From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:48:48 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 1/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:48:48 -0700
WARNING:
This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be the "TheEditor."
Angie Makes Friends
Chapter 1
"All the students whose names I called will leave now and
report to the auditorium for the sex education film for freshmen,"
Mrs. Hildebrande announced.
A banging of seats and books ensued and twenty-five of the
thirty students in the room rose or prepared to rise.
On his way out, Brad Harker stopped to leer at Doug Fleming
and Angie Marlowe. "You little kiddies be good while we're gone."
"We don't have to take courses in sex to find out what it's
all about," Angie retorted tartly.
Doug looked up from his biology book and whispered
composedly. "Don't fuck all the girls while the lights are out."
Brad laughed confidently. "If I fucked one, that would be
more than you ever have."
Doug's face flushed with anger.
"You might be surprised," Angie said, taking Doug's side.
"Are you kidding? This retard is a dull grind," Brad said
positively. "The local genius! Studying and research projects.
That's all he's ever done. He's never seen a single sex education
film in his life and never taken out a girl."
"You don't know all the things I study or the projects I work
on," Doug said coolly.
"Who're you trying to put on!" Brad said unimpressed.
"Well, you don't know," Angie said staunchly. "Doug learns a
lot about sex from his father and I learn about it from my father.
We don't need to go to those sex classes."
A loud rapping interrupted the conversation.
"Everyone out, please," Mrs. Hildebrande said crisply.
"Get your ass in gear," Doug said in a superior tone to Brad.
Brad looked first at Angie then at Doug, doubt flickering in
his eyes. "If you two know so much about sex, why have you held
out on the rest of us?"
Doug and Angie stared at him with poker faces.
Brad looked at them sardonically. "I'll be asking you soon.
You better know something worth knowing." He turned and walked
away.
The two watched Brad disappear out the door, then Doug turned
to Angie. "I didn't know you knew so much about sex."
She flared back defensively, "I didn't know you knew so much
either."
As soon as all the students were gone, Mrs. Hildebrande
tapped for attention again. "Because there are only a few of you
left in the study hall, you may study, read, or talk, if you keep
your voices low." She smiled at them graciously and then turned
her attention to grading papers.
Doug felt that same old sinking feeling in his stomach that
he'd felt so often lately. The harder he tried to live a
peaceful, logical existence, the quicker he found himself
entangled in an impossible situation. Why had he taken offense to
Brad's childish words? He knew what a silly ass Brad was. He
thought he had inured himself to the stigma of being left out of
the sex education classes long ago, but here he was--upset again.
He guessed he wasn't missing much anyway. Probably the same old
anatomical diagrams his father had showed him on the sly. And the
school board members didn't allow the teachers to talk about
anything really interesting or exciting anyway. So why was he
annoyed? Mainly because he wanted to know, he admitted to
himself. Really know what sex was all about. For the past year
he had been merely curious, but lately he had gotten obsessed with
the idea of knowing about it. Probably had something to do with
all those wet dreams he'd had lately. He knew he shouldn't care
what the other kids thought of him. But he did. He couldn't
stand the thought of Brad's face smiling triumphantly when he
found out Doug didn't know anything about sex. Telling all the
other kids.
Angie's mind was working overtime. It wasn't her fault she
didn't know about sex, it was her mother's fault. Any time the
subject came up her mother reacted violently against it. Angie
could never find out why. Her mother wouldn't tell her anything
about sex. It was always 'Nice girls don't sit with their legs
apart. Nice girls don't say those words. Nice girls don't ask
those questions until they're old enough.' Hell, if sex was such
a bad thing, why were adults always wanting to do it? Why did
they think it was such a big thing? Could it really hurt children
to know about it? Her father didn't think so. He'd wanted to
tell her about sex several times but her mother always butted in.
Then there'd be a big scene. Her mother would scream about
getting a divorce, making a big scandal. Her father would end up
shaking her out of her hysteria and her mother would shout, 'Don't
touch me with your filthy obscene hands! Not after you've touched
all your nurses.' Angie wondered what she meant by those words.
Did her father have sex with his nurses? He probably didn't with
her mother--she wouldn't even let him touch her.
A poke in her back roused Angie from her thoughts. She
turned to face Doug.
"Tell me all you know about sex," Doug commanded.
"Look," she retorted, "I was only trying to help you out.
Brad was so obnoxious."
"I didn't need your help before, I need it now."
"Don't you know anything about sex?" Angie asked pityingly.
Doug blushed. "Of course I do. But Brad doesn't want to
know ordinary facts."
"What makes you think I'd know anything different?"
"Your father is a medical doctor, isn't he?"
"He doesn't consult me about his work," Angie said,
deliberately aggravating.
"Haven't you kept your eyes and ears open and picked up a
thing or two?"
"Mmmm," Angie said mysteriously, fluttering her eyelashes at
him provocatively.
I wonder if she's been laid yet, Doug asked himself. She has
a wide mouth. If the grandmother tales are right, she should have
a large vagina.
Angie nervously drummed her fingers on the desk. "My father
does have a lot of medical books in his office." But I haven't
read any of them, she finished in her mind.
"You've read them?"
"Well-l. Just glanced at a few," she lied. I am going to
read them. Soon, she thought. No matter what Mom says. I've
waited long enough.
"What did they say?" Maybe he could get her into a petting
session, if she wouldn't go all the way.
"There were a lot of diagrams, like in the biology book."
That was safe to say.
"Anything new?" Doug asked hopefully. "About how it's done?"
Would she go to bed with me? I'm not very good-looking. Would
any girl?
"Mmmm." Angie looked down at her fingernails. She wasn't
going to tell him she didn't know anything.
"I can tell. You didn't understand them." Girls were so
dumb. On the other hand, that might be an asset. Would she or
wouldn't she?
"Well, at least I know where it's at," Angie said daringly.
She laughed. I wonder if he's tried it yet? Maybe Brad's right--
he's not interested. If he'd come over, we might try it!
"Maybe if you could borrow one of your father's books, we
could study it together."
"Yes? Where would we study it?"
"In the library?"
Angie shook her head. "Too public."
"At my house?"
"I can't go out with boys. My mother won't let me until I'm
sixteen." Her tone was martyred.
Why in the hell is she encouraging me to ask then? Doug was
outraged. "You could tell her you were visiting a girlfriend," he
said mildly.
A knot of sorrow caught in Angie's throat. How she wished
she could! She'd wanted to have a close friend for so long. But
the girls never seemed to notice her. She'd even thought of going
up to one--Mary Jane Watson especially, she was so popular--and
starting a conversation. But she'd never had the nerve. At the
last moment, she felt cowed. Out loud she said, "My mother knows
I don't have any girlfriends."
"Oh." Doug felt defeated.
Angie saw the disappointment on his face. Maybe he is ready,
she thought. What we couldn't do together. She leaned closer to
him. "But you could come to my house."
Doug looked at her and blinked his eyes. She was such an
illogical girl. Jumping from negative to positive.
"Unless you're afraid to," she jibed.
At last! A proposition. Loud and clear. Why not? Her
parents probably went out a lot anyway. He smiled. "When?"
"Tonight?"
He could re-arrange his schedule. Put off starting that new
research project. "What time?"
"7:30?" Will he have enough nerve to come? she asked
herself.
"Okay," Will she let me do it to her? he asked himself.
* * *
That night it seemed as if everyone was watching him as he
walked the two blocks to her house. He stood uneasily on the
doorstep and rang the bell. As soon as she opened the door, he
escaped inside.
"Come," she said.
She had on some fancy lounging pajamas in a slinky material
that moved sensuously with every step she took. Her smooth
undulating buttocks fascinated him. What law of engineering did
they operate under?
The room was way in the back of the house, isolated from the
other rooms. He felt a little shocked as he stepped into it and
saw the bed. This was her bedroom!
"Drinking?" She held up a bottle of wine.
Doug nodded casually. He thought, anything you can do, I can
do.
A stereo on the wall was blaring rock-n-roll music. 'Let me,
baby, baby, won't you let me?' the young voice sang sensually to
the pounding beat. Doug felt his heart begin pounding.
Angie smiled slyly as she handed him the large wine glass
filled to the brim. She held up her glass in a toast. "To your
health," she said and drank.
Nervously, Doug gulped the wine down, hardly tasting its
sourness. Angie refilled his glass. Her liquid brown eyes were
excited. They kept looking at him expectantly.
What did she want of him? "Did you get a book?"
"Oh, I meant to tell you," she said casually. "My mother
doesn't allow me in the office. We'll have to break in."
"Break in?"
"You're supposed to be a genius," she cooed. "It isn't that
hard to pick locks, is it?"
"Depends on the lock. I don't have any tools with me."
They went to the front of the house and Doug inspected the
office door. He shook his head. "The spring is too heavy. It
would take me two or three hours to open it."
"Damn!" Angie said impatiently.
"Any other openings to the office? Doors? Windows?"
"No other doors. There are windows in two walls, the front
of the house and the side."
"Let's go out and look them over."
Outside, Doug decided it would be easier and less conspicuous
to climb the tree on the side of the house and try to open the
side window. He climbed up the tree and walked along the branch
toward the window. The limb was weak and every time he neared the
window, he would dangle just out of reach of the window sill. He
bounced several times before he finally caught the sill; then he
laboriously pulled himself up until he had both elbows on it.
Gently, he pushed at the window, hoping it was unlocked. It was.
He pushed it open and scrambled inside.
Angie ran inside the house and Doug let her in the office.
Together they read the titles of the books on the shelves.
Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior looked promising but turned out to
be a book of definitions. Sterility and Its Treatment contained
nothing of interest at all, at least, what they could understand
of it. The Principles and Practice of Gynecology had some large
diagrams of female genitalia drawn from about every angle.
However, the pictures were so detailed that both Doug and Angie
got lost trying to understand them.
"Doesn't your father have any easy books?" Doug asked
despairingly. "Something for beginners?"
"He might at the hospital. I don't know." Books, she thought
contemptuously. How much do you learn from books? Damned little!
"There's only one other way," Doug said, eyeing her
tentatively. Will she or won't she? he kept asking himself.
"What?" she asked innocently. Does he mean what I think he
does? She didn't know him well enough to guess.
"Try it," he said firmly. He was shaking inside, waiting for
her explosion. Suppose she laughed at him?
Angie stared boldly back into his eyes. "How much do you
know about it?"
He might as well take the chance. "Nothing. How much do
you?"
"Nothing." I might as well admit it, she thought.
"Well?" he said matter-of-factly, "are you game?"
Her eyes recognized the challenge in his. "If you are." Can
I go through with it? She wasn't sure.
"Let's go back to your room."
They carefully arranged the office as they had found it and
went out the door, setting the handle, so it would lock behind
them.
Back in her bedroom, Angie opened a dresser drawer. "I'll
put a nightie on."
"You don't need one. It's better naked, they say."
"I'd rather." She dropped her eyes and rushed past him to the
bathroom and closed the door.
Doug felt curiously abandoned. He undressed slowly, piece by
piece, and waited, sitting on the bed. Time passed and he
shivered. Was it anticipation or was it cold? His mind was
racing. Was he really going to find out what sex was like? He
hadn't thought his chance would come so soon. He glanced at the
clock on the nightstand. 8:30. Angie had better start moving, he
couldn't stay much longer. And he was getting cold.
An idea came to him. He went over to the dresser, rummaged
through a drawer, picked out a frilly short nightgown and put it
on. He knocked on the bathroom. "Angie? Angie?"
No answer.
He tried the door knob gently. It turned. He opened the
door slowly and peeked in. Angie was sitting on the toilet,
staring at the floor in front of her.
Doug stepped into the bathroom, walked into her line of
vision and stopped.
Angie's eyes slowly took in the long bony feet; they followed
up the hairy skinny legs and on up to the bony knees just below
the edge of the ruffle. Then her eyes jumped to his face.
Doug simpered. "When is the slumber party going to start?"
He looked so grotesque pretending to be a girl that Angie had
to laugh, "Now. I'll be right out," she said when she could stop
laughing.
"Hurreee," Doug said in a forced feminine falsetto. "I've
got so much to tell you. And we've got so much to do!"
Angie started laughing again and motioned him out.
Doug fluttered his fingers goodbye to her and clowned like a
showgirl before he closed the door. He grinned to himself as he
slipped out of the nightie and climbed into bed. He laid his
glasses on the nightstand. The price one had to pay for a woman!
He felt old and experienced.
Angie bustled into the room, avoiding his eyes. She turned
down the stereo. "It's too light in here." She turned off the
lamp; the room became black. Shyly, she climbed into bed beside
him.
His angular firm body felt strange and exciting to her. Each
time she felt a part of his body touch hers--a shoulder or a leg
or a hip--electric sparks flashed through her body and she would
edge away nervously. She'd never felt like this before.
The excitement of feeling Angie's softly rounded body near
his erected his penis. He put out a hand to touch her, but she
pulled away.
"You said you would, Angie," he reminded her in a low voice.
"It feels funny and I'm a little afraid," she whimpered in
her low little girl voice.
I can force her, he thought. It would be so easy. His
desire demanded to be sated. He imagined forcing himself on her.
But after the fantasy faded he knew he could not. I can't take it
unless she gives it to me. Strange. As sick as he was of her
virginity, he couldn't just take her. Damn! Why should he have
to be this way? There were always catches to everything.
"Of course it does," he said soothingly. "It feels strange
to me too. The first time always does."
Doug lay there, silently cursing himself for being the way he
was. Damn, he was burning. His penis wanted in. He sighed
deeply.
Angie heard his sigh and thought, he's thinking of Brad and
all those kids at school. Facing them would be awful if they
didn't do it. She slid over against him and whispered. "Go
ahead, do it to me."
Awkwardly Doug climbed onto her and gently spread her
slightly resisting legs apart. He had to kneel to examine her
pussy. Where was her vaginal opening? She was so nervous it made
him feel nervous. She tensed and jumped when he touched the soft
curls of her sparse young pubic hair. He gently parted it with
his thumbs and separated her outer cuntal lips and felt for the
inner labia. His finger explored downward for the vaginal
opening. When he found the tiny pink mouth it was throbbing
gently. He pressed the moist fleshy lips open and she jumped and
tensed her body even more.
Embarrassment swept over him. He had never imagined sex
would feel as bad as this! But he couldn't stop now, not with her
lying here with her legs spread so far apart for him. He lowered
his body down on top of her and pressed his hard penis against her
tight vaginal opening and Angie tried to wiggle away. So many
strange emotions and sensations flowed through her body. This was
too real, her mind screamed. Too obscene. Not beautiful and
romantic as she had dreamed. Fright clutched her.
Doug kept trying hard to push his hardened cock into her and
she kept wiggling away from him until she had retreated all the
way to the foot of the bed. Nervous and preoccupied with the
mechanics of the act, Doug suddenly felt his penis go limp in his
fingers. Humiliated, he stopped trying and lay breathing heavily
beside her.
Both lay there wondering what would happen next. Should they
say something?
After a moment or two, Doug's nervous tension lessened and
his penis erected again. It was burning to enter her. Blindly he
again fumbled between her legs. He tried two or three times, but
each time his desire was destroyed by the frustration of his
failure to enter her.
Was this the sex extolled in rhyme throughout the ages? That
drove men on to greater glories? He couldn't believe that even
his father would put up with this with his mother every night.
His penis erected again. Plucky Pierre! One more try, he
promised himself. This is as bad as some of those chemical
experiments that wouldn't turn out, he thought. This time he
wormed the smooth rubbery head a little way in, only to slip out.
His spirits rose and his desire with them.
Angie was moaning with pain; tears were streaming down her
cheeks.
Oblivious to her, Doug poised his now desperately throbbing
cock outside her vagina and gave a strong pelvic thrust.
Angie tensed, cried out in pain, then blacked out. Losing
consciousness caused her to relax momentarily and her vagina
opened involuntarily and slipped like a warm, tight glove over his
penis. Blood gushed out and felt hot on his legs.
Doug thrashed frantically over her a few times; then he felt
the cum bursting deep down inside her quivering little belly. A
sudden intense feeling and then it was gone. Angie didn't react
at all, as far as he could tell. Her legs lay limp and wide-
spread out on either side of his body.
He felt spent. His penis relaxed and slipped out when he
moved, so he rolled off of her and laid alongside her. He tried
to analyze what had happened. He'd been awfully hot outside her
but as soon as he'd got in, he'd become instantaneously hotter.
And then he couldn't recall what had happened. Exactly. Was that
all there was to it? He was disappointed. He had expected more
than a transient intense feeling and then whammo, nothing! He
really hadn't felt much. Most of the excitement came from the
knowledge that he, Douglas Fleming, had finally and actually had
intercourse with a live girl.
Angie felt battered physically and mentally. Pain ached
between her legs. Her thoughts spun in a senseless whirl. Every
nerve end tingled. Emotions flickered lightning-like throughout
her body. She felt dirtied--raped. How animal! Repulsive! How
could men like it? Did they?
"Did you like it, Doug?" she finally managed to stammer out.
"Well, not a lot," Doug hedged. "It happened too fast.
Sudden like. Did you feel it?"
"No. It hurt. I don't see how anyone enjoys it. My mother
must be right. It's only for men to enjoy."
"This is just the first time," Doug argue. "In science you
don't build your theories on the first experiment. Or on negative
evidence."
"But what if that's all there is to it?"
Doug snorted. "Highly unlikely. Why are adults always so
crazy about it?"
"I'm sure I don't know. And I don't care to," she added
petulantly.
Doug tried to reason it out. "If adults like it so much,
there must be a pleasurable feeling to it or they wouldn't do it.
If we didn't feel pleasure, we mustn't have done it right.
Therefore, the sex act has to be learned, I guess."
"Animals don't have to learn it," Angie said.
"Most of them live by instinct. Humans are animals too, but
specialized animals. They differ from the lower animals in
several ways. They have to learn lots of things--why not the sex
act?"
Angie felt cheated. She had expected so much and all she'd
gotten was a pain between her legs! She would have loved to enjoy
it to get even with her mother. Damnation! And here the old turd
turned out to be right. That hurt even worse than the screwing!
Now all she could do was go up to the old bitch and say, "Mom,
you're right. Screwing is a pain in the ass." Wow! That'd make
the old witch drop her choppers. She'd love to see the expression
on her face!
Doug was lost in thought. Were virgins always that hard to
get into? That girl had a natural chastity belt! He thought he'd
never make it. Sometimes that old try, try again routine really
pays off. He chuckled mentally. He wouldn't mind trying it
again. Right now. But he didn't think Angie'd go for it. He
stole a sidelong glance at her. She was frowning. No. Better
not push his luck. But there was that one moment there. A mind
blowing feeling barely started. If he only could have held it
longer. And longer and longer. He tried to imagine it again, but
he couldn't. He wondered if Brad had ever felt it. He bet not.
Not if he accused them of holding out on information. He just had
to do it again. To see if he could recapture that feeling.
"Let's try it again, Angie," he said enthusiastically.
"No. No." She rolled away from him. "I don't want to!"
"Not tonight," he reassured her. "Another night. After
we've had time to learn how to do it right."
"It wasn't any fun for me," she pouted.
"But it could be," he said optimistically. "Think of all the
married people that go to bed every night--"
Angie interrupted. "My parents don't."
"They don't?"
"No, they don't," Angie said strongly. "My mother won't even
let my father touch her. She has her own bedroom."
"Well, where did you come from?" Doug asked. "Are you
adopted?"
"No, I'm not," she said indignantly. "My mother had a hard
time when I was born. She told me. She doesn't really like kids-
-or husbands. We make her nervous."
Doug looked into Angie's eyes. "She just got scared off.
Before it got to be fun. Are you going to be like her? Quit too
soon?"
Angie looked deep into his eyes. What was his game? Did he
like her at all? Just a little bit? He didn't just want to hurt
her again? She hesitated.
Doug put his arm around her and hugged her to him. "I'm
sorry I hurt you this time, Angie. Really. I know it was rough
on you. It was partly the way you're made. I had to break your
hymen. Before we try it next time, we'll learn something about
it. We'll make a special project of it. We'll get some books.
I'll study about the physiology and anatomy of sex and you'll
study about the techniques of doing it. What do you say?"
Angie snuggled against his bare chest. She did like the feel
of his naked male body and the smell of it, too. It felt
comforting to be in his arms. And he was so eager and happy. She
liked to see him smile. He looked different with his glasses off.
A suspicion entered her mind.
"Did you feel something I didn't?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," she said impatiently.
He stopped to consider whether he should tell her or not
before he replied. Hell, why not? Maybe he could give her a
false hope. He looked in to her eyes. "Well, just for a minute
there, I had this intense feeling. But it went away before I
could analyze it."
Angie's curiosity was aroused. "An intense feeling? Do you
suppose a girl is supposed to feel it, too?"
"They must," Doug said positively. "All these mistresses the
French kings had in the history books. I bet they didn't fuck
just for jewels!"
Angie considered the lewd word for a moment. "Does your
mother f-fuck with your father?"
"Of course. And they're always feeling each other up. When
they think I'm not looking," he added.
They stared into each other's eyes, each weighing the idea
and the other's reaction.
"If it didn't hurt so much," she whined.
"You're going to be like your mother," Doug warned.
"No!" Angie said angrily.
"Give yourself a chance to get used to it," Doug pleaded.
"It probably doesn't hurt when it's done right. I'll try to help
you. Come on, let me fuck you once more. Please?"
Angie couldn't resist his begging eyes. "Okay. Once more.
Only."
"It'll be better next time, you'll see," he said confidently.
"We'll be able to tell brad lots of things."
"Not that we did it," Angie objected.
"Not that," he agreed.
"Are you sure we can find some good books?" she worried.
"Lots of them. The library must be full of them."
"I've never run across any," she said pensively.
"If I don't find any book, I'll spy on my parents," he said
grandly.
Angie gasped in shock, "You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I?" Doug said boldly. "They're always encouraging
me in my research work,"
A picture of Doug peeking out from a closet at his parents
humping in bed filled Angie's mind. She started to giggle
uncontrollably. Doug caught her hysteria. They wrapped their
arms around each other and rolled on the bed, laughing wildly.
Chapter 2
Angie was lying on a down-filled bed, dreaming. Out of the
darkness, a man's voice softly whispered in her ear. "I love
you." A gentle breath in her ear sent thrills through her body.
She turned toward him and held his arms out toward him. Eagerly,
he came into her arms and twined his own about her. She delighted
feeling his body against hers. His strong sinewy muscles were
commanding and protective. They kissed and fires started burning
within her. Their fingers began to explore each other. Her mind
began to reel as passion consumed her.
Suddenly, an intense light came on, so bright that it dazzled
her closed eyes. She opened them and looked. Her lover was her
father! Before she had time to sort out that fact, she felt a
cold presence and looked to see her mother approaching the bed.
The horrible expression on her mother's face struck her dumb. She
couldn't breath. Waves of fear immobilized her. Her mother's
cold eyes bore relentlessly into hers. She began to choke, to
fight for breath ...
And then she woke up. Startled, she looked around the room
to see if her mother was there. She was not. With a loud sigh,
she lay back and tried to relax--to think.
Why did she have such an awful dream? Her own father? She
loved him but she hadn't really thought about doing it with him
before. And her mother. That set expression. How cruel,
unforgiving. What if she did find out? About her and Doug? Her
mother would never forgive her. Never.
She shouldn't do it again. It was too risky. When Doug came
on Friday, she'd tell him. No more. Enough. He has plenty to
tell Brad now. More than enough. He'll be satisfied.
The argument sounded so reasonable in her mind. Surely Doug
would go along with it. Peace flooded her mind for a time.
She began thinking about Doug. What a funny boy. Nice,
really. Considerate. But he had his funny little ways. The way
he sat his glasses so precisely on the nightstand. Always trying
to explain everything. Think things through.
Oh, yes. Think things through. The words struck an alarm. His
insistence on completing a project. He wouldn't want to stop
until he felt he had found out all he could find out. How could
she overcome that? Persuade him to stop?
