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Subject: {ASSM} The Taking of Topanga (Celebrity)
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Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2004 17:10:02 -0500
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Topanga Lawrence lay in bed in her dorm.  Her wedding day was coming,
and she was very nervous about it.  Well, more about the honeymoon
than the wedding.  She wanted her first time with Cory to be perfect. 
But, her friend Rachel had told her the first time almost never was,
especially when both partners were virgins.  These thoughts had filled
Topanga with a kind of tension, and she found herself getting turned
on in ways she never had before when Cory kissed her.
 
She was starting to get a little turned on now, and would have begun
to masturbate, were it not for the fact that she heard a light knock
at the door.  Glancing at her clock she saw that it was already three
AM and she wondered who--but it had to be Cory, didn't it?

Maybe it was the lateness of the hour, or maybe it was just her
horniness, but she decided to give him a little "preview of coming
attractions".  She pulled her nightshirt off and threw open the door
in only her thong panties.
 
She was surprised to see Eric Matthews, her fiancee's big brother,
standing there.  He was wearing tight jeans--and looked good in them,
and for a moment she remembered the crush she had once had on him. 
Then she remembered she was exposed and moved to cover her exquisite
breasts with her hands...but not before she had seen Eric's eyes go
from her face to her breasts to her crotch.  They seemed to tear the
last veil from her body.  Before she could say anything he had slipped
into the room and kicked the door shut.  He put his hands on her hips
and slid them up her sides.  She felt as if she were in a dream.
 
"Eric...what are you doing?"  she whispered.  She took his hands
gently, trying to keep them from cupping her breasts.
 
"I'm making sure my brother's wife knows what goes down," he said, in
a gruffer voice than she had ever heard him use.  She was horrified to
realize that it excited her.  With a roar Eric picked her up and
pinned her to the wall, forcing her to wrap her legs around him as he
tore off her panties and opened his pants.  She felt his penis hard
against her and she only had time to say...
 
"Eric...no!"
 
...before he was sliding his length inside her.  She cried out in
protest but with each stroke her sounds and face were betraying her. 
Fucking her hard and fast, Eric felt her hot pussy clutching around
him as she screamed, in physical arousal and emotional agony.
 
"I knew you were a hot, wet bitch waiting to happen," he said.  "You
like this, don't you?  Don't you?"
 
Her eyes closed, Topanga threw her head back and couldn't speak.  She
would only whimper softly,
 
"Mm-hm."
 
Eric kissed her and she felt his tongue slipping into her mouth
smoothly.
 
She stayed like that for several minutes, impaled as he slid in and
out of her hot, tight slit.
 
"Get ready baby," he was saying, "I'm gonna come now," and she
shuddered as her pussy flooded with her own juices and she realized
that she was coming.  She grunted, moaned and groaned as Eric ground
into her sex furiously and her pussy was starving for his cum.  He
reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, thumbing the nipple even as
he supported her with his other hand (he was so strong!).  She
squealed and heard herself begging him to come in her.  When he did
just that she took it all greedily into her tight pussy.
 
They slid to the floor and lay there, Eric looking exhausted and
Topanga with a glazed look in her eyes.
 
"I can't believe it," she said finally.  "You fucked me."
 
"Yeah," Eric admitted.
 
"You raped me."
 
"You liked it."
 
Topanga lashed out at him, pummeling him with blows.
 
"I did not!"
 
He pinned her down easily, and she felt his penis stirring as it came
in contact with her skin.  Her cheeks burned as she realized she
wanted him inside her again.
 
"You loved it," he was saying, and kissing his way down her chest
until his lips wrapped around one of her nipples and he slipped three
fingers inside her.  "You know you loved it, Topanga.  You're so
hot...and wet...and tight."
 
"Cory..."
 
"Cory's not here right now."
 
"I don't want this."
 
"That's not the way it looks on the tape," she heard a voice say.  She
looked up to see Shawn Hunter, her husband-to-be's best frend,
standing over them holding a video camera.

"Shawn...?"  she asked in hurt confusion.

"Hello, Topanga,"  he said.  "Guess what's going to happen now?"

He was loosening his belt.

(To be continued if anyone is at all interested)

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