Brien threw his door shut and sprinted to the neighbor’s front door.
He pounded furiously with the edge of his fist until he heard the alarmed cry from within “Coming! I’m coming!” A second later. “Who is it?”
“It’s Brien from next door,” he said. “Your parents asked me to watch the house while they were away, and I’ve got to talk to you about something important.”
He heard a chain removed, and the door opened a sliver. Julia peeked out through the gap. Her long, brown hair was wet, and she was clutching a wet robe closed at her neck. Her eyes were wide and brown and bright. “Can this wait? I’m in the shower.”
“No,” he pushed the door open and walked past her. “This has to happen right now.” She was off-balance, and he had to keep pressing if he was going through with this.
“Okay, what?” Julia asked, puzzled, and clutching the thin robe to her wet form. “What’s wrong?”
Brien held up his phone to show her a photo on the screen. Once he was sure she had seen it, he swiped to the next and then the next. Julia flushed and covered her hand with her mouth. The first photo was her standing under the stream of her shower, washing shampoo from her hair. Her whole form naked and shiny. The next showed her sitting on the shower bench and directing the showerhead between her thighs quite graphically. In the next photo, her face contorted in ecstasy while she pulled at her nipple with one hand and humped the showerhead with the other.
“Oh my god! What…how did, “she couldn’t even think.
“Exactly! What are you trying to do, you little cock tease!”
Now she was stunned into silence. She shook her head and worked her jaw, but she was confused and humiliated. Her cheeks flushed, and to her horror, she felt her nipples stiffen. This man had been peeping into her bathroom and seen her doing something private that immediately brought her shame.
“Look what you did, whore!” Brien pointed to the obvious tent that was in his loose sweatpants. Julia’s mind reeled. She had never knowingly been this close to an actual man’s erection. Then she noticed a growing pinpoint wet spot at the top of the tent. “Is this what you wanted?”
She was still trying to form words when he reached out and jerked her robe open. Her large breasts swung free, displaying her large brown areolas as they jiggled. Below her flat stomach, a tangled thatch of dark pubic hair was visible between her thighs.
She tried to run. She pulled away and took three steps away from her neighbor, whose eyes were now wide with lust. He grabbed her by her long hair as she tried to escape his clutches and pushed her face down on the couch. A second later, he threw his body on top of her nestling his rigid member between the cleft of her ass cheeks through his sweatpants and her thin silk robe.
He groaned at the sensation as she begged him to let her up, but he ground his crotch into her ass cheeks. “You wanted this. You wanted my hard cock in you, didn’t you whore? Why else would you flash that pussy and play with yourself in front of me?”
She felt the weight lift off of her long enough for him to wrestle his sweats down his thighs, and then the robe was pulled over her waist, exposing her bare ass. Seconds later, she felt the cock between her thighs, the slick head bumping at her clit.
“Oh, please,” she wailed. Tears now streamed win her cheeks. “Stop! I didn’t mean to tease you! I didn’t know you could see into my shower!”
“Lying whore,” he snarled and shoved her face into the couch. He slipped a hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips apart, and stuck his finger into the first knuckle.
Julia screamed into the pillow.
“You like that, whore?” He said into her ear. “You been thinking about my cock for how long?”
She screamed something into the cushion and then felt his hands spreading her taut brown ass cheeks apart. She felt his erection nestle snugly between her ass cheeks, and he started to grind against her, moaning with lust.
“Is that what you want bitch? You want that white cock, you Latina fuck hole?” Never in her whole sheltered life had anyone spoken to her like that. Indeed, no one had come so close to her private place. She endured this until she felt her hair jerked up again.
She found herself on her knees, her breasts swaying lewdly, her arms tangled in her robe behind her back. Suddenly Brien’s penis was in her face shiny, purple, thick veined, and smelling of she didn’t know what.
He mashed it against her tightly closed lips. Something slimy left a trail across her lips and across her cheek. “Get your fucking mouth open.”
“Please don’t,” she tried to command dignity, but her voice was shaky, desperate. “I’ve never done anything before. I promise I wasn’t trying to tease…”
And mid-syllable, his cock was in her mouth. She gagged as the head pressed against her throat. The first set of balls she had ever seen were slapping her chin. Her eyes overflowed with tears from the assault and the choking. But his grip was iron in her hair, and he pistoned her back and forth in her helpless mouth.
“Yeah, you love getting that whore mouth fucked, don’t you.” He taunted her. She was shocked at the audacity of such a word. But she realized that it was true that she was getting her mouth fucked. All she could do was kneel there with her hair locked om his grasp, saliva drooling onto her breasts and down her belly.
