I was 14 years old, a sophomore in high school, when my parents split up and my father moved out. My older sister had gone away to college that year too, and suddenly home was such a nicer place to be. In the afternoons, I had the entire place practically to myself until my mom got home from work, which was usually around five. Unless she was working a double shift for extra money, which happened sometimes. One Tuesday I came home and found a note on the refrigerator that said "Hon -- working a double, back by 11. Re-heat leftovers, don't wait up." That meant I could dress and not have to worry.
I had been dressing in secret for about 3 years, and had spent much of it scared white that I would be found out. I think my sister knew because I started dressing in her old clothes that had been stored in the basement. But she didn't say anything. Since she'd gone away to school, I had started to wear her current clothes, which were much prettier. I went upstairs to my room and undressed. I left naked and went into her room. I opened her underwear drawer and picked out a pair of her plain white panties. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was 5'5, weighed 110 lbs, and it had been a while since I had had a haircut. My hair was starting to grow unruly and I thought for a moment about growing it out. I pulled my penis back between my legs and stared at myself in the mirror, scrawny, small, hairless. I slipped the panties on one leg at a time. I took my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and felt it grow hard, like a small cherry. I wondered if by some miracle, someday I would have breasts. Round ones like my sister, that would fill my hand when I held them. I reached into her underwear drawer and found a bra, a B cup. I slipped my left arm through the strap and held it up against my chest, but it was too big. I'd have to go into the basement for a training bra. I went into her closet and found a denim skirt, almost short one but not quite a mini, and a pink halter top. I stepped into the skit an held the halter top up against my chest, and looked into the mirror again. I liked it, it was the kind of thing I'd wear to school if I could, the kind of thing she wore to school all the time. I threw it over my shoulder, and almost without thinking, as I walked out of her closet, stepped into an old pair of her white leather rebook tennis shoes. I walked downstairs, holding the shirt against me to cover my chest, turned into the basement and quickly found the box with her old clothes and the training bra I loved to wear. I slipped both arms through and reached behind my back to snap it. I pulled the halter top over my head and as I was turning away to go back up stairs, I saw a fuscia headband at the side of the box. It was just what I needed to keep my unruly hair out of my eyes. Upstairs in the hallway, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had baby blue eyes, mousey brown hair peeking out from the sides of my head through the headband, a pale pink halter top leading down my slender frame to a sky blue denim skirt that came to just above my knees. My legs were skinny and pale, and tapered off into the white leather of my tennis shoes. I was cute in an innocent sort of way, and felt like me. It was time to do homework.
I took my bookbag into the kitchen and decided that I would start with geometry. I poured myself a tall glass of milk, opened the book, and began to read the pages we'd gone over in class that day. I loved to sit at the table, dressed, and just do homework, it made me feel like a normal 14 year old girl, and I loved that feeling. I crossed my right leg over my left hooked my foot around my ankle, like the girls in my class did. I felt the pressure against my penis and wished I didn't have it. Not that I didn't like penises, I just didn't like my own.
There was a knock at the kitchen door and I looked up and a man was standing there, staring at me. I froze.
He pointed to the door and motioned for me to open it, but I just stared at him, my heart pounding. He had a very confused look on his face, and pointed to the door knob, jiggling it, and then lifter what looked like a tool bag up. He pointed to the bag, then at something behind me. I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the sink. He held up his bag, and took out a wrench, and pointed at the sink. He was a plumber.
He probably heard the sigh of relief I breathed, but I was still scared beyond words. I slowly got up, and walked across the room to the door, feeling his eyes on me. I slowly turned the knob to let him in.
`Bout time, what took you so long?
I would have to answer him. I did my best to not sound too much like a boy.
I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming.
He walked over to the kitchen sink, not flinching, apparently believing I was a girl.
Didn't your mother tell you? Isn't she here?
No, she's out.
When is she getting back?
Not till late.
He knelt down and opened up his bag. He opened up the cupboard door underneath the sink, took out a flashlight and looked at something in the pipes. I was shaking but I would have to stay calm until he left. I sat back down at the table and tried to do my homework. I could hear him working.
He was about 30 or 25, tall, he was a little bit overweight, and hadn't shaved in a few days. He smelled a bit too, but I suppose that was normal for someone who worked with tools all day. He probably had very strong hands. I looked at my hands. They were small and delicate. I wondered if I should do my nails. I had never done my nails. I would like to pain them white, I thought. White finger nails would look nice. I sipped my glass of milk and put it down, holding my hand out against the glass, noticing how white the milk was. Yes, I should definitely have white finger nails.
I spilled the milk. I was still nervous and this didn't help.
Omigosh.
The plumber looked up, and I said
Omigosh, I am so sorry. I went to the sink and took a rag and stepped back to the table to wipe up the milk.
You're a clumsy little thing, aren't you? Do you spill a lot of milk?
