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The Freaks and Jocks (Complete)
by Kristen 8/97
***
This is a story about teenagers and high school, and
the things that happen when "freaks" mess with "jocks"
and the new girl who gets into the middle of it all.
-= Chapter 1 =-
It was Robyn Berry's first day at Mountain View High
School. Her father's company had transferred her family
to Denver, Colorado, during the summer, and Robyn
hadn't yet had a chance to meet any of the other
juniors in her class.
She felt a little nervous walking around campus, not
knowing anyone; being a stranger was an unpleasant
change from her old school where she'd be the popular
one.
That first day dragged on until the final bell rang,
when all the kids hit the doors in a torrent of noise,
running and yelling as they left the school day behind
them. Robyn had been a little surprised at the casual
attitudes and unruly behavior that she'd come across
during that first day at her new school.
Having spent the first two years of high school at St.
Mary's Catholic School in Freeport, New York, she was
used to much closer supervision during school hours.
She'd seen boys kissing girls in the halls, and several
couples had been embarrassingly intimate with each
other right there in front of everybody.
Robyn wasn't sure if she was going to fit in; so many
things made her feel uncomfortable.
As she walked toward the parking lot, thinking these
thoughts, she was startled by a loud noise behind her.
She spun around, her heart pounding, and saw two boys
running toward her as if wild dogs were after them.
One boy grabbed her arm and, breathing heavily,
whispered urgently: "Pretend we've been walking
together!"
He pulled off his jacket and shoved it under her arm.
Then, without another word, and firmly holding on to
her arm, he started to leave the campus grounds.
Meanwhile the boy with him had done the same thing with
another girl, a few feet away.
Suddenly a school security guard came running around
the corner of the building, yelling: "Anyone see two
boys running past here?" He looked directly at Robyn
and the boy with her, then at the other boy and girl.
Robyn's companion said: "Yeah, two guys jumped that
fence just before you came round the corner; they were
really going fast. What did you want them for?"
The guard mumbled something about vandalism, and
stalked off.
Robyn had been in a mild state of shock, standing there
with her knees trembling, not knowing what to do or
say. She knew that if the man had asked her any
questions, she wouldn't have been able to utter a word.
When he had gone back into the school, however, she
started to get mad.
How dare this boy use her like that! How dare he! She
shook her arm free and turned to face him. "You're one
of those vandals he was talking about, aren't you?"
As she spoke, she noticed for the first time what he
looked like; she had been too frightened before. He was
several inches taller than she was - probably 5'7" or
8" - and really very handsome. He had black hair, in a
kind of Elvis-Presley-unkempt style, and very dark
brown eyes. She also noticed his lips, liking the way
they curled at the edges.
But his looks didn't change a thing, as far as his
actions in involving her in his little prank were
concerned. "Do you always go around grabbing strange
girls, and involving them in your problems?"
She shot him a withering stare. "Not very manly to hide
behind a woman, is it?"
He just stood there, quietly looking at her. All at
once his eyes lit up, and his face broke into an
attractive smile. He held his hand out as if to shake
hands and said, "Pardon me, beautiful. If I'd realized
it was you, I'd have done anything to keep you out of
it, honest.
"I'm Max, and that scruffy-looking dude over there is
Jerry. We got into a little trouble back there, but it
wasn't our fault. I get in trouble all the time because
I say it like it is, and the football team doesn't like
me for it."
Feeling somewhat little less miffed now, Robyn asked:
"What do you mean, 'telling it like it is'?"
The other boy and girl had come over to them by now and
stood waiting for Max to answer. He said: "You can call
me a smart-ass, I guess. I'm always pointing out the
obvious, like what a bunch of losers the football
players at this school are. For some reason they seem
to take offense at that." He flashed that smile again.
Now he introduced Jerry's girlfriend, whose name was
Kelly, and invited Robyn to the Phoenix, a cafe where,
apparently, all the kids hung out after school.
Robyn, though, had had as many new experiences she
could take in one day, and excused herself.
Max refused to let her walk home alone, so eventually
she let him walk by her side all the way to her house.
***
That night at dinner Robyn got the third degree. Her
parents were conscientious about their only child, and
wanted to make sure she was both safe and happy. In
short, they wanted to know everything that went on in
her young life.
"Robyn, how were things at school today?" her father
asked, serving himself a portion of casserole.