He withdrew from her mouth and wiped the shaft in her face. Slapped each check with it three times and shoved his balls in her lips. “Lick my balls.”
Never had she heard of such a thing, but he mashed them into her face until she complied. She applied her tongue like a dog lapping up water, and when he ordered her to suck on them, she did. His erection balanced on the bridge of her nose, bobbing lewdly as she lapped at his nuts. It was somewhere around here she realized that Brian had been recording the whole thing on his phone.
As she was having this revelation, something hot, thick, and salty shot into her open mouth. Another gush of the fluid landed in her eye and across the bridge of her nose. A third spurt landed in her hair and dripped from an earlobe. He made her pose for the still photos as his seed defiled her face.
“Good,” he grunted. “Now clean this off.” He shoved his cock in her mouth and forced her to suck up all his cum from the shaft and swallow it. She choked down the thick, salty fluid with a cough. But his cock knew no mercy. When, at last, she had sucked his shaft and balls dry, he looked over her semen splattered face and nodded.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
She swayed to her feet, and on rubbery knees, she allowed this man from next door to follow her down the hallway to her bedroom.No man beyond her father had ever entered before, and that this evil old pervert was the first made her shudder.
“Where are your panties?”
Shaking, Julia pointed to her underwear drawer. Brien grabbed her by the elbow and made her stand next to him while he threw all her cotton, granny panties to the floor. “Get rid of these. Buy thongs” He finally found a pair of lacy black bikini’s he found acceptable and turned to look at her.
He flipped them, so the gusset was facing out and then scooped up every last drop of his seed from her face and then flipped them again and held them out to her. “Put these on.”
The church girl looked mortified, but he slapped her again. “Are you deaf or stupid? PUT.THEM.ON.”
Tears now flowing again, she stepped into her underwear and pulled them up her thighs, running slime trail up her thighs and squished into her bush.
“Now finish getting dressed, whore.” he said. “I told your parents I’d make sure you got to your midterm on time.”
Numb and unable to do anything but comply, she reached again for her underwear drawer, but he smacked her hand.
“Uh uh, No bra. Let that fucking Jesus college get a good look at that shit.”
Nodding and sobbing, she put on a floor-length, grey, cotton dress.
“Run a brush through your hair. Those college boys will see that and want their turn.”
Once the dress was on, he watched her put on her sandals and walked her to her car.
“I expect to see you at my house after six o’clock, or I’ll text your mother. I saw men at your house.”
It almost seemed like she spent all day sitting n her car just shaking. But she did go to school but did not remember any part of it besides dropping off her blue book.
It was almost dark when she returned home.
She knew it was insanity to go to his house. She should call the police. Bolt her doors. Runaway. But her mother’s delicate condition meant any upset could be her end. So she steadied herself and decided that she would let him know that she was not his toy. She was not to be used like some rag.
Julia pounded on his front door. Rage and courage all knotted up together. But when the door opened, it was not Brien but a man much younger with a strong family resemblance.
“Oh hey, Uncle Brien is waiting on you.” and gestured to the living room.
When she entered the living room, she hoped for a moment that the witness would give her some sort of reprieve. He seemed like a nice, enough young man*. But when she entered the living room, the flatscreen TV was alive with the looped video of Brien mouth fucking her, naked and wet in her living room.*
“See, there she is,” Brien called out from the couch. “I told you that piece of as was real.”
The younger man flushed. “Wow. You’re in the flesh.”
It didn’t seem like it could be real. All her secrets were exposed on 110 inches of TV in front of this stranger, with her rapist sitting like a cat fresh after his canary dinner.
“Well, god damn it, girl, can’t you see you’ve got your number one fan in the room with you? Be a good hostess and suck his dick.”
She looked at Brien in disbelief. She barely moved but shook her head to deny him.
“Jesus Christ,” Brien got up, exasperated, and walked over to her. “You’ll have to excuse her, Stuart. She’s new.”
He grabbed Julia by the hair and pulled her ear close to him. “Don’t embarrass me. “He said harshly and pulled her over the arm of his couch and raised her skirt up over her waist.
Brien grabbed the underwear he had put her in that morning and yanked them down her legs. Immediately, he inspected the crotch and saw that crusted remains of his seed. Het thighs still smeared with his emissions.
“What a good little slut. She didn’t even try to clean my jizz out. That deserves a reward.” Wadding up the panties, so the crotch was on the outside, he shoved them in her Mouth then shredded the dress off her back. His breasts swayed free, jiggling obscenely before her attackers. Dragged by her hair, she was shoved down in the center of the couch. Brien took a seat to the left of her and gestures for Stuart to sit on the other side.
