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Baseball Boy Zack

There was this amazingly hot boy that lived across the street from me, his name was Zack. I would sit in the living room of my parent’s house and stare out the window at him as he tossed the baseball around with his friend. That summer he played on a local team and it seemed like everyday he was outside in his tight white baseball pants tossing the ball around to get warmed up. Zach was 13 years old at the time and I was seventeen. He had the cutest little faint freckles on his face, big brown eyes, and blonde hair. He was around 5’5 and 120 lbs. I was 6’0 and 170 lbs; I was a built guy because I played football for my high school team.
I would watch as his ass pressed against those tight white pants when he made his pitches in the front yard and almost every time he came back up he would reach down and adjusts himself in his athletic cup. It was so hot watching this sexy boy play with himself. I would watch the flexing of his arm, the way his wrist broke after every pitch, and sit and fantasize about what I would do to this incredible boy.
One day I sat on my couch watching him play outside with his friend. It was a hot June afternoon, and he was outside in jean shorts with no shirt throwing a football. His Mom and Dad came out of the house with his two younger sisters and said that they were leaving. As they left Zack went into the house and sent his friend home because he had to get ready for a baseball game.
I saw my chance. It was only three o’clock and nobody really was home in my neighborhood. Zack’s parents were the only ones who worked from home, mostly kids were around and they were at the park down the street in the community pool. So I went for it. I walked around back and found the door unlocked. I could hear him upstairs and the shower running. I crept up the stairs and got to the bathroom door. It had one of those old fashion doors with the big key hole you could see through, so I knelt down and looked through. I could slightly see him through the frosted glass doors. I could see the outline of his body and soap running down his ass.
I felt my shorts tenting and adjusted myself. I looked in again to see the door opening and he stepped out in all his glory. The light made the water on his body glisten. I could see his limp boy cock sway as he walked to the hamper and grabbed his towel. I quietly stood up and walked to his room. I saw that he had already laid his baseball gear onto his bed. I picked up his cup and smelled the ball sweat of the hottest boy I had ever seen. I laid it back down and went into his closet. I looked through the blades on the door and waited for him.
A few minutes later he walked in with the towel wrapped around his boyish hips. As he shut the door he let the towel fall to the ground and he was walking around naked. I could see the amazing curve of his great ass. This boy was almost hairless, very little cock hair, and very thin leg hair which you really could see. As he walked around getting things together I became rock hard. My 7 inch cock was ready to bust of shorts, so I slid my pants boxers off I was now in the closet with only a shirt on which I took off. As he walked toward the bed and started to grab his underwear to put on I opened the door and quietly walked up behind him. I was inches from him standing there completely nude. He bent over to start putting his underwear on and his ass pushed into my dick causing it to poke at his hole. He quickly stood up and found only a fist that sent him sprawling on the bed. As he laid there unconscious I rolled him over to taste his tongue and made out with him with no help form his end. I tied his baseball shirt around his eyes and kissed him one last time. I started playing with his little boy package. He was limp when I took him in my mouth, rolling my tongue around his little head slurping on his dick. Then I staring lapping my tongue on his balls taking them into my mouth and sucking on them. He started getting hard so I started sucking him again. I moved up and down fast, sucking, slurping, and licking when he busted a load into my mouth. He started to come to as I sat up and kissed him letting some of his cum fall into his mouth. I sat up swallowing the rest. I rolled him over as he spat his cum onto the bed I had him bent over the bed with his knees on the floor. As I positioned myself on his ass I leaned over and licked up his wonderful tasting boy juice. I spit it on my hand and lubed up his asshole and my dick with his own cum.
As my dick became slippery I pushed it in as he started to resist. As my dick tore into his asshole I stopped leaned over him and whispered “If you fight me I will hurt you more, relax and it will all be over soon..”
I sat back up and pumped my cock in and out of his tight virgin hole. It slid in and out and it felt so good. He relaxed a little and I put my hands on his hips and pulled him back into me as I thrusted forward. I fucked him as he started to cry asking me “please stop, please stop.” But I didn’t. His cries only seemed to make me want him more. He whimpers and groaned with every thrust forward. I felt my balls ready to go and pushed in hard as I jizzed into his asshole. Shooting one, to, three, four ropes of salty white cum. Once I came down I pulled out and stuck my finger in his asshole pulling out some of my cum. I held it to his mouth and told him to suck my finger clean or he would regret it. Apprehensively he opened his mouth and I stuck my finger in. I took my finger out, stood up, got my clothes and left. I stole one last look as I exited seeing him bent over the bed.
When I got home I called the cops and told them I saw a prowler snooping around Zack’s house. When they showed up to take my statement I told them I didn’t recognize him but gave them a description. I gave them mine.

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Zombie Holocaust 1

This is a long story, one that will be told in different chapters. This is the first, telling of how it all began. Let me know what you think, and please trust me, it will get MUCH better as we go. But I needed to get the area set first, and so we have this first chapter. If you just want sex scroll to the last 3 or 4 paragraphs. Otherwise enjoy the beginning and enjoy the series as we go!
It started about two years ago. There were reports now and then, steadily increasing in regularity for about three months before the story broke officially.
The Undead…… zombies, really? None of us believed it at first. And then when we were forced to face it we didnt want to believe it. In the past year we’ve finally gotten to a safe area in a locked out compound. No undead in, no one out….. no one useful at least. More on that later.
When the Panic first hit we ran blind. I managed to get a backpack loaded with some heavy clothes like sweathshirts, one spare set of jeans, and a few t-shirts. From survival training I knew clean socks, at least once in a while, were a requirement as well as clean boxers now and then. I got enough to carry me for two or three weeks if I changed once every two or three days. That was the rough plan. I had plenty of ammo, but it got real heavy after a few days. Luckily the gun stores had only been looted for weapons and ammo, so I got a few larger military style packs which make it easier to carry heavy equipment over long distances because of how it sits on your back.
Anyway, as time went by I did what I could to survive, but saw some horrible things. Families eaten, the father clutches his little girl, trying to protect her but really condemning her to dying a painful death.
