John Kellerman
Teaser in torment

CHAPTER ONE

"Aw, come on, Robyn," Barry whined.

He was a little wiped out from the beer he'd been putting down. He pushed me down the hall towards a bedroom. I could hear giggles from an occupied room as we passed.

"I… I'd rather stay with the other kids if you don't mind."

"Shit, almost everybody else is in a bedroom… or hunting for one."

Barry laughed and spilled some of his beer on the rug. He kissed me then and I tasted the alcohol on his lips. He was such an easy one. I'd been driving him half-crazy all night and enjoyed every minute of it. I let him push his tongue between my teeth, tickling the underside of it with my own until he moaned and shoved his body against me. My silk dress clung to my body. Barry's hands were hot as he searched out the sharp curve of my waist and then fumbled to get under the hem.

"I'll do the touching," I whispered, grasping his wrist hard, letting him feel my nails. Barry grunted, let his hand go limp. Then I spread my fingers down the front of his pants. He was all shoved out in the crotch and the heat excited me. I could feel the shape of his cock all bent over inside his shorts. As I rubbed his dick, Barry moved his hips so that the shaft straightened, held against his belly by the elastic of his underwear.

"Jesus… let's go find a bedroom."

I shook my head. I was squeezing the long, hard snake, forcing my nails into the material of his pants.

"Robyn… you're killing me!"

I giggled and tilted my chin up so he could kiss my neck.

"Just because it's your parents' house, you think I should go to bed with you."

"Yeah."

He nuzzled wildly down my chest. I caught his head before he could push my dress apart with his tongue. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Dammit, you'll be gone tomorrow. To that dumb-ass resort with your old man…"

"So you want to get in my pants tonight so you can brag all summer to the kids how you finally broke Robyn Durant's cherry."

"Aw, shit, Robyn. I love you!"

Barry grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled my hips forward. He ground his straining cock against me. I could feel its heat through all our clothes. For an instant I was aware of what was happening to my own body. It was getting harder to ignore the shivering rushes of pleasure as Barry touched me. But I could control myself. I'd always been able to in the past. And a lot of boys had tried to fuck me. They'd been trying since I was twelve and I was eighteen now.

"God, you're beautiful!" Barry pushed me closer to the bedroom at the end of the hall. The other kids had kind of stayed away from it, knowing that Barry had ideas about using it. There was an unspoken excitement that night, everyone had sensed it. I wondered if Barry had talked about me to the other guys. About how he was going to take care of Robyn Durant, once and for all. Barry wasn't really such a bad dude. I even liked him… kind of. But he thought plenty of himself, too. He was tall and strong and blond. He had letters in every sport. The coaches thought he was hot shit. Every girl from junior high up felt the same way. But for me he was just another guy with a cock who thought he could put it inside any girl he met. And once inside, they thought they had you, the bastards!

That was because most girls were so damned wishy-washy. A guy fucked them and they freaked. It had to be true love then. I heard all that crap in the showers before gym. But it never worked out like they wanted. They didn't know the first thing about will power.

"You smell so good."

Barry pulled me inside the bedroom and closed the door. It was pretty dark. But a glimmer of light came from the bathroom. It was probably his folks' room. A touch of panic welled in my belly. Barry kicked off his shoes and reached, for my sandals. I kicked away but he pulled my ankles together and I flopped on the bed. He got the buckles loose and tossed them against, the wall. My breathing got weird all of a sudden. I had a funny thing about my feet. Maybe I was just born that way. They were more sensitive than those of a normal person. I couldn't hardly stand to walk through sand barefooted. Even a stiff carpet could make me weak in the knees. All those prickles pushing up between my toes… And now Barry was trying to kiss me there.

"Barry… don't… Ohhhhh!"

"I love your feet. They're so small and thin."

"Barry!" I kicked free somehow, Barry fell alongside me and hugged my silk-sheathed body to his. He was warm. Our hearts thumped loud in the darkened room. He took my hand and pushed it down against his crotch.

"Unzip me," he breathed, tongue wetting my earlobe.

