Chapter 2
(Mf, humil, reluc, mast, oral, rough)
by Little Bree
Not wanting to go down to the bay with her family, Allie feigns ill and stays behind at the cabin, to sunbathe in her new skimpy bikini and read a good book. To her dismay, she has unexpected company...
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When Allie's dad tried to drag her back down the beach the next day, she wouldn't budge. The thought of going back made her skin crawl. She told him she didn't feel well, and when he pressed, she just said it was "girl stuff." That always did the trick.
With her dad, Uncle Neil and her stupid brothers away, she finally had the cabin to herself. After a quick shower in the gross outdoor stall, she changed into her bikini, the super skimpy yellow one she wouldn't dare wear to the beach, and settled with her book onto the big lounge chair on the porch.� Solitude at last!
The cabin was perched high on a hill an hour's walk from the shore, so the view from the wraparound porch extended for miles. As much as Allie hated the cabin and the entire stupid state of Maine, right then it felt perfect. The warm summer sun felt good on her skin, and the sound of the distant waves nearly lulled her to sleep. For a few minutes, she closed her eyes and almost forgot about everything that happened the day before.
Almost.
It was impossible to forget that sort of thing for long. She'd tossed and turned all night thinking about it. It was still so hard to even admit it to herself: she'd jerked off and blown an disgusting old man in a dirty beach shower. And she'd cum, too, while she let him put his filthy pervert hands all over her! What kind of girl does things like that?! A slut, obviously, but not even a run-of-the-mill slut; she was a super gross pathetic slut! Girls like her belonged in some sort of institution.
"Well, I didn't expect to see your pretty little ass again."
Allie shot up in the lounge chair. She knew the voice before she opened her eyes. It was the old man from the shower, standing right there on Uncle Neil's porch.
"You!" she shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?! Did you follow me?"� She desperately wanted to cover her overexposed flesh, but without a towel in sight, she had to make do crossing her arms across her chest.
The old man laughed. "Relax," he said. "I'm as surprised as you are. Neil never told me he had such a sexy little tart coming to visit."
"You know Uncle Neil?" she asked, terrified at the thought of it. "Of course," he said. "We're neighbors. I own the cabin next door." The other cabin was two hundred yards over, mostly hidden in the trees, but undeniably there.
"Neil's not home," she said, curtly. "And I think you should leave."
He smirked. "Should I?" He stepped closer. "But you're all dressed up in that slutty little number for me. Don't you want the company?"
"I don't want anything to do with you," she snapped. "Leave me alone!"
Undeterred, he took a seat at the foot of her chair, forcing her to pull her feet up to keep from touching him.
"What's your name, anyway, sweetheart?� I'm Paul."
"Allie," she said. "Not that it's any of your business."
"Allie," he said, "I'm 73 years old. I've known all sort of girls in my life. No two women are exactly alike, I'm sure of that, but I ain't never met a girl who'd do the things you did and not want more."
"Well, you have now," she said peevishly. "I think you're disgusting and I wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole!"
He chuckled. "I'm sure," he said. "I bet you haven't stopped thinking about me since it happened. You probably dreamt about it and woke up touching yourself."
Allie refused to respond. She just sat fuming as her face flushed red. It was too much to hope that he didn't notice.
"Yeah," he continued, "I bet if I slipped my hand up inside that tiny little bikini... just like this..." he put his hand on her thigh and slowly moved it upward, until his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her bikini bottom and probed against her pussy lips.
His touch seemed to paralyze her in place. "Stop!" she protested, her voice barely a whisper.
He ignored her and pushed his fingers into the wet recesses of her teenage vagina. "I knew it," he said, "soaking wet!"
Allie blushed. How could her body be reacting like... like she was enjoying this?!
Without waiting for permission, Paul slid the bikini bottom down Allie's smooth, skinny legs and tossed it aside. For a moment then, he paused to stare at her naked, smooth waxed cunt.
His cock was already tenting out in his shorts. Allie couldn't ignore it. She wondered if he'd just whip it out and shove himself inside of her. He'd said yesterday that he would have if she hadn't made him cum. Would he even wait this time?
Instead, as she sat unmoving and prone, he shoved his hand back between her legs. He pushed a finger into her, then twisted his wrist around so that his thumb pressed against her clit.� It wasn't the first time a guy had fingered her, it wasn't even the first time this particular old man had fingered her, but the sensation was different. She knew she should hate it,� he was practically raping her with his hands, but every touch excited her more. It just felt too good!
