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Story title : Maria's Co-Dependent Nature
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Maria's Co-Dependent Nature (teens, nc, hum, dom, latina)
by SOTB1 (sotborder@yahoo.com)
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This is a story of a Mexican girl who because of her
inability to set limits finds herself getting in more
trouble then she can imagine.
Copyright, 2001, SOTB1
I appreciate the feedback from the stories I've written
thus far. I know three stories in five years isn't the most
prolific output, but I hope that like a fine wine, people
will value the attention to good ingredients. The most
important being a teasing, provocative, build up, leading
to a solid climax. (: Enjoy. sotborder@yahoo.com
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Ever since she could remember, Maria had a problem with
assertiveness. She found herself giving her dolls to her
friends because they asked, not wanting to hurt their
feelings, giving homeless people all her spare change. Not
even leaving enough for herself to buy an ice-cream cone,
attending parties that she didn't want to attend, baby-
sitting children that were bratty and constantly
misbehaving, leaving her with a headache.
She told herself over and over again that she would no
longer watch children that wouldn't mind her, but found
herself on another Saturday night watching children that
could have been actors in Children of the Corn. Unable to
say know to their parents. Inside seething and angry, but
putting on a happy face so as not to offend, not to
confront, not to hurt anybody's feelings.
Although Maria tried to be assertive, it was as if people
sensed she couldn't say no. Like she gave off some kind of
aura that announced Please Take Advantage Of Me. They would
press her, cajole her, anything to get her to agree to what
they wanted. They knew she would eventually say yes.
Sometimes it took just a little effort. But not usually.
Sooner or later anybody that wanted something from Maria
got their way. After buying or doing something she really
didn't want to do she would be resentful and irate, yet she
couldn't break the pattern of behavior she had created. She
had this deep-seated desire to please people. Even if her
own needs weren't addressed. It was as if everyone was more
important than her. She knew it was a problem, that it was
unhealthy, but felt that with time and some practice she
would eventually learn to say no to people and stick up for
herself.
However, she knew deep inside that she was making little
headway. She remained very insecure and peoples' opinion of
her mattered to her more than she cared to admit. Even
strangers. She dreaded answering the phone because if it
was a telemarketer she would wind up buying stuff she
didn't want or need. Magazines, porcelain dolls, all kinds
of junk that just wound up in her closet buried underneath
some other junk she had been pushed into buying. Just
because she didn't want to make the salesperson unhappy.
Although Maria felt that this problem was surmountable, she
didn't realize to the extent how it was effecting her life.
As she got older, her lack of ability to assert her needs
was slowly becoming a vicious cycle that was binding her
more and more into agreeing and doing things that she
really didn't want to do and in turn making her more and
more susceptible to the will of others.
In essence she was compounding the problem because of not
seriously confronting the issue, the fear of what she might
find if she really confronted herself. It pained her that
wanted to be liked so bad, and she didn't want to hurt
anybody's feelings. Although exploring these feelings would
do wonders to helping her understand herself and start
learning how to be assertive, admitting that she had a
problem in the first place precluded her ability to do
anything about her problem.
Thus, she was creating an emotional gauntlet for herself. A
trap that she was going to wind up getting caught in. A
trap of her own creation. A black hole with sides to
slippery to climb up from. Unfortunately, she didn't know
how close to the edge she was actually walking.
At 17 Maria had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She
was the first person in her family that had graduated from
H.S. She had been able to skip her sophomore year and was
only short three credits to graduate. All she needed was to
complete one summer school class and she would be starting
college in the spring.
Her father who had been a farmer in Jalisco, Mexico and her
mother who was a housewife has snuck across the border in
Texas 20 years earlier to start a new life for themselves.
They lived with relatives in a rat-infested apartment that
was permeated with the scent of decay and too many bodies.
They had sacrificed, scrimped and saved and after many
years opened a small restaurant in downtown L.A.
In the beginning they had started as a food stall in the
market districts, but word of mouth about how absolutely
delicious the food was brought in more and more customers.
There were lines for people waiting to order, all hours of
the day. To handle the heavy traffic they bought up the two
stalls on either side of them. Even so, they quickly
outgrew these too. By this time they had saved enough money
to buy the restaurant.
That was two years ago. When Maria began working after
school at the age of 15 as a waitress, business really
seemed to pick up. Particularly in the evening when she was
working. Her father, a strong man, shrewd, with the quick,
nimble mind of a successful businessman realized that his
daughter had the feminine assets that could be used to lure
more customers to the restaurant.
Although Maria and her mother initially balked at the
attire she was forced to wear, they both knew that as
father and husband he was the man of the house and what he
said went. In their home, their father was king and his
wife, Maria and the rest of her younger six siblings were
his court. Although he treated his wife with great respect
and his children had everything they needed, he didn't ever
need to tell anyone twice what was expected of them.
All of them at one time or another, excluding Maria because
she was so desperate to please, had endured a hard slap in
the face or worse being beat with his belt when they had
dared defied his will. Maria's father was fair, but he had
no problem with putting his family in line when they made
the error of second guessing him. If he wanted Maria to
dress in a certain way, and it was going to help the
family, and increase business, she would do it or suffer
the consequences.
Although after two years she had grown accustomed to the
leers and stares of the restaurant patrons, putting on her
dress to go to work always made her feel dirty and cheap.
Although the dress was made in the traditional Mexican
style of 1920's colonial Mexico, the hem was much shorter
and the scooped neckline cut much lower than from that era.
The bottom portion of the dress itself was a smorgasbord of
bright colors, blue, red, green and white. The top was
black, clingy, and scooped low showing an ample amount of
cleavage. There were no shoulder straps. The only thing
keeping the blouse up was Maria's large bust.
The round 34 D's jutting out from her chest like two
perfectly sculpted hills, the top tapering down tightly to
her slim waist and then flaring out in multi colored
ruffles that ended quickly about eight inches above her
knee. The pumps she wore caused her legs to look longer
than they really were and accentuated her soft calves and
firm thighs. By the time she was 16, Maria already had a
grown up body.
