Chapter 3
(Mf, molest, reluc, humil)
by Little Bree
To Allie's consternation. everyone has been invited to Paul's for a lobster bake, an invitation that causes her great apprehension...
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Paul was on his front deck grilling when they arrived. Dressed in a silly oversized apron and cargo shorts pulled up too high, he couldn't have looked more grandfatherly and sweet.
'Fraud!' thought Allie.
She saw the discreet grin he shot in her direction as he checked out her outfit, a much too revealing strapless sundress that'd she worn on the plane, and it was anything but sweet! She hadn't wanted to wear the stupid dress, but her dad had insisted she put on "real clothes" and she hadn't packed anything else.
"Come on in, folks," he hollered warmly. "I was just getting started up. There's beer and soda in the cooler there, just help yourselves."
"Everything smells good," said Neil as he helped himself to a beer. "What're you cooking up there?"
Paul beamed like a proud papa. "Well, sir, I've got some pristine fresh Maine Lobsters, pulled 'em out of the traps myself this morning. Then I got some shrimp kabobs here. Oh, and I almost plain forgot, I've got a big long sausage to feed to Miss Allie!"
He wasn't being subtle, but her dad and Neil didn't notice.
"That's a lot of sausage for Allie," her dad said. "She eats like a bird most of the time."
Paul laughed. "Well, you never know. I'm always surprised how much sausage skinny little girls like her can handle!"
Allie wanted to groan out loud. Did he have to be so gross?
Eager to avoid any more conversation, Allie sank back and followed her brothers into the air conditioning. The boys had already staked out the couches where they sat silently pounding away at their video games. That was fine. Allie didn't want to talk either.
Instead, she peaked around Paul's cabin. The place was huge! Nice, too. It almost seemed wrong to call it a cabin. Her Uncle Neil's piece-of-shit wooden box was a cabin; this place was nice by house-standards. It stretched up three stories that Allie could see, with a big open atrium in the center. The windows were big and bright, and they had a bar and pool table on the main floor.� If Davy Crocket built a mansion, this is what it would look like.
"Not bad, eh?"
Allie turned to find a pretty woman, maybe 30 or 35, coming down the stair case to her right. She recognized her as the woman from the beach, Paul's daughter.
"Yeah," said Allie, trying not to sound so awkward. "It's gorgeous."
"Dad built it himself. I think it was just a tiny shotgun shack when he started, but he just keeps adding on." The woman shook her head, baffled by her father's commitment. "I'm Karen, by the way. Paul's daughter. You must be Allie?"
"Um, yes. That's me."� She reminded herself to be less awkward.
"Dad's told me all about you," said Karen.
Allie froze. "He has?"
"Well, not a lot," she said. "Just that you don't like lobster."
Allie exhaled. Of course. She hadn't really expected him to tell his freakin' daughter about the other stuff. No reason to panic.
"I'm just allergic," Allie explained. "To the lobster."
"Which just means more for the rest of us," boomed Paul as he wandered in behind them.� He was only passing by en route to the 'fridge, he didn't even stop walking, but the sound of his voice made her jump.
Karen smiled. "Sun's starting to set," she said. "Shall we join the grown ups?"
Allie smiled and followed her outside. There wasn't much sense trying to make excuses, she'd have to be near him eventually, and it was nice to finally have another girl around, even if it was Paul's daughter.
On the porch, Paul introduced Karen around. For Allie the conversation was rather mundane and boring, but she did pick up that Karen's ex had picked up their boys earlier in the day for a two week canoe and camping trip somewhere in the hinterlands.� Then it turned out that Karen and Allie's dad were both high school history teachers with the same annoying fetish for the Italian Renaissance.� Once that was out there, the two of them started going back and forth about things the others had never heard of, and they may as well have been on a whole different porch.
"A match made in nerd heaven," Neil whispered to Allie, and she actually laughed. She hated that dad was hitting it off with Paul's daughter, of all people, but it was nice to see him talking to women at all. He hadn't gotten out much since mom died five years earlier.