"Oh, yeah," he grunted with lecherous grin. "You like that, don't you, slut?"
If she'd tried to speak, he'd have heard how breathless she was. She might even moan out loud. So she stared up at the sky and tried to ignore him.
He didn't let up. His pace quickened, and he shoved a second finger into her twat. Allie, driven by some manner of slut reflex, couldn't help but part her legs wider as he expertly toyed with her body. Surely now he noticed her heavy breathing, but she steeled herself to keep from making a peep.
"Come on," he taunted. "Moan like a little whore for me. I can feel it. We both know you're loving this!"
She bit her bottom lip and winced. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she was undeniably putty in his hands. Every subtle movement gave her another thrill. It was intoxicating!
With his free hand, Paul jerked her head forward so that she had to look at him. His face was plastered with a big dopey grin, a grin that made it all too clear he knew he was winning.
"Come on, girl," he mocked. "Cum for me!"
"Fuck... you..." she managed breathlessly.� Her heart was pounding and her limbs were quivering like Jell-O.
"You will soon enough," he sneered.
At last, that was what broke her resolve. First she let go a whimper, then a yelp, and before long she was shamelessly moaning out loud.
Paul quickened his pace. She was already seeing stars when, out of nowhere she felt a finger slip into... well, her other hole. What was he doing?� But before she could ask or protest, she felt her loins convulsing and she was cumming, cumming hard.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Oh, my God yes!!!"� She didn't even think about who might hear.� It was humiliating, writhing around and screaming like that, but she couldn't help herself.
"That's a bitch," he taunted. "Cum for me!"
"Oh, my God," she whimpered. "I AM!"
Her hips bucked and she ground herself against Paul's eager hand. Mere moments since she'd begged him to stop, she was craving more.
"Oh, my," he laughed. "You really are a huge slut!"
Breathless and ashamed, she couldn't even deny it. When his fingers finally slipped out of her sopping wet hole, she felt empty in more ways than one.
For a moment, they both sat in silence. Allie closed her eyes again, and as the blinding lust subsided, wished herself away. Paul seemed too happy right there, staring brazenly at the mostly naked teenager.
Allie broke the silence first. "You should go," she said. "Someone might see."
He shrugged. "So what? I'm sort of proud."
Allie rolled her eyes. "Pig," she said. "You'll get in trouble. I'll tell them what you did."
He seemed unfazed. "Go for it," he said. "At my age, I'll get probation. At worst. You'll have to admit you blew an old man. Twice."
"You're an asshole," she cursed. "And I only blew you once, anyway."
"That's right," he said. "You owe me still!"
Before she knew what was happening, Paul grabbed her hair at the base of her ponytail, and jerked her flailing onto the wooden deck. She screamed as it felt like he was ripping her hair from her scalp all at once.
In the whirr of pain and falling, she didn't see Paul lower his shorts, but cowering there at his feet, still reeling from the attack, she found herself staring at the end of his big throbbing dick.
"Suck it," he ordered, bobbing his cock head against her lips.
"No way," she snapped. "Never again!"
"We'll see about that," he snarled.
He shoved her hard, and she fell flat on her back.� Then, with surprising quickness, he straddled her chest, so that his cock rested on her face. "Last chance to play nice," he said.
She could feel his wrinkled ball sack on her chin, and his old-man smells, a mix of sweat and mothballs, seemingly amplified by the proximity of his crotch to her nose, was overwhelming. Had she really put that disgusting thing in her mouth? Ewww.
Allie couldn't believe how easily he'd pinned her down, or how effortlessly he kept her in place despite her struggles. She snapped defiantly at him, "Go to hell!"� But, she couldn't shake him off.
Then, just like that, her mouth was full. He didn't bother with too-cool insults or angry threats. He just lifted his hips and plunged his mammoth cock deep into her throat.
The sheer volume of man meat in her mouth would've been terrifying enough, Paul's dick was huge!� But, he wasn't content to just make her suck it. He'd positioned her, so that he could rise up on his hands and knees to thrust himself in and out of her mouth, just like he would a pussy. He was literally fucking her face, missionary style, and forcing himself deeper into her throat with every powerful thrust.
She wanted to scream, to cry for help, but she couldn't. The only sound that escaped from her tightly plugged mouth was muffled wailing as he relentlessly pounded away.
"Do you like that, bitch?" he taunted. "Do you like that old man cock? Don't you wish you'd just sucked it now?"
