08-05-2008, 04:30 AM
In the beginning Written by Nitedread
I've told you why I do what I do, so now I'll tell you how I got started. You may think that an anti-social like me is an only child well I'm not. I've got a little brother. He's 10 years younger than me, so we never hung out or anything. And, like I said, I've always been an asshole. Me and my lil bro got this strange relationship. I pick on him, tease him, and bully him, but no one else ever gets to even look at him funny or they deal with me.
When I was about 16, that would make him 6, he'd stay with a sitter until I got home from football practice since our folks worked late. He was staying with this lady named Sara who lived a couple of houses down from us. She was in her mid to late 30s and pretty plump. A little heavier than I like but still built very nice. She had this midwestern country build, about 5', 140lbs, huge breasts must have been at least 38-40s, wide hips, with a soft round belly that lived under the shadow of her big tits. She usually wore sweatpants and a button-up long sleeve shirt that was a little small for her. Her shirt was always slightly parted where her breasts were straining the buttons and would ride up and show that deep hole where her belly button was hidden whenever she moved. She wasn't married and was always giving me the eye, but I wasn't interested. There were too many cheerleaders to deal with as it was.
So anyway, my bro tells me one day that Sara's been mean to him. He was afraid to tell our folks, but her knew how I felt about any body but me messing with him. I asked what she did, and he says that she pulls his hair to move him out of chairs and stuff and slaps him if he bothers her while her soaps are on. I told him not to worry, that I'd take care of it. The next day I skip practice and snag the polaroid from dad's closet. I get some pictures of Sara pulling his hair and a good one of her slapping him, then I knock on the door. She opens it saying that I'm early with a smile that says she doesn't mind me being there. I hand my bro the key and tell him to go home and watch TV til I get there. I wink at him as goes out and he smiles and runs off. I look into Sara's pleasantly surprised eyes, then glance down at her full round breasts. I tell her that I need to talk to her about something. As she closes the door I walk back to her bedroom. She follows me in and closes the door. When she turns to face me there's a loud WHOOOMP!
OOOOOUUUUUFFF
She screams when I bury my fist in her big soft belly. I like the way her big tits feel draped over my arm while my fist is buried in Sara's soft stomach. She gives me this agonized look with her mouth open and her eyes watering as her knees give out and she goes down to her knees with one arm wrapped around her aching belly. I take a step back listening to her gasping moans aauuunn aaunn, and when she put her other hand on the floor to try and get up I drive a field goal kick into her soft hanging belly UUUUUUUULLLLGGHH!!! Sara lands on her back so I give her a good stomp right where her navel should be OOOOOOOOUUUUPPPHH!!!
Her knees come up protectively and her hand wrap around my ankle. My foot is lost inside of her weak stomach somewhere. I stand there on top of her for a second, then drop down with all of my weight (@190lbs) putting my knee into the middle of her belly and punching my fists into her big soft tits OOOOOOOOUUUUUULLLLLGGG!!! Sara's mouth and eyes are wide open and her tongue is sticking out as I bounce with my weight of her soft guts UUUUULLLG UUUUNNGH UUUUUULLLLGG! I reach down and rip her shirt open and her bra gives out as well, exposing her two huge mellon breast and erect nipples.
Unable to resist I throw some hard punches into her big tits OOOOOOHH AAAAOOOHH OOOOOWWWH OOOOOOOHHH! And follow it up by driving my fist as hard as I can deep into her vulnerable stomach OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFFFF!!! When she can breathe again she starts begging me to stop. But, I just tie her hand to the foot of her bed with her shirt and sit on her, straddling her hips.
Sara's soft weak belly is heaving in and out as she struggles to breath and beg at the same time. I'm really loving the way she's suffering, the agonized moans as my hard fist punches into her soft weak belly, the sound and feel of her insides as I smash them over and over again. About now I show her the pictures of her abusing my brother, and tell her that if she touches him again I'll come back and if she thinks of telling anyone about what I did to her I'd give the pictures to the police. At mention of the police she got really scared and really quiet. Just to be mean I tell her that I'm thinking of taking up boxing and that I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I practiced my punching on her once in a while. She opened her mouth but nothing came out so I helped her.
OOOOOUUUUUUUPH! punch to her solar-plexus UUUUUUUUULLLLLLGH! deep into her belly button UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNGGG OOOOOOOOUUUMMMMPH OOOOOOUUUUUUFFFF UUUUUUULLLLLGGH!
She just lay there suffering, her breasts bouncing and belly smashing in and out with each punch to her soft gut. I punched one side of her weak stomach and then the other OOOOOOOOOUUULLL OOOOOOOOUUUUUUPH!!! Then deep into the middle of her belly OOOoooooouuuuuunnnngh! To finish her off I clenched my hands together and brought them down like sledgehammers deep into the helpless woman's soft weak belly.
OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFF UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNggggghhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuullllff aaaaauuuuuuuuuuuufffff ooooooooooooooooooooooffffff uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnghn!
Until she lost consciousness Then I untied her, rolled her onto her side and kicked her unconscious belly as hard as I could, she went.
hhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffff!
As the air was kicked out of her gut and she curled into a fetal position. My little bro never got touched again. Every once in awhile when I picked him up from Sara I'd punch her in her soft gut and leave her double over on her knees just because I could.
