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Sibling Rivalry (M/f, NC, MC, Reluc, Sleep, Drunk, Anal, Rom)
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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.
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