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Billy's Bad Day
By Daphne Xu
A bully has a bad day. (He also gives others a bad day; this story
isn't very nice.)
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It was a nice hot afternoon, the perfect afternoon for a swim. I was
going to enjoy myself, too. (bwa-ha-ha-ha)
In the boys' locker room, I spotted a little punk changing in a private
stall. Those type, who hate anyone seeing their schlongs. This was
going to be fun. "Hey, girlie. What are you doing in *our* locker
room?"
I could see him through the slots in the stall. He was naked, cowering
and facing away, bent over, his hands down in front covering something.
"I'm not a girl!" shrieked the punk.
I burst into the stall. "Prove it! Show me your beaver, Beaver."
"No, go away!" he whined, cowering. "I'm not a beaver!"
I crouched down and grabbed his ankles. I shot back up, flipping him
upside down, and raised him way up, spreading his legs wide. His shriek
was manna to my ears. I observed his petite schlong sticking out.
"What do they call this? Yes, a clit. Lovely beaver you display."
His stomach growled. His bowels rumbled. He farted. Boy did he fart -
- right in my FACE! Pewwwwwwwwww! The longest, smelliest fart ever!
I dropped him and whipped my hand at my face, fruitlessly trying to
brush away the flatulence. I kicked him and fled the stall.
After diving in the pool, swimming underwater, and returning to the
surface, I breathed deeply, sighing that the air was once again clean.
I still remembered the stench in my face.
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I was swimming upward, after having dived to the bottom of the pool, and
spotted a girl's bikini-clad butt above me. She was treading water,
spreading and closing her legs. Hah! Great opp! Kicking up, I reached
out and up, and swiped my index finger along her crotch.
I barely dodged as she slammed her legs together and scrambled to remain
afloat. Whipping my legs, I swam back downward, and surfaced a good
five yards away, a couple swimmers between us.
You're kidding! That was no girl, it was ... El Wimpo himself! He, of
all people, was wearing a girl's bikini bottom -- here, in public, at
the pool! Boy, oh boy, the fun I was going to have.
I spotted my opportunity half an hour later. I ran out and accosted him
behind an oak tree just outside the pool.
"Billy!" he exclaimed as I closed in. That was the last thing he said
other than grunts and moans, because in no time flat, I had him up
against the tree. My left forearm filled his mouth; my left hand
rigidly held both wrists. Meanwhile, my right hand was down between his
legs, free to molest him to my heart's content.
And molest him I did, at first over his bikini bottom. I knew how to
make a girl feel really good ... really *really* good. And down there,
under his bikini, he was all girl. Come to think of it, his legs didn't
look bad, either.
Anyway, I knew it was working, when his "Mmg... mmg... mmg" rose to a
whiny high-pitched "Nng... nng... nng!" I could even feel his moisture
seeping through his bikini crotch.
I yanked the bikini front down and cupped my hand over -- a nutsack and
a hardening cock! Yanking my right hand away, I slammed him aside with
my left and ran off, my stomaching heaving.
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My nose and mouth, and my right hand, both felt irrevocably stained as I
jogged homeward -- stained with that megafart and that cock-and-ball
handful. My stomach kept heaving and coughing. Nobody who has never
gagged knows what it's like, no matter how often he says, "Gag!"
Whoa, could I believe my eyes? Over there across the street, was it
really one of *those* guys? Whatever dared him to plant himself in
*our* neighborhood? I dashed across to teach him a lesson he'd never
forget.
He turned as I neared, and jumped back, landing on bent legs with his
fists up. "HAH!" Feisty, wasn't he. That was all the more fun; I was
itching for a fight. This boy was half a head lower; he wouldn't be too
hard to take out.
Arms out for the tackle, I ran up -- right into his foot. "Ooff!" I
exhaled.
A brick hit my side -- okay, it was his other foot, but still -- right
under my ribs. I barely saw the flash of a karate-chop before it
slammed into my neck. How underhanded! His leg swept my knees, and I
was down. I barely managed to tuck my head in, and keep it from
slamming the ground.
The boy was off and running almost before I noticed. Lying on the
ground, pounded and aching, I couldn't resist bellowing out the last
word: "You fight like a girl!"
The END
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