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Jimmy, the youngest of the boys, gave me a bag of pot and a box of condoms; and Karl the oldest and the meanest of the three gave me a fifth of tequila and box of condoms.
I should have upped and left right then, but for whatever reason I didn't. In any event, Mr. Graham took me shopping at Victoria's Secret and gave me his credit card. I remember him telling me:
"I know you probably have a boy friend so go ahead and get yourself some sexy things."
And then he left me with a shop clerk explaining that he needed to do a little shopping himself.
During the car ride home Mr. Graham asked what I thought were several inappropriate questions. First, he wanted to know if I was still a virgin. I told him of course not. Then he wanted to know if I had ever had anal sex. I was mortified and told him that I wouldn't dignify the question with an answer. I remember he kinda made this eerie laugh and then reached over and grabbed the shopping bag from my hand. Piece by piece he pulled out each under garment, letting out a soft whistle at the thongs and half-bras I had selected.
"You are going to look hot in those," he told me.
When we got to the house I started to go to my room, but Mr. Graham grabbed me by the arm and led me to his bedroom. When he closed the door and locked it he turned to me and, suddenly, he was no longer the dis-interested step parent, rather a very horny old man with no good on his mind.
"Listen honey, you're of legal age and since you ain't really my child and you've been living off me for these last four years I think I'm entitled to a little pay back."
"I know, I know, it sounds bad but it doesn't really have to be that way. That is unless you want it that way. Either way you owe this household a whole lot of something before you head off to college and we expect to collect it."
"We? What on earth."
"Your brothers have paid the price too and not just on account of the fact that there's another mouth to feed-you're a pretty hot little number and the way you parade it around, well, the boys have got some major blue balls and I do too."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't like it, so if you don't mind may I please go to my room?"
"No, no you may not. You're going to go into that bathroom and put on this and this," he reached into the bag and grabbed a bra and panties. "then you are going to lay down on that bed and take what I've got to give you. And here's what's more you bitch, when I'm done with you the boys are going to take their pleasure too."
"No!" I screamed and tore for the door, but Mr. Graham is a lot bigger than me. He blocked my path and tossed me on the bed.
"Look, I'm trying to be nice. I'll rape you, but I'd rather see you do it my way."
"Fuck you!" I spat at him and then he hit me.
As I tried to protect myself, he tore my t-shirt straight over my head and then used it to pin my hands. I started to struggle, but he was way too strong and soon enough his thickening phallus was dangling at a low angle against the insides of my thighs.
I remember the way his fat belly protruded out against my pubis as he reared back on his knees and pushed between my splayed thighs. Ripping my white cotton panties from my waist, Mr. Graham jammed two fingers up in me and started wiggling them around until my juices began to flow after which he pulled them out and swiped my nectar on the bulbous head of his cock.
And then he fucked me. His fat, hairy belly flattened and rounded against my hips as he thrust and swore.
"Goddamn that's tight. You and me babe were going to get along just fine."
"The condom! You don't want me pregnant." I pleaded after which he slowed and swore some more and then got off me and went to the bureau to open the box of condoms.
When his back was turned I tried to get up and hurry to the door, but once again his sheer girth prevented me. This time he picked me up from behind, sat down on the bed, and then slammed my wide hips down into his lap where his condom-covered cock plundered me again.
While he was fucking me Mr.