killed his wife ... her lover ... himself," mom says. I can see she's devastated. I say nothing. Finally I see her take a deep breath. "That doesn't mean my grandson won't be a wonderful person," she says defiantly as she stares into my eyes. And then we're both crying. "I love you," I whisper. "But you're still starting university next fall. My daughter isn't going to end up--" And then we're both laughing. THE END Please take a few seconds and cast your vote. This is an official LITEROTICA CONTEST story and as such it's you the reader who will decide the scores of every entry (I hope). I'd also love to hear your opinions of my little tale -- both positive and negative. 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