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Subject: {ASSM} (Birthday) Chocolate, Little Girl? by Katie McN (Mf ff Parody)
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Chocolate, Little Girl?
By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>
(c) Copyright by Katie McN, 2003
This story is a birthday present for my pal Gary who is also
known as PJ Coco. For those of you living outside the US, PJ
Coco is a breakfast cereal here in the States that is a made
from a combination of grain, sugar and chocolate. As you'll see,
one of those ingredients plays a part in this story.
BTW there is a character in the story who happens to be named
Gary. He is in no way related to the birthday boy no matter what
anyone thinks and so forth.
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"Would you like some chocolate, little girl?"
It's me, Claudette of the North. I'm here in the upscale
shopping area of Del Rio, Texas. The stores here are so
exclusive most people don't even know they exist. I just bought
a schoolgirl uniform so I could look like one of the babes in my
favorite singing group, tATu. I liked the outfit so much I
decided to wear it home. I was just about ready to hop on my
bicycle when a man in a dirty raincoat stepped out of the
shadows and asked me a question.
"Hey, do you want some candy or not?"
"Is that Lindt Chocolate Truffle by any chance?" I thought I
recognize the brand from my last trip to Switzerland.
"Yah, yah, whatever. You want it or not?" He was kind of
rough-hewn and nothing like the nice English Lady who introduced
me to the pleasure of Lindt, but I'm just a fourteen-year-old
girl with a sweet tooth so I decided to give him some slack.
"Thank you Sir. I'd love some." I seem to remember my mother
saying something about not taking candy or anything else from
strangers. I figure she was talking about the people back home
in Canada because how could she know what happens in Texas, USA
when she's never been here?
"This is very tasty, Sir."
"Yah, bitch, maybe you'd like a taste of this." He opened his
coat and I noticed that his whopper was pointing at me. I
didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him how small he was
compared to most guys, so I figured I comment on his attire.
"How smart. Just wearing pant-legs under your raincoat is a
good idea in this hot weather. By the way, where did you find
that cute garter belt? I wonder if I could get one in my size."
I seem to remember him getting upset, but can't recall much more
about what happened next.
"Where am I, Sir?"
"You're tied up on my bed, bitch, and my name is Gary, not Sir.
Now shut the fuck up while I take more pictures."
Yikes! I was spread-eagled on the bed and couldn't remember how
it happened. I was still wearing my school girl uniform so the
man hadn't abused me. I figured maybe he was just going to rob
me or something.
"Nice to meet you, Gary. My name's Claudette. I'm a Canadian,
but I guess you could tell that by just looking at me."
Click. He took another picture.
"Now I'll push your cute little skirt up and take a picture of
your lily-white panties."
He was heavy breathing so I figured he was way out of shape. I
mean, I'm only 5' 7" and weigh just 117 pounds so carrying me
around can't be that much work.
Rip. Click.
"You didn't need them buttons on your blouse." I was so unhappy
when he ripped my blouse open. Now I was going to have to buy
another one to complete my outfit.
"Hey, you got some big tits for being such a young girl."
"Excuse me sir. Do you have any more chocolate truffles? I
just love Lindt chocolate and if you wouldn't mind . . ."
"I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch. I've got something for
you to put in your mouth."
He waggled his whopper at me, but I thought I'd rather have the
chocolate.
Click. Rip.
He took another picture and then ripped my white panties clean
off.
"I just bought those panties. Why didn't you just take them
off?"
"I told you to shut the fuck up."
"Hey, I'm a fourteen-year-old girl. We can't stop talking and
don't take direction very well. Don't you know anything?"
"How would you like your ass kicked?"
"You're making me nervous Gary. Why don't you do whatever you
want with me so I can go home before I get into trouble." I
noticed that his whopper wasn't whopping any more. In fact it
was downright tiny.
"You're ruining everything, cunt. You're supposed to be scared
and screaming. What the fuck's wrong with you?" He seemed
quite upset. I figured I better play along or else we'd be here
all day.
"Oh, oh. Help, help. Let me go. I'll do anything, just let me
go."
"Bullshit, Claudette. They do better at the massage parlor."
"Okay, why don't I give you a blow-job and get you hard again.
Then you can do whatever you have in mind and I'll be on my
way."
I was just trying to help, but Gary really got mad then and I
thought he was going to hurt himself. He ran around his bedroom
like a madman tearing things out of his closet and dresser
drawers. He finally found what he was looking for and came back
to the bed wearing an insane grin.
