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Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2000 05:10:07 -0400
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(CONTINUED)
"I know." He muffled through his kisses.
Jenny found her rolling pin, and swung it towards his
head. Brian saw the motion, and barely ducked his head. He
took the blow in his shoulder. It sent a sharp, pulsing pain
into his arm.
"Ahh, damn it!" He broke contact with her chest, and
wrested the pin from Jenny's hands. She started to cry as he
took away her defensive weapon. Brian threw the pin aside,
and returned his hand under her skirt. He lifted her up,
setting her down on the counter-top and exposing her panties
as her skirt hiked up.
"Ohh! Mmph... mmpgh. mmpgh.." Brian repeatedly kissed
her pussy through her black panties with quick, sucking
kisses.
"No, Brian, no, oh please no!"
Jennifer turned her body around and started to crawl
for the far side of the counter. Brian grabbed her legs, and
slid the skirt up over her ass. He applied the same kisses
to the rear of her panties, rubbing her hip as he did so.
His tongue slid out, and licked her between her legs.
Jennifer squealed, and started t pull free. Brian
grabbed hold of the elastic at the top of her panties. She
escaped several more inches, inadvertently pulling the black
silk down her legs.
Brian tightened his grip, and began lapping her exposed
pussy as she again tried to wriggle free. She had opened
herself up, and could no longer try to hit him in this
position.
"Oh, Jenny, oh your pussy! It tastes so good!" He
lapped between her legs, his nose almost buried in her ass.
He looked up at her, checking for a reaction. He noticed her
shirt was almost completely pulled out of her skirt. Her
wriggles flashed him with views of her hips and back. He
titled his head, and saw her magnificent left breast
dangling above the counter top, the fabric of the blouse
hanging several inches away from the nipple.
Brian climbed on top of her, barely fitting in between
her luscious body and the cabinets over head. His hands slid
onto her breasts, and he started humping her bare pussy.
"Jennifer, oh baby!" He rubbed his cock between her
legs, humping as if his jeans were down and he as actually
penetrating her. Jenny's wriggling body excited every part
of him that it touched. Her breath gasped with attempt, her
back heaved with effort, but she couldn't break free. She no
longer tried to order him to stop. She knew she was getting
raped, and physical means were her only hope of escape.
Brian rubbed hard against her, but began to slow as he
realized he could cum without entering her. To drop his
pants, he would have to release her. There was no other way.
He slid off her, and quickly undid his zipper. Jenny
was off the counter in seconds. She headed for the doorwall
as Brian slid his pants down, exposing his raging cock. She
looked like she might reach the outside when she stumbled
from her half-pulled down panties. She fell to her knees,
her hands clutching for the door, as Brian grabbed her.
"Noo!" Jenny wailed. "Nooo, ohh noo!" She fell onto her
back. Brian readied his penis. She simply screamed as his
cock slid into her pussy. The motion was tight, as her legs
were still bound by the panties, but he gained ample entry.
His penis slid in about three-quarters of its length.
"Uhh! Uhh!' Brian gasped as he fucked her. Jenny
continued crying as her bucking body received Brian.
"Please, Jenny... please." Brian whispered as he humped
her. He wanted her to enjoy it. He wanted her to realize
love for him.
Brian froze as headlights washed across his face
momentarily. He remembered the impending arrival of Jim.
What to do??
Brian felt a hard push, and found himself on his back.
He saw Jenny standing up, and pulling her shimmery black
panties back up her hips and then bolt.
She didn't go for the doorwall, she probably knew he
would have her again before she could open it. Instead, she
ran for the hallway. Brian watched her breasts slap from
side to side as she approached the master window. The lights
were gone..
"No! Oh please!" Jenny's voice indicated no savior was
coming up the driveway. It had been somebody else. She
turned, and ran behind the piano sitting near the window.
Brian stopped, realizing the instrument was in his way.
They traded attempts at movement, only to give up as the
other matched the action. Jenny's open shirt taunted Brian.
Her bared breasts swaying with each left and right motion.
