Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

Ted's hands clutched the bottom of her blouse, jerked it from the rolled-up skirt's top, and pulled it up her trembling body, hauling it above the dainty swell of her bra-covered titties. She felt his hands clutch the pretty mounds, grinding the tender flesh. A low sigh escaped her lips, the sigh of helpless despair, and then his fingers slipped into the front of her bra, ripping viciously. The cotton yielded and tore, and she knew then that the cups were being thrust aside and her pink-tipped treasures lay exposed to his gaze. Her nipples knew his probing finger-tipped exploration, and she winced as they were teased and squeezed.

"Ted," she pleaded, "please stop. Don't do this to me," but her words made no impression upon him, and he took her breasts in hand, marveled that they were created in exactly the right shape and size for his palms to cup and enclose, and he played with them joyously.

A smile transformed his face from anger to delight, and he said to her in a light-hearted tone that made her think of the happy childish fun they had once shared, "If you scream, I'll kill you!"

Despair overcame her and she sank upon her back like one dead. She made no resistance as he bent his head and sucked her nipples between his lips, biting viciously yet playfully at the mounds of pectoral tissue that supported her points. Her pubic floss, golden and silky, rubbed against the front of his trousers, and in awed wonderment she felt the growing surge of hard flesh inside his pants.

Suddenly Ted stood up, and she watched bewildered as he tore off his trousers. The fabric of his undershorts ballooned out from the presence of the stiffened cock inside, and she found herself bug-eyed in amazement as she watched him remove his underwear, laying open for her inspection the first erect male prick she had ever seen. Ted stroked appreciatively the stiff cock, teased at its purple head. Becky could see a tiny drop of moisture oozing out from the slot at the point of his dick and she wondered what it might be.

Then he was kneeling between her still-spread legs once more, spreading them wider, fingers still rubbing the arrow-tipped organ that rose defiantly from his thigh juncture. Fingers stole to the lips of Becky's pussy, teased open her labia slyly, and she gasped to find that her hips were reacting to his touch by quivering heaves. She looked down across her poor, bared breasts, across her peach-fuzzed lower belly, and was aghast to note that her pelvis was beginning to rise and fall rhythmically. Nor could she ignore the fact that a strange moistness was starting to make itself apparent deep inside her young twat. Her legs were drawing back at the knees, and all this with no effort at all on her part. It was as if she had suddenly discovered a stranger living inside her own body, a stranger who had just jumped into control of that body and was using it for her own ends.

Ted crouched above her, his face glaring down at hers, and she could see the frighteningly hard shaft of his peter jutting forth. He nudged his thighs against hers, forcing her more and more open, and she knew that her labia were spreading. His hand took hold of his prick and guided it to the mouth of her pussy. It was all so curious that she didn't prepare herself for his inevitable intrusion. The face that loomed over hers was not the open, cheerful countenance of the boy she had known so long-it was the visage of another person entirely now, and she studied it carefully, looking for some familiar quality in the person brutalizing her now that might tie together the strangeness of this moment with the experiences of her past life.

And Becky's mouth jerked open in shock and a shrill scream passed her lips as she felt a fire exploding in her loins. "Oh, Jesus!" she trembled as the head of Ted's cock slipped inside the entrance to her vaginal mysteries. He was enormous, intruding, splitting her apart, tearing her very soul to shreds. She went stiff in protest at this outrageous attack, and the penetrating force stopped dead.

Ted grunted and shoved his dick harder, trying to make it drive further into Becky's resisting pussy. But her eyes were shut and her teeth locked in a grip that would have sundered a ten penny nail, and pain glowed from every line of her face. Her cunt muscles were tightened in fearful opposition, and try as he could, he could not force his prick into her another fraction of an inch.

But the head still remained inside her, and the pain was indescribable. She was afire internally, agony spreading across her body from the lips of her violated orifice, and squeeze as she might, she could not force the cruel presence from her.

"Loosen up, goddamn it!" Ted shrilled into her uncomprehending ear, but she made no move to follow his instructions. She lay braced in protest, her hips tense, the friction of his dry rod inside her only slightly moist hole agonizingly unbearable. Ted raised a hand and slapped her again, this time very hard, and her muscular control slipped away with the shock. Before she could regain her command of her body, the thrust of his cock had driven him into her to the very hilt. His belly smacked against hers, pubic hair rubbing pubic hair. A small gasp escaped her lips, and then her every internal organ seemed to collapse at once. She could neither speak nor breathe nor move.

His belly pulled away from hers then, and amazing relief came to her. She felt the length of his cock sliding back up her cuntal canal, further, further, till it was nearly out of her, only the head of his savage peter still inside her, and she prayed to whatever gods there were that he was going to take it out and let her get dressed and drive her home. And before she had been able to congratulate herself on this escape, Ted slammed back into her, this time hard, hard, hard, ripping her, she was sure, to bloody shreds from his size and force. Her vaginal barrel was screaming too, and every nerve in her body was a fiery tissue of pain, sending a message to her brain that spelled shock and excruciating misery.

Becky screamed aloud, knowing that death was only seconds away, whether from his strangling hands or his ripping prick, and she knew that not even her dying would prevent him from working his foul designs upon her. The tempo of his cock-jabbing increased steadily, and she felt his belly pounding against hers on each thrust.

Almost before she knew it, however, she realized that she was not going to die-that her pussy was not torn asunder-that indeed, her hips were playing their own counterpoint melody to his furious fucking. Her vagina, already fitting his penis like second skin, sought to tighten itself round his driving length, as if the closeness of the fit already were not enough to kill her. As he stabbed her again and again she was beginning to contribute her own exertions to the operations, surprised to find that once the initial pain bad been absorbed, there was a strange new quality, almost pleasant, to this experience. His cock head slid deeper and deeper into her canal, and as his thrusts continued she felt less and less pain, aware that her cunt was lubricating itself as he penetrated it, giving him a smoother road for travel on every stroke. Even so, she felt that the deepening lunges must soon burst her belly, puncture her heart, fill her lungs with savage peter. But she made no effort to expel him from her body. Her hands flailed out and she clutched the ground on which she lay, her hips pumping with his, her heels tightly set on the ground and braced against the cheeks of her ass.

Then she felt him grow to gargantuan proportions inside her, and liquid fire exploded in her belly. Ted thrust hard, one, two, three times, each jerk accompanied by a fresh squirt of boiling lava deep inside her, and she could hear the squish of his come as his cock thrust through it to deliver each fresh new gush of cream. When be had emptied himself at last and pulled his cock from her tight hole, a river of his juice, sticky, creamy white, boiling hot, flowed out of her as if in pursuit of the one who had left it there. Her entire crotch was soaked from her own lubrication juices and from the jism he had spilled inside her, and her belly heaved and jerked as it found itself once more unfilled by his hard shaft.