Author: Sterling
Title: Always Wear Your Shoes
Summary: A man snatches a 13-year-old girl from the corridor of a
hotel right outside his room. He toys with her as he works up to
rape and impregnation.  It would be despicable as reality.  But
as fantasy -- well, as fantasy, enjoy!
Keywords: Mf, rape, reluc, preg, coercion

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 8/8/2010, new header added 8/24/2010.
 
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Always Wear Your Shoes

It was just after 8pm when I walked out of my hotel room and
almost bumped into a girl hurrying by in the corridor. I
estimated she was 13 or so, but she might have been younger. She
was perhaps 5'4", with shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, and
an adorable round face. She was startled for just a brief moment,
then looked down shyly as she skirted this obstacle that had
suddenly appeared in her path. A glance at her face convinced me
she was intelligent, curious, happy, mischievous, a bit cheeky,
and more -- a wholesome blend of all the best qualities of a
13-year-old girl.

She was wearing a simple pink dress that came to mid-thigh. Those
thighs were pale, smooth, graceful and a bit on the thin side.
Her knees were just knees, but her calves were similarly
baby-smooth and alluring. And below that -- bare feet! Instead of
seeing the socks and shoes I expected, I saw the flesh they would
normally hide: ankles, feet, and toes. Her skin was showing all
the way to the very end of the girl. Her feet were delicate, each
toe slightly curved and perfect, her nails neatly trimmed. Bare
feet! That was her downfall: bare feet, in a hotel corridor. She
was exposing a part of her body in an environment where it
shouldn't be exposed. It was minor, of course, but just wanton
enough to jar me. Yes, her lovely bare feet aroused something
sinister in me, and her fate was sealed.

All that perception and reflection consumed less than two
seconds. I grabbed her upper arm firmly and pulled. My room door
hadn't even closed behind me, and in a flash the girl and I were
alone inside and the door clicked shut behind us. The entire
kidnapping had taken under five seconds.

She looked startled and confused, naturally enough.

I put my finger to my lips, and she didn't scream, if she had had
any inclinations in that direction.

"Shoes, you have no shoes," I said absentmindedly.

"I was just going down the hall a second..."

I wasn't in the mood for chitchat. I wrapped my right arm around
her waist and drew her close to me, front to front.

"Excuse me, sir, but I've got to go now!" she said.

"You're not going anywhere," I countered.

"I don't understand," she said in a cheerful, sweet way. Perhaps
she was in simple denial; perhaps she was hoping that little girl
charm would get her out of this.

Holding her close against me with my right arm, I slid my left
hand down her waist, over her hip, and down her thigh. Something
was a little off, but I couldn't tell immediately what it was.

"You let me go!" she said heatedly.

"Oh, no," I said. "You're mine now."

Suddenly it struck me what was peculiar. To make sure, I slid my
hand back up her smooth, luscious thigh. As it pushed the dress
up, it kept gliding over smooth skin from thigh to hip and all
the way to the small of her back. She was incensed by my
impertinence, and as soon as I removed my hand she tugged the
dress down into position to restore her modesty. I smiled at her.

"No panties," I whispered in her ear.

"Well, no, I was just going down the hall for a second to get a
Coke!" she said. "See!" she added, showing me the quarters in her
hand. I motioned for her to put them on the shelf beside us.

"No panties," I whispered again.

"I'm going to put some on as soon as I get back to my room," she
said with a touch of desperation.

"Too late," I said.

I slid my hand up her back and it was immediately apparent that
she wasn't wearing a bra either. I pulled away from her to take a
peek at her chest. The dress revealed the shape of a pair of
breasts. Not large, but definitely breasts.

"No bra either?"

"I told you, I was just going out for a second!"

"I suppose. You could have skipped wearing the dress too, if it
was just a second."

She rolled her eyes.

"Eye-rolling, that's sweet," I said, smiling. "How long have you
been wearing a bra?"

"Just a couple months," she said. "Just a training bra -- I have
to go now!"

"What's your name?"

"Emily," she said. "You have to let me go!"

"No, Emily, I don't think so." With that I tossed her down on the
bed.

Her dress rode up, but she quickly pulled it back down into
place. She lay on her back where I had tossed her, raising her
head to look at me.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.

"I'm going to molest you," I said with a simple smile.

Her fate was becoming clearer to her.

"No," she whimpered, then had an idea. "If I let you feel my
boobs, can I go then?" Her offer made her nervous, but she knew
there was more at stake than a man fondling her boobs. She sat up
on the edge of the bed.

I sat beside her and considered the elegant little cones pressing
the dress fabric outward. I reached out a hand slowly and touched
her right breast through the cloth. She swallowed. I glided my
fingers all over the cone, the soft flesh giving way beneath my
touch. In the center I could feel the small bump of her nipple.

"Oh, my dear Emily, you have lovely breasts! They're small, but I
love small breasts!"

I brought in my other hand too to cup and molest that breast more
fully, then gave the other the same treatment. After a minute or
so I removed my hands and smiled.

She started to get up.

"No, you're not going anywhere," I said, raising a hand to block
her.

"But I let you feel my boobs, right?" she said.

"I never said there was any deal. I just felt your boobs. Very
nice."

She frowned, beginning to get a sense of my character. "Let me
go, please?" she whimpered.

I motioned her to lie back flat on the bed. I reached down to
slide my hands over the not-very-sexy irregular hardness of her
knees. Above them began the luxurious, smooth flesh of her
thighs. She closed her legs tightly as I started working my hands
higher.

"That's private!" she said with a valiant attempt at dignity.

"OK," I said with a smirk, "I won't let anyone else see," sliding
my hands up again. She tried to hold her dress down as I pushed
upwards, but she gave up when she saw that I was much stronger
and willing to use my strength. I also spread her thighs a
little.

