The girl continued happily on her way for another block or so, smiling as the occasional passerby turned his head as he passed. She liked this little town. The people were friendly, and the rustic atmosphere helped her ...

Her thoughts were cut-off as she was sharply jerked off the walk.

Brian threw his prey into the alley. She fell to the ground with an exclamation of pain and fear, her panties flashing from underneath the short, peach skirt. He fell onto her, grasping the strap on her right shoulder that held up her matching sleeveless top. He flashed her the knife he held in his other hand.

The girl was about to scream, Brian slapped her hard across the face, then ripped down her shirt, exposing the right cup of her bra.

"Don't make a sound, bitch!"

"Please don't! Please don't!"

Brian nailed her cheek with the back of his hand.

"No sounds!!"

The girl's struggling body rubbed against his hardened cock. He ripped at the shirt, jerking her upper body with his tugs. It tore open to his satisfaction, and he slid his hands underneath the bra cups.

"Ohh, baby, you've got great tits! Great fucking tits!" Brian rubbed them, enjoying the feel of his favorite turn- on. He was a breast man, had been since he was a kid.

Tears streamed form the girl's eyes, but she held her sobs inside her. Brian tried to yank the clasp apart, but it held under his strength.

"Open it!" he yelled at the girl.

He sat atop her, and watched as she hesitantly bared her breasts. They bounced free as the cups came off, and Brian quickly descended on the left nipple. It grew erect in his mouth, unaware the sucking was uninvited. He tasted the tender nip, and bent it around with his tongue. Eventually, he moved his hand under her skirt. He found the strap of her panties, and easily cut it with the knife. He pulled out her silky undergarment, spread it over her chest, and began massaging her breasts through it.

He nearly came as he felt her round flesh through the silky fabric. He moved his hips above hers.

"Take off my pants!"

The girl looked at him, wanting to plead. His return stare was the convincing she needed to pull his jeans down. He had no underwear on, and his hard cock sprung out, dangling above her exposed cunt.

Rick slid his hands to her waist, lifting the robe above her silky smooth pussy. He rammed into her with a grunt that drowned out her own gasp of pain.

He fucked her hard. He speared the pretty girl with his thrusts. The pretty girl that never would have fucked him if he didn't force her. She choked on her tears, her breasts banging up and down with his penetrating humps. She bit her lip as she felt his hot sperm coat the inside of her cunt. She immediately wondered if she had just been impregnated.

Brian stood above his prey. He looked at her hot little body, her torn blouse, her bobbing breasts, and the short skirt she now hastily pulled over her delicious cunt. He pulled his own pants back up.

"What the hell?"

Brian turned. A man was standing at the end of the alley. His eyes quickly showed the realization that Brian had just raped this girl.

"You fucking piece of shit!" the man ran towards him.

Brian slid up his sleeve, and moved his fingers to the odd panel he wore on his wrist. He pressed a button...

The flesh of the girl's delicious legs moved enticingly out from underneath the short, peach skirt as she walked. Brian watched her from across the street, wanting her.

But he had already had her. He had already raped her. He watched as she continued down the street, eventually disappearing from view. Brian turned and headed home.

He smiled as he remembered the taste of her sweet breasts. She was a delicious little fuck! Fucks like that made him truly thankful for the path of destiny that led him to discover time travel. Not being an especially attractive man, he knew he would never got to fuck incredibly hot women by conventional means.

So he raped them.

And the best part was, he simply re-wound the clock. He had his fuck, and remembered it. The woman moved on in her life, never knowing the course of history had been altered. Never knowing that for a few incredible moments, her cunt had been pounded by Brian's cock.

Brian walked down the street, smiling with the satisfaction and confidence he never knew as an ordinary man.

"Whoa!"

A healthy brunette was watering plants on the side of her house. Brian's cock raged again. The one downfall of time raping: you were always hard. After fucking the victim, he always jumped back to the moment before the event. Therefore, in the new course of time, he hadn't ejaculated into a moist pussy. The load of sperm still surged within him. His memories remained, but his physical body reverted to its pre-rape state.

But he actually considered it more of a blessing than a nuisance. After all, the whole point of his invention was to fuck women. The more often he could do that, the better.

