Author: Hazard
Title: Teased Then Exploited
Keywords: Mf, rape, Big Tits, Rough Sex, First Person
Summary: Karly has a crap time at a party and seeks comfort from a seemingly nice guy ... who turns out to be a complete bastard.
                                   
			        *[Teased Then Exploited]*
			        					
                                   11th December 2004				

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Most of the stories I write are from the perspective of the male character or are third
person. This one is one of my experimental ones, from the female character perspective … 
but from a male perspective. Does that make sense? Who cares? Basically, I’ve climbed 
inside the mind of my victim, which I find just as erotic as the mind of the attacker. 
Read on and see if you enjoy it. The content of this story is purely for adults … adults 
that aren’t offended by non-consensual sex … adult with an open mind (and preferably a 
fascination with big tits).
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My name is Karly, and the party was a little pathetic. It was a private end of school do 
at Kelly Richards house, and it was a bit of a poor turn out. I didn’t really know many 
of these people but my friend Sarah said she’d be there, and this was going to be a 
wicked night. To me, it looked like no more than 20 people getting pissed to crap music. 
I spent a few minutes looking for Sarah, but she was no where to be seen. Instead I said
 hello to the people I knew from school – I say knew, but really I just recognised them.
 They were here with their friends, and I wasn’t really one of them, so I hung about, 
pretty much on my own, trying to mingle, and basically looked out of place. 

I stepped into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and took a seat on the edge of 
the bath tub, just gathering my thoughts for a bit. I hoped to hear the doorbell ring and 
then hear the voice of Sarah as she was greeted, but no such luck. Instead, all I heard 
was the sound of people outside the bathroom door, impatient to relieve themselves. If 
she didn’t turn up, I would be screwed until midnight when my dad was going to pick me 
up. I looked at my watch …. 7:32pm. This could be tedious. I’d better get tanked.

Standing up, I stood in front of the full length mirror to make sure I was looking ok.
 Fashionable casual I’d gone for. My blue jeans hugged my curvaceous ass, hips and thighs
 perfectly. My tight short cut t-shirt, showing off my slim waist, hugged my ample 38Es,
 straining a little under the pressure. It was always tough to buy clothes that fitted 
the figure of my slim torso, but handled my not so small breasts. And they certainly 
weren’t small …

The thing is, I’m only 16, but I’m not naïve. I know guys like a good rack, so from that
 perspective they’re an asset, but some of the looks you get could kill. Not only from 
guys, although dirty old men are disgusting, but also from girls. Some even laugh at you
. I don’t know if it’s jealousy or what, but it fucks your confidence sideways, and 
sometimes it makes you wish you weren’t so big. Not to mention that sports is difficult,
 and bras just dig into your shoulders 24 hours a day. So I’m really self conscious 
about my breasts when I’m around girls, and at that time, I regretted wearing that t-shirt.

Leaving the bathroom I was standing right in front of Kelly.

“Hey, you haven’t seen Sarah, have you?” I asked. I was about as kind and friendly as I
 could be, but she couldn’t even crack a smile. She looked at me with a look of 
indifference as she swigged on a bottle of something. I paused, waiting for a response,
 then noticed her, and her two friends that were standing beside her, weren’t going to 
say anything.

“I’ll ….. take that as a no then.”. Sheepishly I turned, biting my lip once my back was 
to them and walking slowly away.

“Yes, that’s a no.” Kelly replied in a very sarcastic tone. I turned back round to face
 her and saw her standing, hands on hip. I smiled as best I could, to try not to rattle
 her. I caught her looking at my tits, before smirking.

“Run along!” she said, pointing with her finger and pouting. 

I turned and walked slowly into the lounge, cringing at my encounter with Kelly. I stood
there, watching some piss heads play drinking games. 

“Great … I’ve pissed off the hostess of the party … and I bet it’s to do with her chest 
being about as curvaceous as a piece of tracing paper. Bitch!” I mumbled to myself. I 
grabbed an empty wine glass from the cabinet on the side and poured myself a glass of 
red from an open bottle. I looked at the label. 
“Ooo … expensive.” I said to myself sarcastically. “Careful you don’t break the bank!”

I looked over my shoulder to see if any of the other people were watching. They were all
 too engrossed in whatever it was they were playing. I was just feeling like shit now.
 When Kelly and her two stooges can back into the room, looked me up and down and then
 just walked over to the others, I really felt bad. What the fuck am I doing here? 
Sarah, you are a bitch to leave me in this situation.

