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From an10176@anon.nymserver.com Sat Apr 05 19:07:48 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-chi-13.sprintlink.net!news.wyoming.com!usenet From: Plainman Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: {Plainman} New Story: VIRGIN, 16 (mf, spank teen, inc?) Organization: wyoming.com LLC Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: shaman.lycaeum.org Return-Path: Plainman X-Note: This message was forwarded by an anonymous remailing service. Please report misuse or abuse of this automated anonymous remailing service to If you want to send me mail about this story, you can be anonymous in the header by simply using your "reply" function, or by sending a message to an10176@anon.nymserver.com; you will be assigned an anonymous number for purposes of that mailing and I won't know your address, though I can reply to you. If you want your own e-mail address to appear in the header, reverse the first two letters in the above address to "na". This story has explicit sexual content, and shouldn't be read by minors. Virgin, 16 Princess: Judy honey? Sometimes I wonder if you really know what it's like to be me. Judy: Oh I'm sure I don't know THAT, Princess - but I do know you pretty well - probably better than anyone else does. Princess: So - tell me a story about me. Judy: Hmmm - I can't tell stories as well as you do, Princess - I don't have your words... Princess: It's not a competition. masochist thing, even if I don't go that way myself - let me try something on that - let's see... So, this is it - you are speaking - you are sixteen... The boy was very sweet, a little geeky, but smart and funny. We worked on the school paper together, and we had a nice friendship, based on both of us being out-of-it intellectual types. Finally he asked me out. I had my girlfriend Judy, but of course that was a big secret - and she had a boyfriend, and I wanted one too, and not JUST for the status. I had been lusting from afar after another guy, a dark, muscular, inconsiderate boy in the vocational program at school, who was known to have slept with half the bad girls in my class. But of course that one paid no attention to me. If he had by some miracle asked me out, he would have assumed I wanted to be another notch on his gun, and I would have been have wondered, probably would have said, who did I think I was. of the debate club, an inferior substitute for my fantasy man, when on our first date, swelling with entitlement, he had tried to put his hands all over me. This boy, my date tonight - he wouldn't have done anything if I hadn't slipped my hand into his in the movie. But that had emboldened him, and afterwards he had driven us to a parking spot, and we had taken off our glasses and kissed and kissed. our tongues were getting tired, I sort of slipped my body down seat. Pretty soon he was pressing one leg between mine, and didn't move away. He rubbed against me, and finally he cupped a hand around one of my breasts through my blouse. When he squeezed it gently, I wanted to feel more, so I unfastened my top two buttons and invited him inside. Now his fingers crept down under my bra and touched a bare nipple, and I felt kind of an electric connection to my lower belly, more intense from this strange hand than when I touched myself in bed at night, and different too from Judy's hand when she touched me there, more foreign somehow, him being a boy. Now I really wanted him up against me between my legs, and so I slid further under him, rubbing back against him, my legs around his thigh. After what seemed only a few seconds of this he made a couple of hard thrusts, stiffened, groaned, and then slumped and said he was sorry. I said it was OK, I liked him, he was nice, he shouldn't worry. But he was embarrassed and wouldn't really look right at me any more, and pretty soon he did drive me home - it was past time. I leaned over and kissed him before I left the car, but he was all stiff and awkward, and seemed to want me to leave. It was later than I'd told my mother I'd be home, but she didn't say anything about that when I came in. She called from her bedroom and asked me if the date had been nice, and I said it had been, and she said "that's nice, dear." She had told me started on birth control pills - "You know, sweetie, you're getting to an age when..." I had blushed and said "Oh Mom, I don't do anything like that!" and we hadn't spoken of it further. Dad on the subject, or he to me. When I visited him on weekends, he always seemed a funny mixture of glad and surprised to see me, looking up out of his books and papers with his sweet smile, and then kidding with me, and talking went to dinner together. If ever I asked him for something, he said "of course, Princess," and joked about the diamond tiara I would be getting for my next birthday. But really he DID do practically anything I asked him