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story_codes: M/g, rape oral anal

story_intro: A month after her first rape, 11 year-old Lori is met again by her attacker who removes the virginity from her other two holes.

story_language: English



Lori, part 2

Written by madvlad


Lori's Second Time

	Hello, Reader. Back for more? Well, so was I. In "Wedding Night", I met Lori, an undersized eleven year-old, at a wedding reception. With the help of a date-rape drug and the seclusion of an unused garden room, I had taker her virginity although she was too drugged out to know.

	She left that night (panty-less) probably wondering why she was sore "down there". I left wanting more.

	Over the next month, I watched her now and then to track her movements. Her family lived an easy bicycle ride away from a mall which she frequented. She often chatted with friends over cokes in the food court which had two sets of bathrooms branching off from small hallways. For some reason, she always used the smaller women's restroom which was the older of the two from before they had expanded the mall. Maybe she was nervous about being in a room with too many strangers. I don't know. And I didn't care. All I needed her to do was to be in there with one stranger - yours truly.

	I followed her to the mall one weekday when school had let our early for a teacher's meeting or whatever they were doing (probably a kegger in the teachers' lounge). After changing into a t-shirt and blue denim shorts, she pedaled over to her favorite hang-out. There were no friends with her today, so I figured this was a good time to get re-acquainted. No drugs this time - I carried a small wedge-shaped door stop, a ski mask, and a tube of Vaseline.

	After an hour of sipping a coke and playing some hand-held video game, she left the food court to use the restroom. I waited five minutes, then followed her down the hall. There was a small alcove where the janitors kept their cleaning supplies (I had learned every detail of this area) near the end of the hall. I swiped a sign that read "Restroom Closed for Cleaning" and continued to the women's restroom. I set the sign in front of the door, slowly cracked it open and saw her with her back to me as she stood by the sinks looking in the mirror.

	My eyes locked in her cute little bubble but which looked delicious even through her slightly loose shorts. Then I had to smother a laugh as I saw her frowning in the mirror. She was standing sideways to it and had her t-shirt pulled tight across her chest with one hand bunching the material in the back. The little minx was obviously trying to see if she had any breast to show and the answer from her flat chest was a prepubescent "No!".

	After a quick glance down the empty hallway, I slipped on the ski mask and walked through the door. As it closed, I slid the door stop beneath it and kicked it hard to jam the door in place. No worry for interruptions, now.

	As I turned to Lori, she was backing in to the corner, her dark eyes wide with fright at the sight of a strange masked intruder.

	"What's the matter, little girl?", I asked. "Worried that you're never going to grow anything under your shirt? Well let me inspect that for you. Any noise and you'll get cut - cut badly," I warned, patting a pocket where no knife resided. All I needed was the threat.

	She flinched as I picked her up and plopped her but on a sink's edge.

	"Raise you arms," I commanded.

	Hesitantly, she complied. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it upward. With a few shakes, I freed it from her arms and had her top half completely naked.

	"Oh, now that looks very yummy," I observed.

	The skin of her upper torso was milk white, with slight tanning on her arms from the first month of Spring. Gracing her chest were two tiny pink rosettes of her nipples. I caressed the flesh around one of them and could feel the slight layer of fat about an inch around the areola that I had felt a month earlier.

	"Hey, you've got something trying to sprout up in there, it's just to small to see. The trick is to give it a good feel and you'll know it's there."

	I clamped my hands onto her sides and brought my mouth to her left nipple. She moaned softly as I licked and sucked on the little nubbin, which stiffened from my attention. I expanded my range, orally mauling the little titlet that was trying to grow. She gave a slight squeak of protest when I bit into her flesh; not enough to break the skin, just enough to leave a mark.

	"Quiiiettt," I growled, then repeated the treatment on her right side, leaving more welts from my teeth.

	I pulled her from the sink and led her to a toilet. I sat down and directed her to kneel before me.

	"No reason that my mouth should be the one doing all the work," I explained. I unzipped my fly and drew out my cock. "I'm sure you've had plenty of popsicles, this is more of the same, only bigger. Open wide and no teeth - or else," I said, once again laying my hand over the non-existent knife in my pocket.

	With my hands in her thick, curly hair, I pulled her toward me and shoved the head of my cock into her reluctant mouth. I let her get used to the size and told her how to use her tongue. Being inexperienced, she wasn't great at it, but she was compliant.

	Guiding her head further downward, I managed to get another inch of me into her face. The angle of her head would have made it hard if not impossible to feed my dick down her throat and I didn't want her to start gagging. So I was content to make her head bob up and down on my shaft. Soon her spit began dribbling from her lips and down to the base of my cock. I felt my balls begin to swell as I watched her lips flex as her mouth moved up and down.

	"Hmm, you must like this juicy meat I'm feeding you, well here's some gravy to go with that."

