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With a spam-inspired story contest in progress, I figured this would be a
good excuse to repost my little story about spam.  To blow my own trumpet,
so to speak, Celeste gave this 9,9,9 and LadyCyrrh gave it A+.

There is no message hidden in this story.  If you can see one, then you
placed it there, not me.

And if you're under 18, don't read this.


HotTeenSex
==========

by Johnny D.  (JohnnyD@cryogen.com)


Paul's modem buzzed in the corner, its harsh tones smothering the soft
sound of hand on penis as Netscape's newsreader downloaded the next
article.  Slowly, the picture slid downwards on the screen; blonde hair.
Blue eyes.  Luscious red lips.  Below, an umblemished neck leading to
shoulders held broad, unashamedly showing off her more than ample
breasts.  Paul stroked his cock as he gazed upon her, taking in all the
details.  The suggestive glint in the eye, the slightly parted lips.  And,
of course, the breasts; somewhat buoyant yet slightly under the power of
gravity.  He peered critically at the flesh along her rib-cage, and then
at her thorax.

Too old?

Too old.

He clicked on the next article and the blond disappeared beneath an
avalanche of grey pixels.  A new picture started to form; a tanned woman,
somewhere in her twenties, with dark hair neatly framing a round face.
Her breasts were modest, her nipples little more than a raising of flesh.

An oriental.  Orientals didn't do much for Paul, so he called up the
following article.

This one was much more to his taste; a young woman with hair on the verge
between red and auburn, her eyes sparkling, her face graced with a wide
smile.  Her hands up behind her head, thrusting forward the substantial
breasts that hung on her chest.  This picture was fuller-length, short-
clipped pubic hair clearly visible even though the bulk of her equipment
was out of sight.

'Yeeesssssss, much better.  Come on, baby, you need it bad and I got just
the cock to do you with.  I'll do you really hard, just the way you like
it.  But first, baby, just take those tits and wrap them around my meat.
Ooaaaahhh, yes.  That's right; squeeze my cock between your titties and
suck on the head like that oh YEAH!'

Paul's masturbations increased, his fist pumping rhythmically up and down
and his fingers running over his lower head in circular motions.  He felt
his cock grow to it's full seven inches and strain upwards, almost as if
it wanted to be free of his skin altogether.

He groaned but managed to free a hand from his genitals to call up the
next picture.

The image was of a nubile girl, her hair bleached somewhere between red
and golden, her face relaxed and eyes closed in gentle concentration as
she used her hands to push together her near-spherical breasts.  She lay
on a bed, her legs slightly parted, the lips of her shaved pussy clearly
displayed.

Paul peered closer, his hands working so fast he risked damaging his
wrist.  He could see how her titty-flesh bucked to accomodate her fingers,
how her nipples almost but not quite touched.  Her stomach was flat, her
legs shapely and made to be wrapped around a man, whilst her cunt just
begged to be penetrated.

'That's right, beg me for it.  Beg me.  More.  You want this, you bitch,
you really want my meaty COCK up you don't you.  You whore.  You fuck-
machine.  I'm gonna FUCK you so hard my cum is gonna boil outta your
ears.  Get ready, whore, cause my COCK is goin inta you NOW.  Oh yes!'

Paul could feel the cum starting to froth up from his balls now, urged on
by the continual ministrations of his hand.  It was with trembling fingers
that he called up the next article...

It was a text message, only a few lines long.  Paul read it quickly:

   From: suzy@fill.my.holes.com
   Subject: I WANNA FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

   Hi, my name is Suzy and my boyfriends only got a teeny
   four-inch weeny so I need real men to keep me happy.  Please
   call 1-800-FUCKMENOW and satisfy me!

Phone sex.  Paul had tried that once; he got some dame with a cold croaking
about lingerie, and that was a real turn-off.  And now, when he was so
close,
to have that memory thrust to the forefront of his mind was an equal turn-
off.
He felt is cock relax in his hand, his sperm settle back into its placid
state.

