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I always enjoyed playing that particular team because after we finished in the community centre gym they'd sign us in at the adjoining social club, which they represented, and we'd spend the rest of the evening chatting and watching satellite TV sport, accompanied by ridiculously cheap drinks and snacks.
This particular evening was no exception. Our opponents had triumphed in a hard-fought game and we were looking forward to a convivial evening afterwards.
It was Friday, and it turned out that this Friday had been designated family night in the club. Young kids were running everywhere while their parents had a drink, watched TV, played pub games like cards or dominoes and generally had a good time. The club seemed to be devoid of teenagers, who presumably had much better things to do on a Friday evening, apart from one apparent exception.
I could feel the air literally being sucked from my lungs when I saw her the first time. From the back I could see she was a tall, thin, long-haired brunette. She was wearing a black, fine-mesh body stocking through which her pale flesh was clearly visible, apart from under the thicker, opaque nether regions. Round her top and waist were two narrow strips of silver cloth, the first intended to be a boob tube and the second intended to be a short skirt, but the swell of her coltish buttocks was clearly visible below the narrow fabric and I had no doubt her crotch would be similarly visible. Attached to the body stocking by black suspenders were black fine mesh stockings, leaving a couple of inches of pale upper thigh on display. To finish it off, she was wearing a pair of black 3 inch stilettos.
My cock grew hard as I stared at her standing there, talking to some people sitting at a table, and I vowed to fuck the little beauty if at all possible. I watched her intently while sipping my drink, willing her to turn round. Then she did.
I almost gasped with shock. Her crotch was indeed clearly visible, and the material had ridden up between her cunt lips exposing a perfect camel toe. But what surprised me the most was her age - despite her apparent height she could have been no more than 9 or 10; I had been deceived by the stilettoes. Her angelic little face was innocent, completely devoid of make-up, and her chest was boyish and flat, her little brown nipples showing below the inadequate boob tube, clearly visible through the mesh fabric. Instead of dampening my lust, her tender age only served to fuel it. Who in their right minds would let a prepubescent daughter go out dressed in something which would embarrass most prostitutes?
Despite being a head taller because of the stilettoes, she tried to join with her peers, who were continuing to scamper round unchecked. Although she was proficient at walking in the stilettos, her buttocks bobbing up and down enticingly, she couldn't run and was constantly left trailing. I watched her for at least an hour, my cock constantly hard, waiting for an opportunity. Finally it came. She opened the door leading to the corridor where the toilets are located and disappeared. I downed the rest of my drink and said goodbyes and thanks to our hosts, making a lame excuse about the time. I left via the clubroom's main entrance into a reception area, which at this hour was unmanned. Instead of leaving the community centre, I took a door which opened into the other end of the corridor where the toilets were situated. I didn't dare enter the ladies in search of her in case anyone else was in there, so I switched off the corridor lights and waited outside the door.
My timing was good because shortly after the girl emerged from the ladies. I pounced, holding a hand to her mouth to stop her screaming and a knife blade to her neck.
"Make a sound and I'll kill you," I warned her, trailing the cold steel across her jugular to make sure she felt it.
I dragged the girl, who was shaking with fear, along the corridor until we got to the single cubicle disabled toilet. Still holding the knife to her throat, I bundled her inside then bolted the door.
"Please don't kill me, I'll do what you want," she sobbed.
"Yes you will," I confirmed.
I forced the sobbing girl onto her knees, then unzipped my flies and fished out my hard cock, which I held level with her face.
"Shortly I'm going to stick this up your arse and fuck you with it. The wetter you make it, the less painful it will be for you. Use your teeth and I'll knock them out. Now open wide." I held my cock to the sobbing girl's mouth. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and I pushed my cock in.
"Now lick it."
The girl tried valiantly to lick it while I fucked her mouth. I enjoyed her hot wetness but I couldn't force more than half my length in as the girl gagged when I hit the back of her throat. After a couple of minutes I felt my groin start to tighten but I didn't want to cum this way so I pulled my cock out, leaving the girl sobbing and gasping for air. She looked really sexy with tears rolling down her face.
Seizing her by the hair I pulled her to her feet and waved the knife in front of her face.
"I know who you are, where you go to school, and where you live. If you scream, I will kill you and all your family."
"Why are you doing this?" the girl sobbed.
"Because I can."