He pressed a button on the controls, saving the moment in time for his return point. Then he approached the thin, pert frame that casually bent over some flowers. Her ass was square in his direction. Her eyes were clueless to the approaching man. He size her up, letting his cock stiffen with anticipation as he eyed the tight ass beneath the silver, shiny micro shorts. Her gorgeous, bare legs were visible top-to-bottom, thanks to the waist-high slits that opened nicely in her bent-over position. Brian walked directly behind her.

In a swift stroke, he ripped the shorts down, revealing her panty-less ass. She let out a shriek with his attack. She turned, her arms flailing. She caught Brian across the face with a blow, but the shorts half-way down her legs caused her to fall over.

"No! No!" she tried to slap away Brian's hands as he reached for her breasts. He squeezed them through the soft T- shirt she was wearing.

"Oh God, help me! Someone help me!"

Brian punched her hard in the stomach. She choked out a gasping moan of pain.

"Shut up! I'm just going to fuck you!" He noticed a bit of blood on her shoulders from the thorns. He looked around quickly, and decided behind the house was the best place for the rape.

He picked her up threw the woman behind the house. She rolled over several times, exposing her bare cunt and ass in quick flashes. Brian dropped his pants, then quickly moved to the woman. She had made it to her knees, and was trying to crawl away.

"No you don't!" He mounted her like a dog, driving his cock into her cunt.

"Uhh! No! Please no!"

Brian started fucking. He felt for her dangling tits with his hands. They found their way under her T-shirt, and spread over her nipples.

The woman's body collapsed, temporarily freeing Brian's cock from her pussy.

"Stop moving!" Brian slapped her hard across the cheek.

She cried loudly as he pulled the shorts completely off her.

Brian took a quick look around. So far, nobody had appeared to notice.

He drove into her again, causing her to cry loudly with his thrust.

"Oh, you're so hot! And tight! Don't you have someone around to fuck you all day?" He couldn't move his hands between the ground and her breasts, so her tweaked her nipples as he fucked. She was tight, but probably from lack of preparation more than anything else.

Their bodies rocked on the grass. Brian pumped her quickly, his cock finally able to stir lubrication within her. He let his body relax on hers, and ran his hand up and down her thighs as he humped. He didn't know how long he had before someone found them, but he was more concerned with the time elapsed since he began the rape. His invention was pure genius, but did have limitations. He could only travel about ten minutes into the past. If he didn't cum in her and return soon enough, he wouldn't be able to set time on the right path. The rape would be started, and that would be that.

He decided he hadn't seen her breasts enough. He pulled out of her, then rolled her over. Her breasts jiggled beneath him, still partly covered by the T-shirt. He lifted it up, and caressed the soft flesh.

"Ohhh." He loved fucking, but something about tits drove him crazy. We watched her round shapes knead and bounce with his fingers. They weren't as good as the peach- skirted chick, but still quite nice. The girl still wept beneath him, but had given up her resistance.

A beep went off from his wrist. It was the two minute warning. Two more minutes of fucking, then time to go back.

"Spread your legs." The woman obeyed. Rick positioned himself, then pushed inside her with a driving force.

"Oh.. Oh yeah!" his hips jack-hammered on her. He fucked hard, grunting loudly with each push. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" His face flushed red. "Oh, you fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!" He drove into her with burning. Her voice broke with the pain of his stabbing cock.

"Please don't cum in me..." she managed some words.

"Too bad!" Brian replied as his hips clenched and sent his sperm into her.

"Nooo! Nooo!" she cried as she felt it fill her cunt. She started wailing. Brian stood up, and grabbed is pants. A door slid open as he zipped them up.

"Honey? Oh my God!" The woman's husband saw his gorgeous wife's ravaged body on the grass. Her pert nipples pointing into the air from her pert breasts. Her cunt dripping with foreign cum.

Brian pressed the button...

A healthy brunette was watering plants on the side of her house. Brian's cock raged again.

"Good lookin' flowers!" he called out.

The woman turned, her legs exposing much of themselves through the slits in her shorts. "Thanks!" she smiled, then went back to her watering. Brian continued down the street.

He got home, and immediately pulled out his cock and began jerking it furiously. It was the only lasting satisfaction he had come to know, and since he was actually fucking women daily, he felt no shame in the act. When finished, he went for his mail.

An invitation...

Brian opened the envelope, and felt a spear shoot through his heart.

She was getting married.

Brian felt tears welling up I his eyes as he read the announcement. Jennifer was getting married. Instantly his mind flashed back to the beautiful girl he had known all those years before. That beautiful girl he fell in love with, and was still in love with.

