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|    Story: In at the Deep End 2 of 2 (1/4)    |
|    25 Jul 06 12:00:42    |
      Story: In at the Deep End 2 of 2              By Paula (bb/gg, rape, gb, teen)              Introduction              When Emma was eight-years-old she'd been selected, groomed, and finally       fucked by her swimming coach. She'd been a willing victim, and although       slightly pressured into giving up her cherry, she hadn't been forced.              She'd never told anyone, and although going back to the pool many times       after that "damn two-week holiday" to Spain with her parents, she'd       never seen her coach "boyfriend" again.              She'd thought about that summer many times, and had slipped her tiny       fingers into her wanton pussy almost every night, imagining hard cocks       pounding her like he'd done so long ago. She loved cumming, but even       after five years of finger fucking herself almost every night, she       hadn't held, tasted or felt a hard cock slipping into her soaking pussy       since she was eight.              Chapter 1              "Emma...EMMA" the harsh, whispered sound of her name snapped the       thirteen-year-old back to reality.              "What?" she responded to her friend, who was sitting at the next table.              "Did you remember to bring the mascara?" Sue asked. Emma nodded "Yes",       smirking at her friend's obvious excitement. "And the perfume," she       added, a little louder than she'd hoped.              The eagle eyes of the teacher shot up from his papers, scanning the room       in search of the disobedient culprit. All heads stayed locked down,       buried in their English literature books, no one daring to move an inch.              They were into their fifth week at the new school. Year 8, Class B was       full of mostly thirteen-year-old boys and girls in their first year of       senior school. Emma had known Sue since Primary school, and they were       the best friends - sharing everything, toys, CDs, clothes and even       boyfriends to a degree, although Emma had never told Sue about being       fucked by Trev when she was eight, and they'd talked endlessly about       boys, sex, and stuff. She'd even told Sue all about masturbating and       they'd chatted on-line in sex rooms and seen some really cool porno pics       and vids.              They were both really into fashion and make-up and loved looking sexy       and having guys of all ages looking at them as the walked by. In fact,       sometimes during hot days they'd dress up in really short skirts and       parade around the park or mall giggling at the men ogling them.              At thirteen, both girls were developing well and thanks to her generous       Mum, Emma's once strawberry-blonde hair was now pure blond, which       mysteriously matched Sue's perfectly, both in color and length. They       were both around five feet tall, slim with shapely little asses. There       were some differences between the girls, Sue's eyes were bright green       and she was further developed in the boob area managing to just fill an       'A' cup while Emma, whose eyes were dark brown, was still in training bras.              The bell rang and the once hushed studious class erupted into a frenzy       of voices, chairs being dragging across the floor, running feet rushing       to the door and the drowned voice of Mr. Collins reminding them of next       week's homework.              The two girls had other things on their mind, they rushed to the girl's       toilets and dived into each other's bags in search of the clothes and       make-up they'd sneaked out of their houses that morning.              "Do you think they'll take us there?" Sue asked excitedly while       adjusting the waistband of the denim mini.              "I don't know" Emma answered, "they said to meet them by the football       pitch. You've got the stuff, right?" She added sharply halting the       application of mascara and looking directly at her friend.              "Of course I have," Sue answered feeling somewhat affronted "in the bag,       like before!"              "Sorry" Emma responded apologetically, "it's just without it they won't       let us in and they're SOOOO cute." Both girls burst into giggles as they       continued to apply more make-up before finishing off dressing.              They'd been planning this for days now and when the two girls emerged,       the impact was fabulous. Both looked identical, ankle length pink suede       boots, denim minis and pink belly top T-shirts. Their hair, sunglasses       and make-up finished off the look perfectly, making both girls look like       models out of one of the Teen magazines they worshiped every week.       They'd told their Mums they were staying after school to go to the drama       club, so neither girl was expected home for a few more hours.              Chapter 2              Fifteen minutes later, the two excited nymphets entered the park, and       with their little asses swaying provocatively in unison, paraded down       the path towards the football pitches. As they rounded the bend by the       public toilets, they spotted the resident pervert hovering near the       toilet block, watching the children go by. Both girls had seen old Gus       many times and like many of their friends, enjoyed teasing him by       flirting and flashing him from time to time.              "Let's give him a treat," Sue whispered wickedly as they drew closer.              "Sure?" Emma replied as she felt his eyes drinking in their bodies as       they stopped a few meters in front of him.              "Hi Gus," Sue sung as she swayed slightly from side to side, "it's       really hot, isn't it?' she added. With that she took hold of the hem of       her skirt and lifted it up flashing her panty-clad mound to him. Seeing       her friend's actions Emma too lifted her skirt, also exposing her mound,       which unlike her friend, was covered with smaller, sheerer material.              Gus got to see a lot more of their contents than she'd guessed. His eyes       glazed over, but before he could make any move, they'd let go of their       skirts and skipped off giggling at the "pathetic pervert."              Emma spotted them first. "There they are," she purred excitedly, "over       by the far pitch."              "I see them, there all there," Sue replied, adding in a mocking tone,       even Leo!" Emma blushed.              Leo was the eldest and, according to Emma, the most scrumptious of the       gang. In all there were four guys and one girl. They were the cool ones,       all around fifteen years old and in year 10. Most had tattoos and       piercings, which really pissed the teachers off. The girl, Becky, was       Leo's cousin and, according to gossip, had a twenty five year old       boyfriend who'd been fucking her since she was twelve!              As soon as Emma set eyes on Leo, her little teenage pulse started       racing. It had taken weeks of trying to get the guys to notice them       before they'd started talking to the girls. And then, out of the blue, a       few days earlier Leo asked them to meet them after school. They'd told       the girls that if they wanted to be part of the 'group', they'd have to       pass a test. Today was test day!!              "Hi girls" Rob said as they got closer, "you ready for your initiation?"              "You bet" Emma replied, lifting the bag off her shoulder "we've got all       the stuff you told us to get."              "Not here," Pete the blondest of the guys said, "follow us" he added as              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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