Sigh.  Next Article.

It was an image, but apallingly bad quality; grainy and blocky.  It took
Paul a few moments to work out that it was two women sixty-nining on a
couch, but even then he wasn't totally sure.

He was sure his cock had shrunk by at least half an inch now.  He turned
to the next article in a hurry.

Another text message; he almost skipped past it, but for some reason he
skimmed through it.  That caught his interest, so he read it again, more
carefully...

   From: sexy.babe@teen.whores.sex
   Subject: HotTeenSex
 
   Want to see the best teen sex movies on your PC?  Come to
   Teen-Whores-R-Us at http://teen.whores.sex.  Only the best!
   No AVI or MPEG shit!  Free samples!

Teen sex movies?

Actual moving images of teens having sex?  Wow...  this Paul had to see.
He clicked on the URL...

The page came up quickly, much to his surprise.  Text interlaced with
graphics.  A small nude tiled on the background.  Frames.  A menu.

'Ok, no, don't want to join.  Not interested in their CD-ROMS, or their
special offers.  Ah, free samples.

'No, I asked for free samples, not information on how to join.  Ah, here's
a likely-looking link at the bottom.

'No, I don't want to know how to join, I'm looking for the free samples.
I don't fucking care if you can spread payments over a four-month period -
WHERE ARE THE FUCKING FREE SAMPLES?!???

'Behind this tiny link maybe - ah, yes.  Three samples.  Let's start with
the first.

'No, I want to watch it, not download it.  Cancel that.  Hmmmm...  ah.
"These samples are stored in the high-compressed ZYX format.  Netscape
users can download a plugin to view them by clicking here."'

Paul quickly downloaded, unzipped and installed the plugin with no
trouble.  He clicked on the first sample and his modem buzzed into life -
and almost at once a sizable window appeared on the screen, and within it
images began to animate.  Great quality, downloading and displaying in
real time - Paul was amazed!

His penis was standing at full attention in anticipation of what he was
about to see.  It was not disappointed.

The scene within the window portrayed a teenager's bedroom, with a row of
cuddly toys on a shelf and a big broad Lion King duvet covering the bed.
And sitting on the bed was a girl, surely barely more than eighteen, with
long brunette hair tied back in a pony tail, wearing a plain t-shirt and
denim shorts.

>From off-camera walked a boy of about nineteen, wearing jeans and a black
shirt.  Immediately the girl stood and they kissed open-mouthed, their
lips parting yet their tongues interplaying in a dance of simulated love.
The girl lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and placing her foreleg
behind the boy.

Naturally, this stage lasted for only a few seconds before their embrace
broke.  The girl sat back on the bed, raising her arms to allow the boy to
pull off her t-shirt.  Her substantial breasts bounced into view.

'No bra.  Oh, what tits.  Oh wow...'

The boy was reaching down to manipulate these mammaries now, fondling them
quickly and roughly with exaggerated circular motions of his hands.  While
he did this her hands were busy at his belt.  Then his jeans were down,
his cock springing to attention.  The girl's lips came forward to greet
it, her tongue emerging from between her red lips to caress it.

'OOooooh, yes please...'

The girl's lips drove onwards to engulf the boy's cock, fastening around
the base and then drawing slowly backwards.  Then forwards.  Backwards...
Forwards... Backwards... Forwards...

'Ooooooooh, this is great....'

Then the girl drew back from the boy's cock, pausing only to give it one
final lick.  The boy stepped out of his trousers and started to pull off
his shirt as the window zoomed in on the girl.  She was unbuttoning her
shorts.  Then she was easing them down her legs.  Beneath, she wore no
panties.

Paul's hand quickened on his cock when he saw her hairless pussy lips.
This was wonderful, incredible, unlike anything he had ever seen.  As far
removed from his previous pervings over mere static images as Windows was
from DOS.

