Message-ID: <44014asstr$1061298604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030819024323.92066.qmail@web10002.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dark Paladin MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 19:43:23 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter VII (mf, mF, mc, preg) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 09:10:04 -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, IceAltar The Feel By: Dark Paladin Chapter VII When Ariana woke up, she felt like she had been just finished giving birth. Not that she had any direct experience with that, but it had to be similar. Her muscles were so sore you would have thought someone punched her. Her thighs were bruised where she had driven her pelvis up into Steve's crotch. And between her legs was a dull ache that throbbed as she lay there. She started to rise, then groaned as her sore stomach muscles protested. Instead she rolled to one side, then off the examination table onto the floor. "Ohhh," she moaned. She looked into the mirror, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her hair was mussed. "I'd say it's fresh fucked hair," she muttered, then started to laugh until her pained stomach stopped it. She had been fucked. Not "made love" to, not sex - she had been truly and royally fucked. She looked at her watch. She had been a non-virgin for almost 2 hours now. There was no sign of Steve, though there was plenty of residue. Blood streaked her thighs and the tops of her left stocking - the right one had come undone from all the abuse. Semen stains were all over her stockings, and her vagina was still oozing the thick mucus. She reached a finger, touching the sperm. Her vagina still felt raw as she dipped her finger into the fluid, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. The scent was salty. Funny - all those years of nursing school, and she had never heard anyone say how oily it felt. Ariana wiped her finger on her stocking. She looked at the examination table, locating the rest of her clothing. Her panties were a wreck - nothing she could do about that. The rest of her clothing was on the floor where it had been left after Steve had removed it from her. She could clean the examination table - no problem there. She looked back in the mirror, putting her hands on the counter. She sniffled. She hadn't meant it to be like this. This was not how it was suppose to happen. She was going to have sex with Robert after they were married. That was going to be the night she was going to lose her virginity. It was going to be warm and romantic - not like animals on an examination table. What should she do? She considered filing rape charges - she had said "no" several times. She had said it while she had shoved her crotch at the teenager and shoved his penis inside of her. Oh, good god - she had sex with a teenager. She had never screamed, he had never hit her - and she had certainly cum like a banshee. Her legs still felt a little wobbly after that massive orgasm that had robbed her of her consciousness. She squeezed her thighs together, sending another dribble of sperm from her violated cunt. She grabbed a couple of paper towels, putting them between her legs. Good lord - how much did he pump inside of her? She thought back to her last period - about 11 days ago. It was certainly close to her dangerous time - what if she got pregnant? She wiped her eyes. She knew she couldn't go to the police. It was just so ridiculous. "Well, yes, officer, I was masturbating in front of him before he raped me. No, I didn't shout for help, even though other people in the building might have heard me. No, he didn't threaten me. Did he hurt me? Well, only if you call fucking me with a big thick cock until I came so hard I fainted hurting me." Instead she cleaned up, changing the examination table paper, wiping herself as best she could until she gave up and just put a paper tower into her crotch, walking to her car with her thighs pressed together. As soon as she made it home, she gave herself the hottest, longest shower she could stand until the water turned cold. She still felt dirty. Sinful. It was only after she walked around the house, checking the locks for the 5th time she noticed her message light was blinking. She pressed it Play. "Hey, honey - it's Richard. Sorry I can't make it tonight - got some business at the office. Give me a call if you need anything. Love you." She stared at the machine, then cried again. She lay in bed for a long time, her sore body crying out every time she moved. She finally fell asleep into the late hours of the night. The next day didn't start any better. She called into work - felt like she had a cold. She suddenly feared STD's - who knew how many people this Steve kid had been fucking. By the end of the day she felt better. Most of her soreness was gone, and she was starting to see the whole experience in a new light. Yes, she wasn't pleased that her first time had been on a table with an underage