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Out of The Way
Have you ever believe in witch craft?
Sometime, it is just something so dark in one’s own heart.
Late night in the middle of the town, we always find groups of teenagers hang out by the small streets in the middle of the town. The lights are out, but groups of girls and boys, not returning home, would mind their own business. Loudly they laugh, dance, and sign their heart out, caring little of everyone else around them. As long as she got friends, Paulianne loves this public disturbance.
“I gotcha late night snack, Paul.”
“How many pops you got there?”
“Enough for each of you here.” Smiles a stranger in dark clothing.
“Same like last time then. Are these clean?” Paulianne pays up.
“Hey, in which ever term it is, it’s not. They can’t be any purer in that form anyway. Only good stuff for your girls though.” The stranger left.
Paulianne’s group always hangs out by this ghetto. There is less police patrol because of the people who live here, unwanted by society. Feels like home, after looting or routine shopping, at night she would meet with her gang, and enjoys “the party.” Freedom, she calls it.
“You got nothing that fit in how people call you, Paul.” The red head looks from top to bottom, speaks up in the middle of high laughers, and twirls Paulianne straight long brown-highlighted black hair. Paulianne got a fine figure for 18 years old, and she never hides her curves. Big as they already are, her tight cut up T-shirt shows her lumps inside black leather jacket. Short mini skirt, just to fit the slutty look, shows her long legs fitting with shocking pink stocking and a pair of old sneakers. “Nor ya mind, Paul. Are you a les’ or something?”
“Bitch. Bett, I’m straight, alright? This look saved your ass last time you tried to get your damn magazine out of 7/11.”
“That night shifter can’t take his eyes off ya, alright. Ye bent down so close he almost asks ya to do a blow job. Why the damn shoes? ”
“It comes with the damn job we are doin’. Remember? We run for life.”
“Yeah, a change of shoes and you can go sell ya self by the highway, Paul,” laughed an Asian girl lightly, laying beside on the street, sucking on her pop.
“#$%^&*,” and the laughter broke off by an old hunched hag.
Almost normal for the gang to lay around on this quiet street like they own it. People would walk aside because they are there anyway. This old woman in black rag, however, walks straight into them. Paulianne is sitting right in the middle of her friends, with all her other friends scattering about, practically block the walk way. The old woman sees this and still walked right in?
“Ya legs’ bad? Walk around!” scrawled Paulianne.
“Out of the way.” The old woman coldly speaks, starring into Paulianne’s eyes. “Or you will pay for ruining my moonlight ritual tonight.”
The laughter breaks off. Paulianne stands up swaying by the pop’s effect and uncontrollable laugh.
“Make me,” Paulianne dares.
“Out of the way,” the old woman repeated. Paulianne giggles and spreads her arms and legs out, daring the old woman with her desperately blocking the way pose. Laughter continues. The old woman stares in Paulianne eyes quietly for a moment then she spits onto Paulianne’s cut up T-shirt.
“Eww!” Paulianne frantically shaking the spit off her clothe. The laughter got louder.
“You just ruin my ritual walks. You pay for your joke with what you used to spoil my night.” Other girls still laughs, but Paulianne, feels a cold wind swoop up infront, turned silence. The old woman turns around and walks away into the dark of the street. Echoing footsteps shunned by the screams and laughs of the young girls on the streets. Paulianne’s brain froze by that old woman, the fear creeps up.
“I’m going home.” Paulianne wraps her pops, sticks it into her pocket, and walks out of her group with jeers from her friends, high, whose screams and laughs even louder seeing their friend’s response. She leaves the laughter behind feeling scared and cold.
Paulianne have always been wondering these streets all her life. There is nothing she has never seen. Babies, bodies, guns, drugs, …rapists, name it. She learned well enough how to avoid one, and how to get away from them. She always carries a trustful pocket knife, always comes in handy. She knows almost everybody in this ghetto, and always watches out for some come-and-go customers. How could that old hag scared her this much?
