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Sibling Rivalry (M/f, NC, MC, Reluc, Sleep, Drunk, Anal, Rom)
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Sibling Rivalry (M/f, NC, Reluc, Sleep, Drunk, Anal, Rom)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001



Part I

"Bloody apple trees. Give me a cherry any day!"
- A Famous inventor, a comment made to his physician after an equally 
famous accident.



I HATED MY brother.

I certainly didn't hold any death wishes for him, though a comment to 
that effect does cross my mind on the occasion.

You see, my brother - Steve, if you really must know - was your typical 
poster boy type.

I wasn't.

Yes, that kind of hate. A hatred born of envy, leading inevitably to a 
'don't give a damn anymore' approach. Oh, it wasn't that I was ugly, no 
- the problem was that girls always gravitated to Steve, never sparing 
so much as a glance at anyone else once aware of his availability. We 
rarely speak now, bar the usual pleasantries. Hello, good morning, fed 
the cat yet? and so on.

It was that which allowed my mind to contemplate what I did those many 
years ago, something I've never since regretted.

My frustration knew no bounds and I had intended to become like a 
classic vampire. Steve was to be my Igor, bringing me my, ahaha, 
virgins - saving me all that courtship hassle usually required of one 
night flings.

I'm actually quite annoyed it took me so long to even come up with the 
idea, considering how it all turned out.

It was the first time for me and - as is always the case, I suppose - 
was exceptionally memorable, both for the simple joy of the act - okay, 
acts - and the sense of revenge.

His girlfriend at the time was a cute blonde girl called Sheryll Tanes. 
Her name, definitely not her actual activities I assure you, earned her 
a regular accusation of being fond of 'stanes'. Geddit? Heh. Anyway, as 
you might have suspected I had lusted after her since first laying eyes 
upon her - on my doorstep in fact, being groped by my sibling. That led 
to a rather long time spent on the crapper, 'answering nature's call' 
as it were, the only way possible for me at that time.

At the time.

It was two weeks later, they'd beeing sleeping with each other for the 
past week - no, not constantly you deranged tit! - and she'd taken to 
sleeping over on a regular basis, fast becoming a habit. A real cute 
couple. Anyway, Steve had gone out with some college friends, got 
seriously drunk, come back and collapsed on the couch staring blankly 
at a stupid mangga cartoon on cable. One of those ones with a bear that 
looked like it belonged in a bad LSD trip. You know, bright mauve main 
character with a polkadot-covered sidekick... blob.

After a dull while fighting with the remote, I stomped upstairs, 
intending to... err, socialize. On the net. Yeah, one of those types, 
thats me.

As I passed my brother's room, I glanced inside and saw Sheryll 
sprawled fully dressed on the bed, still in her clubbing outfit. She'd 
come home drunk too, only much earlier.

Then it happened. As it so often happens with wizened old hermits that 
have a dumb habit of sleeping under apple trees, my brain got hit by a 
random cosmic particle and I was slapped in the face with the seeds of 
an Idea. With a capital 'I'.

I crept into the room, stood at the foot of the bed and just stared.

The seed grew shoots.

Sheryll lay on the bed with one arm hanging off the side - and beneath 
it, lying on the floor close to her limp hand, was a bottle of black 
label Smirnoff. Empty.

Tendrils were spreading, leaf buds were sprouting...

There's a bloody fully equipped *bar* in the living room, stuffed with 
bottles gathering dust waiting for a party of the kind my parents used 
to have... before their divorce that is. Such a waste, I thought.

Leaves grew, flowerbuds popped along the tiny branches.

I stared at her slim, tanned legs and her firm, perfect-sized breasts.

The flowers blossomed.

The Idea had matured.

I smiled.



Part II

"Lightspeed may be a bit difficult, but this barrier however..."
- A certain white haired physicist, an undocumented comment he made at 
an undocumented bachelor party.



