Chapter 2
Of course, not every young girl feels the same way about me. But I have never found rape unrewarding. One day I had been down to a country town and was driving back in the afternoon. About a mile from a village, off the main road I overtook a girl of about eleven. It was raining hard and she had only a cotton dress on, and was really wet. I liked the look of her and pulled up. She hopped into the van beside me only too gladly and we drove on. She was going to the next village, her name was Susan and she was nearly twelve. She talked incessantly and I didn't really take much notice. But glancing at her frequently I found her extremely attractive. Her legs were bare and wet, and perfectly shaped. Her tits were filling out nicely. I swung the van into a side lane, went about half a mile along it then turned into a well hedged track. I stopped the van and turned to have a look at her.
"Your dress is saturated," I declared, "You'd better take it off. I'll help you."
She went pale and silent as I put my hand down to her knees. I drew her dress along her thighs, admiring their swelling, sensuous loveliness, eager to see her panties. "No," she exclaimed. "You mustn't do that, it's wicked. I want to go home."
"I had started to caress the inside of her thighs, and I ignored her objections and continued feeling up her legs till I touched the thin material of her panties. They were excitingly flimsy, and also soaking wet.
"My dear Susan, your clothes are soaking wet. I'll have to completely undress you come into the back."
Without warning I let the back of her seat down and with a sudden haul I dragged her into the back of the van. She struggled wildly in defense of her honor. But Susan made a big mistake. She thought that removing her dress must be my big objective, so she concentrated her defense on that. I soon noticed that she was most strenuous when I was pulling at her dress, but I didn't care if I did get her dress off, so long as I did get her panties off.
She was very free with her nails and I got a couple of unwanted scratches. I didn't want to waste my time just struggling with her all the afternoon so I decided on a big feint. I made it plain I was making an all out effort to get her wet dress off, pulling it up from just above the waist. She threw all her energy into resisting. Suddenly I let her go and moved back a bit from her. She clutched the sodden garment tightly to her and breathed heavily as she relaxed on the floor. I made a quick movement towards her middle, she used both hands to hold her dress to her belly, and I was pulling her panties swiftly down her bare legs to her kicking feet.
I had the all important garment off her and I tossed it to the front of the van. She realized only slowly that she had calculated wrongly. She still thought that she had to hold fast to her dress. I took no notice and just pawed at her, stroking her hair and running my hands down her sides to her hips. I actually found it simple to run my hand up her thighs, straight to her unprotected pussy. She had a very fine downy bush below her belly and below that was her narrow cleft. She wriggled and hit at me, but I was content now that I could run my hand to and fro between her thighs. I rubbed her moist slit, keeping on and on at it, feeling it very slowly softening up, until I was able to touch the tiny knob of her clitoris. She still struggled as I concentrated on the stimulating point, but the pussy itch was getting through to her. I knew by the way her legs moved. Her fighting eased right off and she became passive, except in her cunt, where the tickle got more intense all the time. The poor little girl was falling victim to her own naughty desires. I was quite freely rubbing her twat up now. She lay absolutely still on her back, her legs sprawled open, her dress up round her waist.
"You've got a very pretty cunt, Susan," I said. "Am I making it nice and ticklish for you? The way you do it to yourself in bed?"
She blushed at the mention of her secret vice.
"I've got something nice as well. My cock isn't like the ones you've seen in school. Look it's lovely and big, just like your daddy's."
I pulled my prick out and held it so she could see it, long and thick and hard. She caught her breath and blushed again.
"I'm going to fuck you, now, Susan darling. You know about fucking, don't you. My big cock slides into your sweet cunt, right inside. And then my cock squirts lots of warm juice into you, and you'll get a lovely feeling."