Robyn didn't want to complain about the school, and
couldn't tell her parents about how she really felt,
because she really didn't want to be sent to another
Catholic School. She'd insisted on being allowed to
attend a public school, and if now she made the smal-
lest complaint, or admitted how confused she was
feeling, they'd probably transfer her to a private
school.
She smiled at her father. "Things were fine today,
dad. I figured out how things work, and feel pretty
good about the place."
Her mother just looked at her without saying a word.
Her father said: "Well, you know, if things don't
work out you can always enroll at St. Bartholomew's.
I hear their academic record is unparalleled in both
mathematics and English literature, and you know how
much you like those subjects."
"Yes, daddy, but things are working out just fine at
Mountain View." She hoped she sounded confident.
After dinner, Robyn helped her mother clear the table.
As they were loading the dishwasher her mother said:
"Robyn, you know that we love you, and that we're
proud of you. You've always been such a good girl,
and you're so smart. We're trusting you to make the
right decisions." Having spoken her mind, she wiped
her hands on the kitchen towel and turned to leave.
Robyn wasn't sure what her mother was trying to tell
her, so she asked what she had meant by trusting her
to make the right decisions.
Her mother looked a little embarrassed, and said,
with a slight nervous stutter: "Baby, it's just that
you've always lived in a protected environment, and
now that you're in a public school, in a strange
city... well, I guess I worry about you." She sighed,
then concluded: "I just hope you don't get hurt by
anyone, and that you meet nice people, that's all."
Robyn looked at the worry-lines etched on her mother's
pretty face, and hugged her, reassuring her that she
could take care of herself.
***
That night she couldn't sleep. She was nervous about
school, and about Max, and Jerry, and Kelly, and the
events of the day. Deep down inside she felt scared;
so many things were different. But she also felt
excited.
She had really liked Max; he was so smooth (a term
she and her girlfriends used for boys that looked
dreamy). Fantasies involving a silver-clad knight on
a white horse began their familiar swirl through her
thoughts.
As she thought about Max, and what he'd be like as a
boy friend, Robyn began to brush her nipples with her
fingers, soon making them erect. The fantasy was her
favorite, and Max fit the bill perfectly.
Although she'd never consider sleeping with him,
Robyn did have a healthy teenager's sex drive. A
mental image of the handsome boy making love to her
was all it took to make her put one hand to work
between her silken thighs.
A slow massage of her breasts and mons soon brought
her a sweet orgasm. It was always the same; a 'dreamy
boy' could always make her come, at least in her
imagination. Of course, she'd never do anything like
that in real life; at any rate not until she was
married, and then, she knew, she'd want to do it
every night.
She concentrated on that thought, which made her
excited again, and soon afterwards she experienced
another, longer, more intense orgasm.
Eventually Robyn drifted off to sleep. Her last
conscious thought was: 'let tomorrow take care of
itself', and she had a fleeting image of her
fantasy Max, naked and standing before her.
***
Her mother called out: "Robyn! You'd better get the
lead out. You'll be late if you don't leave right
now!"
Robyn wasn't quite ready to leave. She'd gotten up on
time and eaten a fast breakfast, but she wasn't
satisfied with her clothes. She had changed for the
third time and she was still unhappy about how she
looked. But time was up, and she had to leave for
school and another stressful day at Mountain View
High.
Going through the front door, she was stopped in her
tracks by the sight of Max, standing almost exactly
where she'd left him the night before.
It briefly occurred to her that he'd been standing
there all night, but of course that was absurd.
"Hi beautiful! Sleep well?" Robyn looked into his
eyes, trying to tell if he meant anything by that
statement. Why would he mention her sleeping unless
he'd "seen" her? No way! she thought.
She covered up her slight confusion by giving him a
brilliant smile. "Yes, Max, as always. Thanks for
asking."
They walked to school together, Robyn trying to get
information about the town and school, and Max trying
to find out more about her. It was just a ten-minute
walk, so neither got much of what they were after.
Robyn found out that the school revolved around
football, and that the players were regarded as some
kind of god-like beings who could do no wrong. She was
told she'd probably like Mr. Stephens, their homeroom
teacher, but probably not the principal, Mrs. Lucas.
Max found out very little, but he looked at her a
lot. Robyn was 5'5", maybe 120 lbs - and beautiful.
Max thought that the nickname he'd given her -
"Beautiful" - really suited her. He knew that her hair
was really blonde (no way could she fake those
highlights), she had a supple body and a graceful way
about her. She was different from the other girls he'd
known in town.