to do for me, so I was careful not to ask for very much, except in our little jokes about the tiara and all. I stopped to kiss Mom good night in her bed, and then went panties, and got into bed and turned out the light. My body was still tingling - my nipples were erect, little separate centers of pleasure and agitation. I thought about Judy telling me how her boyfriend had made her come by touching between her legs, swirling the moisture around it, and how in return she had gap in his underpants, and licked her hand to moisten it, and stroked him, and made him come. I pictured how she must have been, with her legs apart and skirt up, her head thrown back, and mouth wide open in passion and moaning like she does. And then her little hand on his big hard jutting cock, sliding it up and down - the way I had seen my brother do it, watching him through the bathroom keyhole. I remembered the shocking look of the big awkward appendage, and the sudden amazing eruption of the white stuff, a long spurt, and then several successively shorter ones. I pictured it on my hand and some of it on my face and in my hair. It seemed kind of gross -and kind of exciting. That had me pretty hot, and I buried my head between two pillows and concentrated on my favorite fantasy, the one that always finished me off. I was with the bad boy on the couch in a dark living room, and he was demanding and rough and aggressive with me, and I loved it, and said dirty words to him, and he grunted and thrust into me, his hairy hard-muscled body crushing me into the old couch. And then I was caught by my strict old-fashioned parents, and I knew what I had coming to me, and it happened just like that, in front of a bunch of people... As the painful, humiliating, sexy images ran through my mind, I played with my nipples, and then I turned on on my stomach and put both hands between my legs. The sheets were off at me, holding the strap in his hand. I felt my wetness through the mat of hair, and I brought the moisture around my clit, flesh behind my opening. I felt the heat and tension gather and intensify, then I hunched and clenched against my fingers, and it exploded, and spread out all through my body, to the tips of my ears and my toes, and I heard my own little groan coming as if from someone else. I left my hands there as I felt my muscles let go, and I sank down into the warmth and darkness. Darkness... Now I was coming home from a date, walking out of the farmhouse. My legs were shaking, from a combination of guilt car, and fear at what might await me inside the house. I had the best mom in the world, but she had always been strict and old-fashioned, and since she had remarried, my stepfather, a big mucky-muck at the church we attended, had made things positively medieval. about going out at night. I was required to tell them where I was going and when I would be back, and I wasn't to go anywhere else or get back any later. Well, tonight I had said I was going to the movies with Eddie, and we would stop for a soda afterwards. That would get me home by midnight, and here it was 1:30 in the morning, the latest I had ever stayed out. My only hope was that they had gone to bed early, assuming that because schedule. Or maybe, even if they caught me, they would decide I was too old for THAT, and I could get away with just being grounded for a while. had happened. I wouldn't have believed I was capable of losing control of myself that way. I'm used to being popular, being a cheerleader and looking the way I do and all... Princess: Aha, Princess dreams she's Judy. Judy: But still also Princess... ...and I had been allowed to go out on dates in cars since I turned fifteen, as long as the boys were approved and I said where I was going and came back on time. A lot of the boys tried to kiss me when we went out, and I let a few of them do it and learned how much fun it could be to kiss back, but our sessions were always short, and I never let them get beyond kissing - before Eddie. This was our fifth date, and things had been rushing along so fast I couldn't wait to see him. At the end of the last date, after we had kissed and kissed and rubbed against each other, he said he loved me, and I said I loved him. I couldn't even sleep last night thinking about what might happen tonight. started kissing half way through, and it seemed like we couldn't get enough of each others' lips. He had touched my breast through my blouse, and I had made no move to stop him, tingling between my legs. He had driven us straight from the movie to the parking spot, and pretty soon his hands were all over me, and my blouse open and my bra undone and his lips sucking on my breasts, and all I could think was "don't stop." I gave a little moan, and he slipped his hand up between my legs. I spread them apart to let him touch me where I yearned to feel him, and his hand was so good on me. We climbed over panties. I made