She concentrated very hard, but no ready answer came to mind.
It was hopeless to tell him she knew all she wanted to know. But
... if she could tell him she knew all she wanted to know. Yes.
If she could say she'd talked it over with her mother ... She
didn't need to know any more, thank you very much. We can still
be friends. Maybe it would work.
The more she thought about it, the better the plan seemed to
her. Cheered, she decided to ask her mother about sex at the
first opportunity. Then she could go back to her old life. Not
very exciting. Not exciting at all. But secure.
The alarm on the clock-radio rang. Angie reached over and
turned it off. She decided to dress quickly so she could get to
breakfast early. Maybe she'd have a chance to ask her mother
then.
Angie watched her mother furtively, trying to discern her
mood.
Mrs. Marlowe bustled between the kitchen and the breakfast
nook. Anxious lines creased her forehead; her mouth drew stern
lines around her set jaw. No sooner had she sat down at the table
and spread her napkin in her lap the toast popped up and she
noticed the jam spoon wasn't on the table so she got up and
bustled off to the kitchen to get it.
When she returned to the table she meticulously set about
buttering her toast. Her face was seriously intent, as if she
were writhing the Declaration of Independence.
Angie decided that her mother was behaving normally so she
might as well ask her now.
"Mom," she asked hesitantly," why couldn't I go to the sex
education classes this year."
Mrs. Marlowe looked at her sharply. "Why should you go this
year? What makes it any different than any other year?"
"Our biology teacher says everybody should know about sex by
the time they're fourteen. And I'm fourteen now."
"You're still a child."
"No, I'm not. I've been menstruating for two years."
"That doesn't matter. You're not old enough to marry. You
don't need to know until then."
"Does one have to be married to be able to understand sex?
How come Maggie could get pregnant without being married?"
Mrs. Marlowe screeched angrily. "Put that out of your mind.
Maggie was just a maid--she was no lady."
"How come other parents let their children learn about sex?"
Mrs. Marlowe choked drinking her coffee. She banged her cup
down on it's saucer. "Other people have no morals, no standards.
I'm not responsible for what they do. They should know better,
but unfortunately they don't. They should be made to act
decently."
Angie's heart felt cold as she listened to her mother's
venomous voice. She felt a lecture coming on.
Mrs. Marlowe warmed to the topic. "I'm not responsible for
all the filth in the world. It's the other people. Flocking to
see dirty movies and plays, buying dirty books and magazines.
Corrupting their children and trying to corrupt decent people's
children. Everywhere you turn, you can't escape from filth. Now
they're trying to drag it into the schools. Filling innocent
children's minds with dirty thought ..."
Angie's mind got confused listening to her mother's tirade.
The sex her mother ranted against couldn't be the same kind she
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Subject: AngMkFrd 2/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
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Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:49:07 -0700
and Doug experienced. Anger stirred within her. "Is sex so bad,
mother? Is it? I thought it was a way to love another person?"
"That's not love," her mother said scornfully. "Love is
pure. You love someone in your mind, not with your body. Love is
not physical and--and--dirty!" She shook with revulsive
excitement.
"How can it only be in the mind," Angie objected. "Why is
it, when I feel love for Salome, I want to touch her. Hug her and
kiss her?"
"Salome's just a cat," her mother said coldly.
"But can't you feel this way about people, too?" Angie
insisted. "Once you get to know them, you want to touch them?"
Mrs. Marlowe leaned toward Angie, her eyes glaring. "Nasty!"
"What's nasty about it?" Angie challenged. "Shouldn't people
love each other that way?"
Mrs. Marlowe pulled herself back and sat up straight. Her
face showed anger, confusion and suspicion. "You're not doing
anything dirty, are you?"
Angie thought of the sensual love she and Doug felt together.
That wasn't dirty. That was exciting and good. It couldn't be
dirty. Her eyes met and held her mother's eyes. "No, I'm not
doing anything dirty. How can I? I don't know what it is."
"You'd better not," her mother snapped. "You'll answer to me
if you do."
Abruptly, Angie said, "It's getting late. I've got to go to
school."
* * *
All the way to school, Angie's mind was in a turmoil. She
felt she should stop having sex with Doug. Somehow, it wasn't
right; she didn't know why. If only her mother would help her,
but she was hung up on the subject. If they could only sit down
together and talk about sex openly and honestly. What was it all
about. What it meant. How much sex could she take part in at her
age. Then she should know what she should do. Instead, her
mother got embarrassed and angry. Saying stupid things and then
accusing her of doing something wrong. Angie sighed deeply.
What could she do? The dream scared her--it seemed so real.
How she wished she could tell someone everything and they would
comfort her and tell her what to do. If only she had a mother
like that! Daddy was more like that. When he was home. Maybe he
would help her. The thought gave her hope. She decided she'd
definitely try to talk with him after dinner. Privately. She
would feel better if she could get rid of this undercurrent of
fear and guilt. Why should she feel guilty when she didn't feel
it was wrong to do? Why did her mother keep insisting that sex
was dirty and bad? Was something wrong with her mother? Or was
something wrong with her, herself? Her troubled mind went over
and over her problem, becoming more and more confused by it.
* * *
Doug finished eating his lunch and carefully put the waxed
paper and the apple core back in the lunch bag; then he laid back
on the grass and closed his eyes to nap in the sunshine.
"Hey, Fleming, I've come for sex instruction," an arrogant
voice said.
Doug heard a body plop down on the grass beside him and
opened his eyes to see Brad.
"What do you want to know?" Doug asked calmly.
"What do they do?"
"That question is so general it's hard to answer. What
specifically do you want to know?"
"What does a male do to a female?"
"Basically, he puts his penis in her vagina,"
"And?" Brad prompted him to continue.
"The woman lays on her back and the man lays on top of her on
his stomach. The male pumps his sperm into the female."
"How?" Brad asked avidly.
"They get a rock-n-roll motion going. If everything's going
right, they really get turned on," Doug added enthusiastically.
Doug's enthusiasm raised Brad's suspicions. "How do you know
all this?" he asked.
"Oh, reading books--talking around," Doug said vaguely.
"Really?" Brad asked, unconvinced. The sex education classes
didn't have all that stuff in them."
"Take my word for it." Doug assured him.
"What kind of books were you reading?"
"Oh--medical books--marriage manuals."
"Where'd you get them?"
"The university library."
Brad studied his face closely. Yes, he could have got those
kind of books at the university library. But why would he say,
'If everything's going right, they really get turned on?' Who's he
been with lately, he asked himself. He searched his memory.
Let's see. Hadn't he seen him with Angie Marlowe?
Doug stared back at Brad, smiling enigmatically.
"What have you been up to?" Brad said suspiciously.
"Me?" Doug veiled his eyes with an innocent look. "Nothing.
Well, I must be off. I'm working on a new research project. It
takes up a lot of my time."
Doug got up and started to walk away.
"Not so fast. Wait for me." Brad fell into step beside him.
"Come on now. Quit holding out on me."
"Well, if you must know," Doug said with a patient sigh, "my
dad told me."
"Your dad?" Brad howled. "Don't give me that shit."
"Well, don't believe me then," Doug said indifferently.
"I don't," Brad assured him. "Parents don't have the guts to
tell their kids the truth about sex."
"Have it your way," Doug said mildly.
"But I'd still like to know what you've been doing."
Doug smiled easily. "A special research project."
"On what?"
"It's a secret."
"Tell me."
"Later," Doug promised, "after it's finished."
He'd told him enough. He didn't owe him any more. Now he
had to get back to his studies. Persistent types were a bore.
Doug stopped walking and faced Brad. "I'm due at the
language lab. See you around." He turned and walked away.
Brad jumped on him from behind. They rolled on the ground,
wrestling. Brad was heavier and had the advantage. He soon got
Doug pinned down and sat on his back and twisted one of his arms
behind his back.
A crowd of students gathered around him. The boys, excited,
shouted encouragement; the girls, attracted yet repulsed, called
for Brad to stop.
Brad shifted his weight to add more pressure on Doug's arm.
He panted, "Tell me."
Doug moved his body to adjust to the added pressure on his
arm. When he spoke, his voice was weak. "None-of your business."
Brad added more pressure on Doug's arm. "I'll break your
arm."
The pain was excruciating. Doug began panting. "Sadist," he
managed to get out.
In the distance, Doug heard a girl's voice screaming
insistently, "Let him go. Let him go!" Doug concentrated on not
feeling the pain.
Angie had only been walking by and hadn't intended to stop.
Mary Jane saw her and called, "Its Doug and Brad, Angie. They're
fighting."
Doug? He was not a fighter. Angie pushed through the crowd
to see. When she saw Doug's contorted face, she forgot herself.
Brad can't hurt him. He can't. He can't. Frantically, she ran
over to Brad and pummeled his back.
"Stop, stop!" she screamed.
Brad didn't seem to feel her blows or to hear her. She
tugged at one of his arms ineffectually. It was hopeless. Doug
would be hurt. She stood up and screamed, "Somebody help."
One of the boys shouted back at her, "Stay out of it. Girls
can't fight!"
Angie stamped her foot. "He'll hurt him. Can't you see?"
She began crying uncontrollably. She pummeled Brad's back again
with her fists.
She screamed. "Let him go! Let him go!"
Brad ignored her.
She pounded on his head with her fists. Ugly old ears, she
thought. They gave her an idea. She leaned over and bit one, as
hard as she could.
Brad screamed and clapped a hand up to his ear. "Bitch!" he
bellowed and began hitting her.
Doug scrambled to his feet and started punching Brad again.
The students cheered him on The two began wrestling again.
Finally, a teacher rushed over and separated them. "Come
with me. Angie, too. To the principal's office." He shouted
gruffly and led them away.
In the anteroom to the principal's office, Doug, Brad, and
Angie avoided looking at each other. They straightened their
clothes and smoothed their hair. Each stole glances at the door
to the principal's office. They each dreaded the moment when the
principal, Mr. Bailey, would step out.
Brad sat hunched over in his chair, drumming his feet on the
floor. Doug sat straight up in his chair, his arms folded across
his chest, staring across the room at nothing. Angie sat relaxed
in her chair. She fussed endlessly in her purse.
Finally, Brad broke the silence. "What's with you two
anyway?"
Angie glanced at him scornfully. "Nothing."
Doug sat unmoving and silent.
Brad looked at Doug, then back at Angie. "You're lying," he
stated flatly.
"A lot you know," Angie said.
Doug gave her a warning glance to shut up but she ignored
him.
"A girl doesn't try to save a boy in front of the whole
school unless there's something between them," Brad stated
confidently.
"It makes me furious when people are cruel to each other,"
Angie said haughtily. "Why were you two fighting anyway?"
Brad met her gaze. "Because I wanted to find out where he
got all his information about sex."
Angie's insides recoiled in alarm. She blinked her eyes to
hide her feelings. She looked at Doug. He didn't look at her.
Suddenly, she knew why they had fought and she knew Doug hadn't
talked. She felt warm to him and wanted to help him. "He told me
his father told him about it."
Brad snorted disbelievingly. "That's what he told me, too."
"Don't you believe him?" Angie asked. "His father is a
scientist. Scientists have different attitudes about things than
other people."
"How stupid do you think I am?" Brad asked indignantly.
"He's just a father like any other." He turned to Doug. "Don't
worry, I'll get it out of you. Sooner or later."
Doug finally spoke. "We ought to be thinking up an excuse to
tell Mr. Bailey so we don't have to stay after school."
"What'll you be late for?" Brad sneered.
Doug gave him a disgusted look.
The door to the principal's office opened and Mr. Bailey came
out, blinking at them from behind his telescopic-lensed glasses.
He rubbed his hands together in a repulsive ingratiating way and
grinned at them maniacally.
"Well, now," he said jovially, "why were we kiddies creating
a disturbance in the quadrangle?" He looked at each of them in
turn.
Doug's face took on a patient expression, Angie looked wary
and Brad put on an innocent injured look.
Right away Mr. Bailey could see that he wouldn't get any
cooperation from the Fleming boy or the Marlowe girl. Thank God
there were pliant people like the Harker lad. He beamed
professionally in Brad's direction.
"What have we to say for ourselves, lad?"
Brad cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I was just
standing there minding my own business--" he stopped to try to
think up a believable lie.
Doug spoke up. "Somebody hit him accidentally and he thought
I did it. That's all there was to it."
Mr. Bailey turned his attention from Doug to Brad. "What do
you say, young man? Is that correct?" He hung on Brad's words.
Brad rapidly reviewed what he should do. Damn! He should
have thought up a story to get Doug in trouble. Serve him right.
But, with old Bailey breathing down his neck, he didn't have time
to think up a good story.
"Yes, that's what happened," he said unconvincingly.
"You're sure now?" Mr. Bailey pressed.
Brad looked from Doug's expressionless face to Mr. Bailey's
kindly countenance. He nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."
Mr. Bailey turned to Angie. "And how did you get mixed up in
the fight, my dear?"
"It looked like Brad was going to break Doug's arm," Angie
said indignantly.
"Oh?" Mr. Bailey's tone implied that he was offended to find
trouble existing in the troublesome situation.
"No, I wasn't," Brad protested angrily.
"It looked like it to me," Angie insisted.
Mr. Bailey raised his hands to signify for them to stop
talking. He looked like he was making a benediction. He smiled
oilingly at Angie.
"Very commendable, I'm sure."
His glance veered playfully at the boys. "We know how easily
young ladies get upset about fisticuffs. Things look ten times
worse to them than they really are." His demeanor said, we men
share and understand something women will never share or
understand.
Angie read his meaning clearly. She snorted loudly in
contempt.
Doug gave her a warning look to be quiet. Brad laughed,
enjoying her discomfort.
Mr. Bailey rubbed his hands together playfully. "I'm glad
there's no trouble after all."
Brad jumped to his feet. "Can we go now?"
"Yes," Mr. Bailey beamed. "Don't forget to report to the
office after school."
"If there was no trouble," Doug objected, "why do we have to
stay after school?"
"Misunderstanding or not," Mr. Bailey said sanctimoniously,
"there was a Physical Disturbance and for that you have to stay
after school."
Brad escaped out of the room first with a secret smile on his
lips. Doug followed with a cross expression on his face.
"Any way you look at it," Angie said loudly on the way out,
"it's a rotten deal." She gave him a sharp look as she closed the
door behind her.
* * *
That evening, after dinner, Angie waited a discreet length of
time before she followed her father into his den. He was sitting
in his brown leather chair, puffing on his pipe and paging through
a medical journal.
Angie stood hesitantly in the doorway. "Daddy, are you
busy?"
He turned to peer at her, then took his pipe out of his mouth
and held his arms out to her. "Not too busy for you, pumpkin."
Angie walked quickly over and curled up on his lap. She
relaxed, enjoying the sensations she felt. Men had such strong,
firm muscles. And they smelled different from women. She didn't
know the words to describe the odors. She just knew she loved
men--every part of them.
Her father set his pipe and magazine on an end table. He
caressed her silky hair and delighted in the feel of her rounded
body and soft muscles.
"Remember when you were little," her father said. "You used
to come running into the room and jump up on my lap and I'd read
you stories. Do you remember?"
Angie nodded. "I remember. You'd read and read and I'd fall
asleep. Then mother would come to take me off to bed and I'd wake
up and cry because I didn't want to go."
"Those were the good old days."
"I used to be so warm and comfortable on your lap." She
circled her arms about his neck and pushed her head onto his
shoulder to one side of his chin.
They sat still, enjoying each other's presence. Her father
said, "Soon you'll be sitting on some young man's lap, just like
this." His tone expressed both joy and sadness.
Angie was quick to make use of the opening. "I'm glad you
noticed I'm growing up. When can I find out about sex? Everybody
else at school gets to go to sex education classes and mom won't
let me go to them and she won't tell me about sex either." She
ended with an abused tone.
Her father looked at her with mild amusement.
Angie defended herself. "I'm fourteen now. Old enough to
know, don't you think?" She stared at him aggressively.
A gleam came into his eyes. He laughed. "Fourteen is quite
old enough. What do you want to know?"
Angie sat up, excited. She waved her hands out wide.
"Everything. How it's done. What it means ..." She looked
piercingly at her father. "Especially what it means. And
anything else you think I should know." She looked at him, waiting
expectantly.
He laughed at her enthusiasm and hugged her with one arm.
"Well, let's see. Where to begin? Let's start with something
easy. Like sex is the method of reproduction--to ensure the
continuity of the race. But it's more than that. It's a physical
need. A way that a man and a woman can express their feelings
toward one another. Each one accepts the other and by so doing
they reassure each other." He stopped and shook his head. "Am I
making any sense to you?"
"Oh, yes, daddy. You do!"
"You're sure now?"
"Yes, yes. Go on. Then sex is not bad?" Angie asked.
"What are you telling that child?" a harsh, furious voice
interrupted. Her mother stood in the doorway with an angry face.
"She was asking me some questions about sex," her father said
in a neutral tone.
Her mother raised her voice louder. "I told her I'd tell her
at the proper time."
"Louise," her father objected. "She's old enough to know
now. She should know. Times have changed since you were a girl."
"I didn't bring a daughter into the world to be a slut,"
Louise retorted angrily.
"Telling her won't make her a slut. It'll give her some
knowledge so she can make good judgments about it."
Louise's face contorted in anguish. "Judgments like yours,
Stuart?"
Stuart sat up straighter, trying to control his temper. "For
God's sake, Louise. Leave our mess out of this!"
"How can I? When I have to live with it day by day?"
Stuart's voice became low and passionate. "Give me a
divorce. More for Your own sake than my own."
"Never," she shouted, never! I won't be pushed aside,
unwanted, unloved, and let you marry one of those hot-pants nurses
of yours."
"Then live with me, as a wife."
"You keep your dirty hands off me," she screeched. "And
Angie, too. Come here, Angie," she ordered. "Don't let him touch
you."
Angie threw her arms around her father's neck. "No, no! I
love daddy."
Louise's tone took on a dangerous edge. "Stuart, send that
child out of this room. If you don't, you'll be sorry. I'll make
so much trouble for you, you'll never practice medicine again."
"Louise," Stuart protested. He saw by her face that it was
useless to protest. He took Angie's hands from behind his neck
and stood her on the floor. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he
told her, "Go to your room now, Angie, darling. We'll talk
another time."
As Angie walked out of the room, her mother shouted. "Not
another time! You won't talk together another time. If I catch
you at it, you'll both be sorry!"
Her father raised his voice louder. "Louise. For God's
sake, not in front of the child."
"That's what you always say," Louise ranted. "'Not in front
of the child.' What do you care? What have you done to care for
her? I had to carry her until she was born. I had to go through
the pain and travail. I had to take care of her, day in and day
out, all these years. While you've been chasing nurses--"
Angie ran down the hall to escape from the angry voices. Her
fears didn't dispel until she was safely in her room with the door
closed. Emotions were zigzagging through her body. Her mind
reeled around and around. She wanted to scream, to howl, to die.
Her parents seemed so engrossed in their own problems that they
didn't have time to be concerned with her. She felt lost, alone.
The she remembered Doug. He liked her, cared about her. Some, at
least. He hadn't told Brad about them. He had endured all that
pain for here longed to comfort him. On Friday, she would accept
him with her naked body; she would reassure him, and she giggled
at the thought of the word, with her little pussy, whether her
mother liked it or not.
* * *
This time, as soon as Doug stepped into the hall, Angie threw
her arms around him and kissed him. Doug was a little surprised,
but the demonstration stirred the protective urge within him and
he responded. They hung onto each other as they walked to her
room. They both felt better when they stepped inside and closed
the door.
Wordlessly, they drew together and kissed deeply, their
tongues exploring each other's mouths. Doug's hands stole down
inside her robe and a finger gently teased the tip of a nipple.
Desire emanated through her body at each stroke. She caught
her breath and a deeper, warmer desire began to burn between her
legs. She thought, here goes, mom, too bad you've never taken
this trip! She reached down and brazenly unzipped Doug's pants
and felt around inside for his penis. Her fingers felt his wiry
pubic hairs; they explored downward and touched soft and wrinkled
skin. She grasped the round, snake-like shaft in her hand and
gently slipped it through her fingers. She felt it grow hard in
her hand. Her heart tripped a beat. Triumphantly, she massaged
the shaft up and down faster and faster. She tickled the tip with
butterfly touches.
Doug groaned. He pulled away from her mouth and tore open
her robe and dropping his head, sucked noisily on her breast. He
could feel the nipple erect in his mouth. His lips trailed down
her soft pliant belly and into her soft curly nest of pubic hairs.
He gently parted her cunt lips with his thumbs and lightly tongued
the head of her clitoris. The tiny, fleshy tip swelled and
hardened under his lewd but gentle touches.
Angie moved softly and swayed her body, tipping her vagina
upward and flexing her buttocks. Her eyes were closed and she dug
her nails in to his shoulders.
Blood racing, breathing rapidly, they tore their clothes off
and Doug carried her over to the bed and threw himself on her.
They teased each other with lips and fingers. They rocked their
bodies together with mounting excitement. Their twined arms and
legs held tighter and tighter.
Angie arched her body against Doug's body; she pressed her
pubic mound against his penis in an undulation motion--slide up,
push, slide up, push--trying to entice his penis to enter her
vagina. His cock pushed more frantically against her and while
Doug readjusted his body weight, Angie spread her legs further
apart and pulled her legs back. She arched her whole pelvis area
against him, flexing her buttocks to push strongly up against him.
Doug raised his buttocks away from her body for a moment and
grasped his erect penis. He groaned and pressed his hips forward
and slowly, with the tip of the round, hardened head parted the
soft, tickling pubic hair, wormed it slowly into her gently
pulsating cunt. The lubricated vaginal walls pressing on all
sides of his shaft gave him a pleasure jolt. Angie felt it too.
She clenched her buttocks together, as if to lock the hungry,
throbbing penis within her. Doug pulled his cock up and almost
out and then pressed harder in her. Their excitement grew with
each in and out thrust. Their bodies fought each other, moving
faster and more frantically against each other. His hardened rod
of boy-flesh pounded deeper and deeper into her; her engorged
vaginal walls pressed closer against the plunging shaft of his
excited cock, lengthening the tunnel to swallow more and more of
it deeper and deeper inside her smooth quivering belly. She
pushed her body harder and harder against his to keep the foraging
cock as far within her as humanly possible.
Their writhing young naked bodies meshed, moving in and out
and up and down, and quickened. Hearts pounding, minds spinning,
breathing light and fast, their bodies knew only burning pleasure.
Their pleasure heightened and grew and grew until it became
unbearable and their bodies locked in a desperate embrace and
stilled. The locked bodies turned off and their minds turned on.
Raw emotions swirled and danced in their minds and emanated
through their grinding, interlocked genitals. And then it burst
... burst for both of them at the same time.
They lay quietly for several minutes.
"I wish you'd smash into me so hard that we'd never
separate," Angie said longingly.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you," Doug said solicitously.
"I want you to," Angie said fiercely. "It feels good. Love
makes me strong. It can't hurt me."
"Do you feel my semen squirt into you?" Doug asked shyly.
"Yes."
"That's when it feels most pleasurable to me. So intense it
hurts."
"I can't tell what happens inside me when I feel the most
pleasure. But I think it feels the greatest when we reach our
orgasms together," Angie said warmly.
"I think it does too," Doug agreed. "Am I getting too heavy
for you?"
Angie hugged him harder against her. "No, I like your penis
in me. I wish it could stay in me forever."
Their eyes met shyly and they were both surprised to see the
other's face bathed in an indistinct glow. Angie had never
thought Doug was that good looking before and Doug had never
thought Angie was so beautiful.
"You know what?" Doug said wonderingly. "I think I love
you."
Angie's eyes shone with pleasure. She hugged him tightly and
reached up and kissed him virginally on his lips. "I love you,
too."
"It's odd," Doug said seriously. "I hadn't planned on it
happening. Did you?"
