"You've just been fucked. I can tell by the way your ass is swinging," teased Becky's roommate Marjie as the angry blonde freshman entered their dorm apartment.
"Shut up," Becky scowled, ripping at the buttons of her body shirt. She peeled it off and threw it onto her bed, then tossed her bra beside it. The pink points of her round tits were glaring as she kicked off her shoes and then stepped out of her hot pants. Clad only in her creamy skin, she lay down on her belly, plump ass presenting a delectable target as she pouted.
"What's wrong, Beck?" Marjie asked, sharing bet roomie's upset but ignorant of its cause.
"Nothing is wrong," Becky replied angrily. "Absolutely nothing." She rolled around and lay on her back, arms folded beneath her tits. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling above her but they saw nothing in particular.
Marjie had been studying but she set aside her books and came to Becky's side. She sat down on the sparse extent of bed remaining. The crinkly fabric of her nightie tickled Becky's flesh, making the blonde girl smile in spite of herself.
"Something has gotten stuck in your cute little ass," Marjie observed. "Would you feel better if you told me about it?"
Becky shook her head. She didn't want to talk, even to Marjie, with whom she felt she could share everything. Not this, though. Not now, anyway.
Marjie shrugged. Her hand nestled lightly on Becky's tummy, a finger touching the puckered hole of the blonde girl's navel. "If you want to tell me," she smiled, "just whistle. I'm in the next bed."
Becky was pissed, to say the least. This had to be the most humiliating experience of her life-except, perhaps, for the time when she had come up behind some of the guys in high school and heard them talking about a girl who was too tall, too skinny, to be any good for anything, and realized with horror that they meant her.
High school had been a depressing experience for the pretty blonde girl. She had been born and raised in a little town called Fayetteville, far upstate, and that had been strike number one against her.
The boys in Fayetteville liked girls who were short and cute and carried around big tits and chunky asses. Becky, who had reached her full height of five-seven in eighth grade, and who didn't carry a pound of excess flesh in all her body, didn't meet their standards of beauty. Consequently she spent a long lonely adolescence in the rural county seat, and it wasn't until she was a junior in high school that she found a boy who seemed willing to date her.
That was Ted. Not the smartest, not the handsomest boy in Fayetteville, but he saw something in Becky that no one else did, and they found enjoyment in one another's company. But the agonizing part of it was Ted's growing possessiveness. In their senior year he began talking with assurance about the prospects for their married life, and Becky knew that the only good thing she'd been able to find was starting to go bad.
She didn't want to marry Ted. Even though she knew that by Fayetteville's standards she was unattractive, she didn't intend to marry the first guy who asked her. She'd been accepted at State University, and the prospect of entering at last a cosmopolitan, sophisticated world thrilled her as Ted never could. Telling him was the only problem. Each time she tried to bring up the subject. he did or said something that made her feel like a heel for even thinking of breaking up with him. As her last Fayetteville summer dragged on to its end, and the day of departing for the University neared, she felt an increasing sense of desperation.
Saturday afternoon, the day before she was to leave for the campus town where she would spend her next four years gaining an education, Ted came by and took her for a ride in his car. She could remember it as well as if it were happening right now…
It was the last day of August and the trees were in the fullest bloom of summer. Becky sighed inwardly to think that before many more weeks had gone by, the leaves would be burnt brown and fallen to decay across the long winter. Even the thought that with spring the lovely shades of green would reappear did not console her.
Part of her malaise was due to another cause, it should be noted. On Sunday afternoon-tomorrow-right after church, she and her parents would load her clothes and other necessities into the family car and begin the long drive to State University. Monday morning, bright and early, she would enroll as a freshman. But this was only Saturday, and the big day was still ahead of her, and for the time being she was yet a part of her old life.
And the most important part of her old life was standing beside her right now, his hand clutching hers tightly, his chest pressed against her shoulder blades as they watched the sun dropping lower and lower across the hills to westward. This was their own private garden, they had decided long ago, and it belonged to them in a way that could never be matched by the person who happened by some chance or other to bold legal title to this property.
