Girl at Play
By kickfan, s.adamdrake@att.net
Heidi takes an impromptu bus ride to satisfy an urge.


Heidi flirtingly prances out the club entrance into the bustling and noisy
rush- hour streets. She grins as she looks back through the pane glass window
at the group of men inside shaking their heads in disbelief from what they had
witnessed here once again. Her two-hour plus workouts are as impossibly
challenging as erotic to watch; her adorable nose, scrunching up as she grits
her teeth and grunts sexy little exhales through each controlled movement,
working continuously with little if any break between sets and exercises. Her
training discipline and dedicated mind set is one that rivals most
professional bodybuilders and fitness athletes. It is disconcerting to the
hard- core gym rats back inside to see a mere teen girl commit to this level
of training with such tenacity and uncommon strength. They can only stare in
awe of her and that compact, perfectly muscled body; so young and strong, so
amazing.

By normal parameters, she should feel wiped out from the exertion; any average
person would be, but Heidi is anything but average. Even now, as she struts
down the street, the nubile minx pulsates with untapped energy. The
stimulating workout brings forth a carnal sensation of vitality, as if an
invisible puissance coats her taut physique making her invulnerable. The
vascular torrents within her silky tan flesh induce an acute awareness of the
athletic dominance she holds over the slower, weaker adults around her, not
that they would let themselves believe such a thing merely by observing her.
Yes, she looks extraordinarily fit for a teen, shapely muscled, head to toe,
and maybe that pronounced sweep of her thighs is a bit intimidating, but after
all, she is still just a girl, right? Heidi thinks about this fallacy; "just a
girl" she scoffs at their ignorance, pity is all she can muster as they scurry
about like silly insipid drones; they have no clue. To this girl, they are
animate toys to play with, and break at will when the aberrant cravings take
hold, like at this very moment. It had been building for days, possibly for
weeks now. The marathon workouts at the gym and the practice sessions in her
basement studio had not quenched this need, this hunger; just temporarily
appeased it. Heidi instinctively stops in her tracks; her looks turn dark,
aggressive. A sound triggers her response, the vibrant teen spins around and
dashes toward the busy intersection to catch a rapidly approaching metro bus,
not aware of its route or its ultimate destination; her only concern is with
the potential on board.

In contrast to the innocuous compulsions that befall most girls her age; i.e.
shopping, the latest trends and styles, high school dates and cliques, this
passion for sexual gratification through harm is corrupt and irrepressible.
The egocentric motives that invoke these erotic impulses are as much an enigma
to her as they are consuming.

As expected, the rush hour leaves standing room only for the ride. The cocky
fem-fatale's luminous eyes flash inside, the business suits and city people
packed en masse seem like a pathetic herd of cattle awaiting slaughter. A
conniving smile of 'I just knew it' satisfaction lightens her smoldering
demeanor. 'It's a fucking Toyland of ready meat', the darkness maliciously
whispers to her inducing an amused giggle upon observing a dominant throng of
men aboard. Weary, but curious eyes dart at her from all over as she
nonchalantly drops her change, scanning the passengers with aloof peripheral
vision. The fired up hardbody presses through the congested aisle with an
arrogant smirk, keenly attuned to the covetous fantasies that are churning in
these lascivious minds by her brief presence. The saucy high school student is
far too confident and absorbed to allow this blatant ogling threaten or even
bother her, in fact, she feeds off the lustful energy. In the blink of an eye,
she can easily disable, maim or kill any of them; she is that good.she's that
lethal. The ideas of unleashing her martially trained weapons make her
clam-tight mound throb and burn, urging her to satiate this 'sine qua non'.
The bus jerks in hasty starts and stops along its snaking path. Heidi
reluctantly allows hairy limbs and groping paws to benefit from the tight
quarters, soft older flesh brushes up against her harder young body as she
nudges through the menagerie of body odors. A beguiling sensual aroma of her
citrus scented perfume wafts like an aphrodisiac as she squeezes through,
counteracting the stagnant, bitter air. Heidi locates a clear spot and adopts
a cocky 'come and get it' stance. Her shoulders flare out wide exhibiting a
sexy concavity running the length of her back, her white leather trainers
spread out beyond her hips; the oversized red sweat socks bundle like leggings
around her shins. She grips a narrow metal pole with her left hand; arm bent
at the elbow, resting her right arm on top the black gym bag slung over her
wide shoulder.

