Young Girl Scout Leader and Perverted Grandpa (Girl’s True Nature) – Pt. 2

Britney’s young tender body is filled with confusion. She has something to tell Norman. He has more to teach her – about her true nature.

It’d been seven long days and nights. Britney’s 19 year old body had recovered from losing her virginity. Norman, the 60 year old man she’d visited for her Girl Scout troop, had raped her.

But he hadn’t simply shoved his cock into her pussy… and ass, then made her suck and swallow his cum, that caused her anguish. It was the words, the names he’d called her that echoed in her mind. It was those unexpected feelings, her own reactions to what he’d done to her – that bothered her the most.
Now, a week later, Britney sat in her car outside Norman’s shabby home.

The young girl had been contemplating this for several days. Should she go back, confront the disgusting pervert who’d so brutally fucked her the week before? What would she say? Her mind was filled with questions.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, there was a strange, deeply disturbing desire, for more. But she could control that. She’d keep it hidden, buried while she spoke with him, telling him how much he’d… hurt her.

Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Britney walked onto Norman’s porch. Knocking firmly, she noticed her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric. Quickly brushed her hands over her 32-DD breasts, she endeavored to adjust her blouse.

The door’s window-curtain parted. Norman’s unshaven face peaked out. When the door swung open, Britney saw Norman wearing only his boxers. “You’re back,” the old man’s said gruffly. “Why?”
It wasn’t the greeting Britney had expected.

“I… I wanted to…” she stammered. She’d planned what to say. She knew why she’d come back – to revisit this molester. But his cold uncaring attitude rattled her resolve.

“What girl?” he asked. “You want… what? Maybe you want to come inside?” Stepping close to the 5’2” girl, Norman’s hand grabbed Britney’s arm. Pulling her inside, he continued, “Maybe, little slut, you want more – like last week.”
Britney inhaled deeply. He’d called her a slut, again. The name, the word sent a shiver through her tender body. She need to stay in control, not let the repressed tingling emerge.

Glancing toward his gray sofa, Britney realized Norman wasn’t alone. A large black man of similar age sat listening to their conversation.
“Don’t mind him,” Norman said, sliding his right hand over Britney’s tits. He’d noticed her firm nipples pressing against the girl’s t-shirt. “That’s Roscoe. I told him all about you.”

Britney’s eye grew wide, hearing there was another man who knew what Norman had done to her. Trying again, she stammered, “I wanted you to know, I’m not a….” her voice froze.
Norman’s left hand slipped into his boxers. Pushing the front down, he pulled his soft 6” cock from its confinement.

Britney stared at the thick flaccid shaft, hanging only a couple feet from her. A surge of excitement shot through her body. Her tummy tightened and legs quivered. But this wasn’t why she was here!

Norman stepped closer to the girl he’d raped last week. Pulling her hand to his soft cock, he wrapped her fingers around its girth. Smiling wickedly he asked, “You’re not a… what? Say it,” he growled. “Hold my cock and tell me what you’re – not.”

Britney felt the man’s warm flesh as her fingers reflexively squeezed and massaged the limp shaft. “I’m not a…” she paused, “a slut.” Her timid voice had the innocence of a little girl.

Norman smiled lustfully hearing her feeble proclamation. He knew what he was going to do to her. She’d come back to him – she obviously wanted more. “Get on your knees, slut,” he demanded.

Britney’s small head slowly shook – no. However, her hand never released its firm grip on Norman’s cock. Her brown eyes looked directly into his as her knees wobbled.
“I want you on your knees, whore,” he repeated.

Britney watched his face raise toward the ceiling. His body seemed to be growing rapidly. Her mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Then she felt the floor bump against her knees. She understood, Norman hadn’t grown, she’d knelt – just as he’d commanded.
“You’re going to suck my cock,” he hissed. “But first, tell me what you are.”

The young girl looked at the soft cock in her hand. Lifting it to her face, she knew what she was supposed to do. But – tell him… what? She didn’t understand that statement.
“What are you?” Norman repeated, “Say it.” Grabbing Britney’s two long black ponytails, Norman tilted her head back. WHOP, he slapped the girl’s face who knelt before him. “Tell me you’re a slut.”