AN HOUR LATER, Steve was well and trully out for the count. A game of 
'who can drink the most amount of vodka' is an attractive proposition 
to someone already drunk, and is easy to win when the person you're 
playing against isn't only pretending to drink his. I had to laugh at 
how easy this was. A quick grin flashed at my unconscious brother, then 
I was up the stairs in record time after a moment to calm my raging 
heartbeats.

Back in his room. Damn, I'd been so aroused at the prospect since the 
Idea took hold I was actually getting dizzy with anticipation.

Sheryll had worn one of those cute tight black evening dresses, with 
the shoulder straps and the hem at thigh-height. She looked gorgeous, 
she looked as fuckable as... well, Sheryll. There wasn't any 
comparison, not in my mind.

I thumped heavily on the bed next to her a few times, that tiny kernel 
of doubt ensuring I had a valid escape route - yep, fast asleep. Or 
unconscious.

I switched off the lights and drew the blinds over the windows, 
blocking nearly all light from the room. I waited until my night vision 
adjusted - yes. Spot on, I could see her quite well enough and... hell, 
it's so damned atmospheric!

Ahhh I couldn't stand it. I held her face, that beautiful fresh teenage 
face and kissed her deeply, while my hand quested downwards and groped 
lovingly at her full breasts through her tight dress, my lust mounting 
by the moment. I slipped a hand inside... ah, what joy!

Her nipples were slowly growing hard under my ministrations and my hand 
seemed rebellious as I forcibly removed it from it's comfortable place 
and started to stroke my way down to her knee.

God, I was hard! Sod it. Quick, brutal and animalistic is the way it 
will have to be - being the first time I had no patience with foreplay, 
beyond the standard rote moves of course, and being a sexually immature 
teenager 'foreplay' consists of an organ-hardening wank and not much 
else.

I sat up, grasped the hem of her dress and pushed it up past her hips - 
no panties! What the hell!? I stared in a stunned trance for a few 
moments at her mound, already glistening with her juices from my rough 
attentions on her breasts.

I snapped out of my fugue and rapidly removed all my clothes, trying 
vainly to get my trembling under control. I parted her legs with my 
knees and positioned my myself at her entrance. Once lodged, I 
carefully leaned over her until I was firmly in place over her gorgeous 
form, my arms tucked under her armpits and my hands grasping her head 
on either side.

Leaning over, I started to kiss her and tease my tongue into her mouth, 
lost in the depths of my fantasy come true.

Unfortunately, half a minute later she started to stir and come around, 
still seriously drunk and out of her mind, but nonetheless conscious. 
Oh bugger. That wasn't in the plan... oh well. She'll be fully 
conscious shortly, I can damn well guarantee that at least.

I savoured this moment for a second, then started pushing until my head 
popped inside. Damn that was rough! It almost hurt! "Oh god... tight!" 
I breathed out. Another push, another inch vanished.

"Nnnn... wha... Hey! What... Get off! Steve? Stop... That HURTS please 
oh GOD NO!"

I lost control. I covered her mouth with my own to silence her, and 
started to kiss her deeply again. In her drunken and confused state she 
readily responded in turn.

I pulled out, then spasmed my buttocks in a forceful thrust, burying 
myself inside her almost dry snatch - a slight resistance, then a 
glorious feeling of possession.

She muffled a shriek of pure agony inside my mouth, and started to 
twist about violently in an attempt to push me off her.

Resistance... a virgin! Jesus! But... they'd been sleeping together! Oh 
shit, I though to myself - they'd literally been 'sleeping together', 
nothing else! Oh, no... Her nubile form twitching and struggling 
beneath me, impaled on my gloating manhood, drew my attention away from 
remorse. Oh well, 'In for a penny, in for a pound' as they say.

Her eyes brimmed with tears and started darting around looking for some 
means of escape from her pain. Being drunk however didn't help, so all 
she succeeded in doing was to send me over the edge.