As the dress rode up and my hands slid over the pale, soft and
smooth skin, I knew of course what lay above. Her thighs got
smoother and fleshier and warmer as they gradually converged.
Watching the hem of the dress rise slowly, it was a bit like a
drum roll before a major revelation. My eyes and hands both
hungered for what was above.

Finally the spot where her thighs met emerged as I pushed her
dress up that last little bit. There were naturally delicate lips
occupying the space where the legs joined. There was a
distinctive patch of fine hair above her lips -- lips that were
just a little bigger than a girl's. Her pubic hair was delicate,
innocent and inviting in contrast to the lusty mats of full-grown
women.

"Stop looking at me!" she said indignantly.

I smiled sweetly. "If you were wearing panties like a good girl,
I wouldn't be able to see anything. But you sure look very sexy
down there. I think I've got to touch to see."

"You may not touch me!" she demanded.

"Well, I respect your position," I said, tongue in cheek. "But I
want to touch you there."

"They're my privates! You have no right!"

"Maybe not, dear Emily." I said, caressing her sweet face with
one hand. "But you see, I am stronger than you."

Her eyes widened as she saw it was going to be very difficult to
deter me, if it was possible at all.

"Spread your legs apart, Emily," I said sweetly, "so I can see
your lovely young pussy more easily."

"No!" she said, looking decidedly unhappy.

I leaned in towards her face and gave her a look that was
persuasive -- well, maybe it was on the edge of threatening.
"Yes."

A tear formed in her eye as she spread her legs apart a couple
inches.

"Wider," I said. When she gave me another inch or two, I said,
"All the way, as wide as you can."

She got the message and as her thighs slid out to the side, her
smooth little lips spread apart a little, showing the tantalizing
folds of skin inside.

"Stay just like that," I said.

I carefully removed first my right shoe, then the left.

"What are you doing?" she asked with rising fear.

"What does it look like?" I said.

One sock, and then the other. I removed my T-shirt. The trousers
were next, leaving me with just a pair of briefs with bulging
contents. I pulled off the briefs to reveal my manhood, already
quite hard from contemplating the young girl in front of me.

She was transfixed.

"Ever see a man's cock before?"

"No," she mumbled.

It twitched up and down with excitement. "You've never seen a
long, hard man's cock?"

She shook her head, and I was excited to realize how innocent she
was.

"Let's go back to you," I said, sitting on the bed below her wide
open legs.

My hand approached her fully exposed pussy.

She shied away, and I became annoyed.  "Don't move!" I hissed. 
Maybe I added a bit of body language to emphasize my words.  For
whatever reason, she lay still.

Still, her eyes tried to will my hand away as it approached her
pussy.
 
As my fingers made the first delicate contact with her pussy
lips, she looked away in disgust.

I brought more fingers into contact with her and stroked her
entire crotch area gently.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Bad! Please stop!" she said heatedly.

I kept caressing, then gradually settled on a pattern of sliding
my fingers up and down her outer labia rhythmically. After a
minute I stopped and relished one of my favorite moments: opening
her labia. Skin pulled back from skin wetly to reveal her female
parts. Inside she looked like a woman, though everything looked
fresher and smaller -- virginal.

I was surprised to see a bit of fluid at her pussy opening. I
spread her inner lips open with one hand, then dipped a finger
into the fluid right at her vaginal opening. As I brought my
finger back, a fine thread came with it. I lifted it to my nose.
I knew that smell! The stringy quality to the thin mucus was
distinctive too. Young as she was, her pussy was advertising its
fertility.

"Emily, dear, did your period end about nine or ten days ago?"

She closed her eyes to think. "Yeah," she said absently, then,
"Wait!  Why do you care?  How do you know?"

"Oh, your pussy told me."

"What?"

"Never mind," I said. Returning to her alluring girl parts, I
pushed my finger into her slowly.

"No, not inside!" she pleaded, but she knew not to resist
physically.

She was hot and slick, and my finger glided in smoothly.

She shook her head a little as her eyes became moist, but no
words came out.

I felt no sign of a hymen.

"You are a virgin, aren't you? Or have you let some boy have his
way with you already?"

"Of course I'm a virgin!" she said indignantly.

"But no cherry?" I said.

"Horseback riding," she mumbled.

She certainly was sexy. A girl with a slick pussy, a girl in
heat. Could it be her first heat? Many early periods aren't
actually preceded by ovulation, but her ovulation here was
unmistakable.

In exposing her pussy, I had pushed her dress up far enough that
the hem was lying across her down-covered mound. "Let's get that
nice pink dress off you," I said.

I tugged it upward, and she lifted her back enough to start
taking it off. She knew that my attention to anything above her
waist was less a violation of her privacy than anything below --
and less dangerous for her. Still, she paused. "You'll see my
boobs," she said, suddenly shy.

"Yes, I want to see your breasts."

Emily frowned at me, lip quivering, but she pulled her dress off
the rest of the way, then lay back, pink with embarrassment.

The whole girl was laid out before me, nothing obscured by cloth.

"You are so beautiful, Emily!" I said with utter sincerity. The
breasts I had fondled through the cloth of her dress were no
disappointment to the eyes. "Especially your breasts."

She continued looking away, but I could tell she felt a bit of
pride to get a compliment from the first man to see her breasts
naked. As a girl grows, most of her sexual development is hidden
from view, but the bulges on her chest are unmistakable and give
a strong clue as to how her sexuality is developing. Little shows
but the size, and society has it that bigger is better. But the
details of Emily's small breasts were delightful, and blended
artfully with the rest of the gorgeous creature.

I began lowering myself onto her, though my cock was well out of
range below her pussy area.

"No, stay away!" she said, pushing me weakly.

"Oh yes," I said. "Those breasts -- mmmmm!"

I lowered my head slowly to her right breast, then reached out
the tip of my tongue to touch her. At my first touch, she
recoiled, but then seemed to resign herself to one more
indignity.

I licked a circle just outside the aureole. I then tightened the
circle. Finally I got to the little nipple itself, and slowly,
luxuriously licked it up and down for nearly a minute.