"Why should I?"

"You look fantastic in red, you know that?" He fingered my ear. "Because your hair is so dark, I guess."

Barry was trying to get under the hem of my dress again. I didn't really want to get him too worked up… well, not so that he'd freak out or anything. A guy had done that to me once when we'd parked out by the lake. He'd threatened to commit suicide if I didn't let him screw me. I didn't let him. He survived. But the vibes had been mean.

Still and all, if I kept letting Barry get his hand under my clothes, he'd think it was some kind of conquest and push all the harder for what he really wanted. Maybe I'd have more control if I was doing the touching.

I fingered his zipper teasingly. Boy, did I know how to tease!

"Promise you'll be good."

"I promise!" Barry gasped. He stopped moving his hand but let it rest halfway up my thigh. His touch felt a little too good for me to be comfortable.

"Take your hand out from under my dress, please." I knew how to make my voice as cold as ice cubes. Barry moved his fingers down to my knee. Then I unzipped him. He fumbled his belt loose quickly. I hadn't had that in mind, but…

"Here… Jesus…" Barry was yanking the front of his shorts down, too. I'd only meant to rub his cock through the thickness of the cotton. To get his balls to aching and then take off to the kitchen for a drink or something. I'd done that to lots of guys. When their balls got to aching, they usually didn't want to do much anyway. Pet and stop. That's how I did it. Tease and lie back, tease and slow down. Oh, God, it was kind of mean, but I couldn't help but get off on seeing a guy wilt. They all thought they were so much better than girls. Big deal. They weren't shit to me.

"Come on… you're not afraid to touch it, are you?"

"Course not," I said, wrapping my fingers lightly round the base of his prick. It was hotter than I'd thought it would be. I'd only brushed a boy's cock with my palm once… by accident. But I didn't want Barry to think this was my first time. God, his cock was big! I could feel the hot, pulsing veins under my fingers. I let my palm slide upwards until the ridged part of his prick bumped against the edge of my forefinger. Barry's head fell to one side and he had a dreamy look. He moved his hips upwards, jabbing his cock through the circle of my fingers. He kept moving like that, kept pumping, fucking my hand and grunting.

I got the idea. He was on his back now, pants pulled down a little, legs spread. I knelt over him, working my fingers up and down. The rigid, hot meat swelled suddenly in my grasp. I hadn't believed it possible for it to get bigger… but it sure was!

There was enough light leaking from the bathroom for me to see it now. And my eyes were adjusted to the gloom. I could see a lot of things. The panting, slack look on Barry's face. The way his chest heaved under his shirt. But I kept staring at that strange thing that grew from his crotch. It was white and long and hot. Veins swelled out of the smooth skin all the way up to the head. And then everything changed. The tip was kind of spongy and fat. It was bigger than the rest of his prick and formed a kind of barb that throbbed bigger every time I brought my fingers up against it. It was darker, too… almost purple.

"Mmmmmmm…" he groaned. My own breathing was a little short, a little fast. I'd dated plenty, but this was the first time I'd gone this far. One of my dates had come in his pants kissing me good night. But even then we had our clothes on.

"Robyn, do it faster!"

Barry's voice sounded so… so frantic! I looked at the wrinkly sac that held his balls. It hung loose and heavy at the base of his cock. There was seed in those bulging eggs. And I knew that if I fooled around too much, it would all come spurting out. I had no desire to find out what a man's cum looked like.

It was only a few dozen steps to the bathroom. I made half of them before Barry caught me and crashed me up against the wall. His pants were down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and shoved his cock up against my dress. I could feel the heat through the thin, red silk.

"You Goddamn tease! You bitch!"

"Let me go!"

"I oughta fuck you."

"You… I hate you!" I tried to twist away, but Barry was fucking his cock up and down my silk-sheathed belly. It felt so strange! My knees trembled. I could hardly get my breath. Barry twisted one of my arms, shoved it up behind my back.

