Ron Masters was a degenerate, through and through. He lived a quiet life in a quiet neighborhood. Around here, everyone kept to themselves, so Ron knew hardly anyone nearby. Except his neighbor. The man who lived next door was an alcoholic who lived alone with his young daughter, Janice. The cops had been there many times. The neighbor, Mike, was always intoxicated and unemployed it seemed. His daughter, however, was Ron’s main interest. From his home next door, he watched her, spied on her day and night. His demented sexual dreams always involved this young, 14-year-old girl next door.
Janice was fourteen alright. Very shy, she would end up having to stay at Uncle Bill’s whenever her father was picked up by the police. She hated it. Since she was twelve, Uncle Bill has always insisted she take a shower every night, and he’d stand there and watch her as she did. That was also when her puberty really blossomed. Her young breasts weren’t big by any measure, but between turning twelve and now being fourteen, her breasts had definitely, positively blossomed. Uncle Bill had seen the whole thing.
Ron watched his neighbor through binoculars and an old camera with a big, old zoom lens. Yes, she definitely had something under her shirt alright. Her butt was one you could watch all day, and he often tried. Usually, she wore shorts and a t-shirt; about the only clothes she had. Ron had met her a couple of times out in the yard. He’d said hi, not pushed it. Just being Mr. Friendly Neighbor.
Then on day, the police arrived again. Ron went outside to watch. As they put Mike into the back of a police car, he went up to one of the officers.
“Excuse me, but I’m Ron Masters, the neighbor. I can watch after Janice until her relatives come get her.”
The police were more than happy to let him handle that, so they quickly carted Mike off to jail while Ron led Janice back to his place.
“Don’t you worry none, Janice. You’ll be safe here. First, let’s have some lunch, then we’ll talk about what to do next.”
Janice followed Mr. Masters to his house. She’d never been there before; hardly knew him. Seemed nice enough. At least she didn’t have to go to Uncle Bob’s place. They went inside, watched the last of the police leave, then he made them both sandwiches. As they sat at the kitchen table and ate, she caught him glancing down the front of her top. Well, ok, all the boys do that. They talked about her possibly staying there until her father came home from jail. She said that could be over a year.
“Well, then we got plenty of time,” the man said. She wondered what he meant. After they finished lunch, he said, “Come on, I want to show you something.”
They walked down into the basement. The back half was separated by a wall with a big, heavy door. Inside this room they went. Janice noticed the walls all had some sort of thin mattress covering on them. The ceiling, too. How weird. There was a big bed in the middle, and what looked like a fancy stereo set up in one corner by a small desk. Maybe this was some sort of hobby room, or the spare bedroom where’d she be staying…
Suddenly, Mr. Masters turned and slapped Janice hard across her face. Slap! She was caught completely off guard, stumbling back and falling against the wall by the door. Mr. Masters slammed the door closed, then hit her again with a hard jab to her abdomen. Janice bent over, clutching her stomach, trying to catch her breath now. She wondered what was going on? What was he doing? He grabbed her neck with his two, strong hands, squeezed until she couldn’t breathe at all. Janice began to truly panic.
“Listen up, Janice! You gonna do what I tell you to do, or I’m gonna choke the life right out of you! Or maybe dump you someplace in the hood; let some niggers gang-rape you. You do what I say, I’ll let you go home when you father gets home. You understand me?” He shook her hard, she was turning blue from lack of air.
Janice tried to nod. She felt the man relax his grip. She sucked in a big gulp of air as she kept nodding; yes, yes, she’d do what he said. Her father had sometimes hit her; even her uncle did by the shower. This man, she’d thought he was a nice old guy. Now she was scared shitless. He kept ahold of her neck, dragging her to the center of the room.
He leaned in close, speaking in quiet anger. “Strip, bitch. Now!” He went over and turned on the stereo. Loud, old rock music began playing.
Ron turned, glaring at her, waiting for her to comply. Girls never did at first. He always had to smack them around some at first. But this girl from next door didn’t. She stood there, slightly bent over, breathing heavily, staring at him with frightened eyes.
“P, promise you won’t hurt me…?” she pleaded.
