Ashley and Amanda Part 2
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Intro.
I didn't think much of Ashley. If she was around, I ignored her, and if shetried to interact with me, I acted condescending. We went to High School togetherand I was friends with one of her friends, Mellissa, who introduced us. Ashleytagged along while me and Mellissa hung out one night, but we made her a thirdwheel, and the next day at school when Ashley tried to say hi to me while passingin the hall, as if we were now friends just because I was with her the nightbefore, I smirked at her and didn't bother responding.
Ashley was a bit of an airhead with a default facial expression that lookeda mix of slight confusion and dumb-innocent inanity. But she was hot. Justnot so hot that it could be a big enough distraction from her bimboisms forthem to go unnoticed. She had a nice full ass and thick thighs but not at allbecause she was overweight. She wasn't. She just had an athletic body. Hertits were average size, maybe a B. Her brown hair was permed to curl and herlips were pouty. She always looked like some invisible force was causing herminor hurt. If I bothered to look at her it was to imagine what her lips wouldlook like wrapped around a cock, but I wasn't about to dignify her with thetime of day.
Mellissa was hotter, really hot, and though she didn't have much of a soulherself, she was haughty and graceful and knew how to accentuate her sexiness.She was short curvy blond and bit titted, the skinny girl that still somehowmanaged a huge bust. Her and I were flirty and occasionally fucked. She waspopular, Ashley wasn't, and though her and Ashley were friends, she didn'tseem to be very nice to Ashley. Ashley was either too dumb or too insecureto stick up for herself, and anyhow, nobody seemed to find Ashley in need ofmuch respect. Somewhere along the high school line people decided she'd bethe scapegoat, the one to be picked on if you felt like picking on somebody.
The summer after high school I bought my own house with money from freelancewriting and a book I published. The privacy allowed me to live like a maniac,which is mostly what I did.
1.
The phone rang. Shit. I was making garbage art, betting on the muse, wastingtime, not really knowing what the fuck I was doing and too manic to want tostop and figure it out. I eyed the phone with suspicion, picked it up, quick,perturbed.
"What do you want? Who is it?!"
"LANCE!"
"Shit, Mellissa, good, you, you're hot. I don't know what I'm doin. Let'smake love."
"Shut up. What are you doing?"
"I don't know I don't know."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"This is all I ever get when the phone rings. Those four words: What, are,you, and doing, in that order. Somebody ought to call me and give me somethinggood, like an equation to play the stock market by so I can make millions,or the winning numbers to next week's lottery. All I ever get are people hopingI've got a way out for them. No, I don't. Anyhow anyhow, tonight I'm eitherfucking you or not fucking you, hopefully the former."
"Shut up. Maybe I'll stop by later."
"Wear pantyhose. With a garter belt. Do you have one?"
"Never mind. Hey, you should hear what Ashley keeps telling me about."
"Ashley? I should huh? Anytime I hear you talk about Ashley you're complainingabout her, yet you continue to hang out with her."
"She's alright. Amusing. And she makes me look better."
"You don't need help looking good."
"Well, she's obsessed with you."
"You've told me. I've made it clear to her that she doesn't exist. She continuescrushing on me. Whatever."
"Well, see, I think that makes it worse. I wasn't going to tell you this,but she won't shut up about it, and I think she secretly wants me to tell you,so what the hell. Um..."
"Get to it. I'm making garbage art. Shit's sake."
"What the fuck is garbage art?"
"I don't know. Get to it."
"Well, see a few weeks ago I went over to her house to get my lap top. Shedidn't know I was coming. When I knocked on the door, no one answered, so Ijust went in. When I walked into her room she was laying on her bed in herunderwear with her hands handcuffed behind her back, her legs tied togetherwith clothesline, her pillowcase wrapped around her head as a blindfold, anda piece of tape over her mouth."
"Interesting."
"When she heard the door open, she froze. I ungagged her and asked her whatshe was doing. She said, 'Nothing.' That's all she could come up with. I said,'You've found a hell of a way to do "nothing'' I'm just getting my lap top.Have fun with your "nothing."' I put the tape back over her mouth and left."
