Message-ID: <33089asstr$1004047805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Stone-D X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id MAA18341 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 00:00:04 +0700 Subject: {ASSM} STORY : Sibling Rivalry (M/f, NC, Reluc, Sleep, Drunk, Anal, Rom) Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2001 18:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Sibling Rivalry (M/f, NC, MC, Reluc, Sleep, Drunk, Anal, Rom) Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=XX=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Copyright Message =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= This story was written by Laga Mahesa (aka Stone-D), 2001. 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Enough blithering - on with the story. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=XX=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sibling Rivalry (M/f, NC, Reluc, Sleep, Drunk, Anal, Rom) Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001 Part I "Bloody apple trees. Give me a cherry any day!" - A Famous inventor, a comment made to his physician after an equally famous accident. I HATED MY brother. I certainly didn't hold any death wishes for him, though a comment to that effect does cross my mind on the occasion. You see, my brother - Steve, if you really must know - was your typical poster boy type. I wasn't. Yes, that kind of hate. A hatred born of envy, leading inevitably to a 'don't give a damn anymore' approach. Oh, it wasn't that I was ugly, no - the problem was that girls always gravitated to Steve, never sparing so much as a glance at anyone else once aware of his availability. We rarely speak now, bar the usual pleasantries. Hello, good morning, fed the cat yet? and so on. It was that which allowed my mind to contemplate what I did those many years ago, something I've never since regretted. My frustration knew no bounds and I had intended to become like a classic vampire. Steve was to be my Igor, bringing me my, ahaha, virgins - saving me all that courtship hassle usually required of one night flings. I'm actually quite annoyed it took me so long to even come up with the idea, considering how it all turned out. It was the first time for me and - as is always the case, I suppose - was exceptionally memorable, both for the simple joy of the act - okay, acts - and the sense of revenge. His girlfriend at the time was a cute blonde girl called Sheryll Tanes. Her name, definitely not her actual activities I assure you, earned her a regular accusation of being fond of 'stanes'. Geddit? Heh. Anyway, as you might have suspected I had lusted after her since first laying eyes upon her - on my doorstep in fact, being groped by my sibling. That led to a rather long time spent on the crapper, 'answering nature's call' as it were, the only way possible for me at that time. At the time. It was two weeks later, they'd beeing sleeping with each other for the past week - no, not constantly you deranged tit! - and she'd taken to sleeping over on a regular basis, fast becoming a habit. A real cute couple. Anyway, Steve had gone out with some college friends, got seriously drunk, come back and collapsed on the couch staring blankly at a stupid mangga cartoon on cable. One of those ones with a bear that looked like it belonged in a bad LSD trip. You know, bright mauve main character with a polkadot-covered sidekick... blob. After a dull while fighting with the remote, I stomped upstairs, intending to... err, socialize. On the net. Yeah, one of those types, thats me. As I passed my brother's room, I glanced inside and saw Sheryll sprawled fully dressed on the bed, still in her clubbing outfit. She'd come home drunk too, only much earlier. Then it happened. As it so often happens with wizened old hermits that have a dumb habit of sleeping under apple trees, my brain got hit by a random cosmic particle and I was slapped in the face with the seeds of an Idea. With a capital 'I'. I crept into the room, stood at the foot of the bed and just stared. The seed grew shoots. Sheryll lay on the bed with one arm hanging off the side - and beneath it, lying on the floor close to her limp hand, was a bottle of black label Smirnoff. Empty. Tendrils were spreading, leaf buds were sprouting... There's a bloody fully equipped *bar* in the living room, stuffed with bottles gathering dust waiting for a party of the kind my parents used to have... before their divorce that is. Such a waste, I thought. Leaves grew, flowerbuds popped along the tiny branches. I stared at her slim, tanned legs and her firm, perfect-sized breasts. The flowers blossomed. The Idea had matured. I smiled. Part II "Lightspeed may be a bit difficult, but this barrier however..." - A certain white haired physicist, an undocumented comment he made at an undocumented bachelor party. AN HOUR LATER, Steve was well and trully out for the count. A game of 'who can drink the most amount of vodka' is an attractive