She is scantily clad, ready for action, sporting a pair of curve hugging
'Daisy Dukes' cropped exceptionally high on her deadly golden gymnasts thighs,
the denim material barely contains her perky little muscle-butt, carved like a
sweet, ripe Macintosh. An over-thick cotton half-top drapes her athletic
shoulder, accentuating the v-shape of her torso, hanging freely over her lower
ribs, exposing the hard plates of her upper chest and her tiny fat-free waist.
To their chagrin, her ultra-flat washboard abdominals makes all very aware of
what a perfect shape looks like and how truly inferior they must appear. The
cute turn of phrase GIRL AT PLAY in bubblegum pink provocatively contrasts the
porcelain colored top, daringly scrolled over the grapefruit-sized contours of
her braless high-set breasts. Her breathtaking image leaves every male
awestruck with desire and ignorant to the foreboding double entendre on her
top.

The sultry hussy burns with a fascinating aura of insolent sex appeal, rare
physical poise, and playful innocence; the erotic anxiety she incites is
palpable and she knows it.

Heidi tilts her hip to the left and arches her shoulders back, simultaneously
accentuating the deep, athletic curve in her lower back and the cock-throbbing
protuberance of her tightly bunched bottom as she clenches it solid, sucking
in and crumpling the tough blue denim between her tenacious cheeks.

Sitting just before her on a plastic bench style wall-seat, a very
appreciative voyeur soaks in the youth's painfully evident charm. Heidi pays
no attention to him, gazing out the window just above his head with dreamy
eyes and an insouciant pout, wetting her full upper lip as she schemes. The
late afternoon sun shines warmly upon her radiant fresh face, glistens off the
cinnamon highlights of her silky neck-length tresses, parted loosely in the
middle, and hangs about her high cheekbones, framing her impertinent pouty
look. She casually shakes her head, fluffing the unruly short tangles away
from her eyes.

Without thought, she wrings the stiff aluminum shaft in a tight pulsing rhythm
with her calloused, sinewy hand. Her grip is incredibly strong, countless
routines on the uneven bars along with years of developing incapacitating
pressure point and submission inducing skills has created a grip strength that
contradicts her smallish hands and stature. Her wrist deliberately torques on
the pole, faintly rocking and bending her arm. The movement is effective and
visible; supple fibers in her tan limb twitch and engorge as the stimulating
pump creates a raised layer of vascular bundles and sun-bathed sinew.
Originating from the inside of her wrist, they course about the swell of her
forearm, converge into the tuck of her elbow continuing like a pulsing
tributary, navigating the crown of her curvaceous bicep. This effortless
little manipulation induces a cute sneer of narcissistic indulgence. Heidi
studies her arm as if thinking, 'damn, I'm so good at this little game'. She
looks around at the men staring at her, thinking, 'I look like an all-American
little honey in red, white and blue. They can only imagine what I would be
like to fuck; good luck suckers. I'm so much more trouble than you assholes
can begin to handle'. This notion stirs up an itchy dampness inside the
vixen's aching muffin, begging for wanton gratification. Nothing makes her
tingle this way like showing off her body to a captive audience, well --
almost nothing! Her deep cerulean eyes drift down to meet the middle-aged
business suit sitting below. The teen flashes a wicked toothy smile as she
catches him fixated by the arousing bronze muscles pulsing in her silky arm.
'Like it, don'tcha fucker', her inner voice whispers as her mind drifts off,
indulging herself further.