Paulianne swifts into a small alley, trying to get to her nest as soon as possible. At time like this, there is no place like home. A few shortcuts would get her home fast. People walk through this street all the time. See? There comes a passer by, and another walking by the main road. No one is following. Walking as fast as possible, Paulianne end up collides with the man. Fustrated, she turned to face the guy and gives him a finger.
“Watch where you are going, fucker!”
“JUST GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU WHORE!”
Paulianne’s limbs suddenly feel strange. Her legs freeze still, unable to lift or bend her knees. Her hands feel heavy, and she is unable to support it for long. They fall to the ground, palming the concrete hard. She’s stuck in a bending position, standing on all four with her legs straight, shooting her ass in the air.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” Her toungue froze too, slightly licking the air.
Then the old woman’s image struck her, real deal. Feeling scare more than ever, Paulianne twists and lifts her upper body, but her hands and feets still remain in the same place where they fell.
“Eeeeeeeerp” In the position she can’t yell her lung out, but her cry seems to reach him.
“What have we here?” In amusement, the man walks to her. He walks behind her, observing her round ass expose by the mini, and slides her stocking with the red underwear down to her ankle. “Have a good time fucking the air.” He spanks her bare ass and walks out of the alley.
“Aaah Ahhhht!” You fag! I’ll get you!
“Unh!” As she is unmoved, Paulianne pulls so hard to lift her self up.
“Uaan!” How can I get out of this? She cries in her mind.
“Ye stuck, gurl?” A drunken man’s voice, came from her behind, ass, surprised her.
“Uhh Huhn”
“Seem like ye need ‘elp ‘ere, prettee.” He rubs her bare ass full handedly.
“Ah Aaaa!” Paulianne protests, shaking her top. Her boobs dangle.
Swaying, he squads down to look at her face between her legs, with his one hand still busy with her ass. She can’t see his face from the street light that directs right in her face, like a spot light. He got big figure, a white.
“Ow de ye lik’it, babe.” He reaches between her legs and tickles her dangling boobs.
“Oh Aaay!” Go away!
“Rite on, hon.” He stands up, rubbing her ass with both hands now.
“Oh Aaay!” … The man unzips, bringing his dick out of his pant.
“Aaaah!” Paulianne feels his cold finger sliding from her ass to the lips. She looks up to see the long member swaying by her ass. The shadow of a big long dick casts on her face as he moves it closer.
“Eerp!” The two fingers are now sliding in her cunt smoothly. She is wet.
“Ye ready.” The man remove his fingers, and bring his member to her wet opening.
“Onn!”
With one hand holding on to her hip, he brings his warm length rubbing with her wet lips.
“Onnn!”
“Inna minit, babe.” His dick gets hard, and rubricates.
“Onnn!”
“Ere we go.” He position the head to the lips, and pushes in. Paulianne’s long black hairs sweep the concrete floor.
“AAAH!” It hurts. Though the dick got in so easily. The man slowly burries its full length deep into her.
“Aaaah!” Without another word, holding tight to Paulianne’s hip, he starts banging her.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!” The feeling of the dick pulled out, and clumsily rammed in again sends a sharp pain to her chest.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” She can feel the balls slapping between her legs follows the rampage.
“Huhhhh! Huuuuhhh! Hhhh…!” The feeling of the dick hitting her dept on and on becomes more traceable.
“Unnnnnh!” He fucked her breath out.
“……………n!” After a few more hits, she closes her eyes.
“Uh! Dare ye go, babe” The man keeps on banging. His dick got harder with each bang.
“…nnn …nnh …nnnnnnhH” Her mind goes blank. She feels her cunt acting on its own, squeezing the dick as it pierces in.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….” The man holds tight on her hip as he finally squishes his grown dick in to the fuck hole. He came inside her. The hot seeds coat her vagina, and trickles out as he pulls out and releases his grip. Feeling lifted Paulianne collapses onto the floor panting. She squeezes her legs together, feeling unfinished.
“Ain’t dat a good fuck.” The drunken man sways back a bit, and starts swaying away to the main street with his dick hanging out. The men are gone, and her limbs are freed. Paulianne curls her body, left behind in the alley with her womb full of jits.
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I haven't written it yet, but just fun abusing an imagination character.