proposition to someone already drunk, and is easy to win when the person you're playing against isn't only pretending to drink his. I had to laugh at how easy this was. A quick grin flashed at my unconscious brother, then I was up the stairs in record time after a moment to calm my raging heartbeats. Back in his room. Damn, I'd been so aroused at the prospect since the Idea took hold I was actually getting dizzy with anticipation. Sheryll had worn one of those cute tight black evening dresses, with the shoulder straps and the hem at thigh-height. She looked gorgeous, she looked as fuckable as... well, Sheryll. There wasn't any comparison, not in my mind. I thumped heavily on the bed next to her a few times, that tiny kernel of doubt ensuring I had a valid escape route - yep, fast asleep. Or unconscious. I switched off the lights and drew the blinds over the windows, blocking nearly all light from the room. I waited until my night vision adjusted - yes. Spot on, I could see her quite well enough and... hell, it's so damned atmospheric! Ahhh I couldn't stand it. I held her face, that beautiful fresh teenage face and kissed her deeply, while my hand quested downwards and groped lovingly at her full breasts through her tight dress, my lust mounting by the moment. I slipped a hand inside... ah, what joy! Her nipples were slowly growing hard under my ministrations and my hand seemed rebellious as I forcibly removed it from it's comfortable place and started to stroke my way down to her knee. God, I was hard! Sod it. Quick, brutal and animalistic is the way it will have to be - being the first time I had no patience with foreplay, beyond the standard rote moves of course, and being a sexually immature teenager 'foreplay' consists of an organ-hardening wank and not much else. I sat up, grasped the hem of her dress and pushed it up past her hips - no panties! What the hell!? I stared in a stunned trance for a few moments at her mound, already glistening with her juices from my rough attentions on her breasts. I snapped out of my fugue and rapidly removed all my clothes, trying vainly to get my trembling under control. I parted her legs with my knees and positioned my myself at her entrance. Once lodged, I carefully leaned over her until I was firmly in place over her gorgeous form, my arms tucked under her armpits and my hands grasping her head on either side. Leaning over, I started to kiss her and tease my tongue into her mouth, lost in the depths of my fantasy come true. Unfortunately, half a minute later she started to stir and come around, still seriously drunk and out of her mind, but nonetheless conscious. Oh bugger. That wasn't in the plan... oh well. She'll be fully conscious shortly, I can damn well guarantee that at least. I savoured this moment for a second, then started pushing until my head popped inside. Damn that was rough! It almost hurt! "Oh god... tight!" I breathed out. Another push, another inch vanished. "Nnnn... wha... Hey! What... Get off! Steve? Stop... That HURTS please oh GOD NO!" I lost control. I covered her mouth with my own to silence her, and started to kiss her deeply again. In her drunken and confused state she readily responded in turn. I pulled out, then spasmed my buttocks in a forceful thrust, burying myself inside her almost dry snatch - a slight resistance, then a glorious feeling of possession. She muffled a shriek of pure agony inside my mouth, and started to twist about violently in an attempt to push me off her. Resistance... a virgin! Jesus! But... they'd been sleeping together! Oh shit, I though to myself - they'd literally been 'sleeping together', nothing else! Oh, no... Her nubile form twitching and struggling beneath me, impaled on my gloating manhood, drew my attention away from remorse. Oh well, 'In for a penny, in for a pound' as they say. Her eyes brimmed with tears and started darting around looking for some means of escape from her pain. Being drunk however didn't help, so all she succeeded in doing was to send me over the edge. My member screaming in derision at my hesitation, I lost control and went ape. I started to thrust and pound, savagely thumping her hips with my own, her head pressed tightly between my hands from which came a slight whimpering whine each time our hips connected. The bed shook and creaked, the headboard lightly tapping against the far wall beyond which lay Steve in a drunken coma. Continuing to sob and whimper, still twisting furiously under me and her legs pushing vainly against the bed in an effort to get away as I raped her, she started to weaken in her despair and began to surrender to her situation. The passage started to get easier, more slippery, and a look of what seemed to be a mix of revulsion and shame crossed her face as a slight grunt was added between each bout of whimpering - I realized why as she suddenly shook with a mild orgasm, her muscles tensing and shaking all over her body and especially her sex. I paused my thrusting and leaned back, releasing