"So, are you having fun up here, Allie?" Paul asked. He was trying to sound like an old man making disinterested small talk, which was shrewd. Allie'd seem rude if she didn't go along with it.
"Um, sure," she muttered.
"She's been a bit under the weather, haven't you, Al?" said Neil, interjecting. "She won't come down to the beach with us!"
"Probably smart," Paul said as he shifted lobster tails around the grill. "The beach down there is going to hell. Too many juvenile delinquents and loose women running around. I don't even feel safe using those showers anymore."
"Yeah," said Neil, confused. Old people always thought things were deteriorating, so he didn't get into it.
Paul wasn't giving up. "So are you an athlete back home, Allie?"
"No, not me," she said.
"Really? But you're so athletic looking. You should try baseball. I bet you could really handle a bat."
"Girls play softball," said Neil.
Paul laughed. "You're right. That never made sense to me, though. Why do girls need a softer ball? I bet Allie here could handle a hard one just fine!"
That was almost too absurd to get past Neil, and Allie cringed, but her uncle was unfazed. "This one's a bit of a bookworm," he said. "Straight A's in honors classes.� Right, kiddo?"
Allie breathed a sigh. Thank God her uncle was so obtuse! "Not quite," she said. Some of them were Bs is what she meant, and she would've explained that if she wasn't refusing to say more than she had to.
"An academic!" said Paul. "Then you're probably excited about the meteor shower tonight?� I can't wait myself." He started pulling lobsters off the grill and laying them on the serving tray.
"There's a meteor shower tonight?" asked Neil. Allie knew he didn't actually care.
"Surely your niece told you," said Paul, acting shocked. "It's a once in a lifetime occurrence. Massive rock formations. Isn't that right, Allie? "
Allie couldn't figure his angle, and didn't know how to respond. "Um, yeah," she managed. Truthfully she hadn't heard anything about meteors tonight either, and probably wouldn't have cared if she had. Being good at school didn't automatically make her a science geek, but old people always thought it did.
"Well," said Paul, "we need to get you away from these philistines for a thing like that, my dear. How would you like to use my telescope later on? I've got it up on an observation deck. You won't beat the view!"
Allie cursed herself. The old bastard had left a trap and she'd walked right into it. "Oh, I couldn't impose," she said.
"Nonsense," said Paul. "I insist! It'll be good to have a fellow astronomy-buff to catch the show with."
"Thanks for the offer," Neil said. "I'm sure she'd love to."
"Excellent!" he boomed, as he walked away with the dinner tray to the inside table.
"But I don't want to use his stupid telescope," Allie snapped out of Paul's earshot.
"Be nice," Neil said. "He's a lonely old man who needs the company. He won't bite."
Allie wasn't so sure about that, but she couldn't exactly explain that to Neil. Before she could even contemplate a real excuse, he'd brushed her off and walked inside.
Paul probably didn't care about the stars. He might not even have a stupid telescope. She shivered as she looked out over the distant water. Whatever he was plotting, she knew it wouldn't be good. She wanted to run far, far away. It took every bit of willpower she had to even follow the others back inside.
They'd all taken seats around the big oak table before she came inside. The boys were clustered at one end with Neil playing chaperone. Dad and Karen, still locked in droning horrible conversation, were perched in the middle, leaving only the empty seat on the end... next to Paul. Allie almost threw up.
"Saved you a seat, fellow astronomer!" he beamed. At the other end, Neil chuckled quietly.
"Thanks," she said, but she hoped Paul got that she totally did not mean it.
The thick sausage was already waiting on her plate. Looking at it made her gag. She wondered if he'd done something to it, too, like rubbing it on his balls or, you know, cumming on it. He would do that sort of thing, she was sure of it!
"So is mine the biggest you've ever had?" he asked softly. "My sausage, I mean."
"Size isn't everything," she said sourly. "It looks old and rotten. I don't think I want to eat it."
Somehow that didn't even faze her dad, who kept babbling on to Karen about Pope Leo something or other.