As the days trickled by and the hoards of the undead grew I continued to travel, hiking most of the time, occasionally finding a vehicle that still had gas and was usable.
Fast forward a few months. After looting grocery stores and clothing stores as the need arouse I started thinking about finding a permanent address. I found it in the mid-west, near what used to be the heart of Nebraska. They had turned a set of homes that were at the end of a dead end into a compound.
It took some talking and wrangling, but I was finally allowed into the area. The work they had done was amazing. They had about 20 acres fenced in with heavy duty fencing, boards with metal braced for strength against them. There were covered walk ways around the entire field, set up to check for any breaks in the fence in any weather. They were smart, they knew any form of sickness, no matter how trivial in the Old World, could be a mortal danger in the New World.
The field backed up to a mall, which simply had a fence and road running between the field and the building. They saw the possibilities of the mall, knowing what could be gained by taking it back. We worked for weeks trying to build a safety fence. After two months of intense labor we completed the connection. It was a large mall that serviced a fair sized city which was nearby, only about 20 minutes by car.
It took us three solid days to clear the building of any zombies that might be hiding, but we did that only as a precaution as the mall was occupied.
There were 29 people locked in the mall to maintain their own safety. Little did they know they would have been safer if they had killed us as we came across the road building the fences.
The original compound had been locked down, and the only ones there had been men, at least when I got there. About 20 of those in the mall were females. We descended like hungry wolves.
As we got into the mall the first time we checked every door, took wood from the home supply superstore and blocked the doors completely from the outside. We braced the thick gauge plywood with 4×8’s against the stairs near the doors.
And then the fun began. For us at least.
The women were tough, they had survived the end of the world, so they had to be. Some of them were older, and ass ugly, but still had some uses. A fair amount were younger, and decent looking, a few very hot. And there were 4 girls who were very young, the tenderest the tender had somehow survived this holocaust. Now it was time to see if they could see the horrors that we were about to stick them in.
The women and men came up to us as we entered the building, insanely excited. After a few months any contact with someone from the outside is great. When the women came to give us hugs we copped feels of their asses and tits. They were pissed, but not sure what to do. The husbands were instantly pissed. They came at us swinging. Those of our group that were standing near the back leveled their weapons at the charging men. They froze in fear.
“Nice try dickwads” They were terrified, all of them. We had the power, and we were going to use it goddammit.
“On your knees whores!” the order went out to the general group, but only those with guns in their faces dropped. “Good enough for this time. We took flex cuffs and locked up the entire group, including those on their knees. They were the only ones that we didnt cuff at the ankles as well though. Every one of them screamed when they saw their husbands and children cuffed in front of them. There were only 4 of them on their knees, so they would get used, extremely hard.
We whipped out our cocks and went to down. All 4 of the little whores were soon gagging on our cocks while the others felt their asses and cunts.
“This ones soaking wet! Im gonna rip her little pussy wide open!” yelped Jim, one of my buddies. The women were soon bent forward with out cocks still down their throats. The panties were ripped down the taut, smooth legs that begged to be caressed. The soaking wet cunt holders were soon wrapped around their faces, leaving the mouths open and available. The pussy on the girl I was using was soon being pried open by three fingers and a tongue on her clit. Her screams felt amazing around my cock and I was soon shooting my cum down her throat, making her gag even harder.
WE took turns that day, enjoying the feeling of the tight asses and cunts that were tied up and waiting for us to plug with our hard dicks. There was never an empty hole for more then a few seconds as one guy slid out and another hopped up and slammed it home. I know that I personally came 5 times in various holes. The men were in tears watching their wives, daughters, and friends getting violated repeatedly by our rag-tag band of men. But this was only the beginning as the worst is yet to come. The pain would be unbelievable, and the terror would be like nothing they had ever experienced. It would surpass even the ripping fear that enveloped you when the Undead were ripping into your friends with no mercy, which was the same amount of mercy we’d be showing them as well, but much worse as we could think, plan, and torture instead of just eat them…..
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Rediscovering Cassie

I came in to my ex girlfriends life at a weird time in her life. She was younger and never had been treated right by a man, I made sure I was nothing but a decent vanilla boyfriend. It sounds silly, but I felt like it was the right thing to do. I opened doors, bought her nice things and kept it plain in the bedroom. It was years after when I had learnt she had the same kind of kinks as I did, and what kind of fun things I could get away with.
Cassie was housesitting with a close friend of hers. It was not an ideal setup; they lived like bachelors, eating mostly pasta and drinking frequently. I was invited around as a casual catch-up, just for a few drinks and maybe a movie. As I arrived, the housemate was on his way out, off to a club for the night, I figured he would not be sleeping in his own bed tonight.
The house Cassie was housesitting was old, but in a good location. You walked into a sunken lounge by the window, and the main bedroom was next door. It was a small place, like a cottage, and had the old visible wooden columns in the roof you would see in European style cabins. It was a nice place, if only a little run down. The front was overgrown, and gave the house a weird haunted look.
I was a little early, so I caught Cassie in her towel after a shower. Her medium length dark-red hair was only a little damp, as if she had kept it out of the water. From the curves in the towel I could recall her body; her large tits and round butt stood out. She was not tall, only up to my chest, but she knew how to use it. I gave her a hug, and she went to go slip into something loose and comfy. A long dress with no bra is what she chose. I didn’t think much of it, I guess we were still very comfortable around each other.
A couple in drinks in she started to get close, and talk about how things used to be. She had just gotten into than out of another relationship, and began to complain about how he was so boring in bed. Cassie mentioned she needed someone a little more commanding, and maybe a little rougher. “I know what you mean. I love to get a bit rougher, but you can’t just spring that on someone”
We had surprised each other. It was quiet for a moment, but I had an idea. I went back to the car, and came back with a long rope I had used to tow a car. Cassie flashed an unsure look, I told her “It’ll be fine, I just want to show you something I like. Nothings going to happen”.
I tied her hands firmly behind her, then tied them to her back, wrapping the ropes over her chest and shoulders. The ropes fit her snugly, even if they were a little rough, and she could barely move her arms or hands. She stood and and looked into a mirror “Woah”.