"No… owww… ohh, you're hurting me!" He pushed me into the bathroom and I saw him rummaging around on a shelf. He grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and yanked me around toward the door again. I stumbled ahead of him, helpless with my arm bent halfway up my back. He shoved me forward and my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I sprawled. Barry never let go my arm for a second. I could feel him kneeling between my legs on the bed. I whimpered with fear.

"Naw, I couldn't get away with fucking you," he said. His voice was low and mean sounding. "Even though everybody in school knows what a prick tease you are, you'd yell rape to the principal and I wouldn't get back to school next year." Barry grabbed the hem of my dress and yanked it up to my waist. I clenched the cheeks of my ass instinctively. The silk crotchband was up between my crack.

"Let me go, let me go!"

"But I know something you won't scream about," Barry laughed. "You won't tell a Goddamn soul about this." He pushed my wrist another inch higher and I whimpered with pain.

"Barry… Ohhh, God… I won't tell anybody what you tried to do!"

"Tried to do? I'm gonna do it, you bitch!"

"Ohh, God… nooooo!"

Barry's fingers closed around the elastic of my panties. I felt the silken rub of them as they slid over each plump cheek of my butt. I writhed face down on the bed, gasping with fear, wishing I'd never agreed to come to the party at Barry's house. It was awful, to feel myself being undressed and not be able to do anything to resist.

He pulled my panties down enough to get his finger between my thighs. I couldn't close my legs because he was in the way. A finger brushed across the closed, damp lips of my cunt. I shuddered as a tickle burst through my body. I flopped my hips around, trying to escape Barry's touch. But he smoothed the finger back and forth until my damp curls had slickened everything. Then the finger forced the plump swells of my cunt-lips back and I felt the touch glide along the inner pussy petals and folds.

"Some poor bastard is gonna break that someday," he growled, shoving against the red knot of my cherry. I bucked frantically, afraid that he might jab his finger through it just because be hated me so.

"Don't! Ohhhh, don't, Barry! I'm begging you!"

"I told you I wouldn't get away with it. I've got a football scholarship at stake and I'm not blowing it over some piece of pussy like you." He nabbed the glossy finger up over my clit and another shudder of pleasure made me twitch and buck. "But there's more than one way to skin a cat."

I couldn't believe what he was doing with his finger now! He moved it upwards, upwards until I could feel the glossy streak of my cunt juice across one swell of my ass. Then he shoved the finger down against my taut, hot asshole. I writhed like mad and tried to hit him with my heels. He just laughed and tickled the dry little knot of muscles until I was weak from the odd sensation.

While I lay breathless like that, Barry jerked my panties off over any feet. I heard him doing something with the lotion bottle. I was so scared couldn't have spit if I'd wanted to. I couldn't imagine anyone even joking about something like that.

Barry was trying to scare me, that was all. He was mad and he just wanted to scare me. Then I felt the cool squirt of something against the crack of my ass. I threw my hips around savagely but Barry gouged between my ass-cheeks with his thumb and spread the slick cream around.

"You won't… you wouldn't dare!"

He just laughed. He squirted more of the lotion, this time on his cock. I felt it dripping from the tip of his cock onto my butt. Then he lowered his body down. I tried to scream, but couldn't seem to find the power to make any noise at all. I was panting like crazy and Barry still had my wrist bent up almost to the nape of my neck. He was sooo heavy! His hairy belly brushed over my ass and ten I felt something, something thick and hot and slick!

"Ohhhhh, nooooo!"

My feet flailed the mattress. My small tits were flattened inside my dress, flattened against the bed as Barry pressed down onto me. Then when he knew his weight held me prisoner, he pushed both my arms out like I was being crucified. I buried my face in the bedspread and sobbed. Slowly… very slowly, Barry was pushing his lotion-drenched cock deeper between the plump, swells of my ass. He forced my thighs apart wider with his knees. Being face down on the bed made me as helpless as a kitten. And Barry knew it. He was taking his time.

"I want you to have something to remember me by…"

"This is horrible," I mumbled. Barry kissed the nape of my neck and brought his hips forward another inch. Now something very hot was touching the knotted opening to my guts. I whimpered and tried to squirm my ass out of the way but my strength was gone.

