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    dots Submission Name: An Old Lady with a Blue Toothdots
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    Author: MaxHam
    ASL Info:    20/m/NH USA
    Elite Ratio:    2.43 - 60/131/105
    Words: 1230
    Class/Type: Story/Dark
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       No, the title has nothing to do with the story...or does it? Well either way this is the most fucked up piece of literature I have ever written thoughts, comments critiques etc are appreciated I wanna know how good or bad you think it is.


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    dotsAn Old Lady with a Blue Toothdots
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    They were doing what teenagers do best: having sex while under the influence of alcohol at a party on the weekend. Greg, he wasn't the smartest or coolest guy but he knew what to do and how to do it. Marcia was a hot blond cheerleader with a good cup size and a twig-like figure. She was previously a virgin. She had more to drink than Greg and was very impressionable because she was so drunk. As Greg removed his pants Marcia got scared and joyful at the same time. He got all over Marcia touching her breasts under her bram kissing her lips and rubbing against her. She was not ready to give it up but she was too drunk to care. As he removed her bright blue thong from her waist she closed her eyes. He shoved his penis into her vagina like a sledgehammer on a nail and she gave a huge screaming moan. He pounded harder and harder and put his hands on the bed near her head with a big smile on his face. Her eyes shot open and all she could see was his huge smiling grin with his yellowish-white teeth showing and his muscles bulging. After five minutes it was over and he wouldn't stop touching her.
    "Stop it!" She said as he continued to fondle her. The room began to get hot and she couldn't stop sweating. He then grasped both her breasts like he was tuning a radio and then began to laugh.
    "And that is where I woke up, Doc!" Greg said sitting in his Psychiatrist's chair.
    "It sounds like you have a lot of sexual tension with this Marcia."
    "That's the thing, I don't know any Marcias!"
    "Well, sometimes in dreams we create representations of people or things we want that resemble someone or something we have never known."
    "Sometimes, I can't tell the different between dream and reality."
    "That, we will have to work on!" The doctor said.

    As he drove on his way home from his psychiatrist's office he heard a strange noise and noticed a four-door car crashed into a telephone pole. He pulled over and got out to see what happened. It was a sixteen year old driver with her thirteen year old sister who just slipped off the road into a telephone pole after speeding over a patch of black ice. Greg quickly ran over to see if the two young ladies were ok. Neither one of them were harmed but a little mixed up from the impact of the crash.
    "Do you girls have a cell phone to call someone?"
    "No." They innocently replied.
    "Well, why don't I give you ladies a ride to the police station?"
    "All right!" The girl said perky nudging her little sister to go first. They both climbed into his three seater pickup-truck and he got into the driver's seat put the truck into drive and they drove away from the slightly destroyed four door car.

    The thirteen year old girl's name was Priscilla, she was a chubby red head and very naive. Her older sister was Laura, a skinny brunette who was also naive. Greg looked at them suspiciously as he drove there was an akward silence that filled the truck. He then began to grin and put his hand on Priscilla's left breast.
    "Hey! What the Hell!?" She said as she struggled to get his hand off of her. Laura then grabbed his hand and put it on her own lap and smiled. He drove them to a poorly run hotel and pulled out his father's revolver from the glove compartment and pointed it at them.
    "You two are coming with me!" He said in a nasty tone. They got out of the truck and went right to the front desk.
    "Hello, my good sir! My lady friends and I need a room to stay the night!" He slapped fifty dollars on the desk and the clerk gave him a key to room number seven. They rushed to the door with a seven on it and he unlocked it and forced both girls onto the two twin beds in the room. Laura was enjoring every minute of it but Priscilla was scared out of her mind. Laura layed on the bed and ripped off Greg's pants causing him to drop the revolver by the bed near Priscilla and began sucking his penis. After he came she swallowed and then ripped off her own clothes and her sister's clothes as well and she began making out with Priscilla naked while Greg inserted his penis into her butt. Priscilla struggled not wanting her sister kissing her so intimately. Greg then moved Laura to the side and rammed his penis into Priscilla's vagina as hard as he could putting his right hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. He rammed her as Laura fingered herself to the sight of Greg fucking her sister. He then grabbed the revolver from the floor and shot Priscilla in the head killing her. He then turned to Laura, which was then screaming and crying, and shot her in the heart killing her as well. Then he laughed maniacally and continued to fuck Priscilla's dead body. He then woke up sweating heavily and hyperventalating.
    "What the HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!?"

    The next day he went straight to his psychiatrist and told him his dream.
    "It sounds like you are torn between two loves and you can't decide at all."
    "That sounds like it could be right."
    "You cannot take dreams literally, Greg. They are just a compilation of random thoughts." After the comfort of his therapist he went home. His mom was cooking food on the stove and looked at him and smiled and said
    "Hey, Greg! Where is your sister?"
    "I don't know..." He said a bit annoyed she asked him about his sister and not his own life. His mom never cared for him like she did for his sister. His father wasn't home like usual so he went to his room. Then he got a tingle in his arm and the next thing he knew he had a kitchen knife in one hand and his mother's head in the other. His sister walked into the house and noticed the horrible act he had done and screamed.

    Alone and cold in his rubber padding room he sang the patty cake song to himself. The wall opened and a guard appeared in the door way.
    "It's time to see your psychiatrist, freak!" He then dragged him into his psychiatrists room.
    "Greg, did you have anymore dreams about the terrible things you have done?"
    "Yes....doc....I killed my mother in my last dream....?" He asked.
    "Indeed Gregory that is not good at all! But you can't remember it because of your condition, can you?"
    "No..." He replied shaking a lot.





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      oh holly [censored].. man that was incredible.. like some hitchock or tales from the crypt stuff..

    u sud not encourage child abuse on such things.. jst make that part of two sisters as twin sisters and man u rock.

    this is great stuff to read and i noticed only one typo there.

    | Posted on 2007-06-07 00:00:00 | by rawpot | [ Reply to This ]


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