Booberator free porn video

hey guys, booberator here. yeah, booberator. know why I'm cald dat? coz i kill boobs. some examples

1 the cleaner girl

i live in a posh neighborhood. posh meaning everybody pays a high tax and stil affords big cars. my own family has a bmw and a lambo. get the idea. money also buys privalcy, and silence, two things i need to run err my work.

as i said, my work is killing boobs. by boobs i mean breasts and just that, I'm not a serial killer or something. how do i do it? simple, i have this contraption which works like a catapult. it shoots narrow steel darts at very high speeds. a sort of miniature crossbow really.

i was 17 when i first made it. it was for a class project and i figured I'd make something creative for once. my first attack was really an accident. our cleaning lady has a 19 year old daughter. shes thin and relatively good looking, and I'd occasionally brushed against her jugs.

that day, she wore a conservative blue salwar kameez, with embroidery on the breast part. it was tight and her nips could be made out in the ac cool.

i was testing my contraption on the thermocol board, when suddenly she walked past. i was temporarily distracted by her swaying breasts, and released the hold. the arrow shoy straight through and with a phuck like sound embedded in her left breast. blood oozed out of her wound, and she cupped the breast in pain.

for some reason i found it very sexy. her hand was trying to hold her injured gland, making it look like she was milking her breast. the breast area was by now red, and the shaft stuck out rather obscenely from her tit.

i instinctively reached out and squeezed it. it must have hurt her a lot, as she pulled back with a sharp yelp. my hand came off with her blood. i now roughly pushed her hands away, and squeezed her breasts tightly, making more blood come out. she was screaming like a banshee.

i fancied i could feel the arrow through her breast, and squeezed again. this time she pulled back in terror and ran out of the room. i chased, and knocked her to the floor. luckily the arrow had entered sideways, or i could have killed her.

nevertheless she struggled, giving me an excuse for slapping her a few times, and kicking her on the legs. i turned her over, and checked the wound. it seemed deep, with a crimson gash where the arrow had entered. i held the shaft, and trapping her hands underneath us, wrenched it out. its tip was bloody, i licked it and smiled.

the poot girl must have thought i was mad, and she looked absolutely terrified. i reloaded the bloody arrow, and placed it against her right breast. she realized her predicament too late, and with a thwuck, the arrow ripped it. strangely, blood oozed out of both breasts this time.

i ripped off her kameez and checked the bra. it was totally crimson. opening it, i found no sign of the arrow. but there were two holes on either side of her heart. another squeeze confirmed my suspicions. it had pierced her left breast through her right. with far greater difficulty, i pulled the arrow out. she had lost quite some blood so i let her fix herself. but the idea had been born. i marked the arrow as 1. more would follow.

2 school teacher.

the next victim brought it upon herself. she was my class teacher. around 45, she spent a lot on keeping her figure of 25, and it showed. her measurements were by and large the best of our faculty, and her breasts didn't sag, although quite large. dressed usually in sarees, she looked quite sexy with her near flat belly and her ample breasts. whenever she bent down, she obtained the full attention she was always demanding in class.

on that day, i had reached late thanks to my dad's drivet being ill. the dear teacher was sitting in class in a purple sari and blue blouse. the bent of the sari around her breasts riveted my eyes as i stood waiting for her to let me in.

she must have sensed my ogling, for she curtly told me to enter. i fished out my project, seeing others already on the table. quite rudely, she said that as i was late, i was not allowed to give the project. I'd be given just internal marks.

although I'd pass still, it meant my effort was waste. i angrily walked to my seat, amid some sympathetic and other haughty stares. i decided to have my revenge.

after school, as my friends headed out, i stayed back. our teacher was just clearing up. i saw my chance. the corridor was unusually dark for day, and i saw her come out.

i hid in the shadows, placing my foot in a dark area. she came straight and fell. i moved quickly and caught her. she was heavy, but i balaced myself, such that she lay on top of me. it wasn't what i had hoped, but i improvised.

pushing the stunned woman sideways, i climbed on her, and landed five or six slaps before she could speak, ending with a punch on her nose and mouth. blood erupted with the thud.

she opened her mouth to scream, and i stuffed my scout scarf int her mouth, landing another punch for good measure. her hands had been ineffectually pushing against my body, and i now sat on her belly to make resistance ineffectual.