Brian slipped, and Jenny seized the opportunity. She
headed back for the doorwall. Brian rose to his feet, and
chased after her. Jenny's legs moved with desperation. She
lost consciousness of her nakedness as she begged for an
escape. She reached the door, and pulled the handle.
Locked... She hastily undid the lock, and pulled the door
open. She moved through the opening, her lungs filling with
the air necessary to shout for help.
But the shout was stifled by Brian's blocking hand. She
heard the door shut behind her, and felt his hand come up
between her breasts.
He forced her to the grass, pushing her face down into
the earth. He ripped at her shirt, pulling it from her body
and leaving her completely topless. He pushed the red silk
into her mouth, then shoved her face back into the ground.
With one hand holding her down, he pulled her panties down
with the other. He got about three-quarters of the way, but
didn't want to let her up again.
"Bend your legs!"
Jenny didn't budge. Brian slapped her ass hard. "Bend
your legs!"
Jenny brought her knees up, allowing Brian to slide off
the panties and leave her completely nude.
Brian began to hurry as the two-minute warning sounded.
He noticed another flash of headlights as he resumed
fucking.
Jenny remained still as he pounded her cunt. The naked
flesh-on-flesh slapped into the air. Brian turned his head,
and saw a man walking around inside.
Jim.
Brian watched him as his hips pushed his cock into the
slipperiness of Jennifer's cunt. He looked around, but
didn't seem too concerned Jenny wasn't there - that Jenny
was outside being raped.
Jenny's muffled cries indicated she had seen him, too.
They were sideways to the doorwall, and a simple turning of
the head was all that was required. But the darkness around
them protected them from Jim's eyes.
Brian cupped Jenny's tits, and drove with more rampant
force. Her silky smooth pussy soon brought him to orgasm,
and he came into his love's violated cunt.
"Jennifer... Oh Jennifer..." He pulled out from her,
and stood up. He saw Jim pick up his pants and look at them
with confusion.
"Jim! Jim!" Jennifer had freed her mouth from her
shirt, and called for the unnecessary help.
Jim raced to the doorwall, perhaps now able to see his
fiancee's dangling, naked breasts and the cum dripping from
Brian's cock.
Brian pressed the button...
Jennifer turned, flour scattered across her mouth and
down her neck. Brian looked at that priceless cleavage, once
again feeling the sexual power it gave him.
He pushed his hand against her tits, rubbing them and
covering his own hands in flour.
"Brian! What are you doing!!"
Brian rubbed her breasts - those tender, wonderful,
soft tits - until Jenny broke away. He pressed the button...
"Well, it looks like you've got your hands full." He
said. "I just wanted to say hello. I'll let you get back to
work."
Jenny smiled back at him. "Ok, but we have to go out
tomorrow! You have to meet Jim!"
"Sure..."
Brian walked out of the house, sneaking peeks at her
breasts as he left. Ideas sprouted in his mind. He would
probably rape her tomorrow. And probably the day after that.
And probably on her wedding day. But she would never love
him. He would always have ten minutes to love her, to fuck
her, only to return to his empty life.
He headed back to the hotel, wishing his powers in time
could do more....
Epilogue
The number of days, nay, the number of months, spent
working on the invention seemed to blurry to count.
Brian sat in his workshop, slaving over his hope.
In fact, he had never touched Jennifer again. He
attended the wedding, and aside from a quick kiss to the
cheek and a few glances at her cleavage, did not have any
sexual contact with her at all.
For that matter, he had no more rape. The point of it
seemed pitiful compared to his true want, his true destiny.
Brian slid on the new panel, ready to try out it's
extended abilities. Before, he could only mark a time and
then return to it no more than ten minutes later. Now, he
had discovered how to go back, back into the past in terms
of years, not minutes.
He readied himself, more mentally than physically. He
didn't know what to expect. He wasn't sure how long he had
before he needed to return. But maybe none of that mattered.
Brian reached down, and pressed the button....
The air was warm, and seemed tinged with enchantment.
At least, that's how it always seemed with Jenny around. He
looked into her beautiful eyes. Thirteen years old, he
thought to himself. And more beautiful than any other woman.