"Oh, look at this! Now that I've licked it, your nipple is
standing up straight. It likes to be licked!"

Suddenly she reached a resolution. "No! I'm leaving! You can't do
this to me!" She started to rise but I held her down. She pushed
against me with all her strength, but I absorbed it easily.

"I am bigger than you, and I am going to do exactly what I want
with you."

"No!" she groaned.

Pausing to really see her, I added, "You're beautiful when you're
frightened. Why don't you lie back and relax? I'm not going to
let you go, and if you struggle I'm afraid you might get hurt."

She lay back, then sighed with indignation. "It's illegal! You'll
go to jail!"

"We'll see about that," I added slyly. "But it would be worth
it."

I feasted my eyes on her face. "You are even more beautiful when
you're angry!"

I then zoomed in on her chest again. "Let's see what your other
nipple thinks." I licked a circle around that aureole as well,
spiraling in to her nipple. "It's standing up too! That means
you're aroused, you know, your body is getting ready for sex."

"It's not -- I'm not -- please, let me go!" she whimpered.

"Your nipple is just waiting to be sucked." I licked my lips
noisily, then gently mouthed her left one, treasuring its erect
state, ready to be engulfed. I then gave a full, strong suck. I
starting using the little irregular bursts that babies use when
they're nursing. Her breath caught, revealing that her body
recognized the primal signal.

I lifted my head to speak. "Your body is telling you something,"
I said. "It wants the baby that's going to suck on those nipples
some day."

A tear trickled deliciously down her face.

I continued with my sucking, slurping happily, my saliva
lubricating the whole area, switching from breast to breast,
sucking and licking until I'd had my fill.

Sitting back, I then returned my attention to that spot between
her legs. She had naturally let her thighs come together to some
extent, as a fully open position is uncomfortable for long
periods. I spread them wider again. Earlier her pussy opening had
shown just a touch of moisture, and I had needed to poke in a
little to discover the secret of her fertility. There was no
secret any more. Lubrication oozed from her slit, and the lips
were engorged and reddish. As I rose up on my knees, my cock
naturally stuck out boldly. It was very hard.

Her panic returned. "You're not going to really do it, are you?"
She thought frantically. "I could rub it for you! Or give you a
blow job!" I didn't say anything. "You can come in my mouth!"

"How do you know about all those things?" I asked.

"Kids at school talk," she said.

"I would have thought you were too tender and young to know about
those things."

She saw an opening. "I'm too young to have sex! I'm just eleven!
Not old enough!"

"You're eleven like I'm 16!" I said, then laughed gently. I was
actually 33. "Oh, you're old enough for sex all right."

"Wait! I'll give you a hand job, or a blow job. Let me taste your
sperm!" she managed. Her desperate desire to avoid her fate
stirred her creativity. It seemed highly unlikely that she had
suddenly developed a desire to taste my sperm.

"You've never given a blow job, right? Of course not, you said
you'd never seen an erect cock before. That's sweet of you," I
said. "It would probably take a while for you to learn to do it
half decently, though it would still feel good," I said, shutting
my eyes briefly to imagine her perfect mouth engulfing me. "But
there is only one part of your body that my cock wants to touch
today."

Deflated, she lay back and started to sob gently. But I wanted
her attention.

"Emily, look -- look at my cock." She looked up. "Isn't it
handsome? Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"Yes!" she said. "It really is very nice-looking! Beautiful!"

I shook my head and chuckled. "I've never heard of a woman who
thought a cock looked beautiful -- certainly not a virgin who has
never felt what pleasure it can bring."

I slowly started lowering myself towards her.

"No, it really is beautiful! Let me look more."

I gave her thirty seconds and she kept looking, doing a decent
job of pretending it really was beautiful. Then I started to
lower myself again.

"No, let me look more!" she said.

Addressing myself, I muttered, "What makes me think this is a
stalling tactic?"

I lowered myself again until my cock was an inch from her pussy
opening. I slowly spread her inner lips with my right hand while
aiming my cock with my left.

"It's too big!" she cried frantically. "You're going to hurt me!"

I stopped.

"Oh, I almost forgot! You're plenty slick inside, so my cock
would slide in easily enough, but we ought to get you even more
excited."

"I'm not excited at all! I hate this! I hate you! You're making
fun of me! Why don't you just go ahead and rape me!" she shouted,
then started sobbing.

I smiled. "True, I could have just fucked you and gotten it over
long ago. But I'm having so much fun! I guess I ought to tell you
that I am a bad man."

As she cried, I used vision and hands together to explore exactly
how her twat was laid out, and found her clitoris, then found a
good pressure. I then lay beside her on her right, my face now
close to hers so I could see her beautiful features, all the more
beautiful for her grief.

She turned her face away.

"No, no, don't turn away! I want to see your gorgeous face!"

She turned partway so she was looking at the ceiling, and her
crying subsided to sniffles. That was good enough. It really
would be a bit much to expect her to stare into my eyes, and I
wasn't sure I could take that intensity anyway. It occurred to me
to kiss her, but kissing a girl against her will wouldn't be any
fun, I reckoned. Instead of kissing, I moved my right hand into
position between her legs, applied my second and third fingers to
her clit, and began rubbing gently. As the seconds went by, I
could see her gulping and breathing just a little faster.

"Do you ever do this yourself?" I asked.

"No," she said at once.

"Not even a little? You never wondered what you could feel like?"

"Well, maybe a few seconds here or there, but it never felt like
much." She changed the subject.

"I don't want to do this! Please, let me go! Pleeeeease! Why do
you want to do this? Can't you find a woman your own age?" she
added, nearly spitting.

With a different man that might have been a provocative and
dangerous question, but I was not perturbed. "Oh, I can, whenever
I want. But I like the idea of making love to a beautiful young
virgin. Especially a naughty one who walks around a hotel
barefoot, without panties or a bra."