"Well," Angie said blushing a little, "I thought it might
happen and I decided I wouldn't mind falling in love with you."
"Wow?" Doug said. He rolled from between her still spread
legs onto his side and held his head in both hands and closed his
eyes. Girls certainly were mysterious. How could Angie guess
what the outcome might be? Guess that's what older men meant when
they said they were trapped by a girl. Well, it was certainly a
nice way to be trapped. He felt a surge of protectiveness for
her. He must assume his responsibilities and take care of her.
"Are you all right? Do you need anything?" he asked.
"Huh?" Angie asked, caught unawares; then she caught on.
"I'm fine, I don't need anything. Do you?"
"Just to rest beside you for a while," he said.
They cuddled together and rested for about a half hour.
Angie stirred. "Did you want to try something new?"
"I'd thought of trying 69, but we don't have to if you don't
want to."
"But I want to if you want to. What is it?"
"It's oral stimulation. We arouse each other by stimulating
the sex organs with our mouths."
"Let's try it," Angie said.
"You really want to?" Doug asked dubiously.
"Yes, I do." Angie kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Tell me
how it's done."
"Well--" Doug sat up energetically, all enthused. "We have
to lay with our heads in opposite directions, our bodies curved.
See? Like this."
He laid down on his side facing her with his head opposite
her feet.
"Now you take my penis in your hands and put it in your
mouth. While you rub the shaft with your hand and caress the end
with your lips and tongue, I'll lick your clitoris and put my
tongue in your vagina."
Angie felt a sudden fear brought on by Doug's explanation.
What would her mother say? Intercourse was bad enough--perversion
was infinitely worse. Now that she thought about it, she had read
about it in the marriage manuals. She hadn't been looking forward
to trying the act.
Doug saw her reluctant expression and guessed what she was
thinking. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Angie looked at him. He had that funny gleam in his eyes he
always got when he was really interested in something. A feeling
of love engulfed her. "No, no. I want to."
She moved over closer to his legs and gingerly enfolded his
limp penis in her hand. It was red and wrinkled and the forest of
pubic hairs it sprouted from looked obscene. She fought against
her feeling of revulsion. It was so limp it felt awful. She
wanted to drop it and run away and hide.
"Go ahead," Doug encouraged. "Just lick the end with your
tongue to begin with."
She leaned over closer to the penis and the odor of his
genitals grew stronger. Angie started to choke.
"You don't want to," Doug said in a disappointed voice.
"I will--I will. Give me time," she said hurriedly.
She stuck out her tongue and touched the shiny red end of his
penis lightly. It felt warm and slippery. She twirled her tongue
around the round end. She could feel Doug licking her clitoris
with his tongue. Electrical shocks surged through her body. Her
vaginal area began to burn. Angie began to caress the shaft with
her hand while she licked the end. She felt triumphant when the
penis hardened in her hand. She pushed the penis farther back
into her mouth and began sucking it. The penis grew in her mouth,
filling it. She rubbed the shaft with her hands faster and
faster, a sudden sense of power engulfing her.
Now she could feel Doug sticking his tongue in and out of her
vagina. Her body began to burn and it started to undulate. Her
pulse quickened. She began circling the penis around in her
mouth, sucking it, pushing it in and out with loud sucking sounds.
Saliva oozed out of the corner of her mouth.
The end of the penis swelled and filled her mouth. Her
tongue could feel the slippery shaft harden even more. She sucked
and massaged it faster and faster. The distended red banana
jumped into a life of its own. It began contracting back and
forth, pushing against her throat. She began choking and grew
frantic. She tried to twirl it out but it pushed faster and
harder against her throat. Faster and harder, choking her and
pushing all her breath out of her.
Suddenly, Doug cried out. He seized her head cruelly to stop
her movements. Semen spouted into her mouth, sprayed her throat
and dribbled down her chin. She choked and another spurt came.
She started swallowing and spitting for dear life. Doug let out
agonized cries with each spurt; they frightened her. Another and
another came. She sputtered and swallowed them in painful gulps
to keep from choking.
Finally Doug let go of her head. He lay panting heavily, and
then he collapsed utterly weak.
Angie spit out the rest of the semen and wiped her spattered
face on a blanket. She laid back exhausted, too tired to think or
feel. She regained her strength first. "Are you all right,
Doug?"
"Yeah," he said weakly.
"You cried out so. It scared me."
Doug shook his head in amazement. "The sensation is stronger
than regular intercourse. The pleasure turns into unbearable
pain," he explained in an almost clinical tone.
"I liked the ordinary way better."
Doug patted her head condescendingly. "So do I."
She turned around and slid into his arms and they lay quietly
and dozed.
"We've still got a lot of other things to try," Doug said.
"But I can wait until next Friday."
Chapter 3
Doug and Angie were lying on the grass in the quadrangle.
Too soon the bell would ring and they'd have to go to classes.
But for now they could lay close together, enjoying the nearness
of their bodies.
"You know what time I hate the most?" Angie asked.
"What?"
"Friday night."
"Wha-at?"
Angie slipped her hand down between their bodies and put it
on his crotch. "Because I know it'll be a whole seven days before
we can make love again.
"Don't do that here," Doug said alarmed. He looked around to
see if anyone was looking at them. No one seemed to be.
"We shouldn't be ashamed of being in love," Angie protested.
"Angie," Doug said disapprovingly. "You know how people are.
They'll say we're too young anyway. They don't think we ought to
know anything about it. Or to feel any desire."
"We ought to invite them over on Friday night," Angie said
playfully. "Can't you see Mr. Bailey and my mother watching us
make love?" She started laughing loudly at the thought.
"Shhh! Someone will hear," Doug cautioned.
"No one's even near us."
"Brad's coming over this way."
Angie made a face. "I hope he doesn't start a fight again.
Don't fight with him. For any reason."
"Take it easy. No sense in looking for trouble."
"Hi, there, you two," Brad called as he approached them.
"Been having a lot of sex lately?"
"Is that al you ever think of?" Doug asked.
"Got a better topic?" Brad asked.
"I would think an operator like you would have," Angie put
in.
"With you, it would be dishonorable to think of anything
else," Brad said mockingly, as he flopped down on the grass beside
her.
Angie laughed scornfully. "What a line!"
From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:49:24 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 3/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:49:24 -0700
"Mamzelle, you wound me!" Brad exclaimed, melodramatically.
He clapped a hand over his heart, threw himself flat on the grass,
and pretended to be dead.
Angie laughed in spite of herself.
Mary Jane and two of her friends came over, attracted by
Brad.
"O, Angie," Mary Jane exclaimed. "Are you coming to the
dance tonight?"
"No, I'm busy Friday nights," Angie said casually.
"Oh, you should come," Mary Jane squealed. "We had so much
fun last time. Didn't we, girls?"
The girls chorused the affirmative.
A bell rang to signify the end of the lunch period and the
resumption of classes.
Doug got up. "Well, I must be off."
"Bye now," Angie smiled secretively to him.
Brad sat up. He took in Angie's smile and looked
appraisingly at Doug as he walked away.
"Brad, are you coming to the dance tonight?" Mary Jane
gushed.
"Not if I can find something better to do." He narrowed his
eyes and looked at Angie.
"She looked at him wide-eyed.
"You've been looking good lately," Brad said to Angie. He
turned to the other girls. "Don't you think so?"
"She sure has," Mary Jane said. She looked enviously at
Angie.
To her chagrin, Angie blushed.
"You do," Brad insisted. "Maybe it's because you have a
boyfriend now."
Angie's chin went up haughtily. "He's just a friend."
"Friend or not, it's made a change in you," Brad said.
"How?" Angie asked.
"Ohh," Brad searched for words. "You're happier--more
approachable."
"Oh, I'm not," Angie protested.
"I'd like to get to know you better," Brad said confidently.
"When can I come over? Tonight?"
"No," Angie objected. "Tonight is Friday."
"So?" Brad smiled enigmatically. "What's so sacred about
Friday?"
"Nothing," Angie replied. "It's just that I already have
plans for tonight."
"Why can't I be included?" Brad persisted.
"Because why should I change my plans?" Angie said mockingly.
"Because you'd like to take pity on a poor homeless
bachelor," Brad mocked back at her.
Mary Jane and her friends clustered around Angie, obviously
impressed by Brad's pursuit of her.
Angie preened, proud to be the center of attention. "What
would we do if you did come over?" she asked tentatively.
"What you usually do," Brad said boldly, his face
expressionless. He added, "We could play records."
"Maybe you could come over for a little while," Angie said
carelessly, with a guarded glance at the girls. She was rewarded
with envious expressions on their faces.
"What time?"
"7:30," Angie said. Then she thought for a moment. "No,
better make it 8."
Brad studied her face. "Not 7:30. 8."
* * *
That afternoon, after school, Angie went straight home and
went to her bedroom and laid on her bed and began to worry about
what she had done. What if Brad found out about what she and Doug
were doing? He'd probably tell and then she'd be in a mess. Her
mother would die from the shock. It was dangerous to let him
come. Maybe she should call him and tell him not to come? The
envious faces of Mary Jane and her girlfriends came into her
memory. Their avid glances and rapt attention to her verbal
tongue-of-war with Brad pleased her all over again. They had
walked with her to her classroom afterwards, chatting with her
like old friends. Her dreams of friendship were coming true.
Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It would
be a joke on Doug. They would talk and play records for a while
and then they'd send him home early. She and Doug could make love
afterwards. She could have the best of everything.
Finally, she heard her name being called.
"Angelica."
It was her mother calling! What did she want?
"Angelica!"
"Yes, Mother."
"Open you r door."
Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened it a
crack.
"Yes?" Angie asked.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" he mother asked, somewhat
uncertainly.
Angie stepped back and opened the door wider. Now what? she
asked herself. The occasions her mother visited her room were in
frequent. Angie stood, waiting.
Mr. Marlowe seemed uneasy. She kept prowling about the room,
seemingly unable to settle down. The silence grew strained.
Embarrassing. Angie determined not t o break it. Let her. She
invaded my room. I didn't ask her to come.
"Well," Mrs. Marlowe said nervously. She cleared her throat
loudly. "I've--I've been thinking. About what you asked me.
And--and I think it's time you did know-some things," she ended
lamely. She stopped, confused, and look at the floor.
Angie watched her mother with clear eyes. She supposed she
should feel sorry for her but all she could feel was indifference
and, yes, pity. If she could only see what a pitiful spectacle
she was making of herself!
Mrs. Marlowe looked up at Angie, couldn't bear to look in her
probing eyes, and looked out the window.
"It's hard to explain," she started again hesitantly.
"Especially to a younger girl. Only married women really need to
know."
Angie's eyes met hers unflinchingly. Her mother looked away
quickly again.
"But, girls should be aware--they should watch out for
compromising situations. Like, you should never stay alone in a
room with any boy-or man. And don't let them touch you.
Anywhere. Men are animals. It's their nature. A girl has to
protect herself."
"From what?" Angie asked innocently.
The simple question threw her mother in a tizzy. Her face
turned red, her mouth opened involuntarily and hung open, bereft
of words. Obviously, her mind was confused and shame filled her
body.
"What happens, mother?" Angie asked stubbornly.
Her mother concentrated on a spot on the floor. "They touch
you. It doesn't feel good. And you'll probably get pregnant
right away." She frowned, searching for words. "It's better to
put all thought of sex out of your mind now." She straightened up.
"And now you've been warned."
"Warned against what?" Angie asked, disgusted.
"About getting pregnant."
"I wasn't wanting to," Angie said. "I just wanted to know
how it happens."
Her mother looked at her silently for a long moment. "You
don't have to worry about it until you're married." She added with
a playful smile, "And that's several years in the future."
"Where do babies come from?" Angie asked point blank.
"From love," Mrs. Marlowe said, embarrassed.
"Then where did I come from?"
"What do you mean?" her mother asked, confused.
"You don't love daddy."
Mrs. Marlowe turned white with an almost rising anger. She
sat in agony for a few moments, trying to control herself.
Finally, she said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Angie looked directly at her. "Yet, it has. I might have
had a sister or a brother."
Mrs. Marlowe jumped up. "Impudent!" she screamed.
"Isn't it true?" Angie persisted.
"You're just as bad as your father--always getting off the
subject." Mrs. Marlowe rushed out of the room.
It's just as well, Angie thought as she lay back on her bed.
She can't tell a straight story anyway.
But an idea kept popping into her mind and bothering her.
Something must be wrong with me because I enjoy sex. There must
be some good reason why mom is uptight about it. I must be a
pervert of some kind. A nymphomaniac!
She got up and turned on the stereo as loud as it would go,
subconsciously wishing to drown her thoughts in noise.
She poked through her clothes closet. I must dress up
tonight. Brad's coming. I hope Doug won't be mad at me. We'll
get rid of Brad some way. Then we can have it out. I can't go
on. Shame engulfed her. I must stop. It must be wrong to enjoy
sex. Why, I don't know. It seems so natural, once you get the
hang of it. I wish I had a mother who could help me. Tears
filled her eyes, her vision became blurry. She had difficulty
seeing the dresses. The tears silently rolled down both cheeks
and dropped on the floor.
* * *
When the doorbell rang at 7:30, Angie was waiting. She'd had
second thoughts about surprising Doug and bad decided to tell him
Brad was coming.
"Oh, Doug--" she said as she opened the door.
Brad stepped in. "I hope you're not disappointed that it's
me," he said with a confident smirk on his young face.
"I told you to come at eight," Angie said angrily.
Brad hit his palm against his forehead in simulated distress.
"Did you? You told me two times--seven-thirty and eight. And I
kept thinking ,not eight, seven-thirty.' I must have turned them
around."
"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.
"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.
"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, unmoved.
"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, with a
dangerous tone in his voice.
Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and she
knew she wasn't strong enough to throw him out alone. She decided
it would be smarter to play along with him.
"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while I get
a bottle of wine," she said, leading him to the rumpus room.
Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set built
into the wall and the shelves filled with records.
"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. "I'll be
right back."
She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the breakfast
nook and dialed Doug's phone number.
"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.
Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad lounging in
the doorway, grinning at her in an oppressive way.
"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."
Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call her
at the dinner party they're at. But no one answers."
She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to the
kitchen. "I put a bottle of wine to cool in the refrigerator. Do
you like port?"
"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, following
her.
With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him back
down to the rumpus room. She set the tray on a table.
"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug comes?"
she asked.
"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of-
the-world type.
"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie
directed.
Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at
her in that insinuating way. She must reach the front door first
to warn Doug. She kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.
Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he
thought. Those two must have been up to something. I'm going to
be there when old Douggie boy steps in the door. He put a record
on and turned the volume down low so he could hear the doorbell.
Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume up, I
can't hear it," she told him innocently.
Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each other
sincerely.
Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to
measure each other with their eyes. Panic began to gain
possession of Angie. Doug should get here any minute, she kept
thinking. I've got to be upstairs when he comes! She tried to
think of an excuse to leave.
"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll be
so mad. Wait here. I'll run up and get them."
She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet distance.
She went into the kitchen. Brad watched her open a drawer and
take some coasters out. Then she stood uncertainly, not wanting
to leave. The doorbell rang. Brad watched her dash down the hall
and open the door.
In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell you--"
Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and grabbed her
and kissed her soundly.
Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded by
bending her body backward and running his hand up her skirt to the
crotch band of her panties. Angie tried to pull his hands away.
In vain.
"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused tone.
Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.
"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's nothing
like learning from experience, is there?"
"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.
"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.
"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored his
tone.
Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I--I--,"
she faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a disastrous end.
"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be selfish and
keep all the experiences for yourself?"
Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. She
just stood looking back at him, with dumb black eyes. She's not
even sorry for what she's done, he thought, enraged.
"Let's show him what we can do. That's what you wanted,
wasn't it?" Doug shouted at her. And before she could make a
protest, he picked her up and ran with her down the hall to her
bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug tore her clothes off and tore
his own off and threw her on the bed. He began manipulating her
naked young body. His kisses bruised her lips. She tried to keep
her teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal
caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth and she
choked and fought back now he swirled his tongue around and around
and in and out. And ... in spite of her revulsion of another boy
watching, she could feel her body begin to get hot when he played
with her breast, lightly touching the nipple.
No, no, she thought. I don't want to. Not like this! But
he moved his hand down between her legs and lightly brushed up the
smooth inner softness of her thighs. Desire flamed in her and her
body voluntarily opened her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris
and it erected. Her excited body ignored her mind. It began
writhing in answer to his touches. Her buttocks began flexing,
rocking her body back and forth. She pushed her pelvis up against
Doug's pelvis and felt his hardened cock slip wetly into her open
vagina.
All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw Doug
sink his hardened rod of quivering flesh deep inside her soft
hair-lined pussy. He watched it pump up and down, in and out,
making an exciting wet sucking noise as it probed faster and
faster. Their bodies banged into each other; their faces began to
look tortured. He had never imagined anything like this!
Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and his body
began to burn. He began undressing so that he would be ready to
fuck this wild young chick when his time came.
Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther back
and began to grind her young excited cunt more and more wildly up
against Doug's pelvis. She could feel her orgasm coming; and then
Doug's body locked on hers. While her body burned in frustration,
he jerked and emptied great gushing streams of hot, white cum deep
up into her wildly clasping cuntal passage.
Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap on the
bed.
"I want to try it," Brad said eagerly, grabbing the helpless
girl's ankles and spreading them far apart. He looked at her
vagina to see where he should ram his cock in. It was all red,
open and surrounded by a tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic
hair. My God, he didn't think a girl that small could have such a
big hole! He dropped down between her open thighs and his large
hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill shot through him
when he felt it close wetly and snugly around the shaft. He began
rocking back and forth like he'd seen Doug doing. His penis got
more and more excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and
faster in her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis all the
way through her until it reached up and came out of her mouth.
Angie hadn't had time to think between the time Doug had
rolled off of her and the time Brad had got on. Her vagina felt
full again with a penis. Passion had dulled her senses. She
couldn't fight back. Naked desire ran through her body again.
She began pushing up and down against Brad. She could feel his
penis push in and pull out, sliding up and down against the wet,
slippery sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood
and formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the swollen shaft of
his penis. She strained her vaginal muscles hard against Brad's
impaling cock, enclosing it tightly. The walls tried to lock it
in her; not to let it out. To make it go deeper and deeper into
her. To swallow it. To squeeze all the pleasure and life-giving
sperm completely out of it.
Brad began panting heavier and heavier. His enlarged prick
banged harder and faster into her; banging into her cervix. His
excitement became delirious. He could feel the semen coming; it
spurted out. Each spurt sent an exquisite pleasure-pain through
him. His mind became maelstrom, and then he collapsed, exhausted,
over Angie.
After his breathing subsided, his mind began to work. Man!
He'd never been turned on like that before. Kee-rystos. He
wanted another ride on that spinning wheel.
Brad rolled off Angie onto the bed. He saw Doug sitting
cross-legged on the floor. His penis arched upward, strong and
hard.
"Keep her warm," Brad said. "Man, I wanna fuck that little
pussy 'til she can't walk!"
But he was too tired to do anything now; he couldn't wait for
that feeling to pass and he wanted another joy ride between those
long hot legs.
Doug didn't say anything. When he'd recovered from his
orgasm, he'd found himself watching Brad working over Angie, his
slim muscular buttocks pumping hard between her widespread thighs.
The sight had sickened and repelled him. He'd tried to turn away,
not to look, but he'd found he wasn't strong enough. The sight of
the tortured faces, the sweating, straining bodies, the hardened
flesh of Brad's cock sinking into the soft, hair-lined mouth of
her cunt, fascinated him. He'd felt his own excitement return
again; his penis erected. When Brad told him to keep Angie warm
he thought, why not? What's done is done. No sense going home
burning.
Doug got up and climbed onto the bed. He could see Angie's
whole naked crotch and thighs glistening with male sperm and
sexual fluids. Her vulvar lips were grossly swollen; the inner
lips were bright red. Her vagina was engorged; the hole open and
dark. What strange forbidden pleasures lurked there!
He slid his penis into the lubricated tunnel; he could feel
the vaginal walls close around it like warm, melted butter. His
penis felt hotter. As his passion mounted, his mind turned off,
killing his conscience. His mind told him he shouldn't do this
but his body wouldn't stop. His penis felt too excited to stop.
He began slooping his hardened, slightly curved shaft in and out
of her. She lay unresisting under him, moaning all the while.
His passion mounted and he fucked her harder and he felt her body
respond. They rocked together wildly, pushing against each other
harder and harder, straining muscles, fighting for breath.
Angie's body burned with unreleased tension. The boys had
reached their orgasms but they hadn't waited for her to reach
hers. Maybe she would this time. She pulled back her legs and
pushed her naked pubic mound hard up against Doug. His cock sunk
all the way into her cunt, pinioning her cervix. The semen began
to burn within his shaft and then without warning, exploded! Like
volcanic tongues of searing pleasure it spewed from his penis,
erupting in the hungrily milking walls of her vagina. His mind
tripped out. He tried to hold the pleasure-pain--to make it last-
-but too soon it burned out in short sputtering jets of cum. He
collapsed, panting.
"Get off. I'm ready," Brad ordered.
Brad stood by the bed, avidly watching them, a cruel smile
playing on his lips. His distended penis engorged with blood,
pointing in the air.
Weakly, Doug rolled off Angie's body. "Can't you let her
rest a moment? She looks tired."
"I'll be easy on her," Brad said.
He enjoyed looking at Angie's inert naked body spread out
obscenely on the bed. Her head was thrown back, her arms and legs
spread-eagled. Her fists were clenched. Her vulvar lips and
vagina abnormally swollen; her vagina flowered open and oozing
white, trickling semen. He shoved Doug aside and threw himself
between her legs. His monstrous penis squeezed into the waiting
pink cunt; the tight fit gave his penis an exquisite jolt of
pleasure. His body began to undulate on top of her. His
excitement mounted and he strained and fucked into her brutally.
By this time Angie's mind had long ago turned off. She could
no longer think, only feel. And her body felt only one thing--a
burning sexual excitement that was never satisfied. The burning
had lost all of its pain; it had only pleasure left. Her vulvar
area burned and burned and burned, but she couldn't reach an
orgasm.
For a moment her body felt light and free and her vagina
unpressured. Then she felt a leaden penis worm its way inside
again and tease up and down against her throbbing vaginal walls.
Her vagina felt too full. The huge penis pulled the soft fleshy
walls in and out with it. Each push and pull was beautiful. The
movements began to go faster and faster, turning each little
individual moan into one long scream. She cried out helplessly
for fulfillment. Her mind became blurry, but she was aware that
the ejaculate was spraying her vagina and she was sorry that the
penis would shrivel and become soft and disappear.
Brad cried out in ecstasy and his body went limp and heavy on
hers too soon. He rolled off.
"Your turn," Brad said to Doug.
"Let's stop now. She really looks out of it." Doug objected.
"I don't care whether you want to or not," Brad said
savagely. "Just keep her hot for me. I want to fuck her again."
Doug felt pity for Angie in such a distorted position. Her
face had a dreamy, almost unconscious smile. She kept her legs
pulled back, her pelvis arched upward, displaying her tight, hair-
lined cuntal lips, her red, gaping vaginal opening, waiting for
the next hardened cock.
Doug could see that Brad meant what he said and was afraid of
what Brad would do to Angie if he didn't fuck her now.
Doug crawled between her legs and slid his partly-erect penis
into the waiting vagina. It's slipping warm walls pressed tightly
against his cock, as if to squeeze out the semen, and stimulated
his penis to a full erection. A breath caught in his throat when
his penis started burning. Automatically, his whole body started
working over her, pushing in and out. He could feel his penis
pull the walls out and push them back in. He pressed deeper and
deeper, faster and faster, trying to stimulate the trigger that
would shoot the semen into her.