"Max! Are you listening to me?"
He started. He'd been walking beside this girl,
drinking in her looks, but not listening to a word she
was saying.
"Sorry. I guess I've got a lot on my mind. What were
you saying?"
"Typical man! Why don't guys ever listen?" But she was
smiling, and not at all put out.
Max silently answered her question with the thought:
'Hard to hear you through those good looks, baby.'
***
School was going great. Robyn soon found that she would
have no trouble with her studies. She was enjoying the
challenge, and even thought she might come out at the
top of the junior class if she applied herself.
Things had developed with Max and his gang, and Robyn
was now part of the tapestry of daily life at Mountain
View High.
After school she invariably ended up at the Phoenix and
hung out for a couple of hours, but she always excused
herself in plenty of time to get her homework done. Her
social life and academic life were going great, and her
parents were proud of her.
The only cloud on her horizon was the rivalry between
Max's faction, on the one hand, and Taylor Carry, the
captain of the football team, and the football
groupies', as Max called them, on the other.
There was constant conflict, and real animosity,
between these two groups of students. Robyn tried to
stay friends with everyone, but one day some of the
boys on the team cornered Max and Jerry by themselves
and beat them up.
Robyn was mad that they could get away with something
like that, and went to the principal, Mrs. Lucas, to
complain. She was told in no uncertain terms that it
was all Max's fault, and to mind her own business.
After that there was no love lost between Robyn and the
football team captain. She knew that it was Taylor who
had personally beaten up Max. Max made things worse by
saying it didn't matter; that things like that happened
in life.
This was the event that made Robyn change her direction
in life.
***
Max looked like he was in a lot of pain as Robyn helped
him home that afternoon, leaning on her shoulder as he
limped up to his front door.
They entered the quiet house together and he yelled for
his mother. No reply.
"Damn! I forgot. She's at Aunt Lori's today. Thanks,
beautiful. I'll take it from here," he said.
"There's no way I'm leaving you until you're tucked up
in bed. I know you, Max. You'll sit around watching TV
and eating potato chips all afternoon." She wouldn't
listen to any arguments and led the way up the carpeted
stairway. "You get out of those dirty clothes and into
a robe, and I'll get a hot bath going for you."
Max gave a long look at his very determined, very
attractive girlfriend. Then he shrugged, and limped
into his bedroom to do what he'd been told.
Robyn didn't quite know how to look after Max, but her
heart went out to him. She thought it might be her
maternal instinct taking over, but she also felt kind
of aroused by his obvious vulnerability. Seeing a Max
who wasn't in complete control of the situation made
her feel loving, and close to him.
She was testing the water running into the big bathtub
when Max stepped up behind her. "Hey, beautiful, I
really appreciate this."
Robyn turned round and was rewarded with a kiss and a
brief hug.
In a rather husky voice she said: "You'd better get in
while the water's hot."
Max was about to step into the tub, when Robyn pulled
his robe down and away from his body, letting it drop
to the floor. She couldn't stop herself. She knew that
what she was doing was wrong, but it seemed so right at
that moment. She had to see for herself what damage had
been done to his body. She also wanted to see if he
measured up to her fantasy figure.
Max was startled as he felt his robe being pulled away.
He'd expected Robyn to go and wait in the bedroom for
him, or maybe in the hall outside, so they could talk.
Her behavior seemed totally out of character.
She looked into his eyes, then at the bruises on his
neck and shoulders. Max felt something like an electric
current run through his body when her gaze fell on his
penis, and he felt it stirring into a state of
hardness.
He quickly stepped into the big Jacuzzi-style tub and
sat down in the hot, muscle-relaxing water. He
stretched out full length, expelling an "Ahhhh" as he
settled in. All his muscles soon became relaxed - bar
one.
Robyn still couldn't seem to help herself. Her eyes, as
if by their own will, began to roam up and down Max's
naked body. She was amazed to find that he looked even
better than she'd imagined. A boy's body could be
beautiful to look at - muscley and brown, so...
different from a girl's.
The bruises were awkward intrusions into Robyn's
fantasy, but they weren't that bad. She felt her face
glowing hot with embarrassment when she realized that
she'd been mostly staring at Max's erection, and that
he had been watching her as she looked at it. Her blood
rushed through her veins at the sight of his swollen
penis, magnified by the water.