"We'll see," said Paul. "You seem hungry, and nothing satisfies a girl like you than a big, thick sausage."
"I've always thought about being a vegetarian," she said. For emphasis she shoved a thick leaf of spinach in her mouth and glared at him. "Mmmm," she said. "Delicious. Maybe I'll never eat meat again!"
Paul chuckled at the show. "Be careful," he said. "If you don't eat your meat, your meat might decide to eat you. Or," he leaned in close to whisper, "maybe your meat'll decide it's time to stop playing games and finally just fuck your stupid cunt." He pulled away smiling big, as Allie's eyes shot open wide and terrified.
Before she'd even taken a breath, Paul was on his feet. "I'd like to propose a toast," he said. The others turned to look, glasses raised as he continued. "To good friends, good food, and a wonderful evening ahead!"
The other adults raised a chorus of cheers, as Allie felt a knot tightening in her stomach. Paul meant it, she realized. He was going to fuck her... to rape her.� She knew she should say something, to find a way to not get trapped on the porch with him and his telescope.
Of course, she thought, they probably wouldn't do anything if she did say something. And she wasn't totally sure he'd really do it.� She told herself to relax and not overreact. Paul was just a pervy old man, he wasn't an actual rapist. This was just his weird way of fli....
Under the table, he squeezed her thigh. It wasn't a quick squeeze either; he let hand rest there, way up past the hem of her dress. The others kept talking, totally oblivious. Without hesitating he slid up further, slipping swiftly beneath her panties and brushing against her shaved pussy lips.
Was he really molesting her with her father and Karen sitting right there, inches away?� She tried to cross her legs, but his hand was already burrowed too tightly and she couldn't force it away without causing a scene. So she gritted her teeth and glared at him.
He pushed a finger into her vagina, just like he had earlier on Neil's deck. Allie blushed remembering how he'd mocked her then for being so wet; she was just as moist now, and he'd barely touched her.� It was like her pussy was craving it!
"Stop," she whispered. "Not now."
"Just a taste," he whispered back. He recoiled his hand to seemingly tickle her lips, and every so gingerly ran a thumb over her clit.
Allie's pulse quickened and her breathing got faster. "Please," she begged. "You can't do this here!"
He grinned and continued to finger her teenage cunt. "Eat your sausage," he said. "Take a big bite."
This was all just some sick game to him, she thought furiously.� She could have screamed, or grabbed his wrist. There was no way the others could defend him if they caught him with his hand up her skirt. They'd call the cops and she'd be free of him!
But she didn't. She didn't say a word as the gross old man continued to play with her teenage pussy. Emboldened, he slipped a second finger into her too-tight sheath.
As much as she hated herself for thinking it, it was undeniable: she kind of liked being fingered like that. It wasn't physical; what he was doing felt good, but the angle was awkward, and there was no way he'd ever make her cum like this.������ There was just something about the brazen way he did it, without stopping to even consider the consequences or the fact that she was a fraction of his age. She wasn't letting him touch her, he was just doing it.
"Oh, my God!" shouted Karen, and for a split second Allie thought their perversions had been spotted. Paul quickly pulled his hand away.
Thankfully no one had actually seen anything. Karen had simply managed to knock a bottle of red wine off the table and all over Allie's dad. The poor guy was covered, but they were both laughing hysterically. Obviously, that wasn't the first bottle they'd opened!
"I'm soooo sorry," slurred Karen. "I'm such a klutz sometimes!"
"It's really okay," said Allie's dad. "Red's my color!"
Both of them laughed. Neil rolled his eyes. Allie was just grateful for the distraction.
"That's probably our cue to leave anyway," said Neil. "These guys down here are getting kind of restless."
Allie smiled. Saved by a wine spill! Paul hadn't thought of everything.
"Already?" said Paul. "But the meteor shower isn't for another two hours."
Neil sighed. "We would," he said. "But, you know, the little guys just don't have that sort of patience."
"I'm sorry," said Allie's dad, looking exclusively at Karen. "I'll have to tell you about the Digon Museum next time. If there is, I mean, if you'll still be up here."