My member screaming in derision at my hesitation, I lost control and 
went ape.  I started to thrust and pound, savagely thumping her hips 
with my own, her head pressed tightly between my hands from which came 
a slight whimpering whine each time our hips connected. The bed shook 
and creaked, the headboard lightly tapping against the far wall beyond 
which lay Steve in a drunken coma.

Continuing to sob and whimper, still twisting furiously under me and 
her legs pushing vainly against the bed in an effort to get away as I 
raped her, she started to weaken in her despair and began to surrender 
to her situation. The passage started to get easier, more slippery, and 
a look of what seemed to be a mix of revulsion and shame crossed her 
face as a slight grunt was added between each bout of whimpering - I 
realized why as she suddenly shook with a mild orgasm, her muscles 
tensing and shaking all over her body and especially her sex.

I paused my thrusting and leaned back, releasing her head to do so, 
then yanked down the top of her dress, snapping the frail shoulder 
straps to reveal her perfectly gorgeous creamy handfuls, surmounted by 
her erect rosy nipples. I paused there for a moment, revelling in the 
sight of this beautiful blonde twisting and shaking on the end of my 
newly anointed manhood. I crouched down, resumed my thrusting, and 
greedily licked and sucked at her breasts - throwing her into an even 
more pitifully delightful frenzied bid for escape, a frenzied howling 
moan escaping from between her clenched lips.

My new position unfortunately allowed her some more leeway and she 
started to thrash and punch her fists ineffectually against my chest - 
pitifully amusing and a wicked turn on, but distracting nonetheless so 
I leaned forwards again, forcing her down into the bed, crushing her 
breasts with my chest. The sensation was glorious, a feeling of total 
and utter possession. Oh, that felt so good. I could now feel her every 
writhe and shudder as I shafted her mercilessly, each gasp and squeal I 
could feal as her breath brushed my face.

I felt my balls starting to tighten, the head of my penis started to 
get flare and I knew I was about to cum. So did she, so it seemed, 
because she then restarted her thrashing with a vengeance, her feet 
drumming against the bed, her hands grasping and pushing against my 
shoulders. I forced my arms under hers and gripped her neck with one 
hand, the back of her head with the other and, using her in that 
position as leverage, pounded even harder into her, grunting in time 
with the beat.

She shrieked and cried out, "Nonono! Please, please don't 
pleeeeaaahhnnn!"

Surprise! She suddenly bucked underneath me, a massive and savage 
orgasm rippling through her frail body as I thrust and pounded 
continually.

"HHHHNNNNNNGGGGMMMFFFF!"

She shuddered, her cunt clenching, releasing, spasming, clenching again.

That set me off, there was no escaping it. I thrust mightily one last 
time into her, crushing her between my vicelike neckhold and my hips, 
and came with a torrent unlike any I've ever known was possible. I 
groaned, as I thrust and spurt deeply inside her and heard her choked 
gasp as she felt the fire of my sperm bathing her insides. Thrust, 
spurt, thrust, spurt. It continued for what seemed like forever, then I 
collapsed on top of her shivering and sobbing body, my body tingling 
with post coital bliss.

I stayed in her that way, pinning her beneath me, as I stroked her head 
and - dare I say lovingly - caressed her hair and face, kissing and 
nuzzling her neck and shoulders. She didn't move beyond an occasional 
twitch from her sobbing and a single aborted attempt to curl up into a 
ball.

And thus, I slept, and so did she. After a while.



Part III

"Cold fusion? Nah, hot is more up my alley..."
- A certain wheelchair-bound physicist, in an argument with a professor 
at Cal Tech.



I WOKE UP a few hours later, to find that, although I was still inside 
her, my torso had slipped to the side and was lying face to face with 
her. I was mildly surprised I wasn't cramped. She was fast asleep, 
though the twitches that crossed her face, fluttering eyelids and vague 
mumblings betrayed the fact that she seemed to be deep inside a dream - 
whether pleasurable or nightmarish, I could only guess.

Sure enough, considering where it was, it didn't take long before my 
member became erect again. I pulled out carefully - so as not to wake 
her - before I became too tempted.

