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."
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.
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.
It'd been seven long days and nights. Britney's 19 year old body had recovered from losing her virginity. Norman, the 60 year old man she'd visited for her Girl Scout troop, had raped her.
But he hadn't simply shoved his cock into her pussy… and ass, then made her suck and swallow his cum, that caused her anguish. It was the words, the names he'd called her that echoed in her mind. It was those unexpected feelings, her own reactions to what he'd done to her – that bothered her the most.
Now, a week later, Britney sat in her car outside Norman's shabby home.
The young girl had been contemplating this for several days. Should she go back, confront the disgusting pervert who'd so brutally fucked her the week before? What would she say? Her mind was filled with questions.
Though she didn't want to admit it, there was a strange, deeply disturbing desire, for more. But she could control that. She'd keep it hidden, buried while she spoke with him, telling him how much he'd… hurt her.
Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Britney walked onto Norman's porch. Knocking firmly, she noticed her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric. Quickly brushed her hands over her 32-DD breasts, she endeavored to adjust her blouse.
The door's window-curtain parted. Norman's unshaven face peaked out. When the door swung open, Britney saw Norman wearing only his boxers. "You're back," the old man's said gruffly. "Why?"
It wasn't the greeting Britney had expected.
"I… I wanted to…" she stammered. She'd planned what to say. She knew why she'd come back – to revisit this molester. But his cold uncaring attitude rattled her resolve.
"What girl?" he asked. "You want… what? Maybe you want to come inside?" Stepping close to the 5'2" girl, Norman's hand grabbed Britney's arm. Pulling her inside, he continued, "Maybe, little slut, you want more – like last week."
Britney inhaled deeply. He'd called her a slut, again. The name, the word sent a shiver through her tender body. She need to stay in control, not let the repressed tingling emerge.
Glancing toward his gray sofa, Britney realized Norman wasn't alone. A large black man of similar age sat listening to their conversation.
"Don't mind him," Norman said, sliding his right hand over Britney's tits. He'd noticed her firm nipples pressing against the girl's t-shirt. "That's Roscoe. I told him all about you."
Britney's eye grew wide, hearing there was another man who knew what Norman had done to her. Trying again, she stammered, "I wanted you to know, I'm not a…." her voice froze.
Norman's left hand slipped into his boxers. Pushing the front down, he pulled his soft 6" cock from its confinement.
Britney stared at the thick flaccid shaft, hanging only a couple feet from her. A surge of excitement shot through her body. Her tummy tightened and legs quivered. But this wasn't why she was here!
Norman stepped closer to the girl he'd raped last week. Pulling her hand to his soft cock, he wrapped her fingers around its girth. Smiling wickedly he asked, "You're not a… what? Say it," he growled. "Hold my cock and tell me what you're – not."
Britney felt the man's warm flesh as her fingers reflexively squeezed and massaged the limp shaft. "I'm not a…" she paused, "a slut." Her timid voice had the innocence of a little girl.
Norman smiled lustfully hearing her feeble proclamation. He knew what he was going to do to her. She'd come back to him – she obviously wanted more. "Get on your knees, slut," he demanded.
Britney's small head slowly shook – no. However, her hand never released its firm grip on Norman's cock. Her brown eyes looked directly into his as her knees wobbled.
"I want you on your knees, whore," he repeated.
Britney watched his face raise toward the ceiling. His body seemed to be growing rapidly. Her mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. Then she felt the floor bump against her knees. She understood, Norman hadn't grown, she'd knelt – just as he'd commanded.
"You're going to suck my cock," he hissed. "But first, tell me what you are."
The young girl looked at the soft cock in her hand. Lifting it to her face, she knew what she was supposed to do. But – tell him… what? She didn't understand that statement.
"What are you?" Norman repeated, "Say it." Grabbing Britney's two long black ponytails, Norman tilted her head back. WHOP, he slapped the girl's face who knelt before him. "Tell me you're a slut."
Britney quietly mumbled, "I… I'm a… Slut."
"Yessssssss," Norman groaned triumphantly. "And sluts suck cock. Suck me, whore."
Britney lifted the soft shaft to her mouth. Sliding her lips halfway down the warm tube, her tongue tasted the cock which had raped her a few days ago. Slowly, it grew hard in her mouth, bumping against the opening of her throat.
While her fingers tickled the old man's balls, her thoughts turned to what might be next. She was once again at Norman's mercy. She hadn't come her to be molested – or had she? The warm wonderful feeling between her legs had become very noticeable. Did she want… was she really… a slut?
Shoving his cock into Britney's throat, Norman held her cute nose in his pubic hair. Her small hands pushed against his legs, her back arched as she gagged.