her head to do so, then yanked down the top of her dress, snapping the frail shoulder straps to reveal her perfectly gorgeous creamy handfuls, surmounted by her erect rosy nipples. I paused there for a moment, revelling in the sight of this beautiful blonde twisting and shaking on the end of my newly anointed manhood. I crouched down, resumed my thrusting, and greedily licked and sucked at her breasts - throwing her into an even more pitifully delightful frenzied bid for escape, a frenzied howling moan escaping from between her clenched lips. My new position unfortunately allowed her some more leeway and she started to thrash and punch her fists ineffectually against my chest - pitifully amusing and a wicked turn on, but distracting nonetheless so I leaned forwards again, forcing her down into the bed, crushing her breasts with my chest. The sensation was glorious, a feeling of total and utter possession. Oh, that felt so good. I could now feel her every writhe and shudder as I shafted her mercilessly, each gasp and squeal I could feal as her breath brushed my face. I felt my balls starting to tighten, the head of my penis started to get flare and I knew I was about to cum. So did she, so it seemed, because she then restarted her thrashing with a vengeance, her feet drumming against the bed, her hands grasping and pushing against my shoulders. I forced my arms under hers and gripped her neck with one hand, the back of her head with the other and, using her in that position as leverage, pounded even harder into her, grunting in time with the beat. She shrieked and cried out, "Nonono! Please, please don't pleeeeaaahhnnn!" Surprise! She suddenly bucked underneath me, a massive and savage orgasm rippling through her frail body as I thrust and pounded continually. "HHHHNNNNNNGGGGMMMFFFF!" She shuddered, her cunt clenching, releasing, spasming, clenching again. That set me off, there was no escaping it. I thrust mightily one last time into her, crushing her between my vicelike neckhold and my hips, and came with a torrent unlike any I've ever known was possible. I groaned, as I thrust and spurt deeply inside her and heard her choked gasp as she felt the fire of my sperm bathing her insides. Thrust, spurt, thrust, spurt. It continued for what seemed like forever, then I collapsed on top of her shivering and sobbing body, my body tingling with post coital bliss. I stayed in her that way, pinning her beneath me, as I stroked her head and - dare I say lovingly - caressed her hair and face, kissing and nuzzling her neck and shoulders. She didn't move beyond an occasional twitch from her sobbing and a single aborted attempt to curl up into a ball. And thus, I slept, and so did she. After a while. Part III "Cold fusion? Nah, hot is more up my alley..." - A certain wheelchair-bound physicist, in an argument with a professor at Cal Tech. I WOKE UP a few hours later, to find that, although I was still inside her, my torso had slipped to the side and was lying face to face with her. I was mildly surprised I wasn't cramped. She was fast asleep, though the twitches that crossed her face, fluttering eyelids and vague mumblings betrayed the fact that she seemed to be deep inside a dream - whether pleasurable or nightmarish, I could only guess. Sure enough, considering where it was, it didn't take long before my member became erect again. I pulled out carefully - so as not to wake her - before I became too tempted. Sifting through my mind, I recalled some of my favourite erotic stories that I had found on the internet newsgroups. I grinned maniacally at myself as I thought of the various positions and activities that I found most memorable. Looking back at Sheryll, a spasm of guilt and shame crossed my mind. What I had done was essentially date rape, as to her I was still Steve. Not only that I had taken her virginity - I had half convinced myself to do the deed with the thought that she was used to sex and would not be too affected by the experience. Thus, I decided I needed to check out the female side of arousal. I knew I was sadly lacking any knowledge in that department beyond online erotica. I leaned in towards and over her and started to softly kiss her about the face, lingering momentarily over her sweet lips and carefully sliding my tongue into her mouth before proceeding down to her neck and shoulders. The dream twitches eased somewhat to my surprise - I thought she was waking up. Seeing that was not the case, I reached down and lightly stroked her breasts, delighting in the view as her skin puckered up in goosebumps and her nipples began to harden. Cupping and squeezing gently, it wasn't long before her breathing became erratic and shivers flowed through her body. She twisted slightly, and I moved down my head to engulf her right nipple in my mouth, bringing a soft moan from the depths of her dreams. I move my hand down, softly caressing her flat stomach and down to her thighs, lightly brushing her mound yet not quite touching the lips of