Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Soaking Girls
Keywords: ff fsolo fff~g ws nc rape anal snuff

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Soaking Girls


At 8PM, Jo's parents left, and the girls were finally on their
own.

Jo and Meg were brown-haired, curvy ninth-graders, while their
eight-grade friend Liza was blond and short, without any real
breasts, yet. Liza had only recently begun hanging out with the
others. She was thrilled to be invited to this kind of evening,
when the two older girls would be joking affectionately, telling
her how cute she was and making her feel special.

The three smart, beautiful girls had recently started exploring a
common interest in the forbidden, and they discovered plenty of
irresistible topics. Over the last week, news had been everywhere
about an overseas female soldier who had been part of the raping
and killing of some faraway woman. The girls had devoured the
stories, debating with low, excited voices in schoolyards about
how the actual rape must have looked, how it must have excited
the woman soldier, since she stayed watching. The girls had
speculated about how a woman could contribute to that kind of
humiliation. They had wondered if it would make you soaking wet,
pointing your weapon at a naked victim, with her tits and cunt
out, and just shooting her — if it could actually even make you
come.

Apparently, the two older girls had masturbated at home to the
fantasies, and their little blond friend had listened,
mesmerized, while they had reported the following school day.
Every day, she idolized her beautiful, flawless friends more.

And now they were on their own until midnight. For an evening
like this, there was a breathless sense of expectation in the
air. Their previous get-together a month earlier had ended in
quiet, self-conscious rubbing of fingers under the blankets while
they watched one of Jo's dad's pornos. Since then, they'd waited,
with growing impatience, for this new chance.

They started by sneaking into his workroom, looking for the
films.

Back by the big screen in the living room, they picked tonight's
first piece of entertainment and sat back to eat popcorn.

An early lesbian scene seemed to catch their collective
attention. Jo broke the silence.

- “I hate lesbians.”, she said with a cruel, aroused smile. “I
mean ... real ones... Why can't they be sexy like porn stars?”

The girls all seemed to agree silently, smiling at one another in
judgemental excitement. They all knew they weren't actually
talking about lesbians, as much as one specific fellow
schoolmate.

- “They say Sandy is a lesbian...”, Liza continued the
conversation in the obvious direction.

- “It's true.”, Meg agreed, after some thought. “She stares in
the showers.”

- “She's so fucking disgusting...”, Jo finally proclaimed with
passionate, aroused despise in her voice. “Already... And she
hasn't even grown cunt hair, right?”

They all agreed, laughingly. The object of their contempt was a
flat, undeveloped little 7th-grade girl at the bottom of the
pecking order. Her actual name was Sandra. No one liked her. She
contributed nothing but blandness and reminders of her misery. In
actual truth, not a single remaining student would even miss her
if she was gone.

All of the girls were caught by the screen again. A woman was
squeezing her naked, big breasts while the other woman sucked
them.

Jo leaned up to get some more popcorn, and when she sat back she
spread her legs and snuck a pillow over her crotch. Liza watched
Jo's hands pressing rhythmically down. Jo was clearly turned on
by the naked female bodies fucking. She drew aroused breaths with
an open mouth, massaging her cunt through the pillow.

- “You have porn star tits, Jo”, Meg blurted out.

Everybody laughed. Jo seemed to gather her courage for a moment,
and eventually she tugged up her t-shirt, showing a white push-up
bra.

- “What do you say?”, she said. “Would you suck these babies?”

Everybody laughed again, in captivation.

- “It's hard to tell, with the bra...”, Liza dared to hint with a
shy, entranced voice.

There was a magic moment of anticipation, when every eye stayed
glued to the well-filled cups. Jo hesitated, but in the end she
reached back to open the fasteners. Her breasts were completely
exposed — big, firm, smooth, with hard nipples. Both Meg and Liza
stared in amazement. They had seen them before, but in this
setting a new line was being crossed.

- “They're amazing...”, Meg whispered enviously.