Lush, firm and full. Her dress accentuating every nuance,
every luscious curve of her body. With her thick, black
hair French braided in one long braid and no make-up except
for a little mascara, Maria was absolutely breathtaking.
Her body and her innocent, childlike demure, brought out
the demon of lust in every male there.
It was a Friday night at the restaurant and Maria was
running back and forth hurriedly. Trying to keep track of
the orders. The other waitress scheduled to work with her
had called in sick and she was in charge of everything. Her
mother helped when she could, but had other
responsibilities to worry about. Her father worked with two
other men cooking.
Maria was exhausted. Tired of the smell of Mexican food and
the furtive stares of the male patrons who looked her over
every single time she walked by. Staring hungrily at her
breasts like a concentration camp prisoner watching a guard
eat a fat, juicy bratwurst. She felt like they were
undressing her with their eyes and it made her feel sick to
her stomach. Thankfully she only had another hour of
torture to go until the restaurant closed.
Tim, Mark and Steve had been driving around looking for a
place to eat. Arguing back and forth about what they
wanted. "I'm sick of McDonalds you dumb fucks," Tim said
irritatingly. Mark and Steve just mumbled not wanting to
piss Tim off. He had a bad temper and they were not in the
mood to be subjected to his anger. "Think of something
else." Tim continued, his voice impatient, "Someplace that
doesn't serve fucking hamburgers and fries and the fucking
loser behind the counter doesn't ask 'is Pepsi o.k.' if you
ask for a fucking coke."
Tim impatiently tapped out the drumbeat to "Stranglehold"
that was blasting out of his stereo, on his steering wheel.
"How about over there," Steve said, pointing out the window
of Tim's 79' Camero, "that Mexican place, Sonoras."
"Yeah, man good choice. I've heard they have great food and
the prices are pretty decent," responded Mark.
"Cool," Tim said, "I'm game. let's go." He braked hard and
skid into the entrance, pulling into the parking lot. They
were halfway to the restaurants entrance when Tim asked,
"Did you guys lock the doors?"
Mark and Steve looked at each other, wordlessly blaming the
other.
"Well don't just stand there!" Tim said exasperated, "Will
one of you dumb asses go do it?? We're not in Brentwood and
if somebody steals my stereo I'm going to be one pissed off
mother fucker." Mark and Steve hurried back to the car
before Tim could say another word.
Maria was finishing an order when she noticed three boys
sauntering in like the owned the place. They looked a
couple of years younger than her, around 15 or 16, and
looked like they were part of the stoner crowd. Dirty
tennis shoes, 501's and each one wearing a tee shirt
featuring a heavy metal rock band.
The taller one looked particularly troubling. He was tall
and lanky, with longish dirty blond hair. He was wearing a
Ted Nugent t-shirt. There was an arrogance about him that
she found distasteful. The other two boys seemed to be more
like bookends, following behind. Trying to appear tough.
But obviously the taller of the boys was the leader of the
three.
Tim noticed Maria right off. She stood out like a lantern
on a moonless night. God she was fucking hot. What a body.
What a set of fucking tits. Mark and Steve were clowning
back and forth, making a scene, bringing attention to
themselves. "Stop acting like assholes, you stupid
assholes," Tim said angrily, not wanting the cute girl to
think they were a bunch of losers.
He kicked Mark hard underneath the table making him wince.
"Jeez Tim, we were-"
His voice cut off in mid sentence when he saw Maria. "I
know her!" he said excitedly "She goes to Andover High. She
lives down the street. The only reason she doesn't go to
our school is because the school..." He paused, unsure of
the word.
"District line," Steve interjected. "Yeah that's the
word...anyway the district line cuts across the
neighborhood.
"So she lives down the street from you huh?" Tim asked,
pursing his lips. He placed his elbows on the table and
rested his chin on his clasped hands watching Maria as she
approached their table with a basket of chips and salsa and
three waters.
Maria felt jittery as she approached their table. The three
of them looking at her unabashed. Particularly the guy with
his hand on his chin. He was practically stripping off her
clothes with his eyes. The nerve. She was going to show him
and his punk friends that she was not going to let three
16-year-old losers intimidate her.
As she reached their table, she thought that they would at
least look at their menus, but she was wrong. They stared
at her openly. Their eyes caressing her face, her prominent
breasts and cleavage and her legs. Her initial confidence
faltered. She felt the hollowness of anxiety flood her gut.
She took a quick, deep breath. Tim looked down at her
badge. "How ya doin' Maria?" he asked lazily.
She ignored him. "Do you know what you would like to
order?" Maria asked politely, not wanting to see how their
brazenness had affected her.
Although Tim spent a good part of the time getting stoned
and listening to heavy metal music, he was also very
intelligent and a keen observer. People oftentimes mistook
him for someone going nowhere, but they had no idea of his
level of intuition and his keen observational skills. When
he saw Maria from afar, she looked completely out of his
league. A beautiful girl, with a beautiful face and a
beautiful body. But close up, he detected some sort of
fear. Of what he didn't know. But, he knew that she wasn't
as confident as she wanted to appear. There was something
about her.
There was something almost genteel about her. As if she was
trying to hide a facet of herself from them. Something that
she would prefer that nobody knew. But Tim knew. He knew it
like he knew that his car ran on gas. She was as
emotionally fragile as a house made of spit and Kleenex.
Maria paused, her pen and ordering pen at the ready,
waiting for their reply. She took another breath. She felt
a sense of disquiet and wanted to get away from their table
as soon as possible. The leader of the three wasn't just
leering at her, he was.... reading her. She could almost
feel his eyes probing her mind and it made her extremely
uncomfortable. She cleared her throat, and politely asked,
"Would you like another couple of minutes?"
Tim leaned back in the booth and stared into her eyes. He
asked in a very matter of fact way, "The chicken with mole,
is that entree served with breast meat?" Tim looked at her
chest as he asked. His eyes scanning her firm breasts
slowly, from her cleavage to where her bronze skin
disappeared into the tight top. Mark and Steve picked up on
the double entendre.
