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Normally, having a dream like the one I just had wouldn't affect me the way it has done - but with the events of the week that have occured, and with all these events from previous times dwelling on my mind - I've woke up wondering what the fuck the dream was about. It seemed so real - and the fact it was full of people I knew, in a place I was familiar with - it's scared me.

It took place in the computer room we use for Photography lessons - only it had a slightly different layout. Perhaps it was the angle that the dream took place from - I could recognise the room, it just looked slightly different. Shelly wasn't there - but Michelle was, and I wanted to sit with her.

Now normally, there's a ton of empty computers in that room - but for some reason, there was only three empty ones. Two were together and one was out on its own on the end. I wanted to sit with Michelle, but this lass - who bore this horrible resemblence to Conway - only more chavvy, with blonder hair and an orange foundation was talking to her - and she pushed me aside and sat where I was about to - so I had to sit on the end computer by myself.
For some reason, I was more angry about this than I should have been, and I refused to do any work, I just sat and stared at my YouTube channel (which is weird, because YouTube is blocked on the college servers).

Paul set us off doing a task - then he wandered out as usual.
This chavvy lass stood up and walked over to me - she stood behind me and started hitting the back of my head. Then she was poking through my hair, prodding my excema scabs and making comments about them. I don't know WHAT her actual words were, but I could always tell what the subject was, because she'd touch or point at the subject in hand. She must've done it for 5-10 minutes solid, and I didn't actually retaliate until I stood up and said things back to her.

I'm not sure what the last thing she said was - but she made me snap.
I punched her in the face, grabbed her by the neck, digging both my thumbs into the pressure points that stop you breathing - and I pushed her across the room to the printer. When we were there, I smashed her head backwards four or five times onto it, then turned her around and punched her in the face a few more times and in the stomach whilst simultaneously kicking her in the legs.
She was trying to fight back, but all her punches seemed to hit my chin or my arms - and didn't hurt me very much.

After I'd kneed her inbewteen her legs, I pushed her to the ground, held her still with one of my arms and kicked her in the sides and in the side of her head a few times until she was bleeding down one side from her ear and her lip. I walked away from her and went to sit back at my computer.

She didn't move for quite a long time - but when Paul came back, he didn't seem to notice her until she stood up and went to blab to him. She was proper crying, but managed to maintain this sly smirk.
Paul moved a chair to the side of me and started talking to me - but not about what I'd just done, about my coursework.

This went on for a while until I turned around to Paul and said:  "Why haven't you even noticed what I've done?
She's proper blagged to you and she's got her crocodile tears, so why aren't you laying into me?"

Paul still seemed proper confused. So I said: "Won't I get kicked out of college?"
Then his mood changed and he proper started ranting about all the other options I have if I got kicked out of college. It was all very confusing.

But at no point during this dream did I ever feel remorse for what I did. I sat there with the same expression the entire time. I didn't ever once show anger. Even when I was kicking the shit out of this lass, my face was totally blank. And this is exactly how I feel when I get angry and hurt things. Hence the reason this dream bothered me so much...

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A Neighbors Teenage Daughter

 

A True Story

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Chapter Seven

 

“Are you going to stick it up my butt?” I had asked, with a slight tone of fear in my voice. “No” he said, “not right now” he replied. “I’ll do that later” he said “if you want me too”, “but this position gives the best angle for penetration.” “and I can get better action against your love button this way” he said.

 

Reassured, and just a little let down, of the fact that he hadn’t planned on putting it in my butt I had reached back between my legs, found his love muscle and guided his throbbing cock up into my love passage.

 

He had slid into my pussy rather easily in this position and had began a gentle humping motion once he had gotten himself completely loaded back inside of me. Then he had started picking up the pace until he was pumping his cock into me until he had it moving like a well greased piston in an engine cylinder.

 

He was holding onto my well rounded hips with a really firm grip as he drove himself into me without mercy. I had my face buried in his wife’s pillow and was screaming out in ecstasy. We had the bed rocking to the beat as he drove me into another gut busting orgasm in his wife‘s bed..

