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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter IV (mf, mF, mc, preg)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 08:10:04 -0400
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The Feel

By:  Dark Paladin

Chapter IV

Steve flipped through the magazine, barely reading the
words. <i>Steve, you are the biggest turd in the
world,</i> he thought to himself.

He put down the magazine, leaning over to cradle his
head in his hands. It had been a day since he had
taken Nicole, robbing her of her virginity, squirting
his sperm into her tight body. Even now, the memory
was making him hard. Then again, he was only 16 -
navel lint made him hard.

A little over a week before, he had sex with her best
friend Amanda, taking her virginity as well. Each
time, his strange new power - the ability to make
others feel physical sensations that weren't there -
had helped him in his quest. By pleasuring both girls
before he had even touched them, working them up to
such a fever pitch that the teen cheerleaders
surrendered themselves to him - even though they made
protests along the way.

He had come inside of each of them, shooting his seed
right into their wombs. There was the chance they were
pregnant. So here he was, 16, fornicating with two
girls who were best friends, both possibly pregnant.

<i>Just had to do it, didn't you, Steve?</i> he
thought to himself. Earlier in the week he had reveled
that he was young, free, financially independent
thanks to his father's life insurance policy that set
up a trust fund for him. A policy that was activated
after Steve murdered his father with his power. The
guilt was slowly starting to eat away at him. At
first, he was glad. He hadn't meant for his father to
die - it was an accident. But as time wore on, his
heart seemed to beat a little bit slower every time he
thought about it.

He sighed, running a hand through his brown hair. All
he could do for now is sweat it out. Maybe he'd get
lucky and neither girl was pregnant - after all, it
was their first time. Not that it really mattered
biologically, but still - didn't it? Maybe neither
girl would speak to each other about their tryst with
Steve. Maybe he could just dig a hole and hide inside
for a few weeks in case they ever <i>did</i> talk to
each other.

He looked up at the receptionist, a forty-ish woman
who was typing into a computer. Steve was otherwise
alone in the reception office to his doctor for a
follow up tetanus shot.

Something buzzed at the end of Steve's consciousness,
but before he could focus on it, the phone rang. The
receptionist answered it.

"Dr. Annul's office. Cid? What - I can't-" She looked
up, her eyes towards Steve but not focused on him.
"Did you call a plumber? All right, I'll be right
there. Yes, just keep the towels on it. Bye."

"Ariana?" the receptionist called.

"Be right there," called a voice from the hallway.
Steve remembered that voice. He sat up a little
straighter, looking down the hallway past the
receptionist. A moment later, Ariana appeared.

She was just as he remembered her the last time he was
here. She was about his height, looking like Jenny
McCarthy had in her youth. Her perfect blond hair hung
to her shoulders, bright blue eyes looking around her.
She was pretty, with shiny pink lips and flawless
complexion. Every stereotype of the nurse type seemed
alive in her - deep cleavage in a buttoned nurses
uniform, even white nylons.

"We had a pipe break back at home," the receptionist
was saying. "I hate to do this, but I've got to run,
and Dr. Annul isn't due back until tomorrow, so-"

"That's OK," Ariana said. "I'm just about to show out
Ms. Greenly, then Steve there is out last patient,
and. Just lock the door behind you, and I'll set the
dead bolt and such after I'm done with Steve."

The receptionist cast a look at Steve's direction,
probably wondering Steve could be trusted. Steve
grinned at her, and she relaxed. "All right," she
said. "I owe you one."

Ariana looked at Steve. "I'll be with you in just a
minute," she said. The receptionist almost flew by him
as Steve nodded back at the pretty nurse.

"No problem," he said. The back of his neck started to
sweat. "I'll just sit here and, um-" He picked up a
copy of Time. "Read about the Bush administration." He
glanced at the cover. "Hey, I didn't know Bush Sr. was
back in office."

