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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Recess
  Relationship:
      Ashley_Spinelli/Erwin_Lawson, Gretchen_Grundler/Erwin_Lawson
  Character:
      Ashley_Spinelli, Gretchen_Grundler, Erwin_Lawson
  Additional Tags:
      Anal, Anal_Sex, Abuse
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      Published: 2013-02-25 Updated: 2016-09-04 Chapters: 3/? Words: 12586
****** Lawson Has His Fun ******
by TimedWatcher
Summary
     The girls of Third Street Elementary aren't safe from this fifth
     grade menace.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Being a fifth grader was hard work. Especially after whomping some fourth
graders at kickball. When both grades were fighting, he decided to slip into
Third Street Elementary to get away from that ruckus and get himself some much
deserved victory water from one of the fountains.
Sure that call may have been bullspit, but it'll go down in those history books
as a win, and there ain't nothin' those fourth graders can do about it.
Lawson's face spread in a toothy grin.
"LAWSON!" That voice sounded particularly familiar. He knew it was one of them
girls but he was trying to remember which one of them sounded like that. The
four eyes girl? His answer came when that girl in the pigtails and one of them
beanie hats rounded a corner coming full bore at him. Lawson would have jumped
if he didn't remember that she was all bark but no bite.
"Oh. One of dirtweiler's friends. Have you come to bask in my glory?" he said,
finishing with a high-fallutin' pose.
Lawson was caught off guard worse than a ball to the face because at least them
fourth graders don't throw so hard. He was clocked right in the jaw. Just where
she could reach him. Lawson almost lost his step. Years of sports like soccer
gave him the right foot work to stop from falling or trippin'.
Spinelli had ignored it at first but after that punch she had to start rubbing
her fist. The pain was too much. "You know whompin' well that if it wasn't for
that 'in cahoots with you five graders' referee call, we would have won that
game!" Lawson wasn't paying attention to what was being said. His chin and
mouth were still sore and he was checking to see if anything came loose. It
really rattled his teeth together. What she so rudely referred to is maybe he
was touched by the ball before being declared safe.
"Now that may be the case and all, but guess what? You and your friends are
still LOSERS! L-O-S-A-R-S!" Oh heck did I just spell it like that? He shook his
head. Ah heck who cares? Not like anybody that mattered heard him.
"What are you gonna do Spinelli? You think hitting somebody bigger and stronger
than you's gonna solve somethin'?" He lowered his jaw at her, goading her on.
"It just might!" She swung again with the less sore left hand. Lawson was ready
this time. Catching her fist in his right hand. Lawson was gonna laugh at the
lack of power in this one. He realised though that she was using the wrong
hand.
"Aw. Did the poow wittle baby hurt her itty bitty hand?" He squeezed her small
hand which resulted in a loud groan of pain.
"Ah! Can it Lawson and let me go!" She lunged forward but Lawson kept her at
bay by still holding her fist in a death grip and pushing her back with it.
"You know what I think would be a treat for you? A trip to the boys room."
Spinelli's eyes opened wide. Her fear was tender to him. So, so tender.
Spinelli tried to clamp her boots down and hold steady. Wasn't working. "Lawson
come on you know I was just kidding. Right?" Lawson's smile grew bigger as he
dragged her with him to that little insignia stamped door with the stick
figure. "I'll do your homework for a week... a month! Please Lawson!" Her
desperation was like having some gatorade after a game. Delicious.
And like that, the door swung open. Spinelli put up a fight with her sore hand.
Gripping at the side of the entrance. It didn't take long for her strength and
stamina to wear out and soon she was flung inside.
Spinelli was exhausted. Not like she had been doing anything strenuous. With
just this and what happened, it wore her out.
Seeing Spinelli like this. On all fours. Panting for air. It gave the red
haired boy a feeling he hadn't felt in a memory he had long forgotten. When him
and his cousin Mary experimented together when he was about in the third grade.
Those were good times. Memories he kept himself warm with at night. Mmhmmm. She
was the youngest and prettiest thing. Still is.
Spinelli on the other hand? Geeze. Look at her. No sense of bein' a girl.
Tangled hair held together with some string. The leather jacket. Not to mention
the boots. She reminded him of his aunt who still wasn't married. He remembered
something somebody called her when they were out eating. A dyke I think.
Whatever the heck that meant. Whatever it was, Spinelli reeked of it.
"Hey Spinelli. What does it feel like to be with a real man for once?" He paced
around her. "I bet Dumbweiler never even got to first base with you!"
Her breathing was long and paced before she gasped and replied. "I. Don't.
Like. Him. Like. That."
Lawson was audibly disgusted. "Oh don't tell me it's that gussler kid you got
the hots for." Spinelli, even in this moment of ultimate shame, had to give
Lawson a dirty look for that. "Who am I to judge?" Lawson just shrugged his
shoulders with a cocky smirk.
Spinelli knew when to call it quits and let out a sigh. "Alright Lawson. You
win." She started pushing herself up off the disgusting boy's room floor. "I
mean this was fun and all but uh..."
"Not so fast... Ashley." Lawson really bit into the fruit that was saying that
name. "You still owe me one for that sock of marbles to the face." Furthering
his point, he rubbed his fingers underneath his chin.
"You already did by dragging me in here and... and..." Spinelli removed her
hands from the ground, sitting up on her covered knees "Making me touch and sit
on hundreds of pounds of boy cooties." She thrust her hands forward to Lawson
to show him the school yard germs.
"Oh I think I'm gonna be sick." He feigned. Spinelli was only able to think for
a second that Lawson might lay off. That's when he bust out with his gut
laughing, unable to hold it back. He had to hold his sides together before he
fell apart. Spinelli wasn't exactly surprised but her mouth still was gaping.
"No no no. You still owe me for not addressing me as your lord and master
Earwin Lawson The Greatest of all time at Kickball!"
"... You're not serious."
Lawson had begun circling her. "Do I sound like I'm joking?"
Another sigh. Spinelli wondered to herself about how she got herself into these
messes. Lawson had begun tapping his shoe behind her. "Lawson you're... the
greatest at kickball." She said it in a whisper. Like trying to say something
with ashes in your mouth, nothing good came from it. Without a notice, her face
and body smashed against the ground. She felt an intense weight on top of her
back. With a smooshed face, she tried to look at and say something to Lawson.
"Sorry Spinster, it's too late for that." Lawson didn't want to bide anymore
time and wanted to get to the nitty gritty stuff.
Even with a smooshed cheek against a bathroom floor, she was able to angrily
say "Then what'd you make me do that for!?"
"Gee. Why would I want to humiliate you even further than I did? That's a
mystery I gotta send into them Y-files folks." Lawson basked in his joke. His
older sister used to let him stay up to watch Y-files. Really spooky stuff.
Like the guy who had his face eaten by some alien creature. He doubted Spinelli
had seen it. She's too much of a baby after all. "Nah. I got something
different planned for you." He grabbed the arms that were attempting to flail
and strike him, then pulled them to the top of her head, almost making them
clap together with the force he used. He clasped them together. His body had
instinctively began reacting to all of this and the thing in his pants was
begging to get out. It was still a new feeling to the boy but he knew he had to
get rid of it anyway he could.
Spinelli had no idea what to do or what was about to happen. A swirlie? Oh no.
Not a swirlie That was worse than being sent to the dodgeball wall. And it's
gonna happen in the boys room! She could never scrub that away. No matter how
many baths she took. That's when she felt something. Something hard. Something
stiff. It was poking at her bottom. Did Lawson have something in his pants he
forgot to take out? Whatever it was, she was bothered by it. Especially with
the way Lawson was rubbing it against her like that. Almost like he was sawing
it into her.