After some time had passed, watching the film and the breasts in
silence, Meg apparently decided to unbutton her own jeans and
slide her hand into her panties. Soon, you could see her jeans
move as she squeezed her crotch.

- “Are you rubbing off already?”, Jo whispered in blushing
arousal. “Does it feel good?”

Meg let out a restrained pant of pleasure, and Jo seemed to take
it as a challenge. She unbuttoned her own jeans and squirmed them
down her hips. A black thong beneath was small and revealing,
barely hiding what was obviously a shaved cunt. Liza found
herself absolutely mesmerized by her friend's crotch.

Liza only had seconds to stare, though, before Jo and Meg both
reached for blankets, covering their laps. Sensing some last
trace of timidness between them all, Liza reached out to cover
herself as well.

Still, underneath the blankets the girls soon all had their jeans
off. They turned their attention back to the screen and watched
the two women there eating each other's juicy cunts, sucking each
other's big, saliva-glistening tits. Now, the girls' hands had
all visibly started moving between their legs.

You could begin to make out wet sounds from Meg's crotch. She was
getting more into it now. Her face was blushing. Her fingers were
working more and more noisily.

- “I can hear you, cunt...”, Jo whispered, not without
admiration, over the moaning from the screen. “Did you piss
yourself or what?! You're so wet...”

- “Whore!”, Meg smiled back with equally playful and excited
aggression.

Jo answered by masturbating more a lot more blatantly, pinching
the nipples of her naked breasts, rubbing her hand visibly up and
down. Her eyes were glued to the screen. One of the women was
licking another's asshole now.

Liza stayed more entranced by her friends than the film. She was
masturbating with more fervor, trying to hold back, waiting for
the others to lead the way.

Meg gave in first. Just as the tongues of the two women on screen
slid into a perversely deep kiss, Meg leaned forward, opened her
mouth wide, tensed up, and came with a trembling gasp. The sight
of her climax was enough to push Liza over the edge, and seconds
later she screamed her orgasm out, squeezing her
pleasure-throbbing cunt with both hands.

A minute later, they were both watching Jo. She was staring,
keeping her focus on the screen, spreading her legs wider under
the blanket, leaning forward. Her hand moved quickly while she
let out deep grunts of satisfaction. Finally, she looked back
into her friends' eyes, trembled, and orgasmed, just for them.

...

They all slept in Jo's bedroom. There was just enough light to
make out their bodies under the covers. Jo was in the bed, and
Meg and Liza were on mattresses on the floor.

A few minutes after they started turning quiet, Jo blushing face
appeared over the edge of the bed.

- “Are you guys doing it too?”, she whispered.

One of Meg's hands was moving unmistakably under the covers. She
looked back up.

- “What do you think about?”, she asked Jo.

- “About giving that ugly bitch Sandra what she deserves!”, Jo
whispered with an honest, aggressive gasp.

No one said anything more, but Meg moaned approvingly.

Liza felt her own trimmed pubic hair against her hand. She
couldn't believe how much wetness there was, everywhere. As she
watched the others playing with themselves, her fingers started
moving as well...

She imagined all of them holding down little lesbian Sandra...
forcing the girl to kiss their tits... pressing their cunts into
her mouth...

It only took Liza seconds to orgasm, and she felt so embarrassed
that she tried to muffle her moans from the other girls. They
only laughed at her and kept going.

...

It was a sunny afternoon by the lake, at an abandoned, landing
stage for boats, and they were smoking and skipping sports day at
school. This was the path that Sandra, the misfit, normally used
to sneak through the forest around town after school.

And right now, someone was walking their way.

- “Hi Sandy!”, Jo shouted abruptly when the girl they had waited
for appeared around a bend.

Sandra was dressed in a track suit, wearing a backpack. It seemed
as if she had left sports without changing her outfit. She was
much smaller than the others, with shoulder-length, brown hair
and a kind of everyday appearance, more timid than ugly, if you
actually bothered to judge her fairly.

- “Come talk to us!”, Jo smiled.