She yanks this old wimp up by his ugly tie, jerking his head around like a
balloon on a string, then whip-snaps him to the floor mounting his narrow back
like a jockey. She grins at his sorry form as she lowers her crotch, coiling
her legs around his jacketed arms, feeling their weakness, while leaning
forward to wrap her hungry pumped up arm under his feeble throat; his windpipe
instantly surrenders to her penetrating bicep. He is powerless to stop her;
she pulls hard to the side, throwing him violently on top of her, face up. He
is immobilized, his arms glued tight to his mushy waist by her excruciatingly
strong scissors lock, threatening to crush his ribcage as she clasps her
trainers tight around his soft middle. Flopping around like a beached tuna,
his fingers twitch and legs kick wildly. Heidi barks with delight, the much
older man is unable to either conjure up a breath or extricate himself from
this teenager's python like death-grip. Heidi grits her teeth and giggles
maniacally, self absorbed, as she cinches down with her legs, feeling his ribs
bend as she whispers softly in his bright red ear, 'time to go you old fuck'.
She playfully bites his crimson earlobe, then she torques back hard, arching
stiff, straining his neck with frightening strength, flexing her arm muscles,
garroting him to near fatal consequences. Her balled bicep works deeper and
deeper into his traumatized throat, while her locked leather trainers squeak
under the heavy torsion. Her scissors becomes frenzied bone-chew as she bucks
her hips violently, breathing heavy with aroused abandon behind his hideously
discolored ear. Heidi emits nasty little grunts, sending injurious jolts
through his neck, ribs and spine simultaneously as she pulls him like meat on
a bone, in opposing directions. The yummy sounds of helpless death gurgles
bubble up from his throat, exciting Heidi further and signaling the end is
near; her breathing intensifies, she moans in animalistic ecstasy, grinding
her throbbing clit tight against his bulging spine. Suddenly, the synchronized
crunch; his cervical and thoracic vertebrae separate, emitting a muted
buckling sound and puts an abrupt end to his futile struggle. Heidi pays no
mind; she continues the pressure, reaching a mind-blowing orgasm as she feels
his ribs collapse between her pumping thighs like a bony house of cards. The
mental imagery is completely immersing.

Taken aback by her aroused, sinister trance; a gaze that burns right through
his soul, the business man shifts his eyes away and clears his throat, causing
Heidi to snap out of her orgasmic daydream, licking her lips and blowing a
throaty exhale up to her brow, ruffling her long tangled bangs. She feels
flush and moist from the brief warped fantasy. Try as he may, his eyes cannot
escape the awesome spectacle of her impossibly built tan legs twitching just
inches before him. A lifetime of highly demanding physical activity paired
with rare genetics has created these legs; these erotically muscled works of
art. He gasps; not believing his eyes as she nonchalantly puts her right leg
forward and twitches it, fluttering the muscle to startling animation... Heidi
cocks her head and gives him a bold 'check this out' stare She suddenly locks
her undulating leg out stiff, causing the loose, fringed denim to pull tautly
against her upper quad; the deep contours of her disproportionately thick
thigh muscles separate and swell to a detailed coppery sheen. Heidi giggles,
his blinking eyes indicate his incredulity as she listens to the low murmurs
of roused bewilderment from the cramped onlookers. Her advanced supple
development is unfamiliar and incongruent to her markedly youthful looks,
mesmerizing the curious inferiors. Most people guess her age, based upon that
innocent fresh face, to be even younger than seventeen- years. It's a quality
Heidi uses with expert skill to confound her prey. How could a girl so young
have such a 'killer' physique? Killer indeed.

"Yeah, that's right folks, deal with it" the petite teen whispers almost
inaudibly with an haughty smile, sensing the circling stares as she reacts to
the bus' hasty stop by reflexively raising up on the toes of her gummy soles.
Her heavily bunched socks curl about the cushioned openings covering a good
part of her shins, and then exposing her defined fibrous Achilles, fluting up
and outward as they defer to her mind-blowing calves. Ballet lessons at the
age of three, a dozen years of competitive gymnastics, a decade of obsessive
martial arts training and near daily weight lifting sessions over the past
three years have honed these typically undersized leg muscles for most people
into a succulent pair of wide, chiseled diamonds; the total envy of both
sexes. Heidi pulses up and down in her trainers for kicks, knotting the
densely muscled bulges on the backs of her legs. The inverted heart shaped
gastrocnemii outline in an inch deep border as she arches her feet to peak
summit. The vascular definition surfaces; pumped streams appear, surging with
blood under the taut translucent skin around her hard, protruding golden
calves. Heidi closes her eyes, enthralled by the delicious warm throb, beating
a rhythm through her lower legs. She closes her eyes, smiling with slightly
clenched teeth, remembering some of the damage she has done with these legs.

