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Under The Bridge [mf, teen, rape]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This is the last story that I have written so far. I posted 3 others
near the end of last year and for the most part I got some favorable
replies. I hope that someone out there likes it. If you like it, I'll
try to come up with another one. If you missed the other ones, and
would like to read them, drop me a line. If I get a bunch of requests,
I'll repost them here. Anyway, standard warnings apply. This story has
sex all in it. If you don't like sex ... don't read it! Anyway ...
enjoy it!
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| © 1992 Bill Monroe |
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/// Under The Bridge ///
It was dark and the rain was coming down hard. I could hear the
sound of hail hitting the top of my car as I drove on the interstate
highway towards New York. I had slowed to 35 miles per hour and because
I still couldn't see the road through the windshield, I thought about
pulling off the road at the next exit, but I had to keep going. The
rain kept coming, and the hail grew bigger. I could just barely make
out a bridge ahead and decided to stop under it.
The patter of the rain and thumping of the hailstones ended as I
slowed under the bridge. When I came to a stop, I put Kitaro's latest
CD into the player and listened to it to help with the boredom of just
sitting there and waiting for the rain to die down a bit so I could get
going once again. Into the second song on the tape, another car drove
up under the bridge and stopped on the other side of the road.
I could see that in the car was two people. One, the driver, was a
man. The passenger was a woman. I couldn't see them in the car very
well, but I could see this much. Another song went by and then I saw
the passenger door open. The woman got out. She was wearing what looked
like a black London Fog raincoat. She walked around to the front of the
car. I could see her very clearly as the headlights were still on. She
wasn't tall. She looked about the height of a 15 or 16 year old girl.
She had blonde hair that was a little longer than shoulder length tied
into a pony tail. She just stood there. Then I heard the horn blow. She
undid the belt of the raincoat and let it drop to the pavement. She
took off the raincoat to reveal that she was wearing a black bikini
underneath. She tossed the raincoat onto the hood of the car.
I looked at her standing there in the glow of the headlights. Her
tits were small, and I thought that I could make out the buds of her
nipples trying to poke out through the material of her top. Her legs
were free of fat and looked very nice. Her ass was round firm. She
looked like she could be a gymnast training for the olympics. Her face
was very cute, but she didn't look like she was enjoying being outside
in the cold dampness under the bridge practically naked.
I heard the horn blow again. She reached back with her hands and
untied the string holding up her top. She let it drop to the pavement
next to the belt of the raincoat. She cupped each breast in her hands.
I saw the buds of each nipple were hard and pink with youth. I wondered
again as to her age. Then, again the horn blew. She looked long into
the car where the driver sat. The horn blew again, longer and seemingly
louder that before. She turned around putting her back to the car. She
started sliding the bottoms off down her legs.
To get them off, she bent down exposing her firm ass to the
constant stare of the headlights. When they were off, she dropped them
to the ground and turned back around.
I looked at her standing there in the glare of the headlights. She
looked too helpless, too innocent to be doing this. I tried not to look
anymore, but the horn blew again. It was not only an order for her, but
an order for me to look as well. She stared into the windshield,
crying, as she moved one hand to her hairless pussy. She reached with
the other to cup her breasts and pinch each nipple. She put her finger
inside her pussy, sliding it in and out. An 18-wheeler drove past. I
guess that the driver saw what was going on, because he let out a blast
on his air horn.
This broke my concentration on the girl long enough to notice that
I was hard from watching what was going on outside. I unzipped my pants
and took out my cock. I started stroking it slowly while once again my
attention turned to what was going on happening across the street.
The man got out of the car. He had a sack with him. He looked at my
car and gave an evil sort of grin. He sat the bag on top of the
raincoat that the girl had tossed on the trunk. He turned to the girl
and kissed her. As he kissed her, he put his hand on her pussy mound.
The girl pulled away. He grabbed her and hit her hard on her ass. She
fell to the concrete. He reached down into the bag and brought out two
handcuffs. One, he put around her ankles, and with the other one he
cuffed her hands behind her back. Then he reached down and grabbed her
by the hair and stood her up. He reached down to her pussy again and
shoved his finger into her tender, young pussy. I could tell that she
let out a scream. He slapped her ass and yelled something at her. He
continued driving his fingers into her. He reached around with his
other hand and jammed one, or was it more, finger into her asshole. He
kept this up until the CD was over.
