The sensation, however, was exquisite. Never mind the physical tightness of her ripe hole. There was no mistaking that the biggest turn on was the fac... that I was ass-fucking a pre-teen girl. The utter wrongness of the whole event was not lost on me, I assure you. Indeed, it was the best part of all.Alyssa wasted no time letting me know she loved the feeling, too. I was but a few inches inside her when she took one hand off the toilet and started rubbing her clit. Her moaning commenced almost. Things had been progressing nicely, and I had even had some scouts talking with me about transferring, until that fateful game in late February.It was basically a meaningless game, we were finishing out the year with a decent record with one final out-of-conference game before our conference tournament. It was in the middle of the third quarter, as I made a cut to the basket, that I felt a pop in my right knee and it suddenly went out from under me. Although I had never experienced it before, I. They didn't notice anything out of the ordinary when the van pulled up.The man riding in the passenger's seat called out amiably, "Hey, can you tell us how to get to Camp Street?"Brian had lived in the area longer and he stepped closer, already gesturing into the distanceSuddenly, the side door on the van slid open and two men stepped out, both holding guns, pointing at Brian and Cassie.The passenger said, "Get in quietly and no one will get hurt."Cassie froze in terror, eyes wide and white.The. I still didn't have a boyfriend. Boys had asked me out (they didn't stay nervous 16-year-olds forever, thank goodness) but I never accepted; too risky, too much pain lurking just below the surface.I made friends though; some girls, some non-threatening guys already in relationships. I didn't share my love of J.K. Rowling's stories with them and they never commented on my famous doppelganger; it's not that they never noticed, I think they just didn't care.I met Belinda in the second year of my.