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Love in Terror (Mf, cons, teen, preg)
Patrice was a typical orphan of the War. She had lost her parents, her home,
had little to eat, and barely any type of education. Her days were spent
walking through the shattered streets of her once beautiful city looking
for
food or a place to spend the cold November nights. At fourteen she was
already a pretty young woman, although the scars of the last six months had
clearly taken their toll. Her once beautiful reddish hair had become matted
and scraggly, her deep hazel eyes gradually taking on a dim, hazy
appearance. She had started to show signs of her blossoming womanhood, with
full delicate breasts, although the ragged pieces of clothing she wore to
keep out the cold also kept in the secrets that adolescence had bestowed
on
her. She had few friends, most had been killed by the soldiers, others
leaving with what was left of their families and possessions. She did have
one close friend however, Jupp.Jupp had known Patrice since his parents had
first moved to town from a farm
about thirty kilometers outside of town. Like Patrice, his parents had also
been killed in one of the first raids, and with no one else left to turn
to,
he and Patrice had turned to each other in order to survive. Jupp was about
the same age as Patrice, having just had his fourteenth birthday days before
the bombs started falling. Now they both lived in a burned out old building
a few blocks from their old home. Each day Jupp would go steal some bread
or fruit to feed the two as Patrice traveled about begging for coins or
whatever she could get.
At night, when the chills of the coming winter settled in on the town, they
would build a small fire in an old fireplace and eat their meager rations,
warm under a blanket they had pulled from what was left of Jupp's home.
There, laying next to each other for warmth, they would look up at the stars
through the broken old roof of the building and fall into a restless sleep.
The remainder of the story will be told by Jupp, seeing the events
as
he would see them.
I woke up about nine this morning, at least it was about nine, my father's
old pocket watch doesn't keep very good time these days. The fire was
almost out, but I managed to save it and get it going again to give us some
kind of warmth in the harsh morning air. I sat there for a minute, staring
at the flames and watching my breath form clouds as it left my mouth.
Patrice was still asleep under the blanket, curled into a tight little ball.
I sat there by the fire for a while, gnawing on a bit of bread left over
from last night... We have to get out of here. It's getting harder and
harder to find food, and the days just keep getting shorter and colder.
If
we can make it out of town, maybe we can find an old farmhouse or something
to hold up in for the winter. I could figure out a way to hunt for food
like father and I used to, and use the skins for bedding or clothes if we
have to. But we can't stay here any longer, I had heard the old men talking
down the street about how cold it was going to get over the next few months,
and without a decent roof or solid walls to protect us, we'll both freeze
to
death.
Patrice started to move around under the blanket and turned to peek out at
me. She saw the glazed look on my face and asked if something was wrong.
I
told her about my plan and that we had to get out while we still could.
She
closed her eyes for a moment and said that she didn't want to go, she was
scared to leave the town, what if there were soldiers out there? I said
that I hadn't seen a soldier for over a month, and reminded her that if we
didn't do something, we'd both freeze to death or die of starvation.
Reluctantly she agreed and put her arms and blanket around us both, for
a
long time we just sat there, scared to take the first step into the unknown.
Finally we got up, put all that we had in an old knapsack I had got off of
a
dead soldier and started walking. We had never gone more than a mile from
our neighborhood since the bombing, not that there was anything different
to
see anywhere other than destruction and death. About noon we reached the
edge of the city, the old city walls now cracked and crumbling. We stepped
out of the old city and turned south toward where my old home had been.
I
knew the country well, but a year of war and fire bombings had reduced most
of my old landmarks to dust. By nightfall we were hopelessly lost with
nothing to eat and no shelter in which to spend the night. As twilight
settled in I looked towards the setting sun and saw what looked like a
building in the distance. After asking what Patrice wanted to do, we
started for the house finally getting there as the last bits of light bled
away.
I walked around the house once, looking through cracks in the boarded up
windows for any signs of life. I knew that soldiers sometimes took shelter
in peoples houses, whether by invitation or not, so we had to be careful.
