Natural Born Killers ( Bella & Rick957)
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				Title: <strong>Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:24:50</strong>
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				<strong>Diary exerpt from Mallory Daniels- dated July 12th:</strong><br><br><em>I met the greatest guy tonight!! He's the delivery guy from Sal's Market , he delivered some groceries for "the parents" and while they were preoccupied in the kitchen, we talked for a while out front by his car. (which is a red 1969 Camaro!!! Wow!) He offered to take me for a ride, but I knew that "the parents" would freak so he asked me out for tomorrow night instead. And of course, I said Yes!! He's soo good looking and he even has his own apartment that he rents above Sal's! Oops, gotta go "the parents" are calling.....be back later.</em><br><br><strong>midnight- July13th:</strong><br><br><em>I HATE THEM! Now I have a black eye because of that bastard who claims to be my father- how am I supposed to go on a date with Mick tomorrow like this..? And that bitch of a mother did NOTHING to stop him either. She's so pathetic. She just sat curled up in a corner while the son of a bitch bashed my face into the corner of the television for leaving it on when I left the room! The bruises on my neck from when he tried to choke me to death last week are just now going away, and now THIS! God! I wish they were dead! <br>I'm NOT going to miss this date - no way! I'll just have to cover it up the best I can and hope wherever we go is dark! He's supposed to pick me up tomorrow after work- hopefully "the parents" will be passed out by then, which considering the fact that they usually start drinking at around noon, is very likely.<br>Well, thats all for now, I'm tired and my face hurts like hell!</em><br><br><br>Mallory put the leather bound diary beneath her pillow and turned out the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. She took deep inhalations and exhaled slowly as she tried to calm the fury she felt building inside her mind. It had become much harder to do lately. Roy Daniels, her sorry excuse for a father, had become increasingly violent towards her and her mother Rose since he lost his job a year ago. He had always abused her both physically and emotionally her entire 18 years of life while her mother got the physical and sexual abuse for even longer than that. Yet even now, that it had become ten times worse, her weak assed mother still refused to leave the scum!<br><br>She took a few more calming breaths and turned over to her back as she stared at the paint chipped ceiling and waited for the rage to simmer down so that sleep could take her and she could dream of how she might one day escape her living Hell. <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 19:28:33</strong>
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				<em>Mickey Sewell</em><br>http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:3179863869_afd38369cb.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:3179863869_afd38369cb.jpg)<br><br>Fat Sal's skull popped open under the butt of my shotgun with a wheezy little fart-noise, like it was full of hot air just waiting to get out.&nbsp; I hit him four more times hoping for another fart but all I got was more blood and brain stuff on my socks.&nbsp; <br><br>He shoulda known not to threaten me like that.&nbsp; It was the first time he'd said anything about calling the pigs, and that was what set me off.&nbsp; I knew the pigs would spell the end of my journey before I'd hardly gotten started, and I figured if god really wanted me to get to Miami, he wouldn't mind me stepping over Sal to get there.&nbsp; <br><br>I thought I had a pretty good deal going with fat Sal, he'd rented me the room above his grocery and offered me a little cash for doing deliveries now and then.&nbsp; I was only too happy getting paid to drive around in my baby, my cherry-red '69 Camaro with the silver rims.&nbsp; I'd sorta "inherited" it from Pa when he'd passed away all sudden-like last month.<br><br>The pay from Sal hardly covered my food and alcohol expenses, but I wasn't too worried about it.&nbsp; All I wanted was to save up enough for gas, food, liquor, and maybe some weed or pills, just enough to get down to Miami.&nbsp; I wasn't sure what was gonna happen once I got there ... All I knew was I'd been hearin' the ocean call out to me at night since I was little ... moanin' out my name, like a pretty girl gettin' ready to cum.&nbsp; And now that I'd got loose from the old man, there wasn't nothin' gonna keep me from her.<br><br>Ever since I'd gotten out from under Pa and set off to find my fortune here in Birmingham, it seemed like everything I needed just fell into my lap ... like god himself was looking out for me and leading me to carry out his plan.&nbsp; How else could you explain the car, the job, the apartment ... even that sweet piece of ass I met in Fishersville last night.&nbsp; <br><br>I'd been in bed, picturing how that little blonde would look suckin' my dick in the back seat of the Cam, when Sal had used his key and busted in on me all pissed off -- why didn't I sweep the back room like he asked, where the hell was the supplies he said to pick up yesterday, what kind of mess was I making in his loft? ... Since I started last month, I'd gotten used to Sal bitchin' and whinin' at me -- just like my old man used to, before I shut his ass up for good -- but this time he said something about calling the cops, getting me evicted.&nbsp; I knew the pigs had to be on the lookout for me, by now somebody had to have smelled the stink coming out of Pa's trailer where I left him.&nbsp; Sal was screamin' up a storm when he looked behind the apartment door and saw my shotgun leaning there, next to the baseball bat I'd used on Pa, still red a little.&nbsp; Soon as he saw that, Sal got real quiet all of a sudden, and I knew my time in Birmingham was up.<br><br>All things considered, the timing wasn't so bad.&nbsp; I had time before my sweet little date to lock up the market, force open the safe and pocket yesterday's receipts for my trip ... enough to get me all the way to Miami, depending on how much I spent on booze and drugs on the way.&nbsp; I even found some nice-smelling cologne and a fresh bouquet of flowers in a vase back in Sal's office, to help me out on my date.&nbsp; <br><br>Yeah, I swear the man upstairs was looking out for me, like he'd left me these little gifts to point the way on the mission he had for me.&nbsp; And it seemed to me the next pointer was aiming straight at the pants of one Miss Mallory Daniels.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:14:40</strong>
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				<strong>Diary Entry dated July 13th:</strong><br><br><em>Well, I've covered up the purple, blue and black around my eye as best as I could- Mickey should be here anytime now! The parents are successfully inebreiated at this point and I can only hope that if they aren't already passed out cold- they will be soon. I'm so excited I can hardly wait!! </em><br><br>Mallory checked her appearance once more in the mirror and despite the bruise which looked like a discolored target with her blue eye at the center, she looked pretty damn good- if she did say so herself. Her golden blond hair fell in waves well past her slim shoulders and ended at the middle of her back. She glanced at her size D breasts which perfectly suited her curvy 5'6" frame, and the black silky shirt she wore accentuated her cleavage nicely. The short denim skirt she wore- along with the black thigh high boots, showed off her toned legs as well as her shapely ass. With a quick swipe of her favorite clear, strawberry flavored lip gloss across her plump lips, she deemed herself ready. <br><br>As Mallory headed for the living room, she heard her father's annoying, baritone voice and cringed, "What the hell do you want with her, boy?" She froze and realized he must be talking to Mickey, <em>Oh my god!</em> <br>" She's not going anywhere, except maybe to Hell, where all dirty whores go.." his foul, drunken laughter filled her ears and without thinking she turned and ran back to her room, tears falling from her eyes. <br><br>&nbsp; As she closed her bedroom door and locked it, she heard the echo from the front door slam followed by more drunken ranting and raving. She went to her bedroom window where she could see Mickey slowly walking back to his beautiful car, shaking his head. Fury crept up inside her and this time, she had no desire to tamp it down. Instead, she let it fuel her actions and her resolve. <em>No! The bastard would not ruin this for her!</em><br><br>&nbsp; With quick movements she raised her window with trembling hands and whistled loud enough to get Mickey's attention. Her heart skipped a beat when he turned and saw her and headed away from his car towards her.<em> God! He was gorgeous!</em> He looked like an avenging angel stalking towards her with determination written across his face, she thought to herself as she anxiously waited for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 23:54:39</strong>
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				Mickey had a personal crisis of faith about halfway between the Daniels' front door and his Camaro.&nbsp; He'd felt certain that little blonde was part of the big plan ... that she was gonna fill that hole inside him that opened up every night and made him crazy, made him want to hurt himself.&nbsp; She had that silky skin and her tongue had tasted like strawberries at the start of summer.&nbsp; <br><br>But now her fat fuck of a father had got in the way and made it sound like she didn't want to be with him after all.&nbsp; Another old fuck who thought a few gray hairs meant he could push everybody else around.&nbsp; Mickey thought he could take him if he had to, but he wasn't even sure if the girl was meant for him.&nbsp; Inside he had tried to peek up the stairwell and catch a glimpse of her, but she hadn't shown her face even once while he was down there getting yelled at by her paw.&nbsp; <br><br>Mickey couldn't understand why god would take him this far and set his sights on such an unforgettable beauty, only to turn around and knock him back down, rub his face in that night-aching loneliness again.&nbsp; The dexedrine he'd scored off that downtown kid on the way over was making a noise in his ears like a jet engine about to take off.<br><br>But then that dull roar turned to sweet-sounding music in his head, like a chorus of golden trumpets.&nbsp; He heard a whistle from someplace up above, and turned around, and there she was -- his sweet angel beckoning from on high; his own holy virgin to worship, with a crevice of tanned cleavage he couldn't wait to bury his face in.&nbsp; Her lips were moving and though he couldn't make out what she was saying, he recognized the little sag in her brow and the hollows under her eyes.&nbsp; He'd seen that look before, on his own face in the mirror.&nbsp; It was the look of someone that needed to escape, someone that needed rescued.<br><br>He was heading back to the Daniels' doorstep with his sense of faith restored when he made out the blemish around her upper cheek and eyebrow, like someone had made a mess out of her mascara.&nbsp; Except it wasn't just mascara.&nbsp; <br><br>Someone had struck his angel right across the face and left her with a wound for all to see.&nbsp; Mickey stared at that bruise and swallowed the bitter saliva at the back of his throat, and a cold sweat broke out in his palms.&nbsp; He still couldn't quite hear her voice but he knew what she was asking him to do, what she <em>needed </em>him to do for her sake.&nbsp; He turned back around and got the shotgun outta the trunk of the Cam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 19:59:13</strong>
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				<strong> Diary entry- same day 7/13:</strong> <br><br><br>&nbsp; <em> Oh Mercy! I will never forget the look on Mickey's face or the change in his demeanor after he got a good look at my bruised and battered face.&nbsp; He totally took my breath away!&nbsp; Then, he did the most amazing thing!&nbsp; He went to his car and pulled out a shotgun!&nbsp; All for ME! Finally, someone brave enough to face down Roy Daniels and bring him to heel like the rabid dog he is!&nbsp; Nobody, had EVER stuck up for me like he was hell bent on doing and I swear it was at that moment I knew that we were meant to be together forever.&nbsp; Like real life Soul Mates!</em> <br><br><br>&nbsp; Mallory gasped in obvious delight as a smile that lit up the night spread across her face as she watched Mickey stalk up the cracked and uneven front steps towards her front door, shotgun in hand.&nbsp; She quickly left her perch at the window and raced down the stairs in hopes of reaching the front door before her father.&nbsp; She <em>almost</em> made it.<br><br>&nbsp; A big, beefy scar covered arm blocked her from opening the door, &nbsp;" Where in the FUCKING HELL do you think you're going, Bitch?!" Mallory silently took a step backwards and then another before she turned her head to look at her mother in her ratty, 15 year old housecoat and threadbare slippers as she sat on the couch and stared at her lap as she took a drag off her red butted Marlboro.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Pain suddenly exploded in her head as her father's fist made contact with the side of her already bruised face.&nbsp; She screamed as she was knocked across the room and landed with a loud crash against the glass coffee table which shattered upon impact.&nbsp; &nbsp;"<em> I said ...where in the FUCK do you think you're going?"</em> her father screamed at her while spittle flew in a wild spray from his mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 00:14:08</strong>
