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One of Rose's NEW stories.....for your reading pleasure.
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copyright 2004 by Red Rose
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PLEASE do not repost to other story sites. (yea, I know, useless to
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Terror At Midnight
by Red Rose
M/f extreme pedo/violence
Terry was a non descript man of forty years age. Nothing out of the
ordinary about him, neither good looking, nor bad. He was just about
as average as average can get in every way. Average height and
weight, the average brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing noticeable about
him to make him stand out in a crowd. No one ever looked at him
twice, some not even once.
However, Terry was different, very different. His entire life he'd
been afraid of women. So afraid that he'd never had sex with one.
NEVER. His best and always faithful lover was his right hand. It
served him well. Most of the time. Most.
Terry HAS had sex with something other than his hand tho. He surely
has. Ever since the summer he turned sixteen Terry has sex once a
year. One, glorious, wonderous night of un-imaginable sex that does
not include his hand!
Terry stood in his kitchen looking at the calander on the wall. It
was a large calander, with big white squares containing the day and
date. Every day, up to the current day on the calander, was marked
off with black marker. When he x'ed them off he always got a small
thrill. The night was one day closer, one day less to wait.
As he looked at the calander his cock grew hard and pulsated inside
his pants. Only two more days now! Two more! Then it was his
special night. The one night of the year when Terry had sex without
using his hand. He stared at the coming date square on the calander,
his cock beginning to pound in anticipation. He began to drool as he
absently went over the plans for that night in his mind. They were
perfect, perfect plans. Terry and been pulling this night off for
twenty four years, this would be the twenty fifth. He was not afraid
he'd have any trouble, he never did. No one ever looked at him
twice....
Absently, he unzipped his pants and reached into his shorts. He
pulled his throbbing manhood out. He was very proud of it! Eight
inches long, and two around, he stared at the swollen purple head for
a second or so and grinned to himself. He began to stroke it, his
eyes settling on the still white box with the coming date in it.
Stared, stroked, drooled, as his mind eagerly, avidly relived those
past nights. Past, but never forgotten, never.
He remembered and he groaned in the heat of desire pulling on his cock
harder, faster, his breath ragged and blowing drool from his lips. A
sound emerged from his chest, almost an inhuman growl as he abused his
rigid cock. Finally with a low moan coming from deep inside his gut,
he shot his wad. He watched as it hit the still white square with the
coming date. Watched as several large dollops of semen hit it, then
began to run down, and finally drip off the edge of the page.
His cock grew limp in his hand as he watched his semen drip off the
calander and puddle on the floor. Finally he shoved his cock back
into his pants, zipped up, and got a paper towel to clean up his mess.
Wouldn't do to have mother see it, and she'd be home from her bridge
club soon.
Terry cleaned up his dripping sperm, wiped the calander down and threw
the towel in the trash can. He grabbed a coke from the fridge and
went to his room. Opening the drawer of his night stand he took out
the pictures of Melody. Pictures he'd taken and developed himself.
Pictures of this year's special night of sex winner.
Yes, he called her a 'winner'. After all he'd chosen her from several
candidates. He assumed she was perhaps 12 years old. He'd watched her
and the others for some time and he'd noticed she was just beginning
to get the mounds of tit flesh common to teen girls. She was actually
almost too old for him, really, and she wasn't very pretty either.
Her hair was stringy, her clothes ill fitting. But it was her mouth,
and her attitude that made him select her. In some ways she was much
the same as he, small, non descript. The thing was he had a desire to
make her use her mouth in other ways besides spitting out mean words.
His fingers slid over her face in the glossy photo. His cock twitched
and began to grow again. He quickly shoved the pictures back in the
drawer. He didn't want to get hard again, not now. Mother would be
home soon and he couldn't very well get caught with his cock in his
hand!
It never in all his 4o years occured to him that he should move out of
his mother's house and get an apartment of his own. Not once. His
father had died when he was very young, and he and his mother have
lived alone together ever since. She cooked, and cleaned for him.
Did the shopping and bought his clothes for him. He worked and paid
the bills. It was a nice arrangement.
He never realized, there were rumors about him and his crazy mother.
These rumors were the reasons why women were so turned off by him.
Healthy forty year old men do not live with their mama's UNLESS there
is a need to take care of the ailing parent, or recovering from a
financial loss or accident themselves. Which of course would be a
temporary situtation, and understandable, could even raise sympathies.