"I've wanted to see your pretty ass for a long, long time," Barry growled, shoving his thumb into the whiteness of my flesh. "It's even sweeter than I thought it'd be."

"Nooo. Ohhhhh, don't do that… don't keep pushing with your…"

"You'd better relax a little, baby," he warned, making the head of his cock bulge as he forced it against my closed asshole. I strained my hips forward and tried to damp my bung shut. But the hot squeeze of my ass-cheeks against his cock-tip only excited him more. He trembled all over and began to lick and bite at my shoulder blades. He was forcing his prick against my asshole with quick jabs. My tiny hung started to open. It hurt!

"You can have it this way," he breathed, "or you can relax and let me have it. It won't hurt so bad that way."

"I don't believe you really want to do this! It's… it's so wrong."

"That shows how screwed up you are," he snapped. "What in hell do you think you got all these holes in your body for anyhow?"

The thought of Barry's cock being poked in every orifice I possessed made me half-sick.

"It hurts… hurts bad!"

"I told you to relax."

He stopped shoving at my butt and began to lick the nape of my neck again. The rough heat of his tongue made shivers burn up and down the inside of my thighs. I didn't think I was being excited, but the fever spread down my body. My nipples poked into the mattress and the muscles around my virgin cherry convulsed with a steady rhythm. I wasn't aware when it happened, but my asshole loosened, unknotted. The slickened head of Barry's cock pushed in an inch before I realized what was happening.

"Oooohhh!" I tried to pinch my asshole closed again, but the straining muscles couldn't force his cock back out.

"I got you, baby… got you good!"

He lunged again and I felt the flared cock-tip thrust in my ass easily. The slick lotion smacked as he fucked another inch of his cock into my guts and ten another. I flopped my feet up and down helplessly as Barry continued to hold my arms out from my sides. His weight held me prisoner as he moved his hips with gentle fucking motions. I was in a state of shock. I could hardly bear to think of what was happening to me! Barry was fucking me in the ass… something so awful that I'd only heard a few whispers about it in my whole life. I'd thought it was something someone with a twisted mind had just made up. But it was happening. And to me!

Barry let go of my wrists. I balled my fists and pounded on the bed. It was all I had the strength to do.

"Jesus… this is good… you fine bitch. Your ass is better than most girls' pussies."

I didn't want to hear. I wished I could close my ears, my feelings… everything! But the slow, rubbing penetration of my butt by Barry's thick cock was setting off all sorts of reactions. It pulled the tender flesh tight around my pussy every time he fucked deep. Even though his prick wasn't inside my cunt, it seemed to sense how close he was. Frenzied jolts of pleasure tickled the skin around my swollen cunt-lips. Barry grasped the fronts of my hips with both hands and fought to get his cock deeper. I writhed under the long, hard jab of his prick in my guts.

"Hot… you're so damned hot in there!" His voice sounded funny and he was fucking faster all the time. The lotion sucked and smacked around the edges of my asshole. I wanted to die! But before I would be allowed that, I'd have to deal with the rising storm of sensations in my young body. I couldn't ignore what was happening any longer. My pussy was on fire. Floods of cunt juice dripped out from my hole and wet the bed. My nipples were like small fingers of electricity. Even the slightest movements made a friction that inflamed me even more. I hunched my hips suddenly, and was immediately ashamed. But as Barry worked his cock almost all the way into my asshole, I hunched again… and again… and again…

"You like it, you bitch!"

"Noooo! I hate it!"

"You eat it up. You needed a little ass-fucking to show you what it's all about!"

"Stop… stop doing it now! I'm going to faint!"

But I wasn't going to tell Barry that if I fainted, it would be from the strangely exquisite tingle that seemed to consume every square inch of my flesh. I gasped and bucked and pretended to be in pain. The feel of that hot, thick cock speared between the cheeks of my ass was unbelievable. It went in and out so slickly, gouged so deep into my guts!

Barry shoved a hand under my body, under my dress. His palm coveted one of my tits and he squeezed it until the nipple popped between two fingers.