He stands directly behind her, taking a fatal interest in the teen's
phenomenal attributes, as he will shortly discovers. The long probing fingers
of a much too friendly hand presses sideways into the crease of her firm perky
butt. A stinky baritone breathe whispers in her ear, "Love your message baby;
I'll play with you anytime". Heidi's lip curls, disgusted, but does not show
it by flinching from the sudden intrusion; she simply presses her ultra hard
bottom snug against his appendage, tightening up her denim-clad orbs around
his bony fingers, bringing on an instant moan of erotic pain from the
stranger. Her incredibly tight little ass imprisons his hand like a fleshy
bear trap. She tilts her bouncy short mane back without looking at him and
whispers sweetly, "I really do love to play", toying with him, and adding a
coy little girl giggle. Heidi bites down fiercely on his hand with her bottom
before suddenly releasing his tingling whitened fingers. Heidi adds, "Maybe
some other time, hmmm?", as she leans forward, studying his vague but
obviously confused expression in the reflection before her, examining his
hand, flexing feeling back into his fingers. She smiles, thinking, 'yeah, we
will play alright'.

The rest of the journey goes by without incident or comment. The once
potential prospect of the businessman is now a forgotten memory; he will never
know his good fortune. Only the lanky visage in the reflection matters to
Heidi now. The distorted voice of the bus driver comes over the intercom "last
stop, Highland Park & Ride, everybody have a nice day now". The quivering teen
giggles quietly, appreciating the inside joke of that corny inane expression.
Heidi stalls for a few seconds as the remaining passenger get off. He shifts
his eyes at her as he shuffles hesitantly, hoping for some indication of
interest. She ignores him, fumbling for nothing in her gym bag, as he finally
lumbers to the front exit, shaking his head, dejected. Heidi peers out the
window, face lowered, her bangs hanging with a dark upward glance, watching
the direction of her frustrated mark. The girl sees her opportunity, slips
quickly off the rear exit, and weaves through the parking lot like a prowling
ninja; she moves in stealthy light steps toward his plodding lanky form. He is
very tall but looks slight, weak to the girl... very easy prey. Heidi takes
notice of her excellent fortune; his very remote parking spot obscured any
chance of interruption or observed by curious eyes. "Ooh, looks like an SUV
man, oh goody", Heidi snickers sarcastically to herself as she approaches,
casually dropping her gym bag. He points his key chain and unlocks the vehicle
with a double chirp. He hears a husky dark voice speak softly, "Hey fuck-head,
remember me?" He turns his head to the familiar young timbre, surprised by her
presence. Right then, his world changes forever. He never saw it coming; the
blur of her white trainer whips flush through his face like a homerun swing. A
high-pitched "Kiiiaah" accompanies the impact from the sexy aggressor. His
head snaps back the way it came, followed by his body twirling out of control.
Heidi's amazing flexibility and strength allows her to perform any kick in her
arsenal up to 180-degree angle with full power; she easily reaches his 6'4"
height without strain. Her full split kick rips through his face with furious
force, dislocating his jaw as his lanky form spins back, and stumbles face
first into his truck with a heavy thud. His jaw goes instantly numb and
immobile as if shot with Novocain, he cannot cry out, just moan loudly. Heidi
does not hesitate to keep him silent. Her eyes are ablaze with animal fury as
she thrusts her left arm straight out, slamming his spine with a hard palm
strike, temporarily pinning his chest to the truck. The sensation of striking
bone and tissue once again bring a sadistic giggle of joy. She has practiced
this scenario a thousand times in front of her bedroom mirror and in her
basement dojo, using the heavy bag as target practice; no stuffed leather bag
can compare to the real thing. Her skills are mechanical, reflexive; Heidi
widens her stance, squaring her shoulders, holding him at bay with her rigid
left arm as her right fist peppers his flank with a series of sharp uppercuts.
Quick breathy exhales, "sha-sha-sha", sound with each body shot, evoking
abrupt involuntary grunts from the hapless man. The lightning fast strikes
work their magic. His knees buckle under duress, she flips her hair back with
a cocky look, letting him collapses to one knee with his swelling jaw agape,
unable to catch his breath; the intense throbbing sensation in his kidney is
overwhelming. He paws at his back with a quivering hand, attempting to rub
away the searing pain, groping for the side window ledge with the other. Heidi
giggles, watching as he attempts to correct himself. She nimbly prances
sideways to his back left while shifting her stance; then leaping forward, she
whips her right knee up to the backside of his head. She belts out a furious
exhale as it connects with the base of his skull, "kiiiaah!" She jams his face
flat against the black side- panel, buckling the metal with the raw force of
the impact. His arms dangle to his sides like a string-less marionette. He is
out cold, still propped on one knee, saliva mixed with blood smears from his
nose and mouth as she releases his head and he slumps to his left, sliding
down the door. Heidi dances back, rolling her head, loosening up, wanting much
more; it was too damn quick. The worked up teen realizes he isn't moving
anymore, "shit, dropped you cold, just like that you easy fuck", she snaps her
fingers giggling at the slumped form as she crouches down, whispering as if he
was listening, "should just do you right now". The put off teen lifts her knee
up and positions her heel high above his neck, lips pursed, ready stop stomp
him dead. She peers into the side view mirror, checking the parking lot; all
clear. Heidi holds her foot up, cocking her head sideways and ponders the idea
for a second, seething "nah, not yet"

