Author: Sterling Title: A Garrulous Guilt-Ridden Rapist Summary: A rapist is guilt-ridden and garrulous! :-) Keywords: Mg, Mg(10), rape, pedo, talk NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 8/30/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ A Garrulous Guilt-Ridden Rapist It was Saturday afternoon. A crisp November day. Keira's family had moved out to the farmhouse in the country over the summer, and she was still getting used to things out here. It was going to be 1970 soon, and she was ten years old. The upheaval with school and friends was a big change... some good, some bad. But as for the simple things... There was often a faint burnt smell in the air which she had come to love. She started her walk on the road behind the farm. It was paved, but narrow. A big field was on the left, plowed under now. Between field and road there was a strip with trees, a stone wall, and closest to the road, weeds and berry bushes. Another field was on the right side of the road. After half a mile or so, she turned left onto a dirt road. The idea that you could just walk down one road, then turn onto another, without ever seeing anyone -- it was so freeing, and so unlike the city. There were fields on the left now, but on the right was a forest -- pines and other evergreens, though she didn't know their names. There were ordinary trees around too, ones that had lost their leaves. She knew this dirt road ended when it ran into a paved road a mile or so further on. But now a noise... a car was coming behind her. As it got closer she turned. A workman's van, white, labeled "Ralph's Plumbing". Through the dust it churned up, Keira saw it disappear over the gentle rise in the road ahead, and she kept walking. When she reached the top of the rise, she saw the van ahead, pulled over to the side of the road. The driver's door was open and a man sat on the ground, clutching his throat. She hurried towards him. "Are you OK?" She didn't know what to do. She saw that he was rather heavy, wearing a dark blue shirt with 'Jay' in an oval patch on on side in front, "Ralph's Plumbing" on the other side, dark pants to match. "I can go home and get help," she said. "Help me up, can you?" he said in a hoarse voice. Keira approached to offer her hand. He took it and slowly stood up. "I'll go home and get help," she said. "If I run it shouldn't take long." The man glanced at her, then glanced away. She realized he was still holding her hand. She tried to pull free, but he didn't let go. "God help me," he murmured. "Get in." He nudged Keira towards the driver's door. She was so startled she just went in. He was close behind, and closed the door behind him. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," he murmured. "What's your name?" "Keira," she said softly. Was she actually being kidnapped? She almost laughed at the idea. But he had been clutching his throat... oh, maybe he was just pretending to be sick. Like most work vans this one had no windows in the back. There were some tools and plumbing supplies around, but most of the space in back was taken up by a mattress on the floor. "Lie down on the mattress," he commanded. "I want to go," said Keira tentatively. "I'm sure you do... Ah, Keira, I'm a terrible man. Terrible, terrible man. You have the right to hate me forever. You're going to hate me forever. But all my life I've dreamed of girls like you -- how sexy you are, how alluring. And I could never have one of you for my own. I tried stuff with women, managed to have sex a couple times actually, but it was weird and awkward. And so now, before I die, I'm going to take what I want for once." Keira just stood. "Lie on the bed, I said," said the man in a threatening tone. She sat on the bed, and thought of herself as he must see her. Gray sweatshirt and blue jeans, white socks and blue sneakers. And she herself... long brown hair. An unremarkable face. "Take the sweatshirt off first," he said. "Then lie down." Beneath the sweatshirt was her white T shirt. As she lay back, her heart was pounding. She really was being kidnapped. And... she was about to be molested. "Say, 'You're an awful man and I have the right to hate you forever'." She looked at him blankly. "Come on, say it!" Keira hesitated and whimpered. "Aw, forget it... So now, I molest you with my grubby paws." He sat beside her and stroked the hair on the far side of her face, then ran the back of his hand over her cheek. "Mmmmm," he said. Then he ran the same hand down her far arm. "Your skin's so smooth... a girl's arm, not a woman's arm..." His hand veered towards her center and he traced over her stomach through the T shirt, then went up but skirted her nipple area and stroked her throat and her collar bones. "So beautiful... And I've dreamed of a girl who smiles, and is curious, and doesn't mind too much, but girls like that don't exist. Oh, let's not