But, to just live at home without realizing one should leave...well it
was quite another, and it made women wonder about him when they heard
it.
Terry was NOT having sex with his mother. Never had. Had honestly
never even thought about it. She was just his mother, and this was
his home, here with her. But she DID influence his sexual self...As
he lay back on the bed, in a room which STILL did not have a door, he
let his mind drift back, back to those days of his youth...
Chapter 2 Memories - The Creation
From early on, as far back as he could remember his mother had always
told him there was NO WOMAN good enough for him. None. Not anywhere
on the planet. When he entered puberty and she caught him looking at
a girls' chest she would admonish him telling him that looking led to
touchings and that he should not look, because he should NOT touch.
Perhaps she truly felt no woman was good enough for him. Perhaps she
was just jealous because she herself had no tits to speak of.
It didn't matter. He was afraid of his mother. She could yell really
loud, and tho she'd never hit him, he was firmly convinced from a
toddler that she MIGHT. He was scared of her, he couldn't disobey
her. Couldn't.
He was fourteen when she caught him with Carla the neighbor girl.
Carla was sixteen, a real beauty. Three inches taller than Terry, her
tits were nice and round, full. He could see that thru the sweaters
she wore with no bra. One day, he'd been caught staring at them.
Carla wasn't mad. When she took him around behind the garage and
lifted her shirt and asked him if he wanted to feel them, he thought
he'd died and gone to heaven. He reached up and felt the wonderous
soft mounds, her nipples poking into his teenage hands.
He was squeezing her breasts and she asked if he'd like to kiss them,
yes, he would! He lowered his mouth to her nipple and as he was about
to capture that pointed pink titty cap between his lips, his mother
walked around the corner of the garage.
"TERRY!!! MY GOD TERRY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT LITTLE SLUT!!"
she screamed at him.
Carla jumped and pulled her shirt down, unsure whether to run or stand
still. The question was answered for her when Terry's mother screamed
at her, "GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM MY POOR SWEET INNOCENT BOY YOU SLUT!
BEGONE WITH YOU!" spittle flying from her lips. The expression on
her face was one of horror and revulsion that young Carla would never
forget.
(It was Carla who spread the rumors about Terry and his crazy mother.
Rumors that still floated around town in present day.)
Terry's mother had grabbed him by the ear that day and dragged him
into the house. She drove him to school, she picked him up. He got
out of the house only long enough to help her with the yard work, and
to carry out the trash. Every day, without fail his mother told him
that looking at a woman's boobs would make him want to touch them.
There was no woman good enough for her boy, so it was best he learned
NOT to look at women.
One night not long after the incident with Carla, Terry was
remembering it, as he lay on his bed stroking his cock. He was just
about to cum when all of a sudden his bedroom door opened and his
mother stood there.
The look on her face said it all to poor Terry, the same look she's
had when he found him with Carla's tits in his hands. His cock
deflated instantly and lay limp against his thigh where it had fallen.
"OH MY GOD! MY POOR BABY! THAT GIRL IS IN YOUR MIND! TERRY, OH
TERRY! YOU MUST NOT THINK OF HER! YOU MUST NOT LET HER INTO YOUR
MIND AND MAKE YOU TOUCH YOURSELF! SHE'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, NO
WOMAN IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY BOY!" she shouted as she moved into his
room.
"Mom, I'm sorr....," he had started to say. She cut him off.
"Hush Terry. Hush now. Mother knows best. You go take a shower, a
cold shower. Wash that girl out of your mind Terry! Mother will help
you forget her! I promise! Leave the door open so I may see you
Terry."
Terry had nodded and went to take a shower. He left the door open.
When he got out of the shower she made him take the hinges off his
bedroom door, and his private bathroom door. All the while promising
him, "I'll help you son! Mother will help you forget that nasty girl
and her titties!"
For the next two years he was not allowed out of her sight if he was
not at school.
So Terry stopped looking at girls with boobs.....He kept his eyes down
all the time. He lost the few friends he did have, became silent and
withdrawn. He did not even dare look up at his teachers unless forced
to do so by being called upon. When he did look at them it was at
their faces. If it was a woman teacher, he could feel his cock
shrivel, as if trying to tuck it's self inside his gut....