Ariana smiled at him before turning back down the
hallway. Steve watched her go, her butt gently swaying
back and forth before him. He couldn't help himself -
he reached out with the Feel, as he was beginning to
call it, gently running a mental hand up her thigh.

Ariana pauses for half a second, looking back for a
second, then continuing on. The barest whisper of
sensation caressed her thighs - probably just the air.
Steve was looking down at the magazine, his face a
picture of innocence. He could feel the smooth nylon
under his psychic fingers, suddenly ending along her
inner thigh. Real nylons - no panty hose. His teenage
cock gave another lurch as Ariana turned away to
finish giving her other patient her medicine.

Steve looked at George Bush Sr. in the magazine. His
mind was on the sensations the Feel had sent back to
him, that flawless skin, wondering how it would feel
against his waist, her legs pressed around him. He
should resist temptation - he was in enough trouble as
it was. After all, she was older than him, probably
by, what, 8 years or so? Though maybe she was on birth
control - a woman that sexy must get laid a lot.

No, he was going to be good this time, just get his
shot, go home, and beat off. Yeah, that was safer.

Ariana returned, instructing an elderly woman on how
to take some medicine. Once the woman was through the
front door, Ariana locked it, then turned to Steve.

"So," she asked. "Should we do this?" Her question was
innocent, but Steve's mind thought something else as
the Feel felt her thighs again, his eyes noticing her
white breasts pushing up against her silky blouse.

"Absolutely," Steve said. All morals went right out
the window at that point. "Let's do this."

<hr>

Ariana looked at Steve, the good looking young man
barely taller than her. Simple procedure - should just
take about 5 minutes for a tetanus booster shot. He
was a good looking teenager, brown hair, bright green
eyes that seemed almost too bright. She had never seen
eyes like that before - something about them seemed to
hold you. He was good looking, even if he was too
young.

Besides, she was happy with her boyfriend Robert.
Well, perhaps not happy, she thought to herself.
Lately, he'd been pushing for them to have sex. It
seemed that every date ended up at his house, with him
trying to feel her up. Ever since they had become
engaged he had been expecting them to have sex.

But she resisted, because she wanted to wait until she
was married. Sure, so she felt like the only 25 year
old virgin in the world. But it was what she had
wanted- even though sometimes it was hard not to let
Robert touch her breasts, or not reach out and touch
his hard penis. Especially when marriage seemed so far
off. Especially when Robert kept putting off the date
over and over again.

She looked at Steve again. A week before, she
remembered how he had looked at her, the way every man
had looked at her since she was a teenager. Her large
breasts, shapely figure, and pretty looks drew men
from all over.

But this time, Steve was different. He looked -
stronger. More confident. When he did look at her, he
didn't seem to leer, but he didn't sneak his looks at
her either. His gaze drifted over her openly, as if he
didn't mind if she knew he was looking.

Ariana straitened a bit, pushing out her chest just a
little. Maybe she'd tease him a little - as mean as
she knew it was, it was always funny to see men make
fools out of themselves. Maybe unbutton another
button, show him a touch of cleavage, get him hard,
then send him on his way. Just some harmless, innocent
fun.

"So, back for another shot, eh?" she asked.

"Yup," he said. "That and maybe another Wonder Woman
band-aid." He grinned at her, those green eyes sifting
right into her. She smiled at the joke, running a hand
through her blonde hair. She watched his eyes tracing
the path her hand made, sending a secret smile into
her. She opened the door, letting the two of them into
the room.

Ariana had already placed everything she needed inside
the room to make things quicker. She prepped the shot
while he rolled up his sleeve, exposing a large
muscle. "Sorry to make you stay late," Steve said as
she drew the fluid into the syringe.

"Oh, all alone with a big strong man like you?" She
teased.

He grinned at her, his cute face lighting up. "Well,
maybe I can make it up to you sometime. How about this
Saturday - I can take you out to dinner."