Maria looked down at the table embarrassed. She forced
herself to look back at him. Pretending she didn't catch
his double meaning. "Actually, the chicken is a mixture of
dark and white meat," she said, her fingers tapping
nervously on the order pad. Tim and his friends just kept
staring at her.
Their lust filled eyes engulfing her. She had never felt so
humiliated in her whole life. Having to stand in front of
three strangers and be subjected to their blatant leering.
They weren't even trying to show some tact. She wished they
would just order.
After a few seconds Mark asked Maria, "I was curious if I
could just order a pair of firm thighs." He asked his
question lightly, but there was no doubt to what he was
referring. "If you don't mind us saying so," Tim continued,
"you've got a pretty nice set of thighs yourself. And the
rest of your body looks good enough to eat too." The boys
looked at Maria noting her reaction. She shifted in front
of them nervously.
Totally unsure of herself. Her mind blank and confused. She
also felt warm as if someone had turned on the heater. She
just stood there immobile. Maria's lack of response
emboldened Tim. In a soft voice he said, "Would it be O.K.
if I just took a little peak under your skirt?"
Maria looked at him with outrage, but did nothing as he
reached over slowly and began to raise her skirt. Finally,
mustering up the courage Maria said with forced lightness,
"Look you guys, I have a lot of other people to serve." But
she didn't move an inch and continued to let the boys have
their way with her, to use her like a human doll.
Tim raised Maria's skirt past the upper part of her thighs.
She knew she should slap him, but she felt like her muscles
were locked into place. She felt dizzy and somewhat giddy
at the same time. Her stomach felt empty except for a
sphere of anxiety that sickened her as it spiraled lazily
around her stomach. She felt physically ill, but
emotionally confused.
As Tim pulled Maria's skirt past the point of her thin
cotton panties all three of the boys blew out their breath
in unison. They could see that Maria had a abundant bush
that fully filled out her thin cotton panties. They could
see her cunt through the thin material. The stray pubic
hairs poking out of the sides of her panties.
Tim could feel his cock throb in his pants. "I know one
thing," Tim said thickly "Your pretty juicy too." He ran
his index finger into the wet folds of Maria's cunt, which
were moistening.
The shock of his touch broke through her daze and she
quickly slapped Tim's hand away. She looked furtively
around. Thank God they were on the slow side of the
restaurant. Otherwise somebody could have seen. Angry at
herself for her lack of will, Maria stated forcefully,
"What do you guys want? I'm busy."
Tim, already knowing how easy Maria was to manipulate
pretended nothing had happened. He calmly ordered his
entree and Mark and Steve did the same, taking the cue from
Tim to drop the game. At least for the time being. When she
brought their order they didn't even give her a glance.
The rest of her shift passed by uneventfully. There were no
more problems with the boys. In fact, when they went they
left her a generous tip. The whole episode seemed to
surreal that she wondered if it really happened. If she
really was so weak that she would let herself get felt up
like that in a restaurant.
As she helped her father and mother closed up the
restaurant she couldn't help remember the conflicting
emotions that went through her as her skirt was raised. She
didn't even try to stop him. Why? What was wrong with her?
That night she slept fitfully, tossing and turning, her
mind going a mile a minute, her nerves frazzled. She woke
up around 6:30 a.m. and was shocked to find that she had
her hand in her panties. Her middle finger curled up into
her wetness.
Shamefully, she took her finger out of herself and wiped
her juice on her mattress. Disgusted with herself. Not
wanting to further explore the Pandora's Box that had
started to open up ever so slowly. She turned her attention
to other matters. Today was Saturday and she had a lot of
stuff to do. There was a test coming up and she needed to
study.
Both of her parents were out so Maria decided to go study
at the neighborhood pool. This early nobody would be up.
She could work on her tan, not that she needed to get any
darker, and study the chapters she needed to know for the
test. After a quick breakfast of bananas and granola and a
glass of orange juice, Maria went up to her room and put on
her bathing suit.
She preferred to wear a one piece because she attracted
less attention and hated to be stared it, but unfortunately
it was dirty and needed washing. She paused uncertainly.
'who cares' she thought to herself, 'nobody is going to be
out this early anyway.' She took off her robe and pajamas
laying them on the bed. Maria quickly grabbed her other
suit, a white bikini, stepping into it sliding the bottom
of the suit up her lean legs, her fingers tugging the
material up around her shapely thighs and ass. She slid the
top up over her arms accommodating her heavy breasts into
the cups.
Feeling comfortable with the fit she reached behind and
deftly secured the strap. She glanced at herself in the
dresser mirror. Her bikini top was a tad too small and
enhanced the size of her breasts. Embarrassed, not wanting
to attract attention to herself, Maria threw on an
oversized California Angeles t-shirt, put on her flip-
flops, grabbed her history book and bounded down the stairs
Maria was relieved that she had the pool to herself. She
pulled out one of the pool chairs and adjusted it so she
could lay back, but not far enough where she wouldn't be
able to read her book. Stretching out she propped up one of
her sleek, firm legs to use to keep her book up. Subtly
adjusting herself she began to read, the sun now beating
down warmly on her body.
Down the street at Marks house, Tim was motioning to his
friends to stop making such a commotion. "You dumb assess,
hold on a second," he said angrily. "I'll let you take a
look once I know there is nobody around." Mark and Steve
shuffled there feet. Impatient, wanting to taking a peek at
Maria who was laying out about 100 yards away.
Ever since they had left the restaurant the night before,
they had been talking amongst themselves about Maria. The
size of her tits, how fucking hot she was, her thick bush,
the fact the she actually let them see her pussy through
her cotton panties. She didn't even try to stop them. She
had just stood there like a statue, her face passive, her
eyes reflecting her humiliation.