Terry was working with his mother in the yard the first time a little
girl said hello to him. He panicked, as he knew his mother was
watching him. He turned to walk away from the girl and he heard his
mother say, "Terry, don't be rude. This is Amanda, she's a new
neighbor from down the road. She's just seven Terry, a sweet innocent
girl. You should talk to her and be nice." He slowly turned around
to see this beautiful creature smiling at him.
"Hello, Amanda," he said. "Hi! You're names Terry, ain't it?" she
said in her beautiful voice! Terry felt his cock stir. When she
followed her words with a smile his cock began to harden. He
panicked. He was standing right beside his mother and his cock was
getting hard as the little girl smiled at him! He went to his knees,
grabbing up the hand spade, he leaned over and began digging in the
flower bed again. Anything to hide his near bursting hard cock! He
was having trouble keeping his breathing right, keeping the exquisite
pleasure of his once again burgeoning hard cock from escaping his lips
in a groan.
"Terry! Don't be rude! Don't ignore this sweet child!"
Amanda reached out and touched his shoulder.
Terry went rigid. Not with fear of his mother. Not in fear of
Amanda. He went rigid as his cock spewed glob after glob of pent up
teen sperm into his shorts.
Terry was in misery! He'd just filled his shorts with sticky sperm!
For the first time in two years, he had cum. Without touching
himself. Without touching or feeling a girl's tits. He'd cum at the
site and sound of this beautiful little girl, a girl his owm mother
had encouraged him to look at, to speak too!
He found the courage to look up and smile at Amanda, hoping that his
mother would go away so he could stand up and go change his shorts.
The little girl's smile captured his heart and mind. His mother
encouraging him to look at the child turned him on. His mother was
smiling. He was not going to get into trouble for looking at this
girl. But how was he to get out of this mess? The sticky mess in his
pants he knew his mother would see when he stood?
Then the problem took care of it's self!
"Come along inside Amanda! I've got some cold lemonade, and lemon
cookies! We can have a treat!" he heard his mother say.
Amanda nodded and followed after his mother as she headed for the
house. His mother called over her shoulder, "That's enough for today
Terry. Why don't you get cleaned up and have some lemonade with
Amanda and me??"
Terry waited for them to enter the house then he stood. He quickly
put the gardening tools away and went into his room. For the first
time in two years his mother wasn't watching his room. He had
complete privacy to shower and change! His mind reeled with the
events of the day! He was not only allowed to look at a girl, his
mother insisted! And what a girl! He'd cum in his pants. His first
cum in two years, when Amanda touched his shoulder.
He quickly put the thoughts out of his mind and climbed in the shower.
He took his soiled shorts with him and quickly rinsed them out. He
had't had any cum stains in his clothes or room, in two full years.
No need for his mother to find them now! She didn't check his laundry
until he took it down for her to wash. His shorts would dry before
then. He could hang them on the towel bar. Even with no door on his
bath, so she could watch and make sure he didn't masturbate, his
mother did NOT enter his bathroom, it was his. His to use and his to
clean, it was safe to hang the shorts.
Terry could hear Amanda's giggles coming from the kitchen as he
toweled himself dry and quickly changed into clean clothes. He wanted
to see her again, be near her again.
He went into the kitchen and his mother said, "Well it's about time!
Here's your lemonade dear, sit down with us and drink it. You
deserver a rest." Then she turned to Amanda and said, "Terry is a
good boy, he helps his mamma out a lot. Are you a good girl? Do you
help your mamma do things too, Amanda?" she asked the small girl.
Amanda giggled. "Yep. I help mamma set the table and do dishes! And
this year she said I was big enough to go trick or treating by myself,
if I stay with the big kids!" she said, as her titless chest pushed
out in pride.
Terry's mother laughed and said, "Well good girl, it's time for you to
go on home so your mother doesn't worry. You be good now!"
"OK!" Amanda agreed. Terry watched as she got off her chair and
headed for the kitchen door. "Bye Terry!" she called out as she slid
thru it.
Terry must have been staring after her because his mother nudged his
shoulder and said, "She is such a good girl, and so cute, isn't she?"
She didn't wait for him to respond but said, "Let's go get some
popcorn and snacks for the movie tonight. With halloween being
tomorrow, all that stuff is on sale this afternoon. We can get some
deals."
Terry's mind almost burst in agony. A few precious moments of freedom
when she wasn't watching him in the shower, and now everything was
right back to "normal". Not a moment alone for sixteen year old
Terry.