I sauntered out of the lounge, passed a few people in the hall and then made a move for
 the stairs. I could probably chill up there, collect myself and wait for my dad. So I
 slinked up the stairs, and was pleased to find it quiet. The hall light was on, but 
apart from that, it seemed empty. I wondered along slowly, looking into the rooms until
 I found what must’ve been the spare room. Drab, boring, a made bed, clean but neglected,
 crap dated ornaments … definitely a spare room. I went in, closed the door, left the 
light off, and sat on the bed. The moonlight through the window was bright, so I could 
see the room, albeit not too clearly. 

Thinking can be a dangerous thing, and after a few minutes I was in tears. 
“Stupid weak bitch”, I thought. “Crying over that stupid Kelly slag downstairs … she’s 
not worth any of this crap. I am who I am. There’s nothing wrong with my body. If people 
want to tease me because they’re jealous, that’s fine”. But inside I was convinced my 
figure was obscene and that I was a bit of a freak. Really, it wasn’t. I have very big
 breasts, and they look big, but not obscene. They’re just really prominent. 

I continued to sob for a few minutes, but all of a sudden the door to the room opened.
 I quickly wiped my eyes, sniffed and tried to hide the fact I’ve been crying before 
looking up at who had come in. It was some guy, and he had closed the door behind him. 

“You alright?” he asked in a very soft voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied. Sniffing once more and looking away. He moved straight 
towards me then parked himself on the bed next to me. I was sitting back against the 
wall. He just sat on the edge, and looked over his shoulder at me. I watched him 
inquisitively, noticing he was ok looking.

“Smoke?” he held out two cigarettes. “They’re Marlboro Shites, so they won’t kill you.”
 He grinned. I smiled, and reached forward, taking one of the cigarettes. I popped it 
in my mouth, and remained quiet. He leaned in, fired up his Zippo and lit the cigarette. 

“Thanks.” I said. He lit up his smoke, took a few drags then stood up and began looking
 around the room. I watched him closely as he selected an ugly looking vase and came 
back to the bed. He sat down on the edge then slid back until he was sitting to my 
right, his back against the wall also. He put the vase down between us, and tapped 
some ash from his cigarette into it.

“Sorted.” He said, taking another drag.

“Nice.” I said, somewhat sarcastically, knocking the ash from my cigarette into it. I 
gave him a smile, to let him know I was being playful. 

“So why the tears? Kelly giving you a hard time?” he asked.

“Uhh, sort of. I think I just overreact. I’m too easy to wind up.” I replied, coyly. 
“I’m too self conscious.”

“You?” he laughed a little and took a swing on a bottle of beer. “What have you got 
to be self conscious about? Yourself physically?” 

“Yeah. All girls are. It’s the law. Didn’t you know that?” I tapped some more ash off
 into the vase. He did the same.

“Now, this vase ….. that’s pretty fucking ugly. You, on the other hand, look pretty 
damn fine.” He said, nodding his head, taking a drag on his smoke, putting on the 
playful cool look. To be fair, it was quite amusing, even though he was probably coming
 on to me. At least he was being friendly. I just smiled, took another drag on my 
cigarette and took a swig from my wine.

It was probably only about 15 minutes later, but I was feeling much better. He was 
called Adam, he was funny, not bad looking and was dishing out cigarettes for free. 
I was starting to feel quite drunk, having had a few glasses before I’d come out, a 
bottle of Metz (a kind of alco-pop for those that don’t know) on the way, had finished 
my glass of red and was now drinking one of Adams bottles of beer. Who cares though? 
I was having fun, and wasn’t legless. I was just nicely merry. 

“Feeling better now?” he asked, stubbing his cigarette out on the vase, dropping the 
butt inside.

“Yep, much.” I said, smiling. “Thanks Adam.”

“No doubt miss Karly” he said grinning, lifting up his arm for a hug. I hesitated, 
but actually decided I could do with one. I leaned in to him, putting my shoulder 
under his arm, turning so my back was pressing into his side, my head resting on his 
shoulder and his arm was draped over my shoulder. He shifted a little, turning so he 
was facing my back, and let me lay back against his chest. It felt a little intimate, 
but it felt ok. Why not?

I shuffled round some more, so I was totally back onto him and was between his legs. 
He leaned back against the wall and I leaned back against his chest, my head resting 
just beneath his chin. His hands and arms snaked around my waist. It didn’t seem bad. 
This guy was looking out for me. Besides, I did like him a little. 

We carried on chatting for ages. I was getting sleepy, and found myself half dozing 
in his arms. The alcohol was definitely taking advantage of my resting state, and 
putting me into sleep mode. I felt a sensation on my cheek, then came back to reality 
when I realised he was kissing my cheek. It felt good. I turned my head to the right 
and he instantly connected with my lips. It felt right. Even though I’d only known 
him for less than an hour, he seemed genuine, sexy, and definitely quite mature. I 
continued to kiss him deeply.