noises that told him what felt best, and pretty exciting to have someone else do it, even if he didn't know exactly where to go or how hard. And then I came, and I lost I said, but I felt the explosion go all through me. his legs, and I stroked it through his jeans. We traded places, seat. I unzipped him and felt inside and touched it through his underpants, so big and hard. Then he unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, and I lowered his underpants for him, and felt his bare penis. I ran my hand up and down the shaft and he groaned like an animal. I wanted to make him feel everything I had felt, and I asked him what I should do. He said I should wet my hand and stroke him, so I reached to slide up and down on him. Then I spit on the other hand and used it to rub the lower part of the hard shaft. Pretty soon he tensed up and went rigid and groaned, and then the stuff came out. I was really surprised how much there was, and how far it spurted, but I caught some in my hand and used it to keep stroking him until he was finished coming. There was quite a mess, but I didn't try to clean it up - I went up and kissed him on the mouth, and he kissed me back, and we hugged and kissed some more, and he said again that he loved me. Later he got hard again, and I was still excited, and he wanted to go all the way. I had enough sense not to do that, though I sure could have. But I knew I could get pregnant, and it would have to hurt. So I was able to stop him and we got dressed and we kissed some more and talked. Then we finally out. At that, I got a little panicky, and I had him drive me back home, and I gave him a quick kiss and headed in. So here I was, and as I opened the front door and stepped inside I could see one light was on in the living room. Mom called out asking if it was me. I said it was, and came into the room, where it looked like she had fallen asleep. My stepfather wasn't there, and she said he had gone to bed, but she had stayed up to wait for me. As soon as she saw what time it was, she said I was in big trouble. Then she got up and turned on the main lights, and looked closely at me and said I was a sight, and asked me what had I been doing. I looked down and could see that my blouse was buttoned wrong, and there was a big wet spot on it. She saw it too, and came over and asked if it was what she thought it was, had I let that boy take my clothes off, had I done it with him? I said no I hadn't done it, I was still a virgin, and she seemed relieved at that. So when she questioned me about what we had done, I told her way too much. I said we had necked quite a bit, and I had let him unbutton my blouse, and he had gotten excited and had an ejaculation - I used the word from sex ed class. I said he was a nice boy and that he loved me, as if that would make it seem all right to Mom. Well, it didn't, not by a long shot - she was really shocked and angry, and told me she couldn't believe that I would disrespect myself so, and defy my parents in that way. I said "what parents, my stepfather isn't one of my parents" - which was a big mistake. She got even angrier, and said she didn't her, and he was going to hear everything - everything - and I would bear the consequences, and they would be very serious. I started to cry and begged her not to tell him, that I was afraid, that maybe he would hit me or hurt me. She said he would not "hit me," he was a decent man who had control over himself and never would strike a woman or a child in anger. But he would be very upset, and she wouldn't be at all surprised if he decided that for my own good I needed a good whipping. I cried and begged and said that I was too old for that , and that I had been a good girl, and had never been whipped, and would never do it again, and would obey them. Well, by this time I guess I'd been making enough noise to wake up my stepfather, and he came downstairs in his bathrobe and slippers. Mom told him EVERYTHING. I just couldn't believe it - I stood there, staring down at the rug, while she told him was buttoned wrong and how I got that spot on my shirt. Finally he just said "Look at me, child!" Well by this time I really felt like a child, and I looked up, and he was staring right at me with his craggy, stiff face and his big old nose and big eyebrows and dark sunken eyes, and I felt about two feet tall, and scared. "Is this all true?" he asked, and said yes it was - I didn't have any choice by this time. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked, and I tried again. But my words tumbled over each other, and didn't sound like they made any sense even to me, and finally I just ran down and stopped. have done?" he asked. I was silent for a minute, looking down, acted sorry it wouldn't happen. But there was no way. He said "This is very SERIOUS wrongdoing, and requires very SERIOUS consequences - isn't that right, Alma?" My Mom said she agreed, and I just felt totally alone. punishment. We should all go to bed, and I should think about what I had done and how wrong it was, and he and Mom would talk about what had to be done about it. Then he said that I early in the evening, when everyone could be present, my punishment would be announced and carried out. Well that told the tale, and I felt like the blood drained right out of my head and the top half of my body. The only circumstances was the one my younger sister had had once, and big thick leather belt, in front of everyone else, on the bare rear end, bent over the ottoman that went with the couch. I could see every detail in my mind's eye, and could practically screaming that time, and the terrible "WHAP, WHAP," and the awful red welts on her soft little white rear end. I couldn't help myself, I started to shake and then to cry. I could only hope against hope that he didn't mean this, but really he couldn't mean anything else, and about the only poor bottom with that terrible thick belt. Well, I cried, and I begged and pleaded a little, but he about what I had coming. I looked at Mom, but she had her arms either. So I just sniffled and whimpered like a little baby and took myself up to bed. I could hear them following me up and going into their bedroom down the hall. There was no hope I'd be going to sleep, and I wanted to hear what they would say. I guess I thought I might find out out of the whipping once she was alone with him. But I also think maybe I had a little inkling about something else, too, down in there. The fact was, I'd heard my mom and stepfather having sex. I mean, it wasn't like they didn't shut their bedroom door or something, but the fact was that door would be pretty regularly Saturday mornings, and my sister and I had crept up and listened a couple of times, and we could hear the bedsprings creaking, and little sounds from mom, and once we happened to be there to hear this big groan from our stepfather. And once down to the kitchen for a snack, I tiptoed past their door and I heard the same sounds, only this time my mom was making more noise - I heard her go "oh, oh, oh, oh" and then a long loud groan from him. Well, there was another time, and this time it was no accident I heard. The time my stepfather whipped my sister, I was very suspicious. I mean, he was this big churchgoing prude and all, and here he was making my sister take off her panties brother. I'm not saying she didn't deserve to get punished - and trying to forge her name on attendance slips, and she actually got suspended for a couple of days. And I'm not saying he couldn't spank her, if it was OK with Mom - she had spanked us all plenty of times herself when we were little. But he could have let my sister keep her underpants on. I mean, she was 14, and she had started having her period, and her breasts were pretty developed, and she had her pubic hair and all, and it just didn't seem right. Anyway, I watched him while he whipped her, and he was trying to look all sorrowful about it and stern, but I saw him sweating and I think he was excited. So after the whipping was over, and I had comforted my poor sister and rubbed some lotion on her bottom, and she had gone off to sleep, I decided to listen in and see what was happening in their bedroom. So I took the same route as before, like I was headed down to the kitchen for a snack, and kneeled by their door and listened. Well this time I really got an earful. He was grunting away louder than before - but mom wasn't making any noise at all. Pretty soon he gave that loud groan of his, and this time right after he groaned he cried out "Praise the Lord!" Well, you can see where I'm headed here. This night I go out by their door again, just like that time, and I kneel down and listen again. And I don't hear any talking about what punishment is appropriate for me, or about anything else. No, I hear the bedsprings creaking - and mom is whimpering. Actually, crack and I can hear better this time. She makes this regular little whimper, and he is breathing hard and grunting, and the springs are creaking regularly. Then she is saying "Oh - oh - oh" - and "yes" and "please" and "that's good" and "yes, yes, yes, yes" and then a long kind of low wail - and he grunts louder, and then he is grunting every time he breathes - "unh, unh, unh" - and then a loud groan and it sounds like all the air is coming out of him. And he says "praise the lord" again. And then "Ah, Alma, you're a fine woman" and she says something low I can't hear, and he says "I think we can stop it right here, if we are very severe with her." and that got him excited, and got him to to make love to my mom the whipping that I am going to get tomorrow. I don't think Mom do I know? I go back to my room, and I still can't sleep. I'm still scared, thinking about the whipping I will get, and I picture it in my mind. But besides feeling scared, I'm feeling