keeping one hand on her mouth, i pushed the sari off her breasts. her lovely bulging blouse was exposed, and i noticed how the hooks down the middle stretched. how the boobs pushed out against her silk prison, making it look as if the hooks would pop any moment. i grabbed one and roughly mauled her. her breasts felt like rubber in my hands, bouncy and warm.

opening her blouse by tugging, i pushed a cup down, exposing a big breasr with a huge areola. i pulled and twisted it, and when it was hard and long, i sucked on it. then, i bit down, gnashing her teat within my mouth. however, my hand was rapidly slipping from her mouth and she was pushing the scarf out.

getting up again, i slapped her tits, enjoying the bounce and redness. puyting the cup back, i went for the finale. placing the machine at the side of her brest, i released, causing a spurt of blood in one hand, and a muffled scream in the other. i repeated the process in the other, and then pulled the arrows out. i had a few more plans, but time was running out. taking her blouse as a souvenir, i got up. taking my camera, i aimed at the weakened woman, and clickedn then i placed my shoe squarely on her bra clad meat, and clicked. finally, i clicked one with my shoe mark pn her bra. taking my scarf, i left the bleeding crying mass of silk on the floor, heading home contented.

3 neighbourhood housewife

after the attack on my class teacher, i lay low for some time. i didn't know what to expect, but actually nothing happened. i noticed some extra padding on her blouse, must have been bandages. a rumour did the rounds that someone had raped and robbed the woman, but the culprit was never caught.

it was around winter that i felt safe to go in for my next bitch. bitches aren't hard to find, and my neighborhood was full of them. the closest one was our neighbor of 10 years. she was 35 going 70, with an air of aristocracy that totally pissed me off. she had an ordinary figure but large boobs. i figured it must be the snack fat accumulated in her mammaries. anyways she had the breasts for my booberator, and so she got the honour of being my third.

it was a cold november evening, when i set out with my mom to visit her. she opened the door, her fat belly protruding out of the house. she wore a salwar kameez that was distorted by the twin bulges of boob and belly. she was obese.

the bitch was especially rude to me, making me carry furniture around. my mom happily consented to this exploitation. that was the day i added my own mother to the list.

after we left, i dropped mom off, and stealthily went back. the side window was open, and i climbed in unseen. i carried some chloroform and a pen knife.

i found her in the bedroom, getting ready for something. she had on a green sari and was putting on a pendant. i reeached out and pressed the cloth to her snout. she fell.

i kicked her over and jumped on her tummy. it felt soft and bouncy, so i jumped some more until i heard a crack. must have broken something. moving on, i put the booberator in position. her blouse strained to contain her tit and stretchedwith each breath. there were stretch marks all over her. so my work woulf hardly reduce her nonexistent beauty.

aiming carefully, i released. although it was loint blank, it got stuck in the machine, just puncturing her tit. i clicked a lic nevertheless. some blood flowed, and i wrenched out the machine. changing the stretch, i fired again. this time it went deep, reddening her blue blouse. i undid it, and aimed at the left bra cup. thwuck, her whole bra turned red. i clicked again. i then squeezed the boobs, feeling steel shafts in them. they were too big for my hands, and felt like pillows. more blood oozed out.

suddenly i heard a sound. the door was opening! i took a last pic, gave a last kick, and scooted.i was home in 5 min. this had been the least satisfying of my attacks, but it proved costliest.

her husband complaint to the police and everyone was subjected to a questioning. my parents testified for my innocence and the police left. phew!

however, my darts were now down to one, and the whole area was on alert. there was only one carefree woman, and i decided to have her. my mother.

let me describe her. 5'4 with 38D-30-36 body, she's kept her young looks, and wears tight nighties at home. i recently found a lace bra and a miniskirt in her drawer. slut must be dressing for dad.

i prepared carefully. spiking her herbal drink with sedative, i waited. she came out and drank it. dressed in a nighty, she looked hot. soon, she slumped on the bed and drifted off.

i climbed on her, and eased her tits out. they looked delectable with reddish areolas and white flesh around. i sucked for sometime, enjoying what was mine 17 years ago.

taking out my machine, i fired into her right tit. for safety, I'd attached threads. so i gently pulled the arrow out of the gaping wound. mommy's blood splattered the bedsheet and my hand. it tasted salty, but nice.