"Of course I will be," Karen smiled. Allie almost swooned, despite the awkward circumstances. The pair of them were so cute.
"Wait," said Paul at last. "It's dark out, and getting chilly. You can't use that outdoor hose of yours to get the wine off. At least stay to use our shower and let us run a load of wash. You can borrow a shirt of mine if you'd like then."
Allie's dad paused to ponder, but Allie knew he wanted to stay. "I suppose," he turned to Neil, "could you take the kids home maybe?"
Neil grinned knowingly at his brother's earnest performance. "I suppose they won't be too much trouble. You do have to get clean."
Allie's dad smiled. "Thanks, man. I owe you."
"Don't mention it," said Neil.
"All set to go, Al?" Allie nodded spiritedly, almost tasting her freedom.
"Well, wait," said Paul. "I hate for Allie to miss the shower. It's not past her bedtime. Let her stay a while. I don't mind."
"I don't know," her dad said. At this point, Allie knew he was pushing to get her away as eagerly as she was trying to escape. His and Karen's rapidly blooming romance would fare better without his cranky daughter hanging around.
"Well," interrupted Karen, "maybe it'd be nice." She looked at Allie's dad and nearly winked. "I mean, I don't really get that asteroid stuff, and dad really loves having a star watching partner. If Allie wants to see, maybe they could keep each other company up there."
Allie groaned inwardly. Karen wasn't subtle.
"Okay," said Allie's dad. "I guess she can stay then. That makes a lot of sense, actually."� He grinned like such a dope.
Paul winked at Allie when no one else was looking. The old bastard had won.� Did he really have to gloat?
After Neil and the boys packed off for home, Paul refused help with the dishes ("I'll get it later, now's time for socializing!") and corralled the remaining foursome to the porch for a "night cap" of hot apple cider. The old man was spritely as he handed out the mugs. "Spiked with Cuban rum for the adults," he said, smiling, "and virgin for the virgin and the guy with a heart condition!"
The "virgin" comment was both a swipe at Allie, and a test of the other two's limits. When they didn't react, Paul had to know the coast was clear.
Allie curled onto a long patio chair with her legs pulled up beneath her. Maine got cold at night, even in the summer, and the sun dress was too small and loose to keep her warm.
"I'm really looking forward to having you... ah, watch the meteor shower with me tonight," he said. He found a seat on the chair beside her and grinned as he looked out over the horizon.
Allie didn't respond.
Karen and her dad were sharing the cast iron love seat on the other side of her, laughing and smiling drunkenly as they talked. They were touching a lot. Not making out, but touching arms and occasionally hands. It was nauseating and sweet at the same time.
"The science of it is amazing," Paul went on, talking to no one, but clearly to Allie. "Those thick, hard rocks are flying through the infinite expanse of space. They could literally fly anywhere, but tonight their thrusting through our tight, narrow little hole of the universe.� It's the sort of experience you'll probably remember for the rest of your life, Allie. Hell, for the next several days, you might be so overwhelmed by it that you can't walk straight or sit down on a toilet!"
His eyes moved behind her, and he smiled. Following his gaze, Allie turned to see her dad and Karen sneaking a sloppy kiss. She pretended not to notice.
"I guess Allie and I ought to be getting upstairs to set up," Paul said. "Those rocks should be overhead within the hour.� Are you sure you two don't want to join us, dear?"
Karen smiled sheepishly, as she and Allie's dad suppressed giggles. "We'll pass," she said. "But you guys enjoy it!"
Paul's grin couldn't have been bigger as he eyed Allie up and down. Those two were too wrapped up in themselves to notice what was happening.
Allie knew she shouldn't follow him inside or up the stairs. She should've taken off running; damn the appearances. This was way past the point of face saving for what happened in the shower, or on the porch. The gross old man had announced his intent to rape her, and she was, for some inexplicable reason, following him dumbly to his lair. She knew better than this! Even as she was doing it, her brain was screaming for her not to, but she kept walking.