On the screen now the boy was lying naked on the bed, his erect cock
clearly standing at 90 degrees with the viewpoint between his feet.  The
girl, now also naked, was kneeling over the boy's cock.  Slowly, gently,
she began to lower herself downwards.  The tip of his cock touched her
lower lips.

'Ooooh, yes.' thought Paul, feeling his cum prepare for expulsion as he
kept up his frantic hand movements.  'Do her, fuck her hard, fill her cunt
with your spurted cum!'

The girl continued to lower her pussy; slowly impaling herself upon the
boy's vertical pole.  When she was fully impaled, she started to lift
herself a little, then dropped herself back entirely onto the cock.
Up...  Down...  Picking up speed...  Up... Down... Up.. Down.. Up Down Up
Down Up Down

'OOooooooooooooooh!'

As the boy and the girl gyrated at an increasingly rapid pace, Paul threw
his gaze to the heavens and felt his cum flood up his penis.


BANG!


He didn't ejaculate; his modem exploded.

"NOOOooooooooo!" screamed Paul, as he felt his penis abort its long-
awaited ejaculation.


Knock-knock.  "Paul?  Are you ok?" shouted Wendy, leaning close to her
brother's door.  She knew better than to enter, but was concerned about
the loud noises she had heard.

After a few moments, he opened the door and poked his head out.  He looked
a little haggard, but his eyes were open wide.  Almost too wide...  "Yeah,
I'm ok." he said.

"I heard noises..."

"Yeah, my modem exploded.  It's ok, it didn't catch fire."  Paul started
at his sister pointedly.  "Was there anything else?"

"Oh, erhh-no, sorry.  Byebye." said Wendy quickly, before she turned and
made for the stairs.


Paul watched his sister walk away, noticing for the first time that she
was wearing her old denim shorts and a plain t-shirt.  Her dark hair,
which was usually braided, hung over her shoulder in a simple pony tail.
She obviously wasn't going anywhere special.

She was wearing the same clothes as the woman in that movie...

In fact, they didn't look all that dissimilar.  They obviously weren't the
same person, of course, but there was a certain resemblance...  The
implications hit Paul like a thunderbolt.

His sister, his twin sister, was a woman now.

Just like the women he had been looking at earlier.

His cock stormed to another erection as blood flooded it and Paul darted
for Wendy.


He reached her before she reached the stairs, crushing her face-first
against a wall with his bulk.  He kissed her ear, nuzzling at it from
behind.

Wendy screamed.

Paul pushed his hands around her, ripped open the buttons of her pants,
and pulled them down.  She wore no panties.  He unzipped his flies and
freed his penis, which jumped up wildly.  He pushed it forwards and felt
it touch his sister's lower lips.

'Oooouuuuuaaahhh!' he thought 'Oh, YEAH, I feel like I'm gonna cum right
now!'

He prepared for another thrust, to penetrate his first pussy-

But Wendy had managed to free an arm and swung her elbow at him.  She
caught her brother in the middrift; he fell away from her, winded.  She
pulled her pants from around her ankles and fled sobbing down the stairs.

Paul struggled to recover his breath.  His sister...  fled...  sobbing?
Oh Lord, what had he done?  What HAD he DONE!

He ran after her, calling her name: "Wendy!  Wendy!  Wait, please wait,
I'm sorry!"

But he was too late.  The front door flapped open, and when he looked out
Wendy was nowhere to be seen.

However, another girl was.  He recognised her only vaguely; she had lovely
long locks of golden-blonde hair, with breasts clearly defined through her
t-shirt.  The jeans that encased her legs looked SO tight.

His still-unsatisfied cock throbbed back to life at the very sight.

Paul watched as she turned from her path along this road and began to walk
down an alley that ran beside his house.

'Nobody much uses that alley...' he thought.  Then he ran after her.


She started to run as she heard him race up behind her, but it was too
late by then.  Far too late.  With momentum on his side Paul threw them
both to the ground.

