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sample rape samples "rapesamples" story: Taking the pillow, I stretched Chris out on top of it, putting it beneath his back. Eager to help `torture' his brother, Cory crawled over and held Chris's arms to the floor, over the boy's head, while I sat lightly on his knees. Chris realized his immobile predicament at once, and his face showed a kind of dread mixed with anticipation as he wriggled, trying to escape. It was useless, of course, but he had to make the effort. I ran my fingers over his underarms, and Cory had to hold on tighter as his brother jerked in reflex. Continuing down his naked body, I stroked over the boy's nipples, feeling the hard little tips for a few seconds before moving on. His back was arched over the pillow, and his every breath served to make his ribs and hips stand out in sharp detail. Chris was grinning as I came to his stiffened young penis, and it twitched with anticipation when I softly touched it. He knew exactly what was on my mind, and when I raised myself off of his knees he willingly lifted his legs and spread himself wide apart. His thighs were almost at right-angles to his body, with his knees nearly touching the carpet; young children and gymnasts seem to share the same limberness. I stretched out on my stomach on top of him, being careful to keep my weight on my elbows. If boy-love is a religion, I was about to perform my devotions. Feeling the heat of his body beneath me, I kissed the shallow depression in the center of his chest. Tasting him with my tongue, I licked his small nipple, sensing his life-blood pumping beneath it's small point. It felt amazingly like kissing his lips; the two seemed to be made of the same soft substance, and both could `pucker'. The boy's breathing increased in tempo, and I felt his narrow hips rise slightly as he pushed himself against me. Moving downward, my lips and tongue worshipped the boy godling of my faith. His tender, soft flesh was the most precious substance in existence, and the telepathic moans of pleasure inside my head made him seem all the more divine. Then I came to the totem, the idol, of my religion: the phallus... continue -> rape paysites |
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