her sex. Suddenly she gasped and her hand jerked beneath her right breast, possibly a reflection of what she was doing in her dream. I seriously thought she had woken up, but she was still deeply asleep. I leaned back to watch her as I carefully navigated my hand between her legs, lightly running my middle finger back and forth between her lips - that almost did it. She shuddered, her shoulders pushed back and her body arched upwards, thrusting her firm breasts into the air; a muffled squeak betrayed her imminent orgasm so I stopped for a while, allowing her to subside lest she did wake up. When she was calm again, I moved my hand back where it was - now damp with her juices - and slowly eased my fingers between her lips, resting my middle finger against her hole and my thumb against her small clit. Her head flipped to face the other direction, a short gasp escaping from between her teeth, the tendons in her throat tensing as I started to rub her clit while easing my finger inside her. I continued this, eventually embedding my middle finger up to the knuckle in her velvet tunnel as I flicked at her clit with my thumb. During this she twisted, shuddered and moaned tiny whimpers in her sleep, the sensations in her body escalating to orgasm. Carefully, I knelt on the bed beside her and slowly peeled her dress down and off her body - a long and laborious process as I didn't want her to wake up, made further difficult with her writhing in a near-orgasmic state so I had to time each tug to coincide with her twistings. I had a hard time removing my finger from her sheath, but my cock's demands for attention were the most difficult to handle; one slip of concentration and I would be ernestly nailing her to the bed again, missing this educational opportunity. Finally I managed to slip that delightful dress off which I bundled up and tossed off the bed. Sitting back on my heels, I watched her glorious golden form as she breathed deeply and slowly writhed in her arousal, my member pulsing nearly in time with her body's movement. I moved back on the bed, and knelt between her legs to face her female flesh up close. I nuzzled my nose in it, blew on it, breathed on it; each bringing an additional gasp from her. Pressing closer, I drew my tongue down her thigh, lapping lightly at the folds of her flesh - pushing at her hole, flicking at her clit. Shortly her hips started to push up towards me, with no small amount of satisfaction I realized that it wouldn't be long before she came. I sat back, then knee-walked forwards until my thighs lay beneath her upthrust legs, my bobbing member resting on her belly, barely touching her lips at the base. Thrusting back my hips, I leaned on one hand beside her head and grabbed my member with the other to guide it into position. Once there, I released and placed both arms on either side of her shoulders and slowly pushed in with small thrusts. She gasped and threw her head back, stretching her long luxurious neck and shoving her breasts against my chest. Then she woke up. "Ste... wh... Steve what are you... NO! Steve, NOT AGAIN! GET OFF ME STE... YOU!!" she gasped in shock, her big blue eyes opened wide in stunned recognition. Silly me, I'd left the light on. Oh well. "Hi!" I said, then kissed her deeply whilst massaging her breasts with my own chest. "Nonommmphhfffno it can't be... that was you last nigmmmphhff! Get off me, please!" She started to sob as reality hit her and realization dawned together with the sudden recollection of what had happened to her a mere few hours previously. To fight off a full crying session, I staved off my own lust and started to stimulate her again, licking down her neck to her left breast whilst massaging her right - all the time holding the torpedo securely in front of the firing tube. "Please, no pleaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she whimpered as a mini orgasm shook her to the core. "You want me don't you? I've known from the start, I know you do. Tell me, you want to fuck me don't you?" I whispered in her ear as I massaged her body and tongued her ear. "N-no pleaaase nnnngggghhhhaaarrrrgggghh!!" A second tremor, slightly more violent than the last, shook through her. I twitched my member in her entrance. "Say it," I whispered again. "Ask for it. Plead for release." She panted breathlessly, gaping at me with her eyes wide open shining with unshed tears. "Nonono I daarrrghh!" A spasm twitched her hips off the bed, increasing the pressure slightly causing us both to gasp. "HnnnnnnnGGGHHH!!" She shook, then she arched beneath me, her hips bucked and she half impaled herself on me. "Oh god! That's better. Yeeesss. Now, BEG ME!" I demanded, my lust wearing my patience thin. She sobbed piteously, cringing and shivering, then yelled back at me. "Please! Please give it to me please give me release!" "BEG ME!" "Please! Please f... fuck me!" she finally said, almost whispering in her need. "Oh. Well, if you insist." And with that, I clenched my buttocks and rammed