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After Summer (F/b, ped, rp, preg)
by Anonymous Author (an37815@anon.penet.fi)
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This is my first story submission to the Internet. This
story is based on a sexual fantasy that I've had since I
was a small boy. The main players are a 12-year-old boy,
and an 18-year-old woman with some interesting results.
This is also a rape fantasy filled with graphic
descriptions of the sexual actions that occur within the
story. If this offends you, please read no further.
Otherwise... read on, and enjoy!
Special thanks go to Geoffrey Honaner, not only for
helping me correct my spelling and restructuring my
paragraphs, but for his time and patience in helping me
give depth to my story, develop my characters, and for
his ideas and suggestions.
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Mark's mind was wandering again - baseball was a lot
more on his mind than seventh-grade General Science,
about which Miss Fawn was going on and on. She was
caught up with the light refraction and photosynthesis
and try as he might, Mark could not push out his
opportunity to play ball tonight in favor of General
Science.
He let his eyes wander, and noticed that Robert was
rubbing his pants leg. Mark could see that Robert had an
erection and in effect was masturbating in class! That
was disgusting.
Although Mark was certainly an average 7th grader, he
had some strong views.
He liked MTV, skateboarding, baseball, and music videos.
But Mark was also different in some ways. For example,
and surprisingly given his age, Mark held rather
conservative political views. He felt strongly about
injustice and hunger and did his best to keep up with
world happenings.
Physically, Mark was short for his age, about 4' 3" and
slender of build. He had blue eyes and longish blonde
hair. He really did enjoy math and hoped to study
computer programming in college. His intellectual
interests might have pegged him as a bit of a nerd as
would his physical appearance. At least he didn't need
to wear glasses, and never envied the taller stronger
kids around him.
Mark glanced at Robert, the class masturbator, and his
face took on a look of disgust again. He didn't really
know Robert enough to dislike him, but Robert had been
unkindly and distastefully nicknamed "Bobby The Boner"
by all of the other kids and Mark suspected that Robert
felt himself in his other classes too.
He was glad that he only had one class with him. But
even so his disgust turned him to thinking about his own
lack of interest in sex, and his straight- laced morals,
which he rarely discussed. Although, he was proud of
both qualities. Other kids could risk their necks
beating their meat in class like Robert, or screw around
until they had the nerve to be shocked when V.D. or
pregnancy resulted, or suffer the heartaches and hard-
ons that Mark was immune to. Not Mark! He knew better.
Mark wasn't religious. His parents were Catholic but
Mark had decided a year earlier that he was agnostic.
Religious or not, he believed that sex was only for
marriage, and intended to remain a virgin until then.
Not that he was asexual, or a prude. He could laugh at a
dirty joke, or take interest if he caught a glimpse of a
Playboy magazine photo.
But he always avoided the lame discussions of penis size
or "who's still a virgin" that would happen among his
friends in the gym locker room. The subject of his
personal values was never broached unless someone
offered him a condom and dared him to use it, or asked
him why he hasn't been laid yet. Better to be thought of
as a nerd than as a total dweeb!
The teacher's lecture went on, Mark found his attention
shifting between the masturbator, taking notes, and the
clock above the black board which then said 11:45, the
remaining 15 minutes went by too slow for Mark. He was
anxious, and when the bell rang he quickly stood up,
packed his notes and book into his school bag, and
walked out.
After he put his bag into his locker, he walked towards
the West end of the school where there was a concrete
stairway, which led down in a Northerly direction to the
nearby senior high where most of his schoolmates would
end up after they passed the 9th grade. Everybody else
was having lunch, but Mark wasn't hungry.
"Maybe she'll be there," he thought to himself - it was
a visit, which he had put off for the first two weeks of
school.
The friendship started last month during winter quarter,
when Mark decided on a curious impulse to visit the
senior high just to check it out. As soon as he stepped
onto the lawn, he saw her. She was about 5' 9", had jet-
black curly hair, light complexion, green eyes and a
nice build. She wore a pink turtleneck sweater, blue
jeans, and sneakers with white socks. He might have just
passed by her.
She had looked at him, crinkled a bright sunny smile,
and said "Hi I'm Joanni McClennon!"
"I'm Mark Wilson," he almost stammered, really unsure of
how to respond. He had no experience here.
Joanni's eyes darted up to the junior high, then back to
Mark. "You came down from there?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes." Mark replied. "I just thought I'd come down and
check things out."
Mark and Joanni sat down on the grass and talked until
1:00 in the afternoon, when they both had to get back to
their classes. "Damn, look at the time," Joanni said
with a start. "Gotta get back, Mark." She reached out
with her right hand and gave Mark a tickle on the nose.
Mark smiled as she turned and walked back to school.
His face tingled with the tickle she gave him. He sighed
with satisfaction and walked briskly back upstairs to
his own school.
That was their first meeting. After that, Mark made a
point of going down there at least 3 times a week. Mark
didn't exactly consider her a girl friend. He wasn't
looking for one. Most of the girls in his school were
too immature for his own tastes. And...Mark knew that
the age difference between himself and Joanni precluded
that kind of relationship.