Watching the young girl's body writhe at his feet, he asked with total disregard, "Britney, having trouble breathing?" Chuckling as he pulled his cock from her mouth, he commanded, "To my bed, slut. You know where it is."
Stumbling down the hallway, she gasped for breath known what had happened last time she'd been on Norman's bed. Norman and Roscoe walked close behind.
Standing near the foot of his bed, she turned to see the two men's faces. Their eyes were filled with lust and total disregard for her.
Dropping his boxers to the floor, Norman stepped toward Britney. "Why are you still dressed?" he asked, his tone malevolent.
Pulling the t-shirt over her head, the two long ponytails she always wore fell across her shoulders. Britney slowly unfastened her jeans, sliding them down her slender tanned legs. She saw Roscoe kicking his jeans toward the wall as her bra fell, freeing her luscious breast for the men's view.
"Damn girl," Roscoe observed, "White cotton panties? I though only little girls wore those!" Sliding his hand over his thick black 7" cock, he moaned, "you're going to feel real good wrapped around this."
Shaking her head, Britney's mind tried to comprehend how this had happened so quickly. She'd come to Norman's place to talk – or so she tried to convince herself as he pushed her panties to the dirty floor.
Norman gave her a firm shove backwards. Her small body bounced as she fell across the mattress at a cattycorner angle. He lifted her legs, pressing his knees toward her large tits. Slipping the head of his cock to her cunt, Norman pushed the tip between her tight warm pussy lips.
On her back, Britney looked at the old man standing between her uplifted legs. She felt his cock touching her… again. She knew what was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
"I didn't come…" she started to protest.
Norman interrupted, saying, "What do you want? Tell me."
Britney bit her lower lip as she stared at the uncaring old man. "I…" she hesitated, feeling the thick head of his cock throbbing between her legs. Her mind, filled with confused thoughts screamed as she opened her mouth, to tell him she wanted to leave.
But her ears heard her voice declare, "fuck me."
"Good slut," Norman groaned, shoving his cock deep into her pussy.
"Noooooooooooo," Britney screamed. The sudden intrusion into her tiny hole had been unexpected. The tight walls of her cunt were warm and wet. Her body betrayed her intentions, contradicted her words of objection.
Though her cunt was tight, nearly as tight as the week before, Norman's cock was welcomed by Britney's slick hole. "Tell me again," he demanded, mercilessly driving his cock into her with total disregard. "Say it… tell me."
Britney's mind was foggy. Her screams turned to moans. As her head dangled near the edge of the bed, she moaned, "I'm a… slut. Fuck me."
Those were the words Roscoe had been waiting to hear. Stepping close, he pointed the head of his long black shaft toward her small face. "Suck me useless whore," he groaned, sliding the shaft into her mouth. A moment later, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, her nose pressing against his balls. She gagged.
Britney's belly tightened with each deep-throat insertion. Her cunt slammed shut around Norman's cock. Her body was theirs to use and enjoy. It didn't matter to either of the men if Britney wanted this to happen. She was there for them, not visa-versa.
Focusing on breathing, Britney hadn't realized her body was about to betray her. Laying under the pounding molestation of Norman's cock, her small cunt was becoming warmer, more aroused. Her tight slick pussy walls which sucked his cock were not in pain, as they'd been the week before. Today, Britney's body was… almost enjoying… being raped.
Suddenly Norman noticed her legs had spread wider, her hips slightly bucking against his cock. "Filthy whore's going to cum," he announced.
Britney's body quivered, her hands squeezed her tits. She'd never experienced such a magically wonderful feeling. Still gagging on Roscoe's cock she tried to moan. She was indeed cumming… pumping her hot liquid onto the disgusting old man's shaft.
"Good whore," Norman encouraged. Feeling her slick juices coat his cock, Norman knew what little Britney needed. As she finished her orgasm, he announced, "Roscoe, let's fuck her."
The two men had enjoyed other young girls in the past.
Pulling his cock from Britney's throat, Roscoe lay on the bed. His glistening cock throbbed as it hung above his stomach. "Climb on, little girl," Roscoe instructed, "Time to be fucked… used like the slut you are."
Norman slipped his thrusting shaft from her still oozing cunt, pointing toward his friend's cock. "Get on, whore."
Still weak from her orgasm, Britney crawled up Roscoe's body.
Grabbing her shoulders, he jerking her body up and over his. "You know where to put my cock. Do it."
Britney positioned her pussy over the black shaft. Cautiously lowering her hips, she felt the thick pole enter her body. "Ohhhhhh," she groaned, his cock larger than Norman's. "I… can't," she moaned.
