Message-ID: <22574asstr$949363802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Saynesberry@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} DA BOMB BIGGEDY! (Humor, adult-teen rape) Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 19:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Da Bomb Biggidy! (Humor; adult male-teen female; rape) Hey, peeps! My name is Hollie. I am da ABERCOMBIE GRRRLY!!! I call myself dat 'cause I always shop at Abercrombie's, and now dat it's A NEW MOLINIUM, or whatever, all us kewl chicks call our kute selves GRRRLS! Maybe you've seen my homepage! I am 14 yrs old, but everybody says I look SIXTEEN, except for my sweet baby boyfriend Brian, who says I look like I'm TWENTY! Wow! Of course, Brian gets confused, and he has some problems, like not being able 2 get it up, even when I suck on him, and when I try 2 put my finger in his ass he cries and calls 4 his mother. But dat's okay, 'cause he's all mine! Da other grrrls don't even want him! Dumb grrrls! And anyway, my fucked-up old Dad said nobody would ever want me if I didn't keep my cherry, so it's all good! Well, I mean, it *was* all good, until that nite a fuw weeks ago....dat's what I'm here 2 tell U about! Hey, peeps, I hope U don't mind da way I spell and use capitalsash...capitalisa... CAPITALIZASION, or whateva it's called! 'Cause our freshman English teacher, Mr. Saynesberry, says dat it dozen matter how we spell, 'cause now dat we're in da INFORMATION AGE, da machines will do all dat weird shit for us! Kewl! Dat gives us grrrls more time 2 go 2 Abercrombie's! And da Gap! Da Gap is where I got my kewl pink tech vest, which I was wearing on Dat Fateful Night...... A fuw weeks ago, Brian and me went 2 see da BACKSTREET BOYS! Da Backstreet Boys are da bomb! I was sooo fucken excited! I luv da BSB! I luv NSynch, too, but most of all I love BRITNEY! Britney is da bomb biggidy!!! But of course Britney doesn't do personal appearances now, 'cause she's had blood poisoning ever since she got her clit ring, so I was SO HAPPY to see da BSB! But I hate da Dixie Chicks! Fuck da Dixie Chicks! Da Dixie Chicks is 4 poor trailer park whoors like my ex-friend Mandi, who buys her clothes at K-MART!!! But dat's another story. Anyway, on dis particular night, Brian picked me up in his truck and we got something 2 eat at McDonald's (big fucken spender!), then we went down 2 da Omni for da big concert. It was great! There were about 10 thousand kids there, and almost all of 'em were white (well, it wouldn't matter 2 me, 'cause I'm libberal and everthing, but Brian gets scared when any American-Afros look at him, da big pussy), and even though about 9 thousand of 'em were wearing tech vests, mine was the kewlest in da whole place! Once I heard Mr. Saynesberry telling Coach Muzzle dat all us grrrls look REALLY SEXY in tech vests, 'cause our perky, braless little tits make 'em stick out at just da right ankle, or something...Anyhow, we got our seats and watched da opening acts, which were really kinda lame, but dat was okay 'cause we knew da BSB would be on next! Yea!!! There was a manumission, or whatever, right before da BSB were supposed to come on, and I had to go to da Little Grrrls Room, so I told Brian to watch our seats while I went. "Uh, d'you want me to, like, go with you?" he asked. I put my hands on da gentle curve of my perfect teenie hips and said "Excuse me, Brian? Do U think us grrls can't even take a pee by ourselves?" Fucken evanderthal, or neanderthal, or whatever they're called! I flounced away with my cute brown hair bouncing provokatively on my soft teen shoulders. By the time I got 2 da shitter, there wasn't hardly a line at all, which was kewl, 'cause most of da grrrls had already done their Kute Female Stuff and gone back inside. Once I got in da stall I tugged my tight little jeans down, and my brand-new Italian silk thong panties from Victoria's Secret ($39.95, in case U wanna know), and sat down. Wow! Even before da U-know-what started 2 flow, I realized dat I was already wet! Den I smiled, big-time, 'cause I figured I was just excited about finally seeing tha BSB! (I always like 2 play their toonz when I'm fingering my fine young pussy at night, and when I look at their videos, I practically creem all over myself! Brian doesn't believe it, but he's just jealous, da turd!) As I finished up, I took a Delicately Scented