She hadn't known quite what to expect, but to see him
with an erection in front of her like that was beyond
anything in her fantasies. He was beautiful. IT was
beautiful!
Unable to speak, she knelt down beside the tub and
watched, mesmerized by the sight of his naked body in
the hot clear water.
Max, not knowing what else to do, began washing his
shoulders in an awkward, self-conscious way.
Robyn realized that it was her staring that had made
him feel uncomfortable. Without a word she took the
washcloth from his bruised hand and said: "I might as
well be of some use. Lean forward, handsome, and I'll
wash your back."
Max painfully leaned forward and Robyn began gently to
wash him. She dipped the cloth into the tub and ran the
hot water over him, then swirled the cloth all over his
back.
Soon the cloth was dropped into the water and it was
just her hand rubbing his back. 'Bare skin on bare
skin', she thought, rubbing away.
When she'd finished with his back, Max lay down in the
tub and relaxed. They talked now about small things
they'd both experienced, the kind of things couples
share. Robyn knelt at the side of the tub washing his
shoulders and chest, and Max luxuriated in the
sensation of her hands on his skin and her eyes on his
body. He'd never experienced anything quite like this
before. He was surprised that it was such an intense
feeling just to know that his beautiful girlfriend was
looking at him.
He kept his eyes closed because he didn't think he
could take the sight of her staring at him for too
long. Then...
Max jumped when Robyn slid her hand down his chest, to
his crotch.
"Wow! How about warning a guy!" Then "Hmmmmm, that's
nice, Robyn, ohh..."
She had run her hand down to Max's hard-on on an
impulse. She'd been looking at it through the water,
but the soap had begun to obscure it from view, and the
thought of what it would feel like to hold it had
become overpowering...
To her surprise it felt soft and silky. Robyn had never
thought about what a boy's penis would feel like, but
soft and silky wasn't what she would have expected. She
cupped his testicles, and gave them a light squeeze;
she knew that boys were terribly sensitive there, so
she was careful.
Then she ran her fingers up the shaft and closed them
around the swollen head. "Mmmmm, Max, you feel
heavenly," she said as she grasped his shaft again,
this time a little harder, and began to jack him. She
knew about male masturbation, but only from books, and
she hoped she was doing it right.
Max lay like a live wire in the water. He didn't know
where this would lead - he'd been totally surprised by
Robyn's actions so far - but when she started to
masturbate him, he was happy to just lie there with his
eyes closed, and let the electric sensations flow
through his body.
As Robyn brought him closer to orgasm, Max considered
the possibility that they might have sex. He had
considered their relationship to be a platonic one,
because of the modest way she always behaved, but new
possibilities now crowded into his mind. He felt so
good; he was coming...
"Unggh... Ahhhhhhhhh, Robyn! Oh yeah, oh god...YES!"
She watched her fantasy sweetheart squirming in the
water as she masturbated him. She couldn't believe
how hot it made her to pleasure him with her hand. Her
gaze became riveted even more firmly to his swollen
penis as white jets of sperm began to shoot from its
pinkish-purple cock-helmet (she giggled to herself at
the description that had popped into her head).
The sight of him coming was tremendously erotic. First
one big spurt shot up and hit his chest; then smaller
ones splattered onto his stomach. Strings of sperm
begin sinking into the water, while the strength of
his come began to ebb. She noticed that a glob of sperm
had landed onto her fingers, and without thinking she
brought her hand to her lips (all the while looking
into her boyfriend's eyes) and licked it clean.
She had thought it might taste funny, and was
determined, in any case, not to make a face in front
of Max. But in fact, it tasted okay; in her aroused
state, it actually tasted quite sexy.
There was a moment of silence as they stared into each
other's eyes, realizing what had just taken place
between them. Then Max reached out for Robyn.
"Robyn, why don't you come in the tub with me? There's
plenty of room."
"I've got all my clothes on, silly. Besides, you're
covered with bruises, and need to rest."
Max smiled. "I feel like a million dollars, and anyhow,
I want to return the favor."
Robyn was sorely tempted to undress then and there,
but remembered she wasn't on the pill (she gave herself
a mental note to take care of that).
She knew that one thing would inevitably lead to
another, and then another, and it all came back to
pregnancy. "Max, I'd like to, but not now. Maybe
another time, but..."
He held Robyn's hand and was gently pulling her toward
him. She had either to move forward or resist, and she
told herself she was afraid of hurting him.
