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Megan from the Social Services Center set up the meeting. I met Amy in the rest stop along the abandoned old highway. Megan told me the time and gave me a photo. Megan had also told Amy or I probably would have been dead. When I got to the rest stop Amy was waiting for me, she had a gun. The hate and fear showed in her eyes. Amy said, “That’s far enough cop. Megan said you could help me. No one can help me. I will die, but first I will kill the boys who killed my mother.” I said quietly, “Your mother let the boys kill her so that you could live. Now you want to kill the boys. If you fail, the boys will kill you. If you succeed, the police will catch you and kill you after a trial. Either way the boys win. Do you want the boys to win?” I saw the hate flare in Amy’s eyes. “So I should just accept that the boys killed my mother and skip on down the road?” I told Amy the boys had hurt me pretty bad too. I told her, “They killed my son.” It had the effect I wanted. Amy said, “Then you should understand why I have to do what I have to do.” It took a while but I managed to tell Amy that there were two problems. First, the boys had to die. Second, the hate that Amy felt for all men had to be erased. If the boys died and Amy still hated all men, then the boys at least had a draw. If the boys died and Amy could see that there were men who could help her build a life, then the boys would lose. If you understand the anatomy of hate, you would see why there has to be winning and losing. Hate is stoked by losing while others are winning. Amy then snarled at me that she was still going to kill the boys. I carefully explained to Amy that, if she killed the boys she would lose. I then told her that if I killed the boys I would lose. I finally told Amy that if the boys killed the boys then Amy and I could both win. For the first time since the murder of her mother someone was talking sense to Amy. However, hate is not that easy to overcome. Amy wanted to know how I could get the boys to kill each other. I told Amy that I could not get the boys to kill each other, I was too heavy. I also told Amy that Amy could get at least some of the boys to kill themselves, if she had the courage. Amy snapped at me that she did not need courage. She had watched her mother burn to death and Amy did not care if she died, as long as the boys died. I told Amy that I could show her how to get the boys to kill themselves if she would trust me. It took a while but I finally got Amy to realize that she had to have a base from which to operate and that I had that base. Then I had to convince Amy that she could get the boys to kill themselves if she were willing to risk her own life. Amy was wavering when I told her how the boys would die. Amy and I went back to my place. Amy had to curl up under a blanket in the foot well of the passenger side of my car. The police were searching very hard for Amy and I was a possible contact for Amy. Safely inside my place I got Amy to shower and then eat. Then I got Amy to smoke the marijuana I took from one of the boys. Actually, my description of how I beat the marijuana out of Billy was a key step. When Amy was really stoned she finally got up enough courage to take the next step. Amy finally told me that she would show me what she had. She sneered that it was the only thing that men wanted and once I got it, she could maybe trust me. I gave her my hand and her eyes widened slightly with surprise. I could see the suspicion rise in her eyes and then the realization that the way I was showing her was the best way for her to lower the risk. I politely let her lead the way. We climbed the stairs took up to my bedroom. I stripped and lay on my bed naked. I told Amy that she could see when she had succeeded. Amy was wearing only a robe and she started slowly. She flashed little glimpses of skin as she strutted back and forth for me. Slowly she peeled the robe back to let me see one of her firm young breasts. Then she covered that one and showed me a glimpse of the other one. Then she flashed both tits and started to get into it. She turned her back and flipped up the robe to flash her bare ass. Then she slipped off the robe and held it in front of her waist to give me a full frontal view of her tits. She tried to jiggle them seductively, but she had no real experience and it took a while before it was anything but comical. After she had the jiggle thing working a little bit, she began to flash her pussy for me. The tit jiggling had started to arouse me and the flash of her pussy finally started my cock moving skyward. Amy did a little bit more tease with flashes of her tits and pussy and then threw the robe aside and strutted over to me with a nasty snarl saying that I could now rape her. Amy’s sexy little show and her petite but woman’s body had gotten me hot and I was ready. However, I needed to make sure that Amy was ready. I