The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1

... was smiling on me that night. No one came out of the dark, and I was soon at my car. I opened the back door and threw her and her bag over the seats. She was like a ragdoll by now, floppy and unresponsive. A trail of drool was seeping out of her mouth, and her eyes were unseeing as they stared into the rear footwell. The sight would have horrified most people. But it made me hard as a rock. I got into the car and pulled away, anxious to put miles between me and the scene of the crime. We drove out of Salisbury, in the direction of my house. When we were several villages away, I took a sharp left turn into a country lane that I knew no one ever took. It lead to no where. I pulled over onto a flat area of grass verge, and turned the engine off. The silence was grim and forboding, a sign of what was to come. She had no idea what she was in for, the amount of sick things I had a chance to try out. Repressed sexual urges that I had fought for years, would all now be unleashed on this poor little girl. I took her bag and removed her purse. Happily pocketing her cash, which counted up to two hundred pounds, I took a look at her driving license. Her name was Katie Wells, and she was actually only seventeen. Her birthday was on August the 4th, roughly three months time. Taking a look at a school card I found, I learnt she was from an expensive public school. Posh bitch. I threw the bag onto the passenger seat, and climbed into the back. She was petite, and only took up half of the ...

... back of the car the way she was lying. That left me free to explore her oblivious body with my shaking hands. I reached out and planted a grip on her leg. She did not respond in the slightest, and with that encouragement I became bolder. I rubbed the hand further up her calf, then made my way around her leg to slide up her inner thigh. I couldn't bare it. The leggings had to go. Roughly I grasped them and pulled them down her legs. They revealed her beautiful lower half to my gaze, and I started salivating there and then. Her plimsolls came off in a flash, as did her socks and leggings. There she was, dressed in only her shirt, bra and cute little panties. All would come off eventually. I leant low over her, breathing in her scent. She was bathed in sweat, evidently a side effect, but that only made me hungrier for her as I stared at her glistening figure. I tentatively began to unbutton her shirt, my eyes almost popping in anticipation. Don't get me wrong. I do have sex, this isn't a story of some sex deprived maniac letting it loose after years of abstinence. No, I have regular sex. This was a release of many years worth of pent up urges, and desires to do and try some seriously fucked up things. Her shirt fell away to confirm my judgement. She had a healthy pair of boobs on her, which I guessed to be larger than a c cup. I left her like that, because I found the look incredibly sexy. Sitting her up in the seat, I pulled my rock hard cock out from my jeans. After getting him ...