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Time Raper
By
Storysman
All comments highly encouraged to Storysman@aol.com
http://storysman.web1000.com/storyshm.htm
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The flesh of the girl's delicious legs moved enticingly
out from underneath the short, peach skirt as she walked.
Brian watched her from across the street, wanting her.
The girl continued happily on her way for another block
or so, smiling as the occasional passerby turned his head as
he passed. She liked this little town. The people were
friendly, and the rustic atmosphere helped her ...
Her thoughts were cut-off as she was sharply jerked off
the walk.
Brian threw his prey into the alley. She fell to the
ground with an exclamation of pain and fear, her panties
flashing from underneath the short, peach skirt. He fell
onto her, grasping the strap on her right shoulder that held
up her matching sleeveless top. He flashed her the knife he
held in his other hand.
The girl was about to scream, Brian slapped her hard
across the face, then ripped down her shirt, exposing the
right cup of her bra.
"Don't make a sound, bitch!"
"Please don't! Please don't!"
Brian nailed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"No sounds!!"
The girl's struggling body rubbed against his hardened
cock. He ripped at the shirt, jerking her upper body with
his tugs. It tore open to his satisfaction, and he slid his
hands underneath the bra cups.
"Ohh, baby, you've got great tits! Great fucking tits!"
Brian rubbed them, enjoying the feel of his favorite turn-
on. He was a breast man, had been since he was a kid.
Tears streamed form the girl's eyes, but she held her
sobs inside her. Brian tried to yank the clasp apart, but it
held under his strength.
"Open it!" he yelled at the girl.
He sat atop her, and watched as she hesitantly bared
her breasts. They bounced free as the cups came off, and
Brian quickly descended on the left nipple. It grew erect in
his mouth, unaware the sucking was uninvited. He tasted the
tender nip, and bent it around with his tongue. Eventually,
he moved his hand under her skirt. He found the strap of her
panties, and easily cut it with the knife. He pulled out her
silky undergarment, spread it over her chest, and began
massaging her breasts through it.
He nearly came as he felt her round flesh through the
silky fabric. He moved his hips above hers.
"Take off my pants!"
The girl looked at him, wanting to plead. His return
stare was the convincing she needed to pull his jeans down.
He had no underwear on, and his hard cock sprung out,
dangling above her exposed cunt.
Rick slid his hands to her waist, lifting the robe
above her silky smooth pussy. He rammed into her with a
grunt that drowned out her own gasp of pain.
He fucked her hard. He speared the pretty girl with his
thrusts. The pretty girl that never would have fucked him if
he didn't force her. She choked on her tears, her breasts
banging up and down with his penetrating humps. She bit her
lip as she felt his hot sperm coat the inside of her cunt.
She immediately wondered if she had just been impregnated.
Brian stood above his prey. He looked at her hot little
body, her torn blouse, her bobbing breasts, and the short
skirt she now hastily pulled over her delicious cunt. He
pulled his own pants back up.
"What the hell?"
Brian turned. A man was standing at the end of the
alley. His eyes quickly showed the realization that Brian
had just raped this girl.
"You fucking piece of shit!" the man ran towards him.
Brian slid up his sleeve, and moved his fingers to the
odd panel he wore on his wrist. He pressed a button...
The flesh of the girl's delicious legs moved enticingly
out from underneath the short, peach skirt as she walked.
Brian watched her from across the street, wanting her.
But he had already had her. He had already raped her.
He watched as she continued down the street, eventually
disappearing from view. Brian turned and headed home.
He smiled as he remembered the taste of her sweet
breasts. She was a delicious little fuck! Fucks like that
made him truly thankful for the path of destiny that led him
to discover time travel. Not being an especially attractive
man, he knew he would never got to fuck incredibly hot women
by conventional means.
So he raped them.
And the best part was, he simply re-wound the clock. He
had his fuck, and remembered it. The woman moved on in her
life, never knowing the course of history had been altered.
Never knowing that for a few incredible moments, her cunt
had been pounded by Brian's cock.
Brian walked down the street, smiling with the
satisfaction and confidence he never knew as an ordinary
man.
"Whoa!"