Afterward, adrenaline flowing, Tim thought they should just
crash at Mark's house and from there watch Maria from afar
with binoculars. They had a perfect view to her house. To
see how she was dressed, where she was going, and just gape
at her until they could figure out another way to continue
their little game. A game that Tim knew had the potential
of going on a lot longer then the night before. Mark was
the first one who noticed that Maria was heading to the
pool.
The boys were so worked up from the escapade at the
restaurant that they were up and about by 5:00 in the
morning. "Fuckin' A, that's her. She's going to the pool by
herself." he said excitedly. Tim grabbed the binoculars
from the nightstand to get a better look. Yep it sure was
her. There was no way. No fucking way you could miss that
body. You'd have to be blind or gay.
Tim scanned the entire pool area. Finding the area empty
other than the solitary figure of Maria. He trained the
binoculars back on her and adjusted the focus. At that
moment Maria grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her
head causing her to arch her back, squeezing her large
breasts, the big mounds stretching the material of the top
outward. Tim could see the swell of her breasts on the
sides, taut and firm. He licked his lips.
Tim said, "Forget the binoculars you guys, it's time to see
Maria close up. Take my cue. Don't say or do anything
stupid, all right?" Steve and Mark shook their heads in
confirmation.
"Okay, come on, let's go. Don't forget your swimming stuff.
We don't want to look conspicuous." With eyes glittering
with excitement the three boys made there way to the pool
trying to make as little noise as possible. Not wanted to
let Maria see them until the last possible second.
"Oh hi Maria!" Tim said with exaggerated friendliness.
"What a surprise. Do you mind if we join you?"
Oh my God, it was them! The three boys from the restaurant,
how embarrassing, where had they come from? Taken aback and
not wanting to appear rude, but irritated at the intrusion,
Maria asked them to join her, "Sure...eh... you guys, pull
up a seat."
The guys grabbed some deck chairs and make themselves
comfortable. Tim motioned to Mark and Steve when Maria
wasn't looking to sit on the other side of her so that she
was between all of them. Maria felt uncomfortable, but
tried not to show it. "I can't really stay too long, I have
a lot to do."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mark and Steve
scanning her body. She felt a slight shiver pass through
her. The boys ignored her comment. "What are you studying?"
asked Steve feigning interest.
"The Mexican-American war. I have a big test coming up next
week." Maria replied. She tried to concentrate on her book,
hoping the boys would stop asking questions. Desperately
wishing they would just leave. She needed to study and
having them here alone with her was making her nervous and
anxious.
"Who teaches that class?" asked Tim.
Maria looked up at him to answer and caught him looking
down at her breasts. He slowly raised his eyes up pausing
every few seconds until he made eye contact with Maria.
Maria could feel a slight mist of anxiety starting to roll
across her abdomen. She unconsciously shivered. "Mr. Nelson
does," she replied. "You wouldn't know him. He only teaches
at my school."
Maria tried to look like she was in control, but she was
obviously scared. Even her voice cracked a bit when she
answered his question. Even though it was early the sun was
already out and it was humid. Maria really wanted to jump
in the pool and cool off, but did not want the boys to see
her wet. She knew they would be able to see her nipples
through her top. Damn them. She felt warm, anxious and out
of her element. She noticed that they had scooted closer to
her.
She could feel a tension in the air. Something wasn't
right. Abruptly, Maria got up. "I really have to go now,"
she said nervously. "I.... I have some stuff do to in the
house."
Tim grabbed her leg playfully, his hand encircling her firm
calf. "You're so pretty Maria, so pretty," Tim said softly.
"You have the best body of any girl I've even seen. Don't
you agree guys?" He began to run his hand up and down her
legs softly.
Maria was embarrassed. She shifted back and forth on her
feet not sure what do to. She felt a tingling sensation
pulse up her spine making her quiver.
"You do, you really do. You have a great body," Steve and
Mark chimed in.
She saw them looking at her with longing. From the other
side of her chair, Mark and then Tim started to work their
hands across Maria's warm skin. Stroking her legs up and
down, their fingers feather light.
She gasped, her respiration increasing, "That's enough you
guys," she said with forced luster. Her body felt tense and
immobile. Just like at the restaurant. God, she had to get
control of herself, but she felt frozen. She began to
breath slightly faster.
The fact that Maria hadn't stopped them encouraged them to
push her further. Tim pushed Maria back towards her chair.
She lost her balance and plopped down her legs splayed
wide. She attempted to pull herself up but the boys were
all over her insistently stroking her legs, stomach and
arms.
She began to pant aware that she was not just feeling
humiliated, she was becoming sexually aroused. Desperately
trying to maintain control she said, her voice reflecting
her fear, "Please you guys, all right that's enough. I
really have to go.. please let me go. please!" She tried to
climb out of the chair, but was shoved down insistently by
Tim.
Bending towards her Tim said thickly, "Show us your tits
Maria. We want to see your tits."
A scalding heat seared through Maria's body making her
catch her breath.
"Come on Maria. Do it! show us those fucking tits," Mark
asked hungrily. "Show us like you showed us your panties.
Remember your wet panties Maria?"
Maria's nipples had begun to harden and elongate under her
bikini top. "Don't talk to...to me...like that," she said,
her breath coming in short little gasps. Her breasts felt
hard and constricted. The anxiety rolled back and forth in
her stomach likes sea swells. Maria hesitated, her mind
blank, her mind overloading with feelings. Feelings she
couldn't define. Feelings that she was letting enslave her.
This can't be happening again, she thought with anguish. It
can't!
Mark suddenly reached over and softly pinched one of her
nipples, making her moan. She made a motion to slap his
hand away, but in that instant, Mark reached over and began
to knead her other breast. Hefting the large mound and then
every few seconds rubbing and pulling at the nipple thru
the thin material of the bikini top.
Mark and Tim's ministrations were causing Maria to squirm
all over the chair. She was panting heavily. Steve could
see that the crotch of her bikini was darkening. He sucked
in his lip, his cock heavy in his shorts.
