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Archive name: veronica (MF, rp)
Authors name: Beetlebum (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Veronica
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Veronica (MF, rp)
by Beetlebum (Address withheld by request)
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It's 1968, and a guy named Gian takes the lead roll on
this story. He rapes a 19-year-old psychedelic queen by
the name of Veronica, which, to his amazement, gladly
accepts her role as the victim.
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West Palm Beach, FL, Oct. 20th 1668 circa noon or early
afternoon.
Veronica went for a walk around the shoreline of Palm
Beach, the salt water was gently making its way at her
feet, she was 19, and quite a dish. I might add, she
wore a typical low-rise moss green bikini along with a
cute top that made her stand out as the teenage queen of
mod.
To my eyes, her skin was very tanned with her dirty
blonde hair to her shoulders and split at the middle as
would any girl'd wear her hair in the late 60's. She was
pure eccentricism somehow turned erotica, I could do
nothing but watch her walk a great distance and
disappear in the horizon of the beachfront resort.
"I must have her," I said to myself; "No matter what, I
must!"
Me, being one of the million starving musicians who made
their home at the trendy beach side of Florida; I was 22
at the time, and very much in shape, I sported semi-long
dark hair and sideburns, and a very psychedelic persona.
The resort was quite nice, the Bungalow, it was called,
pure 60's extravaganza of art-deco meets UK fashion; I
found my way back to my room, where I had to get off
with only a thought of her, an everlasting fantasize of
her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my
back. I wanted her.
It was almost 7 pm now, and I needed something in my
stomach before going to the gig that was to take place
at a cafe that was a few blocks away...to my surprise,
Veronica was sitting in a table, missing a companion; I
sat on the chair facing her, she smiled and introduced
herself, but before she could say her name, I
interrupted her mermaid voice.
"I know who you are Veronica, you were once at my friend
Fabio's house on the night of the surfer's get-
together... recall?"
"You're one of the surfers boys?"
"God forbid, I'm Fab's friend and a musician...I play
around the corner tonight, as a matter of fact..." I
added with confidence.
"Oh, that's great, I wish you luck... mhm... well I must
get going, I'm supposed to be somewhere right now." she
added, much to my disappointment.
"Well... can't you? Maybe later... um... forget it, I'm
sorry, go if ya' have to."
She smiled and nodded "Well, Bye...?"
"Gian." I added with a counterfeit smile.
She took off, and with her, my optimism of having her
tonight, I was now looking for a way other than the
conventional to have her, seconds later, I decided to
follow and see where she stayed.
Her room was on the second floor, I now knew where she
stayed, my second step was thoughtfully planned, I
noticed she left the screen door open as she headed out
for laundry, apparently. The clock hit the ten, and I
was now stealthily hidden in her room, standing in her
tub, to be exact... waiting like a patient predator for
the prey.
I heard her walk in and lock the door, I remained as
silent as a shadow, she turned off the TV, and laid on
her bed as I began to stroll with precaution, I was now
outside of the bathroom, and she was laying there, still
in her bikini and top, her tits looking as luscious as
ever, with her eyes closed.
I sat inches away from her bed, almost a blind spot to
her view... her eyes were closed, and I could see her
breathing slowly, in relaxation, she definitely not
expected anything of what was about to happen.
I disconnected the phone line, perhaps because I've seen
it be done in spy and detective movies... and climbed on
to her side, she reacted as if she knew of she had
company, but too deeply asleep to care.
I ran my finger from her shoulder to her hands... gently
enough not to wake her, her face was now showing a
slight smile of enjoyment; I then played around with the
straps of her top, this being the trigger to her reality
check.
"Who's there?... Who's... Who are you?"
She said as she stood up immediately, shivering.
I remained silent, and continued to remove her top, she
was shaking, but not afraid of my touch.
"Is that you... Gian? Why are you doing this?" she
demanded.
"Because I want to you, and I don't care if you don't
want me."
"Please stop..." she said, still shaking.
I held both of her wrists with my hands, which seemed to
be useless... she wasn't fighting me away at all... then
I undid the lace on the middle of her top...revealing
the nicest tits my eyes ever saw, I was enamored, I
began to lick them, making her nipples react
instantaneously.
"Mmmm, please, don't... mmm.... don't fuck me!"
My mind became clouded with ecstasy, I pushed my hips
against hers, spreading her perfect legs apart, and
rubbing my erection on her bikini-covered cunt. she'd
moan, and move around as I continued to lick her tits. I
managed to get my erect cock out of my shorts, and moved
her bikini, revealing her wet cunt lips adorned by
trimmed pubic hair, and a smell... a smell that fed my
fire so damn quickly. I was now rubbing my cock on her
cunt, moving it up and down, her cunt juice covered the
tip of my cock, she was soaked...
"Don't fuck me... please!"
I took no time to hesitate, and shoved my cock into her
wet hole, her eyes opened and a loud moan slipped out of
her mouth, which I then covered with my hand.
The muffled cries of passion of a 19 year old girl were
sending me to an orgasm, as I was fucking her with all I
had...I felt tears rolling down the hand I had placed
forcefully on her mouth, this only fed my addiction.
I fucked her for a while, and her cunt was already
fucked out, she was not as wet, and it was obviously
making it a bit painful to take all of my erect cock,
but I was not about to stop, it felt too damn good, I
continued on, and on, until I felt myself near an
explosion.
I fucked her hole with long, deep thrusts as I felt the
first shot of my cum squirting her insides, followed by
a massive second shot of cum, I was filling her up with
it, and she was now crying and attempting to scream, as
my hand wouldn't let her, we came to and end, she was
more calm, as I now laid beside her, caressing her body.
"Gian, why did... why did you?" She sobbed.
"Rape you? fucked you? and came inside of you?" I
interrupted her, "Because you I needed to."
I laid by her for a minute or two, watching her looking
up at the ceiling, and softly sobbing, her legs were
still spread and her bikini showed a large stain of cunt
juice mixed with my cum. This kept me wanting her as I
slipped a hand down her bikini to feel her fucked cunt.
It was dripping cum, and I began to slowly finger it...
"You'll spend the night, right Gian?" she asked.
END
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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.
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