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From: Daniel Waterhouse <mingevinge@yahoo.co.uk>
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Subject: {ASSM} Raped by a girl (mf, rp)
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Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:10:03 -0500
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Note: This is a story. It's not real. The author
doesn't advocate any of the activities depicted
herein. Constructive criticisms are welcome.

When I was but a lad of thirteen I used to walk home
from school through some woods. I walked along a
narrow dirt path next to a shallow muddy ditch with a
stream running through it. My house was on the
outskirts of the suburb where I went to school and I
was a bit of a loner so I usually walked home alone.
So when I saw Debbie standing on the path I was a
little surprised.

Debbie was fifteen years old, about six feet tall and
had long brown hair. Her face had a strong but not
excessively large mouth, brown eyes and full lips. She
had long legs and breasts that were large but not in a
porn star/circus freak way that some people seem to
believe is attractive for reasons best known to
themselves. She might have been good looking except
that her face  and body language only ever seemed to
express two moods: sullen anger and vacant boredom. I
didn't notice those things at the time because I was
too busy noticing the switchblade in her hand.

Some people would say what I did next was cowardly; I
prefer to think of it as prudent. Debbie was about a
foot taller than me and armed with a deadly weapon. If
she hadn't been armed she could still have beaten the
shit out of me as the extent of my fighting experience
was two judo lessons. (Judo is Japanese for "fighting
people while wearing pyjamas" this seemed to me a
little too specialised to actually be useful.)
Unfortunately I wasn't much good at running either and
Debbie caught up with me and rugby tackled me into the
ditch.

Lying face down in the mud I thought that my short
life might well be near its end. Part of me thought it
wasn't that big a deal. Everything has to die some day
said this little philosophical part of me, even the
universe itself will one day cease to exist. But that
part of me didn't control my tear ducts and I started
to cry. Without a word, Debbie removed my backpack and
jacket and she wasn't gentle about it. Then she turned
me over, took a handful of water from the stream and
splashed it on my muddy face to clean me up a little.
Then she tore open my school shirt, scattering buttons
everywhere and pulled down my trousers and pants. My
sexual experience up to this point had been limited to
finding a discarded, tattered porn magazine in a bush
on my way home about six months ago. I had been too
scared to take it home but for half an hour I had
looked at it with my heart pounding in my chest and my
dick so hard it was almost painful. For some reason
not entirely clear to me my heart and my dick were in
that same condition as I lay there in the ditch with
Debbie standing over me.

She flung aside her school bag and jacket, unbuttoned
her blouse and removed her bra, skirt and knickers.
All this she did with no expression on her face at all
while I watched on both fascinated and terrified. She
squatted over me and maneuvered my penis into her
vagina, it felt like a warm, wet, tight glove
surrounding my dick. She leaned over me slightly,
grabbed my arms and placed my muddy hands on her
breasts and I felt my fingers rub over her stiff
nipples and her warm, dry hands firmly gripping the
back of mine. By this point I wasn't really thinking
anymore I had been transported into a realm of pure
sensation. I lay on the ground trembling from an
intoxicating mixture of fear and lust. Part of me
thought I might die, the other part didn't care.

Debbie started to move her vagina up and down and
within a few minutes I came so powerfully I thought my
dick might have burst. The orgasm was pretty painful
actually but the endorphines surging through my body
soon washed away the pain in a sea of pleasure. Debbie
snorted and sneered with disgust at my lack of stamina
although a flash of amusement crossed her face as
well, making her look almost pretty. 

She got up and then squatted over my head, mashing her
vagina into my mouth. "Lick it," said she. And lick it
I did. It tasted strange, kind of salty and sweet. She
ground her snatch into my face until she stiffened and
grunted a little. 

Then she got up and started getting dressed. When she
was dressed she turned to me. Her face had returned to
its usual expressionless slackness. "Tell anyone and
you're dead," she said, her voice flat as if she was
simply stating a fact. I didn't tell anyone until now,
fifteen years after the fact, for a lot of reasons,
including shame but also a feeling that we had shared
something private that I feel ambivalent about to this
very day. Debbie never spoke to me or even looked at
me again to the best of my knowledge but I
occasionally wonder where she is and what she did with
her life. These are just idle thoughts, I'll never
follow them up. And besides, I haven't got time to
wallow in nostalgia or whatever the hell this is. So
this is...

The End


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