Brad sat close by, fondling his slippery flaccid penis in his
hands. Angie's tortured face stirred his desire but Doug's
exertions, the flexing muscles in his buttocks, his penis pulling
in and out of sight, his loud gasping pants, his contorted face,
fed his sexual excitement even more. Gently he tickled the head
of his penis as he watched Doug's body writhe grotesquely over
Angie's body. Soon he felt his penis perk up in his hands. He
cupped a hand over the shaft and rubbed back and forth, sliding it
faster and faster. Gradually his penis enlarged and hardened in
his hands. He was ready for the next trip. He could hardly wait
for Doug to stop.
Brad could see that Doug was near his climax. His long body
pushes shortened and quickened. His penis pulled out of the
vagina less and less. He could see Doug's body make the last
anguished push into her and his whole body stiffened and held.
Doug had her pinned down to the mattress like a butterfly and Brad
could imagine the feel of his semen squirting into her--each spurt
a delicious agony.
He stood up ready to go. When Doug's body collapsed, he
pushed it off of Angie's body. A triumphant feeling rose in him
as he surveyed her exhausted, but still unfulfilled body. Her
arched pelvis, glistening of semen and sexual lubrication, excited
him. He ran his fingers lightly up her inner thighs and wormed a
finger deep up in her vagina.
Angie groaned and tried to pull her legs back further to
accommodate the entering penis.
"Good girl," he said gloatingly. He climbed onto her body
and rammed his engorged penis into her. The tunnel felt smaller
than the last time, but the tighter pressure of the walls on his
penis stimulated him more. Each push of his cock was doubly
exciting because of the pressure. He pushed into her as hard as
he could. He couldn't wait for involuntary rhythm to start. He
pounded into her unmercifully, yanking his penis all the way out
only to push it in harder and deeper. The shaft brushed
sensuously against her abnormally distended vaginal walls.
Angie moaned at each forward thrust. His penis felt like a
rock, pounding into her, brushing her walls with each push and
scraping her with each pull.
Brad paid no attention to her exhausted moans. He rode her
as hard as he could: beating his penis against her cervix. His
buttocks flexed and forcibly pressed his penis straighter and
deeper into her vagina. The loud wet sucking sounds emitted when
he pulled his cock out spurred him on. He pressed faster and
deeper, his body pounding on top of hers. The end of his penis
hardened and burned. It strove to fuse with her belly. Brad
ground his body down harder and harder between Angie's widespread
legs.
Now Angie was groaning continually.
At last his climax came--he could feel the ejaculate coming.
His body contracted regularly and fast and the exquisite
sensations as the ejaculate spurted into her. His mind whirled in
the sensation; it encompassed his whole body, and then it melted
away.
Brad rolled off Angie's body and flopped limply on the bed
beside her. After he had recovered somewhat he was surprised to
see Doug dressed, sitting on a chair, observing him.
"Giving up?" Brad taunted.
"Yes," Doug said firmly. "and you are, too."
Brad turned his head to look at Angie. She was lying inert
beside him, her body still spread-eagled open, ready for
intercourse. "Well, she's not much good now anyway. Didn't help
at all the last time," he complained.
"Get up and get dressed," Doug said. "We'll go."
While Brad dressed, Doug went over to help Angie. He
straightened her exhausted body and maneuvered it underneath the
blankets. He got a washcloth and a glass of water from the
bathroom. Gently, he wiped her face and held her head up to force
a little water into her mouth.
"Are you ready, nurse?" Brad asked impatiently.
Doug disappeared into the bathroom and put the washcloth and
glass back. "Coming," he said.
Brad took one last greedy look at Angie, lying on the bed.
"Get plenty of rest, baby," he said with a snicker. "I'll be back
with more ammunition. We'll have a fucking good time."
Chapter 4
Doug couldn't put the degrading sight of Angie out of his
mind. He tried and tried but the sight of her lying on the bed,
head thrown back, legs parted and pulled back unnaturally, and
pelvis pushed up with the bright red swollen lips hooded over her
gaping vagina haunted his mind in psychedelic colors. No matter
what he did--read his lessons, measured chemical ingredients for
an experiment, or repaired the lawn mower--that obscene vision of
her would come back and fill his mind, cutting off his logical
thoughts. What bothered him even more was that when he thought of
her that way his penis swelled and burned. He would find himself
remembering the exquisite sensation of her hot pussy caressing his
engorged penis. He felt confused. Not in his wildest imagination
had he ever imagined that their harmless experiment would end that
way. Unable to work, he wandered around his home, pale, shaken,
forlorn.
His mother noticed his condition right away. "Due you feel
ill, dear?" she asked anxiously.
"No," Doug said crossly.
"Then something's troubling you."
"No!" Doug said violently.
His mother felt hurt. They had always been close in the
past, sharing thoughts and secrets. She knew something was
bothering him. Why wouldn't he tell her?
She tried another tact. "Don't you have anything to do?
You're pacing up and down like a wild beast."
"No," Doug said gloomily.
"What happened to the research project you were working on?"
she asked, too casually.
Doug didn't notice her tone. "I gave it up," he said
listlessly.
Immediately his mother's sixth sense buzzed her alarm.
Things must be even worse than she'd imagined. "Gave it up?" she
asked worriedly. "That's not like you."
Only then did Doug notice her reaction and realize how he'd
revealed himself to her. "Oh," he said hurriedly, "it was just a
small project. Of no real consequence."
His mother studied his face slowly. If the project was of no
consequence, then what was? She decided to talk the situation
over with B.C. at the first opportunity.
Doug turned on the TV and pretended to watch it. His mother
sat quietly, industriously working at her needlepoint and watching
Doug. She was thankful when she heard the car drive into the
garage. Soon her husband stepped into the rumpus room.
"Home early, B.C.? How was the lecture?"
Mr. Fleming bent over and lightly kissed her cheek. "Just
what you'd expect of old Buckner. All theory and no fact."
"If he'd change at his time of life, he'd be a god, not a
scientist."
"He's already a god by definition," Mr. Fleming said
jocularly. "Only a god performs miracles and he performed one
tonight. He seemed to have most of the audience believing him,
especially the graduate students."
Husband and wife laughed together.
"You must be tired, dear," Mrs. Fleming said. "Would you
like some tea?"
Mr. Fleming heaved a deep sigh and relaxed in his chair.
"You're reading my mind."
"Would you like some, Doug?" his mother asked.
"No, thanks, Mom."
Out of the corner of his eye, Doug watched his parents act
out their little ritual. Coming-home-from-a-late-lecture was a
routine they acted out at least twice a month. The moves were
always the same. He analyzed their conversation and their
actions. His mother sharing her husband's interests, anticipating
his needs; both of them sharing "in" jokes and touching each
other. That must be the stable kind of love--having respect and
consideration for the other person. If you felt that way about a
person, then the physical love was an added attraction.
Reviewing the past two weeks with Angie at school was
painful. How comforting it was to have her lying near him in the
quadrangle. The sun shining on a blowaway strand of her black
hair and turning it red. The possessive and protective feeling
he'd had when he held her hand in his. The sound of her laughter
rang in his memory. How much he'd taken all of these things for
granted! Only by losing them did he become aware of their value.
Somehow it didn't seem fair. There should be some way that a
person could know beforehand. So the person could recognize that
he was in love so he could protect the relationship.
Doug sighed deeply. Their sex experiment must stop. That
was certain. He'd tell Angie on Monday at school. But how to
stop Brad from trying to continue them? Reason meant nothing to
him; arguments had no interest for him. Brad didn't love Angie
like he did, and after yesterday night, he probably didn't have
any respect for her. That left fighting. The only thing that
would make an impression on Brad's Neanderthal brain. If he could
manage to beat Brad up, he'd probably leave Angie alone.
Doug sighed deeply again. Well, that's what he'd have to try
to do. He'd tell Angie on Monday.
* * *
The memory of Friday night haunted Angie's mind all weekend.
From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:49:40 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 4/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:49:40 -0700
The cruelty and the degradation grew more awful in her mind each
succeeding day. She could feel the heavy bodies lying on hers.
Hear their mouths panting and gasping in her ears. Feel their
hard throbbing cocks slide into her vagina; the bodies begin to
pound on top of hers. Then her own blood would begin to race--her
heart to pound, breath quicken. Her body would answer theirs--
pound rhythmically with them. And then she'd feel the hot,
scalding semen spurt into her, spraying her womb. Oh, God. Could
she ever forget it? The fear of being found out preyed on her
conscience until she began to feel that other people could tell
just by looking at her what had happened on Friday night.
She dreaded Monday, when she'd have to go to school. She was
sure she couldn't go. When Monday morning dawned, she considered
feigning sickness but she knew her father would be able to tell
that nothing was wrong with her. And then her mother would give
her the third-degree, trying to find out what she was up to. She
couldn't take that. Not now.
Apprehensively she trudged to school. Keeping a sharp eye
out for anyone she knew, she managed to avoid meeting Doug and
Brad and her other friends all morning. However, at lunch time,
Doug managed to catch her hiding behind a book in the quadrangle.
"Angie, I've been trying to find you all morning," Doug said,
thankful he had found her. He added contritely. "I'm sorry about
last Friday. Really. I'd give anything if it hadn't happened.
And--I wanted to tell you that I think our experiments had better
stop."
Angie's face flushed red with shame. "You're damned right
the experiments had better stop," she snapped. "I don't ever want
to see you again."
"Why not?" Doug asked, disturbed. "It wasn't my fault it
happened."
"it was too," Angie said hotly. "If you hadn't kissed me at
the door, Brad wouldn't have guessed."
"Look," Doug's voice rose under the stress, "I didn't know
Brad was there. I didn't invite him to come. You did. Why
didn't you tell me you did?"
"I tried to. Only he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept
following me."
The two looked at each other hopelessly.
"What's done is done," Doug said. "We've got to figure out
what to do now."
Doug's calm acceptance of the situation angered Angie who was
still trying to pretend it hadn't happened. "That's easy for you
to say. Who started the whole thing?" She asked passionately.
"Who?"
"Angie! Be reasonable--"
Angie remembered the boys' shameful and degrading treatment
of her helpless, naked body. How could he talk about reason? She
turned and started to run away. Doug ran after her and caught her
arm.
He pleaded, "Let's not quarrel about it. I'll make it up to
you in some way. I promise. Let's try to stop it before it gets
worse. I'll beat up Brad so he won't tell anyone. So he'll
stop."
Angie let out a wild peal of hysterical laughter. When she
could speak, she coated each word with venom. "You! Beat up
Brad!" She started laughing crazily again.
It was Doug's turn o blush a deep red. Embarrassed, he
stammered. "H-he j-jumped me from behind the other t-time--" Then
he stopped. What was the use? Angie hated him. It was finished
between them. Done. Misery rose and caught in his throat as he
watched her run away.
Angie ran blindly. She could barely see through her tear-
filled eyes. Where could she hide where no one could bother her?
She slowed to a walk and dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. The
language lab didn't have a teacher there all the time. She could
hide in the gym but if Miss Blodgett found her she'd be nosy and
try to force her to tell why she was crying. Probably the best
place to go was the library. She knew a dark corner there among
the bookshelves where she could hide.
When she entered the library, Angie was relieved to see few
people there. The day was sunny and warm outside so only the most
ardent scholars were studying today. She walked past the shelves
of books toward the dark corner. She didn't see Brad come in the
door behind her.
Brad had just glimpsed Angie stepping into the library door.
He went in after her and saw her disappearing behind a bookshelf.
He guessed where she was heading. A smile brightened his face.
Swiftly he followed after her. He found her just where he hoped
to--in a dark alcove shielded by a shelf of books. He stepped in,
blocking her exit.
"Hi! I've been looking all over for you," Brad whispered
gaily.
Frightened, Angie cringed against the wall. "I want to be
alone."
"Baby! Don't be selfish." Brad pulled her to him. "Just a
little kiss."
Brad's mouth smothered hers. His hands slid down her sides
and up her light sweater. His fingers felt her breasts and began
kneading her soft mounds of flesh and brushing tantalizingly
across the tips of her nipples.
Angie groaned, and in spite of her hate for the boy, felt her
body tingling into desire. Her vagina burned. Good God, not
here! In the library. She twisted her body around in Brad's arms
until her back and the softness of her buttocks faced him. She
did it so suddenly, he couldn't stop her but his hands slid around
the front of her body and greedily continued kneading her young
firm breasts.
Angie tried to pull his hands away but they were too strong
for her. She could feel her soft nipples turn hard and erect.
Brad's mouth was breathing gently in her ear, sending searing
electric shocks of unwanted desire down between her legs. Brad's
body pushed hers hard against the wall. His middle finger slipped
under the leg band of her panties and probed into her moist lips.
Frantically she tried to cross her legs to protect herself. Too
late. A finger gently caressed her clitoris. Sensual waves
seared through her body. She gasped and moaned softly.
"No. Not here. Please don't do it to me here!"
But her body ignored her words. Her vagina felt wet and
open. It began to press back against Brad's hard penis which
poked against her yielding buttocks.
Still teasing her clitoris with one hand, Brad took his other
hand away from her breast. "Burn, baby, burn," he crooned in her
ear.
Angie heard him unzip his fly. She felt his hardening penis
pop out of his pants and graze down under the soft yielding
crevice of her buttocks. Her body trembled. "Oooh!" she groaned
softly, in ecstasy. Her pelvis involuntarily swung back to rub
against his penis. Her insides convulsed. Her vagina dripped in
anticipation.
"That's it, baby. Swing it! Swing it!" Brad said hoarsely.
With one hand he tore her panties down; the her hand pulled
her buttocks out from the wall so she was half-bending over. Brad
pushed her miniskirt up. In the dim light the soft white moons of
her buttocks shone sensuously. He pushed down on her back until
she was bending over more. The dark crease of her buttocks
widened. He slid his fingers down the wide stretched crevice,
feeling her tiny puckered anus, her vaginal hole, the soft ridges
of her vaginal lips, the warm nest of her pubic hair.
"Reach back and feel me, Angie, feel me!" he said urgently.
Angie could feel his engorged member stretching like a pole
between her legs. Without thinking, her right hand reached back
under her spread legs and firmly grasped the fleshy shaft. She
rubbed her hand up and down it. It was hard and hot in her palm.
She touched a finger lightly on its leaden slippery head. It
slavered liquid, greedy to get in her. She could feel Brad's
finger circle around her vagina lips, softly at the sparse young
hair surrounding them. She moaned with pleasure. Her buttocks
flexed. Lubricant oozed from her open little pussy and dripped
down her thigh. She felt his finger slide into her moistened
vagina easily. Her warm, fleshy walls crushed down on it, trying
to keep it in. The finger moved out. Her pelvis rotated
backwards, trying to recapture it. The finger moved back in,
causing a burning trail where it touched the smooth throbbing
flesh of her cuntal passage.
Their bodies began to push and gyrate against each other.
Minds whirling, hearts palpitating, their bodies began to heat up
hotter and hotter.
Brad's eyes were glued to Angie's opalescent bottom. The
muscles dented each cheek as she flexed them. The dark slit
narrowed and widened as she moaned softly and moved her pelvis.
Her soft moist vaginal walls convulsed on his finger. Lubrication
squirted on his finger and dribbled out over his hand. Her pelvis
arched back farther and faster. His genitals burned. He couldn't
wait much longer. I've got to hold it, he told himself. Little
bitch! Let her fight for me this time!
Soft moans escaped Angie's lips. Her body was wracked with
hungry desire. Oh God, why doesn't he take me? she thought
helplessly through her building passion. She pushed her buttocks
harder back against him. Her whole body burned at white heat.
"Take me, take me," she begged softly, not aware she was
saying the words out loud.
But still she didn't feel the delicious rod push in her.
Maddened by passion, without thinking, her left hand pulled Brad's
finger out of her vagina and her right hand rammed the hardened
shaft of his cock in hard. She gasped in delight when she felt
her vaginal walls close around it. Mysterious cosmic impulses
permeated her being. She was impaled! Her whole reason for
living was happening. She worked her pelvis harder and faster to
bring the driving cock deeper and deeper into her.
Brad's triumph was complete. My God, what a hot little whore
dug into her, deeper and deeper. An unbelievable fire rose in his
vitals. It singed through his shaft in delicious agony. His mind
turned into a whirling kaleidoscope. "Mmm, mmm." He tried to
swallow his cries of delight.
Their bodies ground to a halt and locked, cumming in short
jerky spasms against each other. They stood still. Knowing
nothing. Feeling everything with their bodies. An out-of-this-
world feeling enveloped them as their orgasms jerked on. Too
soon, the pleasure ebbed away, leaving them stranded in the every
day world.
Brad's flaccid penis slipped out of her soft, satisfied womb.
It was dripping with secretions. Her vaginal opening looked dark
and cavernous and shone wetly. He watched his now small organ
slip ignobly back into his pants.
Angie stood up slowly, shakily. Her muscles ached. Her
stomach felt filled with the hot wetness of his sperm. She stared
at the wall in front of her, afraid to face Brad.
"Don't forget your panties," he said, holding them up to her.
She turned her head and their eyes met. His eyes showed
neither cruelty nor laughter.
"Thanks,' she whispered.
She looked at them. They were ripped down one side. She
wiped her wet vaginal area and her thighs with them, then folded
them and put them in her purse.
"You hair ribbon is falling out," Brad whispered.
Giggling, they helped each other dress and repair pair the
damages. Before the left, Brad kissed her long and hard on the
lips. Angie kissed him back hungrily.
"That's thanks for this time," Brad whispered. "Shall we
have more on Friday?"
"Oh, yes!" Angie whispered back. "I like it now!"
* * *
Brad paid court to Angie all week. Always smiling, always
gracious, always humble. They had long discussions in the
quadrangle at lunch times. He carried her books between classes.
He flattered her in front of the other students. Mary Jane and
her crowd were green with envy at the attention she was getting.
Angie felt like a queen, what with Brad and his friends and
Mary Jane and her friends all paying court to her. All thought of
Doug went out of her mind. Now he seemed pitiful to her, walking
around all hunched over, his eyes lonely and grieved. Brad and
how this situation was going to end, she wasn't going to. Brad
would never tell on her as long as he got repeat performances.
And she intended to oblige him, Why not? They turned each other
on like Roman candles. Why not enjoy each other?
On Friday afternoon after school, when she stepped inside the
front door of her home, she heard her mother's voice. It sounded
like it was coming from the direction of the kitchen. Angie
tiptoed nearer to eavesdrop. She peeked and saw her mother
talking into the telephone.
"--you're absolutely right!" her mother said, "they say
teaching sex in the classroom will lessen ignorance of sex, reduce
the numbers of illegitimate pregnancies, and reduce the incidence
of venereal diseases. But I don't agree. I think teaching sex in
the classroom will give the children more knowledge than they can
handle. They'll get all excited about it and want to try it.
It's too dangerous, teaching sex without teaching morality too.
It just can't be done."
Her mother paused to listen momentarily.
"Oh, Moira! Did I tell you? I had the most wonderful
experience last week. Angie and I had a very private discussion."
She paused to giggle girlishly, "You guessed it! I told her all
about it. It was such a memorable experience! Just think, I
wouldn't have had it if I had let Angie go to those sex classes at
school. I'd have been cheated out of it!"
If she only knew, Angie thought as she tiptoed away. What
would she do to her? She couldn't imagine. Maybe I should quit,
she thought. Play it safe. But, oh, how she'd hate to give up
Brad, now that he was so hot for her.
Angie banged things about in her room, thoroughly annoyed
with her mother. If she would only stop talking about sex, Angie
thought angrily. She doesn't know anything about it. Why does
she have to go and on? She makes me feel sick. I don't want to
talk about it or hear about it or do it. Ever again.
That evening, Angie curled up on her bed with a good book,
some chocolates, good resolutions, and Salome as she had planned.
She even turned the stereo down to a medium rumble so she could
concentrate on her reading. Even so, when the doorbell rang, she
heard it immediately.
"I'm not going to answer it," she said out loud to Salome.
She cuddled the cat closer to her and petted it immediately.
Salome began to purr loudly.
The doorbell continued to ring at intervals. Then Angie
could hear loud knocks on the door.
I don't care who it is. Let them go hang, she thought.
Especially her mother and Doug and even Brad.
But the ringing doorbell and the knocks began to jangle her
nerves. She endured it patiently as long as she could; then she
became upset. "Whoever it is has no right to bother me. I'll
call the police," Angie told Salome. "I'm going to tell them."
She marched down the hall righteously. "Hey!" she shouted.
"Stop banging on this door. Stop ringing the doorbell. Or I'll
call the police."
"Let me in," a boy's voice called. "Please. I just want to
talk to you."
"Who is it?" Angie called. She tiptoed to a living room
window and peeked around a curtain. It was Brad. And he had two
friends with him! How dare he bring his friends! Who did he
think he was! She tiptoed back to the door.
"Me!" the voice said.
"Who's me?" Angie called out.
"Can't you recognize my voice?"
"Don't you know your name?" Angie countered. "Or does it
begin with B?"
"B?"
"Yes. B for bastard."
"Open up; I'll surprise you."
"Get lost, Brad," Angie said impatiently. "I know it's you.
I saw you through the curtain. You'd better leave or I'll call
the police."
Angie stood behind the door and listened. The footsteps
moved around on the porch a little, then they seemed to walk away.
She smiled to herself and went back to her room.
The excitement at the door had spoiled her contented mood.
The book and the chocolates and Salome had lost their appeal. Her
mind strayed hopelessly. The slightest sound interrupted her
reading. The wind sighed in the trees and sounded ineffably sad.
The house creaked. Loneliness seemed to creep out of its gloomy
corners and sit watching her.
"My parents have been going out Friday nights for a long
time," Angie told Salome. "I've never felt this frightened
before."
She hugged the cat to her and listened for the next noises.
When she heard the doorbell ring again, she felt almost
relieved. She padded down the hall to the front door.
Angie called out. "I'm going to count to ten. If you're not
gone by then, I'll call the police, Brad."
"I'm not Brad," a muffled voice called back.
"Who is it?" Angie sneaked around to the window but the
person was standing close to the front door and out of her range
of vision.
"Doug," the voice said indistinctly.
"Who?" Angie called. The voice didn't sound like him.
"Doug," the voice said a little clearer.
The tone was funny. Maybe he's been smoking pot, Angie
thought. Or maybe he's been drinking. The desire to tell him off
good overcame her.
"You don't think I've forgiven you already, do you?" Angie
ranted.
The second she opened the door a foot stepped in the crack.
Angie looked up into Brad's grinning face.
"But you have already forgiven me, remember?" Brad said
laughing.
Angie threw her body against the door violently, hoping to
crush the foot.
"Angie, what's the matter with you?"
"I've changed my mind," she shouted angrily. "Go away."
Brad pushed the door open wider. He stepped inside and
grabbed her. She kicked and scratched and bit him.
"No, you're not changing your mind," Brad said decisively.
He struggled with her down the hallway to her bedroom. He threw
her on the floor and held her down. He pulled off his pants and
shorts. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her long black hair
and pulled it hard until tears started in her eyes.
"Now kneel," he commanded, "we're going to take a little
ride."
Brad pushed her body forward. Angie's weight fell on her
forearms; her buttocks swung high in the air. Brad threw her robe
and nightie over her head. His eyes drank in the sight of her
ivory-colored fleshy cheeks, with the dark slit in the middle.
Like a peach, he thought, as he ran his hands over the soft skin
on each side. So soft. He slid a finger lightly down the slit,
past the pink puckered anus, and felt her slightly open vaginal
mouth.
No, no, no! Angie's mind screamed. I don't want to anymore.
What if mother finds out? Doug was right. Why hadn't she
listened to him? She should stop having sex. It was too
dangerous.
"Please," Angie begged. "Let me go, Brad. I don't want to
anymore. My mother'll kill me if she finds out."
"You enjoy it," Brad said. "You were made for it. Besides,
I need it tonight."
Brad's hands played over her warm, soft buttocks. He leaned
over and licked her vaginal opening with soft light butterfly
touches. He could feel it convulse under his touches. He kept
licking faster.