Tim pulled Mark away from Maria leaving her aroused and in
need.
She looked at them angrily, but pleadingly, not knowing
what to say or do. Wanted to run away, but unable to muster
the energy to do so. She sat on her chair panting heavily,
making her big tits quiver in the tight confines of her
top. Intermittently she licked her dry lips.
"Take off your top Maria, we want to see your tits," hissed
Tim. "They're so fucking big. We want to see them naked.
Come on. Show us!"
She clenched her teeth in shame and kept her arms to her
sides, clenching and unclenching her little hands, trying
to defy them. Showing them that she would not let three
teenage boys not much younger than her humiliate her
further. She was not going to obey them. She refused.
As the seconds ticked by it became a battle of wills. She
could see the boys looking at her, their eyes filled with
lust. Caressing her body from one end to another. She could
see reflected in them the pent up lust, the animal craving.
She could see that all three of them were hard. She could
see their cocks straining against the material of their
bathing suits. She looked away and scanned the pool. She
needed help. She couldn't fight them alone. But there was
nobody around to help her. She felt helpless and lost.
Physically, she felt hot and bothered too.
Her top felt so tight. She could feel her nipples throbbing
under her bikini top. Looking down at the ground, ashamed
at her weakness, her eyes watering, she slowly reached up
and around unhooking her top. Her large breasts no longer
confined to such tight quarters seemed to explode out of
her chest leaving the top in her lap. Maria's tits were
hard and firm, capped with dark brown nipples that poked
out of the aureoles. The tips hard and pointing out
defiantly. Her breasts were a soft coffee color in contrast
to the rest of her bronze skin. The sight of her was
absolutely breathtaking.
Momentarily at a loss at the shock of seeing Maria in all
her splendor, Mark and Tim quickly went to work, not
wanting to let Maria realize the folly of her mistake. The
folly of letting her repressed sexuality, her inner desires
override her judgment.
Although she began to protest, she felt completely
overpowered by the three horny boys. They knew exactly what
to say and exactly what to do. Not leaving her even a
second to think of a way to work her way out of the mess
she had gotten herself into. They began to systematically
heft her breasts, gently and then roughly, every couple of
seconds pinching her hard nipples and pulling them away
from her heavy breasts causing Maria to moan in both pain
and pleasure. Little pinpricks of heat that seemed to be
poking her from the inside of her skin.
Maria's hands were clenched tightly around the arms rests
of the chair and her body would arch up like a live wire in
tandem to the hands, which insistently were mauling her big
tits. Making them jiggle and bounce. She wanted to get up
so badly, to run away. Anything to end the shame and
humiliation that sickened her in it's intensity, the dual
pulls of morality and pure animal lust tearing her in half.
But she couldn't. She couldn't.
"Oh...sweet mother of Jesus stop... stop it," Maria said
panting as Mark and Tim pinched the hard nipples, pulling
them outward and then rolling them, over and over again
tightly between their fingers. Sending bolts of pleasure
rocketing through Maria's emotionally tortured body.
Finally Maria arched are back in aching need and at the
same moment squeezed her firm legs together with a guttural
moan. Knowing that they had more than partial control of
her Tim instructed Steve to get behind her and grab her
wrists pinning them above her head.
Panicking, Maria attempted to jerk herself up from the
chair, but could not tear herself from Steve's grasp.
"No...please...no!" Maria cried out in a panic.
"Hold her down!" Tim hissed to Mark. "I'll grab her legs,
grab her by the side."
Mark got down on his knees and hooked his strong arms
around Maria's tender torso his head resting on one of her
large breasts. Looking up at Steve he told him to put a
towel over Maria's mouth to keep her quiet.
Although it was early in the morning and the pool was far
enough away from bordering homes they couldn't afford to
let anyone hear Maria's loud cries of protest. Maria's body
tensed up and she shook her head from side to side
violently as Steve fit the towel snugly around her mouth
making her long hair flay wildly from side to side.
Tim bent down close to her, his warm breath on her ear. "If
you just play along with us, we won't hurt you. We know you
are enjoying this. Your bikini bottoms are soaked and you
haven't even gone in the pool yet." Mark and Steve smirked
at the comment.
Maria looked up him beseechingly, her eyes forming tears.
Her hands held up over her head by Steve as if she was a
side of beef on a hook. She began to cry, the tension of
the last few minutes leaving her mentally, physically and
emotionally exhausted. Knowing that further opposition
could result in possible physical violence, Maria willed
her self to quiet down.
Breathing through her nose she took deep breaths. 'I have
to stay in control' she thought. 'If I want to get out of
this, I have to stay in control.'
"That's good Maria," she heard Tim say. "You know you're
enjoying this."
Maria could only moan into the towel.
"Hold her tight you guys," Tim said as he reached up slowly
with his hands to her bikini bottoms. He grasped them
firmly from one side and began to pull them insistently
down the roundness of her firm ass, on one side and then
the other. Each pull uncovering more and more of her firm
skin. Tim took his time. Patiently waiting out the
inevitable.
Maria moaned back in her throat as she felt the fabric
being worked off of her. Each tug leaving more of her skin
exposed. "Raise your butt, c'mon," Tim commanded.
Shuddering with fear, her stomach flooded with anxiety,
Maria raised her tight ass off of the chair using her feet
to prop herself up enough so that Tim could slowly pull the
bikini bottom down her lean legs. He casually tossed them
away leaving Maria totally exposed. Completely naked. Her
body shuddered.
The three boys started at her firm body eagerly, their eyes
dancing all over her firm limbs, the perfect symmetry.
Visually consuming her large breasts, hard, pointy nipples,
taut stomach and firm, beautiful, legs that tapered up in a
graceful curve, ending at the thick hair at the juncture of
her beautiful, soft thighs. Each patch of exposed, firm,
brown flesh, causing their collective penises to throb with
desire.
