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Truth so she gave it a lot of gob and made it really slick. I pointed the head at her opening and slowly, as to raise the fear in her, started pushing it all the way to her belly. She was so tight and dry that the first four or five strokes actually hurt. She starting getting wet after that and now I was gliding in and out of the tightest and softest pussy I had ever nailed. She was getting so wet that it was dripping down into the crack of her ass. I reached around and rape pic rubbing her asshole, she flinched. "Stay still, you're doing well, don't blow it now".
I warned. I stuck my thumb in her shitter and I could feel my cock on the other side of the thin wall protecting her pussy from my thumb. The feeling was intense. "Get on your hands and knees, you're going to feel what its like to take one in the ass." She didn't even protest, she rolled over and pointed her ass high into the air. I could see her tight little bung hole, all pink, wet and waiting. Her pussy was still wet and a little relaxed from the pounding I just gave her. I placed the head of my cock on an angle and slid it back and forth over her pussy, ass and crack. Without warning I pushed it into her ass quick, she screamed into the dirt. Her tits were swinging from the pounding, and my balls were slapping her cunt underneath. It didn't take long for me to blow my wad into her ass cause it was so tight. It came out of her ass with a pop, and I got her to lick it clean. She vomit.
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Ed right after. Oh well, I let her have one thing to herself. After I came to my senses, she was lying in heap on the ground, so I slowly went back to Trots and rode back to my place. Turns out the police came to the party and broke it up. They didn't know about the rape until two days later and by that time she had showered, it had rained and they said they couldn't do anything cause it was too many people and no evidence. I told the Lindsays how bad I felt about the turn of events. Yeah, right. (This isn't my usual fare, but I had to put this s.
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Omewhere...) This is something I just wanted to write. It's based loosely on the town I'm going to college in. As such, anybody who has attended it will get the drift. This isn't really a sex story, it's more on the lines of a graphic thriller. You've been warned. Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Any similarity with the characters, places or events with real people or occurrences is purely coincidental. Trust me. Darkness of Knight Nighttime, I've always liked it. It sounds so fucking cliche but it's true. I mean, it's not bright, nobody's around to bug 'ya. It's just out there. I'm not a darkside.
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R, ya know. It's just that I like the night. But I never knew how powerful the night was. Yeah, there's the myths about vampires and werewolves. But who believes it? I think I know rape pic This whole thing is too much to explain. But it's worth a shot. The drama department got this brilliant idea to put on a live-action fantasy game, and put it on stage as a show. Sell tickets, make it a production. Th.
E kicker was that the audience would make up the cast. I got involved when they had the idea to get the local gamers to fill everything from bit parts to some of the major bad-guy roles. Rachel, my part-time GM and full time girlfriend, dragged me into this thing. I didn't put up a fight, mind you. They asked my experience with melee weapons, and I told them I had a little. I think I impressed 'em when I knocked the stunt-fighting coordinator off his feet with a pugel st.
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Ick. They cast me for two parts, one was a bit 'guard' part, and the other was a 'feral' part. I was to play a cat-like thing. This all suited me fine, but my knowledge of mock-combat was limited to some vicious games of 'tag' and the time Rachel threatened to bind my wrists and lash me with her belt. (That's another story, though.) So they gave us all a lesson in 'stage combat' and a crash course in 'how to die well.
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' in a performance. We had a week left to learn our parts. This whole play was supposed to be improvised totally. The production was starting to take up more of my free time, so I moved all my practice sessions to the night. "The park has some quiet spots." I rationalized. "No problems." A few days left until opening performance. We spent a majority of the evening going over the production, and performing a 'dry run'. It all turned out well. I had gotten home around 1 AM. Nothing on the answering machine, nothing in the mail, nothing for homework, for a change..
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