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Teen Sex (mf rape)
by Johnny D. (johnnyD@cryogen.com)
1997 

*******

This is not spam.  This is not an advert.  This is not trying to sell
you phone sex (all the numbers are false).  This is not trying to
entice you to a Web site.  This is not an attempt to get into your
wallet.

This is not a story for people who are underage, or for people who
have difficulty telling the difference between fantasy and reality.
If you fall into either group, please don't read on.

I anticipate being flamed by all the perverts on the net for peddling
a "pornography turns you into a rapist" message - *please* go back and
read the story again before you do.  That is *not* the message.

*********

Paul's modem buzzed in the corner, its harsh tones smothering the soft
sound of hand on penis as Netscape's newsreader downloaded the next
article.  Slowly, the picture slid downwards on the screen; blonde
hair.  Blue eyes.  Luscious red lips.  Below, an umblemished neck
leading to shoulders held broad, unashamedly showing off her more than
ample breasts.  Paul stroked his cock as he gazed upon her, taking in
all the details.  The suggestive glint in the eye, the slightly parted
lips.  And, of course, the breasts; somewhat buoyant yet slightly
under the power of gravity.  He peered critically at the flesh along
her rib-cage, and then at her thorax.

Too old?

Too old.

He clicked on the next article and the blond disappeared beneath an
avalanche of grey pixels.  A new picture started to form; a tanned
woman, somewhere in her twenties, with dark hair neatly framing a
round face.  Her breasts were modest, her nipples little more than a
raising of flesh.

An oriental.  Orientals didn't do much for Paul, so he called up the
following article.

This one was much more to his taste; a young woman with hair on the
verge between red and auburn, her eyes sparkling, her face graced with
a wide smile.  Her hands up behind her head, thrusting forward the
substantial breasts that hung on her chest.  This picture was
fuller-length, short-clipped pubic hair clearly visible even though
the bulk of her equipment was out of sight.

'Yeeesssssss, much better.  Come on, baby, you need it bad and I got
just the cock to do you with.  I'll do you really hard, just the way
you like it.  But first, baby, just take those tits and wrap them
around my meat.  Ooaaaahhh, yes.  That's right; squeeze my cock
between your titties and suck on the head like that oh YEAH!'

Paul's masturbations increased, his fist pumping rhythmically up and
down and his fingers running over his lower head in circular motions.
He felt his cock grow to it's full seven inches and strain upwards,
almost as if it wanted to be free of his skin altogether.

He groaned but managed to free a hand from his genitals to call up the
next picture.

The image was of a nubile girl, her hair bleached somewhere between
red and golden, her face relaxed and eyes closed in gentle
concentration as she used her hands to push together her
near-spherical breasts.  She lay on a bed, her legs slightly parted,
the lips of her shaved pussy clearly displayed.

Paul peered closer, his hands working so fast he risked damaging his
wrist.  He could see how her titty-flesh bucked to accomodate her
fingers, how her nipples almost but not quite touched.  Her stomach
was flat, her legs shapely and made to be wrapped around a man, whilst
her cunt just begged to be penetrated.

'That's right, beg me for it.  Beg me.  More.  You want this, you
bitch, you really want my meaty COCK up you don't you.  You whore.
You fuck-machine.  I'm gonna FUCK you so hard my cum is gonna boil
outta your ears.  Get ready, whore, cause my COCK is goin inta you
NOW.  Oh yes!'

Paul could feel the cum starting to froth up from his balls now, urged
on by the continual ministrations of his hand.  It was with trembling
fingers that he called up the next article...

It was a text message, only a few lines long.  Paul read it quickly:

   From: suzy@fill.my.holes.com Subject: I WANNA FUCK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

   Hi, my name is Suzy and my boyfriends only got a teeny four-inch
weeny so I need real men to keep me happy.  Please call
1-800-FUCKMENOW and satisfy me!

Phone sex.  Paul had tried that once; he got some dame with a cold
croaking about lingerie, and that was a real turn-off.  And now, when
he was so close, to have that memory thrust to the forefront of his
mind was an equal turn-off.  He felt is cock relax in his hand, his
sperm settle back into its placid state.

Sigh.  Next Article.

It was an image, but apallingly bad quality; grainy and blocky.  It
took Paul a few moments to work out that it was two women sixty-nining
on a couch, but even then he wasn't totally sure.

He was sure his cock had shrunk by at least half an inch now.  He
turned to the next article in a hurry.

Another text message; he almost skipped past it, but for some reason
he skimmed through it.  That caught his interest, so he read it again,
more carefully...

   From: sexy.babe@teen.whores.sex Subject: HotTeenSex
 
   Want to see the best teen sex movies on your PC?  Come to
   Teen-Whores-R-Us at http://teen.whores.sex.  Only the best!
   No AVI or MPEG shit!  Free samples!

Teen sex movies?

Actual moving images of teens having sex?  Wow...  this Paul had to
see.  He clicked on the URL...

The page came up quickly, much to his surprise.  Text interlaced with
graphics.  A small nude tiled on the background.  Frames.  A menu.