There was a washbasin in the cubicle, and I pushed the girl back until her buttocks were resting on it. I tugged aside the gusset of her body-stocking at the crotch, exposing her plump, bald cunt lips. As I suspected, she hadn't been wearing anything underneath. I forced my finger between her cunt lips; she was completely dry. I rubbed for a while but she stayed dry. I sought out her cunt and inserted a finger, hitting her hymen. Pairing it with another finger, I thrust hard. The girl's muscles went rigid, trapping my invading fingers, and she clenched her teeth tightly to suppress a scream as the pain of her hymen being ruptured coursed through her. As her muscles relaxed, I forced my fingers deeper into her virgin cunt. She was tiny inside, as I guessed when I realised her age; it would have been physically impossible for me to fuck her cunt.
When I pulled my fingers out, they were smeared with blood. I wiped them on my cock, the blood mingling with the girl's saliva. The tight gusset of the body-stocking slid back over her cunt lips, the edge wedging between them leaving one plump lip exposed. I mused that it would be fun to parade her round the clubroom like that to see how many men got a hard-on.
Turning the girl round, I pushed her against the edge of the washbasin then bent her over it, so that her hips were resting on the edge. I jerked her head up by pulling her hair, so she was forced to look at her tear-streaked face in the mirror.
I ran my hands up her stockinged thighs, causing her to flinch at my caress. I ran my fingers over the exposed hot white band of thigh flesh, then trailed fingertips round the edge of the body-stocking where it met her buttocks. I yanked the flimsy barrier to one side, exposing her tiny brown puckered hole. I pressed the head of my cock against it but she clenched her muscles and refused to let me in.
I bunched three fingers together and thrust them crudely into the girl's cunt, deliberately rubbing round the remnants of the girl's hymen. She went rigid again as more pain shot through her, and in the mirror I watched her clench her teeth together again to stop herself from screaming. As the sharpness of the pain receded she had to relax her muscles or cramp, and I was able to force the head of my cock past her sphincter. She was incredibly hot and tight inside.
Steady hard insistent pressure got me two inches inside. I pulled out about an inch then thrust in again hard, jolting the girl's body and recovering the inch plus a bit. I set up a rhythm, out an inch, then thrust in hard as deep as I could, deliberately hesitating between strokes because I was so aroused that it wouldn't have taken much for
me to cum prematurely. Little by little she stretched to accommodate me.
I watched the girl's face in the mirror. No longer contorted with pain, it still showed discomfort as I stretched and bruised her insides, and her organs moved to make way for my volume. About four inches in I had to pause otherwise I would have cum. I dipped my fingers between her pussy lips again, feeling how dry she was apart from the tiny trickle of blood from her ruptured hymen.
The remaining two inches seemed to take an eternity because I was fretting about how long I could keep the girl there before she was missed, but eventually I made it, my belly crushing her boyish buttocks, my balls nestling on her cunt lips. I pulled out almost all the way then thrust in hard, fucking her rectum like a cunt. I brought myself to the edge of cumming then stopped, allowing my arousal to die slightly.
Four times I pulled back from the precipice, then judging that soreness of my cock might reduce the pleasure of my orgasm, on the fifth time I thrust in as hard as I could and let myself go. The orgasm was so intense I felt myself go light-headed as spurt after spurt of my hot sperm flooded the girl's bowels.
My orgasm died away but my cock continued twitching and dry spurting for some time. I slowly pulled it out of the girl's rectum and it rapidly deflated. I pulled the girl up straight, and the body- stocking slid back into place, covering her ravaged anus which I noticed with satisfaction had rapidly closed up without leaving a stain on the body-stocking. The girl was holding my sperm inside her.
I washed the shit and sperm off my cock then dried it on a paper towel from the dispenser.
"Get yourself tidied up and dry those tears. Wait five minutes and go back into the clubroom. I'll be watching you, and if you tell anyone about this, neither you nor your family will wake up tomorrow. Do you understand?"
The girl nodded, relief showing in her face that her ordeal was over and she was still alive.
I unlocked the door and opened it slightly. The corridor was still dark and nobody was about. I quietly slipped away.
The social club windows had slatted blinds. From the car park it was possible to peer through the gaps and see what was happening inside. A section of the floor had been cleared and turned into a mini-disco for the kids, complete with flashing lights. A number of kids were jigging away to music I didn't recognise.
Five minutes after I left the girl in the cubicle, she opened the door from the corridor and scanned the clubroom fearfully to see if I were there. She had dried her tears and rearranged her body- stocking, although I thought I detected a shininess to the black of the crotch where blood from her ruptured hymen had seeped into it. A young girl ran up to her and pulled her onto the dance floor, where she joined in with the others as though nothing had happened. The resilience of kids!
Despite cumming so hard so recently my cock was rock hard as I drove home from the sight of the girl dancing, her pert buttocks bobbing up and down, holding my sticky, greasy sperm as it sloshed around in her bowels.
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