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				The old man's first mistake was not locking that door up tight as soon as Mickey had walked out.&nbsp; His second, and last, mistake was turning his back to the doorway so he could beat on his daughter.&nbsp; <br><br>Mickey rested the end of the shotgun barrel on the little shelf of fat right under the base of the old man's skull.&nbsp; The shell blew out both his lips, most of his teeth, and some of his chin as it exited through his mouth, spraying spinal tissue and blood all over the living room.&nbsp; A large dog sent a series of thundering barks from a room somewhere in the back of the house.&nbsp; Bits of her father were dripping off Mallory's skin and clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>Gomer Pyle was blaring on the TV and pretty much summed it all up:&nbsp; "SHAZAM!!!"<br><br>Maw blew Mickey a faceful of second-hand and almost earned herself the second shell, but he held back in case Mallory had a fondness for her.&nbsp; Instead he blew the rest of paw's skull through the floor of the living room and then leaned down to give Mallory a hand up from where she was lying.&nbsp; He pulled a clean handkerchief out of his jeans pocket and wiped a little of the gore off her face.&nbsp; Bruised and bloody and all, she still looked beautiful, but the side of her face was already starting to swell back up.<br><br>Maw began screaming and tried to stand up, but Mickey just shoved her right back down on the couch, knocking the breath out of her and inducing a coughing fit.&nbsp; "Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!" he ordered, while delicately leading Mallory to a nearby chair.&nbsp; Mickey started rifling through cabinets and drawers, looking for cash and valuables.&nbsp; He found an empty paper bag to fill with the spoils of the old man's liquor cabinet.&nbsp; The TV continued to blare over the soft, continuous whimpering coming from the old woman.&nbsp; She had never been a very religious type but it sounded like she was muttering a prayer.<br><br>"We got to go, angel," Mickey said to his girl.&nbsp; "You got plenty o' neighbors heard them shots.&nbsp; We got to do something with your maw and get the fuck out of here, now.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're coming with me.&nbsp; I told you I was coming for you, and here I am.&nbsp; And ain't nobody ever gonna hurt you like that no more, now that I'm around."&nbsp; He brushed his fingers tenderly down the side of Mallory's face, and then fed two more shells into the shotgun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 08:14:25</strong>
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				<em> Today will definately go down as THE best day of my life-so far, and it's all thanks to Mickey.&nbsp; He is the most amazing, most beautiful, bravest man I have ever known! Oh, it was definately a sight to see,&nbsp; the way he stormed in and took charge and blew Roy's head to bits and pieces! BAM! And then he did the most romantic thing!&nbsp; He took out his hankerchief and wiped the blood and guts from Roy's head off of me!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Rose, the stupid, stupid woman could have escaped Roy's fate but no, she messed up there at the end and no way was I going to let her ruin my chance at a fresh start with Mickey....No damn way!&nbsp; If you ask me though, she got off pretty easy....</em> <br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "You're coming with me.&nbsp; I told you I was coming for you, and here I am.&nbsp; And ain't nobody ever gonna hurt you like that no more, now that I'm around." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Mallory's blue eyes filled with tears of happiness as she launched herself into Mickey's arms.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh Mickey, you're my Hero!!" Regardless of the fact that she wore a skirt, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her firmly by her ass.&nbsp; She elatedly spread quick, frantic kisses all over his slightly stubbled face and almost forgot their need to hurry out of there.&nbsp; The sound of her mother's snicker from the couch, however, recaptured her attention.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Anger and repressed rage that had built up over the past 18 years came forth inside Mallory with such intensity that she practically shook with it.&nbsp; In a deceptively calm manner, Mallory slid down from his hold and turned her hate filled eyes to the woman who, as her mother, should have protected her from her father who so mercilessly abused and tormented her, &nbsp;" Leave it to you, <em>Rose</em>, to ruin such a happy, romantic moment for me" her hands began to itch with the need to wipe the smirk off the bitch's pathetic face. She took a step in her direction which wasn't more then a couple feet at most,&nbsp; but suddenly stopped as a better idea sprang to life in her mind.&nbsp; She pivoted around to face Mickey, &nbsp;"Is that thing hard to shoot?" she asked as she eyed the loaded shotgun in his hand.&nbsp; It seemed only fitting now,&nbsp; that Rose joined her sadistic husband in hell and that she be the one to send her there...&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 12:20:23</strong>
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				Mickey knew the kick from his shotgun would send a little thing like Mallory flying halfway across the room, but he wasn't about to pass up the chance to see her handle his giant weapon.&nbsp; Just the thought of her delicate little hands on that blazing instrument of death got his dick hard.<br><br>(He had a good head on his shoulders, too, when it came to crime ... So far, she was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman and more, but being so wild also meant she might be a little hard to control down the road.&nbsp; He was too love-struck to think about it much at the time, but he knew it wasn't a bad idea for her to have some blood on her hands, too.&nbsp; It'd make her think twice about doing something stupid like turning him in or testifying against him.)<br><br>Mickey wrapped his muscly arms around Mal's to support her while she aimed the shotgun right at her maw's sniveling face.&nbsp; She started blubbering and weeping and begging for her life so pathetic-like that even Mickey felt a little funny about blowing her face wide open, so just at the last second he tipped the barrel down a little ways, so that it hit her more in the chest than head.&nbsp; <br><br>She was such a frail little thing that her head damn near came off anyway, but by then Mickey had stopped caring:&nbsp; the recoil from the shot had thrown Mallory's whole body back into his, hard.&nbsp; The roar of the blast and the feeling of her supple flesh slamming into him made him want to throw her down right there and fuck the shit out of her, even with her parents' corpses not five feet away.&nbsp; <br><br>The distant wail of sirens chased off his sudden hormonal urges, however, and he contented himself with putting his tongue as far down Mal's throat as he could while carrying her in his arms out to the Cam.&nbsp; <br><br>He threw the liquor in the back seat and his baby-girl in the front and tore out of there like a bat outta hell, leaving the pigs nothing but a cloud of dust and a roomful of bodies to clean up.&nbsp; He popped in his favorite Guns N Roses cassette, and it was still screaming from the speakers when they tore across the border into Georgia.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 22:54:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em> Oh My God!&nbsp; I'll never forget the feeling that flowed through me as Mickey helped me with that big 'ol shotgun of his and position it straight at Rose's face!&nbsp; And as God as my witness, if anyone EVER tried to say that my Mickey doesn't have a kind heart in that broad chest of his,(although he probably tries to hide it from everybody)&nbsp; I'll swear they lie because I was there when he lowered the barrel away from her begging, pleading face to her heartless chest instead.&nbsp; Now if that ain't showing mercy, I don't know what is! But it was me who pulled that trigger and- WHOA!- what a rush!</em>&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; Mallory rested her head against his shoulder as he drove them further and further away from her past. It was strange, she thought, as her mind wandered through the events of the night, that she felt not a single ounce of remorse over what they had done.<em> Nope, not a bit...</em> "the parents" got what they deserved and she would forever be indebted to Mickey<em>, her hero,</em> for saving her. <br><br>&nbsp; Mallory closed her eyes as the wind blew through the cars open windows and the steady hum of the powerful engine soothed her body and soul. She turned her head into his chest and snuggled closer, while her hand gently caressed his jean covered thigh. She thought about the kiss they shared earlier and how badly she wanted to do it again. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd enjoyed it as well..?&nbsp; She didn't have much experience and didn't think going to 2nd base with Bobby Hargrove behind the school bleachers last year <em>really</em> counted all that much- besides Bobby was an immature <em>boy</em>, Mickey's a <em>Man!</em>&nbsp; And if so, would he want to kiss her again..?<em> God! She hoped so!</em>&nbsp; As a matter of fact, the way her body had reacted to him, the way he made her feel....had her wanting to do a whole lot more than just kissing.....<br><br>&nbsp; The thoughts made her blush and so she tried to focus on the music instead as <em>Welcome to the jungle</em> reverberated through the speakers.&nbsp; And it started to work too,&nbsp; as she tapped her fingers along with the beat against his leg.&nbsp; At the end of side A of the tape, in the interim silence before he switched it to side B, she sat up and looked at him with a dreamy look on her face and a question on her mind, &nbsp;" Mickey? Where exactly are we goin'?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 16:16:45</strong>
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				The way Mal was cuddled up next to Mickey in the driver's seat, every time he looked down he got a perfect shot of the tanned cleavage down the front of her black shirt.&nbsp; From sitting in the same spot for over an hour, her jean skirt had ridden up far enough to flash a little white panty now and then, too.&nbsp; Below the denim, another ripe expanse of golden flesh extended from the bottom of the skirt to the top of her thigh boots.&nbsp; Wind from the half-open window sent wisps of blonde into his face now and then, giving him whiffs of her shampoo or perfume or something, real sweet and girly-scented.<br><br>All that tasty teenage hotness made him want to pull over real bad, but he knew he had to put as much distance as possible between them and Birmingham while it was still dark.&nbsp; News of the Alabama murders was still fresh and might not have gotten to all the Georgia pigs just yet.<br><em><br>"Mickey? Where exactly are we goin'?"&nbsp; </em><br><br>He popped the tape out of the stereo and turned the volume down so they could talk.&nbsp; The radio came on automatically and happened to catch an oldies station, sending the soft strains of a Motown girl group into the air under the sound of Mickey's voice.<br><br>"You ever been to the ocean, baby girl? ... 23 years and my cheap fuckin' bastard of an old man never once took us to the beach, or Disney World, or nothin'.&nbsp; <br><br>"All my life I've had this dream about getting down to Miami, for some reason, like I hear this sweet voice callin' out to me -- real pretty and feminine-like -- kinda like your voice, baby."&nbsp; He shot her an approving grin.&nbsp; A scavenger bird sent a plaintive cry down to the highway from somewhere up above them in the clear night sky.<br><br>"I ain't figured what I'm gonna find when I get there, but I done burned all my bridges behind me, so I figure now's about the time to go.&nbsp; That is -- 'long as you'll be with me, baby girl," he finished, the tone of his voice rising slightly at the end, almost like he was checking to make sure she'd come with him, and hopin' with all his might that the answer was yes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:53:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; <em> I am so excited!&nbsp; My life has finally begun and it's all because of Mickey!&nbsp; We're going to have big adventures, travel to new and exciting places and most importantly do WHAT we want, WHEN we want and there <del>ain't</del> ISN'T anything anyone can do to stop us!&nbsp; And Mickey is gonna take such good care of me too, he even called me his BABY GIRL!!&nbsp; He's so sweet and romantic like that- my Mickey!&nbsp; Life sure has a funny way of surprising you just when you think things are so horrible that you can't stand it anymore, *SuRpRiSe*,&nbsp; it up and changes and suddenly it's better than what you see in the movies!!</em> <br><br><br>&nbsp; A squeel of utter delight preceeded Mallory's sudden bear hug and frenzied kisses upon him, &nbsp;" Oh Mickey!! Do you mean it? THE ocean!? Really??" She was so excited that she was completely oblivious to the fact that he was driving and could have very easily caused him to wreck.&nbsp; &nbsp;" And you really, TRULY want ME to be there with you, Mickey?" She asked the question hesitantly, as if she feared it was just another one of those " too good to be true" deals her father had always bitched about.&nbsp; Not to mention the fact that her self-esteem was pretty non-existant thanks to the bastard,&nbsp; who never got tired of telling her how worthless and stupid she was and that no man would ever want her for anything other than fucking her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Mallory quickly pushed all such thoughts away as she focused every ounce of energy and attention on Mickey now.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was practically sitting in his lap,&nbsp; her legs straddled his in the tight space between his warm body and the steering wheel.&nbsp; She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her head with all her free flowing hair tilted to the side as she rested her head on his shoulder.&nbsp; She felt him adjust the seat as he moved it backwards to accomodate her while at the same time he slowed the Camaro down to a near stop.&nbsp; When she lifted her head and glanced out the lightly tinted front windshield, she realized they were pulling into a gas station.&nbsp; The bright, neon yellow and green lights that lit up the small lot cast a reflective glare into the car's interior as he pulled up to one of the four unoccupied pumps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 01:53:31</strong>
