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QUICKIE PICKIE
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by
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Mark E. Dassad
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Meaty. Meaty Beatty Big and bouncy, oh mama the fuckin' monster in my
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jams was jammin' to be slammin some pussy; white pink brown yellow hell
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some fuckin bug-eye monster from outer space all a-tentacled and
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oozing green pus... I'da fucked it in whatever hole was appropriate,
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hell I'da fucked it in inappropriate holes so long's it felt good.
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Which is why I bagged the teeny-bopper bitch from behind the Burger
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King. Fuck, I really WAS sporting some demon bone, to bag some chicky
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behind the fuckin dumpster at her goddamn job; she was just SO fine.
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I'm crazy that way sometimes.
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Takin' out the fuckin garbage, little polyester outfit, curly hair
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squirting out from under her silly polyester hat. She stank of fries;
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she wouldn't screw the manager so he had her working the grill; cute as
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hell, he liked humiliating her, the pimple-faced college-dropout
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nineteen year-old loser. Trying to bag high school babes, holding their
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jobs over their poor naive little heads, what that asshole kiddy-popper
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needed was a night in County playing June to some asshole's Ward.
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Lisa oh Lisa my love.
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Been watchin her for weeks scopin her routine glommin the schedule you
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see, listening, drinking coffee, just some fucking bum some dragworm
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some homeless piece a shit is what they thought is what I wanted them to
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think. Made her my girlfriend, I knew she could love love me true, if
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she only knew me.
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She was SO fuckin' scared as I slithered up behind her from out of the
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darkness over the edge stinkin' of where some bum had puked last night
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some rancid puke stinking matte-haired wino asshole.
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Never saw me comin', though she felt me comin' allright.
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I _tried_ to calm her down.
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"...sokay, Pretty Baby" I'd whispered in her ear as I pinned her
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face-first against the metal dumpster... God I loved that film, I
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wanted to nail Brooke shields _badly_ when I saw that movie, and then
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her Calvin Klein commercials... I was humping the goddamn TV...
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"'S Okay, I just need a few minutes..." A cold night, the dumpster
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was cold, I had to work quick... I had her pants down her hips in a
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matter of seconds, she'd only whimpered... I knew it, she really did
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want me. At least she didn't not want me. The monster in my jockeys
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was already drooling, anticipating the inside of my heroine's cunt...
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"Please.... no. " A pathetic little squeak. She did want me, she
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didn't know it is all...
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"Feel my rod against your spine?" Referring to the .38 pressed into
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the small of her back... "Paraplegia certainly will make it easier not
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to feel anything... next time..."
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I waited, feeling her body quiver.
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"no." a helpless squeak. I needed to hurry, her coworkers would
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figure she was shirking if I didn't send her back inside soon with a
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cavity full of my dick-snot. Unzipped, feeling my love quiver at the
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sound. Pull her cheeks apart, her body shook in anticipation as I
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plunged into her tight teen cunt; SO fucking dry.
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A _virgin_.
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No fucking shit I'd hit the fucking lotto, my first piece of virgin
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pussy in all my years of baggin junior cunt, and it was payday, Bonanza
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time on the Ponderosa. My girlfriend Lisa bled like a sonofabitch she
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gasped and cried out as I slammed her into the dumpster, metal mashing
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her girl-tits flat. I implored her to shut the fuck up stay cool be
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quiet, with my dick halfway up my girl's pussy gun cocked at her temple.
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"Brace yourself bitch this is gonna be the fuckin pussy ride of yr
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short life."
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Banged her, drove it home. Split her legs, tore her prime little
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pussy in two. Fuck man, the blood was ecstasy, iron perfume, felt it
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running down her legs, it warmed my balls.
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Plunging, tight and hot into the cherry little hole, slick new skin
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sliding tight like a Chinese finger puzzle pulling the grease out of
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my dick as I drove it home drove it deep balls jerking squeezing out a
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hot sticky jet of gonad goo coating her cunt walls as I screeched to a
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halt, yanking my wilting wee-wee from her bloody pulsing pussy lips.
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OH god it had been good I stroked the back of her neck with the cold
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muzzle of my piece as I folded myself back up and zipped up. One
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quick lick of the barrel on her pussy, her soft gasping in the
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aftershock of the best fuck of her short full life, couldn't help but
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do her the favor of fucking her with the cold steel shaft, a short
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pussy pistol-whip as she cried more loudly, the barrel of the
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silencer not as big around as my dick but harder, more unyielding.
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Fuck.
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I'd been her first, I _had_ to be her last.
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Squeezed off another load up into her belly watched her crackle at the
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pop stroking her hair as she crumpled, slid to the ground, she needed to
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swallow my load, and I happily obliged. I shot into her again,
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exploding in her mouth, disappeared into the shadows to _become_ the
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stinking wino puke laden dumpster diva, diving for the shadows,
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frightened old mick too far gone in brain cell loss to fathom what went
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down or identify the man what done it.
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Lisa my LISA my love my only.
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*end
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