He went to the store with her. He browsed around as she gathered up
what she'd come for. Terry saw the shelf with the over the counter
drugs on it. He'd seen it a hundred times before. This time, this
time his eyes found the sleeping aids. In that instand a plan formed
in Terry's mind.
He reached out and picked up a bottle of the pills and slipped them
into his pocket. She'd never buy them. He fingered the bottle in his
pocket as he waited for his mother, his mind spinning with
possibilities....He'd heard Amanda say she was going trick or
treating...
Upon their return home, Terry offered to pour his mother a glass of
soda, and she readily accepted. In the kitchen he took the pills out
of his pocket, opened them and carefully crushed one into her soda.
He stirred it well, and hoped she'd not be able to taste it, or if she
did, she'd just think the soda tasted off, and not think anything else
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He carried the glass in to her then settled down to watch tv with her.
A half an hour passed. The only thing that happened was she yawned,
a lot. But didn't seem to get sleepy enough to go to bed. He offered
to refill her soda, and in the kitchen he crushed another tablet into
the drink.
Eagerly he watched. Within 20 minutes she was nodding off. Terry
smiled to himself. He reached over and shook her awake, and said,
"Mom, you need to go to bed. I'll lock up the house and go to bed
too." She nodded sleepily and went off to her room.
Terry was elated! He had found a way to get some privacy! He just
needed her to sleep awhile! He quickly locked up the house and
retired to his room. The door missing put a damper on his new found
high spirits, but not for long. He shed his clothes and stepped into
his shower. This was the test. Her room was across from his. He was
going to risk it. Even as he had that thought his teen cock sprang to
it's full glory. He turned on the water, soaped up his hand and began
to jack off to thoughts of 7 year old Amanda.
His mother did not wake up, she did not catch him. Not the first
time, nor the forth time that he jacked off, spewing his pent up
teenage sperm down the shower drain. Every squirt brought about and
released with thoughts of Amanda. Lovely, wonderful, TITLESS, little
Amanda...
He climbed out of the shower and dried off, then sat on his bed. He
held the bottle of sleeping aid in his hands and turned it over and
over. He read the back of it, and found that an over dose was more
than six pills in twenty four hours. An idea formed. Tomorrow night,
he'd fix her soda. He'd give her four pills in it, and HOPE she went
to sleep. If she went to sleep, he'd be free...
Terry had not been out on halloween in years. In fact he'd not been
out of the house alone in more than two years. The taste of freedom
he had in the shower set his mind. He wanted that freedom. The
freedom to leave the house without his mother, without her watching
his every move! Reading his every thought! He crawled under his
blankets, plans forming in his sixteen year old mind. Plans for
freedom...
Chapter 3 Release of the Monster Within
The next day he could not concentrate in school. He was too excited.
He planned his night out in his head. He wanted to be away from his
mother, certainly, but he also wanted to be with Amanda! Sweet,
beautiful, titless Amanda who had made him cum just by touching him.
Amanda, the ONLY girl his mother had ever allowed him to speak to.
Amanda, the thoughts of whom caused him to shoot his sperm down the
shower drain four times! He wanted to see her, to touch her, to feel
her, to have her touch him!
He nearly ran home from school. He wanted the rest of the afternoon
to fly by, wanted the time to come for him to try for his freedom. He
kept the sleeping aid in his pocket so there'd be no chance of his
mother finding it, putting her wise to him. He helped with dinner,
and afterwards helped her clean up. Then as he always did he went to
his room to do his homework. It was hard to keep his mind centered on
it, the time was approaching, quickly now.
Finally late afternoon came, another hour or so and it would be dusk.
He'd not had the chance to buy a costume, so he'd made one. Out of an
old ski mask, and he tore a pair of his jeans, put some tears in an
old shirt. He'd managed to grab a charcoal from art class with which
to darken around his eyes where he knew they'd show thru the mask. He
was going to go out as a 'homeless' person. Not the best costume, but
certainly all he had to work with.
He draped his costume over the towel rack in his bathroom, then went
to join his mother to watch a little tv. He offered to pour her a
glass of soda, and she greatfully accepted. In the kitchen he crushed
two pills into her drink. He knew her, knew she'd drink this first
glass pretty fast and ask for another. He'd decided to put two pills
into each instead of all four at once. She might taste them if he did
that.
