("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Tory's Exciting Wedding Night by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A rebel decides that a rich Tory can't have a rebel girl. (M/f-teen, ped, v, 1st) *** "You hear that fuggin' McKim's marrying Sim's redheaded girl?" I said I hadn't and it was a damn shame. "Her daddy owed him two year's rent. Poor bastid, couldn' pay." "Still ain't right." He nodded. "Today I think, this morning." "Fucking toad; that's what he is." "Biggest Tory around, richest too." "Yep. Today? Too late now I reckon." "Party's still going on." "Might wander over. T'ain't right." So I did and he was telling the truth. They were still drinking and dancing and such. So I went on in his big house and up to the front bedroom and had a rest, thinking about what to do, what was right. Time it was getting dark, here they came with a bunch cheering down in the yard. He was surprised to see me. So was the girl. She sure was a pretty thing, young and pale. He cursed me and told me to get out so I hit him in the mouth and he sat right down on the floor. I gagged him with his neck cloth and tied him to the bedpost and then I asked the girl if he had hurt her. She shook her head. "You know he's had three wives already?" She nodded. "And some folks think he killed two of them." She nodded again. "So your Pa made you do this?" "He asked me, asked me for the family, sort'a begged, said they'd have to give up the place. I'm the oldest. There's six others younger than me." "How old are you?" "Fifteen. Fifteen last month." "You been poked?" She looked down and shook her head, sniffed and swallowed. "When Pa said I had to do this, he showed me what men had and told me what men did. But he didn't do it, just showed me. I seen dogs and goats, y'know." McKim was wearing some fancy britches, knee pants, with a front flap so I yanked that open and his shriveled prick flopped out. "You want him to poke you with that?" She shook her head and backed away, hand to her mouth. "Awful nice dress." "Mama's. Promised not to mess it up. Got three sisters." "Let's take it off." I unbuttoned her and she wiggled out, and we put the dress on a chair and then she unlaced her little set of stays, just a waist cincher. McKim watched all this and I saw that his fid was swelling some. "I was planning on making you a widow, that all right with you?" She nodded and made a very small smile. "Trouble is, we have to show you were really married to this foul piece of shit here." She blinked at me and I pulled her shift right over her head. My, but she had a nice young body and her little tittles was tipped with pink nipples and she had a small nest of curls between her thighs. She got off her shoes and stockings and so did I, and then I got out of my clothes and we stood there looking at each other and she made a face. I'm not very petty to look at, all hairy and beat up including some whip scars. "So Missy, we'd better do it and make some blood on the sheets and then I can toss him out the window, and you'll own pretty near everything he has." She nodded. "That the price, let's do it." She sniffed, "But your things awful big and ugly." By then my woman pleaser had gotten right excited and was standing out there stiff and long, kind of quivering too. I might a'laughed. She crawled up on the high bed and I admired her backside and her tight-lipped slit and followed right after her, and we petted and kissed and licked and stuff and when she was breathing hard and her groin was wet, I got her up on her hands and knees and set my horn where it would do us both the most good. "Take a deep breath." "Don't hurt me." "Maybe some, but be brave." And I poked her, gently and got my blunt headed ram into her. Screwed it in sort'a, gentle as I could. She was young and tight. She grunted and I held her hips and pushed and in it went, slowly, but in and in. She whimpered. "Feels funny, like, oh my, that hurt, that really hurt." "Sorry." I kept right on pushing it in since I was less than half way to where I wanted to be and my cods was already pumping. I kept one hand on the small of her back and reached under to pet her belly some and pulled back and pushed in a few times, and she kind of calmed down and started moving with me, sort of back and forth. So I moved my hands to her lean hips and got to work. I glanced at McKim who was struggling to get free so I pulled out, reached down and kicked him in the balls twice and he quit. The girl giggled because she had looked back to see what I was doing. I rolled her over on her back and got into her nose to nose and pretty soon her heels were up by my ears and we were really going at it, both of us gasping and pushing and heaving and rutting and kind of clawing at each other. I didn't want to put a baby in her, she being so young and pretty, and I was sure she could find a decent husband right quick if she didn't have a babe at her breast, so I pulled it out when I felt the rush inside me and spurted over the side of the bed and then on McKim a couple of times. She just lay back and smiled, her legs still spread and some bloody bubbles developing in her bruised slit. The sheet was spotted just like I wanted. I got back in my clothes, opened the window, looked down and saw that the hillside sloped away so the drop was about thirty feet or so and then I told the foul man to pray. I untied him and pulled the gag out of his mouth, and he begged me, offered me money, said I could have the girl. I threw him out the window and watched him try to fly. He landed more or less head first and his body tumbled all the way down the hill and ended up in the creek. "Tell people he must have been drunk and after he did it to you he got up and fell out the open window. Understand?" She nodded and opened her arms. "Again, please." So I pulled her to the side of the bed and fished out my tool and we enjoyed each other again and at the end she bent down and sucked my ram when it pushed out my cream. Licked it clean she did. I went out back and down to the creek and the bastard wasn't dead so I put my boot on his head and held him down in the water until he stopped making bubbles. She had to mourn for six months but then, so I heard from a friend, she married a good man, a rebel like me. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75