A healthy brunette was watering plants on the side of
her house. Brian's cock raged again. The one downfall of
time raping: you were always hard. After fucking the victim,
he always jumped back to the moment before the event.
Therefore, in the new course of time, he hadn't ejaculated
into a moist pussy. The load of sperm still surged within
him. His memories remained, but his physical body reverted
to its pre-rape state.
But he actually considered it more of a blessing than a
nuisance. After all, the whole point of his invention was to
fuck women. The more often he could do that, the better.
He pressed a button on the controls, saving the moment
in time for his return point. Then he approached the thin,
pert frame that casually bent over some flowers. Her ass was
square in his direction. Her eyes were clueless to the
approaching man. He size her up, letting his cock stiffen
with anticipation as he eyed the tight ass beneath the
silver, shiny micro shorts. Her gorgeous, bare legs were
visible top-to-bottom, thanks to the waist-high slits that
opened nicely in her bent-over position. Brian walked
directly behind her.
In a swift stroke, he ripped the shorts down, revealing
her panty-less ass. She let out a shriek with his attack.
She turned, her arms flailing. She caught Brian across the
face with a blow, but the shorts half-way down her legs
caused her to fall over.
"No! No!" she tried to slap away Brian's hands as he
reached for her breasts. He squeezed them through the soft T-
shirt she was wearing.
"Oh God, help me! Someone help me!"
Brian punched her hard in the stomach. She choked out a
gasping moan of pain.
"Shut up! I'm just going to fuck you!" He noticed a bit
of blood on her shoulders from the thorns. He looked around
quickly, and decided behind the house was the best place for
the rape.
He picked her up threw the woman behind the house. She
rolled over several times, exposing her bare cunt and ass in
quick flashes. Brian dropped his pants, then quickly moved
to the woman. She had made it to her knees, and was trying
to crawl away.
"No you don't!" He mounted her like a dog, driving his
cock into her cunt.
"Uhh! No! Please no!"
Brian started fucking. He felt for her dangling tits
with his hands. They found their way under her T-shirt, and
spread over her nipples.
The woman's body collapsed, temporarily freeing Brian's
cock from her pussy.
"Stop moving!" Brian slapped her hard across the cheek.
She cried loudly as he pulled the shorts completely off
her.
Brian took a quick look around. So far, nobody had
appeared to notice.
He drove into her again, causing her to cry loudly with
his thrust.
"Oh, you're so hot! And tight! Don't you have someone
around to fuck you all day?" He couldn't move his hands
between the ground and her breasts, so her tweaked her
nipples as he fucked. She was tight, but probably from lack
of preparation more than anything else.
Their bodies rocked on the grass. Brian pumped her
quickly, his cock finally able to stir lubrication within
her. He let his body relax on hers, and ran his hand up and
down her thighs as he humped. He didn't know how long he had
before someone found them, but he was more concerned with
the time elapsed since he began the rape. His invention was
pure genius, but did have limitations. He could only travel
about ten minutes into the past. If he didn't cum in her and
return soon enough, he wouldn't be able to set time on the
right path. The rape would be started, and that would be
that.
He decided he hadn't seen her breasts enough. He pulled
out of her, then rolled her over. Her breasts jiggled
beneath him, still partly covered by the T-shirt. He lifted
it up, and caressed the soft flesh.
"Ohhh." He loved fucking, but something about tits
drove him crazy. We watched her round shapes knead and
bounce with his fingers. They weren't as good as the peach-
skirted chick, but still quite nice. The girl still wept
beneath him, but had given up her resistance.
A beep went off from his wrist. It was the two minute
warning. Two more minutes of fucking, then time to go back.
"Spread your legs." The woman obeyed. Rick positioned
himself, then pushed inside her with a driving force.
"Oh.. Oh yeah!" his hips jack-hammered on her. He
fucked hard, grunting loudly with each push. "Ahh! Ahh!
Ahh!" His face flushed red. "Oh, you fucking bitch! You
fucking bitch!" He drove into her with burning. Her voice
broke with the pain of his stabbing cock.
"Please don't cum in me..." she managed some words.