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				<em>"And you really, TRULY want ME to be there with you, Mickey?"</em><br><br>"You better believe it, sweetheart.&nbsp; You and I are goin' everywhere together from now on.&nbsp; What is it they say? ... 'The world is our <em>oyster</em>,' baby girl!&nbsp; Mickey and Mallory, <em>forever</em>!"<br><br>All that crawling all over him that she was doing finally got to be too much, so he decided to do something about it.&nbsp; He needed gas and smokes anyway.<br><br>Once they rolled to a stop at the gas station, he popped the trunk and fished around until he located his trusty Bowie knife, which was about the only good thing he'd ever gotten from his old man.&nbsp; He asked Mallory to wait with the pump and gave her another sloppy kiss and a quick tit-grope before he headed into the little mini-mart, noting that the sole employee's car was the only other one in the vicinity.<br><br>Mickey helped himself to an oversized "Big Gulp" of soda and requested a carton of Winston Lights from the cashier, a Korean or Vietnamese kid or something, probably about Mal's age.&nbsp; The kid turned his back to the counter to dig around the shelves for the Winstons, and Mickey took the opportunity to whip the knife out from behind his back and sink it into the kid's liver.&nbsp; <br><br>That little boy started screaming and groping for the alarm button under the counter, but by then Mickey had vaulted over it and gotten ahold of the kid's hair.&nbsp; He slit his throat to stop all that hollerin' and then opened his jugular to put him out of his misery a little faster.&nbsp; <br><br>The kid had spurted blood all over the Winstons, which kind of pissed Mickey off, but he made up for it when Mickey discovered he'd left the little safe in back unlocked.&nbsp; Mickey filled a paper bag with smokes, candy bars and other junk food, and a couple hundred dollars in cash, and headed for the bathrooms.&nbsp; Once he got his hands and knife washed off, he strolled back out to the Cam with the groceries, acting like he'd simply bought them, and tossed them in the back seat.&nbsp; <br><br>Mal was waiting by the car as if she hadn't seen anything, wiggling her shapely behind in time with the country song coming from the outdoor speakers.&nbsp; He got one more flash of those panties under that little denim skirt, and then he threw an arm around her shoulder and walked her back into the store, heading for the ladies' room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 07:34:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; <em> I've decided that soon, VERY soon I'll be giving Mickey, my hero, my love- the gift of my virginity!&nbsp; It's the very least I can do after all he's done for me!&nbsp; Besides...I LOVE HIM!!&nbsp; And I will take care of him and make him the happiest man on the earth- no matter WHAT I have to do!&nbsp; I'm convinced that it was fate, destiny, karma, and whatever else it's called that me and Mickey found each other to live out our lives together- Forever!!</em><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mallory bounced her hips along to the beat of some country western song outside of the gas station while she waited for Mickey to return.&nbsp; She wasn't sure where it was they were but wherever it was it sure was deserted at this time of night.&nbsp; She was starting to get a little spooked being out there alone without Mickey when all of a sudden there he was, as if her wanting him there made it happen.&nbsp; &nbsp; " There you are!" she cooed sweetly as he wrapped one of his strong arms around her shoulders and led her towards the store.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I missed you!" she said as she looked up at him with adoration shining in her blue eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Mickey held the door open for her and she walked in with him right behind her.&nbsp; The first and most noticeable thing that had her cringing and lifting her hands to cover her ears was the extremely loud and high pitched crying coming from a small Asian woman behind the counter.&nbsp; She was hysterical as she pointed at something on the floor beside her- until she noticed their entrance which got the woman even more worked up.&nbsp; &nbsp;" What is <em>wrong</em> with her?"&nbsp; Mallory practically had to yell in order for Mickey to hear her over the uncontrollable screams. <br><br>&nbsp; Finally, unable to take the noise another second, Mallory screamed at the woman, &nbsp;" God! Would you SHUT UP already??"&nbsp; However, that didn't&nbsp; do anything except provoke the crazed woman into another round of fast talking, foreign gibberish that seriously tempted Mallory into beating her into permanant silence.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 14:55:29</strong>
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				"Well, son of a bitch, what hole did you crawl out of?!" Mickey demanded from the distraught older woman.&nbsp; "Baby girl, would you excuse me for a minute?&nbsp; We obviously ain't gettin' a moment's peace unless we do somethin' about grandma first."&nbsp; <br><br>Mickey sat on the cashier's counter and swung his legs over, landing unintentionally square on the dead Asian kid's stomach, which just squished out even more of his blood onto the floor.&nbsp; You wouldn't of thought it was possible, but grandma somehow managed to get even louder and higher-pitched then, until Mickey located a tape gun underneath the counter.&nbsp; He gave her about three layers over her mouth and six apiece on her wrists and ankles, and left her lying in the floor in a pool of gore from her grandson or nephew or whatever he was.&nbsp; She kept making this pitiful moaning noise in between really loud breathing through her nose, but it was quiet enough that they wouldn't hear it where they were headed.<br><br>They got to the door of the ladies' room, which Mickey figured was probably the cleanest private spot in the building, when he remembered the back office where that safe was; so he spun Mallory right around and headed thataway instead.&nbsp; They sort of danced their way back through the store to the sounds of the country song that was still playing from the ceiling.&nbsp; In between spinning Mal around some and dipping her once, Mickey grabbed a foam seat cushion for her and a plastic rose that he held between his teeth.<br><br>The small office had a wooden desk that was big enough for Mal to lie back on.&nbsp; Still kinda shimmying around with her, Mickey cleared all the files and office supplies and such off onto the floor with one big sweep of his arm.&nbsp; Then he set the cushion down and set his girl on top of it, so her butt at least would have something soft under it.<br><br>Then all on a sudden he quit dancing and got kind of serious, realizing Mal was a good bit younger than he was and didn't seem like she'd been around a whole lot, just from the things she said and the shy sort of way she kissed.&nbsp; But on the other hand, he sure didn't want to wear a condom if he didn't have to, so he decided to get up the nerve to just ask.<br><br>"Mallory -- sweetheart -- I got to ask you a question."&nbsp; Suddenly his voice got all gentle like a little boy's, and it almost seemed like he was going to blush or something.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you ... do you take the pill, Mallory?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 22:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Baby girl, would you excuse me for a minute?&nbsp; We obviously ain't gettin' a moment's peace unless we do somethin' about grandma first." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp;Mallory smiled and felt the familiar tingle spread through her body like wildfire whenever he called her his "Baby girl".&nbsp; She turned and strolled down one of the few isles of the convience store/gas station that held various items such as aspirin, band aids, soaps and small travel size shampoos and conditioners as well as the usual array of candy bars, bubble gum and candy.&nbsp; She pocketed a few packs of her favorite strawberry flavored gum and grabbed a handful of candy bars as well&nbsp; before she came across the aisle that held the condoms and "sensual lubricants".&nbsp; There were several different brands of condoms to choose from as well as textures and sizes- from small to extra large to smooth or "double ribbed".&nbsp; She blushed hotly at the thought of the size her Mickey would wear and had a feeling it would be the extra large for sure.&nbsp; However, they wouldn't be needing condoms, of any size,&nbsp; since she was on the pill.&nbsp; Her doctor had put her on it last year in order to help with her irregular and very painful periods, unfortunately it also gave her ignorant father "proof" that she was indeed the whore he accused her of being.&nbsp; <em> Nobody, who ain't a slutty whore,&nbsp; goes on them damn birth control pills- I don't care what other reason you make up for it!</em> The echo of his cruel voice played through her memories and made her cringe.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Mickey, as he was so good at doing, saved her from reliving the nightmare thoughts from her past by sweeping her into his arms then as if they hadn't a care in the world.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Mickey!" she exclaimed in a gush of happy emotions.&nbsp; He twirled and swung her around to the melodic twang of a country song,&nbsp; that told of a man losing everything in his life including his dog,&nbsp; as if they were on a dance floor while he led her towards the back. She giggled when he smiled at her with a plastic rose between his teeth as her heart became his just a little bit more.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Once they got to what she assumed was someones office, Mickey cleared the top of the older wood desk that sat in the middle of the small room and set her on a cushion he'd placed ontop of it.&nbsp; All playfulness faded away and was replaced with an air of heady desire as they stared at each other,&nbsp; silently for a few minutes.&nbsp; Mallory could feel her heart beating hard against her ribcage in nervous anticipation for what was to come and yet she felt no fear.&nbsp; Not from Mickey... because she knew without a doubt that he'd always take care of her- just as she'd always take care of him.&nbsp; He swallowed and she watched his adams apple rise and fall with the action and she suddenly wanted to put her mouth to his throat and lick him there. But he <em>was</em> the more experienced one in situations like this, so she waited for his lead.&nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mallory -- sweetheart -- I got to ask you a question.Are you ... do you take the pill, Mallory?""</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>&nbsp; After he spoke, he swallowed again and damnit, this time she couldn't resist.&nbsp; So, as if in a trance- with her eyes heavy lidded with desire and passion,&nbsp; she leaned in towards his throat and right before her pink, hungry lips made contact with his skin, she whispered loud enough for him to hear her, &nbsp;" Yes, Mickey..I am on the pill." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:29:47</strong>
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				After receiving the answer he was hoping for, Mickey closed his eyes to enjoy her moist lips pressing into his neck.&nbsp; He took her behavior as definitive confirmation that she was after the same thing as him, so he stripped off his clothing in just a matter of seconds.&nbsp; <br><br>He had a small-to-medium build, but his body was lean and hard from an active childhood; he'd practically grown up in the woods next to the trailer park, where he could get away from the old man's nagging and abuse.&nbsp; <br><br>His half-erect cock sprung out eagerly as his pants fell to the floor.&nbsp; A little bit longer and considerably thicker than average, it usually took girls by surprise and made for an occasionally uncomfortable but deeply fulfilling ride.<br><br>While Mal was busy with his neck, he reached behind him to remove one of her hands from his back. Slipping one of his own hands over hers, he led it down the front of his body ... pressing it to one of his nipples ... dragging it slowly down his sculpted stomach ... finally wrapping her fingers around his member, which attained its full extension inside her delicate grasp.<br><br>He leaned back away from her kisses so that he could take in the full sight of her increasingly exposed body.&nbsp; Peeling away each article of her clothing, he let her help him with one hand, but he also directed her to continue working on his crotch.&nbsp; His precum dribbled out onto the floor in long, drippy strands, as each of her boots came free ... the black shirt ... the denim skirt.&nbsp; <br><br>Before removing her panties, he pressed his finger over the fabric until it found the part that was wet with her secretions.&nbsp; He massaged the mound underneath while staring straight into her eyes, watching for the waves of feeling washing over her.<br><br>He lifted off her underwear with a delicacy bordering on reverence.&nbsp; Then he asked her to put those sexy boots back on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 08:00:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; Mallory gasped slightly at the feel of his erection which actually got bigger in her hand!&nbsp; She giggled slightly in her nervousness, &nbsp;" Wow, Mickey!!&nbsp; It feels so soft, yet hard too.....kinda like velvet over steel" <br><br>&nbsp; She was enthralled with the new and exciting sensations that touching him brought out inside her- <em>deep inside her</em>,&nbsp; where she tingled and felt a sudden ache that she knew only he could soothe. <br>&nbsp;With one hand still firmly attached to his shaft she eagerly helped him rid her of her clothes until she was as naked as he was except for her tiny, black panties that covered her freshly waxed sex.&nbsp; Her small, pink nipples hardened to pebbled tips as they were exposed to the cool air of the office and it only took a small shift forward for her to rub them sensually against his chest. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh!" she gasped when his finger rubbed against the silk that outlined her clit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her blue, lust filled eyes widened as she felt a gush of wetness coat her tender, bare folds and a moan escaped her lips.&nbsp; Desire,&nbsp; unlike anything she'd ever imagined in any of her <em>naughtiest</em> dreams, spread through her body like a raging wildfire.&nbsp; And by the time he slid her panties off, she was about ready to beg him to ease the increasing ache she feared would soon overwhelm her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; His request for her to put her boots back on brought an impish grin to her face as he handed them back to her.&nbsp; She donned them quickly and then wrapped her lean, slender legs around his waist and pulled his body to hers, &nbsp;" Now kiss me Mickey....or lose me forever!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 04:32:32</strong>