pussyfoot around, here's your chest. Private girl parts, and my grubby paw is touching it. Not much there in terms of development. In fact, nothing at all. Oh, I love that so much. And you hate me so much for touching it..." She realized her mind was mostly just blank. "And, shit, what I care about most is what's down here..." He lowered his hand to her knee and caressed the top side of her left thigh through the jeans. And then the top of her right thigh. "But we both know where I'm headed..." His hands moved to the inner surface as he slid it up and down. "Girl private spaces... and by God the most interesting part of your body, right here..." His hand forced her thighs apart a bit and then smoothly slid up and cupped her private parts through her jeans. "Oh, you are not a boy. You have no idea how exciting it is that you're not a boy. No testicles or penis making lumps. Just all girl. And so now I've molested you below too, your even more private parts and I've dared to put my hand there." He pressed and released, pressed and released. "And so there's no mistake, this kind of rhythm, it's a sexual rhythm. You'll hate it, but it's what I've never been able to do with a girl though I've dreamed of it my whole life. You can remember forever how it felt the first time I violated your personal space, how it made you feel disgusted to have an old gross guy do that to you.... God, are you sexy!" The man leaned in with his head to sniff her hair, then rub his nose back and forth across her right cheek, then kiss it gently once, and again and again. And then he kissed her ear, and nibbled it a few times... "Oh, that feels so good. If I was just gruff and mean and did things to your private parts I wonder if that would be better or worse... I wonder if you'll hate it even more because I am touching so much of you, kind of like I almost cared, and I do care, damn it! But however much you hate it, I love your hair and your cheeks and your ear -- so soft and perfect and young... OK, sit up so I can take your T-shirt off." Keira sat up and as the man took hold of her T-shirt down below, she raised her arms, and he slowly lifted it. "Oh, my, look at that! Oh, that's so exciting!" he said as he tossed the T-shirt aside. "I mean, your chest, yeah, but your whole naked beautiful girl top. Look at me a sec... Beautiful face too, absolutely beautiful. And here I am molesting you. It's really wrong of me. But I'm not going to stop... I'll let you take your shoes and socks off -- I don't need to fiddle with them." "Please let me go," Keira pleaded softly. "I really should," he said softly. Then, "Sorry! I will not! Though I'm such a prick, such an asshole, such a pig... But I will not!" She reached down to do first one foot, then the other: undoing the laces, pulling the sneaker off, then the sock. As she did, he ran his hands up and down her back. "Oh, God, so perfect! Your skin is so smooth and tight, there's your backbone, but it's all so sweet..." Keira's shoes and socks were off, and she sat with her knees drawn up in front of her. "Jeans are next, but I want to do them," he said... "Lie back down... Oh, your feet have a bit of a smell... mmmm, girly foot smell, not too bad, of course, since you're so young... So let's see, I'll undo the button, and now the zipper... You've got no hips yet. You know how exciting it is you have no hips? No, you probably don't... And as I pulled down, you knew to raise your hips. You're no dummy. Probably learned that when you were two or something..." He reached below and pulled at the cuffs of the jeans down by her feet, one after the other, and the jeans came off. "And your panties are ordinary and white and not even new, but so amazing. Why would you have frilly panties? You probably don't dream about being sexy. You're just a girl still. Puberty is still a ways off. And those thighs... spread your legs a little... wow, so smooth, let me rub a bit..." his hand went up and down the smooth thigh skin on the inside... "But somehow I always end up here," he said, once more cupping her right up there between the legs. "Still not a boy, still so much a girl. The sort of girl who drives me crazy. All the love songs about girls who drive boys crazy. I feel the same way, you know, though I'm weird and think a younger girl like you is amazing -- but I feel the same way." With jeans between his hand and her private parts it was mostly the idea of the thing that bothered her, but with just panties the touch itself was more intimate and... unpleasant. "I can't do what I'm gonna do with clothes on myself..." He put his hands on the buttons on the front of his shirt and paused. "You don't need to see my top, do you... You feel better to have a naked old guy's chest on you, or a shirt that says 'Ralph's Plumbing'? Which?" Keira just shrugged. The man kicked off his shoes, then took off his trousers and