She tried to speak, but Paul covered her mouth and whispered: "Stay quiet
and you won't get hurt, you bitch."  Then he flipped her over, sat astride
her chest, unzipped his pants and forced his yearning cock between her
lips.

'Ooooohhh, yessss....' he groaned as his cockhead slipped into her
resisting mouth.  At first he contented himself with stimulating his glans
against her lipstick-laden lips, but then he thrust deeper, navigating her
teeth and pushing on and on until his cock banged into the back of her
throat.  The girl gagged.

Paul felt as though his cock was about to burst his skin; so tense it was
almost painful yet excruciatingly pleasurable...  a world better than his
bedroom masturbations.  He picked up his pace, really fucking the girl's
gob now, and began to murmur to her.  "Ohhh, you whore, you lovely fuck
whore, you...  you fuck machine, you.  My cock is gonna explode any
minute; YOU'RE gonna make my cock EXPLODE its cum into YOUR mouth.  You-"

Just a minute.

He had a whole woman's body open to him, and he was just gonna fuck her
MOUTH?

No way.

He pulled out quickly; his straining cock was moist with her saliva and
his own pre-cum.  He could really feel it protest at being denied release
yet again.

But it wouldn't be long now.

The girl's jeans were very tight, and he quickly found that this was a
problem.  Using one hand to hold her in place, he had to settle for easing
them down a few inches at a time before he could finally pull them off.
Underneath she had worn panties, but in his frantic state he tore these
off with barely a thought.

He dimly noticed that her genitals were lightly furred before kicking her
legs open, positioning his cock at her dry opening, and thrusting within.

"Urrrghhh!"  He penetrated a woman for the first time.  Her dryness made
it a little painful for his engorged cock but in his extreme state of
stimulation sensations of pain and pleasure weren't all that different.
He unexpectedly felt his cock come into contact with a wall of flesh.
Surely this wasn't the limits of a female vagina?  No, he realised with a
start, this girl was a virgin.  He thrust again, harder, and tore through
the girl's hymem.  She was screaming again now, almost continually.

But Paul took no notice, and began to piston his fuck-pole in and out of
the girl's violated orifice.  Faster and faster.  Deeper and deeper.  "Oh
yes, you fucking fucking fuck-machine, you're so tight." he groaned.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, do you need a good hard fucking!  Urrrhh!  Urrhh!
Uuuurrrrrrrhhh!"

Barely had his number of strokes reached double figures when he felt his
cock finally start to expel his thick jism.  At last.  But this time not
over his hand; this time into the cunt of a beautiful young woman.

He felt spurt after spurt of his love cream shoot into her; it was as if
floodgates had opened within him.  It was quite unlike the two or three
squirts he would generate with his hands and his images - he had never
known that he could produce so much.  By the time the flow had finally
stemmed and his exhausted cock had softened he was sure he must have
generated a half pint of cum.


Paul stood up, the after-glow of his long-awaited orgasm still surrounding
him, making every movement feel cushioned, all soft and fluffy.  He pulled
up his pants, zipping the zipper over his no-longer-virgin cock, and
smiled a smile of satisfaction.

He looked down, and saw the girl lying there, bruised and sobbing, begging
him not to hurt her, a red-white fluid dripping from her strained cunt.

Paul's after-glow dissipated.  "Oh My God." he whispered, his face pale.
"What have I DONE?"



Copyright Notice
================

This story is copyright to the artist known as Johnny D.; the fact that it
is posted to a usenet newsgroup should in no way be construed as a
relinquishment of this copyright.

The author hereby grants the reader permission to read and privately store
this story, and to redistribute it in any not-for-profit manner (e.g.
newsgroup reposting, archiving on a freely-accessible website...) SO LONG
AS it is distributed in unmodified form, and includes the acknowledgement
of my authorship AND this notice.

I think that covers everything.  Hey!  I've always wanted to write one of
those...







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