“So we’re all going t sit here and get acquainted with this little piece of cinema you created this morning.: Stuart, get you dick out. This little slut is going skiing.”
Unable to believe what was happening, she heard a zipper being pulled down and felt her slim, delicate hand wrap around Stuart’s fat, stubby erection.
The television screen cleared and the still shots of Julia masturbating in the shower came up in a slide show. Brien pulled down his musky smelling sweats and gripped her hand around his member like a warm handshake.
The host froze the slide where she was mid-climax, the showerhead furiously pounding into her virgin clit, her head thrown back in a tangled ecstasy.
“See, if you were just innocent in that shower, you wouldn’t be twisted up in your whore-ish ecstasy. You wanted to ring the devil’s doorbell, and he answered.” Maintaining a dual handed stroking pace, she felt Stuart grown bolder and suck a nipple into his mouth. Lightning shot through her body from her nipple to her vagina. She felt her thighs starting to moisten with arousal. *Don’t;* her mind screamed out a prayer, *I don’t want this!*
“And here’s where you got your fantasy.”
The video started with Brien falling on her back with her arms tangled in her robe, breasts exposed to the room. Nipples erect, declaring a shameful arousal.
She saw him lift himself long enough to free his member and then watched as he pressed his cock between the cheeks of her ass and just ground lustily into her. Degrading her, growling, pulling hair, and calling her out as a whore.
The camera swayed wildly, and she was suddenly watching him run bis cock around her face and lips. The humiliation burned in her cheeks, confronted with an outside view.
“Get your fucking mouth open!”
“Please don’t,” she cried and then started gagging as she watched herself being mouth fucked again.
Stuart Groaned, and a geyser of cum erupted between her fingers. It landed on her right breasts and across her lips and on her neck. The fluid felt molten dripping down her flesh. Slowly, the girl released her hand and looked at the salty, sticky glove with horror.
No sooner had this happened, then she felt Brien’s hand on the back of her head.
“Where’s your god damned etiquette whore? Lick that up!”
Brien forced her face down into Stuart’s sticky crotch, and she coughed out her panties. Stuart guided her mouth to every last drop. She lapped at his seed like a hungry puppy. Groaning, Stuart slapped her face with his cock as she sucked his cum out of the folds in his balls.
Brien pulled her up onto her knees on the couch, her head pressed into his nephew’s penis. He pulled apart the young student’s ass cheeks and slid a thumb easily into her dripping wet cunt.
“Holy fuck, bitch. You got a regular slip and slid going on down here.”
She curled his fingers into her mons and grabbed the fur of her bush, still matted with the semen from this morning gestating in her soiled panties all day.
On TV, she heard herself pleading with her rapist again and again.
Satisfied that Stuart was serviced, Brien pulled her head up and guided her mouth to his still rigid cock.
“Get back there are get you some of that pussy,” Brien waved him over.
And this was Julia’s first Fuck.
It was soft at first, having recently been spent, but her mouth cleaning had restored it partially. It slid in gradually despite her wetness. She hated it, but she could feel her labia throbbing, pulsing, hungry to be fed.
His balls slapped against her clit, sending a shiver down her spine. Brien was not allowing her up to breath, just pumping away at her mouth, and Stuart maddened her with his slow, deliberate pounding punctuated by groans and just moaning “puuuusssy” now and again.
The old man finally withdrew his shaft but kept the tip in her mouth and pumped his thick load into it. He groaned as he spent and pulled himself clear of her lips to be sure and repaint her pretty face.
And then Stuart slipped a finger into her asshole.
Out of all the things that happened to her that day, that was an act she had never considered. It shocked and surprised her and made her clench her Kegels, and then a familiar warmth spread out from between her legs as she came on her rapists cock. In the process, she squeezed his member so hard that he unloaded deep inside her.
“Oh, Oh my god,” he grunted and ground himself against her vagina, compressing her clit until fireworks exploded in her brain.
She lost control of her limbs, jerking madly, thrusting her pelvis against Stuart as she felt the warm drip of his cum welling inside of her.
Brien grabbed a hand full of her hair and wiped his cock off with it, and sat down on the couch, his flagging erection inches from her face. She sprawled on the couch, shaking, Stuart’s jizz pooling between her thighs.
“Now, get your ass in there and make us some steak and eggs. Don’t make no plans for tomorrow night, either. I been telling some guys from the bar about you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jjzz7x/breaking_julia_pt_1_nc_blackmail_age_gap
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