"I told you, I was just going out for a minute -- a few seconds
-- for a Coke, just down the hall!"

"Hmmm. I think unconsciously your body wanted to have sex, so it
got you to walk the halls half naked. Your body is coming into
its own as a woman's body, and it's hungry for a man."

"No!" she said.

I considered. "Back in your room... if you didn't have panties or
a bra on, I would think you must have been totally nude when you
decided you wanted a Coke. Why would you be nude in your hotel
room?"

She didn't answer.

"Maybe you were alone in the room, looking at yourself in the
mirror from every different angle, seeing how you were developing
and wondering if boys would find you attractive."

She issued no hot denial, so I figured I was on to something.

"Yes, they would!" I whispered in her ear. "Very, very
attractive!"

All through this my fingers were gently but firmly rubbing her
clit. The secretions of her sperm-hungry pussy were running down
into her butt crack.

After a minute of silence, I said, "Now, doesn't that feel good?
Don't you feel a warmth, a pleasure?"

"No!" she said.

"Isn't it right below the surface, a pulsing hunger for my cock?
A hunger to have your pussy filled?"

"No," she said, but uncertainly. "Even if there were, I still
hate it! I want to go! Stop doing this to me!"

"Nah, I want to, so I'm going to."

At that point I figured her body was as totally hot as it was
going to get, so I moved up into position between her legs again.

I had an idea. "I'd like you to hold your pussy open for me."

She looked up suddenly. "Help you? Why should I help you rape
me?"

I took her delicate right wrist in my left hand and started
squeezing, increasing the force relentlessly.

"It might feel better for you. Not hurt so much." She couldn't
miss the pain gradually increasing in her wrist. "It's OK, I know
it's still rape. I'd never claim you wanted it just because you
helped a little."

She fixed me with a murderous glare, which sent a sudden tingle
of excitement through me. But I let up my pressure on her wrist
and she dutifully put her hands between her legs. She didn't open
her lips right away.

"What about a condom?"

I laughed, incredulous. "A condom, for a rape? You've got to be
kidding!"

"But, I could get AIDS! Or get pregnant!"

"I'm clean, sweetie, you couldn't get any diseases from me."

"How do I know? How can I trust you?"

I laughed again. "You don't have any choice about any of this,
right? Trust me or not, it's true, I'm clean."

"You could get something from me!" she said, grasping at another
straw.

"A virgin?"

"People can get AIDS other ways, right?"

I grinned. "I'll take my chances. Do you look like an IV drug
user? Let me look carefully." I took each of her arms and admired
the tender flesh at the bend in her arm, perfectly smooth without
a needle mark in sight.

"But what about pregnancy?"

"Yeah, that is a possibility. Your body has got an egg all ready
to be fertilized; I can tell from your smell and the thread-like
texture of your pussy juice. So it depends on whether I come
inside you. I haven't decided yet. If you're uncooperative I
certainly will."

Emily spread her lips wide and lay back, defeated once more.

I grinned at the girl holding herself ready for me. She was
inviting me in! It was under coercion, of course, but the
illusion was erotic.

I lowered myself until my glans just barely kissed against her
pussy opening. I had touched the first of the precious hot and
wet fluid that would ease my passage inward. I pressed until a
patch of my cock tip the size of a quarter pressed against her.
The insides of her inner lips were hot and inviting. It was a
delightful moment, and I paused to savor it.

Then it was time for more. I pressed harder, but nothing gave
right away. I could feel that I was right at the sphincter that
divided her outer pussy from the part inside her abdominal walls,
the part truly inside the girl.

Now, a cock is meant for pressing hard. It is built for violent
rape, if a man wants to use it that way. It can exert tremendous
force to press through the opening of a girl, no matter how tight
or dry she is. I could easily have forced my way into Emily, but
I wasn't in a hurry.

"You're holding your pussy shut, Emily," I said. "You ought to
relax it to welcome me in more. Build up brownie points so maybe
I won't come in you."

"I don't get it," she said with genuine confusion. "What am I
doing?"

"Your pussy. You're holding it shut."

"I'm not trying to do anything," she said.

Was she lying? Could she control it? I didn't know a girl's body
that well. I had heard that it's hard for a woman to relax her
anus to take a guy up her butt, so maybe it was hard here too. I
could have pressed in, of course, conquering any squeeze, but I
wanted to be let in. I was pretty sure that her pussy couldn't
stay tight forever.

So I waited, pressing my tip gently against her sphincter. I felt
the ring start to open a little, letting my cock tip nudge in
just a touch, but apparently in reaction to the intrusion, it
shut again by reflex. That happened again several times, at
closer intervals. After a couple minutes of holding myself in
delicious anticipation above my gorgeous Emily, it couldn't keep
it up any more. The ring of muscle loosened, and my tip surged
in.

"There, your loosened up. Could you feel it?"

She looked away

"Answer me, dear Emily."

"Yeah, I could."

As the muscle struggled to recover there were little highly
arousing twinges, gripping me right at the base of my cock's
helmet.

Now my way wasn't blocked any more, though it was no easier to
press in. Her pussy walls were elastic, and in response to my
insistent intrusion they gradually spread apart, millimeter by
millimeter. That meant the flesh that the tip of my cock touched
was gradually sliding apart, caressing me as it went. She was so
hot and wet that it was exquisite, and there was a stickiness and
graininess to her juices that heightened the pleasure even more.

"No, it's too big! It's going to hurt!"

"If it hurts, you let me know." I was pretty sure that with her
hymen gone, with the extreme arousal she had from my long minutes
of attention to her clit, and with her peak fertility, it wasn't
going to hurt. And she didn't claim it did.

"I hate you! It's ... That's my innards up there! It's my body! I
don't want you inside!"

"I'm sure you don't -- or at least part of you doesn't."

"You're violating me! I mean, it's not just that you're up there,
but you're stretching me out so wide it's like going up with a
truck or something!"