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				Mal's delicate fingers had moved over the tight skin of his swollen shaft and threatened for a moment to overwhelm him and elicit a premature release, so Mickey had closed his eyes for a second and took a long, deep breath, determined to bring her along with him to climax.&nbsp; Shortly thereafter, as she had pulled her thigh boots back on, he'd sucked his slickened fingers into his mouth for a taste of her musk -- pert and kinda salty, like her carefree spirit.<br><br><em>"Now kiss me Mickey....or lose me forever!"</em><br><br>Her tongue fought back against his as he wrapped the fingers of one hand around her silken hair, and heat rose from her scalp to greet his fingertips.&nbsp; Her saliva lent its refreshing coolness to the probing tip of his tongue, while again his tastebuds delighted in the hint of strawberry from her lips.<br><br>He reached down and angled his distended member toward the moist fissure of her sex, first kissing the slit at its tip to the engorged bulb of her clitoris.&nbsp; Pulling his penis back slightly, he left a bead of precum glistening on the hard pink nub, before it disappeared into the rinse of her own secretions.<br><br>He broke their famished kiss briefly to address her, locking his simmering chestnut orbs with her placid baby-blues.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you ready for me, baby-girl?&nbsp; Get ready ... 'cause <em>here I come</em>."<br><br>The fat, bulging tip of his cock popped into the tight entrance of her vagina.&nbsp; Its lips sucked closed around the head, just as her arms slipped around his torso, pulling his hard pecs down to squash against her sweat-slick bosom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 08:27:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; As their mouths met and danced together in a fiery tango, she eagerly sucked the flavor of her own liquid arousal from his tongue- the taste new and tantalizing.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Mallory was consumed with a need for him that was wholly unfamiliar to her,&nbsp; yet undeniably primal in it's intensity. She was ready for him, ready to leave her virginity behind&nbsp; along with the past he'd so masterfully rescued her from. She was open for him, like the petals of a flower, the bare, tender folds of her sex blossomed to reveal the pink interior that glistened with her nectar. Then, when she felt the mushroom shaped head of his wondrous cock probe her clit, she moaned as a fresh gush of wetness flooded her channel in preparation for his invasion.&nbsp; She gasped slightly as he briefly pulled his lips away from hers and spoke in a husky, deeply sensual voice that had her heart suddenly beating over-time,&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Are you ready for me, baby-girl?&nbsp; Get ready ... 'cause here I come."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Without a second to lose, his fat,throbbing tip pushed into her tight sheath as her arms tightened their hold around him.&nbsp; She could feel his fight to control the force of his entry by the way his powerful body trembled and the sweat that now dripped in a steady flow down his face and chest.&nbsp; She was amazed at the way his muscles bulged and flexed with every movement,&nbsp; every tremor.&nbsp; He was like a wild, feral animal that fought to hold back his inherent, basic urges and it made her feel incredibly powerful to be the object of such desire.&nbsp; Yet, he could not, would not,&nbsp; be tamed and as she met his wild, intense gaze that practically glowed with a hunger that matched her own she whispered, &nbsp;" Take me, Mickey....all the way....don't hold back"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:22:31</strong>
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				In spite of the hot slickness of her self-lubrication, Mal's vagina closed more tightly around Mickey's dick than he had expected.&nbsp; The pressure was intensely pleasurable, even exhilarating for him, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if she had been a virgin after all.&nbsp; She'd said she was on the pill, so he figured she'd had some experience, but then again he was dimly aware that some women took the pill for other reasons.&nbsp; <br><br>His curiosity only fed the fire of his longing for her, as he entertained the notion that she might be giving herself away for the very first time ... bestowing upon him the treasure of her maidenhood.&nbsp; <br><br>Sensing the tenderness and resistance inside her, he broke off kissing her and watched her face instead.&nbsp; Each thrust foraged deeper inside her, while he searched her expression for any sign of discomfort.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the base of his cock was pressed flush against her labia, he collapsed over her, delirious with the sensations of her coital embrace.&nbsp; His face rested against the hard wood surface, and his heavy breaths rushed against her cheek, fluttering her blond tresses.&nbsp; <br><br>Her body was like a warm summer creek; he dove under her surface and never wanted to come back up.<br><br><em>" Take me, Mickey....all the way....don't hold back"</em><br><br>He let himself groan loudly as he plunged into her, again and again, sometimes with long, deep thrusts, other times with a tight grinding motion.&nbsp; He remained poised slightly above her, his sturdy arms gently dipping and rising with each push.&nbsp; <br><br>Her lithe flesh fit itself against his heavy, muscled form like a layer of fabric wrapped around him.&nbsp; Wiry sinews in his back writhed underneath her feathery touch, while his firm buttocks clenched and unclenched with his hardest pushes.&nbsp; <br><br>Past his nose wafted the floral scent of her hair, the fruity tang of her lips, and the salty musk of her arousal; one smell gave way to the next in an endless, heady procession.<br><br>The desk underneath them screeched and rattled as their furious coupling raced to its endpoint.&nbsp; Her intoxicating presence had long since overwhelmed his senses and made it impossible for him to tell if she were nearing a climax or not.&nbsp; He attended carefully to the hushed melody of her breathing, interspersed with involuntary moans that signaled the buildup of her arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>Mickey's groaning reached its own crescendo, and the first reflexive tremors of his orgasm shook his spent body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 08:20:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; Mallory knew there would be some pain when he "popped her cherry",&nbsp; so she closed her eyes tight with his first powerful thrust.&nbsp; When she opened them again, she found his beautiful gaze focused intensely on her face and she had to grind her back teeth together<em>-hard-</em> in order not to cry out.&nbsp; She was determined to be brave for him and to prove, not only to him,&nbsp; but to herself as well that she could handle it without crying like the inexperienced girl she really was.&nbsp; Her man needed and deserved a <em>real woman</em> afterall.<br><br>&nbsp; His weight felt wonderful as he came down ontop of her and his breath was warm on her neck as his quick inhalations became deeper- matching her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh Mickey!" she whispered as she turned her head and placed a kiss on the side of his face.&nbsp; Tears suddenly sprung forth from her eyes as her heart joined the staccato beat of his own.&nbsp; <em>God, I love him!</em> she thought to herself as the tears dried up almost as quickly as they came and she realized that his thrusts were no longer&nbsp; painful.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; A fresh wave of wetness flooded her channel as pleasure began to swamp her senses.&nbsp; She quickly wrapped her lean legs around his pounding hips and locked her ankles behind him.&nbsp; Soon, pleasure became something else entirely as she felt herself edging towards the precipice of orgasm.&nbsp; And it was like <em>nothing</em> she'd ever experienced during the few occasions she'd masturbated in her shower or late at night in bed!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Her mouth opened in a silent scream as each downward thrust of his grinding hips rubbed exquisitely against her distended clit, sending bolts of pure pleasure through her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unable to help her reaction, her trembling arms squeezed his broad shoulders in a tight, vise-like grip as her nails raked down his back.&nbsp; When she finally felt his body seize with the beginning of his climax, it was like a trigger that set her own release into motion.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh! Oh God! Yessss!! I'm coming Mickey!!" she cried out as the inner walls of her sex contracted around his cock in involuntary spasms.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 13:12:11</strong>
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				Mallory's exclamation and her orgasm occurred nearly simultaneously with Mickey's.&nbsp; Jolts of energy shot from his groin out to every muscle in his body.&nbsp; His throbbing shaft was buried to its hilt inside her as his seed came spurting forth, a viscous white flow that seemed to completely fill her vagina and dribbled out around its entrance.&nbsp; <br><br>The plateau of his climax extended with each spasm that shuddered through him, one after another after another, accompanied by an endless eruption of cum.&nbsp; The electric tremors that moved through him passed through their conjoined organs and continued on through her lithe flesh.&nbsp; Their bodies were united into a single writhing, sweaty mass.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, after an inestimable stretch of time, the wave of their shared euphoria crested and began its recession.&nbsp; They lay drenched in each other's body fluids, their chests swelling against each other as their feverish panting gave way to deep, refreshing inhalations of cool air.&nbsp; <br><br>The silence of the room wrapped around them like a blanket and held them together.&nbsp; Neither of them wanted to free themselves from their delirious, exhausted embrace.&nbsp; Beneath the gradual evening out of their respiration, the flourescent lights outside the office buzzed away indifferently, while from the outdoors came the sound of a lonesome wind whistling past the gas station.<br><br>His penis had begun its slow contraction, but he hesitated to pull out of her.&nbsp; Instead he planted a line of tiny kisses from her ear up across her cheek, until he arrived at her plush lips.&nbsp; He lingered there for some time, lifting up only for a playful peck on the end of her nose.&nbsp; <br><br>Before rising, he gazed down into her eyes with an expression of solemn devotion. <br><br>"Mallory Daniels -- you and I are never gonna be apart again, as long as I can help it.&nbsp; You're my girl now.&nbsp; I love you, Mal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 08:21:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mallory Daniels -- you and I are never gonna be apart again, as long as I can help it.&nbsp; You're my girl now.&nbsp; I love you, Mal."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; Mickey's heartfelt words only heightened her post orgasmic bliss.&nbsp; With a tear rolling down her blushed cheek and so much joy in her heart she feared it might burst, she replied &nbsp;" Oh Mickey!&nbsp; I love you too, baby!" She pulled him down to her and clung to him for a few more minutes as she kissed and nibbled his jaw and down his chin.&nbsp; His skin tasted so good-salty,&nbsp; as she licked a path to his neck and without much thought she began sucking and nipping with her teeth until she realized she'd given him a huge hickey.&nbsp; She giggled until she was suddenly hit with inspiration, &nbsp;" Now, everyone will know that you're taken Mickey and any slut who looks at<em> my man </em>will know that you are mine!" she said proudly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; Mallory could never have imagined being as happy as she was right at that moment, lying naked beneath Mickey as they declared their love for each other, she never wanted it to end.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the sudden sound of sirens in the distance broke through the intimacy.&nbsp; As if in slow motion,&nbsp; Mallory watched Mickey as he quickly but gently untangled himself from her embrace and pulled her up along with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh shit, Mickey!&nbsp; Do you think they're coming after us? " she asked him as he tossed her her clothes and raced to put his own on.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I swear to God, can't everybody just leave us the hell alone?&nbsp; We were havin us a <em>moment</em> Mickey!" her well kissed, pink lips&nbsp; turned into a pouty frown as he helped her off the table and she followed him out the office door.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 18:58:30</strong>