Tim licked his lips. Maria laid back on the chair breathing
shallowly her eyes darting from one boy to the next, like a
gazelle ready to be brought down by a hungry lion. Unable
to move, her arms up over her head held by her wrists, her
mouth covered by a towel, her waist gripped tightly and now
two hands that were slowly encircling her slim ankles. She
knew she was at their mercy.
From his position Tim could see the folds of Maria's cunt,
which were slightly distended, and the cuntal juice of her
arousal, which coated the soft, upper areas of her thighs.
Tim looked up at Maria. "There isn't much you can do
Maria," he said, "We'll take the towel away from your mouth
if you promise you'll behave yourself."
Maria moved her head up and down quickly, the towel
covering her face making her feel suffocated. Tim motioned
to Steve to take it off her face. Maria took a large gulp
of fresh air. Anxiously she said, "Okay you got your
thrill. You've seen me naked. Haven't you done enough?
Someone might come." Her eyes furtively scanned the pool
area. Her heart sank when she saw that the entire pool area
was completely deserted.
Tim began to spread her sleek legs apart. Maria looked at
him fearfully.
Staring into her eyes he said, "To be honest Maria, we were
hoping you would let us fuck you."
Maria looked at him in shock and began to babble, "No...
no.. God no... not that....no way.....I'm not -"
"Shut up Maria!" Tim said scowling. "You like the idea of
us fucking your cunt, don't you?"
Tim's words ricochet in her mind, fuck.... cunt.... cunt...
fuck.... She felt a heat sear through her causing her body
to break out in a light sheen of perspiration. She took a
deep breath. Willing control. She looked at him defiantly,
"I'm not.... I can't let you do that!"
"Why are your nipples so hard Maria?" Mark said with a half
smile. His mouth just a couple of inches from the rock hard
nubs. "Do you want me to suck them?" he said slowly, "Do
you want me to suck your big, aching tits?"
Mark's words caused another wave of heat to course through
her, envelope her. Frightened, Maria attempted to bring her
arms down to stop him but was held in check by Steve who
squeezed her wrists making her wince. Mark hefted her
breast and fed her taut tit into his mouth sucking the hard
nipple into it, his tongue licking it quickly back and
forth while he kept a tight suction on the dark brown
aureole. Bringing it deeply into his mouth.
Maria sucked in her breath deeply, desperately trying to
mentally put out the fire that was smoldering within her
body. With his free hand, Mark brought it up to Maria's
full lips.
"Suck my fingers Maria. Come on. Do it!" he hissed.
Maria tried to pull her head to the opposite side but could
not escape the probing fingers. As his fingers brushed her
full lips he gently bit on her nipple causing her to cry
out. A tremor passed through her body. Maria opened her
mouth and began to suck his fingers. Running her tongue
around each digit and between them.
Feeling as if she no longer was in control of her body, but
a toy, a plaything. She sucked hard on his fingers. Mark
took his fingers out of her mouth and moved his hand down
to her free breast and began to roll the stiff nipple soft
and then hard while maintaining the sexual assault on the
other breast. Maria arched her back and groaned. She knew
she should end this before it ended in a way that would
forever change the course of her life, but could not summon
the inner will to do so.
As Maria was grappling with her confused feelings, Tim
began to slowly draw Maria's legs apart. Although she was
resisting as much as she could from the standpoint of what
she was saying, her body was betraying her. Marie's arousal
was obvious. The lips of her cunt pink, wet and distended
like the petals of a blossoming flower, vulva shining with
her juice.
As Mark continued the to suck and knead Maria's full
mounds, Tim bent between her spread legs and began to
softly lap at her vagina, his tongue running along the
folds of Maria's cunt and every couple of seconds, swirling
around her hard clit. He maintained a steady pressure. His
hands on each of her warm thighs holding them wide.
He kept her cunt as exposed as possible. Her wetness and
his saliva running down the swollen, wet folds of her
vagina. Each pass of his tongue over her sensitive clit and
vaginal lips causing Maria to jerk involuntarily in the
chair. His insistent tongue causing her to writhe back and
forth, helplessly.
As Tim continued to eat out Maria's cunt he looked upwards
and paused to watch Mark suck on Maria's stiff nipples,
which had turned a deeper shade of brown from the hard
sucking. Mark's greedy mouth alternated form one to
another. Sucking one firm tit hard with his lips while his
other hand was pinching and rolling the other, causing
Maria to flex back and forth on the deck chair,
defenseless.
A slave to her inner lust and the sick desire to please,
Maria was shaking her head back and forth. Her thick, black
hair, flaying from side to side.
Every few seconds Mark would alternate the two motions,
keeping Maria on the edge, causing her to moan anew..
Between her rapid ventilation's, Maria would feebly cry
out, "I...I... don't want this anymore...stop I.." but she
could not summon up the strength or the will to fight them.
Tim looked up toward Maria's face. Her eyes were lidded
with sexual arousal. Between pants Maria pushed her tongue
out of her mouth to lick her dry lips. The site of her
writhing uncontrollably with her arms held up over her head
brought Tim lust to a boiling point. "All right," he said,
his voice tight, "let her go. She has to do this on her own
free will."
Maria moaned, sucked her lower lip into her mouth, her body
heaving. The sudden end to the pleasure she was receiving
leaving her feel empty and irritated. Her stomach felt
jittery. Her vagina and breasts radiated a terrible heat
that both soothed her and scalded her. Denied the sexual
stimulation. She grabbed the handles of the seats and
jerked upward in frustration. She sat back panting. Each
quick intake of breath making her large tits shake
pleasingly.
Tim motioned to Mark to hand him the towel. "Raise your ass
Maria," he commanded.
Maria hesitated, knowing his intentions. Tim wanted to fuck
her. No way. There was no way. Absolutely no way she was
going to let him inside her. She couldn't.... wouldn't let
him.
"NOW I said!"
She paused, in agony, trying to stare Tim down. Finally she
dropped her eyes to the ground as a pool of tears gathering
at the corners of her beautiful eyes. She slowly raised her
hips, her tears beginning to run down her cheeks. Unable to
handle the spiral of thoughts and feelings swirling through
her mind and body. Her face crumpled as she began to sob
softly.