"Mmmmm. But does it hurt?"

"No ... just so much pressure, and I hate it!"

"That's what rape is all about, Emily. You hate it, and I love
it. I could ram up in you more quickly, but I'm adoring this
gentle progress. I'm going up only as fast as your little cunt is
welcoming me in."

"Cunt?"

"Yeah, dirty word, isn't it? I love dirty words." I leaned over
and whispered in her ear, "My cock is fucking your cunt. My cock
is fucking your cunt..." over and over.

She shook her head to get me away. "'I'm not welcoming you at
all! I hate it!"

"Ah, but your body is welcoming me. Your pussy was wet from the
first time I saw it, and it's been getting wetter all the time,
as I sucked your lovely breasts, and made love to your little
clit, and now that I'm sliding in. It's giving way because what
you body wants, above all else, is to get pregnant. That's what
it desperately wants right now.
"I don't want to get pregnant!" she shouted.

"No, but your body is built for it."

She had a deep pussy, because my seven-inch shaft just kept
sliding and sliding, ever so slowly. Finally, I felt my thick
pubic hair tickle against her downy hair, then both sets of hair
compressed more and more, then the skin came together, and
finally skin was mashed tightly against skin, my progress stopped
by pubic bone hard against pubic bone.

"You took all of it, Emily! You've got a deep, very hungry
pussy!"

She started crying then. "You're filling me half way to my
throat! Thick as a baseball bat! It's horrible! Could you please,
please, get out now? You've fucked your virgin, you've humiliated
me! Isn't that enough?"

"Mmmm, I love to hear you talk like that... No, the fuck hasn't
even begun yet." And with that, I drew back a few millimeters,
then forward a few, very slowly. The hot, slick tunnel gave a
friendly, enthusiastic hug. I went out a little more with each
ebb and pushed back in a little faster.

I watched Emily. I could see in her face that she knew this was
something primally satisfying.

Soon I was fucking away in earnest. It was fantastic. I had my
virgin against her will, on her back, helplessly spread before
me, legs spread wide, alien cock not just touching her private
parts, but possessing them to maximum depth, pistoning back and
forth in conquest and exquisite pleasure.

Emily looked to the side, crying a little. But I could also see a
change come over her. Beads of sweat broke out around her
aureole, then on her forehead. She became flushed. She stopped
crying and her face was slack for seconds at a time. Her breath
came faster.

"Feel that pleasure, Emily? As much as you hate it, it feels
good!"

"No, it doesn't!"

"You're lying to me -- or maybe to yourself," I panted.

She had more trouble fighting it.

"I'm still debating whether to cum in you or not..." I mused.

Her eyes shot open. "Don't! Please don't! I don't want to get
pregnant!"

"But that would be so exciting! Wouldn't you like my baby?"

"No!"

"I'd like to give you one so much."

"Oh, please, please, please! I could never get an abortion!"

"Mmmmm. You're exciting me more all the time!" I panted.

Seeing her glazed expression, I knew this girl was going to come
soon. I decided to take advantage of it.

"I'll make a deal," I said. "If you don't come, then I won't."

Her face lit up. "OK, it's a deal!" This was by far the best hope
she had been offered. Yet the pleasure of gentle fucking kept
flooding her brain. She didn't know what coming felt like, didn't
know the signs, and didn't know how to hold off.

"You're close," I panted, pistoning into her at a steady pace,
making sure my pubic bone hit her clit each time. The stimulation
was regular, and her body was attuned to it, knowing the mating
was steady, right on target, and all was well.

She looked at me in panic, realizing she didn't know what her
body was doing.

"Very close!" I said. "Feel all that pleasure? Feel your mate
filling your pussy halfway to your throat? Stretching you wide
apart? " I was feeling magnificent, pleasure coursing through me.
I could have come in a second if I wanted to, but I knew how to
hold back. "The rhythm, the closeness, my big man's body covering
you up, having his way with you, up your cunt." I was working
hard. "Now think," I said, "of getting pregnant."

"No!" she shouted, panicked but assailed by her feminine nature
from every side.

"Growing a baby! My cock is going to fill your cunt with cum, and
it will give you a baby! You'll feel my dick get even bigger and
wider and harder, then you'll know I'm pulsing it into you!
Giving you a cute baby!"

Her breath was rapid, her face a swirl of emotion, the pleasure
starting to take a rhythmic form. She fought off the pulses.

"Come for me, Emily!" I whispered urgently.

"No!" she exclaimed.

"Yes!" I said.

"No. No!" she shouted.

"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned. "It will get you a baby inside you!"

"No!" she shouted. She clenched her teeth, fighting it.

She mouthed the word "no" but nothing came out. Then she stopped,
eyes wide open, and the rhythmic contractions she had been
fighting started. I could feel the squeezes on my cock. She had
wanted so much not to come. Her first orgasm was a massive one,
and she so very much didn't want to have it.

The pulses went on and on before gradually stopping. It had
required a lot of concentration for me to keep from coming
myself, but I had done it, and now I slowed my strokes.

"That wasn't an orgasm!" she tried, frantically.

"Gee, if that wasn't an orgasm, when you have a real one, imagine
how good that will feel!"

"I don't know, but that wasn't one!" she said.

"Ah, sweet Emily, I'm the referee here, I'm afraid. That was an
orgasm."

"But you're not going to come, are you? Pull out, please? I'll
still give you a hand job! A blow job! As many as you want! You
can do me in the ass!" she pleaded, increasingly desperate.

"No, sweetie pie, we made a deal and you lost. I'm very excited
about giving you a baby. You've always wanted a baby, right?"

"Yeah, but not for years! And not ... " she stopped herself.

"Finish it!" I said, humping away in her little body, which
massaged me so lovingly and urgently, begging for the sperm that
responsible Emily so desperately didn't want.

She shook her head.

"And not with your rapist? With a nice husband?"

