Jennifer's little mouth was like the eighth wonder of the world as I watched my gooey thick semen squirt and spurt into her mouth, and she was forced to keep swallowing my juice. I held the back of her head so I could feel my hot sperm flowing down my shaft into her throat. She had no choice but to gulp it down. My cock was throbbing as her tongue slid against the sensitive underside of my penis. The last thing I wanted was to take my dick out of her mouth.

  A couple of hours ago, she was an innocent teenage girl who wanted to return some books to the library. Now, she was kneeling in front of me, taking my sperm down her throat. Her little body was a hot mess. I had torn open her white blouse, ripping off the buttons, exposing her tight lace bra and flat belly. Her white cotton panties were wet from her own cum. A little dribble of dried blood stained the side of her mouth. My sperm leaked from the corner of her lips and she was forced to keep swallowing as the tears streamed down her face. I pulled my dick out of her mouth, and her body shuddered in relief as I finished my orgasm. But, I wasn't quite done with her yet. I slapped her across the face, and she collapsed on the floor.

  "You filthy bitch," I hissed.

  I lifted her up, and slammed her against the bookshelves. I tore off her white cotton panties. They were drenched in her juices. I ripped her little bra off, exposing her little tits. Her hard, little, light nipples begged for attention. I pinched one between my fingers, and she whimpered in pain. I licked her neck and kissed her, tasting my salty cum still on her lips. She cried, and squirmed under my grasp, but there was no escaping.

  "Please...," she begged, "Please, stop..."

  I flipped her around and slammed her head into the bookshelf. Then, I grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.

  "You fucking slut," I hissed, "how'd you like my fucking cum? Did you like swallowing all my fucking jizz? Do you want more?"

  She tried to wiggle out of my grasp, but I pinned her tightly.

  "Please, no!" she cried, "Please..."

  I didn't say anything. Instead, I pushed her into the bookshelf. I was going to rape her, again. I was going to make her take it. She was only in grade 9. I was in grade 12. She was so small and petite that the moment I saw her in the library, I knew it would be easy to have my way with her. It was going to be a quick fuck. It was just supposed to be a little fun, but she had been so much more fun than I expected. There nothing quite like raping a young, tight, petite 14 year old virgin that did nothing wrong, but was now about to have her world changed forever.

  "No!" she screamed, "Please, stop!"

  The library was closed. No one could hear her. I held her little arms behind her back. Then, I grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her face against the books. It was fun to inflict pain on these girls. They were so helpless and it fulfilled my sadistic desires. It was even more fun when they cried and begged. Jennifer had been screaming for help ever since the beginning.

  I pulled her hips closer, and felt her little, firm buttocks press against my pelvis. She was a petite girl, and my cock was huge for a 17 year old. As the tip of my dick touched her little pussy, she tried to wiggle out of my grasp. She knew what was coming, and I could see her trying to squeeze her legs together, to close her vagina off.

  "No, no, no, no, no," she repeated, over and over.

  I loved the sound of her desperate pleas. The fear in her voice was like music to my ears. I pressed the tip of my cock into her labia. It was so small and tight that it almost hurt.

  "NO!" she screamed, "DON'T RAPE ME! PLEASE!"

  Her words were useless. I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Her cries were pathetic and it only made me hornier. I could tell that she was afraid, and her fear was like a drug that kept me high. I was so turned on. I felt like an evil monster. I was going to rape this innocent girl. I was going to do terrible things to her and she was going to suffer at my hands. I loved younger girls. It was so much fun to break them in, to make them realize what their bodies were really for.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair. I leaned over, and whispered in her ear.

  "You tasted cum for the first time today, didn't you, you filthy whore? Well, now you're going to feel cock for the first time, you filthy fucking slut. Who told you to be cute and wear that tight little skirt. This is what happens to sluts like you..."

  "Please...," she whispered, and the tears fell from her eyes, "don't do this to me. I just wanted to return the books. I didn't do anything wrong. Please, don't..."

  I pushed the tip of my penis into her pussy, and she squealed.

  "Oh, god," she sobbed, "No! No, please! Stop! STOP!"

  I yanked her hair, pulling her head back so her eyes were looking at the ceiling. Then, I covered her mouth with my hand and softly spoke into her ear.

  "Today, you'll find out what you were meant for, you slut. Today, you learn your purpose..."