Message-ID: <44010asstr$1061295004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030819024029.27761.qmail@web10009.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dark Paladin MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 19:40:29 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter IV (mf, mF, mc, preg) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 08:10:04 -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: hecate, dennyw The Feel By: Dark Paladin Chapter IV Steve flipped through the magazine, barely reading the words. Steve, you are the biggest turd in the world, he thought to himself. He put down the magazine, leaning over to cradle his head in his hands. It had been a day since he had taken Nicole, robbing her of her virginity, squirting his sperm into her tight body. Even now, the memory was making him hard. Then again, he was only 16 - navel lint made him hard. A little over a week before, he had sex with her best friend Amanda, taking her virginity as well. Each time, his strange new power - the ability to make others feel physical sensations that weren't there - had helped him in his quest. By pleasuring both girls before he had even touched them, working them up to such a fever pitch that the teen cheerleaders surrendered themselves to him - even though they made protests along the way. He had come inside of each of them, shooting his seed right into their wombs. There was the chance they were pregnant. So here he was, 16, fornicating with two girls who were best friends, both possibly pregnant. Just had to do it, didn't you, Steve? he thought to himself. Earlier in the week he had reveled that he was young, free, financially independent thanks to his father's life insurance policy that set up a trust fund for him. A policy that was activated after Steve murdered his father with his power. The guilt was slowly starting to eat away at him. At first, he was glad. He hadn't meant for his father to die - it was an accident. But as time wore on, his heart seemed to beat a little bit slower every time he thought about it. He sighed, running a hand through his brown hair. All he could do for now is sweat it out. Maybe he'd get lucky and neither girl was pregnant - after all, it was their first time. Not that it really mattered biologically, but still - didn't it? Maybe neither girl would speak to each other about their tryst with Steve. Maybe he could just dig a hole and hide inside for a few weeks in case they ever did talk to each other. He looked up at the receptionist, a forty-ish woman who was typing into a computer. Steve was otherwise alone in the reception office to his doctor for a follow up tetanus shot. Something buzzed at the end of Steve's consciousness, but before he could focus on it, the phone rang. The receptionist answered it. "Dr. Annul's office. Cid? What - I can't-" She looked up, her eyes towards Steve but not focused on him. "Did you call a plumber? All right, I'll be right there. Yes, just keep the towels on it. Bye." "Ariana?" the receptionist called. "Be right there," called a voice from the hallway. Steve remembered that voice. He sat up a little straighter, looking down the hallway past the receptionist. A moment later, Ariana appeared. She was just as he remembered her the last time he was here. She was about his height, looking like Jenny McCarthy had in her youth. Her perfect blond hair hung to her shoulders, bright blue eyes looking around her. She was pretty, with shiny pink lips and flawless complexion. Every stereotype of the nurse type seemed alive in her - deep cleavage in a buttoned nurses uniform, even white nylons. "We had a pipe break back at home," the receptionist was saying. "I hate to do this, but I've got to run, and Dr. Annul isn't due back until tomorrow, so-" "That's OK," Ariana said. "I'm just about to show out Ms. Greenly, then Steve there is out last patient, and. Just lock the door behind you, and I'll set the dead bolt and such after I'm done with Steve." The receptionist cast a look at Steve's direction, probably wondering Steve could be trusted. Steve grinned at her, and she relaxed. "All right," she said. "I owe you one." Ariana looked at Steve. "I'll be with you in just a minute," she said. The receptionist almost flew by him as Steve nodded back at the pretty nurse. "No problem," he said. The back of his neck started to sweat. "I'll just sit here and, um-" He picked up a copy of Time. "Read about the Bush administration." He glanced at the cover. "Hey, I didn't know Bush Sr. was back in office." Ariana smiled at him before turning back down the hallway. Steve watched her go, her butt gently swaying back and forth before him. He couldn't help himself - he reached out with the Feel, as he was beginning to call it, gently running a mental hand up her thigh. Ariana pauses for half a second, looking back for a second, then continuing on. The barest whisper of sensation caressed her thighs - probably just the air. Steve was looking down at the magazine, his face a picture of innocence. He could feel the smooth nylon under his psychic fingers, suddenly ending along her inner thigh. Real nylons - no panty hose. His teenage cock gave another lurch as