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A Greenlit Experience
Contributed by Compute

During the Green lighting fiasco in July, 2005, I wrote this story whilst trolling the boards of the obvious hoax for the "True Experiences" section. It would probably be best if you read the Wikipedia article about it before proceeding with the story, if you aren't already familiar with it. I was going for a sociopathic, psychotic sexual episode type thing. Anyway, enjoy.

A couple weeks ago, right before school was let out, I was going out and green lighting hardcore. Every night it seemed like there was a huge, drunken green lit party I was going to. Of course, only a small percentage of the people were actually green lighting. I saw a lot of hotties, and a few with their collars still up. I decided that I would collar this hottie with long black hair, slightly tan, blue eyes, about 34C tits, and a fucking incredible body.

Just as I was about to make my move and flip down her collar, I felt my own collar flipped from behind. I'd been scoping out the green lighting ladies all night, and I didn't think that any of them had managed to get behind me, so I turned around and I was right. Behind me was an athletic guy, probably 20 or so, and he was wearing a green polo with the collar down, with some sort of animal on the front. Sort of a weird polo, I thought. I'd never been collared by a guy before, partially because I wasn't all that into the gay scene, and because I was usually careful, and made the first move. But he got me, fair and square, so I decided to go along with it and see what happened.

I asked him, "where do you want to go? Alley outback?" And he looks at me with a mischievous smile and says, "No way, not nearly enough room for what I want to do. We'll go back to my place. It's just a few blocks from here." I agreed and we were off.

He lived in one of the local townhouses that had been around here since the 20's. They were absolutely huge, but sort of run down. I didn't care. He unlocks the front door and we go inside, but as we're walking through the hall way, he leans back and shushes me, and explains that this is his parents' place. So I quieted down and followed him through the darkness.

We go up several mini flights of stairs, until we reach the top of his house. On the top floor I notice a door open in a room painted white and pink. Really cutesy-girly shit. I stop for a second and peer inside. There's a girl on the bed, wearing just a sports bra and boxers, the boxers are wedged deep in her pussy, giving me an excellent view of her camel toe. She had fairly small breasts, cute, pudgy little cheeks, sort of like Drew Berrimore. She was probably 13 years old or so. That's when he noticed I was lagging behind. I quickly looked forward again and kept following him. We came to what looked like a closet. He opened the door and inside was a ladder. He climbed the ladder and we finally made it to his room, the attic.

It was sort of musty and humid up there, but not totally unbearable. He almost immediately took off his shirt began to lift mine off. When he took my shirt off he began undoing my belt, and then, using the belt like a leash, pulled me over to his bed and laid down on his back. Using the belt to guide me, he pulled me over until I was straddling his chest. He smiled a big grin, and of course I was beaming too. My teeth were clenched with anticipation. He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly, and started rubbing my cock through my boxers.

At this point, I began to hear music in my head. Music giving me inspiration. It guided my actions, told me what to do next. Although I already knew what had to be done. To truly satisfy myself, my needs. The music playing was Beethoven's 9th symphony. I know what you're thinking, 'very clockwork orange-esque,' but I simply cannot help the music that goes through my head during these situations.

Suddenly, I snap back to reality. The 9th blaring in my head, I realize my left hand is already on his neck, my thumb pressing in hard on his esophagus. My right hand clenched in a fist, slowing rising above my head, as if conducting an orchestra. The sound of my fist landing hard on his eye socket is hardly audible over the percussions. Over and over again, I feel my fist landing on his face, sometimes subtle cracks and creeks slip through the sound of the overwhelming orchestra. Grinning wickedly, still, the sound in my head begins to fade as I notice a splotch of blood on my chest.... on my knuckles... my face. I realized that I had lost all recollection of time since the music began, and decided that It would be best if I got dressed. I buckled my belt and wiped my hands on a couple of shirts I found huddled together on the floor. I put my green polo back on as I looked in the mirror, I chuckled lightly to myself as I lifted my collar back up, in it's rightful place.

As I climbed down the ladder of my host's room, I looked over at the bed once again. No movement. I shrugged and continued down the ladder. I walked as quietly as I could down the dark hallway, toward the stairs. I started down the stairs when I heard a timid voice. "Who.... are you?" An innocent girl looked up at me in the moonlight, shining from the window above the staircase, the girl from before. She was holding a glass of water, coming up the stairs.

"Oh... just a friend of your brother." I said. "Who're you?"

"I'm Ashley!" she quipped.

I moved aside to let her past me and continue up the stairs. I turned to watch her pass. She had silky legs, and her ass looked absolutely immaculate in those little, loose boxers she was wearing. She proceeded to her room in the darkness. I followed, close behind her. She set the glass down on her dresser, and turned around. She had put on a t-shirt before she went downstairs, and now she slowly pulled it over her head, then tossed it on the floor.

I was standing in the corner, watching her undress, and periodically taking sips of her water. I walked over and closed the door. As soon as it closed she asked, "Who's there!" She sounded startled. I thought she knew I was watching. I walked out from under the shadows, dwarfing her 5'4'' frame with my stature. I leaned down to kiss her. She resisted at first, making muffled noises and getting saliva all over my face. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face against mine, and she sort of went limp for a moment, until I felt her tongue darting back at mine.

I literally ripped the sports bra she was wearing off of her and began vigorously sucking on her tit as she moaned quietly. From her nipple, I began kissing my way down her stomach, licking at her belly button, until I finally got down to the elastic band on her boxers. Without hesitation, I pulled them down to reveal her glistening pussy. She had a very sparse dispersement of pubic hair, but as they say, "If there's grass on the field, I'll play ball." I laid her down on the bed and began chowing down on her delightful cunt. She was moaning louder and louder, to the point that I was beginning to wonder if her parents could hear. I began flicking her clit with my tongue as I inserted two fingers into her dripping wet hole, and I felt her vagina contract violently around my fingers as she climaxed, but I continued licking her clit and finger fucking her. Just before her next orgasm, I jammed my pinky into her asshole. She yelped, but a second later she came and was breathing so rapidly, I thought she might be having a panic attack.

Without waiting for her breathing to return to normal, I pulled my cock out and immediately jammed it into her cunt. She gasped, and moaned uncontrollably while I fucked her. The whole time she was bucking her hips against mine, always begging me to go harder and faster. I threw her legs up in the air and they quickly coiled around my torso. As I came, I grabbed her by the neck with both hands, choking her while balls deep inside of her. Watching her life force flow out of her as mine was pumped deep inside of her. She started scratching at my arms and making gurgling noises. As she struggled for air, I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock yet again. She had another orgasm. I laughed, and relinquished my grip on her neck, and she sucked in a large amount of air and began coughing. Through the coughs and gasps, she begged me to fuck her again. But I was spent, my sperm oozing out of her onto her sheets.

I finished dressing and walked downstairs toward the front door. I laughed again as it struck me that I never really even got a good look at this girl's face, even though her body was quite exquisite. Oh well, I thought. She probably didn't even see mine either, as if it mattered. She wouldn't speak a single word of what happened to anyone, even after she learned about her brother. I closed the door to their house and began walking. The sun was rising now, but that was no excuse.

I popped my collar.