She collects her gym bag and unzips the side compartment. She grabs a small
box similar to a bandage container. The girl opens it and pulls out a white
nylon covered capsule; placing it under his bleeding nose, she cracks it. The
powerful aroma of ammonia fills the air, smelling salts. Heidi grins
sadistically as his face twitches back to life, blinking his eyes as he comes
out of the concussion, hearing the familiar voice again. "Hey asshole, you are
sooo totally easy."

The 6'4" man realizes with fear and arousal that this gorgeous petite girl
from the bus is somehow responsible for his compromising state. His manly
pride temporarily wins out as he pushes her aside and lumbers slowly up. Heidi
giggles at him, shaking her head, as she dances on the balls of her feet,
holding her arms loose, smirking at him in a 'come and get it, show me
something fucker, fight me' look, awaiting his surely pathetic attack. Every
muscle in her physique is animate; her bare abdominals undulate with her
excited breaths. Every sinewy limb surges with lethal power, completely at her
skilled command.

"Little cunt, I'll kill you for this" Trying to intimidate her with his
one-hundred pound and foot-plus size advantage, he belts out this ridiculous
threat the best he can with a severely dislocated jaw. He lurches awkwardly
from the side of the SUV directly at her but Heidi is much too fast; he never
stood a chance. His arms extend down to grab her neck, expecting her to panic
or back up, maybe run, but things go quite the opposite.

She gives him a glance of contempt as she skips and skips forward leaping up
to meet him, reaching impossible height directly over his head. He looks up in
surprise as she unloads a devastating palm strike into his nose, "yiiiaah!"
obliterating it, crushing the cartilage and nearly killing him with a single
violent blow by sending shards of nose fragments into the nasal cavity to his
brain. Heidi held back some, she could kill him easily using full
'brick-shattering' power but she cares not to end him so quickly without
inflicting pain and suffering

The impact sends him reeling backward into the door of his vehicle once more,
screaming in dire pain, but just for a moment. As he clutches the blood
gushing spot where his prominent hooknose was a second ago, tears streaming
down his face, Heidi silences his hideous attention-grabbing wails as she
nimbly side steps right at him and delivers a wicked sidekick into his throat.
Her sole of her white trainer blasts deeply into his pasty neck with board
breaking force, whipping the back of his head into the driver's door window
and spidering the tempered glass. The crunching sound of his larynx and Adams
Apple collapsing is clearly audible over the shatter of the window; Heidi is
more aroused than ever.