He carried the glass back to her and watched as she did exactly what
he knew she would, she downed it, fast. He quickly got her another,
adding the pills. He gave her the soda then sat down in the chair to
watch tv with her.
In just thirty minutes, she was snoring! He could't believe his plan
was actually going to work! He gently put a blanket over her. She
did not stir as it's weight settled on her, she was sleeping VERY
soundly!
Terry smiled to himself and almost skipped to his room with joy! He
grabbed his make shift costume and put it on. He darkened around his
eyes, and the backs of his hands then looked in the mirror. When he
pulled the ski mask down he knew no one would EVER know him.
Dusk came and he could hear the kids starting their trek around the
neighborhood to collect their treats. He grabbed a food baggie, and a
rubber band out of the junk drawer. He stuffed them in his pocket. A
paper bag for treats and he slid out the kitchen door, closing it
gently behind him. Never once did he consider what might happen if
his mother woke while he was gone. He was past caring about that. He
also never once thought about what he was going to do if he did see
Amanda....
Terry wasn't ashamed to go up to the houses for treats. Besides, if
he DIDN'T do it, he'd look out of place among those who did. He was
standing on old lady Jenkins porch when he caught sight of Amanda.
She was at the house just before old lady Jenkins'. His heart started
hammering in his chest. He was greatful the old jeans were loose
fitting, they hid his immediate hard on.
He had hoped that Amanda would be alone, but she wasn't. She was with
her mother, sort of. Her mother really wasn't paying that much
attention, often lagging behind to talk to whatever adult was passing
out candy to the kids. She glanced at Amanda now and then but did not
stay right beside her. Terry knew this was his chance, his one chance
to have Amanda.
Terry stepped off old lady Jenkins' porch and quickly strode up the
street. Three houses down there was a vacant lot, over grown with
bushes and trees. He'd try to make his move there. He'd get Amanda
to come into the bushes. He HAD to get her to come! He'd never
wanted any thing so badly his entire life! Even as he thought of
having her in the bushes, his cock nearly spewed his hot teen spunk
into his shorts. He groaned out loud as he reached down and squeezed
it thru his jeans to stop the eruption. His sperm tonight was for
Amanda, NOT his shorts!
Terry slid into the bushes, un-noticed. No one ever noticed Terry. It
had been that way his whole life. Right now, he was thankful for
that!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the baggie and rubber band.
He wished he had a condom but that was not possible, not with his
mother watching his every step. He hoped the baggie would serve the
same purpose. If not, he no longer really cared. Jail might be
better than living with his mother. (He'd never heard the expression
'Bubba's Wife, but even if he had, he would not have cared.)He slipped
the baggie on over his cock, put the rubber band around the base. He
hoped it would do, as he shoved his cock back into his shorts, but did
not zip his pants.
He watched, he waited, he prayed. His prayers were answered nearly
ten minutes later. Amanda came by the vacant lot, alone.
One swift move and Terry had her in his arms, his hand over her mouth
before she knew she'd been snatched. She was so small, so light! He
ran with her easily, her kicking feet and flailing arms did not bother
him. He could feel her screams locked behind his hand.
He carried her deep into the woods, running the old worn paths,
careful to leave no new trace of broken branches or torn leaves. He
ran, the kicking screaming little girl in his arms. When he could run
no more he stopped and looked around. The woods was dense here, many
hiding places to be had. Terry stepped off the path to walk deeper
into the over growth.
Finally satisfied, he stopped. He kept his hand over Amanda's mouth
but slid her down his body until her feet were on the ground. He held
her head against his crotch his hand over her mouth. Amanda struggled
with all her strength, clawing at his hands and arms, trying to free
herself, her voice. Terry laughed at her struggles. The scratches on
his arms bled, and the site of the blood enraged his desire to fuck
her. With his free hand he ripped the top of her costume down to her
waist.
Such lovely little nipples! He could see them clearly in the light of
the moon peeking thru the branches. He pinched her nipples, pinched
them hard. Amanda stopped clawing at his hands and arms and began
trying to protect her nipples.
Terry was tired of her struggles, he'd run a fair distance carrying
her. He nearly threw her away from himself, but before she was able
to even move an inch he'd slapped her HARD right across the face. The
slapped echoed thru the trees as she fell to the ground before him,
the scream she'd been about to yell choked off with the impact.
