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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Transfer Student
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The Transfer Student Chapter 2 of 3
by Kristen 8/97
-= Chapter 2 =-
Things at school got seriously out of hand during
the next week, when a big game was due to take
place. The team had their strategy meeting the
night before the game. And in accordance with
tradition, the whole team had dinner together.
They kicked around strategies, discussed their
opponents' weaknesses, and at ten o'clock everyone
went home for a good night's sleep - at least, that
was the idea.
However, someone must have added a laxative to some
of the food or drink - no one was quite sure which.
Almost the whole team came down with the runs that
night, and the game was lost to forfeit the next
day.
Max, Jerry, and several other boys from their group
were pulled into the principal's office in the
morning. Mrs. Lucas gave them a rather intensive
interrogation, but couldn't break their alibi.
Robyn turned out to be Max and Jerry's alibi! She
told Mrs. Lucas that both of them had been at her
house the entire time the food for the meeting was
being prepared. She was lying, of course - the
first serious lie she'd told in her life - but she
couldn't just stand by and see her friends get
into trouble.
The next afternoon they were all at the Phoenix
when Taylor came in with several of his friends. He
walked directly over to Max and Robyn, and leaned
on the table between the couple. "You little shit,"
he said to Max, "I'm gonna get even with you for
that little prank."
Then he looked at Robyn. "And you! I thought you
were all right, but you're on the 'get even' list
too. Any slut hanging out with these assholes
deserves all she gets."
It all happened so fast that Robyn couldn't be sure
what had happened. Max didn't appear to have moved,
but Taylor was suddenly lying on the floor, blood
spurting from his nose.
Max had jumped up and was standing over the
football team captain, a grim look in his eyes.
"Say what you like about me, Butt-head, but leave
Robyn out of this. You got it? She's been nothing
but nice to you, and you know it!"
Having made his point, Max grabbed his white-faced
girlfriend and they left the cafe.
As he walked her home, Robyn told Max that he
shouldn't provoke the other boys so much; it just
bred hate and violence.
Max had heard this kind of thing from her before
and didn't really pay any attention. Jerry, who was
right behind them, his arm around Kelly, then
started in on how they could "really get the bozos
going."
"How about we do Taylor's car! I mean, we could get
some paint and rollers... Pink would be a nice
color for him; kinda match his little rat eyes,
don'tcha think?"
Max laughed; he agreed that would be perfect.
Robyn was silent as Kelly and Jerry headed home,
and Max dropped her off in front of her house.
She had grave misgivings about her friends' new
plan.
She was deep in thought as she walked into the
house. "Robyn! Oh, Robyn dear!" she heard her
mother call from the kitchen. Reluctantly, she put
on her happy face and went in to her mother.
"Hi mom. What's up?"
Her mother turned away from the dinner preparations
and asked her daughter, in a quiet voice: "We saw
your space and science test grade. Your father was
surprised that you didn't get an A; you always get
A's in that. Is anything the matter, dear?"
Robyn was irritated by her mother's question.
"Look, mom, it's only one test. Maybe I didn't
study enough for it, but it won't affect my overall
grade, and I'll see that it doesn't happen again."
Her mother still seemed unhappy. "Dear, you know
I worry about you. I hope, with those friends of
yours, you aren't getting mixed up with a bad
crowd. You'd tell me if there was a problem,
wouldn't you?"
Robyn turned and headed up the stairs to her room,
tossing a careless reply over her shoulder: "Sure,
mom. Don't worry." She was already thinking about
her immediate problem, not about what her mother
had said.
***
The next day, as Robyn walked to school with Max,
she could tell something was wrong. He seemed
nervous, not his usual happy, smiley self. She was
determined to find out what was wrong, and stopped
and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips.
"Max, you've got to tell me. What have you done?"
Max looked down at the ground and answered
reluctantly: "Well, beautiful, I guess I messed up
a little. We went to Taylor's house last night
intending to paint his car, and, well... there was
an accident... I mean, we made a mistake."
