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Now it should be noted here nurse sex movies, I did not start the rape of Lainie Steward that day, had nothing to do with how it got started ya see, fact is I was not even in the room when it began. From what I can piece together about it all, it started with Lainie, still being all drunk, doing a striptease down to her underwear and rubbing her ass all up and down the laps of some of the stoners trying to give a lap dance and ended up gibing two or three of them blowjobs, all of this was consenting, by the time I wandered in the room, it had gone way beyond that. |
"AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!, TAKE IT OUT!!!!"
Lainie was screaming. She was up on the fucked up old coffee table
in the center of the room with two stoner teen-age boys holding
her legs apart, a punk girl holding her arms and a skinhead boy
pushing a rum bottle into her blond haired pink little pussy.
Here was Lainie Steward, little prick tease princess being raped
with a thick bottle before my eyes. Obviously this had been going
on for awhile, white cum streaked her small tits and caked around
her mouth, streams of it ran past the sides of the bottle as it
fucked its way in. The whole neck was lodged inside her stretched
pink little snatch and the much wider body of the thing was next.
The assembled crowd seemed neither horrified or about to save
the girl, even the other girls in the crowd, of which there were
about 8 or 9 seemed not only to be not inclined to help her, but
in fact were cheering the loudest and shouting the most lewdly
of anyone (It had later been pointed out me that the girls were
none to happy with Lainie shaking her ass at all their boyfriends
and had done more to instigate the gang rape then any of the boys).
The bottle seemed too big to fit inside her, but the skinhead
kept pushing. Lainie screamed, a piercing sound, the muscles in
her neck stood out like cables as the bottle. Lubed by the cum
inside her, stretched her cunt wide enough, tearing her little
pussy open. Lainie lifted her head to see the bottle all but buried
inside her and just kept screaming. This is about when the folk
holding her legs noticed me. Now although I don't own the place,
I do live there and the few bikers that were there, who were mostly
crashed out right then, were friends of mine and would definitely
support me on any course of action I decided to take.