She looked miserable, as I had obviously hit the mark.

"That's enough talking, OK?" I said. "I'm going to concentrate on
fucking you, concentrate on how terrific it feels, and how
wonderful it will be to father a child -- with such a beautiful
girl, no less! You can pat my back gently, if you want -- hey,
it's nice to be good to the father of your child!"

I lowered myself onto my sweetie, pressing her little breasts
between us, sliding my arms under her, elbows bent, one hand on
each shoulder blade. My head lay on the pillow next to hers. I
got ready for some earnest in-virgin baby-making fucking. Dear
Emily rested her hands gently on my back in a loose hug, then I
felt a tentative pat. Oh, what a darling!

An observer of the scene would first have seen a man's body lying
face down, butt pumping up and down fast. He then might have seen
some parts of a young girl sticking out from below. There were
two knees with calves and feet to match. The position of the
knees made it clear that her legs were spread wide, and the man's
cock was certainly positioned right to be surging in and out of
the young thing's cunt. The mattress absorbed some of the shock
of the man's jackhammer thrusts, bouncing them both up and down
on the bed slightly instead of the girl's pubic bone taking the
full brunt of each thrust. The observer would have seen two
delicate arms draped on the man's back, holding it gently, and,
just visible over the man's powerful shoulders, a head with
beautiful blond hair seriously mussed from rampant passion. If he
got a closer look, he would have seen a face betraying mixed
emotions.

I didn't see any of that. I saw the girl's gorgeous hair and
small ear beside me, if I opened my eyes to look. Mostly I felt.
I felt my flesh pressing against young Emily. Her breasts pressed
just a bit harder into my chest than the rest of her chest,
though her erect nipples were unmistakable. I felt her tender
thighs where mine held them wide open. I felt my pubic mat
mashing against her young, delicate one, and my balls slapped
against her butt now and then. But they soon rose to hug my cock,
ready to deliver their sperm cells as part of the mixture my body
would concoct.

Mostly, though, I felt the heaven of her cunt, squeezing evenly,
slick and wet and just a touch grainy, begging for the full load
of cum I was preparing for it. I rammed home over and over into
her little box, straining to get in every millimeter I could. Her
twat squeezed me back, and gradually I could feel her lifting her
butt a little, straining forward to present her cunt so I could
get at it even more easily, encouraging me to get in even
farther. She started pressing up against me, her body as eager to
get the sperm as I was eager to give it to her. In her body's
excitement she wiggled her thighs back and forth.

Her breath became irregular again. She moved from stroking my
hair gently with one hand to pressing hard on my neck and back. I
was delighted to hear her groan loudly as another orgasm
possessed her. Her pussy tube gave me a few gentle squeezes that
rapidly faded in strength. I looked to see her face contorted
with pleasure.

The girl moaned, then spoke. "It feels too good!" And with that,
her attitude changed.

"What's your name?" she panted.

I decided an honest answer would do fine, and I was happy to be
on a first name basis with my fuckee of the moment, the most
beautiful girl in the world, perhaps.

"Dave," I said simply.

I raised myself up onto my hands to better see my changed mate,
all the while fucking away into her adolescent snatch with all
the urgency I could. I was going to blast my sperm high in her
cunt to give her a baby; I was waiting because this pre-orgasmic
ecstasy was so delicious. Raised above her, I saw the gorgeous
girl, covered with a sheen of sweat, small breasts elegantly
displayed, nipples engorged upwards. I saw her face totally
vulnerable as it emerged from the second orgasm of her life, and
I saw her smile.

Looking below, I saw where my shaft disappeared up between her
legs, and as I saw its multicolored veined magnificence slide
back and forth I was seeing confirmation of what I felt in every
fiber of my being: my cock had punctured this girl's private
passage, and then stretched it, filled it, and overwhelmed it
with pressure, friction, and pleasure. There was an egg waiting
for me, her body was straining in every way to give me the most
pleasure it could, to convince me all was well, that my sperm
would be treasured, honored, and worshiped when I shot it into
her depths. Her body was impatient, hungering for the splats of
jis, but also patient. Until that sperm was delivered, it would
never tire of getting fucked. Her body was happy to bathe young
Emily in orgasm after orgasm as she waited for the surge of
sticky cum to complete the mating.

A change had come over her. A mere half hour before she had been
a virgin, unaware of her sexuality in practical terms and happy
to leave it sleeping. In that mere half hour her entire being had
awakened to sex, to fucking, to a hunger to be screwed, an
obsession with having her twat pumped with a man's prong, an
obsession with his pleasure, with getting him to deliver the
sperm. That awakening had turned into a footnote the incidental
matter that she was being raped, or at least that these forces
had all been unleashed within her by pure rape. No observer of
this moment alone could believe she was being fucked against her
will.

"Fuck me, Dave!" she began tentatively. Perhaps encouraged by my
smile, she continued, a few words at a time as she was panting so
hard: "Shove your prong up my cunt, shaft me, bang my pussy with
your dick. Harder and deeper is fine, I can take it all! You're
so big in me, and I love it! My whole body is yours. Fuck my cunt
-- more! You're just right, up between my legs, straight up my
cunt hole! Take me, Dave! Finish me! I'm all ready to make a baby
-- your baby! All I need is that mess of sperm -- high as you can
spurt it, OK? Give it to me!"

My brief phrases were mingled in: "Emily, you're my fuck. Such a
good fuck! Your cunt is so hot and wet and deep! My balls are
eager to fire -- just a little more pleasure, then I'm going to
breed you!"

The little adolescent shivered. "Oh, please do it! I'm ready for
you! You've got my clit crazy with pleasure. I don't know how you
set me on fire like that. I can feel it building again. Just
don't stop that surging of your hard prong up my pussy!"

She lay back to revel in the exquisite fucking, then spoke again.
"Belch that holy mess up high! Do it for me, please? I'm on my
way again.... Oh, god. ... Here ... Let me set an example!" she
managed with a touch of humor before her building orgasm jumbled
any attempt at speech.