They stood on the edge of a lush patch of green woods, oak and hickory and walnut and maple trees, bounded by a fragrant, verdant meadow, bright and dancing with daisies and violets and forget-me-nots. Becky loved to come here with Ted and watch the lovely, unchangeable patterns of nature-the sunset and the singing, swooping birds and the mysterious patterns of the clouds overhead. Here they could talk and dream and love one another in pure silent communication. She knew she was going to miss it all when she left for college, but she knew there was no way of altering the fate she had chosen for herself.
"Isn't it great to be young and alive," Ted was saying.
"Yes," she said softly, wondering if he would feel the same when he had been told her heart. Hands took hold of her shoulders and turned her body slowly round. She looked up into the face of the boy she had dated for the last two years. Somehow she could sense what was coming and she didn't want it to come.
"Becky," he began, "now that we're here-in our own private Garden of Eden, you might say-there's something-"
"Please, Ted," she protested, but there was no stopping him. One hand stole from its grip on her smooth sun-browned shoulder and slipped into his pocket. When it drew forth again she could see a tiny box held in his fingers.
"Here," he said with a smile. "I saw this in a store window and I thought it kinda matched your pretty blue eyes." His hand was pressing the gift upon her and she took it unwillingly. "Go ahead. Open it," he added.
She flipped up the lid and saw exactly what she had feared. A small diamond stone set in a lovely platinum ring band. "It's beautiful," she said.
"Try it on," he urged. "I bet it fits perfectly."
She forced the words from her throat. "I can't. It's beautiful, and I know it cost you a lot of money, but I can't wear it."
Ted's eyes saucered in stunned surprise. He opened his mouth to speak but could not find words.
Becky spoke hastily. 'That's why I was so anxious to see you today. I wanted to tell you that when I go away to school tomorrow, I'm going with no ties. Of any kind. I mean, I'd love to keep on being friends with you, if you like, but I won't be your girl any more." The look that came into his eyes brought her to the verge of tears, but she had to be strong, stronger than ever before.
"Why?" was all he could say, and that only after a long pause. Words crept slowly on him, and he added, "What's wrong with me?" One of his hands still lay upon her shoulder but it was limp and lifeless.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Ted," she explained. "It's just that I want something more out of life than to marry my high school boyfriend and settle down in my old home town and raise babies for the rest of my life. There's a big wide world outside of Fayetteville, and I want to see some of it before I put myself into harness. Do you understand what I mean?"
Ted's hand jerked from her shoulder and he seized with angry fingers the ring box that she was extending to him. He snapped it shut and clenched it in his fist for a moment, then whirled and tossed it into the undergrowth far away.
"You shouldn't do that," she said softly. "I'm sure they'll refund your money."
"Fuck the money!" he snarled, and she blinked in surprise. Ted had never used rough language in front of her before. Perhaps he was even angrier than she had expected him to be. But even so, it couldn't be helped. It was just as she had told him. She wanted more out of life than the boring but secure marriages and families most of her schoolmates had opted for, and if Ted couldn't see that, it was his problem. Not hers.
"Come on," she soothed. "We'll go find the ring so you can take it back to the store. You can't afford to throw away so much money."
"And my dad can't afford to send me to State University either," Ted glared. "I suppose if he could, that might make me good enough for you. Huh? Would that make me your kind of guy, Miss Fancyass?"
"Please, Ted," she protested. "It's nothing like that at all. I've told you exactly how I feel. Let's let it go at that, and part as friends. I'd still like to be your friend."
She started to move toward the bushes where she had seen the discarded ring fall, but as she passed him, incredibly strong fingers locked round her small wrist, twisting it cruelly. "Ow," she whispered, "you're hurting me! Please let go!" and she struggled vainly to escape the grasp of the boy she had just spurned.
"Now I'll tell you something," he hissed right into her face. "We've gone together for two years. And all the guys laughed at me all that time because they thought you were funny-looking and because none of them would touch you with a ten-foot pole. Do you remember how long it was before you even let me kiss you? And how long before you let me touch your tit-through your clothes, at that? Becky, I knew I wanted to marry you a long time ago, and because I wanted to marry you, I've treated you like a goddess on a pedestal.