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				"<em>Un-fucking-believable</em>," Mickey pronounced.&nbsp; "What the hell does it take to kill you people!?!&nbsp; No wonder you drove us out of Vietnam, and -- all them other places!"&nbsp; <br><br>He had stumbled out of the rear office back into the mini-mart, his dripping cock still half-erect inside his jeans, and he was still fumbling around trying to fasten his belt properly, when he walked past the checkout area and saw that the Asian kid wasn't dead after all.&nbsp; Somehow he'd managed to drag himself across the floor behind the counter, leaving a trail of blood and gore in his wake, until he'd reached the emergency-alarm button.&nbsp; Now he was wheezing and drooling blood onto the tiles where he lay.&nbsp; Part of an unidentifiable organ was hanging out of the enormous gash in his side.&nbsp; One of his eyes was closed, but the other was trained on Mickey in an unmistakable glare of righteous contempt.&nbsp; His elderly female relative was still crying and moaning to herself, but hadn't moved any due to her tape restraints.<br><br>"Mal, maybe <em>you</em> oughtta try killin' this son of a bitch, 'cause for some reason I can't seem to do it no matter how hard --"<br><br>He had turned to look back at her and was staring at the trickle running down the inside of her leg, which neither of them had noticed in their rush to get dressed in the darkened office.&nbsp; An odd mix of concern and pride showed in his features as he came up next to Mal and took her arm tenderly, offering to walk her back to the ladies' room to clean up.&nbsp; He was momentarily overwhelmed by the realization that his angel had indeed given her precious virginity to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Considering the rising chorus of approaching sirens, it was fortunate that Mallory kept a cooler head.&nbsp; She quickly located the shelf with all the toiletries, and after nodding to her dumbfounded lover to turn away and give her some privacy, she stopped the flow with sanitary pads and then tidied herself up with baby wipes.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Mickey raced out to get the car and pulled it right up next to the front of the store for her.&nbsp; <br><br>On her way out, Mal looked down with indifference at the helpless pair of victims on the floor.&nbsp; Then a naughty grin spread across her face in a moment of inspiration. <br><br>She held up her finger to tell Mickey to wait a second, hurriedly located the blood-soaked pads from the floor where she'd dropped them, and then paused before the dual glass doors of the large cigarette-filled cabinet, which sat dead-center and occupied most of the space behind the counter.&nbsp; She smeared the huge panes with her virginal discharge from the drenched cloths.&nbsp; <br><br>The roar from the engine of the vintage Camaro was competing with the rising scream of approaching police cars.&nbsp; To be heard over all the noise, Mal had to scream down at the wide-eyed Asian matron.<br><br>"Bitch -- you tell 'em!&nbsp; You tell 'em <em>Mickey and Mallory</em> done this!&nbsp; Tell <em>all</em> those motherfuckers, tell 'em to watch out!&nbsp; 'Cause <em>Mickey and Mallory are comin' to their goddamn town!!!</em>"<br><br>A dust-laden gale blew in behind the girl as she threw open the door and departed, fluttering the old woman's hair.&nbsp; She looked up in tearful terror and read the signature scrawled in dripping, red characters above her -- a kind of rallying cry, or a terse warning to the complacent masses:&nbsp; "<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">M &amp; M</span>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 07:42:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; Mickey expertly and without detection avoided the batallion of cop cars that passed them by on the highway as they made their escape.&nbsp; Adrenaline positively rushed through Mallory's veins, creating a rush of unbelievable euphoria that rivaled her new found love of sex. &nbsp;" WOO-HOO!!" she yelled in an excited rush of breath into the night air as she stood in her seat and stuck the top half of her body out the open sun roof as they raced down the dark, empty highway.&nbsp; She didn't know where they'd end up next on this journey of love filled madness and adventure but as long as they were together nothing else mattered.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" We're kinda like Bonnie &amp; Clyde aren't we, Mickey?" she said sometime later as the excitement began to ebb away and a comfortable silence replaced their nearly non stop chatter.&nbsp; Mallory had her head resting against his shoulder as she watched the endless stretch of highway pass by with uneventful monotany.&nbsp; Her hand rested on his denim clad thigh while her fingers picked at a loose cotton thread that was unraveling at the seam.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Maybe we could even be famous like they were someday, whatta ya think?&nbsp; Maybe even more famous!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She smiled at the thought and closed her eyes as exhaustion overwhelmed her.&nbsp; Her last thought before sleep took her over completely was that nothing- not fame, not wealth, not a single, solitary thing could ever make her as happy as her Mickey had made her tonight.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 21:46:40</strong>
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				In hopes of avoiding the police, Mickey spent most of the night crawling down little side roads headed south.&nbsp; He sped along the empty stretches of highway but diverted whenever he saw much traffic.&nbsp; Snaking around through wooded hillocks and gloomy swampland, the backroads were both poorly marked and unlit; he got lost and had to backtrack three times.&nbsp; <br><br>It was an infuriating way to try to get anywhere, but he took comfort in the sight of the sleeping angel on his shoulder.&nbsp; He didn't dare wake her, even though it was a constant struggle to keep his eyes open after she stopped conversing with him.&nbsp; Desperate for a pick-me-up, he resorted to trying a couple burning swigs of the scotch he had pilfered from her paw's liquor cabinet.&nbsp; <br><br>Hoping to catch the scent of a salty ocean breeze, he rolled down the window as soon as the billboard came into view proclaiming "Welcome to the Sunshine State."&nbsp; What he got instead was a good whiff of a pissed-off Florida skunk.<br><br>By the time he pulled off at a motel on the outskirts of Ocala, the sun was about up, the tank was about dry, and he was about drunk.&nbsp; He had enough stolen cash to pay for a room proper, but the odd check-in time and the stink on his breath made the old lady behind the desk look at him all queer-like.&nbsp; She was damn lucky his Bowie knife was still back in the car.&nbsp; After a minute or two of cursing loudly at the uncooperative room keys, he managed to carry in his slumbering sweetheart and deposit her on the bed, before promptly passing out beside her.<br><br>He awoke after sunset with a hankering for mischief and more drink, which he rationalized to himself as just the hair of the dog that bit him.&nbsp; Strolling about with his wake-up cigarette, Mickey learned there was a popular roadhouse located just up the street a little ways.&nbsp; He was referred to the establishment by a probable piece of jailbait who had taken the place of the queer-staring bitch, most likely her daughter.&nbsp; The brazen brunette fixed him with a shameless stare from behind her fluttering eyelashes, and she even came around the front desk to give him a clear view of the short shorts on her pert behind.<br><br>Like any other fully functional male his age, Mickey enjoyed the sexy teen's obvious ogling, but his mind was already elsewhere.&nbsp; He felt positively exhilarated by his uncanny run of luck:&nbsp; he'd just found his one true love, was about to fulfill a lifelong dream of seeing the ocean, and had apparently succeeded in evading capture thus far.&nbsp; He wanted to celebrate, maybe even do a little dancing.&nbsp; <br><br>He set off for the nearby bar on foot, with his baby-girl at his side.&nbsp; As they strode away, she received a conspicuous, livid glare from the jealous nymph inside the motel office.<br><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hair_of_the_dog (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hair_of_the_dog))</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 18:42:34</strong>
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				<strong> Excerpt taken from Mallory Daniels' diary</strong>:<br><br>&nbsp; <em> Well, it's O-fficial now!! I am a WOMAN!&nbsp; And Mickey's woman at that!&nbsp; No more silly little naive virgin but a worldly temptress who knows how to please her man!&nbsp; It was the most beautiful experience of my entire life!&nbsp; Mickey made everything so perfect too- and had it not been for those annoying as HELL cops, we would have been at it all night!&nbsp; But thats alright, because see, me and Mickey left them pigs a message- in big RED bloody letters- Ha!Ha!&nbsp; We're just like those old time outlaws Bonnie &amp; Clyde- I wonder what ever happened to them anyway.......?</em><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; Mallory had showered and was ready to party!&nbsp; She'd stayed in the room while Mickey went to "scope" things out - make sure no pigs had turned up while they slept.&nbsp; As she eagerly waited for him to return, she checked herself out in the long mirror that hung behind the bathroom door and admired her new "post virgin" body.&nbsp; Call her crazy,&nbsp; but she looked <em>different</em> somehow.&nbsp; More <em>womanly</em>, more alluring.&nbsp; She cupped her firm, heavy breasts weighing them in her palms and giggled as her small, pink nipples hardened to pebbled tips.&nbsp; Then her hands tickled over her flat stomach and over her slightly flared hips ( which her mama always said were good for birthing babies!) and to the smooth, hairless apex between her thighs.&nbsp; Her brows formed a crease as a frown appeared, she'd have to ask Mickey if he preferred her bare or with hair there?&nbsp; <em>Mickey</em>.... she sighed dreamily at the thought of her lover and as she glanced at the glowing red numbers of the clock beside the bed she realized he'd be back any second and she wasn't even dressed yet!<br><br>&nbsp; She quickly slipped on the tight fitting jeans that hung low on her hips and the blue silk shirt that was nearly the same color as her eyes and hung provocatively off one slender shoulder.&nbsp; (Which meant that she couldn't wear a bra, but she didn't think Mickey would mind all that much.)&nbsp; Her boots from the night before would have to do since in her hurry to leave her parents house she'd not thought to include extra shoes with the few clothes and personal things she'd dumped in her overnight bag.&nbsp; She left her long hair down, loose and kind of wild.&nbsp; Mickey seemed to like it that way as he was always running his hands through it or twirling it around his fingers.&nbsp; Her finishing touch was the strawberry flavored lip shine that plumped up her lips nice and juicy like, as if they were just begging to be kissed!<br><br>&nbsp; The song playing on the old fashioned jukebox inside the bar as they walked in arm in arm, was the typical "somebody's always leavin' somebody" country music song which Mallory couldn't wait to change.&nbsp; The bar patrons paid them no attention as they strolled in like they owned the place and took a seat at the far end of the weatherred bar.&nbsp; Mallory's temper sparked however, when the blonde bimbo bartender whose gawdy hot pink&nbsp; Lee press on nails tapped annoyingly against the bartop as she stared and batted her fake eyelashes at Mickey.&nbsp; Mallory slammed her hand down, hard, on the bar to divert the sluts attention as she purposefully slid herself onto Mickey's lap, took his face in her hands and french kissed the hell out of him!&nbsp; Then with a shit eating grin on her face, she turned to the bimbo behind the bar and said &nbsp;" We'll have a couple beers". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 07:27:35</strong>