He stood looking at his feet. Robyn's heart went
out to him. She knew he was really sweet and gentle
inside, and he looked so unhappy. She wanted to
take him in her arms and hug him, but she knew
where that would lead. She still needed to be on
the pill for another week to be sure that it was
safe.
The thought of having uninhibited sex with Max,
though, made her face hot, and caused that lovely
feeling to stir deep inside her. She turned her
thoughts back to the subject at hand. "Max, tell me
about it."
"Baby, I really didn't mean it to happen, but we'd
just started rolling that pink paint onto Taylor's
car. His dad must have heard us, and he came
running out in his bathrobe. He must have slipped
or something, 'cause he fell and hit his head."
Robyn was scared now. "Is he all right? ... Max,
answer me! Is Mr. Carry all right?"
Max slowly brought his dark brown eyes to gaze into
his girlfriend's bright blue ones. When he spoke he
sounded sad and tired. "No baby, he isn't. I heard
he had some kind of seizure - a heart attack or
something. I don't know what exactly, but he's in
the hospital now."
"Oh Max, I was praying nothing like this would
happen. I've been scared stiff that someone would
get hurt." She took hold of her dejected boyfriend
and hugged him tightly to her chest. "I'd better go
over there and try to explain," she said.
Max became highly agitated at this. "NO WAY! I
don't want you going anywhere close to Taylor's
house. He knows who was responsible for what
happened, and he'll take it out on anyone he thinks
was connected with it."
Robyn said: "Max, we have to face up to this, and
Taylor is basically a decent guy. I've got to be
the one to talk to him; he'll listen to me. And
you're right about one thing. YOU definitely
shouldn't go over there, or Jerry either. He'd go
ballistic if he saw you."
They were late for class that morning. It had taken
Robyn all of her considerable powers of persuasion
to convince Max that she should be the emissary of
peace in this situation.
The plan was for her to go over to Taylor's that
evening and try to explain what had happened. Max
was willing to take full responsibility, and suffer
any consequences that might be coming.
Robyn had hoped to run into Taylor at school, but
he didn't come in that day. The day passed slowly
for her. She couldn't stop thinking about Taylor's
father, and of the trouble that Max and Jerry had
caused.
***
Max watched Robyn walk down the street, confusion
and uncertainty written on his face. He was certain
she had no chance of succeeding in her mission, but
didn't know what to do about it.
Robyn walked up to the Carrys' front door, took a
deep breath and pressed the doorbell. After a
minute Taylor opened the door.
He just stared at her, saying nothing.
Robyn screwed up her courage and said: "Taylor, I
heard what happened, and I've come to try and make
things right between you and Max."
He smiled wanly and opened the door wide, gesturing
for her to enter.
Closing the door behind her, Taylor watched the
pretty blonde walk ahead of him into the living
room. 'Boy', he thought, with a touch of envy,
'that asshole Max has too much luck with women. She
really is a knockout.'
Robyn sat down on the couch, straight-backed and
prim, and looked gravely at Taylor with her big
blue eyes while he thought: 'Man, I'd sure like a
piece of that!'
"Taylor, we both know that Max and Jerry are
responsible for what happened last night, and I've
come to see if they can make amends in any way. I
don't think you've gone to the police yet, but I'm
here to say that Max is ready to take whatever's
coming to him. I just don't want this revenge thing
to keep going."
When she finished speaking she saw that Taylor was
smiling at her.
"Robyn, you're absolutely right," he said. "I think
we should all agree to end this vendetta thing.
That's one of the reasons I haven't yet called the
police."
Surveying his pretty visitor, he thought, 'The
other reason is that I hate my old man, and good
old Max has done me a favor.'
He continued: "But you know, Robyn, I've been hurt
here, and I'm owed. I'm owed big time. I've got to
have some compensation. If I get it I'll drop the
whole thing, and that's a promise."
Robyn smiled gratefully. "Taylor, that's really big
of you. I told Max you were a decent guy. I hope he
learns something from the way you're behaving."