"Okay."
"Ya. So, she called me later that night, embarrassed, and decided she'd betterexplain. I said I didn't really care, but she told me a few things. Turns outshe's quite the freak."
"Listen, I'm looking at my garbage art right now, half finished, and it'smaking me feel really shitty. What does this have to do with me?"
"Why do I put up with you?"
"Because I give you better sex than your oaf boyfriend."
"Ya. Anyways, she has a rape fantasy. And you're the rapist."
"No shit?"
"Ya. Make of that what you will. On Saturday she even asked me to tie herup. I did. What the hell. I tied her up and then pushed her into her closetand then left. I don't know how she got out, but she eventually did, causetoday she called me and asked if I wanted to go to a party tomorrow. It's atMatt's. Do you want to go? My boyfriend's having some dumb poker night thingwith his friends."
"I don't know. If there's free rum I'll go. Otherwise, if I'm going to besober, I'd rather it be sober without those assholes around."
"We'll find some rum. I want to drink with you. You're funny when you'redrunk. And I'm craving sex with you."
"Then come over tonight."
"I can't. My boyfriend wants me to go out to eat with him."
I hung up on her. I went back to my garbage art, and when I found my creativityto be impotent but my cock the opposite, I looked at detective magazine coverson the internet.
2.
The next night I was shooting my pistol in the woods behind my house. I madea smiley face with bullet holes on a tree. My cell phone rang.
"What do you want? Who is it?"
"Uh, Lance? It's Amy."
"Egh, fuck. I'm shooting a tree. Bye."
I hung up. When I fucked Amy she refused to have any fun with it. Missionary.In and out. In and out. Fucking boring. I couldn't even pin her hands togetherabove her head, she got all feminist.
I went back to shooting up the tree. I gave the smiley face a wicked hairdo.My phone rang again. I answered, "Amy, I've got a pistol."
"What?! Lance, this is Mellissa. We're heading over to Matt's in an hour.Will you be there?"
"If you wear a skirt with pantyhose, I'll be there."
"I'm already dressed in something else."
"Then you can have a ball with Matt and all of the exciting people he's invitedto his little shindig."
"That's seriously the only way you're coming?"
"Ya."
"Fine. I'll wear a skirt with pantyhose."
"And a garter belt."
"Ya. See you there."
I shot the smiley face between the eyes and went inside and took a showerand got dressed and admired myself in the mirror.
3.
When I walked into Matt's, fellow teenagers were sitting around all overthe place, smoking, drinking, being cute, drunk, stupid. Some were just standingin circles, shooting the shit. Some were glued to a tv screen and playing playstation.A lot of subnormal, ugly goons were standing around trying to impress the girls,working devotedly with and despite the lousy hand the good gods of genes andshit luck gave them. They were too goofy to have a chance and too stupid torealize it. God bless them. It seems you haven't gotten around to it yet.
I didn't like the girl situation either. There weren't too many there, andthe few that were weren't too outstanding and were already hemmed in by legionsof freaks and morons. The only girls I wanted to undress and suck on and biteand plug up and...were a few underclassmen, sophomore or junior girls. I wantedto stick my dick like a knife in their immaturity, in their naivete, in theirstupidity and youthful arrogance. I wanted to cock-slay these strange, well-adornedvessels of ignorance and bullshit. I wanted to watch their lousy personalitiesbe magically replaced by an uncontrollable horniness spurred by my charisma,my sexiness, my seven and a half inches. I wanted to conquer everything thatwas wrong with them and supersede it with the rightest thing I can imagine,a need and willingness to get fucked and debased and used and made into purehard body teen aged sex. Yes, I wanted all that, but I was 19 and they weren'tlegal, and I was there to fuck around with Mellissa, get drunk and watch allof these bizarre creatures, these partygoers, in action.
I saw some senior standing in a circle with a bunch of kids leave a bottleof rum on the kitchen counter while he went to take a piss. I took his placein the circle and introduced myself.