The young girl hesitated. She kept her distance.

- “So, Sandy...”, Jo kept the conversation going. “Is it true
you're a lesbian?”

Sandra's expression suddenly showed the familiar dread that every
bully in school knew.

Liza discovered how arousing mercilessness could really be.
Sandra had no chance whatsoever of getting away... The air felt
thick with cunt-juicing exhilaration.

Not wasting time, Jo simply walked up and grabbed Sandra's arm
hard. Then, Jo pulled the short girl into a little circle between
all of them and pushed her over on her ass.

They all laughed again. Jo turned her attention to the backpack,
and she opened it and pulled out a towel.

- “Your towel is dry...”, she said harassingly to the trapped
girl. “Don't you shower after sports like a good girl? Or do you
enjoy being sweaty and dirty?”

At this point, Sandra suddenly — desperately — tried to make a
run for it, crawling between their legs.

They grabbed the screaming girl and turned her on her back. Jo
quickly rolled up the towel and pressed it down over Sandra's
mouth, to prevent the girl from making more noise.

- “Do you know what we were wondering before, Sandra?”, Jo asked
with an excited smile, when the trapped girl had turned quiet.
“We were wondering if you have any hair on your lesbian little
cunt yet...”

Liza was flooding with unbelievable excitement at this point.
They were really going to humiliate this girl so hard, right
here!

Sandra tried to fight, but they held her down with force. Meg and
Liza took the towel and kept their prisoner silent, while Jo
reached down to the hem of the sweatpants. Then Jo pulled the
pants down. When she saw a pair of white cotton panties, she
simply grabbed them and worked them down as well. A hairless,
immature child slit was revealed.

- “Yeaahh, bald as a baby...”, Jo whispered at the sight.

They all watched the undeveloped pussy in astonishment. Finally,
Jo leaned down and sniffed the crotch instigatingly. Then she
looked up at Meg.

- “Shouldn't she had taken a shower with that disgusting cunt?”,
Jo asked with overplayed disgust.

Meg bent down obediently, smelling the pussy with obvious
fascination.

- “She's sweaty and horny!”, she agreed mockingly. “I think we
turn her on...”

Jo started to button down her own jeans. She looked up at the
others, and her eyes were euphoric with lust now.

- “So I guess I should give her a shower now then, instead...”,
she panted in intense, deep-rooted ecstasy. “Mmhhh, hold her
down!”

It slowly dawned on Liza what Jo wanted to do, and it would be so
shameful and strangely hot... There would be no turning back
after this. But then again, it was fitting somehow. There was no
reason Jo, so beautiful and sexy, couldn't allow herself anything
at all...

Liza and Meg held the girl and keep her silent, while Jo wriggled
her jeans down her hips. She slid her panties down, revealing a
freshly clean-shaved crotch. Then she squatted over the body on
the ground. Seconds passed, and they all stared in focused,
excited expectation straight at Jo's cunt. Finally, Jo sighed in
relief, and watery piss started to dribble from her crotch.

The stream became strong but short. Sandra began crying.

- “What's the matter, slut?”, Jo laughed at the crying face
below. “Weren't you glad to see my cunt? I think I'll shower you
some more.”

She moved back and proceeded to pull the zipper of Sandra's
jacket down, opening the jacket. There was a t-shirt inside,
which Jo simply pulled as high up as she could. The other girls
laughed. Sandra had no breasts at all, and now that shameful
secret was out in the open.

Jo turned still for another few seconds, with a concentrated look
in her eyes. Some more piss suddenly splashed down on the flat
chest beneath. She moaned sadistically.

- “Mmmhhh... We should get out of our clothes...”, she smiled
dominantly to the others.

They took turns holding the girl down while they undressed.

Compared to Jo, Meg had slightly smaller and less shapely
breasts, but her crotch was just as shining and smooth-shaved.