The result was that she was slowly pulled into the tub
of water to join Max. The sensation of being fully
clothed in a bathtub of warm water was a new one for
Robyn. Her clothes clung to her skin. She hadn't even
taken off her shoes, and they were filling with water.
Max scooted over to one side and she sank to her neck
beside him. From where she was lying she saw a little
floating string of Max's sperm settle against her
jeans-clad thigh.
Max was all action now; no longer just the passive
recipient. He wanted to return the feelings that Robyn
had given him, but realized he couldn't fuck her; he
loved her too much to get her pregnant. It was going to
be hard for him, because he was sure he could get her
to do it with him if he tried.
Robyn already felt warm and aroused by her recent
experience, and now her boyfriend's hand was massaging
her breast through her blouse; now tracing the shape of
her nipple.
She felt she was in her personal fantasy, but now it
was a boy doing it to her instead of herself. It
felt... fantastic.
Her eyes flew open when Max's hand slipped into her
blouse, and caressed her soapy breasts. 'God, how that
feels!' she thought.
Max had become hard again, and he tried to fight
his urges. For the moment he just wanted to give Robyn
an orgasm, and he tried to keep that in mind as he
began unbuttoning her blouse. Then it was her bra;
and his lips fastened on her nipples - first one, then
the other. Then his hand was pushing at her pants. Then
it was inside her panties...
Robyn felt dimly that things were probably going too
far and too fast, but she decided to do whatever Max
wanted -- because she loved him.
He pushed her wet panties down her thighs and started
stroking her, and her fantasy was in full swing again.
She began to wonder what it would be like to have Max
between her legs; to have his big, swollen organ buried
deep inside her.
As he began fingering Robyn's slit, he thought: 'I
don't think I can stand this much longer.' She was
actually pushing herself onto his fingers, rubbing
herself against him and encouraging him to move faster.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps as Max brought her
ever closer to orgasm. He reached out with his foot and
flicked the drain on the tub. The water level began to
drop, and at the same time Max eased himself on top of
Robyn's soaked body.
Robyn gasped as Max's stiff penis penetrated her. The
pressure of his body on top of hers pushed her down
into the water that was draining from the bath. Her
ears went under the water, while her face was still
above it.
In that position she could no longer hear a sound. Her
world became one of almost total silence as Max began
to move inside her. The only thing she could hear was
her own heartbeat pounding in her chest; the sound
infernal, deafening. Every nerve was taut as they
thrashed about in the disappearing water, making love
in earnest.
It flashed through Robyn's brain like a rocket: 'We're
doing it! We're really doing it!' She wasn't sure what
to think; her thoughts just wouldn't come together.
Max was thrusting in and out of her, and she pushed
back against each thrust in an almost reflex action.
She was fast approaching orgasm. Her mental image of
Max on top of her and inside her was helping to push
her toward a gigantic come.
Max had tried, but just hadn't been able to stop
himself. Robyn was just too beautiful, just too sexy
looking and too willing, to allow him the control he
wanted to show. And now the feel of her... it was just
too much.
With one final thrust, held firmly inside Robyn,
emptying himself into his lovely bathmate, making a
low, groaning sound as he came.
The tub was nearly empty now, and Max's groan was the
first thing Robyn heard as her ears cleared the water.
Her eyes were wide open, and she could feel him pulsing
inside her. She realized what had occurred and made a
whimpering sound as her lover's fulfillment triggered
her own orgasm. Her beautiful body bucked uncontrol-
lably under his as she reached the zenith of her own
orgasm.
She tried to tell him that she loved him and was glad
that he had come, but all she could say was: "Max, oh
Max..."
When they had regained their senses, both saw the funny
side of lying, bedraggled, in a bathtub. Robyn was the
first to start giggling, then Max joined in and soon
they were both laughing and hugging each other.
After a while, though, it was time to think about the
possible consequences of what they had done, and Max
began to worry that he'd put his sweetheart in
jeopardy.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I
didn't mean this to happen; honest I didn't."
Robyn was worried too, but she said: "I wanted it just
as much as you did, Max. If I didn't it wouldn't have
happened." She tweaked Max's now flaccid penis. "But I
have to get on the pill, because I want some more of
this!"
She looked at it again and said: "Oh my, but how it
grows!. Guess I'd better dry off and put something on
before we have a repeat performance."