This wasn't the first time she had a boy on top of her. Although that was
usually during a game of tackle football or after one of TJ's plans backfired.
Being here on the bathroom floor with Lawson putting her into this position was
something else entirely. She had nothing else to compare it to really. Spinelli
just had to ask about it. "Lawson, what the heck is that?"
Lawson couldn't believe how good this felt. Well of course he could. He's done
way worse to his cousin in his prime years. This was just the beginning of the
fun to be had. So he decided to answer her. "Well Dykelli." Lawson had to
internally salute himself on that one. "This is what we men call our manhood.
We use it on girls to see whether or not they like guys and stuff. Remember
those nature videos with the animals?"
Spinelli had to remember when and where she saw it. Miss Grotke's? Nah she'd
remember that. It was Mrs... Spinelli froze. She remembered that part in the
video. Her struggles renewed. There was no way he was gonna "mate" with her.
"Get the heck off me Lawson! I'll teach your face to mate with your own
behind!"
"You were lying about that sore fist huh? Guess I won't have to go easy on
you." He mocked casually. Lawson moved one of the hands holding her arms in
place to where he had been rubbing his length. The back of Spinelli's red
dress. Lifting himself off, he gave the young girl's ass a rub. He had to
admire it. It was soft and girly, and at the same time firm. The rod in his
jeans was like a well built tent. You could see it across a classroom. There
were a few times he really had to think about something to get it to go away
just to not get embarrassed. Like Kurst The Worst.
He grabbed the hem of the dress. The feeling was like when his sister did his
laundry. Too much starch. He could probably fold it up like a paper airplane.
That wasn't a concern anymore when he saw those panties. "Aw gee Spinelli.
They're not pink. Guess I can't just stop now and go show them to people." Like
he would even stop in that case. His hand grasped at the top of them and pulled
them towards him hard enough to snap the elastic.
"Hey. I got pink panties! I can show them to you and we can laugh about it!
Just stop, okay?" Lawson's tongue moved crazily around his lips. He rarely had
LaSalle on the ropes like this. Let alone Spinelli. This desperation was too
moist.
Lawson was always one to gloat. This time however didn't call for that. It
called for something within Lawson he never even knew was there. His fingers
fumbled for a second or two on his zipper. Even more so on his button.
After a bit of finger fumbling, he was able to let it escape. That gesture
almost made him explode in his boxers. He was thankfully able to hold back.
Fishing it out of that hole, he finally understood why all his undershorts came
with them. He presented it to the cold bathroom air, hovering just above the
broken down cotton panties. Soon. Soon she would be wrapped around him like a
glove.
With a final pull, Lawson took down her underwear easily, despite the
resistance of Spinelli's clapped together legs. He slid them over to where her
orange and red striped stockings began.
There it was. Despite her quivering and whining. Spinelli's ass in all of its
glory. It wasn't big or nothin'. Just the right size for a fourth grader. Yet
it sent shivers up his spine just looking at it. It's funny. Spinelli wasn't
even in his sights. Not a single thought or fantasy was dedicated to her. He
knew her as that dweeby loser girl that hung out with those other dorks and
LaSalle. Yet in this moment, she may as well be his dream girl. The brown hue
of her skin. The perfection. Like they were two small Micky Jordie basketballs
held together, with little goosebumps everywhere. He wish he could tell her
that... oh what the heck why not? "Hey Spinelli. All those sports you played
paid off back here on this rump a dump."
Spinelli tried so hard to hide her whimpering and whining, but it was almost no
use. "Please Lawson... please. Just stop." She wished the cold air on her butt
was the most uncomfortable thing going on right now. Her face mashed against
the ground. Her arms held tight above her. The sting when Lawson ripped her
underwear on her. The smell. There was no way it could get worse.
It did.
Lawson had begun rubbing himself near what could barely be called an entrance.
Despite all that activity she strained herself in, Spinelli was still tight.
Just like his cousin. He had hurt his cousin doing this and felt immensely
terrible for it. With Spinelli though? He didn't care. Frustrated, he wrapped
his free arm underneath her weighty stomach and pulled her up a bit off the
ground. That's when he felt an opening. Lawson pushed in like he did on Tuna
Tuesdays at the cafeteria, hard and fast.
Spinelli's throaty, scratchy voice let out a scream that could have been heard
across the hall if they weren't at the far end of school where there were no
classes. Spinelli reacted like any girl in this position would. Kicking and
screaming. Her boots smacked hard against the hard tiled floor. Although there
were many times in her life where she felt weak and small, there was nothing
else like this.
Lawson was having a good thing going and didn't want it ruined. So he flung his
hand from her stomach and to her face, and wrapped it around her mouth. He
could feel the wet skin and the hot tears coming down now. No sympathy here.
Nadda. Zilch. Zero.
Lawson worked himself in her, much in the same way he did when he ground her
backside. This time however he used her clasped arm and face for momentum as he
worked himself in and out of her again. The hot breath on his hand made him
wonder. Why didn't she try to bite him? She must have had no fight in her. Good
for him. Bad for her. He thrust in deeper and tightened his grasp on her mouth
to make sure no noise escaped.
Spinelli felt nothing but pain and burning. Lawson was barely a feeling to her.
Yet everything else he did surrounding it made her grimace in pain. Was that
what it was like for everyone else? As much as she'd like to pretend she didn't
know about this kind of stuff, this was not how she pictured it happening.
There were many. Many. Other ways she pictured it. Including sharing it with a
boy in a red-
She was almost literally pulled from her fantasy. Lawson had moved his hands
and instead grappled onto her hair, which was easier than imagined due to her
knotted hair. Slaps of their skin meeting rang out as he delivered blow after
blow to her. Spinelli couldn't help but think Lawson knew that she was broken.
He was right. She didn't let out a peep. Just slight mewls every time he
impacted her.
Spinelli had tried to think of something else. Anything else. Wrestling.
Monster trucks. Kickball. That kid with the baby tooth she had a crush on. None
of it was able to pull her out of where she was.
An eruption was building within Lawson. Maybe it was due to the hot dogging
earlier or maybe she really was just that tight, but he was going to do it
earlier than he wanted to. Darn. Just when he was really getting into it. His
face scrunched. "Spinelli. I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Spinelli asked him what
he meant in a scared desperate tone. He grunted and groaned and yanked on her
hair harder than before. That's when he let out a guttural, but still very
high-pitched, yell in pleasure. He didn't let up for a second. He pushed in
deep and pulled hard, his face meeting her neck with a hot and heavy breath, he
collapsed on top of her, sending whatever height she had gained back down
again.
If you saw them both together, Lawson on top of Spinelli, heavily panting, a
mangled body of lust, you'd think they were young lovers who had just expressed
themselves.
Lawson didn't disengage right away. He didn't have the mind to. He hung around
inside her until that part of him shriveled up. Regaining control and feeling
what and who was beneath him, realising what he had done, another part of him
shriveled. Lawson raised himself up off his victim and got a better look at
her. She was face down in her own tears and spit and whatever else was down
there on the boys room floor. Her black tangled hair was even more of a
disheveled mess. Apparently pulling on her pig tails knocked off her hat and
yanked off her hair ties in the commotion as well.
And there it was. His thick run off along with what he could guess to be blood,
were slowly slipping out of her now opened slit. He would have to own up to
this, and Lawson knew exactly how.