Sifting through my mind, I recalled some of my favourite erotic stories 
that I had found on the internet newsgroups. I grinned maniacally at 
myself as I thought of the various positions and activities that I 
found most memorable. Looking back at Sheryll, a spasm of guilt and 
shame crossed my mind. What I had done was essentially date rape, as to 
her I was still Steve. Not only that I had taken her virginity - I had 
half convinced myself to do the deed with the thought that she was used 
to sex and would not be too affected by the experience. Thus, I decided 
I needed to check out the female side of arousal. I knew I was sadly 
lacking any knowledge in that department beyond online erotica.

I leaned in towards and over her and started to softly kiss her about 
the face, lingering momentarily over her sweet lips and carefully 
sliding my tongue into her mouth before proceeding down to her neck and 
shoulders. The dream twitches eased somewhat to my surprise - I thought 
she was waking up.

Seeing that was not the case, I reached down and lightly stroked her 
breasts, delighting in the view as her skin puckered up in goosebumps 
and her nipples began to harden. Cupping and squeezing gently, it 
wasn't long before her breathing became erratic and shivers flowed 
through her body. She twisted slightly, and I moved down my head to 
engulf her right nipple in my mouth, bringing a soft moan from the 
depths of her dreams. I move my hand down, softly caressing her flat 
stomach and down to her thighs, lightly brushing her mound yet not 
quite touching the lips of her sex.

Suddenly she gasped and her hand jerked beneath her right breast, 
possibly a reflection of what she was doing in her dream. I seriously 
thought she had woken up, but she was still deeply asleep. I leaned 
back to watch her as I carefully navigated my hand between her legs, 
lightly running my middle finger back and forth between her lips - that 
almost did it. She shuddered, her shoulders pushed back and her body 
arched upwards, thrusting her firm breasts into the air; a muffled 
squeak betrayed her imminent orgasm so I stopped for a while, allowing 
her to subside lest she did wake up.

When she was calm again, I moved my hand back where it was - now damp 
with her juices - and slowly eased my fingers between her lips, resting 
my middle finger against her hole and my thumb against her small clit. 
Her head flipped to face the other direction, a short gasp escaping 
from between her teeth, the tendons in her throat tensing as I started 
to rub her clit while easing my finger inside her.

I continued this, eventually embedding my middle finger up to the 
knuckle in her velvet tunnel as I flicked at her clit with my thumb. 
During this she twisted, shuddered and moaned tiny whimpers in her 
sleep, the sensations in her body escalating to orgasm.

Carefully, I knelt on the bed beside her and slowly peeled her dress 
down and off her body - a long and laborious process as I didn't want 
her to wake up, made further difficult with her writhing in a 
near-orgasmic state so I had to time each tug to coincide with her 
twistings. I had a hard time removing my finger from her sheath, but my 
cock's demands for attention were the most difficult to handle; one 
slip of concentration and I would be ernestly nailing her to the bed 
again, missing this educational opportunity.

Finally I managed to slip that delightful dress off which I bundled up 
and tossed off the bed. Sitting back on my heels, I watched her 
glorious golden form as she breathed deeply and slowly writhed in her 
arousal, my member pulsing nearly in time with her body's movement.

I moved back on the bed, and knelt between her legs to face her female 
flesh up close. I nuzzled my nose in it, blew on it, breathed on it; 
each bringing an additional gasp from her. Pressing closer, I drew my 
tongue down her thigh, lapping lightly at the folds of her flesh - 
pushing at her hole, flicking at her clit. Shortly her hips started to 
push up towards me, with no small amount of satisfaction I realized 
that it wouldn't be long before she came.

I sat back, then knee-walked forwards until my thighs lay beneath her 
upthrust legs, my bobbing member resting on her belly, barely touching 
her lips at the base. Thrusting back my hips, I leaned on one hand 
beside her head and grabbed my member with the other to guide it into 
position. Once there, I released and placed both arms on either side of 
her shoulders and slowly pushed in with small thrusts. She gasped and 
threw her head back, stretching her long luxurious neck and shoving her 
breasts against my chest.