Ron just nodded. “Yeah, yeah, get on with it, bitch.”
Surprisingly, the girl slowly took hold of her top and started to lift it up. He told her to go slow. Slowly, her chest was revealed. Her stomach was young, a little pudgy but sexy. Her breasts weren’t small, or big, but nicely shaped for her age. He asked her how old she was. She told him quietly- fourteen. Hmmm. He’d always guessed sixteen. Nice fucking tits for a fucking fourteen-year-old. He told her to lose the bra next.
Slowly, Janice reached behind her and unhooked her bra. This was bad, really bad. Her Dad probably wouldn’t be home for at least two weeks. At her uncle’s, he’d only watched her take a shower; shook his penis at her a few times but nothing more than that. Her father hit her, but never touched her sexually. This neighbor, he was doing all of it. With trembling fingers, she unfastened her bra, a 31B, and slipped it off. She suddenly felt, knew, that she was going to lose her virginity here. Oh crap, oh shit. She started crying now. She could handle getting nude in front of grown men. The thought of being raped made her really upset. She covered her boobs as she dropped the bra down to the floor by her top.
“Keep going,” Ron growled. Slowly, the teenager used one hand to slide her shorts down to the floor, keeping one arm across her chest. That’s ok, he thought; he’d see her tits soon enough. He liked how they looked; bulging out from behind her arm, so sexy like. She next slowly, very slowly, slipped her panties off, along with her sneakers. Little Janice stood up slowly, covered her small bush, looking away, red with embarrassment. Ron just stared. His every fantasy now coming to life right in front of him. Man, she was so young, so hot. He could feel his cock already getting bigger. He stared and stared at the young girl. He told her to rub her nipples with her fingers. Slowly, one hand still covering her bush, slowly she started to rub a nipple with two fingers. He snarled at her to rub both tits. She moved to the other, revealing a hard nipple on one tit, as she slowly pushed around her other nipple. Man, this little girl’s tits; this was amazing to watch. He began to rub himself. He let her continue for several more minutes.
“Now, come over here, undress me,” Ron said. She kept staring away, shaking. Eventually, she did stop rubbing her breast and stepped closer to him. With shaking hands, she reached up and started to undo his shirt. Button by button she undid it as he stared down at her young, nude body. Nice fucking cleavage. She pulled his shirt off. She slowly undid his pants as he kicked off his shoes. She eased his pants down, letting them fall down. He stepped out of them. “Keep going…”
Janice took ahold of the man’s underwear and slid them slowly down. His pubic hair and his penis came into view. It was already bigger; it actually popped out and swung right towards her as it emerged. She could see his ball sack hanging underneath. She let his underwear drop, then quickly stepped back. The ‘nice man from next door’ kicked off his underwear, grinning at her. He told her to kneel down. Oh, here we go, oral sex, she thought to herself. She slowly knelt down on her knees, covering herself again. The man stepped up next to her, close. He took hold of his thing, then began to drag it across her face. Left to right and back again, over and over. She clenched her eyes shut as he did. She felt him lift it; rubbing it across her forehead as his ball sack dragged across her face. This went for several more minutes, Janice crying, pleading with him.
“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone; I swear. Just let me go. I don’t want to do this, just let me go home….”
Ron ignored her pleas. He moved to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling her with him. “Rub your tits on my dick, Janice,” he snarled at her. “Now, dammit! Lean forward, start dragging those luscious tits of your all over my junk. Go on, get going…”
Janice did, sort of. Looking away, she leaned over him, her young 31B breasts dragging across his penis as she slowly moved her chest left and right. First one breast dragged across it; the nipple feeling excited as she did. Damn it! The other breast, the other nipple. Same feeling. She tried hard to think of something ese as she did this. He kept telling her to do this, do that. She had to push her boobs together around his penis; sliding them up and down his now erect manhood. He seemed to really enjoy that. He told her to start licking it. She moved down some, took hold of it, licked it slowly from the tip of the dark head to the base of his shaft, down by his pubic hair. It tasted so disgusting. Then more titty fucking and more licking followed. He kept making her go faster.
