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Playing The Wag
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Laura and Maggie go to an area of Birminggam that is 
mainly inhabited by coloured people. There they fall 
victim to spiked drinks and then are forced to smoke 
dope. They are used and abused by a large number of 
black men with the result that one of them becomes 
pregnant, while the other becomes the target of sexual 
abuse by her father. (M+/ff-teens, ped, nc, rp, drugs, 
inc, orgy, intr, preg)

***

Author Note: The terms and language; that I have used 
in this story, is how some white people spoke about 
coloured people in the era in which the incidents took 
place. In no way do I condone any of these terms or 
language. They were all used to create the stories 
realism.  

***  

My friend Laura and I often used to take time off from 
school during the early sixties; I was fourteen years 
old at the time; Laura was a couple of months older 
than me and was already fifteen. We were both due to 
leave school anyway during the summer, so had a ready 
made excuse for not being in school! "We were both 
looking for our first jobs ready for when we left!" At 
least that's what we told the teachers and headmistress 
whenever they bothered to question us as to why we were 
absent. 

I don't think they really cared where we were or what 
we were doing; Laura and I were looked upon as the 
worst of a bad bunch in our class, and we were often 
disruptive during lessons; though I must add that Laura 
was the more confident of the two of us; she was always 
a leader; where I was the one being led; often into 
some pretty hairy situations.

It was a lovely warm sunny day in the beginning of 
April; Friday to be exact, and the last day of the week 
as far as school was concerned. Laura had called to my 
house as usual around 8.45 am, being best friends we 
always walked to school together! In fact it seemed 
that we did everything together! "Maggie; said Laura; 
lets Play the Wag, lets stop of school today?" My name 
is Margaret but everyone calls me Maggie! "We can't: I 
got into a load of trouble at home last time; my dad 
said he would leather my arse if I wagged school 
again." My father was fairly strict with me and my 
little sister and was not shy about giving us a real 
good hiding: more so me than Sandra my sister, who was 
only nine years old.

As we neared the school gates Laura stopped; "Oh fuck 
it, I'm not going; it's too nice a day to sit on our 
arses in there, listening to a lot of crap about 
history and maths and all the other shit they try to 
teach us about." Laura began to walk off! "Wait Laura; 
wait for me," I cried. 

We sneaked down an alleyway between some houses, so we 
wouldn't be seen by any of the teachers; we came out 
into a road well away from the school! "I must be mad 
doing this!" I said to Laura; "My dad will kill me if 
he finds out; I told you he has started pulling my 
knickers down and slapping my bare arse with his hand 
when I do something wrong; which seems to be nearly 
every day just lately." I thought to myself; it 
wouldn't be so bad, if he didn't keep stroking my bum 
and rubbing between my legs afterwards; I could put up 
with the pain and soreness on my arse cheeks. He always 
finished with! "Don't tell your mother."

We went off looking round the shops and generally just 
messing about! "What are we going to do Laura?" I asked 
her! "It will be boring just traipsing around the shops 
and I've got no money; where can we go for the day." 
Laura replied! "I know; lets go to Handsworth, we can 
count the wogs." I feel I must explain a couple of 
things to my readers! "Handsworth," is a district in 
Birmingham that from the mid 1950s onwards became a 
sort of ghetto where coloured people, mainly West 
Indians and Afro Caribbean's chose to live. 

There were other such areas, but Handsworth was the 
most notorious, with most of the white population 
gradually moving out. "Wogs;" is just one of several 
names that white people called coloured people: there 
are too many to list here, so if you read anything that 
you are unsure of, it will probably be just another 
insulting referral to the coloured population.

We set off to walk the three miles or so to Handsworth, 
arriving about 11am, Laura had a couple of shillings in 
her purse and suggested we went for a cup of tea in a 
café we came upon; although there was a middle aged 
white woman behind the counter; we soon realized that 
we were the only other white people in the place; 
everyone else was black and of mixed ages. We sat at a 
table in a small alcove by the window and waited to be 
served! "What you want?" the question came from the 
woman behind the counter and was directed at us. 

"If you want serving you better come up here I aint no 
skivy!" sneered the woman. Laura made her way to the 
counter through a hail of comments from the black men: 
She came back after ordering tea and toast for the two 
of us! "What's wrong?" I asked looking into her face, 
which was the colour of a beetroot! "That old bag 
serving; she… she…just asked me if we were looking for 
jig, jig. 

