Obsession

Obsession

I feel bad about what I did, but if you could have seen this girl, Stacy, maybe you’d understand. She was perfect. Every damn day in class, when she would walk in, I died inside. Of course, my seat was right next to hers; she sat to my left. She had it all: the tightest, skinny little body with little hips and a tight ass. Beautiful blonde hair. Big, blue, innocent eyes. Button nose. Perfect lips that always found the end of her pencil. The sweetest voice. Long, skinny, smooth legs. There was not an ounce of fat on her. When she moved in her chair, you could see ab muscles a little bit. She definitely didn’t have a six pack and she wasn’t very muscular. But, you could see some muscle movement behind her skin. She was just fit.

Her perfectly chosen outfits never left too much to the imagination. Her shirts and tank tops were always tight, squeezing perfect little (a cup, maybe?) tits – and the tops never got all the way down to her pants. I saw her belly button every day that semester. Her pants were always tight in the legs and ass, but her waist was so small, there was always about an inch of space between her tummy and her jeans with thigh gap for days. But, you didn’t have to use that to sneak a peek at her panties. There was always a little bit of panty peeking up above her low rise jeans – usually white or pink cotton. I say jeans like she always wore them, but she did not. She wore shorts, too. Demin shorts, cotton shorts rolled down. Sometimes skirts, also denim and cotton depending on the day. One of them was sweatshirt material with a drawstring under the bellybutton and it drove me nuts.

All class I would stare at her smooth thighs leading up to her skirt. Every time she shifted in that chair, I would pray for a little bit of an upskirt, but she was too good for that, always playing defense like a little tease. Every time she would raise her hand, you would see more of her skin, a little bit of ribcage, and her shirt pressed up on the under side of her boob. Her body was fucking heaven and I could never touch any of it.

Unlike her friends, who were also hot but not like this, she was also incredibly sweet to me. She always said hi to me in class and on the street. She talked to me once at the cafeteria, while her friends glared and wondered why she was subjecting them to my presence. And her boyfriend was a total asshole. He could tell I had a little crush on his girl and he always told me to get lost when she was out of earshot. I am sure Stacy would leave him if she had any idea what a jerk he was to me

He was actually a jerk to her, too. I don’t think he realized that I lived right above him in our dorms. It was an old dorm with an exposed water pipe and when I pressed my ear to the pipe, I could hear everything that was happening in his room and I knew very well that he cheated on Stacy regularly. I would hear Stacy come over sometimes and it was clear that they would fool around. But, I’m pretty sure she was blowing him because it was relatively quiet and I’d hear him moaning like an idiot, but she was completely silent and he never reciprocated. Sometimes, when he was cheating, I’d hear some ditzy bitch down there, then the bed would start rocking. The girls always would fake an orgasm, but I’d hear him screaming while he was cumming his brains out. He didn’t deserve Stacy. That’s for damn sure.

One day after class in fall semester, he invited her to a Halloween party in front of me. Noticing he had messed up, saying this in front of me, he immediately looked down, angry at himself. The party was in his dorm, which was also my dorm. Stacy invited me and I could see the rage in his eyes, but he couldn’t uninvite me in front of her. He clearly didn’t know that I lived right above him.

That night, the whole dorm was full of music pumping loud. Sure enough, I heard his door close at about 10pm, earlier than he would usually call a night. I put my ear to the pipe and listened. Sure enough, Stacy was with him. I heard a little bit of whispering and she started to suck him. I was filled with a jealous rage. Of course, 5 minutes later he was cumming and then I heard her leave. I knew that would call his buddies into his room to brag a few minutes later. So, I headed downstairs with a plan. I was going to invite her up and let her hear what this idiot had to say to his friends. So, I walked down and that’s when I saw her.

I don’t know what the fuck she claimed to be dressed as for Halloween. Just a slut really. She had dark blue cotton shorts that said “PINK” on the ass, with the waist rolled down and a white elastic band. Even with the waist rolled down, they were so big on her that the right side was falling half way down her hip and you could perfectly see her white cotton panties with a light blue trim. She had on knee high white socks with adidas sneakers and a white tank top that was cut off so high that she could not possibly raise her arms without her boobs coming out. She had no bra, so I could make out an outline of her nipples in the light. She was clearly a little drunk, despite being a freshman teenager. When she saw me, she lit up, said hello, and gave me a hug. I froze, but finally started to speak.

“Come up to my room. I want to show you something.”

“What? I don’t think so. Stay down here!”

“No really.”

“I don’t want to leave the party.”

“It’s just a few minutes. What are you afraid of me? I would never hurt you.”

“I know. Fine, but let’s be quick.”

It’s funny how easy it is to trust the wrong person and make a huge mistake. I got her up to my room and took her right to the pipe. I explained everything. She got pretty mad when I told her that I had just listened to her sucking off her boyfriend. But, she eventually listened and started to cry, while he talked about her and compared her to the other girls he’s fucking, complaining that she’s a virgin and he can’t fuck her, too. She couldn’t look at me and walked toward the door, devastated and quiet.

But, things took a turn. I moved quickly to stand between her and the door, slowly backing her into he corner. She started to look worried and suddenly leaped for the door. I grabbed her and shoved her back into the corner, more forcefully this time. I stood with no space between us and she looked up at me. She wasn’t worried anymore; she was scared. With one quick motion, I tugged her shorts down. She was standing there in her white panties. They said “Spoiled Brat” on the front in light pink letters. She looked so hot. Something in me snapped. I needed to fucking destroy this bitch.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t go.” I smiled.

