Britney had been captain of her High School Debate club and made Honor Roll all four years. Now, at 19, she was the leader of a local Girl Scout chapter.
“Girls,” she said with authority, “I don’t want any of you selling cookies in the Highland Park area.” Britney knew it wasn’t a safe place for the young girls. “I’m older, I’ll take that part of town.”
Saturday morning, Britney dressed for the day. Slipped on the green Scout Leader’s skirt and blouse, she fastened the buttons over her 32-DD tits. Pulling her long black hair into duo-ponytails on the back of her head, she gave a final glance in her full-length mirror. At only 5’2” her slender body and tanned legs had a nice profile.
Her body had been noticed, and desired by several boys in her graduating class. However, Britney didn’t believe in pre-marital sex. Kissing was… OK, but no more! She was a good girl and would save herself for her future husband.
Loading her car with cookies, Britney drove to the part of town she’d warned her young girls to avoid. Three hours later she’d managed to sell only a few of the boxes of cookies. She’d try one more house, then give up for the day.
Walking to the door of a rundown brown wood-sided house, she knocked.
A man in his early 60s opened the door. “Hello young Miss,” he said with a friendly smile. His eyes roamed over her luscious young body, her perfectly applied mascara and light pink lipstick. “Selling cookies, I see,” he observed with a grandfatherly tone.
“Would you like to buy a few boxes?” Britney asked, hoping to make a sale to the nice gentleman.
“Sure honey, come in. Let me get my wallet.” Holding the door open, he watched her tiny ass wiggle as she stepped inside. “Lovely outfit,” he said, “and such beautiful long hair, fixed so… unique.”
Britney chuckled, “I don’t like just a ponytail or pigtails. So I do two ponytails in the back. Sort of my silly style.”
Norman listened to Britney’s explanation as his mind contemplated her – silly style, and how he would use it for his enjoyment. “Been out selling cookies for very long today?” he asked casually. “It’s such a hot day.”
“A few hours. Actually you’re my last customer,” she acknowledged.
Pretending to look for his wallet, the old man said, “In that case, let me get you a cool drink.” Reaching for a dark glass, Norman poured a soft drink over ice. He also dropped two tablets into the young ladies refreshment.
“Here you are Miss, have a seat while I find my wallet. I know it’s here… somewhere.” Handing Britney the drugged drink, Norman walked to his bedroom. A couple minutes passed before he heard the fumbling clang of a glass on his coffee table. The drug had worked, the young woman was ready.
Walking into his living room, he saw Britney’s small body partially reclining against the arm of his couch. “How are you feeling, Sweetie?” he asked, his tone soft but lustful.
“I’m… sort of sleepy,” she mumbled. “Guess I’m tir…tirred,” she stammered, trying to form a word.
“Maybe a nap would help,” Norman suggested, helping Britney to her feet. “My bedroom is just down this hallway.” Walking behind the small woman, Norman’s arms slid under hers. The palms of his hands cupped Britney’s large firm tits.
“You shouldn’t be doing…” she quietly mumbled, trying to protest his fondling of her body.
“Oh yes, honey,” he replied, “I should. Your tits are too good to be ignored.”
Britney giggled, sounding like a girl half her age.
Entering the bedroom, Norman instructed, “Stand still Sweetie, while I undress you.”
Britney’s brown eyes, glazed over from the drug, watched the old man unbutton her blouse. A moment later her bra dropped, her young tits exposed.
“Men shouldn’t… see those,” she bashfully objected. “I’m not naughty….”
Norman gave his 19 year old victim a wicked smile. “Yes, you are. Your body is perfect for being… naughty.” Dropping her skirt to the floor, Norman was shocked to see Britney’s white cotton panties. It wasn’t what he’d expected. However, the innocence of the moment brought his molesting cock to attention.
Sliding his hands under her panties, Norman pushed them to her ankles. His nose brushed against the small pubic area as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the young woman’s aroma.