She said we had come to the right place if we were 
looking for some cock!" I stared at her in disbelief; I 
knew what jig, jig meant; everyone at school was 
familiar with lots of the sayings of black people 
nowadays. I told Laura to forget the tea and toast and 
said we should leave. "No way." She replied! "They are 
not frightening us off; besides it's ordered now and 
I'm thirsty and hungry."

The woman brought over the tea and toast, with a big 
smirk on her face; then she came out with another 
insult! "You two are a bit young to be out looking to 
pick up black men aint you; mind you don't bite off 
more than you can chew?" In fact! "When you get it 
don't chew it: suck it!" she walked away with a 
cackling laugh. I thought I heard her say to four or 
five wogs sitting a couple of tables away and watching 
us! "Go easy on them boys; their only kids and are 
probably still virgins!" To be honest, I was starting 
to feel uneasy and a little worried.

I saw two of the black men get up and start to walk 
over to our table! "Oh god; Laura; their coming over to 
us," I murmured quietly.

"What yo two white pussies doin in our café; yo lookin' 
fo some meat?" One of them asked as they both sat down. 
Then they started asking us all sorts of personal and 
rude questions, such as, "Yo after some black cock?" 
... "Yo two still virgins; like the old woman sez?" 

I estimated their ages to be around the mid twenties. 
Then another one came over, he looked to be about 
sixteen or seventeen; he sat down next to Laura so we 
were completely trapped in our seats, the first two 
were sitting beside me on my side of the alcove; the 
younger one asked our names and Laura told him. One of 
the others, shouted to the woman at the counter to 
bring over more tea for us all. I tried to refuse it, 
telling them that we were leaving because we had to 
meet my dad.

"Wassa matter; aint our tea good enough for yo; go on 
take it; drink it; yo aint gotta meet nobody." 
Frightened now; we began to drink the tea; it tasted 
bitter; Laura and I exchanged glances; we both knew 
what the other was thinking: the old bag had put drink 
in it. "Here have a few puffs on this!" the man sitting 
next to me said; forcing a rolled up cigarette into my 
mouth. 

Although I hardly ever smoked Laura did; I coughed and 
spluttered on the smoke as I swallowed it. They all 
laughed! "Here yo show her how it's done!" The younger 
man said; taking the roll up from me and handing it to 
Laura; who knew how to inhale smoke properly. The smoke 
and another cup of bitter tea soon washed away our 
inhibitions.

Before I knew what was happening we were walking along 
the street with the men, then we were taken down this 
entry and into a house; where there were several other 
men of various ages sitting around smoking and 
drinking. There was a funny smell in the room; I soon 
learned it was marihuana. We were given cups, with what 
we were told was white rum in them, and told to drink 
it; it tasted awful, I realized this was what the old 
bag put in the tea. 

After smoking more of the dope; "not by choice" I asked 
to go to the toilet; there was a roar of laughter and 
someone said! "There ain't one; if you want to piss use 
the bucket out the back." I was desperate to go after 
all the tea I had drank; so the young man from the café 
took me to where the bucket was kept! "Please turn your 
back; don't watch me!" I pleaded with him. "I won't be 
able to do it with you looking at me." He laughed and 
said! "You better do it or yo gonna piss yoself for 
sure."

After the humiliation of him watching me piss in the 
bucket; he took me into another room: as my eyes grew 
accustomed to the gloom, I realized it was a bedroom! 
"No!" I shouted as he pulled me towards the bed. 
Struggling; I pleaded with him! "Please no; leave me 
alone. P-please I'm still a virgin; I'm only fourteen!" 

Throwing me on the bed he smirked! "Yo wont be no 
virgin when I've had my black cock up your hole!" I 
struggled, and cried out for Laura as he was pulling my 
clothes off; then Laura was thrown on to the bed beside 
me; already naked. One of the older men got on top of 
her! "Get off me; stop it; get off you fucking coon; 
leave me alone; oh; oh… god no…stop it… take it out; 
it's hurting me." 

I realized that I had stopped struggling; I just lay 
there as my knickers and bra were taken off; I was 
watching mesmerized; as this wogs black arse was going 
up and down as he lay between Laura's legs; he was 
pumping his big black dick in and out of Laura's cunt. 
I could hear her crying and begging him to stop.