Not seeing any light I knocked on the door, more out of old habit than
anything else, and having no answer, tried the knob. To my surprise, the
door opened with a a long rusted screech of its hinges. I took a old candle
stub from the bag and lit it, peering inside. Cobwebs covered much of the
walls, most of the furniture broken or covered with debris. Patrice
followed me inside and held my arm tightly as we walked around. We found
the old bedroom, with a bath next door, the kitchen, and a stairwell leading
both up and down. Slowly we descended the stair to find an old wood burning
stove in poor condition, with a stack of wood nearby. I started a fire in
the stove and as Patrice warmed up next to it I walked to the other side
of
the room to check out a door I hadn't seen before. It was locked shut with
an old padlock. Looking around I found a piece of metal and managed to
break the rusted lock off with a few well placed blows. With a bit of
effort I pulled the door open and cast the light of the candle inside. It
looked like an old pantry with shelves everywhere and on the far wall what
looked like jars of food! Walking to the jars I picked one up and tried
to
identify its contents, There wasn't that much light so I pulled the metal
lid off and tried smelling it... Strawberries! I ran out to Patrice with
the jar and as many others as I could carry. We sat on the floor and ate
with our fingers the sweet strawberry and plum preserves I'd found. When
we
were finally full for the first time in weeks, I closed the door to the
pantry and mentioned that we had to keep our appetites under control from
now on, there wasn't enough in the room to feed us all winter, so we had
to
make it last.
The fire had been going for about an hour and a half by this time, so the
house was finally getting warm enough that we could take off our coats and
go back upstairs to look around some more. We checked all the cupboards
in
the kitchen for any supplies but found very little besides pots and some
old
tarnished silverware. Upstairs was a child's bedroom with a doll house in
the corner, but from the pictures on the walls it was obviously a teenage
girls room. Back on the main floor we checked to bathroom. The water
didn't work, of course, even if it did it would probably be undrinkable from
being in the pipes for so long. The bedroom was nice sized, with a bed that
had certainly seen better days, and a mirror with a long crack in it. In
the closet I found a box of candles on a shelf and lit one for both of us.
We were both tired by this time, and totally exhausted from the journey.
After making sure that no one else was around, and restocking the fire to
last the night, We worked on clearing off the bed, tossing the top blanket
and all of its dirt and debris. We both got into the bed, side by side,
just like back in the city, only this was certainly not some cold hard
burned floor, and for the first time in months, we fell asleep in each
others arms without being cold or scared.
I awoke the next morning with my hand on Patrice's chest. Realizing where
my
hand was I pulled it back quickly out of embarrassment. In the dim morning
light I gazed at her face and hair, my heart starting to race, for the first
time thinking of how beautiful she was. Slowly my eyes lowered to where
my
hand had been earlier and I noticed these two round bumps poking out through
her flannel shirt. "She's grown boobs!" I exclaimed to myself, with actual
surprise. I had never thought of Patrice as really being a woman, of course
, since this all started, I hadn't had much on my mind except survival.
My
dick started getting hard as I thought about all the times we had gone
swimming down in the river next to town when we were younger. Slowly, she
started moving around in her sleep, starting to wake up. Her hand brushed
against my hard-on and I jumped a bit. She opened her eyes and for a moment
we stared at each other long and tenderly, Finally she smiled and broke
the
trance saying that she hadn't slept that good in a long time. She got out
of bed and put on her coat.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I have to pee, I'll be right back."
As she left my dick really started throbbing bad. I reached down under the
covers and started stroking, needing some relief. Just as I was about to
come, Patrice walked back in and caught me. I thought I had stopped in
time, but she had apparently seen enough to perk her curiosity.
"What were you doing?" she asked in a naive voice.
"Uh, nothing," I stammered, "I just had an itch."
"Oh." she replied, and seemed to leave it at that.
We spent most of the day wandering around the house and the grounds outside.
Patrice spent most of her time upstairs in the girls bedroom, and I decided
to check out the barn. It was old and run-down like everything else around
here. The loft was half filled with hay and a giant old water trough laid
on end next to the door. Thinking a moment, I realized that neither of us
had had a bath in months so I went back to the house and checked out the
tub. Unfortunately, it had a giant crack in it from one end to the other.