Then when he quit, he reached back into the bag and pulled out what
looked like a ping pong paddle. He threw the girl onto the hood of the
car and gave her 15 hard swats on her ass with the paddle. At the
beginning of the paddle attacking the flesh of her ass, she tried to
struggle free, but by the last few hits, she didn't, or couldn't, move
at all.
He unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. He reached in and pulled
out his small, crayon sized dick and started fucking the little girl's
red ass. In no time at all, he pulled out, and turning the girl over,
came all over her tits and face.
He put his tiny dick back into his pants and turned to my car again
and gave me that same sinister grin. He took off the hand cuffs and put
them back into the bag. He picked up the bikini top and bottom as well
as the raincoat belt and put it into the bag. He also put in the paddle
and lastly, he stuffed the raincoat down into the bag causing it to
break. He hit the girl on the ass, but she didn't move. He looked at
me, then he picked up the girl off the hood and threw her into the
flooded ditch on the side of the road. Put the bag back into the car,
started the engine and sped off through the driving rain.
I just sat in my car in a state of disbelief over what I had just
seen. I had been stroking my cock through the entire episode and now it
was about to explode. I fumbled for a kleenex to keep my cum from
spurting all over the car's dash. I came as another big truck roared
past.
I looked over to where the man had tossed the girl into the ditch.
I couldn't see her. I started to wonder about her condition. I mean, I
knew that she would get pneumonia or worse by lying in the cold, wet
water that had run off from the road. I zipped up my pants and got out
of my car and ran across the interstate to avoid a car that was
approaching.
When I got on the other side, I slowed to try to find her. I looked
for a few minutes and found her lying next to one of the pylons
supporting the bridge that was sheltering us from the storm. She was
lying on the edge of a run off ditch that was about to run over. In
fact the ditch was about to become a raging river. I yelled out to her
to find out if she was alright, but she didn't show any signs of
response. I thought about what I should do. The only thing that made
sense, was to wade out into the ditch and get her out of the rushing
stream.
When I stepped into the water, a chill went up my spine. This was
like icewater! I got to her and looked at her before I picked her up.
She was so petite. Her face, even though covered with mud and grass,
was angelic. She was light and I had no trouble carrying her out of the
ditch, although I did slip a little on the muddy bank. I carried her
back to my car and laid her in the backseat. I could tell that she was
still alive and thought that the best thing was to get her warm. I
started the engine and turned on the heater.
By this time, the rain had died down. I decided to drive on and
check us into the next hotel I came to. But how to check a totally
naked, unconscious girl into the hotel? I pulled off on the side of the
road, just before the exit, and got my suitcase out of the trunk and
put a t-shirt and a pair of my jeans on her. She looked funny wearing
clothes that were way too big, but it was better than nothing. I
checked into the Day's Inn as Mr. Smith, and gave a false address as
well as tag number. I carried her up the stairs to the room. I was so
happy that no one saw us. Once I locked the door, I took her into the
bathroom to get her cleaned up.
I took off the clothes that I had put on her, and sat her down in
the shower. I turned on the shower. I took off my clothes also, and got
into the shower with her and started to wash the caked on muck off of
her. When I had finished washing her, I cleaned myself. After first
drying myself, I dried her off and carried her to the bed. I pulled
down the covers and tucked her in. I sat in a chair next to the bed and
watched her sleep. So young and innocent as she lay there, curled up
sleeping in a fatal position. She looked so peaceful as I watched her
sleep, that it wasn't long before I dozed off myself.
I woke hearing "Beep - Beep! .... Crash! Bang!" and then sounds of
laughter "Wha ...?" I asked in my mind. I opened my eyes to see that it
was daylight. I saw that the TV was on. I could recognize that it was
the Roadrunner who had just woke me up. I turned to look at the bed. I
saw the girl sitting up in the bed laughing at the antics in the
cartoon. Her smile was like that of a model. "Good morning," I said,
"How are you?"
