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Boarding School Adventures




Notes: This is a story I wrote after I watched a movie one night and 
realized that it wouldn't take much for a man to be set up. It is the 
typical story, boy meets girl, girl meets boy and then the girl has him 
by the cock hairs and is making him do whatever she wants. Wouldn't have 
it any other way would we boy




I am just a poster and not the author Of This Storie!

(mf, cons, pedo, incest)


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     Brenda's Web - (Mf)
     by DaddyJ

     Detective Russo looked at the young girl as she sat across from 
him. She was pretty, he was sure, even though she looked like she had 
been roughed up. "Ok Brenda," he said to the girl, "I know this is a bit 
uncomfortable for you, but I need to know exactly what happened."

     "Yes Detective," the young blonde girl said. She felt uncomfortable 
talking to a man about what had happened, but the police department in 
this town was small and the only woman officer was on vacation. "Where 
do you want me to begin?" the girl asked.

     "Please," the man said, "please call me John." If the seasoned 
detective had learned nothing else, it was that victims of crime were 
usually more forthcoming when they were on a first name basis. The girl 
managed a weak smile and he could see that she was indeed a beautiful 
young girl. John Russo picked up the file in front of him. The 
handwriting was shaky, but he was able to make out the details. It was 
all on the paper. The girl's name was Brenda and she was a 14-year-old 
Caucasian, 5 ' 2" and weighed 110 pounds. He read on and saw that she 
had already been to the doctor and the standard rape examination and 
vaginal swab had been done on her. He felt a little sorry for her, but 
like a lot of young girls he knew that she had probably put herself in a 
situation that she was not experienced enough to handle. He shook his 
head as he thought about his own 14-year-old daughter Debbie having to 
go through such an ordeal. He looked up from his paperwork. "Start from 
the beginning," he told her. "I know it will be difficult but we will 
try to catch the bastard if we can."

     "Oh, ok detective," she said.

     "John," the detective said, "remember?"

     "Oh yeah," she said trying to supress a smile.

     Detective Russo reached over and pressed the record button on the 
cassette player and informed her that what she would tell him would be 
recorded and become part of the permanent record and of course, could be 
used in a court of law.

     "It started earlier tonight," the girl told him, her voice 
cracking. "I went to this party with some friends." John's eyebrows 
raised as he thought his daughter sneaking out and going to parties 
without his knowledge. Nodding and motioning for her to continue he sat 
back and listened.

     "Were there drugs and alcohol at this party?" he asked as 
disarmingly as he could. He already knew the answer to one of those 
questions because he was able to smell alcohol on the youngster's breath 
when she came in.

     "Um," she said as she looked up. "There was some beer and some hard 
liquor there," she told him. "I don't think there were any drugs though."

     "Yes, go on."

     "Anyway," the girl continued, "it was just one of those teenage 
parties that are around every year when spring break is here and I had 
heard about it and decided to go and see what one was like."

     "So this was your first party?" the man asked. Brenda nodded as he 
sat there and listened.

     "Yes sir," she informed him. "Last year, when I was in junior high, 
we never got invited out. Now it seems like every weekend there is a 
bash somewhere." Brenda's hands were shaking as she reached for her 
glass of water. Taking a sip, she sat it down on the desk.

     "And this party is where the incident took place?" he asked.

     "No," she said as she hung her head, avoiding the man's probing 
eyes. "It happened later, at the CumAndGo."

     John fought smiling as he thought about a rape happening in a 
convenience store with a name like that. "After the party?" he asked.

     "Y-y-yes," she told him nervously. "I had walked around and talked 
with my friends, danced and listened to the music." John chimed in, "And 
drank a little?" "Of course I had a beer or two but after a while, I got 
a little bored so I decided I would leave."

     "I see," was all he said.

     "I looked around for my friend Stacie to tell her that I was ready 
to go home but I couldn't find her."

     "Stacie?" he said.

     "Yeah," Brenda said, "Stacie drove to the party. I looked around 
for her but I didn't have any luck. Then somebody told me she was in one 
of the upstairs rooms, so I went up and started looking for her." 
Brenda's pale cheeks suddenly turned a bright crimson.

     "Did you find her?" he asked.

     "Yes!" she said, suddenly leaning forward in her chair. "I found 
her and boy was I sorry I did!"

     "Why?" the detective asked, becoming a bit more her demeanor more 
child-like than before.

     "Because," the girl said, "I found her in a room doing IT!"

     "It?" the man asked.

     "Yes, IT," she said as she suddenly became animated.

     "Define 'it" Brenda."

     "You know," she said, suddenly becoming quiet. "She was um, you 
know," she said as she leaned forward. "She was fucking."

     Now Detective Russo's face was the one that was becoming red as he 
heard the word "fucking" from a 14 year old blonde. "I see." John 
relaxed back and then gently posed a question to her. "Who was she 
having sex with?"

