Michael pressed Charlie against the floor, his sheer weight enough to keep her down. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks crimsoning as he bent over and literally ripped her sweatshirt in the place her boobs were supposed to be. Charlie felt paralyzed, absolutely horrified as her bare chest was exposed to the teenage boy she previously considered a friend.
"What are you doing, Michael! " She screeched. "Get off of me, get off of me right now! I swear to god, you better-"
Michael silenced her by shoving a hand against her mouth, keeping his eyes tightly focused on her boobs. He'd seen them before, but never like this. The girl usually wore sports bras that kept them flat and hidden under shirts and jackets. Now that they were completely bare to him, Michael couldn't help but gawk.
They were so small, barely there at all. They were tanned like the rest of her skin and Michael's cock was achingly hard as it pressed against her belly. It was the most beautiful pair of tits he'd ever seen. He knew they would fit perfectly in his hand and he was desperate to test that theory out.
"Fuck..." He grunted.
Charlie thrashed harder. Quickly, Michael removed his hand. Even if the teenage girl wanted to use this opportunity to scream, she couldn't, as she was suddenly slapped across the face. It stung and her eyes watered up.
"Please, Michael..." she whimpered.
The boy shook his head, his lips twisted into a grimace. Michael lowered his hands, directing it to the girl's chest. Charlie cried as the boy cupped her left boob, squeezing it firmly. She was too afraid to make eye contact with him. Michael groaned at how soft it felt in his hand. He had a hard time holding himself back. In fact, he had been trying for way too long. Being left alone in the house with her was just the perfect opportunity.
Michael squeezed her tit even harder, feeling the nipple stiffen under his touch. Charlie groaned in discomfort. She could feel the boy's erection pressing against her tummy and it was making her nauseous. Michael started fondling her small breasts, rubbing her nipples in between his fingers.
"Mmm..." Michael groaned.
He brought his head down, burying his face in between the two small mounds. Charlie tried pushing him off, but Michael was simply too heavy. She could feel the boy's tongue running against her chest and she could hear his labored breaths. Charlie felt disgusting, violated, and scared.
"Michael, please don't do this!" She sobbed.
But the boy didn't listen. He took his mouth off her breasts and looked down at her face, his blue eyes meeting her teary brown ones.
"I'm going to fuck you, Charlie. You deserve this...you're a fucking tease. And I've always hated your guts, so why the hell not? It's a win-win, right? You finally get a good fuck and I teach you a lesson." He hissed.
Michael grabbed both of her wrists and pushed them over her head. Charlie was trembling and crying. The boy reached for her shorts, pulling them down. He took a moment to admire the white panties. He could see the dark patch right where her pussy was and the sight of it had him drooling.
"Oh, fuck, is this for me?" Michael laughed. "Guess you're just a slut. I bet you like this. I bet you want it as much as I do...you fucking bitch."
Charlie didn't understand how the situation went from zero to a hundred so quickly. All she knew was that the boy who she thought was her friend was currently pulling her underwear down and she was too afraid to scream. She had never seen his eyes look so cold and lifeless before. It was as if he had a switch inside him that could turn him into a totally different person.
Michael pushed her legs open, the girl's face flushed bright red as she felt the cool air brush against her exposed private parts. He stared down at her pussy, biting his bottom lip. He reached a hand down, his thumb pressing against her clit. He rubbed it a few times, earning a loud cry from the girl.
"No, stop it!"
The boy ignored her protests and instead brought two of his fingers to the small slit, parting her pussy lips. He inserted his index finger first, then the middle one. It was too much, Charlie had never put anything down there before! She could feel him thrusting his fingers in and out and her thighs began to tremble. Michael could feel her tightness, he could imagine how nice it would feel around his cock. He could see the discomfort on her face and the sight of it had him smirking.
"You like that, huh?"
Michael pumped his fingers a little harder, Charlie could feel him scraping the inside of her walls. The more she struggled, the tighter he gripped her wrists, keeping her down. After a few more pumps, Michael pulled his fingers out and Charlie let out a deep sigh. She thought the boy had finally come to his senses and decided to stop, but the boy was far from done.
"Please..." she begged, "You've had your fun, just let me go!"
"I'm not finished with you yet." Michael said, "You're gonna take every inch of my cock, you hear me?"
Charlie shook her head. Her eyes were glued to the bulge in his jeans.