They had grown up neighbors, and Brian watched her womanhood come early and magnificently. She had wonderfully large breasts that began their development before she hit her teens. In later years, other guys figured they were fake, but Brian knew they were genuine. Jennifer had shown them to him. Those beautiful, incredible, thirteen year-old tits. He saw them once, back in those youthful days before she realized the magnitude of beauty she possessed and the popularity she would win with it. She wouldn't let him touch them, but she gave him an eyeful on that warm summer evening. They were friends then, and Jennifer was exploring her body. She asked Brian to look at them, and tell her if they were sexy.

Of course they were.

The image was burnt into his mind, even though they had just begun to realize their potential. At that age, they were still innocent, still firm, and perfectly creamy. Her sexuality sprouted on her without her wish, and dominated her from that time on. Every guy drooled for her. Every guy lusted for her. But she spent her time with Brian.

He was crazy about her, even before that enchanted night of nudity. She was mesmerizing and warm. She oozed sex from every undone button, from every loose sleeve, from every hemline, and from every friendly smile made with those full lips. Brian hoped the moment would grow into more substantial moments. And that they would lose their virginity together.

But that all changed, as promising hopes often tend to do. Junior high hit, and suddenly she didn't come by anymore. She didn't call, and she certainly didn't reveal any more of her wonderful, forbidden body to him. It seemed to grow in power with every day. Brian was sure she went up several bra sizes in just a few months. He hoped things would get back to where they had been. That this time of neglect would be over once she got used to the new environment.

That hope was jeopardized when she started hanging out with some sixteen year-old punk. The high school was just across the street, and it wasn't long before this asshole locked eyes on Jenny. She naturally swooned in the attention of a high-schooler, and soon accepted rides home from him.

But Brian was willing to deal with it. He was willing to overlook the pain of seeing her enjoying herself with another guy, because he truly felt she would come back to him. She would be with him. He decided to speed up the process by asking her out to the homecoming dance.

No.

But she liked him as a friend! Brian raced home the afternoon he told her of his feelings. But he didn't cry. He didn't get too frustrated. He built his hope for winning her over slowly. After all, they were kids. There was plenty of time to win her heart. She would realize he was the one. The belief remained pure within him.

But that ended two evenings later when he stumbled on her in the park fucking the sixteen year-old. His hands were on her breasts, those precious breasts Brian had longed to touch and kiss. She didn't see him watching as she lost her virginity on the remote trail. She didn't see the anguish he felt as she opened her legs and let her pussy be penetrated and ripped open for the first time. Her bra and panties still looked like a little girl's as they lay next to her humping body. But Brian locked his eyes on her breasts. He watched her very adult breasts flail from the fucking and glisten from the sixteen year-old's saliva. He watched as they were rubbed gently after she received the boy's sperm. He touched them with tenderness, and kissed them with and equal tenderness. She had no reason to doubt her fuckable little body from that point on. No reason not to fuck any guy she wanted. She would just never wanted Brian.

Brian still had the invitation in his hand. His mind had taken him back further in time than his invention could, and with a much less happy result. He looked at the device on his wrist, knowing now the real purpose for its creation. The true reason fate had led him to its discovery.

To rape Jennifer.

He hadn't followed her life since those early days. Any sight, any mention of her was became a fierce pain in his soul. He story or rumor about who she fucked next was like a sentence of death. He went through it for five years, watching the male eyes fixate on her, and knowing some of them were actually lucky enough to have her.

He didn't even know where she lived, until now. The invitation told him the town and state. He could find her from there. He looked down at the panel. God, if only he had invented this thing back then...

He packed his bags, then went to find her.

She was as radiant as ever as she relaxed on her porch. Brian had found her home, and watched her from some bushes on the side of the house on sunny afternoon. She seemed so mature, so developed. Her beauty dominated the world around her, and seemed to touch the things of life that surrounded her.

He eyed her adult body intently, or more accurately, her breasts. They firm shape rounded the top of her sun dress, heaving gently with each mesmerizing breath. She stretched out, eyes closed, enjoying the sun the warmth of her life. Brian checked out the surroundings, looking for anything that might interfere with the rape. He hid pressed further into the bushes as a car passed behind him on the street.

Brian's heart was pounding. He hadn't been nervous since the first few times he took advantage of his invention. Fucking his women of choice had become as easy as selecting what chips to but from a vending machine. But Jennifer, oh Jennifer...