her other tit suffered after this. this time, i wrenched the dart out, pulling some flesh out too. both her jugs were now leaking blood, and i squeezed more out. pulling the nipple, i made tiny incisions round it, drawing drops of blood. it looked like she was oozing red milk.

having thus ruined her prize boobs, i moved on. pulling her nightie up, i revealed my slut mommy's snatch. parting it, i put on a condom, and pushed in.

dad fucks her regularly. but she was still tight. grabbing her bloody breasts, i pulled her towards me. grabbing her head, i kissed her roughly. she tasted nice, and i bit her lips. pulling her over, i embraced her tightly as i came.

spent, i took a few pics, dumped her on the bed with a typed note threatening her with nude pics attached to her tit by a pin, and took booberator with me to bed.

mom woke up late, and i watched as she realized she had been raped, read the note and then cried. it made me hard, but i controlled myself. she got up, dresses her wounds, and went to bathe. when we met an hour later she still had red eyes, but spoke normally. i asked her what's wrong, she said nothing.

after that things became normal. she never told dad. i decided to take her again in the future. but before that i had to take a girl who was making life hell for me.

5 The girl with the ponytails

it had been a month since mommy had been taken. the heat had died down. dear neighbour had made a long and tragic story involving a notorious gang of rapists, and a particularly vicious dog. next time i fished out her pics, i didn't know whether to laugh or jack off.

anyway, the heat had died down. with her concocting fantastc tales, i was safe. meanwhile, i had started keeping a low profile in school and kept out of fights. my homework was on time and my dear teacher (victim 2), thought i was on an improving trail.

they say fortune favours the brave. meaning slinkers are unlucky. a month after the mommy deal, i was exiting the school, chewing gum. my bad habit of painting cars with gum took over, and the centre of a parking permit was soon pink. normally i don't bother to check for witnesses, but hyperalert as i was, i nervously looked around.
a girl across the road noticed me. i hastily moved on. she followed. my contraption called to me, but i decided against it. she came closer. my driver was again late, and walking home wasn't a choice. i stopped and turned around.

she came near and stopped. all sorts of wild fears rose in my chest. seeing that i was scared, she asked 'youre the one aren't you? '

for a moment i thought my acts had caught me, but i held my nerve. 'excuse me? '

'youre the one who broke our headlights. i saw you near that car. '

i didn't remember any broken headlights in the remote past, so i shrugged, relieved. 'dont lie. you did. I've seen you slink around every day after school near the cars'

the only reason that i slunk was to avoid the cops on the curb. i shrugged again. she kept glaring at me. things would have gone smoothly had not the owner of the car discovered the gum. he saw us and came menacingly.

i saw the danger, and decided to scoot before he got a good look at me. as i turned, she grabbed me. i twisted free, and ran. confused voices and a girl's scream i heard, but was beyond caring.

i ran atleast a mile. the girl gave chase. the area i reached had an alley. taking i sharp left, i entered it and hid behind an old car. it was quiet and i hoped i had lost her. suddenly her silhouette blocked the sliver of light in the alley, and made it darker. shit.

she approached slowly. her eyes hadn't adjusted, and she stumbled and fell on an old pipe. i saw my chance. leaping out, i ran. i should have run off, instead i landed on top of her. the weight knocked her breath out, the fall mine. we stared at each other for a moment dumbstruck. i noted her beautiful lips and soft eyes. the delicate curve of her nose and the contour of her chin. then the moment passed.

she pushed against me, and
tried to get off. i pushed back, trapping her hands and legs underneath. i pressed my finger to her lips, to signal her to keep quiet.

and she bit me. bitch. i pulled my burning finger out, and slapped her. her cheek changed colour. then the other. then i kissed her.

her lips were soft and wet. they felt warm and delicious. closing my eyes, i kissed her passionately. she stopped struggling - kissing was better than slapping i guess.

but time was running out. i had no plan for her, not even whether to run or to stay with her. i got into a sitting position, and pulled her up to my level. i noticed her ponytails, they looked sweet on her pretty visage.

but she wasn't sweet. she slapped me again. this time, i retaliated by pulling her head close, but instead of kissing her, i bit her lips. her eyes widened. and teared up. i smiled my patent evil smile.

