Blackmail: Walk home and risk it.
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| - | '''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' | + | '''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' |
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| - | + | You miserably head outside and start walking. You've made it away from the central city and into a more suburban area within a few minutes. There is less traffic and you feel a little less embarrassed, although a car still zips by once or twice a minute. | |
| - | " | + | You're lost in your thoughts, so you don't notice when instead of zipping by, one car pulls up next to you. You do notice when a powerful arm wraps around your waist and a hand clamps over your mouth. "You're coming home with me," sounds a female voice in your ear. You recognize the voice as that of Deloreece, one of the top shotputters in school. She goes by her nickname of Della. |
| - | + | Before you can fully process what's happening, Della opens the passenger door, plants you on the seat, closes and locks the door, jumps in the driver's side and starts zipping down the road. "Buckle up, sweetie," she tells you, and you do. | |
| - | + | When your brain catches up to what's happening to you, you manage to squeak out, "Della, what's going on?" | |
| - | + | Della fills you in. "Seems T had a little... accident. Somehow he managed to trip down a flight of stairs on his way out of the mall. His cell phone and a video recorder he was carrying were destroyed in the incident. My friend LaKeysia, our 800m star, managed to recover a few texts between you and him and put them on her phone before his gave up the ghost. The docs say he should be out of the hospital in a month or so. He's so ''terribly'' clumsy." | |
| - | " | + | "Um..." you stammer. "So, about these texts..." |
| + | Della giggles. "You got it, sweetie. You now do what I tell you. Oh, and there are also some lovely pictures of you in your cum-stained clothes that the whole school gets to see if you do anything stupid. By the time we get back to my place, your stuff should be there. You're moving into my room. But don't worry. I like you and want you to do well." | ||
| - | + | The rest of the trip is quiet. You have a lot to process. Della introduces you to her mom when you arrive and sure enough, all your possessions are in her room. After a rather intensive study session, you eat a nice dinner and return to Della's room with her. | |
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| - | *[[ | + | "Okay, sweetie," Della grins. "Time to relax now and have some fun." She removes first your clothes, then her own, and wraps you in her arms as she carries you to the bed. She caresses you lovingly and you find yourself starting to get horny. You tentatively run your hands over her body. Della purrs. "Don't be shy." |
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| + | "I... have never been... with a girl," you whisper. | ||
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| + | Della giggles. "Then let me lead. You just relax and enjoy." Her lips trace a line of kisses to your chest and when she suckles your breasts, you moan with pleasure. Della unlocks her mouth and guides your head towards her chest. You experimentally kiss down her cleavage and suckle her nipples, and Della lets out a satisfied purr. "Time to speed the action up," she husks. She whispers to you. | ||
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| + | *[[69 with Della on the bed]] | ||
| + | *[[Have Della break out her double-headed dildo with the flexible tubing in the middle]] | ||
Current revision as of 01:30, 14 September 2012
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You miserably head outside and start walking. You've made it away from the central city and into a more suburban area within a few minutes. There is less traffic and you feel a little less embarrassed, although a car still zips by once or twice a minute.
You're lost in your thoughts, so you don't notice when instead of zipping by, one car pulls up next to you. You do notice when a powerful arm wraps around your waist and a hand clamps over your mouth. "You're coming home with me," sounds a female voice in your ear. You recognize the voice as that of Deloreece, one of the top shotputters in school. She goes by her nickname of Della.
Before you can fully process what's happening, Della opens the passenger door, plants you on the seat, closes and locks the door, jumps in the driver's side and starts zipping down the road. "Buckle up, sweetie," she tells you, and you do.
When your brain catches up to what's happening to you, you manage to squeak out, "Della, what's going on?"
Della fills you in. "Seems T had a little... accident. Somehow he managed to trip down a flight of stairs on his way out of the mall. His cell phone and a video recorder he was carrying were destroyed in the incident. My friend LaKeysia, our 800m star, managed to recover a few texts between you and him and put them on her phone before his gave up the ghost. The docs say he should be out of the hospital in a month or so. He's so terribly clumsy."
"Um..." you stammer. "So, about these texts..."
Della giggles. "You got it, sweetie. You now do what I tell you. Oh, and there are also some lovely pictures of you in your cum-stained clothes that the whole school gets to see if you do anything stupid. By the time we get back to my place, your stuff should be there. You're moving into my room. But don't worry. I like you and want you to do well."
The rest of the trip is quiet. You have a lot to process. Della introduces you to her mom when you arrive and sure enough, all your possessions are in her room. After a rather intensive study session, you eat a nice dinner and return to Della's room with her.
"Okay, sweetie," Della grins. "Time to relax now and have some fun." She removes first your clothes, then her own, and wraps you in her arms as she carries you to the bed. She caresses you lovingly and you find yourself starting to get horny. You tentatively run your hands over her body. Della purrs. "Don't be shy."
"I... have never been... with a girl," you whisper.
Della giggles. "Then let me lead. You just relax and enjoy." Her lips trace a line of kisses to your chest and when she suckles your breasts, you moan with pleasure. Della unlocks her mouth and guides your head towards her chest. You experimentally kiss down her cleavage and suckle her nipples, and Della lets out a satisfied purr. "Time to speed the action up," she husks. She whispers to you.
- 69 with Della on the bed
- Have Della break out her double-headed dildo with the flexible tubing in the middle
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