Taylor held up his hand abruptly. "Whoa there,
sweetheart! I said I wanted compensation. I'm not
going to drop the whole thing out of the kindness
of my heart."
"What do you want then, Taylor?" she asked, a flash
of doubt in her eyes.
"I think a quick fuck with Max's girlfriend would
do it."
Robyn had been sitting primly on the couch, but now
she jumped up and rushed to the front door, where
she turned abruptly, tears trailing down her lovely
cheeks. "Taylor, you're being such a jerk now. How
can you be so mean? I was just trying to stop you
guys from fighting. It'd be good for all of us."
She was reaching for the doorknob when Taylor said
in a firm voice: "Robyn! If you leave I'm calling
the police, and Max, together with his asshole
buddy, will be arrested within the hour!"
Robyn stood with her hand on the doorknob,
wondering how to answer this deeply unpleasant boy.
A number of cutting phrases went through her mind,
though all remained unsaid.
Taylor put on the pressure. "If you stay just for
an hour, I'll make sure nothing is reported, and
I'll leave Max and Jerry alone." He walked over to
stand beside her. "I'm not saying we'll be friends,
but if you have sex with me, I promise I'll do my
best to stay away from them. If they do the same,
then things should be okay. Whatdya say?"
She wanted to slap him. She wanted to kick him in
the balls. She was so mad, she could hardly see
straight.
Then, to her amazement, Taylor reached out and
cupped her right breast and started kneading it.
"Robyn, I find you really attractive. All I'm
asking is for you to be nice to me, just once." He
was massaging her breast through her blouse while
he spoke. "Well, honey, whatya gonna do?"
For the first time Robyn actually gave Taylor's
offer some thought. What he was doing was obviously
very wrong, and she didn't really want to have sex
with him. But Max and Jerry would probably go to
jail if Taylor called the police, and it might ruin
their lives.
She made a flash decision. "You're talking about
having sex with me just once? And you'll promise
not to tell on Max and Jerry if I agree?"
Taylor could hardly believe his luck. Was she
really agreeing to his offer? He nodded. "Yes,
Robyn. That's exactly what I'm saying. And, yaknow,
the sex part won't be all that bad for you, 'cause
I know my way around a female's body pretty good."
He leered at her.
Taylor Carry was telling no more than the truth.
He did know his way around the female form. As a
matter of fact, he'd fucked over forty women, and
had the last seventeen on videotape to prove it.
That's what he did; he fucked them, and then
shared the tapes with his close buddies on the
football team.
Robyn, of course, knew nothing about Taylor's
sexual history, and was by no means repulsed by his
appearance. In fact, she thought he was pretty
handsome, in a jock sort of way.
"Well, Robyn, it's decision time. If you decide
against, I have to make some calls."
She hesitated a moment longer, brushing his hand
away from her breast, then came to a decision
"Okay, Taylor. I'll make love to you, but you have
to wear a condom. I'm not risking getting
pregnant."
"Don't act the virgin with me. You trying to tell
me you don't screw Max? C'mon, I don't believe that
for a minute." Taylor laughed and started to pull
Robyn toward the stairs.
"Wait! We can't do it here. Your mother might come
home."
He chuckled. "Baby, wouldn't that surprise her!
Don't worry. She's at the hospital with the old man
and certainly won't be home tonight. Now c'mon,
baby, put out for me!"
Robyn insisted: "I really mean it. You've got to
wear a condom!"
The big high school football hero growled: "Listen
up. I don't use those; I don't like 'em. So you
either do it my way, or you go on outa here and I
phone the police. It's your choice." He smiled
grimly at the petite beauty standing uncertainly
before him.
In her face he first saw fear, then anger, and
then, finally, resignation. His spirits lifted when
he understood he was to get his way; he was going
to plow another female, bareback, and what a
female!
Robyn was having second thoughts as she was pulled
along. If the truth be known, she was scared stiff.
If Max hadn't been in such trouble, she'd probably
have kicked Taylor in the crotch and made a run for
it.
They entered his bedroom, and Robyn saw a strange
sight. Taylor's bed was covered with a plastic
sheet, and the lights were a funny orange color.