teenager. Granted, a good looking teenager with a massive cock (compared to all the other patient's she had seen), but jailbait nonetheless. But in the end, as long as she wasn't pregnant (Oh, please God, not that), she would be all right. She deserved one fling before she got married, right? At least one experience before she was stuck with one man. The next day at work she was still a little subdued, but feeling better. It was as if the whole affair had never happened. The police didn't come bashing down the door looking for her, her patients were all normal, and just about every twinge of soreness was gone. She could almost forget it had happened. Except for one thing that kept nagging at the back of her mind. Richard. She started thinking about what his reaction might be. Somehow, she didn't think he'd really care that she wasn't a virgin. Not in the literal "purity" sense - he wasn't as into that kind of thing from his veiled hints of his own sexual past. No, it was the prestige of the thing. The he, Richard, would be the one to finally break down Ariana's virgin gates as the only man to get into the beautiful nurse's charms. And the more the thought about it, the more she started to wonder. He had hinted at asking her to marry him - but somehow, it never happened. He didn't have the ring. He had to work. They couldn't meet his parents for some reason or another - they were out of town, sick, or some other excuse. Perhaps he really didn't want to marry her after all. And now that Ariana really thought about it - did she want to marry him? He was good looking, and rich, and interesting - but did she really love him that way? By the end of the third day, she decided she was going to call it off. Sunday morning she vowed to call him up and tell him they were through. He only showed up when he had time to, and it seemed more and more lately he just wanted to make out. There were plenty of men out there - surely she would find one she really felt passionate about. And she tried to convince herself that none of them were brown haired young men. Even when she woke up in the middle of the night of a dream about him and found her fingers buried in her panties, stroking herself to orgasm. No, that had nothing to do with her breaking up with Richard. Sunday afternoon came all too soon. She sat in her living room. From time to time she looked at the clock, unable to decide if time was speeding up or slowing down. She was dressed casually - just a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She had debated about wearing a bra, but decided against it - the T-shirt wasn't tight at all, and she didn't expect him to stay long enough for it to matter. When the door bell rang, she jumped off her sofa. Stay calm, she told herself as she went to the door. It was Richard - her simple, wonderful Richard. Short blond hair, even today dressed in a white shirt and tie - he always seemed to be heading to or from work when he visited her. She had always found it endearing, that he was always so professional. Now it just made her sad. "Hey," she said, opening the door for him. He walked inside, his blue eyes crinkling as he smiled at her. He leaned in for a kiss - then frowned as she pulled away. "What's wrong, sweatheart," he asked, running a hand through her hair. She took his hand in hers. "We have to talk," Ariana told him. She took him by the hand, walking him into the living room and sitting him down on the opposite couch. Her house was well furnished - a gift from her parents when they moved away to their retirement home in Florida a few years back. Richard frowned. He pulled up his pants leg as he sat down. "Sure, honey," he said. "What's wrong?" Ariana took a deep breath. "Richard, you know that I think you're a great guy and all," she started. She bit her bottom lip. Let's just get it out. "I don't think we should get married anymore. In fact, I don't think we should see each other anymore." Richard sat still for a moment. His face became a neutral mask. "Can I ask why?" he said, his voice flat. Ariana shook her head. "I - I just don't feel like we're going anywhere." She wrung her fingers together. She didn't realize it until now, but Richard had never really, truly excited her. He was nice and could be romantic - but she never felt passionate about him. Richard stood up suddenly, pacing the back of the couch. "So, that's it?" he said. He shook his head slowly. "I just don't get it, Ariana. What the hell has happened?" Ariana rose to her feet. "Richard, it's nothing you did, honest. I just - " Richard look at her from the corner of his eye. "Are you seeing somebody else?" he asked, his voice sharp. Ariana was shocked. For a moment, she thought he must have found out about Steve. Then she realized that was impossible. Then she understood. "No!" she said sharply. "Richard, I have not been cheating on you." "Really?" he asked, turning around. His face darkened. "I mean, what am I suppose to think? You've been cock teasing me for months now - " "I have not!" Ariana