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GRAMPA

    Grampa's ugly breath is filling my throat and I can't scream cuz his

tongue is in my mouth, and I can't get away cuz he's so heavy on top of
me and
he's holding me down.  He has a big hand on my chest, just above my
titties
and I can't hardly breathe.
     Just now I thought he was gonna let me go cuz he shifted his hips
offa
me, but instead he reached with his other hand and tore my dress right
down
the front.
     My pretty dress is all ruint.  What can I tell momma?
     His hand is squirming around at my cunny now.  He's not kissing me
any
more and I started to scream, but he smacked my jaw and tole me to keep
quiet.
I saw stars, I swear, he hit me that hard.  He tole me I was a little
slutwhore, sashayin around in my tight dress.  He's pokin at my cunny
with his
big ole gnarly finger.  I don't want him to, he hurts me when he does
that,
but he thinks I like it cuz my cunny gets wet and drools for him.
     I hate it.  I hate him and I hate it and I hate my cunny for
drooling on
him.  I want to kill him one day.
     Now he says I'm ready for him.  He smiles like the devil, just a
hateful
grin like he thinks he knows everything and everything is for him.  I
pull my
legs closed, but he grabs my knees and pulls them apart so hard it
hurts, then
he flops down between them so I can't get them together again.
     He's kneelin in between my legs, pushin that ugly white wormy
pecker of
his at my pussy.  He says he likes it when I fight him cuz it makes my
cunt
squeeze him better.  I can feel the knobby head go up inside me, and I
scream
at him to take it out.  He slaps me again.  "Just take it, bitch," he
tells
me.  "Just lie back like the little slutwhore you are and take this
pecker.
You know you like it, look at all that cunt-slobber, you little whore."
     I'm not agonna cry.  I'm gonna kill him one day.  I keep telling
myself
that.  I tell myself so many times I start to think I might be saying it
out
loud.  I don't care if he knows.
     Then I feel it happening.
     Oh, God, don't let it happen, please...
     But God doesn't hear me.  God doesn't listen to slutwhores, and I
can
feel the heat of my hate building inside me, making me cum.  I can feel
the
cum growing up inside me like fire.  I cling to him.  I don't want to,
honest I don't, but my body wants me to cum and it won't do what I tell
it to
do.  I tell it not to cum, not to do this to me, but it won't stop.  I
can
feel my back arching up.  I can feel my hips moving to meet his.  I can
feel
my cunt aching to swallow his ugly cock inside it.  I can feel the wall
of
heat rise up and fall down on me, squashing me like a bug, and I shudder
cuz I
like it.  I like it and it makes me want to puke.  I hate him and I like
what
happens when he does this.  I hate him for it.  I'm gonna kill him.
     I hate the way he grunts and groans on top of me like some kind of
pasty-
white mutant hog rutting, and I hate the way he always stinks so much of
sour
beer and sweat.
     Then he grunts real deep and I feel his jizz dribbling inside me.
He
rolls off of me.  I curl up with my back to him.  I don't want him to
see me
cry.  I don't want him to see how ugly I am.  I don't want him to see
what a
little slutwhore he's made me into.  I don't want him to see how he's
made my
body into my enemy.



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