Michael Fairbanks was fifty years old, black, and until a few months ago, he’d been living on meager incomes. That is, until one day the Mega Millions hit for him, and suddenly he had cash. Investing it, living off a portion of what it earned in interest, Michael had a pretty good life for himself. Or so you would think.
Mike was also a twice-convicted pedophile. Mike had no wife or girlfriend as a result of his convictions. Now, he now had the means to pursue his real dream. In day-to-day life, he was well known at the local bank, where he often did business throughout the year. He’d often spoken with the branch manager, a woman who could make transfers and other services for him, like when he leased that new BMW. One day he noticed a picture on her desk. She said it was her daughter, Melissa. Melissa was 14 now, and a real handful. Mike could see why. She was young, white and sexy as hell, at least to him she was. Long, slender legs.
At home, with his new internet and computer system, he quickly found her on one of several media pages online. Some photos were from a recent pool party, pictures her mother took. Holy crap, yes! This would be his prize. If he could figure out a way to do it. The goal is to fuck that little girl without her ever knowing who. He had the money, but was he smart enough? He loved a challenge.
Mike looked online and found a remote-control drone. He hooked up a camera to it, a camera that could take pictures. He drove to a field near the bank manager’s home and used the drone to take pictures of their backyard, the adjoining houses and the woods behind. Ways in, ways out, surrounding yards. He studied them closely. He approached silently at night on two occasions, checking for dogs, either in the home or the neighbors. All seemed quiet. He bought a black hoodie, black sweat pants, black sneakers. He stocked up on legal weed and Viagra. One day, at the bank, the woman manager had mentioned a banking conference Friday night. He thought about it; checked the media sites. Sure enough, at the Downtown Hilton, 6-9 pm. That would be the night. He assumed the woman wouldn’t be home until 9:30. He had no interest in her. She was older, heavier, not his type. The fourteen-year-old, that was the prize. The younger, the better. His court conviction had been for an eleven-year-old girl, but in truth he’d raped at least five between eleven and fifteen. He figured a time-frame. The bank closed at 5. Home, quick dinner then on to the conference. The bank manager would probably leave her daughter Melissa home alone during that time; it was only 3 ½ hours. If he allowed himself two hours, he could probably find enough to keep him going for that long. He often masturbated to the picture of her by the pool.
This time of year, it got dark out by 5pm. At 5:30 he was behind the house with his gear. A large knife to scare the girl with. He had a roll of duct tape, but only if there was someone else there. He’d make young Melissa do what he wanted. He smoked the weed and put down a few Viagras as he thought of the different things he would do. Her cunt for sure. Her ass, too. Why not? At least two blow jobs. Fuck yeah, between those luscious lips of hers. Some Frenching, too. And those tits of hers. She was only 14, but she had some nice tits for a girl that young, or so it seemed. He’d find out soon enough. His dick was already getting hard.
A few minutes after he got there, he saw the mother drive away. He put on his ski mask, pulled up his hoodie and crept up closer to the house. He peeked inside. He’d been here before. No alarm system, for it was an older home. He tried the kitchen sliding glass door. It slowly, quietly slid open. He slipped inside. So far, so good. He heard the TV in the family room. He moved forward slowly. She was in a recliner, facing away from him, watching TV and eating chips. He got close behind her, maybe two feet. He stood up, stepped closer. She suddenly looked up, saw him and her eyes went wide. She leapt from the chair crying out, but he was already on her, grabbing her arm. He yanked her back, then slammed his fist into her stomach. She groaned, bent over, grabbing her stomach, chips flying everywhere. He paused, then punched her once again, in the side of her head. He’d wondered about hitting her twice. First time to knock the wind out of her. The second, well he thought why not, and hit her, hard. She grunted, went down to her knees, one arm on the ground. He shoved her onto her back, then straddled her mid-section. He took his knife from the holder, showed it to her, moved it slowly to her face, putting the edge against her cheek.
“You do what ah says, maybe I won’t cut you up, bitch. I tells you to do somethin’, you does it, you hear me, little girl?!”
The girl was terrified, her eyes still wide, all teary now. She was shaking, struggling, but when he put the blade against her, she stopped. She slowly nodded. He told her again to do what he said, then he’d leave and it would all seem like just a dream. Right now, she thought it was a nightmare. This man was on top of her, in her own living room, holding this huge knife to her face. She didn’t know what was happening, why it was happening, or what was going to happen next. The man was big, a black man it sounded like. Yes, his hands were dark skinned. She saw him grab her top, pull it up some, then he put that big knife to it and cut it like it was nothing. Right up the front, all the way. She pushed her head over to one side to keep from getting cut too. He somehow cut her sleeves without cutting her shoulders, then he yanked the polo shirt from her. She had on her white bra, the new one. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but he just grabbed her bra, cutting it with the knife too. He yanked at it, cut it again, then pulled it from her. She kept her hands away from the flaying blade. She was starting to figure out, the man wanted to see her naked. Maybe even, no, no he couldn’t. The man slid down onto her knees. He grabbed her shorts, roughly undid them and then pulled them, along with her panties, down and right off her legs, even as she kicked trying to stop it. The man jumped back on top of her, leaned in close, putting the knife to her neck. He was breathing heavily, smelled like pot and cigars. He growled at her with some sick sense of humor, “You gonna get an education, darlin’.”