He was only three days past his 12th birthday when they
met, and she had turned 18 a month before in January.
Still, she was very attractive and sweet natured. Mark
remembered the titillation that he felt from his first
nose tickle. He LOVED the way her face dimpled when she
flashed one of her sun shiny smiles at him when they
met. Sometimes when she was eating a bag of french-fries
or potato chips she would share them.
Although Mark was 5 grade levels below her, he was
knowledgeable enough about current events, local
happenings, and general pop culture to keep his end of
their conversations going. She always took interest in
what Mark had to say, and they always enjoyed each
other's company.
It had been a month and a half since Mark had seen
Joanni. Now he had a new schedule but by now he felt
comfortable with it. He headed on toward past his school
toward the High School. When Mark reached the West end
of the school, he turned and started to walk down the
concrete stairs, which led to the senior high.
He remembered his last visit as being just as pleasant
as the others. He had told Joanni that he wanted to
major in computer programming when he reached college.
She wanted to be a writer. Mark remembered that Joanni
said she wanted to have a family someday. He thought
that she would probably be a good mother too.
Mark recalled the day when one of the female hall
monitors brought her newborn baby to the high school. It
was her day off, so she just wanted to show her baby to
her co-workers. Joanni was with Mark and he remembered
how gently she held the baby when the mother let her do
so, and how quietly the baby napped in her arms. He
recalled that when she returned the infant girl to her
mother, and they walked off, Joanni nodded her head
thoughtfully and said "I want a baby so much..." in a
quite voice.
There were people walking in both directions of the
stairway, and Mark didn't want to run down while he was
daydreaming about the recent past, so he walked
casually. The last thing he needed was to fall and break
his face or cause someone else to do the same.
As he drew closer to the end of the stairway, he felt
the unfamiliar dull ache in his crotch, partial due to
the snug fit of his jeans, but the feeling that always
seem to come with his growing anticipation about seeing
Joanni again. He took the last step off of the stairway
and walked towards the lawn. In only 10 seconds, he saw
her from behind.
"Joanni?" Mark called. She turned around. Mark saw her
face, and realized that he'd addressed the right person.
"Hi Mark!" she cheerfully responded.
Joanni was wearing a pink silk skirt that came down to
just below her knees, and a brown leather pair of casual
woman's shoes. The kind that show the instep of the foot
down to where the cleavage of the toes begin. She wasn't
wearing any socks. They walked towards each other on the
lawn, and met halfway. Joanni held out both her hands
and Mark took them into his own.
"How are you doing? How have you been??" she asked.
"Fine, and you?" he answered.
"Oh, the break was just great. So were my grades. 3 A's
and 1 B." she replied.
"That's GREAT!!!" said Mark. "My grades weren't quite
that good, but almost."
After a few more words, Joanni retracted her hands and
slipped off her shoes. Holding them with the fingers of
her left hand, she re-offered Mark her right hand and
the friendly exchange continued with talk of each
other's classes, schedule, and generally things that
happened over the school break.
As they were standing on the grass, Joanni maneuvered
over to Mark's left side, her right hand clasped in his
left. Mark glanced down at her feet. It always amused
him how casual women were with their feet. It seemed
that they went barefooted or wore sandals more often
than males.
Sometimes Mark would see his mother use her toes to play
with the telephone cord while she was on the phone, or
see a girl at school wiggle a pencil between her toes
while studying between classes. It seemed like a
feminine thing to do. Of course, it was a hot day, and
Joanni's feet were pretty! Mark always liked seeing
them, and hoped he could find some excuse to touch them.
Joanni placed one foot forward, and slowly they both
started walking side by side on the grass. They were
both happy, enjoying being with each other and chatting
about almost anything. Mark who still didn't have any
real romantic designs on Joanni had almost forgotten the
age difference. She made that easy.
Joanni liked Mark too. He was a smart, likable young
man, always courteous, and good-humored. Qualities that
she'd like her children to have, when she had them.
Although...personality traits aren't genetic (as far as
Joanni knew) and intelligence was only partly genetic.
So were good looks! Joanni let Mark know on occasion
that he had both.
They only saw each other during the 12:00 to 1:00 lunch
break, but on some days she'd helped him with his math
homework. Mostly, Mark needed the reassurance she gave
him, especially before a 1:00 math test. He was also a
bit modest about his looks and one day during a
conversation he said, "I'm such a nerd... Even some of
the girls at my school are taller than me."
She responded by saying "Mark...That doesn't matter! I
think you're a very sweet boy. You're smart, nice
looking... And someday when someone special enters your
life I bet you'll make some nice young lady very happy!"
Her accolades were sincere and not made to dissuade any
sexual intentions on his part. She knew that neither
wanted the other in that way. Platonic though it was,
both found their friendship to be mutually satisfying
and very genuine.