Cassie gave a little struggle and walked back to me “This is pretty cool, but you should help me out now”.
Its something only James Bond and Indiana Jones would think; her words say no, but her eyes said yes. With a little force to her shoulders I put her on her knees and tied her ankles together. I stood up and ran off; but quickly came back with a broom handle and some scissors. I also spied a blindfold when walking past her housemates room, the kind of blindfold insomniacs wear that block out the light completely. By the time I had gotten back she was standing on her bound feet, although wobbly. She gave me a curious look than I pushed her gently so she fell face first onto the couch. I caught the rope and eased the fall, but she was completely vulnerable. “What are you doing?” She muffled, frustrated.
“You’ll see”.
Quickly I put a blindfold on her, and used the remaining rope and broom to bind her legs to spread. She still had the dress on, so I cut it off her. She protested at first, but once I cut her tits from her dress she turned red and quiet. When I was finished, she was tied legs spread on her knees. I looked at my handiwork, and let my hands explore her naked body. I played with her with no protest except for a weak movement away whenever I hit something sensitive, and light moans and quiet squeals. Then I was inspired. I went in to the main bedroom to find the toy I had bought her years ago. She still had it, but now it had a friend. I also grabbed her heavy noise-canceling headphones. I put the vibrator on a low setting and tied it inside her. She began to react immediately, and then I put on the headphones. A look of panic ran through her for a second, before she was distracted again by the toy inside her. I sat down, got her phone and made some calls.
I watched for nearly twenty minutes, she flushed hard and her body began to shake. Cassie had a an orgasam, and after began to gently ask if I was still here and to help her. She was clearly getting anxious. I placed a chair in front of her, sat down and grabbed her hair. She had soft hair, like I remembered, and strong. A quiet yelp came from her mouth before I moved it onto my cock. I let her perform head naturally for a while before getting frustrated at her, she was getting distracted by the vibrator. I grabbed another handful of hair and began to push it down. With a steady pace I began to fuck her mouth. I started with long, slow pushes, so her throat could get used to my cock. I used her mouth roughly and I could hear her gag, and warm saliva began to drip off her chin. I stopped for a second to let her breathe and made her suck on my balls.
Cassie hated testicles and she refused right away. I leant her back and pinched her nipples with my finger and thumb. They must have been sensitive now as Cassie gasped. I ran to get a peg, and placed one over her right nipple. I put her mouth to my balls again and she weekly put them in her mouth and played with them with her tongue. It was not long before I replaced them with my dick and again rode her mouth. In a final heave I got my dick deep into her throat. Cassie panicked and her throat muscles tensed, and I came. She gagged, but swallowed what she could. I pulled away by left the chair. “Please… untie me now” she whispered, but the door knocked. The pizza had arrived!
Cassie had no idea there was a man at the door, let alone I had made phone calls. I put on some pants and went to the door. “That will be $19.50 for the pizza” he said, handing me a large box.
The pizza boy was a teenager, and I could see the P plate on his car. He was not unattractive, but clearly in an awkward phase of puberty. I patted at my pockets and made shrug like I had no money. “I’m sorry then man, I’ll have to take that back” he replied awkwardly.
“Wait, I need this for later. I think we can work something out, come in for a second?”.
He pulled a weird face, but followed me in anyway. In two steps, he could see Cassie, bound and mouth gaping. He went pale, and I placed my hand over his shoulder. “Deal?”.
Without saying a word he stumbled out of his pants and put his dick to her lips. She reacted and opened her mouth and began to suck. She pulled a curious expression for a second before making another which meant she knew it was not me. Before she could back out, I explained that she liked it rough, and the teenager pushed the back of her head onto his cock as deep as she could go. Her whole body reacted, then her body betrayed the vibrator made her orgasm again. A moment later the pizzaboy was pushing his dick down her throat again as he made an awkward noise, cumming. It looked like Cassie had a harder time swallowing this load, as it probably had been stored for months. The pizzaboy gave me a relaxed look and without saying anything, got up and left.
Cassie eventually let out whisper “Who was that? Are you still there?” before the door knocked again. I opened it to two more pizzaboys, both looking confused.
“Did you order these two pizzas” a tall black man said, gesturing to the two single pizzas from two pizza places.
“Ah, yes.”
“Well, thats eighteen dollars for me”
“And nineteen for me” said the other pizzaboy, another awkward looking teenager.
I did the same song and dance as last time, telling them I had no cash, then to come inside. The black guy looked like he was going to punch me for a second, but his expression quickly changed when he saw Cassie. “Deal?” I repeated.
“Deal” Said the black pizza man. The other guy made a face and said “Wait, in front of you? I have to wait. I dunno man”
I thought for a second while the black man got comfy in the chair and said “just take somewhere else”.
He walked over and saw the toy coming from her pussy, and the puddle under her. He played with the ropes holding it in for a second and shyly said “… uh, these look, um, hard to untie. What if I took her, uh, other hole”.
“Go for it”.
The black guy ticked the right box when it came to stereotypes, he pulled out a massive thick cock from his jeans and lined it with her mouth. Cassie made a face when he pushed it at her lips, like she could smell something awful. However a quick slap of a tit she gave in and let him put it between her lips. He leant back and let Cassie do the work. The other pizza guy felt Cassies back and then her ass for a while, before taking a small portion of lube from his wallet. He rubbed it on himself and lined himself up. The tip was in before Cassie knew what was about to happen, and her whole body reacted. It clearly hurt, and her jaw tightened for a second. Neither the black pizza man or the other pizza guy seemed to care, though. The black pizza man began to take over for her and started to thrust violently into her gullet. Matching his pace as best he could the white pizza guy sped up his thrusts into her asshole, her whole body shaking at every stroke. Her hands and feet clenched and waved desperately behind her as her body was ravaged. An orgasam took her body as the anal guy came inside her, and the black guy used the loosening of her throat to go deep, but pulled out to cum over her face, getting over her nose, mouth and chin.