He was on her in an instant, tearing the rest of her costume off her
small, delicate body.
Terry held her and pushed his cock between the outer lips of her
tender little pussy. He felt the head of his cock touch her entrance
and he moaned. She struggled harder as he begin to push against her.
He put all his weight on her, between her legs, and thrust against her
again, and again. She cried harder, and this made him want her more,
the sound of her cries thrilled him!
With another thrust she screamed, his hard cock tore the outer edges
of her tender seven year old virgin pussy. How wonderful she felt!
So tight! So Warm! He watched as he pushed his cock further into
her. He felt it as it began to stretch her. She cried harder, writhed
in his hands. Another thrust and his cock entered her, pushed against
her hymen.
Groaning now, his cock harder then it has ever been in his life, he
gave a final hard thrust and felt her body go rigid in his hands as
his cock broke through the barrier in her tender little hairless baby
pussy and pushed against her baby womb. She screamed into his hand.
He hears her muffled screams, sees her eyes wide in fear and pain. He
reads these as signs that she has lusted for his cock buried within
her folds. She screams and struggles, her bubble butt ass digging
into the ground as she tries to dislodge him from her pussy. She
screams and cries driving him to greater heights of pleasure.
Pleasure he had never known before.
He moved his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her town bald
little baby pussy. The tightness on his shaft more than he's ever
felt, or knew was possible. It is almost painful to his throbbing
cock, to have her sweet tender pussy grabbing him so.
Amanda struggled, arms and legs flailing, trying to tear herself loose
from his invasion of her little body. Her struggles inflamed and
enraged young Terry's passion. He loved the feel of her tiny body
beneath his hips and he dropped his full weight down onto her
thrusting into her deelply.
Terry could not hold back, his desire and passion held in check far
too long. His cock exploded within the baggie banded so tightly
around it. For an instant he was afraid his member would go limp,
slip out of the bag and spill his tell tale seed within her abused
cunt. Only for an instant. His cock did not go soft, he kept
pounding it, driving it into Amanda's torn abused little pussy,
fucking her harder, faster, trying to thrust into her womb it's self.
It seemed like he could fuck her forever. Enjoying the feel of her
body beneath his, the sound of her muffled sceams and her eyes. He
loved looking into those wide, beautiful eyes. Terry came again and
then again, before his cock finally began to go soft. He quickly
pulled out of Amanda, dragging the sperm filled baggie with his cock.
He realized she had stopped screaming and lay silent on the ground.
At first he thought he had killed her, but when he felt her chest he
knew she had just passed out. He looked at her one more time, then
turned and began to run the paths thru the woods. After serveral
minutes he came out about 10 houses from where the over grown lot was.
He slid back into the crowd of tricker treaters. No one
noticed...they never noticed Terry....
Chapter 4 : The Present
"Here mom, I got your soda for you." Terry said to his mother as she
sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Thank you dear! You know I am so glad we never got into the habit of
giving out candy on halloween. The interuptions when we are watching
TV are just too in convienient."
"Yes, mom. I agree." Terry replied as he watched her tip the glass
of soda to her lips and guzzle it down as she always did. Over the
years he'd managed to come by things he needed for this one night a
year adventure. He'd gotten REAL sleeping pills from the family
doctor. He'd managed to score condoms without his mother's knowledge,
they sold them in the men's rooms everywhere now. This year he'd even
managed to buy and sneak in a red devil costume for his night of lust.
He'd tried it on, and thought it would do perfectly, the mask one to
strike terror into any little girl, and conceal his identity.
He felt devilish this night. Really devilish. This year he had
decided that he didn't want to read what the girl had to say in the
papers. This usually carried on too long, and the lies to obvious.
The girls wanted him, it was plain to see. Why would the police and
papers make them lie?
This year, to save her from being forced to lie, Terry had decided to
send her to heaven on this most special night of the year.
His mother's snores brought his mind back to the present. He put on
his costume, put the condom on his dick and shoved it back into his
shorts. As he went thru the kitchen to the back door he grabbed a
brown sack for his 'treats' and the knife he had sharpened earlier
that day.
Melanie was out there now, wanting him, waiting for him. He would
protect her, love her, save her from the police and newspapers. He
would bear no more of their lies.....
He smiled as he thought of the candy he'd have when the night was
done.
End
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