Her beautiful body stirred. Brian noticed her dress open slightly, revealing a hint of her right breast and the black bikini top that covered it. Oh, to see those breasts in a bikini! To see them out of a bikini! He hoped she would expose her flesh to the adoring rays of the sun and to the adoring eyes in his head. He prepared to move...

Jennifer started undoing the buttons on her dress. It opened up with her soft hands, exposing the tight bikini- covered breasts. Oh, yes... Brian smiled as he once again beheld the unparalleled beauty. Brian went to his zipper as Jennifer slid her hand inside the top, adjusting her breast in the too-tight garment. She sat up in the chair, wriggling her body free and causing her long, curly hair to fall down her front. She slid completely out of the dress, thinking the only person that saw her gorgeous feminine shape was herself.

But Brian was watching. He watched as he stroked his cock and Jennifer stretched back on the chair - giving the heavens a view of her men would kill for. He looked at her already tan flesh, and the beautiful pieces of black that covered her most scared treasures. His stroking hand stopped.

It was her bra and panties.

His eyes had detected the lace and silk in the added light. She was so comfortable in her home, so willing to expose her body in a normally forbidden way...

He strode towards her, naked from the wait down.

Jennifer hadn't noticed him approaching. With her eyes closed, she again fidgeted with her bra, opening the clasp to loosen her straining breasts.

Brian watched has the middle of her chest became exposed, and the pronounced shadows under her curved tits hinted at their magnificent size and shape. Without a further thought, he slid his hands onto her breasts, underneath the bra and over her nipples.

Jennifer shrieked. Her eyes opened with a start. "Oh, my God!" she gasped as she immediately saw Brian's penis hanging in front of her.

"Ohh... Ohhh..." Brian became entranced as his hands slid over her silky skin. Her tits were so smooth, so firm, and yet so jiggly. His body warmed over, as if her had just entered his paradise. The tips of his fingers danced with sensation. Jennifer's breasts... Jennifer's breasts... Jennifer's breasts...

The number of years he had dreamt of this moment was lost, but the magnitude was quenched as the smoothest, sexiest flesh he had ever touched graced the palms of his hands.

"Get off me!" His trance had given her an opportunity, and she slapped his hands away, knocking him back on his ass. Her legs were spread open, and he immediately saw the outline of her cunt through the black panties.

"Brian! What are you-" she recognized him, but was cut- off as his mouth met her lips. He was on her, rubbing against her, kissing her with the searing passion of time.

"Mmpph.. Mmph!" Jennifer struggled to voice her objection, but Brian's thirsting lips muffled her cries. Her eyes grew wide with fear. He noticed them, and pushed hi cock against her as he recognized the fear. She was going to be raped, and she now knew it.

"Ooh, baby, oh, Jennifer." Brian touched her pussy. She landed a blow across his cheek with the distraction. He caught her arms.

"Don't make me hurt you, baby, just let me love you." She continued to struggle under him, and the chair collapsed. Her tits jiggled and bounced against his chest. He rested his weight on them as both his hands slid to her cunt.

He worked the panties down, suffering the blows she landed to his head and the kicks she tired to place in the worst possible area. He pushed her back, not wanting to damage his precious prey. She thrashed and screamed as her cunt became exposed. She wasn't going to give in easy, she wasn't going to lay there ad let him cock her.

She caught him hard in the cheek with a kick in the jaw. Brian's nearly blacked out as his vision blurred. She caught his arm, and bit into his wrist.

"Ahhh!" Brian screamed form the pain. "You fucking bitch!" His right hand landed squarely against her cheek, sending her back against the chair. His yes flashed with rage. The pent-up years of wanton frustration scorched his gaze. His eyes trembled as he grasped her hair, tugging her face directly beneath his.

"I'm going to fuck you, you god damned whore! I going to rip that little pussy of yours!" He threw her back onto the chair, and drove into her with a hammer force.

"Uhh! Oh no!" she screamed as his cock plunged into her cunt.

"Oh yeah! Take it, cunt! Take my cock! Ahh!" He rammed into her again.

"Oh! Stop, please stop, Brian!"

"Fuck no!" he slapped her for the suggestion. "I'm going to fuck you, like every guy you've ever let fuck you! Do you know how I felt about you? Did you know what you did to me when you spread your little thirteen year-old legs for that cock?"