myself fully into her, slamming into her cervix with force. She climaxed. I gripped her around the shoulders, pulling her tightly against me as she twisted and yowled beneath me, her legs flexing and drumming against my legs and back, her head twisting back and forth with her mouth gaping wide open in a soundless scream of orgasmic fury. I hadn't thrust once yet - I was too busy enjoying her fit as her clenching vagina did all the fucking for us both. It took all my concentration to not spurt there and then - it was that good. Finally she started to subside, her arms automatically clasping about my neck and shoulders, her legs wrapped around mine, both of us already covered in a sheen of warm sweat. I leaned forward and kissed her; forehead, nose, eyes and lips while stroking her head. I then started thrusting - slowly, unlike the previous bout of carnal lust I wanted this one to last for a while and hopefully enjoyable to the both of us. Besides, now that she was fully aware (and unlikely to forget despite being drunk) of who I was - or wasn't - I wanted to have a go at turning her. I didn't think I had much chance, but I had to try. I whispered sweetnesses in her ears as I thrust slowly and rhythmically - hypnotically in fact. What is a hypnotic trance? Is it not, in fact, a state where you are completely relaxed and feeling totally energized? Rather like the state following an orgasm wouldn't you say? Well, whether true or not I didn't have anything to lose so I went for it. I whispered continually in her ears, alternating between direct commands - "Tell me you like it. Ask me to fuck you." - and sneaky comments that apply to both our positions - "This feels so good. I want you so much." - during which I continued that hypnotic thrust, bump, grind and continual groping. "Uh. Uh. Uh. N-nesssssss. Umph. Huh. Yes. Uh. Puhleeeumph. Uh. Yes. Please." It's working! By God, it's working! This is incredible! This is so damn... shit, what a turn on! I increased my pace, thumping solidly into her core, occasionally hitting her cervix. Her panting increased and she started writhing all over again. "Uhmmmuh uh uh uhmmm! Hnnn, please..." I groaned, clenched her tightly against me again, mashing her breasts with my chest and began thrusting furiously. Then, with one final lunge I dove deeply into her. I grabbed her head and kissed her deeply as we both came furiously, her twisting and writhing whilst I flooded her womb with a second load of my sperm, spurt after violent spurt of hot semen. Finally we lay still - me still on top though slightly to one side to allow her breathing space. "God, Sheryll, that was sooo good." "I... I... what have I done!? Oh no, what have I done!? Steve! Oh no, Steve..." she sobbed, still confused over her body's reactions and violent climaxes, the likes of which she had never experienced before nor anticipated. "Shhhh. You enjoyed it didn't you? You liked it right?" "I... I... n... yes. YES but - " She fell silent and I pulled her tight against me, resting her head on my chest while caressing her back. Eventually, her sobs died down and we were both fast asleep. Part IV "Black holes are so... tight..." - A certain white haired physicist, an undocumented comment he made at an undocumented bachelor party. WAKING UP DESPERATE for a piss has to be one of the worst possible things that can happen to a guy who has a nubile blonde teenager spread open beneath him fast asleep with his deflated shaft still resting peacefully in her cunt and her bare breasts pressed against his chest. It was around half past five in the morning and still dark outside. Mournfully withdrawing from her, I crept out of bed and went to the hallway bathroom in a staggering rush. Finished, I came back, pulled back the sheets - and stared. Captain Boner just had a wakeup call. In her sleep, Sheryll had rolled rolled over onto her stomach in my absence, her head on the pillow with her arms splayed out beneath it to either side. I stared, luxuriating in the sight of her firm, flawlessly teenaged ass, knowing fine well what my next conquest would be. I hadn't ever thought about anal sex before now, but that sight concurrent with that though immediately gave me a boner of mammoth proportions - not that she would have liked that particular detail. At least, not the first time. I wondered momentarily how that would affect her 'conversion' as it were to my affections - it could break her totally, which I didn't really want, but... the temptation was too much. I had to do it. Perhaps if I didn't wake her before I began like the first time - perhaps then she wouldn't suffer so much from the initial shock and agony. Hmmmm. I wondered back to the bathroom and grabbed the vaseline from the medicine cabinet - why the hell are those always in bathrooms anyway? - then returned to the room. Slowly and carefully, so that she wouldn't wake up, I crawled onto the bed behind and above her, then started smearing both my own rigidness and her anus, bringing involuntary