The now awkward white pizza guy quietly dressed and left, while the black guy proving to be a stereotype in more than one way gave a loud “Woo!”, slapping Cassies ass. He left before he had his shirt on. I now had three pizzas, ready for my small party. I dragged Cassie over to the couch and got her started on my balls again, resting my feet on her back as she licked and sucked. Ten minutes passed and I decided to start on the pizza as it started to cool, but before I got a piece to my mouth the door knocked one more.
I was well overdue for a catch up with Tyrone and Phil. They were old friends, and we had shared much together. However we were very different people and ran in very different crowds. It was no real accident we didn’t hang out. Phil was only fun in small doses. Shorter than me, with long greasy hair that ran in to and equally ugly beard. He was also a mild psychopath. Tyrone was my height with short hair and faint stubble. Tyrone was until earlier this year, a woman; however had only one of the two surgeries to show it. He had no tits, but still had a cunt. He was also still taking testosterone, which someones made him single minded.
Phil and Tyrone both recognized Cassie, saw her forced position, and smiled. “Thank FUCK” Phil barked “I’ve had a shitty day. Fuck, a shitty WEEK”, he rubbed too long fingernails down her back, leaving a mark, then smacked her ass hard.
It left a mark. Tyrone watch for a moment before dropping a large knapsack. He was distracted and it dropped harder than he expected. When it hit the floor, something started to vibrate, which Tyrone quickly reached into turnoff. “I appreciate this John”.
We watched Phil smack Cassie’s ass and tits for a while before we really started getting ready. He replaced the peg with his teeth, and Cassie gave a weak scream. There was a small table, which we flipped upside down and draped her mattress over it. We untied Cassies legs to reposition her, then retying them spread far apart to the table legs. In this position, she couldent keep her torso up, which was fine.
Phil’s dick was nothing special, but he was vicious with it. Without taking his pants off he pulled his dick from his fly and grabbed Cassie’s hair and forced her to take it all in at once. Cassie took it with ease. Phil grabbed the toy and ripped it from her, sending a sharp jolt through her. Smiling, he climbed under her, forcing her into a cowgirl position. He grabbed her neck to keep her moving and made short, hard thrusts, letting the open zipper rub against her inner thighs.
Tyrone was less afraid of nudity, and striped. It always blew me away to see him naked; a fairly plane skinny white male body, but with a vagina. He pulled a toy from his bag, a thick double ended strapon. It was as thick as his arm, and on one end, the same length. He called it his WMD, weapon of mass destruction. Tyrone got on the couch and spread his legs wide, so that he could rest them on the table legs. With little force he pushed Cassie’s face to his cunt. For a second Cassie made a confused gesture, but couldn’t keep it while she was getting fucked like a machine gun from below. A little more force from Tyrone and she started to nervously lick.
This left one place for me, and I took it with force and gusto. I never got Cassies asshole while we dated and I planned to make the most of it. The awkward pizzaguy opened her up, but I was a little bigger and thicker than he was. I used a little lube but Cassie still jerked in pain as I went in, and Tyrone rolled his eyes at me, I was farther distracting Cassies licking. It seems to get easier for her as we went, and eventually Cassie shook with an orgasam.
We all went hard and Phil was the first to come. He grabbed Cassies tit with one hand, digging his nails in, and bit onto her nipple with the other. She screamed into Tyrones cunt again, and he said, frustrated “Alright man, trade you?”.
I nodded and kept fucking her tight ass while Tyrone got the WMD and carefully put inside of himself, and strapped it to his thighs. It was truly a sight of shock and awe seeing the size. I pulled from her asshole and sat on the couch. Cassies body dropped, and let herself pant, as if it was over. A drool and cum mixture began to pool out of her mouth.
I picked up her head with a handful of hair, and lined my cock up to her lips. She could tell where my dick had been and she pulled her mouth away from it. Tyrone positioned himself behind Cassie, and began to lick out her asshole. She made a gasp, and I used it to go into her mouth, and all the way down to her throat.
Cassie began to shake again, her body ready for another orgasam, and before it hit Tyrone put half of the huge rubber dick inside her asshole. I was too deep in her throat for her to bite down, and instead she swallowed the head of my dick in shock. Tyrone began to fuck Cassie, little thrusts at first, leading into big long ones. Loud slaps of his hips hitting hers as he pounded away, digging his fingers into her ass for grip.
Tyrone began to shake and made a very effeminate moan as he came. The long deep thrust shocked Cassie again, and she swallowed the tip of my dick again, but this time it was much tighter and warmer, and I came. We all sat back and watched Cassies panting, scratched and sweating body. I knew she was exhausted, and she was now mine.
I untied her legs and put her on her back, so that her tied arms were under her. Phil dragged her head so it fell from the side of the mattress. He put his balls to her lips and squeezed her nipple hard with his nails, she yelped and began to lap away at them. Phil masturbated while she sucked his balls, then fucked her face, grabbing her tits and savagely using them for leverage. I had one of her legs and used a foot to gently masturbate, her saliva still coating my dick as lube. Phil came violently in to her throat, and left her tits red with nail marks.
Tyrone used Cassies other leg for leverage as he rubbed their pussies together, until they both orgasamed again. Hard again, I forced Cassies knees next to her head, and fucked her slowly and hard, forcing her to cum one last time, before I did. I got her vibrator out again, with another that Tyrone had brought, and plugged her holes back it, and put them on full. They buzzed loudly, and you could hear them almost fighting eachother. The effect showed on Cassies face, as her body softly spasmed.
Phil and Tyrone packed up, Phil gave me a twisted smile “Yeah, fucking wild. Lets not wait so long next time yeah!”.
Tyrone agreed “Thanks man, these hormones make it hard for me sometimes. Needed it.”
I let them know it was all good, and told them they were welcome. They left, leaving me alone with Cassie once more. I watched her until another two orgasams went through her, and saw that they were getting painful. I turned the toys off, removed them, and started to untie her.
I removed her earphones, then the blindfold. I looked at her in her eyes, they were red with tears.. She looked like a mess, the little eyeliner she had worn had run and her hair was in clumps from sweat and cum. As I looked at her and she looked at me, there was a quiet moment of understanding.