"Now we'll see who's in charge, Claudette. After you get a
taste of this little baby you'll be laughing on the other side
of your face."
"Thank goodness, a rubber truncheon. Very considerate, Gary. I
hate being marked up by leather and wood. Rubber hardly leaves a
mark, very thoughtful."
"You don't mind being beaten? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing of course. I can see you're having a problem getting
it up and I gotta get going. If all it takes is a few swish-
thwacks, no big deal."
That wasn't the right thing to say I guess. He almost exploded
and I could see the little red blood vessels in his forehead. I
figured I better do something before he hurt himself.
"Maybe if you have a rubber suit I can put it on for you, Gar.
You know, one with the little slit in the ass so you could poke
your wazoo up my butt and stuff."
"How do you know about things like that at your age?"
"Gary, Gary, Gary, what's wrong with you? I'm fourteen years
old so I pretty much know everything. Can we get on with it?
I've got to get home in time for dinner. And while you're at it,
maybe you can give me some chocolate to tide me over?"
"You want more chocolate? How do you like this, you cunt."
I don't think he understood what I had in mind. Instead of
popping one of the truffles into my mouth, he jammed a bunch of
them up my pussy and filled my other hole with a bunch more.
"If you're not going to be nice, Gary, then you can just jack-
off or do whatever it is you do. I'm not going to try and help
you any more. Just get on with it."
I was happy to be back in the stately McN Manor with my best
friend Katie R. After Gary tripped trying to put on a condom, I
was able to get away and had to run home topless wearing nothing
but my tiny school girl skirt. Very embarrassing.
"Oh, Claudette, you poor baby." Katie R knows how to take care
of any problem so I was happy to be home where I belonged. "Let
me take your skirt off and I'll give you a nice massage."
I think I already said that Katie R is my best friend. I've
been staying with her since my parents decided I should be an
exchange student. Both of our fathers are in the oil business
and they met years ago when they were going to the Sam Houston
Institute of Technology in Big Spring, Texas. Some people think
that SHIT is even better than the University of Texas, but I
don't know anything about that.
"What's this stuff between your legs, Claudette." Some people
might think Katie R was taking advantage of me when she put her
finger into my secret place, but I knew she was just concerned.
"Hmm, it tastes real good whatever it is."
"The bad man jammed a whole bunch of Lindt chocolate truffles
into my pussy and up my butt."
"Just lie back and let me take care of you, Claudette."
I was sitting on the edge of Katie R's four poster bed. When I
lay back, I was able to see myself in the mirror hidden by the
canopy covering the bed. I noticed my breasts had gotten larger
since I moved to Texas and that my curves weren't so girlish
anymore. Kind of interesting when you stop to realize that most
Canadian girls look like Avril Lavigne or Celine Dion.
"What are you doing, Katie R?"
"Mrmpf, mrmpf."
I kind of knew what she was doing because I could feel her
tongue inside my pussy. Her hands moved up the sides of my legs
until she touched my butt and then I felt her hands sneak
underneath my young-girl cheeks where she squeezed and examined
the merchandise. I started to move around and, as I did, her
tongue probed deeper and deeper into my pussy.
"This is really good chocolate, Claudette. Would you like to
try some?"
She smothered my face with a kiss and I got to taste a chocolate
orgasm. I decided I taste pretty good.
Katie R did a great job cleaning off my clit. She must have
sucked on it for five minutes. She was being silly trying to
suck that little thing into her mouth, but I couldn't tell her
anything because I was screaming and it would have been hard to
talk.
I don't know how it happened, but I ended up on all fours with
Katie R spreading my ass cheeks. She was using her tongue to get
all the chocolate stuff Gary jammed up my butt. It felt very
interesting. It got even better when she slipped a hand around
my legs and started rubbing my boobs. I noticed that I was
getting loud again and I guess she got encouraged. The next
thing I felt was her other hand slipping around my leg until she
was able to play with my clit. I'm not sure how much chocolate
she got from my backside, because so much other stuff was coming
from my front.
"Thanks for being so nice, Katie R." I can't remember much
about the next three hours except that we had a lot of fun, got
a lot of toys dirty and wore each other out.
"I kind of feel sorry for Gary. I bet he was disappointed that
he didn't get any action."
"Don't you worry, Claudette. I'm sure Gary's been there before
and he'll be there again."
"Yah, I guess you're right. Maybe I can autographed one of his
pictures next time I see him."
The End
Let me know what you think of my story:
Katie McN <katie@katie-mcn.com>
Check out he rest of my stories and some other stuff at my
website:
www.katie-mcn.com
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