But Joanni's resolve was also genuine. She would soon
graduate, move into her own place and start college.
Long before leaving college, she would enter the real
world of having to make decisions. She'd have to be
strong for them. Such as the decision she'd pondered
over the school break. A decision whereby one person
would serve a brief role that meant life long
fulfillment for another. And...she was right! Mark WOULD
someday make a young lady VERY happy!
She was not sure that Mark was capable of it though. His
slender build - the fact that he never seemed to look at
her the way some of the senior boys did, that disgusting
leer that seemed to undress her with their eyes. She
wanted no part of them. What she had in mind would be
for HER, not a quick satisfaction for some....
Could he? Was he maybe gay? She knew a junior boy who
had features like Mark and he was gay? Did looks have
anything to do with it? Or was he developed enough? She
had no clue. She'd glanced at him when they held hands
and had never noticed a swelling in his crotch.
Joanni had no boyfriend at present. She'd been friends
with the junior boy. He was one of the nicest boys at
the school, but he was gay and they were just friends.
There were other boys at the school. The geeks and
nerds, as they were so dubbed by the so-called "cool
crowd" (or cruel crowd) because of their lack of
interest in drinking and sexing it up. They were ok, but
they seemed to show an equal lack of interest in Joanni.
The rest of the boys were the cool crowd. That motley
crew of juvies, punks and jocks who considered sex to be
a conquest; a piece of ass was a merit badge to them.
For all their promiscuity, and the "no means yes"
attitude that dominated their thinking, Joanni would
NEVER put her body or mind at risk with any of them.
Indeed, there was much to be said for virginity.
But...it was a mixed blessing that protected one from
misfortune, and denied one the rewards that could only
come with its termination with the right person, in the
right place, and at the right time.
As they walked along the grass, they passed by the
concrete path, which divided one part of the lawn from
another. They were walking towards the high school gym.
They were still reminiscing about the events of last
quarter when midway along the second patch of grass.
Joanni stopped. "Mark, let's go in the gym and get out
of the hot sun."
"Sure," Mark cheerfully agreed, although a bit puzzled.
The gym had two turquoise colored doors. Not the regular
kind that you see on a house of course. The kind that
you had to open by pushing a metal bar. Two brick and
concrete steps led up to them. One of the doors was
open. Mark would've thought that those brick and
concrete steps would be BAKING HOT from the sun, but
Joanni had no trouble walking up them in her bare feet.
The gym's interior seemed dim, probably because their
eyes needed to adjust to being out of the sun which at
this time was the only light source for its interior,
shining through its cloudy windows, and mostly through
the open door. There was a huge mat spread out on the
floor from a wrestling match that was held the other
day. It was probably a welcome change for Joanni's feet.
They were still holding hands and talking about silly
things that kids can spend hours yakking about that come
from enjoying each other. They stepped on the mat and
kept walking towards the back end of the gym.
About three fourths of the way across the mat, Joanni
stopped.
"Mark, do you know any Judo?"
"Geez, no? Do you?" His reply was one of awe and
respect.
"Well, here we are on this great mat, and no one's
around. Let me show you some basic moves."
She dropped her shoes and stood very close to Mark.
"First thing you need to do is learn how to fall. Here,
let's get your shirt and shoes off," she said.
Joanni reached down and took Mark's shirt from the
bottom and began lifting it over him. Automatically he
raised his arms just as he used to do when his mother
dressed him. Joanni tossed his shirt aside and Mark
kicked off his own shoes.
"God, let this work! This has to be done right." she
thought nervously.
"I'll throw you first on your back and try to pin you.
Don't try to avoid me," she said. Joanni put her left
hand on Mark's right shoulder and took his left wrist in
her right hand. When she touched him Mark felt a tingle
run down his spine and the ache in his crotch increased
just a bit.
Suddenly Joanni flipped him on his back! He hit hard and
the breath was knocked out of him. He felt momentarily
paralyzed. Joanni executed some moves with lightening
speed. She pounced on Mark, sitting astride of him and
pinned him to the mat with her left hand at his throat.
He was helpless to respond.
Mark was stunned! His face was numb, and he was dazed.
He fluttered his eyes a couple of times. Had he been a
fully conscious observer of this event, he would've
thought that the recipient would see stars but each
blink of his eyes produced what looked like an after
image of Joanni's toes peeking just above his visual
horizon. Mark wasn't sure, but he thought that it was
because she stood up and nudged his chin with the heel
of her right foot. To see if he conscious perhaps?
He wasn't hurt physically by what had occurred since the
mat had cushioned the back of his head from any serious
injury. Mark was stunned not only with the speed of what
happened and the fact that Joanni had such skill, but
the impact also carried with it a kind of sexual shock
which basically resulted from his unexpected contact
with something he found titillating.
There were indeed worse sensations that could accompany
being assaulted. If pleasure were the right word for the
sensation, then for Mark it was only a small fraction of
untried pleasures that he'd never have bargained for.