"I can't." She cried, "It won't fit. Please don't make me do it."
"I don't give a shit." He snarled back.
The boy unbuckled his pants. Charlie watched in horror as the boy took out his dick. It was rock-hard and twitching, the tip was already wet with pre-cum.
"Oh my god, no." Charlie pleaded, "You're so big, Michael. I can't take it. It's too much. It's gonna hurt so bad. Please, please just think about this."
Michael positioned his cock between her legs, his tip brushing against her pussy. He could feel her heat and he was desperate to push in.
"Beg me, you fucking bitch. Beg for my cock. You know you want it." He sneered.
"No." Charlie replied, her voice barely a whisper.
"You fucking whore." Michael muttered.
Without warning, the boy thrust his cock in all the way, burying himself deep inside of her. Charlie screamed. Michael grunted. His cock was fully inside her tight, wet pussy. She was so small and fragile. He was surprised he even fit. He could feel her inner walls tightening around his cock, almost as if it was trying to push him out. Fuck, it was amazing. It was a feeling he'd never forget. Charlie could feel a burning sensation spreading through her entire body. She could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, and she cried harder.
Fingers grazed against her clit. She tried to ignore the tingling sensation in her pussy. Charlie was disgusted with herself. Michael began thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. He was breathing heavily, his lips twisted into a grin as he looked down at the girl's pained expression. He began to press his fingers against her, intent of humiliating her as much as he could.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good." Michael hissed, "You're such a filthy fucking whore. Taking my cock so well. This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"
Charlie whimpered. She was so wet that those fingers were easily making circles in her clit, causing small jolts of pleasure to run up her spine. Michael began pumping harder, slamming his hips into hers. Charlie could feel something building inside her. Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably and her breaths were becoming more erratic.
"No, no, no!" She yelled.
Michael didn't stop, he kept pumping into her pussy, his fingers working magic on her sensitive unattended-to little clit. He knew the girl was close to coming and he wanted that badly.
"Come for me, you fucking slut. You know you want to." He grunted.
The girl bit her lip, her entire body quivering. It was too much, she couldn't hold it any longer. She began to climax. Her body went limp, her mind went blank, and her pussy clamped down on his cock. She let out a loud groan, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Michael moaned as the girl orgasmed around his dick.
Yet, he continued to circle her clit, overwhelming the girl. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. She was in a state of bliss, but still craving more. Her pussy was pulsing around his cock and the boy couldn't help but thrust harder, chasing his own release. He was slamming so hard against her that the entire sofa was shaking. Michael groaned, his thrusts were becoming faster, harder. He could feel her pussy walls fluttering around him. He knew she was about to come again.
"F-fuck!" Michael grunted.
He was so close.
"Ahh!" Charlie cried.
She came again, her back arching and her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
"Fuck yes!"
The boy's grip on her wrists tightened as he fucked her senseless, his thrusts were sloppy and frantic.
"Ugh!" He moaned, his dick twitched inside her. "Yeah, get fucking pregnant, you whore!"
Charlie's eyes widened. No, no, he wouldn't… He couldn't do that to her! She started to thrash around.
"Michael! Michael, please, no! Pull out, pull out, please!"
But the boy didn't listen. He was too focused on the sensation of her warm, wet pussy. He could feel her inner walls contracting around his cock and he loved it. The way her body reacted to his. Michael groaned. He gave her pussy one final thrust, his cock exploding deep inside of her, filling her with his thick, hot cum. Charlie's breath hitched. She could feel him pouring inside of her, and she shuddered.
"Get the fuck out of me!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Michael pulled out, his dick completely covered in his own cum and her juices. He kept watching to admire his work, the cum oozing out of her abused hole. The boy slapped her pussy, earning a yelp from the girl. He pulled his pants back up and zipped himself. Charlie didn't move, she just laid there, her eyes wide and her heart beating fast.
"Don't fucking tell anyone about this, you understand? If you do, I'll make your life a living hell. Don't think I won't, you fucking bitch. You better keep quiet, you know no one will believe you anyway." He spat, standing up from the sofa.
Charlie didn't reply, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
She was terrified and embarrassed. Michael walked away, leaving her naked on the couch. She heard his footsteps get progressively quieter. Charlie began to sob.
She felt dirty and violated. She felt so helpless, used.
His cum was inside her. What if she did get pregnant? What… What would be of her then?
What would be of her?