Pulling her into the middle of the room, he said:
"This is my special little nest, baby. You'll like
it once you've gotten used to it."
Robyn answered curtly: "Taylor, I've no intention
of getting used to it. You better keep in mind that
this is a one-time thing. I'm only doing it to keep
my friends out of jail."
Taylor looked his beautiful victim up and down, a
little smile on his face. "Sure, baby; anything you
say. Now how about stripping for some action?"
Her face went pink with embarrassment. How could he
talk like that? She wondered how she was going to
get through this. "Listen, Taylor. Undressing in
front of you isn't part of the deal, and I'm not
doing it."
She started for the bathroom, but was stopped in
her tracks by the sound of Taylor's harsh voice.
"Hey, I want to undress you, and I'm making it part
of the deal!"
She turned, a protest on her lips, but she didn't
resist when Taylor walked up and started
unbuttoning her blouse.
He was enjoying himself. He soon had the buttons
undone, and opened Robyn's shirt to reveal a white
lacy bra. He noticed that it was the front-
fastening kind, and quickly popped the clip. It
flew open, revealing firm, round breasts.
Robyn stood up straight, her head thrown back,
staring defiantly into Taylor's eyes. He next
reached for her jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping
them, and pushed her pants and underwear together
down to her knees.
He stepped back half a pace to admire her naked
body. "Oh baby, that's so fine. I haven't seen
better, and you know I've seen a lot." He stepped
up to Robyn and leaned down to kiss her breasts,
holding one in each hand and bringing them in turn
to his lips.
Robyn almost jumped at the touch of his hands on
her breasts, and his lips on her sensitive nipples.
She stood as passively as she could, hoping that he
would get on with whatever it was he intended
doing.
Taylor pulled himself reluctantly away from Robyn's
breasts. He finished pushing her jeans down her
legs, and made her step out of them. He propelled
her towards the bed, then pulled her down roughly
by her arms onto her hands and knees. "Stay right
there, baby; I have to turn on the alarm system. If
someone comes home, I wanna know about it."
He smiled to himself as he went over to his closet
and flicked on the switch to the video equipment he
always had ready for this kind of event. He
chuckled to himself, mumbling under his breath as
he walked back to his trembling captive: "A boy
scout is always prepared."
Robyn was frightened now; her body shivered in the
air-conditioned room. On her hands and knees, she
thought about Max, and what he might think of
what she was about to do.
This whole thing terrified her. She'd had only one
male in her life, and that had been just a week
ago. She had little idea what to expect, and longed
to get it over with.
She was startled when Taylor kneeling down behind
her, and it made it no easier when she heard him
say: "Baby, we're gonna do it doggy style."
She was in shock! What could he mean by 'doggy
style'?! She reared up onto her knees and yelled
back at him: "Taylor, you're not going to do me in
the behind! I won't let you. I don't care what you
say. The deal's off, you nasty little..."
Taylor cut her off by covering her mouth with his
hand. Putting his face very close to her ear, he
growled: "Now listen up. I could do anything I
wanted to you. You're at my mercy, in case you
hadn't yet figured that out!" He reached around to
Robyn's breast and pinched her right nipple, hard.
"Aahh! Stop that!"
"Listen, you little bitch. I had no intention of
fucking your tight little asshole; though now I
think about it, it might be kinda fun. I was just
gonna fuck you doggy style; you know, fuck your
cunt from behind. Don't you know anything about
sex?"
Tears of humiliation were flowing down Robyn's
cheeks; fear of the unknown and the unwanted were
surging through her tense body.
Taylor pushed her back down on all fours. He
climbed up behind her, and began to position his
big, stiff erection against the petite blonde's
entrance. She could tell what he was doing, but
couldn't think what to do herself. She decided to
hold her position on her hands and knees and
closed her eyes, hoping it would all be over soon.
She felt him push into her, thrusting all the way
in. It really hurt, and Robyn screwed up her pretty
face from the pain. Then he was pulling out and
thrusting in again and again...