snapped back. "Oh, really?" Richard sneered. Ariana had never seen this side of him before. "What would you call it? You and I sit on the couch, hugging and cuddling and kissing - and the second I go to make a move, 'Oh, no, Richard, we shouldn't, we're not married'." His voice was cruel mockery of her own. "So what? You've gone out and found yourself some other guy to string along?" "Talk about stringing along," Ariana retorted. "How many times have your parents been sick or unavailable - or how many times have you pushed of asking me to marry you? We went ring shopping over 6 months ago - and you got a new car, but couldn't afford the ring?" "Oh, pul-ease," Richard said. His voice rose to a near shout. "I bet that even after we were married you would be just as cold and -" The door bell rang. Richard's mouth hung open, whatever he was about to say lost. Ariana glared at him, then stalked to the front door. Who on Earth could this be? She was honestly glad for the interruption. If she had known that Richard was like this, she would have dumped him a long time ago. She swung the front door open - and froze in near shock. Standing before her, with her newspaper in his hands, was Steve. He looked down at her from the front porch, nervously clutching the newspaper, making dents in the surface. "Um," he started, then turned red. "I, um - " "Who the fuck is that?" Richard shouted. He walked up to the front door, looking at Steve. "Who the hell are you, kid?" he asked. Steve looked down. "Paper boy," he muttered. He looked back at Ariana. "I'm sorry, I was dropping by the paper, and I heard shouting, and - " "Great." Richard threw up his hands. He grabbed the paper from Steve. "Another sucker pulled in by the charms of the great and amazing Ariana." He jerked a thumb at the teenager. "Let me guess - another guy you left dangling along, now crawling here for the merest look?" He looked at Steve with disdain. "Forget it, kid. This slut isn't about to - " Steve suddenly stepped forward. Gone was the nervous teenager of a moment ago. He seemed - bigger, somehow. His green eyes glittered as he glared at Richard. "Shut up," he said, his voice like gravel. Richard took a step back, his face registering alarm. He flushed as he realized what he had done. "Stop the act, kid," he said, gaining back his bravado. "This woman isn't going to open her legs for you, so stop dreaming." Ariana's breath left her. Oh, God, if only Richard knew the truth. She was tempted to tell him right then and there - screw the consequences. "Shut your mouth," Steve said. He pointed a finger at Richard's chest. "I don't know who you are, but you will address Ms. Scutters with respect." "Or else what?" Richard said. He stepped forward, nose to nose with Steve. "What if I do this?" He reached up, tapping Steve on the head with the newspaper, as if Steve was only a large puppy. "Big talk for a little kid. Why don't you go home and let the adults play." He whacked Steve on the head again - harder this time. Obviously hard enough to hurt. Steve's hands were balled into fists, as if he would strike Richard. But something was holding him back. Richard laughed, hitting Steve on the head again with the newspaper, even harder this time. Steve still didn't strike back, though his hands trembled. Richard laughed again, hitting Steve on the head a third time with the paper. Ariana didn't know what came over her. Something inside of her flared to life, something that called on her to defend Steve, that he was - he was - She couldn't find the words. Pack. But her actions spoke for her as she stepped forward, slapping Richard across the face. Richard looked at her in surprise, the red hand print blossoming on his face. Then he glared, backhanding her, sending her sprawling. Steve's eyes widened. He surged forward, picking up Richard in both hands and hurling him across the room like he was a sack of potatoes. Richard landed on the couch, flipping over the edge and onto his back. Steve was on him in a moment, picking him up and slamming him into the wall. Richard started to fight back - then froze. His face contorted into a horrible grimace of pain. Ariana didn't see what Steve was doing to the man, but whatever it was, it had to hurt. Hurt so bad that Richard's crotch turned dark, the dank smell of urine wafting across the room. Steve lowed Richard a few inches. "Apologize to the lady," he growled. The sound sent the hair on the back of her neck rising. Richard stayed silent a moment, then gasped again. His back arched, his face straining as if someone had applied a hot poker to groin. Steve slammed him into the wall again. "Apologize!" he said again, his voice rising. "I'm sorry," Richard said, his voice strained. Steve let him go. Richard crumpled to the carpet, gulping air from his lungs. The teenager turned to Ariana - and instead of anger, she saw concern in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked her. "I think so," she said. She looked up at him as he broke into a small smile. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Here was her almost-rapist, defending her from her boyfriend - well, ex-boyfriend now. And she felt her heart swell at his concern. It wasn't a physical sensation at all. This was a purely emotional one. She could feel something about him, something that said that he was right. Before she could even investigate this feeling, there was another ring. Not of the door bell this time. Richard's cell sat on the carpet next to him, probably fallen from where Steve had thrown him across the room. Steve looked at it, then picked it up. "Hello?" he said, looking down at Richard. "Um, yes, one moment, he's right here." Richard's face suddenly flashed fear as Steve handed him the phone. "It's your wife," Steve said. "Sally." Ariana looked at Richard in horror as he took the phone, holding it like it was a snake. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Whenever his phone had rang, he had always stepped to another room to talk "security business stuff". Why they had never gone to his house. Why she had never met his parents. Why he was always heading to and from "work" whenever they met. "Hey," Richard said, trying to sound normal. "Yeah, that was one of the office guys." He looked at Steve and Ariana, his eyes almost pleading with them not to say anything. "Yeah, I think I got it figured out. I'll be home shortly. Yeah, me too, hon. Bye." He turned the phone off, looking at the two of them with wounded eyes. He looked at Ariana, opened his mouth to say something, then decided against it. Instead he simply got up, and without a word left the house. Steve slammed the door shut behind him. Ariana sat on the couch, too stunned to believe it. It was just too much. The events of the past several days, and now this... She put her face in her hands, feeling the tears coming. She felt Steve next to her, standing there. "Um, Ariana?" he said. He took a seat next to her, putting his arm hesitantly around her. "Look, I'm sorry - I didn't mean for this to happen-" "Why did you come over here?" Ariana asked suddenly. Steve looked surprised at the sudden question, then he hung his head. "Well, a couple reasons, actually - " he said. "What, thought I was an easy lay the first time, thought you could get seconds?" she blurted out, too angry and upset to care anymore. "No!" His response was so quick and sincere that she found himself believing him. "No, no - I just, well, a couple things, but I really came over to tell you how sorry I am for what I did to you, and to make sure you were all right, and - " He hung his head. "Well, I guess I made an even bigger mess of things." Ariana stared at him, surprised. That's what he had come for? To apologize? He had just saved her from a horrible relationship, and he was apologizing? She looked into his eyes, still radiating concern, so full of kindness... She would never understand quite why she did what she did next. Maybe it was the stress, the betrayal, or that sudden feeling that even though this man was 8 years her junior and illegal, he was just so right. Maybe it was the smell of his skin. Or those eyes that seemed to look right through her - Whatever it was, she found herself leaning in, pressing her lips against his. Oh, God, his lips were so strong. Richard was a decent kisser, but Steve was so much better, pressing his lips into hers, teasing her tongue with his own. His hands came up behind her, massaging her shoulders as she pushed against him harder. He suddenly pulled back. "Wait - " he said. He gulped for air, looking into her eyes, searching them. She wondered how she looked to him - lips reddened from the kiss, her blue eyes smokey with desire, her breasts swelling to push against the T-shirt. "Ariana," He seemed to be fighting himself, his hands fluttering like nervous birds on her arms. "Are you sure this is what you want? Are you truly, really sure about this?" He wanted her - she could tell. His own eyes were flickering between here face and her chest. She could feel his erection pressing against her through his jeans. "No, I'm not sure," she said honestly. She pressed her body against his, feeling his warmth. "But right now, I don't care." She kissed him again, and she felt his resistance crumble. She felt a fire spark between her legs, the heat rising up her belly and into her breasts. Her nipples swelled in response, the hardened points digging into Steve's chest. Their tongues entertwined, tasting each other as hands stroked arms, moved up and down thighs, squeezed muscles. Ariana pulled Steve's button shirt apart, revealing his hairless chest. It was like chiseled marble, smooth and hard. She pinched his nipples, making him gasp before taking one in her mouth. She could taste the salt of his skin, the tiny point swelling as Steve groaned. His hands moved to her own breasts, moving around then under them, gently hefting the orbs. His large hands gently squeezed them as she moved to his other nipple, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, which made