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I'm on my bed. You're in minimal make-up, maximal wholesome mom mode. Dad's gone out to that thing he has, we should talk about what I saw. Yes, that was my bully you were with. You're friends, it's not that strange, people can be friends even though you're a lot older etc. (Why?) People can be friends for all kinds of reasons, hard to explain. (Ask him to stop?) You're a little puzzled - (convey but don't say, Don't I understand? Am I really going to make you SAY it?) "Well... sweetheart... if I do that... and he stops bullying you... ... ... what's he gonna talk about while he's f--king me?"
Yes, my bully is f--king my mom. You thought I understood; I'm old enough to know what "just friends" means. (For how long?) Well, for a couple of months now. Ever since I pointed him out to you. As soon as you saw him you just knew. Very next day got yourself dressed up to the nines, figured he might be there again. And he was. Went up and introduced yourself. He knew who you were and knew EXACTLY what you were after.
"He said some very uncomplimentary things about you... very politically incorrect terms... quite old-fashioned views for someone his age..." and the more things he said, the more aroused you got. Your lady parts got wet. You didn't even notice at first that as he talked, he took you by the elbow and started leading you towards this alley beside the diner. But even after you noticed you went along. He stopped beside a dumpster in the alley. Told you to get down on your knees and suck his private area, made you unzip his flies. Biggest ever seen etc. Never much liked "going down" but could have done it all day.He started to - do you know about this, 'face-f--king'? He started face-f--king me and my God..." Would never let Dad do that, though ofc if he did, he couldn't even reach your tonsils. He said you were a pretty good c--ksucker and that explained a lot about me. Mean, but funny, right? Come on, it is a little funny. Then he told you to stand up and turn around. Bent you over the dumpster, hiked up your dress, told you to pull down your panties. Fingered you, felt you were wet and said he knew you were "an effing dirty B". When he slammed his c--k into you, you didn't even mean to but you blurted out "Please c-m in me".
He f--ked you slow, b--ls-deep, smushing your b--tocks, grinding. Then hard, slamming himself in and out of you. All throughout he was talking about all the things he does to me, the names he calls me. How even the teachers think it's funny. You never came so hard, so often. And he did c-m in you. Afterwards he told you you were "one of his Bs now" and you'd never felt so good in your life.
And he's been f--king you ever since, every day, pretty much. He really likes taking you home and f--king you in his bed. I should see his room. When you tell me to clean my room, I do it. But his mom - "You remember his mom, very striking with that pale skin/jet-black hair - you've seen her at the games when he's quarterbacking and you're doing cheer". When his mom tells him to clean his room, he calls her a stupid B and tells her to eff off. One time - you couldn't believe it - one time she asked him to take out the garbage, and he called her a dumb c-word! And then he f--ked her! His own mother!.....
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2025-02-25
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