Her systematic destruction of this gangly older incompetent fuck is a twisted
form of foreplay to get her juices boiling; the sheer simplicity of tearing
his large but untrained, weak body apart is getting her sooo hot and achy, she
can hardly stand it. The deadly nymphet grits her teeth menacingly sexy as she
presses harder on his throat, inching her way toward him, punctuating his
impotent ability to stop her. Her sleek well-defined legs are in full vertical
split, subduing his goony body in a highly erotic pose, as she edges in
tighter and tighter with her plant foot, her extended leg pushing up and in,
bending back his chin to a dangerous angle over the hood of the truck. This
pressure induces the gruesome trauma in his throat to produce thick bloody
ooze from his parted lips. Air bubbling gore milks out his mouth as if she is
wringing blackberry jam from a sponge. "Still want to play with the little
girl mister?" Heidi asks in an evil-sweet tone, enjoying the sight of this
helpless man twitching in pain.

She deftly draws her leg down, instantly releasing her foothold on his neck.
The deadly teen saunters away, twitching her hard little bum cheeks mockingly
for him to enjoy and remember, the same perfect ass he unfortunately grabbed a
short time ago; it feels like years. He falls to his knees, taking deep
breaths, drooling blood and saliva, moaning in pain and terror, staring
through watery eyes at her deadly and powerful legs and feet. His eyes are
bulging, his mind awash with panic and mortal terror of this petite girl. He
is hardly able to draw air through his swollen mouth or former nostrils, let
alone a voice to beg with, cry for help, for his life. Heidi smiles at him; he
looks like an abused Great Dane, kneeling on all fours, as she skips toward
him. She springs high up into one of her favorite karate- gymnastic moves, a
front flipping kick. She throws herself forward, curling like a ball in the
air, and then whipping her extended legs over her head, she smashes the heels
of her speeding trainers down and through the back his cowering skull, like
two white little sledgehammers, "thwack!- thwack!". His forehead slams off the
pavement twice like a basketball, leaving a nasty gash and thick contusion
welting up immediately across his pale receding hairline.

Heidi stands before him and laughs at his truly pathetic state, this dope is
no more a challenge than a stuffed practice dummy. She prances right up to his
kneeling, swaying her hips, licking her lips seductively; her tan body
glistens with young lethal muscle. She stands over his trembling form, rocking
her bottom side to side and mercilessly grabs a clump of his sweaty hair,
yanking his head back so he has to look up long and hard into her bright
sapphire eyes. She cocks her head to the side, grinning mischievously, as she
surveys his injuries. "Oooh that must really hurt bad, all those yucky
bruises, humm mister?" she says sardonically as she pokes her strong little
fingers into his facial injuries, probing his face, bringing forth fresh
agonized whimpers; her panties soaked by the feeling of absolute domination.
"You really should be careful with who you fuck with, mister, you never know."

Mocking his harrowing plight and manhood, she slides her free hand down her
rigid rows of abdominals and under her Daisy Dukes, massaging her throbbing
tight canal only inches from his pulverized maw; she gyrates her hips in
rhythmic 'stripper' revolutions, brushing his face against the pungent denim
with each turn. "Bet you wish you never grabbed MY ass, hummm mister?" "You're
just a big old looser, aren't cha mister. Why would you think I'd want a big
weak fuck like you to EVER touch me?" Her voice sounds soft like honey but her
words cut through him like a straight razor.