After a moment or two, I noticed his hand was on my left breast. He was just cupping 
it through my t-shirt. I couldn’t decide if I minded or not, but the passion of the 
kiss increased as his fingers started to slowly and gently knead the flesh. “That’s 
ok”, I thought. Slowly his other hand selected my other breast and began to knead slowly
 and gently also. My hands instinctively went to his, just as some sort of natural 
safety reflex. Just to follow his movements. 

“Mmm .. you’ve got great tits” he said while partially breaking the kiss. His hands 
squeezed more firmly. His fingers kneaded deeper into my large breasts. 

“Easy tiger” I said, holding his hands a little tighter, making sure he didn’t get 
carried away. But it seemed like he was starting to, as his hands began to knead and 
massage the flesh of my tits firmly through my t-shirt. He mouth worked its way down
 my neck as I turned to face forward, looking at the hands squeezing my tits. 

“Ok Adam, back off a bit” I said, still a little playfully, my hands gripping his 
wrists, trying to pull his hands away. He released his right hand grip on my right 
breast, but instead reached to my crotch. For a second I was shocked, watching his 
hand grope at the crotch of my jeans, between my thighs. 

“Adam!” I shouted, struggling away. I pushed back against him, wrenching myself free, 
jumping off the bed and turning round to face him. “God, I said no, dick head!”

“Oh, but I want you baby. We click.” He said, his comic expression now seeming a 
little sinister. 

He leaned forward, grabbing me by the hand and tugging me back towards him. Catching 
me off balance, I collapsed onto him, and he quickly rolled himself on top of me, 
pressing me face down into the bed. 

“Don’t be a prick tease, Karly. You’re at a party. Show me some love.” He said, all the
 while slurping and sucking on my neck. One of his hands was pushing on the back of my
 head, pressing my face into the bed at an angle. I could breathe, but only just.

“Adam, please” I pleaded, my hands reaching behind me, grabbing his shirt at his waist.
 That’s about all I could do. I felt him reach under my belly and start to undo my 
jeans. I burrowed one of my hands underneath myself, fighting against mine and his 
weight, trying to get his hand. He had the button undone and was tugging down my jeans 
before I got anywhere near there. What’s worse is, as I tried to pull out my hand, 
I couldn’t. It was trapped.

“Just lie still Karly. You’re gonna fucking love it!” he said, his words coming from
 grit teeth, right next to my ear. My jeans and panties were down near my knees now.
 I shuddered at the feeling of his jeans rubbing against my naked ass. I shuddered more
 as his hand gripped my ass flesh for a moment, then unzipped his pants and pulled out 
his thick tool.

I felt the flesh of his cock pressing between my upper thighs. I reached back with my 
free hand and tried to find a way to protect myself, but all I could feel was the 
prodding of his cock head around my crotch. 

“Adam … adam .. please”, my voice now urgent, the effects of the alcohol a distant 
memory. 

“Don’t worry, my little big titted slut. It’ll all be over soon”. And with that, I felt 
his cock head push into my opening. My dry, virgin hole was tight and unaccommodating.
 As I started to moan in discomfort, both his hands went straight to my mouth. I used 
my free hand to try and pull them away, but suddenly felt a sharp, stinging fullness 
in my pussy. 

I shut my eyes, and winced at the pain. Tensing, I freed my other hand, and both hands
 gripped the bed sheets tightly. I heard Adam groan loudly into my ear, as he paused. 
All I could feel was his weight, pinning me down and a sharp full feeling in the depths
 of my pussy. I lay there, waiting for his next move, slowly growing accustomed to the
 sensation between my legs. 

SLAM! His hips came off my butt then rammed back against me, his thick tool drilling 
into the hilt. My eyes opened wide and I coughed out a winded scream that he 
successfully muffled with his hands. He kept hold of my mouth as he started up a brutal
 rhythm. His hips smacking into my bare ass flesh as his cock stabbed its way through 
my tight, virgin pussy. 

“Mmm … the tits. Lets feel those tits”. He whispered into my ear. Releasing my mouth, 
I felt his hands grab the sides of my t-shirt, tugging it up to my arm pits.

“No … no no no. Adam please. No. Stop. You don’t have to do this”  I said at a furious
 pleading pace. My words were lost on him. His hips were moving less violently now - 
pumping quickly with short strokes as he began fumbling with my bra. His hands burrowed 
under my chest, griped my bra cups and tugged them up under my chin.