Angie gasped loudly. Excitement ran through her blood. She
could feel her vagina begin to burn with desire. I don't want to,
she thought. But her heated young body ignored her mind. Her
hips rocked involuntarily.
"Oh, please stop!" she begged. All the while she plead, her
body swayed with desire. Pleasure, beginning in her vagina,
traveled through her body and erupted from her mouth as groans of
delight. "Mmmmm! Mmmm." Her groans turned into incoherent sounds
of animal-like pleasure. It's wrong of me to love this, she told
herself. But I can't help myself! Something must be wrong with
me, to enjoy it so much. Why can't my body listen to my mind and
stop? But it didn't. It smoldered with desire. Her body rocked
back and forth.
"Can't wait, huh?" Brad said with satisfaction. "Don't
worry. I'll give you the fuck of your life."
Bitch! Trying to keep him out. Go back on her word. He'd
get even. You're going to be rocking those hips out of joint,
pleading for me, he thought. His hand cupped her soft, hair
covered loins.
The pressure of his hand over her sensitive vaginal lips and
the hotness of his hand generated more heat which passed into her
body and, in turn, generated sensual heat. Angie closed her legs
tightly around his arm and wiggled her body, trying to get rid of
the torturing hand.
Above the sound of his heavy breathing, Angie heard
footsteps. Her parents! Omigod! She wanted to scream but no
noise came. She couldn't think. She couldn't get up out of this
degrading position. They'd see her! What would they say? What
would they do? A heavy weight grew in her heart.
The bedroom door flung open and two boys ran in. She
recognized Jim and Scott, two friends of Brad's. Quick relief
that it wasn't her parents was followed by shame that two boys she
knew at school should see her like this. Her naked buttocks
waving sensuously in the air. See her private parts.
"Hey! Look at that!" Jim pointed a finger right at Angie and
burst out laughing.
Angie closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. Tears streamed
from her eyes and dripped onto the floor. She wished she'd die.
She felt herself fainting. Her body began to relax.
"Hey, you fucking bitch! Come alive," Brad screeched
angrily. He slapped her hard on one of her buttocks.
The stinging slap brought her to. Confused thoughts fought
for possession of Angie's will. She shouldn't do this. This
hateful mockery of sex. Yet she had to. Because she wasn't
strong enough to resist. To get away.
Brad laughed. He uncupped his hand over her vaginal lips and
his fingers probed them to get inside, to find her clitoris. The
slippery flesh of her rubbery lips began to turn more solid. His
fingers found the little pronged clitoris. Lightly, like
butterfly wings, his fingers stroked the limp hook. She felt it
harden under his touch.
Angie's body twitched fretfully, searing electric shocks
coursed through her body at his touches. Her vaginal area began
to burn. She tried to remember that the two other boys were
watching. That she didn't want to get hot and lose all control,
but her mind began whirling. She couldn't remember. All she was
aware of was the fingers, leaving hot trails of desire behind
them. Her engorged clitoris, sending hot trails of passion
through her body. The burning sensation deepened, penetrated her
vagina. The walls shuddered, eager for action, and dripped with
lubrication. The vagina was ready and waiting.
Brad's penis arched proudly erect. It's engorged head
flamed. Purposely he pressed it against her buttocks as he leaned
over her and began teasing her pink nipples with his fingers.
They were already hard and erect. He kneaded her soft, jello-y
breasts until they turned firm under his touch.
By this time, Angie was breathing heavily. Long, helplessly
pleasurable moans came from her open mouth. Her pelvis undulated
rhythmically in front of Brad's face. The muscles in her buttocks
flexed and unflexed, making dimples in her cheeks then unmaking
them. Her mother was forgotten. The boys. Her resolution. Her
whole body writhed sensually. Her whole body wanted to.
Overwhelming desire to be filled and to be released. Her buttocks
began pushing backwards against Brad's penis, demanding
fulfillment.
Jim and Scott watched Brad manipulating Angie's body.
Excitement raced through their young waiting cocks when they saw
her body respond.
Jim stuck an elbow into Scott's ribs. "Wow! Get a load of
that!"
Scott's eyes couldn't pop out of his head anymore than they
already were. "I'm ready. I'm ready." He tore his pants and
shorts down; his penis stood up like a tree trunk.
Brad's pleasure mounted as he watched her flexing buttocks
first hide then reveal her open, already wet vagina. He could see
the vaginal muscles press outward. The soft, hair lined vaginal
lips were flowered open and flaming red. The sight of them
excited him; his hardened penis engorged even more. The head
flamed a dull purplish-red. It felt like it was ready to burst.
He held the shaft horizontally and teased her vaginal opening with
his large leaden head. At the first touch, Angie's lusty open
vagina lunged backwards greedily and impaled itself on the
hardened cock, swallowing it all at once.
The soft, smothering grip of her vaginal walls on his penis
shook Brad to the core. Turbulent passion whipped through him.
Both their bodies swung into action. Uncontrollably they flailed
against each other, uttering incoherent cries. Neither heard
Scott shout, "Save a little for me!"
Angie pounded her buttocks hard against Brad. She felt his
hard rod pound deeper and deeper into her. She wanted it. She
wanted more of it! Her body fought against his. To be stuck
together. Permanently. Her vaginal walls hardened and clasped
his whole penis, straining to keep it. The walls ravished
themselves and they ravished the penis.
Their bodies locked hard into position. Brad felt his penis
jerk into life and pump his burning semen deep into her wildly
quivering belly. Brad's mind fragmented. He let out anguished
cries of joy.
Angie gasped when the pressurized semen beat against her
uterus, spewing the hot, boiling sperm all over the walls.
Unbearable pleasure staccatoed back and forth with delicious pain.
She couldn't bear it! She uttered loud cries. Then her mind sank
down, down, down. She passed out momentarily.
Brad's penis deflated and slipped out of her vagina. He
dropped his body wearily beside hers. He was sated.
Angie's body had collapsed in a heap like a rag doll. Scott
ran to her, concerned. "Don't give out on me, baby!" He
straightened her body, pulling her legs apart.
Angie was only half aware of what he was doing to her. She
felt an arm slip under her stomach. It tried to lift her but she
was too relaxed for him to get a good grip. She felt the two
hands exploring her nakedness. They seemed far away at first;
gradually they left nerve-tingling trails in their wake. A hand
cupped a breast, tantalizing a nipple. Burning sensations whipped
down to her vagina and clogged there, re-activating her passion.
When she felt the hard head of a penis rub against her thighs, her
pelvis started working up and down.
"Hey, look at this, you guys," Scott ceased tormenting her
body to gaze in appreciation at her sensual body. It shone with
sweat. The dim lamp light reflected off her pert firm breasts,
her rounded hips. "She's insatiable!"
Angie's pelvis stopped flexing. Scott leaned over and
slipped his big cock between her buttocks. It disappeared into
her wet, slippery vagina easily. The vaginal walls covered it
like a glove, giving him a pleasurable jolt. His body crushed
full length over hers. Each of his hands slipped under her hips
and pressed her pelvis up against his as he see-sawed across her
body. Her soft buttocks jiggled against his energetic penis. His
body slapped loudly down on hers.
Jim watched Scott's penis pop in and out of sight, making
loud sucking sounds in her open vagina. His own penis, already
standing stiff, began to burn.
"Screw her, man!" he urged Scott excitedly.
Angie's body came to life again. Excitement drove her to
bang her body back against Scott's. She angled her pelvis off the
floor, straining to enclose his long, lust-hardened cock. Excited
animal-like cries escaped from her lips. Their bodies rocked back
and forth madly. Faster and faster until they rocked to a
standstill. She uttered a sharp cry like a wounded bird. The
pressure of his semen spurting against her uterus sent her into
ecstasy. She pressed her vaginal walls hard against his penis,
trying to hold it.
"Oooo. Oooo. It's so good," she moaned passionately.
When Scott relaxed his exhausted body on hers, his limp penis
slipped out. He rolled his body onto the floor and curled up and
rested.
"Now it's my turn!" Jim cried.
Angie rolled over on her back. Ohh, that floor was so hard!
Her muscles ached all over. She held her arms out to Jim. "Not
here. On the bed."
Jim's eyes appreciated the firm bouncing breasts, the soft
belly, and the hairy delta at the junction of her thighs.
"Anything to make it easier," he said enthusiastically.
He lifted her off the floor, carried her in his arms over to
the bed. He threw himself down on the mattress, still holding her
in his arms. They rolled around laughing, feeling each other up.
Teasing each other's bodies. Angie wrestled with him enticingly,
caressing his penis fleetingly. Their wild cries, heavy
breathing, and warm breath on their skin excited them. Jim
clamped his mouth on hers and kissed her soundly. Their tongue
explored each other's mouths.
Angie felt happy and free. Mom doesn't know what she's
talking about. Sex is fun. The most exciting game I know of. As
long as I relax and kid these guys along. Take each one as he
comes, everything will turn out al right. Thank heavens they
don't dip their wick, cum, and get out. Boom, boom, boom is no
fun. You've got to take time. Play around. Burn a little before
you light the fuse. Then you really get a bang! Ah, I waited so
long for my life to begin. Now it has. I love it. Fucking is
fun!
Jim's tongue filled her mouth, poking far in and stirring up
excitement deep within her body. Angie threw her arms around his
neck and held him tightly to her. She ran her hands down his
back.
Jim pulled away. He kissed hungrily down her throat onto a
breast. He sucked noisily on a tit.
Desire raced through her body again. Her body moved
fretfully, wiggling and arching against his. She slid her body
under him, pressing her pelvis against his. She felt his heavy
penis pressing against her legs, then flopping against her
stomach. Her body undulated sensuously.
She breathed deeply. "It's sooo good. So good!"
Jim enjoyed tantalizing her. How long should he wait to go
in? He hadn't had enough experience to know. She couldn't be
ready so soon!
Angie flipped completely. She couldn't wait. She could feel
the fleshy rod of hardened flesh flopping between their bodies.
She reached down, grabbed it, and pushed it down her to vagina.
It sloshed inside, making wet sucking noises. She pushed her body
up against its hard length, lifting her pelvis completely off the
mattress. Her pelvis ground savagely against his. Her pleasure
grew.
She gasped, "Uh, uh, uh."
Jim screwed deep into her. God, he thought. He'd drown in
her. What a hot little wench! She could take on an army. He
pounded her body into the mattress as hard as he could. His penis
burned to go deep and deeper into her. His body moved faster,
more rhythmically. He caught his breath. It was coming! He
couldn't hold it! Uncontrollable spurts. Two, three rapturous
spurts far, far up into her squirming little belly.
Their bodies locked together in a rigid embrace. She wrapped
her legs tightly over his back, jealously holding him in.
Preserving the passion between them. Too soon it ebbed. Emptied
of its load the limp penis slipped out. Their minds stopped
whirling and their bodies relaxed.
The excitement past, Jim kissed Angie delicately on the
cheek. "Thanks, baby." he whispered in her ear.
"Come on, Romeo," Brad demanded, slapping Jim hard on his
naked ass. "It's my turn."
Reluctantly Jim rolled off of Angie.
Angie felt it was degrading to be used like this, passed from
boy to boy. As Brad was settling between her thighs her lust-
dazed mind tried to form a protest. But as soon as Brad's stiff
cock slipped into her swollen vagina, filled her deliciously, and
began to stroke excitingly, all thought of protest vanished. Her
pelvis pushed up, eager for stimulation. She groaned aloud with
pleasure as Brad's initial thrust sank his stiff cock balls-deep,
and, in only a moment, the two bodies were churning in unison.
The night wore on but the four sensualists didn't tire of
their games. They played with each other, exciting and re-
exciting themselves. Their young bodies, so lethargic when it
came to carrying out the garbage, were bursting with sexual energy
From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:49:56 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 5/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:49:56 -0700
and re-heated time and time again. They couldn't seem to get
sated.
When they finally left, they left because the hour was late
and Angie's parents would be coming home.
"See you next week," Angie said at the door with a dreamy
smile. "All of you!"
"See you," they called back happily.
Chapter 5
Angie went to school warily the next Monday. Would the boys
have talked, spoiling her reputation? Would everyone be laughing
at her, pointing their fingers at her? You could depend on one
boy to keep his mouth shut, but could you depend on three? She
kept watching everybody critically, waiting to be put down.
However, Mary Jane and her friends were just as friendly to her as
ever. Her teachers seemed to be acting normally. She couldn't
believe no one would say anything to her about Friday night, but
no one did.
As soon as Brad, Jim and Scott saw her at school, they came
rushing over chattering happily. They escorted her to classes,
they carried her books.
Later on, she happened to be in the girl's lavatory combing
her hair when Mary Jane came in.
"Angie! What a darling dress. Is it new?" Without waiting
for an answer she rattled on. "I do like your hair that way.
Brad and his friends must like it too. Is brad as nice as he
seems to be?"
Angie murmured, "Guess so."
"He certainly seems to like you a lot," Mary Jane said
enviously. Half-jokingly she asked, "What have you got that I
haven't got?"
Mary Jane leaned toward the mirror and studied her pretty
face anxiously, trying to find the flaw.
Angie felt a kind of triumph. Now Mary Jane was wishing for
what she, Angie, had, and not the other way around. Angie smiled
secretively. She gave a last pat to her hair as she moved to go
out.
"Ask, Brad, why don't you?" she told Mary Jane brightly.
Angie gave Mary Jane a brilliant smile and closed the door
behind her.
As the week wore on Angie became lees concerned about her
reputation. She reasoned the boys wouldn't want their parents to
know what they were doing. And they didn't want to stop doing it,
so they wouldn't tell their parents on her. It was as simple as
that. Only one person might tell--Doug. He'd been awfully upset
about her and Brad. What would he think if he heard about Jim and
Scott? Well, she comforted herself, he probably won't find out.
I won't tell him and the boys can't afford to unless they want to
take a chance on getting caught.
The week passed quickly. Angie basked in her new popularity.
She looked forward to Friday evening too. Several times during
the week she got hot and it was no fun burning she decided. What
a wonderful thing sex was--to turn you on so high and give you
release at the same time. No wonder her mother was such a crab.
Burning all the time and never getting it put to her. She ought
to let herself go and enjoy her body naturally, not try to live by
unnatural rules.
That evening, when she opened the door, there were six boys
on the doorstep. "Oh, no!" she thought. She was stunned but she
hid her feelings. What could she do but go along with them?
"You know everybody, don't you Angie?" Brad said easily.
Angie nodded, giving them all a weak smile. Could she
satisfy them all? She wondered. She could tell by the new boy's
uneasy glances that they knew about the sex marathon and without
doubt expected to take part in it. It really wasn't fair. Brad
should have told her he was bringing more boys.
Brad confidently started down the hall toward her bedroom.
The other boys clattered after him in a bunch. Angie followed
behind. She couldn't help feeling disturbed. Things were getting
out of hand.
The boys looked approvingly around her bedroom. The stereo
blared out a sexy African beat. A small lamp on her desk in the
corner shone dimly, otherwise the room was dark. A bottle of wine
and some glasses were laid out on the desk.
"Wow! This is neat!" Keith exclaimed. He grabbed Angie's
arm and pulled her in front of him. "Let's dance."
Keith started wiggling his hips and waving his arms in time
to the sexy pounding beat.
Angie was glad of the diversion. Her eyes lighted up,
gleaming in the dusky room. Her body weaved back and forth
gracefully; her young little breasts jiggled and her cute little
bottom rotated seductively.
The boys eyes gleamed watching her sheer gown swirl about her
body now hiding and now highlighting the mounds of her breasts,
the swooping curve of her narrow waist, and the rounded mass of
her buttocks bouncing tantalizingly. Their mouths fell open,
mesmerized by that bouncing bottom.
"Sweetest little ass I ever saw," a voice said seriously.
Angie heard the remark. She felt more and more anxious.
What would happen when they found out? How could she tell them?
Their eyes kept looking at her expectantly. Undressing her body.
Ravishing it. She could feel it. She could feel a hand run down
her buttock. She swung away, out of range. They'll be mad when
they find out. She knew. A different hand grazed her breast,
igniting a flare of passion within her. If she could only think
of something to do! But there was nothing. Nothing. Another
hand ran up her inner thigh, lightly hitting her private parts. A
streak of desire flamed in her. Fear gripped her too. What would
they do when they found out?
Two arms grasped her strongly from behind. A face buried
itself in her wriggling bottom. Wet lips kissed down her
mysterious crack. The hands dug into her fleshy hips. She could
hear his rough breathing. She screamed and struggled to free
herself, beating her hands ineffectively on his head. But the
arms were like a vise.
"No, no!" she kept shouting.
Her body was pulled down. Hands were feeling all over her.
Warming her up. Uselessly her body rolled from side to side, her
arms flailing. Hot breath from the panting mouth erupted thrills
in her breast, bringing her body to life. The hot wet mouth
sucked hungrily on a hard nipple.
"Oh, oh, ooh," Angie moaned, her mind whirling, her body
burning all over.
The hot breathe and wet lips left a trail of slather down her
soft belly and headed straight down between her legs ...
Frantically, Angie put her hands there, covering her secret parts.
They were ripped away. The mouth moved downward.
"Hey!" a surprised voice shouted. "Look at this. She's got
the rag on!"
"Yeah?" several voices exclaimed.
Frightened, Angie lay still and silent. Her mind turned off,
too scared of the consequences. Fingers pulled down her napkin,
exposing her blood-stained pubic hairs, moistly wet vaginal lips,
and stained inner thighs. Wondering faces with curious eyes
stared attentively.
"By god, she is! What do we do now?"
"Fuck her anyway!"
"We can't," Robbie objected. "We shouldn't."
"Why not?" Scott asked. "No difference unless you're
squeamish."
"We'll get our baptism in blood!" Glen said excitedly.
"Man! I've always wanted to try it," Brad said exuberantly.
Angie's eyes looked like those of a trapped animal. Knowing
there was no use resisting.
"Where's an old sheet or something?" Jim asked. "To put on
the bed so her parents won't find out."
A sheet was found and was folded in fourths to provide
padding and was carefully spread on the bed.
"I want to finish what I started," Glen said.
The other boys didn't object. They wished they'd had the
nerve to do what he'd done.
Wordlessly, Angie let Glen help her pull her dress off over
her head. The other boys swallowed nervously when they saw her
pink tits staring openly at them. Angie laid back on the bed
docilely and spread her legs apart. Six pairs of eyes studied
every curve of her body, from her pink erect little tits down to
her blood-smeared black pubic hairs.
Glen's body crushed down on hers, pushing her breath out.
She gasped and readjusted her body, waiting to be sacrificed. If
her mother could see her now. She'd really kill her! She'd
thought the boys would let her alone this time. After all. But
no. They were more intrigued by her body. They had to have her.
Whatever her condition. They didn't care how she felt. What
would it do to her? She'd always heard people didn't do it when
the woman was bleeding. Would it hurt? She felt frightened.
Glen's mouth clamped hard on hers, bruising her lips. Caught
of-guard, her mouth opened to let in air. His tongue crowded in,
swirling around inside her mouth, pushing down her throat.
Gasping, in self-defense, she pushed her tongue back at him to
push his tongue out. Their tongues snaked in and out of first one
mouth, then the other. She felt her body heat up; her mind turn
on. Their tongues circled inside each other's mouths, filling
them. Low moans started deep in her throat. She clamped her arms
tightly around his neck, pulling his mouth fiercely down on her
own. Their bodies rocked spasmodically. Excitement raced through
every nerve. Her pelvis rubbed his sensually. She felt his big
hot penis press lengthwise against her soft firm belly. Her mind
started spinning. Their bodies began undulating up and down, up
and down. She grabbed one of his hands and put it over one of her
breasts. More, more, her mind cried. Turn me on more! His
fingers worked over it, cupping and squeezing it in time with
their moving hips. The tit caught between two fingers which
squeezed it rhythmically too. Their breaths came faster, became
hoarse.
Five pairs of eyes watched the naked bodies humping back and
forth, back and forth. Watched the light reflecting off her
breasts as the flattened and rounded alternately, off her hips
flexing strongly.
"Get her! Get her!" Brad said hoarsely, his penis burning
him.
Angie's legs opened wider. She pulled her hips back and
pushed her pelvis up hard against his body. Glen began panting
loudly, emitting animal-like cries and squeals.
The watchers saw him pull up his hips, hips huge red penis
hung free between their bodies. Angie's vagina was bloodied but
open for it. They saw purplish-red blood ooze out of it and
trickle down her white buttocks. They held their breath, waiting.
"Stick her. Stick her!" Jim croaked.
Angie pushed her pelvis up higher; her hips lifted off the
bed. Glen's fingers pressed his erect penis downward and he
lunged it into her. Their pelvises hung suspended for a moment;
then began grinding against each other. Humping up and down, up
and down.
The boys watching sighed and watched keenly to see what would
happen next.
Waves of emotion washed through Angie's body. She pushed and
grunted, pushing harder and harder. Her fingernails tore into the
flesh on Glen's back, leaving bloody scratches. She spread her
legs further apart and pulled them back, raising her pelvis up
straighter. She wanted him sinking in, deeper and deeper.
The boys saw the bloody penis pulling in and out like a
piston. Saw Angie's blood squirting up and spraying Glen's pubic
hairs and hips and then falling down on her own hips. Heard their
panting bodies knocking together. Glen's engorged balls slapping
against her tiny exposed anus. More blood fountained up; its
wetness caught the light and sparkled for a moment and then it
fell and dried a dull red-brown.
Their bodies worked frenziedly, pumping their feelings high,
higher. Their groans issued from deep within them.
Angie strained against Glen, desiring his penis more and
more. Her vaginal walls contracted around it, squeezing it,
inflaming it.
"Push harder, deeper," she begged. "Fuck me hard!"
She felt the blood spray out of her vagina. Heard the penis
make loud sucking sounds as it jackhammered into her. Her
breathing quickened; her desire heightened. The penis ground
deeper and deeper into her. Body a-fire, her mind orbited. Their
bodies furiously ground to a stop. Both cried out piteously.
Their bodies clung together, glued by passion.
Passion energized the whole room. The very air palpitated
with desire. All the boys stopped breathing. Time stopped. Hung
suspended. Then the two bodies on the bed relaxed. The spell was
broken.
"Out of sight," an awed voice breathed.
A great feeling of satisfaction filled Angie's body. She
enjoyed feeling the hardened cock in her. Completing her. She
liked feeling the body weigh down on hers. Commanding hers. She
felt content. Fulfilled. Her mind drifted peacefully.
Robbie let out a deep sigh. "Make war, not love."
"Best thing I've ever seen," Keith breathed.
The boys laughed nervously to break the spell, then a clamor
started.
"Come on, Glen. Get off of her. It's our turn."
"Come on, Glen. Get off her. It's our turn."
"I want to be next."
"No, me. I'm hurting."
"Whoever's biggest should be next."
"I am."
"No, I am."
"Look at me," Brad said. "I'm loaded."
He pulled his pants down and his big thick penis stood up
proudly.
"Everybody take your pants down." someone said
authoritatively. "Let's see who's biggest."
They all skinned their clothes off.
"Robbie's the longest," Jim said. "He's got a regular
fishing pole."
Robbie turned red when he saw all the eyes stare at his long
huge shaft standing almost straight up against his body. He was a
tall boy, close to six foot four. His penis looked more than a
foot long. Its shiny head was a deep purplish-red. Underneath
hung his large engorged balls; overhead fringed a semi-circle of
curly brown pubic hairs.
"Too much," Keith said, shaking his head in admiration. His
own balls were pretty large.
"But mine's the thickest," Brad argued.
"Tough shit. His length is proportionately longer than your
radius. It would multiply out to a greater volume."
"Well, all right," Brad conceded reluctantly.
"Come on, Robbie boy," Keith teased. "Let's see what you can
do with it."
Robbie turned even redder than before. He was the youngest
there and he was a virgin.
"Can't I rest a minute?" Angie moaned. Her body was feeling
too peaceful to move. She lay languidly on the bed.