He breaks down, sobbing, mumbling, apologizing, his manhood shattered by this
terrifying minx; this excites her pussy even more. Her breathing picks up as
she spreads her legs, diddling faster and faster, her tensing forearm showing
off the vascular sinew with streams of pulsating veins crawling up her arm,
she jams his contorted face into her crotch. She slides out her glistening
fingers from her panties sucking them off, moaning playfully, giggling, as she
bucks her pelvis repeatedly into his face. His head is now a bloody dildo, to
use up, to rub her tingling mound against until she is satisfied and he is
broken completely. His attempts to free himself and moans of torment become
annoyingly loud; she sneers at him like an angry kitty, frustrated, wanton.
Heidi swings her legs over his bony shoulders and straddles his damaged neck
like a saddle, completely severing his ability to breathe, speak or move.
"Yeah, that's better. Bet your cow at home is wondering where you are mister,
late for dinner, hummm?" Heidi chides him as she sees the wedding band on his
pawing hand, attempting in vain to separate her muscular thighs from his neck.
"So, tell me, does she have legs like these, humm? Heidi strokes her swelling
thighs that frame and contort his face. "No; she's probably a weak, bony stick
just like you, huh mister, or is she a big fat pig, yeah, bet she is, hummm?"
The vixen pulses her locked legs tight as she continues getting herself off,
staring at his upturned purple wrecked face. "Just imagine what I could do to
HER with this little body of mine, mister, these legs, oooh, ouch, just
fucking imagine." She giggles manically, eyes ablaze, staring into his surreal
looking face.

The sight of his gruesome visage is too messy for Heidi look at; it is
disrupting her carnal pleasure. She releases his neck and dismounts him. The
sudden relief, the surge of life giving blood to the brain and the ability to
breathe again is heavenly for the near dead man, but temporary.

"Not done with you yet mister", Heidi leans over him, gripping the top of his
head with both hands, and twists it violently to the side like a soda cap,
forcing him to move hastily on his knees before the torque of her grip tears
his neck. He now faces the dented bloody side panel with his teen hellion
looming behind him. He feels like a prisoner, taken to the yard, set on his
knees to face the wall, awaiting execution. He shakes his quivering head in
denial, this can't be happening, trying to mumble something about his wife,
begging for something, pity; blah blah, it's all inaudible, meaningless spew
to the frenzied girl. She deftly yanks his greasy hair backward and leapfrogs
his head, enveloping his skull into the deadly muscle vice between her
menacing, hard young thighs for a second time.

His situation has become even direr. He is not able to see or breathe as his
neck bows unnaturally back leaving his helpless spindling body to jerk and
spasm like a dying Daddy Longlegs. Heidi coos with pleasure as she witnesses
the dark blue bulge distending further from his throat like a rotten orange,
indicating some kind of terrible damage she induced from her brutal sidekick;
the throbbing tingle intensifies as she pokes the balloon-like protrusion with
her index finger, inciting hideously delicious muffled reverberations between
her legs as he screams in agony. She wedges his face high against the fulcrum
of her power center, gritting her teeth and breathing deep as she cinches up
her scissors, sucking in the rounded contours of her shorts and clutching her
gorgeous perky ass, encasing his face in her lethal muscle-press, crushing his
cranium, and looking like a sexy young hellcat doing it. His spasms pick up
intensity; she balances by gripping the top edge of the cabin door with her
left fingers. She stares ahead at her reflection in the spidery glass,
checking herself out, shaking her sweaty bangs from her face, licking her
pouting lips and forming a cute 'come on, eat me fucker' snarl. She looks back
over her shoulder at his imprisoned head between her denim-clad taut cheeks as
she continues her feisty masturbation. Her moans become primal as she
furiously works her hard clit like a jackhammer, squeezing her corded inner
thighs and thick hamstrings against his jaw in a deliberate cadence, feeling
slight crunches as bones in his face slip- slide and collapse in her
overwhelming head scissors.

"Yeaaah, fu-u-uck, yeaaah, break for me mister.ahhh... com-m-m ooon!" She is
vibrating, animal, immersed as deep in his agony as her self- serving
pleasure. His facial bones break down as she rises up on her toes to bring the
pressure to an apex. His jerking body and limbs spasm wildly in one last
fruitless struggle, and then goes limp as a dish rag as she starts to climax.
Her eyelids flicker, half-closed, trancelike; swept away in the beautiful
moment. She bows her thighs slightly and lets his misshapen head slide out of
her vise and drop down between her legs like some alien afterbirth.