She got out of the bed, and came over to the chair. She bent down
and, I was surprised when she kissed me on the lips. "Thank you." She
said in a soft, delightful, feminine voice, that had what sounded like
a German or Russian accent to it. She kissed me once again, opening her
lips beggingly for my tongue to enter the warmth of her sweet mouth. As
she kissed me, with her hands she opened the kilt that the towel around
my waist had formed. I didn't quite know what to make of this, but I
knew that I wasn't going to ask her to stop when she took my soft penis
into her gentle hands and started rubbing along its length.
I reached out with my hand, fitting the entirety of one of her
small tits in my palm. As I massaged the tender mound of her breast, I
began to kiss her on the neck, just below her ear. I heard her let out
a sigh. With my other hand, I touched the softness of the blonde hair
above her pussy.
When my dick was hard, she stopped moving her hand and pulled away
from my kisses. She got on her knees, between my legs, and looked up at
me. She looked at me with her blue eyes and smiled. She looked at my
rod, and seemed to admire it for a second before she wrapped her soft,
warm lips around its width. She slowly, tenderly worked up and down and
the warm smoothness of her mouth felt so wonderful. I let out a
contented sigh. I began to slowly pet the blonde silk that she had for
hair. I couldn't believe that a blow job could feel this good. It was
better that the best sex I ever had!
She must have knew when I was about to cum, because, just when I
was ready to explode the contents of my dick into her loving mouth, she
stopped, kissed me, and went back over to lay in the bed. She motioned
for me to follow which I did without hesitation. I wanted to stop an
just look at her, but my instincts took over. I laid next to her, and
kissed the tit that was opposite the one closest to me. I slowly worked
my tongue in circles around her hardening pink nipple. As I was tasting
her bud, I could feel her hand hold my head close against her. I
started to suck her tit harder, trying to get all of the succulent, yet
small handfull into my mouth. I moved one hand under her back to hold
her body tight against mine. The other hand slid down her stomach
searching for the soft hair that marked the opening to her pussy. I
slid down a little further to find the moist opening and gently started
massaging her.
I moved to her other breast, first lightly going around her nipple,
then sucking as if I were a newborn and she was my mother. Although,
she could not have milk, the taste of her sweet flesh made me attack
this one with no less energy. The wetness of her pussy was obvious by
now and there was no resistance as I gently inserted one finger
slightly into her. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to taste the warm
juices that was surrounding the tip of my finger. I was saddened
momentarily about the thought of letting her perfect little breast out
my mouth, but as I moved and saw where my next taste treat was to come
from this sadness quickly faded.
I stopped along the way to her sex to kiss her a few times. One
between her breasts; one about at her sternum; one on her belly button,
where I teased the depression with my tongue a bit; one where the
softness of her small bush began, where I could start to smell the
sweetness of her pussy; and finally, I kissed the top of her slit where
her moist juices first touched my lips. I tasted my lips with my
tongue. The taste of her was so good, better than anything I had ever
tasted. I wanted more.
When I tickled the tip of her clit with my tongue, she let out a
soft moan and parted her legs giving me full access to what I wanted. I
kissed the inside of her thighs softly then turned my attention to her
pretty pussy. I flicked my tongue on the lips of her opening for a few
seconds. Then she reached down to part them and I began to work, (if
you could call it that) on bringing her to the brink of orgasm. As her
love juices continued to flow, I began to fuck her with my tongue,
while I rubbed on her hardening clit with my fingers. The taste and
smell of her was driving me crazy. I moved up to kiss her bud, and
moved my hand to rub along the length of her pussy slowly tracing a
line back and forth from where my tongue was tasting her clit at the
top of her pussy, along the lips, to the bottom of her snatch, then
back to her clit, occasionally continuing down to lightly touch the
tightly closed opening of her ass.
One time after another I traced this line. I could hear her breaths
get heavier and she sighed when on a trip up to her clit from her
asshole I slowly inserted my forefinger into her. As I went deeper into
her canal with my finger, she lifted up to meet the intruder. It didn't
take much of this before I could feel her tight pussy, almost close
around finger. As I went in and out, I could feel her insides start to
quake. She let out a loud moan as her body exploded into orgasm.