Paul's house was huge. The whole thing felt like a log cabin, with wooden walls and paneling, but it was roomy, and extended up three stories. There was even one of those track things that old people use to get up stairs in a chair, but Paul didn't seem to need that.
The "observation deck" was actually on the roof, accessible by a pull down ladder from the third floor. As she climbed out behind him into the open air, Allie was a little shocked to see that he actually had a telescope up there.
"Wow," she said. "I thought you were faking the astronomy stuff."
"What? Oh," he chuckled. "I was. Who cares about stars? It's fucking cloudy anyway."
There were benches built all around the wooden railing. Paul nonchalantly took a seat, then turned to stare at her. She felt like prey, like a trembling gazelle being stared down by a hungry wolf. She imagined him drooling.� Instinctively, she crossed her arms across her chest. "I'm not on the pill," she mumbled abruptly.
"I don't care," he said. He continued to stare.
It was even colder there, above the tree tops. The dress was worthless. "How big are your tits?" he asked.
She stood frozen. He was so calm. How did he know she wouldn't turn and run away?
"32C," she said softly, then immediately regretted it. Why was she playing his game?
He smiled. "I love a small girl with big fat breasts. They look so nice in that dress, too."
"Are you going to rape me?" she asked, shyly. There was no sense ignoring it.
He smiled. "I think you know the answer to that."
What the fuck did that mean? Was he just trying to make her feel stupid for asking?
There was a long silence. Paul stared at her body, trailing his eyes up and down from her toes to her chest.
"Take your clothes off," he said. His tone was casual, like he'd asked her to pass the ketchup.
She stiffened. but didn't move. Did he really expect her to just let him do it?
"We both know how this is going to end, Allie. Take your clothes off and let me see your body."
She was indignant. "You can't possibly expect me to just undress and let you do whatever you want to me."
"You did before," he said condescendingly.
Then he stood up in front of her, and cupped his hand up her skirt, between her thighs. "And," he smiled, "we both know you're dripping wet thinking about it."
Allie was mortified. It was humiliating enough the way she responded to his abuse, but she hated even more how easily he seemed to know and manipulate her.
"It's biology, asshole," she said. "I don't even like you."
"Right," he said. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and sat back down. "Now take your clothes off."
Angry and insulted, Allie still couldn't help but miss his hand on her cunt. Was she really such a pathetic slut?
"Remember earlier today?" he said.� "If you want it rough, you'll get it rough.� So be a good slut and take off the fucking clothes."
With his eyes still fixed on her and the cool breeze gaining speed, she reached behind and unzipped her dress. The loose fabric fell straight to the floor, the way sundresses do, and Allie was left standing there in her bra and panties. Paul had already seen her naked, more than once, but she still cringed at being so exposed.
Paul grinned smugly from his seat. Then he leaned forward to tug her panties down, along her silky smooth thigh, past her quivering knees, until he dropped them to her feet with the dress.
"You really have a magnificent cunt," he said as he stroked her lips and smooth waxed mound. He played with her for a breathless� moment then leaned back. "Now show me those big tits," he said.
Allie felt like a zombie going through the motions as he commanded. As she unclasped and tossed the bra aside, she was naked from head to toe.
Paul grinned again, that same twisted grin. "Have you ever been fucked, Allie?"
She nodded yes.
"Fucked hard?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered. Did what she and Jason did even come close to what Paul would consider hard? It hardly compared to the things he did to her mouth on the porch that afternoon.
He stood again and unbuttoned his shirt. He stood so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his wrinkled skin. All of this, the whole sick twisted scene, felt suddenly very real.
"Please don't make me do this," she said meekly.
Paul lowered his pants and shorts wordlessly, and stood naked beside her. His cock was standing stiff and erect. He slid a hand to the small of her back, then whirled her around against the rail and kissed her deep on the lips. Under other circumstances, it would have seemed like a tender romantic, gesture, but not now.
