Pete picked the joint up from the floor and put it in an ashtray. He began stroking himself through his jeans. It didn’t take long for his manhood to respond. Looking at Tonya sprawled out across the bed did the trick. The black stretch pants she wore hugged every crevice of her lower body. They were so tight on her thigh and hip area, it seemed like she was about to bust out of them. Tonya’s above-average breasts pushed her bra to the limit. His long black rod reached maximum size, bulging out of his pants. She was a fine young thing, the kind that was always out of Pete’s reach, even in his youth. He longed for this day when he could act on the sexual fantasies that he had for Tonya.

He undressed, then began to undress her. Tearing at her shirt and bra, he freed her breasts. Then he yanked her stretch pants over her wide hips. When that was done he climbed on top of her, kissing and caressing Tonya, like this was consensual sex and he was making love to her. He stuck his alcohol-laced tongue in her mouth, stealing a one-sided French kiss. Then he slowly ran his tongue all over her copper-toned body, leaving a trail of saliva, from her breasts down. Continuing past her pubic hairs, he reached her vagina. Once there he began rapidly flicking his tongue in and out, lapping up her juices. He made her wet, preparing her for penetration. Tonya didn’t respond because she couldn’t under the influence of the angel dust. He took his time. He knew that Tonya’s mom wouldn’t be home anytime soon. Rock hard, he was now ready to enter her. Spreading her thick thighs apart, Pete inserted the head of his penis into her warm vagina, slowly working in a little of his large manhood at a time. Tonya was so tight, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Bit by bit, he crammed the rest of himself inside her. She was a virgin. A thin coat of blood formed on his uncircumcised penis. He had popped her cherry. If she had been sober, she would have been in pain. But as it was, she was just a prisoner, unable to fend off a predator.

Sweat rolled off his body as he pounded away at her vagina. In his twisted mind, he felt like he was owed this—for all the years he supported her, all the years her mother robbed him of his checks. Pete humped himself into a frenzy. The head of his penis began to swell, he was about to explode. Pulling out in the nick of time, he shot cum all over the girl’s stomach and chest. Still Tonya didn’t even move. Drained, he sat on the edge of the bed, hyperventilating.