His body twists around falling face down but stops short of hitting the
pavement due to her diamond cut calves catching him around the neck. Heidi
quivers in rapture as she works his neck around like a champagne cork, rapidly
pumping up and down on her toes, distending his head, making it twitch like a
wooden dummy's under the tremendous strangulating pressure from her bulbous
tan calves. She alters her stance, leaning against the hood of the truck; she
steadies herself and balances on her flexed left foot as she swings her right
foot up toward her butt in a mock standing hamstring exercise. The desired
effect is delicious. Her pumped right calf fires up with stony hardness into
his pulpy face, mangling the already disfigured features beyond all
recognition. She whips her leg up furiously, making his skull flinch violently
against her rigid muscle, spraying blood everywhere as she slams her hands on
the hood, fervent, feeling the oncoming rush. The burning teen cum-gushes her
panties, vibrating in wanton ecstasy from the colossal orgasm, as she glances
contemptuous and wickedly down over her right shoulder at his demolished
features in this singular physical moment, increasing the intensity of her
devastating calf strikes. Her nose crinkling up amazingly cute at the brow,
eyes narrow to dark flashing slits, staring down in concentrated effort,
watching her right leg flex up and punch his mushy maw. Her white top teeth
bared, upper lip curled up and cocky while her full lower lip slack in lazy
insouciance, exhaling breathy defiant pant. She looks insanely hot and sexy
wearing this intense 'break for me fucker, right now' sexy tough-girl searing
gloat. The globular trauma in his neck begins constricting beyond its ability
to sustain form. She bites her lower lip, quivering with power, shooting
neck-snapping jolts with her pumping muscle contractions into the sides of his
throat causing the thick sack to bursts open like a giant pimple, tearing the
flesh around it, and spewing purple gore like a burgundy filled water balloon.
His slippery head slides out from her jagged calves to crack on the black
asphalt surface, his long gangly body twitching in its unconscious death
dance.

"Yeah, that was soooo nice, wooo!" Heidi sighs in self-absorbed satisfaction,
glistening in sweaty golden sinew as she steps over him to gather her gym bag.
She climbs into the SUV, her denim shorts, soaked with blood in the crotch,
her sweat socks and trainer soiled from his hemorrhaged neck; it is fortunate
for her she came prepared with a fresh change of clothes. Some dark little
voice told her she just might need to be prepared today. Heidi steps out of
the vehicle, looking fresh as a daisy in a short flowery yellow summer dress
and matching open toe pumps. She lingers over the still form, pressing her
leather sole against his gooey neck, checking for any sign of life, playing
with his wobbly broken jaw. Tiny bubbles of air and blood ooze from his
crushed nostrils and puffy mouth. She giggles and shrugs her shoulders in a
happy 'oh well' look and steps over his mutilated head.

She sees his wallet near the rear wheel well; she checks it out. Heidi laughs
at his goofy license picture, recalling what he looked like just a few minutes
ago. She recognizes his home address; her gymnastic instructor lives near
there. Heidi grins, small world, huh. Her face really brightens when she sees
the little photo of his wife. "God, she is a cow, no wonder you hit on me.
Only wish she was here to enjoy the action." Heidi takes the fifty or so
dollars from his wallet for her time and trouble. The vixen smiles evilly over
to his crumpled mass, "maybe I'll visit her sometime mister, I'm sure she'll
be lonely hummm?" A bus is rapidly approaching in the distance. "Oh goody,
hope its going toward home, I'm really starving for some reason", Heidi talks
to the twitching body below her in her sweet high honey timbre. She
unconsciously kicks his head to the side as she steps over him and swaggers
off, carefree, humming along with a tune she hears from a distant car radio,
prancing across the lot, toting her bag over her shoulder, tossing his wallet
in a trash receptacle, already forgetting about the mess behind her.

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