I felt my rapist climb on top of me, it felt like I was 
dreaming, my hands were being held above my head by 
someone, I don't know who; hands were rubbing my 
breasts; squeezing my nipples; I felt someone take my 
right nipple into their mouth and start to suck and 
lick it. A finger entered my vagina; it moved around; 
then slowly slid in and out of me. 

What was being done to me seemed like a hazy dream; it 
was as though I was oblivious to my own degrading 
assault. I couldn't take my eyes off Laura and the man 
raping her. An elderly black man was standing beside 
the bed masturbating his stiff cock; he moved forward 
and grabbed Laura's head pulling it round to face him; 
with one hand he squeezed in her cheeks between his 
thumb and fingers; this forced her mouth to open wide; 
I saw his black dick slide into her mouth. I was 
mesmerized as I watched the long thick cock, begin to 
force its way down her throat; her eyes bulged, tears 
ran from them.

Laura was trying to retch and gag; she couldn't, she 
was beginning to panic; I thought she was going to 
suffocate. All the men in the room watching; were 
laughing and making disgusting comments! "Get it down 
her; shove yo dick right down her neck!" Push the white 
bitch's tonsils into her belly!"

Laura had completely given herself up to the man on top 
of her who was fucking her; after the initial shock and 
pain of his prick forcing its way inside her fanny; she 
found herself being raped orally. Now her whole 
attention was concentrated on trying to breath; she 
must have realized there was no use struggling or 
fighting the man on top of her, whose arse was now 
going up and down like the clappers. I looked at him 
briefly, as I heard him suddenly start grunting and 
repeating over and over again! "I'm going to cum! 
Agguhh!"

I and everyone else, knew he was ejaculating his spunk 
inside Laura; all, the nigger's started cheering; a 
couple even slapped him hard on his bare arse. As he 
lifted himself off Laura I saw his cock slide out of 
her fanny; followed by a mixture of his slimy sperm and 
her blood. As soon as he was clear of her, another of 
the black enamel bastards got on her and took his 
place; driving his knob up into her viciously.

I looked up to see Laura's throat contracting, around 
the black prick that was completely buried down her 
throat; her nose was actually pressed into the old mans 
pubic hair, and against his groin. It was fascinating 
to witness the event; the man never moved his cock at 
all; he was content to let it stay down Laura's throat; 
allowing the muscle contractions as she tried to breath 
and cope with it to bring him off. He never made a 
sound when he shot his load.

I watched along with everyone else, as he gradually 
began to withdraw his long thick cock. As it came up 
from her throat I could see her neck shrinking back to 
its normal size. It was like watching a severe swelling 
go down rapidly. It eventually came out of her mouth 
with a sort of popping sound; I stared at its size and 
couldn't understand how on earth, he had managed to 
force it all inside her throat. 

Laura began to retch and gag; suddenly a stream of 
vomit and spunk erupted from her mouth. From the way 
she was lying, looking upwards; the man on top of her, 
shagging her; got the lot full in the face; it went 
into his eyes up his nose and in his mouth; much of it 
fell back onto Laura's face and hair. 

All the nig nogs in the room erupted into howls of 
laughter and took the piss out of him. Taken by 
surprise, the man raised himself up of her, spitting 
and snorting the puke and spunk from his mouth and 
nose; he must have had his cock right up inside her, 
because he actually lifted her with it; at least a foot 
of the bed; the pain of this brought a loud sort of 
squawky croak from Laura; before she slipped from his 
cock and dropped back to the bed.

It had seemed like hours as I watched what they were 
doing to Laura, in reality it probably only lasted ten 
minuets or so. I knew that I was being molested myself; 
I felt a pain in my tit as someone bit down hard on my 
nipple. This shocked me back to reality; my arms were 
still stretched above my head; I found that my legs 
were spread wide; I could feel fingers inside my 
vagina, although I don't know how many, I could feel 
that I was being stretched wide. I could also feel 
another funny sensation; I looked down and saw a mop of 
woolly wog's hair, moving around the area of my crotch. 
I didn't understand at first; then it hit me; the black 
fucker was licking my fanny. Shocked I shouted at him! 
"Stop; don't do that; that's dirty; get off me; leave 
me alone; p-please!" 