“I shouldn’t be… naked,” she said softly, resting her head on his pillow.
Quickly undressing, Norman’s hard 6” cock was already aching to enter her beautiful body. She seemed so innocent… too innocent, he thought. Looking at the tiny warm body lying on his bed, he wondered – could she actually be a virgin? It was nearly unthinkable at her age.
He knew the drug he’d dropped into her drink make her agreeable to any suggestion. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock,” Norman asked, hoping her answer would be – No.
Britney’s brown eyes twinkled as she replied, “Never. I’m not that kind….”
Norman’s right hand slid across his waiting victim’s tits. “Then it’s time you did, little slut.” His left hand roughly grabbed one of her long ponytails. Twisting her head to the side of the bed, he demanded, “Open your mouth. Suck my cock.”
Britney’s eyes grew wide as she watched the long shaft approach her open mouth. She didn’t remember opening her mouth – yet it was open, just as he’d instructed.
Norman pushed the tip of his cock between her thin lips. “Suck me, use your tongue slut. You’re mine.”
Britney felt the warm flesh slid over her tongue. The oozing slick liquid had an unfamiliar taste. “Ummmm,” she groaned unexpectedly. She knew what was happening, what the old perverted man was doing to her. She was certain she shouldn’t like it, shouldn’t want it to continue.
Norman forced his cock deeper into Britney’s mouth. “Take it all,” he groaned, shoving his cock down her tight throat. His hips rocked back and forth as he fucked the girl’s face.
Britney gagged, her eyes watered covering her face with long black mascara streaks. Her small body trembled and lurched wildly on the old man’s bed. Her hair had become tangled in his fingers as he yanked her face toward his thrusting cock.
What was he doing… why? – she wondered. His cock was in her mouth, in her throat. She should hate it… but she didn’t.
Norman pulled his cock from Britney’s mouth. It was covered with her saliva and throat juices. “What’s your name, whore?”
Gasping for breath, Britney experienced a surge of excitement. But why? The old man was molesting – raping her. He’d called her a whore! Before her foggy mind could answer her own questions, she mumbled, “Britney. I’m Britney. I never… anything like this.”
“Ummmmm,” Norman groaned, his dripping cock still hanging close to her face. “You like my cock, don’t you… Britney,” he lustfully asserted. “You want me to fuck you. To push my cock into your cunt and,” smiling with beastly intent, “into your ass.”
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The young naked teen heard his statement. She should scream, call for help. But her mind betrayed her. “Yesssssss,” she hissed, shaking her head.
“Good girl,” Norman replied. “Since you want it, I will.” He knew the girl didn’t actually want him to rape her – it was only the drugs. But he didn’t care. After all, that was the reason he’d put them in her drink. He’d done it with countless others over the years.
Opening her short legs wide, Norman lowered his hips over hers. The head of his slick cock touched the tightly closed slit between her thighs. Pushing the head forward, he heard a sudden scream.
Britney’s voice filled the room. “Noooooooooo, I…”
Norman’s cock shoved into her body while his right hand clasped firmly over her mouth. He looked into her wide open brown eyes as he pushed another inch deeper into her virgin cunt. “You useless slut, shut up. You want the neighbors to hear you!”
Grabbing both ponytails with his left hand, he pulled her face close to his, their noses touched. Look into her eyes, he explained, “Your cunt is mine.” Her flowing black mascara tears sent a wave of deviant desire through his loins. His hips shot forward, pushing the full length of his thick cock into her body.
A muffled scream escaped her covered mouth.
“You understand, Britney? You’re mine.” Establishing a slow methodical rhythm, Norman’s chest pressed down on her firm youthful tits. Her cheeks were coated with the thick-slickness, his cock had pulled from her throat.
“Do you feel my cock inside you?” he asked. His friendly grandpa voice was now filled with malevolence. “You want me to fuck you. Say it Britney. Ask me to fuck you.” Lifting his hand slowly from her mouth, Norman saw her pink lipstick had smeared over her petite lips.