Joanni stood over him for a second, with her feet on
each side of his pelvis. She reached back and took hold
firmly of Mark's crotch. Mark knew he could not fight
back when he was held that way. She had a firm grip on
his testicles and he had enough experience to know how
much being hit there would hurt.
Joanni not only held on to Mark's crotch but began to
work her hand there. She was exploring Mark's equipment.
Her earlier anxieties were partly relieved, for Mark was
only 12 but he did have a penis of reasonable size and
it was responding to her ministrations.
Joanni suddenly released Mark's throat, raised up on her
knees and in a flash slipped off her panties and tossed
them onto her shoes. She dropped right back on top of
Mark and grabbed him in the crotch again. Then by
letting her feet slide in opposite directions away from
each side of Mark's pelvis, she lowered herself to sit
astride him just below his groin. She then curled her
legs and feet back hooking the instep and toes of each
foot into the inner thigh of each of Mark's legs and
pinned his wrists to his sides with her knees.
Through half lidded eyes Mark could see Joanni
straddling his waist. As far as he could tell, her face
was expressionless. She wasn't even looking at him. Her
attention was focused on her lap. She pulled her skirt
away from Mark's crotch. Mark was still gasping for
breath and paralyzed. "What's she doing?" he mused, even
when he felt her hand at his waist unbuttoning his
pants, running down his zipper and sliding into his warm
underwear.
Joanni's hand now was inside his briefs and massaging
his penis which was semi erect. Her hand explored all
the parts, running along his penis and around it -
touching the head then underneath it and down to his
scrotum.
Joanni used deft and nimble manipulations that
alternated between two methods. First by holding his
semi-hard penis like a garden hose and rubbing along its
length, sometimes rubbing with just her thumb. Then by
squeezing and massaging his testicles. During her manual
efforts her demeanor remained impassive, as if she were
just washing dishes. Mark would've thought that she'd be
REAL worried that someone would come in and see them.
Mark tried to speak. "Wa--ya--Doin?" he heard himself
say in a slurred whisper. His head was still spinning.
No response.
Joanni was still occupied only with her activities,
apparently undaunted by the possibility of being caught,
or by Mark's attempted speech, and continuing penile
flaccidity. It was the latter that she was working
against. She wanted... needed for him to have an
erection.
Mark's head was clearing. Slowly, like a wisp of smoke
rising from a newly extinguished fire his consciousness
was clearing -- just enough now for him to start asking
himself why she was doing this. His being nonplused was
diverted however by his growing awareness of what was
happening to him between his legs; his penis was
beginning to expand.
"Why is she doing this?" Mark puzzled. He couldn't
believe the situation he was in. He'd been deviously led
to a secluded spot, assaulted, restrained, partially
disrobed, and his privates subjected to the unwanted
touch of his partially nude assailant. If Joanni was
trying to embarrass him, she'd need an audience, or at
least a camera. This wasn't like having his trunks
pulled off in the swimming pool or being pushed out of
the locker room naked. They were alone with each other
and she was more preoccupied with fondling than looking.
"Is she just feeling me out?" He thought. A sudden jolt
of understanding came as Mark realized he was becoming
erect. "She's trying to make me hard! SHE'S GONNA SCREW
ME!!!"
Despite his young age and being a virgin Mark knew what
sex was. He knew what rape was too. Mark had never
remotely considered rape as an acceptable act under any
conditions. He'd always thought it was something which
some adult men did to adult women.
From what he recalled from many TV talk shows about
rape, the violence/power aspect of their motives, and
his mom's occasional warnings about child molesters,
he'd always pictured such persons as being grimy looking
alley dwellers in trench coats. The thought of being
raped at so young an age by an attractive adult female
NEVER occurred to him and however chauvinistic it was,
he found the concept utterly alien and infuriating!
Mark had to do something. His penis was lengthening and
hardening in Joanni's hand. If she was going to do what
he had realized she would soon force him insider her,
claiming his virginity and whatever else came with it.
"LET ME GO!" Mark hissed, quietly but with a venom that
surprised even him. His voice was coming back now.
Joanni's eyes were diverted only for an instant. No use!
They were away from the open door, and people outside
were making too much noise to hear him. Mark tried to
move his legs and wrists without any success. Her legs
were implacable.
Mark could feel his heart pounding now. He could feel
the blood pulsing into his penis as it continued to
respond to the erotically ticklish massaging that Joanni
employed. He tried to WILL the erection from his organ,
but to no avail. Mark was dismayed and further
infuriated that his penis would fail to obey. Worst of
all, he could feel himself physically enjoying it. That
he, or any part of him could derive ANY pleasure from
being intruded upon. His member throbbed and pulsed
unabated. What had been like a handful of wet noodles
now had the texture of a rubber hose, and would soon
have the hardness of a broom handle.
Until now, Mark's penis had been Joanni's sole focus.