A soaking wet rag suddenly hit me in the face; it 
caused me to turn to the side sharply; a scream erupted 
from the nigger licking my fanny. "Agh! Agh! You've 
broke my neck; this fucking white cunt just broke my 
neck!" As my thighs clamped to his head and his neck 
twisted as I turned. I screamed myself, as the coon 
chewing on my tit almost ripped my nipple away from my 
breast with his teeth; I grabbed my breast; my eyes 
were watering; as I examined it I saw a trickle of 
blood and the nipple was swelling to huge proportions. 
There was another roar of laughter from all the other 
blacks in the room.

The wet rag had been meant for Laura to clean the vomit 
and spunk off herself.

Again I was forced onto my back; an old coon who must 
have been in his sixties got between my legs! "No… 
please… no; I'm a virgin; oh please don't do me!" I 
begged. He lifted my legs up so that I had a foot on 
each of his shoulders! "I'll show you bastards how a 
real man fucks a white pussy!" I heard him say with a 
laugh. I felt his rock hard cock probing around between 
my thighs; as he tried to gain entrance to my hole. I 
squirmed, trying to stop him getting it into me. 

I shrieked, "NO! NO! Don't! Pull it out! Oh please take 
it out!" I felt his large knob; push past my outer 
vaginal lips and slip inside me. He lunged forward; I 
felt it sliding into me; he came to a full stop as he 
came to my hymen; he pulled out a little then lunged 
again.

"Argh! No don't! Stop! Oh god no! Please make it stop; 
its hurting me; please! It's killing me!" 

Another push and he had his whole dick inside me. it 
felt like my insides were on fire; it took my breath 
away; I was gasping and panting for air, as he began 
his in and out sawing rhythm! "Look she loves it, look 
at her face; the white cunt loves black cock; she's 
pantin' like fuck!" The stupid black bastard; mistook 
my panting for air as panting from enjoyment of my 
rape.

The old man's breathing became ragged as he shagged me; 
I realised he was near to coming! "Don't cum in me; 
promise you'll pull it out; please you might give me a 
baby if you leave it in!" Yo definitely goin' to get a 
baby out of one of us!" a voice said! "Yeh a black 
baby; black as coal; yo can go an show it to all yo 
snotty white friends, an tell em how much yo enjoyed 
all the black cock's that put it in yo!" 

"Please no; I don't like it; I don't want a baby I'm 
not old enough!"

Just then the old man started gasping! "Ah FUCK! I'm 
coming!"

"Please no! Pull it out of me! Please, I'm begging you! 
Don't shoot in me!" I felt him jerking inside me, and I 
knew he was emptying his spunk inside my cunt; as my 
hole suddenly became all wet and his dick slid in and 
out more easily. I prayed to god that I wouldn't get 
pregnant.

Apart from the rocking and bouncing of the bed, I 
wouldn't have even known that Laura was still being 
raped beside me. when the old man got off me a huge fat 
man took his place. His dick slid easily into me now I 
was well lubricated with the old mans spunk; he settled 
into a slow in and out, round and round rhythm; I was 
frightened that he would crush me with his great bulk; 
he was however very gentle; he held himself up off me 
with his great muscular arms, and never once did he 
squash me.

I think he even asked me if he could cum inside me. I 
don't remember answering him; but he quickened his pace 
and I swear I felt his cum spurt from his dick in great 
jets; splashing around the inside of my vagina. When he 
pulled out of me I heard a loud sucking sound and a 
plop; then I felt his spunk running out of me and down 
the crack of my arse! I heard someone say! "Oh man; 
look at that lot; Samuel must have cum a bucket full 
inside her!"

I had retreated into my own little world: I just lay 
where I was and let them do whatever they wanted with 
me; it was no good trying to fight them, in fact I 
think they enjoyed it more when we struggled. Also I 
was afraid they would beat us up; or worse; kill us. 
Occasionally I heard Laura crying; begging them not to 
hurt her anymore; on the whole they just used us to 
satisfy their lust; both vaginally and orally. 

Whenever one of them put his cock in my mouth, I was 
terrified he would shove it right down my throat, like 
what happened to Laura, but I suppose I was lucky 
because it didn't happen. I was told exactly how to 
suck their dicks, and they were satisfied with coming 
in my mouth and making me swallow their spunk. 

I also escaped another very painful experience which 
Laura had to endure. One of the men turned her over and 
stuck his prick up her arse. I heard her yelp in pain 
and cry out in her now almost, hoarse croaky voice! 
"Please no; it hurts; don't put it up there!" It did no 
good he just carried on fucking her up the arse. 

