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Tory's Exciting Wedding Night
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

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A rebel decides that a rich Tory can't have a rebel 
girl. (M/f-teen, ped, v, 1st)

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"You hear that fuggin' McKim's marrying Sim's 
redheaded girl?"

I said I hadn't and it was a damn shame.

"Her daddy owed him two year's rent. Poor bastid, 
couldn' pay."

"Still ain't right."

He nodded. "Today I think, this morning."

"Fucking toad; that's what he is."

"Biggest Tory around, richest too."

"Yep. Today? Too late now I reckon."

"Party's still going on."

"Might wander over. T'ain't right."

So I did and he was telling the truth. They were still 
drinking and dancing and such. So I went on in his big 
house and up to the front bedroom and had a rest, 
thinking about what to do, what was right.

Time it was getting dark, here they came with a bunch 
cheering down in the yard.

He was surprised to see me. So was the girl. She sure 
was a pretty thing, young and pale.

He cursed me and told me to get out so I hit him in 
the mouth and he sat right down on the floor. I gagged 
him with his neck cloth and tied him to the bedpost 
and then I asked the girl if he had hurt her.

She shook her head.

"You know he's had three wives already?"

She nodded.

"And some folks think he killed two of them."

She nodded again.

"So your Pa made you do this?"

"He asked me, asked me for the family, sort'a begged, 
said they'd have to give up the place. I'm the oldest. 
There's six others younger than me."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen. Fifteen last month."

"You been poked?"

She looked down and shook her head, sniffed and 
swallowed. "When Pa said I had to do this, he showed 
me what men had and told me what men did. But he 
didn't do it, just showed me. I seen dogs and goats, 
y'know."

McKim was wearing some fancy britches, knee pants, 
with a front flap so I yanked that open and his 
shriveled prick flopped out.  "You want him to poke 
you with that?"

She shook her head and backed away, hand to her mouth.

"Awful nice dress."

"Mama's. Promised not to mess it up. Got three 
sisters."

"Let's take it off." I unbuttoned her and she wiggled 
out, and we put the dress on a chair and then she 
unlaced her little set of stays, just a waist cincher. 
McKim watched all this and I saw that his fid was 
swelling some.

"I was planning on making you a widow, that all right 
with you?"

She nodded and made a very small smile.

"Trouble is, we have to show you were really married 
to this foul piece of shit here."

She blinked at me and I pulled her shift right over 
her head. My, but she had a nice young body and her 
little tittles was tipped with pink nipples and she 
had a small nest of curls between her thighs.

She got off her shoes and stockings and so did I, and 
then I got out of my clothes and we stood there 
looking at each other and she made a face. I'm not 
very petty to look at, all hairy and beat up including 
some whip scars.

"So Missy, we'd better do it and make some blood on 
the sheets and then I can toss him out the window, and 
you'll own pretty near everything he has."

She nodded. "That the price, let's do it." She 
sniffed, "But your things awful big and ugly."

By then my woman pleaser had gotten right excited and 
was standing out there stiff and long, kind of 
quivering too. I might a'laughed.

She crawled up on the high bed and I admired her 
backside and her tight-lipped slit and followed right 
after her, and we petted and kissed and licked and 
stuff and when she was breathing hard and her groin 
was wet, I got her up on her hands and knees and set 
my horn where it would do us both the most good.

"Take a deep breath."

"Don't hurt me."

"Maybe some, but be brave." And I poked her, gently 
and got my blunt headed ram into her. Screwed it in 
sort'a, gentle as I could. She was young and tight.

She grunted and I held her hips and pushed and in it 
went, slowly, but in and in. She whimpered.

"Feels funny, like, oh my, that hurt, that really 
hurt."

"Sorry." I kept right on pushing it in since I was 
less than half way to where I wanted to be and my cods 
was already pumping.

I kept one hand on the small of her back and reached 
under to pet her belly some and pulled back and pushed 
in a few times, and she kind of calmed down and 
started moving with me, sort of back and forth. So I 
moved my hands to her lean hips and got to work.

I glanced at McKim who was struggling to get free so I 
pulled out, reached down and kicked him in the balls 
twice and he quit.

The girl giggled because she had looked back to see 
what I was doing. I rolled her over on her back and 
got into her nose to nose and pretty soon her heels 
were up by my ears and we were really going at it, 
both of us gasping and pushing and heaving and rutting 
and kind of clawing at each other.

I didn't want to put a baby in her, she being so young 
and pretty, and I was sure she could find a decent 
husband right quick if she didn't have a babe at her 
breast, so I pulled it out when I felt the rush inside 
me and spurted over the side of the bed and then on 
McKim a couple of times.

She just lay back and smiled, her legs still spread 
and some bloody bubbles developing in her bruised 
slit. The sheet was spotted just like I wanted.

I got back in my clothes, opened the window, looked 
down and saw that the hillside sloped away so the drop 
was about thirty feet or so and then I told the foul 
man to pray.

I untied him and pulled the gag out of his mouth, and 
he begged me, offered me money, said I could have the 
girl.

I threw him out the window and watched him try to fly.

He landed more or less head first and his body tumbled 
all the way down the hill and ended up in the creek.

"Tell people he must have been drunk and after he did 
it to you he got up and fell out the open window. 
Understand?"

She nodded and opened her arms. "Again, please."

So I pulled her to the side of the bed and fished out 
my tool and we enjoyed each other again and at the end 
she bent down and sucked my ram when it pushed out my 
cream. Licked it clean she did.

I went out back and down to the creek and the bastard 
wasn't dead so I put my boot on his head and held him 
down in the water until he stopped making bubbles.

She had to mourn for six months but then, so I heard 
from a friend, she married a good man, a rebel like 
me.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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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