Fresh-Wipe outta my kute Ammazon Rainforest grrl-bag ($250.00, Abercrombie's of course!) and wiped my purfect pink teenie twat with it. Then I stood up and tugged da jeans back over my exkwisitely-sculpted little fanny. I heard da last of da grrls go out of da room; I knew I'd better hurry! Just as I was coming out of da stall, da door opened. Da lobby lights had been dimmed; I guess da show was about to begin. But what should my innocent teenie eyes behold, gentle reader, but a MAN coming into da Little Grrls Room! At first I didn't recognize him, 'cause he had turned to da door and was LOCKING it with a little screwdriver or something! (When I told Brian about it, he just said, "Uh, it was probbly a fucken Allen wrench." Who da hell is Allen???) I stood speechless, my straight young teenie back pressed against da stall, and then da man turned 2 face me across da vast tiled expanse of da bathroom. "Hello, Hollie," he said. "I've been waiting for you." Omigod, it was Mr. Saynesberry! What did HE want? Why was HE in da Little Grrls Room? What did he mean, "waiting for me?" Why wasn't he out in da auditorium? Wasn't he afraid he'd miss da BSB? "H-hi, Mr. Saynesberry," I stammered. (Da guys say I'm kute when I stammer. My ex-friend Mandi says I just sound retarded. Fucken cunt.) "How'd U know I was coming here?" "Why, Brandy," he smiled, "You've been talking about it all week. In my class! When I was trying to drill a few parts of speech into your empty, fluffy little head!" Oh, shit. I didn't like da way this conversation was going. "But if you adorable young ladies find these *BackAlley Boys* so much more interesting than my silly old lectures, why, I thought I'd better come and check things out for myself!" He started walking slowly toward me, a strange, peaceful smile on his fucken middle-aged face. I tried 2 step back, but my perfect, symmetrikal young spine was already pressed against da door of da stall. "W-well, that's kewl, Mr. Saynesberry," I said, "I hope U enjoy da show!" I heard a muffled drum roll through da thick tiled walls. Oh, shit, they were gonna start da show without me! Without precious little Hollie! Oh, wow is me! "Oh, I will," he said, now only a few feet from me. "I've been looking forward to this show ever since you were a little snot-nosed seventh-grader!" I was mystofried, I mean mistyeyed, I mean mysti - - oh, fuck, I was confused! "How'd U know about the show way back then, M-mr. Saynesberry?" He laughed. "I knew about it as soon as I saw you the first time, Hollie. You see, YOU'RE the show! And tonight is your grand opening, so to speak!" Now we were standing face 2 face, and he reached out and brushed his long, tapering fingers against my soft, flawless teen cheek. I shivered. "D-don't do dat, Mr. Saynesberry," I stuttered. "If I'm not back in my seat in about two minutes, my boyfriend Brian is gonna come looking for me!" Actually, I was lying, but I figured it was a pretty fucken smart thing to say. But Mr. Saynesberry threw back his handsome (for an old man; he musta been 30 at least) head and laughed louder. "No he's not, darling Hollie," he said. "I saw your pimply, brain-dead paramour at the refreshment stand. I told him to rush home, because the school had just learned that his mother had been in an accident..." Omigod! Omigod! Brian's Mom in an accident? Well, da old bitch, it served her right .... But what did he mean, "pimply?" Brian hardly has any goobers at all since he got off smack, except 4 on his back, and I help him squeeze those! And what da fuck was a paramour? I thought Paramour was a movie company! Mr. Saynesberry smiled again, and reached out for me. He stepped closer and rested his arms on da stall door, on either side of my head, and licked his lips. Oh, fuck! Now there was no doubt about it. Da old bastid was gonna ravish my kute young self! His horny old hands slipped down and grapped my round, trembling teenie shoulders. Leaning in, he pressed his warm, supprisingly soft lips against mine, then allowed his horrible old tongue to press in and tickle my perfect little teeth (fuck yeah, I'd had orthodonture) and pink kittykat gums. His got-damned fucken breath bore da light, yet unmistakable flavor of Dom Perignon (don't ask me what year, Daddy says I never had a head for history). To my ammaz - - amazzm -- AMAZEMENT, oh fuck all, to my great surprise, I felt a little tingle shoot