briefs... "A lot of my flab is under the shirt here, but you can't miss the part below... I'm an old flabby guy with aging skin. But down here, my cock... stiff, you see. Stiff because you're so sexy. I may be old and flabby but my cock isn't flabby. It's stiff." Keira realized she didn't care if he was flabby or whatever. She'd still hate it just as much if he was a young guy. "You don't look terrified... I guess that's good." Keira had no idea how she looked. She realized she had sat up while he was undressing, and once again her arms clutched her knees. "You've never seen a stiff cock like that on a real guy, I bet... Or, maybe I shouldn't assume... Have you?" "No," said Keira quietly. She was kind of ashamed that she felt interested in seeing the stiff penis. Even though everything about this was all wrong, she'd wondered what one would really look like. And now she was seeing one. He gently pushed her, and she slid onto her back, not resisting. "And now my shirt touches and defiles your beautiful skin... Remember, you had a choice... I would have taken the shirt off if you wanted me to..." His chest was partway over hers. "And my old man's mouth.. Oh God..." He licked her chest, quickly zooming in on her right nipple, then her left. "So fucking sexy... oops, excuse my language." Keira briefly had the impulse to laugh, but she didn't. "I could do this all day, but at my age, my cock won't stay hard forever... I've got to jump to the sexiest place of all." He scooted himself down on the mattress and forced Keira's legs apart. And then he buried his nose in her panties and sniffed. "Oh, God, that's amazing. Just like a girl, but not like anything I've smelled before -- nothing like a woman." He nibbled the folds of her vagina through her panties. "Let's get this cloth out of the way -- might as well." He lifted himself long enough to pull the panties down and off. "Oh, God, look at that! Not remotely like a boy at all. Just a girl slit, and not a trace of hair. It's so amazing there's no hair! Oh, I've got to lick this..." He paused. "And you hate it... this horrible old guy, putting his gross mouth on your privates...." He attended to her vagina again, holding her lips open a little with his fingers and licking -- licking the inner lips, probing her vaginal opening just a bit, and finding the little nubbin and licking. Keira realized that felt kind of good, and that was confusing. She knew it could feel kind of good when she touched it, but she never did herself... it was just an odd fact. But now he was doing it to her. "Oh, God, this is so hot!" he said. "You'll be furious and hate me forever. How vile and gross of me. Big old hairy guy. If you were into it, this would probably feel good. Probably won't... and even if it did, you'd hate me for making you feel good because you don't want to be doing this at all! But I'll pretend." Keira had the dim thought that what he said sounded right. He licked, and licked some more. He licked slowly, then harder. "And your pussy -- vagina, whatever. You know I'm headed for your pussy. That's what sex is all about. And you're a virgin, and God knows it will probably hurt you, and I hate that! I hate it, but I'm a selfish bastard for today, and I'm taking what I want!" His index finger probed her vagina while he licked. She realized her vagina was kind of wet inside. His finger went in a ways with no problem. He pushed it in and out while he licked and licked. "And you're wet. That's so great! And I'm going to rape you... horrible, horrible man I am. But you have no idea how powerful the urge... I hope you don't have to cry or wince or whatever, but even if you do I'm going to do it anyway, because I'm a selfish bastard... For once in my life..." The man raised himself up over her and brought his cock tip between her vagina lips, nestling it in the cavity where he held her open. "Oh God, this is incredible." He was really going to do it.. he was going to stick it in her! She fought back tears. He looked at her almost sadly, then his look got angry. "Fuck you if you hate it.. fuck you if it hurts, I want to do it once before I die! I see you're looking. See the old disgusting guy with the pot belly, not sure you can even see down below, where my cock is about to go in... Oh, shit Keira, here goes!" He pressed and she felt his blunt tip down there, pressing hard and then harder, and then she felt his tip go inside. "Oh, Keira, I've been dreaming about this my whole life.. this what it's all for... horrible man I am, rapist, but to get it into you. It feels so fantastic. Hot and wet. You hate it to hell, but your pussy is hot and tight and wet and just what makes a penis feel fantastic... And I want to get it in more... oooo, it goes!... " He kept pressing, going in and out, but always pressing deeper. "Ooohhh, you're deep -- plenty deep... I always wondered how deep a girl like