Liza was not as flat-chested as the little girl on the ground,
but she embarrassedly noted the difference was only by a small
margin. Still, Liza had much larger nipples, erect and pointing
straight out. She hadn't quite dared to shave, opting for a light
trim of her little crotch-fuzz, but her cunt still looked more
childlike than the older girls'. She always convinced herself
that she simply looked cute, just as they said.

When Jo sat down again, naked, one of her hands moved slowly down
between the legs of the trapped girl. Soon, Jo's fingers spread
Sandra's smooth fuck lips and slid in between. Jo smiled cruelly.

- “So this is what a dirty, lesbian snatch feels like!”, she
purred.

Jo took command of everything, and the others were obviously fine
with it. Now, Meg also squatted down, reaching out and starting
to play with the hairless lips of the caught girl. Sandra
squirmed.

- “Push a finger inside!”, Jo ordered with excitement.

Meg moved her hand further down. Soon, a vicious, uncaring finger
disappeared into the child crotch. Sandra whimpered in agony
under the pressed-down towel that Jo had grabbed.

- “Yeah...”, Meg said in a voice that was thick with arousal.
“The bitch is tight...”

- “She's horny...”, Jo insisted in cruelty . “She likes it!”

Meg slowly pulled her hand back up and stared at it in trance.
Everyone else looked at her while she carefully smelled her
fingers. Then she turned to Liza.

- “Do you want to feel some cunt, too?”, Meg asked.

Liza moved closer. She felt a bit scared. She slowly reached out
to the helplessly waiting girl. The flat stomach was smooth and
warm... The little child pussy was soft... Liza caressed her way
in between the hairless victim lips.

She was amazed at how different the inside of another girl
felt... It was warm, slippery, and smooth...

In the mean time, Meg held her hand up in front of Liza's face,
and Liza could faintly smell cunt on the fingers — the same cunt
that she was probing brutally right now...

- “Do you want to taste her?”, Meg asked expectantly.

There was a magic moment when everything seemed to be centered
around Liza. First, she gave in to a desire to start
masturbating, with her free hand. The others looked at her in
wonder. Then, she moaned, opened her mouth, and took Meg's
fingers inside, sucking and licking the juices of another girl.
Liza started making dreamlike noises, panting, moaning. She
couldn't believe how wonderful she felt, overwhelmed by attention
as well as her forbidden cruelty against the slut below.

Liza was obviously fingering herself to orgasm...

Finally, digging her fingernails brutally, tormentingly into the
helpless cunt-walls of her slave, Liza screamed a strong,
irresistible climax out around her Meg's wet knuckles.

When Liza came to, she noticed her friends laughing and Sandra
crying hard.

- “That was so hot!”, Jo smiled, appreciatively.

Jo moved closer until her face was just inches away from Liza's.
Jo's eyes were blank with arousal and what seemed to be genuine
attraction to Liza. When Liza realized what was about to happen,
she felt herself melt away, filling up with a desire so strong
the rest of the world faded away. Their fingers touched with
electrical tension.

- “Have you ever kissed a girl, Liza?”, Jo asked through a
seductive smile.

Liza just sat there, quiet and spent. Her lips parted. There were
butterflies through her entire stomach as they both just allowed
the kiss to come. Jo's lips were soft and moist. The touch of her
wet tongue was warm and perfect.

When the short kiss ended, Jo turned her eyes down to the towel
she still pressed down and the trapped girl beneath it.

- “Did you like that, Sandra?”, Jo asked. “You like that since
you're a fucking lesbian, don't you?”

Liza felt confused, intoxicated. When she looked at Jo, who was
amping up her aggression against Sandra, Liza felt nothing but
love and desire to please her leader.

Jo released the pressure on Sandra's towel, so the trapped girl
could answer, on the verge of tears.

- “Please let me go...”, Sandra pleaded desperately.

Jo laughed.

- “Admit that you want to suck my cunt!”, she answered cruelly.

Sandra couldn't find the words to respond. Jo's hands searched
the ground, and she held up a half-inch thick, broken off twig.

- “Either you want to suck my cunt, bitch...”, she said. “...or
you want to get fucked!”