There was no way it would hold water. So I decided to try to haul the old
water trough from the barn into the house. After about an hour I muscled
it
into the kitchen and sat it in the middle of the room. Satisfied with my
work I went upstairs to tell Patrice what I'd done. As I started up the
steps I heard some strange noises coming from the room she was in. I
tiptoed to the door and peeked in. Patrice was laying on the bed with a
book in one hand and her other hand down the front of her pants. What was
she doing? Remebering what happened with me this morning, I guessed that
maybe she was doing the same thing. I didn't want to embarrass her, so I
went back down the stairs and announced my presence before going back up.
I
heard her bounce off the bed and run around the room real fast. When I
walked in on her she had gotten rid of the book and had a real flushed look
on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
"What? Oh, nothing, just looking around." she responded.
"Find anything interesting?"
"Not really." she added, as she seemed to stare at my crotch.
"Well, I figured out a way to take a bath, the tub is broken, but
I
brought in a bigger one from the barn. I feel like I haven't been clean
in a
year or two so I'm going to heat some water."
"Can I use it too?" she asked.
"Sure." I thought for a moment, "but you know, in order to keep from
using to much , we'll both have to use the same water."
"Oh," she paused,"...okay, I guess."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, that's kind of naughty, don't you think?"
I thought for a moment, "We used to swim in the river together in
the
nude all the time, but if you're embarrassed..."
"No wait," she said, " I guess I really don't mind."
My dick started getting hard again, "Okay, lets get some water heating on
the
stove downstairs, we'll have to melt snow, the pump outside doesn't seem
to
work."
We grabbed buckets of snow and brought them in next to the fireplace. Most
of them we just let melt while we heated up four or five on the top of the
stove. The cold water went in first, then the hot to kind of even things
out to the right temperature. Then came the moment of truth, I got
undressed real quick and hopped in before she could notice my dick swelling
up again.
"I'm going to go dig up some soap." she said as she started for the
bathroom.
I sat there for a few minutes wondering where she was when she peeked around
the door and slowly came out into the light in nothing but her birthday
suit. Her breasts were much bigger that I had thought, full and beautiful
with large pink nipples sticking out with little points. Her pubic hair
was
as red as the hair on her head, but matted and dirty, just like everything
else. She walked toward the bathtub and looked in at me. I saw her staring
at my penis sticking up out of the water so I quickly tried to cover it up.
She looked at me in the eyes and sat down in the water next to me. Slowly
we bent toward each other and our lips touched briefly. Then again, but
this time a long deep kiss. I put my hand around her and pulled her toward
me, her breasts, large for her age I thought, mashing against my chest.
We
soaked like that for a long time, until finally I picked up the wash rag
and
started to run it over her beautiful body. Starting first on the face, the
soap gently removing a month's worth of grit. We kept on kissing as I moved
the rag down to her breasts. It was the first time I had ever actually
touched a woman, and even through the cloth, it felt wonderful. I slowly
massaged and washed her tits, tracing the nipples with my finger and then
around underneath the folds of her cleavage. She started making soft
gasping noises and moaning every now and then. I moved on down to her pussy
and made her sit with her ass on my legs so that I could see better. The
water had soaked her thick red bush down into a mat of fire. I soaped up
the rag again and began rubbing around her pussy with small round strokes.
Patrice's moaning increased dramatically and she let one leg slide back into
the water leaving me a clear view of what was between them. I had never
even known that girls had anything like this (I didn't get much sex
education in my family). I took my finger and traced the folds of skin
until I found this little bump right at the top, I gently touched it and
Patrice howled and grabbed onto my rock hard dick with her right hand.
As
aroused as I already was, I almost came at the mere touch of her hand on
my
penis. I kept tracing the folds until I realized that there was a hole
underneath of them. I took one finger and slowly pressed it into the hole.