     "I dunno'," Brenda answered. "Just a couple of boys across the 
county line. I don't know their names."

     "A couple?" John shook his head, not sure that he had heard right.

     "Yes," she said her hands trembling. "She was on her knees on the 
bed," she looked around as if to make sure nobody else heard her, "and 
there was a guy behind her, um doing it to her and another guy was in 
front of her and she had his thing in her mouth!"

     "Jesus," the detective said loud enough for her to hear.

     "No shit!" Brenda said. "I almost yelled for her to take me home 
but she just flipped me off, so I stormed out of there and ran down the 
stairs and out the door."

     "And then what happened?"

     "Well," she said, a little less excited now, "I looked around to 
see if there were any cars that I recognized to get a ride home, but I 
couldn't find any, so I just decided to walk to a phone and call my step 
father."

     "You get along with your step father ok?" John asked.

     "Uh, yeah, sure. Why do you ask?" Brenda's eyes were inquisitive, 
much like the child she really was.

     "Just checking," he told her. "We have to cover all bases. 
Sometimes a step parent will.......," he paused and stopped his sentence.

     "Oh god no! My step daddy is a wonderful man! He has loved me like 
a real daughter!"

     "Now calm down girl. I didn't mean anything by it." Detective Russo 
glanced back at his paper work to create a diversion. "So, you took off 
walking to find a phone, right?"

     "Oh," Brenda said, "yeah. So I walk down the road and I see this 
sign lighted up and I walked towards it. I was like really nervous 
because I didn't know the area so I walked like really fast."

     "Ok," he said. "Do you need another drink or anything?"

     "No," the girl said, "I'm just fine."

     "Continue Brenda."

     "So, like I was telling you, I walked to the phone that was at the 
side of the store."

     "The 'CumAndGo," John said, trying not to smile.

     "Yeah," she said. "I walked to the phone and reached into my pocket 
and I realized that I didn't have any change or anything."

     "Bummer," John said.

     "No shit," Brenda said. "Anyway, I had a couple of dollars so I 
walked to the door and pulled on it. And my luck! The fucking store was 
closed!" John listened to the girl as she began to rant about how pissed 
off she was. Her eyes sparkled while she told her tale of woe. "So 
what'd you do," he finally asked?

     "I should have called 911 or something but I didn't want to get 
into trouble, so I just stood there and waited, hoping a cop or someone 
would come by and take me home."

     "And someone came along?"

     "Yeah, finally. So when this guy pulled up, I asked him if he had 
change for a dollar. He told me he did so he reached into his pocket and 
pulled out some change." The story was starting to get down to the facts 
of the case now so John made sure he was paying attention to the girl's 
every word.

     "What did the guy look like," he asked?

     "I didn't really pay attention. All I could think about was the 
change and being alone on a deserted store parking lot and I handed him 
the dollar."

     "And then what happened?"

     "Well then he counted out a dollar and handed it to me." Brenda 
began to sob now. "So....," she paused, "I held out my hand for the 
change and he....he.....he dropped it in my hand and then, and then 
before I knew it, his other hand grabbed my wrist and he had pulled it 
somehow behind my back."

     John hung on every word the girl said. "Do you need a break Brenda?"

     "No, I just want to get this done so I can get home!" She began to 
cry for real now, the fear that she had felt was back now, back like it 
would probably be many times in her lifetime, John thought.

     "Ok, let's finish then." The tape player clicked and John motioned 
for her to wait. He reached and turned the cassette over. "Ok now," he 
said as he pushed the record button. "Tell me what took place next."

     "I," she paused, "I just can't describe it John!" she exclaimed and 
put her head in her hands and hid her shame.

     "I have to know what happened so I can help you." The man's 
compassion was coming to the surface, and he was trying not to become 
personally involved, but.... sometimes even the hardest of men can't 
help himself.

     "I, just can't!" she said into her hands. "Maybe," she said as she 
wiped her tears on her shirtsleeve, "maybe I can show you though," she 
told him.

     "Show me?" he asked.

     "Yeah," she said, her courage seeming to come back now. "I can show 
you!"

     John shrugged not sure what to make of this now. "Ok," he 
hesitated, "I guess so."

     "Good!" Brenda said standing. John stood up and for the first time 
he was aware that the girl was having an effect on his hormones. He 
tried not to think of somebody fucking the little 14 year old Brenda, 
but somehow he couldn't help himself. "Now get over here John and act 
like you're giving me the change."

     "Ok," he said as he held out his hand. Brenda put her palm upward, 
just under his hand and he waited for the girl to finish.

     "Ok, now when I reach out and take it, move your other hand and 
grasp my wrists."

     "Like this?" John asked.