'Ok, no, don't want to join.  Not interested in their CD-ROMS, or
their special offers.  Ah, free samples.

'No, I asked for free samples, not information on how to join.  Ah,
here's a likely-looking link at the bottom.

'No, I don't want to know how to join, I'm looking for the free
samples.  I don't fucking care if you can spread payments over a
four-month period - WHERE ARE THE FUCKING FREE SAMPLES?!???

'Behind this tiny link maybe - ah, yes.  Three samples.  Let's start
with the first.

'No, I want to watch it, not download it.  Cancel that.  Hmmmm...  ah.
"These samples are stored in the high-compressed ZYX format.  Netscape
users can download a plugin to view them by clicking here."'

Paul quickly downloaded, unzipped and installed the plugin with no
trouble.  He clicked on the first sample and his modem buzzed into
life - and almost at once a sizable window appeared on the screen, and
within it images began to animate.  Great quality, downloading and
displaying in real time - Paul was amazed!

His penis was standing at full attention in anticipation of what he
was about to see.  It was not disappointed.

The scene within the window portrayed a teenager's bedroom, with a row
of cuddly toys on a shelf and a big broad Lion King duvet covering the
bed.  And sitting on the bed was a girl, surely barely more than
eighteen, with long brunette hair tied back in a pony tail, wearing a
plain t-shirt and denim shorts.

>From off-camera walked a boy of about nineteen, wearing jeans and a
>black
shirt.  Immediately the girl stood and they kissed open-mouthed, their
lips parting yet their tongues interplaying in a dance of simulated
love.  The girl lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and placing her
foreleg behind the boy.

Naturally, this stage lasted for only a few seconds before their
embrace broke.  The girl sat back on the bed, raising her arms to
allow the boy to pull off her t-shirt.  Her substantial breasts
bounced into view.

'No bra.  Oh, what tits.  Oh wow...'

The boy was reaching down to manipulate these mammaries now, fondling
them quickly and roughly with exaggerated circular motions of his
hands.  While he did this her hands were busy at his belt.  Then his
jeans were down, his cock springing to attention.  The girl's lips
came forward to greet it, her tongue emerging from between her red
lips to caress it.

'OOooooh, yes please...'

The girl's lips drove onwards to engulf the boy's cock, fastening
around the base and then drawing slowly backwards.  Then forwards.
Backwards...  Forwards... Backwards... Forwards...

'Ooooooooh, this is great....'

Then the girl drew back from the boy's cock, pausing only to give it
one final lick.  The boy stepped out of his trousers and started to
pull off his shirt as the window zoomed in on the girl.  She was
unbuttoning her shorts.  Then she was easing them down her legs.
Beneath, she wore no panties.

Paul's hand quickened on his cock when he saw her hairless pussy lips.
This was wonderful, incredible, unlike anything he had ever seen.  As
far removed from his previous pervings over mere static images as
Windows was from DOS.

On the screen now the boy was lying naked on the bed, his erect cock
clearly standing at 90 degrees with the viewpoint between his feet.
The girl, now also naked, was kneeling over the boy's cock.  Slowly,
gently, she began to lower herself downwards.  The tip of his cock
touched her lower lips.

'Ooooh, yes.' thought Paul, feeling his cum prepare for expulsion as
he kept up his frantic hand movements.  'Do her, fuck her hard, fill
her cunt with your spurted cum!'

The girl continued to lower her pussy; slowly impaling herself upon
the boy's vertical pole.  When she was fully impaled, she started to
lift herself a little, then dropped herself back entirely onto the
cock.  Up...  Down...  Picking up speed...  Up... Down... Up.. Down..
Up Down Up Down Up Down

'OOooooooooooooooh!'

As the boy and the girl gyrated at an increasingly rapid pace, Paul
threw his gaze to the heavens and felt his cum flood up his penis.


BANG!


He didn't ejaculate; his modem exploded.

"NOOOooooooooo!" screamed Paul, as he felt his penis abort its
long-awaited ejaculation.


Knock-knock.  "Paul?  Are you ok?" shouted Wendy, leaning close to her
brother's door.  She knew better than to enter, but was concerned
about the loud noises she had heard.

After a few moments, he opened the door and poked his head out.  He
looked a little haggard, but his eyes were open wide.  Almost too
wide...  "Yeah, I'm ok.  " he said.

"I heard noises..."

"Yeah, my modem exploded.  It's ok, it didn't catch fire."  Paul
started at his sister pointedly.  "Was there anything else?"

"Oh, erhh-no, sorry.  Byebye." said Wendy quickly, before she turned
and made for the stairs.


Paul watched his sister walk away, noticing for the first time that
she was wearing her old denim shorts and a plain t-shirt.  Her dark
hair, which was usually braided, hung over her shoulder in a simple
pony tail.  She obviously wasn't going anywhere special.

She was wearing the same clothes as the woman in that movie...

In fact, they didn't look all that dissimilar.  They obviously weren't
the same person, of course, but there was a certain resemblance...
The implications hit Paul like a thunderbolt.

His sister, his twin sister, was a woman now.

Just like the women he had been looking at earlier.