'Of course' is what she would have said, if her mouth wasn't plugged full of his cock. Instead she kept moaning helplessly as he raped her face.
With his body positioned over her mouth and chest, Allie's naked lower half was exposed to the world. She thought about someone who might be watching this unfold; they could see every inch of her! She scolded herself for thinking of that at all, then scolded herself again for being turned on by the thought of it!
Even as she struggled to breathe, the thought of being so nonchalantly manhandled and exposed like this was incredibly hot. Her pussy was sopping wet, and she hoped through her protesting-whimpers that he'd finally finish with her mouth and just fuck her like she needed to be fucked!
Without stopping to consider what she was doing, Allie let her hand stray down to her pussy. It didn't matter that she was being abused by a gross old man, it was turning her on and her body was aching for relief. As he continued to ride her mouth, she matched his rhythm with her fingers against her clit.
His pace quickened. His rod was so big in her mouth, that she felt every quiver, and it was quivering hard. He was going to cum!� Her fingers moved faster between her legs as she raced to catch up. Even battered and out of breath she was on the edge of the day's second orgasm!
When he abruptly jerked himself out of her mouth, Allie's heart actually sank. She wasn't ready for him to stop! But as he hovered over her jerking his erection in her face, she knew what was coming; he wanted to do it in her face again!� It was such a filthy, whorish thing to want, but the realization that it was coming brought her over the top. She writhed with bucking hips and quivering limbs on the deck floor as she came. Once again she� had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.
Then he unloaded, in her face, in her mouth on her bikini top, between her breasts, in her hair. It was everywhere! Allie thought again about the person who might be watching this, and couldn't help but smile.
Paul, so powerful and dominant a moment ago, looked winded now. He stood very still as the last drops left his body, and Allie wondered if he'd had a heart attack.
Finally though, he collapsed back onto the lounge chair and smiled. "You look so much prettier all covered in cum like that," he said. "Thanks for the suck."
Allie couldn't even look at him. What the hell was wrong with her? She felt possessed. What he did to her was vile and cruel, but she'd not only let him, she orgasmed while he did it! How could she let herself be manipulated like that?!
"Say 'you're welcome', kid. Don't you have any manners?"
She scowled. "You're not welcome," she shot back. "You practically raped me." It was hard to say if she was madder at him or herself, but she was mad.
Paul laughed again, the same condescending laugh as before. "Right," he said. "If you didn't want it, you would've bitten my cock off, honey. And you wouldn't have cum like that. Don't think I didn't notice. You enjoyed it as much as I did."
Allie sat fuming red with her teeth gritted. She didn't respond. Before she could collect herself to tell him off properly, they both heard a car pulling into the driveway on the opposite side of the cabin.
"Guess you better get some fucking clothes on, eh?" he said.
Before he even spoke though, Allie was half way up the stairs to the attic loft that served as her room for the trip. She would've killed for a shower, there was cum all over her still, but there was no way to get to the outdoor shower without passing her family. She settled for wiping herself mostly clean with a towel and slipping into a concealing, but way-too-hot sweat suit. She'd shower later.
After several minutes checking her hair for semen splatter with a makeup mirror, she reluctantly ventured downstairs. Her brothers were collapsed on the couches with Gameboys, exhausted it looked like, while her uncle and dad were on the porch with Paul. She'd hoped he'd have left by now.
If her father hadn't called her out to say hello, she would've stayed on the couches.
"And this is my daughter, Allie," he said. "She's 15, not feeling great today."
Allie smiled politely and shook Paul's hand. She felt herself blushing, but hoped Neil and Dad didn't notice. Paul clearly did, and he smirked.
"Pleased to meet you, Allie," Paul said. "I hope we'll get to see lots of you while you're up here."
She stared angry daggers back at him, but he pretended not to notice. "Paul's invited us over to grill some lobster's tonight," her dad said. "I told him you'd be thrilled to have dinner in air conditioning for a change!"
The three men laughed like that was funny, and Allie laughed for show. "Sounds fun," she said weakly. What else could she do?
"Great!" said Paul. "See you all at seven then."
Then he looked at Allie, not too overtly and smiled. "I'm a great cook," he said, "so come hungry and you'll be sure to get stuffed."
Allie's stomach sank. That was exactly what she was worried about!
THE END of CHAPTER 2
In Chapter 3, Paul invites everyone, including a mortified Allie, next door to his house for a lobster bake...
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