Roscoe looked into her pleading eyes. "Filthy little girl. You're just fuck-meat to us."
A strange surge of excitement shot through Britney's body. That name – fuck-meat – she'd never been called anything so repulsive, so degrading, so… descriptive.
As Roscoe repeatedly drove his cock into her, she realized that was exactly what she was.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Britney screamed. Focused on Roscoe's cock, she'd forgotten about Norman's. A sudden painful fullness shot through her body. Norman's cock was in her ass. The old man, kneeling behind her, held her hips as his shaft slid into her butt.
Britney's head dropped to Roscoe's chest. The four hands of the men shoved and jerked her body in different directions. Their cocks drove deep into her pussy and ass… sometimes together, sometimes independent.
Minutes passed. Britney was their rag-doll, their… fuck-meat. The pain of their merciless pounding into her small body was – pure bliss.
"Ummmmm, Sluuuuut," Roscoe moaned, driving his cock deep into her young pussy. His shaft jerked inside her, filling her with his thick goo. It'd been a long time since he'd fucked anyone this tight. "Gooooood whore," he groaned, fulfilling his deviant desires.
Britney moaned softly as the two cocks ravaged her nearly innocent body. Moments later, there was a peculiar emptiness. "Ohhhhh," Britney gasped, uncertain what had just happened.
Norman had once again jerked his cock from her tiny asshole, moving quickly to the side of the bed. Grabbing Britney's long hair, he jerked her face toward his cock. "Suck it slut," he commanded, pointing his cock at her head. "Suck your ass, swallow my cum."
Without hesitation, he pushed the head into her mouth, between her lips.
"Ummmmm," Norman groaned. His cock immediately pulsed inside the warm space of Britney's mouth. His cum spilled freely, gushing toward her throat. "Swaaaaallow," he commanded his little victim.
Britney's lips squeezed tight around the head of Norman's cock as it pumped in her mouth. The thick cum slid down her throat. Tasting her own ass as her tongue licked the tip, she knew she should be repulsed. But she wasn't.
Roscoe's cock in her pussy begin shrinking, drawing his cum from her cunt as it did. She tasted Norman's cum – and her ass.
She'd told herself she'd visited this place, today, just to talk. But on her knees, with two old men's cock in her beautiful young body, Britney accepted the truth. She'd come to Norman's home because she was a filthy slut – just a piece of fuck-meat
Britney anxiously entered the phone number. Holding the device to her ear, she heard the man's voice.
"Hello," Norman answered.
"Hi… it's me, Britney," the 19 year old girl stammered. "I was wondering if… I mean wanting… to come over… today, maybe now?" Her soft voice had a quality of hopeful innocence. It'd been three weeks since she'd gone to his home, since the old man and his friend had – made love to her.
During the past month, Britney had convinced herself she hadn't been raped by the 60 year old pervert. Rather, he'd made love to her, the way a compassionate grandfather would. Her mind had twisted her previous two visits into a tender loving relationship.
Britney listed, but there was only silence on her phone.
Norman said nothing, as he contemplated the girl's request. Smiling, he understood what she wanted. He'd already raped her twice, apparently turning her from a sweet child into a cum whore. Now she wanted more.
"No," he gruffly replied. "I'm busy. I'll fuck you later. Be here at 7:00 tonight." His tone was rude and uncaring as he commanded, "Two things before you come over slut. First, finger-fuck yourself. Make yourself cum. Second, wear those white cotton panties – for my friends to see. Understand whore?"
Britney listened to Norman's cold tone, giving her these demented instructions. None of her friends, her parents or anyone ever spoke to her like this.
But something about Norman's tone, his harsh words made her want to be with him. He'd treated her with such compassion. She wanted to lay on his bed and have him care for her in their special way.
Britney glanced toward the clock. It'd be several hours until she could see Norman and his… friends. He'd said "friends." Maybe – she realized – Norman was having a party. With a twinkle in her eyes, she knew he'd just invited her. He obviously cared about her – she told herself.
Britney would need to look her best for her gentlemen. She'd put on make-up and wear her prettiest clothes. And a pair of white cotton panties… for Norman.
Ten minutes later, Britney sat on the toilet seat. Her small fingers slowly fondling her cunt. Just the thought of being with Norman again sent tingling shivers through her body.
Her fingertips slipped between her warm pussy lips drawing the slick liquid to her clit. She remembered how tenderly Norman had treated her. With the love of a grandfather, the old man had passionately taught her how to enjoy her body.
Now he'd asked her to cum – for him – before she visited tonight. She'd do as he'd requested.