     "No," she said, "harder."

     "Oh," he said, "like this," and he squeezed the dainty little wrist 
in his fist.

     "Yes," she said, trying to hide her pain. "Now pull my arm behind 
my back." John wasn't sure what was going on, but he did as he was told 
and spun the girl around and pulled her arm behind her back. "Owwww," 
she moaned, "And then I begged him not to hurt me!" John stood behind 
the little blonde, inches away from her. "What then?" he asked.

     "Then, he whispered 'Be a good little cunt and you will live to 
tell what is going to happen to you'." Detective Russo's heart began to 
pump as he took the place of the rapist. "I was hoping he would let me 
go so I did as he told me. About this time, his free arm went around my 
waist."

     "Yes," John said.

     "Yes," Brenda said, "like this," and she reached to John's side and 
pulled his arm around her waist, placing his outstretched palm on her 
firm, flat tummy. "And then he pulled me tight and held me there." 
Brenda pushed back into him and he felt her tender young buttocks 
against his groin.

     "Brenda," John said, "I don't know if this is such a good idea." 
Detective Russo's cock was now starting to react to the feel of the 
youngster.

     "Don't you want to help me, John?" she asked softly.

     "Why, uh sure I do," he assured her, "but......"

     "Then help me," she said as she pressed her backside against the 
middle-aged man.

     "Oh, ok," he said, feeling the perspiration beginning to build up 
on his forehead.

     "And then," the girl continued, "and then he pulled my hand down."

     "Like this," he asked as he pulled her hand down to just the top of 
his trouser waist.

     "No John," she said, "lower."

     "Lower?" he asked.

     "Yes," she continued, "much lower." John felt Brenda's hand move 
down, guiding his arm and he thought she was gong to put it to her side, 
but instead she left it between them and placed the palm of her hand on 
his crotch. He jumped and released the girl.

     "Brenda, I think we should stop now."

     "No," the girl said, "I have to tell somebody." Brenda pressed her 
hand hard against his crotch. His woody was full blown now and Brenda 
began to rub it up and down. "Please John," she said, as she stayed 
pressed there.

     "Ok," he said, "if you insist." John's mind war reeling from all 
the testosterone flowing though his body. It had been a long time since 
he'd had a woman, and an even longer time since he'd had a 14 year old 
girl pressed against his body. John grasped Brenda's wrist once again. 
"Then what?" he asked.

     "Then," she said, feeling John breathe on her neck, "and then he 
ordered me to do this," she said as she felt around for his zipper and 
slowly pulled it down.

     "Oh god Brenda," John moaned as he heard and felt it stop.

     "And then," she said as put her hand in his pants, "and then his 
hand moved up, under my sweater and he took my titty in his hand and 
squeezed hard!" Detective Russo's body was on fire and he knew he should 
stop, but the temptation of feeling a young girl up and being felt up 
was too much for the man to stand. John's hand moved under the edge of 
the girl's sweater and he slowly moved it up and soon he could feel the 
top of his hand touch the bottom of her budding breasts. "Like this?" he 
asked.

     "No John, he took hold of it and squeezed it hard!"

     "Like this," he asked once again as he moved on up, grazing the 
girl's hardened nipple and cupping her breast in his hand, he squeezed 
the soft flesh hard.

     "Unnngggg," she moaned as he pressed his fingers into her soft 
flesh. "Yes," she said. "And then," she paused, "he made me do this!" 
Brenda's hand moved into the fly of the seasoned detective and he almost 
came when her soft hand grasped his hard dick. "Mmmmm," she said, 
"nice." Brenda began to stroke up and down on his shaft. "He made me do 
this," she said as she stroked it and then she pulled it out of his 
pants. He felt the soft material of her sweater as it brushed up against 
her.

     "Better stop Brenda," John said as she continued to stroke his manhood.

     "But I'm not done," she said. Brenda stepped forward and walked 
toward the desk. John followed the young girl as he held her soft flesh 
in his palm and she kept hold of his blood-engorged tool. "And then," 
she said as she stood over the mahogany box, "and then he pushed me over 
the trunk of his car," she said and John, too far gone to stop now, took 
his hand and pushed her forward, releasing her chest and letting her 
fall face forward onto the paperwork there.

     "And then what," John asked, his voice now the one cracking.

     "And then, he reached down and pulled my skirt up and my panties 
down!" Brenda took a deep breath as the detective's hand reached down 
and hefted the girl's skirt up. "Oh god John," she said, "and then the 
panties!"

     John moved his hand down and he rubbed it across the cotton-clad 
ass. It was a fine ass indeed, he thought as he hooked his fingers in 
the waistband and gave them a tug. "Like this Brenda," he asked as he 
jerked a second time and the girl's panties fell to the floor.

