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{ASS} PARTY RAPE {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub college size cons 1st 
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BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

Foreword: The story that follows this introduction contains written 
words that came out of someone's imagination (nothing more and nothing 
less) for the purpose of entertainment and social commentary. Indeed, 
it is a sad commentary that an introduction like this is needed to 
defend such a basic, essential, and precious human right as freedom of 
speech. This right is affirmed in the First Amendment of the United 
States Constitution, which reads, "Congress shall make no law 
respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free 
exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; 
or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the 
Government for a redress of grievances." The words "no law" and "or 
abridging the freedom of speech" are perfectly clear and leave no room 
for interpretation. The First Amendment protects every kind of speech, 
and makes no exceptions whatsoever for offensive, erotic, prurient, 
obscene, or other forms of speech. I stand in good company in defense 
of free speech:

- "Our liberty depends on freedom of the press, and that cannot be 
limited without being lost."--Thomas Jefferson 

- "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary 
safety deserve neither liberty nor safety."--Benjamin Franklin 

- "A wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring 
one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their 
own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the 
mouths of labor the bread it has earned, this is the sum of good 
government."--Thomas Jefferson 

- "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your 
right to say it."--The Friends Of Voltaire, 1906 

- "There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are well 
written, or badly written. That is all."--Oscar Wilde 

- "The Greatest evils inflicted by man over the face of the Earth are 
wrought not by the self-seekers, the pleasure lovers, or the merely 
amoral, but by the fervent devotees of ethical principles."--Robert M. 
MacIver 

- "Laws that prevent the choosing of sin also prevent the choosing of 
virtue."--Daniel B. Klein 

- "Liberty is the only thing you can't have unless you give it to 
others."--William Allan White 

- "The sole end for which mankind are warranted, individually or 
collectively, in interfering with the liberty of action of any of their 
number, is self protection."--John Stuart Mill 

Furthermore, every US President, Attorney General, FBI Director, and 
other government employees whose job is to enforce the law is sworn to 
an oath to defend the Constitution. Therefore, any government 
representative or employee who enacts laws or imposes punishments upon 
people for their speech is violating their solemn oath of office. For 
example: 

- "I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the 
office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my 
ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United 
States."--George W. Bush, Jr., President of the United States 

- "I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States 
against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith 
and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without 
any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and 
faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to 
enter. So help me God."--Robert Mueller, Director of the FBI 

Lastly, the purpose of the jury trial system is not merely to judge 
those accused of crimes, but also to judge the law itself. The jury 
trial system exists to empower the people to enforce the Constitution 
upon the government, in the same way that the jury trial system exists 
to empower the government to enforce the law upon the people. Again, I 
stand in good company in my awareness of the true function of the jury 
trial process:

- "The jury has a right to judge both the law as well as the facts in 
controversy."--John Jay, 1789, first Chief Justice of the US Supreme 
Court. 

- "If a juror feels that the statute involved in any criminal case 
being tried is unfair, or that it infringes upon the defendant's 
natural, inalienable, or Constitutional rights, then it is his duty to 
affirm that the offending statute is really no law at all and that the 
violation of it is no crime at all--for no one is bound to obey an 
unjust law...the law itself is on trial, quite as much as the cause 
which is to be decided."--Harlan F. Stone, former Chief Justice of the 
US Supreme Court. 

- "I consider trial by jury as the only anchor ever yet imagined by 
man, by which a government can be held to the principles of its 
constitution."--Thomas Jefferson. 

- "It is not only the juror's right, but his duty, in that case, to 
find the verdict according to his own best understanding, judgment, and 
conscience, though in direct opposition to the direction of the 
court."--John Adams, 1771. 

For more information of freedom of speech, see:

American Civil Liberties Union--http://www.aclu.org/
CATO Institute--http://www.cato.org/
Electronic Frontier Foundation--http://www.eff.org/
Fully Informed Juries Association--http://www.fija.org/
iFeminists--http://www.ifeminists.net/
Institute for Justice--http://www.ij.org/
The Independent Institute--http://www.independent.org/

Now, on to the story... 