"Too bad!" Brian replied as his hips clenched and sent
his sperm into her.
"Nooo! Nooo!" she cried as she felt it fill her cunt.
She started wailing. Brian stood up, and grabbed is pants. A
door slid open as he zipped them up.
"Honey? Oh my God!" The woman's husband saw his
gorgeous wife's ravaged body on the grass. Her pert nipples
pointing into the air from her pert breasts. Her cunt
dripping with foreign cum.
Brian pressed the button...
A healthy brunette was watering plants on the side of
her house. Brian's cock raged again.
"Good lookin' flowers!" he called out.
The woman turned, her legs exposing much of themselves
through the slits in her shorts. "Thanks!" she smiled, then
went back to her watering. Brian continued down the street.
He got home, and immediately pulled out his cock and
began jerking it furiously. It was the only lasting
satisfaction he had come to know, and since he was actually
fucking women daily, he felt no shame in the act. When
finished, he went for his mail.
An invitation...
Brian opened the envelope, and felt a spear shoot
through his heart.
She was getting married.
Brian felt tears welling up I his eyes as he read the
announcement. Jennifer was getting married. Instantly his
mind flashed back to the beautiful girl he had known all
those years before. That beautiful girl he fell in love
with, and was still in love with.
They had grown up neighbors, and Brian watched her
womanhood come early and magnificently. She had wonderfully
large breasts that began their development before she hit
her teens. In later years, other guys figured they were
fake, but Brian knew they were genuine. Jennifer had shown
them to him. Those beautiful, incredible, thirteen year-old
tits. He saw them once, back in those youthful days before
she realized the magnitude of beauty she possessed and the
popularity she would win with it. She wouldn't let him touch
them, but she gave him an eyeful on that warm summer
evening. They were friends then, and Jennifer was exploring
her body. She asked Brian to look at them, and tell her if
they were sexy.
Of course they were.
The image was burnt into his mind, even though they had
just begun to realize their potential. At that age, they
were still innocent, still firm, and perfectly creamy. Her
sexuality sprouted on her without her wish, and dominated
her from that time on. Every guy drooled for her. Every guy
lusted for her. But she spent her time with Brian.
He was crazy about her, even before that enchanted
night of nudity. She was mesmerizing and warm. She oozed sex
from every undone button, from every loose sleeve, from
every hemline, and from every friendly smile made with those
full lips. Brian hoped the moment would grow into more
substantial moments. And that they would lose their
virginity together.
But that all changed, as promising hopes often tend to
do. Junior high hit, and suddenly she didn't come by
anymore. She didn't call, and she certainly didn't reveal
any more of her wonderful, forbidden body to him. It seemed
to grow in power with every day. Brian was sure she went up
several bra sizes in just a few months. He hoped things
would get back to where they had been. That this time of
neglect would be over once she got used to the new
environment.
That hope was jeopardized when she started hanging out
with some sixteen year-old punk. The high school was just
across the street, and it wasn't long before this asshole
locked eyes on Jenny. She naturally swooned in the attention
of a high-schooler, and soon accepted rides home from him.
But Brian was willing to deal with it. He was willing
to overlook the pain of seeing her enjoying herself with
another guy, because he truly felt she would come back to
him. She would be with him. He decided to speed up the
process by asking her out to the homecoming dance.
No.
But she liked him as a friend! Brian raced home the
afternoon he told her of his feelings. But he didn't cry. He
didn't get too frustrated. He built his hope for winning her
over slowly. After all, they were kids. There was plenty of
time to win her heart. She would realize he was the one. The
belief remained pure within him.
But that ended two evenings later when he stumbled on
her in the park fucking the sixteen year-old. His hands were
on her breasts, those precious breasts Brian had longed to
touch and kiss. She didn't see him watching as she lost her
virginity on the remote trail. She didn't see the anguish he
felt as she opened her legs and let her pussy be penetrated
and ripped open for the first time. Her bra and panties
still looked like a little girl's as they lay next to her
humping body. But Brian locked his eyes on her breasts. He
watched her very adult breasts flail from the fucking and
glisten from the sixteen year-old's saliva. He watched as
they were rubbed gently after she received the boy's sperm.