"Hey motherfuckers."
"Lance! What up, man?"
"Not my cock with this sausage overabundance. What the fuck, man?"
"Ya, I don't know. What have you been up to this summer?"
"Oh, shit!" I acted like I just remembered something urgent and ran downstairs,but not before sneaking the bottle of rum with me. I wasn't about to discusssummers.
Mellissa was in the basement. She had on pantyhose and a skirt like I askedher, uh huh, very good. I drank fast. Dulling with drunkenness the sights ofa party such as this is the only way to make it bearable.
Mellissa was happy to see me. Mellissa was flirty. Mellissa probably wishedI'd be her boyfriend instead of the one she currently had, but she knew I wouldn'tgo for it. Mellissa. I looked at her legs and ass and shot the shit with herand shot the shit with anyone else around. I saw Ashley across the room andaccidentally made eye contact with her. Oops.
After a while I whispered in Mellissa's ear that I was going to go to thebathroom and then I was going to take her upstairs and ravage her. She toldme to hurry up, but on the way to the bathroom, Matt, the host of the party,approached me.
"What up, dude?" he asked.
"Hey."
"I didn't expect to find you here. Listen, did you steal Mikey's rum?"
"No. I brought my own rum. Tell Mikey to fuck off if he thinks I stole hisrum."
"Alright, man, just checkin."
And then Ashley walked up to us, shy, stupid, Ashley.
"Hey Lance," she said, a deer in my brights, a deer with thick thighs andpouty lips and a rape fantasy with me as the rapist. I'd make her think twiceabout interrupting me while I was just trying to take a piss so I could getback to Mellissa and bring her upstairs to an empty bedroom.
"Hey," I replied, "I heard about your little rape fantasy. If I was goingto rape somebody, if I was going to force somebody to have sex with me whetherthey wanted to or not, why the fuck would I settle for you? I'd go track downAdriana Lima or someone."
Matt laughed and, slightly shocked, said, "Jesus."
Ashley got red, froze, started to say something, faltered and then quicklywalked upstairs. I went and took a piss.
When I got back to where Mellissa and I had been sitting, she was gone.
"Where the fuck did Mellissa go?!" I asked this kid we'd been sitting with.
"Her boyfriend just came in here all pissed and took her away. I don't thinkshe's coming back."
"AH, FUCK!! I came here for rum, Mellissa, Mellissa in a skirt, Mellissain pantyhose, and Mellissa in a garter belt. Now all I've got is rum, thiscouch, and you. You've got a dick, ugly ass legs that should never wear pantyhose,an ugly ass face, no tits, an ugly ass everything. You're a dude, man, thisis a problem."
I sat on the couch and brooded. I wanted somebody's head on a pike. I drankmore and more, too much, not so much that I didn't know what I was doing--Iwas in full control, yes--but enough that I was feeling more and more violent,belligerent, malicious. After a while I was the only one around, shouting obscenities,talking to the walls.
I decided I was going to salvage the night by trying to sleep with one ofthose younger girls with the tight bodies and the immaturity and all that,but when I got back upstairs, almost everybody was gone.
I walked out the front door and saw where they all went. Two people werefighting in the front yard and everybody else was standing around in a bigcircle watching. The cretins. I went back inside to find more alcohol.
Then I saw Ashley, apparently the only other person in the house. She wasstanding in the kitchen, reaching up for a glass with her ass sticking out.It looked good. Her jeans were real tight. Little folds formed in the denimon the backs of her upper thighs. She was wearing a tight cotton t-shirt andadidas. We were the only two around. What the fuck? She didn't deserve it,but I was going to give it to her.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arm around her chest, grabbing herleft tit and pulling her to me, my other hand squeezing her ass. She let outa quiet yelp so I sealed her mouth shut with my hand.
"Ssshh. It's your rapist in shining armor. Let me see you."