They padded barefoot into Max's bedroom, wrapped in
towels. Robyn put on Max's robe and went downstairs to
dry her clothes in the laundry dryer, and Max slowly
dressed, thinking the whole time about Robyn's amazing
body and the pleasure he'd had from it.
-= 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?
-= Chapter 3 =-
Robby Benson hated his name; all of his fellow
freshmen made fun of it. Apparently there had been
some child actor back in the dark ages with that
name. It seemed that no one would ever let him
forget it.
He looked at his watch and quickened his pace.
Only ten minutes until school starts, he thought.
He was glad to be going to school that day; it was
a really big day for him.
'Yeah, man, he was going to get some tutoring from
the Angel of the junior class.' For once he almost
liked his name. Robyn, Robby - they sounded a lot
alike.
He, and just about all the other boys in his class,
had a crush on Robyn Berry. She was such a fox. His
reputation had gained serious credit when it became
known that Robyn was going to tutor him.
Just lucky, he guessed; luck of the draw, because
she'd volunteered to be a student tutor and he'd
drawn her name. 'Yes, sir, what a deal!' he
thought.
Robby heard the first bell ring while he was
jogging onto school grounds, and he quickly headed
for his homeroom. Just as he arrived he heard an
announcement over the loudspeaker that they were
going to watch the Mars landing.
It seemed that the school was on some kind of
closed network, and that they'd all get to goof off
for an hour or so, watching Mars.
Well, that was just fine with him. He'd just dream
a little more about his angel.
The final bell rang and the teacher announced that
the Mars landing would be on the screen in about
five minutes, and that they were all to be quiet
and remain in their seats.
A few minutes later the TV in Robby's room came on.
Everyone sat expectantly, figuring that the Mars
thing ought to be worth at least a few minutes of
attention.
Robby almost jumped out of his seat when an image
of a beautiful girl and a handsome guy flashed on
the screen. She was on her hands and knees, and he
was fucking her, doggy style.
Robby couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Wow..."
he croaked. He'd never imagined anything like this,
even in his wildest masturbatory dreams. All the
kids in his freshman homeroom also gasped and
silently watched the erotic sex show on the screen.
When Robby's numb mind began to work again, he
realized that he recognized the girl. It was Robyn
Berry, and the guy was that football guy. "OH MY
GOD!" he screeched.
The teacher, busy at her desk, had noticed nothing
amiss until Robby's outburst. She looked up and saw
rows of shocked, open-mouthed faces staring at the
television screen, and became alarmed. What could
possibly be going on?
She got up from her desk and walked around to the
front of the screen, where she stood, stock-still
and white-faced, as her eyes brought the picture,
with all its implications, to her brain.
She quickly turned the set off, to a tumultuous
"AAAHHHH..." of disappointment from all of the
students.
*** Two weeks later ***
The alarm blared in Robyn's ear, slowly bringing
her to consciousness. Groaning, and rolling over on
her stomach, she reluctantly opened her eyes. 'Oh
god, it's today,' she thought. Life had been hell
ever since the day that the video had been shown to
the whole school.
As she dragged herself from her bed, the incident
played in her head for the thousandth time. She
remembered looking up expectantly, excited at the
prospect of seeing the Mars landing on television,
but as it dawned on her that, instead, she was
watching a video of two people having sex, her
brain had gone blank and her face white as a sheet.
'It was her! Her and Taylor! But how could that
be?' She groaned when she thought that she hadn't
even told Max what she'd done - it was a fine way
for him to find out...
In shock she slowly turned towards Max, who was
sitting beside her in class. Their eyes locked for
a moment, and she could see the anguish in his
eyes.
She opened her mouth to tell him...what? What
could she say?
Max took another long look at the screen before
standing up, his body trembling. He knocked his
chair over, then turned and ran from the classroom.
It wasn't till then that Mr. Stephens noticed
anything was amiss. He strode to the TV set, where
he quickly took in what was being displayed. He at
once recognized the couple performing on screen.
"My god!" he cried, and reached for the off switch.
As the screen went black, he swung round to look at
Robyn. She was frozen in her chair, like a young
deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming Mack
truck.
He said gravely: "Robyn, I think you had better
come with me." He took her arm and helped her rise
from her seat, then walked her out of the room.
Just outside the classroom he stopped and faced
her. "What the hell was that I just saw, young
lady?" His face was red, and he looked thoroughly
upset.