Ariana turned away to finish giving her other patient her medicine. Steve looked at George Bush Sr. in the magazine. His mind was on the sensations the Feel had sent back to him, that flawless skin, wondering how it would feel against his waist, her legs pressed around him. He should resist temptation - he was in enough trouble as it was. After all, she was older than him, probably by, what, 8 years or so? Though maybe she was on birth control - a woman that sexy must get laid a lot. No, he was going to be good this time, just get his shot, go home, and beat off. Yeah, that was safer. Ariana returned, instructing an elderly woman on how to take some medicine. Once the woman was through the front door, Ariana locked it, then turned to Steve. "So," she asked. "Should we do this?" Her question was innocent, but Steve's mind thought something else as the Feel felt her thighs again, his eyes noticing her white breasts pushing up against her silky blouse. "Absolutely," Steve said. All morals went right out the window at that point. "Let's do this."
Ariana looked at Steve, the good looking young man barely taller than her. Simple procedure - should just take about 5 minutes for a tetanus booster shot. He was a good looking teenager, brown hair, bright green eyes that seemed almost too bright. She had never seen eyes like that before - something about them seemed to hold you. He was good looking, even if he was too young. Besides, she was happy with her boyfriend Robert. Well, perhaps not happy, she thought to herself. Lately, he'd been pushing for them to have sex. It seemed that every date ended up at his house, with him trying to feel her up. Ever since they had become engaged he had been expecting them to have sex. But she resisted, because she wanted to wait until she was married. Sure, so she felt like the only 25 year old virgin in the world. But it was what she had wanted- even though sometimes it was hard not to let Robert touch her breasts, or not reach out and touch his hard penis. Especially when marriage seemed so far off. Especially when Robert kept putting off the date over and over again. She looked at Steve again. A week before, she remembered how he had looked at her, the way every man had looked at her since she was a teenager. Her large breasts, shapely figure, and pretty looks drew men from all over. But this time, Steve was different. He looked - stronger. More confident. When he did look at her, he didn't seem to leer, but he didn't sneak his looks at her either. His gaze drifted over her openly, as if he didn't mind if she knew he was looking. Ariana straitened a bit, pushing out her chest just a little. Maybe she'd tease him a little - as mean as she knew it was, it was always funny to see men make fools out of themselves. Maybe unbutton another button, show him a touch of cleavage, get him hard, then send him on his way. Just some harmless, innocent fun. "So, back for another shot, eh?" she asked. "Yup," he said. "That and maybe another Wonder Woman band-aid." He grinned at her, those green eyes sifting right into her. She smiled at the joke, running a hand through her blonde hair. She watched his eyes tracing the path her hand made, sending a secret smile into her. She opened the door, letting the two of them into the room. Ariana had already placed everything she needed inside the room to make things quicker. She prepped the shot while he rolled up his sleeve, exposing a large muscle. "Sorry to make you stay late," Steve said as she drew the fluid into the syringe. "Oh, all alone with a big strong man like you?" She teased. He grinned at her, his cute face lighting up. "Well, maybe I can make it up to you sometime. How about this Saturday - I can take you out to dinner." She nearly dropped the syringe in surprise. She had never expected that he would ask her out on a date. "Steve, I'm - I'm flattered-" She honestly was, but this was insane. "But I'm afraid I can't. I mean, I-" It took another second to think of an excuse. "You're too young, and - I have a boyfriend." "So, if I wasn't a few years younger than you, and if you didn't have a boyfriend, you'd go out with me." He didn't act like he was hurt by the rejection. Ariana thought about it for another second. "Well - yes." She admitted. Steve nodded, then shrugged. "Well, you can't have it all." He said. He grinned at her again. "Maybe some other time, then." "Maybe." Ariana looked down. "Oh, dang," she said. "I forgot the alcohol wipes. I'll be right back." She opened up the door, lightly jogging down the hallway to the supply cabinet. That was - different. She felt a little uncomfortable that he had asked her out - poor thing, he must have a crush on her. She typed in the code into the cabinet to release the electric lock, reaching in for the wipes. At the same time, she felt her breast start to itch. Light at first, then quickly maddening the way all itches become. She reached up her left hand to scratch- And nearly moaned in pleasure. The second her fingers touched her breast, the nipple hardened to the point of near pain, a wash of heat flowing through her body. Her hand gently squeezed the orb, her fingers full of her ripe flesh. She felt a tingle down in her