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				Mickey had started to suspect that being a murderer added to one's sex appeal somehow.&nbsp; Maybe the girls could smell the blood on him or something ... maybe it was some kind of primal thing about being a good hunter, somebody who could kill things ... or maybe it was just that extra cockiness in his strut, the willingness to take down anybody who dared to get in his way.&nbsp; Whatever the cause, lately he seemed to be getting even more attention from the ladies than usual -- the blonde bartender, the little tramp at the motel -- and he didn't mind it one bit.<br><br>But though his eyes roamed like those of any other young, virile stud, he knew his heart belonged to just one woman.&nbsp; It didn't hurt any that she was a fine piece of ass herself, or that she seemed to know just how to push his buttons.&nbsp; This evening, for example, he couldn't stop noticing how the silky fabric of her blouse fell away from the sharp ridges of her braless tits.&nbsp; He just <em>had</em> to tweak those tasty nipples every so often, to keep them all hard and poking out, like a pair of high-caliber bullets ... it was driving him nuts.<br><br>She was seated in his lap, facing out from one of the bar stools, with his fully erect cock nestled snugly between her butt cheeks, warming her even through the layers of denim.&nbsp; He gave her a little micro-thrust now and then, both to enjoy the friction and to let her know just how hot she was making him.&nbsp; <br><br>It only took Mickey a few minutes of looking around the room to figure out he wasn't the only one with his eyes on Mal.&nbsp; Most of 'em were smart enough to hide it at first, but after she slammed that bar counter and stuck her tongue down Mickey's throat, it quickly became clear that they had the room's attention.&nbsp; Must of been thirty other guys in the place, and every one of 'em was stealing glances at either her copious, protruding tits, or that tight little ass, and how it danced atop those tall boots as she walked.&nbsp; On top of that, she was also drawing glares and spiteful scowls from all the wives and girlfriends who were having their thunder stolen.&nbsp; Mickey was glad he'd thought to tuck his sheathed Bowie knife into the back of his jeans, under his black t-shirt, in case any of the tougher-looking guys tried to put the moves on Mal.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>He threw back one glass of draft beer after another and gave the evil eye to three or four of the brutes who weren't smart enough to be discreet about ogling Mal.&nbsp; As an alcoholic tingle crept through his neck and shoulders, he discovered to his surprise that he kind of <em>enjoyed</em> knowing that every eye in the place was glued to him and his irresistible woman.&nbsp; It wasn't like he was afraid of any of 'em, anyways, plus he got a kick out of the way they'd avert their eyes real quick whenever he caught one of 'em gaping.&nbsp; <br><br>It was like he and Mal were on fire, burning with a radiance too strong to watch for long, but also too bright to ignore.&nbsp; Some of the onlookers were jealous of the handsome, carefree couple; others were afraid of the wild-looking pair.&nbsp; Regardless, every last one of them, male or female, wanted to fuck one or the other of these exotic visitors.&nbsp; Hell, maybe both.<br><br>Mickey noticed Mal's left teat softening and gave it a good twist to perk it up again, not even bothering to hide what he was doing from their audience.&nbsp; "Fucking-<em>A</em>, Mal," he whispered into her ear, "it's like we're a pair of rock stars around here, the way all these bumfucks are starin'.&nbsp; Maybe we ought to give 'em some kind of a show."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:19:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fucking-A, Mal, it's like we're a pair of rock stars around here, the way all these bumfucks are starin'.&nbsp; Maybe we ought to give 'em some kind of a show."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> " You must have been readin my mind, Mickey!" she said with a twinkle of mischief in her blue eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She'd been aware of all the stares, a bar full of nothin but trailor park trash who couldn't keep their eyes off of them from the minute they'd walked in to the seedy place. Atleast the blond bimbo behind the bar got Mal's not so subtle hint and had kept her eyes off of Mickey for the time being.&nbsp; Maybe she wasn't as dumb as she looked.<br><br>&nbsp; After a few more lewd kisses, Mallory reluctantly pulled away from him and climbed off of his lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;" And I've got just the thing to turn this place on it's ass!" she said as she waved to the blond bimbo who took her damn sweet time acknowledging her which drove Mal's already tempestuous mood up a notch. Mallory ordered two more beers, &nbsp;" And these, <br>we want in bottles-" she said in her haughtiest tone of voice.<br><br>&nbsp; When the two bottles of Bud light arrived, Mallory handed one to Mickey and took a long, hard pull from her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;" O.K.,&nbsp; now baby, I want you sit right here until I need you, O.K.?" she said as excitement shone in her eyes. &nbsp;"Oh yeah, have you got a quarter?" Mickey handed her a quarter and after another quick kiss, she turned on her booted heel and walked across the bar.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; As Mallory sauntered through the semi-crowded dance floor, she felt the gaze of the men who undressed her with their blood shot, lust filled eyes and the scowls from the women who were with them.&nbsp; She smiled as a wave of pure feminine power flowed through her as she headed for the old jukebox in the corner, at the very end of the long bar.&nbsp; <em> This was going to be too easy!</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; She set her beer down on the bar and then stood in front of the 70's<br>style jukebox and looked over the song selections.&nbsp; After a few minutes she found what she wanted and slipped her quarter into the slot and pressed the corresponding button for her song choice.&nbsp; It was perfect timing too, as the annoying as hell country song was just ending.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; When Guns &amp; Roses' "Welcome to The Jungle" burst from the speakers, a majority of the people on the dance floor walked away, the song apparantly wasn't their "cup of tea." <em> Oh well, more room for me then</em> she thought as she moved to the center and began to shake her ass to the heavy beat.&nbsp; It didn't take long at all for her siren's call to work it's magic as one by one, men were lured out to the dance floor, lured out <em>to her</em>.&nbsp; Through the mass of gyrating bodies, she made eye contact with Mickey and the look of pure primal lust and desire she saw in his gorgeous eyes as he watched her, took her breath away. She winked at him before turning to one of the men who'd been overly daring<br>in the way he rubbed the erection beneath his jeans against her in his pathetic attempt at dancing and said &nbsp;" Excuse me darlin, I've worked myself into quite a thirst! But don't&nbsp; you go anywhere, I'll be right back!" She had to squirm her way away from him then as he held her against him and licked the side her face in response making her skin crawl in disgust.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<em>Ah, perfect timing baby!</em> she thought as she eyed Mickey making his way over.&nbsp; She quickly grabbed her beer bottle and true to her word, returned to the scum bags side and resumed dancing.&nbsp; <br>Only now, she put her arms around the guy's thick neck until their bodies were flush against each others.&nbsp; She waited until she saw Mickey at the edge of the dancefloor and then in one swift motion,<br>she bashed the bottle against the back of the guy's head.&nbsp; And as he went down- all hell broke loose!<br><br>&nbsp; The minute the man hit the ground and a loud moan escaped from his mouth, Mallory bent down and with the jagged edge of the bottle still in her hand, she stabbed it into his eye. &nbsp;" Now, <br>that should teach ya to NOT look at another man's woman!" Then with the thick heel of her boot, she smashed the fingers on both his hands, &nbsp;" or to touch her either!"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 12:07:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She set her beer down on the bar and then stood in front of the 70's style jukebox and looked over the song selections.&nbsp; After a few minutes she found what she wanted and slipped her quarter into the slot and pressed the corresponding button for her song choice.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scanning for songs, Mal put both her hands on that jukebox and bent over it like a driver leaning on his hood and waiting to get frisked.&nbsp; Every male and a few of the ladies in the place was dreaming about how nice it would be, to be a bead of sweat running down her lower back and then taking off on that hair-raising slope of her fine, tight, fleshy behind, which was bumping along seductively to the music ... <br><br>Well, at least Mickey was dreaming about it.<br><br>A few seconds later she turned around and faced the joint with a spark of the devil in her eyes.&nbsp; Axl Rose's banshee wail sliced through the middle-aged line-dancing fat-asses on the dance floor like a reaper's scythe, mowing 'em down and clearing 'em out so the real show could get started.&nbsp; <br><br>A minute later, Mal was barely visible inside the herd of horn-dogs that had stampeded out there to join her.&nbsp; Every one of 'em was trying to figure out how to work their way over next to her close enough to rub their crotches up against her.&nbsp; Looked like one of them "gang bang"-type porno movies, 'cept they all had their clothes on still.&nbsp; <br><br>Every so often, Mickey'd spot Mal's eyes sending fiery glances back at him from within all those gyrating bodies, like she was shooting flaming arrows out at him, just to remind him:&nbsp; she was havin' her fun with the boys, but they both knew who she was goin' home with afterwards.&nbsp; <br><br>Mickey found that he kind of liked being with the girl everybody wanted to fuck.&nbsp; 'Course, there were limits to what he was willing to put up with; not from her so much -- he trusted her -- it was some a' these inbred bumfucks he figured could get outta hand after a while, all rubbin' up against her and the like.&nbsp; Eventually he decided to wade into the sweaty mess and make sure his claim of ownership was being properly respected.<br><br>'Soon as Mal retrieved her beer bottle and then went <em>back</em> to one of the real touchy-feely ones, Mickey figured just what she had in mind ... Truly a woman after his own heart.&nbsp; He scoped the room out and whipped up a quick plan.<br><br>There was a technique to startin' a good barroom brawl.&nbsp; It didn't do to just start swingin' at random people, that usually just got you kicked out on your ass.&nbsp; The trick was to get a couple of the biggest, drunkest-lookin' animals in the joint, and start <em>them</em> a'swingin'.&nbsp; 'Long as they were dumb and clumsy enough, they were bound to run into enough other morons to start the fireworks up proper.&nbsp; And if the big oxes had gangs of buddies with 'em, well, the more the merrier.<br><br>Mickey just barely heard that first bottle break over the roaring music.&nbsp; He took the opportunity to bump into a waitress and send her whole tray splattering onto a table-full of good ol' boys with military crewcuts; fresh discharges or out on leave, either way they knew how to fight and wouldn't stand for no insults.&nbsp; 'Soon as they were good and wet, he tripped this lanky little white rapper-lookin' guy so that he landed head first into the lap of one of the army boys, who was just looking for a scapegoat.&nbsp; Homeboy had his multiracial posse all set to back him up, too.<br><br>Mickey heard them overturn a table and start in on each other behind him, while at the other end of the room, Mal had that poor dumbass she was with screamin' up a storm, because of somethin' or other she'd done.&nbsp; On his way over to join her, Mickey discreetly grabbed the asses of three of the hottest women on the dancefloor, first making sure there was another guy standing right behind each of them for them to get mad at.&nbsp; Faces got slapped right and left, and knees started landing in crotches.<br><br>Finally, just so's nobody would think he was prejudist or discriminatin' or whatever, he pinched the heinie of this mean-lookin', big black guy seated alone at the bar.&nbsp; Right next to him was this fashionably dressed, spindly little white boy with earrings and lots of mousse in his hair.&nbsp; Nowadays that didn't necessarily mean he was gay ... but he sure picked a bad night to go out lookin' so pretty, and just happen to be standing next to a giant black guy when he got his ass grabbed.&nbsp; Poor fella went flying from the punch.<br><br>Mickey dodged his rebound off the countertop and barely missed getting hit himself by the blonde bartender's baseball bat.&nbsp; Her swing took out the glass front of the cigarette machine and conveniently supplied Mickey with a couple fresh packs of Winstons.&nbsp; <br><br>He eventually made it all the way to the jukebox and fished the rest of the quarters out of his pocket.&nbsp; Tossing his empty bottle into the middle of the rollicking mass of bodies behind him, he cued up some Metallica and AC/DC to keep the mood about right.&nbsp; Then he dove in to locate that crazy girl of his.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 04:32:16</strong>