began to caress Amy while telling her how sexy she was. I then began to lick and suck her breasts with a few small bites here and there. Amy’s acceptance of the price she had to pay for revenge gradually became little gasps of passion. Amy had been living on the run and was undoubtedly horny. As Amy began to respond to my lovemaking, she began to accept her own sexual need and, perhaps to see me as a person rather than the enemy. I began to move my kisses down her body toward her pussy where my gently probing fingers were already busy. Amy began to get a little wet and she told me to put my hard cock in her. I did penetrate her, as I was ready to do, but then withdrew and continued to caress Amy and to move her arousal to a higher level. Amy’s breathing became heavier and she began to tell me to fuck her. I could feel the lube from her pussy, but she was still not really ready. As I kissed her inner thighs Amy began to gently buck her hips and her telling me to fuck her became a request, rather than an order. However, Amy was still controlling the movement of her hips to gentle little thrustings and I knew there was another level left. When the polite little thrustings became hard bucking, I knew Amy was really ready. I slid my hard cock into Amy’s tight young pussy. She was so wet that I was able to get most of the way in on the first thrust. I did not want to go too hard because I did not know how much Amy’s petite body would take without pain. That problem was quickly resolved when Amy continued to buck her hips against my thrusts and we got into a slow but steady, powerful and deep thrusting pattern. Young Amy wanted it even worse than I did. I could feel Amy reaching climax but I was by no means ready. Amy climaxed but we continued fucking as I felt her shudder a little with each stroke. Amy’s body told me that she needed to be possessed and that she would receive as much pleasure as she could as the tempo of our lovemaking increased. I could feel the familiar pattern in myself and I finished with a half dozen powerful strokes and then several more as I shot my cum inside of Amy’s tight young pussy. I rolled off Amy and told her that she was incredible; the best I had ever had. Amy cuddled to me and moaned something that it took me a long while to realize was ‘So good.’ As we began to recover a little, Amy decided to attack my weak point to get more information. She grabbed my limp cock and began to gently squeeze and stroke me as she questioned me. What Amy wanted to know was how I thought of the plan. I told her that the first part of the plan came from the name of a not very popular rock band of a long time ago. The name of the band was ‘Stark Naked And The Car thieves.’ Amy chuckled and continued her stroking of my cock. She then said that she understood that she would get ‘stark naked’ and steal the fancy convertible that belonged to Ronny, the leader of the boys. Amy also told me that she would freeze her butt off. I was not yet ready again, so I continued my explanation. I explained that the Indians who lived in Tierra del Feugo at the far south end of South America lived in a cold and windy world. It rained almost constantly and the Indians did not have any clothes that would keep them warm and dry. Thus, the Indians went naked and rubbed their bodies with grease to keep them warm. I explained that I had obtained some silicon based grease that would keep Amy from freezing while she drove Ronny’s convertible, top down, out to the bog down the old highway. Amy said that she could steal the convertible. She could roar naked past the boys as they went from the parking lot to the club. They would chase her in another car. Then what? I told her that she could easily outrun anything the boys had with the big engine convertible. Amy would then drive to the rest stop on the old highway near the bog. Then to piss the boys off, she would bash in the side of the convertible by bad driving as she turned into the old rest stop. Then she would drive down to where the spike strip would blow out the tires of the convertible. Amy would coast the convertible to a stop and then get out. Naked Amy would then run across the little path of land that led into the bog. The angry boys, after their tires blew out, would chase naked Amy. Amy stopped me at that point. She asked me how it was going to help anything if naked Amy stole a car, smashed it, and then ran across a strip of land. I told Amy that it was not land. The strip was actually driftwood and vegetation that collected in the spot due to currents or whatever. The strip was strong enough to support a very light person such as petite Amy, but not a large man such as myself. Amy said that she thought she saw, but what happened after the boys chased her across the strip? I said that the boys would not chase her across the strip. The park rangers needed to go out to a small island from time to time. They had found that a light