Her attention to it along with its refusal to soften at
Mark's desperate will were as if it was a separate
entity. Now it was finally bloated, more so than it had
ever been. A fat moist sausage engorged with blood and
infused with the sweet pleasure that it had received
from Joanni's hand. And it was ready to answer her
needs. She released his penis and shifted her position
by rising on her knees maintaining her tight grip on
Mark's waist and thighs. She raised the front of her
skirt with her left hand giving Mark a brief but clear
view of her sex.
Joanni pressed the thumb of her right hand at the base
of Mark's penis on his pubic region to make it stand
upright. Then moving her pelvis forward so that her
vagina came just above him, she lowered and impaled
herself on his member. She then brought her knees
forward and re-asserted her grip on his body.
Even the preceding events hadn't prepared Mark for the
enormity of the experience. Mark had never before seen
an the sexual apparatus of an adult woman up close. His
younger sister Maria didn't count. She was only 9, and
the last time he'd seen her private area was years ago
while his mom was dressing her. He'd once seen his
mother frontally nude from her open bedroom door, and
that was a brief view from a distance. What he'd seen
now was pretty much what he'd expect from that
experience and a few things he'd seen in a Penthouse
magazine.
A jet-black triangular patch of pubic hair that was
creased by the slit which formed her labia. Moist, pink,
and hungry looking. What was really surprising was Marks
own organ which was red and looked swollen to 3 times
its normal length. When she engulfed him her labia
instantly clenched tight at the base which Mark thought
sealed his chances of losing his erection.
Mark felt a queasy tickle in his penis and scrotum as if
the former wanted to escape. A giddy warmth in his loins
spread through him in a tingling and numbing radiance.
Nevertheless, if Joanni's manual foreplay had been only
a prelude, this was only the first step towards her
goal.
Now at last, she brought her weight to bear. She had
fully mounted him to complete what she'd started. Mark
felt the intense tickling of her pubic hair as she moved
the end of his hard penis to the opening of her vagina.
She rubbed the end of his penis in those hairs and ever
so slowly slid along his penis until he was completely
inside her.
She began to undulate her hips in a gentle rocking
motion with the deft and sensuous rippling of a trained
belly dancer. Even now, her face and manner remained
dispassionate and differed only in that now she was
looking at Mark's face.
"Joanni, please stop!" he muttered quietly. There was no
pause or response.
Their eyes met. For a moment, Mark let himself be lost,
staring into the pupils of her lovely green almond eyes
which showed neither malice nor guilt. He found the
blank detachment in them to be unbearable and averted
his gaze to her abdomen which fed his mind with equally
disturbing images. He could now see how much control she
exerted over him.
The placement of Joanni's feet, and legs, with how she'd
centered her weight on him were such that she didn't
even need her hands to restrain him. She simply kept
them at her sides, while she dominated him with her
hips. For an instant, Mark admired her mastery and the
deft and expert way she moved.
The voluptuous rippling and smooth rhythmic swirls of
her belly and pelvis were done while her upper body
remained stationary, as if her thorax and abdomen were
detached with the former merely hovering over the
latter. Abruptly, Mark's anger re-asserted itself with
the sudden shock of a slap across the face. He scorned
himself for feeling that small glimmer of adulation.
As the act progressed, Joanni's vigor increased. The
gentle rocking of her hips became a staccato succession
of jerking movements which replaced the former stillness
of her upper body and shoulders with subtle shaking and
swaying which in turn echoed in the subtle jiggling of
her breasts beneath the pink silk fabric of her blouse.
Her vagina which already held a firm hold on him
constricted to a vice-like grip that gave Mark a
contrasting and sickly sweet mixture of pain and
pleasure.
As Mark's arousal filled and invaded every part of him,
he felt his skin perspire, and his heart pound harder!
The latter sensation echoed in his throbbing penis the
tip of which at times he thought lightly grazed the tip
of her cervix when she jerked her pelvis. He even
wondered if the genital pulsations he felt were his own
pulse, or hers. If it were hers, it invited the question
of what she was feeling right now. A question that until
now had been dismissed by her methodical coldness.
But now, for the first time Mark could see the first
crack in Joanni's stoic veneer. At times her lips seemed
to twitch and part ever so slightly. With equal
frequency and subtlety, he thought that he could hear a
very faint high-pitched whine.
What Mark heard was no mistake. Joanni's fervor betrayed
that fact by ascending to an even higher level. The
jerking movements that she employed became forceful
thrusts that shook and throttled Mark's small body and
made her head and upper body pitch in concert with the
wild flapping of her breasts. Her facial muscles
tightened, splaying her mouth into a downward turning
grimace that revealed her clenching teeth. Her sounds
now audible, were deep moans and grunts of passion that
seemed animalistic and incongruous to the image of charm
and refinement that Mark had always ascribed to her.
"Ugh... Ughh... Aghhh... Ooh... OOOooohhh..." She rode
him fast and furious, panting and huffing with the
hurried fervor of a hunter lost in the pursuit rather
than the capture!
Mark's own drives were overtaking his reason in like
manner to the way they tortured and pleasured his loins.
He still felt his resentment at being used, and forced
into a sexual encounter while so young and un-married.