Sandra just shook her head.

- “No...”, she said. “Please don't...”

Jo pressed the rolled-up towel back down over the trapped girl's
mouth, and gave the twig to Meg.

- “Fuck the dirty little slut!”, Jo ordered with degrading fury
in her voice.

Meg looked at Liza with a curious, admiring smile.

- “Do you want to... spread her lips?”, Meg asked carefully.

Now, Liza lost herself in Meg's beautiful eyes. The soothing
pleasures of orgasm were still flowing through Liza's body. She
wanted this wonderful euphoria to never stop...

She managed to focus and bring her fingers back to Sandra's
crotch.

- “Here!”, she smiled back at Meg, holding the little snatch
apart, waiting.

The stick touched the child labia. Then, Sandra squirmed and
cried. You could see the pink flesh of her cunt being pushed
aside by the sharp wood. The stick went inside her, and she
screamed.

Liza gently brushed against Meg's fingers. There was something
slow and romantic about the way their hands touched. Their eyes
were locked. Their mouths moved closer. And then, Liza kissed her
second friend in just a few minutes.

Soon, they were pushing their tongues hungrily into each other's
mouths while thrusting the stick together, mercilessly, almost
without thinking, over and over into Sandra's crotch.

Jo pressed the towel harder into Sandra's face. Every breath
seemed to be a fight for the trapped girl.

- “Do you like that, you little fucking cunt?”, Jo hissed between
closed lips. “Maybe you want to eat me now?”

She let go with the towel for a moment, and Sandra drew a deep
breath but just coughed and cried desperately in pain. Jo waited
impatiently for some more response, but finally she simply
pressed the still hard-rolled towel back down and looked over at
the others.

- “It's time to stop playing nice...”, she smiled, clearly
enjoying her power. “Shove it into the bitch's ass!”

She motioned towards the stick. Liza loved the way each order
just excited her more... She grabbed a resisting leg, and Meg
took the other, and they forced one thigh each all the way up to
the stomach, exposing Sandra's asscrack, as if they were about to
give her some medical examination. The girls then used their free
hands to pull the little cheeks apart, staring with amazement at
the wrinkled anus in between.

Meg put one of her fingertips against the tense opening and
looked up at Liza.

- “Go ahead...”, Meg said. “You too...”

Liza put her index finger next to Meg's. Both girls examined the
texture of the puckered orifice carefully. Then, they started to
stretch the tissue, working their fingers into the warm asshole,
probing it, gasping in arousal when they felt their victim's
struggling fear.

Finally, they cleared their hands away, and Liza grabbed the
little cunt-twig harder and yanked it out, stabbing it back into
the soft insides of the tender asshole. Sandra let out a loud cry
of excruciating pain.

- “Yeah, that's it!”, Jo shouted in satisfaction. “Destroy the
little bitch!”

Liza followed instructions, thrusting feverishly. You could see
the actual asshole being tugged in and out by the tearing stick.
Meg panted and tried to help, urging on the merciless
molestation.

After a while, Sandra seemed too overwhelmed by the pain to even
try fighting it anymore. She resigned into lying still with
crying, empty eyes, taking the abuse.

- “So are you ready to admit it, you fucking lesbian?”, Jo asked.

Sandra stayed quiet. Jo removed the towel, allowing Sandra a few
full breaths. She still didn't say anything.

- “This is it...”, Jo said. “If you don't admit you want to eat
cunt, I'm gonna ... make sure you tell the truth...”

She sat down with her entire body looming above the frightened
eyes, with her knees on the sides of Sandra's head. The
juice-leaking, glistening, sticky cunt was only inches from
Sandra's face. Sandra didn't answer.

Jo simply put the towel carefully back down in place, covering
both mouth and nose, using her knees to press the cloth down,
allowing her hands to be free. Then, she started fingering her
cunt, slowly, deliberately, relaxing herself.

- “Yeaahh... We need to get the towel wet...”, she whispered in
ecstasy. “...like a real interrogation...”