"Now you tell me it was wasted, right from the beginning. Every flicking minute I spent with you, every fucking minute I spent thinking about you when we weren't together-all of that was wasted. Those two years I dated you I could have been going with a girl who was a girl-not with a little bitch who teased me along just so she could throw me out on my ass." His face was shoved close to hers now, and she could smell traces of hamburger and onions on his breath. Somehow that made the whole experience of his rage less bizarre, less frightening.
"I could have been going out with a girl who would let me fuck her. And would marry me too! But what did I get? I got a bitch who fucked me and then dropped me flat." He enunciated the brutal words clearly and savagely.
"Please let me go," she pleaded softly.
In reply be gave her arm a sudden jerk, bending it back, forcing her to drop to the ground on her knees. She went in fear that he would break her wrist in his anger, but even as she rested on her knees, pebbles grinding against her flesh, he was still twisting and wringing her slim arm. Becky found herself dropping further, lying on her side.
He squatted beside her now, and as he clung ruthlessly to her aching wrist, his other hand snaked out to cup her trembling little breast. She shivered at his touch. He felt her roughly, kneading in his grip the pliant flesh as he had never done before on those occasions when she had let him take hold of her demure tit.
"Do you know how many nights I used to neck with you, and then go home with aching balls-aching because I wanted to fuck you so bad I could even taste your hairy cunt on my lips-aching because I knew you were a good girl and because I respected you and wanted to marry you? Do you know how many nights?"
He squeezed her wrist, but she was nearly numb there by this time, and only a tiny, pathetic little moan slipped from her lips. Her breast seemed to be engorging in his grip, and she could hear her heart beating as loud as a jackhammer in her ears.
Suddenly Ted forced her onto her back. She lay as he molded her, knees up, face red because the hem of her short skirt was riding high and laying open to his view of her pink-pantied crotch. Becky wished she could reach down and pull the immodest hem of her garment to more respectable lengths. His angry hands without warning abandoned their grip upon her upper body and seized the tail of her skirt, jerking it even higher.
"Please," she whispered again, blushing purple at the exposure of her thighs and their junction. He slipped fingers into the elastic waistband of her now fully exposed panties and started to slip them down. Her hands were free and she reached instinctively to push his away. In reply he struck her face with his open palm, a stinging blow that made her ears ring, left her cheek tingling, hung her mouth open in shock. Her hands clutched the spot he had assailed and the sky grew red before her stricken eyes.
Becky lay moaning softly now, unable to believe that Ted-faithful, steady old Ted-had actually hit her even more unable to believe that right now he was completing the task of peeling off her panties. Her thighs moved of their own accord in reaction to her denuding, trying to come together and cover the secrets of her cunt. But he was between her legs, and the anguished flailing as they sought to shield her only served to lay even barer the twitching, opening and closing lips of her very pussy.
Ted's hands clutched the bottom of her blouse, jerked it from the rolled-up skirt's top, and pulled it up her trembling body, hauling it above the dainty swell of her bra-covered titties. She felt his hands clutch the pretty mounds, grinding the tender flesh. A low sigh escaped her lips, the sigh of helpless despair, and then his fingers slipped into the front of her bra, ripping viciously. The cotton yielded and tore, and she knew then that the cups were being thrust aside and her pink-tipped treasures lay exposed to his gaze. Her nipples knew his probing finger-tipped exploration, and she winced as they were teased and squeezed.
"Ted," she pleaded, "please stop. Don't do this to me," but her words made no impression upon him, and he took her breasts in hand, marveled that they were created in exactly the right shape and size for his palms to cup and enclose, and he played with them joyously.
A smile transformed his face from anger to delight, and he said to her in a light-hearted tone that made her think of the happy childish fun they had once shared, "If you scream, I'll kill you!"
Despair overcame her and she sank upon her back like one dead. She made no resistance as he bent his head and sucked her nipples between his lips, biting viciously yet playfully at the mounds of pectoral tissue that supported her points. Her pubic floss, golden and silky, rubbed against the front of his trousers, and in awed wonderment she felt the growing surge of hard flesh inside his pants.
Suddenly Ted stood up, and she watched bewildered as he tore off his trousers. The fabric of his undershorts ballooned out from the presence of the stiffened cock inside, and she found herself bug-eyed in amazement as she watched him remove his underwear, laying open for her inspection the first erect male prick she had ever seen. Ted stroked appreciatively the stiff cock, teased at its purple head. Becky could see a tiny drop of moisture oozing out from the slot at the point of his dick and she wondered what it might be.