i stroked her hair and bit her again. the shock value had a telling effect. she began to scream. more slaps followed. i reached out a copped a feel of her mammaries. she cried even more. i guess she had hoped the car guy would follow her, but she was wrong. she was alone and mine.
i began mauling her breasts. her uniform salwar folded nicely, as i groped her. pulling her in, i kissed her passionately. i embraced her, pulling her onto me. her petite frame lay on mine, and she kissed back.

i forgot about time, kissing and groping her. suddenly a figure appeared, my driver! i quickly pulled away before he could see the scene. not that being alone with a girl in an alley gave good indications.

pulling her up, i said 'sorry i forgot the time. let's go. she'll come with us' u smiled at her. she guessed that the man was on my side, and followed quietly.

once home, i saw that i was alone. as she now knew who i was and where i lived, booberator had to wait. taking her to my room, i locked the door and pushed her on the bed.

i leapt on her, landing hard. kissing her, i shifted and pulled off her salwar. a minute later, she was naked. it still surprises me how docile she was, considering what i was doing.

i had no condoms, so fucking was not on the list. i concentrated on her chest, alternatively kissing, punching and squuezing them. i bit her niplles, and attached clothes clips to them. i then twisted the clips, causing her to howl. her tender meat was raw by now, with maroon lines where the clips had bitten.

i checked the house, still nobody home. i had an idea. locking my room with her inside, i got mom's skirt and lingerie. i asked her to put them on. they were big, but not too looise.

when she had put them on, i asked her to pull on mom's heels and do a striptease. getting dad's cam, i began recording.

at first she had no idea what to do. i asked her to turn and pose, and damn was she sexy. i loved the way her breasts and ass were held by the clothes. i then askes her to pull her glands out, and as they came off the satin prison, i was tempted to puncture them. but then she was mine anyways, so why ruin her ?

i asked her to bend down, and her breasts hung like udders from her chest. i then asked her to slowly take off the skirt. then panties. as they came off, i saw a beautiful virgin vagina, encased in black forest. she slowly parted her lips, exposing her pink mons. i took a close shot. i stopped recording.

she fully realized what that video meant, and a gesture made her break into tears. i asked her to dress up and tell me her address. we drove there and i left her with a kiss and a squeeze.

a whole new world had opened up before me. life is good......
booberator

hey guys, booberator here. yeah, booberator. know why I'm cald dat? coz i kill boobs. some examples

1 the cleaner girl

i live in a posh neighborhood. posh meaning everybody pays a high tax and stil affords big cars. my own family has a bmw and a lambo. get the idea. money also buys privalcy, and silence, two things i need to run err my work.

as i said, my work is killing boobs. by boobs i mean breasts and just that, I'm not a serial killer or something. how do i do it? simple, i have this contraption which works like a catapult. it shoots narrow steel darts at very high speeds. a sort of miniature crossbow really.

i was 17 when i first made it. it was for a class project and i figured I'd make something creative for once. my first attack was really an accident. our cleaning lady has a 19 year old daughter. shes thin and relatively good looking, and I'd occasionally brushed against her jugs.

that day, she wore a conservative blue salwar kameez, with embroidery on the breast part. it was tight and her nips could be made out in the ac cool.

i was testing my contraption on the thermocol board, when suddenly she walked past. i was temporarily distracted by her swaying breasts, and released the hold. the arrow shoy straight through and with a phuck like sound embedded in her left breast. blood oozed out of her wound, and she cupped the breast in pain.

for some reason i found it very sexy. her hand was trying to hold her injured gland, making it look like she was milking her breast. the breast area was by now red, and the shaft stuck out rather obscenely from her tit.

i instinctively reached out and squeezed it. it must have hurt her a lot, as she pulled back with a sharp yelp. my hand came off with her blood. i now roughly pushed her hands away, and squeezed her breasts tightly, making more blood come out. she was screaming like a banshee.

i fancied i could feel the arrow through her breast, and squeezed again. this time she pulled back in terror and ran out of the room. i chased, and knocked her to the floor. luckily the arrow had entered sideways, or i could have killed her.

nevertheless she struggled, giving me an excuse for slapping her a few times, and kicking her on the legs. i turned her over, and checked the wound. it seemed deep, with a crimson gash where the arrow had entered. i held the shaft, and trapping her hands underneath us, wrenched it out. its tip was bloody, i licked it and smiled.

the poot girl must have thought i was mad, and she looked absolutely terrified. i reloaded the bloody arrow, and placed it against her right breast. she realized her predicament too late, and with a thwuck, the arrow ripped it. strangely, blood oozed out of both breasts this time.

i ripped off her kameez and checked the bra. it was totally crimson. opening it, i found no sign of the arrow. but there were two holes on either side of her heart. another squeeze confirmed my suspicions. it had pierced her left breast through her right. with far greater difficulty, i pulled the arrow out. she had lost quite some blood so i let her fix herself. but the idea had been born. i marked the arrow as 1. more would follow.

