Samantha tapped a dark cherry heel on the hardwood with increasing impatience. The sound grated on my already excited nerves, but telling her to stop was out of the question.
As far as girlfriends go, she was exactly what I needed. Tall, muscular, and angry, always angry. It didn’t hurt that she could wrestle most men into submission, rendering girls all but helpless in her iron grip.
I shifted on our newly purchased couch, the cloth soft against my fingers. The 3rd one we’ve bought in the same number of years. That’s what happens when they struggle.
“Think she’ll show?” I venture to say.
“The little bitch better show up, her parents already sent the check to the school.”
“That fast?”
“Her parents are poor as shit. They know little Annabel isn’t smart enough for a scholarship, and the only talent the cunt has is dancing, and we all know how eager schools are to hand out money to that lot.”
I smiled. A dancer. Her only talent? Maybe now, but not for long.
The bell to the outer gate chimed, and Sam buzzed the guest in. A few moments later, the front door slid open. A cute pale face, framed in short cut, barely shoulder length blonde hair peeked in. Splotches of red colored her cheeks, seeped down, disappearing under the neckline of her T-Shirt. An odd choice given the reason for the visit.
“Come all the way in,” Sam ordered, “let’s see what we’ve bought.”
I couldn’t help but grin. Sweet, innocent Annabel Adams was much, much smaller than I’d expected. Just barely 18, thin as a damp cigarette, with the cutest little A cup titties. It was obvious she didn’t skip leg day however. She would be tight, and that was all that mattered.
“The fuck is that for?” Sam asked, gesturing to the bucket of cleaning supplies swinging in Anabelles hand.
The innocent teen rocked back at the naughty word as if she’d been slapped.
“I…um…,” She stammered. “My mom said I was to be your slave for the week.” When neither of us spoke she continued. “What should I clean first?”
Laughter broke the silence, deep, gutteral, and anticipatory. “Sweetheart,” Sam said. “You’re mother didn’t tell you?” Poor, sweet Annabel just looked between us, then lowered her head, blushing all the harder.
“Is it the bathrooms?” She said, more to herself than to us. “I told her I didn’t want to do the bathrooms.”
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Annabel sat on the middle cushion, stiff as a board, obviously uncomfortable being flanked on either side by virtual strangers. I reached down and plucked the bucket from her limp fingers.
She jumped, turned her head towards me. I sat the bucket down, stared into blue eyes flecked with gold strata, then moved closer.
She instinctually moved away, but Sam had also moved in closer, and the cornered girl bumped her ass into Sam’s leg. Annabel whipped her head back, panic setting in. I watched her chest begin to heave, her breaths becoming more erratic, her itty bitty titties rising and falling.
“See,” Sam, began, putting an arm around the terrified captive. “Mommy didn’t tell you everything. Mommy didn’t tell you what she traded for the money to go to school. We have certain… Expectations you see. So yes, you’ll be a slave for a week, but not in the way you think. Now. Take off your clothes.”
“What?” Annabel shouted, the first and only time in her life as far as I could tell. “There’s no way I’m going to…” And that’s as far as she got.
A scream of pain came from the little thing, much louder than her tiny frame should have permitted, which only got me the harder. Sam had gripped a fistful of her blond hair, wrenched her head sideways, and squeezed her cheeks together with the other hand, forcing the teary eyed girl to look at her.
“The doors are locked, there are no neighbors, no help from your parents, and I’m just dying for a reason to hurt you. Do as we say, when we say, and things will be much better off for you. Understand?”
I remembered last year’s scholarship recipient. My eyes darted to the lamp that was no longer there. At least she couldn’t throw that in a mad dash to the locked door. But Annabel did no such thing. She just let her shoulders sag, and sniffed the sorrow induced snot back into her nose.
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“All of it,” I said. “This isn’t some erotic story, where I keep asking for more clothes to come off. Make me ask twice, and I’ll let Sam here start on you with the whip.”
Anabelle blubbered as her unflattering shirt fell to the floor. The streak of red blush indeed stretched all the way to her non-existent cleavage. “Good girl,” I said as the bra fell next, exposing erect nipples over a small areola, pale, almost ghostly.
She turned and started with her blue jeans. Sam let out a bark of laughter. “Granny panties?” She said. “Are you 18 or 80?” Annabel bit her lip, and looked on the verge of a breakdown.
“Take the sorry things off, and turn your nasty cunt this way, we don’t want you see your ass…yet.”
We stared at the naked teen, both of us eager to exact payment from her nubile flesh.
“Dancer are you?” I asked. Annabel glanced at me, then nodded. “Great. Dance for us.”
“Now? But I’m…” Her words died out in a squeak of fear as Sam leaned forward.
“Dance.”
Sweet, sweet Annabel danced a routine around our living room, her little titties giggling. She was red faced, embarrassed as could be, but things were about to get so much worse for her.