It gave all the men a good laugh when he finished with 
her though; when he pulled his cock out of her bum; 
there was a big dollop of shit and spunk on the end of 
his knob. He went mad, complaining that Laura had shit 
on him on purpose; he was going to hit her, until the 
big fat man stopped him; he said! "It's your own fault 
for being a queer!" This comment raised another laugh, 
and a round of applause from the rest of the men.

I don't know how many men shagged us, but I do know it 
was well into double figures; five men took us from the 
café, there were several more at the house when we 
arrived; Laura, later told me that when the young one 
took me out to piss; there were nine that she counted; 
plus the four from the café; plus the young one who was 
with me making fourteen. 

During the day more men arrived at the house; neither 
of us know how many, but we do know that as people 
left, they were passing the word on that there were two 
young white girls at the house; taking on all comers. I 
remember several of the men coming back for a second 
and even third go at us, maybe some had even more than 
that. 

It was six thirty in the evening before they allowed us 
to get dressed, although they kept my knickers; two of 
them said they would drop us off near to where we 
lived; even though we refused they insisted, so we got 
in the car with them; they spent the entire journey 
trying to persuade us to see them again; only letting 
us out of the car, when we promised to return to the 
house the following week; something we had no intention 
of doing.

It was lucky for us that it was a Friday; we usually 
went out with friends straight after school on Fridays 
to the local Milk Barr, my parents were usually gone 
out themselves by seven thirty, taking my little sister 
Sandra with them; we hung around on the corner of our 
street for a few minuets until we saw them go, then 
made our way to my house. 

I only realised how sore and painful my vagina was, 
when I had to walk the short distance home; there was 
sperm running out of me and down my legs; my jaw ached 
from sucking all their cocks, and my tits felt really 
sore and swollen; especially the one that had been so 
badly bitten. Laura was the same, only worse; she had 
been fucked up her arse and said it was really painful; 
it was difficult to understand what she was saying 
because of her croaky voice; her throat, was still 
swollen and sore from having that big black cock, 
forced all the way down it.

Once in the house we went to the bathroom and stripped 
off our clothes, so as to examine our bodies. I looked 
at Laura and saw that her neck was quite badly swollen; 
her normally beautifully shaped breasts seemed to be 
very misshapen; she asked me to check her vagina and 
bottom as she was having difficulty bending; her fanny 
too was all swollen and very red.

I couldn't believe that I could actually see inside it; 
it hadn't returned to normal, and there was still gobs 
of spunk inside. Laura's arse had been torn and there 
was dried blood and shit around the hole. She also had 
numerous bruises on her thighs, torso and arms.

As we checked my body for injuries, I found that my 
nipple had survived the bite just about; even though 
the nigger who bit it had drawn blood, I was lucky it 
didn't need stitching; I had come so close to losing 
it. My vagina was really sore and puffy but otherwise 
undamaged; Laura managed to raise a bit of a laugh 
saying in her squawky voice! "Your clitoris looks like 
a piece of raw liver." Apart from bruising to the rest 
of my body, and the loss of my virginity; I think I got 
off pretty light compared to Laura.

Neither of us told our parents what had happened to us! 
"I must say this was at Laura's insistence." We managed 
to hide the bruising; although my dad found mine about 
a week later. Our biggest fear was that we would be 
pregnant, or maybe caught a sexually transmitted 
disease. 

Laura's throat was still swollen a week later; she 
still couldn't talk properly, so her mother took her to 
the doctors; in turn he sent her to the ear, nose and 
throat department at the hospital. Laura refused to 
tell them how it happened; but the doctor told her that 
it could only have occurred by something being forced 
down her throat. He had a good idea what it was but she 
refused to confirm it; in the end he gave her some 
linctus which did the trick, after a few days the 
swelling went down; but it left her with a much deeper 
voice. 

After all that Laura had suffered; she was still the 
unlucky one of the two of us. I was overjoyed when I 
came on my periods and promptly phoned her! "Great news 
Laura; I'm on my rags; my period started this morning 
so I can't be pregnant!" The phone was quiet! "You 
still there Laura?" I asked; I could hear her breathing 
on the other end of the line.

"I know your there; what's wrong; when is your period 
due?" I heard sobbing; then she answered, "Oh Maggie; 
I'm over a week late; I think those black bastards have 
made me pregnant!" the phone went dead. After three 
weeks past by, she told me she was; I told her she must 
tell her mother! "No, no and don't you dare tell her 
either! "You must she will know anyway when you start 
to show!"