"Nuhhhh," I moaned as the stormy excitement burst over my skin.

His other hand was sneaking around my belly, slipping down. A finger petted open the crack of my pussy and then, dove into the seepy heat. I choked on a cry; my body was squirming uncontrollably as Barry's cock went in my asshole to the hilt. His balls flopped heavily against the underside of my butt-cheeks. He held himself like that, plunging for every last inch. I could feel that blood-swollen prick so deep inside my guts. More butter leaked from my cunt as Barry's finger found my clit and excited it.

"Huuuuuhhhnnn!"

The tiny nubbin rose from the slick cunt folds that protected it and pushed back against Barry's touch. He flattened it back with force and my hips rocked wildly from side to side. That huge cock of his was as far inside my butt as it would go now. Barry turned his head so be could get his teeth around the back of my neck.

"Robyn," he grunted, nipping me, licking me. "Ohhh, Robyn baby… sooo good… you're sooo good!"

His body jerked and he started fucking so wildly that I thought we'd slip off onto the floor. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of my asshole and then rammed it deep again. Tingling shudders made me breathless. There was a hunger in me that I'd never felt before. It was different than just being hungry for food, different than just wanting something real bad. This hunger made me frantic to feed it. It was a tickle, an itch… something that grew and grew and never was satisfied it seemed. I ground my hips around like a crazy person as Barry's prick thrust at my sucking asshole.

"Barry… Ohhhhh… God… Goddamn!"

"Hold on, baby! I'm coming!"

"NOOO! Don't do it inside me like that!"

But I couldn't stop moving, couldn't think of anything but the frenzied tautness of my body, the devastating bunts of pleasure that seemed too intense for a person to live through and yet grew even more intense with each jab of Barry's hard cock!

Again my thoughts flashed to what was actually happening to me… I thought that was what they called it. I wanted to detach myself from everything. I wanted to pretend that this awful thing wasn't happening to me. But by now my clit was a small, swollen lump that throbbed with shooting prickles of pleasure.

"Nuhhhh!"

"Baby… Robyn!"

"Ohhh, God, nooooo!"

I guess I knew just about the exact second when Barry started to come. He made funny sounds in his throat and started jerking around real loose and crazy. I clawed the bedspread with both hands and tried to dig my knees in, tried to get away. My fever made me weak. It was a bewitched feeling… not being able to resist the lusty tickle inside my cunt. And I could hear the slick stuff smacking around between my ass-cheeks. It wasn't just hand lotion now. There was a sharp aroma in the room, too… something I'd never smelled before.

"Huunn! Ohhh, God, stop it! Please stop it!"

"I can't, Robyn… damn!" Barry was still lunging at me, spearing his cock into my asshole as deep as it would go every time he brought his powerful hips forward. The shock made my butt shiver again and again as he drove me down into the bed. And then at last I felt his twitching convulsions fade. With a groan, he pulled his long cock out of my asshole and my poor bong pinched tight again. I wanted to cry from embarrassment and shame.

"I hate you! You're worse than an animal!"

"Yeah," Barry chuckled, rolling onto his back, "guess I am."

Somehow I made it to my feet and limped to the bathroom. My butt tingled and my asshole glowed with the stretching it'd gotten. Though I wanted to deny it, my dripping pussy felt blistered and in need of caresses. How could that have happened when Barry had been doing it… the wrong way? I pulled off all my things. I was still trembling.

I leaned against the side of the tub and turned on the water. Moaning from the memory of how I'd teen used, I climbed over the edge and let the warm currents swirl up around me. When the water came level with my cunt and a wavelet washed over my swollen clit, I shuddered violently. Nothing had been done to my pussy. Dry had hardly even touched it.

But in all those years I'd never made myself come. I'd had a few close calls. It was hard resisting that kind of stuff on a Saturday morning when I could lie in the bed late. But I knew that my mother would never approve. As for my father, he lived in another world. We just wouldn't ever discuss things like that together.