her bite down a little on his skin. She was lost. She was insane. This was stupid - but she couldn't help herself as her hands traced a path to his jeans, pulling the button fly open. She reached into his boxer shorts, gripping his long penis in two hands. "Ooohhh," Steve moaned as her small cool hands slid up and down the shaft. Her long nails scratched against the sensitive skin. Steve pulled up her T-shirt, baring her breasts. Ariana kissed him again, bare skin meeting bare skin as she sucked at his jawline. Her fingers kept sliding up and down his penis. She felt powerful, feeling the hard shaft in her hands. She could feel Steve react to her hands, feel him squirm with pleasure as she manipulated his organ. She pulled on it, squeezing it hard for a second. A sudden, wild urge overtook her. She moved over Steve, twisting his cock as a lever as she manipulated him until he was sitting with the edge of his ass on the couch. She kissed him again, then pulled back. His eyes were closed, the sockets rolled back as she manipulated him. She licked her lips, psyching herself up. All her life she had done the "right thing". She had gone to nursing school like her parents had wanted. She had stayed a virgin for so many years when all of her friends were talking about their sexual experiences at the age of 14. Now, for once, she wanted to do the Wrong Thing. And with that thought, she slid off the couch, and wrapped her lips around the end of Steve's dick. Steve's reaction was sudden. His hips blindly pushed upwards, forcing another several inches into her mouth. The taste wasn't bad. It was a bit salty, a bit sour - she couldn't describe it. The only thing she could think of was that it tasted of cock. "Ah," Steve moaned again, and she could feel the vibrations between her lips. She plunged her head a little deeper, taking more of the shaft between her lips. She forced her mouth open a little wider, trying to keep her teeth away from the skin. "Mmnn," she hummed, which made Steve hiss in surprise. He looked down her, his eyes barely focusing. She slid up his penis, then moved back down. His hips gently swayed up and down with the sensation, his body unable to control his response. She pulled his pants further down, down passed his knees as she continued to give him a blowjob. Her first blowjob. She felt like she was catching up on her entire life. She should have been doing this since she was a teenager. Since she was twelve and first started growing tits. Her hands pressed against her crotch, pressing against the heated mound. She undid the zipper in her jeans, pressing them down so she could put her hands into her cotton panties. If she had known she was going to give her first blowjob to the man who broke her cherry, she might have picked out something sexier to wear. As it was, they didn't stay on much longer. She pushed her jeans and panties down her legs. She already knew what she was going to do. A friend of hers had once said that if you dream about having sex with a man, that you were going to do it whether you wanted to or not. Ariana wanted to. She remembered the last time they had sex - rough, raw, with her fighting a demonic itch, fear and desire mingling together. This time, there was no fear. She kicked off her garments, placing one finger against her venus mound. Fluid dripped down her thighs. She licked her way back up Steve's body. His eyes opened. It was so - so different. It was as if she was raping him this time, overpowering his sensations. His cock rubbed against her pussy lips, her nether hole nipping at his length. His hips rocked upwards again, the end of his cock knob fitting against the end of her hole. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, the morality, or anything else. All she could think of was the overwhelming sensation of his cock splitting her open as she pushed back. The pleasure was almost too much, exquisite to the point of pain as she paused to relish the feeling. She had closed up in the last few days, and she found she had to rock back and forth to slowly push him into her. Steve reached down, bringing her breasts up to his lips. His mouth around her left nipple, the feeling sending lightning bolts to her pussy. She pressed down harder on his shaft, feeding more and more of it into her body. There was no pain, just the delicious rippling of his flesh against hers, her clit being rubbed as he moved further inside of her. He kissed her, his mouth on her nipple and lips driving her crazy. For a moment, she wondered how that was possible. Then she felt his mouth on her other nipple at the same time, and lost all thought as she pushed all the way down, pressing their groins together. Now his lips were on her clit, sucking at the hardened nub. She lifted her hips in reflex, emptying several inches of her cunt before letting herself drop back down again. It was impossible - his lips all over her breasts while he kissed her neck and his lips sucking her clit while she rode his cock - and another set playing with