person could kind of skim across the strip. However, the passing disturbed the strip to the point that it took several hours before the strip had settled enough to again support passage. Amy brightened a bit. She then said that the boys would chase after ‘my naked body’ and fall in the bog. Then they would . . . Amy stopped and thought for a few seconds, then said that it was freezing cold out there in the water. So they drag themselves out of the water and drive . . . Amy again stopped and then continued. She said, that the boys could not drive back home because their car had blown tires. She then proceeded cautiously to conclude that, since the boys could not drive and no one could hear them way out there and they were wet that the boys would freeze to death. I said, “Game, set and match!” Amy thought this over and asked if I had thought the whole thing up myself. I told Amy that I had and that the one thing that she had probably miscalculated was that it was very unlikely that any of the boys would survive the bog. The wimp who owned the car would almost certainly die in the bog and no one else would have keys to even start the car and run the heater. Amy thought about the matter and ask what would happen if one of the boys did manage to get across the strip? I told Amy that she would run down the island a little way and find a rope attached to a tall tree. She would swing across to another island and run a short way down to where Megan would be waiting with a boat and a jogging suit. Amy could wear the jogging suit over the grease. Megan would take her over to where the car she had stolen from Ronny’s dad would be waiting. Amy would drive the car to the edge of the big city and use the bus system to get to her final destination. Amy thought the whole matter over. She told me that she thought she could run across the strip. I told her that the park rangers did that every summer. Since Amy would do it in freezing winter she would have to be very careful. Amy said that she would then need to swing ‘like Tarzan of the monkeys’ to the second island but why couldn’t the boys follow her if they got that far. I pointed out that the rope was not heavy enough to swing back and that it would stop at the midpoint of its swing once Amy released it. Amy thought some more and then said, “I don’t ever want to get you mad at me.” I told Amy that I was very unlikely to get mad at her for a variety of reasons including the fact that she was the key player in my revenge as well. Amy told me that the revenge thing was a good point but that she wanted to make damn sure I was concerned about her. I asked how she could do that. Amy had continued to stroke my cock as we talked. By now I had a semi-erection. Amy’s mouth took care of the semi part. I then put Amy’s legs over my shoulders and fucked her with slow, deep strokes. Amy had to trust me and thus she abandoned herself completely to me. She not only made no resistance, she used her internal muscles to the max. When we ran up the hill to fall off the cliff, we did it together and the climax was so shattering that we fell asleep afterward. It took a couple of weeks to set everything up. While we waited and worked, Amy took every opportunity to seduce me that she could. She would strut around the house in little nighties and such and strip for me. I am a 45-year-old man. I cannot get it up every 15 minutes like an 18-year-old boy. However, I must have come damn close! We fucked in every position imaginable, although Amy did a lot of on top, claiming it built up her stamina for the run she would have to make. I got very used to Amy’s tight young pussy. After we got used to each other, I could get my full length in the first few strokes and the friction created by her internal muscles was sheer heaven! Amy was always ready because, she claimed, that she wanted me to be sure how good it was going to be when we got together again. I was shooting my cum in Amy’s pussy two, three or even more times a day. If I could not get it up by myself, Amy would use her mouth to get me ready. If I had fucked at that pace for much longer, I am sure it would have killed me. But what a way to go! The actual car theft, chase and escape went just as I had planned. The police found Ronny’s damaged convertible by the bog. The chase car was also there, with four flat tires. Amy had made a successful trip across the strip and then the rope swing. Amy told Megan that Amy had managed to hold on to the rope when she swung across, so that there was no way that the boys could follow. The police roared up to my place after they found the boys. I was sleeping and it was obvious I had been sleeping. I had also made some late night telephone calls from my house. The police went away. From the police report, two lucky boys drowned quickly and Ronny died of hypothermia. Four down and two to go. Now, I had more work to do. |
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