Both Sam and I stripped, then sat back down naked. To her credit, Anna didn’t falter, or stop her routine, but perhaps that had something to do with her closed eyelids.
As she made another circuit, Sam reached out and pulled the nudist into her lap. The slap of skin on skin surprised her more than the abrupt stop. Her eyes widened even farther when she realized nobody was clothed, she wouldn’t even look at my cock.
Sam reached around and started brushing the small hairs between Anna’s legs. She thrashed and tried to wiggle loose, but stopped when she got a slap to the face. “Last warning bitch,” Sam hissed in her ear. “Relax, it’s story time.”
I spent the next 20 minutes watching Sam play with Anna’s body. She rubbed her inner thighs, brushed her labia, tweaked her tiny nipples, the whole while, relating last year’s scholarship winner in vivid detail.
“So you see…” Sam concluded, “that’s why we picked you. We could hear your screaming over the entire stadium, and we like a good screamer, don’t we dear?”
Lifting Annabel felt like lifting a stack of dry towels. I turned and placed her in front of Sam, who was already spread eagle on the couch.
“Ever been with a woman?” I whispered into her ear. She shook her head violently, and seemed on the verge of protest, but I gave her no time. I put both hands on her shoulders, pressed down, and forced the girl to her knees.
Sam took over from there. She reached behind Anna’s head, and pulled her towards her shaved cunt, but before forcing her to eat, she paused, lifted her chin. “You will scream for mommy right?” Then pulled her into her waiting hole.
Sam let her gag several times, let her gasp and thrash for air a few times, let her attempt a few lack luster screams as she pinched the teens nipples, then shrugged.
“Not good enough slut.”
She nodded to me and I dropped to my knees behind Anna.
I was nice, and started with my little finger, lubed to the hilt. Annabel wriggled, twisted, but all in vain. She managed to pull her face up enough to plead, but Sam silenced her in her cunt.
“Want to say something?” She asked mockingly. Sam looked at me. “I can’t make out what she wants, can you help her get a bit louder?”
I could feel sweet Annabel trembling beneath my hands, as they closed in around her hips. I shifted, gripped both ass cheeks, spread them and froze.
It was so small. The smallest, tightest asshole I’d ever seen. I grinned, slapped on a bit more lube, then leaned in close.
“This is going to hurt.”
Sweet Annabel whimpered as my penis brushed her anus. She jerked helplessly as I applied pressure. She thrashed and twisted as I popped my head through her virgin ass. She bucked, kicked, squirmed, and writhed in pain as I slid all the way into her.
By the time my sack was resting on her skin, she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Sam’s eyes rolled back into her sockets, she had an iron grip on the teens hair, pulling her this way and that, hissing encouragement the entire time.
“That’s it whore, scream into my cunt, good girl, good girl.”
I pulled out almost all the way. Sam let her up for air. “Please,” Annabel sobbed, “please, I…” She let out another scream as I plowed her butthole again. I glanced at the missing lamp, glad once again we’d removed it, or this little vixen just might have shattered it with her voice.
The screams morphed into muffled, sloshy garble as Sam smothered the poor girl in her folds.
“Yesss,” she hissed. “Come on baby, let’s break this bitch.”
I started fucking the tight teen hole with vigor, each thrust elevating the decibels. Sam spasmed, wrapped her muscular legs around Anna’s head, and came for all she was worth.
When her convulsing ended, she slowly unwrapped her legs, and lifted Annabel’s face to meet hers.
I continued my anal aggression, each thrust ripping a new scream, a new sob from the girls lips. Sam bushed strands of sweat slick blonde hair from Anna’s face, tucked them tenderly behind her ear, and kept whispering encouragement. “Good girl, take that dick. You’re doing so good, shhhh.”
Tear drops, black with mascara dripped onto Sam’s bare legs. The sight drove me into a frenzy.
Poor sweet Annabel Adams. Her small, tight lipped anus was now a gaping chasm into which I pumped my engorged member.
I felt myself getting close and nodded to Sam.
“Daddy’s got a special treat for you for being such a good little slut.”
She lifted Anna like a stuffed doll, and positioned her back into her lap.
I straddled the pair, jerking myself furiously. And then I felt it. I leaned forward, pressed my dick head against the bridge of Annas nose, watched her eyes go crossed trying to focus. She really didn’t have a clue what a penis looked like.
Sam put both hands on either side of Annabel’s head, holding her still.
My load burst out, coated little Anna’s white face with even whiter cum. I shot it on her face, her neck, and finally on those tiny titties… I’d have make time to play with those soon.
“Good girl,” Sam whispered in her ear. She smeared my semen on the girls face, then took a little and started rubbing her unwilling clit.
“Let’s see what you look like when you cum.” I grabbed a camera from a nearby table and started to record.
“After that, you can get started on those bathrooms.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o2ynlp/the_price_of_admission_noncon_painal_3some_age_gap