Lowering himself down to be almost face to face with Spinelli, he started in a
most patronizing voice. "Would be ashame for Dirtweiler to find out in the
fourth grade that you're already used up. Why would he marry you if he knew
about this?" After he thought he destroyed her, saying that really got a rise
out of Spinelli. "Maybe I should go tell him. What do you think Spinelli?"
Spinelli shook her head and begged and pleaded with Lawson to not do that and
promised that this whole thing will just be their secret. Lawson had to do
everything in his power to not laugh. It was almost too easy at this point.
Readjusting his cap and zipping himself up, he had probably spent way too much
time on this as he probably should have. It was still worth it in the end.
"Hey. Get yourself cleaned up already. I don't want to be caught being late for
class." She responded in a slow, timid fashion. He was reminded of when King
Bob really chewed out one of his subjects. He wanted to hang around long enough
just to know she was gonna do it. When she got up, he turned. Something came to
mind though. Something extra moist.
"By the way. I got something I need you to do." Spinelli froze.
"What could you possibly want from me now?"
Lawson thought for a second. "Gretchen Grundler."
***** Chapter 2 *****
A crime had been committed at Third Street School. Someone had stolen the
dessert special of triple fudge macadamia nut cookies! Not to mention the
brownies meant for those that were allergic to peanuts. It was one of the only
ways you could choke down that mystery meat with that being the gold at the end
of that awful tastin' rainbow. I wasn't too worried about it though. Cause it
was me who done it in the first place! Took that and left it for Kurst along
with a valentines day card. With any luck, she'd probably have eaten that too.
With everybody scrambling, looking for them, it gave him time for something he
was a big fan of.
Off the usual highway of travel for the kids, sat a secluded boy's bathroom.
Inside was a rather unusual sight. A dimly lit room with a bulb that seemed to
flicker whenever it wanted. Under that inconsistent light however, was a red
headed boy in a blue cap, reflected in three sets of mirrors, resting slightly
on a bathroom sink. His pants jeans undone and pulled down slightly. His face
and head were turned up, clearly enjoying himself. On the other hand, there was
a girl crouching in front of him. Who at first was hard to tell was even a girl
with the leather jacket, boots and tuque she wore. However the red dress and
stockings became the dead giveaways. She wasn't merely crouched on her knees
for no reason however. With one hand on the rim of the faucet, and another
wrapped around the boys hard length, she stroked it back and forth, almost
admiring her handy work. Compared to the boy, her face read of determination
and not pleasure. Her tongue darted out and gave it a few licks before taking
the head inside her warm mouth. She had a rhythm going with her strokes and
mouth moving a few inches back and forth. The taste that would be forthcoming
was negligible. She just wanted it done and down her throat. That's when the
boys hands fell upon her head. He was reaching his critical point. That's when
she started humming the theme to The Adventures of Beanie McChimp. For some
reason that act would really help send him sky rocketing into orgasm.
The boy had other plans though. Locking a knotted strand, between his fingers,
he pulled her mouth off his erection and started stroking himself. It didn't
take long after she had been pulled off. Her reaction was priceless as he
spurted himself across her face.
Bits of it had gotten into her mouth and she made the effort to raspberry spit
before attempting to talk. "Lawson! What the heck? I thought we talked about
this!" Although it was less a reminder and more of a borderline screech.
"Oh gee. Sorry Spinelli. I guess I wasn't thinking." Spinelli couldn't believe
she puts up with that tone of his. Especially whenever he put on a crud eating
grin. She would just clock him one normally, but that's what got her into this
mess in the first place.
Getting up from her vulnerable position in front of him, she walked over to the
sink farthest from him. Turning on some warm water, she gave her face a splash
in an attempt to clear away his freshly laid spunk. "What if you stained my
outfit and one of the teachers saw it? Do you know how much trouble you'd be
in?"
"You know me Spinelle. I always walk on the wild side." Spinelli looked up to
see him appear behind her in the mirror she was standing in front of. She
needed to get away and headed over to a dispenser to get a paper towel.
"Besides. I'm getting a little tired of the usual stuff..."
His request. That's all that came to mind when he said it like that. Spinelli
had buried her face in the dampening paper. Despite her best efforts to
dissuade him of it, it just wasn't enough. She had given him almost everything
she had in the weeks that followed the incident. Yet he wanted more. Alright.
Despite her attempts to stop it from happening, Spinelli had also been planning
ahead just in case.
Like a reflex, she deposited the wet hunk of brown paper in the bin and was
about to leave. She probably needed to inform him about the plan. "Gretchen had
completed her fifth grade homework ahead of time. So instead of just giving her
sixth grade homework, they gave her a period of free time to work on whatever
sciencey stuff she usually works on." Turning to face him, she continued.
"She's working on something now for the science fair."
"So that's when we're gonna-"
"Beginning of fifth period. Be in one of these stalls. If we're not here in ten
minutes, get the heck out." For what Spinelli was about to do to a friend of
hers, she talked in a very procedural manner. Lawson even looked impressed.
"Wow Spinelle. I had no idea you had it in you to be so... so..." Lawson had to
think for a second to put it into words. "Like me." He finished with one of his
trademark wretched smiles.
Spinelli rolled her eyes and her head. "Don't push it Lawson. Let's just get
this over with." She turned away from him and stomped off.
================================
Blast! This just wasn't working. No matter what recalibration she input.
Rubbing her eyes, she attempted to envision what she saw last night. As strange
and confounding as it sounds, her idea came from a dream she had. When she woke
up that morning, she scrambled to put everything seen in that brief broadcast
in her head on paper. Formulas, ideas and compounds seemed to flow from her
hand and onto this sheet of paper. Yet looking at it now, it seems insane. How
do I add the fifth of pi to the quadratic formula? Gretchen had the mind to
crumple this into a ball and recycle it. Yet it was some of the only
inspiration she had for the upcoming Third Street Elementary science fair. She
had higher aspirations than to use any of the other things she built in her
moments of free time like her microwave gun. She didn't even feel like
rebuilding that satellite dish which was confiscated by the government. Maybe
GALILEO had an idea.
Spinelli had her hand placed on the cold handle of the door Gretchen was
behind. She had rehearsed this in her head a bunch of times. She would have to
get this right. Without a second thought, she turned it and ran inside. Don't
mess up your words Spinelli. "Gretch! Gretch! You've got to see this!" She
exclaimed with an excited breath and smile of excitement on her face.
Gretchen had been reaching into her bag for her pocket PC and was caught off
guard. "What? Huh? Oh. Spinelli. Good to see you. Not to sound unenthused about
you being here, but shouldn't you be in Miss Grotke's math class?"
"Of course I was going to be. That's when I found it... I think it's the
discovery of a life time!"
Gretchen was intrigued. Spinelli was a good friend but sometimes she could
construe the simplest things the wrong way. "Are you sure you're not at all
being hyperbolic about this? I somehow doubt the next great discovery in any
form of 'scientia' is here at this school." Gretchen affirmed while adjusting
her glasses.
A faux look of dejection came across Spinelli's face. "I don't understand
exactly what it is, all I know is I want to be the partner of the person that
cracks its code. I gotta show it to somebody who understands this kind of
stuff. That's why I came to you Gretch." Spinelli turned away. "Maybe I should
talk to one of the Pale Kids." Spinelli chided herself. She was so bad at this.
A sigh escaped the goofy heighted red head as she relented. "Oh I suppose one
little excursion wouldn't hurt."
"Besides. What's wrong with a little time between us girls anyway?" Spinelli
added on. This was getting to be painful. She wished Gretchen would hurry
before she would get cold feet on this.
Zipping up her book bag, she got out of her chair and met face to face with
Spinelli. "Well lead on..." She giggled to herself at this. "Pardner."