She nearly dropped the syringe in surprise. She had
never expected that he would ask her out on a date.
"Steve, I'm - I'm flattered-" She honestly was, but
this was insane. "But I'm afraid I can't. I mean, I-"
It took another second to think of an excuse. "You're
too young, and - I have a boyfriend."

"So, if I wasn't a few years younger than you, and if
you didn't have a boyfriend, you'd go out with me." He
didn't act like he was hurt by the rejection.

Ariana thought about it for another second. "Well -
yes." She admitted. Steve nodded, then shrugged.

"Well, you can't have it all." He said. He grinned at
her again. "Maybe some other time, then."

"Maybe." Ariana looked down. "Oh, dang," she said. "I
forgot the alcohol wipes. I'll be right back."

She opened up the door, lightly jogging down the
hallway to the supply cabinet. That was - different.
She felt a little uncomfortable that he had asked her
out - poor thing, he must have a crush on her.

She typed in the code into the cabinet to release the
electric lock, reaching in for the wipes. At the same
time, she felt her breast start to itch. Light at
first, then quickly maddening the way all itches
become. She reached up her left hand to scratch-

And nearly moaned in pleasure. The second her fingers
touched her breast, the nipple hardened to the point
of near pain, a wash of heat flowing through her body.
Her hand gently squeezed the orb, her fingers full of
her ripe flesh. She felt a tingle down in her vagina
until she regretfully pulled her hand away.

<i>What was that?</i> she asked herself. She rarely
let Robert touch her breasts - especially on days like
today, when she was close to the most fertile in her
cycle, and her breasts felt the most sensitive. But
that - that was the most incredible feeling she could
ever remember.

She shook her head, grabbing the wipes. Hm. Maybe
she'd call Robert tonight and let him touch them. Then
again, that might be too dangerous. Maybe not.

She went back down the hallway, wipes in hand. Both of
her breasts started to itch a bit, but she ignored it.
The last thing she needed was to start fondling
herself in front of a teenager. She smiled wickedly to
herself. Though that would certainly send him off
panting.

Ariana nearly laughed at herself as she went back in
the room. "Get lost?" Steve asked.

"Nearly," she said. "Sorry. This should just be a
moment."

"Please, take your time. I'm just enjoying the view."
That grin returned, and his eyes nearly burned through
her.

She rolled her eyes. That damn itch felt stronger than
before. Just a few minutes, she told herself. "Let's
try this again.  Bend over, please.  This should just
be a quick prick," she said as the took up the
syringe.

"Gee, and I thought I had a slow prick," Steve said.
His eyes caught hers for a moment, and she blushed.
Her breasts throbbed as for just a moment the itch
left, and pleasure returned. Then the itch was back as
she gave him the shot, then threw the syringe into the
biowaste bin.

She turned around to busy herself with throwing away
the other things as Steve raise his pants back up. At
least until the itch increased in intensity, roaming
over her nipples. <i>If I'm quick, he won't see,</i>
she thought to herself. She brought both long-nailed
hands up to her breasts, stroking them through her
white blouse.

This time it didn't go away- if anything, it grew
worse. She rubbed harder, trying to clear away the
terrible itch. She slipped one hand into her shirt,
gripping her lacy bra through her shirt.

The itch went away- and again the pleasurable
sensations exploded at her fingers. Her hand was
cramped inside her shirt, but she was able to grip her
hardened nipple, pulling and stroking it like a tiny
penis. She couldn't believe how <i>good</i> that felt.
Forget Robert- she could do this herself.

A new itch started in her body, this one located in
the tender flesh between her legs. Before she could
even think about it, she slid her other hand down her
tight skirt, rubbing her pussy mound. "Ah-" she gasped
out loud. Her breath came out in gasps. She had never
known anything could feel so <i>good</i>. It was like
every wonderful feeling squeezed into one moment
around her fingers. Her legs tightened as her finger
swirled around her clit, the itch forgotten.