Britney quietly mumbled, “I… I’m a… Slut.”
“Yessssssss,” Norman groaned triumphantly. “And sluts suck cock. Suck me, whore.”
Britney lifted the soft shaft to her mouth. Sliding her lips halfway down the warm tube, her tongue tasted the cock which had raped her a few days ago. Slowly, it grew hard in her mouth, bumping against the opening of her throat.

While her fingers tickled the old man’s balls, her thoughts turned to what might be next. She was once again at Norman’s mercy. She hadn’t come her to be molested – or had she? The warm wonderful feeling between her legs had become very noticeable. Did she want… was she really… a slut?

Shoving his cock into Britney’s throat, Norman held her cute nose in his pubic hair. Her small hands pushed against his legs, her back arched as she gagged.
Watching the young girl’s body writhe at his feet, he asked with total disregard, “Britney, having trouble breathing?” Chuckling as he pulled his cock from her mouth, he commanded, “To my bed, slut. You know where it is.”

Stumbling down the hallway, she gasped for breath known what had happened last time she’d been on Norman’s bed. Norman and Roscoe walked close behind.
Standing near the foot of his bed, she turned to see the two men’s faces. Their eyes were filled with lust and total disregard for her.

Dropping his boxers to the floor, Norman stepped toward Britney. “Why are you still dressed?” he asked, his tone malevolent.
Pulling the t-shirt over her head, the two long ponytails she always wore fell across her shoulders. Britney slowly unfastened her jeans, sliding them down her slender tanned legs. She saw Roscoe kicking his jeans toward the wall as her bra fell, freeing her luscious breast for the men’s view.

“Damn girl,” Roscoe observed, “White cotton panties? I though only little girls wore those!” Sliding his hand over his thick black 7” cock, he moaned, “you’re going to feel real good wrapped around this.”
Shaking her head, Britney’s mind tried to comprehend how this had happened so quickly. She’d come to Norman’s place to talk – or so she tried to convince herself as he pushed her panties to the dirty floor.

Norman gave her a firm shove backwards. Her small body bounced as she fell across the mattress at a cattycorner angle. He lifted her legs, pressing his knees toward her large tits. Slipping the head of his cock to her cunt, Norman pushed the tip between her tight warm pussy lips.

On her back, Britney looked at the old man standing between her uplifted legs. She felt his cock touching her… again. She knew what was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

“I didn’t come…” she started to protest.
Norman interrupted, saying, “What do you want? Tell me.”

Britney bit her lower lip as she stared at the uncaring old man. “I…” she hesitated, feeling the thick head of his cock throbbing between her legs. Her mind, filled with confused thoughts screamed as she opened her mouth, to tell him she wanted to leave.
But her ears heard her voice declare, “fuck me.”

“Good slut,” Norman groaned, shoving his cock deep into her pussy.
“Noooooooooooo,” Britney screamed. The sudden intrusion into her tiny hole had been unexpected. The tight walls of her cunt were warm and wet. Her body betrayed her intentions, contradicted her words of objection.

Though her cunt was tight, nearly as tight as the week before, Norman’s cock was welcomed by Britney’s slick hole. “Tell me again,” he demanded, mercilessly driving his cock into her with total disregard. “Say it… tell me.”
Britney’s mind was foggy. Her screams turned to moans. As her head dangled near the edge of the bed, she moaned, “I’m a… slut. Fuck me.”

Those were the words Roscoe had been waiting to hear. Stepping close, he pointed the head of his long black shaft toward her small face. “Suck me useless whore,” he groaned, sliding the shaft into her mouth. A moment later, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, her nose pressing against his balls. She gagged.

Britney’s belly tightened with each deep-throat insertion. Her cunt slammed shut around Norman’s cock. Her body was theirs to use and enjoy. It didn’t matter to either of the men if Britney wanted this to happen. She was there for them, not visa-versa.

