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MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE 13-Year-old Cassie picked up the single red rose that had been left on her school desk. Tearing open the envelope that was with it she scanned the card for clues as to who had left it. Until now little Cassie feared that she wouldn’t get any Valentine’s Day cards but at last she had one. Not only a card but a rose too! The question now was who had left it? She hoped that it was Mark. He was the best looking boy in the class. Looking around she saw him and he was smiling in her direction. So it was him, she thought smiling back. Turning the card over she saw a message on the back. Meet me by the old shelter after school and don’t tell anyone about us, it said. She knew the shelter that Mark must mean and was thrilled at the idea of a secret meeting with him. Maybe he would kiss her, after all it was Valentines Day! The day dragged slowly by but every time Cassie looked around at Mark and smiled he smiled back, lifting her spirits at the thought of their secret meeting. At last the school bell rang for the end of day. By the time Cassie had packed her stuff away Mark was nowhere to be seen but she wasn’t worried, it was to be their secret. Getting away from her friends was a little more difficult but finally she was crossing the field behind the school towards the copse where the old shelter stood. She was a lovely sight as she skipped towards the shelter, her long blonde hair whipping out behind her and her trim little body enclosed in her school uniform of white blouse, short navy skirt and navy socks that reached just above her knees. The eyes that watched as she approached, appreciated the beauty of the young girl. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved her just as he knew that there was no way that he could ever explain that to her. At just five feet tall she was no match in the struggle that followed as she entering the shelter and before her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness the man had her pinned face down on the hard ground with her hands twisted up behind her. “I don’t want to hurt you Cassie so please don’t struggle,” he told her. Startled that the man knew her name the young girl lay still. “That’s better”, he said. “You just lay still for me and I’ll let you up”. Feeling something rough being wound around her wrists Cassie tried to struggle again but the knee holding her to the floor just pushed a little harder making her moan in pain. “There, that’s done”, the voice said and she felt herself being pulled to her feet and led over to an old metal framed bed that sat against the wall. “Now sit down with me here,” he told her pulling her down beside him and tying the end of the rope to the foot of the bed making her bend slightly forward. The young girl, who was barely a teenager, was surprised when a hand went around her head, tangled in her soft blonde hair and pulled her face towards his until their lips met. In the dim light she had seen that the man was old. He must be over 40 she thought, as he held her head tightly while he gently kissed her lips in a not unpleasant way. His breath tasted of mints and his kisses were slowly getting longer. Until now Cassie had been so shocked she had been unable to fight back but now as his tongue forced open her mouth the young girl began to struggle as hard as she could but tied as she was it was no good. The man was much stronger and bigger than the little girl and soon one of his hands slid down to start cupping her pert breasts. Still kissing her, the man undid the buttons on her blouse and slid his hand in and under her bra. She could feel his cold, rough hand against the soft flesh of her small breast and felt his finger and thumb pinch and squeeze her nipple making it harden. Pulling back the man slipped the blouse over Cassie’s shoulders, unclipped her white bra and pulled it over her head leaving her front naked to the waist. Now both hands returned to her small pert breasts, teasing, pinching, twisting and squeezing as the young girl squirmed beneath his touch. After ten minutes of this one hand trailed down her body only for Cassie to feel it on her leg, sliding up under her short skirt and under the elastic leg of her panties. She struggled even more as the cold, rough fingers pinched her clit and dipped into her dry pussy. When the man pulled away to look down on her body, the young girl was breathless. “Please,” she begged, “don’t do this to me.” Standing over her the man freed her hands from the bottom of the bed and pushed her onto her back, flipping the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Stripping off her white panties he used one hand to hold her on her back as he pulled his own clothes off, before tying her legs apart to the corners of the bed. Climbing onto the bed between her soft, white, wide spread legs the man leant forward positioning his rock hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. He looked deep into her eyes as she continued to plead for him to stop but the man just forced the head of his cock inside the young girl’s body. Looking down at his helpless victim the man answered. “But I love you,” as he forced his cock inside Cassie and took away her virginity forever, riding her long and hard until he came deep inside her young body. As he pulled out the man picked up the red rose and placed it on Cassie’s body, the red of the rose matching the red blood from her lost virginity. |