He wasn't even looking at me when he said that which was good because I would have totally died.
Sometimes, it happens. I wiped it up and stood there, wondering what to do next. I went over to the sink and put the rag in, and then stepped back to the table, and stood there scared with my back to him.
I heard him get up and thought good, maybe he's leaving, but the next thing I knew, I felt a hard crack against my ass and I howled.
Ow!
That's for being such a clutz.
I felt him push be against the table and smack me again. It really hurt, he hit me really hard, it wasn't the nice kind of spanking you would want to get from someone.
Ow, what the hell! He grabbed my hair and hit me a third time.
That's enough out of you missy. Not another peep!
Ow, let me go, what the hell are you doing?
I'm trying to work here and I can't do that with you fucking around like this.
He down on my hair and forced me to kneel, and then pulled me backward forcing me to crawl backward away from the table.
Are you going to behave?
Ow, yes, just let me go! I was almost face down on the floor and I felt him pull my hands back behind my back. I heard him doing something and felt a tight, plastic band being slipped around my wrists and tightened. He had tied my hands with something and pulled them up behind me, which really really hurt. He lefted them higher forcing me down all the way to the floor, and then he picked up the kitchen table and put it down with a leg through my bound arms, so that the table leg was pinning me to the floor. It hurt terribly and I could feel myself starting to cry.
Shut up you little bitch, or I'll give you something to cry about.
I tried to choke back the tears and managed to stop whining, but it hurt so bad. I just wanted him to leave and go and let me go so I could run upstairs to my room and close the door and get under the covers and make it all go away. Head him working at something, taping something lightly under the sink with a wrench. I started to cal down and heard him say something like, yes, that's going to work. I thought he was done. He wasn't.
I heard him open the cupboards and rummage through them. He found something that he took out and I peeped over my shoulder to see what it was. I saw him pouring olive opil onto a large wrench and smooth it all over. He looked down and saw me staring up at him.
Don't worry, this is for you.
He knelt down behind me and pulled my skirt up and my panties down.
If you say a fucking thing or make one fucking sound, I swear I'll crack your fucking little head open so wide they'll be finding pieces of you at Christmas.
He had this terrible, deranged look in his eyes. I was so frozen with fear and could only just stare as I felt him spread my ass cheeks open and stick the wrench up my tight little hole. It was cold, and it was too big. It hurt terribly and he wasn't very gentle. This was not how I wanted to get fucked the first time. I could feel him working it into me, and noticed how hard he was getting. He took hold of the wrench with his left hand and unzipped his jeans with the right. He took out his cock, which was huge and purple, and stroked it.
Do you like this baby? I really like this.. You can see how much I like this. You can see how much I like you.
I was mesmerized by his cock. Loved the way it was purple and huge and dripping with something. He worked the wrench up my ass further and the pain got so bad I could swear I almost passed out. He stoked his cock more and it looked like it grew to the size of a log.
You like taking it up the ass, don't you baby? You like my big hard tool shoved up into you like this, don't you? I nodded yes and could feel the tears running down my cheek. He moved his cock toward my face and rubbed it against my cheek. He poked it at my lips and I spread them, letting him enter my mouth.
It was very hard and almost hot to the touch. He tasted salty and I closed my mouth, smelling the sweat in his crotch. He started to thrust the wrench in and out of me, little by little, just small strokes but it still hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. And yet I loved it.
Suck me baby, show me how much you like having my cold hard tool inside you, you stupid little bitch. I licked his cock as best I could, but started to choke pretty bad.
Oh, is that too big for you? He pulled out of my mouth and stroked in front of me. He started to thrust the wrench in and out of my ass harder and faster as he stroked his cock harder and faster in front of my face. I opened my mouth and looked up at him, and said softly please give me but he slapped my face with his dick three times and then came on my face, shooting some of his sperm onto my cheeks, some onto my forehead, and some onto my tongue. It tasted sweet. Right then all of a sudden I noticed how good it felt to have that huge cold metal wrench up my ass.