Then he was kneeling between her still-spread legs once more, spreading them wider, fingers still rubbing the arrow-tipped organ that rose defiantly from his thigh juncture. Fingers stole to the lips of Becky's pussy, teased open her labia slyly, and she gasped to find that her hips were reacting to his touch by quivering heaves. She looked down across her poor, bared breasts, across her peach-fuzzed lower belly, and was aghast to note that her pelvis was beginning to rise and fall rhythmically. Nor could she ignore the fact that a strange moistness was starting to make itself apparent deep inside her young twat. Her legs were drawing back at the knees, and all this with no effort at all on her part. It was as if she had suddenly discovered a stranger living inside her own body, a stranger who had just jumped into control of that body and was using it for her own ends.
Ted crouched above her, his face glaring down at hers, and she could see the frighteningly hard shaft of his peter jutting forth. He nudged his thighs against hers, forcing her more and more open, and she knew that her labia were spreading. His hand took hold of his prick and guided it to the mouth of her pussy. It was all so curious that she didn't prepare herself for his inevitable intrusion. The face that loomed over hers was not the open, cheerful countenance of the boy she had known so long-it was the visage of another person entirely now, and she studied it carefully, looking for some familiar quality in the person brutalizing her now that might tie together the strangeness of this moment with the experiences of her past life.
And Becky's mouth jerked open in shock and a shrill scream passed her lips as she felt a fire exploding in her loins. "Oh, Jesus!" she trembled as the head of Ted's cock slipped inside the entrance to her vaginal mysteries. He was enormous, intruding, splitting her apart, tearing her very soul to shreds. She went stiff in protest at this outrageous attack, and the penetrating force stopped dead.
Ted grunted and shoved his dick harder, trying to make it drive further into Becky's resisting pussy. But her eyes were shut and her teeth locked in a grip that would have sundered a ten penny nail, and pain glowed from every line of her face. Her cunt muscles were tightened in fearful opposition, and try as he could, he could not force his prick into her another fraction of an inch.
But the head still remained inside her, and the pain was indescribable. She was afire internally, agony spreading across her body from the lips of her violated orifice, and squeeze as she might, she could not force the cruel presence from her.
"Loosen up, goddamn it!" Ted shrilled into her uncomprehending ear, but she made no move to follow his instructions. She lay braced in protest, her hips tense, the friction of his dry rod inside her only slightly moist hole agonizingly unbearable. Ted raised a hand and slapped her again, this time very hard, and her muscular control slipped away with the shock. Before she could regain her command of her body, the thrust of his cock had driven him into her to the very hilt. His belly smacked against hers, pubic hair rubbing pubic hair. A small gasp escaped her lips, and then her every internal organ seemed to collapse at once. She could neither speak nor breathe nor move.
His belly pulled away from hers then, and amazing relief came to her. She felt the length of his cock sliding back up her cuntal canal, further, further, till it was nearly out of her, only the head of his savage peter still inside her, and she prayed to whatever gods there were that he was going to take it out and let her get dressed and drive her home. And before she had been able to congratulate herself on this escape, Ted slammed back into her, this time hard, hard, hard, ripping her, she was sure, to bloody shreds from his size and force. Her vaginal barrel was screaming too, and every nerve in her body was a fiery tissue of pain, sending a message to her brain that spelled shock and excruciating misery.
Becky screamed aloud, knowing that death was only seconds away, whether from his strangling hands or his ripping prick, and she knew that not even her dying would prevent him from working his foul designs upon her. The tempo of his cock-jabbing increased steadily, and she felt his belly pounding against hers on each thrust.