I undid her hands, stood up, and gently pushed her to my cock. Without argument, she took it, and sucked hard. When she felt me build up, she started to force my dick deeper, gagging herself. Her eyes watered and long bits of saliva dripped from my balls, but she kept going until my last load shot out onto her tongue.
I stood, walked to the bedroom and gestured for her to follow. Cassie followed, wide-eyed and quietly. She understood now that in a way, part of her belonged to me, and she would do whatever I told her. I could not help but think of all the things I could do to her. Things I will do to her.

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A cold evening on the campus

It was the middle of December, three days before the college broke for Christmas. The days had become really short, and if you lived in the middle of a concrete forest like I did, really cold. I was in second year then, having given the end semester examinations, and trying to enjoy the few days that remained before we all headed off for our homes. But one can only enjoy as much with an empty hostel, most of my mates having departed already inspite of the fact that college was still on. Not so for me, my parents would mail me the e-ticket right on the day the college closed.
Cursing my luck, I sat in the large hall, all mine now, the only remaining guy spending his time with his girlfriend in some secret location. I didn’t have a girlfriend back then, and sitting in the empty hall made me wonder if I should have tried harder to get one. And coupled with the cold, it made me feel horny as hell. As if to mock my predicament, a gaggle of girls (it’s geese I know, anyway) passed on the road outside the hostel, towards the college. I didn’t recognize them, and would have ignored them but for the fact that my nose chose to assert itself at that very moment. The resultant explosion drew their attention, and on inquiring, found me hastily wiping my nose. This caused them to erupt in fresh laughter,and they went on their way.”Bitches” I thought to myself, my mind conjuring up images of the girls naked on their backs, being fucked hard by my…..
The clock told me another hour had been deleted from my lonely existence. I was still sitting with a running nose, as alone as before. To make matters worse, I discovered that I was now sneezing at short intervals,and headed off to the medicine closet to get something. This done, I headed back to my room to freshen up, deal with the copious phlegm and decide what I’d do for the rest of the day. This took me another hour, for the sneezes proved to be too resilient for one tablet to work. WHen I was finally done, I decided, against better sense, to head to the college and see if anyone was around.
Informing the warden, I set off towards the almost desolate college, looking boring and somewhat haunted in the fading daylight. To add to this mysterious dimension was the presence of a single bike in the parking lot, the concrete expanse showing no other signs of recent use. More surprisingly, it was a girl’s bike, all pink and lavender, with a basket up front. Wondering which girl could be spending her time so fruitlessly (even the library had closed by now), I headed in, past the foreboding gate and the equally suspicious glance of the gatekeeper, into the main building.
Now our college was built in the 50s, when colonial architecture had gone out of fashion but artistic sense had not yet taken its place in the minds of architects. The result was a Soviet-style block of concrete that had narrow slits for windows, more for use as nesting places for birds than as inlets for light, let alone warmth. In my two years here. I had come to know the structure and its interior by heart, though each passage was as boring as the previous and the next, each staircase as dark and steep as the one in the next wing, and so on. I also knew that the staff would have headed off home or to the staff canteen by now, leaving the behemoth to brood by itself.
Passing through the lower part of the building, I decided to head towards the field, hoping to find someone, or at least something to do. The moment I stepped onto the grass, however, my body told me it was the wrong choice. Not only was I clad in simple sandals which left my feet at the cold mercy of tall dewy grass, but the vast expanse created a sort of Gobi desert where wind freely smashed into you, as if asking why you had dared to come at this hour. Add to it the totally empty field, and the college was starting to feel positively spooky.
I crossed the field double pace, my feet thoroughly drenched and my nose starting to protest again. So I was greatly relieved to replace the windy cold for the stony cold of the passages that opened onto the field. Fishing out my phone , I discovered the time to be around four, yet the place looked like something out of a medieval haunted castle. Finding the stony cold to be little better when it came to cheering one up, I picked up pace, deciding to head back home rather than humour the spirits that were surely wondering what this human was up to.
The pillars beside me began to whizz past as I covered the long passage. Reaching its end, I decided against taking a short cut through the building, instead going round, taking a sharp corner as I continued my lonely sojourn. I was walking so fast that my sandals were protesting, my breath coming in ragged gasps, all to keep my body warm. I was walking so fast,that I almost missed her.
I decelerated at a rapid pace, coming to stop two pillars ahead of where she half sat half against the pillar. Retracing my steps till I was standing a yard away, I realized she must be one of the freshers,for I could not recognize her. And if the chemistry textbook on her lap was any indication, she was not of my department either (I was in commerce).
For a brief while I stood there, wondering if the girl was at all alive, it being inconceivable that someone could sleep with the wind as it was. Evidently she was alive, for her chest rose and fell gently. Wondering whether I should wake her or not, I realized that there was about half an hour till the gate was locked, and she would likely have to spend the night here. Bending down beside her, I gently cleared my throat, making an odd sound as the cold had reached my throat. She didn’t respond, her features the same as before, her hair gently flying in the wind. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped as an opportunity came to my mind.
I had no girlfriend, and it had been quite a while since I had felt a girl’s touch, or to be more precise, squeezed any tits. This one had a nice pair, the contours, inspite of being dulled by triple layers of bra, blouse and sweater, telling me that she must atleast be a C cup. Forgetting the deadlline completely, I watched mesmerized as the bulge on her chest rose and fell with her breathing, standing out at all times against her flat stomach and narrow waist, partly obscured by the book.
This sight was, even before I realized it, giving me a hard-on, and I couldn’t help but lean closer, close enough to feel her warm breath brush against my face, her black hair caressing my face, even as she slept in blissful ignorance. Inspite of this proximity to her face however, I found nothing very attractive about her bespectacled, slightly freckled face, my attention shifting again to her tits, which were now barely inches from my hungry hands. For a moment I held myself, my common sense stopping me from sinking my fingers into the soft bulge before me. If she woke, it would probably be the end of my studies here. On the other hand, if the wind didn’t wake her….
