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   My Date With Kylie By PsykkoZakk

   I was used to getting my own way, you know?  I mean, I'm 16 years old,
I'm good looking, captain of the junior varsity football team, class
president.  I get good grades in school.  All of the girls want to go out
with me.  My parents and younger brother worship the ground that I walk on,
so why not Kylie?  Why not my girlfriend?

   At first I tried to figure out what I was doing wrong.  Maybe I needed a
hair cut.  My sandy hair was a little on the shaggy side when we started
going out, but a trim didn't fix things.  Maybe my car wasn't cool enough.
My father had bought me a red Wrangler for my 16th birthday, but maybe
Kylie wanted more.  About the time Dad upgraded my wheels to a BMW I was
ready to give up.  All of this and Kylie wouldn't give in.

   Like I said, I'm a popular guy.  I look in the mirror and I realize what
the girls are after.  I'm chiseled, sort of a high school Adonis.  My jaw
is firm, my eyes are deep and brown.  I'm hung too.  Eight and a half
inches of molten steel with giant plum sized balls to match.  What wasn't
to like?

   The more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off that Kylie wasn't
interested.  I thought about it and thought about it and a fire began to
rise within me.  Then, a plan started to form for my date with Kylie that
evening, a malicious plan to teach her who was boss.

   That night when I stopped at her house to pick her up, Kylie met me at
the door looking beautiful as always.  She was small, petite, in every way.
She stood only 5'4" tall, dwarfed by my own 6'1" stature, she weighed a
mere 100 pounds while I tipped the scales at 210.  Even her bone structure
was tiny down to the high cheekbones.  Still, she was beautiful.  Today her
hair was dyed an almost magenta shade which I knew was courtesy of a couple
of packets of Kool-Aid.  Her pale blue eyes were highlighted by the dark
mascara all around the outer edges.  Kylie was dressed in her usual come-on
style with a tight midriff baring orange ribbed tank shirt and tight raver
blue jeans.  I looked longingly at her breasts, obviously not constrained
within a bra and I started to stiffen.

   "Ready?" Kylie asked as we made our way back to my car.

   Was I ever ready!  This little bitch wasn't going to know what hit her.
"Sure am." I satisfied myself with telling her and then I flashed her one
of my winner smiles, the kind that got me all of the awards at school and
made my parents and teachers believe every word I said.

   We were supposed to be going bowling, Kylie knew that, but I made like
the car had broken down and pulled it over to the corner of the road. 
"What's wrong?" Kylie looked all concerned.  I was thankful she didn't know
shit about cars or she probably would have suspected something was up,
especially since I'd managed to make this happen down an old abandoned
logging road I'd only gone on under the pretense of taking a short-cut to
the alley.

   I didn't keep the game up any longer.  I grabbed Kylie and pulled her to
me, pressing her face into mine and yanking on that wonderful red hair. 
Her lips protested my tongue, but the entry into her mouth was fairly easy.
Like I said, Kylie had nothing compared to me in either size or strength.

   Breaking my lips away, my voice turned into a low growl.  "I'm so sick
of you teasing me, you little bitch.  Tonight I'm taking what I want and
there isn't a damn thing you can do about it!"

   The eyes were wide with fear, those cute blue eyes that I loved.  The
fear only increased my rage and the stiffness of my dick.  I started
ripping away that little tank top.

   "Stop it!" Kylie whined as I broke the breasts free.  Then, more
forcefully as I attacked them with my hands, kneading and releasing a
little too harshly, allowing my finger nails to dig into her tits until the
blood flowed from within them.  Her voice was louder now and much more
panicked.  "Please, Steve, you're hurting me!"

   I didn't care and I had all that I could do to keep from laughing in her
face.  Instead, I slammed her head into the door of the Wrangler hard
enough that she'd be guaranteed a bruise.  "Shut up you little fuck, or
I'll cut your tits off!"

   She knew I meant it and for awhile she didn't complain except to grunt
and groan and struggle, but she couldn't fight me off and she knew it.  The
whole time tears were just streaming down her face, but they only served to
arouse me more.

   I finished with her boobs.  They were all bloody now anyway, so I really
didn't feel like playing with them anymore.  All that was left was the
jackpot.  I yanked her jeans off and she responded by pressing her legs
together tightly.  It was a struggle to get those little panties off of
her, but when I did I pried her legs apart and stuck my hand inside.

   Kylie started fighting again at this point.  I bashed her head into the
door again and used a pocket knife to cut a little hairline trail from her
knee, along her inner thigh, up to her pussy lips.  "Any more struggling
and it's the knife inside of you instead of my dick!" I told her and she
went back to her silent whimpering.

   I stood up now and pulled off my pants.  I wasn't wearing underwear so I
allowed her to stare at me for a minute.  She was crying hard now, knowing
what she was in for.

   I climbed down next to Kylie in the car and swung my body on top of
hers. Blocking the sounds of her protests from my mind, I pried her legs
apart with my knee.  That was when Kylie bit me on the shoulder.

   I snapped my head up to look at her and saw from her eyes that she knew
she'd made a mistake.  "You asked for it!" I yelled as I assuaged the
damage from the bit.  In one swift move I grabbed the knife and swiped the
tip off of Kylie's left boob.  She screamed in horror as the wound gushed
blood.  In her horror, she forgot to clamp her legs together and I took her
in one thrust.  Another scream and more blood as her hymen tore.

   Too far gone to stop now I pumped her in and out and in and out,
brutally, not caring that she was screaming and there was blood everywhere.
I felt my dick stiffen inside of her and braced myself for my orgasm. 
Shooting inside of Kylie, I collapsed on top of her and smiled to myself as
she cried in pain and terror.  What a perfect date.