Trapped by pervert Nabour

My name is Abigail, and I am 19 years old. I stay in a small apartment , close to my college. It is one of those old buildings where the walls are thin, and you can hear everything from next door. I am studying commerce, and life is busy with classes, friends, and part-time job at a cafe. I am not too tall, about 5 feet 4, with long black hair, fair skin, and a body that gets looks from boys full breasts, size 34C, slim waist, and a round ass that fills my jeans nicely. I keep fit by walking to college, but I am shy, not the type to party hard or flirt much. My parents are in a small town, so I live alone here, managing on my own.

My neighbor is James uncle. He is retired, around 60 years old, lives alone after his wife died years ago. He is a pervert, I knew that from the start. Every time I pass him in the corridor, his eyes linger on my chest or legs. He smiles too much, says things like 'Looking good today, Abigail in a way that makes my skin crawl. He is short and fat, with a big belly, gray hair, and yellow teeth from smoking. I avoid him, say quick hello and rush inside. But the building is small, only four flats per floor, so we bump into each other often.

James uncle stares at me through his window sometimes. My flat has a small balcony facing his, and I catch him peeking when I hang clothes or water plants. Once, he even asked if I need help with heavy bags, his hand brushing my arm too long. I said no and went away fast. My friends tell me to be careful with old men like him they get lonely and do stupid things. But I thought, he is just creepy, nothing more. I always locked my doors.

It all changed one rainy evening. It was Friday, and I had a tough week. Exams coming up, boss at the cafe yelling about late shifts. I decided to relax at home. Bought some cheap wine from the corner shop first time trying it, thought it would be fun. I am not a drinker, but my roommate from last year said it helps forget stress. I poured a glass, put on music, and danced a little in my room. Wore my old t-shirt and shorts, comfortable ones that are short on thighs.

The wine hit me fast. One glass, then two. My head felt light, body warm. I laughed at silly videos on phone, forgot about studies. By 10 PM, the bottle was half empty. I felt dizzy, stomach queasy. Tried to eat some bread, but it didn't help. The room spun. I stumbled to the bed, lay down thinking I will sleep it off. But sleep didn't come easy. My body was hot, mouth dry. I passed out eventually, lights still on, door unlocked stupid mistake, I never do that.

I don't remember much after. But in bits, like a bad dream. The door creaking open. Footsteps heavy on the floor. A shadow over me. Then, rough hands shaking me. 'Abigail? You okay, His voice, thick and excited. James uncle. How did he get in? Maybe he heard music, saw lights, knocked and I didn't answer. Pushed the door since it was unlocked. But instead of helping, he saw me like that sprawled on bed, t-shirt up showing my bra, shorts twisted.

He must have checked if I was breathing, touched my face. But his mind went dirty. I was out cold, helpless. His chance. The pervert he always was, now alone with a young girl. He closed the door quiet, locked it. Heart pounding, but no one to stop him. The building was silent, rain pouring outside .

He stood there first, watching me. My chest rising slow, legs apart a bit. He licked his lips, hands shaking. Then, he came closer. Sat on the bed edge, hand on my thigh. Skin soft, warm. I didn't move. He slid hand up, under shorts, felt my panties. 'So young, so tight,' he whispered to himself. His cock hardened in pants, old but eager.

He started undressing me slow, First, pulled my t-shirt up over head. My black bra came into view, simple cotton one. He unhooked it with fat fingers, tossed it away. My breasts spilled out full, round, nipples pink and small. He stared, breathing heavy. Leaned down, mouth on one tit. Sucked hard, tongue circling nipple. Bit lightly, making it wet. Other hand squeezed the other breast, rough, leaving red marks. I mumbled in sleep, but didn't wake. Wine and tiredness kept me deep.

Emboldened, he tugged my shorts down. Panties next white cotton, a bit damp from sweat. He peeled them off, exposing my pussy. Shaved neat, lips closed tight. He spread my legs wide, knees bent. Looked close, smelled me. 'Virgin smell,' he thought, though I wasn't virgin, had boyfriend once in school. But tight from not doing much.

