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She Tells Me I Love You
by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk)
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A girl is caught off guard but not by one of her horny
classmates. (MF/f-teen, nc, rp, v, 1st)
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Brittany was all of fourteen years old. She was a fair-
haired beauty who was aware of what the boys in her
school wanted. She knew better than to give in to their
desires.
She heard all of the schoolyard talk about 'popping
boners' and 'pitching tents.' Brittany was disgusted
and delighted at the same time but knew better than to
submit to becoming the girl with the reputation.
Her best friend Samantha gave up virginity one night to
a high school boy. Samantha almost had to change
schools because of all the writing on the bathroom
walls. Nobody knew how much was rumor and how much was
truth.
Brittany spent her spare time tutoring younger
students. The only talk about her was that she was too
'bookish.' Her straight-as-an-arrow existence was
almost too much for most people to handle. She could
count her friends on one hand; one might joke that her
hand was one of her friends.
It was Saturday morning and time for her to walk down
the street to visit with Becky for their tutoring
session. Becky was working on her pre-alegbra and
appreciated the weekend assistance.
It was nearing the end of the school year and a cool
spring wind still dominated the air around the
neighborhood. Brittany wore a wool skirt, black
stockings and a cotton blouse under her jacket.
She turned the usual corner when she heard a voice.
Behind a picket fence.
"What am I going to do now? I'm stuck here. HELP!"
Brittany asked, "Are you okay?"
"I am fine, I was hanging up my laundry when I slipped
and got my foot stuck in this hole! I can't get loose!"
It was probably a gopher hole and Brittany's father had
the same problem in their yard.
"Hang on," Brittany tried to reassure the stranger,
"I'm going to help you if I can!"
Brittany looked in earnest for a gate to enter the
yard. She backtracked to the front gate and followed
the sounds of distant pleading.
"There you are! I can try to pull you out," said
Brittany.
"I appreciate you for this, my name is Mia. I think I
may have twisted my ankle or something."
Brittany reached her arm out and then a shadow crossed
her figure.
A man was behind her with a baseball bat.
He apparently swung for the bleachers because only one
hit took down the young girl.
Mia effortlessly stepped out from her imaginary trap
and looked down at Brittany's unconscious figure.
"Hurry up and help me get her inside!" said her
boyfriend.
Mia and Brian set their trap and now they carried their
prey like a sack of vegetables to market.
"Careful not to scratch her up on the steps," Brian
whispered while they rushed inside.
They dropped Brittany on the couch in their living
room. Mia anxiously paced the room and pondered the
possibility that this bleeding body might be dying or
dead.
"Shut up and latch the door!" grumbled Brian, "I'll be
back in a minute and you better be ready..."
Mia took a second to stare intently at her victim's
face. Eyes closed and hair askew, this young girl was
in a deep sleep.
Mia removed the jacket and placed it under Brittany's
bleeding head. She then gingerly unbuttoned the white
cotton blouse to reveal a dainty little bra with a pink
ribbon in the middle.
She gazed at the pert breasts of the young quarry and
gently massaged the firm mounds of flesh. Mia's hands
progressed down the girl's body and got hold of the
skirt zipper.
The zipper was unusually loud for it roused Brian to
return from the kitchen to the living room. He had
washed his hands and hid his weapon under the sink at
least for now.
"If she starts to stir, you'd better hold her down," he
intoned, crouching beside the couch like a demented
doctor.
The panties peeked from under the skirt that Mia was
sliding toward Brittany's feet.
Brian took over and leaned forward to smell the aroma
of the girl's untouched nether regions. It was a
dryness that made him all the more interested in making
it with the young girl.
He was turned on by the light blonde hairs that rested
in the exposed 'bikini line.' He tucked two of his
fingers into the leg opening of the panties and let
them roam.
Mia knew that this man's attention was drifting to a
total stranger and she did not want to be the odd girl
out. She kissed him lustfully on the lips as if to
mirror his emerging passion.
"Conscious girls need love too," she said half
jokingly.
He ignored her, turned away, and pressed his sex
scented fingers to his nose. Was it easy to get him
hard? Well, was it easy for the sun to rise?
He was still dressed but he clambered on top of the
couch with his girlfriend still in tow. A strange
sandwich came about as the clothed Brian dry humped the
nude Brittany and Mia straddled his back.
Mia kissed the back of his neck while he started
leaving giant hickeys on the girl's neck.
It was about this same time that Becky wondered why her
tutor was so late for her help session. Becky waited
another fifteen more minutes before calling Brittany's
house.
Brittany, meanwhile, was dreaming about a storm. Little
did she know the tempest into which her body was being
thrown.
Brian rocked back and forth on top of Brittany while
bearing the load of his girlfriend's weight on his
back. He felt Mia's wetness on his thigh. Mia's snatch
was riding him like a hobby horse.
"Take off your pants," Mia pleaded.
He paused to pull his pants down to his ankles. His
boxer shorts were moist with pre-cum and he pulled his
hard-on from the opening.
Mia retreated to the head of the couch and lifted up
her sundress and showed Brian her bare flesh. Without
any more prompting, he swooped forward and started
licking the sweaty opening of Mia's vagina.
Underneath, he used one hand to open push the cloth of
Brittany's underpants to the side and with the other he
rammed his cock into the virgin's sex.
He grunted loudly because he knew that he was in no
danger of waking the girl. He felt something snap when
he forced himself inside. He drove on like it was an
afterthought. What would normally be a rite of passage
would not even be remembered by the girl.
His tongue darted around spasmodically as he pumped
hard and heavy strokes into his victim. His teeth
sometimes made contact with Mia's crotch when he lost
himself in his fucking.
He pulled himself out of the vaginal opening and tore
into the girl's anus. His body was like a rhythmic wave
that was rising and falling every few seconds.
He then placed his cock in her pussy one more time when
he felt slightly long fingernails against his back. He
stopped his licking Mia long enough to look down.
Brittany was awake. She was digging her nails into his
back for dear life. She tried to make eye contact with
this man who was violating her and tried to make some
visual sense of the scene.
She released her nails and relented to the pain she was
feeling down below. She seemed to believe that there
was no turning back now. And for Brian, it was the
point of no return. He locked up on top of her and
released his cum inside of her. He bit his lower lip
and then stared her down.
She gasped at the feeling of this warmness inside of
her and then the lights went out again.
Mia had grabbed the lamp from the adjacent table and
hit Brittany across the head.
That night, Mia and Brian left town in his car. They
knew that the girl they left in their house would soon
wake up again and they knew that fugitives needed a
head start.
Next to her head was a note.
It said, "She tells me I love you. If you tell a soul,
you might not wake up next time..."
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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