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				<strong> Diary entry from Mallory Daniels dated- July 13th&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong><br><br><br><em>&nbsp; I like to think of myself as a lover not a fighter..good will and peace on earth and all that crap.&nbsp; &nbsp;But DAMN if it didn't feel good to teach that sleazy son-of-a bitch at the bar Mickey and I were at a lesson in respect!&nbsp; WHAM! One bottle over the guys head was all it took to bring him down to a much more "manageable" position.&nbsp; &nbsp;And HOT-DAMN but it felt great to drive that lesson home (straight into his eyes) with the jagged edge of the broken bottle- WHAT A RUSH!!!&nbsp; And long as I live, I'll never forget the look of pride in my Mickey's eyes over what I'd done to that sleazey bastard who <em>dared</em> to assume he could touch what is and will always be Mickey's alone!&nbsp; ME!&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; <br><br>***************************************************************************************************<br><br>&nbsp; For some reason, Mallory had come down with a serious case of the giggles as she stared at the man's sightless, bloodied eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp; She sat beside his large, crumpled body on the cheap parquet floor that was sticky with spilled beer and blood and laughed her ass off while mahem continued to reign supreme all around her.&nbsp; It was a sharp blow to her back followed by an elbow to her lip that immediately brought the coppery taste of blood rushing into her mouth, that snapped her out of her hysteria.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Hey!! Watch it asshole!!" she yelled like a banshee at the body that landed facedown beside her with a thud, the back of his light blond hair matted with bright red blood.&nbsp; She decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge, a phrase she could so totally imagine her Mickey using!<br><br>&nbsp;Thinking it best to stay as close to the floor as possible in order to avoid any stray or random fists amidst the free for all brawl she'd incited, she crawled on her hands and knees towards the neon glowing lights of the jukebox that now, thanks to her man she was sure, played AC/DC's "Hell's Bells" a song that, she thought,&nbsp; perfectly suited their current situation. <br><br>&nbsp; The fighting continued to rage on as she made her way to the jukebox and she realized she was glad she'd worn jeans as she felt her knees damp with the nasty mess she'd just crawled through.&nbsp; She needed to find Mickey and knew she'd never do so from the floor.&nbsp; She wiped her hands on her denim covered ass as she slowly stood up, using the massive weight of the jukebox to support her shaky legs.&nbsp; A thick trickle of blood that reacted to the change of altitude and the pull of gravity dribbled from her busted lip down her chin, followed by another then another.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Shit!! " she said as she wiped at the flow and fought down a sudden surge of panic.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Micckkeeyyyyy!!" she yelled using her vocal chords at their maximum pitch.&nbsp; The sight of so much of her own blood on her hands freaked her out big time and her blue eyes grew wide as she searched for him among a wild sea of entangled bodies hell bent on destruction.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Unwilling to completely lose her cool, however, Mallory took a deep breath and fought to remain calm.&nbsp; She surprised herself when, just minutes later, an ingenious idea suddenly popped into her mind as she once again wiped at the now steady flow of blood from her chin.&nbsp; She smiled through the pain that was only now starting to hit her and smeared the tips of her fingers on her right hand with her blood and in as big and as bold letters she could manage, wrote <strong>M &amp; M </strong> smack dab on the front of the juke box.......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 17:29:24</strong>
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				Mickey popped up behind Mal and eyed her handiwork appreciatively.&nbsp; He paused to weigh the existential profundity and multifarious symbolic implications of her terse yet incisive articulation.&nbsp; A little lightbulb seemed to go off above his head when he figured out who each of them M's stood for.<br><br>"Weee-uuuulllllll ... alright then!" he pronounced.&nbsp; <br><br>He always did have a way of finding just the right words to sum things up.&nbsp; <br><br>With characteristic attentiveness, he fussed a little over Mal's split lip until they got the bleeding under control with some napkins from the bar.&nbsp; Then he turned to face the little riot they had created, which was accompanied at present by the mellifluous strains of Metallica's "Creeping Death."&nbsp; A stray beer bottle missed Mickey's forehead by about three inches and shattered against the wall behind him.<br><br>"It's getting right unfriendly in here if you ask me, baby-girl.&nbsp; I think we'd best be movin' on."&nbsp; After securing her assent, he reached around to his lower back and removed the enormous Bowie knife from where he'd tucked it away.&nbsp; "Looks a little rough, but I'll bet Ol' Toothy here can get us through."&nbsp; <br><br>He threw an arm around his girl before wading into the crowd.&nbsp; "Hold on tight, baby!&nbsp; WHEEEOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"<br><br>Then he just started walkin' and swingin':&nbsp; take a step, hack a little, take another step, repeat.&nbsp; All the while he was whoopin' like some crazy drunk hoot-owl, or the girls in the front row at a KISS concert.&nbsp; He moved the blade in front of them in broad, sweeping, diagonal arcs, like he was trying to cut through a field of thick brush.&nbsp; Shit just started comin' off, right and left:&nbsp; there went somebody's arm; couple fingers off that guy; look out for that one's guts, they're spillin' all over.&nbsp; He stopped to give some drunk, loudmouthed women a little beauty surgery, liberating one from her oversized nose and giving the other a free breast reduction.<br><br>Pretty soon both Mickey and Mal were dripping with other people's blood; it was spurtin' around so much, there was just no way to avoid it.&nbsp; They looked like a pair of kids who'd been playing in the mud after a big rainshower, 'cept their mud was red instead of brown.&nbsp; All screamin' and google-eyed with terror, the crowd started taking the hint after a while and pushed forward to get to the door, but there was only one way out and too many fat rednecks in the way.<br><br>Plodding through the growing pile of moanin', hacked-up bodies, the murderous pair made it within about ten feet of the exit, before the sound of a gunshot to the ceiling stopped 'em dead in their tracks.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking about twenty feet over to the bar counter, they saw the blonde bartender standing on top of it, one eye all purple and swollen shut, the other lookin' down the barrels of a shotgun pointed right at Mickey's head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 05:46:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; The cacophony of terrified cries and screams from those who had unfortunately been in Mickey's way as he tried to valiantly escort Malory out of harms way, suddenly became very blurry and dimmed, as if it was all background noise now as Mallory's entire attention and focus zeroed in on the blonde bimbo behind the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Damnit!&nbsp; I shoulda kicked her ass in the very beginning!" she said in an annoyed whisper.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; By the way Mickey was standing next to Mallory, it put him in the direct line of that bitch's sights and although she knew Mickey would try and protect her by using his own body if necessary, she'd be damned if she'd just sit back and allow him to get hurt.&nbsp; The crowd had simmered down somewhat, feeling more at ease now that "one of their own" appeared to have the upper hand in the situation.&nbsp; Mallory moved just an inch closer to Mickey and grabbed his hand as she prepared to whisper the plan she'd come up with, which she figured had a 1 in 10 chance of success- maybe higher since the bimbo <em>was</em> working with only one good eye.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Yet, before Mallory's mouth even began to open,&nbsp; the sound of sirens pierced the air- and didn't sound too far away. With a smirk she just couldn't hide, Mallory stepped around and stood in front of Mickey and looked straight down the barrel of the gun &nbsp;" Well,&nbsp; what'cha gonna do now?" Mal said as the theme song from COPS played through her head making her snicker, &nbsp;" You gonna shoot or what?"&nbsp; She could see the rage in the womans eyes, her mind likely racing through her different options trying to decide if she could do it and still get away with it.&nbsp; &nbsp;" I dare ya!" Mal laughed as she felt Mickey carefully pulling her backwards through the door until they were far enough to turn and run without fear of getting hit if she did shoot.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Run baby!!" <br><br>And they did- hand in hand into the night........&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 11:18:28</strong>
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				By the time they made it back to their motel room, neither of the homicidal lovebirds were looking their best:&nbsp; both were dripping with sweat from the run over, and they were still sticky with the blood of about a dozen victims.&nbsp; Mickey knew it wouldn't be long before the cops canvassed the area for suspects, so they really ought to just get the hell out of there as fast as possible, but the problem was, after all that hacking and slashing and whooping and drinking and watching his one true love almost take a bullet for him ... well ... he was horny, is all.<br><br>One thing he had working in his favor (even though he had no way of knowing it) was the utter incompetence of the local constabulary.&nbsp; The new Ocala sheriff was just starting his third week on the job.&nbsp; One look inside the roadhouse and he had to go straight out back and throw up.&nbsp; Right alongside him came his veteran deputy, who in spite of his superior experience had never personally dealt with anything worse than a convenience store stickup or a domestic dispute.&nbsp; The ambitious rookie sheriff was determined to save face, however, and worse yet, he saw an opportunity for fame in his pursuit of these vicious murderers.&nbsp; So, instead of immediately calling in the state po-po like he was supposed to, he insisted on conducting the preliminary investigation using just the local force.&nbsp; <br><br>It being the middle of the night in a podunk town, there wasn't even a reporter on hand to publicize the incident.&nbsp; While the hick cops were steeling their stomachs, gathering evidence at the crime scene, and conducting witness interviews, the culprits had a little over an hour before proper inquiries would be made at nearby places of lodging.<br><br>The respite turned out to be quite fortunate for Mickey, who couldn't resist the opportunity to hop in the motel room shower with his girl, soap her down, and put it to her.&nbsp; What red-blooded male could resist a death-defyin', rabble-rousin', tight-ass-havin', blood-and-gore spattered, up-for-most-anything, lathered-up naked sexpot like Mal?&nbsp; Plus he had to do somethin' to work off all the adrenaline from cuttin' up a whole pile of rednecks and then almost getting shot in the face.&nbsp; A little fuckin' was the only way to go.<br><br>(Plus it was an excellent shower with one of those adjustable heads that kinda gave you a massage, with the real good water pressure?&nbsp; You just gotta make the most of that.)<br><br>After their second ravenous multi-orgasmic fuck-session in as many days, Mickey discovered with some surprise that the otherwise impeccable motel room was undersupplied with bath towels.&nbsp; For some reason there was only the one large-size towel for him, plus a bunch of those little hand towels that weren't good for much.&nbsp; Naturally, he wanted only the best for his baby, so he wrapped the one towel around his wet body and headed for the lobby to procure another one for Mal.&nbsp; He promised her to be right back, and meanwhile she could enjoy the steamy spray and prune a little.<br><br>It didn't occur to either of them that the little piece of jailbait in the motel office had snuck into their room while they were out and removed some of the towels on purpose, in the hopes of luring the studly visitor back into the lobby for just that reason.&nbsp; His sexy state of undress just made the plan she had in mind for him all the more convenient.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 06:33:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; When the water started to turn tepid on it's way to cold, Mallory turned it off and did her best to dry off with a few of the miniscule white hand towels.&nbsp; She figured it had had been a good twenty to thirty minutes since Mickey had left and she was starting to get worried.&nbsp; <em> OhGod!&nbsp; What if he was spotted by the cops? </em> Mal knew, without a doubt that he'd try to lead them away from her, that he'd fight to his own death in order to protect her.&nbsp; Which was the precise reason she quickly got dressed in a fresh, clean pair of jeans, threw on a black, short sleeved t-shirt -sans her bra- and went out looking for him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She figured she'd stop in at the motel's lobby first, since that's where he was heading when he left to get more towels.&nbsp; Mallory looked about carefully before she headed down the outer hallway that faced the nearly empty parking lot where Mickey's pride and joy was parked beneath a busted out streetlight.&nbsp; <em> I swear! If he went and got himself caught and either hurt or thrown in jail...I will kick his fine ass myself!</em> she thought to herself as she made her way down the old, rickety stairway that led to the parking lot which was right next to the front office.&nbsp; She could see from this distance that the lights in the lobby were still on,&nbsp; which wasn't surprising since,&nbsp; she assumed,&nbsp; most motels stayed open 24 hours.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The soles of her boots tread lightly on the cracked and crumbling asphalt as she approached the glass front doors of the small, outdated office.&nbsp; She stepped out from the buildings shadowed cover and opened the door which caused the bell attached to it to "tinkle", announcing her presence.&nbsp; Yet as she looked around, she didn't <em>see </em> anyone behind the front counter or anywhere else for that matter.&nbsp; However, she did <em>hear</em> something that made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck&nbsp; stand on end.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The guttural and obvious sexually induced groans that stung her ears with familiarity came from an open doorway just to the left of the front desk.&nbsp; <em> Please...no</em> she repeated like a mantra over and over in her mind, hoping like hell she was wrong.&nbsp; As she rounded the counter, she stopped suddenly as her stomach threatened to empty itself of it's contents at the sound of Mickey's voice...<em>her Mickey</em> moaning with pleasure, &nbsp;" Yeah...that's it..."&nbsp; And when she finally stood in the doorway and looked inside, the sight of him,&nbsp; naked with some slut's mouth attached to his dick,&nbsp; shocked her all the way to her soul.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" M...Mickey?&nbsp; Oh My God!!" she cried out, &nbsp;" YOU SON OF A FUCKIN', WHORIN' BITCH!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&nbsp; she screamed at him then ran out as fast as her legs would carry her. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:49:33</strong>