vagina until she regretfully pulled her hand away. What was that? she asked herself. She rarely let Robert touch her breasts - especially on days like today, when she was close to the most fertile in her cycle, and her breasts felt the most sensitive. But that - that was the most incredible feeling she could ever remember. She shook her head, grabbing the wipes. Hm. Maybe she'd call Robert tonight and let him touch them. Then again, that might be too dangerous. Maybe not. She went back down the hallway, wipes in hand. Both of her breasts started to itch a bit, but she ignored it. The last thing she needed was to start fondling herself in front of a teenager. She smiled wickedly to herself. Though that would certainly send him off panting. Ariana nearly laughed at herself as she went back in the room. "Get lost?" Steve asked. "Nearly," she said. "Sorry. This should just be a moment." "Please, take your time. I'm just enjoying the view." That grin returned, and his eyes nearly burned through her. She rolled her eyes. That damn itch felt stronger than before. Just a few minutes, she told herself. "Let's try this again. Bend over, please. This should just be a quick prick," she said as the took up the syringe. "Gee, and I thought I had a slow prick," Steve said. His eyes caught hers for a moment, and she blushed. Her breasts throbbed as for just a moment the itch left, and pleasure returned. Then the itch was back as she gave him the shot, then threw the syringe into the biowaste bin. She turned around to busy herself with throwing away the other things as Steve raise his pants back up. At least until the itch increased in intensity, roaming over her nipples. If I'm quick, he won't see, she thought to herself. She brought both long-nailed hands up to her breasts, stroking them through her white blouse. This time it didn't go away- if anything, it grew worse. She rubbed harder, trying to clear away the terrible itch. She slipped one hand into her shirt, gripping her lacy bra through her shirt. The itch went away- and again the pleasurable sensations exploded at her fingers. Her hand was cramped inside her shirt, but she was able to grip her hardened nipple, pulling and stroking it like a tiny penis. She couldn't believe how good that felt. Forget Robert- she could do this herself. A new itch started in her body, this one located in the tender flesh between her legs. Before she could even think about it, she slid her other hand down her tight skirt, rubbing her pussy mound. "Ah-" she gasped out loud. Her breath came out in gasps. She had never known anything could feel so good. It was like every wonderful feeling squeezed into one moment around her fingers. Her legs tightened as her finger swirled around her clit, the itch forgotten. She heard a zip, then a sudden reduction of pressure on her hips as her skirt fell in a pool at her feet. She whirled around, seeing Steve there, smiling at her as one hand was tucked into her blouse, the other stuck down her white panties. He glanced at her white garter belt that was holding up her white nylons, looking satisfied. She spared a glance at his crotch, her shocked eyes noticing the enormous bulge there. "It looked like you needed some help," he said. Ariana quickly removed her hands from her body, wiping her wet finger on her panties as she bent down to get her skirt. "I- I'm sorry," she said. I could get fired for this, the thought to herself. "I- I had this terrible itch, and-" The itch returned to her tits and pussy, a fire that seemed like would tear her flesh off. Her hands returned to her breasts as she crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs together. "I- I can't stop myself, it itches so - bad!" She gasped again as the pleasure returned. The second she removed her hands, the itch was overpowering, like a fire on her skin, the pleasure better than any drug she had heard of. "It's all right," Steve said. His hand shot out, gripping her cunt with one strong hand. The itch melted like a snowflake, replaced with that perfect pleasure. Ariana's eyes rolled back in her sockets, her crotch pressing down as his finger stroked her. Her eyes flicked back open as his finger slipped into the crotch of her panties, his thick finger moving itself between her nether lips to wet itself in her flowing juices. "Huh-?" She started. Then the itch returned to her breasts. Ariana's hands came up without thinking, gripping her large tits. Her fingers moved over her nipples, the points nearly tearing through her bra and blouse. "Let me help you out there," Steve said. Ariana couldn't believe this was happening to her. His finger started slithering its way into her pussy, the thickness prying apart her virgin walls. She had masturbated before, her own slim fingers feeling so large in her tiny hole. Now her unused sex was being stretched for the first time. She felt her hips bounce a little as her traitorous body tried to fit more of his finger inside. She shook her head, her hair blowing across her face. What was happening to her? Her hands were rubbing her breasts in front of a good looking teenager who's finger was sliding further into her vagina. His other hand reached forward towards her