It was so warm and soft that I pushed in farther until finally Patrice
started screaming and grabbing harder on my dick. I thought I might be
hurting her so I started to pull out when suddenly I felt the hole tighten
up around my finger and start pulsing and squeezing . The sensation of
Patrice rubbing my penis plus the outrageous new sensations of a woman
having an orgasm in my arms sent me over the edge as well, making me come
all over my stomach.
We collapsed in each other's arms and held each other tightly. We looked
at
each other and met in a long deep kiss. After a few minutes we came back
to
reality and noticed that there was a hole in the tub. The water was down
around our navels and dropping rapidly so I suggested that we should
probably get out and wash our clothes in the remaining hot water and then
hang them up overnight to dry by the fire. Patrice aggreed so we got out
of
the tub, helped dry each other off, and quickly washed our clothes with the
remaining hot water. Even with the stove roaring downstairs it was kind
of
chilly walking around in the nude so when we got done Imentioned that the
bed was probably a lot warmer. Taking the hint, Patrice took me by the hand
and pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.
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THIS IS PART TWO OF MY LOVE IN TERROR STORY. ANY RESPONSES GOOD OR BAD ARE
APPRECIATED AS WELL AS ANY IDEAS AS FAR AS WHERE YOU MIGHT LIKE TO SEE THE
STORY GO FROM HERE. THE THIRD CHAPTER IS IN THE WORKS AND IF THERE IS ENOUGH
RESPONSE I'LL POST IT SOONER OR LATER. BY THE WAY, IF THIS SPAWNS ANOTHER
HAIR COLOR DEBATE LIKE MY FIRST CHAPTER DID, I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE MY OWN
FANTASIES AND I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THEM.
LOVE IN TERROR
CHAPTER 2
Patrice and I hopped under the covers, cringing at the coolness of the fabric
around us. I pulled her close with her head resting on my shoulder and
layed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
For a while we just stayed that way, own arms entangled and lost in a sea
of
gentle relaxation. Patrice shifted position a bit and I slowly ran my
fingers through her hair. Somehow it was already dry, it had a luster the
type of sun dancing on a pile of diamonds, and a texture of the softest
velvet. I leaned over and buried my face in this field of beauty and
breathed it all in. Even without perfume she had a certain exotic smell
that added to my arousal.
She turned again and peered into my eyes, her face giving off a gentle
radience. I realized for the first time what was happening to us. We were
falling in love and didn't even know what to do. I figured that maybe it
was time to break our trance.
"Patrice... I love you. You're more beautiful than anything I've
ever
seen
in my life."
She looked at me a minute and responded, "I love you Jupp, and you're the
most
beautiful man I've ever met... I've wanted to tell you that for a long
time... But I didn't think you'd understand."
"Why wouldn't I understand?"
"I didn't think I was very good looking."
"Maybe when I first met you," I smiled as I put a hand on her breast, "but
you've grown up quite a bit since then."
She grinned and ran her hand down my stomach, "So have you... You know,
I've
wondered for a long time what you looked like under those baggy clothes...
Could I, look at it?"
"Look at what?" I asked teasing.
"You know," she blushed, "your floppy thing."
"My what?" I said, not letting her off that easy.
She looked at me and whispered, "Your penis."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, "I suppose, but only if I can do the same to you
later."
She smiled, "All right."
I reached around and pulled down the covers to my knees, my half hard penis
bobbing up in front of Patrice's eyes. She just stared for a minute then
placed a hand around its base and flicked it from side to side letting out
a
little giggle in the process. She glanced up at my face and returned to
work as she tried to wrap her hand around it and gently squeezed. Her
fingers barely able to wrap around it. At first she just kept swiveling
it
around, but as it finally reached full mast she began sliding her hand up
and down. My uncircumsized foreskin streaching against the shaft as she
moved it.
"Make it spurt like you did in the tub, " she commanded.
"I don't control that..." I mentioned, "you do."
She looked puzzled, "How?"
"You've got the right idea," I said, "just keep going and be
prepared."
She started stroking again as a drop of semen emerged at the tip. After
looking at it for a moment she leaned forward and timidly licked it off.
In
an instant the feeling of her lips on my penis made me loose control and
without warning her I started shooting my load all over her face and chest.
