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--Hush now.
His voice is quiet and stern. You know the tone well. He's been boarding there for months. Drifter. Mom always takes them in.
The faint glimmer that was a crack under your bedroom door has spilled into a blue arc of light into your room. The television flickers outside: you can hear the strains of canned laughter and commercials. He turns it up louder around this time.
Your special time together.
--I don't want to.
Your voice cracks and sounds weak in your ears. You know its pointless to say no, but you do it anyway: there is some relief in that feeble act of resistance.
--Hush now.
He sits on the edge of the bed. His strong hands pull the covers aside and the cool night air brushes over your bare legs and stomach like some dark whisper; like some diaphanous veil of ice. His hand, rough and warm, caresses your legs, your thighs, slowly moving up, wordlessly, stealthily. You feel his fingers toying with the hem and waitband of your panties.
You dont even remember the first time anymore.
And you try not to remember when you started liking it.
You moisten and unconcsciously reach up and begin rubbing your breasts. Your nipples stiffen and he pushes your bra up, then places his mouth over your tit, sucking, nibbling, licking...as his other hands pulls your panties aside, fingers working into your smooth, tight little nest...they sink in deep, easily gliding into your glistening pink lips...
--Yes....
Your no is gone. You're reaching now for the bulge in his jeans, pulling at the worn leather belt's cold brass buckle, freeing his cock. You pull at it, and he pushes it towards your mouth. The salty sweat taste as you run your tongue up the underside of his shaft makes you shudder and he slips into the warmth of your lips, wet with your saliva and anticipation, one hand fingering you, the other wrapping up a handful of your hair.
He gets rougher, as he always does, fucking your face, pulling your hair...
--Suck it. Oh, yeah...good girl...taste that cock...
He pushes another finger into you and you thrust your hips against his hand, feeling his scarred knuckles grinding against your clit as he pumps in and out, your juices dripping down between your legs.
He slips out of your mouth and pulls you to the edge of the bed and pulls your panties down around your ankles, then off.
--You want it, don't you?
In the pale light, you can see the hard, chiselled lines of his face and the gleam of the predator in his gray eyes.
--Yes sir.
He smiles and pushes your legs back, then enters you with the full weight of his body behind his thrust. It pushes the air from your lungs, knocks the wind out of you and you have to bite down hard on your lip to keep from letting out a gasp that might wake the house. He enters you easily, filling your slick, wanting cunt with ambitious thrusts, taking you hard and with such dispassion that you feel almost as though you are being fucked by a machine.
And he sees you the same way.
A shudder, the unexpected twitching deep inside...the tickle and the warm tingle coming up through you...And then the explosion inside of you...He drains himself, driving himself in to you to the hilt before spilling his liquid heat into you...
You beg to cry out, but you taste your juices on his fingers as he silences you.
--Hush now.
He zips up.
His shadow darkens the arc of blue light and the door closes.
--Hush now.
The sweat on your body feels like dew in the cold night.
--Hush now.
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