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by Dusty Angel
velyn was sitting on a mattress, undressed, her face flushed and damp with tears. She hugged her knees while Travis yelled at her. How could she be drunk like this again, she couldn't even stand up, what was she doing, did she want to drink herself to death, he loved her too much to watch her do this to herself.
She cried through it all.
"Stop fucking crying. You do this to yourself."
She rested her head on her knees and kept silent.
Travis grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. "I said stop." He let go and smiled down at her. "Sorry."
She looked at him, blankly. He asked if she had anything to say, and she just kept staring. He knelt directly in front of her, on the bed and returned her glares. He slapped her, and got no response. He shoved her backwards and asked again.
"What is going on in that drunken little mind of yours?" He leaned over her and matched her unfocused gaze. She closed her eyes as he stroked her cheek with his fingers. He held his face close to hers. "Open your eyes." She didn’t react. He climbed off of her, off the bed and began digging through a dresser drawer. She tried to watch him and feign unconciousness at the same time, and failed at one or the other, however, in her current state, she couldn’t tell which.
His rummaging proved useless; he shut the drawer and made his way to the bathroom to look in the cabinet under the sink. Once again, he came up with nothing. Angrily, he climbed back to the bed and sat on top of Evelyn.
:What did you do with it?"
"With what?" She tried to open her eyes, but gave up and put her limited energy towards squirming out from underneath him.
He leaned forward, putting his hands on her shoulders and easily overpowering her. "You little bitch."
She giggled. "What did I do?"
He laid down on top of her and whispered into her ear. "You fucking rat." She giggled again, and he kissed her.
Travis sat up and looked down at the limp, naked little girl below him. What he felt was a mixture of compassion, anger and sexual desire, to which he responded the only way he ever had, and the only way he really knew how; he slapped her.
She whimpered and attempted to recoil into a little ball in the corner of the room, but after a moment she realized that she could barely move her limbs and that she had a good hundred and eighty pounds at least pinning her down. So, she responded the only way she ever had, and the only way she really knew how. "I want you."
And she did.
He’d known this was coming, it always worked this way. "Stay," he whispered. She lay obediently as he stood. Her eyes were open now, and she watched him strip. He slipped his boxers off and crawled back on the bed, standing on all fours above her.
She focused on his hard dick for a moment before closing her eyes again and laying her head back. She opened her mouth and awaited what is always given to an orally fixated drunk girl, but found herself surprised by a filled pussy instead.
Her disappointment faded with every thrust. She could feel her juices dripping along her flesh. She tried to listen to the sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her drenched cunt, but couldn't keep herself from moaning.
Travis was silent vocally, but quite obviously enjoying himself. He spread her legs and held them there as he forced himself inside her.
She whimpered quietly, evidently aching, but too pleasured to care. He was a little too big for her - it's not that he was excessively large, but she was a young girl, not fully developed. Besides, it seems readily apparent that the pain was what brought her to the heights some can never reach.
He rammed his dick into her once more and held himself as far inside as he could. She seemed to have regained enough conciousness to keep her legs spread on her own, so he reached along her outstretched torso and felt for her breasts. He caressed them gently, and she began to relax.
Of course, they weren't the type to relax, so Travis took care of the inevitable and pinched her nipples, one with each hand. He held on like a vice and began slamming himself in and out of her. He leaned backwards a little, holding her nipples for balance and rammed his cock all the way inside of her, something he was rarely able to do without her causing him some form of returned abuse. She started out moaning softly, but as he drove himself into her soaked pussy, her volume grew. He tightened his grip on her nipples, something neither of them actually thought was possible, and pulled as he thrust. She couldn't help herself anymore and began screaming. He pounded his dick into her, finding himself completely enveloped in her flesh over and over again.
Her screaming would have someone up to their room within minutes, but he was reluctant to stop. He liked the feeling of her juices matting his pubic hair, and the way it looked when he disappeared entirely within her. He hesitated a moment, but pulled himself out. She whined and bitched and screamed at him, even louder than before. She wanted him back inside.
He did the only thing he could think of, and slid his penis down her throat. She calmed down a bit and nursed from him, but was still extremely angry at being unsatisfied. She lifted her pelvis into the air and tried to vocalize a request, causing him to almost fall over with the sudden gratifying vibrations.
He understood, though, and with a little bit of trouble keeping himself in her mouth, he turned around and lay across her. She sucked vigerously with anticipation. He slipped two fingers of one hand inside her and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger of the other, bringing her to a gentle climax. She moaned softly as she came, drawing him to an orgasm with her voice.
She was more than content with the outcome of the night; the juices sliding down her throat and those dripping from her vagina were delicious and comforting, however, she was still hesitant to let go of his cock. She whimpered as he pulled himself from her lips, but he replaced it with a kiss, and helped her to sleep, where she could dream about the prior encounter and wake up the next morning to experience it again.
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