down my coltish young frame, and I felt an involuntary quickening in my soon-to-be-plundered little twat. With all da strength in my beautiful ivory neck, I twisted my face loose and stamped my little foot. "Got damn it, Mr. Saynesberry!" I cried, "What da fuck kinda grrrl do U think I am, anyway?" I tried to wiggle outta his loatsome, uh, lowthsom, oh fuck, his HORRIBLE embrace, but he grapped my shoulders and held me tight. "Hollie," he said softly. "Oh, Hollie. Don't you get tired of hanging around with that silly boy? Haven't you ever wanted to be with a MAN?" Well, yeah, I had, come 2 think of it. I never told anybody, but I always had a kinda crush on Al Gore. "Well, honey, you're going to be with one now!" I struckled in vain, but could not escape his dretful, uh, his dreddval, oh shit, his SCARY embrace! His fingers grapped da neck of my baby-blue faux-chambray blouse ($79.95, Old Navy) and with one quick, masterful motion, he RIPPED IT OFF! I gasped as da blue bottons plink-plink-plinked across da tile floor. Oh, wow is me! Wow! There I stood, naked from da waist up, my perky young breasts jiggling with fear, their adorable pink nipples puckered and erect from da rush of cool air. (Well, I think they had been puckered and erect even before that, but I don't wanna think about it!) Mr. Saynesberry smiled and kinda sighed. "Perfectly lovely, Hollie. What charming little breasts. If only they were brains...." Then da old bastid bent his head and gently began to tug at one nipple with his perfect white teeth. I shivered and tried to grap his arms, but he held me prisoner, and I could barely struckle. His soft, warm pink tongue began to run little circles around da nipple, and as I clutched at his arms, I felt that strange tingle down in my Nether Regions again. Oh, shit, what was happening to me? "Mmmmmm, Hollie," da handsome young scholar moaned. "You taste so good...." Then he glanced down toward my flat little belly. "Why, Hollie, how precious! You have a little crucifix hanging from your navel!" And I did! All da grrrls at school were getting piercings, and, like I said, even my Luv Goddess Britney Speers had one. But I didn't go to one of those nasty old tattoo parlors! Brian's older brother had just gotten outta jail, and Brian said that he was really handy with a needle, so I had allowed him to pierce my kute babyish belly-button. (I didn't tell Brian that I came when da needle broke through; I figured he'd get da wrong idea.) Anyway, I knew my dumb fucken parents would be REEAAALLLY pissed, so I got this little crucifix (sterling silver, $395.00) and hung it there, so they'd think I was getting religion. But, oh! My recko - - my reccalec - - my regu - - oh, fuck, my MEMORIES were interrupted by Mr. Saynesberry's hot lips and mischievous tongue. He had dropped to his knees in front of me and was sucking at my belly-button, carressing it with da tip of his tongue, while he fumbled with da belt and da snaps on my tight little jeans (Abercrombie for Grrrls, $89.95). I felt da jeans fall open, and his fingers hooked into my beoootiful panties and began to tug. "Got damn it, Mr. Saynesberry, stop dat!" I squealed. (What if he noticed that my little panties had gotten damp?) But O, gentle reader, imagine my fucken surprise when he grapped the crucifix in his teeth and, with one shake of his alarmingly handsome head, RIPPED IT OUT! "AAAUUUGGGHHH!" I squealed, blood spurting from my poor devastated belly-button. "Oh, Mr. Saynesberry, oh fuck, that hurt! Give me back that crucifix! That cost me a whole week's allowance!" He laughed and, with a mighty tug, jerked my jeans and panties to da floor! Then he stood up, pressed his bloody mouth to mine, and shoved the crucifix deep into my gasping young throat with his long, delicious tongue! "Ack! Ack!" I started to gag on da little silver bobble. He laughed again and, stepping back slight, SLAPPED MY FACE with his open hand - - da same hand that had been carressing my perky, etc., tits a moment before! Stunned by da force of da blow, I gagged and swallowed. Oh no! Da crucifix was on its way to my churning little bowels! I hacked and gasped and shook my head. At some point, my beautiful, bronzed English instructor had jerked the braided leather belt (Voyagers, $100.00) from my jeans, and now, holding it in one hand, he SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET, jerking