blouse. "Nah-" She gulped, trying to clear her thoughts. Her hips were swaying back and forth, moving in time with his finger sawing in and out of her, reaching a little deeper into her each time. "Steve-" His finger sped up, twitching inside her pussy. Her next words were nothing more than a hiss as she felt the beginning of orgasm start. "No-no-" she stuttered, licking her dry lips. His free hand reached the buttons on her blouse, unbuttoning them one by one. She wanted to stop him, but the moment she lifted her fingers the itch came. She alternated between fear and pleasure and frustration, smelling her arousal as her blouse opened a little further, heat spreading from her breasts and pussy until it felt that the two feelings would collide. Steve's finger slid a little further inside - and bumped against her hymen. "Ow," she muttered. The pain cleared her head, her hips stopping their movement. Her blouse was completely undone, the swells of her bra-clad breasts pushing it from the center. His eyes looked into hers with some surprise. "Another one?" he muttered. His finger grazed forward, testing the membrane. "You're a virgin?" Ariana stared back at him. "Yes," she said. This was ridiculous - a teen with his finger jabbed up her pussy, asking if she was a virgin. "I- I'm saving it for marriage, my fiance-" "Oh." He seemed to consider that for a moment. Then he looked down at her breasts, his tongue snaking out to touch his lips. He considered the front clasp on her bra, then looked back up at her. He seemed to be struggling with something. Her legs twitched, which made the finger move again within her. "Aha-" Her lips parted as the air rushed out, every movement setting her on the edge. Steve's eyes flicked back to hers, his green and her blue nearly setting sparks. He curved his palm, grinding the heel of his hand into her engorged clit. Using her pussy as an anchor, he pulled her forward. Heels clicking on the tiles, Ariana felt her legs jerk as she was guided to the low observation table. "No - Steve, let me go, please." He pushed her backwards. Paper crinkled on the back of her knees, the same sound she had heard hundreds of time as patients sat on this same low bench. Steve's finger worked back and forth, bumping against her hymen each time. She was certain it was going to split under the assault. "Ah-hmph" Her thighs twitched, squeezing and releasing his hand. She was barely humping his hand, unable to control her pelvis. The itch returned to her breasts. Her fingers went back to touching her breasts, so swollen they were threatening to pop out of her lacy bra. Steve reached up his free hand, struggling for half a second with the clasp. Then her hands were touching her breasts directly as the cups fell away. A hot flush grew from her chest as Steve gazed at her, his eyes drinking in the pink areoles. He leaned forward, moving his lips to hers. She turned her head, his soft lips tracing the line of her jaw. "We - we have to stop," Ariana moaned, her voice husky, the words coming between intakes. She felt like she was on the edge of a giant orgasm, every touch from her cool hands on her hot breasts, every time his rough palm rubbed against her swollen clit, his finger stroking inside of her, sent her closer to that edge, her body tensing for the release it needed. "Your age - my boyfriend-" "I'm sorry," he murmured against her ear, his hot tongue licking her earlobe. "But you have such a tight, sweet pussy-" He swirled his finger around in her, his thumb circling her clit. Her hips jerked in response, nearly sending her maidenhead crashing her his finger. "And I have something that needs to stretch it out." She heard the rasp of a zipper. She looked down, watching his pants fall to his ankles, his blue boxer shorts tented towards her. He pulled his boxers forward, his penis springing up to slap gainst his stomach. The large organ throbbed, the head leaking fluid as it winked at her. It was thick, the veins pulsating along the length. His finger left her cunt in a rush. A second later, her panties were ripped from her. Cool air wafted over her exposed pussy. She looked down, seeing his cock just an inch away from her sex. Her blonde hairs were trimmed, nearly forming a runway to guide the swollen cock. He leaned forward, bending down to capture her left nipple between his teeth. Ariana felt her back arch, thrusting her breast into between his lips. He sucked and nipped at it, the blood engorged mammary sending sparks to her pussy. Through the haze his hair caused, she could see his penis inch closer to her. His lips caught her other breast, and at the same time his cock nestled against her slit. There was a moment of pressure, then his dick slipped up, the underside rubbing against her clit, her navel below the head. Steve sucked at her neck. He must have unbuttoned his shirt, because now his chest rubbed against her breasts, his hairless skin warm on hers. He moved his chest up and down, bending her nipples with delicious friction. His lips came up to hers. She wanted to push him away, brought her hands to his shoulders to do it - but held them, squeezing them with her fingernails as his cock rubbed up and down against her. Her lips pressed