Almost before she knew it, however, she realized that she was not going to die-that her pussy was not torn asunder-that indeed, her hips were playing their own counterpoint melody to his furious fucking. Her vagina, already fitting his penis like second skin, sought to tighten itself round his driving length, as if the closeness of the fit already were not enough to kill her. As he stabbed her again and again she was beginning to contribute her own exertions to the operations, surprised to find that once the initial pain bad been absorbed, there was a strange new quality, almost pleasant, to this experience. His cock head slid deeper and deeper into her canal, and as his thrusts continued she felt less and less pain, aware that her cunt was lubricating itself as he penetrated it, giving him a smoother road for travel on every stroke. Even so, she felt that the deepening lunges must soon burst her belly, puncture her heart, fill her lungs with savage peter. But she made no effort to expel him from her body. Her hands flailed out and she clutched the ground on which she lay, her hips pumping with his, her heels tightly set on the ground and braced against the cheeks of her ass.
Then she felt him grow to gargantuan proportions inside her, and liquid fire exploded in her belly. Ted thrust hard, one, two, three times, each jerk accompanied by a fresh squirt of boiling lava deep inside her, and she could hear the squish of his come as his cock thrust through it to deliver each fresh new gush of cream. When be had emptied himself at last and pulled his cock from her tight hole, a river of his juice, sticky, creamy white, boiling hot, flowed out of her as if in pursuit of the one who had left it there. Her entire crotch was soaked from her own lubrication juices and from the jism he had spilled inside her, and her belly heaved and jerked as it found itself once more unfilled by his hard shaft.
Ted breathed heavily as he climbed once more to his feet, and she watched curiously as his cock began to wilt before her very eyes. It was covered in the cream it had spilt, and he wiped it dry on his shorts before putting on his trousers. The undershorts were so wet from the excess juice he wiped on them that he tossed them into some weeds with a grimace. Then, clad in his pants, he dropped to his knee and shook a finger at Becky.
His hand swooped down to wipe off some of the cream and girl juice that drenched her genitals.
"Look at that," he sneered. "You rotten bitch!" He thrust his hand into her face. "All that time you put me off and you weren't even cherry. Who copped your maidenhead, anyway?"
She stared at him uncomprehending. "I don't understand."
"Who busted your cherry?" he yelled. "Who else have you been fucking?"
"Nobody," she whispered. "I never fucked anybody before." My God, she thought. Had she actually said the word "fuck"?
"You lying cunt!" he hissed, and she thought for a moment he was going to hit her again. "If you were a virgin, you'd have bled like a hog when I stuck you. Look here, Becky, I'm not as fucking dumb as you seem to think I am."
She looked at him with eyes that suddenly understood. "My hymen broke when I was eleven," she replied softly. "I was climbing a fence on my grandfather's farm and all of a sudden my crotch was bleeding. My mother made the doctor write out a certificate for me stating what had happened. I think it's still at the house somewhere."
"Are you telling me that you never fucked anybody else?" he asked, wide-eyed now, his body close to hers lest he miss a word of her anxiously awaited reply.
"That's what I told you," she said absently.
"Oh, God," Ted whispered, throwing his arms round the girl. "Oh, God, I'm sorry! Becky, I don't know what came over me. But don't you see-I love you so much I couldn't let you go without fighting for you. Please-we'll find the ring, and you'll wear it when you go off to school tomorrow, and I'll come up and visit whenever I can, and we'll get married-anytime you want. Okay?" He smiled hopefully.
Becky slid from his grasp and got to her feet. Her blouse still rode above the tops of her breasts, and she reluctantly threw aside the bra Ted had ripped. It was just too torn-up to be any use. She picked up her panties and slipped into them before pulling down her yanked-up skirt. I'll just have to avoid Mom when I get home, she thought, because she'll wonder why I left wearing my brassiere and came home without it.
Ted arose and helped her smooth down wrinkles in her clothing. His hand stroked sorrowfully the still-red traces of his slaps. "Okay?" he asked again. "Is that how it's gonna be, honey? Jesus, Becky, I love you."
"I told you once before," she said forcefully. "When I go to State, I'm going as a free woman." He stared blankly. "And the fact that you have just raped me doesn't make me want you a bit more than I did when we were talking about this before. Now come on. We'll find that ring so you can return it and get your money back. Then I think you'd better take me home. I have some getting ready to do before tomorrow."
He dropped his hands in despair. Her voice cut him like a stiletto when she added, "And I don't think I even want to be friends with you from now on, Ted. You should be evened up for all those years you think you wasted on me, so when you take me home, I'd appreciate it if you just got the hell out of my life and stayed out of it-forever!"