She drew back with a startled look on her face and turned to me with my come
dripping down one cheek.
She laughed, "You could have at least warned me, but actually that was kind
of
fun... kind of salty too."
We both laughed for a moment as she turned back to my melting manhood and
without warning sucked it into her mouth. Quickly my penis returned to full
height as she ran her tounge all over it inside her mouth. I looked down
to
see what she was doing and saw her trying futally to slide all the way down
to the base of my shaft but kept stopping with about two inches to spare.
My brown hair brushed against her nose and made her flinch a bit, wrinkling
her nose and forhead but went on with her project. I was in extasy, I had
never felt anything this good before, and didn't imagine anything that could
top it. After a few minutes she quickened her action and once again I
orgasmed but this time, even after I warned her, Patrice didn't try to get
out of the way, instead she actually let me come in her mouth , and just
sat
there until I had stopped spasming. She pulled off of me, drops of my sperm
dripping from the corners of her mouth. She looked at me with a confused
look in her eyes as if to say, "now what? Help me!" Not knowing what to
do
she made a little swallow and then another until she finally opened her
mouth to speak.
"That was different."
I pushed her onto her her back and quickly said, "Now it's my turn!"
Coyly she looked at me and said, "To do what?"
"You said I could return the favor." I said shyly.
"But what do you want to see?"
I realized that she was playing my little game, but I couldn't respond because
I honestly didn't know the real name for her "equipment."
"I don't know what it's called..."
She smiled and said, "It's called a vagina, at least the tunnel is, the other
stuff has different names."
"Did your parents talk to you about all this?" I asked.
"No... I read it in a book."
"OH!" I smiled, " So thats what you were reading upstairs today."
She looked shocked, "You saw that?"
"Not much, just enough to make me curious."
"Oh, well, yes, and it's got a bunch of other interesting stuff it
it,
maybe you should take a look at it sometime... To educate youself."
"Well, I have a better idea. Why don't I try to learn from
experiance?"
With that I planted a kiss on her lips and moved myself down to her breasts.
I slid down until her nipples were at eye level, they were puckering a bit
and
I couldn't resist putting my lips on them. Gently, kissing and teasing the
tip with my tounge I noticed them draw even tighter and began sticking out
even farther. I started licking all over her breasts, going from one to
the
other and back again as Patrice began breathing harder and harder and
started squirming around under me.
Reluctantly I left her beautiful globes behind as I moved farther south and
got my first really detailed look at her pussy. I gently pushed her legs
farther apart and touched her on the little bump like I had done in the tub.
Instantly she started moaning louder and louder and I could feel her
getting hot to the touch. I guided my fingers farther downward tracing the
folds of skin covering her hole. I gently pushed one finger between the
folds and was met by astrange and erotic slipperyness coating the side of
this mysterious and secret place. Suddenly I had this urge to do some more
oral exploring and bent over farther until my tounge touched her bump. Her
moaning increased dramatically almost immediately. Thinking that I must
be
doing something right I continued licking her with long slow strokes until
finally I was basically mashing my face into her wouderful red bush. The
hair was a bit annoying at times but the eroticism of seeing it more than
made up for having to pull a few strands from my teeth.
I continued this wonderful process for a few minutes until she suddenly
reached down grabbiing my head and pushed me harder into her firey pussy.
In another moment she began shuddering again and screaming in a long and
intense orgasm. She went on for what seemed like minutes until finally she
relaxed and released me from my erotic torment. I Pulled myself up to eye
level again and looked at her. She turned to me and stared for a minute
giving off a slight giggle. She reached over and touched the side of my
face as she pulled away I could see her fingers glistening with liquid.
"You like to get into your work don't you?" she asked with a smile.
"Best job I've ever had."
TO BE CONTINUED
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from my erotic torment. I Pulled myself up to eye
level again and looked at her. She turned to me and stared for a minute
giving off a slight giggle. She reached over and touched the side of my
face as she pulled away I could see her fingers glistening with liquid.
"You like to get into your work don't you?" she asked with a smile.
"Best job I've ever had."
TO BE CONTINUED
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