She heard a <b>zip</b>, then a sudden reduction of
pressure on her hips as her skirt fell in a pool at
her feet. She whirled around, seeing Steve there,
smiling at her as one hand was tucked into her blouse,
the other stuck down her white panties. He glanced at
her white garter belt that was holding up her white
nylons, looking satisfied. She spared a glance at his
crotch, her shocked eyes noticing the enormous bulge
there.

"It looked like you needed some help," he said. Ariana
quickly removed her hands from her body, wiping her
wet finger on her panties as she bent down to get her
skirt.

"I- I'm sorry," she said. <i>I could get fired for
this</i>, the thought to herself. "I- I had this
terrible itch, and-" The itch returned to her tits and
pussy, a fire that seemed like would tear her flesh
off. Her hands returned to her breasts as she crossed
her legs, rubbing her thighs together. "I- I can't
stop myself, it itches so - bad!" She gasped again as
the pleasure returned. The second she removed her
hands, the itch was overpowering, like a fire on her
skin, the pleasure better than any drug she had heard
of.

"It's all right," Steve said. His hand shot out,
gripping her cunt with one strong hand. The itch
melted like a snowflake, replaced with that perfect
pleasure. Ariana's eyes rolled back in her sockets,
her crotch pressing down as his finger stroked her.

Her eyes flicked back open as his finger slipped into
the crotch of her panties, his thick finger moving
itself between her nether lips to wet itself in her
flowing juices. "Huh-?" She started. Then the itch
returned to her breasts.

Ariana's hands came up without thinking, gripping her
large tits. Her fingers moved over her nipples, the
points nearly tearing through her bra and blouse.

"Let me help you out there," Steve said. Ariana
couldn't believe this was happening to her. His finger
started slithering its way into her pussy, the
thickness prying apart her virgin walls. She had
masturbated before, her own slim fingers feeling so
large in her tiny hole. Now her unused sex was being
stretched for the first time.

She felt her hips bounce a little as her traitorous
body tried to fit more of his finger inside. She shook
her head, her hair blowing across her face. What was
happening to her? Her hands were rubbing her breasts
in front of a good looking teenager who's finger was
sliding further into her vagina.

His other hand reached forward towards her blouse.
"Nah-" She gulped, trying to clear her thoughts. Her
hips were swaying back and forth, moving in time with
his finger sawing in and out of her, reaching a little
deeper into her each time. "Steve-"

His finger sped up, twitching inside her pussy. Her
next words were nothing more than a hiss as she felt
the beginning of orgasm start. "No-no-" she stuttered,
licking her dry lips. His free hand reached the
buttons on her blouse, unbuttoning them one by one.
She wanted to stop him, but the moment she lifted her
fingers the itch came. She alternated between fear and
pleasure and frustration, smelling her arousal as her
blouse opened a little further, heat spreading from
her breasts and pussy until it felt that the two
feelings would collide.

Steve's finger slid a little further inside - and
bumped against her hymen. "Ow," she muttered. The pain
cleared her head, her hips stopping their movement.
Her blouse was completely undone, the swells of her
bra-clad breasts pushing it from the center.

His eyes looked into hers with some surprise. "Another
one?" he muttered. His finger grazed forward, testing
the membrane. "You're a virgin?"

Ariana stared back at him. "Yes," she said. This was
ridiculous - a teen with his finger jabbed up her
pussy, asking if she was a virgin. "I- I'm saving it
for marriage, my fiance-"

"Oh." He seemed to consider that for a moment. Then he
looked down at her breasts, his tongue snaking out to
touch his lips. He considered the front clasp on her
bra, then looked back up at her. He seemed to be
struggling with something.

Her legs twitched, which made the finger move again
within her. "Aha-" Her lips parted as the air rushed
out, every movement setting her on the edge. Steve's
eyes flicked back to hers, his green and her blue
nearly setting sparks.