After a few moments of concentration, her cunt started to
trickle. The trickle grew into a long piss stream. The towel was
slowly drenched in warm urine while Jo panted down in wide-eyed
amazement.

Sandra had to fight harder and harder. Her chest heaved. Soon,
the towel made wet sounds as she tried to suck air through it.
She seemed to have already lost most of her energy.

- “How about now?”, Jo asked when she paused. “Are you going to
confess? Or do you think girl piss is sexy, too?”

She didn't even bother to make a notion of removing the towel.
Sandra was almost too exhausted to even register the questions.

- “We're going to need more...”, Jo smiled ecstatically, turning
to Meg. “Do you want to try it?”

Jo got up to trade places, and then Meg knelt down in her
friend's place. Meg closed her eyes and relaxed.

- “Yeahhh!”, she whispered while she leaned her head back,
smiling in spellbound release.

You could hear a new stream pattering against the soaking towel.
The liquid even flooded down the sides of Sandra's cheeks now.

When Meg had finished, they spent a long time watching Sandra
sucking piss. Little bubbles formed on top of the towel.
Sometimes, the fighting girl gagged in panic. Eventually, her
breathing seemed to come a little easier. From the way it looked,
she was slowly draining the towel by swallowing the liquid. Liza
felt amazed at the way she just didn't care about the struggling,
worthless girl at all.

- “I think we should really keep the towel wet.”, Jo said. “We
need to... keep her scared...”

Things had already gone further than Liza had ever dared to
fantasize about, but right now she wanted this to never stop. An
hour ago, pissing on someone had seemed so extremely perverted
that she wouldn't have believed herself capable of actually doing
it. Now, she could hardly hold herself back... She wondered how
much more Sandra would be able to take.

- “I can go now...”, Liza whispered with poorly concealed
anxiousness.

Her heart was throbbing as she sat down. She looked into the
frightened, pleading eyes below and shivered with excitement. She
could already feel the flow coming...

The piss stream from her crotch grew strong and hard. Soon, the
torrent was splattering down into an oversaturated towel. Jo
started to interrupt.

- “Whoa, whoa...”, she said with a soft voice. “It's pretty
soaked already... Save some...”

Jo's hand moved down to the flow, presumably with the intention
of stopping it. But even though Liza tried to control herself,
the warm shower ended up all over her friend's fingers. Jo didn't
seem to mind, though. She simply pressed her wet hand in against
the cunt. Liza screamed straight out in surprise and pleasure.

- “Yeah, that's it...”, Jo whispered. “Take it easy... Wait for
the towel to suck it up...”

Liza sat down, and suddenly Jo's hand was wedged between the
soaked towel and the soaked slit. Before Liza realized what she
was doing, she had started grinding, panting in pleasure. Jo did
nothing to stop her friend. After a few seconds, Jo whispered
into Liza's ear.

- “I think... you should ... make the towel a little more wet
now...”

The hand was holding Liza's cunt firmly, obviously not letting
go. Their eyes met, and Liza saw encouragement. In a jubilant
daze, she managed to let out another strong piss-squirt into Jo's
palm. Jo gasped. Liza restarted her grinding back and forward
against the drenched grip. You could hear squishy noises from the
towel beneath.

Sandra twisted. It seemed to become increasingly difficult for
her to breathe.

Jo was face to face with Liza now. They sat as close as possible.
Jo took Liza's hand and moved it down to her own cunt, and their
lips met again. Then, Liza also felt her palm being filled with
her friend's warm urine. This was a perverted, incredibly
exciting wetting game. Jo's perfect tits pressed out flat against
Liza's chest. They started masturbating each other, kissing
deeply through moans of euphoria.

- “She's going to die, isn't she?”, Liza gasped for confirmation
between kisses.

- “Yeahh...”, Jo moaned back. “Do you care?”

Liza already knew there had only been one way this could ever
have ended, and it felt only right.