excited, like with Eddie earlier. I imagine my stepfather with a big penis, all hard and erect, bigger than Eddie's, and he is thrusting it into my mom and I picture her, naked, all soft and round with her big breasts and big bottom and round stomach, with her fleshy thighs spread out under him, and giving her her legs into her. And mixed up with that I see the picture of myself bent over the ottoman in the living room, my bare bottom and brother to see. My brother is 13, and I imagine he will get very excited when he sees me naked like that, and his little penis will get hard, and later back in his room he'll pull on images of me getting whipped. I know what the whipping will be like, because I remember my sister's so well, and I remember it so well because - this fantasies lying in bed at night, and getting excited, and fingering myself between my legs. I picture my stepfather glaring eyes, that thick belt swinging in his hands, and I imagine his penis, all thick and hard, standing up erect in his pants as he looks down at my sister's white bottom. And then he swings the belt down, real hard, and she screams, and there is swelling and pulsing, the way I felt Eddie's swell and pulse in pulling up tight under the hard shaft. When I had felt that I later that tremendous spurt of white stuff had come out of him. my sister, his big shaft going into her wetness between her legs, and his balls pulling up, and her hand reaching down and touching them, and going through his mind like through my mind is the picture of my sister squirming, her naked bottom and thighs writhing under the lash of the belt, and losing control little tuft of pubic hair, and her cheeks coming apart and showing the crack and the little hole, and him even more excited at seeing that, and bringing the belt down on her again - this time across the back of her thighs, and she twists and squirms to try and get away from it, but she can't. And the then her begging cries - "Please, please, don't hit me again - DON'T - PLEEEEEZE" - and then the "CRACK - AAAAAAAAAAH." through my mind, and then I have the picture of his big hard penis spurting white stuff into my mom, and him groaning and crying out, almost like he is being whipped himself, and her hand cradling his balls, and her fleshy breasts and stomach and thighs all coated with sweat, and her face distorted with pleasure, and her hips lifting up to meet his thrusts. By now I am very excited, and I have rolled on my stomach, and have my hands between my legs, one of them playing with my button and the other one with two fingers going into my hole. I'm building up and getting close, and just as I can feel that I'm about to come, I'm me again instead of my mother, bent over that ottoman, my bare bottom visible to everyone, but punishing strap in his hand. he brings it down on my rear, and see the bright red stripe leaping out on my naked white skin, crossing the dark shadow of my crack. And the pain blends with the burning pleasure in my lower belly and between my legs, and the picture of my me naked, with his big erect penis plunging into me from behind, and I writhe up to meet his lustful thrusts and his angry lashes both at the same time, as the pleasure explodes through me... Princess: Wow! Judy - I wouldn't have guessed you had this in you! Judy: So - does it come close? Princess: Pretty damn good, you little pervert - you may have even supplied me with a new mind-video for home use! Judy: Well let me finish... All of a sudden you are awake, and now it is YOU again, back in your bed at home, home from the date with your geeky maniac of a stepfather to whip your tail for you. So what's a girl to do? Princess: Jill off again? friend and lover, your girlfriend Judy. Princess: In the middle of the night? That would have woken up your parents. Judy: Hey, Princess, this is a STORY - so just imagine we had what our own kids have now - a separate phone line... Princess: Yeah - wouldn't that have been great? So I call you and you answer all sleepy and foggy... Judy: And you tell me about your downer of a date, and then about your dream where you're me, or like me, and pretty soon instead of you being excited and me sleepy, we're both sleepy AND excited ... Princess: And we each play with ourselves, listening to the sounds the other one makes over the phone. the great American institution of phone sex... patent on it? Each time someone does phone sex they have to send a royalty payment to Princess and Judy, Inc. Judy: Well honey, before you turn my nice little piece of erotica into a business school problem, I say it's time to get out of the hot tub ... Princess: Nice! There was nothing nice about that - it was VILE AND DISGUSTING! ... So, sweetie, my best friend understands me! Now, it so happens I've got this comfortable bed just going to waste - can I interest my best friend ...?


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