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				<em>Dink-adink-dink.&nbsp; Di-dink. </em><br><br>If she'd just done her job like she was supposed to, and answered when the door rang like that, Shannon "Sissy" Dupree might still be alive today.&nbsp; How could she have known how Mickey was going to react?<br><br>But after four years of disappointingly small or short-lasting penises from Pittman High, Forest High, and even West Port High down in Silver Springs Shores, well, Sissy felt like she'd really hit the big time.&nbsp; She wasn't about to let go of that cock just to check some sweaty potbellied trucker into a hotel room.&nbsp; No, she was determined to show this gorgeous stud what she was capable of; she was gonna make this one of his best blowjobs <em>ever</em>.<br><br>"Big time" was the right words for it, too:&nbsp; "big" because, well, Mickey wasn't particularly large in terms of height or muscles, but he had more than his fair share in the way of masculine endowment.&nbsp; And "time" because Sissy just sucked and sucked and sucked 'till her lips got all sore and tingly and all her lip gloss had worn off, and he just never seemed ready.&nbsp; She'd never seen anything like it; he outlasted all her junior high and high school boys by a good 15 or 20 minutes (well, except for Wade Davis, the running back from West Port High, but she didn't count him 'cause he'd had to pull out finally and finish with his own hand).<br><br>Anyways, suckin' on a full-grown man's penis -- not even a college boy, but full-grown like her Cousin Jessie, or her Pa even -- it kinda made Sissy feel all sophisticated and sexy, like some actress or model from the movies, so she wasn't about to let go till she felt that gooey warm spurtin' on the back of her tongue.&nbsp; Plus he'd just gotten outta the shower, so his bare chest and six-pack was all glistening and hard, and he tasted all fresh and minty from the nice scented soap they had in all the bathrooms.<br><br>That explained her side of it, at least.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, before you go lookin' down your nose at old Mickey for cheatin' on his one true love, you gotta understand:&nbsp; Mickey Sewell was a 23-year-old man, and this tight piece of jailbait had practically latched onto his dick as soon as he got into the hotel lobby.&nbsp; He'd had to kind of drag her back into the office with him or else she woulda sucked him off right there at the front desk.&nbsp; There ain't many men at that age that could pass up a totally free, spur-of-the-moment, no-strings-attached blowjob from a hot little slut like Sissy Dupree.&nbsp; Plus this wasn't no innocent sweet-16 virgin or nothin', this girl knew what she was doin':&nbsp; usin' both her hands on his shaft and balls, and starin' up at him the whole time, all wide-eyed, just like in a porn video.&nbsp; She'd been well-trained by some boy or other, or maybe an older girlfriend had taught her all the tricks.<br><br><em>Dink-adink-dink.&nbsp; Di-dink. </em><br><br>Gettin' treated like a grown-up sexy whore was all well and good for little Sissy, except she hadn't reckoned on Mickey's temperament, or on just how much he really liked that girl back in his hotel room.&nbsp; 'Cause see, Mickey heard that tinkling sound too, and even though he'd had his eyes shut at that particular moment so's he could focus on the wet feeling, he had just enough sense to wonder for a split second if Mal might of come lookin' for him, 'cause he'd been gone so long.&nbsp; (Speakin' of taking so long, it wasn't like Mickey was trying to impress the little slut with his stamina or anything; he'd have just as soon gotten it over with as quick as possible, but he'd just come from a marathon three-orgasm shower fuck with Mal, so he didn't exactly have a fourth just waitin' to come out.&nbsp; It was going to take a little time and effort, even for a 23-year-old.)&nbsp; Anyways that split-second thought had come to him, that maybe he should pull out and make sure it wasn't Mal out there in the lobby ... but, I mean, Sissy even knew how to make a nice sexy moan, like she was all turned-on by what she was doin' -- this kinda girl coulda made a Baptist preacher forget all about the Lord.&nbsp; Poor Mickey didn't stand a chance.&nbsp; He put that thought of Mal right out of his mind as fast as it had occurred to him, and went right back to humping Sissy Dupree's sweet mouth.<br><br>That's what really set Mickey off the worst, was that second when he coulda done the right thing and stopped cheatin' on his girl, or at least not gotten caught at it, but he'd just put the thought right outta his mind.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he heard the words:&nbsp; <strong>"... SON OF A FUCKIN', WHORIN' ..."</strong>&nbsp; She'd been screamin' so loud and fast that he couldn't even make out everything she said, but he didn't need to; he saw the hurt in his baby-girl's eyes, the way she looked at him like he was lower than the lowest scum-sucking motherfuckin' dirtbag in the whole world.&nbsp; And Mickey loved that girl, he really did, even though his insatiable 23-year-old cock didn't act like it.<br><br>He saw the hurt in his baby-girl's eyes, and he saw her go tearin' out the front door of the lobby, and he heard it for the second time.<br><br><em>Dink-adink-dink.&nbsp; Di-dink. </em><br><br>There was the sound of Mickey Sewell's betrayal, the sound of his low-down shame, just remindin' him what a bastard he was.&nbsp; And not only that, but it ruined his erection on the spot; he'd been having trouble getting it to cum for him anyway, it being his fourth time in a row and all, so when the guilt came down on his head, the hard went right out of his penis.<br><br>This turned out to not be such a good thing for Shannon "Sissy" Dupree.&nbsp; 'Cause see, the only thing worse than being a guilt-ridden hell-raising homicidal maniac, is being a guilt-ridden hell-raising homicidal maniac with a sudden case of blue balls (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_balls).<br><br>Mickey looked down at the stupid google-eyed bitch who'd just ruined his whole life and was still suckin' away on his sore dick even though it was already gettin' soft and there was no way it was going to cum for her.&nbsp; He got a fistful of Sissy Dupree's hair in one hand and held her head still, right there in place, so she couldn't move none or get his cock out of her mouth even if she tried.&nbsp; Then with his other hand, Mickey reached over to the old-style red rotary phone (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/Red_Rotary_Phone.jpg) on the motel office desk.<br><br>By the time he was done bringing it down on her head, there was nothing left of the phone except the heavy metallic base; and there was nothing left of her head except a caved-in indention where her brain used to be.&nbsp; It looked kinda like a bowl of cherry pudding (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/Cherry_Pudding.jpg).&nbsp; And the weirdest part of it was -- even though, with all the adrenaline, he didn't remember exactly when it happened, afterwards -- it turned out that somewhere during all that smashing, he got off that fourth orgasm after all, right down Sissy Dupree's throat.<br><br>Mickey found where the extra hotel towels were, and used one of them to wipe all the blood and gore and bits of Sissy's brain off his naked body.&nbsp; Then he wrapped another towel around his waist and went out looking for his woman.&nbsp; He still felt ashamed, but his blood was pumpin', too, from what he'd just done.&nbsp; Although he had to admit, it <em>was </em>one of his best blowjobs ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Natural Born Killers ( Bella &amp; Rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 09:36:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Mal ran without knowing <em>or caring</em> where she was going.&nbsp; All she knew was that she couldn't look back,<em> couldn't stop</em>- as if she could somehow outrun the pain that threatened to destroy her.&nbsp; She stubbornly ignored the burning in her thighs as she cut through a seedy looking residential street, allowing the physical ache to temporarily reign<br>supreme over the ache deep in her soul.&nbsp; But even that pain she couldn't tolerate much longer and after reaching the end of the neighborhood and coming upon a side street that was as deserted as the rest of the town, she finally slowed down and stopped as her legs gave way beneath her and she collapsed against the side of a 2-story brick building. <br><br>&nbsp; Once she managed to catch her breath, she took a quick survey of her surroundings, noting that she had managed to find her way to the main road that ran right through town, the same road she and Mickey had driven down upon their arrival in the&nbsp; slut-filled, podunk town.&nbsp; A sob she couldn't withold tore free from her throat as the image of Mickey standing so beautiful in all his naked glory beneath the harsh&nbsp; fluorescent lighting of the motel lobby, his head thrown back-his eyes closed up tight,&nbsp; <em>enjoying</em>&nbsp; having his cock sucked by that fucking little whore replayed like a broken record over and over in her head.&nbsp; What possibly made it even worse was the fact that she hadn't ever gone down on him herself, which only added to her heartache.&nbsp; And yet as she stood up and dusted the dirt from her ass, she realized that the well of tears she'd cried from had seemingly dried up.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She headed south, towards a neon lit sign that flashed <em> 24 HR. </em><em>MOVIE &amp; GAME&nbsp; RENTAL</em> in dull yellow and red lights.&nbsp; She walked at a steady pace, fueled by the growing anger that crept in to replace her pain and sadness.&nbsp; <em>That son of a bitch, bastard!!</em> her mind raged, <em> How could he do that to me?&nbsp; He said he <strong>loved</strong> me!!</em>&nbsp; Then suddenly, a thread of doubt crept into those thoughts, making her pause,&nbsp; <em> Maybe she was the one to blame for ever believing him....afterall, what did an inexperienced girl like her have that could ever keep a man like Mickey happy and satisfied?</em><br><br>&nbsp; That sobering and defeatest thought remained in the forefront of her mind as she reached the video store, where much to her surprise,&nbsp; she saw a group of guys standing around a big screen t.v. taking turns playing a video game as she looked through the front plate glass window.&nbsp; It didn't take long before one out of the group of about 5 or 6 noticed her standing there before she found herself being ushered inside to join them.&nbsp; She instantly lost her somber mood as they showered her with flirtatious looks and comments about her beauty and "sexy as hell little body", she even allowed&nbsp; some light petting which only increased their excitement as they completely lost all interest in their silly video game.&nbsp; Eventually, one of the guys lit up a joint and although she'd never smoked pot before in her life, they easily persuaded her to partake in some "harmless" toking until she was well and truly stoned out of her mind.&nbsp; It was then,&nbsp; that things became much more heated and the "light petting" from before quickly turned heavy and aggressive.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The room began to spin as Mal found herself lying flat on her back, her thoughts a jumbled mass of chaotic images that resembled some bizarre T.V. sitcom from the 70's&nbsp; while she stared up at&nbsp; the filthy cracked ceiling tiles as one of the men helped himself to a feast between her legs.&nbsp; She giggled as he fumbled with his tongue in a misguided attempt to pleasure her until she finally sighed in frustration and sat up, pushing his shaggy head away from her.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Nice try...but not good enough" she said with laughter in her voice.&nbsp; It was, apparently, not the best thing to say to him especially in front of his friends because the next thing she knew he backhanded her <em>hard</em> across the face as the rest of the guys cheered him on.&nbsp; Mal sat stunned for a minute or two, blood pouring down her face as&nbsp; the guy who'd just signed his own death warrant, jerked out his tiny dick and with a smug look on his face swaggered towards her.&nbsp; Now, she figured she'd only have one chance to teach him his lesson and so she pushed back her fear as much as possible as he approached and grabbed her by her hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Now you're&nbsp; gonna apologize bitch by sucking my cock real good and hard....you got it?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She nodded meekly, as she opened her mouth and took his pencil thin dick into her mouth....... and then bit down <em>hard</em>,&nbsp; until her teeth bit all the way through. <br><br>&nbsp; Mal spit his penis out of her mouth right as his friends jumped her all at once.....&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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