As I spoke I began to crawl on to her, between her legs. She realized that I was about to do the 'wicked thing' to her, and resumed her struggles. But the situation was now changed. She pushed at me and squirmed away from me, but her body didn't really want to escape, now that it had been given a taste of something very sweet. Her limbs were only half in revolt, and I easily mounted her, and prepared to charge. I felt her flat tummy and strong thighs, then held the moist tender lips of her cunt open while my monstrous cock approached her expectant twat. She shivered when my big dick-head touched her cunny, then gasped to feel it forcing its way into her slit. I was very eager with her and didn't frig her as gently as I might have done. I had quite a yen for her and gave her my cock rather brutally. With my knob safely in the entrance of her narrow cunthole, I just gave a powerful thrust at her, driving hard from my hips, slumping my belly down on hers. The dear child was a virgin, and I felt the strong resistance of her cherry to my penis, but I was thrusting too strongly, so I kept going and ripped into her with one violent motion. Her maidenhead was not thick and it tore apart and let me through. Susan squealed with the unexpected pain, and she jerked away from me, but quite uselessly. Her lovely eyes filled with tears and she cried freely. She couldn't know that her tears and sobs only added to my enjoyment of her.
Her cunt was very tight, naturally, and my cock was in a vise-like grip. But I managed to get it up her and I think she almost fainted when I finally lodged my whole shaft inside her. But when she recovered she began to fight me ferociously. Her fury seemed to have been revived by my piercing of her maidenhead. She hit at my back, clawed at my face, and struggled like mad beneath me. I checked her arms as best I could and concentrated on keeping my prick stuffed inside her twat. Then drawing myself up, I raised my hand and gave her a clout on the side of her face that must have very nearly knocked her senseless. Certainly she went very quiet.
"I've had enough of your messing about, my girl." I told her harshly. "All I want from you is a good fuck. I've taken your virginity and now I'm going to fill you with the hot load of sperm from my balls. And you can just lie there, perfectly still while I have my fuck! If your daddy was a proper man he'd have done this to you long ago, but now I'm doing it instead. Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight. I'll tell you when I'm going to shoot my wad."
She was scared stiff after that one good clout and uttered not a word. Instead, she did as I ordered and her shapely young legs were crossed behind me.
I gave her a grueling fuck, treating her more like an addicted nymphomaniac than a little girl having her first fuck. She took it very well. My cock, as hard and thick as ever, thrust up and down her tight cunt like a piston. It was marvelous, having such a gripping cunt which whipped my foreskin to and fro as I worked at her. I was excited as hell, panting and gasping, and feverishly stroking her head. Her thighs were delicious as they held me tightly, and her delightful, lush body fired my imagination.
"I'm going to come, Susan," I choked out. "My hot spunk is going to spurt inside your cunt, your lovely little virgin cunt."
I shot at once. My cock was inserted right up to the hilt in her bruised and battered cunt, and at the very limit of its penetration it ejaculated. My proud prick kicked violently again and again, with every jerk sending a generous spurt of sperm deep into Susan's twitching cunt.
The girl was overawed at the violence of my finish. She certainly felt my fluid shooting into her, and my cock must have felt enormous in her cunt as it jumped and throbbed in its frantic ejaculation. We lay in the van for the rest of the afternoon. The second time I fucked her I was more gentle and she was easier. This time she came, just before I did. She also told me how nice she thought fucking was. I enjoyed her cute body and couldn't keep my hands off it. Our third fuck was a really good one. I made her shout beautiful "forbidden words" as she came in perfect unison with me. When I dropped her near her village she was a very different girl. We had one final embrace which included her sucking my prick, while I pushed a fountain pen up her cunt.
So life goes on, fucking in bed with my mature and demanding wife, and in the bushes with cute little girls. Little girls like ten year old Valerie, who one day caught her mother and me fucking in the living room of her house. Her mother was petrified, but before her very eyes I showed Valerie my prick and got her to fondle it. Then I pulled the girl's panties down and compared her hairless cunt with her mother's deep gash. After that it was easy to fuck her. Now I often screw little Valerie after I have fucked her mother. And her mother helps me to fondle the girl and plays with my balls when I'm fucking her daughter. I must say there's nothing so exciting as little girls. In my experience their twats are always big enough.