    ### 

    I was studying my Pre Calculus book when my roommate stormed into 
the room and flopped onto his bed.  "Geez, Lenny.  You always got your 
nose in a book.  Why don't you ever go out drinking or anything on a 
Friday night?"

    I looked up at Gary.  "I have a test next week."

    "That's next week.  You got all weekend to study.  Fridays are for 
partying, dude!"

    It's not like I've never gone downtown and had a few beers Friday 
or Saturday night.  I'd even tried to ask a girl to dance once in a 
while, but their put downs were always so humiliating; "I have to go 
home and wash my dog," or "I'm desperate, but not that desperate."  And 
it's not like I'm ugly or disabled or anything; I'm just a social 
klutz.

    "I don't know, Gary.  If I get done with these two chapters, maybe 
I'll see you down at Crazy Eddie's later."   

    "Oh, I'm not going to Eddies." 

    "No?  Isn't that where everyone goes?"

    "Brian told me about a kegger off-campus.  Ya' ought to come."

    "Off campus?  You mean at one of the fraternity houses?  Might be 
interesting to go, I suppose."

    "Nah, not a frat party.  Just some guys in a rooming house.  They 
say some girls that live there are pretty hot.  C'mon!"

    "But Brian and his buddies all think I'm a dork.  I don't want to 
go to any party where he's going to be at."

    "Oh, Lenny, don't that that bug you.  Everyone on the floor is 
going.  You won't even see Brian there."

    "I guess I can study tomorrow.  All right, I'll go with you."

An hour or so later me and Gary and a couple of other guys headed 
downtown.  It was about a half-hour walk through town to find the 
house.  Maybe we should have taken the bus, but that would have been an 
extra 35 cents we could use to buy beer with someday.

    We found the party going full blast.  The house was packed and 
several different stereos were cranking music throughout the large 
Victorian house converted to a rooming house.  We each paid a $2.00 fee 
to get our hands stamped and got into the party. 

Me and Gary found our way to the large party room in the basement where 
we split up and I made my way through the crowd to one of the kegs 
where guys were serving cheap beer in plastic cups.

    Guys and girls were gyrating on the makeshift dance floor, but I 
just wasn't in the mood to be put down that night, so I just mingled 
and enjoyed the party.  
 
    I found some guys playing billiards in an adjacent game room, so I 
waited my turn to play the winner.  I lost, and returned out to the 
main room to get another cup of panther piss beer.

    Finding a corner to stand in, a guy I knew from my Computer Science 
class came over and we talked a while about the homecoming game, and 
joked about what we'd each do to that slutty girl who sits in the back 
row if we got the chance.

    Then, beer being what it is, soon demanded release.  I excused 
myself and found a bathroom in the house that didn't have a waiting 
line.  Being early in the party that wasn't a big challenge to do.

    While I was doing what guys do in a bathroom at a beer party, the 
door opened.  _Shit!_   A girl started to enter.  _Double shit!_

    "Oh, I'm sorry..." she quickly said, followed by "Oh my God!"

    I felt myself turn red.  What could I do.  I said, "I'll be done in 
a minute." 

    She just stood there staring at me.

    "What?" I asked.

    She just repeated, "Oh my God!"

    "What!" I repeated.  "Look, come in or go out.  Don't just stand 
there with the door open."

    She nervously stepped inside and closed the door.

    After I had finished and was about to put it away, she said, "Wait!  
Can I touch it?"

    "What?" I gasped.  "My dick?"

    "Yeah!  Can I touch your dick?"

    "You've never seen a dick before?" I asked.

    "Not a big one like you got!"

    I have a big one?  I had no idea!  "Really?  I have a big one?"

    "It's fucking huge!  How is it that none of the girls I know about 
you?"

    I was about to say something like, "Maybe it's because you girls 
all put me down when I try to talk to one of you," but, instead, I 
said, "I've never been with a girl."

    "Shit!  You're gay?  What a fucking shame!"

    "Hey!" I blurted.  "I'm not gay!  I've just never been with a girl, 
is all!"