"Uhh... Uhh..." her voice was drenched in desperation.

Brian smiled on her triumphantly, his cock slipping into the cunt he had craved for so long. He felt his body pulse, and unload his cum into her.

"Ohh, yeah... Whata pussy!" He continued to fuck, slurping her cunt with his sperm. Jennifer's head was turned away from him. He grabbed it, jerking her eyes to face down the length of her body.

"Do you see that? That's MY cock in you! My cock!" Jennifer closed her eyes. Brian pinched her nipples as hard as he could.

"Uhhh!" she nearly bucked him off with her force.

"I deserve this... I deserve to fuck you..." he whispered as he kissed her tits.

His wrist started beeping he stood up and headed for the bushes. He looked back at Jennifer's plundered body as he pulled his pants back up. He pressed the button...

Jennifer was in her sun dress, smiling at the sky. She was oblivious to Brian in the bushes, who eyed her with fully-grown lust and admiration. He turned and started down the walk, feeling something he hadn't experienced before.

He was crying...

He had fucked her. He had fucked the woman of his dreams... the woman of his life. He had felt the gentle softness of her bared breasts against him. he had felt the sweet taste of her lips, and the warm, moist tightening of her cunt on his cock. She was as beautiful and awesome a fuck as he imagined.

But she didn't love him.

If only she felt for him the same way. If only she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a welcoming, sexual embrace instead of letting her body lie still as he raped her. If only he could slid his bursting penis into her heavenly mouth without fear of her trying to bit it off.

Brian kept on, heading towards his hotel, wondering a thousand "What ifs?" The train of thought didn't cease until the night. It didn't cease until he knew what he had to do. He had to go to her, but not to rape her....

He felt as nervous as before, but now in a substantially different way as he stood on Jennifer's porch. His finger pressed the doorbell. Her beautiful face peered around the edge.

"Brian!" the door opened wide. "Oh, God," Brian thought, "does this woman ever not look incredibly fucking hot??'

Jennifer had changed from her earlier outfit. She was wearing a silky, red top that strapped over her shoulders, leaving her arms and sides bare. A tight, white mini-skirt hugged her hips and upper thighs.

She wrapped her arms around him, then planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I'm so glad to see you! What are you doing here?"

"I'm in town in business. I thought I'd look you up."

"That's wonderful. Come on in! Jim should be here soon, in fact I thought you were him!"

Brian followed her magnificently jiggling ass down the hall. His eyes moved up her body, and he realized the round shapes of her breasts protruded past her body. The skimpy top she wore was no match for their size, and failed to cover entirely cover them. Brian's cock grew hard at the exposure.

He followed her into the living room, and nearly raped right then. Several shiny, skimpy, silky, lacy garments were spread out across her sofa. A shiny green bra... a pink camisole, silver panties...

"Sorry, like I said, I was expecting Jim." Jennifer scooped up her erotic wardrobe. Brian burned with the thought of Jim choosing the attire for her their fucking.

He wanted to rape her.

No... no... not this time. He had to try for real...

Brian stood in the kitchen table as Jennifer moved to the kitchen. Evidently she was finishing up a meal.

"So, how have you been? Watcha' been up to?' She asked as she lifted a pot and released a waft of steam.

Brian moved slowly towards her. "Too much to tell, really..."

"Oh, come on! You're not married, are you I never got an invitation if you did!"

How could he marry someone else? She was his love... "No. Not married."

"Oops!" Jennifer jumped a bit as Brian saw a puff of flour lift into the air. Jennifer turned, the white powder scattered across her smile and down her neck. And down further. Brian's eyes locked on the dust that had secured itself on the bare portion of her cleavage. He hit the marker on the panel. He couldn't wait anymore...

"Jennifer, I'm in love with you. I always have been, ever since we were kids! I want you, I want to make love to you. I want you to come away with me..."

Jennifer stood in place, her caked hands held aloft from her body.

"Brian. I..." she seemed surely stunned. Her face seemed to indicate she had no idea this was coming. "I don't know what to say... I'm in love with Jim, we're getting married..."

"Jenny. I love you. No man's love for you as ever been as pure or had the same depth as mine." Brian reached her. He stood directly in front of her. "You must have known that. You must have felt something like that for me."

"Brian, I... I never felt that way. I didn't know you did."

"Never? You never loved me?"

"No, we were friends..."