Then she woke up.

"Ste... wh... Steve what are you... NO! Steve, NOT AGAIN! GET OFF ME 
STE... YOU!!" she gasped in shock, her big blue eyes opened wide in 
stunned recognition.

Silly me, I'd left the light on. Oh well.

"Hi!" I said, then kissed her deeply whilst massaging her breasts with 
my own chest.

"Nonommmphhfffno it can't be... that was you last nigmmmphhff! Get off 
me, please!" She started to sob as reality hit her and realization 
dawned together with the sudden recollection of what had happened to 
her a mere few hours previously.

To fight off a full crying session, I staved off my own lust and 
started to stimulate her again, licking down her neck to her left 
breast whilst massaging her right - all the time holding the torpedo 
securely in front of the firing tube.

"Please, no pleaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she whimpered as a mini orgasm shook 
her to the core.

"You want me don't you? I've known from the start, I know you do. Tell 
me, you want to fuck me don't you?" I whispered in her ear as I 
massaged her body and tongued her ear.

"N-no pleaaase nnnngggghhhhaaarrrrgggghh!!" A second tremor, slightly 
more violent than the last, shook through her.

I twitched my member in her entrance. "Say it," I whispered again. "Ask 
for it. Plead for release."

She panted breathlessly, gaping at me with her eyes wide open shining 
with unshed tears. "Nonono I daarrrghh!" A spasm twitched her hips off 
the bed, increasing the pressure slightly causing us both to gasp. 
"HnnnnnnnGGGHHH!!" She shook, then she arched beneath me, her hips 
bucked and she half impaled herself on me.

"Oh god! That's better. Yeeesss. Now, BEG ME!" I demanded, my lust 
wearing my patience thin.

She sobbed piteously, cringing and shivering, then yelled back at me. 
"Please! Please give it to me please give me release!"

"BEG ME!"

"Please! Please f... fuck me!" she finally said, almost whispering in 
her need.

"Oh. Well, if you insist." And with that, I clenched my buttocks and 
rammed myself fully into her, slamming into her cervix with force.

She climaxed. I gripped her around the shoulders, pulling her tightly 
against me as she twisted and yowled beneath me, her legs flexing and 
drumming against my legs and back, her head twisting back and forth 
with her mouth gaping wide open in a soundless scream of orgasmic fury. 
I hadn't thrust once yet - I was too busy enjoying her fit as her 
clenching vagina did all the fucking for us both. It took all my 
concentration to not spurt there and then - it was that good.

Finally she started to subside, her arms automatically clasping about 
my neck and shoulders, her legs wrapped around mine, both of us already 
covered in a sheen of warm sweat. I leaned forward and kissed her; 
forehead, nose, eyes and lips while stroking her head.

I then started thrusting - slowly, unlike the previous bout of carnal 
lust I wanted this one to last for a while and hopefully enjoyable to 
the both of us. Besides, now that she was fully aware (and unlikely to 
forget despite being drunk) of who I was - or wasn't - I wanted to have 
a go at turning her. I didn't think I had much chance, but I had to 
try. I whispered sweetnesses in her ears as I thrust slowly and 
rhythmically - hypnotically in fact.

What is a hypnotic trance? Is it not, in fact, a state where you are 
completely relaxed and feeling totally energized? Rather like the state 
following an orgasm wouldn't you say? Well, whether true or not I 
didn't have anything to lose so I went for it.

I whispered continually in her ears, alternating between direct 
commands - "Tell me you like it. Ask me to fuck you." - and sneaky 
comments that apply to both our positions - "This feels so good. I want 
you so much." - during which I continued that hypnotic thrust, bump, 
grind and continual groping.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. N-nesssssss. Umph. Huh. Yes. Uh. Puhleeeumph. Uh. Yes. 
Please."