I did want her orgasm to quit. I pulled away quickly and got on top
of her. She was still shaking when I first touched my hard dick to the
opening of her pussy. I didn't have the chance to put my dick into her.
Instead, she thrusted her pelvis up and captured my meat. "My God," I
thought, "she's so tight!" It felt like ... well I never felt anything
like this before. All I knew was that I surely wouldn't be able to last
to long with my sword inside this wonderfully tight, silky smooth
scabbard. I started fucking her with a vengince. I could hear the
slapping sound of our bodies hitting against each other. I held her
tightly against my body. I kissed her neck, her ear. I could feel the
heat of our bodies and lightly licked the beads of sweet saltiness that
had formed on her forehead. As we continued to fuck, we stared into
each others eyes, trying to see through them to read the thoughts that
were flashing on the brains under them.
We were thinking the same thoughts as we both kissed each other
deeply. I could hear a muffled cry as she came for the second time. The
convulsions of her body had a powerful effect on my too hard, too
aching an to ready to explode cock. I tried to hold my orgasm back, but
to no avail. With one final thrust, trying to feel the back wall of her
wet, dark tunnel, my swollen balls released their contents with the
rush of fury as if the Hover Dam itself had broken, giving way to let
the full, entire contents of the swollen lake crash into the helpless
valley below. So was the feeling of my body's orgasm. It felt as
thought the cum of ten orgasms had just been shot out of my raging love
cannon into her.
After we both came, we just lay there, me still inside of her, not
moving except for the rise and fall of our chests from the deep, heavy,
and fast breaths of air we were trying to gulp. Our bodies began to
recover from this wonderful aerobic excersize. Exhausted, we fell
asleep.
I woke before she did. I went to take a shower. A short while
later, she joined me. We took turns washing each other. Her touch was
so soft and gentle. After the shower, we went down to the restaurant
and ordered brunch, and talked for a while.
Her voice was as beautiful to listen to as she was to look at. I
learned that she was from Russia and her name was Svetlana. Her family
was so poor and could not support her. She was the youngest daughter
and they gave her to a man that told her family that he would get her a
good job in the States. Instead, she was smuggled into this country and
was sold to another man as a sex slave. Last night, she had been given
to another man. She didn't like him and she thought that he was going
to kill her. She said that she was 21, but I knew that that was
impossible. When I pressed her, she said that she was only 16.
I shook my head, and swallowed the lump that had just formed in my
throat. I knew that I wasn't a pedophile, but what I had just done
would certainly be statutory rape on the state I lived in. But, on the
other hand, I can't deny that I enjoyed being with a girl some 11 years
younger that I was. I just hoped that no one that I knew found out.
I asked her what she wanted to do and if she wanted to go back to
Russia. She said that she didn't want to go back to Russia, and that
she wanted to stay with me. I asked her if she was serious about this.
She leaned across the table and kissed me. "Da," She said, "I want to
stay with you forever." I kissed her back and then donned on me that I
was supposed to get married in a couple of months to a nice American
girl that I have known since highschool. My whole family was looking
forward to this wedding and we had been planning it since two years ago
when I entered graduate school. We had a good life planned and waiting
for us after the wedding. I sat there in the booth at the restaurant,
and looked at her beautiful, angelic face. The answer as to what I
should do was very clear.
"Sveta ... ," I said, pausing to catch my breath, closing my eyes,
wondering for just a moment more if I was making the correct choice,
wondering if my family and friends would ever forgive me for what I was
about to do. I opened my eyes to see this gift from the gods still
sitting before me, and upon seeing her beautiful face, her wonderful
smile, I realized that I really didn't care too much what anyone else
thought and I continued "I want you stay with me forever, too."
We kissed and I got up to pay the bill. We went back up to the room
and made good use of the hour left until checkout time.
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To this day, even though my parents still won't talk to me, I do
not regret the decision I made that day. Its been 5 years to the day
since we first met. We are, at this moment, sitting in the same booth,
at the same hotel restaurant having brunch. Sitting in front of me is
Sveta and I swear that she is more beautiful than she was on that first
day of our lives together. I kiss her on her still soft, moist, perfect
lips. I glance at my swatch and smile at her. One more hour until
checkout time.
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