Tim folded the towel twice and then slipped it under
Maria's firm ass, raising it about three inches off the
chair. The elevated position causing her pelvis to flatten
out slightly, causing the dark triangle of hair to slightly
part revealing the wetness within. Mark and Tim stared at
Maria with an obvious animal yearning. Tim worked the
shorts off his body, his hard cock springing into the air
like a missile. His hard, throbbing cock protruded from the
base of his ball sack, filled to bursting with his warm
teenage cum.
It had been a while. A long while, since he had the
opportunity to discharge the cargo of seed that he felt in
his hard balls. He was glad he didn't jerk off last night.
He knew where he wanted his sperm to go. He edged himself
forward, his lance seeking the wet vagina beneath him.
Maria gripped the handles of the chairs so hard her
knuckles turned white mortified at was happening.
Plaintively, almost begging, she said, "Listen.... this...
this isn't right.... what.... what.. your.... why....
why... wh..." Maria tried to pull back into the chair, but
could go no farther. She looked at Tim's cock in horror as
he edged closer, the purple helmet of his teenage cock
scraping along Maria's hard clit that had extended itself
out of its little hood.
Bolts of pleasure radiated out of her pink, pulsing button.
Her sobs segued into crying. Larger tears welled in her
eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. Her voice quickening,
timbered with beginning hysteria she said, "Look I let you
see me naked. Please.... please don't put yourself inside
of me... please... don't.... don't.... you're not using
protection.... I'm ovulating, PLEASE!"
Tim just looked at her, his face blank and impassive.
Maria continued to babble. "Do you... you.... you... have a
condom... please say you do. please. please say you do.
God. please put one on.... I don't want to get pregnant. I
don't want a baby!" She looked at Mark and Steve
beseechingly, but found no empathy in their lust filled
eyes. All they cared about was getting her next. Fucking
her. Filling her with their sperm.
She heard Tim say, "Maria, reach down and put my cock
inside your tight cunt."
A ball of nausea passed through her stomach. She could feel
the bile rising in her throat while at the same time the
lips of her vagina, swelled and puffy with arousal, pushed
further out leaving the wet hole of her cunt hole exposed
for all to see.
"Oh God.... please... please... don't make me do this....
not this. PLEASE!" she said nervously. "I'm in the middle
of my cycle, please!" Her eyes reflected the fear she felt
and the dirtiness of the nonconsensual act that she was
being made to endure.
Yet, there was something else. Her own cravings that tugged
at her. Made her aware of her hard, heaving breasts, and
her legs that were pulled provocatively apart by the strong
hands of her tormentor. She felt locked in the proverbial
war of what was right and wrong. This was wrong. Her
parents hadn't raise her like this. She began to pant
heavier.
Tim licked his lips. His eyes roaming across her tense body
that was trembling imperceptibly. "Now Maria.... now. put
my cock in your cunt. C'mon I'm not going to tell you
again. I probably won't need to anyway, right?" he said,
maliciously. "Every time I use the word cunt, you seem to
get more excited. Look how soaked your getting."
Maria looked down. She could see how much juice she was
secreting. Her pubic hair was matted with it. The inside of
her soft thighs were slick and wet. "Oh...God..." Maria
moaned with shame and humiliation.
She reached down with a trembling hand and grasped the base
of Tim's engorged phallic. She bit her lip, hesitating,
willing herself to let go, to let the boy's throbbing cock
go.
Tim bent down and whispered in Maria's ear, "You're a
cunt."
Maria shuddered helplessly, a captive of her repressed
desires, a slave to her lust. She began to slowly move
Tim's cock towards the opening of the vagina.
"That's it you little cunt.... put my cock in your tight
little cunt," he said soothingly.
Maria moaned with fear.
"It's going to feel great Maria... really great... I can
hardly wait.... I know it's going to be tight... it's going
to be so great fucking you..." He spread her legs out a
little further. Anticipating her complete debasement.
Maria groaned with embarrassment and shame as she began to
sink Tim's cock into her vagina. Her little hand pushing
more and more of the hardness within her. Each push sending
more and more pulsation's of pleasure coursing through her,
as she worked more and more of the stiff rod into her wet
hole.
Steve had stopped sucking on Maria's tits to watch Tim as
he began Maria's debasement, but sensing Maria's confusion
and wanting to insure complete domination of the sexually
torn teen Steve motioned to Mark to get on side of Maria.
They both began to suck softly on her stiff, elongated
nipples, one each side. Hefting her large mounds and
squeezing them making her nipple stick out farther. She
gasped with perverse pleasure at the hardness stretching
and filling her insides, and now, the insistent lips and
tongue on her over stimulated nipples. She unconsciously
arched her back pushing her hard tits into the faces of her
sexual tormentors.
Maria gasped out loud in shock as Tim pushed forward on his
own accord burying his cock all the way to his cum filled
balls. She could feel the hard cock inside her, the inner
muscles of her cunt surrounding it greedily. 'He's going
to.... fuck me...' she thought, paralyzed with fear and a
perverse eagerness she couldn't fathom.
She tried not to think of his hard sack filled to the brim
with hot cum and the fact he wasn't using protection. She
squeezed her eyes together, pushing the thought out of her
mind. Terrified of her thoughts and how they made her feel.
She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't stop herself.
Maria shivered, sending goose bumps up and down her body,
as Tim pulled back slowly out of Maria's wet cunt, his cock
almost exiting and then he shoved slowly back again into
the smooth, silky wetness.
"God do you have a tight cunt," he sighed. Tim's words made
her moan helplessly.
He pushed her legs farther apart with his hands into a wide
V. He moved back into her again, his cock disappearing back
into her wet hole, making Maria groan deep in her throat
with wanting, with need, but also with fear. The fear of
losing complete control of her emotions, the double-edged
sword of surrender.