================================
"In here!?" Gretchen exclaimed.
"Yup." Spinelli had grown accustomed to the boys room. There was a time when
she had absolutely feared it. I guess Lawson had shown her the way.
"What could have possibly lead you to going in here? Were you blindfolded and
thrown in here against your will in some elaborate prank?" Spinelli almost
wanted to tell her about how close that guess was.
"I uh... actually went in here to uh... chase a boy. Who had owed me some gum.
I told him not even the boys room could keep him safe from me and, well, here
we are." She shrugged her shoulders at Gretchen with a half hearted smile and
laugh. Gretchen's eyes squinted incredulously at her, utterly skeptical of the
story. Spinelli thought fast and pushed the door open. "If it would make you
feel better, I'll hold the door for ya." Stepping in, she held the door with
one hand and pointed into the bowels of the boys room with her other.
Gretchen had reminded herself that she came all this way and she supposed she
could at least try and see if she's telling the truth. Spinelli was a good
friend. To not give her the benefit of the doubt would cast a shadow only on
herself and not Spinelli. One small step after all. With one awkward placed
footing, she stopped. Now scientifically speaking, she has yet to find evidence
of the so called "cootie" that plagues the school, despite a year of study.
It's an unseen epidemic she had to question. Yet why did she fear to tread? As
she said. One small step, but a giant leap for kid kind.
There she was. In a boys room. A poorly lit one at that. Yet something hit her
even worse than the mess of paper towels on the floor or the water drenching
the counter of the sink. It was the smell. "Oh my yes. You may have discovered
something. What else could have caused this absolutely nauseating smell?"
Gretchen had to cover her mouth and face. It was entering everywhere.
"That's how it normally smells..." Spinelli corrected. "You get used to it."
She spoke with her hand muffling her face. "If that's the case, I'd rather my
visit be a short one."
Spinelli pointed it out to her. "It's in the final stall there." Gretchen
walked in that general direction. Spinelli trailed behind.
Gretchen hoped this would be all worth it. What could it be? Considering the
way this place was, she'd hope for a swamp soup of new life. A newly discovered
primordial ooze. It could finally help us understand how we came to be. Pushing
in the handicap stall door in heightened anticipation, she turned the corner.
Nothing yet. Just toilet paper strewn about. The toilet bowl lid was closed
however. Was this really where she was going to find the next scientific
discovery? She leaned in closer as Spinelli had gotten inside with her as well.
"If you had to guess Spinelli. What would you compare what was in there to?"
Gretchen got a headlock instead of an answer.
Spinelli's elbow pointed out as her left hand gripped on her right hand.
Gretchen was infuriated while trying to pull her head out of the move. Spinelli
had a good hold on her despite Gretchen's bucking and attempts at using her
hands to pull off the grip she had. "You interrupt me and my work to put me
into a wrestling hold in the boys bathroom? I demand a good explanation for
this Spinelli." She got one. Sort of. In the next stall over, she heard a step.
A click of a lock, then more steps.
"Well well. You did better than expected Spinelle." Gretchen would recognize
that annoying high pitched voice anywhere.
"Lawson! Spinelli. What have you done to get yourself in with this malodorous,
vile, cad?" Gretchen wanted no, demanded, an explanation as to why her friend
would betray her like this. Maybe she did have a good reason. Maybe.
Lawson had to snicker and snort at the sight within the stall. It was a little
ridiculous to see. Like some Halloween horse costume with a small girl holding
down such a tall girl. "Gretchy gretchy gretchy... still got that big list of
words in that noggin of yours."
"Lawson... you still seem to possess very little in the way of an interesting
vocabulary."
Lawson had to grit his teeth. "Whatever you gotta say, keep it to yourself. It
ain't gonna change nothing about what's gonna happen."
Gretchen only had to think of the few possibilities there could be that could
result stemming from the bind she's in. All of them converged on one point.
"You think giving me a swirlie is the worst thing you could do to me? Even
bein' a girl I've had this done to me plenty of times to know it's still not
the worst thing that could happen to me." Maybe Gretchen's big speech would
have meant more if it wasn't her behind doing the talking to Lawson. Lawson
wasn't minding those shakes. He didn't mind one bit.
Spinelli almost relented her hold on Gretchen. If only it was a swirlie,
Gretch. If only.
"Do you think I'd do that to a girlie girl like you? Nah. That's somethin' I'd
do to Spinelli before you." Lawson and Spinelli traded knowing glances as he
got closer. "In fact. It was ol' Spinelli here that got me into doin' this."
Spinelli looked away from this situation as best she could. She knew she
couldn't see the bound red head's judgmental face, but she could still feel it.
That and Lawson was really pushing her buttons here. Even if it meant leaving
her friend here with him, she wish she didn't have to know about this whole
thing happening.
"Did Spinelli discover a new way to backstab someone? Cause I'm already
experiencing it."
Spinelli closed her eyes. That hurt more than anything Lawson had done.
"I think you hurt poor wittle Spinelli's feelings. Come on Spinelle. Don't you
want to see her suffer now?" His voice went from mocking, encouraging and then
sinister, in only a few pauses.
"Just leave me alone..." Lawson felt a little deflated. Gretchen was getting to
Spinelli. He'd have to do something to stop it from corrupting the corrupted.
"You know Gretchen... I've always had an eye out for ya." He paused, waiting
for a response as he paced behind her. "Well I mean more your body. Cause you
got one goofy lookin' face." He made sure to emphasize the word goofy.
"Spinelli here though? As tomboy as she is, at least is still cute underneath
it all." Lawson looked to see if maybe Spinelli reacted to that. No sale. "You
on the other hand? You dress like my grandma. Not to mention that face of
yours. I don't know how anybody could look at you for more than two seconds."
He's just trying to get to you. Don't let him in and he can't hurt you.
"I mean you got them stupid lookin' buck teeth. Freckles for miles. I mean I
got freckles but they sure aren't nothin' like your spotty face. Speakin' of
miles. How long is that face of yours? I'm reminded of a joke with a horse but
I already forgot it."
Gretchen stopped any struggling she was doing with Spinelli. She tried to tell
herself not to listen. To pretend he wasn't saying anything. Yet... she did.
She listened to every word he said. How is it somebody you don't know very well
can still describe you perfectly? At the same time. How could you let them
control you by insulting you like this and letting it stick to you like glue...
so to speak?
"I assume you're tired of this dressing down I'm giving you. So how about
getting your dressing up?" Lawson slayed himself sometimes. Gretchen wasn't
sure what he meant at first. Lawson bent down and grabbed at the hem of her
dress. Gretchen recognized what he was doing without even having to see it.
"LawSON." Her voiced raised with the second half of his name. "If you think
you're gonna get away with-" She froze as she felt his cold hands just above
her socks. There was a grip on her stringy like legs that sent a shock through
her system. She could feel him trace his hands upwards at a snails pace. Those
hands were getting higher and higher and into a place she hoped he wouldn't go.
His fingers continued to slide up her legs, but he made sure his thumbs hooked
with the long blue dress. The reveal was slow and understated, but kept him on
edge with a watering mouth. More and more of her milky white stilts were
revealed to him. As Lawson reached his destination, his thumbs flipped her
dress at the summit of her legs, sending the entire back of the dress on top of
her. It was something that no man, woman or child had ever seen. It was a side
of Gretchen that not even she had seen. Yet it was all laid out for Lawson.
"Hey Spinelle. She's got girlier underwear than you." Gretchen wanted to
scream. Yet her voice was trapped inside. Didn't help that at random intervals,
Spinelli's grip would tighten.