His finger touched my slit, rubbed up and down. Dry at first, so he spat on fingers, made it slick. Pushed one inside warm, snug. I shifted a little, soft groan. He finger-fucked me slow, adding second finger. Stretched me, thumb on clit rubbing circles. My body betrayed, got wet despite mind off. Juices coated his hand. He pulled out, tasted them.

Now, he stripped himself. Shirt off, showing hairy chest and big belly. Pants down, underwear too. His cock was out.short, thick, veiny, head purple. Not big, maybe 5 inches, but hard like iron. Balls hanging low, hairy. He stroked it few times, pre-cum dripping.

He climbed between my legs, positioned. Rubbed cock on my pussy lips, up and down. Then, pushed in. Head popped inside easy from wetness. He groaned loud, 'Oh god, so tight.' Thrust deeper, filling me. My walls gripped him. He started fucking slow at first, savoring. In and out, bed creaking soft. His belly slapped my stomach. Hands on my tits, pinching nipples hard.

Faster now, pounding. Slap slap of skin. My pussy made squelch sounds, wet from his spit and my juices. He leaned over, sucked my neck, bit shoulder. Left hickeys, bruises. I whimpered in sleep, body rocking with thrusts. He didn't care, lost in lust. 'Fuck you, little slut,' he muttered. Minutes passed, sweat on his back. He felt close, balls tight.

But he stopped, pulled out. Didn't want to cum yet. Wanted more holes. Flipped me on stomach rough. My ass up, cheeks round and firm. He spread them, saw my asshole pink, tiny. Spat on it, rubbed finger. Pushed in slow. Tight as hell, resisted. I tensed, pain in dream. He worked finger, then two, stretching.

Cock next. He aimed, pressed hard. Inch by inch, forced in. Burned like fire, but I stayed out. Finally, buried deep. 'Ass virgin, mine now.' He fucked my ass brutal. Hard thrusts, pulling hair to arch back. Spanked cheeks, red handprints. His cock throbbed inside, tight grip milking him. I cried soft in sleep, tears on pillow. He reached under, fingered pussy while ass-fucking. Double pleasure for him.

The friction was too much. He slammed deep, came hard. Hot cum shot in my ass, filling deep. He grunted like animal, collapsed on me. Stayed few minutes, cock softening inside. Pulled out slow, cum leaking white from hole.

Not done. He wanted mouth. Turned me on back again. Face slack, lips parted. He knelt by head, lifted chin. Rubbed cock on lips sticky with cum and ass juices. Pushed in. Mouth warm, tongue soft. He slid deep, careful not choke. Fucked slow, in and out. Saliva built, sloppy. Held jaw open wide, thrust to throat. I gagged unconscious, swallowed reflex.

His cock hardened full again from warmth. Faster now, face-fuck. Balls on chin. 'Suck it, bitch.' Though I couldn't. Drool down cheeks, mixed with tears. He grabbed tits for leverage, squeezed. The sight—young face used—pushed him. Came third time, cum in mouth. Flooded tongue, some overflow corners. Held till empty, then pulled out.

Panting, he cleaned up. Wiped my body with towel—pussy, ass, mouth. Dressed me back panties, shorts, t-shirt no bra. Tits sore, but covered. Put blanket over. Took his phone p before cleaning. Slipped out door quiet, back to his flat.

Morning came. I woke with headache pounding. Body ached everywhere thighs sore, ass burning, mouth funny taste. Looked in mirror neck red, breasts bruised under shirt. What happened? Wine bottle empty, door locked now. Felt violated, sticky between legs. Panicked. Did someone come? James uncle? No proof.

Went to bathroom, showered hot. Washed pussy, ass—tender, like torn. Fingers hurt inside. Days passed, I avoided James. But he smiled more, winked. Knew.

He came again night. Fucked more, forced. Pussy, ass, mouth his toys. I broke, silent. 19 years old, trapped by pervert neighbor.

I soon changed my apartment and after that I never see him