He touched them with tenderness, and kissed them with and
equal tenderness. She had no reason to doubt her fuckable
little body from that point on. No reason not to fuck any
guy she wanted. She would just never wanted Brian.
Brian still had the invitation in his hand. His mind
had taken him back further in time than his invention could,
and with a much less happy result. He looked at the device
on his wrist, knowing now the real purpose for its creation.
The true reason fate had led him to its discovery.
To rape Jennifer.
He hadn't followed her life since those early days. Any
sight, any mention of her was became a fierce pain in his
soul. He story or rumor about who she fucked next was like a
sentence of death. He went through it for five years,
watching the male eyes fixate on her, and knowing some of
them were actually lucky enough to have her.
He didn't even know where she lived, until now. The
invitation told him the town and state. He could find her
from there. He looked down at the panel. God, if only he had
invented this thing back then...
He packed his bags, then went to find her.
She was as radiant as ever as she relaxed on her porch.
Brian had found her home, and watched her from some bushes
on the side of the house on sunny afternoon. She seemed so
mature, so developed. Her beauty dominated the world around
her, and seemed to touch the things of life that surrounded
her.
He eyed her adult body intently, or more accurately,
her breasts. They firm shape rounded the top of her sun
dress, heaving gently with each mesmerizing breath. She
stretched out, eyes closed, enjoying the sun the warmth of
her life. Brian checked out the surroundings, looking for
anything that might interfere with the rape. He hid pressed
further into the bushes as a car passed behind him on the
street.
Brian's heart was pounding. He hadn't been nervous
since the first few times he took advantage of his
invention. Fucking his women of choice had become as easy as
selecting what chips to but from a vending machine. But
Jennifer, oh Jennifer...
Her beautiful body stirred. Brian noticed her dress
open slightly, revealing a hint of her right breast and the
black bikini top that covered it. Oh, to see those breasts
in a bikini! To see them out of a bikini! He hoped she would
expose her flesh to the adoring rays of the sun and to the
adoring eyes in his head. He prepared to move...
Jennifer started undoing the buttons on her dress. It
opened up with her soft hands, exposing the tight bikini-
covered breasts. Oh, yes... Brian smiled as he once again
beheld the unparalleled beauty. Brian went to his zipper as
Jennifer slid her hand inside the top, adjusting her breast
in the too-tight garment. She sat up in the chair, wriggling
her body free and causing her long, curly hair to fall down
her front. She slid completely out of the dress, thinking
the only person that saw her gorgeous feminine shape was
herself.
But Brian was watching. He watched as he stroked his
cock and Jennifer stretched back on the chair - giving the
heavens a view of her men would kill for. He looked at her
already tan flesh, and the beautiful pieces of black that
covered her most scared treasures. His stroking hand
stopped.
It was her bra and panties.
His eyes had detected the lace and silk in the added
light. She was so comfortable in her home, so willing to
expose her body in a normally forbidden way...
He strode towards her, naked from the wait down.
Jennifer hadn't noticed him approaching. With her eyes
closed, she again fidgeted with her bra, opening the clasp
to loosen her straining breasts.
Brian watched has the middle of her chest became
exposed, and the pronounced shadows under her curved tits
hinted at their magnificent size and shape. Without a
further thought, he slid his hands onto her breasts,
underneath the bra and over her nipples.
Jennifer shrieked. Her eyes opened with a start. "Oh,
my God!" she gasped as she immediately saw Brian's penis
hanging in front of her.
"Ohh... Ohhh..." Brian became entranced as his hands
slid over her silky skin. Her tits were so smooth, so firm,
and yet so jiggly. His body warmed over, as if her had just
entered his paradise. The tips of his fingers danced with
sensation. Jennifer's breasts... Jennifer's breasts...
Jennifer's breasts...
The number of years he had dreamt of this moment was
lost, but the magnitude was quenched as the smoothest,
sexiest flesh he had ever touched graced the palms of his
hands.
"Get off me!" His trance had given her an opportunity,
and she slapped his hands away, knocking him back on his
ass. Her legs were spread open, and he immediately saw the
outline of her cunt through the black panties.