    "Well," she sauntered up closer to me, "there's always a first 
time, right?"

    "Uh, yeah," I said, not really knowing what to say.

    "Well?" she said.

    "Well what?" I asked.

    "You know..."

    "I don't know!" I said with mild annoyance.

    "You wanna fuck, or not?"

    "Uh, sure," I said, noticing for the first time that she was what 
every guy I know would call "hot."  Long dirty blonde hair, pretty 
face, skinny, perfect tits, and nice round but slender ass--a class of 
girl I would never have even _tried_ to score was asking me to fuck 
her.  Holy shit!

    "Yeah!  Sure!  But where?  Here in the bathroom?"

    She made a face.  "No!  Not here in the bathroom.  I know some guys 
who live in this house.  I hear there's a couple of empty rooms.  Let's 
ask, okay?"

    "Sure," I said.

    I followed her out into the crowd.  She looked back every few 
seconds to make sure I was still behind her.  After searching around, 
she talked for a minute to some guy I didn't know, then turned to me.  
"He said that 3C is vacant.  We can use that room."

    We disappeared into the crowd and climbed three flights of stairs 
from the basement to the 3rd floor.  We found 3C easy enough and she 
locked the door.

    The room was clearly vacant.  It contained a clean desk, chair, an 
empty clothes closet, and a single bed with a bare mattress.  The music 
from the party was but a distant rumble through the big old house.

    She sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to her, so I sat.  
"You do know what to do now, don't you?"

    "Uhm, not really," I stammered.

    She reached behind my head and pulled my face to hers.  In a 
moment, we were in a total lip lock.

    Without realizing how it happened, we were both naked soon 
thereafter, lying on the bed furiously swapping spit.

    "C'mon!  C'mon!" she panted.

    "What?  Do I put it in you now?"

    "No," she panted.  "You gotta get me wet.  But Lord knows I'm 
pretty wet already, thinking of that huge cock inside me.  Oh God!"

    "How do I get you wet?"

    "With your mouth!"

    "But I am using my mouth!" I insisted.

    "No, silly!  My pussy!  Eat my pussy!"

     I had read enough porn to know what eating pussy means, so I 
crawled down and slid my tongue in between her rubbery pussy lips.  
Gaaa!  It was soaking wet!  And tasted totally gamy!  I didn't mind the 
taste, though, and licked up and down, swallowing a tongueful of her 
juice with every lick.  I tasted a hole that I figured was her vagina, 
and began fucking her with my tongue.

     "Oh God!  Oh God!" she moaned.  

     I pushed deeper and deeper until my tongue hurt from sticking it 
out so far.

    "My clit!  Suck my clit!" 

    "Where?" I mumbled with a mouthful of pussy juice.

    "Higher!  Higher!"

    I licked up, toward her muff, and her body bucked hard when my 
tongue slid over a little bump at the very top of her slit.  That must 
be it!

    I sucked the little nub in between my lips, gently at first, then 
used as much lung strength as I could manage to suck it deep into my 
mouth.  

    "Oh God!" she screamed.  
   
    I flicked it over and over with my tongue as my breath held it deep 
inside my mouth.  Her body bucked wildly with every lick.  It seemed 
like she was flooding my mouth with pussy juice, and I had to swallow 
constantly to keep up with her output.

    She eventually wound down and I eventually let loose. 

    "Now fuck me!" she said.

    "Okay," I said and started to crawl up her body.  I couldn't 
believe that I was about to get laid--when I least expected it to 
happen.  Nothing was going to stop me now from fucking this girl!

    "Uhm," she said, "you have to put on a rubber!"

    "Okay, give me a rubber."

    "No silly," she panted.  "It's the guy's responsibility to provide 
the rubber."

    "Oh?" I asked, shaking in anticipation of getting laid.

    "Yeah! You _do_ have a rubber with you, don't you?  Like, all guys 
always carry rubbers in their wallets."

    "I don't."

    "Oh shit!" she said.

    "What's wrong?" I said.