	I held her head suddenly still and I exploded in her mouth. She made some strange noise in surprise as her tonsils got their first coating of sperm. I eased her head off my cock and quickly clamped my hand over her mouth.

	"Swallow it all. I don't want any of this going to waste."

	She just looked at me with tears welling in her eyes.

	"I mean it. I'm not taking my hand away until you swallow."

	After a couple of tries, she was able to work her gullet and send my load into her belly. Then I had her stand up as I leaned forward and unbuttoned her shorts. I slid them down her trembling legs and glanced at her panties. They were plain pale pink. Not as fancy as what she had worn under her party dress last month, but I was more interested in the contents, not the wrapping.

	I pulled them down after her shorts and admired the innocent beauty of her hairless crotch. The lips of her bald mount were still tightly pursed with the nub of her clit peeking out from the top. She shuddered as I ran a fingertip over the sensitive nub. I licked my finger and began trying to wriggle it into her slit. Damn, she was still tight. If I hadn't raped her before, I never would have guessed she had once taken a cock in that little hole.

	As I worked my digit into her cunt, she squirmed uncomfortably. This time, of course, there was no hymen to impede my progress.

	"Nice, still very nice," I murmured as I pumped my finger in and out of her childish snatch. "Do you remember feeling something in your pussy, before?"

	"N-n-no," she stammered. "Please mister, I never have-"

	"Oh, but you have," I interrupted. "You just don't remember, but I do. It was at your cousin's wedding."

	Her eyes widened in shock as I bluntly solved a mystery for her.

	"Oh, and don't worry about your missing panties, I have them safe in a drawer."

	I yanked my finger out of her with a wet smack.
"You've got a great pussy, but I've some for something else. Take off your shoes and get your sweet little ass over to the side of the sink."

	She stepped out of her pants and panties and removed her sneakers. As I walked behind her to the sink, I lifted her up to her waist and bent her forward so that her upper body lay cross the sink and her head rested on the next one. I pulled a wad of paper towels from a wall dispenser and jammed them into her mouth.

	This position left her eleven year-old ass (could still pass for, say, nine) nicely exposed for my next act. I caressed both cheeks, each hand covering a cheek. Her skin was smooth and tight, stretched over a round, firm globe of flesh that was a pleasure to squeeze. I pried her cheeks apart and found the tightly clenched rosebud that was my next target. Needless to say, my cock was stirring and soon ready for another round.

	I lubed my member with some Vaseline and smeared some around her tiny asshole. I added more to my finger and gave a sharp jab into her orifice. She screamed in surprise and outrage as I invaded her rear entryway, but the paper towels prevented much sound from escaping. I steadily worked my finger around inside to make the first three inches slick.

	I lined my cockhead up to her finger-widened hole and grabbed her slender waist. With the sink to support and hold her body in place, I was able to give a brutal thrust and got two inches in on the first try. I felt a little tearing as I burst through her sphincter, but a job is a job. The little girl arched her back in agony and I could see in the mirror as her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted from the pain.

	This was unexpected, but advantageous as her body relaxed with her unconsciousness. I continued to ram my hips as I bulled my way into her tiny back channel. Unlike with her pussy and mouth, I was able to get my entire seven inches into her ass. I stopped a enjoyed the sensation of her inner body heat as it soaked into my cock and her anal muscles accepted this new intruder.

	Leaning forward, I turned on the water in the sink where her head was sagging. Lori woke with a start and I could feel her ass clench as she came back to life.

	"Oh, hi. I though just thought you might want to be awake for the rest of this."

	I slowly stroked out, then thrust back in. I gradually picked up the tempo, with Lori grunting a "ummph" through the wet mass of paper in her mouth each time I drilled into her succulent little ass. Since I had recently cum in her mouth, I had much more endurance before an orgasm. Lori could do nothing but grunt helplessly as I spent the next twenty minutes buggering her young body.

	The hot, wet friction of her plundered ass eventually won out, and I came hard, anointing little Lori's last virgin hole with jets of semen.

	I pulled out and watched as loads of fresh cum slowly trailed out of her violated hole and trickled down her inner thighs. There were flecks of blood in the white steams, but it didn't look like there was too much damage to be concerned about.

	"You're such a messy little girl," I told Lori as I walked over to the last sink. "Look what your ass did to my cock."

	I cleaned the fluids from my penis and walked over to where her panties lay on the floor.

	"I'm taking these with me. I've got the last pair to ever cover your cunt before I popped your cherry and now I've got the last pair to touch your ass before it got ripped open. That makes a nice set."

	"But you can keep the rest," I said, nodding to the rest of her clothes on the floor. "I think people would notice if you weren't wearing anything."

	Whistling a happy tune, I pried the door stop out and left Lori to recover from her latest assault. As I left the hallway and walked into the Food Court, I didn't see anyone looking my ways except for a couple of dykey looking women in their thirties sitting together at a table. But they only glanced my way briefly. No problem - they were too old for my newly acquired tastes.





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