My index finger soon rested on her stomach, poking her gently. No response. I placed the same finger on her tits, taking care to balance myself lest I slip and fall on her. In this position I was at almost no risk, but I couldn’t feel anything either. Keeping an eye on her closed eyelids and making sure she was breathing as peacefully as before, I gradually placed two, three and then five fingers on the left side of her breasts, not daring to apply any pressure. Yet the very image of my hand resting squarely on her chest made me hard, making me throw caution to the winds as I went for more.
Shifting again while taking care not to press down, I was soon on top of her legs, both my hands placed on the tits, resting lightly but firmly on the heavily clothed mounds. I began to spread my fingers till they had encompassed her chest, touching each other, like two spiders getting ready to wrap round their prey. Still she showed no sign of waking, and I gathered the courage, aided by a nose that threatened to take the road of high morality should I waste too much time. Ensuring that my palms were at the base of her tits, I began to squeeze.
The tits had felt firm under my grasp, like heavy rubbery globes that were just meant to be mauled. My manhood pushing against my jeans, I squeezed harder, pushing my fingers deeper into her chest, eager to take in as much of the soft flesh as possible into my palm. Though the sweater proved to be an impediment, I soon found myself squeezing them as much as possible, loving the way the bouncy tits filled my hands and resisted my fingers as they invaded it. Suddenly I was aware of two eyes staring at me, then a shrill scream.
Hands were pushing against me, scratching me, desperate to get me off her. Her legs were kicking mine,. pushing me off balance and on top of her. I landed with softly on her, temporarily knocking the breath out of her. Ironically my landing was softened by the very tits she was trying to defend, trapping her and my hands underneath us. I freed mine first, pressing my hand against her mouth as my other tried to fend off her now free arms. This forced my to press further, allowing her to bite my fingers. In the position, I had no other option but to allow her hands to scratch and punch me, my free arm trying to free the other.
As I freed my hand however, she screamed again, making me realize that she needed to be silenced for good. Clambering up on her somehow (which incidentally pressed my knee into her rib cage) I landed a hard punch on the part of her torso available,followed by two on her heaving tits. I had no time to admire them , however, as she screamed a third time. Two slaps and another punch later though, she saw sense in closing her pouty lips. Silence descended again on the campus, with no sign of the watchman, yet. I clasped my hand on her face again. She couldn’t bite me this time, nor was she willing to take any more punches, instead she looked at me with the angriest expression she could muster.
Yet as one danger passed,another appeared : the sounds of the watchman’s stick could be heard in the distance. I realized that there was no time to reason with her,. and she must be hidden quickly. Letting her face go, I grabbed her long hair in my left arm, holding onto it while I got up with the other. She found herself dragged up by her hair, yelping and crying but not screaming. Relieved that she’d not yet heard the footsteps, I made her pick up her book, then dragged her to the nearest classroom. Locked. Damn the steps were getting nearer, and she heard them too. I saw her prepare to scream, and punched her again. Dragging her to the next room before she could recover, I found it unlocked,and thanking providence, threw her inside, closing the door just as the watchman entered the corridor we had been in.
My heart was in my mouth, as I pressed the girl against the wall of the dark room, replacing the hold of her hair with a hold on her mouth, the other hand keeping her hands at bay. The sounds got nearer, and it was all I could do to keep her from pushing me away and running. Closer and closer, as I prayed that he would not enter the room. She kicked me, and almost lost balance. I punched her again, as the man passed outside the door and moved on. Another punch quietened her, and i heaved a sigh of relief as the sounds became fainter. Relieved I collapsed against her, my mouth naturally coming close to hers. Before she could scream, my lips were on hers.
Shocked, she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to dart inside, exploring her reluctant tongue in the warmth of her mouth. Her hands tried to push me away, as her teeth clamped down, making me howl in pain. Guessing the position, I swung my hand, colliding with something soft, feeling my tongue jerk in her mouth, even something warm touched my cheek and trickled down . My tongue was released, and it trapped hers, forcing it to play, her taste organ unable to prevent me from running all over it, then taste her cheeks and teeth, all the while she passively allowing the invasion of her mouth.
Meanwhile my hands had, almost on their own,sought out her tits, and soon placed themselves on the bulge, which was aided by her efforts to get me off her chest. She responded to this new outrage by intensifying her thrust on my hands, pulling and scratching them as they held her tits captive. I was finding it hard to hold onto her mouth as she tried to say something, shaking her head. The watchman having long gone, I took the luxury of letting her mouth go, and was relieved to find only weak protests come out of her oral cavity.
Yet the focus was now squarely on her tits, one hand mauling the mounds, squeezing as deep as the position would allow, the other starting to raise her sweater. The second task proved harder, and I pushed my hand inside it. I was greeted by warm flesh, which I intentionally pinched and scraped, making her whimper and squirm between me and the wall. Presently I came to an expanse of cotton, my hand hitting an obstruction on its way up. Readjusting my hand, I pushed between bra and blouse/sweater, and was rewarded with a big mound that I cupped in my eager hand. As she had shifted to scratching the hand that had penetrated her cotton defences, I used my free hand to hold her against the wall, giving me more room to maul her boob.
Using this extra room to poke her ribs with my knuckle, I proceeded to pull down the cotton cup, replacing soft cotton for softer flesh. More arousingly still, something hard and rubbery poked my fingers, making me imprison it between my thumb and forefinger, and give it a hard twist. She let out a squeal, her legs trembling under me as her struggles stopped and renewed with greater vigor, A harder twist, and she now shifted from begging me to let her go to letting go of her nipple.
Using the opportunity given by her weakened resistance, I grabbed her sweater and yanked it up, pushing up her blouse along with it. When it was held back by her armpits, I navigated my free hand to her other tit, yanking the bra down and exposing (though I could not see them) the tits in all their glory. Before she could protest, her nipples registered theirs by becoming hard, each half an inch long, and from what I could feel, quite puffy. I welcomed this by latching onto both with my fingers, pulling and twisting them as she pushed against me. This was followed by pulling the nips upwards, forcing them to take the weight of the heavy tits. Releasing one, I gently cupped the underside of the still imprisoned other boob, squeezing it softly, loving the soft underside of her tit.