Britney’s screams had subsided. Her innocent voice groaned with each inward thrust of his pounding cock. Her eyes spilled tears from each corner, falling toward his mattress. She heard herself, it was her voice. “Fuck me… more… yessss OK… do this to me.”
Norman’s cock drove deep and mercilessly into her body. “Tell me what you want. Beg me to use you, like the fuck-meat you are.”
Second by second, minute by minute, Norman instructed Britney. He wanted to hear her ask, to plead with him – to fuck her harder, rougher and treat her like a mindless whore.
Britney was confused. Her body was responding in an unimaginable way. Her tight hole was his, she wanted more. Her warm pussy had never felt this amazingly alive. Why had she waited – she wondered. in her drug addled state – when she could have been fucked by so many others.
Suddenly Britney’s body was tingling… no quivering… shaking… convulsing. “Ohhhhh,” she screamed, pulling her knees open wider.
Norman hadn’t expected her to cum. He didn’t actually care if she did or didn’t. Driving his cock into her pussy, he demanded, “You filthy fucking bitch. Cum on my cock.”
Britney’s hips bounced upward, meeting his downward thrusting shaft. Every muscle of her body tightened, her nose pressed against Norman’s. She looked with shock into his eyes as her cunt contracted.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned, feeling his long cock – the slick shaft – driving deep into her hole. “I… what… Noooooo,” she groaned. Her hot cum flowed from her pussy, spilling downward between her small firm ass cheeks.
Norman’s cock slammed into her body. “Yes, slut,” he groaned. “Cum whore, cum and pump it out. Your ass will need the lube.”
Britney’s head shook with disbelief. Her body was experiencing something she’d never imagined possible. She heard Norman’s words – her ass… lube. He was going to do this to her ass!
“On your knees bitch,” Norman demanded, her young body still shaking. “You want my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
“I… ah…” Britney stammered, her head shaking slightly side-to-side.
WHOP! Norman slapped the young girl’s face. “Ask me,” he demanded. “Beg me to fuck your virgin ass!” he reiterated, slapping her again.
“Please,” Britney moaned, her mind still controlled by the drugs. “Fuck my… ass.” She could hardly believe her own voice as it begged the old man to do this.
Lifting her hips above the mattress, she knelt before her captor. With her knees spread wide, she awaited his cock – the cock she’d just requested.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Britney bellowed.
Norman’s cock pushed into her petite butt as her head jerked backward. The long shaft effortlessly slid deep into her ass. Her small ass cheeks felt the old man’s pubic hair pressing firmly against her. She knew his cock was buried in her body.
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Britney’s face dropped to the mattress.
The old man had kept his real molesting desires for this moment. Driving his cock deep into Britney’s virgin ass, he pounded into her without mercy.
“Scream into the pillow, little slut,” he instructed. “I want to hear your pain.”
Britney’s body, her ass were truly his. She screamed into the pillow each time her tender ass was impaled.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Norman jerked his cock from the teen’s ass. Moving from the bed, he stood near her face. “Open your mouth, whore,” he loudly demanded, grabbing her silky tangled hair. Shoving his ass-covered cock to her face, he moaned, “Suck me. Swallow my cum you useless slut.”
Pushing the shaft between her lips, Norman’s cock pumped thick white liquid into her mouth. “Taste your ass, whore,” he groaned while shooting cum into her throat.
Britney’s tongue slid along the underside of his cock, tasting her ass and his cum. She’d never felt so degraded, so disgusted, so… excited. Swallowing his cum, sucking his cock – after he’d slipped it from her ass – Britney knew at that moment, she was everything Norman had been saying.
Britney, the sweet, petite young lady – was a slut. Swallowing a mouthful of the old man’s cum, she knew she’d visit Norman again for more tender moments like this one.
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