“Oh, these fucking puppies” he said, his hands now seeking out my huge melons. I stared
 half into the bed and at the wall as I felt his fingers close around my breasts. They 
closed tightly and it hurt. He kept opening his fingers, trying to grab the whole of 
each breast in his grip, but they were too big. I gripped the bed post, feeling his 
hands closing around my soft sensitive breasts. When his grip was tight and painful, 
he pulled his cock out and slammed it back into my pussy again.

I closed my eyes and lay there, feeling hot fire between my legs, the crotch of his 
jeans rubbing against my soft ass, and fingers digging deeply into my huge soft breasts.
 I groaned loudly and I could here him snigger a little. This groan was pain though … 
not pleasure. I wish he knew that, but he probably did.

“I love these fucking big whore tits!” he exclaimed, his fingers clamping even tighter 
on the word ‘whore’. I grimaced as he started using my tits as handles to pull himself
 into me. His whole body started to slide up and down me. His clothes rubbing against 
me as his cock stretched my tight little pussy wide, ploughing right into the depths 
of my womanhood.

I lay there, holding on for dear life. Tears soaking the bed as I gripped the bars of 
the headboard with all my strength. The fingers at my tits mauled and groped the massive
 soft flesh, my back was burning with the friction of his clothes, my ass was red raw 
and my pussy was aching. I’m sure I could feel his cock swelling even bigger.

Suddenly, I felt him pull out and his hands left my tits. Moments later, he was off me 
and for the briefest of moments I lay there thinking perhaps it was all over.  It wasn’t,
 and soon I found myself being dragged to the end of the bed, flipped onto my back, 
and pulled round so my head was hanging over the side of the bed. I opened my eyes to 
see him kneeling on the ground, his cock pointing at my mouth.

“Suck it, whore! Suck it!” he commanded. I cringed, my face screwing up, my hands 
gripping the bed sheets in protest. I held the pose, clamping my lips closed. He tugged 
me a little further so my head was hanging down and my shoulders were right on the edge.
 I opened my eyes to see him standing, his legs straddling my head. I felt his hands 
grip my breasts.

“I’ll just have to fuck these monsters then, fuck whore.” He said, with a slight snigger.
 I didn’t really care. I looked up at his hanging ball sack and closed my eyes tight,
 disturbed by the fact that only an hour before, I’d never even contemplated this image. 

I felt his hands cruelly knead my tits, so I held the sheets tighter and just rode it 
out. I heard him spit, I felt wetness in my cleavage and then he leaned forwards against
 me. He tugged my tits upwards, the big fleshy forms moving easily up near my shoulders.
 I felt him close them around his shaft tighter and tighter and then he began to move
 them. His fingers dug into my tit flesh as I lay there, helplessly. He began pumping 
my breasts up and down the full length of his cock.

“FUCK! Look at these tits.” He released them, slapped them then grabbed them hard again.
 Soon he was jacking them up and down his cock frantically, every now and then pausing,
 spitting and then resuming. “Oh these fucking great big tits!” he moaned again, his 
hips pumping, slapping into my shoulders as he fucked my tits.

My cleavage was on fire and my big round breasts felt mauled and painful. I just lay 
there, taking it until I felt his hands grip even harder. He jacked my tits up and down 
his cock frantically. It almost felt like they’d be ripped off as he start to groan 
loudly, squeeze tighter, fucking harder. He bashed his hips into my tits over and over 
again, the bed shaking, my tits burning with fire.

“FUCKING YES. Ohhhhhhhhh, you big titted fuck meat whore!” he groan in a low deep voice
 as I felt his hands clamp my tits tightly, and hot liquid squirt into my cleavage. I
 held on tightly, keeping my eyes shut until he moved back. One hand still squeezing 
and kneading my raw tit as the liquid began squirting onto my face. I knew it was cum.
 I couldn’t believe Adam was squirting jizz onto my face, and still hurting my tit at
 the same time.

I lay there, eyes still closed, exhausted and in pain as I heard him back away. I curled
 into a ball slowly, keeping my eyes closed not opening them until I heard the door open, 
and then close behind him. I looked down at my red sore tits, cum oozing down my 
cleavage. I wiped my face on the pillow and slowly sat up. 

I jumped as he came back in. He looked at me for a second, picked up his pack of smokes 
and grabbed his lighter. He was about to leave, but paused, took out a cigarette, put it
 in my mouth and lit it. I didn’t stop him. He winked, and I looked away. He stepped 
out of the room and closed the door.

I pulled my bra cups and t-shirt back down over my sore tits, wincing at the discomfort 
then slowly pulled up my jeans. “I think I’ll walk home … now”, I thought to myself. 
After all, what’s the worse that could happen? 