But deeper within his mind, his drives were erupting and
threatening to blot out his sense of outrage at being
raped and robbed of something irretrievable. It was as
though he was possessed by a primordial animal that
wanted to be raped or didn't care, and commandeered his
body to gratify itself.
Mark's sensual bliss suddenly spiked to its highest peak
and their physical union was consummated. Mark felt an
incredible stirring in his crotch and then in the pit of
his stomach. A wave of pleasure was building up within
him as he'd never felt before. He thought he would burst
and in spite of himself he thrust his hips up in the air
lifting Joanni with him as he ejaculated. His semen shot
upward in a stinging gush of utter pleasure.
Joanni felt it too. Not that she could have done
otherwise. She felt it as Mark did. Their joining,
though one of bodies rather than minds or hearts had
climaxed into an exquisite rapture whose source Joanni
took within her body. Her very soul!
Her intimacy with Mark's body, if not with Mark himself
had brought her to completion and orgasm. And Mark knew
that! It was evident in the convulsive change he felt in
the grip of her labia, manifested in the spasmodic
rippling of her belly and arching back, and gloriously
displayed by the straining and distention of her neck
muscles as she clenched shut her eyes and teeth into a
grimace and threw back her head.
Joanni sighed silently. Then without a word, their union
ended as abruptly as it had begun. Joanni knelt over
Mark, took his penis and pulled his pants up. Then, in a
mechanical detached manner that showed no concern for
what Mark was feeling, she stood up and pulled up Mark's
zipper over his penis without tucking it back. She
walked over to her discarded panties and shoes, stepped
into them and walked away without looking back.
Mark was fully conscious now, but very weak from the
shock and exertions of his experience. He lay there for
another minute, languid and spent with exhaustion.
Finally, he interrupted his lethargy by reaching his
right hand to his zipper. He opened his fly, tucked his
penis back in place and closed it again. Slowly he got
to his feet, put on his shoes and shirt, and when he
reached the open door of the gym he marched back to the
stairway without trying to see where Joanni went.
*
It was 12:50 when Mark reached the top of the stairs. He
was glad that he didn't have a math test that day, and
that he was familiar with the material that his teacher
would probably cover at 1:00. He was in no shape for it.
His face was flushed and he felt weak. He wondered if it
would show.
He also felt hurt. He couldn't believe the way his body
and instincts had betrayed him. His own genitals had
received pleasure from Joanni and repaid their debt in
the likeness of a transaction that he had no say in. He
knew that he wouldn't see her again. He chose NOT to
make the attempt. The hard part was having to think of
Joanni now as a propho popping, condom carrying slut!
Of course, she never produced a condom during the act.
That wasn't the point. She simply raped him, and when
she was done she walked away. There was nothing he could
do. It wouldn't help him to cut class so that he could
languish in dreary mooning over an event that he could
never explain. Mark went to his locker and retrieved his
school bag for his next class.
Summer had come and gone. It was hot, dull, and mostly
un-eventful, but it was still a welcomed relief from the
arduous remaining months of school that Mark spent in
anguish. In spite of this, his spring grades had been
excellent much to his pleasant amazement.
Mark spent much of the summer in silent brooding over
his last encounter with Joanni. He never returned to the
senior high, or told anyone what happened. Not his
friends or peers who at best would've congratulated him
for getting lucky, and at worst would've laughed at him
for being taken by a chick! Or the authorities, who for
lack of evidence and for all he knew would've only given
her a slap on the wrist if ANYTHING!
And, not his parents. They would've believed him and
shared what they could comprehend of his anger. But
despite their faith and empathy, the lack of proof,
infection, or serious injury might've prompted them to
suggest that they all just go on with their lives,
grateful that he wasn't injured or killed. Mark's life
would go on whether he accepted the event or not. He
simply didn't need to hear things like "Well you didn't
do anything wrong, you weren't hurt, and it's not like
she made you pregnant."
He often thought of Joanni. Most of his thoughts were
wistful memories of their past friendship, the rest were
devoted to working out his anger and putting his
emotions into perspective. Like a jigsaw puzzle! That
metaphor somewhat described the incremental way his
purity was lost. It had begun as a bland perfunctory
exercise, and ended in an unbridled rapture of passion.
He'd been restrained under her naked private region, his
genitals exposed and fondled, and then given an
unsolicited glimpse of her vagina. Finally, the process
of thrusting, and the finale of ejaculation and orgasm.
There was another aspect to Marks feelings too.
Something which kept gnawing at him and he couldn't
quite put his finger on it. As if his mind had drawn a
veil between his memory of what happened, and what it
meant or what its outcome would be. There were a few
times during the summer when that veil was subtly
disturbed by random events, but never drawn aside.
One such time was a hot day in July when Mark was
walking down the sidewalk along the local park. He
stopped when he saw a woman. Her belly was swollen with
what looked like 9 months of pregnancy, and would
probably give birth that week. She didn't see Mark who
simply turned in the opposite direction and walked away.