Unconsciously, she began to slowly rotate her ass. She knew
this was probably going to stimulate Tim more, but.... but
it felt so good. But this was so dangerous. So incredibly
depraved. This was something you read about in an erotic
story archive, but it didn't happen in real life. Another
shudder passed through Maria's body. She could feel her
vagina filled and emptied over and over again.
Each hard thrust, working her up more and more. Being
stimulated simultaneously in all her most sensitive areas
caused an overload of sexual feeling throughout her body.
The sweet pleasures bouncing throughout her lithe body like
pinball machine. Tim moved back, clenched his buttocks and
pushed forward again, slightly harder and faster. He was
having a difficult time maintaining a slow steady pace
although his main concern was not to give Maria pleasure,
but to cum, to discharge the cargo of sperm and relieve
that tightness in his hard balls.
He disappeared into Maria's cunt again, the cum filled
balls slapping the inside of Maria's warm thighs with a
soft thud. Maria could hear the steady, thud, thud, thud,
of Tim's sperm filled sack as he continued to pummel into
her, building speed. Her thighs were slick with the juice
of her aroused pussy. Tim groaned louder. His cock awash in
pleasure.
As Maria rotated her ass a little faster, Tim groaned
again, pulling out a little quicker and pumping into Maria
even harder on the next thrust, his heavy cum filled balls
slapping harder against Maria's soft, inner thighs that he
kept spread out and wide with his strong hands.
The sensation of being full of Tim's cock, that was
pistoning into her harder and with more urgency on every
stroke filled Maria with a flood of sexual heat, fear,
shame and desire. It felt... so.... so... so good to be
filled... to have that horrible itch of need and desire
vanquished by the sawing of the hard cock within her, but
she knew she couldn't let him ejaculate inside of her. She
had to stay in control.
She made herself stop gyrating her ass, but Tim was too
far-gone to care. Her period was at least 2 weeks away. She
had woken up that morning slightly warm and aroused. Today
of all days she probably was at her most fertile. Even one
sperm entering her womb would probably induce conception.
It was crazy what she let herself get into. It was
dangerous. It was stupid. She could get pregnant. What
would her parent's say?
The thought brought forth a cold realization. She was 17
years old and hadn't even started living yet. She hadn't
even started her first semester at college. She couldn't
let this happen. She was much too young to have a baby. She
suddenly felt scared and panicky.
She had to get control of the situation. Maria was panting
heavily and could barely talk, her breath coming in a rush.
The stimulation of her breasts and more so each stroke of
Tim's cock, making her weaker and wetter and less able to
articulate what she knew she needed to say. What she needed
to do.
Tim's strokes were getting faster now. She could feel his
balls as they rhythmically thudded against the soft, wet
thighs right below the wet, matted triangle. She saw there
was a tightness in his face. It could only mean one thing.
He was close to coming. She had to do something now. Now!
In between pants Maria gasped in panic, "Tim.... Tim...
listen.... please.... listen... I'm not on the pill... and
you're not using anything.... please.... for God's sake
Tim... pull out when you cum!"
Perspiration covering his set face, Tim placed his hands
around Maria's legs and raised them about an inch higher,
so he could bear down on her more. He wanted his cock to go
into her as deeply as possible. He continued his thrusting,
his face set, the intake of his respiration quick. He felt
his cock beginning to tingle. His balls began to slightly
rise up signaling the opening salvo of sperm into Maria's
soaked hole.
Panic gripped Maria like a vise. She knew what Tim was
doing. He was trying to insure the best possible angle so
that he would ejaculate directly into her womb. His two
friends watched him fuck Maria. Their own cocks straining
for release from the confining hold of their swimming
trunks.
Her body was shuddering with fear. She began to cry again
and babble hysterically. "Jesus.... Tim... Tim....
listen.... listen to me," she implored, knowing
instinctively that she only had a few seconds left before
Tim came.
Tim began to moan gutturally, "I'm close, just a few
more... fuck.... fuck.... fuck." His thrusting became
frenzied, his cock burrowing into Maria's hole so fast it
was almost a blur.
"No... no... NO!," Maria cried, "NO.... oh god please don't
cum inside me. Pull out! Please... please cum on my
stomach. Tim PLEASE!" Adrenaline shooting throughout her
body, she tried to use her arms to push Tim off her, but
sensing her intentions, Mark and Steve grabbed her arms and
pinned them down.
Looking deep into her beautiful brown eyes, Tim, his voice
constricted in his throat, gasped, "Oh FUCK.... I'm.... I'm
cumming Maria... I'm cumming in your cunt!"
In shock at what was occurring, but unable to stop it,
Maria could only stare back at Tim with revulsion and fear
as she felt the first contraction. This couldn't be
happening! It just couldn't! Worms of desperation filled
her insides, "No... oh God no..." she whispered.
She tried to arch her back tried to buck Tim off her, to
make Tim's cock come out of her vagina and shoot onto her
stomach, but it was impossible. Mark and Steve were still
holding her down too tight. No amount of contortions could
rid her of Tim's hard tool as it began its thick white
discharge.
"No.... Tim... pull out! PULL OUT!" She felt the slight
expansion of the pistoning cock inside her and gasped
loudly "Oh my God, No!" as the first onslaught of hot sperm
ejaculated into her, making her shudder helplessly.
Her body writhed underneath him as his contractions
continued, two, three, four times. Tim groaned with
satisfaction at each hard ejaculation. Each contraction
lasted a couple of seconds.
Maria could feel the threads of his warm cum shooting into
her like a fire hose at each down stroke. Pumping into her
deeply. Tim's potent sperm settling down deeply within her
as it made it's way to her womb. She trembled helplessly.
Her body quivering.
Finally Tim pulled out of her, slightly winded, his face
had a look of total contentment. His flaccid penis coated
with Maria's cunt juice and his sperm.
Maria sat back motionless, her mouth slack, her mind and
body in shock, her long legs spread out obscenely. She was
only dimly aware that Steve and Mark had begun to take off
their shorts.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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