twitches from both of us. Once done, I carefully eased her legs apart then placed a towel-wrapped pillow under her hips, raising her ass into air, giving me a most appetizing view of her rear. With great care, I positioned myself at her virginal sphincter, then leaned forwards and placed my arms by her sides, ready to grab hold of her shoulders and muffle any noise. I rapidly discovered that progress was not going to be easy. Her anus was determined to not submit to my insistant prodding, so I sat back and thought the problem through for a moment. God, she looked so beautiful with her ass raised up like that, her flawless skin, her smooth, long legs and firm back muscles a sight that would trigger the most animalistic urges in any man. Moving back into position, I placed myself at her cunt this time, wanting to enjoy at least the position if not the act. Pushing in and finally resting my hips against her ass, I sighed at the sensations coursing through my nerves as her pussy automatically clenching me firmly deep inside her warmth. I built up a slow, light rhythm - she still remained asleep and I did not wish her to awake, so with difficulty I refrained from fucking her as hard as I really wished. Actually it was more enjoyable to tell the truth. A short time later she was mumbling and gasping in her sleep, then her body began to move automatically, thrusting her upraised ass back against me in time with my beat. I decided to try again. Pulling out, I manoeuvered myself back to her virgin backside, gripped her ass firmly but lightly to steady myself and started to push. It was much easier this time. Her aroused state had her vaginal muscles clenching and spasming, relaxing her anus in the process, and it wasn't more than a few moments of ardent pushing that my head finally popped past her ring and I was in. Oh jesus! I thought. The feeling was incredible - almost painfully tight, but so pleasurable it was beyond description. Basking in the feeling and staring at where our bodies were connected by my shaft, I slowly pulled on her hips and began pushing forward in little jerks, each time increasing my penetration by another inch into her rectum. Finally I bottomed out - literally - and paused there, resting and luxuriating in the sheer bliss of the moment. I caressed her back, tenderly grasped her buttocks and kneaded the soft flesh of her thighs. Then I started my thrusting. Bending over her body, still grasping her by her slim hips, I slowly started to rock into her, each pass easing my member out until only the head remained then pushing back in until my scrotum came into contact with her pussy. Releasing one hand, I moved it down over her body, then under her ribs to cup a breast as I slowly plumbed her depths. Her breathing became harsh as her body began to twitch and shudder beneath me. God, she was loving it! I thought in amazement. That turned me on something chronic and my passion ramped up dramatically. I removed my other hand from her waist up to her shoulder, and increased the pace of my pounding, each thrust resulting in a smacking sound as my hips slammed into her ass cheeks. A low moan came from deep within her throat and she started to spasm and shake, an orgasm ripping through her body in waves. "Uhhhmmmm.... ohhhh... oh... oh my god! What?" she mumbled as she rapidly woke up. "What are... oh jesus no, please not there, no!" Her arms started to push down on the bed, raising her body up from the bed and arching her back - unintentionally placing her in the classic pose that set off any man that saw it whether in life or in a porn flick; whether dressed or no. With her head hung down shaking with each thrust and her hands clenching the sheets, my lust broke all bounds, and I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and started to fuck her ass hard and fast. "Owwww!" she whined. "Ahhhh! No, please don't, no owwwww!" She yelped as I lunged once, nearly banging her head against the wall, the grip on her head forcing her up and backwards, stretching her firm breasts taut. Holding her like that, I groped her chest with my free hand and buttfucked her with a pistonlike movement, feeling my sperm beginning to boil. "Hnnnnooo, please... Hnnnaaarrgghh! Hmmmnnn!" she moaned, as another, more powerful spasm shook her body, her rectal muscles gripping my shaft like a second skin. I grunted and came, flooding her again, my juices spraying deep into her bowels as we both climaxed in unison. I ground my hips against hers as I came, spurt after spurt of my sperm jetting from my cock into her ass. We twitched violently together for several moments, then we collapsed onto the bed in total exhaustion, my cock still firmly gripped by her sphincter and my hand trapped beneath her still holding onto her inflamed tit. Gasping weakly, it was several minutes before I had the breath to speak, but she beat me to it. "I..." she gulped. "I... never thought... but..." She shuddered and scrunched up her shoulders, tucking her hands beneath