Pressing gently on her clit, Britney remembered how sweet Norman had been when he lovingly slipped his cock into her butt. He'd been tender and compassionate as he shown her all the wonderful ways she could please him.
"Ummmmm," Britney moaned quietly. Warm liquid flooded her young pussy as she made herself cum. "Ohhhhh Nooorman," she softly groaned, doing as she'd been instructed. Soon, her cunt would be filled with cum by Norman and his kindhearted friends.
Hours later, Britney applied her mascara and light pink lipstick. She was certain Norman would be pleased. Pulling her long black hair into her two usual ponytails at the back of her head, she hoped his friends would find her silly-style appealing. She knew it made her look younger than 19.
Her white blouse stretched over her large 32-DD breasts. She remembered Norman enjoyed her tits when they were free from her bra.
Perhaps she shouldn't wear a bra. Norman had only mentioned her panties – not her bra. Slipping it off, she noticed her large firm nipples poked against the material. She hoped Norman's friends wouldn't find that too distracting.
Sliding on her panties – the one's her gentleman-friend had requested, Britney pulled up her Plaid skirt. Her slender tanned legs looked nice in this outfit. She wanted to look her best for Norman.
Thirty minutes later, Britney walked to his front door, noticing several cars in his driveway. He is having a party, she thought. Lightly knocking, Britney was surprised to see Norman wearing only his boxers, again. She could hardly believe he'd be dressed like this in front of his friends!
"Hi Slut," he greeted her with an unconcerned hiss.
"I… ah…" she mumbled, seeing four other men standing behind him, each wearing little more than Norman. "Are you having a… party?" she asked, looking around the room. The men, all close to Norman's age, smiled lustfully at her. A tall muscular man leaned against the hallway wall, his hard cock already in his hand.
"Yep," Norman replied. "You're the entertainment."
Roscoe, the broad-shouldered black man who'd raped her three weeks ago, approached. "You're our party treat… our piece of fuck-meat." Seeing her firm nipples pressing against her white blouse, he roughly cupped Britney's young firm tits.
Chuckling, he announced, "The filthy little whore's not even wearing a bra!"
The room was immediately filled with lustful snicker.
"Get those clothes off. On your knees," Norman demanded.
Britney had hoped Norman would tenderly fuck her -- again. She'd never imagined he'd do this to her, with his friends. He'd been so sweet to her the last two times she'd been here. The way she remembered it – he'd made love to her.
Dropping her skirt to the floor, Britney slowly squatted as the men immediately lowered their shorts. The nearly innocent girl's brown eyes glanced at the hard cocks as the men circled her. Norman and Roscoe's cocks hung near her shoulders, two others were behind her. A fifth man's long thick shaft wiggled an inch from her face.
Britney looked at Norman, who stood on her right side.
"What are you waiting for bitch?" he asked with a ruthless tone. "I told my friends they can use you any way they wanted. So start sucking!"
Norman jerked Britney's hands to his and Roscoe's cocks. Their warm flesh pressed against her fingers. Behind her, a man slapped his cock on her shoulder as he mumbled obscenities about her small body.
The white cock throbbing in front of her face touched her lips. "You heard Norman," the stranger said, "Open your mouth. Suck me."
Britney's lips parted allowing the thick shaft to slide over her tongue. She tasted his oozing precum. On her knees with a cocks in both hands and in her mouth – she passionately squeezed Norman's shaft.
"Ummmmmph," Britney gagged. The man's hands rapidly pulled her face toward his pubic hair. The cock's head rammed into her small throat. She heard laughter from the men who surrounded her.
Britney's eyes watered as the first, then second and third cocks entered her throat. Her mascara ran down her soft cheeks, leaving long jagged black streaks. Her lipstick smeared as the cocks brutally used her mouth.
She'd tried to look beautiful for Norman, but now she feared he wouldn't find her attractive.
On her knees, Britney's mouth moved from one cock to the next. Each pushing harder, deeper into her throat. She gasped for air, feeling her tears drip from her chin. She'd tried to make the men happy – make Norman proud of her – but she hadn't made any of them cum.
"Let's fuck her," Roscoe groaned, lifted Britney's slender 5'2" body to her feet. Saliva and throat juices spilled from her mouth.
"You look like a little whore," one of the men chuckled. "A little white cotton panty whore." With an evil grin, he continued, "I like little panty whores."
Norman ruthlessly grabbed Britney's hand, pulling her toward his couch. "Your cunt better be wet," he coldheartedly hissed. "Because we're all going to rape you now."
Britney felt hands on her hips, jerking her panties to the floor. Seconds later she'd been unceremoniously shoved onto Norman's sofa. On her knees with her elbows on the couch back, she glanced at the stranger's face who knelt behind her.