"But you showed me your breasts!"

"Oh, God. I was thirteen! I can't even believe you remember that!"

"Didn't you love me then?"

"I don't know what I felt then, except for being obsessed with wondering if I was pretty..."

"Jenny... " He touched her shoulders.

"Brian, no. I don't feel that way for you. I never have. I'm sorry."

Brian moved his fist to his mouth, and slid his tongue over his finger.

"Jenny... please..." He pressed the moistened fingertip against her powdered cleavage, clearing a small streak of powder from her right breast.

"Brian! No!" she grabbed his hand. "Please, don't make me ask you to leave..."

"Remember those old times, Jenny..."

"What? And show you my breasts?"

"Yes, and let me fuck you."

Jenny's eyes grew wide with apprehension. She tried to jerk her arm away, but Brian held it tied. He eyed her, watching her reactions.

Jenny tried to free herself with her other hand. Brian easily caught it, and watched her expression turn to terror as she wriggled more forcefully.

"Brian, stop! Let me go!" He brought his body against hers, pinning her against the counter. He kissed her.

Jenny quickly broke the kiss. In a surprising motion, Brian let go of her arms and threw open her skimpy top. Her naked breasts bounced into view, half-covered in flour. Brian descended onto them, opening his mouth.

"No! No!" Jenny hit him as he kissed the flour and licked her nipples. He slid his hands into her skirt, rubbing her bare hips underneath.

"Brian, stop! This is rape!"

"I know." He muffled through his kisses.

Jenny found her rolling pin, and swung it towards his head. Brian saw the motion, and barely ducked his head. He took the blow in his shoulder. It sent a sharp, pulsing pain into his arm.

"Ahh, damn it!" He broke contact with her chest, and wrested the pin from Jenny's hands. She started to cry as he took away her defensive weapon. Brian threw the pin aside, and returned his hand under her skirt. He lifted her up, setting her down on the counter-top and exposing her panties as her skirt hiked up.

"Ohh! Mmph... mmpgh. mmpgh.." Brian repeatedly kissed her pussy through her black panties with quick, sucking kisses.

"No, Brian, no, oh please no!"

Jennifer turned her body around and started to crawl for the far side of the counter. Brian grabbed her legs, and slid the skirt up over her ass. He applied the same kisses to the rear of her panties, rubbing her hip as he did so. His tongue slid out, and licked her between her legs.

Jennifer squealed, and started t pull free. Brian grabbed hold of the elastic at the top of her panties. She escaped several more inches, inadvertently pulling the black silk down her legs.

Brian tightened his grip, and began lapping her exposed pussy as she again tried to wriggle free. She had opened herself up, and could no longer try to hit him in this position.

"Oh, Jenny, oh your pussy! It tastes so good!" He lapped between her legs, his nose almost buried in her ass. He looked up at her, checking for a reaction. He noticed her shirt was almost completely pulled out of her skirt. Her wriggles flashed him with views of her hips and back. He titled his head, and saw her magnificent left breast dangling above the counter top, the fabric of the blouse hanging several inches away from the nipple.

Brian climbed on top of her, barely fitting in between her luscious body and the cabinets over head. His hands slid onto her breasts, and he started humping her bare pussy.

"Jennifer, oh baby!" He rubbed his cock between her legs, humping as if his jeans were down and he as actually penetrating her. Jenny's wriggling body excited every part of him that it touched. Her breath gasped with attempt, her back heaved with effort, but she couldn't break free. She no longer tried to order him to stop. She knew she was getting raped, and physical means were her only hope of escape.

Brian rubbed hard against her, but began to slow as he realized he could cum without entering her. To drop his pants, he would have to release her. There was no other way.

He slid off her, and quickly undid his zipper. Jenny was off the counter in seconds. She headed for the doorwall as Brian slid his pants down, exposing his raging cock. She looked like she might reach the outside when she stumbled from her half-pulled down panties. She fell to her knees, her hands clutching for the door, as Brian grabbed her.

"Noo!" Jenny wailed. "Nooo, ohh noo!" She fell onto her back. Brian readied his penis. She simply screamed as his cock slid into her pussy. The motion was tight, as her legs were still bound by the panties, but he gained ample entry. His penis slid in about three-quarters of its length.

"Uhh! Uhh!' Brian gasped as he fucked her. Jenny continued crying as her bucking body received Brian.