her ass, tickling her anus as she rode up and down. Ariana didn't care how or why this was happening. She put her hands on the couch, her knees next to Steve's as she lifted herself up and down, crying out at the sensations. What if Richard could see her now - think she was so cold anymore? Would he think so as she bounced faster and faster, filling and emptying herself at a dizzying pace? In the back of her mind was a flash of fear - pregnancy, the police, of lifting herself too high and landing wrong and breaking this beautiful penis. But none of it mattered for the moment. Steve's breath came out in gasps as he fucked her back, echoing her own moans. She could feel it coming. "Oh, oh, oh, oh - " she groaned as her body started to tense. The tongues over her body picked up speed, trilling over her organs, prolonging the inevitable. "Oh, god - " She threw her head back, her hair striking her ass as her pussy clamped down. "Ahhhh - " she cried, feeling her entire being collapse around her clit, seizures racking her body. A second later she felt the hot warmth as Steve's cock swelled, spitting its contents into her fertile womb. She gave one last gasp, then collapsed on top of her lover. Sweat dripped down her breasts, pooling onto his stomach and down onto his pubic hairs. Steve kissed her on the shoulder, holding her tight. She shivered as a cold air drifted over her back. Steve's cock, still hard inside of her, shifted as he pulled her back. He kissed her again, gently, sweetly this time. He then held her tight, lifting himself off the couch, his cock holding her up in the air. He moved down the hallway, guessing the direction of her bedroom (probably because it was the only room with a bed in it). He lay her down, propping himself on his forearms. He didn't move his pelvis, just letting his hardness fill her to the brim. "You all right?" he asked, kissing her once on the lips. "Mm-hm," she agreed. She lifted her legs, locking them around his ass. "Good," he said. He pulled out of her, a slow, agonizing inch, then pressed back in. "We have some things to talk about," he said, kissing her neck as he pressed back in. "What - what about?" she asked, feeling her hips flutter in response. It was the oddest conversation she had ever had. Mix in the strange story - of some strange mental powers, other girls that he had been screwing (and, much to Ariana's surprise, she didn't mind this fact as much as she thought she would - in fact, she felt like meeting them), then mix in the slow, lazy sex that made her shiver as she asked him questions. This was a conversation you could never forget. "So," he asked at last. "Why did you attack your boyfriend like that?" His pace was still the same - slowly push in, wait, slowly pull out, but she could sense he was getting close. So was she. The build up was slow, but she could feel her body approaching its limits. "I - I had to," she said. "I just felt like - like I must help you out." She planted her feet flat on the bed, arching as Steve slowly slid his entire length into her. "Why didn't you hit him when he was smacking you with the paper?" Steve held the position for a moment, making small circles with his pelvis. "I'm not sure," he said. He pulled back out, one inch after another, until only the head was left in. "I felt like I couldn't hit him - almost like I wasn't allowed to hit him. Then, when he hit you - " For a moment, his eyes flashed anger again, and his cock slid quickly inside. Ariana gasped at the sensation. She grasped his buttocks, holding him in her, relishing the feeling. "Well, I'm not sure I'm pleased at the turnout," she said. She leaned her head back as he pulled out of her, biting at her nipples. "I mean, one of a number of girls your with, and I find out I'm now in love with some X-man or something." "Really?" Steve asked, a grin on his face. He slid just one inch back and forth at the entrance of her body. "You seem pretty happy enough right now," he said. On inch in, one inch out. "Oh, I am," she said. She reached down to pull him up, but his sweat slickened body resisted grasping. "But - damn it, don't tease me - " Steve kept up the short strokes. "I didn't hear a please from you," he said. In an inch, out an inch, in an inch... "Please?" she pleaded. He responded by moving an additional half inch into her, then pulling back to his one inch position. "Please, Steve?" "Please what?" he said. He was enjoying this game, and to be honest, so was she. "Pretty please," she said, pouting her lips. She was rewarded with another inch. "With sugar," another inch. "And my cherry on top?" That was it. Steve shoved his whole cock inside of her, making her squeal as their flesh slapped together. They would pick up their conversations later through the day, interrupted by their love making, and once by dinner. But for now the only speeches were the means of passion and the meetings of slickened flesh. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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