Soon enough he broke the kiss and slid around behind her. His cock was poking into her back and his hands wrapped around to squeeze her breasts and massage her wet pussy. He shoved her forward onto the railing, forcing her to bend at the waist and raise her ass upward. It was an ideal position for him to mount her, Allie knew. She couldn't believe she'd let things go so far.
He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Can you hear that?"
From the window below, the undeniable sounds of heavy moaning and a creaking mattress wafted into the air. A woman, Karen, cried out "Oh, my God!" and Allie's own father grunted along.
"Your dad is fucking my little girl down there," said Paul. "Think he'll mind if I return the favor?"� He moved his hips so his cockhead pressed against Allie's moist pussy lips.
Things had gone too far already. She couldn't let this happen. His dick was too big for her tiny pussy, he couldn't possibly put it inside her. She couldn't possibly let him!
"Please," she begged, "you can't!"
"Can't I?" he snarled. His cool demeanor was breaking down. He sounded angry.
With jarring abruptness, Paul spun her around and spilled her onto the floor of the deck. Allie landed with a thud on her ass, suddenly terrified that he'd attack her the way he had earlier. He was vicious then, and there was nothing to stop him from hurting her even worse now.
Paul was standing over her, cock in hand, stroking himself as he gazed down at his squirming prize.
"Spread your legs!" he demanded.
Allie parted her knees, resolved to her fate.
"Wider," he snarled.
She spread her legs wide in the air, so far apart it almost hurt.
"Beg for it," he said. "Beg me to fuck you."
"F... fuck me," Allie moaned weakly. Was that what he wanted?
"Louder, cunt."
"Fuck me!" she said, more emphatically. "Fuck me hard!"
She was writhing on the deck floor, spread legged and begging a gross old man to fuck her teenage pussy. Could she get any lower?� It was beyond depraved, but... somehow... it was still turning her on! All she could think about was that massive, baseball bat of an old-man cock finally slipping into her tight wet hole, and she wished he'd just finally plunge in and take her!� Desperate for relief, her hand trailed down between her legs and she began earnestly toying with her pussy.
Above her, Paul looked more like a towering conqueror than a broken down old man. He was still stroking his big, rigid cock, which looked from Allie's angle like it was as long as his forearm.
"Say it like you mean it!" he taunted.
"I do mean it!" Allie whaled. "I want it. I want it soooo bad!"� It wasn't even a lie.
From down below, Karen's voice rose up: "OH, MY GOD!" she screamed, "I"M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! Don't Stop! Oh, God, don't ever stop!"
It was gross to hear her dad screwing some woman, but Allie didn't care. She was jealous! What the hell was Paul waiting for?
"Close your eyes," he said.
Allie shut them tight and girded herself. It was time, it had to be. Her body trembled with anticipation. Paul was finally going to fuck her!
Then she felt it splatter on her face, and over her chest. Shocked, she opened her eyes. Paul wasn't fucking her. He was just coating her again with his spunk!
"What?"� She wasn't even sure what to say. "But... I thought..."
Paul let the last strings of jizz fall on top of the naked teenager, the same dopey grin from earlier spread across his face.
"You stupid slut," he laughed. "What sort of gross piece of shit slut begs an old man like me to rape her?� Don't you have any fucking sense?"� He continued to laugh and turned to pick up his clothes.
Allie lay motionless on the deck, her chest heaving to the rhythm of her heavy breathing. His cum was everywhere.� Had he really just rejected her while she lay on his floor literally begging for it? How the fuck did that happen?
It was all too unreal. She didn't know how to react!
Paul was already dressed again. "Put your clothes back on," he said over his shoulder as he began his way back down the ladder. "And wipe the cum out of your hair, you dumb cunt."
Then he was gone. Allie lay for a long while, naked and staring up at the sky. A cool misty rain was starting to fall, maybe it started a long time ago and she just hadn't noticed.
Up above, she couldn't even see the fucking stars.
THE END of CHAPTER 3
In Chapter 4. To help out her dad and his growing romance with Paul's daughter, yet fearing the worse, Allie reluctantly agrees to 'babysit' the dirty old man while the love birds are away...
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