Taylor was enjoying the fact that he was fucking
his rival's girl. She was dry at first, but he
didn't mind the discomfort because he knew it hurt
her more than it did him, so he kept thrusting away
into her tight cunt.
Soon Robyn's body had adjusted to the new
situation. She was a normal, healthy teenager, and
her vagina reacted as it normally would to
intercourse. In no time she was fully lubricated
internally, and Taylor was happily and smoothly
banging away at her behind.
Thoughts of Max kept flitting through Robyn's mind.
As Taylor continued to fuck her she closed her mind
to what he was doing and began to imagine that it
was really Max who was making love to her. The
thought of his handsome body against her own made
her even more moist.
She rested her head on her arms and looked back
between her breasts to see better what was going
on.
There were hairy male thighs behind her smooth
female ones, and a large pair of testicles swung
behind and below Taylor's point of entry into her
body. He was thrusting his cock really deep, and to
her surprise Robyn found that she was enjoying it.
He kept thrusting away, wanting to make his little
victim sore, to pay her back for all the hassle Max
had given him over the years. He was triumphant now
his cock was firmly embedded in Max's prize
possession.
Yes, he was truly enjoying himself; and would he
have fun tomorrow!? Oh yes, he sure would! He
reached over to the side of the bed, not missing a
beat. Grabbing the ready bottle of Wesson oil, he
opened it and upended it on Robyn's smooth back.
"What was that?!" she yelled. "What the hell are
you playing at now, Taylor?" Robyn stopped her hip
movements and tried to get up, but Taylor, without
saying a word, leaned forward, and the extra weight
prevented Robyn from moving out of all-fours
position.
He began smoothing the oil from Robyn's back down
her sides; then up under her, to her breasts and
stomach. Pretty soon they were both well covered
with oil.
After her initial shock, Robyn secretly enjoyed
feeling Taylor's big hands, smooth with oil,
massaging her body. Everything was slick now, on
the inside as well as the outside. It was a
different feeling from anything she'd ever
imagined, let alone experienced.
Taylor abruptly pulled his cock out and rolled
Robyn over onto the plastic sheet before entering
her again, now lying face down on top of her. He
began thrusting in and out of her once more, this
time with only one object in mind - his own
pleasure. He wanted to get off inside her; to leave
his seed between this little beauty's legs.
Her body was jiggling in time with the big
athlete's sexual rhythm, as he fucked her
faster and faster.
She was suddenly overcome with disgust at the
realization that her body was just being used;
Taylor had no consideration for her feelings.
Nevertheless, as he continued thrusting into her
with metronomic regularity, and she instinctively
responded. 'After all,' she thought, 'I'm not
dead'. She couldn't help it that Taylor was
building up sensations deep inside her that were a
kind of betrayal of Max.
This mean nasty guy - a guy she didn't like at all
- was bringing her off, and there was nothing she
could do about it. She began to cry quietly as he
continued fucking her with gusto.
When Robyn felt the rush of Taylor's sperm pulsing
into her vaginal tunnel, that was all it took to
bring on her own orgasm. The enormity of the
situation, the unwanted intimacy that had been
thrust upon her, was a crushing burden for the
young woman. However, it was overlaid by an intense
feeling of release rushing through her young body,
and she bucked against Taylor, mindlessly craving
satisfaction, her oily body straining against his.
Then it was over, and both of them lay with their
chests heaving, drawing deep, shaky breaths as if
they'd just run a marathon.
Gradually they caught their breath, and Taylor
slowly pulled himself out of Robyn. He stood up,
smiling hugely. "Hey baby, you are one fantastic
fuck! And you say you haven't had it before? That's
real hard to believe after that performance."
He walked to the door, turning round when his hand
was on the doorknob. "You'll need a bath; feel free
to use my bathroom. I'll use the one in the hall."
Then he was gone.
Robyn jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. She
took a quick shower, dressed and fled the house
before Taylor was done with his own shower. She
didn't want to see him again. What could she say to
him? What, indeed, was there to say?
Continued in part 3...
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