Tears streamed down Robyn's cheeks, but all she
could say was: "I'm sorry, Mr. Stephens. I'm so
sorry. I had no idea..."
Robyn She spent the rest of the morning in the
principal's office in a state of extreme
nervousness, waiting for one of her parents to pick
her up from school.
Taylor sat across from her; both had been suspended
from school for two weeks.
At last her father showed up, having been called at
work and told the story. He looked at his daughter
as if she were a stranger. Robyn began to cry
despairingly. There was nothing she could say,
nothing at all. She couldn't explain what she'd
been thinking of, or why she'd had sex with Taylor.
Her life seemed to be at an end. At any rate, it
could never be the same again.
***
Now, two weeks later, after a huge fight with her
parents, Robyn was going back to school. Her father
had been all set to take her out of public school
and place her in the local Catholic School, St.
Bartholomew's, but she'd fought him long and hard
to stay at Mountain View High.
Her parents couldn't understand why she would want
to stay after such humiliation. Her father said:
"Young lady, I don't understand you any more. First
you humiliate yourself and shame your family, then
you want to brazen it out and go back to a school
where you've made yourself a laughing stock." He
felt so frustrated that he seemed close in tears.
Robyn persisted, however, and the day at last
arrived when she was due to go back. She left the
house quietly, dressed in a long skirt and heavy
sweater. She was determined to be an exemplary
student from now on. Dress conservatively, think
conservatively and act conservatively, she thought.
Walking with her head down, her eyes looking at the
ground, she hurried to school. She was worried to
death about what her classmates would say. She
couldn't even let herself think about Max. He
hadn't come over even once while she had been
grounded. The last sight she'd had of him was on
the day the video had been shown, and the look on
his face was etched in her memory.
As she entered her homeroom class, the other kids
became quiet. Pretty soon there wasn't a sound to
be heard as she crept to her old seat. She couldn't
bring herself to look anyone in the face, but just
slumped down in her seat and looked forward,
focusing on nothing.
Suddenly she heard hushed whispers, and looked up
to see Max at the door. They looked into each
other's eyes for a moment, then he swung into the
room and sat down a few chairs away from her. He
didn't look her way again for the rest of the
period.
***
Robyn thought that the day she'd just spent at
school had almost been as bad as the day of the
video showing.
At last school was over for the day, and she was
going home. At least Jerry and Kelly had talked to
her - they'd even eaten their lunch with her - but
there'd been no sight of Max since homeroom.
Jerry had invited her to go with them to the
Phoenix, but Robyn had declined; all she wanted to
do was go home, climb into bed and cry.
She was walking through the sports field, her eyes
fixed on the ground, thinking about how she had
screwed up both her own and Max's life by her
stupidity, when she felt herself pushed violently
from the back. She fell to the ground, hands first,
scraping both palms, and cried out in fright and
pain as she hit the dirt.
Shocked and confused, Robyn looked up at her
assailant. Her jaw dropped when she recognized
Taylor and a couple of his football buddies.
She saw red. "Taylor, you have a nerve! I thought
you'd be in hiding, not pushing girls around." She
was furious with him.
He'd forced sex on her, then shown the video to the
whole school. Right then she felt she'd like
nothing better than to strangle him. Of course she
knew she couldn't have done it even if she'd been
strong enough to overpower him, which of course she
wasn't.
Taylor just laughed. He pointed at her, saying:
"The little whore really liked riding my dick; you
guys saw it. You think she'd like to suck it now?"
He stood threateningly over Robyn, and scuffed a
little dirt onto her skirt.
Her eyes started to water, not in fear, but in
anger. How dare this bastard keep trying to
humiliate her! What harm had she ever done him?
All she'd wanted to do was keep the peace. She'd
always treated everyone with respect, but here he
was, hurting her again. She couldn't believe it.
Taylor grabbed her shirtsleeve and dragged her to
her feet. "Maybe the guys would like a piece of the
action this time. Whatd'ya think, Robyn? You up for
a little orgy with a buncha horny jocks?" He pulled
her up to him and pressed his mouth on her lips, in
a careless, sloppy kiss.
"C'mon guys, lets take little Robyn slut behind the
bleachers and show her a good time." He clamped his
big hand over the girl's mouth and bodily dragged
her the thirty feet or so to the bleacher area.
His two friends followed him, though they looked a
little unsure of themselves. As soon as they
reached the secluded space behind the bleachers,
Taylor threw Robyn to the ground.