"I heard your cunt is tight," he growled, pushing the head of his cock into her young pussy. "I'm going to open it up." Savagely he shoved his 7" cock balls-deep into Britney's small hole.
"Ohhhhhhh," she screamed, her face covered with shock and pain.
The room was immediately filled with lustful laughter from the other four men watching.
A second man stood in front of her, forcing his cock between her tiny lips. His shaft slid into her throat as his hands jerked her face toward him.
Britney realized she was going to be used by each of the men as they took turns, simultaneously molesting her. They'd fuck her, then move their cock from her cunt to her mouth. Each man fed her juice from her young pussy.
She'd been kneeling on Norman's couch for thirty minutes. Her cunt had been repeated enjoyed by four cocks. Two of which had finally pumped their cum into her mouth.
Licking her lips, gathering the warm spilled fluid, Britney glanced over her shoulder seeing Norman kneel behind her. It was finally his turn. She smiled, knowing he'd be compassionate, knowing he loved her.
Giving the old man a sweet smile, she hoped he still thought she was beautiful.
Brutally shoving his cock into her pussy, Norman looked at her demoralized face. Coated with saliva which had drizzled from the cocks fucking her throat and long black mascara streaks from having been gagged by those cocks, Britney's face sent waves of inhuman lust through his loins.
Norman coldly stared at Britney, asking with a ruthless tone, "What are you?"
The girl knew the answer he wanted. "I'm your slut, Norman," she replied with the innocent love of a granddaughter.
Driving his cock mercilessly into Britney's cunt, Norman coldly announced, "You heard the whore. Let's send her home with a belly full of cum." Brutalizing her tender body, Norman demonstrated his malevolent nature as he raped her -- again.
Roscoe watched Norman and another friend simultaneous fuck Britney's cunt and throat. His hand slid over his long black cock as he waited his turn in her tiny white mouth.
A fiendish grin crossed Norman's face as he pulled his 6" cock from the girl's cunt. Pressed the tip against her tiny puckered asshole, he forced the shaft deep with a single ruthless thrust.
Britney's eyes slammed shut as she tried to scream. But the other man's cock was too deep in her throat. A small gagging squeak was the only sound she could make.
For the next several minutes, Norman and his friend molested the girl's 19 year old body.
Finally the man moaned, "Driiink it, sluuuut." Driving his cock deep, he spilled his cum, gagging her while she attempted to swallow.
Britney's choking caused her tiny ass muscles to squeeze Norman's cock. "Little whore likes my cock in her ass," Norman cruelly announced. "Gooooood slut."
When the limp cock slid from Britney's lips, she screamed. Her sweet voice filled the room with erotic sounds.
Stepping to Britney's gasping face, Roscoe grabbed her ponytails, jerking her head toward his oozing cock.
Still swallowing the previous man's load, she gasped for air watching the approaching cock. Not wanting to disappoint Norman, Britney's lips tightened around his friend's black shaft.
Roscoe fucked Britney's mouth. Her small nose pressed into his pubic hair with each deep thrust. "Filthy fuck-meat," he groaned, enjoying her tongue as it slid under his bulging shaft. "Make me cum, whore!"
A minute later, "Ummmmmm," Roscoe growled as he filled her small mouth with the thick fluid. "Filthy fucking whore."
Norman smiled at his friend's enthusiasm. He'd wait until Roscoe's shrinking shaft pulled from Britney's mouth. Jerking her small body off the couch, Norman demanded, "Sit there, Slut."
On the floor, in front of the couch, Britney moved to the place Norman had tenderly requested. Her head rested on the edge of the couch cushion.
Lowering his cock to her mouth, he forced his ass-covered shaft between her lips. "Suck it," he screamed. Leaning over her head, he shoved his cock down the young girl's throat.
He'd seen how Britney had been looking at him all night. He wanted no part of it.
Callously filling her tiny throat with his shaft, Norman would show the small teen why she was here tonight. His balls slapped her chin.
"Disgusting biiiiitch," Norman moaned, his cock pumping cum down her throat. He knew she was choking, gagging as she tried to swallow. But he didn't care. She was just a 19 year old cum dumpster for him.
Two minutes later, Norman and his friends stood naked in front of her. Their soft cocks had each filled her tummy with cum. They looked at Britney, the sweet child gasping on the floor. Her small body quivered as her smeared face attempt a tender smile.
"Get your ass on my bed, slut" Norman said sadistically. "You asked to come over here tonight. Now we're going to rape you."
Britney lovingly nodded at Norman. He was such a caring man.