 

I had began breathing rapidly again and had blurted out, “Oh My Fucking God!” “I’m com-m-m-i-n-g g again”, in between my squeals of sexual joy, “Oh my God, I’m coming again!”

 

My body was shuttering violently as my pussy exploded with an orgasm and I had instinctively reached back between my legs and grabbed his balls. I had felt his nut sac tighten up and I could feel his semen beginning to rise up out of his balls and in a final hard stroke I had felt it as it had gushed out of the tip of his cock and had quickly filled my hole to the point of overflowing.

 

I could feel his thick, gooey sperm as it squirted out of his cock beep in my belly and then began to ooze back out of my pussy between the sides of his cock and the walls of my vagina as it ran down my inner thighs and began to pool on the bedspread at my knees.

 

I had been moaning and squealing like a happy little slut while I had vigorously humped my ass back against his swollen cock as my pussy unleashed one load of cum after another in what seemed like an endless wave of sexual orgasms.

 

He held me in place and kept his cock inside of me for a few minutes, letting me feel it throb deep in my pussy while I tried to recover from my orgasmic delirium.

 

Having just been fucked halfway to death I had just let my body slid slowly forward until I was laying flat on my belly. He had ridden me down as I had dropped and then laid atop of me for a couple of minutes before he had finally withdrawn his tool from my pussy, and laid down next to me.

 

I had turned onto my right side and ha had quickly snuggled up to me pressing his chest against me back and with his semi-hard pecker nestled against my firm, warm buns while he cupped one of my well developed breast.

 

We had laid there and drifted off into a deep sleep, the sleep of sexual satisfaction, and had slept for a couple of hours. 

 

I had been awakened by the gentle feeling of my new lovers cock pulsating and twitching against my rump as it began to stiffen once again.

 

The extremely sensual feelings that I was experiencing, from feeling the bulbous head of his quickly stiffening cock pulsating against my haunches while slowly shoving its way in between the cheeks of my ass, had been sexually exhilarating to say the very least.

 

Then my entire body had began to quiver with sexual anticipation of what lay ahead as I had tensed up, slightly, and I had really started quivering, almost uncontrollably, with sexual excitement when the head of his nearly rigid cock had started tapping snuggly against my tightly closed butt bugger, seemingly growing harder with each tap that it had made against my anal sphincter, and had caused me to think that he was about to put his tool in my butt.

 

But then I had realized that he was yet fast asleep so I had laid there gently stroking the back of his thigh while thinking ‘maybe he’ll be willing to give it to me in the ass when he wakes up’ as I did.

 

He had awaken to the gentle stroking that I was doing on his leg, raised up slightly and nuzzled my neck for a moment before I had rolled over and we had once again began kissing and hugging, touching and caressing, each others bodies in the way that all new lovers do; shyly at first, then in a slightly more aggressive and increasingly sexual manner as we further explore the depth of our intimacy.

 

I watch his constantly changing facial expressions as he closely examines my budding womanhood; examining my rich chocolate colored breasts with their dark brown nipples that seem to responded exceedingly well to the touch of his lips and his hands.

 

I watch his eyes as they scan my pubic area with its well trimmed covering of soft, black hair, and I smile when he comments on the perfectly formed, pink, inner folds of my vulva, and the way that my swollen clitoris seemed to be standing watch over the entrance while lovingly caressing the outer lips of my vagina with his index finger and thumb.

 

He mentions the way that my pubic mound protrudes so nicely from between my legs, “like an open invitation to a ready cock or willing tongue” is what he had said as his hand glided seductively across it.

 

He hadn’t realized it right then but he had just succeeded in re-igniting the smoldering embers of the hot, burning, carnal lust for his body that I had had burning deep within my belly for these many years past, or that he was once again fanning them into a roaring, all consuming flame of carnal lust.

 

“Oh God…” I said “God Do me” staring seductively into his eyes. I began to beg “Do it to me again” in schoolgirl fashion as I spread my legs wide saying “Please do it to me again…”, “now”, “Please.”

 

He had a masculine look of sexual confidence on his face right then, not so much confidence in his sexual prowess, but confidence in the fact that he now knew that he could claim my young body, at will, to use or abuse as he saw fit, and that I would more than willingly come to him, ready to respond to him in whatever sexual manner he might chose, as he slowly moved himself into place between my thighs.