She was breathing hard now. The hand over her mouth
and nose had made her light-headed with lack of
oxygen. There was real fear in her eyes as Taylor
hovered menacingly above her.
Without warning he dropped down on her and started
to wrestle her blouse open. Robyn began to scream.
It was all she could do, and she screamed with all
the power in her lungs.
Taylor flat handed her, hard. The shock of the slap
stunned her. It also silenced her for a moment.
"Scream like that again, bitch, and I'll smash your
cute little face in. Got that? You just lie there
and take it like the good little whore we all know
you are. Okay, baby?"
Again he started pulling at Robyn's blouse, not
caring about the damage he was causing. Buttons
went flying, and cloth was ripped as he roughly
undressed her. Robyn's blouse and bra were thrown
a few feet away, and her skirt was ripped open,
baring her beautiful, silky legs.
Taylor stopped for a moment, his breathing ragged
from his efforts and from his rising lust. He had
to admit to himself that this girl really was
beautiful, and he stared at her nakedness for a few
moments before calling to his friends: "Hey, was I
lying when I said she was a gorgeous piece of ass?"
The two other jocks looked likely to be ready for
their turns when Taylor had finished with her.
Robyn begged him to stop. "Please, Taylor, don't do
this. Don't you think I've suffered enough? You've
already ruined my life; are you trying to kill me?"
He guffawed and said: "Baby, I just want to fuck
you. I don't give a shit if you wanta die; just
don't do it till I'm done, okay?"
He forced Robyn's slender legs apart with his
massive ones, and began to position his cock-head
at her opening.
She was determined this time to fight, and to die
if necessary; she wouldn't let Taylor rape her.
They wrestled for a while in the dirt until Taylor
became frustrated with his squirming victim. He hit
Robyn another glancing blow to the head, which
knocked the remaining fight out of her.
She lay there stunned, tears pouring down her dusty
face. Taylor quickly mounted her and forced his fat
prick into her.
Robyn's looked dazed as she stared into the blue
sky, and birds flying overhead. She could feel the
boy on top of her ha he brutally humping her body.
She couldn't feel anything, her mind was numb, her
beautiful blue eyes were no longer as clear and
brilliant as before. A spark had gone from her
lovely face as well. The liveliness that usually
played across her features was fading with each
brutal thrust of the teenage rapist. Robyn felt as
if her life was over. Taylor had won.
One of the other boys was now dropping his pants
in anticipation of his turn. He looked at his buddy
fucking the hot girl. 'It's so fucking perverted',
he thought to himself. He'd never been this hard
before, and was looking forward to banging this
chick in the worst way.
Taylor, meanwhile, was really enjoying himself.
'God she's tight!' he thought. "Yeah, baby, I'm
gonna come in you again," he crowed. "Maybe this
time we can make a baby. With our looks we'd make
a knock-out kid." He increased the violence of his
thrusts at the thought of making this 'hot bitch'
pregnant.
Robyn closed her eyes and thought of death...
Suddenly there was a loud noise, a yell, and all
hell broke loose. After the yell, the next thing
that registered with Robyn was that Taylor had
stopped fucking her. Then she saw the blood.
Was she dying? Had they killed her? Slowly the
scene came into focus.
MAX! OH MAX! Max had found them, and he was
smashing heads. He'd already downed the guy with
his pants down, and apparently he'd banged Taylor
on the side of the head with a board.
Taylor was standing in a crouch, naked, still with
a partial erection. Blood dripped down the side of
his head, and he was circling Max in a wrestler's
stance. Max didn't waste any time, taking the two
by four and slamming it into Taylor's crotch.
The big football player doubled over and crashed
to the ground, face first. Max now rushed over to
Robyn, cursing over his shoulder at the remaining
jock, who turned and ran away as fast as he could.
"Hi beautiful. How ya doin?"
Robyn, who was lying in the dirt, stripped naked,
dirty and disheveled, leaned against Max and gave
him a bright smile. Her big blue eyes were shining.
Epilogue:
In a perfect world Robyn and Max would live happily
ever after, and Taylor would go to jail for a long
time, but it's not a perfect world. However, if
these events actually happened - and let's say they
did- then Robyn and Max would have as much chance
of living happily ever after as anyone else would.
Hope you enjoyed my story.
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Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for
his encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing
such a good job editing my stories.
(c) August 1997 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com
MY STORY PAGE
http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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