He curved his palm, grinding the heel of his hand into
her engorged clit. Using her pussy as an anchor, he
pulled her forward. Heels clicking on the tiles,
Ariana felt her legs jerk as she was guided to the low
observation table. "No - Steve, let me go, please." He
pushed her backwards. Paper crinkled on the back of
her knees, the same sound she had heard hundreds of
time as patients sat on this same low bench.

Steve's finger worked back and forth, bumping against
her hymen each time. She was certain it was going to
split under the assault. "Ah-hmph" Her thighs
twitched, squeezing and releasing his hand. She was
barely humping his hand, unable to control her pelvis.

The itch returned to her breasts. Her fingers went
back to touching her breasts, so swollen they were
threatening to pop out of her lacy bra. Steve reached
up his free hand, struggling for half a second with
the clasp.

Then her hands were touching her breasts directly as
the cups fell away. A hot flush grew from her chest as
Steve gazed at her, his eyes drinking in the pink
areoles.

He leaned forward, moving his lips to hers. She turned
her head, his soft lips tracing the line of her jaw.
"We - we have to stop," Ariana moaned, her voice
husky, the words coming between intakes. She felt like
she was on the edge of a giant orgasm, every touch
from her cool hands on her hot breasts, every time his
rough palm rubbed against her swollen clit, his finger
stroking inside of her, sent her closer to that edge,
her body tensing for the release it needed. "Your age
- my boyfriend-"

"I'm sorry," he murmured against her ear, his hot
tongue licking her earlobe. "But you have such a
tight, sweet pussy-" He swirled his finger around in
her, his thumb circling her clit. Her hips jerked in
response, nearly sending her maidenhead crashing her
his finger. "And I have something that needs to
stretch it out."

She heard the rasp of a zipper. She looked down,
watching his pants fall to his ankles, his blue boxer
shorts tented towards her. He pulled his boxers
forward, his penis springing up to slap gainst his
stomach. The large organ throbbed, the head leaking
fluid as it winked at her. It was thick, the veins
pulsating along the length.

His finger left her cunt in a rush. A second later,
her panties were ripped from her. Cool air wafted over
her exposed pussy. She looked down, seeing his cock
just an inch away from her sex. Her blonde hairs were
trimmed, nearly forming a runway to guide the swollen
cock.

He leaned forward, bending down to capture her left
nipple between his teeth. Ariana felt her back arch,
thrusting her breast into between his lips. He sucked
and nipped at it, the blood engorged mammary sending
sparks to her pussy. Through the haze his hair caused,
she could see his penis inch closer to her.

His lips caught her other breast, and at the same time
his cock nestled against her slit. There was a moment
of pressure, then his dick slipped up, the underside
rubbing against her clit, her navel below the head.

Steve sucked at her neck. He must have unbuttoned his
shirt, because now his chest rubbed against her
breasts, his hairless skin warm on hers. He moved his
chest up and down, bending her nipples with delicious
friction.

His lips came up to hers. She wanted to push him away,
brought her hands to his shoulders to do it - but held
them, squeezing them with her fingernails as his cock
rubbed up and down against her. Her lips pressed back,
her throat vibrating as her voice sought to escape.
Her thighs pressed around his, her inner thigh and
white nylons stroking him. Her heels rested against
the back of his knees. Her mouth opened, feeling his
strong tongue as her feet pressed against his knees,
pressing his cock harder against her.

The itch. It returned, gentle, but this time located
at her the mouth of her vagina. Steve broke their
kiss, gripping her hips with his fingers. "Watch," he
said.

She could do nothing but watch. The head pressed
against her entrance, soothing the itch as it moved
back and forth, not quite entering her. The itch
seemed to move, fleeing up into her. Without thinking
she rolled her hips forward.

The elastic ring of her cunt held, then released to
let the head in. Ariana's thighs clenched at Steve's
as she felt the pleasure swell. Sweat broke out,
beading on her breasts. She was still a virgin - she
still had her virginity.