"Why doesn't she start him out easy?" Scott asked. "Take him
in her mouth."
Angie looked at the enormous organ. "No. Its too much. You
want him to choke me?"
"We won't let him."
"He's just a poor inexperienced boy. Don't turn him down.
You'll give him a complex."
"You said you wanted to rest," Brad reminded her.
Hands pushed the hesitant Robbie over toward the bed.
"Come on now, Robbie. Don't chicken out."
"There you go, Angie. Our nation's finest."
"And toughest. Help yourself."
Robbie's penis was pushed up to her face. It looked even
more monstrous close up. Angie cringed backwards.
"Come on. Be a sport."
Keith lifted her up and Jim put her right hand on the penis.
"Turn him on. Let's see if it gets any bigger!"
At her first touch, Robbie trembled. He was shy and scared.
He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling, as if in supplication.
Angie sensed his feeling. She pitied him and didn't want to
humiliate him. At the same time she felt cornered. Could she
even get that big thing in her mouth? She ran her hand nervously
down the shaft. The purplish-red head stared at her dumbly.
"Come on now," Brad said impatiently. "You can do better
than that."
Reluctantly she ran her hand up and down the full length, her
fingers and thumb enclosing it. Robbie let out a deep sigh. She
felt the heavy instrument harden more in her hand. Robbie closed
his eyes tightly.
Angie noticed the other boys stare critically at Robbie.
Brad's face had a cruel smile on it. She knew the boys would
tease Robbie unmercifully if he didn't reach an orgasm. He
reminded her of Doug, sweet and unassuming, eager to please. Her
sympathy went out to him. She rubbed the young excited cock
lightly between her two hands and blew her breath gently against
the angry-red head.
Robbie's tall body swayed. Ohhhh, it burned down there.
Still rubbing, her pink tongue snaked out, titillating the
purplish-red tip. The head was so engorged the skin on it felt
like plastic. Her tongue swirled in little circles on its tip.
The circles widened. The penis moved slowly between her lips.
She swirled it around the cavern of her warm, saliva filled mouth.
Massaging the shaft with one hand, tickling his testicles with the
other, she worked faster and faster.
Robbie had been trying to control himself. Not to show his
building passion. Suddenly a loud groan burst from deep within
him and shook his lanky frame. His hands reached out blindly for
support caught her shoulder, the other tangled in her hair. He
held on with all his might. Desire he'd never dreamed of began
boiling in his vitals.
Angie sucked on his penis. Its head swelled larger in her
mouth. She pushed the penis in and out of her mouth. She pushed
it in, deeper and deeper.
He began groaning continuously. His fingers dug into Angie's
hair and into her shoulder. His sex organs felt white-hot. The
pressure in his penis grew and grew. Uncontrollably, it jumped
into action on its own, contracting wildly in and out of her
mouth. It pulled her cheeks in and out with it. He leaned
forward, pushing it farther into her mouth, filling her throat.
His breathing quickened, his mind whirled. A live feeling filled
his lust-hardened cock. He couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand it!
Angie choked. The penis stuttered in her mouth, pounding in
and out, plugging her throat. It seemed to heat up in her hands
and mouth. She struggled to breath. Her cheeks tired of being
stretched outward and being pushed inward. She started to pull
away from it.
Blind passion took over Robbie. He grabbed Angie's head in
both hands. Then clenched it in a death grip and pulled it toward
him, forcing his penis harder into her mouth. It's unleashed head
machine-gunned at her throat cruelly. His groans rose. His body
was a mass of turned on feeling.
Suddenly he felt it coming. He gripped Angie's head harder.
To still it. It was coming, coming. He cried out. Loudly. A
frightened animal cry. And another. And another. Again and
again. Ejaculate sprayed her throat powerfully, flooding both her
throat and her mouth. Her cheeks bulged. Her Adam's apple rose
and fell as she gulped painfully to swallow. Another pressurized
squirt burned through his penis. Robbie's mind spiraled. His
whole being turned on.
Angie's eyes rolled. Her cheeks pouched out like a
squirrels' cheeks full of nuts. Painful gulps wracked her body.
She couldn't. She couldn't swallow. No more. She struggled to
open her mouth. To breath. Her skin turned white.
"Man! Look at that," Keith said in awe.
Robbie's penis spurted again and again. Four big ones. A
fearful grimace of pleasure froze on his face. Angie gulped. The
semen gurgled down her throat. She was sure each time she
couldn't swallow again. Pain filled her mind. Her agonized face
was dead-white.
"Shouldn't we pull him out?" Jim asked anxiously.
"Would you want to be?" Brad asked him.
Nobody said anything. They knew the answer. Hell, no. The
boys stared, hypnotized by the sight.
The last little spurts came. Robbie's rigid body relaxed.
His monstrous organ became flaccid. His hands loosened on her
head. The limp penis slid out of her mouth.
Angie fell back on the bed exhausted. Rasping breaths shook
her whole body. Color began coming back to her cheeks. Angry
thought raced in her mind.
The other boys crowded around Robbie, pounding him
affectionately.
"Hey, man, you really turned on."
"Helluva trip for the first one."
"Sure you haven't been fucking your mother?"
"Go on! He's probably been screwing that fat-assed sister of
yours."
"Don't say anything about my sister!"
"Don't get uptight. He's just kidding."
"How'd you like it? Something, huh?"
"You're a real man."
Robbie beamed self-consciously. He'd never imagined it could
be so good. But now he felt real tired. Bone-weary.
"I wanna sit down,' he said, a small whine in his voice.
Willing hands held him up. "Here. Sit over here. It's the
most comfortable chair." They escorted him to the easy chair.
Robbie plopped himself down. His lanky frame hung all over
it, dangling arms and legs onto the floor. He laid back and
closed his eyes. He'd never felt so content.
"God damn it, you guys! You should have helped me," Angie
raged.
Brad waved his arms helplessly. "What could we do?"
"Pull him out."
"Right at his orgasm?" Scott said aghast.
"He damned near choked me to death," Angie said defensively.
"Would you like it?" Glen asked. "To stop on the brink?"
"I would if I were choking to death," Angie asserted.
"But you weren't," Jim said.
"It sure as hell felt like it," Angie insisted.
"But he was having a ball!" Jim said.
"It was no ball for me," Angie stated positively.
Everybody stopped talking to consider her last words.
Suddenly Glen started laughing.
"Ball!" Glen gasped.
The other boys looked at him, laughing hysterically. Then
they caught on to the joke. They started laughing too.
"What's so goddamned funny?" Angie asked suspiciously.
The boys laughed even harder, throwing themselves on the
floor and rolling around.
Angie stared at them, a puzzled frown on her face. "What is
it?"
"No balls for me," Scott told her, tears streaming down his
face.
Angie caught on. She began laughing too. Balls! She caught
the hysteria and began laughing harder. She began rolling back
and forth on the bed, her arms holding her sides, laughing madly.
Brad recovered first, his eyes attracted to the ivory-colored
moons of her soft, shimmering buttocks reflecting the light.
Unconsciously his mouth dropped open as he drank in the sensuous
curves of her smooth white bottom rolling from side to side so
titillatingly, His laughter died in his throat; he was aware of
his hot penis burning between his legs. He stood up then jumped
on her moving body on the bed.
The other boys were quick to notice Brad's action. They
jumped up and in ones and twos tackled the two tangled bodies on
the bed. The mass of electric arms and legs wildly flashing in
the dim light beat on each other half in fun and half in earnest.
Hands grazed at every part of Angie's body all at once. At
her yielding breasts, her curvy back, her soft firm tummy, her
rounded buttocks, her hair covered vaginal lips, her blood-
streaked inner thighs. She twisted her body to and fro, screaming
happily, excited by the lightning-powered fingers rousing her
flesh. Her hysteria rose. Her laughter turned into a long
screech of joy. She flopped her body about, enjoying the crushing
weight on her, the stinging slaps, the grazing fingers.
"Eeee, eeee, eeee!" Her cries rose higher and higher until
they stopped. Her body shook silently with the excitement. She
gasped for breath.
The tumbling bodies frolicked happily about, beating and
tickling each other. Their energy soared for a while and then
waned. The bruises on their bodies began to hurt.
"Get your finger outta my eye."
"Quit kicking my dick!"
"Jab your own ass."
Pairs of boys began fighting each other in earnest.
Brad took advantage of the situation and hung onto a breast
of Angie's, sucking away for dear life, while his left hand played
with her blood-stained thighs and sperm-soaked vagina.
Scott was the first to notice. "Hey, you guys. Quit being
asses. Brad's making time."
Instantly the fighting stopped. They all stared at Brad and
Angie.
"Whose turn was it?" Jim asked.
"Shoulda been mine as much as his," Keith said bitterly.
"I was just as big," Scott said aggrieved.
"No, you weren't," Keith shouted.
"Hell I wasn't," Scott retorted.
"Cool off, you guys," Glen intervened. "You're letting Brad
shaft you."
Jim grabbed one of Brad's legs and started pulling it. "He
shouldn't start until we all agree to it."
All pounced on Brad, trying to pull him off of Angie. Slowly
they dragged his body backwards.
Brad had poked his third finger in her vagina so her hips
were dragged too. And Brad's mouth had developed such a suction
on her breast that the rubbery breast stretched thinly between
Angie's chest and his mouth pulling away.
Angie screamed in pain. Her hands beat on Brad's head,
trying to make him open his jaw.
Jim struck at Brad's head too. "Let go, Brad."
Ignoring the blows, Brad clamped his teeth down harder on the
nipple.
Angie's screams rose higher with a frightened note in it.
"Christ, Brad," Keith implored. "Let go."
Brad kept his jaw clamped tightly over the overextended
nipple. Angie kept screaming and screaming. The other boys
became frightened at her cries.
"Hell, let him go," Scott said, sitting back.
The other boys let go of Brad too and got up and moved away.
"Shows what a bastard he is," Glen muttered.
He moved off to the bathroom to wash his bloodied body. His
penis was coated with Angie's menstrual blood, his stomach
spattered and his thighs streaked.
Brad continued sucking vigorously at Angie's tit while he
snaked his body onto hers.
Angie's cheeks were wet with desire. She breathed loudly
through her open mouth, recovering from the pain. All her desire
was gone; pain replaced it. Her breast ached and Brad's sucking
mouth kept it hurting.
"Leave me 'lone, Brad," she moaned, trying to push his mouth
off her breast.
Brad just sucked harder.
The steady pain bore through her. Her patience snapped. She
screamed as loud as she could, "You're hurting me!"
Angie started to lash around at his hardened penis and balls,
trying to hurt him so he'd stop.
Brad easily fended off her blows but her attempt to hurt him
angered him. He stopped sucking and looked down at her. "You
really want to get it, don't you?"
He raised his hips, felt around her hole with the end of his
penis, then rammed it into her hard. The big, fat organ scraped
inside her, hurting all the way. Blood whooshed out, covering
their bodies and the bed.
Thoroughly out of the mood and unready, Angie screamed.
Frantically she rolled her body back and forth sideways, trying to
get the penis out. She only managed to hurt herself. The penis
stuck in fast because it was so thick and hard.
Brad settled his body weight heavily down on hers, pinning
her body beneath his. "Little bitch, you really want it, don't
you?"
He slapped his pelvis hard at her, shoving his penis in
farther. Angie stopped in mid-scream, her breath knocked out of
her. The warm soft touch of her vaginal walls enclosing his cock
on all sides intimidated it, giving his desire a breath-taking
jolt. He began working over her, pounding into her.
"No, no, no, no," Angie moaned, still shaking her body
sideways.
Brad's hardened rod of flesh pulled all the way out of her.
Unknowingly, he pounded it against her ass. Stars danced behind
his eyeballs. Hastily he grabbed the bloody shaft and stuck it
into her again, pushing it in brutally. Whore! Thinking she
could stop him. He'd get her good so she couldn't get away.
While his penis worked up and down, squirting blood out of her, he
wiggled his right hand third finger into her crack and groped
around for her anus. The finger felt the puckered opening and it
wiggled against the tight hole, trying to force it's way in.
Angie felt the finger probing her anus. Her mind reeled.
Yelling, she jerked her pelvis up off the bed, trying to escape.
Her ass fell down heavily on the finger and it was pushed inside.
Searing pain engulfed her. She yelled louder. She tried to pull
herself off but she was skewered on both sides! While the penis
pounded in her front side, the finger wiggled in her backside.
She groaned loudly, arching her body in pain.
"What the hell's he doing to her?" Robbie asked innocently.
Scott grinned. "Goosed her."
Robbie looked uncomprehendingly at him. "Goosed her?" he
repeated.
"You know," Scott said impatiently.
Robbie's face still looked scandalized.
Scoot jeered. "Haven't you ever heard of that?"
Robbie looked at him blankly, not wanting to admit his
ignorance.
With her body anchored in one place. Brad pounded freely
into her. His shaft pulled out, shining with her bright purplish-
red blood. It disappeared all the way in, making loud sucking
sounds. His heavy balls slapped sharply against her buttocks.
His finger wiggled in her anus, feeling the movement of his penis
through its thin walls.
Desire began to fight the pain in Angie's body. Her vagina
began to burn. Repulsion against the finger worming around in her
rectum faded away. Her feeling of fullness was augmented by
having both the penis and the finger in her. Her vaginal walls
began to contract around the penis, pulled out with it and being
pushed in by it. Her mind began psyching out, colors flashing.
Brad had pounded his rhythm into her body. It responded. She
pushed her pelvis hard against his. Eagerly she pulled her legs
back so her could fuck farther into her vagina. Pound into her
uterus.
The boys watching saw her response. They all began to burn.
Their breaths caught in their throats, waiting for the orgasm.
Keith was sitting on the floor, shaking his body back and
forth with Brad's rhythm, holding his cock in his hands.
Triumphantly, Brad felt Angie's body respond to his. He tore
harder into her, pounding with all his might. His mind started
turning on, higher and higher. He knew he'd be cumming soon. The
heavy smell of her sexual excitement filled his nostrils. The
sharp sucking sounds died away as his huge shaft began to move
faster and pulled out of her less and less. His penis began
contracting wildly. Its head touched against her uterus, deep
inside.
Angie could feel that Brad was reaching his orgasm. She
strained to catch up with him. She wiggled her bottom in circles,
feeling the penis and his finger skewer her insides. Her passion
rose. She could feel Brad gather strength for his last great
push. Her mind began to circle and fly off into space. She
gathered her strength to push back. Their bodies jarred suddenly
against each other and held. She could feel the hot, jetting
stream inside her. Overwhelming pleasure drowned her senses. She
drifted off into unconsciousness.
The boys watched the bodies turn into statues. Not a person
breathed. Each lost in his own paradise. The long moment passed.
The bodies relaxed. The boys avoided looking at each other. Each
pretended to be absorbed in some personal thing, like scratching
an ear. Or else the boy pretended he hadn't been caught up in the
emotions of the fucking.
Brad lay languidly on Angie, feeling completely washed out.
Hesitantly, he whispered in her ear. "Ange."
Angie's mind was still drifting in her paradise.
"Ange," Brad whispered again.
She stirred her body beneath his.
"You're still the best fuck I ever had," he whispered. "I'm
sorry if I hurt you."
Angie heard. Happiness pervaded her being. High praise for
the ignorant daughter of a frigid mother! She tightened her arms
around his neck in reply.
Brad understood that she heard and forgave him. He hugged
her back. They lay together quietly a few minutes longer.
"Well, what do the rest of us do, play with ourselves?" Scott
asked sarcastically.
Brad rolled off Angie slowly, luxuriously. "You can have
what's left," he said grandly.
The rest of the evening passed away happily. Each boy took
his turn in orderly fashion, each doing his own thing. When they
were through, they all crowded into the shower to wash the blood
off. Angie too. She was in the middle, laughing and pinching the
boys' bottoms in retaliation.
Everyone agreed this had been the most exciting night so far.
From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:50:14 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 6/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:50:14 -0700
The boys hated for it to end. Sure there was next Friday. But
they had a good thing going now. Be crazy to walk away from it.
Angie got more insistent and upset so they finally left.
As they walked home in the dark, they bragged about their
sexual prowess. Their bodies felt free because their sexual
energy was used up temporarily. The stars had never shone
brighter nor the air smell sweeter. They lingered together, not
wanting to breakup the group and to break the spell.
Chapter 6
The sun shone in the window of the classroom. Angie dropped
her English book on her desk and sat down noisily. Mr. Thornton
stopped writing sentences on the blackboard and turned around to
look.
"Feeling frustrated today, Angie?" he asked, kindly.
Every time Angie saw Mr. Thornton lately, he disturbed her.
He turned her on and that bothered her. He was too good-looking
to be just a high school English teacher. And he wasn't that much
older than she--fresh out of collage.
"It's too good a day to stay inside," she replied grumpily.
"The afternoon will soon be over," he said soothingly. He
turned back to the blackboard and began writing again.
Angie hunched over her desk, resting her head on her hands.
She stared at his right arm moving up and down as it wrote. He
had nice long arms, Mr. Thornton. She wondered how they'd feel
wrapped around her neck. They'd be strong and sure, she just
knew. And the smell of Lime aftershave lotion would be strong.
Her eyes crossed a little as she sat lost in her daydream.
A poke in her ribs awakened her rudely. "Hey, Ange. Why are
you staring at Mr. Thornton so funny?" Keith asked nosily.
Angie's face burned bright red. "I wasn't even looking at
him," she said haughtily. "I was just looking straight ahead."
"I saw ya!" Keith looked at her slyly out of the corners of
his eyes. "You were too."
"Oh, leave me alone," Angie said shortly.
"Don't get uptight," Keith said appeasingly. "I didn't mean
anything by it."
"You're the one who made something of it," Angie retorted.
Keith tried to appease her. "It's too nice outdoors to stay
inside."
"Yeah," Angie agreed. "Same way I feel."
The tardy bell rang. The late students clattered in, banging
books on their desks, banging their bodies against everything. A
short, heavy-set boy banged his body against Angie's desk
purposely, gave her a knowing look, and sat down in the seat
across the aisle from her.
Angie knew who he was--Sonny Van Dozen--but she only knew him
by sight. His father was a mechanic or something so he'd never
been invited to the same she'd been. She gave him a dirty look
and haughtily turned her head away.
Sonny kept looking at her all during the class. Angie tried
to ignore him. To concentrate on Mr. Thornton who was talking
away. He was so handsome. She wished she had been old enough to
go to collage with him. He had such lovely eyes with long curly
brown eyelashes. And those lips! When he smiled he made her melt
inside. She sighed and stared at him hungrily, not hearing a word
he said.
Suddenly she heard a soft noise and felt a sharp sting on the
side of her head. "OW!" she said loudly, clapping a hand over the
spot. She looked around to see what had hit her. A big spitwad
lay in the aisle. When she looked up, her eyes met Sonny's. He
grinned familiarly at her.
"Bastard!" she whispered. She stuck her tongue out at him
and made a dirty sign with her fingers at him.
Mr. Thornton eyed her sternly. "Miss Marlowe, how do you
spell aggravate?"
Angie straightened up guiltily. She looked at him anxiously,
not wanting to make a mistake. "A-g-r-a-v-a-t-e?"
Mr. Thornton's look was disapproving. His manner said
plainer than words, "You've not been listening." His glance
surveyed the class. "Ellen?"
"A-g-g-r-a-v-a-t-e, aggravate!" Ellen said smugly, giving
Angie a triumphant look.
"Thank you, Ellen," Mr. Thornton said, smiling at her.
Humiliation filled Angie's soul. She looked down at her desk
and bit her lips to choke off the rising sob. How could Mr.
Thornton treat her so cruelly? Smiling at that slob, Ellen. A
heavy depression settled on her.
Somehow Angie managed to get through the rest of her classes.
The clock freed her of school at three o'clock and she was happy
to leave. She looked forward to closing herself in her room with
only Salome for company. They would listen to rock-n-roll records
and not think about the terrible time she'd had in her English
class.
She walked along briskly, not paying attention to anybody
around her. The running feet she heard behind her, she ignored.
But when they caught up to her and her arm was grabbed, she looked
around surprised, Sonny Van Dozen? What did he want with her?
He grinned at her in an insulting manner. "You sure walk
fast for a girl," he said cheerily. "I was afraid I wouldn't
catch up with ya."
Angie recoiled from his familiarity. It made her heart feel
cold. Everything about him repelled her--his short stocky body,
his pale freckled skin, those clowning grinning teeth. I wish you
hadn't caught up with me, she thought. Out loud she said, "What
do you want?"
Sonny was taken aback by her directness. He didn't have an
answer. He turned red and started giggling uncontrollably.
Angie looked at him disgusted. "Well?" she said impatiently.
"Duhh," Sonny tried to think of something to say.
"My mother expects me to go right home," Angie said. "Go
home and think of what you wanted to ask me. You can ask me at
school tomorrow."
She turned and hurried away.
Sonny stared at her open-mouthed. She sure was a fast
thinker! He licked his lips. He knew what he wanted from her all
right. He just didn't know how to tell her. He trotted off after
her, following a short distance behind. How was he going to work
it?
Angie heard his steps following after her. She speeded up
her pace, he speeded up. She slowed her pace, he slowed his.
Damn him! She war, nearing a small park that was only a block
from her house. Quickly she looked around to see if anyone, else
was near. No one was. She felt frightened.
She stopped and faced Sonny. "You leave me alone," she
shouted.
Sonny had seen her looking around. He had seen there wasn't
a soul in the park besides them also. The inane grin reappeared
on his moonface. He walked faster towards her.
Terrified, Angie dropped her books and started running. If
only someone would come walking in the park! But no one did. She
began to pant, partly from her exertions and partly from her
fears. She heard Sonny's running steps get louder behind her.
Desperately she tried to speed up. The running feet got closer
and closer. She was beginning to wheeze. Her sides ached but she
kept running, A strong hand gripped her arm. She cried out and
struggled to free herself. Two hands imprisoned her arms in a
vise-like grip.
"You are a fast one, ain't ya?" Sonny sneered.
"Oh, please! Let me go," Angie begged. "What do you want
with me?"
"I've heard about you," Sonny sneered. "A real pussy swinger
they say."
Shock immobilized her. The boys. They'd been talking. How
could they? After all she'd done for them!
"They're lies. All lies," Angie screamed. "I've never done
anything. Really I haven't."
"Not from what I heard," Sonny said jovially. "And I aim to
get me a piece of what you bee throwin' around too!"
He started pushing Angie off the path toward some bushes.
Angie refused to pick up her feet. She held her legs stiff
so he couldn't make her walk.
"No, no," she wailed piteously.
Roughly Sonny dragged her behind the bushes He pushed her
down on her knees in front of him.
"You can't, you can't," Angie kept repeating.
Holding her tightly with one hand, he used the other to unzip
his fly and to pull his still flaccid penis out. It hung outside
his pants like an obscene banana. Stealthily, he looked around to
be sure no one was coming.
Angie was quick to notice. "A policeman goes by here every
hour. He should be here any minute."
"You're just trying to scare me," he said. He pinched her
arm cruelly in his grasp. All the same, he worried. Maybe she
was telling the truth. She lived near here; he didn't. He
didn't' know this park because it was too far from his home. He
hesitated.
Angie made a move to get up. Why didn't someone come to save
her?
Sonny shoved her back down brutally. "Not so fast. We won't
take time to ball today. Save that for another time. We'll take
a quicker trip."
At first Angie didn't know what he meant. Quicker trip?
Sonny didn't waste his time explaining. He stepped up close to
her, put his left foot on her right calf lying on the ground,
anchoring it there. His wrinkled penis dangled in her front of
her face. His stale body odors sickened her. Oh no! Not that
dirty thing. Her stomach convulsed, wanting to vomit. Turning
her head away from him, she pulled her lips inside her mouth and
held her jaw tightly closed. Please, God, send someone to save
me!