Focusing on breathing, Britney hadn’t realized her body was about to betray her. Laying under the pounding molestation of Norman’s cock, her small cunt was becoming warmer, more aroused. Her tight slick pussy walls which sucked his cock were not in pain, as they’d been the week before. Today, Britney’s body was… almost enjoying… being raped.

Suddenly Norman noticed her legs had spread wider, her hips slightly bucking against his cock. “Filthy whore’s going to cum,” he announced.
Britney’s body quivered, her hands squeezed her tits. She’d never experienced such a magically wonderful feeling. Still gagging on Roscoe’s cock she tried to moan. She was indeed cumming… pumping her hot liquid onto the disgusting old man’s shaft.

“Good whore,” Norman encouraged. Feeling her slick juices coat his cock, Norman knew what little Britney needed. As she finished her orgasm, he announced, “Roscoe, let’s fuck her.”
The two men had enjoyed other young girls in the past.

Pulling his cock from Britney’s throat, Roscoe lay on the bed. His glistening cock throbbed as it hung above his stomach. “Climb on, little girl,” Roscoe instructed, “Time to be fucked… used like the slut you are.”
Norman slipped his thrusting shaft from her still oozing cunt, pointing toward his friend’s cock. “Get on, whore.”

Still weak from her orgasm, Britney crawled up Roscoe’s body.
Grabbing her shoulders, he jerking her body up and over his. “You know where to put my cock. Do it.”
Britney positioned her pussy over the black shaft. Cautiously lowering her hips, she felt the thick pole enter her body. “Ohhhhhh,” she groaned, his cock larger than Norman’s. “I… can’t,” she moaned.

Roscoe looked into her pleading eyes. “Filthy little girl. You’re just fuck-meat to us.”
A strange surge of excitement shot through Britney’s body. That name – fuck-meat – she’d never been called anything so repulsive, so degrading, so… descriptive.
As Roscoe repeatedly drove his cock into her, she realized that was exactly what she was.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Britney screamed. Focused on Roscoe’s cock, she’d forgotten about Norman’s. A sudden painful fullness shot through her body. Norman’s cock was in her ass. The old man, kneeling behind her, held her hips as his shaft slid into her butt.

Britney’s head dropped to Roscoe’s chest. The four hands of the men shoved and jerked her body in different directions. Their cocks drove deep into her pussy and ass… sometimes together, sometimes independent.
Minutes passed. Britney was their rag-doll, their… fuck-meat. The pain of their merciless pounding into her small body was – pure bliss.

“Ummmmm, Sluuuuut,” Roscoe moaned, driving his cock deep into her young pussy. His shaft jerked inside her, filling her with his thick goo. It’d been a long time since he’d fucked anyone this tight. “Gooooood whore,” he groaned, fulfilling his deviant desires.

Britney moaned softly as the two cocks ravaged her nearly innocent body. Moments later, there was a peculiar emptiness. “Ohhhhh,” Britney gasped, uncertain what had just happened.

Norman had once again jerked his cock from her tiny asshole, moving quickly to the side of the bed. Grabbing Britney’s long hair, he jerked her face toward his cock. “Suck it slut,” he commanded, pointing his cock at her head. “Suck your ass, swallow my cum.”
Without hesitation, he pushed the head into her mouth, between her lips.

“Ummmmm,” Norman groaned. His cock immediately pulsed inside the warm space of Britney’s mouth. His cum spilled freely, gushing toward her throat. “Swaaaaallow,” he commanded his little victim.

Britney’s lips squeezed tight around the head of Norman’s cock as it pumped in her mouth. The thick cum slid down her throat. Tasting her own ass as her tongue licked the tip, she knew she should be repulsed. But she wasn’t.
Roscoe’s cock in her pussy begin shrinking, drawing his cum from her cunt as it did. She tasted Norman’s cum – and her ass.

She’d told herself she’d visited this place, today, just to talk. But on her knees, with two old men’s cock in her beautiful young body, Britney accepted the truth. She’d come to Norman’s home because she was a filthy slut – just a piece of fuck-meat.

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