I looked up at him and tilted my butt back toward the wrench, taking a bit more inside. I clenched my ass muscles around it and pulled forward, my asslips sucking it as I slid forward along its length, like they were trying to hold on, like they didn't want to let go. He pushed it forward and I leaned backward into it, slowly fucking the length of the tool with my ass. I stared up at him, bound and tied on my kitchen floor, as he raped me. I could feel every inch of the tool move into me, plowing me, spreading me open, holding me open for this stranger. I closed my eyes and just felt the sensation of being penetrated, on the floor, my hands tied behind me, totally helpless. I spread my legs open to take as much as I could. I could feel myself moaning softly, saying oh god, yes, that feels so good, but I couldn't hear it. All I could feel was the wrench thrusting in and out of me, probing me, fucking me, working my insides like a pussy, sliding into me like a hot, dripping cock filled with cum for me, sweet delicious man cum that was going to shoot into my ass. I had always wanted to get fucked but never like this, but now it was happening and it was happening like this and it felt wonderful. My nipples were hard and pressing against my training bra, pressing against the cold hard floor, and my ass was positively glowing. I was panting, I was moaning, I was thrusting back into the plumbers wrench and loving it. I could feel something in my little clit head but mostly what I was feeling was in my ass and my toes and my ears and my tits and my thighs and the pit of my stomach. I was loving being fucked, I was loving being raped. That's a good girl, you love this don't you? I could see him start to quiver a bit and he let the wrench drop, grabbed the back of my head by the hair and pointed his cock at my face, holding me inches away from it. I looked up at him and then back down at his cock and a got a facefull of his hot, putrid golden piss. I closed my eyes and my mouth, and tried to get away but then parted my lips and tsted it. He choked off the flow with his hand. If you don't drink every last drop of this you little bitch I swear I'll brake your fucking skull so wide open with that wrench! I opened my mouth and he shot more hot golden rain at me, aiming for my eyes, my hair, my chin, everything but my mouth, until I chased after his piss with my tongue, lapping at his stream like a kitten at a bowl of milk.
He let me taste a few licks and then shoved his cock into my mouth, shooting his hot yellow piss over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, down my windpie filing my belly. I looked up at him, and he ran his thumb across my eyebrow.
What a good little bitch, daddy's very proud of you. You did that like a pro... I was so lightheaded I was about to pass out. I saw him reach up onto the kitchen table and take the carton of milk and open it.
He drank some and then poured the rest onto me. Here you go little girl, this is all of my cum soaking you, flowing over you and into you, all of my hot sweet cum...I was in a daze and just lay there in a pool of spilled milk, his piss and cum in my belly, his wrench in my ass as he pulled his pants back up, zipped up and gathered his things. He washed his hands in the sink and looked around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
Oh, can't forget this... He yanked the wrench out of my ass so fast it almost broke me. Then he took out a knife and cut the plastic wire he had used to tie me to the table.
Don't even think about it missy, he said. He shook the wrench at me and then slammed it into the floor about a foot away from my face. "So fucking hard they'll be picking up pieces til Christmas.
He put the wrench in his bag and left.
I must have laid there on the kitchen floor for twenty minutes, breathless, heart pounding, the smells and tastes of his cum, his piss, the milk filing my head and the dull throbbing pain from his wrench filling my ass. I could feel his fluids in my belly, my arms were sore from being bound behind my head. My wrists had red marks from the plastic. I opened my mouth to taste the air and a felt his dried cum on my lips. I licked it off and remembered how sweet and salty his cock tasted and how amazing it felt to have it in my moth. I remembered how it felt when he shoved the wrench up my ass that first time and how much it hurt but then how good it felt to have him plow me with it. I could feel the sun setting and the mess all over me starting to dry and thought I should shower.
I slowly got up, very jittery, and wobbled to the bathroom, every step hurting my ass like a horse kicking it. I passed the mirror in the hallway, I looked at myself, my hair was a bit of a mess, and I had had some dried crust on my lips, but I still looked ok. I was still slim, petite, had piercing blue eyes, and cute mousey brown hair. I still looked like I could be on my way to school or doing geometry homework. Only I had been raped and was no longer a virgin. I had been raped up the ass with a wrench and sucked cock and swallowed cum and piss. I knelt in the bathroom next to the tub, took off my shoes and my panties, and slid out of my skirt. I pulled my halter top off and pulled the training bra up over my head because my arms hurt too much from being held behind my back for so long. I turned on the shower and sat on the edge of the tub, my butt hanging off the side because it was so sore. He raped me, he raped me that bastard. He could have just told me how pretty I was and I would have let him have me, I would have kissed him and held him and spread my legs for him but he tied me down and threatened to kill me and raped me with a piece of metal. He didn't even put his cock inside me except to piss in me. I sat down on the floor of the tub with the warm shower flowing over me.
I looked up at the shower head and felt the warm water flow over my body, washing the piss and the cum off of my face, down my chest, past my crotch, and out the drain. I felt how warm and wet it was and remembered how he poured the milk over me, remembered how he brutally thrust that wrench into me, I laid down in the tub and reached back to touch my tender little rosebud, lingered around the rim, and the thrust a finger inside. I laid there on my back, my legs spread, the warm water falling on me, I squeezed my nipples with one hand and fingered myself with the other, remembering how he had held his cock in front of my face and peed on me. I opened my mouth and tasted the warm water, and thrust my fingers deeper, and pinched my nipples and had he most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever imagined possible. I shot up onto my chest and lay in the tub, the warm shower water falling on me like the plumbers fluids, mixing with my tears, like spilled milk, the first day of the rest of my life.