Sonny's eyes gleamed. That little whore, thinking she was
too fine for him. Her hoity-toity manners. Throwing her little
ass around in front of every boy at school. He'd show her. He
knew about all that balling she'd been doing. Overheard Brad and
his gang bragging about it. Well, he'd take his too. It was only
fair.
"Open up," he ordered. He pushed his half-erect penis
against her cheek, her ear, her chin, her forehead.
Angie cringed away from the probing organ. She leaned over,
holding her head close to the ground. This couldn't be happening
to her! Raped by the worst boy in school!
Sonny smiled sadistically. "Want some persuading, huh?" He
stepped down hard on her right leg. Angie cried out. Quickly he
let go of her arm and grabbed her shiny black hair. He jerked her
head up, pulling hard on her hair until he saw tears come to her
eyes.
"Please," Angie begged. "P-please." If only someone would
come!
Sonny laughed at the pain he saw in her eyes
"You want a broken leg?" He shifted more weight on her leg.
The heel of his shoe smashed painfully into her calf, making an
angry red welt. Angie whimpered.
"You want no hair?" He yanked her head back.
Angie's necked ached at the unnatural angle he was forcing it
into.
He pressed his penis against her infolded mouth. "Take it!"
Angie's eyes clouded with pain. She could see he meant it.
The shoe cut deeper into her leg. A scream started deep in her
throat and forced its way out. Sonny watched her mouth opening
and held his penis ready to ram it in. Before the sound could
escape, it was cut off by his slowly hardening cock. Angie felt
its length slither across her tongue. She tasted its stale sweat.
It palpitated in her mouth softly as though it were already going
to explode. No, no, no! Don't let it happen to her!
Sonny began sliding the big prick in and out. Her warm wet
mouth gave it a pleasing jolt. He kept moving it in and out,
feeling his desire rise in it.
Angie could feel each hair ache at its root. And the pain in
her leg was steady. This couldn't be happening to her! This
obscene rape of her mouth. She closed her eyes. Her brain
wouldn't work. She couldn't think straight. She felt helpless.
Like a robot she watched the long yellow cock move in and out of
her wide stretched lips. The picture of his yellowed stump
protruding from the brownish nest of pubic hair above and the big
engorged balls below seared deep into her mind. Please save me,
somebody, was all she could think.
"Start sucking, gang fucker," she heard him order above her
head. Fearfully, nervously, she began moving her tongue and lips.
The taste in her mouth, the smell in her nostrils overwhelmed her.
Her whole body shuddered, trying to retch. Her mouth convulsed
open wider, preparing to vomit. The bodily juices hung in her
throat.
Sonny jammed his thick shaft in harder, filling her throat.
The foul spittle hung at the top of her throat with the vomit.
She couldn't swallow them. She mustn't. The penis worked in and
out of her mouth, cutting off her breath. She tried not to
breathe. Choking and gagging, the spittle and the vomit fell down
into her stomach. Aaagh! She could taste it all the way down.
She tried not to think of what she was doing. But she couldn't.
Not with that thing in her mouth and his testicles slapping her
chin. His repulsive body odors polluted the air around her head.
Sonny watched his big dick slide into her pretty little mouth
and slide out. Lightning sensations shot up his spine. He
gloated. Now he had her Pretty haughty face just where he wanted
it. Lapping up at his balls. He gloried in watching her lick and
suck his prick as if it were a yellow lollipop. Watching her
beautiful red lips move stirred his excitement deep within him.
Her bobbing head inspired his penis with its rhythm. His hips
writhed and strained as if he were in the spasmodic throes of
death.
Angle could no longer fight against the hardened shaft
thrusting in and out of her mouth. Weakened from pain and lack of
oxygen, she let it move into her mouth without resistance. She
felt it stretching and expanding more and more. The thought of
what was coming repelled her. Futilely she tried to twist her
body away. To pull her mouth away from his hideous bloated organ.
In vain. Where was somebody? To save her.
Sonny's eyes began rolling in his head. Swaying his body
rhythmically, he gathered his strength for a last effort, then
sunk his shaft deep down her throat hard.
"Lick it, baby," he crooned. "For all you're worth."
Hopelessly, she fought to breathe. She heard him crooning
and swearing and groaning with delight as his semen burst out of
his penis, showering in her mouth and filled it. Her cheek
swelled outward, painfully full. The raging rush seemed to last
forever. She tried to open her aching jaws wider to let it pour
out of her mouth. Some dripped out, but not fast enough. She
mustn't swallow it. Not a drop. But her mouth filled quickly and
it put pressure on her cheeks. She strained to hold it but her
overtired cheek muscles relaxed and she swallowed. Her face
turned deathly pale with her effort. The lack of oxygen weakened
her body. She felt herself begin to sway. Her mind turned off.
It seemed to far away. A swift realization streaked through her
mind--you're fainting. Her body relaxed. Semen poured down her
throat and down her chin. Her crumpled body dangled from Sonny's
hand still clutching her hair. She swallowed the pungent liquid
desperately to keep from choking.
Relief pervaded Sonny's body. He looked down at Angie. At
her tangled black hair, her semen-spattered face. The bitch had
been spitting it out.
"One last thrill, baby." He pulled her face into his loins.
Half-aroused, Angie glimpsed his obnoxious penis rushing
toward her eyes. She shut them tightly. The round rubbery hose
pressed into the side of her nose, smearing the remainder of his
sperm across her lips and chin. The disgusting smell emanating
from his wiry pubic hair was even stronger.
Sonny held her there a long moment, sadistically enjoying the
tears squeezing out of her closed eyelids.
"That'll take care of you," he said in a mean tone.
He pushed her down on the ground, looked around to see if
anyone was in sight, and then stalked off, zipping his fly as he
went, without a backward glance at Angie.
Angie lay crumpled on the grass like a battered rag doll.
She lay there stupefied for several minutes. Slowly her mind
cleared. Oh, why hadn't someone come to the park and saved her?
Why had she had to undergo such a horrible rape? Too unspeakable
to think about. Hatred welled up in her. Hatred for all men.
Especially Sonny. And Brad, who had also used her. And Doug, who
had started her on sex. She cursed the day she first tried it.
Why had she thought it was so great,? It sure as hell wasn't all
the time. Wearily, she sat up, straightened her clothing, and
smoothed her hair. She had to go back and pick up her books. She
hoped her mother didn't see her come in the door.
As soon as she got home she took a shower. A long one. She
kept rinsing her mouth with water and spitting it out. She soaped
herself two or three times, trying to wash away the obscene act
that she had been forced to endure. She was a very subdued Angie
as she stood there, washing her sins away. Conflicting emotions
about sex arose in her. How could she both hate it and love it?
Desire it and be repelled by it? She decided sex was a very
personal thing. You had to like a person before you could enjoy
it. Of course, she really hadn't liked Robbie all that much but
she did sympathize with him. Probably that was why she hadn't
minded with him. But that Sonny. Yetch! She'd never let him get
close to her again. Not even in class. No matter how much her
body wanted to, she would never consent to having sex with Sonny.
Under any circumstances. Those foul odors of his! Good God!
Last Friday. She really hadn't had that much fun. Too many boys,
She wished Brad wouldn't bring any more guys than there already
was. There was a limit. Word was getting around. She might get
caught. Her parents find out. Her mind contemplated that thought
for a long moment. If she could only go back! Back to being just
a girl again. Unsexed. Ignorant. Well, not ignorant. She had
been very curious. If she had known more about it, she might not
have tried it. Wouldn't have been so curious. Knowing but
inexperienced. That was the best. For girls her age. Fourteen.
She wondered if Mary Jane had tried it. Probably not. She was
such a ninny. But prudish. She wished she could go back again.
To innocence. But the boys wouldn't let her. Nor her body. Once
it was aroused. Innocence could be lost only once.
That night when she laid down to sleep, disturbed thoughts
flickered in her mind. Trouble had gone to bed with her and
wouldn't let her sleep. Her body was tense, keyed up. The more
she thought about her fears the more formidable and real they
became. What if someone had seen her in the park with Sonny? And
just stood and watched them? They might tell her mother. Maybe
the boys were talking too much and too often about the Friday
nights. Maybe someone was calling up her mother right now. Her
body shivered under the warm covers.
It seemed to her that she didn't fall asleep all night.
Anxiety and fear lurked in her brain, playing games with her
emotions. She watched the dusk turn to darkness. Safe in the
blackness, she reviewed the humiliations she had undergone that
day. They had started in English class. When Mr. Thornton had
been angry with her. All over again she felt the sting of
rejection. Tears flooded out of her eyes and rolled down her
cheeks. A stream flowed into her mouth and she swallowed them
until she began to dislike their salty taste.
Mr. Thornton shouldn't have done that to me, she thought.
She imagined going up to him and saying, "Mr. Thornton, you're my
favorite teacher. I try very hard to please you."
Then what would he say? "Miss Marlowe, I've been so busy I
hadn't noticed. But I will from now on. If I hurt your feelings,
I'm sorry.
"Well, you did a little," Angie would say.
"I want to make it up to you. It's 3:30. Almost cocktail
time. Let me buy you a drink at the Adobe Inn."
"Mr. Thornton! I'm too young to go there."
"Well, then, how about my place?"
"Just a quick one. My mother doesn't like me to, you know."
"What will you have?"
"Uh-h-h. Scotch."
"On the rocks? Or?"
"Oh, just some orange juice."
"That's an odd combination. Sure you want it?"
"Of course. I always drink it."
"Here you are. Skol."
They raised their glasses and toasted each other. Then Angie
tipped her glass and took a big swallow. Yuck! It tasted awful.
But she couldn't let on to Mr. Thornton that she didn't know how
to drink. She smiled at him.
Mr. Thornton smacked his lips. "I needed that." He cocked
his head to one side and stared at her. "You know. You have
lovely lips."
"Oh, Mr. Thornton!"
"You do," he said seriously. He moved closer to her. "Just
a little kiss."
Angie remembered. She mustn't. She'd given up sex. She ran
away from him. "No, Mr. Thornton. No, no!"
Mr. Thornton turned half-crazed with passion. "I must have
you!" he shouted.
Angie felt like a bird in a cage. Her heart pounding wildly,
she beat on the doors and windows of the room trying to get out.
Mr. Thornton lunged at her. He caught her sleeve. Savagely he
pulled at it. A loud sound of cloth ripping. He was tearing her
dress off! She threw her arms across her chest to cover her naked
breasts.
He'd already seen them. Her pert ivory mounds with their
pink erect tips pointing at him. He slavered at the mouth. He
grabbed for them with both hands. Oh, to squeeze the softness out
of them!
Angie ran wildly about the room, barely escaping his grasp,
bumping into furniture--chairs and end tables. Goose pimples
popped up all over her half-naked body. She had only a half-slip
and panties on.
Mr. Thornton tackled her from behind. Their flying bodies
crashed onto the floor. Angie's breath was knocked out of her.
Stars danced before her eyes. She half-passed out. She felt Mr.
Thornton tearing at her half-slip. He was ripping it off. Oh,
no! She screamed with fright. She felt his hands on her hips.
Laughing wickedly, he pulled off her bikini panties.
Waving them excitedly in the air, he danced around the room
crying, "Beautiful! Beautiful!" Then he hung them up on the
chandelier. "Run them up on the mast," he shouted crazily, "so
everyone can see."
Angie stood naked in the middle of the room. She posed her
arms and legs. She was pretending to be the statue of Venus. Mr.
Thornton ran all around the room looking for her. But he
couldn't. Even though she was right there. In plain sight! Not
finding her, he took out a big bull whip and began flicking it
about the room. C-c-rack! C-crack! The leather tip swung by her
ears, barely missing them. Then it flicked by her face, hissing
like a snake. It cracked at her feet. She began dancing to
escape the tip. Then she began running. The leather wished
across her back, leaving a diagonal cut. Blood poured out at one
end.
"Come on, tigress," Mr. Thornton shouted, "fight with me."
Abruptly, he lunged at her, grabbing a breast in each hand and
pushed her down on a bed.
Angie felt herself falling. She screamed. Her arms and legs
whipped outward to stop herself falling. She fell and fell. She
could see Mr. Thornton's naked body falling too. He would land
right on top of her! She saw his broad white shoulders. Brown
hair on his furry chest. His big desire-hardened cock protruding
from his wiry brown pubic hair. The cock grew bigger and bigger.
It was pointed straight at her. Straight at the hot, hungry
little hole between her legs! Her body hit bottom and lay spread-
eagled.
Mr. Thornton's eyes bugged out when he saw her widespread
legs. Her red vaginal lips open and ready for him. His penis
shot into her vagina like an arrow, disappearing up to the hilt.
He ground it around deep up in her quivering little belly for the
pleasure of it. A big smile on his face.
Angie screeched in pain. She felt his giant cock throb
inside the moist softness of her throbbing cuntal passage for a
few seconds. She had lost her virginity again! Oh, how deep he
had penetrated her! Setting her insides on fire. Against her
will. His wildly rotating cock skewered her to the floor.
A deep-throated groan reverberated throughout his body. His
animal lust flared. He began to fuck her savagely with long hard
strokes. His giant prick pulled all the way out--poised
glistening with lubrication--and pushed deep back in her. All the
way.
Angie was helplessly impaled on his monstrous shaft. It tore
viciously at her insides at each stroke. She groaned and writhed
her body under the driving force of it. His rotating hips pounded
down on hers. The weight of his heavy body crushed hers to the
floor.
"Mr. Thornton," she cried. "Stop! My mother doesn't like me
to fuck!"
"Weird," he said. "Does she want to keep all the fun for
herself?"
"No. She's frigid."
"Good! Then you can make up for her to the world," he said
as he plunged his rigid white shaft deeper and deeper into her.
The muscles of his body flexed and tightened at the command of the
living cock pumping madly up and down, sliding around in circles
inside her rapidly expanding soft void. He muttered
unintelligible obscenities as he kneaded and tore at the soft
yielding flesh of her buttocks, thighs, back, and neck. Raising
red welt. Hurting her.
In wild excitement, his hands grabbed her calves and thrust
her legs up viciously until her thighs were bent clear back to her
shoulders. Her buttocks cracked open revealing her tight,
puckered little anus. Above it, her vagina gaped open, seeping
warm colorless sexual lubrication. Her erect clitoris poked its
hard head out from her bright-red engorged vaginal lips. He
ground his teeth at the sight. Sadistic list contorted his face
into a mask of cruelty. His excited cock battered into her, up
and down, up and down. He worked over her body feverishly.
Riding the waves of passion.
Angie's legs ached from being pushed so far back. Her anus
stung every time his heavy balls slapped against it. A tunnel of
pain was blazed into her by his huge devilish penis. She realized
now. She was just another piece of female flesh to Mr. Thornton.
To be fucked at will. How could someone nice be so mean? He had
always seemed nice to her. Sweet and smiling. Not this wild
beast energetically desecrating her young body. It couldn't be
him. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of this bestial
animal ravishing her tender loins. Her innocent ivory-skinned
body. 99% pure. Her pleas for mercy settled into helpless
muffled groans. She was pinioned under him and there was nothing
she could do about it.
He fucked her vigorously. His passion mounted and he rode
her with a sadistic delight, smashing madly into the softness of
her body. He wanted to smash it flat. To beat it into
submission. A bestial cry grated out from deep within him. With
fast short strokes, his painfully hardened penis contracted deep
within her. And then his penis went off like a steam whistle,
spurting sperm all over inside her. She could feel the pressure
of it beating steadily against her walls. His penis and his sperm
filled her up tightly. Can he get it out of me? she worried.
What if it's stuck in me? We'll have to stick together forever.
The idea was too horrible to think about.
Finally, his raping machine stopped firing. She felt it
become soft and small inside her. Mr. Thornton's heavy body
collapsed on hers. She felt his now-little penis tickle around in
her. So little and harmless now, the former wild, raging beast.
She began to laugh. She laughed and laughed until she choked.
Angie opened her eyes, feeling horribly depressed. Where was
Mr. Thornton? Her mother mustn't find him here! She'd tell the
School Board on him if he wouldn't go. She sat up in bed and
stared around her. Why, she was in her room. Alone. There was
no one here. She had been dreaming. And it had seemed so real!
Realer than Friday nights. She laid back down to consider it.
She couldn't go on this way. Thinking about sex all the time.
Day and night. Even dreaming it. She couldn't study. She
couldn't do anything else.
She laid there thinking what a mess she'd made of her life.
It had started all in fun. But now the fun was gone and only the
bitter reality remained. She was caught between her lust and that
of the boys and her mother's orders. Unless she was very lucky it
would just be a matter of time before she was caught and her
secret spread all over. When her mother found out, then what?
She couldn't imagine.
At school the next day, she felt really weird in Mr.
Thornton's class. As if she shouldn't be there because of what
happened in her dream. She studied his shoulders to see if they
were as wide as the ones he had in her dreams. They looked about
the same size. Her glance traveled down to his crotch. What did
it look like? Would it be as big as it had been in her dream?
Big enough to get stuck in her? She couldn't tell a thing from
his flat crotch. He must be wearing awfully tight jockey shorts,
she decided. If she grazed it with a finger--accidentally--she
bet she could bring it to life. She could just feel his hard
shaft push up inside her ...
"Miss Marlowe!" she heard his voice say sternly.
She jerked to attention. "Yes?"
"Will you please stop daydreaming on class time?"
"Yes, Mr. Thornton," she answered automatically. If you only
knew the night dream, she thought to herself.
* * *
When it came time to go home, she really got scared. She
couldn't see Sonny anymore. Maybe he was already in the park,
hiding behind some bushes. Waiting for her. I just can't go home
alone, she thought. She looked over the crowd of kids around her,
trying to see someone she knew. Only one popped into view--Doug.
Dammit, she thought just when I need them, Brad and the others,
they aren't around. She didn't want to talk to Doug. It would be
too embarrassing. They were strangers now. But when she thought
alternative--Sonny lying in wait in the park--well, Doug seemed
pretty harmless by comparison. She let herself be mixed up in the
crowd of kids and swept toward Doug.
"Oh, hi!" she said, surprised to see him.
He looked at her somberly. "Hi."
"Mind if I talk with you?" she asked innocently.
Doug shrugged his shoulders.
"How have you been?" she asked curiously?"
"Fine," he said shortly.
They were away from the crows now and near the park. Angie
looked around her warily. Today the park had five people in it.
Where had they been yesterday?
"What have you been doing?" Doug asked, groping for something
to say.
"Nothing much," Angie said diffidently.
Doug considered her answer silently for a moment. Should he
tell her? Probably better not. None of his business anymore.
Instead, Doug said, "I'm sorry I did it in front of Brad."
"You were sorry," Angie said understandingly.
"That's no excuse. I shouldn't have. No matter how I felt."
he said forcefully.
A tender rush of feeling for him flooded her heart. "It's
done now," she said neutrally.
"No matter how you look at it, it's wrong for girls to mate
with boys in quantities," Doug said seriously. He'd obviously
given the subject a lot of thought. "It's unnatural. Against
nature. A boy can mate with several girls serially, but the
reverse isn't true. The law of commutations doesn't apply here.
It's just so. Because humans are like other animals. One male
can have a harem of females, but one female never has a harem of
Males. It's biologically unnecessary. Bees don't count. They're
an exception. Maybe it's that way because a female can be
impregnated by one man at a time; then she has to take nine months
off to have a baby. In that length of time, one male can
impregnate a finite number of females, depending on their
availability."
"Doesn't seem fair," Angie objected.
"A male and female aren't equal--they're opposites. Fairness
is irrelevant."
"But women should be able to play around as much as men!"
Angie said indignantly.
"No. That's not the way things are set up," Doug insisted.
Angie had been nervous all through the park but now they were
stopped in front of her home she felt at ease again. She said
stubbornly, "Women ought to be able to make their own rules."
From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:50:30 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 7/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:50:30 -0700
"If they are adaptable to the biological facts of man," Doug
qualified.
"And one woman and several men together is wrong?" Angie
asked.
She was practically admitting her guilt, Doug thought. He
said delicately, "Angie, you should stop. It's too dangerous.
Some are talking."
Angie looked at him. She knew he would let her stop if he
still came around. But Brad and the other boys? She shook her
head. "Even if I wanted to--" She choked on her emotions. Hell,
yes, she wanted to stop. But it was too late now. Too late.
Misery clouded her eyes.
Doug looked down at her pityingly. "If I can ever help you--
"
Angie stubbed her toe in the dirt. Looking up at him, she
flashed a big smile. "You have helped me."
Chapter 7
On Friday evening, Angie still didn't know what she wanted to
do. Her parents wanted her to visit a relative with them. They'd
be leaving in a few minutes. Should she go? What would the boys
do when they found her gone? Would they tell on her or get even
some other way? Might be good to test them so they wouldn't take
her for granted. On the other hand--well--oh, hell, might as well
admit it. She needed someone. She'd been burning all day, off
and on. The slightest thing turned her on. Even the goddamned
fat g's Mr. Thornton wrote on the blackboard. She'd stared at
them and felt herself get a hot ass. After Sonny--yuck--she'd
thought that would be it. No one could tempt her back to bed.
Here she was turned on so high she'd be ready to jump in bed with
almost anyone. Except Sonny. She was annoyed with her body
making problems for her.
She heard footsteps coming down the hall. A light knock;
then the door opened. Her mother walked in. "Angie, are you
ready?"
Angie frowned. "Mom, I don't want to go."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just don't feel like it."
"We don't go to visit Aunt Helen that often," her mother said
irritably.
"I don't care," Angie whined. "I don't feel like sitting
around being polite." Should I tell her I need to be fucked before
I go? she thought wickedly.
Mrs. Marlowe stood undecided for a moment, clearly angry.
"We'll see what you father says about this." She turned around and
went back down the hall.
Angie pulled off her dress, kicked off her shoes, and slipped
under the bedcovers. She pinched her cheeks to make them appear
redder. She heard her father's footsteps in the hall. She opened
one eye weakly when he stepped into the room.
"Angel, don't you feel well?"
"I really don't daddy. Can't I stay home? Please?"
Her father had his finger on her wrist taking her pulse.
"Oh, daddy," Angie explained. "I'm not really sick. But I
don't feel well enough to sit around visiting all night. I've got
a headache and the sniffles and I feel rather feverish--" she
stopped to catch her breath.
Her father murmured comforting sounds and pushed one of her
eyelids back to look at her eyeball. Having satisfied himself
that she was not seriously ill, he said jokingly, "You're sure now
that you're not sick of relatives?"
"I like Aunt Helen and Cousin Erica," Angie protested
vehemently. "Its just that I don't feel up to sitting around
being polite all night. If we'd gone yesterday or if we went
tomorrow, I'd go in a flash. It's just today."
"If you feel that strongly about it," her father said. "You
can just stay home. Get plenty of rest. Have you taken some
aspirin?"
"I did an hour ago."
"All right," her father said cheerily. "We'll try to hurry
home."
"Don't do it," Angie stopped herself abruptly, then rushed
on, "You mustn't on my account. Stay as long as you like."
"Well, we'll see," her father said amiably. "I was hoping to
come home early anyway. I have an operation early tomorrow.
"Truly, Daddy, don't worry about me. I'll be all right."
Her father looked at her fondly. "Good girl." He kissed her
lightly on the forehead. "I'll stop by to see you when I come
in."
"Daddy, you don't need to. I'm a big girl now." She smiled
and waved to him.
* * *
That night six boys came. Some were drunk and some were high
on pot. They turned the stereo up as high as it would go and
crashed around her room, singing, swearing, fighting, drinking,
dancing, and smoking. A new young-looking boy called Mel, sucking
on a bottle of vodka kept yelling to the room at large, "I want to
be first, I'll have beginners' luck." No one paid any attention to
him.
Angie circulated among the smiling boys, puffing on their
cigarettes and drinking from their bottles.
"You're the hotpants we've come to lay?" a tall boy asked
half-humorously, half-contemptuously, looking down at her from his
great height.
"Think you can fill 'em up?" Angie asked sarcastically.
His eyebrows popped up in surprise. "Hell, yes! What're we
waitin' for?" He reached for her.
