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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Veronica (MF, rp) by Beetlebum (Address withheld by request) *** It's 1968, and a guy named Gian takes the lead roll on this story. He rapes a 19-year-old psychedelic queen by the name of Veronica, which, to his amazement, gladly accepts her role as the victim. *** West Palm Beach, FL, Oct. 20th 1668 circa noon or early afternoon. Veronica went for a walk around the shoreline of Palm Beach, the salt water was gently making its way at her feet, she was 19, and quite a dish. I might add, she wore a typical low-rise moss green bikini along with a cute top that made her stand out as the teenage queen of mod. To my eyes, her skin was very tanned with her dirty blonde hair to her shoulders and split at the middle as would any girl'd wear her hair in the late 60's. She was pure eccentricism somehow turned erotica, I could do nothing but watch her walk a great distance and disappear in the horizon of the beachfront resort. "I must have her," I said to myself; "No matter what, I must!" Me, being one of the million starving musicians who made their home at the trendy beach side of Florida; I was 22 at the time, and very much in shape, I sported semi-long dark hair and sideburns, and a very psychedelic persona. The resort was quite nice, the Bungalow, it was called, pure 60's extravaganza of art-deco meets UK fashion; I found my way back to my room, where I had to get off with only a thought of her, an everlasting fantasize of her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my back. I wanted her. It was almost 7 pm now, and I needed something in my stomach before going to the gig that was to take place at a cafe that was a few blocks away...to my surprise, Veronica was sitting in a table, missing a companion; I sat on the chair facing her, she smiled and introduced herself, but before she could say her name, I interrupted her mermaid voice. "I know who you are Veronica, you were once at my friend Fabio's house on the night of the surfer's get- together... recall?" "You're one of the surfers boys?" "God forbid, I'm Fab's friend and a musician...I play around the corner tonight, as a matter of fact..." I added with confidence. "Oh, that's great, I wish you luck... mhm... well I must get going, I'm supposed to be somewhere right now." she added, much to my disappointment. "Well... can't you? Maybe later... um... forget it, I'm sorry, go if ya' have to." She smiled and nodded "Well, Bye...?" "Gian." I added with a counterfeit smile. She took off, and with her, my optimism of having her tonight, I was now looking for a way other than the conventional to have her, seconds later, I decided to follow and see where she stayed. Her room was on the second floor, I now knew where she stayed, my second step was thoughtfully planned, I noticed she left the screen door open as she headed out for laundry, apparently. The clock hit the ten, and I was now stealthily hidden in her room, standing in her tub, to be exact... waiting like a patient predator for the prey. I heard her walk in and lock the door, I remained as silent as a shadow, she turned off the TV, and laid on her bed as I began to stroll with precaution, I was now outside of the bathroom, and she was laying there, still in her bikini and top, her tits looking as luscious as ever, with her eyes closed. I sat inches away from her bed, almost a blind spot to her view... her eyes were closed, and I could see her breathing slowly, in relaxation, she definitely not expected anything of what was about to happen. I disconnected the phone line, perhaps because I've seen it be done in spy and detective movies... and climbed on to her side, she reacted as if she knew of she had company, but too deeply asleep to care. I ran my finger from her shoulder to her hands... gently enough not to wake her, her face was now showing a slight smile of enjoyment; I then played around with the straps of her top, this being the trigger to her reality check. "Who's there?... Who's... Who are you?" She said as she stood up immediately, shivering. I remained silent, and continued to remove her top, she was shaking, but not afraid of my touch. "Is that you... Gian? Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "Because I want to you, and I don't care if you don't want me." "Please stop..." she said, still shaking. I held both of her wrists with my hands, which seemed to be useless... she wasn't fighting me away at all... then I undid the lace on the middle of her top...revealing the nicest tits my eyes ever saw, I was enamored, I began to lick them, making her nipples react instantaneously. "Mmmm, please, don't... mmm.... don't fuck me!" My mind became clouded with ecstasy, I pushed my hips against hers, spreading her perfect legs apart, and rubbing my erection on her bikini-covered cunt. she'd moan, and move around as I continued to lick her tits. I managed to get my erect cock out of my shorts, and moved her bikini, revealing her wet cunt lips adorned by trimmed pubic hair, and a smell... a smell that fed my fire so damn quickly. I was now rubbing my cock on her cunt, moving it up and down, her cunt juice covered the tip of my cock, she was soaked... "Don't fuck me... please!" I took no time to hesitate, and shoved my cock into her wet hole, her eyes opened and a loud moan slipped out of her mouth, which I then covered with my hand. The muffled cries of passion of a 19 year old girl were sending me to an orgasm, as I was fucking her with all I had...I felt tears rolling down the hand I had placed forcefully on her mouth, this only fed my addiction. I fucked her for a while, and her cunt was already fucked out, she was not as wet, and it was obviously making it a bit painful to take all of my erect cock, but I was not about to stop, it felt too damn good, I continued on, and on, until I felt myself near an explosion. I fucked her hole with long, deep thrusts as I felt the first shot of my cum squirting her insides, followed by a massive second shot of cum, I was filling her up with it, and she was now crying and attempting to scream, as my hand wouldn't let her, we came to and end, she was more calm, as I now laid beside her, caressing her body. "Gian, why did... why did you?" She sobbed. "Rape you? fucked you? and came inside of you?" I interrupted her, "Because you I needed to." I laid by her for a minute or two, watching her looking up at the ceiling, and softly sobbing, her legs were still spread and her bikini showed a large stain of cunt juice mixed with my cum. This kept me wanting her as I slipped a hand down her bikini to feel her fucked cunt. It was dripping cum, and I began to slowly finger it... "You'll spend the night, right Gian?" she asked. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 18