"Brian! What are you-" she recognized him, but was cut-
off as his mouth met her lips. He was on her, rubbing
against her, kissing her with the searing passion of time.
"Mmpph.. Mmph!" Jennifer struggled to voice her
objection, but Brian's thirsting lips muffled her cries. Her
eyes grew wide with fear. He noticed them, and pushed hi
cock against her as he recognized the fear. She was going to
be raped, and she now knew it.
"Ooh, baby, oh, Jennifer." Brian touched her pussy. She
landed a blow across his cheek with the distraction. He
caught her arms.
"Don't make me hurt you, baby, just let me love you."
She continued to struggle under him, and the chair
collapsed. Her tits jiggled and bounced against his chest.
He rested his weight on them as both his hands slid to her
cunt.
He worked the panties down, suffering the blows she
landed to his head and the kicks she tired to place in the
worst possible area. He pushed her back, not wanting to
damage his precious prey. She thrashed and screamed as her
cunt became exposed. She wasn't going to give in easy, she
wasn't going to lay there ad let him cock her.
She caught him hard in the cheek with a kick in the
jaw. Brian's nearly blacked out as his vision blurred. She
caught his arm, and bit into his wrist.
"Ahhh!" Brian screamed form the pain. "You fucking
bitch!" His right hand landed squarely against her cheek,
sending her back against the chair. His yes flashed with
rage. The pent-up years of wanton frustration scorched his
gaze. His eyes trembled as he grasped her hair, tugging her
face directly beneath his.
"I'm going to fuck you, you god damned whore! I going
to rip that little pussy of yours!" He threw her back onto
the chair, and drove into her with a hammer force.
"Uhh! Oh no!" she screamed as his cock plunged into her
cunt.
"Oh yeah! Take it, cunt! Take my cock! Ahh!" He rammed
into her again.
"Oh! Stop, please stop, Brian!"
"Fuck no!" he slapped her for the suggestion. "I'm
going to fuck you, like every guy you've ever let fuck you!
Do you know how I felt about you? Did you know what you did
to me when you spread your little thirteen year-old legs for
that cock?"
"Uhh... Uhh..." her voice was drenched in desperation.
Brian smiled on her triumphantly, his cock slipping
into the cunt he had craved for so long. He felt his body
pulse, and unload his cum into her.
"Ohh, yeah... Whata pussy!" He continued to fuck,
slurping her cunt with his sperm. Jennifer's head was turned
away from him. He grabbed it, jerking her eyes to face down
the length of her body.
"Do you see that? That's MY cock in you! My cock!"
Jennifer closed her eyes. Brian pinched her nipples as hard
as he could.
"Uhhh!" she nearly bucked him off with her force.
"I deserve this... I deserve to fuck you..." he
whispered as he kissed her tits.
His wrist started beeping he stood up and headed for
the bushes. He looked back at Jennifer's plundered body as
he pulled his pants back up. He pressed the button...
Jennifer was in her sun dress, smiling at the sky. She
was oblivious to Brian in the bushes, who eyed her with
fully-grown lust and admiration. He turned and started down
the walk, feeling something he hadn't experienced before.
He was crying...
He had fucked her. He had fucked the woman of his
dreams... the woman of his life. He had felt the gentle
softness of her bared breasts against him. he had felt the
sweet taste of her lips, and the warm, moist tightening of
her cunt on his cock. She was as beautiful and awesome a
fuck as he imagined.
But she didn't love him.
If only she felt for him the same way. If only she
wrapped her arms and legs around him in a welcoming, sexual
embrace instead of letting her body lie still as he raped
her. If only he could slid his bursting penis into her
heavenly mouth without fear of her trying to bit it off.
Brian kept on, heading towards his hotel, wondering a
thousand "What ifs?" The train of thought didn't cease until
the night. It didn't cease until he knew what he had to do.
He had to go to her, but not to rape her....
He felt as nervous as before, but now in a
substantially different way as he stood on Jennifer's porch.
His finger pressed the doorbell. Her beautiful face peered
around the edge.