Lawson had underestimated her. He was expecting some nasty ol' big and grey
ones. Instead it was a nice pair of pink panties. Guess it makes sense as it
matches her socks as well. However those panties more than anything just
complimented her bean pole like legs. Lawson leaned in and gave it a slight
lick. He could taste her day. Not bad. Not something he'd make very common.
"Keep her steady now. I'm gonna get these offa her." It only took that for
Gretchen to start fighting again. Spinelli wished she wouldn't, but couldn't
blame her for trying. She held out as long as she could against Lawson.
Gretchen could be a tough girl, but she wondered how tough she would be.
Grabbing the frilly patterned soft panties with both hands, Lawson almost
jumped in anticipation as he ripped them down with reckless abandon. It was a
good goof for Lawson but it made Gretchen react with a scream, which Spinelli
quickly attempted to stifle with a squeeze. Lawson wanted to do a bit of his
own squeezing seeing the small pale cheeks of Gretchen as he rose up. Being as
thin as she was, it seemed more like an extension of her back, as her ass did
little to hide any of her entry points. Lawson's hands fell upon the twin set.
Rubbing his hands along the flesh, he felt warmth and every bump along the way.
When he squeezed them, there wasn't a lot of give. They felt boney and
resistant to the squeeze. Pulling apart what little skin she had down there,
revealed the only dark part about her. Lawson was able to see Gretchen's
starfish pulsate. He could only imagine the tightness of it as she struggled
against him.
Lawson had thought long and hard earlier about how he'd take her. He knew this
would be the place. "Alright Spinelli. I'm gonna get some of that hand
sanitizer for entry. You just keep Gretchy here preoccupodo." He leaned in,
giving her right cheek a kiss before walking out of the stall. Gretchen
shivered after he left.
As Spinelli stood in wait. It was hard to try and separate yourself from
somebody you're holding. Then there was a whisper. "Spinelli. Let me go. This
isn't and has never been close to being funny." Gretchen had to figure out some
way to crack her friends shell.
"Sorry Gretch." Spinelli didn't have much to say. There was only so much
fraternization you could do or take before switching sides, and Gretchen was in
such a bad spot that she wished she could just let her go. The best thing she
could do is give her advice in a whisper about what best to do in this
situation. "Look. When he starts doing it to you, just relax and be as calm as
possible. He'll scrape your insides if you let him. Trust me, I know."
Thankfully that was a couple days ago. Although that part of her would smart
sometimes.
Gretchen was about to try again when she heard his voice coming closer.
"Alright you two. Enough chit chattin'."
Lawson came in with a curved hand full of pink slime. It was the schools
resident hand sanitizer. It would work well for the job. In a gesture almost
like he was bowling, he wrenched his one arm and delivered a smack in the
crevice of the cheeks. His hand gave it a once over as his other began undoing
his jeans.
Whipping out his cock, he was only a few inches away from getting it in. "Uh
Lawson, shouldn't you uh..."
"I don't like that crap on my junk. You know that." Lawson then proceeded to
wipe the left over residue on Gretchen's side. Placing his hand on her tail
bone, his thumb facing towards him, he used the leverage of his hand to bring
himself closer to her.
Gretchen panicked. This was really happening. Normally in a bad situation, it
was statistically highly likely that the gang or somebody would come and save
her at the last second. Yet here she was. At the mercy of Lawson and...
Spinelli. She could feel him prodding her. "Stop. Please. Stop. Stop!
Stoooooooooooop!" Her last cry for help came out in a low pained growl as she
felt him enter her. Gretchen's mouth hung open as she felt him slide into her
inch by inch. At first there was a tingle. It was horrible but nothing too bad
at first. Then there was a twinge of pain as he got further. Then it just got
worse after that."It hurts! It hurts! Stop it please! If you have any decency
you'll stop!" Gretchen's calculations were correct. It was an exit and not an
entrance. Yet he continued the assault. How anybody could willingly agree to
this was beyond her.
Lawson couldn't be happier. It took a second or two of pushing, then as he
entered, he felt like he was gonna slip out, which required him to thrust in
for a second. He wanted to pop off right away as he entered, yet after his
experiences with Spinelli, he knew himself well enough to be able to hold back.
Relatively inexperienced, it didn't take a lot of guessing or thinking to
figure out what his preferred method of entry was. Especially as Gretchen's
tightness wrapped around him like a glove as he attempted to pull back. Lawson
hands took hold of her backside, kneading the cheeks for a second, he lifted
off a hand and brought down a smack on one, then the other. Gretchen yelled in
pain after each strike as he delivered rapid fire blows. Lawson had to look at
his handy work. The red marks he left really stood out on her white skin.
Gretchen couldn't believe it, but the sting from the hits harmed her more than
the penetration. Gretchen's legs almost buckled and it felt like she wanted to
come down in a heap. In this moment of pain, she wanted to beg and plead one
more time. Yet she finally had a savior.
"Lawson lay off." Spinelli had really seen enough. It's bad enough she had to
take it there, but for Lawson to do that? She had to put a stop to it.
Lawson raised his eye brow at Spinelli. "Oh. Now you give a toot about her well
bein'?" Lawson always had a way to shut people up. Although most of the time it
was himself. Spinelli threw Lawson a dirty look. Lawson gritted his teeth at
her in kind. That little exchange seemed to knock him off his game and as if to
remind him, his girth pulsed as he was about to slide out. He pushed pack in to
receive the tight heat of her ass as it engulfed him once again.
"You're doing great Gretch." Spinelli whispered to her restrained friend. It
was both a way to reassure her and the fact that Spinelli knew Lawson was gonna
be done soon... she hoped for Gretch's sake.
When the pleasure he was getting became too much, he had involuntarily closed
his eyes. In his head, he could hear the squelching and the noises as that
tight hole of hers warped around his length. It was hard to imagine now, having
been in what was probably a girls most sacred and guarded hole, twice, that he
was ever afraid of cooties at one point in his life. If some of those fourth
graders ever even knew he touched a girls butt, they'd probably think
quarantining him for life would be the safest option. If only they knew.
"Spinelli, hold her tight. I'm gonna-" He began thrusting harder and harder as
his hands took hold of her almost nonexistent hips. If not for Spinelli,
Gretchen would have been rammed face first into the wall she was facing by
Lawson.
Spinelli, hated to admit it, but seeing Lawson whimpering and whining and
chewing on his bottom lip, while rushing to the finish line on Gretchen's
behind, gave her weird feelings. It was one of the few times he ever seemed
vulnerable. Her hard stare grew into a softer one as she lamented their first
time together up that hole of hers. Spinelli couldn't help but imagine that was
her there instead of Gretchen. It sickened her to think like that but she
couldn't help it.
Gretchen counted the inches each time she was pushed forward and pulled back.
Trying to run analysis on how close her head was getting to the that hard white
tiled wall each time. It was the only thing that could keep her mind off the
numb pain. Although there was another feeling that loomed that didn't quite
click. By all her reasoning, she shouldn't be feeling anything remotely like
it.
Bursts of groans escaped Lawson as he finally let go inside her. He stabbed out
instinctively, the sensitivity in his tip rising as the last drop of cum left
him. He made sure his every inch was in her by standing on his toes. Gretchen's
hole seemed to respond in kind, somehow getting tighter on his now shrinking
boyhood. Lawson's body relaxed and coiled with Gretchen's. He then shot up
again, realising it would probably be a bad idea to use this skinny nerd as a
body rest. The aftermath of ejaculating was always sobering.
Spinelli felt like a weight was lifted. The intensity of the whole thing had
made her brow sweat. She was thankful her hat caught most of it. Although
she'll probably need to clean the thing when she gets home.