It's working! By God, it's working! This is incredible! This is so 
damn... shit, what a turn on!

I increased my pace, thumping solidly into her core, occasionally 
hitting her cervix. Her panting increased and she started writhing all 
over again. "Uhmmmuh uh uh uhmmm! Hnnn, please..."

I groaned, clenched her tightly against me again, mashing her breasts 
with my chest and began thrusting furiously.

Then, with one final lunge I dove deeply into her. I grabbed her head 
and kissed her deeply as we both came furiously, her twisting and 
writhing whilst I flooded her womb with a second load of my sperm, 
spurt after violent spurt of hot semen.

Finally we lay still - me still on top though slightly to one side to 
allow her breathing space. "God, Sheryll, that was sooo good."

"I... I... what have I done!? Oh no, what have I done!? Steve! Oh no, 
Steve..." she sobbed, still confused over her body's reactions and 
violent climaxes, the likes of which she had never experienced before 
nor anticipated.

"Shhhh. You enjoyed it didn't you? You liked it right?"

"I... I... n... yes. YES but - "

She fell silent and I pulled her tight against me, resting her head on 
my chest while caressing her back. Eventually, her sobs died down and 
we were both fast asleep.



Part IV

"Black holes are so... tight..."
- A certain white haired physicist, an undocumented comment he made at 
an undocumented bachelor party.



WAKING UP DESPERATE for a piss has to be one of the worst possible 
things that can happen to a guy who has a nubile blonde teenager spread 
open beneath him fast asleep with his deflated shaft still resting 
peacefully in her cunt and her bare breasts pressed against his chest. 
It was around half past five in the morning and still dark outside. 
Mournfully withdrawing from her, I crept out of bed and went to the 
hallway bathroom in a staggering rush.

Finished, I came back, pulled back the sheets - and stared. Captain 
Boner just had a wakeup call.

In her sleep, Sheryll had rolled rolled over onto her stomach in my 
absence, her head on the pillow with her arms splayed out beneath it to 
either side.

I stared, luxuriating in the sight of her firm, flawlessly teenaged 
ass, knowing fine well what my next conquest would be. I hadn't ever 
thought about anal sex before now, but that sight concurrent with that 
though immediately gave me a boner of mammoth proportions - not that 
she would have liked that particular detail. At least, not the first 
time.

I wondered momentarily how that would affect her 'conversion' as it 
were to my affections - it could break her totally, which I didn't 
really want, but... the temptation was too much. I had to do it.

Perhaps if I didn't wake her before I began like the first time - 
perhaps then she wouldn't suffer so much from the initial shock and 
agony. Hmmmm.

I wondered back to the bathroom and grabbed the vaseline from the 
medicine cabinet - why the hell are those always in bathrooms anyway? - 
then returned to the room. Slowly and carefully, so that she wouldn't 
wake up, I crawled onto the bed behind and above her, then started 
smearing both my own rigidness and her anus, bringing involuntary 
twitches from both of us.

Once done, I carefully eased her legs apart then placed a towel-wrapped 
pillow under her hips, raising her ass into air, giving me a most 
appetizing view of her rear. With great care, I positioned myself at 
her virginal sphincter, then leaned forwards and placed my arms by her 
sides, ready to grab hold of her shoulders and muffle any noise.

I rapidly discovered that progress was not going to be easy. Her anus 
was determined to not submit to my insistant prodding, so I sat back 
and thought the problem through for a moment. God, she looked so 
beautiful with her ass raised up like that, her flawless skin, her 
smooth, long legs and firm back muscles a sight that would trigger the 
most animalistic urges in any man.

Moving back into position, I placed myself at her cunt this time, 
wanting to enjoy at least the position if not the act. Pushing in and 
finally resting my hips against her ass, I sighed at the sensations 
coursing through my nerves as her pussy automatically clenching me 
firmly deep inside her warmth. I built up a slow, light rhythm - she 
still remained asleep and I did not wish her to awake, so with 
difficulty I refrained from fucking her as hard as I really wished. 
Actually it was more enjoyable to tell the truth.