Another such time was when Mark was sitting in his room
watching a talk show segment about abortion rights. One
of the female guests was arguing with a male member of
the audience.
"You're not the one who has to carry the baby for 9
months!!! It's the woman's body that's involved, NOT
yours...and once she's pregnant, it's HER decision. The
man has no say in it." said the female speaker. Mark
frowned, shut off his television and dug out one of his
comic books.
In any case, it was September now. The first Friday of
fall quarter. For some reason, Mark found himself in
another 11:00 A.M. science class. Last spring it was
General Science, now it was Earth Science. His return to
school had come with some nervous anxiety whose cause
wasn't fear of another event. It was the distasteful
memories.
Once again as he was taking notes and listening to the
lecture, he eyed the clock as lunch break drew near. He
had another personal errand that would also pre-empt his
meal. He had no wish to see Joanni. He couldn't anyway.
She'd graduated last June and moved on. It was just as
likely that she'd have nothing to say to him even if
they ran into each other.
At last the bell rang and as before, Mark repeated the
process of collecting his materials into his bag, and
walking to his locker. His pace was slower than last
time. His enthusiasm was less. He'd decided that the
best way to deal with his neurosis and anxiety was to
face them. He decided to pay another visit to the high
school. If he could be at or near the place where it all
started maybe he could shake off some of the weird
feelings that he was having.
Mark started down the stairs which were not crowded by
much people traffic. Nevertheless he maintained his slow
pace. He was deep in thought and as he walked, he felt a
nervous tickling uneasiness in his scrotum which he
likened to having butterflies in the stomach. It was
obvious why this sensation had localized there.
Ever since Joanni had ravished him, he'd experienced
what he jokingly thought of as the opposite of
impotence. His penis had remained rock hard for at least
an hour after she walked away, and resumed that state
every time he thought about it. Many times, it would do
so unexpectedly even when his thoughts were elsewhere.
And then there were the "wet dreams," those nocturnal
emissions that seemed to come ever more often. He and
Joanni were in all sorts of sexual positions with her as
aggressor. The dreams always ended with him ejaculating
all over himself and his pajamas and the sheets. It even
happened once when he had a friend over staying with
him. He awoke in the middle of the night from a dream
and got up to clean himself off. His friend, Dick, was
so astounded with what had happened to Mark he couldn't
talk. As much as Mark felt taken advantage of by Joanni
he felt she was continuing to control him in some way by
these erections and wet dreams.
His erections, particularly at school, always came
without his emotional participation and needless to say
it was happening now. With it came a strained feeling of
fatigue, as if his organ was tired from being erect so
often. Mark tugged at the crotch of his pants and
adjusted them. He almost felt like his penis was going
to punch its way out and spurt all over the ground. When
he reached the end of the stairway, he stopped and faced
the South end of the high school for a moment. He then
proceeded left and took the sidewalk across the front of
the building.
Mark felt more the stranger there now. Joanni had been
his only real acquaintance at the senior high. Now, she
was gone along with all of the other 12th graders from
June. There were a few familiar faces from last spring.
One of them waved at him and he returned the salutation
but never spoke to anyone.
A familiar question started to gnaw at him again. "Where
would that sleaze-oid get birth control pills?" From her
parents, or on her own? And...did she use pills? Did she
use a sponge, i.u.d., or diaphragm? Joanni certainly
didn't put a condom on Mark. A female condom perhaps??
Mark started across the grass towards the gym. He
stopped within 10 feet of it and stared. The doors were
closed. It was just as well. If coming here were the
best way to face his feelings, the gym would have been
the best place to go, but it would've been the hardest
too. It would wait for another day. The concrete path
which bisected one part of the lawn from the other led
from the high school to an opening in the hedge which
bordered the lawn.
He walked through this entrance and took a stairway
which descended down the slope on which the school was
built. He reached the end which terminated onto the
asphalt plain of the huge student parking area. Today
wasn't as hot as it was on his last visit. There was
even a gentle breeze that felt pleasant against Mark's
scalp since he'd recently wet and combed his hair.
Mark hadn't anticipated the need to hide but fortunately
there was a nearby car behind which he secluded himself
when he suddenly noticed something. About 10 yards
ahead, he saw Joanni standing on the asphalt!
She was standing next to a white Toyota that must have
been hers. She didn't see Mark, her left side was facing
his direction and Mark cautiously peered over the hood
of the car that he hid behind.
He wasn't afraid; he wanted to listen. Mark guessed that
she was just visiting some friends who were still at the
school. Joanni was busy chatting with two other girls,
one of them, a redhead of Joanni's height, the other a
shorter blonde. Mark judged them to be good friends of
Joanni's from their laughter, smiles and friendly
manner. Mark could barely but sufficiently hear their
conversation which turned from reminiscences of school,
summer, and graduation to updates on each other's
activities and the typical girlish gossip about some of
the locals and their acquaintances. He took notice of
Joanni's appearance.
