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Ashley's Pink Crayon
by Georgia Greene (no address provided)

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Her papa warned her a hundred and one times not to leave 
her window open, but the trailer park at night was so 
hot. Ashley put her fan up in the window and went to 
sleep topless with just her blue panties on. She didn't 
hear the man crawl in through her bedroom window. (Mf, 
ped, nc, rp, 1st)

***

Mr. Crayola ran into Ashley's papa in the bar. Liquored 
up men told all sorts of secrets like how their wives 
work the strip clubs until dawn and their daughters 
never remember to keep their bedroom windows closed.  So 
Mr. Crayola roofied Ashley's papa and helped the man to 
his beat up car. The man's driver's license had his home 
address on it. 

The girl was pretty as a bouquet of flowers. Blonde 
hair, perky titties, and pink lips. Mr. Crayola was 
already hard as a brick. He stood next to her bed and 
reached into his pocket for his box of crayons. He 
pulled a pink crayon from the box like a cigarette and 
laid it on her bed stand. Then he stripped down until he 
was naked except gloves and ski mask then crawled into 
bed with the little lady.

Ashley didn't wake up when Mr. Crayola slid off her 
panties and she stayed asleep when he spread her creamy 
white legs open and laid on top of her. But when he 
pushed his stiff cock inside her hairless pussy she 
whimpered and opened her eyes to the overweight man on 
top of her. Before Ashley could even scream, his gloved 
hand clamped over her mouth and muffled her.

"Don't make a fucking sound."

The man started sliding in and out stretching her 
insides with every thrust. She whimpered as the big 
man's hard meat pounded her pussy like he was trying to 
break it. It hurt so much! His weight pressed down on 
her so it was hard to breath. His heavy ball sack 
slapped against her asshole and he grunted in her ear.

"Mm shit! You're even tighter than the last whore."

She squirmed and wriggled but could barely move. He was 
too strong. Her insides felt like they were being 
churned up. The man let go of her mouth and grabbed her 
wrists. He kissed her and his tongue tasted like beer. 
When Ashley turned her face away from him, he took 
revenge by getting rougher and pushing deeper than 
before, making her take every inch of his massive dick.

"Please you're hurting me!"

"Good."

"Please stop!"

"Keep it up and I'll slap the shit out of you."

Mr. Crayola grunted as he drilled Ashley. The bed shook, 
headboard slamming up against the wall, springs 
squeaking, bed stand banging against the bed. Tears ran 
down Ashley's face and she cried. She started to scream 
but he slapped her so hard across the face her eyes 
rolled into the back of her head.

"Don't make me tell you again whore."

The man was getting mad. He started getting rougher and 
Ashley struggled not to start hollering. Her toes curled 
and she balled up her fists. She couldn't remember the 
last time she was so scared. His cock stiffened up and 
throbbed inside her until Ashley felt his cum spurting 
inside her. He moaned and rolled off her. She thought it 
was over but the man grabbed her arm and yanked her up 
off the bed.

Ashley stumbled, cum leaking down her leg, as he dragged 
her into the bathroom. He tossed her in the shower and 
turned on the water. It was ice cold and Ashley shivered 
under the shower head.

"Wash that messy little pussy up." Mr. Crayola sat on 
the toilet seat and watched Ashley scoop his cum out. 
"That's right just like that."

He stood up and his cock was half hard. Ashley was 
afraid he might rape her again but instead he just 
walked out of the bathroom and down the hall. Ashley was 
too terrified to move. She didn't leave the shower until 
she couldn't stand the cold water any more. She stepped 
out into the hallway dripping wet and terrified he'd 
jump out and attack her again.

But he was gone. There was no one inside the small 
trailer. Ashley shut her window and locked it. Her whole 
room stank like mama after she came home from work and 
her white sheets had a little bloodstain on them. Ashley 
sat on the edge of her bed and tried not to cry. She 
ended up sobbing anyway and curled up on top of her 
sheets staring at the pink crayon on her bed stand.

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
any way, 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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