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Wendy Hates Me
By AB-2007 (address withheld)
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Always treat those nerdy boys politely because one day
your life might depend on it. (mf-teens, nc, rp, v, sn)
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My heart was pounding in my chest as I fumbled and
tugged at her skirt. Our rasping breath and struggling
grunts were the only noise we were making now. She had
stopped trying to scream, because each time she did I'd
covered her mouth and pinch her nose so she couldn't
breathe, making her light-headed from lack of oxygen.
Finally I was able to pull her panties down and I
quickly shoved my jeans down also, using my foot to
frantically shove them to my ankles as I climbed up her
vulnerable body intent of shoving my dick home as
quickly as I could.
Wendy was one of those sexy but snooty cheerleaders at
school, one of those girls who it would never occur to
even recognize someone like me, not even as a life
form, much less as a guy who might have needs. But she
knew who I was now. She would soon know that I had the
same equipment as her handsome jock boyfriends had, and
it would be lodged were theirs had been before me.
As I pulled my body up over hers I looked into her wide
eyes and whispered, "Make a sound slut, and I'll kill
you." I pressed the knife I was gripping in my sweaty
white-knuckled hand against her neck until I saw a bead
of bright read blood ooze out where the point met her
flesh.
Wendy didn't make a sound, she just looked back into my
eyes pleadingly. I grinned and whispered harshly,
"Guide me in." She knew what I meant, but she just lay
there. I repeated myself a bit louder this time, "Guide
me in bitch!" and I pressed the knife point a little
harder against her neck. I noticed that the blade tip
was now beneath the skin about a quarter of an inch and
the blood was flowing more now.
She quickly reached down between us and I felt her
fingers grip my throbbing cock and push it against her
shaved twat. Then she began to move my dick up and down
her slit, trying to find some lubrication between us so
I would slip in without hurting her.
Finally, either my pre-cum or hers lubricated the
object of my lust and I groaned in intense pleasure as
my stiff dick slid into her warm moist hole. Wendy
gasped as I shoved myself into her as deeply as I
could. It was heaven, she felt exactly like I thought
she would. I was no longer a virgin and Wendy was the
one who had made me a man.
I pulled my hips pack and then shoved into her again,
holding myself deeply in her and groaning as I felt her
tightness grip me. I pulled my face away and looked
down into hers. I don't know what I expected to see, I
guess I was feeling so wonderful I thought I'd see her
as excited as I was, but to my shock I saw hatred in
her eyes.
True, I was raping her, but there was really no other
way I'd ever have a chance at a prime piece of ass like
Wendy, and hell, couldn't she just go along with it?
It's not like she was a virgin or anything. I shoved my
cock into her again, and then I wasn't looking at her
face anymore I was just going with the wonderful
sensations that the use of her body was giving me.
I began to thrust faster and faster in and out of her,
marveling at the sensations that I had only imaged
about before as I'd beat off dreaming about doing this
to someone like Wendy. I knew I wasn't far away from
cumming but the thought of Wendy's angry face kept
flashing through my mind, taking the pleasure from the
experience.
As my body began to tense I closed my eyes and hugged
her to me. The hand holding the knife to her neck began
to apply pressure as if it had a mind of its own. As my
cum began to rise up within my body I knew that Wendy
would tell what I'd done and that I would be in
terrible trouble. I guess that's why I kept pressing
the blade harder and harder against her neck.
I didn't want her to ruin the feelings that were raging
through me, I didn't want to have to worry about going
to prison for what I was doing, so I kept pressing the
blade into her neck. The closer I came to cumming the
harder I pushed the knife.
Wendy struggled, her fists were beating at my back as
the knife slipped through the tendons in her neck and
my dick shoved deeply in and out of her cunt and my cum
boiled up from the depths of my body.
Then lights flashed behind my eyes and my cum erupted
and shot into my lover's body, my body jerked and the
knife hit something vital within Wendy and her fists
stopped pummeling my back. I sobbed for breath as my
hips jerked again and again. My body was so taut that I
thought my heart would stop at any moment, then slowly,
almost imperceptibly my body began to wind down.
All too soon, my orgasm was washed away into an
afterglow as the intense pleasure Wendy's cunt had
caused in me began to dissipate. I was breathing like a
locomotive as I finally raised myself up on my elbows
and looked down at Wendy's lifeless face. Even dead she
looked beautiful.
I guess in my sexual frenzy I had shoved the knife into
her neck to the hilt because only the handle was
showing now. I almost vomited as I pulled the thing out
of Wendy's shapely neck and plunged it into the grass
beside her. I had killed her, the enormity of what I'd
done struck me like a ton of bricks.
Then I stood, and looked around the yard. Wendy had
been walking down the alley behind my house on her way
home from school like she did every day. Only today,
I'd been waiting for her. I'd forced her into my back
yard, where I'd raped and killed her.
I nervously looked around to see if anyone had seen
what I'd done, then I quickly - grabbing her by the
wrists - pulled Wendy's still warm body around to the
side door of my house and lifting her over one shoulder
and carried her down into the basement.
Being 16, my folks thought I was mature enough to take
care of myself for the week they would be gone to
Aruba. That's why I came up with the plan to force
Wendy to have sex with me -- since they wouldn't be
home to stop me -- the only thing is I hadn't planned
on killing her.
Oh well. At least I could afford myself of Wendy's body
for the next week before my folks got home. Wendy
wouldn't mind, I thought to myself as I undressed her
limp body and began to sponge off the blood from her
neck and the cum from around her shaved pussy lips.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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