back, her throat vibrating as her voice sought to escape. Her thighs pressed around his, her inner thigh and white nylons stroking him. Her heels rested against the back of his knees. Her mouth opened, feeling his strong tongue as her feet pressed against his knees, pressing his cock harder against her. The itch. It returned, gentle, but this time located at her the mouth of her vagina. Steve broke their kiss, gripping her hips with his fingers. "Watch," he said. She could do nothing but watch. The head pressed against her entrance, soothing the itch as it moved back and forth, not quite entering her. The itch seemed to move, fleeing up into her. Without thinking she rolled her hips forward. The elastic ring of her cunt held, then released to let the head in. Ariana's thighs clenched at Steve's as she felt the pleasure swell. Sweat broke out, beading on her breasts. She was still a virgin - she still had her virginity. But the itch kept traveling up. Steve didn't move his hips, watching as she squeezed her legs around him, pushing her slit further against him. She would stop at every centimeter, her voice nearly breaking as she gasped. She knew the risks - her cycle was so close to the danger point, the tool inching closer to her treasured virginity. The itch kept moving her upwards, the pleasure threatening to destroy her. Steve kept nuzzling her neck, his hands stroking her breasts as she jabbed her cunt at him. Her pussy was slowly devouring his cock, drool slipping down his shaft. Then he bumped into he hymen. The itch lay just beyond it, teasing her. She slid her hips back, rocking back and forth, moving him those few inches inside of her. Maybe just this would work. She could get off with him like this, her clit rolling up and down the shaft. The itch grew stronger as she gently bumped his cock against her maidenhead. Just a little bit longer, and she would come. Her body rose up, jabbing at his cock. The barrier held. His hands caressed her ass, lips nipping her neck. Just a few more strokes, she thought. A little bit longer and she would have her orgasm. She gripped his ass, jabbing her pelvis into his cock. The blunt edge mashed against her virginity. She panted, her chest heaving. Steve kissed her, tongue completing what their bodies were attempting. Her legs wrapped around him, tensing as she pulled at his ass, slamming her pussy towards him. Once - twice- The barrier suddenly tore, his cock head ripping the fabric apart. Her thighs clenched in pain, then released as the sudden pleasure released them. Was she sliding his cock into her to get the itch that kept moving further inside, or for the powerful pleasure that kept her moving the shaft back and forth? She no longer cared. It all felt good - good to lose her virginity, good to feel his warm skin against hers, just good. They kissed, legs squeezing and pumping. The itch was lost at some point - when she wasn't sure. All she could do is keep pumping her slit up against his cock, feel it fill her over and over again. His jabs became more urgent, and she felt his penis start to swell. "Ah-Ah-Ah-AAAAHHH!" He shoved it against her womb, the head feeling like it would pop through her head. Heat exploded in her center, and it carried her off with it into an orgasm more powerful than she could have believed. He pulled back, snorting air through his nostrils as he pushed back, firing another spray into her. She kept trembling, kept cuming, her voice a broken series of moans as he fired again and again inside of her, the pleasure spiraling out of control- With one last cry, Ariana passed out, passing into from nirvana into blackness. Steve fell forward, cushioned by her breasts. He gulped air, his heart thundering against his chest. "Huh-" he panted as he pulled back, his arms rubbery on the low table. Ariana's eyes were closed, her head rolled back. For a moment, fear clenched at his chest. Oh, God, I killed her. His cock deflated in a microsecond, slipping from her body as he brought one hand to her neck. Her pulse was strong and steady, and he could hear her breathing. Steve put one hand to his sweat slicked forehead. She was a mess. The top of her nylons were stained with her juices and his cum, the latter liquid slowly oozing from her raw pussy. Her blouse was wrinkled around her arms and shoulders, her breasts still holding up against gravity. Her hair was mussed and all over the bench. "What have I done?" He asked himself. He put his hand over his face, feeling a flow of tears. He had raped her. She might have given into it, but she didn't want this to happen. What about her fiance - what if she got pregnant, and he destroyed her life? Steve dressed, leaving a note behind for the sleeping angel. "Ariana - Sorry about what happened. Steve." He couldn't think of anything else to say that would explain or forgive him for what he had done. He left the note on her skirt, looking back at her. The site of her nakedness, still shining from their sweaty efforts, should have made any teenager hard again. All Steve felt was guilt and shame as he fled the office, heading for home. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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