She was wearing a light blue dress which came down just
below her knees, and white leather sandals on her
otherwise bare feet. A gold necklace and brown leather
purse hung around her neck and left shoulder
respectively. Although Mark couldn't really see it from
his proximity, she had adorned her lips and the nails of
her fingers and toes with red lipstick and red nail
polish. What he could discern was the round bulge of
Joanni's belly.
Mark's eyes bulged! He was no doctor but he knew how fat
people looked. Joanni didn't have a double chin. Her
arms and what he could see of her legs didn't have the
pudginess that should accompany the obesity that was
suggested by her swollen tummy. Was she pregnant?? Mark
continued to listen in stunned silence.
His heart was pounding. He tried to swallow but his
throat was dry and tight. Whatever happened, he couldn't
just walk away without knowing! Another taller girl
joined the trio and gave Joanni a hug. The reunion
seemed jubilant now. All four of them seemed to be close
chums. The three other girls envied Joanni in a fond
sort of way. They were happy for her since she'd
graduated and moved on to bigger and better things. Now,
their focus of attention and conversation drew towards
Joanni who seemed to have the most and best news to
share. Mark's own attention heightened when Joanni
placed her right hand on her protruding abdomen.
"JOANNI! I haven't seen you in so long, how have you
been?" said the taller girl.
"Just great!! Lynn, I haven't seen you around either.
Where've ya been?"
"Oh, I've been working up North as a counselor at Camp
Harmon. You're looking great Joanni!"
"Thanks, I feel great. I'm so happy. Did you hear about
my scholarship?"
"No."
"Well, after graduation, I applied for a scholarship and
admission to Berkeley, and BOTH CAME THROUGH!!!"
"Outta sight!" said the shorter blonde. "But when do you
go? Their fall quarter must be started already."
"Yes, it is. I'm going to start in January. Now wouldn't
be a good time."
The shorter blonde bounced on her heels in anxious
anticipation of what would be said next. Then, the
taller girl spoke again.
"Oh yeah...Jamie wrote me a letter while I was up North.
She told me that you were expecting."
"Yes!! It's due in late December."
Mark felt as if a worm had darted up his urethra and
curled up in his bladder...or scrotum. He wasn't sure
which. The blonde became effervescent. Her knees
twitched slightly with excitement.
"Only six months along? You look bigger." said the
blonde.
"Yeah, I know but it's only been that long."
Joanni's friends giggled and the redhead spoke next.
"How do your parents feel? I mean are they dealing with
it?"
"Yeah--well, they were upset at first. My mom cried, I
cried, my dad was upset, my two younger brothers didn't
know what to think, but they're ok about it now."
"So...how exactly did you handle it? I mean giving them
the news. Jamie's letter to Lynn said that you weren't
telling anyone who the father is."
"Well, I admit not very well. I just waited until the
obvious signs came, and told them that I was pregnant. I
guess it could have been worse. Mom and dad asked me a
lot of questions like 'Who's the father? Why didn't you
use protection? What about V.D.?' But, it's settled down
now."
"So, are they being supportive?" The tall girl asked.
"Yes. I made it clear that I didn't intend to saddle
them with my baby, I'd raise it. And they respect my
decision to keep it instead of putting it up for
adoption or having an abortion. Abortion's not an option
now anyway since I'm in my second trimester. They also
respect my decision not to say who the baby's father is.
I just told them that it was someone who wasn't going to
be in my life, that I knew he was clean, and that I only
had sex that ONE time in my life...which is true. I
didn't lie to them about anything, I just don't have
anything more to say about the father."
"And, your parents...they're fine with that?"
"Yeah, my parents insisted that I get a check-up for any
s.t.d.'s but of course the tests came out negative my
last examination with the obstetrician came out great
too! So...everything is working out. I chose Berkeley
because my family is moving there too, by the end of the
year. They said that they'd be willing to watch over my
baby at their house when I'm at school until I make
arrangements with the college day care center."
Joanni was VERY happy! Mark could see that. It showed in
her eyes, her smile, even in the subtle movement of the
hand that rested on her belly. To Mark, the finality of
her words were the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle. To
Joanni, they spoke of an important new thread in the
tapestry of her life. The endearing tableau of old
reunited friends seethed in Mark's mind, as did the one
that would follow...One of mother and child, to which
He'd been an unwilling contributor. This time it was
Mark who walked away.
Mark spent the months that followed in anguish and
brooding. It did NOT dominate the rest of his life,
though a trace of his resentment always remained. Even
after a curious thing that happened one December night
when he was still age 12.
He woke up from what was almost a dream. No images, just
a single sound. It was the sound of a crying infant.
Mark believed in psychic phenomena in the same way he
believed in UFO's. They exist, but he'd probably never
see proof. The dreams only significance to him was that
it was December, and Joanni's baby was due then.
And Mark was almost right about the dream. Three days
later, Joanni delivered a beautiful black haired, green
eyed, baby boy with Mark's complexion and weighing 8-1/2
pounds as Mark did at birth.
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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