her. "I liked that. God help me, I liked that. Oh jesus help me..." she whispered, a dry sob punctuating her announcement. Quite frankly I was shocked. There I was, assuming she was going to be in abject pain, and she liked it so much she said so! I kissed and licked at the damp sweat about her neck and shoulders, caressing her side with my free hand. What she had just said had turned me on and amazingly I could feel my flagging member rising to the occasion once again. "Oh... jesus, again!?" she whispered. "No, please..." She sighed, her body trembling. "Do it again. Do me again, please. Fuck my ass again, I'm asking you. Please. Please." My mind, heart and cock joined hands in tribute and crowed with triumphant glee. She was mine. Epilogue "Inshallah! Check it out Faisha, he's not only tiny he can't even get it up! Hahaha! Be a good boy and fetch that cute american businessman from next door would you?" - A theoretical turning point in Osama bin Laden's early life. I SCREWED HER twice more that night. Once more in her ass after her speech, then the last with her on top - a last, most enjoyably definitive sign of her submission, though I was feeling slightly the worse for wear by that time. The next day she broke up with Steve, throwing the high school rumourmill into a frenzy, and the following week she moved in with me. The look on Steve's face was something else. The most beautiful girl he had ever dated, the first and so far only one he had trully loved, was now with his nothing of a brother. His life degenerated for a period after that - bitterness led to drinking and his success at school took a savage downturn. His behaviour during that period made him a no-man's zone for girls, earning him my original post in the bathroom with a box of tissues whenever he heard us getting physical. Within a year he was stable, but he was never the same. Every time he came home, every time he walked past us in school or elsewhere, he was faced with the fact that he had lost his one true love. Devestation was not sufficient to describe how he felt. As for me, well. It was my turn to fall in love, and Sheryll shared that sentiment. She forgave me for the events of that night, and eventually actually thanked me for it, as essentially it had brought them together. It turned out that my crude attempt to 'turn' her had been a dead cause from the start. She had been yearning for sexual release for a while at that point, and though she had been dismayed and profoundly shocked by the experience, she had revelled in it, the rape having fulfilled some of her darkest fantasies - being forcefully taken but not physically hurt and tortured in the process. I was greatly thankful to discover that I had not impregnated her that night - she had been on the pill for a while, erring on the side of caution in her distrust of Steve and his reputation. Apparently she had never loved Steve, it had been peer pressure that had hooked her up with him in the first place, her position as the school beauty and his as the school 'stud' making them a predestined match. Her status as a virgin had left no room for any other real feeling other than deep distrust for his reputation, she had agreed to 'sleep' with him after he threatened to leave her, citing the fact that 'his reputation was at stake', but only if he did not try anything with her when they did so. He had agreed, and additionally promised to not spread lies - any rumours remained as such, mere rumours that could be ignored and that would die a quick death. Strangely, that situation had led to his loving her - but, well. Que sera, sera. Those events took place five years ago. Sheryll and I were married a year after our... encounter. We both now work in the same firm, her partly in charge of the marketing team and myself sole supervisor of the company intranet. Steve interestingly enough got hitched with a lesbian lawyer - a vexing puzzle until I saw his bank balance. Life is good. The End Note : Sorry about the quotes, I made them up. Honest. I was feeling in a wierd mood when I wrote this; I don't like the idea of actual rape, having too much respect for women (I wrote this story as a result of an... interesting conversation with the girl standing next to me this very moment), so I felt a little humour was in order. Sorry for the delay with the 'Shock' story I'm also doing - it is not writer's block or laziness, I have in fact done up to Part 5 but being the perfectionist that I am, I don't want to release a part and then realize I need to change something. Being my first proper story I don't want to fuck up and judging from the mails I have received I don't want to ruin what to them is a promising story. Being in the software line of work, I don't like to release 'buggy' products, no matter how long it takes or who I annoy. I hold the same ideal for stories. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story, I'm off to... never mind. Cya! - Stone-D. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+