"That felt gooooooooood." Lawson's speech was slurred as he pulled himself out
of Gretchen with a loud suction 'voip'. He gave the right ass cheek a firm but
fair smack and gave Spinelli a relaxed eyebrow raise look.
Gretchen hated it. She hated it more than the hits and the penetration. Even
more than Spinelli's betrayal. It was the feeling of still having Lawson in
her, when he wasn't in her. It lingered. What was worse is that she felt every
glob of that oozing cum as it dripped from her hole. Even brushes of air down
there as Lawson moved around her sent tingles throughout her body. "Spinelle.
Come take a look at this." Gretchen wanted to die. Even Spinelli freeing her
from that grip wasn't solace enough for the embarrassment of what was to come.
She felt her cheeks spread. Were they doing an inquiry for goodness sakes?
"Look. She didn't even bleed like you did." Spinelli looked away as if she did
something wrong.
This was the first time Lawson ever saw his handy work up close and personal
like. He's only heard Spinelli's bitchin' with previous encounters up that
hole. Gretchen's sloppy hole was something to behold. That wasn't the tight
little entrance he saw when he started this whole thing, it was a perfect big O
that was gaping for air as his seed slipped out in droplets. If only he
invested some of his parents money into a camera. Dreams would not replicate
this master work. Gretchen surprised him though, still standing. Still bent
over like she was. Maybe she wanted more.
Gretchen almost tipped over. She placed both her hands for leverage on the cold
nasty boys bathroom wall. She imagined all kinds of things growing and mutating
in between those indents in the tiles. Then she heard Lawson's voice. "Hey
Spinelle." She could only hope she wasn't going to get probed again. There was
nothing for a few seconds. What were they planning now? Slightly turning her
head, she came to see Lawson in Spinelli's ear. Spinelli clearly wasn't liking
what was being said to her.
"You want me to what?" Spinelli looked repulsed.
"Come on Spinelli. You're both friends anyway." Lawson attempted to reassure
her in such a nonchalant way. He then grabbed her by the cheek and seemingly
pinched it. "You know you're my favorite." He said in such a condescending
manner. Gretchen only wondered how she even put up with him. That was just not
Spinelli's style.
She pulled away from Lawson, rubbing her cheek. With exhaled breath and a roll
of her eyes, Spinelli agreed pensively. "Alright..." Gretchen threw her head
forward hoping to not have been seen spying on them. She felt the wind on her
back area again, except this time it was warm... oh no.
Lawson wanted to mash Spinelli's tense face into it like he would mash a
friends face into food. He leaned down close to her and Gretchen's ass. "She
needs a cleanin' Spinelli. And there ain't nobody I trust more with swallowing
my stuff than you."
"Lawson. I'm the only one that swallows this disgusting stuff." Spinelli
replied incredulously. Lawson leered his eyes to Gretchen and back. She got the
message.
It was a much more pleasant smell than she expected. Very vanilla. I guess it's
true what they say about girls she told herself. Then she had a realization. A
property she forgot to account for before she agreed to do this. The hand soap.
It was bad enough she was gonna force herself to eat Lawson's stuff... but
having to eat soap? She hasn't eaten soap since that cuss storm she pulled on
her parents in '95. She couldn't... she wouldn't... with the closeness of
Lawson, and him breathing down her neck, she didn't have much of a choice.
Closing the gap between herself and Gretch, her tongue took lead and she
finally delivered a soft lick. That was Lawson's bitter taste alright. She
didn't have much to complain about with it though, she was used to it. It was
just the way she was going to get it was the truly disgusting part. She could
even excuse the soap part. But her friends most delicate of places?
"That's it Spinelli." He wanted nothing more than to see Spinelli munch on that
pale ass of Gretch's. If he wasn't spent already, he'd be playing with himself
right now.
Soon Spinelli's timid licks became full on ice cream laps. As she was giving
Gretchen a tongue bathing, there was a faint murmur. Lawson wasn't sure where
at first, then the source became unmistakeable. It was Gretchen. The first time
since this all started she was getting any clear enjoyment. Lawson was bemused
at the idea that maybe she was into girls more. "It's alright if you enjoy it
Gretchy. In fact... why not give Spinelli here a hand by spreadin' those nice
cheeks a yours?" He said in such a patronizing tone. As if on cue, her hands
came off the sticky walls and those gangly arms of hers fell upon those
alabaster globes. "That's right. Stretch that butt'a yours wide." Lawson wanted
to frame this. Spinelli using her tongue to scoop up that treat he coated
Gretchen's inner walls with, from her now two sizes too big hole she had
widened for Spinelli. Although his vocab was limited, he tried to think up
plenty of words to describe this. He eventually fell back to a favorite: Moist.
It truly was moist.
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"Gretchen. Don't tell me you're gonna-" Spinielli was caught off guard as
Gretchen glomped onto Lawson's cock.
"Doin' what yer asked without saying a word? Spinelle. You could learn a thing
or two." He smirked off to Spinelli, which she gave him an angry leer in
response. "Whew... be careful with those teeth a yours Gretch." Lawson sighed
out, his head tilting up, lost in the pleasure. Nah he wasn't mad at her. She's
got them heart shaped buck teeth anyway. Besides, she was willingly sucking his
cock after just having it in her ass, he could cut her a bit o' slack.
Gretchen gargled after going a bit too far and had to pull off. She coughed for
a second as Spinelli took reign of Lawson's cock and started stroking him.
"You're doing it all wrong Gretch. You gotta relax, take it slow. Just like
when you took Lawson." Pulling the skin down off the head of Lawson's rod, she
placed it at her lips and took it inch by inch, when it tickled her tonsils,
she pulled it out again with a slight gasp.
Gretchen was fascinated. It was a mind over matter ability, and clearly
Spinelli was used to this type of thing. Spinelli was Utilizing her abilities
from the hot dog eating championship that was held at the school where she came
in third place. Mikey coming in first of course. She wanted to have another go.
Lawson's face scrunched. He looked annoyed. Not over what they were doing, but
at the realization he had to be somewhere. "Ah heck. It was fun girls, but
coach Colson is having tryouts and I can't be dilly dallyin' with you girls. He
really doesn't like kids being late." He wrapped his hand around his length and
started hard jerkin' it. It was nowhere near as satisfying but he had to do
what he had to do. Both girls almost looked sad about his upcoming departure,
but he was at least gonna leave them with a parting gift. He grabbed Gretch by
one of her pig tails and pulled her in and let it shotgun out. Gretchen jumped
with a slight yelp, totally not expecting it. His essence plastered her
glasses. He always wanted to get mud in her eye, but this was the next best
thing. Less spectacularly as he switched from Gretchen, Lawson's cum trickled
out for Spinelli who held out her tongue with her usual furrowed brow. When the
leaky faucet that was his cock stopped dripping, Spinelli took the initiative
and wrapped her mouth around the head to give it one last spit shine cleaning.
Gretchen seeing this through grime filled glasses, joined in at the side,
licking the underside of his cock.
The sight of the two girls working together like this made him wish he skipped
out on PE.
***** Chapter 1.5 *****
Spinelli lay in bed. Her eyes refusing to blink as she stared up to her blank
white ceiling. That's what she wished was on that piece of paper she found in
her notebook. Nothing. She wanted to pretend what happened that day didn't.
That they would both move on and not even look at eachother for the rest of
their school life together. Yet Lawson kept pushing it and pushing it, and
pushing her. Tonight was supposed to be about fun and sleeping over and
watching wrestling. Not worrying about some stupid note!