    "We can't fuck if you don't have a rubber."

    "What!" I gasped.  "Well, then, maybe you can eat me, then."

    "No way!" she said.

    "What?  You don't suck cock?"

    "I love to suck cock!  I've swallowed some well-hung guys, but I 
can't take that monster of yours down my throat!  No way!"

    "Then I'm fucking you."

    "No!" she insisted.  "It's done.  We can't fuck."

    "No way I'm stopping, you fucking tease!" I crawled upon her and 
lay on her.  My hard member was on the verge of release.  I could feel 
my orgasm about to explode at the slightest provocation.

    "What are you doing?" she screeched.

    "I'm fucking you, bitch!"  I slammed my hips down, sliding my cock 
into her soaking pussy.

    "No!" she yelled.  "Pull it out!  Pull it out!"

    "No!" I insisted.

    "This is rape, you bastard!  Get off me!  I swear, I'll scream!"

    I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed down on her throat.  
Her mouth wagged in silence and her eyes bulged while I pumped her.  It 
didn't take but a moment for my orgasm to kick off and flood her pussy 
with my seed.  My pent up frustration took its time filling her as my 
orgasm rocked her body over and over again.  My body was on auto-pilot, 
and my only awareness was the sensation of ecstasy that I was feeling 
from my loins.

   When my awareness of the rest of my body returned to me, the girl 
was still and her face was all red.  I let go of my steel grip of her 
neck and jumped off the bed.

    She just lay there, motionless.
 
    Holy shit!  I killed the fucking girl!  I'm screwed!  I'm going to 
jail!  I'm fucking screwed for the rest of my life!  Oh God!  Oh shit!

    I didn't know what to do.  I panicked.  I quickly put my clothes on 
and opened the door a crack.  Phew!  The hallway was empty, and the 
party was as loud as ever down in the basement.  

    I rushed downstairs to the basement, then joined the party as 
casually as I could.  I went up to a keg and got a beer and mingled 
around as if I had been there the whole night. 

    Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I tracked down Gary and 
found him standing in the back doorway leading out to the back yard.  I 
started talking about the upcoming Comp Sci midterm.  We talked for a 
few minutes, then he asked, "You okay, Lenny?" 

    "Yeah," I stammered.  "I'm fine!  Why?"

    "I dunno.  You're talking funny."

    "Oh," I laughed.  "I guess too many beers.  You know I'm not much 
of a drinker, right?"

    "Yeah!" he laughed.  "But don't say that too loud.  You don't want 
everyone to think you're a dork."

    I laughed at that, then my eyes darted into the room.  There she 
was!  Very much alive, though disheveled and turning this way and that 
as if searching for something--or someone.

    I felt a sudden relief, while at the same time, a new type of 
panic.  Instead of going to jail for murder, I was going to jail for 
rape.  "Hey Gary, I think I've drank my fill tonight.  I'm going to 
head back to the dorm.  See you later."  I turned to leave.  

   I hurried into the back yard and around to the front of the house.  
I was making time away down the sidewalk when I heard a voice yelling 
at me from behind.  She was running after me.

    I panicked again.  Then I saw a bus approach the bus stop at the 
corner.  I could make it in time if I sprint.  

    "Hey!" she yelled, running after me.  "I'm not mad at you!  I just 
wanna talk!"

    I ran to the corner and jumped on the bus just as it was about to 
leave.

    The girl made it to the bus a split second too late.  Thank 
goodness, for once, for nasty bus drivers; he ignored her pounding on 
the door and pulled away from the bus stop.

    I made it back to the dorm and crashed into bed.  I never heard 
Gary come in later.  I slept late the next morning, as I usually do on 
Saturday, as did Gary.  

    After I got up at 10:00 and took a shower, Gary was awake when I 
returned to the room.  We got a group together from neighboring rooms 
and headed downstairs to the cafeteria for Saturday brunch.  Everyone 
was talking about the party.  To my relief, no one mentioned a girl 
being raped at the party.  