A short time later she was mumbling and gasping in her sleep, then her 
body began to move automatically, thrusting her upraised ass back 
against me in time with my beat.

I decided to try again. Pulling out, I manoeuvered myself back to her 
virgin backside, gripped her ass firmly but lightly to steady myself 
and started to push.

It was much easier this time. Her aroused state had her vaginal muscles 
clenching and spasming, relaxing her anus in the process, and it wasn't 
more than a few moments of ardent pushing that my head finally popped 
past her ring and I was in.

Oh jesus! I thought. The feeling was incredible - almost painfully 
tight, but so pleasurable it was beyond description. Basking in the 
feeling and staring at where our bodies were connected by my shaft, I 
slowly pulled on her hips and began pushing forward in little jerks, 
each time increasing my penetration by another inch into her rectum. 
Finally I bottomed out - literally - and paused there, resting and 
luxuriating in the sheer bliss of the moment. I caressed her back, 
tenderly grasped her buttocks and kneaded the soft flesh of her thighs.

Then I started my thrusting. Bending over her body, still grasping her 
by her slim hips, I slowly started to rock into her, each pass easing 
my member out until only the head remained then pushing back in until 
my scrotum came into contact with her pussy. Releasing one hand, I 
moved it down over her body, then under her ribs to cup a breast as I 
slowly plumbed her depths.

Her breathing became harsh as her body began to twitch and shudder 
beneath me. God, she was loving it! I thought in amazement. That turned 
me on something chronic and my passion ramped up dramatically. I 
removed my other hand from her waist up to her shoulder, and increased 
the pace of my pounding, each thrust resulting in a smacking sound as 
my hips slammed into her ass cheeks. A low moan came from deep within 
her throat and she started to spasm and shake, an orgasm ripping 
through her body in waves.

"Uhhhmmmm.... ohhhh... oh... oh my god! What?" she mumbled as she 
rapidly woke up. "What are... oh jesus no, please not there, no!" Her 
arms started to push down on the bed, raising her body up from the bed 
and arching her back - unintentionally placing her in the classic pose 
that set off any man that saw it whether in life or in a porn flick; 
whether dressed or no. With her head hung down shaking with each thrust 
and her hands clenching the sheets, my lust broke all bounds, and I 
grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and started to fuck her ass hard 
and fast.

"Owwww!" she whined. "Ahhhh! No, please don't, no owwwww!" She yelped 
as I lunged once, nearly banging her head against the wall, the grip on 
her head forcing her up and backwards, stretching her firm breasts 
taut. Holding her like that, I groped her chest with my free hand and 
buttfucked her with a pistonlike movement, feeling my sperm beginning 
to boil.

"Hnnnnooo, please... Hnnnaaarrgghh! Hmmmnnn!" she moaned, as another, 
more powerful spasm shook her body, her rectal muscles gripping my 
shaft like a second skin. I grunted and came, flooding her again, my 
juices spraying deep into her bowels as we both climaxed in unison. I 
ground my hips against hers as I came, spurt after spurt of my sperm 
jetting from my cock into her ass. We twitched violently together for 
several moments, then we collapsed onto the bed in total exhaustion, my 
cock still firmly gripped by her sphincter and my hand trapped beneath 
her still holding onto her inflamed tit.

Gasping weakly, it was several minutes before I had the breath to 
speak, but she beat me to it.

"I..." she gulped. "I... never thought... but..." She shuddered and 
scrunched up her shoulders, tucking her hands beneath her. "I liked 
that. God help me, I liked that. Oh jesus help me..." she whispered, a 
dry sob punctuating her announcement.

Quite frankly I was shocked. There I was, assuming she was going to be 
in abject pain, and she liked it so much she said so! I kissed and 
licked at the damp sweat about her neck and shoulders, caressing her 
side with my free hand. What she had just said had turned me on and 
amazingly I could feel my flagging member rising to the occasion once 
again.