The man got up, pulling her up to her knees, completely naked now. He yelled at her to get on her knees, which she did, covering her boobs with her right arm, her vagina with her left hand. Melissa stared in horror as the man pulled his gym pants down and exposed this huge black penis right in front of her! She couldn’t look away; she’d never seen a black man’s penis. She’d seen Bobby Rothman’s penis once, last year, at school. It was nothing compared to this monster hanging in front of her face. This one was brown, huge around, with a big, flared head on it. A big, hairy nut sack hung underneath. He held it with one hand, grabbed her hair with the other hand. He told her to lick it with her tongue, like a popsicle. This was disgusting. She was already nude in front of a grown-up black man. Now he wanted her to put her tongue on his thing?? She shook her head no, clenching her mouth closed. The man yanked her hair hard, then with his other hand he slapped her again and again until she finally cried out, sobbing.
“Ok, ok, ok, stop! Please! Stop! Ok, I’ll do what you say! Stop hitting me! Stop!”
Mike grabbed his cock and put it to the girl’s face. Slowly, she started to lick it. He kept yelling at her what to do. “Go farther! Farther! Keep it wet, bitch! Spit, you cunt! Faster! Lick it faster! More tongue, little girl! More fucking tongue!” She was trying to do what he said, but she was so scared and confused she took a lot of slapping to get her to properly lick his dick. Eventually, he had her licking the underside, up and down, very fast. With the Viagra, he was at full erection now. When he pushed her down and went for her pussy, she kept pleading with him not to.
“No! Please, no! I’m begging you! Let me, let me do this more! I’ll lick it more! No, don’t, please, don’t, no, not there….”
He already had her legs spread when he pressed his raging cock to her little virgin pussy lips. He spit on it a couple of times. His dick was still wet from her spit on it. He pressed it against her as she struggled hard to prevent it. He was so fucking excited; nothing was going to stop him from fucking this fourteen-year-old girl! He pressed and pressed, spit again, felt her hole with his finger, then pressed his dick into it. As it slowly started to enter her, she truly screamed. He thought for a moment of the neighbors, so he put one hand over her mouth. Once he was in her several inches, at least half way, he stopped, grabbed the knife, put it to her throat.
“Not one fucking word, cunt, or I’ll cut your fucking throat! You keep fucking quiet!”
He put the knife aside, then started to hump the little girl. She was short, thin, gasping with his every thrust into her. When he got in even farther, it became a painful groan. Again and again, he fucked her little pussy. Again and again, she gasped, taking short, deep breaths every time as he slammed himself deeper into her, stifling the urge to cry out, crying instead. His cock was huge now. Her little girl cunt was so fucking tight. Oh man, this felt so fucking good! Sliding along inside her little girl vagina, the head moving from deep in her, back to almost to her pussy lips, then in again. He did her slowly for a long time, occasionally going faster. Harder he fucked the youngster. He glanced at his watch. Shit, he’d only been here twenty minutes. This was going to be fun for a long time!
Eventually he shot a load of cum into her pussy, but he was still fully erect. He fucked her some more, making her get in different positions as he did. He had her on her knees and elbows. He pounded into her deep. On her side, then her on top. He had to use the knife to convince the little girl to move herself up and down his big black shaft. He got to suck on those baby tits then, squeezing them, getting those little nipples all erect as he kept yelling at her to go faster still. He shot some cum again, got up, got behind her. From behind, it looked like her little pussy could only take most of his dick, not quite all of it. He kept slamming her harder though, watching those cute little butt cheeks slapping away as he pounded against them, holding her hips and yanking her back to him with every thrust. He stopped, pulled out, then shoved her flat on her face. In a second, he was pressing himself into her tiny little asshole.
Melissa was about to faint from the rape. The pain was so intense; the man’s thing was so darn big. She felt like her insides were being literally ripped apart. Melissa felt the man shoot his sperm into her. As she worried about getting pregnant, he’d started to rape her again. She had to lay on her side while he took her from behind. She had to get on top of him, but despite her attempts to keep him from getting inside her again, he threatened her neck with that knife, so she slowly let herself down on it. It was too big, it wouldn’t fit again, but it did. Still painful, she tried to go down just a little bit. The man kept screaming at her, making her go down farther, and faster. She finally did just to get him to take the knife from her throat. He leaned up, sucked on her boobs, licked her nipples. His large hands rubbed them a lot. She wished she was still flat-chested again. He went on like this for a very long time, cumming again it seemed like.
The man pushed her off of him, got behind her, forced her up to her knees. He pushed into her vagina again, pumped her a few times, saying these horrible things as he did. He shoved her down onto the floor, face down. She felt him push himself into her butt. The vaginal rape was bad enough, but this was even more painful! Way more!! She could feel his huge member moving inside her, but her butthole was where the real pain was. She cried, begging him to stop, but he never did. He just kept going and going. He came again, in her butt this time. He pulled out, dragged her up, made her put his smelly penis into her mouth. He slowly moved back and forth, while forcing her to wiggle her tongue all over his thing as he did. She did what he said, trying to make him finish and also to try and keep him from going in any farther. Every time he tried to do that, she couldn’t breathe at all. Her throat just wasn’t big enough for that giant sausage of his.
It was a little after eight o’clock when he finished with her. After butt-fucking the girl, he sucked and licked her tits for a while longer. He made her sit on his lap and push her nipples to his mouth. She had to get over him, lean down, do it again. He made her drag her boobs all over him. He fucked her between her little tits. He raped her two more times. He sucked and licked every inch of that little girl’s body. He was a sick fuck alright. He had his mouth on every square inch of her. Then, one final blowjob and off he went. He got to his car before he even heard sirens. He drove home victorious. Victorious until the semen DNA was a match for his DNA on police records. After that, Michael Fairbanks was the richest inmate in the state prison.