“You don’t want to do this. You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. Remember?”

I tenderly took her hand in mine. Jesus christ even her fingers were sexy. I kissed it softly. Then I wrapped my left hand tightly around her pinky finger, put my right palm on her ring finger, and forced them apart. Hard. Her pinky suddenly snapped in my hand. She was beyond shocked and screamed. But, the music was so loud nobody would hear. I put my right hand up her shirt and grabbed her tit. The sight of exposed breast, and the feeling of her hard nipple, drove me crazy. She dropped to her knees in pain.

“OK. Do you want a blowjob, too? Is that what you want?”

I thought about it, but I didn’t trust those teeth. Not after I just hurt her. So, I lifted the heel of my right foot and stomped on her hand hard. I must have broken every little bone in that hand. She put her weight into her other hand, and I broke that one with my other foot. Then, she was laying on the floor, dissolved in tears, begging me to stop and asking what I want.

I grabbed her broken hands and dragged her to bed. Her poor hands were a mess, but her legs could still kick and her voice was just fine. So she kicked and screamed. I slapped her hard and grabbed a fistful of her hair with my right hand while I kissed her hard and straddled her, letting her wear herself out. I stared at her terrified eyes while I put my fingers in her mouth, enjoying the feeling of violating her body, letting her feel powerless and used. Eventually, I worked my way down, moved my hand to her throat and let my mouth explored her little tits. I was euphoric.

As I moved further down to her ribcage and tummy, she started flailing and yelling again. I needed to take more fight out of her. So, I turned around, grabbed her right ankle and twisted hard until it snapped, then did the same with her left, while she screamed in pain. I turned to face her and she was whispering “Stop. Please stop.”

“No, Stace. I am going to have you tonight.”

“Are you going to take my virginity?”

I nodded.

“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me? I was always so nice to you!”

“I want to hurt you. I need to cum and I want to hurt you so much.”

She tried to take a deep breath, trying to process all the pain she was in. I could see her ribcage and skinny tummy. I pulled my fist back and punched her as hard as I could in the ribs, over and over, feeling her ribs break on the right and the left. She couldn’t even scream anymore. She was in so much pain, she was shaking.

I moved my hands to her thighs and worked up to her panties, pulling the crotch to the side enough to expose her slit. I put my finger in her and she gasped, letting out a little squeal. My god she was so tight. She wasn’t lying. She was definitely a virgin. I kissed her tummy and her waistline as I pushed my fingers in deeper. Eventually, I pulled her panties down around her knees and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. I put all my weight down and posted on her broken ribs. She looked up at me silently crying as she pleaded. But, my dick was rock hard, dripping with pre-cum. I lined myself up to fuck her. Nothing was going to stop me.

I groaned loud when I pushed myself into her. She felt amazing. The sight of my dick sliding in and out of that tight hole and the look on her face drove me mad. Every thrust in and out, she had such a tight wet slit, it was the greatest feeling of my entire life. I slowly wrapped my left hand around her neck, squeezing her throat and used my right hand to slap her hard, repeatedly, as I slammed myself into her tight cunt as hard and fast as I could. I turned into an animal until I felt myself about to cum. I noticed she was losing consciousness from the pain and lack of oxygen, so I ran over to her mouth and put my dick inside, filling her with cum as I yelled. I came so hard I fell over and ended up sitting on my ass next to the bed.

Eventually, I got my strength back and noticed this beautiful, young, sweet girl crying in my bed, curled up in the fetal position. She was struggling to pull up her panties and finally got them back on, but couldn’t move. She kept crying tears, but her chest couldn’t even heave because of the broken ribs, so she was just pathetically panting. But, I didn’t feel bad. All I could think was that I wanted to fuck her ass. I had come this far. I might as well

I quickly and quietly grabbed a bottle of lube out of my drawer and squeezed a handful into my left hand. I put my right hand on her thigh and felt her ass. Then I pulled her panties back over her ass, exposing it. She cried harder.

“You’ve done enough. Stop! No more! Please.”

I rolled her onto her knees with her ass in the air. My god it was beautiful. I used my left hand and filled her ass with lube. That got her attention.

“No! Please!”

And with that, I plunged my dick all the way into her ass, taking her virginity again. It was also such a tight hole. Every time I pulled back out, it sucked me back in. While her squeaking and crying had been adorably girlish before, now she let out a deep, guttural groan of pain and rage. But, I posted my arms and put all my weight onto her broken ribs while I pounded away on that ass.

Eventually, a second orgasm was building. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t last long. She was still struggling under me as much as she could and yelling. I moved my hands up to post off her head, putting all my weight in her right ear, while her head was turned to the right and her left ear was driven into my mattress. I covered her mouth and nose, as she screamed into my hand struggling for air and kicking her legs.

My first spurt of cum went deep in her asshole and I almost blacked out. I kept cumming, spurt after spurt, and punched her face hard, breaking her nose and ruining her perfect face. I couldn’t take it. I moaned loud, feeling more satisfied than any other time in my life. I kept my left hand on her right ear and moved my right hand under her chin.

When a woman is under you, getting raped, she screams and she fights and it’s hard work. But, the second she notices she’s about to die, something switches in her head. It changes her pleading, her negotiating, like she can reason with you. It changes her breathing. It affects the tension. Eventually I pulled hard on her chin and twisted her neck. She went limp. Silence. My orgasm subsided after shooting ropes and ropes of cum. It was over.

I stood over her, a bloody mess of broken bones. I decided to take a nap before disposing of her body.