“Faster! Faster, bitch! More spit! Now lick it up and down! Keep licking it! Again! Again! Faster! That’s it, just keep going faster. Now, stop and titty-fuck me again. Do it! Titty-fuck me, girl! Ooh, that’s it! That’s it… keep doing that….” He slapped her head several times. Janice thought he might cum at any moment. Suddenly he made her stop, then he told her to put it in her mouth. She did, just the head, though. He was saying, “Lick it! Use your tongue! Work it girl! Work it!”
Janice worked her fat, wet tongue all over the head of his cock. She’d make him cum soon, then he’d be done at last. She didn’t move her head up or down; just kept the head of his penis in her mouth and licked it as quick as she could. Several times he grabbed her head, pulled her up towards him as he bent down and French kissed her mouth. Then he’d put her face back on his thing and tell her to keep licking it. French kissing. Oral. French kissing. Oral. Back and forth he went, using her mouth like she’d never had it used ever before. She’d kissed a boy twice, but never like this. Definitely never touched a man’s penis before.
Ron felt himself about to cum. He stopped the girl, made her get up on the bed. He lay down on the bed; made her get on top, hands and knees, her face over his dick. All this got him calmed down some, but no less hard. He made her take his dick in her mouth again, then began forcing her head up and down on it. She kept making gagging sounds as he forced her to blow him. As she was, he leaned up and started licking that little pussy of hers. It looked virgin; there wasn’t much more than a slit with some pubic hair around it. He wrapped his arms around her ass, burying his face into her sweet young twat, pushing his tongue out as far as he could, licking those luscious little-girl pussy lips of hers. She definitely jumped at that, kept squirming around a lot as he moved his hips up and down, fucking her mouth. He sucked on her clit a lot. She kept making these moaning sounds, grunting too as he thrust himself between those lips he’d only seen through binoculars before. Soon, her little pussy wasn’t just wet from his own spit. He tasted her own juices now; she was getting stimulated. She probably hated it, but he didn’t care. He was about to cram his dick into this wet little hole of hers.
He stopped, got up, making her stay right where she was. He got between he legs behind her as she begged him not to. He held his cock, pressed it to that little cunt. He felt it, pressed into it, and slowly his wet cock slid into that tight little girl’s pussy. She cried out, muffling her scream at first, then crying out more loudly. He gripped her hips tightly; pressing himself deeper into her. In he slid, stretching that little pussy wider and wider as he pushed in deeper and deeper. Once he was at least halfway, he started to hump the girl. Back and forth, he worked his dick in her. A virgin for sure! He felt her hymen pretty soon, but just pushed right past it. She struggled a lot, trying to get away from this painful rape of her young body, but he held on and kept working it. Soon, he could feel his pubic hair pressing against her crotch; he was ‘balls deep’ now.
“Yeah! Take it, girl! Take it all! Take my big dick in your little pussy! Fuck me, bitch! Take it all!”
She jumped around more when he went in as far as he could push. Again and again, he fucked his young neighbor with fast, strong thrusts. It didn’t take long. He shot a big, big load of cum into her.
After the man came in her, all Janice could think about was getting pregnant. What if she did? Oh God, how would she explain it? The man sat back, took a pack of cigarettes from the table and lit one. He told her to get up and come over. She turned, got up on her knees as he directed, shuffled closer to him. He wrapped one arm around her, pulled her close as she resisted. He latched his mouth onto her left breast, began to suck on it really hard. It ached, it was painful, but he kept at it. He moved to her other breast, did the same thing. He kept at it, her breasts were aching now, her fucking nipples getting all hard. Then, he made her kiss him again. It was the worst. As all this was happening, his hands kept feeling her up all over. Her butt, her waist, her breasts, even her hair. After he finished his cigarette, he made her start sucking his dick again. Janice did, needing some physical encouragement to get started. His thing was now getting larger again, right in her mouth.
Soon, Ron was ready. He pushed her over, got between her legs, the girl now laying on her back on the bed, crying, begging him to leave her alone. He put his cock into her vagina again and started hammering her very, very fast and hard. He watched with delight as she grimaced in pain, her young boobs bouncing wildly as he raped her but good. Her legs were spread wide; he could watch his hard-on moving in and out of her little girl crotch. His hands roamed all over her tits as he pounded that little cunt.