you would be." Mostly she thought the thing was big, but she was also surprised her vagina was stretchy enough to take it. And the further it went in the more surprised she was. Then it didn't go deeper. It just didn't go. He pressed extra hard, and Keira winced. "Oh, sorry," he said, suddenly apologetic. But then he scowled again. "Yeah, tough! I don't care! So maybe I can't get it in any more, but it's enough. Enough to do it. A couple inches. And now I fuck it in and out, like the most disgusting animal." From then on, as he talked, she felt the big thing going in and out, over and over. "And there you are, beautiful girl, amazing girl, fresh and clean and laid out for me, legs spread, and I'm doing it to you! Oh, your agony will be over soon... Oh God, Keira, oh that's amazing. I'm so, so sorry, but it feels fantastic to ME. And to hell with you, you beautiful girl... Oh, God. Oh, that's amazing, the feel of your pussy. You know I'm going to spew sperm all over your innards, right? I got no diseases and you get can't get pregnant, at least, but... that's what my fucked up body thinks... it thinks deep down I can make you pregnant, plant a baby... oh, but mostly it just feels fantastic. Oh, Keira..." He kept pumping in and out, over and over. He was silent for a while, grunting now and then. He seemed more and more excited, then he said, "God, oh shit, oh fuck, oh, amazing, OH...." And then he went silent. Keira could tell things had reached their peak and were now going downhill. She supposed that meant he'd let the sperm out the end of this thing? She didn't feel anything in there except that big penis. She saw he was looking at her, gasping for breath. "Here I am, penetrating... you and conquering you and... ejaculating in you and owning you... And who knows what you really feel right now... can't read your face. Probably doesn't... matter. You'll hate me so much... You'll know how awful I am." He turned his head to the side and let himself down onto her but still held most of his weight. "So you got a shirt on your girl flesh, but if I'd taken it off it would be a big flabby chest... I violate you inside, but I touch you everywhere too." He looked at her face, tears in his eyes. "That was the most amazing thing in my life, Keira... That was fantastic... for ME. And for you... God, I'm so, so, so sorry!" He slid off of her to the side, his cock pulling out as he did, and lay on his back. He started crying softly. "I raped a girl for my own selfish pleasure.. raped her, ruined her, violated her... I'm so sorry.... I... You can go now." He slowly sat up. Keira sat up. She wasn't sure if she was really free to go, but he'd said she was. She pulled her clothing on efficiently. "You're still sexy just putting your clothes on. Just you being yourself, but still so sexy... You've done your job. What am I saying? You didn't do a damn thing. I'm done using you. Done violating and raping you, for now... But however horrible it was, it also felt fantastic. Just fantastic. Not just the sensations, but to do it. I've finally done it with a gorgeous, beautiful girl -- the kind I really love... Oh shit, Keira, you can go now." And then he sobbed. Great, deep sobs from the deepest place in him. Over and over again. She opened the driver's door and paused only an instant, looking at the big old man. The shirt said "Ralph's Plumbing" and "Jay". But down below he was naked, with lots of flesh and hair. And his penis was little now. But he was sobbing. Crying like a baby. Then she ran back towards home. She ran and ran. She thought of going through a field but it would be tough going. If she heard the van she'd head into the field, but meanwhile she just ran and ran until she nearly keeled over. She paused to catch her breath, then she started walking. She just wanted things to be normal. That's what she wanted. Like she was just coming back from another afternoon walk. Of course she should tell her mother. But her mother would be frantic and crazy, and then they'd ask her questions, and police and everything. And everyone would know. The kids at school would know. And that guy... he'd go to prison, probably. She went into the house nonchalantly, attracting no attention. She cleaned up. She wasn't bleeding. She was a bit sore but no big deal. She just wanted things to be normal. And they were pretty much normal. The years went by. Sex at first was awkward, then OK, then at times it was really great. None of her lovers ever talked as much as that guy had. Weird as it might be, she didn't think any guy ever wanted her with the intensity that guy had wanted her. She and her adult lovers wanted each other, that was the important thing. The memory of her time in the plumbing van was always with her, but the most vivid image was always that man sitting there, crying his heart out. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.