She locked eyes with mine, her body tensed in every fiber, and
she screamed. She held my gaze as her pussy clenched me again.
Her climax started with her body and its sensations, as always,
but it was now also partly from me myself, from the man she
experienced who was fucking her pussy, a man possessed with
unbounded desire. Her orgasm came from this particular man's body
as it forced its maleness all over her, but most of all into her
body unbelievably deep, into her private, sexy nook. The girl
suddenly knew she had a vacuum in her upper cunt, a profoundly
empty space. It could be filled by what only he could give, by
what only a steely cock plunging with abandon could deliver.

I slowed my pace a little, and she looked worried. "Oh, don't you
dare stop! Not till you shoot me full of it! Oh, please! Fuck me,
fuck me! Ream my cunt!"

"I'm not stopping, baby," I said, and she relaxed. "Just a little
intermission."

I bent my head down and sucked on one nipple urgently, like a
baby. A little orgasm seized her. I moved to the other.

"Spurt, finish me off, so I can get the baby to do that later,
OK?" I lowered my lips to her beautiful young face to kiss her,
and she eagerly kissed back. But it was more symbolic than
erotic, its sweet happiness overshadowed by the surging
overloaded current of pleasure from male and female genitals
crushing into each other at full force and full speed. I forced
my tongue into her mouth, but she soon expelled it. "Wrong flesh
in the wrong spot!" she said urgently. "It's your dick in my
fuck-hole I need. Your huge meat! I've had orgasms; I'm drowning
in pleasure but I need the sperm!"

"I'm on the edge," I said. "About to fall over, but it's so
exciting to feel it, feel that I could go but I haven't."

"Only when you're ready," she tried to be sympathetic, but
couldn't keep it up. "No, no, I can't wait! Go over, now! Sperm,
sperm, sperm!"

I was shoving into her virginal cunt at racecar speed and somehow
managed to get in an extra millimeter, and then I felt it. At the
very last millimeter, my tip had touched something a little firm.
Her cervix! I had hit the door to her womb. That was where my
sperm was bound, and maybe in its hunger the cervix stretched
down a little to meet me, to remind me of my solemn male mating
duty. If I wouldn't shoot the sperm out, maybe the hysterical
cervix would try to suck it out of me. More likely, my hunger to
breed her had gotten my over-pressurized cock pressurized just
that little bit more to reach the extra fraction of an inch.

"I'm on the edge, Emily!" I said. I slowed my pace, to her
distress, while I worked my hands around behind her butt, one
hand squeezing each of her butt cheeks, reducing the physical
system to her pelvis and cunt, reamed by my cock which my pelvis
hammered home. The mattress cushioned nothing any more. As
ferociously as I was straining, screwing, and fucking, my hands
gripped her ass to shove us together. I squeezed hard enough I
thought I would squash her young lower parts to a pulp, but of
course she was made for it. Young as she was, she was made to
absorb the hardest fuck, the deepest penetration, squeezes and
scratches and whatever my male body could dish out. Just as long
as in the end it would ejaculate: dish out, splat out, fire up
into her cunt the precious seed she needed for her baby.

"Oh, God, you nasty fucker! That's it! I love it when you squeeze
my ass! Faster!"

Now I could feel my tip kiss her cervix lightly on every stroke.
With my hands mauling her buttocks, I had no leverage to hold
myself up, but Emily solved the problem herself. Her small arms
and limited strength were seized by her will. Born of her
ferocious need to get fucked pregnant, she lifted my chest up
into the air, taking my full weight.

"Look at me! Boobs, nipples, see my face? See how much I want it?
See how much I need it?"

Her face was indeed stricken with raw hunger and need. Its
inherent beauty and youth doubled the effect, and it was
impossible to resist.

"Yes, fuck me! All the way! Ream me deeper! My clit's on fire!
But -- sperm, sperm!" she panted.

Her hunger, her beauty, the strength she marshaled to hold me so
I could see her as I fucked her -- they all contributed. Her
feminine ass cheeks in my hands that I was mauling and clawing
frantically, her tender thighs wriggling in excitement, her pubic
mat mashed against mine in a sopping mass -- they all helped. But
at the heart of the matter, her fertile cunt was hot, it bathed
me in precious, magic fluid that eased the friction of my
cockskin with her cunt walls. Her sticky fluid was the first step
on the road to her sure and swift pregnancy -- if only she could
have the sperm. My tip widened to near bursting, all the better
to take in every slippery bit of ecstatic touch from her pussy
walls.

"I'm over, Emily! Can't stop now! The sperm's coming!"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she howled with the urgency of a cat in
heat.

There were a couple seconds between inevitability and delivery.
Pleasure flooded my brain, I felt the cramping down below in my
innards. Fluids screamed to be let out. Valves opened, fluids
mixed, all was ready as the ancient male patterns of
fertilization took hold. Meanwhile I was jamming and humping and
thrusting with superhuman strength into her twat cunt hole, our
bodies jammed together with my hands gripping her butt.

"Here .... it ..... comes!" I moaned. We locked eyes.

Emily screamed as possessed by the mother of all orgasms. Her
cunt seized my cock and squeezed hard, and my cock rocketed the
first shot deep through my pulsing, steely member to deliver it
the exact instant my glans and her cervix kissed -- surprisingly
gently for all the surrounding frenzy and speed of flesh gripping
flesh. I thrust even harder, even faster, as the second shot
spurted, then the third, fourth, and fifth. They kept going,
strong wet bursts plastering her upper virgin cunt. Eyes locked,
Emily and I felt our orgasms strengthen and our pleasure
supercharge as we saw the same ecstasy in the other's eyes.

All the while the semen, the cum, the ball juice, the jis, the
sperm pumped from the depths of my man parts into the innermost
reaches of her girl parts. Her cunt seized shut around me, not
allowing a single drop of sperm to leak out.