"Please, Jenny... please." Brian whispered as he humped her. He wanted her to enjoy it. He wanted her to realize love for him.

Brian froze as headlights washed across his face momentarily. He remembered the impending arrival of Jim. What to do??

Brian felt a hard push, and found himself on his back. He saw Jenny standing up, and pulling her shimmery black panties back up her hips and then bolt.

She didn't go for the doorwall, she probably knew he would have her again before she could open it. Instead, she ran for the hallway. Brian watched her breasts slap from side to side as she approached the master window. The lights were gone..

"No! Oh please!" Jenny's voice indicated no savior was coming up the driveway. It had been somebody else. She turned, and ran behind the piano sitting near the window.

Brian stopped, realizing the instrument was in his way. They traded attempts at movement, only to give up as the other matched the action. Jenny's open shirt taunted Brian. Her bared breasts swaying with each left and right motion.

Brian slipped, and Jenny seized the opportunity. She headed back for the doorwall. Brian rose to his feet, and chased after her. Jenny's legs moved with desperation. She lost consciousness of her nakedness as she begged for an escape. She reached the door, and pulled the handle. Locked... She hastily undid the lock, and pulled the door open. She moved through the opening, her lungs filling with the air necessary to shout for help.

But the shout was stifled by Brian's blocking hand. She heard the door shut behind her, and felt his hand come up between her breasts.

He forced her to the grass, pushing her face down into the earth. He ripped at her shirt, pulling it from her body and leaving her completely topless. He pushed the red silk into her mouth, then shoved her face back into the ground. With one hand holding her down, he pulled her panties down with the other. He got about three-quarters of the way, but didn't want to let her up again.

"Bend your legs!"

Jenny didn't budge. Brian slapped her ass hard. "Bend your legs!"

Jenny brought her knees up, allowing Brian to slide off the panties and leave her completely nude.

Brian began to hurry as the two-minute warning sounded. He noticed another flash of headlights as he resumed fucking.

Jenny remained still as he pounded her cunt. The naked flesh-on-flesh slapped into the air. Brian turned his head, and saw a man walking around inside.

Jim.

Brian watched him as his hips pushed his cock into the slipperiness of Jennifer's cunt. He looked around, but didn't seem too concerned Jenny wasn't there - that Jenny was outside being raped.

Jenny's muffled cries indicated she had seen him, too. They were sideways to the doorwall, and a simple turning of the head was all that was required. But the darkness around them protected them from Jim's eyes.

Brian cupped Jenny's tits, and drove with more rampant force. Her silky smooth pussy soon brought him to orgasm, and he came into his love's violated cunt.

"Jennifer... Oh Jennifer..." He pulled out from her, and stood up. He saw Jim pick up his pants and look at them with confusion.

"Jim! Jim!" Jennifer had freed her mouth from her shirt, and called for the unnecessary help.

Jim raced to the doorwall, perhaps now able to see his fiancee's dangling, naked breasts and the cum dripping from Brian's cock.

Brian pressed the button...

Jennifer turned, flour scattered across her mouth and down her neck. Brian looked at that priceless cleavage, once again feeling the sexual power it gave him.

He pushed his hand against her tits, rubbing them and covering his own hands in flour.

"Brian! What are you doing!!"

Brian rubbed her breasts - those tender, wonderful, soft tits - until Jenny broke away. He pressed the button...

"Well, it looks like you've got your hands full." He said. "I just wanted to say hello. I'll let you get back to work."

Jenny smiled back at him. "Ok, but we have to go out tomorrow! You have to meet Jim!"

"Sure..."

Brian walked out of the house, sneaking peeks at her breasts as he left. Ideas sprouted in his mind. He would probably rape her tomorrow. And probably the day after that. And probably on her wedding day. But she would never love him. He would always have ten minutes to love her, to fuck her, only to return to his empty life.

He headed back to the hotel, wishing his powers in time could do more....

Epilogue

The number of days, nay, the number of months, spent working on the invention seemed to blurry to count.

Brian sat in his workshop, slaving over his hope.

In fact, he had never touched Jennifer again. He attended the wedding, and aside from a quick kiss to the cheek and a few glances at her cleavage, did not have any sexual contact with her at all.

For that matter, he had no more rape. The point of it seemed pitiful compared to his true want, his true destiny.