The girls kept fingering, pissing, and kissing their way toward
orgasms. All the time they pressed down as hard as they could
into Sandra's face.

Liza was the first to go. Suddenly, she just let out a
high-pitched scream, and then she trembled and climaxed in her
friend's arms.

Jo waited for Liza to come around. Then, Jo carefully pulled her
hand out and held it up, covered in cunt juice and urine.
Instinctively, Liza took the fingers in her mouth, licking in
submission.

- “Are you done pissing...?”, Jo whispered into Liza's ear.

You could see bubbles sucking through the towel each time Sandra
tried to breathe. She was so weak that there was no real need to
hold her down now.

- “...because, I think Meg has more...”, Jo continued carefully
but suggestively.

Liza eventually got up on unsteady legs, and a few moments later,
the girls had switched places.

Jo and Meg kissed infatuatedly while they sat on the towel. Large
teenage tits pressed out against even larger ones as they forced
their cunts into the flushed face below.

Eventually, Jo's hand reached around Meg's ass. Liza watched
transfixed as Jo's fingers slowly spread the asscheeks. It looked
perverted — sexy even... A finger started working its way gently
into the asshole.  Meg just sat there subserviently, allowing it.
She apparently managed to open her ass up to welcome the finger
in, and then she actually began fucking herself back onto it,
while she pushed her cunt harder and harder against the squishing
towel. Jo also slid her cunt faster against Sandra's face.

The fucking girls appeared to reach orgasm at the same time,
collapsing in a beautiful teenage-girl embrace, both of them
moaning loudly with closed eyes.

When things had turned quiet, the three friends seemed to realize
for the first time that they had lost track of time, and the sun
had moved behind the trees, leaving them all in shadow.

- “Guys, we're gonna be late...”, Meg said with a hint of worry.

Sandra still opened her eyes every now and then. She was barely
breathing. They didn't press the towel down anymore. The weight
of the wetness alone prevented the exhausted girl from getting
almost any air into her lungs.

- “What are we going to do with her?”, Meg asked.

- “Let's throw her in the lake...”, Jo said. “Do you think it's
ok?”

No one answered. They were all working up their courage and to
say the words everyone was waiting for.

- “We have to make sure she's really dead first, don't we?”, Meg
finally asked.

There was another short, tense silence, when you could even hear
the wheezing breath of their schoolmate. Finally, Jo walked over
to the girl on the ground, looking for some reaction, kneeling
down.

- “I think we can just press the towel down really hard...”, she
said with cold indifference.

And that was that... They sat down by Sandra's head. Everyone
helped grabbing ends of the rolled up towel with their hands.

Liza looked into Sandra's eyes, and she saw them focusing and
looking back.

Liza felt her cunt start to moisten again, from the realization
that Sandra was actually awake and fully aware of what happened,
watching them murdering her. Just at that moment, they all
pressed the towel down.

The naked little girl kicked about weakly. Her feet were curling
up, and her ass wriggled, bucking the bald cunt up in the air.
The girls pressed down so hard that little rivers of urine
squeezed out of the towel, trickling down over the struggling
face. Sandra's strength seemed to fade quickly.

It was difficult to tell exactly when she died. Suddenly her body
was just limp, and her slender legs had stopped kicking and
moving. Meg and Liza looked over at Jo. She hesitated for a
moment, and then she used two fingers to open an eye wide. They
all looked down into the motionless pupil.

- “We killed her!”, Jo proclaimed in triumph.

...

When they were dressed, they semicircled up around the corpse in
the grass.

- “We just have to get her clothes back on and throw her in...”,
Jo said.

They redressed their murder victim, and then they carried the
dead weight out on the landing stage. When they threw the body
over, it splashed down in the water and turned on its stomach
with only the backpack over the surface.

They looked on as the corpse drifted out slowly. Eventually Jo
interrupted the silence.

- “You know guys...”, Jo said. “We should get some popcorn and
get ready for tonight!”

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First published 2009 and since free for use under the CC0 licence
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