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 **Andrea the Ballerina**

   The night's ballet performance was superb, and all of the girls were
amazing.  But none impressed me more than Andrea; a gorgeous teen with long
brown hair and a perfectly toned body.  I wanted her, and I knew I would
try to get her before the night was over.  The moment she stepped out on
that stage and wooed me with her glamorous and majestic performance she was
going to be the night's prey.

   When her performance was over I watched her go back stage I slipped out
of the auditorium, which was too crowded for anyone to notice anyone
leaving, with the intention of finding another way backstage.  But before I
could search far the door swung open and Andrea stepped out.  She already
changed out of her ballet uniform and into an all-black outfit consisting
of a blouse, pants, and boots.  She was too busy talking on her phone to
notice my presence, and so kept on walking.

   I waited until she turned the nearest corner and followed her.  She went
into the theater's underground parking garage and remotely unlocked a red
2015 Honda Civic.

   At first I stopped and realized that I didn't have any plans for
following her if she drove.  By the time I reached my car she was bound to
be long gone.  Just as I tried to think up a plan to stop her from leaving
I heard her yell, "Shit!", before turning back around.

   I had to quickly duck underneath another car to keep her from seeing me
on her way out.  When I couldn't see her anymore I climbed out from
underneath the car and walked over to the Honda.

   I was just going to stand there until she came back, but then I realized
she forgot to lock the doors back.  I opened the back door and slipped
inside where I hid in the floorboard.

   She returned no later than ten minutes and, to my luck, climbed in the
front seat without checking the back.  She started the car and soon we were
on the road.

   She was still talking to someone, and switched to speaker mode to drive,
and I was able to gather some useful information.  She had to leave early
from her ballet performance due to the untimely death of her sister in a
car crash, and her parents wanted her to pick up something at the house
before going to meet up with them at a relative's house.

   She pulled into the garage ten minutes later and climbed out of the car.
While she was in the house I climbed out and, after closing the garage
door, grabbed a sledgehammer from a shelf.  When I heard Andrea coming back
out I stood by the door and, when she stepped into the garage, swung the
hammer down.

   There was a heavy this following by the sound of bones cracking as the
hammer struck the top of her head.  Her eyes rolled back into their sockets
and she dropped to the ground like a sack of bricks.

   I set the hammer down and set to work removing her clothes.  First to
come off was her black blouse, followed by the black bra underneath.

   "I wonder if she's wearing black panties?" I mumbled to myself.

   I cusped her small, firm tits in my palms and pushed them together.  I
clenched my teeth on each of her soft nipples and sucked on them.  Then I
grabbed the side of her head and pulled her face towards mine.  I placed my
mouth over hers and slipped my tongue in, twirling it around hers.

   As I tongue kissed her I felt her body stir and weak moaning sounds
escaped her lips regardless of the tongue fondling around in her mouth.

   I pulled back from her lips and looked into her green eyes for a few
seconds before forcefully slamming her head back against the concrete. 
Hard enough to send her unconscious again, but not to kill her.

   I pulled off her boots and grabbed the top of her pants and pulled them
off.

   "I knew it," I muttered when I saw that she was wearing black panties. I
grabbed them and pulled them off with her pants.  I tossed them to the side
and spread her legs.

   I ran my forefinger through the trimmed fuzz on her crotch while my
thumb prodded her tight slit.  I stopped and placed my lips against her
mound, then slowly started running my tongue up and down her coin slot
until her womanhood was nice and wet.  I stood up and unzipped my jeans,
and moments later my erect cock sprung out.

   When I mounted her and pressed my fat member against her pussy and
pushed through her tight hole she let out an audible gasp, then started to
moan again.  Her eyes flew open when I broke through her hymen and blood
trickled out; unexpected, as I'd have thought her ballet would've broken it
by now.

   She quickly regained consciousness and I considered knocking her out
again, but I figured she might as well enjoy the only fuck she was ever
going to get.  Before she could gain enough strength to fight back, I
grabbed her hands and pinned them over her mouth; killing two birds with
one stone, although her muffled screams became audible as I thrust in and
out of her pussy harder.

   She tried to struggle, and even bite her own hands, but nothing she did
helped her scape.  Her squirming, kicking legs only turned me on even more,
as it increased movement of her pelvis.  Because of that I didn't last
long, and before either of us knew it my warm, sticky load was squirting up
into her belly.  A few seconds later I felt her cunt squeeze my fat cock
and, whether because of the orgasm alone or shame at being raped, or both,
her muffled screams could probably be heard by someone if they were
standing right outside of the garage door.

   I finished and pulled my cock out, panting heavily as I stood up.  When
I freed Andrea's hands I expected her to scream out, but she could only lay
there, shaking and tears flowing like water from her eyes.

   Those tearful eyes widened with fear when they saw me pick up the
hammer, and she did scream when I swung it at her face.  The blow struck
hard in the center of her forehead, and another cracking sound rung out
from her skull.  Her attempts at screams, or pleas, or whatever, became
slurred, incoherent babbles, and her legs and arms twitched wildly.

   I swung the hammer again, shattering her nose, then her jaw, and half of
her teath.  A few more strikes at her skull and it split open, pouring out
globs of blood and revealing pink brain tissue below.  Piss sprayed from
her urethra into a steadily-growing puddle on the cement.

   I put the hammer down and pulled a pencil out of my pocket.  I grabbed
both ends and broke it in two, then took one half.  I jammed the broken,
jagged end into her brain and left it there.  Her body jerked violently and
released a final torrent of urine.

   I left her body to be discovered by her mother two hours later, when she
failed to turn up at the family meeting.