Brian was surprised by his new body. It didn't seem as
different as he imagined it would be, except when he stood
next to something. He wasn't tall anymore! But one thing was
unchanged: the raging cock in his pants and the dreamy
mental state Jenny's young, growing body inspired.
She really should start wearing a bra regularly... he
thought. But then realized it was to his benefit that she
still found the garments constraining and unnecessary. He
watched her loose breasts jiggle and roam the area under her
dress.
`What are you looking at?" Jenny asked with a smile.
"Nothing!" Brian feigned innocence, remembering how
this all happened before.
"You were looking at THESE, weren't you?" Jenny cupped
her unsupported breasts in her hands.
"No I wasn't!"
"Do you like looking at my breasts?"
"Yes." The same answer. The same reflexive answer.
Jenny got a devilish smile on her face. "Would you like
to see them?"
Brian didn't need to answer. Jenny began unbuttoning
her dress. He watched her intently as the smooth, young skin
of her chest became exposed inch-by-inch. The dress
unbuttoned to her waist, and she let it cover her she worked
her way down - revealing only her ample thirteen year-old
cleavage.
Brian slid over to her, eyeing the texture of the skin
and the shadows formed by the impressive curves. She
finished the buttons, and looked up at him. She flashed that
heart-stopping smile, and bit her lip as she let the dress
drop from her shoulders.
Brian stare at her offered nudity. An eternity had
passed since a woman bared herself to him by choice. Her
breasts seemed so perfect, so pure, so innocent. They were
virgin breasts. No hands but hers had touched them. No mouth
had salivated and sucked them. No penis had wedged between
them.
"Well, are they sexy?"
Brian reached out his hand as if he were touching God.
"Brian! Stop!" she slapped his hand away with a laugh.
"Yes, they are very sexy."
In the course of the previous history, he had
withdrawn. Jenny had redone the buttons on her dress, and
the evening became a legendary memory.
Brian reached again with his hand.
"Brian." she said with a whine.
Brian didn't stop, and two fingers pushed into the
softness of her left breast.
Jennifer giggled.
"They're so soft..." he said.
"Well of course they are! Here, feel here..." Jennifer
guided his touch underneath the curve. His fingertips slid
across the flesh, only to be mashed into the tit by the firm
pull of her hand.
"Oh wow..."
Jennifer sat and watched Brian's eyes as he playfully
pushed her breast up and down. She squeaked as he pushed her
young, erect nipple into the roundness.
"What about the other one?"
Brian moved his hand to her right breast.
"No, I meant both."
He complied. He shifted his body to be square with
hers, then began pushing, stroking, and massaging both
breasts. A minute or so passed.
"Brian, is that your penis?" Jenny's eyes were focused
on the bulge in Brian's pants.
"Yes, do you want to see it?"
"Yes."
Brian undid his pants, and pulled them off with his
underwear. He sat back in front of Jenny, and re-took her
breasts into his hand while his penis shot straight into the
air.
Jenny touched it. She wrapped her hand around the head,
caressing the tip with her fingers.
"Oh, Jenny, that feels so good..."
She closed her hand around the width, her probing
eventually leading to up and down strokes.
"It's so big!" she exclaimed.
"So are these!" Brian eagerly replied.
The two sat for minutes, caressing and touching each
other as they sat only a few inches apart. Brian wasn't sure
how many minutes they spent, but he knew it was more than
ten.
"Jenny?" he finally asked.
"Yes?"
"I want... I want to put my penis in your pussy."
"Ok."
Brian made love to Jenny. He didn't know how much time
he took, but it didn't matter. He savored the long kisses,
and the long touches. When Jenny said, "That hurts!" he was
more than happy to oblige her with slow, gentle thrusts. She
was a virgin, and he was taking that. She had love to give,
and he was taking that, too. He didn't know how the future
would unfold, but right now he felt happier than he ever
had. He was thirteen, his life ahead of him, and was making
love to the girl of his dreams. It just didn't get any
better. And if it got any worse, he had the wonderful panel
at his side...
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The End
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