But the itch kept traveling up. Steve didn't move his
hips, watching as she squeezed her legs around him,
pushing her slit further against him. She would stop
at every centimeter, her voice nearly breaking as she
gasped. She knew the risks - her cycle was so close to
the danger point, the tool inching closer to her
treasured virginity.

The itch kept moving her upwards, the pleasure
threatening to destroy her. Steve kept nuzzling her
neck, his hands stroking her breasts as she jabbed her
cunt at him. Her pussy was slowly devouring his cock,
drool slipping down his shaft.

Then he bumped into he hymen. The itch lay just beyond
it, teasing her. She slid her hips back, rocking back
and forth, moving him those few inches inside of her.
Maybe just this would work. She could get off with him
like this, her clit rolling up and down the shaft. The
itch grew stronger as she gently bumped his cock
against her maidenhead. Just a little bit longer, and
she would come. Her body rose up, jabbing at his cock.
The barrier held. His hands caressed her ass, lips
nipping her neck. <i>Just a few more strokes</i>, she
thought. A little bit longer and she would have her
orgasm. She gripped his ass, jabbing her pelvis into
his cock. The blunt edge mashed against her virginity.
She panted, her chest heaving. Steve kissed her,
tongue completing what their bodies were attempting.
Her legs wrapped around him, tensing as she pulled at
his ass, slamming her pussy towards him. Once - twice-

The barrier suddenly tore, his cock head ripping the
fabric apart. Her thighs clenched in pain, then
released as the sudden pleasure released them. Was she
sliding his cock into her to get the itch that kept
moving further inside, or for the powerful pleasure
that kept her moving the shaft back and forth?

She no longer cared. It all felt good - good to lose
her virginity, good to feel his warm skin against
hers, just <i>good</i>. They kissed, legs squeezing
and pumping. The itch was lost at some point - when
she wasn't sure. All she could do is keep pumping her
slit up against his cock, feel it fill her over and
over again.

His jabs became more urgent, and she felt his penis
start to swell. "Ah-Ah-Ah-AAAAHHH!" He shoved it
against her womb, the head feeling like it would pop
through her head. Heat exploded in her center, and it
carried her off with it into an orgasm more powerful
than she could have believed. He pulled back, snorting
air through his nostrils as he pushed back, firing
another spray into her. She kept trembling, kept
cuming, her voice a broken series of moans as he fired
again and again inside of her, the pleasure spiraling
out of control-

With one last cry, Ariana passed out, passing into
from nirvana into blackness.

Steve fell forward, cushioned by her breasts. He
gulped air, his heart thundering against his chest.
"Huh-" he panted as he pulled back, his arms rubbery
on the low table.

Ariana's eyes were closed, her head rolled back. For a
moment, fear clenched at his chest. <i>Oh, God, I
killed her.</i>

His cock deflated in a microsecond, slipping from her
body as he brought one hand to her neck. Her pulse was
strong and steady, and he could hear her breathing.

Steve put one hand to his sweat slicked forehead. She
was a mess. The top of her nylons were stained with
her juices and his cum, the latter liquid slowly
oozing from her raw pussy. Her blouse was wrinkled
around her arms and shoulders, her breasts still
holding up against gravity. Her hair was mussed and
all over the bench.

"What have I done?" He asked himself. He put his hand
over his face, feeling a flow of tears. He had raped
her. She might have given into it, but she didn't want
this to happen. What about her fiance - what if she
got pregnant, and he destroyed her life?

Steve dressed, leaving a note behind for the sleeping
angel. "Ariana - Sorry about what happened. Steve." He
couldn't think of anything else to say that would
explain or forgive him for what he had done.

He left the note on her skirt, looking back at her.
The site of her nakedness, still shining from their
sweaty efforts, should have made any teenager hard
again. All Steve felt was guilt and shame as he fled
the office, heading for home.


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