Risking further scratching, I let go of her nipple, bending down instead. Using my nose to find her tit, I took in one nipple, sucking the soft nub, almost willing it to produce milk. Instead it produced sobs and whimpers from her, though the hand in my hair wasn’t pulling too hard. Wrapping my arms round her naked abdomen, I continued sucking her, alternating it with flicks with my tongue. The softer ministrations began to change the tenor of her voice, making it heavier and replacing the yelps with moans. The hand in my hair was actually stroking it now, pressing my head against her chest, wanting me to continue sucking her like a child.
I obliged, shifting from one tit to another, now sucking , now biting the soft tit, now forcing her tit into my mouth using my hand. She was pressing against me now, all pretense of resistance gone. Her tits were wet with my saliva, but she didn’t want me to stop,protesting when I did. Heedless of her protests, I kissed her again, full on the lips, and was surprised to find her kissing back, her arms holding onto my shoulders, her wet torso pressing against my chest, her body, invisible in the darkness, nevertheless expressing its desire to be taken.
My hands shifted to her jeans, pulling the belt till it was out of the way, before undoing the button and dragging down her jeans. She realized the progress I’d made only when th cold air touched her thighs, my fingers kneading the soft expanse of flesh. She pulled away from my lips, begging me not to fuck her. “Why not ? You want me, don’t you?” I asked, getting only silence in response. Yet when I resumed the tugging, she spoke in a soft voice “I’m a virgin.” Really ? I asked in my mind. Today was my lucky day!
Evidently she didn’t share my feelings, for she began pleading harder as I continued to pull them down, reaching her ankles soon. All she had on were her panties now. “Please, don’t take my virginity.”
“How will you stop me?” I taunted her, pushing one finger into her crotch, feeling the warm wetness of her vagina. Coating my finger in the soft wetness, using the liquid coating my finger as proof of her willingness, thrusting it against her nose. She remained silent. I pushed it into her mouth, and she reluctantly licked it, her tongue lapping up her own juices. But again she said “Please….” I could tell she was looking at me beseechingly, but the benefit of not being able to look into them allowed me to ignore her promises of not telling anybody if I let her go now. I replaced my finger at the warm wet crotch, poking it , loving the softness of her vulva.
In a flash, her panties were bunched round her thighs, and her bush,with the vagina concealed within, was exposed. I probed deeper, ignoring her pleas and occassional push, till I found her wet hole, parting the outer lips as I soaked in the wetness. She was sobbing quietly now,but I knew she would become aroused again if I started fucking her. Yet the position was too dificult, and we were too close to the door, so I decided to shift her.
She probably read it as a sign of my backing off, for I heard her heave sigh of relief. Taking a hold of her hand, I used the other to feel along the wall till I found the switchboard,and turning on switches at random, I waited as the tubelight flickered to light, showing me my victim for the first time in the room. She was in a mess, chunks of paint enmeshed in her hair, her top pulled up untidily and her fair skin exposed from tit to pussy and beyond. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were glistening, but I could also make out the damp spot in her panties , which was embarassing her.
My dick was getting as hard as obsidian in my pants, so I decided to free it. Her mouth opened in an O when she saw the size of it – 9 inches and a good deal thick. Truth be told I had never had sex with a girl before, having only been sucked once. Now I wanted a similar, if not better, performance from her. Advancing upon her, I grabbed her hair and, instead of the pull towards me that she expected, I pushed her to her knees, her poor bones hitting the floor with a thud. Now positioned before me with her eyes staring at me with a mixture of bafflement and fear, I ensured she was looking at my dick instead by holding it directly above her head. Moving further, I placed the dick directly above her head, taking out my phone and clicking a picture before she could object. Next I lowered my cock a little, using the long shaft to poke her in the o t face, clicking away at her intense discomfiture.
But my hormones were by now too high for me to continue clicking her, and I proceeded to fucking her. Brushing her hands away, I made it clear to her that she would be face fucked whether she liked it or not, which, if done well,I might consider as enough for the night. The stupid cunt believed me, allowing me to place the tip of my prick in her waiting mouth. I had loved her tongue on mine, but tongue on cock took it to an entirely different level. As her fleshy organ now began to lick the tip of my dick, I the tingling wet sensations spreading from the tip to my whole organ, heightening my pleasure. More pressure on her hair encouraged her to innovate, and she began to lick up and down my shaft, gently pulling the skin of my sacks into her mouth, before licking my balls and returning to my dick. If I had had only the sight of her pleasuring me, it would have sufficed, but the feeling of her tongue and lips on my dick was awesome beyond description.
She now shifted to the tip again, her lips wrapping like a red band round the tip, blowing hot breath onto my cock at short intervals. Gradually she took more and more of it into her oral hole, engulfing my dick in a warm wet orifice. Yet she stopped round half my dick, considering it impossible to go further. Frustrated, I grabbed to handfuls of her hair, pulling her head into my pubic hair, causing her tear stained eyes to widen in horror, depositing the tears I had spilled from her eyes, in my groin. I held her there for a few seconds but it must have seemed like an eternity to her. Had it not been for the fact that she was choking, I would have kept her in the position for much longer, In the event, I pulled out sufficiently to allow her to gulp in air,before pushing in again, face fucking her hard. From the tightness of her orifice, I could tell that I was penetrating deep into her throat, her gagging only increasing my pleasure.
I realized that if I continued to fuck her this way, I would cum in her throat. Unfortunately for her, I wanted to take her cherry, cumming in the hole that mattered. So I pulled out with great reluctance, allowing her to gulp in air as I backed off slightly, still admiring the saliva on my dick.
Yet when I showed no signs of letting her go, she began to plead again.
Checking to make sure the door was securely locked, I advanced upon her, too far gone to bother about her mumbling entreaties, which turned to screams when I grabbed her waist, pushing her onto the nearest bench. She prompty sat up, trying to get off the cold wood, trying to kick me away. Unfortunately for her, one of the kicks landed on my balls, giving her a momentary advantage, but earning her two hard slaps which knocked her back onto the bench. Grabbing her legs, I made short work of her panties (her jeans had fallen off), and pulled her legs wide apart, forcing her to face the reality that she would be raped. “You might as well enjoy it. ” I whispered to her. pressing in the point.