    But damn, we didn't even know each others' names, which, in this 
case, was a good thing.  Not being a party hound, I didn't know too 
many people there; so, with any luck, she'd never find me again.  

    I resumed studying, and I aced that Pre Calc test.  The next couple 
of weeks went by normally until I was coming out of the student union 
one Saturday night.  "Hey!" a strangely familiar female voice called me 
from behind.

    I turned and froze, standing face to face with that girl once 
again.

    "Look!" I stammered.  "I...I'm sorry about the party.  I don't know 
what came over me.  I'm glad you're okay."

    She got the oddest look on her face.  "Don't be sorry.  That was--
incredible!"

    "Oh?" I said.

    "I want you to do that to me again!"

    "What?" I gasped. 

    She leaned into me. "I want you to rape me again.  And choke me.  
And make me pass out while you're inside me.  Just like you did at the 
party."

    "Are you serious?" I said.

    "Yeah!  I'm serious!  I had my period last week, so I'm okay.  And 
I'm on the pill now."

    "Well, okay," I said.  "Uhm, when?"

    "You doing anything tonight?"

    "Nah.  I was going back to the dorm to chill, then go to bed."

    "Great!  Come on!" she grabbed my hand and started pulling me down 
the street.

    "Uhm, what's your name?" I asked.

    "Amber.  What's yours?"

    "I'm Lenny.  You're named after a color?"

     "Yeah, my parents are weird.  They're both artists.  My one sister 
is named Indigo, my other sister is named Fuschia, and my brother is 
named Grey."

    "Cool," I said.

    After a long walk, we arrived at another large old house not too 
far from where that party was.

    We got to her room, and I knew exactly what to do this time.  We 
started kissing, then we got each others' clothes off, and I went down 
on her.

    Once again, I sucked her clit and played her like a trumpet while 
swallowing mouthfuls of pussy juice.

    Having made her thoroughly wet, I mounted her and wrapped my hands 
around her throat.  I plunged into her while she slowly turned red and 
her body struggled for breath.  With it being consensual this time, I 
didn't rush it.  I fucked her more slowly, enjoying it even more while 
she bucked and thrashed under my weight, her face gradually turning 
from red to purple.

    When I had finally spent myself, I collapsed on her and released my 
grasp from around her neck.  

    "Amber?" I whispered.  "Is that what you wanted?"

    The realization then hit me that she had passed out again, like she 
wanted.  But I noticed something else odd.  Purple had turned to blue.  
She wasn't breathing.  Oh shit!  Not again!  

   But I was more level-headed this time.  I remember watching a CPR 
demonstration in Phys Ed class one day.  I began thumping her chest, 
and giving her mouth-to-mouth.  I hoped I knew what I was doing.

    After about a minute, she began sputtering and coughing.

    "Oh Amber!" I cried.  "You passed out again!"

    "Yeah!" she gasped as she struggled to catch her breath.  "Wow!  
What a rush!"

    "Yeah, but you didn't just pass out; you stopped breathing.  I had 
to bring you back to life."

    "Yeah?" her eyes brightened.  "Cool!"

    "Cool?" I shuddered. 

    "Yeah!  I can't wait to do that again!"

    "Amber!" I stressed.  "I don't think we should do that any more."

    "No!  Don't say that, Lenny!  Please!"

    "But you almost died!"

    "But you brought me back to life.  Oh God!  Lenny!  We have to do 
that again!  And again!"

    "You trust me that much?  With your life?"

    "Yes, Lenny!  You proved twice already that you won't kill me.  I 
trust you with my life."

    "But it's so dangerous."

    "It's a risk I'm willing to take.  Please, Lenny!"

    "I don't know," I said.

    "Look, I'll try to eat you next time, okay?  But you got to promise 
me that you'll still rape me and choke me and make me pass out!"

    "Well," I stammered.

    "Promise!" she insisted.

    "Okay," I shrugged.  "I promise.  If it's a risk you're willing to 
take, I have to admit that I get a certain rush out of doing it to 
you."

    My kinky girlfriend and I kissed and snuggled in each other's arms 
and drifted off to sleep together.   

    * END *

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