da jeans and da thong off my pretty, kicking feet and dropping them to the floor. I was naked! Naked in the arms of a 30-year-old man! Me, little Hollie! O, gentle reader! As he carried me toward da door of da bathroom, I felt my blushing twat jerk and spasm uncontrollably. Oh, no! Was my own body gonna beetr - - betrae - - oh, fuck, GIVE ME AWAY? Right inside da bathroom door stood an ancient brass coat-rack. It was about six feet tall. But I, little Hollie, was only 5'1"! Mr. Saynesberry set me on my feet, bent down, and TIED MY FUCKEN WRISTS TOGETHER with da belt! I was fucken helpless! As he hoisted me up and hung my sweating, trembling form from one of da hooks, he ran his hot pink tongue down my spine, all da way to da crack of my adorable ass - - and then KEPT ON GOING! I was facing da wall now, unable to see what da darling old pervert was doing to me, as I felt his tongue slip between my ass-cheeks and flick at my quivering, delicately-scented asshole! Oh! How can I describe, gentle reader, da sensations that ran through me? It was like electricity! He licked and nuzzled at my asshole for a minute, then stopped and stood up straight. Oh, fuck! I thought. I was almost ready to come! "You're not the only one who has a pretty leather belt, darling Hollie," he murmered in my ear. What did he mean? And then I knew. He stepped back, and da next thing I knew, I heard the whistle of da leather strap cutting through the air - - WHACK!!! Right on my round, pink ass! I screamed. "Nobody can hear you, Hollie." WHACK! "Nobody gives a damn, Hollie." WHACK! "I put an *Out of Order* sign on the door, Hollie." WHACK! "Why, Hollie, do I hear music?" WHACK! I stopped screaming. Sure enough, through the thick walls, I heard da muted voice of K. C. Kasey, da emcee, announcing, "And now, ladies and gentlemen just for you, the BACKSTREET BOYS! And da walls began to throb with da opening chords of their latest hit! Oh, fuck me till I'm nearsighted! I was gonna miss da - - WHACK! I half screamed, half squealed. Tears were rolling prettily down my cheeks, as my twitching, tortured ass clenched and clenched, and my pussy swelled and shuddered and began to drip. Oh, me! My faithless body was actually enjoying dis hellish violation! Dropping da belt finally, Mr. Saynesberry stepped up behind me. Cupping my tits with his soft, warm hands from behind, he began to press into me. He had taken off his pants! He was naked! And I couldn't even see him! Oh, shit! I swung slightly, like meat on da hook, until he held me close, his hard manly chest pressed against da soft slope of my girlish back. Then I felt da slick, hot touch of his cock-head on my aching pussy lips! Oh, he was so fucken big! Oh, he would tear me apart! Oh, Daddy, here goes my cherry! Oh, when will he get down to business? I didn't have to wait long. He pressed his face against the side of my head, and, panting slightly in my ear, he RAMMED his monster, darling cock all the way in to my poor teenie cunt, not even pausing when he encountered my precious cherry and - - "YEEOOOWWW!" - - broke right through it! Clutching my waist in his strong hands, he pressed me down, down, twisting and leaping on his blood-swollen manmeat like a catfish on a pole! Oh, fuck, it hurt, it hurt so bad, oh, fuck, it was so gooood...... He thrust and thrust and snorted in my ear like da strong young stud he was. "I wonder if he's a Taurus?" I found myself thinking. "Or a Leo! I'll bet he's a Leo!" That silly little shit, what's-his-name, my sweet baby boyfriend, was an Aquariums. Then, with a mighty groan, he began to spurt inside me as I bobbed up and down on his wonderful mighty joystick. His juices shot deep inside me, gentle reader, and I felt my own juices turned loose like a hydrant in da summertime, and I screamed and cried and squirted out my love juice till I heard it dripping on da tile floor. Still holding me, fast, I felt my darling, my fucken old man lover, begin to pull out of me. Oh, nooooo...... Then, as I still hung and softly kicked , my toes jutting helplessly toward da floor, I heard him speak into my ear once again. "Okay, little Hollie," he sighed. "Thank you very much. And now it's time to introduce you to the wonderful world of sodomy!" As his cock-head touched my asshole, I let out an enormous fart, then a little squeal of delight. 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