Brian slid on the new panel, ready to try out it's extended abilities. Before, he could only mark a time and then return to it no more than ten minutes later. Now, he had discovered how to go back, back into the past in terms of years, not minutes.

He readied himself, more mentally than physically. He didn't know what to expect. He wasn't sure how long he had before he needed to return. But maybe none of that mattered.

Brian reached down, and pressed the button....

The air was warm, and seemed tinged with enchantment. At least, that's how it always seemed with Jenny around. He looked into her beautiful eyes. Thirteen years old, he thought to himself. And more beautiful than any other woman.

Brian was surprised by his new body. It didn't seem as different as he imagined it would be, except when he stood next to something. He wasn't tall anymore! But one thing was unchanged: the raging cock in his pants and the dreamy mental state Jenny's young, growing body inspired.

She really should start wearing a bra regularly... he thought. But then realized it was to his benefit that she still found the garments constraining and unnecessary. He watched her loose breasts jiggle and roam the area under her dress.

`What are you looking at?" Jenny asked with a smile.

"Nothing!" Brian feigned innocence, remembering how this all happened before.

"You were looking at THESE, weren't you?" Jenny cupped her unsupported breasts in her hands.

"No I wasn't!"

"Do you like looking at my breasts?"

"Yes." The same answer. The same reflexive answer.

Jenny got a devilish smile on her face. "Would you like to see them?"

Brian didn't need to answer. Jenny began unbuttoning her dress. He watched her intently as the smooth, young skin of her chest became exposed inch-by-inch. The dress unbuttoned to her waist, and she let it cover her she worked her way down - revealing only her ample thirteen year-old cleavage.

Brian slid over to her, eyeing the texture of the skin and the shadows formed by the impressive curves. She finished the buttons, and looked up at him. She flashed that heart-stopping smile, and bit her lip as she let the dress drop from her shoulders.

Brian stare at her offered nudity. An eternity had passed since a woman bared herself to him by choice. Her breasts seemed so perfect, so pure, so innocent. They were virgin breasts. No hands but hers had touched them. No mouth had salivated and sucked them. No penis had wedged between them.

"Well, are they sexy?"

Brian reached out his hand as if he were touching God.

"Brian! Stop!" she slapped his hand away with a laugh.

"Yes, they are very sexy."

In the course of the previous history, he had withdrawn. Jenny had redone the buttons on her dress, and the evening became a legendary memory.

Brian reached again with his hand.

"Brian." she said with a whine.

Brian didn't stop, and two fingers pushed into the softness of her left breast.

Jennifer giggled.

"They're so soft..." he said.

"Well of course they are! Here, feel here..." Jennifer guided his touch underneath the curve. His fingertips slid across the flesh, only to be mashed into the tit by the firm pull of her hand.

"Oh wow..."

Jennifer sat and watched Brian's eyes as he playfully pushed her breast up and down. She squeaked as he pushed her young, erect nipple into the roundness.

"What about the other one?"

Brian moved his hand to her right breast.

"No, I meant both."

He complied. He shifted his body to be square with hers, then began pushing, stroking, and massaging both breasts. A minute or so passed.

"Brian, is that your penis?" Jenny's eyes were focused on the bulge in Brian's pants.

"Yes, do you want to see it?"

"Yes."

Brian undid his pants, and pulled them off with his underwear. He sat back in front of Jenny, and re-took her breasts into his hand while his penis shot straight into the air.

Jenny touched it. She wrapped her hand around the head, caressing the tip with her fingers.

"Oh, Jenny, that feels so good..."

She closed her hand around the width, her probing eventually leading to up and down strokes.

"It's so big!" she exclaimed.

"So are these!" Brian eagerly replied.

The two sat for minutes, caressing and touching each other as they sat only a few inches apart. Brian wasn't sure how many minutes they spent, but he knew it was more than ten.

"Jenny?" he finally asked.

"Yes?"

"I want... I want to put my penis in your pussy."

"Ok."

Brian made love to Jenny. He didn't know how much time he took, but it didn't matter. He savored the long kisses, and the long touches. When Jenny said, "That hurts!" he was more than happy to oblige her with slow, gentle thrusts. She was a virgin, and he was taking that. She had love to give, and he was taking that, too. He didn't know how the future would unfold, but right now he felt happier than he ever had. He was thirteen, his life ahead of him, and was making love to the girl of his dreams. It just didn't get any better. And if it got any worse, he had the wonderful panel at his side...

The End