2 school teacher.

the next victim brought it upon herself. she was my class teacher. around 45, she spent a lot on keeping her figure of 25, and it showed. her measurements were by and large the best of our faculty, and her breasts didn't sag, although quite large. dressed usually in sarees, she looked quite sexy with her near flat belly and her ample breasts. whenever she bent down, she obtained the full attention she was always demanding in class.

on that day, i had reached late thanks to my dad's drivet being ill. the dear teacher was sitting in class in a purple sari and blue blouse. the bent of the sari around her breasts riveted my eyes as i stood waiting for her to let me in.

she must have sensed my ogling, for she curtly told me to enter. i fished out my project, seeing others already on the table. quite rudely, she said that as i was late, i was not allowed to give the project. I'd be given just internal marks.

although I'd pass still, it meant my effort was waste. i angrily walked to my seat, amid some sympathetic and other haughty stares. i decided to have my revenge.

after school, as my friends headed out, i stayed back. our teacher was just clearing up. i saw my chance. the corridor was unusually dark for day, and i saw her come out.

i hid in the shadows, placing my foot in a dark area. she came straight and fell. i moved quickly and caught her. she was heavy, but i balaced myself, such that she lay on top of me. it wasn't what i had hoped, but i improvised.

pushing the stunned woman sideways, i climbed on her, and landed five or six slaps before she could speak, ending with a punch on her nose and mouth. blood erupted with the thud.

she opened her mouth to scream, and i stuffed my scout scarf int her mouth, landing another punch for good measure. her hands had been ineffectually pushing against my body, and i now sat on her belly to make resistance ineffectual.

keeping one hand on her mouth, i pushed the sari off her breasts. her lovely bulging blouse was exposed, and i noticed how the hooks down the middle stretched. how the boobs pushed out against her silk prison, making it look as if the hooks would pop any moment. i grabbed one and roughly mauled her. her breasts felt like rubber in my hands, bouncy and warm.

opening her blouse by tugging, i pushed a cup down, exposing a big breasr with a huge areola. i pulled and twisted it, and when it was hard and long, i sucked on it. then, i bit down, gnashing her teat within my mouth. however, my hand was rapidly slipping from her mouth and she was pushing the scarf out.

getting up again, i slapped her tits, enjoying the bounce and redness. puyting the cup back, i went for the finale. placing the machine at the side of her brest, i released, causing a spurt of blood in one hand, and a muffled scream in the other. i repeated the process in the other, and then pulled the arrows out. i had a few more plans, but time was running out. taking her blouse as a souvenir, i got up. taking my camera, i aimed at the weakened woman, and clickedn then i placed my shoe squarely on her bra clad meat, and clicked. finally, i clicked one with my shoe mark pn her bra. taking my scarf, i left the bleeding crying mass of silk on the floor, heading home contented.

3 neighbourhood housewife

after the attack on my class teacher, i lay low for some time. i didn't know what to expect, but actually nothing happened. i noticed some extra padding on her blouse, must have been bandages. a rumour did the rounds that someone had raped and robbed the woman, but the culprit was never caught.

it was around winter that i felt safe to go in for my next bitch. bitches aren't hard to find, and my neighborhood was full of them. the closest one was our neighbor of 10 years. she was 35 going 70, with an air of aristocracy that totally pissed me off. she had an ordinary figure but large boobs. i figured it must be the snack fat accumulated in her mammaries. anyways she had the breasts for my booberator, and so she got the honour of being my third.

it was a cold november evening, when i set out with my mom to visit her. she opened the door, her fat belly protruding out of the house. she wore a salwar kameez that was distorted by the twin bulges of boob and belly. she was obese.

the bitch was especially rude to me, making me carry furniture around. my mom happily consented to this exploitation. that was the day i added my own mother to the list.

