Most Saturday mornings consisted of teenagers sleeping in or getting over a hang over. Holly's consisted of her academic coach taking advantage of her in her family's home while they were gone for a week long vacation to visit friends in Venice. She could have gone. But she didn't feel like spending another summer in a place she'd already been one too many times. Instead, she told her Coach about being free all week.
The much older man smothered the fifteen year old in her bed. His big body forced her legs wide open while he drove his tongue deep into that beautiful mouth of hers. She always tasted so sweet, so good. Her slender arms didn't even cover his back as she ran her nails across his skin, begging for more.
Keeping her baggy shirt on, he slipped her thong off and pulled down the front of his pants so his thirteen inch stiff cock could swing freely.
Holly could feel her heart pounding as he gripped her thighs and held them firmly, keeping her legs wide. The vixen red head felt the thick rod of his cock slipping up and down the slit of her vagina. He teased her tiny clit with the thick head of dick and then he pressed at the opening of her pussy.
She screamed loudly as he sank that big bastard deep inside her. The burning sensation mixed with tingling pleasure made her gasp loudly.
Paul grunted at the hot flesh sucking on his thick cock. She had the best pussy he'd ever fucked. Well, it was a toss up between her and her best friend, whom he'd raped just last month when she was in a drunken stupor. Still, taking advantage of these sweet and delicate flowers were the hottest sexual intercourse he'd ever experienced and never wanted to end.
The room was filled with the slapping of his hips against the young girl's pelvis. The older man was like a well oiled machine, using his length and thick girth like a piston pushing in and out of her wet and hot cunt while she cried out with each stroke.
"AH! AH! AH!" Instinctively, Holly tried to stop him from fucking her so hard, but it was pointless. He always did what he wanted and forced her to like it.
"God, that is so fucking tight." Feeling great, Paul swung harder and faster, holding the girl down so he could swing his hips freely. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
Through gritted teeth, Holly endured the fucking, taking the brutal pleasure and pain together as he forced her to orgasm again and again. Getting dicked down by her coach was harder than cheer training. Way more fun too. She was addicted to the strain he forced on her pussy. Emotionally, she hated him. But she wanted this. Enjoyed getting fucked by him, being treated like some sort of whore.
Which was why their relationship worked. She had statutory rape charges on him, and he had her mentally fucked for craving more of his cock.
Yanking his slick cock out of the screaming teenager, Paul picked her up and flipped her onto her stomach, popping her hips up. Like a good girl, Holly spread her legs, giving him a sexy visual of that naked and pink pussy. Her vagina was plump and wet from having been used by him. Hands on her hips he shoved every inch of himself back inside, impaling her into every thrust. Lord have mercy, she was still so fucking tight.
She screamed and moaned openly, the sounds getting cut off with each burning penetration. He was like a wild fucking animal doing whatever he wanted to her, and she loved it even if she hated him.
"I know what you need." Paul grunted in pleasure, sweating as that little pussy gripped his cock more and more. "Keep your fucking legs open. Fuck. FUCK!"
Holly cried as another orgasm ripped through her, and then another, and another. She tried to get away but he was so strong, keeping her where she was until he was ready to let her go. Limp and exhausted, she lay there and took the hardcore fucking, watching him brutalize her from the mirror across the room. Their predatory relationship turned her on so much. She was just as sick as him.
Paul hollered as he shot a hot load inside the teenager, nearly seizing up as he unloaded his cum. When he was done he sat back, his cock slipping out that little pussy. White semen spilled out of that swollen vagina and he couldn't help but slip a finger up and down her beautiful vagina.
"Oh my fucking god." Holly lay there as he played with her clit, whimpering as he teased her. "I need food."
"Same."
He showered first while she scrolled through her phone. All he could think about was food and sex whenever he was around the fifteen year old. Fuck her and then fuel with food to fuck her again. If he wasn't careful she was going to be the death of him. She was still on her bed doom-scrolling when he stepped out her bathroom.
"Give it to me."
She gave him her phone but when she went to get up he held her down. Angling the phone over her face he unlocked it and scrolled through her messages to numerous people. Mainly boys.
He smirked. "You must be really bored when I'm not around."
She snorted. "Don't be so full of yourself."
He didn't care about the Slim Jims that seemed to be all over her messages and socials. What made his ego big was that she never sent them anything back. His little slut was a demon when it came to getting boys to do what she wanted.
He felt her hands on his cock, stroking it up and down. His own hand immediately moved to pull her t-shirt up so he could tease her nipples before moving between her legs. Widening his legs, he straddled over her face with his imposing penis.
"You sure you can handle this?"
She opened her mouth in response, those beautiful lips parting in anticipation.
Nails dug and scratched his thighs as the older man fucked her throat raw. She choked and gagged on his thick girth, struggling to handle this level of raw foreplay. But he did give her a chance, one that she turned down.
She gasped when he finally pulled his cock from her mouth. Coughing, she wiped precum from her face. Paul whipped the t-shirt off her and carried her to the shower where he pinned her to the wall and fucked her in the air while water rained on them.
They spent the weekend together, chatting and eating, laughing at silly memes and teasing each other. And whenever he wanted to, he treated her like the good little cum bucket that she was. Thank god for her being on the pill otherwise she'd have been pregnant by now.