Sometime, it is just something so dark in one’s own heart.
Late night in the middle of the town, we always find groups of teenagers hang out by the small streets in the middle of the town. The lights are out, but groups of girls and boys, not returning home, would mind their own business. Loudly they laugh, dance, and sign their heart out, caring little of everyone else around them. As long as she got friends, Paulianne loves this public disturbance.
“I gotcha late night snack, Paul.”
“How many pops you got there?”
“Enough for each of you here.” Smiles a stranger in dark clothing.
“Same like last time then. Are these clean?” Paulianne pays up.
“Hey, in which ever term it is, it’s not. They can’t be any purer in that form anyway. Only good stuff for your girls though.” The stranger left.
Paulianne’s group always hangs out by this ghetto. There is less police patrol because of the people who live here, unwanted by society. Feels like home, after looting or routine shopping, at night she would meet with her gang, and enjoys “the party.” Freedom, she calls it.
“You got nothing that fit in how people call you, Paul.” The red head looks from top to bottom, speaks up in the middle of high laughers, and twirls Paulianne straight long brown-highlighted black hair. Paulianne got a fine figure for 18 years old, and she never hides her curves. Big as they already are, her tight cut up T-shirt shows her lumps inside black leather jacket. Short mini skirt, just to fit the slutty look, shows her long legs fitting with shocking pink stocking and a pair of old sneakers. “Nor ya mind, Paul. Are you a les’ or something?”
“Bitch. Bett, I’m straight, alright? This look saved your ass last time you tried to get your damn magazine out of 7/11.”
“That night shifter can’t take his eyes off ya, alright. Ye bent down so close he almost asks ya to do a blow job. Why the damn shoes? ”
“It comes with the damn job we are doin’. Remember? We run for life.”
“Yeah, a change of shoes and you can go sell ya self by the highway, Paul,” laughed an Asian girl lightly, laying beside on the street, sucking on her pop.
“#$%^&*,” and the laughter broke off by an old hunched hag.
Almost normal for the gang to lay around on this quiet street like they own it. People would walk aside because they are there anyway. This old woman in black rag, however, walks straight into them. Paulianne is sitting right in the middle of her friends, with all her other friends scattering about, practically block the walk way. The old woman sees this and still walked right in?
“Ya legs’ bad? Walk around!” scrawled Paulianne.
“Out of the way.” The old woman coldly speaks, starring into Paulianne’s eyes. “Or you will pay for ruining my moonlight ritual tonight.”
The laughter breaks off. Paulianne stands up swaying by the pop’s effect and uncontrollable laugh.
“Make me,” Paulianne dares.
“Out of the way,” the old woman repeated. Paulianne giggles and spreads her arms and legs out, daring the old woman with her desperately blocking the way pose. Laughter continues. The old woman stares in Paulianne eyes quietly for a moment then she spits onto Paulianne’s cut up T-shirt.
“Eww!” Paulianne frantically shaking the spit off her clothe. The laughter got louder.
“You just ruin my ritual walks. You pay for your joke with what you used to spoil my night.” Other girls still laughs, but Paulianne, feels a cold wind swoop up infront, turned silence. The old woman turns around and walks away into the dark of the street. Echoing footsteps shunned by the screams and laughs of the young girls on the streets. Paulianne’s brain froze by that old woman, the fear creeps up.
“I’m going home.” Paulianne wraps her pops, sticks it into her pocket, and walks out of her group with jeers from her friends, high, whose screams and laughs even louder seeing their friend’s response. She leaves the laughter behind feeling scared and cold.
Paulianne have always been wondering these streets all her life. There is nothing she has never seen. Babies, bodies, guns, drugs, …rapists, name it. She learned well enough how to avoid one, and how to get away from them. She always carries a trustful pocket knife, always comes in handy. She knows almost everybody in this ghetto, and always watches out for some come-and-go customers. How could that old hag scared her this much?
Paulianne swifts into a small alley, trying to get to her nest as soon as possible. At time like this, there is no place like home. A few shortcuts would get her home fast. People walk through this street all the time. See? There comes a passer by, and another walking by the main road. No one is following. Walking as fast as possible, Paulianne end up collides with the man. Fustrated, she turned to face the guy and gives him a finger.
