My and my buddies get together once or twice a year to trap and fuck some unsuspecting bitch. We've never been caught in 15 years because we're real good at it. We're professionals!
We take turns locating a suitable victim and then we spend lots of time researching and planning. By the time we're ready, we know all about her habits. We map out how to catch and rape her without being caught, leaving no useful evidence behind. Sometimes, though, we leave a few red herrings.
Red herrings like a few years ago when we watched a girl's boyfriend fuck her a few times so we would know what she liked. Then, we took her (blindfolded) and fucked her in the same way as her boyfriend. Later, when she managed to climb out of the old well we had stuck her in, she called the police and had her boyfriend arrested. The judge gave him 5 years plus another 3 because he wouldn't name his accomplices. He's still in jail. We had a good laugh over that one.
This story is about a number we pulled last year. We got two girls that time.
Since it was my turn to find a victim, I drove to a nearby city because it's safer than doing it in our home town. The day was a scorcher so I stopped at a large, forested park on the outskirts to drink some water and enjoy the scenery. By a happy coincidence, it was just the right scenery and saved me a lot of time scouting for a victim.
Sitting under a picnic table under a shady tree in a wide, grassy clearing, I absently looked around at the various people: moms pushing baby strollers; old people getting fresh air; a few joggers; some kids enjoying ice cream. Then I saw them. Two college girls wandered into the clearing carrying book bags. The bags said, "Ste. Marie's College for Girls".
One was blonde with creamy skin. She wore a white blouse, short, brown tartan skirt, white socks and red running shoes. The other girl, a redhead, had very freckled skin and wore the same school uniform. As they walked past me I could see the blonde had blue eyes while the redhead had green eyes.
"OK, Sarah, let's play," said the blonde as she dropped her book bag.
"Get ready Brenda. I'll beat you just like the last two times." The redhead replied.
They both pulled badminton racquets out of their bags and started batting a birdie around while giggling every time they missed.
These two looked ripe for the picking. I particularly liked the way their short skirts gave a tantalizing glimpse of white panties whenever they jumped – the skirts were about 6" above the knees. Nice legs. Nice knees.
After an hour they stopped and packed up.
"See you same time tomorrow, Sarah," said Brenda, the blonde, as she walked toward a narrow path on the far side of the clearing.
I casually followed Sarah out to the street and watched her enter a small coffee shop. She stayed for about 3 hours, studying, before going home on the bus.
I went home and googled Ste. Marie's College for Girls; just curious. It's a private college for 18-20 yr. old "ladies" to help them get into good universities.
Next day I went back to the park at the same time. Again, both girls arrived, played badminton for an hour then left. Again Brenda went down the path while Sarah went to the coffee shop to study.
This time I followed Brenda, at a discreet distance so she wouldn't notice. After about 15 minutes she stopped in a small, remote clearing, sat under a tree and started reading. Shortly, a boy arrived and she eagerly jumped up to greet him. I enjoyed watching their passionate kisses as they held each other tight. The boy's hand kept wandering to her ass but she kept pushing it away. Maybe a half hour later, they got up and walked, hand in hand, out of the park. One turned left while the other turned right blowing kisses to each other as they went.
This continued for the next two weeks, me watching them come to the park to play badminton. Each time, Sarah went to study while Brenda met her boyfriend. Poor guy never got past first base.
My problem was which girl should we catch? The blonde had nice tits (i.e. big), medium-length hair in a ponytail and would be in a remote part of the park. But what could we do about the boyfriend? The redhead had average size tits, long, loose hair and delightful freckles. But she walked in public areas and stayed at the coffee shop. How could we lure her to a secluded spot?
I discussed my dilemma with my two buddies over a few beers. Joe solved the first problem – we would fuck them both. Brad solved the second problem – we would just invite Sarah over after we finished with Brenda.
Here's the plan we made:
Joe and Brad would shoot the boyfriend in the ass with our dart gun (we had a set of drugged darts). He'd be out for two hours at least. I would come up behind Brenda as she sat reading, gag her and blindfold her while Joe and Brad held her arms and legs. Then we would drag her further into the forest and enjoy her hot, pussy. We fuck her on some blankets so there would be no messy evidence for the police. During the action I would mimic the boyfriend's voice so she would think it was set up by her dear beloved. I'm good at mimicking voices.
Second, we would force Brenda to phone her friend Sarah and have her come to the remote clearing saying she'd had a fight with her boyfriend. On Sarah's arrival we would give her the fucking of her life. Brad figured Sarah was a virgin cause she spent all her time studying. I hoped Sarah's pussy hair was as red as the hair on her head.
Later we would leave them tied to a tree.
It would be an awesome afternoon!
We targeted the following Wednesday because few people came to the park in midweek. My backpack carried the blankets and ropes. Brad carried the dart-gun in a small canvas bag.
The three of us watched the girls play badminton.
Brad liked their uniforms. He especially enjoyed glimpsing their white panties when they jumped. "Jeez, I can't wait to get into those!"
Joe complimented me on my choice. "They sure do look fresh and delicious. Think one of them has a cherry for us?"
Joe and Brad sauntered up the path about 10 minutes before the giggling girls finished their game so they could intercept Brenda's boyfriend. As usual he was waiting by a small bridge over a stream. The dart worked perfectly; the boy grabbed at his ass and slowly collapsed. Joe and Brad dragged him out of sight behind a tree and removed the dart so there would be no evidence.