At school, she stayed late so they could fuck. She was addicting to be inside of, but he really needed to be careful. He didn't want her getting too clingy, and considered taking a break from their little activity. Just to wean her off him a bit.
That was when he started thinking of Delilah. His sweet little victim that had no recollection of what they had done together two weeks prior in a dark room. Maybe she'd make a good distraction from Holly.
Paul sat in his office with the pretty red head on his lap. She was yapping away about colleges and programs of study. Thinking about Delilah made him hard and so in the middle of her speaking he picked her up and placed her stomach first against his desk.
"I'm trying to talk about school." She was jerked around as he tugged her skirt up, ripping her underwear in the process.
"Open your legs." He unzipped his pants to pull out his thick and massive cock. Not waiting for her to do as he said he just placed his tip at her entrance and gave one hard push.
Holly screamed as he filled her tight vagina. It was so fucking painful since he didn't wait for her to get fully wet. She couldn't help but scream with each violent thrust inside her, glad that it was after hours for school that she could even be this loud.
"It hurts!" She cried as he continued slapping his hips against her ass.
"You'll feel better soon." Paul closed his eyes. "Fuck."
Holly lifted her leg onto the table as the older man fucked her hard and relentlessly. Her body started responding, slicking his cock and making their fornication easier, especially as his tip slammed into her uterus repeatedly.
"You're so fucking wet." He pulled her hair into a ponytail and wrapped it around his fist, keeping the teenager in place so he could destroy her tight little cunt.
The red headed brat gasped with each hit that rocked her between pleasure and pain. Each forceful entry burned through her, building the climax quickly and making her orgasm. Nails curled around the front of his desk as she endured the hardest fucking of their taboo relationship.
Her sweet little pussy squeezed his cock so good. He almost felt bad that she could barely handle their hardcore fornication. But he felt too good to really care about her feelings. What mattered was how he felt and how good he was at taking advantage of these little whores.
The strangled screams she made, made him an animal and he made her suffer by finishing her off in short but hard pumps, his cock punching into her gut. All thirteen inches of his girthy dick was inside this delicious fifteen year old slut.
Keeping her shaking legs spread, he pulled his cock slowly from her, watching his thick meat glisten from her wet vagina. That silky pink pussy begged to have him back inside, gripping him with greed when he slipped out totally.
Her coach was in a certain mood tonight, she could tell. He was super aggressive and rough, gripping her hips tightly and kissing her raw. He was overpowering her to the point of fear as he forced her body to orgasm. The fucking was more brutal. The positions always hurting her first before making her feel good.
"Aren't you going to cum?" She asked breathlessly, exhausted even as he rearranged her on top of him. His cock was still as stiff and hard, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. "I have to get home."
He slapped her before gripping her face tightly. "You go home when I tell you to go home, do you understand?"
Scared, she nodded. She was on the verge of tears as he held her hips tightly, angling his cock upward.
"You fucking take this cock, you little whore. Fucking take it." He rammed his cock inside that tight pussy, forcing her up and down. "UGH! FUCK YEAH. Take that fucking cock. I know you fucking like it."
"It hurts!" She hated this position the most because he always stabbed her too deep and she couldn't stop him. "IT HURTS! AH! AH!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, you skank!" Paul thrust wildly into the teenager. Her fear turned him on even more and the sick bastard fucked her harder, deeper, forcing her to take the frenzied thrusts. "You want me to hurt you? I'll fucking hurt you, do you understand?"
She cried as he full on raped her. Holly felt the way she was supposed to as she was forced to endure the violent assault. Still, her body responded on its own, making a wet mess of her and his precum as he grunted with each stroke until finally he ejaculated a hot and full load inside her. The girl was still crying when he finished coming. He knew what to do though. Knew how to keep her as his forever. Gently, he kissed her, coaxed her out of the fear.
"It's ok. Hey, hey, it's fine. Was that scary? Are you scared?" He kissed her face and her lips. "Hey, relax. That was just foreplay, ok?" He pushed her red hair from her face. "I got a little carried away. But you're so pretty I couldn't help it."
Finally quiet, Holly stared up at him before slapping him. Astonished and amused, Paul laughed.
"You're such a fucking asshole." She rubbed her face. "That hurt."
Holding her naked sweaty body against his, Paul kissed her deeply. He was slow and sensual with it now, creating the never ending pit of trauma bond. He put her on her back and lay over her, keeping her leg hiked on his hip and his thick cock inside her, still hard and heavy.
Holly moaned as he started thrusting in and out of her again, this time not as deep or hard. He was actually gentle and kind for once, which was alarming but also really sweet. Her vagina clenched, feeling really good as he fucked her nice and slow.
"That feels good," she moaned. "That feels so good."
Paul had to fight not to go animalistic on her. This was the ultimate treatment to their special little relationship. A salve to smooth the violence he forced on her. So he fucked her nice and slow, made her pant and moan and orgasm. Made her small and tight pussy suck on his cock for more of his semen. After he came inside her, they lay tired and out of breath on the floor of his office.
The knock on his locked door startled both of them.