“Watch where you are going, fucker!”
“JUST GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU WHORE!”
Paulianne’s limbs suddenly feel strange. Her legs freeze still, unable to lift or bend her knees. Her hands feel heavy, and she is unable to support it for long. They fall to the ground, palming the concrete hard. She’s stuck in a bending position, standing on all four with her legs straight, shooting her ass in the air.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” Her toungue froze too, slightly licking the air.
Then the old woman’s image struck her, real deal. Feeling scare more than ever, Paulianne twists and lifts her upper body, but her hands and feets still remain in the same place where they fell.
“Eeeeeeeerp” In the position she can’t yell her lung out, but her cry seems to reach him.
“What have we here?” In amusement, the man walks to her. He walks behind her, observing her round ass expose by the mini, and slides her stocking with the red underwear down to her ankle. “Have a good time fucking the air.” He spanks her bare ass and walks out of the alley.
“Aaah Ahhhht!” You fag! I’ll get you!
“Unh!” As she is unmoved, Paulianne pulls so hard to lift her self up.
“Uaan!” How can I get out of this? She cries in her mind.
“Ye stuck, gurl?” A drunken man’s voice, came from her behind, ass, surprised her.
“Uhh Huhn”
“Seem like ye need ‘elp ‘ere, prettee.” He rubs her bare ass full handedly.
“Ah Aaaa!” Paulianne protests, shaking her top. Her boobs dangle.
Swaying, he squads down to look at her face between her legs, with his one hand still busy with her ass. She can’t see his face from the street light that directs right in her face, like a spot light. He got big figure, a white.
“Ow de ye lik’it, babe.” He reaches between her legs and tickles her dangling boobs.
“Oh Aaay!” Go away!
“Rite on, hon.” He stands up, rubbing her ass with both hands now.
“Oh Aaay!” … The man unzips, bringing his dick out of his pant.
“Aaaah!” Paulianne feels his cold finger sliding from her ass to the lips. She looks up to see the long member swaying by her ass. The shadow of a big long dick casts on her face as he moves it closer.
“Eerp!” The two fingers are now sliding in her cunt smoothly. She is wet.
“Ye ready.” The man remove his fingers, and bring his member to her wet opening.
“Onn!”
With one hand holding on to her hip, he brings his warm length rubbing with her wet lips.
“Onnn!”
“Inna minit, babe.” His dick gets hard, and rubricates.
“Onnn!”
“Ere we go.” He position the head to the lips, and pushes in. Paulianne’s long black hairs sweep the concrete floor.
“AAAH!” It hurts. Though the dick got in so easily. The man slowly burries its full length deep into her.
“Aaaah!” Without another word, holding tight to Paulianne’s hip, he starts banging her.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!” The feeling of the dick pulled out, and clumsily rammed in again sends a sharp pain to her chest.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” She can feel the balls slapping between her legs follows the rampage.
“Huhhhh! Huuuuhhh! Hhhh…!” The feeling of the dick hitting her dept on and on becomes more traceable.
“Unnnnnh!” He fucked her breath out.
“……………n!” After a few more hits, she closes her eyes.
“Uh! Dare ye go, babe” The man keeps on banging. His dick got harder with each bang.
“…nnn …nnh …nnnnnnhH” Her mind goes blank. She feels her cunt acting on its own, squeezing the dick as it pierces in.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….” The man holds tight on her hip as he finally squishes his grown dick in to the fuck hole. He came inside her. The hot seeds coat her vagina, and trickles out as he pulls out and releases his grip. Feeling lifted Paulianne collapses onto the floor panting. She squeezes her legs together, feeling unfinished.
“Ain’t dat a good fuck.” The drunken man sways back a bit, and starts swaying away to the main street with his dick hanging out. The men are gone, and her limbs are freed. Paulianne curls her body, left behind in the alley with her womb full of jits.
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If you wanna read more of her story, you better vote to let me know someone's reading, not just clicking.
I haven't written it yet, but just fun abusing an imagination character.