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Archive name: gramps.txt (Mf, inc, rp, v)
Authors name: Grey Mead (greymead@hotmail.com)
Story title : Gramps
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Gramps (Mf Inc NC Rape Rough)
by Grey Mead aka Richard Large (greymead@hotmail.com)
http://www.geocities.com/greymead
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Grampa's ugly breath is filling my throat and I can't
scream cuz his tongue is in my mouth, and I can't get
away cuz he's so heavy on top of me and he's holding me
down. He has a big hand on my chest, just above my
titties and I can't hardly breathe.
Just now I thought he was gonna let me go cuz he shifted
his hips offa me, but instead he reached with his other
hand and tore my dress right down the front.
My pretty dress is all ruint. What can I tell momma?
His hand is squirming around at my cunny now. He's not
kissing me any more and I started to scream, but he
smacked my jaw and tole me to keep quiet. I saw stars,
I swear, he hit me that hard. He tole me I was a little
slutwhore, sashayin around in my tight dress. He's pokin
at my cunny with his big ole gnarly finger. I don't want
him to, he hurts me when he does that, but he thinks I
like it cuz my cunny gets wet and drools for him.
I hate it. I hate him and I hate it and I hate my cunny
for drooling on him. I want to kill him one day.
Now he says I'm ready for him. He smiles like the devil,
just a hateful grin like he thinks he knows everything
and everything is for him. I pull my legs closed, but he
grabs my knees and pulls them apart so hard it hurts,
then he flops down between them so I can't get them
together again.
He's kneelin in between my legs, pushin that ugly white
wormy pecker of his at my pussy. He says he likes it when
I fight him cuz it makes my cunt squeeze him better. I
can feel the knobby head go up inside me, and I scream at
him to take it out. He slaps me again. "Just take it,
bitch," he tells me. "Just lie back like the little
slutwhore you are and take this pecker. You know you like
it, look at all that cunt-slobber, you little whore."
I'm not agonna cry. I'm gonna kill him one day. I keep
telling myself that. I tell myself so many times I start
to think I might be saying it out loud. I don't care if
he knows.
Then I feel it happening. Oh, God, don't let it happen,
please...
But God doesn't hear me. God doesn't listen to
slutwhores, and I can feel the heat of my hate building
inside me, making me cum. I can feel the cum growing up
inside me like fire. I cling to him. I don't want to,
honest I don't, but my body wants me to cum and it won't
do what I tell it to do. I tell it not to cum, not to do
this to me, but it won't stop. I can feel my back arching
up. I can feel my hips moving to meet his. I can feel my
cunt aching to swallow his ugly cock inside it. I can
feel the wall of heat rise up and fall down on me,
squashing me like a bug, and I shudder cuz I like it. I
like it and it makes me want to puke. I hate him and I
like what happens when he does this. I hate him for it.
I'm gonna kill him.
I hate the way he grunts and groans on top of me like
some kind of pasty-white mutant hog rutting, and I hate
the way he always stinks so much of sour beer and sweat.
Then he grunts real deep and I feel his jizz dribbling
inside me. He rolls off of me. I curl up with my back to
him. I don't want him to see me cry. I don't want him to
see how ugly I am. I don't want him to see what a little
slutwhore he's made me into. I don't want him to see how
he's made my body into my enemy...
More Greymead stories http://www.geocities.com/greymead
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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