Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

It had been soooo funny!

He'd probably still be running for his very life when the sun came up! Karen sighed and snuggled down into the softness of the bed. It was such a waste of good cock chasing Vic off like that, though. Such a Goddamn stupid waste!

She propped her head up on the pillow and began to explore her body. Karen wasn't under any illusions about her body. It was a nice one. She knew she had good tits, firm ones that boys loved to fondle and squeeze as much as she liked to have them fondled and squeezed.

The girl's hands slowly moved over the lightly clothed boobs. She massaged the undersides of her tits, then pushed the marshmallowy flesh upward so that the nipples pointed up at her face. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to suck on her own boobs.

She'd thought about taking up yoga and limbering up. But that seemed such a waste of time when she could be out finding boys who'd be more than happy to fondle and suck her tits for her.

The material of the dress began to wrinkle in places, strain at the seams in others. It rubbed uncomfortably against the delicate nipples cresting each tit. Karen sat up and skinned out of the dress in one swift, lithe movement. She sat naked on her bed.

Her hands went back to her boobs. The silky flesh under her fingers excited her. The girl felt her cunt begin to water and gush forth hot juice. It was just like some boy was offering her his prick. But this was… different.

Karen was getting turned on simply by rubbing her thumbs across the blood-engorged nubs of her nipples. She took both her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. The flesh felt rubbery, resilient. As the girl rotated the tiny, excited mushrooms of flesh, tiny jabs of joy raced into her chest. The warmth of the arrows of delight made her moan. It was such a wonderful feeling!

Her hands began to roam, pressing firmly down on her tits. The flesh flowed like putty as she shoved her palms down – hard – on the very tips of her conical, snow-white tits. Karen limply collapsed back to the bed.

Her muscles had turned to water. She wasn't able to support herself as long as her hands continued to wander over her boobs, teasing and tormenting the fiery red nipples. Karen pressed down even harder and felt her heart beating through her left tit. The flesh seemed to transmit the hurried throb of her heart, the increased lustful pounding as she continued to fondle herself.

"Ummm!" the girl moaned, unable to keep silent. She knew that she couldn't make too much noise or her father would come in and beat her again. He'd lectured her a dozen times on masturbating and how it was wrong.

How could anything that felt this damned good be wrong? Karen had decided Ralph Finney was full of shit. He was as wrong as he could be. She'd get herself off; she'd have to. Vic had lit the fires of lust in her body but hadn't been allowed to properly quench them. It was up to her to put them out all by herself.

Karen was soon writhing around, giving off low moans like some bitch in heat. The soft bedspread under her naked body aroused her. Every time she moved against it, the soft, cradling cloth caressed her body sensuously. She felt hot and cold flashes as the soft cloth rubbed over her silky ass-flesh. The erotic feeling of the cloth on her shoulders and back almost brought her off.

Karen resisted the feeling. She didn't want a little orgasm. She didn't even want a series of tiny ones. The girl was saving up the feelings like a miser hoarding gold. She wanted one huge, soul-wrenching come. She wanted to feel like she was caught up in an earthquake, tossed and hurled back and forth.

She wanted the hugest orgasm ever!

Karen rolled over onto her belly. She started rocking back and forth to get the full feeling of the softness underneath her satin-skinned body. Her tits formed little craters in the soft bed. The girl began wiggling her shoulders to drive the tips of her tits as far into the mattress as she could.

The way her lustfully aroused nipples ached convinced her this was the right thing to do.

Her slender-fingered hand strayed down to the matted bush between her trim, marble-white thighs. When Karen felt the tangled growth of her cunt mound, a shiver of excitement surged throughout her body. This was so good!

She restrained another "Ummm!" by burying her face in her pillow. All the time, her hand descended further and further. Finally, she felt the wetness, the passion juice flowing from her cunt. The thick oils soon drenched her hand and dribbled out onto the bed. The girl didn't care.

She continued stroking up and down her pussylips. The blood filled flaps contained millions of tiny little nerve endings. Each one shot out its single-minded message: PLEASURE!

Karen's slim fingers gently parted her cuntlips and began exploring the dark, dank recesses beneath them. The delicately scalloped inner lips were already moist with her cunt juice. The slightest touch sent tremors surging through the girl's body.

When she sank her middle finger two knuckles deep up her twat, she almost came. She gulped, burrowed her face even further into her pillow and continued fingering her cunt.

It felt so good having that finger wiggling around inside her pussy. It was as if it was able to satisfy a need that couldn't otherwise be taken care of. This was what she needed – not to be sent to some dumb lake!

When Karen added a second finger up her cunt, volts of sheer carnal energy blasted at her mind. She climaxed.

As the pounding waves of orgasms faded away, Karen continued to move her fingers in and out of the clutching, tight, hot little manhole. The thought stuck in her mind. This was a manhole. It was supposed to be filled with something long and rigid and throbbing – a cock!

It was supposed to be filled with a cock fucking the daylights out of her!

How badly she needed – wanted – a man's prick in her cunt mercilessly fucking her, making her feel good all over!

But Karen realized the best she could do was a couple lousy fingers wriggling around. And they had to be her own fingers, too.

The girl rolled to her side and glanced around her room, looking for something to take the place of a nice, quivering, pulsing male cock. The flashlight on her dresser didn't look too inviting. The hairbrush handle was too small – hell, it was smaller than even that dippy Willie's cock.

Karen's eyes stopped roving when they lighted on the candle. It was a good inch and a half in diameter, maybe two inches. It was a monster. She wondered for a moment if she should try stuffing that up her cunt. It was as if her body answered for her: PLEASURE!

Anything for pleasure. Karen lithely flowed to the candle holder, wrenched the wax cylinder from its base and fondled it for a few seconds. It felt cool and smooth and… big!

The teenager lay back down on the bed, her slim legs spread wide in a huge vee. Like an arrow, her pussy hair seemed to point directly to her cunt. Karen poised the monstrous candle at her cuntlips for a moment, allowing her cunt juices to dribble and trickle out over the waxy surface.

Then, with a quick motion, she rammed the candle as far up her cunt as she could.

She couldn't hold back the "Aaaaiiieeee! Oh shiiit!" as the pain assaulted her body. Her cunt walls were stretched to the breaking point. Bolts of pain lanced through her belly. Then, slowly, the pain faded and was replaced by a completely different feeling.

It was a feeling of contentment, satisfaction, PLEASURE!

Karen began twisting and turning the candle inside her cunt. It soon became totally covered with her oily inner fluids. She began thrusting it deeper and deeper into her belly until she felt it smack into her womb. No real cock was this long!

Then she withdrew the candle, slowly, carefully. Each inch was a delight. Her body screamed and cried with pleasure. She was being assailed with undiluted joy. This was how it was meant to be, not a couple teeny little fingers wiggling around in her twat!