Things started slowing. I saw her arms were violently shaking
from the effort of holding up my weight.

"Your poor arms! Let me down, honey," I said. As she did, my
weight crushed down on her. Preparing to disengage, I started
pulling one hand from behind her buttock, but she stopped me.

"No, stay! Stay! Stay!" she commanded, so I stayed, holding us
tight together with my hands on her buttocks, my entire weight
bearing down on the girl. She started gasping, but when I made to
move, she gasped, "No, stay!"

Finally she nudged me and I rolled off her to the side. My cock
slid free, covered with sex juice, and the same pussy juice and
sperm mix oozed from her hole. There was just so much that it
couldn't all stay up high in her cunt.

Our loins had been pressed together for so long and with such
urgency that mine felt oddly like half of a single creature that
had been sliced open. My cock deflated.

Emily snuggled against my side happily, dreamily, panting.

But after a few minutes her demeanor changed.

She sat up and looked at me and herself and where she was. "You,
you raped me!" she said.

I was disappointed that my victim turned enthusiastic co-fucker
had returned to her previous reluctance -- but I couldn't blame
her.

"Yep!" I smiled. "You had an awfully good time for a poor little
girl being raped," I said.

She knew that, and it confused her. "What time is it?"

We determined that just over an hour and a half had elapsed since
I snared her from the hallway.

"My mom said she'd be back in -- let's see, three hours from when
I left the room," Emily said.

Her absence might go undetected! The idea she had been alone was
implicit in my suggestion that she was admiring herself naked in
her room, but this confirmation was thrilling. I admitted to
myself that I had gotten carried away, and however perfect my
interlude with Emily had been, maybe it wasn't worth a lengthy
jail term.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I said, pointing to the bathroom,
though as in most hotel rooms, its location was impossible to
miss.

She rose, more of my cum leaking from her as she walked to the
bath. She started to close the door, but I caught her. She looked
at me questioningly.

"I want to watch." I was still her rapist, and she was still in
my power. I'm not sure how she saw it herself, but she didn't
object. No self-respecting girl would let a strange man see her
naked as she bathed, but as this man had just dealt her a lengthy
and frenzied fuck, maybe the extra insult to her privacy didn't
seem so serious.

I watched as she used the toilet quickly, then got into the
shower. I quickly wiped the worst of my sweat and juices away
with a towel while I watched Emily through the transparent shower
curtain.

When she emerged a couple minutes later, I had a hard-on again
and surely my face conveyed the pure lust I felt.

I saw her war with herself, but she then got that look of urgency
herself, and led me to the bedroom.

Our initial sex had started slowly, with much physical and
emotional turmoil. The reprise started within seconds. She lay on
her back and at her urging I slid right into her.

Our bodies knew their way with each other, and we followed each
other down that urgent path once more. Within a minute we
climaxed together. More sperm spurted up into her cunt. My
earlier copious hosing of her innards had almost certainly gotten
her pregnant, but our bodies didn't know that, and in a short,
sweet dance we had cooperated in getting me to unload another
batch high up inside her.

Now the time was running short. She showered quickly again, then
used the hair dryer and comb to get her hair in order. Then she
got dressed. That part was very simple. She had one pink dress,
and nothing else. It had been tossed aside early in the rape and
so survived the whole ordeal in good condition. As she stood,
dress on and hair combed, she looked exactly as she had two and a
half hours earlier when I first forced her into my room.

"Are you going to tell?" I asked simply.

She looked uncertain.

"If you do, I'll have to tell them how you screamed out orgasms
one after the other and begged for my sperm."

"You're still guilty," she said, accusingly but without real
conviction.

"True, but I'll still tell them, and you'll get a reputation."

She shifted uncomfortably.

"And I'll also have to tell them you were walking down the
hallway without shoes, socks, bra, or panties."

She looked embarrassed to a degree far out of proportion to her
actual offense.

I approached the next part delicately.

"Just in case you are pregnant, are you going to keep the baby?"
I knew she was pregnant, but was hoping to get her to feel
uncertain about it.

"Oh, I'm sure I'm not pregnant," she said, changing the
uncertainty I had offered into the opposite certainty in a single
mental act of classic, unadulterated denial. "But I know I'd
never get an abortion. And I couldn't give a baby up for
adoption. My parents would help me raise it. But that's all
nonsense -- I'm not pregnant."

"So, life is simplest if you just go back to your room and
pretend nothing ever happened."

"Yeah," she said, pleased by the prospect of something that was
easy in the short term. Within minutes she would find that her
time in my room -- all the trauma, the emotion, the ecstasy, and
the endless fucking itself -- had left her utterly exhausted.

As she left, I paused to smile, "Goodbye, Emily."

"Goodbye, Dave," she said, with what was at least partly a smile.

I took my own shower, then pulled down the covers on the other
bed, the one that was not stewing with the sweat and sex juices
Emily and I had unleashed.

As I lay there, I had a vision of the future -- a vision that
turned out to be correct.

Emily would not tell her mother or get a morning-after pill. A
few months later she would finally have to admit she was
pregnant. Would she turn me in? I doubted it. However stark my
act of rape, however mean I had been to her as I toyed with her,
she had ended up enjoying my sexual attentions. The first
half-dozen orgasms of her young life were forever welded to the
experience of me fucking away in her relentlessly. She would have
strong mixed feelings, but she wouldn't turn me in.

She would not get an abortion or give up the baby for adoption.

I had a hunch it would be a girl baby. When that baby had grown
to between ten and eighteen years old, I guessed, she would want
to know her roots. I would step forward, the girl would be
delighted to know her father, and her mother Emily would be happy
for her. I would have a loving daughter to give me grandchildren
and to brighten my declining years.

I had acted like a total bastard, I realized. What I had done was
downright evil. Maybe that's what I am deep down: evil. But it
was going to work out very well in this case. Very well indeed.


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