Angie ducked out of his reach and ran screaming happily away.
She bumped into Keith; he grabbed her around the waist and they
spun around and around in circles. The pitch of Angie's screams
grew higher and higher.
Brad was lounging in the easy chair. "Oh, it's good to be
back!" He looked around the room, bright eyed.
The whirling Angie bumped into his legs. For a split-second
he saw her cute little ass in full sight, automatically his arm
jerked toward it and he goosed her.
Angie felt the finger suddenly poked in her crack. She
yelled, half-frightened. The other boys turned to look and
laughed at her holding her hands protectively over her bottom.
"Damn you!" she shouted, stamping her foot.
A handsome boy with long curly brown hair stood at one side
of her. He smiled. "You're cute."
Angie gaped at him, taking him in. Like a Greek god, she
thought. Galvanized into action, she rushed up to him, throwing
her arms around his neck. "Help me."
"Sure I will, baby," he said. One arm was around her neck;
his other hand ran up and down her long shiny black hair. Her
cheek felt so soft against his. He smelled her mother's perfume
that she'd lavished behind her ears.
"Who are you?" Angie murmured in his ear.
"Chuck Dillion."
"Where are you from?"
"New York."
"What are you doing here?"
"Just visiting. I'm Scott's cousin."
Tentatively his lips brushed down her cheek to her mouth.
Would she object? Her mouth turned to meet his.
"Contact!" someone shouted.
Loud whistles pierced the air.
The two paid no attention. Their tongues played hide and
seek, drilling inside of one mouth, then the other. One of
Chuck's hands slithered down under her silky blouse. It cupped
the soft mound of her breast. Gently his fingers caressed its
tauntingly tender rounded contour. Delicately a finger teased the
nipple to erect.
"Mmmm!" Angie's whole body felt alive. Lusty trails of
desire flashed down to her vagina. Ohhh, it felt so good! She
remembered that time. With Doug. When they'd first made it.
This would be like that. Only better. A pleasurable groan shook
her body. She lifted up her right leg and twined it around
Chuck's leg. She felt his body tremble with passion, pressed into
her inner thigh. She rubbed her body against it. Softly. He
began breathing sentoriously. His arm reached under her left leg,
lifted it up and holding her in his arms, he ran with her to the
bed. He threw them both down. Still kissing they awkwardly
pulled their pants off.
Lying close to each other on their sides, they both explored
the other's body. Angie reached for his penis, cupping it in her
hand and caressing it. It felt hot and hard to her touch. She
felt his fingers trail up her inner thigh. She began breathing
louder. The light fingers moved up, circling her vulva, playing
with her soft curly pubic hairs. Then they moved into her vaginal
lips. His gentle strokes awoke a fiery passion in her vagina.
Her pelvis swung upward, reaching for him ... She was moaning
passionately, brushing her top leg over his body.
He felt the openness between her legs beckon him, desire him.
Her hips were wiggling sensually against him ... The leg rubbing
his body, pulling it nearer ... A groan escaped from deep within
him. Angie's hand directed his waiting cock to her shadowy
regions. She circled its end around in circles, outlining her
vaginal opening.
Both began panting; their hips undulated toward each other.
Neither knew exactly when his penis entered her vagina. All of a
sudden their tension heightened. Chuck rolled on top of her.
She loved the crushing weight of his body on hers. She loved
his penis, lighting fire in her. She pulled her legs further back
and hungrily thrust her pelvis up against him. Their bodies
rocking wildly together, she clamped her legs across his back and
worked them up toward his neck, shoving his eager shaft deeper and
deeper inside her. Her vaginal walls throbbed and convulsed
around it ...
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She couldn't
stand it. Couldn't stand it. Her passion rose to a feverish
pitch. A heavy orgasmic wave shuddered through her body. A
Primeval force energized it and blanked out her mind. The surging
shook her from head to toe. All words, all pictures disappeared
from her mind. Only feeling, a white-hot passion, remained,
glowing. Her body hung suspended on a balance between the mundane
and the cosmic worlds. Then the passion soared to a fantastic
height, filling every cell. She felt a keen awareness of feeling
in every cell. Of conquering the height of meaning. Of being.
Her body shuddered with the immensity of the passion, quaking
incessantly. Her breath fluttered. Her heart fibrilated. Her
body trembled rapidly at an intense pitch. She was doing what she
was made for. Orgasm rapidly followed orgasm. She felt Chuck
reach his too. His ejaculate squirted in her. Her body shook
like a hummingbird's wing, holding the fantastic pitch, quivering
steadily, one minute, two, three. Passion completely consumed
her, then it subsided and passed away. Sweat bathed her whole
body. A languorous feeling possessed her. Her heartbeat and
breathing returned to normal. Simple thoughts came slowly to her
mind.
"Christ a'mighty! What were you doing?" Chuck asked
astounded.
Angie looked at him blankly, not comprehending his words.
"What happened to you?" he demanded.
She smiled. "Status orgasmus. It's never happened to me
before." She felt blissful. Her body curled up into a ball; her
limbs felt fairy-like.
"Status or-what-mus?" Scott asked.
"Status orgasmus," Angie repeated. "It's when a woman has
one orgasm after another very fast. It can last five minutes or
more."
"Wow!" Jim exclaimed, shaking his head wonderingly. "You
must be the hottest girl alive."
Angie smirked. I probably am, she thought to herself,
pleased.
"Hey, let's keep this show on the road," Scott said.
"Yeah, whose turn is it?" Jim agreed.
"Let me choose," Angie cried.
"What do you think?" Jim asked Brad.
Brad tried to think. He was still tripping. He couldn't
concentrate. He gave up. "Why don't we let her?" he mumbled.
Angie looked at their faces. Who to choose. All looked
eager. Who? "Take off your pants," she said.
"What?" Scott asked surprised.
Angie looked at him calmly. "Take off your pants. You're
going to have to later anyway."
"Wow-ee!" Keith shouted.
Laughing, they pulled their pants off.
"Shorts, too?" Brad asked daringly.
"Shorts, too," Angie replied.
With more shouting and horseplay they pulled their shorts
off. Angie stared at all the passion-hardened penises.
"Choose, choose," the boys began to chant.
Angie grabbed Jim's cock in her hand.
He leaned toward her, grinning. "I'm ready. I'm ready."
"Not yet," Angie said.
She went down the row of penises, holding each one in turn.
When she touched Glen's, he held back. I don't think she's going
to choose me, he thought. He closed his eyes and tried to control
his eager penis. The touch of her hand burned into him.
Angie watched him control himself. "This one."
Surprised, Glen opened his eyes and stood there.
"Well, don't you want to?" she jeered softly.
"Crazy," he said. "I was thinking. Let's try something
different."
"What?" she asked.
"I'll show you," Glen laid down on the bed beside her, turned
her over on her stomach. He pushed his shaft against her anal
opening. Her tight opening held. He pushed harder.
Frantically, Angie pleaded, "Glen, get off of me. It hurts."
"Give it a chance." Damn the hole, he thought. It wa so
tight. He pushed harder, forcing his penis slowly inside her.
Sweat poured from his brow and his penis felt racked.
The watching boys saw the tight brown ring strain open. The
penis squeezed through, forcing its way in. They watched the
length of it disappear into her anus.
Angie yelped like a bitch in heat. Her body flopped around
under his, trying to escape. She felt his penis scrape all the
way in her. Omigod! What would happen next? She could feel the
huge length of it stretched in her intestine. The glans throbbed
inside her. Palpitating with ejaculate. She felt all of it. All
of it. She waited. He was still. The pain. It was gone. There
was none. The penis filled her. It began to feel good.
"How is it?" Glen asked.
"Tight," Angie answered.
"Let's start slow," Glen said. The tight fit stimulated his
cock beyond anything he had ever felt before. At his first thrust
forward, he felt his desire rise. Slowly he pushed forward and
pulled back. God, it began to feel good! So good. He began to
get excited. He pulled back and up. Angie's tight anal ring cut
painfully like an elastic band around his penis. She cried out
painfully. He began to become inured to the pain. The pleasure
was mounting. He started to fuck into her faster, deeper.
Angie's face twisted in pain. "Stop, Glen. For God's sake!"
She bellowed like a stuck pig.
Glen paid no attention. He kept rocking and rolling in her.
On and on. Angie's fright passed. She began to get used to the
unnatural invasion. Even the pain began to feel normal. The
fullness in her started sensual cravings. She began rocking her
body back and forth, in his rhythm. Her groans became colored
with delight.
Brad watched her tortured face; her rocking body. The
hypnotic humping bodies. His penis began to burn feverishly. Oh,
he couldn't stand it. He needed to cum. Quickly, he jumped up
and shoved his penis into her open mouth. He didn't have far to
go. He pushed it in and out rapidly, pushing hard down her
throat.
Angie gasped at his unexpected attack. She lost track of her
feelings. What was going on deep up in her ass. All she knew was
she couldn't breathe. Her body humped along without her,
instinctively. Still desiring. Still wanting to devour the
penis. She tried to see who it was. Just his rotating hips were
in view. Black pubic hair. Heavy, sperm-engorged balls hitting
her chin. Colored lights danced in her brain. Muffled moans
accompanied her undulations. Automatically, she began twirling
her tongue around his glans, licking and sucking the penis. She
knew it'd cum soon. It was so big. So hard.
The audience attention was divided between Brad at Angie's
head, and Glen riding on her back. Their heads moved back and
forth trying to keep track of both penises. Brad's face was in
agony. His penis was contracting madly. Ready to cum. Glen's
penis was still pulling in and out. They saw her ivory cheeks
flatten every time he beat down on them. His heavy balls swung
and slapped down against her pubic hair. They saw her buttocks
push up to reach him. Their own balls were burning ...
* * *
No one noticed the door open or saw Dr. Marlow step in.
There was too much noise with the stereo going full blast and
Angie's, Brad's, and Glen's erotic moans and groans. No one heard
him shout, "What the hell's going on here?"
Dr. Marlowe stepped closer to the group. He couldn't see
well in the shadowy room. He stared at the writhing threesome.
As soon as he recognized Angie, he turned white. He sputtered, at
a loss for words. Remembering his wife was outside the door, he
rushed back to stop her from coming in.
She was already in, just a foot or two, like difficult wives
always are. Mrs. Marlow stared bewildered around the dimly-
lighted smoky room. At the twisting bodies.
The watching boys hurriedly jumped up and pulled their pants
on. They grabbed their other bits of clothing in their hands and
headed for a window. They could hear Mrs. Marlow say, "What are
they doing, Stuart? Dancing?"
Hastily, Dr. Marlow spun her around and forcefully pulled her
out of the room. He closed the door behind them. He pushed her
down the hall.
He said urgently, "Run upstairs, Louise. I'll take care of
this."
Mrs. Marlow caught her husband's feeling of alarm. She
worried about the incomprehensible scene she had just witnessed.
She couldn't understand it.
"Was Angelica dancing?" she asked fretfully. "She should be
resting."
"Go upstairs," he thundered. "Take a sleeping pill and go to
bed."
Mrs. Marlow became frightened of the serious look on his
face. "Yes, Stuart, yes." She turned and ran toward the stairs.
Grimly Dr. Marlowe opened the door again. The stereo was
still blasting and the room was a shambles but not a boy was in
sight. He saw Angie's body still lying on the bed. A cool breeze
flapped the curtains in and out of the open window.
He turned on a bright light and Angie's lust glazed eyes
finally recognized him. "Daddy?" Her bloated features registered
fear and shame.
He sat on the bed and carefully examined her. There were no
physical injuries and her pulse was a little high, normal for her
activity.
Tenderly he picked up her limp body and carried it to the
bathroom. After bathing and drying her, he laid her in her bed
and tucked her under the covers.
He pulled a chair over to her bed and sat down. All night he
kept a constant vigilance. His eyes studied her charming,
innocent childish face that looked so angelic in repose. How
could a face like that take part in degrading acts? Why? So sex
was the second major drive of man, second only to self-
preservation. Why should Angie, so young--only fourteen--need to
experience so much of sex at such an early age?
He recalled their conversation about sex. How oddly
insistent she'd been, wanting answers. Especially about the
meaning of sex. Poor child! If she'd only told him. Then he
reflected that she had. Or tried to. Would he have told her if
Louise had not interfered? He worried whether he would have done
the right thing.
He groaned. How could he have imagined she'd go this far?
He should have remembered how curious about sex he had been as a
child. All children were. From the days they first opened their
eyes. Children had a right to know how their own bodies worked.
Especially about sex. It was so easy to foul oneself up. To ruin
one's life by making the wrong sexual moves. He was an authority
on that.
Physically, the sex probably had not really harmed her, but
psychologically, had she been harmed? All night long he examined
his uneasy conscience. But he knew the answer was a foregone
conclusion. When Louise found out--and she would--that would be
the end. It was just a matter of time. So he sat and admired the
beauty and the innocence of his daughter until morning. With the
first streaks of dawn, he said goodbye to her in his heart and
left the room, closing the door softly so as not to disturb her.
* * *
Mrs. Fleming rapped lightly on her son's bedroom door.
"Douglas. It's such a lovely day. Won't you play badminton with
me?"
"No, thanks, mom," Doug called back.
Mrs. Fleming turned to leave, then hesitated. He'd hardly
left his room the past two weeks. Went in there and laid on his
back looking up at the ceiling. Ever since that scandal about the
Marlowe girl. Did he have anything to do with it? Not for a
minute could she take her question seriously. Her son wouldn't do
awful things like that. And yet. Why was he acting so unlike
himself? And what had been that special research project that
he'd mentioned once or twice before. Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong. She knew it in her bones.
Decisively she turned and rapped on the door again.
"Douglas. I'm coming in."
She opened the door and saw he was lying on his bed, as usual
looking up at the ceiling. She sat on the foot of his bed and
looked at him. "You've been acting strange lately. Not like
yourself at all." She pleaded, "Can't you tell me what's wrong?"
Douglas jerked his body away from her and turned his face to
the wall. "There's nothing wrong, mother."
She looked at him. "But I know there is."
"Leave me alone," Douglas muttered.
"What did you say?" his mother asked.
He turned his head toward her and said coldly and very
distinctly, "Leave me alone."
Quick tears sprang into her eyes. That her own son should
ever treat her so meanly. That he should keep her out of his
life. She, who had always tried to do her best for him. To teach
him independence and self-reliance and to be considerate of all
living things.
Maybe B.C. and I did too good a job, she thought sadly. He
already wants to shut us out of his life at the age of only
fourteen. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that he was
fighting a desperate problem. That he needed help or comfort.
She looked at him compassionately, patting his ankle with a
hand. "You know your father and I are always ready to help you,
Douglas."
Doug didn't respond in any way.
She leaned over to look at his face. "You do trust us, don't
you?" she asked insistently.
"Yes," he said wearily.
They both sat quietly for several minutes, absorbed in their
own thoughts.
Finally his mother spoke. "If it has anything to do with the
Marlowe girl, you should tell us."
Doug's body tensed but he said nothing.
"You know, Douglas," she said in a conversational tone, "We
didn't let you go to the sex classes at school because we thought
we could tell you about sex better than the teachers could. We
wanted you to develop a healthy attitude about it. To see it as a
natural part of life, not as something dirty or nasty. We
answered your questions honestly when you were a little boy,
though some of the answers were incomplete. I don't think we've
been too prudish. Some things small children don't understand.
We've tried to satisfy your curiosity as you grew up. But, in the
past year, you've grown up a lot and you've stopped asking us
questions."
She looked at him, waiting for a response but he gave none.
She made up her mind to be nosy. "I want to know one thing,
Douglas," she said in a no-nonsense tone. "Were you one of the
boys in Angie's room when her parents came home?"
After a pause, Doug said quietly, "No."
A welcome feeling of relief passed over her, but her
curiosity wouldn't let her stop. "Were you ever in her room?"
She held her breath, waiting for him to reply. The answer
was along time coming.
His voice hoarsely croaked, "Yes."
His mother's mind went racing, trying to figure out all that
his admission implied. Could he have been one of the gang of
boys? No! Not her boy. What was he doing there then? Did he go
there alone? She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She
said quietly. "If there is anything you want to tell your father
or me, or both of us, please feel free to confide in us anytime."
Doug lay still and didn't reply.
Mrs. Fleming got up and started to leave. "You want to be
alone so I'll go now," she said, half in anger and half in sorrow.
That evening, after her husband had eaten and rested, she
brought up the subject with him privately. "B.C., I'm afraid Doug
is mixed up with that Marlowe girl scandal."
"Did he say so?"
"No. Not in so many words," she admitted. Then she
explained her fears to him and recounted her conversation with
Doug that afternoon.
Mr. Fleming puffed on his pipe. "So he admitted he had been
in her room at some time," he said speculatively.
After thinking over the problem for awhile, he told her his
decision. "If Doug is mixed up in the sorry business, his
conscience will punish him more than any punishment we could
inflict on him. There is only one thing. I think he should
attend the trial. Whatever happens there, he will have to live
with." He sighed deeply and after a moment asked, "Do you want to
tell him or should I?"
"I started it," his wife said reasonably, "let me finish it."
* * *
The jailer herded the boys into a medium-sized room. They
saw Angie sitting, listening to an excitable dark-haired young
man. They went down to join them.
"Ah, here we all are," the young man said, rubbing his hands
together. "My name is Klein. I'm the lawyer your parents
retained to defend you. Got that?"
Everyone nodded.
"As soon as we get the preliminaries over," he went on,
"identify each other, we can get down to particulars." When he had
satisfied himself as to who each one was, he moved on to other
questions. "I want you to tell me, in your own words exactly,
what happened on that particular Friday night that you were
interrupted by Dr. Marlowe. One at a time."
The boys took turns giving their stories. Chuck ended. "It
was the first time I'd been there. I don't even live in this
town."
"First time, eh?" Mr. Klein asked. "Who else was there for
the first time?"
The other boys identified themselves.
"Who's been there from the first?" he asked.
Brad, Jim, and Scott raised their hands.
"You were the ones who began these games?" Klein asked.
They all shook their heads. "No, sir."
Amazed, he asked, "Then who did?"
Both Jim and Scott pointed at Brad. "He told us about it.
Took us there."
Brad turned red. "I didn't start it. Doug Fleming did."
"Did he take you there?". Mr. Klein asked.
"No, sir," Brad replied. "Angie invited me. I came by
myself. Then Doug came. He showed me what they'd been doing."
"Then what did you do?" Mr. Klein asked.
Reluctantly, Brad added, "Then I tried it."
"Why isn't Doug Fleming here?" Klein asked. All the kids
looked at each other questioningly. Finally Scott said.
"I've never seen him at the Marlowe's house."
"Anyone else seen him there?" Klein asked. The boys mumbled
that they hadn't.
Brad insisted. "But he was the one who showed me how!"
"How about it, Miss Marlowe," Mr. Klein asked her. "Did this
Doug Fleming do as Brad accuses?"
Angie looked at the lawyer; she swung her eyes over to Brad.
He was brooding unhappily. Just like that day we had to go to the
principal's office, flashed through her mind. She recalled how
vindictive he'd been then. Fighting Doug unfairly. Then making
up those lies to tell Mr. Bailey. Angie looked back at Mr. Klein.
"No," Angie said softly.
"Are you denying Doug ever came to your house?" Mr. Klein
asked,
"Yes," she said stoically.
Brad broke in indignantly. "She's lying." He looked hard at
Angie. "Why are you doing this?"
Angie's eyes met his. Her eyes were inscrutable.
"It's not fair," Brad kept insisting, "Doug started it. He
should have to pay too."
"You're sure now?" Mr. Klein questioned Angie. "Tell the
truth. It has to stand up in the witness box."
Angie looked at him without changing her expression.
"All right, then," Mr. Klein went on. "No one else saw Doug
there except you," he told Brad. "It's your word against his."
"But he did!" Brad was beside himself.
Mr. Klein looked at Angie. He could see she was lost in
thought. The tense expression had relaxed to an enigmatic smile.
Brad's probably right, he thought. That Fleming kid probably did
start the orgies. But evidently, after that first time with Brad,
he didn't go back. And she intends to protect him.
* * *
The courtroom was crowded. Every kid in town was there
except for the ones who were forcibly detained at home by their
parents. Doug was there, growing more uneasy by the minute. Did
he belong on the stand with the others? Or did he belong here in
the audience? He didn't know. Yet he felt guilty.
The prosecutor was questioning Brad.
"Were you the instigator of these--ah--games?"
"No, sir."
"Who was?"
Brad kept his eyes glued to the prosecutor. "Douglas
Fleming."
A wave of emotion swept through the audience. Several people
turned around to stare at Doug. Others exclaimed or giggled.
Doug sat perfectly upright in his chair and looked straight
forward. He managed to conceal his emotions but he was a cauldron
of indecision inside.
"How do you know this?" the prosecutor asked Brad.
"The first night I was at Angie's house, he was there. He
showed me how. He did it first."
"You would say the person responsible for starting the games
was Douglas Fleming?" the prosecutor asked.
"Yes, sir," Brad said. He stared straight at the prosecutor,
unable to meet Doug's eyes, even across the courtroom.
"Thank you, Mr. Harker. You may step down."
Brad bounced out of the chair as if it were a hot seat.
"I am told that this boy, Douglas Fleming, is now present in
the court," the prosecutor announced. "I ask that a special
deposition be made out to call him to the stand."
Before the judge could reply, the defense attorney jumped to
his feet. "Your honor, before another witness is called, my
client, Angelica Marlowe, would like to speak."
"Permission granted," the judge said.
Angie rose from her chair and walked to the witness box for
the second time.
"Angelica Marlowe, you have already sworn to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. You understand that?"
Mr. Klein asked.
"Yes, sir," Angie said quietly.
"Now, regarding the statements made by Bradford Harker, will
you tell us if Douglas Fleming was the ringleader of the games?"
"Yes, sir," Angie said quietly.
"Now, regarding the statements made by Brad Harker. Will you
tell us if Douglas Fleming was the ringleader of the games?"
Angie's glance swung to Doug, sitting in the audience.
At the mention of his name, Doug had risen from his seat and
stood conspicuously in the seated audience, staring fixedly at
Angie.
Poor Doug, Angie thought. He looks so wretched. Of all the
boys, he was the only one who didn't use me heartlessly.
Angie's voice rang out clearly. "No, he was not."
"He did not come to your house and participate in your
games?"
Angie looked straight at Doug. "He did not," she replied
clearly.
The judge looked at Angie seated on the stand, then he looked
at Doug standing guiltily in the audience. There was a
connection, he thought. Brad is probably partly right. She is
lying. I wonder why she's protecting him. He looks like a fine
boy. It would be a shame to implicate him in this sorry business.
In the end, Doug was never called to the stand. He sat in
the audience sweating. Never had he felt so miserable in his
life. From now on he intended to restrict his experiments to
things that he knew about.
The judge was ending his summation of the case. "We have
here a girl who experimented with sex. Why did she? She says
because she wanted to find out about sex. Her mother didn't allow
her to go to the sexual education classes at her school. Her
father, in spite of the fact that he was a doctor, neglected his
responsibility of telling her. Her mother told her lies and
fiction. There comes a time in a person's life, when they feel
From grobert@soho.ios.com Fri Nov 29 09:50:48 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AngMkFrd 8/8 "Angie Makes Friends"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 07:50:48 -0700
they are ready for knowledge. If this knowledge isn't available
formally to the person when he asks for it, then he will seek it
in informal ways. Angelica Marlowe wanted to satisfy her
curiosity about sex. The only avenue left open to her to do so
was experiment. Her action was a sad indictment of her parents'
prejudiced attitude about a natural act. Nevertheless this girl
and these boys have broken the law. They have engaged in lewd and
immoral conduct."
Angie sat as if in a dream. In the background she heard the
judge sentence her to several years in reform school as a morally
depraved youth. The boys got similar sentences. All because I
was curious about sex, she thought wistfully, and who was really
acting immorally.
The End