after we left, i dropped mom off, and stealthily went back. the side window was open, and i climbed in unseen. i carried some chloroform and a pen knife.

i found her in the bedroom, getting ready for something. she had on a green sari and was putting on a pendant. i reeached out and pressed the cloth to her snout. she fell.

i kicked her over and jumped on her tummy. it felt soft and bouncy, so i jumped some more until i heard a crack. must have broken something. moving on, i put the booberator in position. her blouse strained to contain her tit and stretchedwith each breath. there were stretch marks all over her. so my work woulf hardly reduce her nonexistent beauty.

aiming carefully, i released. although it was loint blank, it got stuck in the machine, just puncturing her tit. i clicked a lic nevertheless. some blood flowed, and i wrenched out the machine. changing the stretch, i fired again. this time it went deep, reddening her blue blouse. i undid it, and aimed at the left bra cup. thwuck, her whole bra turned red. i clicked again. i then squeezed the boobs, feeling steel shafts in them. they were too big for my hands, and felt like pillows. more blood oozed out.

suddenly i heard a sound. the door was opening! i took a last pic, gave a last kick, and scooted.i was home in 5 min. this had been the least satisfying of my attacks, but it proved costliest.

her husband complaint to the police and everyone was subjected to a questioning. my parents testified for my innocence and the police left. phew!

however, my darts were now down to one, and the whole area was on alert. there was only one carefree woman, and i decided to have her. my mother.

let me describe her. 5'4 with 38D-30-36 body, she's kept her young looks, and wears tight nighties at home. i recently found a lace bra and a miniskirt in her drawer. slut must be dressing for dad.

i prepared carefully. spiking her herbal drink with sedative, i waited. she came out and drank it. dressed in a nighty, she looked hot. soon, she slumped on the bed and drifted off.

i climbed on her, and eased her tits out. they looked delectable with reddish areolas and white flesh around. i sucked for sometime, enjoying what was mine 17 years ago.

taking out my machine, i fired into her right tit. for safety, I'd attached threads. so i gently pulled the arrow out of the gaping wound. mommy's blood splattered the bedsheet and my hand. it tasted salty, but nice.

her other tit suffered after this. this time, i wrenched the dart out, pulling some flesh out too. both her jugs were now leaking blood, and i squeezed more out. pulling the nipple, i made tiny incisions round it, drawing drops of blood. it looked like she was oozing red milk.

having thus ruined her prize boobs, i moved on. pulling her nightie up, i revealed my slut mommy's snatch. parting it, i put on a condom, and pushed in.

dad fucks her regularly. but she was still tight. grabbing her bloody breasts, i pulled her towards me. grabbing her head, i kissed her roughly. she tasted nice, and i bit her lips. pulling her over, i embraced her tightly as i came.

spent, i took a few pics, dumped her on the bed with a typed note threatening her with nude pics attached to her tit by a pin, and took booberator with me to bed.

mom woke up late, and i watched as she realized she had been raped, read the note and then cried. it made me hard, but i controlled myself. she got up, dresses her wounds, and went to bathe. when we met an hour later she still had red eyes, but spoke normally. i asked her what's wrong, she said nothing.

after that things became normal. she never told dad. i decided to take her again in the future. but before that i had to take a girl who was making life hell for me.

5 The girl with the ponytails

it had been a month since mommy had been taken. the heat had died down. dear neighbour had made a long and tragic story involving a notorious gang of rapists, and a particularly vicious dog. next time i fished out her pics, i didn't know whether to laugh or jack off.

anyway, the heat had died down. with her concocting fantastc tales, i was safe. meanwhile, i had started keeping a low profile in school and kept out of fights. my homework was on time and my dear teacher (victim 2), thought i was on an improving trail.

they say fortune favours the brave. meaning slinkers are unlucky. a month after the mommy deal, i was exiting the school, chewing gum. my bad habit of painting cars with gum took over, and the centre of a parking permit was soon pink. normally i don't bother to check for witnesses, but hyperalert as i was, i nervously looked around.
a girl across the road noticed me. i hastily moved on. she followed. my contraption called to me, but i decided against it. she came closer. my driver was again late, and walking home wasn't a choice. i stopped and turned around.

she came near and stopped. all sorts of wild fears rose in my chest. seeing that i was scared, she asked 'youre the one aren't you? '

for a moment i thought my acts had caught me, but i held my nerve. 'excuse me? '