She sighed, her fingers tapping on her alarm clock. Her fingers stopped and
grabbed it. Lifting it up, Spinelli exposed a bent and overlapped piece of
paper. Undoing the folds, she crinkled it open, the text now visible to her.
"YOURE PLACE, THIS SATURDAY, 12AM, BACKDOOR"
She crumpled it up and tossed it between the crawl space of her bed and her
nightstand. Did he even know where she lived?
Speak of the devil. She heard a tap on her window. Kicking up her blankets, she
crawled to her window. She flicked up some of her blinds and peered down into
the darkness of her backyard. Spinelli couldn't tell her dad's BBQ from her
bike, let alone Lawson. Maybe it was just a coincidence. A late night bird or
bat lookin' for a snack. Yeah. She took hold of her alarm clock again, the blue
digits saying "12:01"
The tap rang out again.
"Why me?" Spinelli breathed to no one but herself.
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Wanting to make sure he was out there, she turned on the back porch light. She
caught a glimpse of him with his back to her and before he could react, she
turned it back off. Spinelli undid the lock of the door, and with a squeak of
the knob and a clunk, she opened it up.
"Hey Spinelle." Lawson said with no attempt to conceal his voice in his usual
thin veneer and that white toothed half grin of his. It made Spinelli want to
introduce him to something called the 'hockey smile.'
When Spinelli was thinking of ways she'd dismantle his face, Lawson instead
threw a curveball her way with a wet smack on the cheek. Spinelli couldn't and
wouldn't tolerate that, as she furiously wiped the back of her hand across her
face to get those Lawson germs off her. In a loud whisper, she reprimanded him
for that. "What are you trying to do? Gross me the heck out?"
"Ah I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. Your eyes just looked so beautiful in the
moonlight." Lawson then started giggling like a mad man, not even able to
pretend he meant it. He saw that line flipping through one of his sisters books
once, it had this guy without a shirt on on the cover. Spinelli could only roll
her eyes at this.
When Lawson clomped his shoes into her house, she couldn't believe she had to
remind him. "Would you keep it down? You wanna wake the whole neighbourhood!?"
He ignored what she said, instead focusing on her. "Whoa Spinelle. You look
just like you got out of bed." Lawson spoke in reference to the black tangled
mess on her head. It was even worse off than when Lawson and her "fought", in
the boys bathroom.
"For your information--I just did." Spinelli blew a strand out from the front
of her face.
Lawson proceeded to mess with her hair the way her uncle would do sometimes.
She really wished she had just put her hat on before coming down here. "This is
how your hair should look after we do it. Not before." He let out a single
guffaw.
She reached up and smacked it away, a little ticked off. "With the way you're
acting, what makes you think I'll let you?" A lone digit ending up on the pec
of his chest. Lawson looked at the finger, then to her. He didn't have to say
he was mad or even put on a face of anger. She could feel it, especially in the
way he towered over her. She retracted it back into her knuckle and stepped
back.
Lawson had been leering her up and down. "Has anybody ever told you how cute
you look in that gedup of yours?" He was referring to that wimpy nightgown her
mom made her wear when she was old enough. She wasn't gonna go for the bait and
waited for the shoe to drop as she folded her arms. "I do mean it Spinelle.
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." He sounded like such a
boy scout. Spinelli let her guard down for one second and that's when he
struck. "In fact. I should tell everybody about how you sleep in them little
baby blue pajamas!"
Spinelli let out audible disgust at both him and herself for even thinking he
changed.
"So where should we kick off the festivities? My boy here is hungry." He patted
the front of his groinal area very obviously to her.
Spinelli, resigned, pointed to the door to their basement and started walking
to it. When she opened the creaky door, she looked back to Lawson who seemed to
have become lead footed.
"As much as I'd like to go into a dank and dirty basement, I was more figurin'
we could go to your room." He punctuated that by using his thumb to point
upwards.
Spinelli's hands raised up, straining hard against the air. She couldn't
believe what he was trying to pull. "Are you nuts? My parents bedroom is
upstairs and Gretchen's sleeping in my room."
Lawson froze. He hadn't expected that."Gretchen huh?" Stroking his chin, he had
to think of a way to use this. "Maybe me and her should get... reacquainted."
Lawson made sure to play up that last bit.
Spinelli came at him with fire and brimstone. "You touch one hair on that girls
head and I'll make you wish you were never born." Even with her being shorter,
in that revealing outfit and being a girl, Spinelli still got him to stand
down.
It looked like he was gonna go for a peck on her cheek but hugged along the
side of her face, his hot breath right in her ear. "I know you'll let me
Spinelle. Question is, how is it gonna go down?" His voice turned soft and
soothing. "Willingly?" He then went to the other extreme in a purr of evil. "Or
forcefully?"
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Spinelli hated it. Almost every step upstairs resulted in a creak or a crack.
Why did moving through your own house at night never feel like it did during
the daytime? Every moment was pins and needles. Even her door, as slow as she
turned the knob and moved the door, it felt like she was playin' rock music or
watching Saturday morning cartoons at the highest volume when her parents
wanted to sleep in that morning. It didn't help that she was holding the hand
of the unpredictable Lawson and having to lead him through her house.
She dropped Lawson's hand the second she had her door open.
Off in the corner of her room, her friend lay in a sleeping bag. Face upturned,
snoring like she usually did, Gretch fell asleep during the main event of
RassleSlam X6, where that sucky Big Bad Ricky Dreamboat went up against the all
American, Semper Fight, in a 'loser leaves the country' title bout. That
PayPerView was so good it almost made her forget about tonight. Almost.
"Alright. We gotta be quiet, but Gretch here is a deep sleeper. We could
probably get away with it." Spinelli quietly explained as she pulled herself on
top of her bed.
Then she heard the door clunk close and whipped back to see Lawson, who
shrugged his shoulders. Spinelli could only shake her head.
Walking towards the bed, Lawson couldn't help but check out the girl in her
sleeping bag. He had no idea that girl sleeping bags could get that long.
Protruding like a sharks fin, was what he could guess were her big ol' feet. He
couldn't make out any of her geeky features, as he could only vaguely remember
her, but boy did she snore like a beast.
Making his way to the bed, Spinelli's legs hanging off the side, she scooched
over as he took a seat.
"So uh..." Lawson scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah..." Spinelli agreed and then looked away.
There was an awkward pause as they shimmied on the bed, but did little else.
Lawson was trying to find the words. Spinelli was just anticipating his first
move.
"Listen, Spinelli..."
She cut him off. "Save the crap Lawson. I know you're here for one thing, so do
it already." Spinelle's head curved against the headboard of her bed, her back
pushed up by her pillow as she grabbed both her knees and pushed out her bottom
in his direction.
Lawson was a little offended to say the least. He was gonna say somethin' but
now had forgotten what exactly. So he'd take out his aggression on what she was
presentin'.
As he wormed his way up her bed, Lawson noticed she wasn't exactly dressed
properly.
She'd forgotten her underoos.
"Hey Spinelle. Do you always go commando or is it just a special occasion for
little ol' me?" He brought a bit of levity back into the room... at least for
himself. Spinelli still seemed like she wanted to be anywhere else but here.
Maybe he could change that.
Flipping his cap backwards, which he normally never liked to do - cause it
would make him look like a certain dirtloser - he pulled down on her dress like
a window blind, snapping the outfit upwards. He couldn't make the details out
in the dark, but the smell... it was getting intense. Lawson brought himself
even closer, and in his confusion in the near pitch black, he accidentally
bumped his nose into something moist.
Spinelli moaned out.
