1. It’s Sin to Kill a Tomboy


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Death, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Snuff, Young, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    It’s Sin to Kill a Tomboy By Millie Dynamite He hated her, little overachieving, athletic, ripped teen girl who made his son look as he operated in slow-motion. She could pitch, catch play any position infield or outfield. For years, his son had played her on opposing teams or he had coached her on his son’s team. She out ran, out hit, and out hustled everyone else. At 15 years of age, she played baseball for nine seasons. The team she was on won the championship six years and second place three years. She had lost a single game as starting pitcher in three years. He hated her burr hair cut, her hard-muscled arms and legs, her washboard flat tummy, and small round ass. The cunt had won player of the year four years. She took home the pitcher of the year five times and runner-up three years. For nine long years, she led the league in home runs and runs driven in, and every other award they gave at least once. Fucking bitch was a damn Tomboy, soon to be a member of the pussy munching bitch society if she wasn’t already. Bitch wore her tops as loose as she cold to hide what little tit she had. Even at fifteen he doubted she even needed a bra. He gotten her in the lottery this year his son was her closest competitor, but he didn’t hold a candle to her. She would probably hit thirty home runs this year. Could be more, she had hit thirty-eight the previous year with five games where she hammered it multiple times out of the park. One game she hit three home runs. But he knew her ...
    kryptonite and just like superman it could kill her, or maybe superwoman, that was what he thought the bitch believed she was. There were twenty games this year. Two a week for two months and two weeks with three games. Then of course the playoffs eight more games if you go all the way. She wouldn’t go all the way through this season and steal his son’s glory- not going to happen. He had suffered more than a thousand insults because of her, often veiled as compliments. “Your boy did really well this year, no shame in coming in second to Alex.” Then there was the, “If it weren't for Alex your boy would have won all the trophy’s.” He knew what they meant you boy can’t even compete with a girl. Well, that shit is about to end. He coached the little bitch this year and he had a plan. It was the day after school let out, still may two weeks before the season opens but practice would start today. Alex decided to wear a black, very loose fitting sleeveless t-shirt and black shorts today. Under the t, she wore a tight fitting tube to hold everything flat. She dawned her team hat, brim out front like all players should wear their caps, well the catcher can wear it backward, no on else. She wore black shoes and got her special bat, the aluminum bat that her father bought her the year before he was killed. He died in Afghanistan two years before in a helo accident. She had dedicated the season to his memory the year before, every home run was for him. She planned on topping that this ...
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