I spun her around and examined her. Her shirt was too small to cover up allof her stomach, and the skin exposed was tanned brown. Her breasts moved upand down to the rhythm of her hard breathing. She had thick thighs. I staredher coldly in the eyes and it made her look down at the ground. Pulling hertowards me and holding her wrists together behind her back, I squeezed hercheeks together with my other hand and asked her if she shaved her pussy. Shenodded yes as much as she could with my hand holding her face. I squeezed herthick thigh and then slid my hand down in her panties. She had a line of shortpubic hair just above her pussy but otherwise she was shaved. I spread herpussy lips with two fingers. She bit her lip. She was already wet. This wasgoing to be an easy rape.
"To an upstairs bedroom," I ordered. I trailed behind her, studying her asswhile she walked up the stairs. She looked back at me once, timidly. When wegot in the bedroom, what looked to be the parent's bedroom, she stood nextto the bed and waited for my next move. I stood next to her and told her tostrip.
"I want this so bad," she said, taking her clothes off.
"Shut up you dipshit, I'm raping you."
When she was naked I noticed a line of pussy juice running slowly down herinner thigh.
"My god," I said, stopping the end of the line with my finger, tracing itup her leg and then wiping my now glistening finger across her lower stomach.
I sat on the edge of the bed and told her to lay down across my lap, facingupwards. I examined her body with my fingers, squeezing her breasts, pinchingher nipples, pinching her inner thighs and then fingering her with one handand shoving the fingers of my other hand in her mouth. She sucked on my fingerswell and moaned from the stimulation to her pussy. My index and middle fingerwere soaked in dumb-Ashley pussy juice, and when I'd pause the fucking motionfor a moment to tease her, leaving only half of my fingers submerged, her hipswould gyrate to try and continue the stimulation.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up to look at me while I toldher, "God damn, I've never met a whore as cock starved as you. Lay on the bedand wait for me. No touching yourself."
I watched her lay across the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to wait.She humped the air a little. I sat on the dresser and smoked a cigarette, watchingher. She couldn't take it.
"Please come fuck me. Please."
"Shut up. Don't tell me what to do. I feel like smoking. And rape victimsaren't supposed to beg for it. It kinda negates the whole rape aspect, silly." Ipaused, lifted up my shirt to look at my six pack in the dresser mirror andcontinued, "I can make you unwilling. You don't want that."
I took my time. When I was just about finished she started fingering herself,so I rushed over to the bed, crawled over her, grabbed her arms away from herpussy, pinned them over her head, and undid my pants. My cock came out fullyerect with a pool of precum on the head. 7 and a half inches. She looked downat it and moaned, then bucked her hips to try to connect her pussy with it.
"Stop being so impatient you little bitch. I'm not here to please your desperatepussy. I'm here to use it. Then I'm through with you."
I rubbed the head of my cock against her inner thigh. I rubbed it againsther crotch just next to her pussy. I rubbed it in circles around her pussy,pretending to head in a few times but bringing it back outside. I rubbed itup and down against her clit and then put just the very tip of it in her. Ipaused there and looked at her face.
"Please. I can't stand it," she begged.
"Shut up." I sealed her mouth with my hand and then forced my dick all theway in. I fucked her furiously and left my hand over her mouth to muffle thevaginal sabotage she was screaming, grunting, moaning. I bit her neck and nipples.I thrust my cock in as deep as it could go, held it there, roughly pulled herhair and pinched her nipple, hard, super hard. Before I was about to cum Itook my dick out of her pussy.
"Please," she implored, "Keep going. I'm about to have an orgasm."
I crawled up to her face to put my dick on her lips.
"Open up," I said. She did, and then I was spurting into her mouth. I madeher swallow it and lick it off of my cock. After I'd had enough I took my cockout of her mouth and lay it across her face, dragging it off when I was readyand leaving a line of cum/saliva across her forehead, nose and cheek.
Walking out of the room and zipping my pants back up, I looked back and sawher fingering herself feverishly. She still needed to get off. As I shut thedoor I heard her moaning climax. She was cumming.
I went home.
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