     "Yes," she moaned as she stayed in her position, bent over his 
desk. "And then, he did IT!"

     "It," John asked, not wanting to give into his body's desire to do 
what he wanted more than anything.

     "Yes," Brenda said, "he, he, he...." she said as she still held his 
cock in her hand.

     "He fucked you, Brenda?" John asked as he played her game.

     "Yes," she moaned as he brushed across her teenage pussy.

     "Like this," he asked as he put his hands on her hips and pressed 
his cock against her pussy lips. Brenda let out a scream as his grown up 
dick pierced the entrance to her love tunnel. John groaned as he sank 
into the wet velvety folds of the girl and his crotch rested against her 
hand.

     "Oh geezzzzz," she groaned as she felt him press against her fist. 
John, not being one to waste a good fuck, took hold of Brenda's arm and 
pulled it away from his dick. "All the way girl," he said as he pulled 
his cock from her snatch and this time, sank it all the way to the 
balls. Brenda felt her body jolt as his hardness entered her tight hole.

     "Oh god John," she groaned, "fuck me."

     John took a deep breath and then placed his hands once again on her 
teenage hips. Brenda gritted her teeth as she felt him pull out, feeling 
like he was turning her inside out. "Oh my god," she gasped as she felt 
him drive his cock into her again and again and again. John opened his 
eyes and he began to fuck the young girl hard.

     "Oh god," she groaned as he pushed into her, "oh god," she moaned 
again and again as he pushed into her.

     "Such a long time," he whispered, his cock being clamped by the 
tightest thing he had ever felt. "Such a long fucking time," he moaned 
as he pushed in and pulled out. Brenda gripped the desktop and John 
continued to pump in and out of her.

     "Oh god you little cunt," John finally let out. "I'm gonna fill 
your little pussy with my cum baby," he groaned.

     "Fuck me daddy," Brenda hissed as she felt him split her womb wide 
open.

     "I'm cumming Brenda," John moaned and with that, he pushed forward 
into the girl one last time and the force of his hips against hers 
almost rattled the girl's teeth.

     "Cum in me daddy," she begged as she felt the first wave of 
pleasure pulse into her stretched out pussy lips. "Cum in me daddy, 
please," she groaned and then John could cum no more and he collapsed 
against the young girl. Brenda lay there for a moment, the man on top of 
her when she finally was able to wiggle out from under him.

     John stood and pushed his spent cock back into his pants as he 
watched the young girl pull her panties up. "Jesus girl," he finally 
spoke as her skirt fell down. "That was so fucking great!"

     "Great huh?" Brenda asked. She walked behind the desk and moved her 
hand forward. Her finger pressed the stop button and then the eject 
button of the recorder. John watched as the girl took the tape out and 
waved it in the air.

     "What are you doing?" he asked.

     "I'm taking the evidence with me John," she said as she put the 
tape into her bra.

     "Evidence?" John asked, suddenly realizing that the entire fuck 
session had been captured on audiotape.

     "Yes, evidence," she said. John stood with his mouth open and he 
knew that the girl was up to no good.

     "W-w-what are you going to do with that?" John asked as he moved 
toward the girl.

     "Nothing," she said, "that is as long as you......"

     "As long as I what?" John asked, feeling his face turn red.

     "As long as YOU lose the evidence against my daddy."

     "Your daddy," he asked, "who is your daddy?" he demanded.

     "The man that you arrested last week for fucking that little slut 
neighbor girl."

     "You mean," he gasped, not believing what was happening as he 
remembered the girl now! "You set me up," he yelled!

     "Yes," she said, "just like that little slut set up my daddy!"

     "But I'll just say it was fake," he told her, "that we were 
reenacting the rape scene!"

     "I guess you forget," she said as she lifted her skirt, " I also 
have these!" The crotch of her underwear was wet from his cum. "If you 
don't lose the evidence then these," she said pointing to her crotch, 
"and this," she said waving the tape, "are going right to the 
prosecuting attorney." John knew that he was trapped like a fly in a 
spider web.

     "As they say, John," she said as she walked toward the door, "the 
proof's in the pudding." Brenda dropped her skirt and with that, Brenda 
turned and walked from the detective's office, closing the door behind her.

     John, anger raging through his body, anger with the girl for 
deceiving him and even more angry for letting himself get caught up in 
her game. John spun around and slammed the side of his fist into his 
mahogany desk. "Dirty little cunt," he yelled! "Dirty rotten cunt!" He 
sat down in his chair and tried to figure out exactly what he would do. 
What would he do? There was only one thing that he could see.

     John reached for the phone and dialed. "Hello," he said. "This is 
Detective Russo. I will be stopping by to pick up the key to the 
evidence room." John hung up the phone and walked toward the door. 
"Dirty rotten little cunt," he mumbled as he walked through it.

     The End

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