Lawson reacted by rushing to cover her mouth with his hand. This wouldn't do.
He wrenched the pillow Spinelli was laying on, and threw it on top of her face.
Spinelli was annoyed but Lawson couldn't tell.
Now he unzipped himself. It was time. He slapped the tip of his length against
that small pocket of flesh that rested between her legs. Spinelli held the
cushion over her face, only her eyes exposed, it reminded her of when she used
her covers to protect herself from the monsters. Now there was only one and she
could see him clear as day.
His teeth grit at the feeling of his cock sleeve unfurling in her still very
tight entrance, Spinelli couldn't help but whine out. Lawson was still trying
to get the rhythm down, causing her to whine more and more, but something still
seeming awkward about this. His fists dug into the mattress, holding himself
perfectly at the right insertion angle, before further driving his cock into
Spinelli's young and still developing pussy, Spinelli's muffled scream from
behind that pillow was like music to his ears, urging him on.
Eventually, Spinelli seemed to calm down. Besides the skin of their thighs
meeting, the only other noise in the room was the slight ever increasing sound
of the creaking bed, which gave her more time to think than she wanted. Lawson
on the other hand loved the springiness of the coital engagement, timing each
pump to make the bed sound louder and louder.
Spinelli hated his guts. She hated him more than she hated pickles on toast.
Yet the feeling that she was getting from him was driving her insane. She still
didn't know whether to plant one on him with either her fists or her lips.
Thankfully her face and body were trapped behind that cushion so she didn't
have to commit to either. "Ah... get ready Spinelle." She still remembered the
feeling of him and what he left in her before, so she was ready.
Lawson came in the velvety insides of Spinelli like he knew what he was doing,
using each thrust to squeeze himself dry within her, his chest beating against
the pillow she held, the mix of fear and pleasure on Spinelli's eyes in his
periphery, before there was nothing left. Lawson collapsed to her side, both
laying exhausted, now just catching their breaths. "That... was mighty
satisfyin', Spinelle."
'Glad it was for somebody' She thought, as Spinelli attempted to roll over, but
was caught by the shoulder. She turned to see Lawson reapplying his hat after
losing it in their session. "I wanna do something dirty. So let's do it
somewhere dirty."
Spinelli was confused. "What do you mean?"
"There's still a hole we haven't tried together..." Was he serious? There's
another way to... 'do it'? She was about to lower her head and agree out of
desperation, when she realised she finally had some kind of leverage over him.
"I'll do it Lawson, but only on one condition."
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There was a snap of a pull string light, exposing how unfinished the basement
truly was. Spinelli spotted something off in the corner. It was the makeshift
guest bed that was thrown together for her older brother Joey whenever he
needed a place to stay. Lawson hopped on the bed in a relaxed manner, hands at
the back of his cap. Spinelli had to climb on, which was harder than you think
in a night gown that didn't bend well at the knees.
Wanting to touch Lawson as little as possible, she attempted to take hold of
the bed, and straddle above him that way. Spinelli struggled to climb aboard,
especially when he offered no help. Lawson was getting impatient, deciding to
offer some advice for once. "Alright Spinelle. I want you to squat down like
you do when bases are loaded during some kickball." Spinelli seemed to
understand that at least.
She didn't want to do this... her eyes and head locked forward trying not to
think about ways she could wail on him right this second, but it was the fear
of what an angry Lawson might do to this mysterious hole he requested for that
held her back. Lowering herself now, Spinelli hiked up her dress. He grinned
from ear to ear at the sight of her beautiful brown buns. Lawson's hands
floated near each side of her cheeks, as if directing traffic. "That's it
Spinelle. Real nice and slow." Lawson was stiffer than he'd ever been. That
hole of hers was pinker than the rest of her, and it was winking at him. That
hole of hers squished against his moist head, and Spinelli seemed to rock in
place unable to go further. "Come on Spinelle. Do it." Spinelli could only
think that even if he had forced her, it would only have been marginally worse
than this. Like frenching a toad rather than a frog.
Spinelli grabbed her knees. "I can't Lawson, it feels gross and weird!"
Spinelli sounded like her voice was gonna crack. She was on the edge, but so
was he in getting in that sweet, sweet behind of Spinelli's. Licking the tip of
his thumb, he pressed near the top of her orifice, massaging for a second,
which seemed to be the key to breaching Spinelli's defenses.
She didn't know what hit her.
"Lawson, get it out, get it out!" Her voice only raised enough to where it was
loud for the basement but nonexistent for the rest of the house. He could feel
Spinelli's asshole spasm, first constricting then contracting around his cock
head. It was above and beyond what their first time together felt like... for
him anyway. Saying Spinelli didn't like it was an understatement, yet the sight
of her ring suctioning him like some kind of weird alien was just egging him on
to go deeper. He raised his hips.
Her legs buckled, spearing her atop him. There was a small "eep" caught in her
throat as her eyes hit the back of her head. She couldn't believe that just
happened. Yet it was like a bandaid almost, nowhere near as bad as when you rip
it off. Like a ragdoll, she sat a moment, squeezing his meaty intrusion for a
moment. She felt full but empty down there in her guts. "Hey Spinelli, don't
make me do all the work."
'Bastard' Was all she thought. Placing her hand onto his chest and one beneath
her leg as leverage, she raised her ass, and dropped back down with a slam of
skin to skin contact, then again as the pain subsided. Lawson loved seeing them
two buns o' hers slide up and down his pole. Placing his hands on the both of
them, he noticed the way the frigid basement air scattered bumps across 'em,
adding a nice tactile feel. Lawson did his best to match Spinelli's pace, and
if there was any part of them that agreed with one another, it was their bodies
as they rocked together.
Spinelli kept her moans to herself, as Lawson could never in a million years
find out she was starting to like it, instead choosing to grunt and groan like
she would during any strenuous activity. With her girlhood aching, unlike
before, she found her source of pleasure with her hand planted firmly between
her legs. Spinelli ground her lips up and down her arm with every motion. It
reminded her of the time she fell trying to climb up Old Rusty - catching
herself split legged on one of the bars didn't hurt as much as she thought it
would.
Staring down at their "love connection", his pale cock was greasy, glistening
in the light before being swallowed up again. The hole was hot. Maybe hotter
than the sun. How hot was that? His body was sweating but so was hers. Lawson
was proud of how long he had been holding out, especially on such a tight thing
as this here hole of hers. Maybe he was just getting good at this sex stuff. As
she raised up again, he saw something else there on his cock: Blood. At this
point to Lawson though, it may as well have been cracking champagne on the S.S.
Spinelli.
Actually, he had a much different way of christening Spinelli.
"Spinelli, I'm gonna-" Before he could finish, he was finished. Pulling down
Spinelli, he shot up into her backdoor love chunnel. He felt her tighten her
walls around him as he shot, and it felt like his cock was going to drown in
there as he used her ass as his receptacle. Spinelli felt every bit of his
milky hot discharge, as she collapsed back on top of his chest. He took hold,
putting her hips in place as he gave her his final post orgasm grinds.
The only noise now was both of their heavy inhales/exhales.
As tastefully as he could, he pushed her off. Lawson took his hat and wiped the
sweat from his brow, as he looked down at the wreck of a girl he had made. They
may not have been family, but they certainly had blood ties. "Whew. I had real
fun Spinelle, but it's real late, so I better skidaddle." Lawson's words were
numb to her. It was hard. It was painful. Yet she was happy as she laid there,
feeling Lawson's soupy mess of cum leave her ass drip by drop, knowing that
with this disgusting deed, Lawson would fulfill his end of the bargain:
Gretchen would be safe from him.
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