I've told you why I do what I do, so now I'll tell you how I got started. You may think that an anti-social like me is an only child well I'm not. I've got a little brother. He's 10 years younger than me, so we never hung out or anything. And, like I said, I've always been an asshole. Me and my lil bro got this strange relationship. I pick on him, tease him, and bully him, but no one else ever gets to even look at him funny or they deal with me.
When I was about 16, that would make him 6, he'd stay with a sitter until I got home from football practice since our folks worked late. He was staying with this lady named Sara who lived a couple of houses down from us. She was in her mid to late 30s and pretty plump. A little heavier than I like but still built very nice. She had this midwestern country build, about 5', 140lbs, huge breasts must have been at least 38-40s, wide hips, with a soft round belly that lived under the shadow of her big tits. She usually wore sweatpants and a button-up long sleeve shirt that was a little small for her. Her shirt was always slightly parted where her breasts were straining the buttons and would ride up and show that deep hole where her belly button was hidden whenever she moved. She wasn't married and was always giving me the eye, but I wasn't interested. There were too many cheerleaders to deal with as it was.
So anyway, my bro tells me one day that Sara's been mean to him. He was afraid to tell our folks, but her knew how I felt about any body but me messing with him. I asked what she did, and he says that she pulls his hair to move him out of chairs and stuff and slaps him if he bothers her while her soaps are on. I told him not to worry, that I'd take care of it. The next day I skip practice and snag the polaroid from dad's closet. I get some pictures of Sara pulling his hair and a good one of her slapping him, then I knock on the door. She opens it saying that I'm early with a smile that says she doesn't mind me being there. I hand my bro the key and tell him to go home and watch TV til I get there. I wink at him as goes out and he smiles and runs off. I look into Sara's pleasantly surprised eyes, then glance down at her full round breasts. I tell her that I need to talk to her about something. As she closes the door I walk back to her bedroom. She follows me in and closes the door. When she turns to face me there's a loud WHOOOMP!
OOOOOUUUUUFFF
She screams when I bury my fist in her big soft belly. I like the way her big tits feel draped over my arm while my fist is buried in Sara's soft stomach. She gives me this agonized look with her mouth open and her eyes watering as her knees give out and she goes down to her knees with one arm wrapped around her aching belly. I take a step back listening to her gasping moans aauuunn aaunn, and when she put her other hand on the floor to try and get up I drive a field goal kick into her soft hanging belly UUUUUUUULLLLGGHH!!! Sara lands on her back so I give her a good stomp right where her navel should be OOOOOOOOUUUUPPPHH!!!
Her knees come up protectively and her hand wrap around my ankle. My foot is lost inside of her weak stomach somewhere. I stand there on top of her for a second, then drop down with all of my weight (@190lbs) putting my knee into the middle of her belly and punching my fists into her big soft tits OOOOOOOOUUUUUULLLLLGGG!!! Sara's mouth and eyes are wide open and her tongue is sticking out as I bounce with my weight of her soft guts UUUUULLLG UUUUNNGH UUUUUULLLLGG! I reach down and rip her shirt open and her bra gives out as well, exposing her two huge mellon breast and erect nipples.
Unable to resist I throw some hard punches into her big tits OOOOOOHH AAAAOOOHH OOOOOWWWH OOOOOOOHHH! And follow it up by driving my fist as hard as I can deep into her vulnerable stomach OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFFFF!!! When she can breathe again she starts begging me to stop. But, I just tie her hand to the foot of her bed with her shirt and sit on her, straddling her hips.
Sara's soft weak belly is heaving in and out as she struggles to breath and beg at the same time. I'm really loving the way she's suffering, the agonized moans as my hard fist punches into her soft weak belly, the sound and feel of her insides as I smash them over and over again. About now I show her the pictures of her abusing my brother, and tell her that if she touches him again I'll come back and if she thinks of telling anyone about what I did to her I'd give the pictures to the police. At mention of the police she got really scared and really quiet. Just to be mean I tell her that I'm thinking of taking up boxing and that I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I practiced my punching on her once in a while. She opened her mouth but nothing came out so I helped her.
OOOOOUUUUUUUPH! punch to her solar-plexus UUUUUUUUULLLLLLGH! deep into her belly button UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNGGG OOOOOOOOUUUMMMMPH OOOOOOUUUUUUFFFF UUUUUUULLLLLGGH!
She just lay there suffering, her breasts bouncing and belly smashing in and out with each punch to her soft gut. I punched one side of her weak stomach and then the other OOOOOOOOOUUULLL OOOOOOOOUUUUUUPH!!! Then deep into the middle of her belly OOOoooooouuuuuunnnngh! To finish her off I clenched my hands together and brought them down like sledgehammers deep into the helpless woman's soft weak belly.
OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFF UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNggggghhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuullllff aaaaauuuuuuuuuuuufffff ooooooooooooooooooooooffffff uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnghn!
Until she lost consciousness Then I untied her, rolled her onto her side and kicked her unconscious belly as hard as I could, she went.
hhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffff!
As the air was kicked out of her gut and she curled into a fetal position. My little bro never got touched again. Every once in awhile when I picked him up from Sara I'd punch her in her soft gut and leave her double over on her knees just because I could.