When he’d finished, he handcuffed her to the bed railing and left. Janice lay there, crying, aching from pain everywhere. It seemed like an hour before the man came back. When he did, he took her to a bathroom upstairs; made her use the toilet, then turned on the shower. When she’d done her business, he shoved her into the shower. Just like Uncle Bill. Except, this time he got in with her. He told her to kneel down, give him a blowjob.
Suck it, little girl! Suck my dick! Go on, suck it! That’s it, work it good, little girl. Work it. Ooh, yeah, that’s it. Lots of tongue. Good girl…”
Janice knelt there in the hot shower, a man’s penis in her mouth as she slowly moved her head back and forth over it, squirming her tongue on it as she did. It got bigger quick. He grabbed her head, started pushing himself farther, right to her throat. She couldn’t breathe when he did; she pushed back, but he just kept working her head back and forth on his thing, from almost out to just into her throat. Each time, he seemed to get farther and farther in. More and more she gagged, some vomit and a lot of saliva coming up. Suddenly he pushed in and held it. She struggled for air. He started cumming in her throat. He went on and on, finally stopping and backing out so she could breathe. She almost passed out. He dragged her quickly out, dragged her down to the basement, handcuffed her again. He went back upstairs, dried off, got dressed and ate dinner. He made a phone call. Soon, his friend Leon knocked on the door. Leon was an old crack addict he’d hung with before. He still came over now and then, trading drugs for food.
“You got any?” Ron asked when he opened the door. Leon said yeah, he had some coke. “Follow me,” Ron said. They went down to the basement. Leon stared at the young girl.
“Jesus! How old is she?” Ron told him. “Fourteen? Jesus, she looks like she’s eleven. You fuck her?”
Ron said he had; said she gives good blow jobs too. Ron spoke, said he wanted to do her two at once, doggy-style. Did Leon want to fuck her or get blown?
“Fuck it, I’ll fuck her,” he said. Quickly, Leon started getting undressed. Terrified, Janice just kept saying, “No, no, no, don’t know…..” as Ron moved over and took the handcuffs off the bed, then cuffing her hands together.
“On your fucking hands and knees, girl,” he commanded her. He grabbed her, forced her to get into position across the bed. She fought him.
“No! I won’t! I don’t want to! No! I don’t want to!” He struggled with her, hit her a couple of times. Finally, Leon, now naked, got on the bed and helped Ron force her back to hands and knees. Ron gripped her hair tight, forcing her face up, holding his cock up to her.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he commanded. Slowly, she did, resigning to her fate. Suddenly she jumped as Leon quickly jabbed his hard-on into her young pussy from behind. He immediately began humping her hard and fast, gripping her hips as he pounded deep into her again and again. Ron held her hair like reigns on a bucking bronco, pushing himself back and forth inside her mouth. The two gang-raped young Janice for a good twenty minutes. When they’d finished with her, they cuffed her to the bed again and shot some coke. They even shot the girl up with some coke. She pleaded with them not to, but soon she was laying on the mattress as each man, their dicks fueled with coke, took turns raping her missionary-style. Leon just laid into her; Ron lifted her legs, raped her with them held up. As soon as he finished, Leon quickly turned the girl onto her stomach. In a flash, he was pressing his still-hard dick to her virgin asshole. She cried out, struggled again, putting up quite a fight. The two restrained her, Leon sodomizing the youngster for a good five minutes. Ron took over, pounded her aching asshole again and again. They handcuffed her to the bed again.
Janice endured a week of being raped. This man, he brought many other men over. They all took turns on her. Ron got his free drugs; Janice got a workout day and night. One night, she heard the men talking. Something about her father. The men came into the room; she braced for more sex. Instead, two Mexican men dragged her out, forced her into the back of a van and drove off.
Ron and Leon watched the van leaving. Later, he told her father, and the police, that he’d gone to the store one day and when he came home, she was gone. They treated it as a runaway. Case closed. Janice meanwhile became a dancing attraction at one of the Mexican border bars. A year later, she was still dancing, with even bigger tits now. And the price to fuck her had gone up too. Everyone said, she gives good head.