"Brian!" the door opened wide. "Oh, God," Brian
thought, "does this woman ever not look incredibly fucking
hot??'
Jennifer had changed from her earlier outfit. She was
wearing a silky, red top that strapped over her shoulders,
leaving her arms and sides bare. A tight, white mini-skirt
hugged her hips and upper thighs.
She wrapped her arms around him, then planted a soft
kiss on his cheek.
"I'm so glad to see you! What are you doing here?"
"I'm in town in business. I thought I'd look you up."
"That's wonderful. Come on in! Jim should be here soon,
in fact I thought you were him!"
Brian followed her magnificently jiggling ass down the
hall. His eyes moved up her body, and he realized the round
shapes of her breasts protruded past her body. The skimpy
top she wore was no match for their size, and failed to
cover entirely cover them. Brian's cock grew hard at the
exposure.
He followed her into the living room, and nearly raped
right then. Several shiny, skimpy, silky, lacy garments were
spread out across her sofa. A shiny green bra... a pink
camisole, silver panties...
"Sorry, like I said, I was expecting Jim." Jennifer
scooped up her erotic wardrobe. Brian burned with the
thought of Jim choosing the attire for her their fucking.
He wanted to rape her.
No... no... not this time. He had to try for real...
Brian stood in the kitchen table as Jennifer moved to
the kitchen. Evidently she was finishing up a meal.
"So, how have you been? Watcha' been up to?' She asked
as she lifted a pot and released a waft of steam.
Brian moved slowly towards her. "Too much to tell,
really..."
"Oh, come on! You're not married, are you I never got
an invitation if you did!"
How could he marry someone else? She was his love...
"No. Not married."
"Oops!" Jennifer jumped a bit as Brian saw a puff of
flour lift into the air. Jennifer turned, the white powder
scattered across her smile and down her neck. And down
further. Brian's eyes locked on the dust that had secured
itself on the bare portion of her cleavage. He hit the
marker on the panel. He couldn't wait anymore...
"Jennifer, I'm in love with you. I always have been,
ever since we were kids! I want you, I want to make love to
you. I want you to come away with me..."
Jennifer stood in place, her caked hands held aloft
from her body.
"Brian. I..." she seemed surely stunned. Her face
seemed to indicate she had no idea this was coming. "I don't
know what to say... I'm in love with Jim, we're getting
married..."
"Jenny. I love you. No man's love for you as ever been
as pure or had the same depth as mine." Brian reached her.
He stood directly in front of her. "You must have known
that. You must have felt something like that for me."
"Brian, I... I never felt that way. I didn't know you
did."
"Never? You never loved me?"
"No, we were friends..."
"But you showed me your breasts!"
"Oh, God. I was thirteen! I can't even believe you
remember that!"
"Didn't you love me then?"
"I don't know what I felt then, except for being
obsessed with wondering if I was pretty..."
"Jenny... " He touched her shoulders.
"Brian, no. I don't feel that way for you. I never
have. I'm sorry."
Brian moved his fist to his mouth, and slid his tongue
over his finger.
"Jenny... please..." He pressed the moistened fingertip
against her powdered cleavage, clearing a small streak of
powder from her right breast.
"Brian! No!" she grabbed his hand. "Please, don't make
me ask you to leave..."
"Remember those old times, Jenny..."
"What? And show you my breasts?"
"Yes, and let me fuck you."
Jenny's eyes grew wide with apprehension. She tried to
jerk her arm away, but Brian held it tied. He eyed her,
watching her reactions.
Jenny tried to free herself with her other hand. Brian
easily caught it, and watched her expression turn to terror
as she wriggled more forcefully.
"Brian, stop! Let me go!" He brought his body against
hers, pinning her against the counter. He kissed her.
Jenny quickly broke the kiss. In a surprising motion,
Brian let go of her arms and threw open her skimpy top. Her
naked breasts bounced into view, half-covered in flour.
Brian descended onto them, opening his mouth.
"No! No!" Jenny hit him as he kissed the flour and
licked her nipples. He slid his hands into her skirt,
rubbing her bare hips underneath.
"Brian, stop! This is rape!"
(CONTINUED)
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