His cock stormed to another erection as blood flooded it and Paul
darted for Wendy.


He reached her before she reached the stairs, crushing her face-first
against a wall with his bulk.  He kissed her ear, nuzzling at it from
behind.

Wendy screamed.

Paul pushed his hands around her, ripped open the buttons of her
pants, and pulled them down.  She wore no panties.  He unzipped his
flies and freed his penis, which jumped up wildly.  He pushed it
forwards and felt it touch his sister's lower lips.

'Oooouuuuuaaahhh!' he thought 'Oh, YEAH, I feel like I'm gonna cum
right now!'

He prepared for another thrust, to penetrate his first pussy-

But Wendy had managed to free an arm and swung her elbow at him.  She
caught her brother in the middrift; he fell away from her, winded.
She pulled her pants from around her ankles and fled sobbing down the
stairs.

Paul struggled to recover his breath.  His sister...  fled...
sobbing?  Oh Lord, what had he done?  What HAD he DONE!

He ran after her, calling her name: "Wendy!  Wendy!  Wait, please
wait, I'm sorry!"

But he was too late.  The front door flapped open, and when he looked
out Wendy was nowhere to be seen.

However, another girl was.  He recognised her only vaguely; she had
lovely long locks of golden-blonde hair, with breasts clearly defined
through her t-shirt.  The jeans that encased her legs looked SO tight.

His still-unsatisfied cock throbbed back to life at the very sight.

Paul watched as she turned from her path along this road and began to
walk down an alley that ran beside his house.

'Nobody much uses that alley...' he thought.  Then he ran after her.


She started to run as she heard him race up behind her, but it was too
late by then.  Far too late.  With momentum on his side Paul threw
them both to the ground.

She tried to speak, but Paul covered her mouth and whispered: "Stay
quiet and you won't get hurt, you bitch."  Then he flipped her over,
sat astride her chest, unzipped his pants and forced his yearning cock
between her lips.

'Ooooohhh, yessss....' he groaned as his cockhead slipped into her
resisting mouth.  At first he contented himself with stimulating his
glans against her lipstick-laden lips, but then he thrust deeper,
navigating her teeth and pushing on and on until his cock banged into
the back of her throat.  The girl gagged.

Paul felt as though his cock was about to burst his skin; so tense it
was almost painful yet excruciatingly pleasurable...  a world better
than his bedroom masturbations.  He picked up his pace, really fucking
the girl's gob now, and began to murmur to her.  "Ohhh, you whore, you
lovely fuck whore, you...  you fuck machine, you.  My cock is gonna
explode any minute; YOU'RE gonna make my cock EXPLODE its cum into
YOUR mouth.  You-"

Just a minute.

He had a whole woman's body open to him, and he was just gonna fuck
her MOUTH?

No way.

He pulled out quickly; his straining cock was moist with her saliva
and his own pre-cum.  He could really feel it protest at being denied
release yet again.

But it wouldn't be long now.

The girl's jeans were very tight, and he quickly found that this was a
problem.  Using one hand to hold her in place, he had to settle for
easing them down a few inches at a time before he could finally pull
them off.  Underneath she had worn panties, but in his frantic state
he tore these off with barely a thought.

He dimly noticed that her genitals were lightly furred before kicking
her legs open, positioning his cock at her dry opening, and thrusting
within.

"Urrrghhh!"  He penetrated a woman for the first time.  Her dryness
made it a little painful for his engorged cock but in his extreme
state of stimulation sensations of pain and pleasure weren't all that
different.  He unexpectedly felt his cock come into contact with a
wall of flesh.  Surely this wasn't the limits of a female vagina?  No,
he realised with a start, this girl was a virgin.  He thrust again,
harder, and tore through the girl's hymem.  She was screaming again
now, almost continually.

But Paul took no notice, and began to piston his fuck-pole in and out
of the girl's violated orifice.  Faster and faster.  Deeper and
deeper.  "Oh yes, you fucking fucking fuck-machine, you're so tight."
he groaned.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck, do you need a good hard fucking!
Urrrhh!  Urrhh!  Uuuurrrrrrrhhh!"

Barely had his number of strokes reached double figures when he felt
his cock finally start to expel his thick jism.  At last.  But this
time not over his hand; this time into the cunt of a beautiful young
woman.

He felt spurt after spurt of his love cream shoot into her; it was as
if floodgates had opened within him.  It was quite unlike the two or
three squirts he would generate with his hands and his images - he had
never known that he could produce so much.  By the time the flow had
finally stemmed and his exhausted cock had softened he was sure he
must have generated a half pint of cum.


Paul stood up, the after-glow of his long-awaited orgasm still
surrounding him, making every movement feel cushioned, all soft and
fluffy.  He pulled up his pants, zipping the zipper over his
no-longer-virgin cock, and smiled a smile of satisfaction.

He looked down, and saw the girl lying there, bruised and sobbing,
begging him not to hurt her, a red-white fluid dripping from her
strained cunt.

Paul's after-glow dissipated.  "Oh My God." he whispered, his face
pale.  "What have I DONE?"