'youre the one who broke our headlights. i saw you near that car. '

i didn't remember any broken headlights in the remote past, so i shrugged, relieved. 'dont lie. you did. I've seen you slink around every day after school near the cars'

the only reason that i slunk was to avoid the cops on the curb. i shrugged again. she kept glaring at me. things would have gone smoothly had not the owner of the car discovered the gum. he saw us and came menacingly.

i saw the danger, and decided to scoot before he got a good look at me. as i turned, she grabbed me. i twisted free, and ran. confused voices and a girl's scream i heard, but was beyond caring.

i ran atleast a mile. the girl gave chase. the area i reached had an alley. taking i sharp left, i entered it and hid behind an old car. it was quiet and i hoped i had lost her. suddenly her silhouette blocked the sliver of light in the alley, and made it darker. shit.

she approached slowly. her eyes hadn't adjusted, and she stumbled and fell on an old pipe. i saw my chance. leaping out, i ran. i should have run off, instead i landed on top of her. the weight knocked her breath out, the fall mine. we stared at each other for a moment dumbstruck. i noted her beautiful lips and soft eyes. the delicate curve of her nose and the contour of her chin. then the moment passed.

she pushed against me, and
tried to get off. i pushed back, trapping her hands and legs underneath. i pressed my finger to her lips, to signal her to keep quiet.

and she bit me. bitch. i pulled my burning finger out, and slapped her. her cheek changed colour. then the other. then i kissed her.

her lips were soft and wet. they felt warm and delicious. closing my eyes, i kissed her passionately. she stopped struggling - kissing was better than slapping i guess.

but time was running out. i had no plan for her, not even whether to run or to stay with her. i got into a sitting position, and pulled her up to my level. i noticed her ponytails, they looked sweet on her pretty visage.

but she wasn't sweet. she slapped me again. this time, i retaliated by pulling her head close, but instead of kissing her, i bit her lips. her eyes widened. and teared up. i smiled my patent evil smile.

i stroked her hair and bit her again. the shock value had a telling effect. she began to scream. more slaps followed. i reached out a copped a feel of her mammaries. she cried even more. i guess she had hoped the car guy would follow her, but she was wrong. she was alone and mine.
i began mauling her breasts. her uniform salwar folded nicely, as i groped her. pulling her in, i kissed her passionately. i embraced her, pulling her onto me. her petite frame lay on mine, and she kissed back.

i forgot about time, kissing and groping her. suddenly a figure appeared, my driver! i quickly pulled away before he could see the scene. not that being alone with a girl in an alley gave good indications.

pulling her up, i said 'sorry i forgot the time. let's go. she'll come with us' u smiled at her. she guessed that the man was on my side, and followed quietly.

once home, i saw that i was alone. as she now knew who i was and where i lived, booberator had to wait. taking her to my room, i locked the door and pushed her on the bed.

i leapt on her, landing hard. kissing her, i shifted and pulled off her salwar. a minute later, she was naked. it still surprises me how docile she was, considering what i was doing.

i had no condoms, so fucking was not on the list. i concentrated on her chest, alternatively kissing, punching and squuezing them. i bit her niplles, and attached clothes clips to them. i then twisted the clips, causing her to howl. her tender meat was raw by now, with maroon lines where the clips had bitten.

i checked the house, still nobody home. i had an idea. locking my room with her inside, i got mom's skirt and lingerie. i asked her to put them on. they were big, but not too looise.

when she had put them on, i asked her to pull on mom's heels and do a striptease. getting dad's cam, i began recording.

at first she had no idea what to do. i asked her to turn and pose, and damn was she sexy. i loved the way her breasts and ass were held by the clothes. i then askes her to pull her glands out, and as they came off the satin prison, i was tempted to puncture them. but then she was mine anyways, so why ruin her ?

i asked her to bend down, and her breasts hung like udders from her chest. i then asked her to slowly take off the skirt. then panties. as they came off, i saw a beautiful virgin vagina, encased in black forest. she slowly parted her lips, exposing her pink mons. i took a close shot. i stopped recording.

she fully realized what that video meant, and a gesture made her break into tears. i asked her to dress up and tell me her address. we drove there and i left her with a kiss and a squeeze.

a whole new world had opened up before me. life is good......

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