Summer came and we left school, I was fifteen years old 
now; I started working in a factory, while Laura found 
a job in a shop. Laura had changed since the day of our 
rape; no longer was she the outgoing, confident and 
boisterous girl she used to be; she hardly ever went 
out; more often than not when we got together it was at 
her house or mine. Her parents would often tell her to 
go out and enjoy herself; but she wouldn't. 

When they realised she was pregnant they went mad! 
"Whose is it; who have you been sleeping with to get in 
this state?" Her father shouted. Laura phoned to tell 
me her mother was coming to see me! "Don't tell her 
anything Maggie; say you don't know whose it is!" 

"But Laura; they will know it's from a black man when 
the baby is born!" 

"No please; don't tell them what happened; Maggie; if 
you do, everyone will know that you had niggers as 
well; just say that you have no idea who the father 
is!" 

I tried to think; my mind was racing! Laura continued! 
"After all Maggie; neither of us know who the father is 
do we?" I did my best to convince Laura's parents that 
I didn't know when she had got pregnant; or even who 
the father might be; I think they left satisfied that I 
had no idea.

There was uproar in the neighbourhood when Laura's baby 
was born; everyone found out it was black; it had come 
out just as black as the men that had made it; I always 
thought mixed race babies were born a light to medium 
coffee colour. Laura and her parents were devastated; 
they found themselves shunned by many of their family, 
friends and neighbours, who thought that Laura had 
brought shame on them. 

In those days it wasn't the done thing for white women, 
or girls to go with black men; if they did they had to 
live the rest of their lives with the stigma hanging 
over them. Laura never gave her son a name; she decided 
to have him adopted, and he was taken from her two days 
after he was born. In total; Laura saw her baby three 
times; that was due to coercion from the doctors and 
nurses. In some ways it was understandable; after all; 
the baby although an innocent, was the product of a 
rape.

Laura and her family moved up North after about three 
months; it seemed that none of them could live in the 
old neighbourhood, because of the shame that Laura had 
brought down on them. We kept in touch for a couple of 
years; then they moved again without Laura giving me 
her new address. I never heard from; or saw her again 
until1998 when we bumped into each other just by 
chance1 "But that will be a story for the future."

I said earlier that my father found my bruises; this 
came about one day as we passed each other by in the 
doorway, between the kitchen and sitting room. Being 
narrow, the only way two people could pass was to go 
through sideways; as we met in the middle my dad put 
his hand on my tit and squeezed; I yelped and winced in 
pain.

"What's wrong; let me see your tit?" he dragged me by 
the arm and pulled me onto the couch with him. 

I mentioned at the beginning of my story, that my dad 
had started molesting me; albeit, under the guise of 
punishing me by way of spanking my arse

"C'mon Maggie; get your blouse off, I need to see your 
tit!" with that he pulled my blouse up over my head! 
"My god; what's happened to you; your all bruised?" he 
grabbed the front of my bra and lifted it free of my 
tits. My blouse was still tightly covering my head, and 
my arms were in the air, I had no control over them! 
"Christ almighty; one tits twice the size of the other; 
bloody hell look at your nipple, its rock hard and 
sticking right out."

With that, he put his hand on it and began to rub it. 
This caused me to cry out! "Stop daddy! don't it hurts; 
please daddy don't your hurting me." "What have you 
been doing; have you been messing with boys?" I 
realised his other hand was up my skirt. 

"No daddy honest; I fell during PE at school." I was 
struggling to free my arms, and to get my blouse off my 
head. I felt his fingers slip inside the leg of my 
knickers; they were searching for the entrance to my 
hole. 

Just as I freed myself from the constrictions of my 
blouse; his fingers found their target; I felt at least 
two go inside my vagina; he began to push them in and 
out. There was aloud bang as the front garden gate 
slammed shut; I was saved! "Quick Maggie; get 
upstairs." 

As I climbed the stairs I heard him call out, "Don't 
tell your mother." 

END

This episode is the beginning of another story by 
Maggie; this will be written at a later date; depending 
on whether enough readers think it will be worthwhile. 
I would appreciate any feedback from my readers on! 
"Playing the Wag." This will determine whether the next 
story is written. Kathy S.   

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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