"Oh... jesus, again!?" she whispered. "No, please..." She sighed, her 
body trembling. "Do it again. Do me again, please. Fuck my ass again, 
I'm asking you. Please. Please."

My mind, heart and cock joined hands in tribute and crowed with 
triumphant glee. She was mine.



Epilogue

"Inshallah! Check it out Faisha, he's not only tiny he can't even get 
it up! Hahaha! Be a good boy and fetch that cute american businessman 
from next door would you?"
- A theoretical turning point in Osama bin Laden's early life.



I SCREWED HER twice more that night. Once more in her ass after her 
speech, then the last with her on top - a last, most enjoyably 
definitive sign of her submission, though I was feeling slightly the 
worse for wear by that time.

The next day she broke up with Steve, throwing the high school 
rumourmill into a frenzy, and the following week she moved in with me. 
The look on Steve's face was something else. The most beautiful girl he 
had ever dated, the first and so far only one he had trully loved, was 
now with his nothing of a brother. His life degenerated for a period 
after that - bitterness led to drinking and his success at school took 
a savage downturn. His behaviour during that period made him a no-man's 
zone for girls, earning him my original post in the bathroom with a box 
of tissues whenever he heard us getting physical. Within a year he was 
stable, but he was never the same. Every time he came home, every time 
he walked past us in school or elsewhere, he was faced with the fact 
that he had lost his one true love. Devestation was not sufficient to 
describe how he felt.

As for me, well. It was my turn to fall in love, and Sheryll shared 
that sentiment. She forgave me for the events of that night, and 
eventually actually thanked me for it, as essentially it had brought 
them together. It turned out that my crude attempt to 'turn' her had 
been a dead cause from the start. She had been yearning for sexual 
release for a while at that point, and though she had been dismayed and 
profoundly shocked by the experience, she had revelled in it, the rape 
having fulfilled some of her darkest fantasies - being forcefully taken 
but not physically hurt and tortured in the process.

I was greatly thankful to discover that I had not impregnated her that 
night - she had been on the pill for a while, erring on the side of 
caution in her distrust of Steve and his reputation.

Apparently she had never loved Steve, it had been peer pressure that 
had hooked her up with him in the first place, her position as the 
school beauty and his as the school 'stud' making them a predestined 
match. Her status as a virgin had left no room for any other real 
feeling other than deep distrust for his reputation, she had agreed to 
'sleep' with him after he threatened to leave her, citing the fact that 
'his reputation was at stake', but only if he did not try anything with 
her when they did so. He had agreed, and additionally promised to not 
spread lies - any rumours remained as such, mere rumours that could be 
ignored and that would die a quick death. Strangely, that situation had 
led to his loving her - but, well. Que sera, sera.

Those events took place five years ago. Sheryll and I were married a 
year after our... encounter. We both now work in the same firm, her 
partly in charge of the marketing team and myself sole supervisor of 
the company intranet. Steve interestingly enough got hitched with a 
lesbian lawyer - a vexing puzzle until I saw his bank balance.

Life is good.



The End



Note : Sorry about the quotes, I made them up. Honest. I was feeling in 
a wierd mood when I wrote this; I don't like the idea of actual rape, 
having too much respect for women (I wrote this story as a result of 
an... interesting conversation with the girl standing next to me this 
very moment), so I felt a little humour was in order.

Sorry for the delay with the 'Shock' story I'm also doing - it is not
writer's block or laziness, I have in fact done up to Part 5 but being
the perfectionist that I am, I don't want to release a part and then
realize I need to change something. Being my first proper story I don't
want to fuck up and judging from the mails I have received I don't want
to ruin what to them is a promising story. Being in the software line of
work, I don't like to release 'buggy' products, no matter how long it
takes or who I annoy. I hold the same ideal for stories.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story, I'm off to... never mind. Cya!

- Stone-D.

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