 

 

To be continued…

 

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Chapter Six

 

“Then” he said, “when I tell you to, I want you to let go of my cock, drop your weight on it and bury my cock just deep and as quickly as you can into your hole without hurting yourself”, then asked “do you understand Shannon?”

 

I was taken by his apparent concern for my well being and the fact that he seemed not to want to cause me any unnecessary pain, because although he well understood that I wasn’t a virgin he was figuring that my body would still be very tight just the same and unlike several guys who had taken me sexually and been elated in the fact that they had been able to hurt me when they had entered me and ravaged my pussy it was obvious to me that the last thing he wanted to do was to cause me any pain.

 

So I had quickly assured him that I understood exactly what he was requesting of me and told him that I was going to try my very best to accommodate his entire length all at once and that he shouldn’t concern himself with hurting me.

 

I told him that even though I were to cry out in seemingly obvious sexual pain that I expected him to hold me firmly in place and not release me until my pain had subsided and I had started responding to him sexually again. He had acknowledged that he understood and said that he would do as I had instructed him to do.

 

And just to make sure that he wouldn’t try to withdraw himself should I cry out in pain I told him that that was just my way of voicing my appreciation and gratitude to a man for what he was doing to me whenever I was enjoying the sex that we were having.

 

He had seemed to accept that and hadn’t questioned me any farther on the matter. All he said was “just remember Shannon”, “if it hurts I want you to stop”, then had asked “do you understand?”

 

“I do” I had replied as I squatted above him, took his throbbing sex organ in my right hand and had slowly began masturbating myself in the manner in which he had instructed me to do.

 

I had quickly gotten into a very rhythmic stroking action by rocking my hips back and forth while manipulating his rock hard cock head through my slimy vaginal slit and I had been totally amazed at just how quickly I had been able to achieve a gut busting orgasm so easily as I shuddered my way through another climax.

 

Just as soon as my orgasm had hit I had instinctively let go of his cock and had thrown my feet well out in front of me in one quick move and as I did I had just let my ass drop.

 

I had actually just dropped all of my bodies weight straight down onto his steely hardness and had in effect just impaled myself on his manhood sinking his entire length deep into my belly in the blink of an eye, and I had screamed out in physical pain in the process.

 

I had instantly scrambled to get my pussy back up off of his rock hard tool but true to his word he was holding on to my hips and managing to hold my ass firmly in place with my legs astraddle of his midsection and his tool throbbing deep in my belly.

 

Realizing that he had taken me at my word and that he had no intention of releasing his grip on my writhing ass until I had started responding to him sexually again I had temporarily given in to the pain and had practically collapsed on top of him.

 

I had just laid there for several minutes while my pussy muscles spasmed around his sex organ and my heart pounded with sexual delight.

 

I could feel copious amounts of my natural juices oozing from my still screaming cunt as I laid there gasping for breath. Then after several minutes we had began to kiss and were starting to do some heavy petted again once I had caught my breath and true to his word he had released his grip on my ass when I had started hunching my pussy against his swollen tool.

 

When I had was up and lifted myself up for him to be able to withdraw his meat from my belly I had seen my pussy juice glistening all over his manhood and balls and it had appeared to have been running down the crack of his ass too.

 

As he repositioned me on all fours I had seen a large wet spot on the bedspread where his ass had been. “Your wife should enjoy that” I said indicating the wet spot as I giggled at the thought of her seeing where I had wet her bed with my vaginal juices when I had made love to her husband in her bed.

 

He took up a position kneeling next to me facing my ass. He fondled my rump for several seconds before he had slowly pushed one finger into my slimy slit and worked it around for a couple of seconds before pulling it out and then inserting two fingers back into my puffy, swollen gash.

 

He commented on how velvety smooth my pussy had felt on the inside and about how I was being very receptive to his sexual stimulation. I began rocking my hips and working my pussy on his fingers.

 

When he had moved into position between my legs he had quickly moved up close behind me and had gotten awfully close to my bugger as he did.

 

 

To be continued…

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