Monster

MONSTER

The party was dying down and Dave led the girl he met earlier tonight up to his room. He couldn’t remember her name for the life of him and he really didn’t give a shit. There was only one thing on his mind: pussy, plain and simple. She was making observations about the pictures lining the stairwell, mumbling incoherently due to the booze and various drugs that Dave had bestowed upon her for the past 5 hours. They reached the top of the stairs and entered Dave’s room. He flicked on the black light, lit a couple of candles and put on some Nirvana; what’s-her-name mentioned they were her favorite band. They were now sitting on his bed, Dave rubbing her shoulders, asking questions about school. She muttered something about being a freshman, the rest was pretty much indecipherable. “A freshman!” Dave thought. “Easy pickings.” She turned around and they began making out. Dave’s hands were roving all over this little lamb’s body; the hunter feeling out his prey. He started to slide his hand down her pants, but she grabbed it and told him to slow down. Dave scanned her tight body, dressed in skintight black pants and a white tube top that accentuated the tits that he was fixated on since she walked into the house. He made another attempt to squirm his way into her pants. She resisted again, but he became forceful, holding her down. “Stop! Please don’t do this to me!” He scoffed at her pleas as he ripped off her pants revealing that she was not wearing any panties. He penetrated her tight, resisting pussy and the feeling struck him immediately, a virgin! She started to scream again, but he covered her mouth and continued to work her over. He looked at this little lamb in front of him, noticed the tears gushing down her face and the blood trickling onto his sheets. This only made him fuck her harder. He finally came, on her, covering her face with his cum. She lay there, sobbing uncontrollably as Dave pulled up his pants and told her “I really was expecting better, get the fuck outta here now!” She slowly wiped off her face with her shirt, got dressed, not looking at him once, and hobbled down the stairs, wincing at every step, out the front door. Dave satisfyingly lit a Marlboro and laughed as he recalled some of her first words to him earlier in the night: “You have such an honest face.”