It was then that I spotted the rubber hose hanging on the back of the door. It had a little fitting to slip over the spout. I grabbed it and put it on. I was breathing fast. All those thoughts about my first come on a hole… and the memory, horrible as it was, of what Barry had done… My mind was suddenly very clear. I felt eager to stir up the exhilarating sensations in my throbbing cunt.

As I held the rubber hose up and felt the hard spray hit my belly, I stopped for a moment. There was still a feeling way back in my mind somewhere that this was somehow… wrong. That if a girl got fucked and she came, that was one thing. But if she made herself come, it was against the rules. Of course neither way was really all that good. People got married in church and all, but they never talked about what happened after the marriage. I'd always thought it was like the people that were religious just ignored that part. The part that went on between the sheets when a bride took her clothes off.

But now hungry feeling was welling up in me again. I couldn't bother with morals right now! My skin tingled and my breath was hot in my throat.

"Ohhhh!" I moaned as I directed the stream over both tits and the small fingers of my nipples were blasted by the hot spray. Then I shoved the tube down under the water and held it an inch away from my out.

"Ghaaaaaa."

The feeling was so intense, so sudden that I almost passed out. I couldn't describe the way the pulsing jet bumped my tiny pinch of flesh around. I could feel more blood speeding to the engorged tissues and my cunt juice mingled freely with the bath water. I let the hot jet force against my cherry, too. It was like an invisible cock pressing gently in. But it felt best when I bobbed the hose back and forth very close to my clit. The furious shivers of passion increased in intensity. My shoulders shook and my head felt too heavy to hold up. I leaned back in the tub and fanned my toes. I was holding the hose only a tiny ways from my clit now and the heat of the water was doing naughty, wonderful things to me!

"Ohhh… ohhhhh, shit!"

It felt good to say words like that. I couldn't stop to figure out why. The big muscles in my thighs stood out from the tension. My fingers were so weak I could hardly keep hold of the hose. Then one foot accidentally brushed the hot-water faucet and the temperature of the jet went up suddenly.

It wasn't enough to hurt me or burn me. But it was a new excitement and I felt my trembling body pushed over the line between sanity and madness. I thrashed and splashed in the filling tub, my fingers working as the throes built between my thighs. That was part of it, knowing I didn't know anything really.

And this strange and mysterious force was taking over! I gasped and babbled and grabbed the little red hose with both hands to keep from dropping it. My pussy was swollen open like ripe fruit, exposing itself completely to the steamy bath. And my muscles were moving all by themselves. I could feel the big ones in my ass tightening and loosening. When they moved like that, it made my hips rock forward and backwards. It was a movement, like Barry had been making when he'd climbed on my back and pushed his big cock…

"Ohhh… feels… sooo… good!" The hose snaked out of my hand for a second and I had to thrash the water to find it. But I got it back quick and the exhilarating throbs of pleasure increased like before. Then I felt a sudden wash of frantic excitement. I couldn't stand just to spray myself. I had to dig at the throbbing folds of my cunt, too, with my other hand. I gouged along where my cherry was and along the depth of my cleft. The hot water bathed and swathed my cuntal membranes as the jet pulsed against my clit and sent me shuddering, sent me gasping into another world.

"Yuuuuuu… Ohhhhhh…"

My hips pumped violently now, sending water over the edge of the tub. I didn't care. The door was locked. I was alone with my body and my body had me in its control! I could do nothing but satisfy that terribly wonderful itch that seemed, to break out in a new place every second. Mostly the tickle was between my legs, though. And the more I scratched it, the more intense it got. Until suddenly my body bucked and folded forward and I shoved the little rubber hose up against my pussy and ground it into the slippery petals.

"Nhhhhuuuuuu! Ohhhh! Come… come!"

"Robyn? You in there?"

I opened my eyes. Had I been dozing? The water was still running through the little hose. I turned off the faucets and pulled the plug. I was drying when Barry called again.

"Yes, I'm in here. Why don't you leave me alone."

"I wanted to talk."

"You go to hell."

And that was the end of my first and fast date with Barry Williams.