Predictably, this brought forth another volley of pleas and kicks, the latter no longer effective as I was standing inches from her exposed honeypot. As for her pleas, they got louder and shriller as I poked her pussy with my dick, my dick fully hard thanks to her effort. If she had asked me to be gentle with her , I might have complied, but she kept up her “virgin” banter, interspersed by the sobs which served as a visual aphrodisiac for my cock.
She was trying to get up again, and this time I didn’t stop her. Instead, I grabbed her arms, pulling her towards me, till she was sitting on the desk, her tear stained face filling my vision. Holding her with one hand, I pushed the other between the folds of her pussy, feeling for her clit. This made her plead some more, but I could tell she was getting aroused again, her pleas becoming shorter and huskier. Encouraged, I changed the angle of my hand, while the other positioned her legs round my waist. Discovering her clit, I gently touched it, making her jump, yet become wetter still. Her eyes were closed now, allowing me to concentrate on rubbing her hole as imaginatively as I could, pushing as many as four fingers into the sopping lips, but taking care to stay away from her maidenhead.
The effort gave fruit soon, her mouth now opening only to emit moans of increasing intensity, her arms holding onto my shoulders for support as she again found herself at the mercy of her sexual nature. Yet I could not go on like this forever, especially when my dick suddenly touched her thighs, causing me to almost cum in excitement. Removing my hand, I replaced it with my hand, poking gently at her hole. Yet she made no complaint now, her eyes closed still. I could wait no more, reaction or no reaction. I applied more pressure, forcing my dick just inside her folds, then deeper still, till I reached a block. Her cherry.
Her eyes snapped open, her face showing confusion as her mind fought between continuing the pleasurable experience and protecting her virginity. I enjoyed it, her mouth expressing confused words even as her pussy was fully prepared to take me in. Finally I saw the confusion clear. In a small voice, she said, “Please don’t.” I slammed in.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of slamming into a virgin, an aroused virgin yet a scared virgin. As I filled her completely, her hole wrapped me like a tight glove, almost squeezing me as it tried to accommodate a man for the first time. Her eyes, wide in shock, only egged me on as I pushed in all the way to my balls, replacing the cold air for the warmth of a shocked female.
I held there for what seemed like eternity, my body and mind in pure bliss, savouring the sensations that moved from my groin to fill my senses, even as her eyes looked away, a tear trickling down the fair cheek to enter her mouth. As the second tear began to make its way down, I pulled out, holding it outside for a moment. There was blood on my dick, her virginal blood attesting to my conquest of her cunt. Loving the feeling, I slammed back in, causing her to jerk,her tits bouncing against my chest.
Out, and back in again. I picked up my pace, forcefully kissing the girl,mashing her lips against mine as her tits were against my chest, her pussy walls against my dick. She had no option but to hold onto me, as my violent thrusts became faster and faster, till I was fucking her in a frenzy, our bodies slapping against each other, her mouth letting out grunts of pain and pleasure. But for me it was only blissful incomparable pleasure, my mind loving the dual sensations of having taken a girl’s virginity and the more current one of fucking the shit out of her,
Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer, her warm presence becoming almost one with me as we mated in the empty room. She was bearing the brunt of it all, from the cold of the wood to the force of my thrusts, yet I could tell she was getting more and more aroused. The tears had continued to flow, but the crestfallen look had given way to a lustful one, her eyes betraying a desire she’d kept locked up like a good girl, till it was forced out of her, Now she surrendered completely to it, the legs round my waist gripping me with a force more than what was necessary, her lips kissing me with a hunger of their own, her eyes begging me to continue my violation. As I approached orgasm, she actually began to meet my thrusts with some of her own, her arms, now supporting her body, assisting in this expression of desire,
I was rapidly approaching my orgasm now. Her toes were pressed against my butt, pushing me up towards her; her lovely head was throwing itself back in loud moans, before coming up to meet my lips again. As I held her slender torso, she pressed harder against me, her arms pushing her towards my invading pole. My lips were moving all over her upper torso now, kissing sucking licking and biting away at her neck, chest and breasts as she moaned more frequently, her sounds of pleasure eclipsing the sounds of our slapping bodies.
Yet I could hold no more,. Pressing her hard against me, I pushed in as far as my dick would go, burying my face in her neck as I came hard, emptying load upon load of warm jizz into her once virgin cunt. She didn’t resist, but took it all in, trying to bring herself to orgasm. I dimly noted her letting out a moan that was almost a scream, her hips banging hard against mine, her juices overflowing her pussy, lost as I was in the warm afterglow of my own orgasm, loving the tight velvet like warmth of her most precious place. Exhausted, I pressed my body against her, as her arms began to buckle then collapse. We landed hard on the bench, our my arms still underneath her, her legs still wrapped around mine, our tired bodies relaxing after an exhilarating experience. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes, falling asleep on top of her.
I awoke to a gentle nudging from my victim and lover, her eyes looking at me with an alarm which made me realize that I wasn’t in my wedding bed, but on a cold bench in the deserted college. To make matters worse, sounds of the watchman were returning towards the door, marking the second of his three nightly circuits of the college. And it seemed he had noticed the light. Getting up quickly,my heart in my mouth, I fled to a corner, hiding behind some unused desks piled together. She wasn’t so fast, and after dressing quickly, had the unpleasant job of opening the door. I spent tense moment as I saw her talk with the invisible watchman, her voice so low as to be unintelligible from my corner. For some reason, she failed to persuade him not to enter, and he pushed past her, in the process pushing her against a wall.
It took my slow brain another minute to realize she was pleading, and another before I realized she would have to give the second blow job of the night. I held my breath till I saw him lower his pants, her face appearing between his legs. Sneaking out softly, I took the bunch of keys, marveling at the watchman’s lust, which prevented him from ascertaining where I was,and which now prevented him from noticing me passing inches from him. I made good my escape through the side door, leaving the keys there. As I departed, I heard a faint female scream. Poor girl, it would be a long night for her indeed.
written by Pandorius999
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This story is written as a fantasy. The author does not condone such behavior in real life.
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