Dear Diary...

[Little_Red_Rose]

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It all started merely five days ago...​

It was the mid-terms at my high school, Ridgemont High. At this point, being eighteen years of age, I was at my final year things. Things were looking great! I had straight A marks, got enough credits to get into practically any university of my choice and finally had the most perfect date for the prom (he was the star quarterback of our school!). That being said, other than seeming a bit of a cliche, my life was perfect as can be. That is, until that fateful evening.

It was about six pm and I was at the school's library. While they are plenty of extra-curricular activities, there was hardly any people who showed up here. If my memory serves me correct, I'd say most of the time it was simply me and the librarian; a man who was in his mid-late 30s.

We would connect in several levels, but especially in regards to literature. He would suggest to me famous authors, such as Alexandre Dumas and John Steinbeck. As days and days went by, I thought of him more as a friend than a simple employee of the school.

But that one evening, things got different. As I was mid-way reading a Jane Austen novel, I felt hands touch my shoulders. He insisted that he was simply giving me a massage because I looked tired, and I went along with it. After all, I trusted him. But slowly, that massage turned to more. His hands would lightly touch my toned stomach and his lips went for my neck. I was speechless as his greedy hands went for my large breasts, lightly squeezing them before going under my shirt...

I still could remember my words;

"No! This is wrong! I- I need to get out of here!"

...

And that's the last thing that happened. Here I was, a new school day and I haven't mentioned a word to anybody else. I had to wonder, just what else might happen?

 

[Drakkwall]

My name is Harold Stamyard, born of british heritage from my parents, I was born around thirty six years ago, I am a big man, not really muscular I got a bit of a stomach but I am not without muscles being a former wrestler. I am currently working at Ridgemont High and has for a good ten years now, I have never gotten a real girlfriend because I wasn't as good looking or interesting as the other guys, I was bit of a nerd I have to admit.

After spending ten years working here in the school with my house just an hour's drive away in the forest, I have gotten sick of my repeated lifestyle, always the same thing nothing new, not even a lady who'd go on a date with me. I still remember how painful it was when I was brutally denied by a childhood crush during college. But this year there was a new light here, a pretty beautiful flower had come to the school and I had begun to grow attracted to her, she was intelligent, she didn't ridiculous me, she enjoyed reading and... she had a boyfriend.

But I have gone too long without a proper attachment in this dull world and I will not give up on this single chance. I didn't act on it though until I found her diary on the floor of the library one evening, I was reluctant at first but I began to read it soon and as I read it began to learn her every habit, her every hidden dream, desire and enjoyments in life. After I had returned her diary, though by leaving it on the chair she had been sitting on to not wake up suspicions, I began the plan to make her mine. I started out with a massage, my strong hands stroking and rubbing her tense shoulders, but it grew too fast as I lost control of myself and groped her full breasts and kissed her neck, ah how delicious she had been and how good her tits had felt in my hands.

She had run off but I was not deterred, I would make her mine, I knew she would make a regular stop at a local bar near the school after the lessons ended and then take the buss home, it would be filled by then and she'd be forced to stand, I planned it carefully. Put a aphrodisiac pill into her drink while she wasn't looking to get her heated up and then as she stepped onto the bus I put myself behind her, dressed in a thick coat with a scarf and hat, I knew she would recognize my hand but the alcohol and drug would make her unable to react, everybody in the buss ,even the driver ,were sleepy and drowsy, nobody saw me as I reached out and let my hands rub her shoulders as she stood there reading, a blush on her cheeks. I knew it wouldn't grow to sex instantly but I would lessen her resistance, make her carve my touch, I knew her boyfriend hadn't gotten her virginity but I would make her crave to lose it, with my dick filling her.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

That day ended a lot less eventful than I thought it would be. Of course, it goes without saying that I avoided the library at all costs. Things were just...too weird at the moment. I didn't want to give him the wrong idea. I was happy with my boyfriend and didn't need to give him the wrong idea. Just like any Wednesday evening, I was going to meet my friends over at a local bar for some drinks.

Little did I know that it was the first step in his plan.

By the time I got in the bus, I felt rather bizarre. My flesh felt warm and my senses were rapidly diminishing. I couldn't put my finger as to what was causing it; I knew that it wasn't the drinks I took. After all, I didn't drink all that much!

I began to feel some hands rubbing my shoulders as the bus began to move. Perhaps I was enjoying the massage more than I would like to admit, as I began blushing.

Why...Why wasn't I moving?

Suddenly the bus jerked and I felt myself losing balance. My hands went to the metal bars for support above my head, somehow, allowing me to not fall over. Unfortunately, the hands keep feeling up my shoulders. They felt familiar...to say the least.

 

[Drakkwall]

I keep my breathe still my hands keep massaging her shoulders, I trace her neck with my thumb, circling the tense parts of her neck while my palms squeezes the tender muscles of her shoulders and shoulder blades. I feel them turn into mush beneath my strong and yet gentle grip, our bodies jerk as the bus stops, she raises her hands above her head to support herself by griping the metal bar over her head. Keeping up the massaging on her shoulders I see the new opening and I slip them down to her arm pits, the tip of my fingers rubbing against the sides of her large breasts while my palm squeezed her arm bit and my thumb rolled agaisnt her shoulder blades.

My dick hardens and pokes against my trousers, making a tent, I don't press it against her full rear, not yet. I keep massaging her sides as she relaxes, I can see her body melting beneath my touch, her hand is still on that book and reading it as I massages her, slowly I creep my hands forward and I heave her heavy orbs like to compare their weights ,my fingers and thumbs digging into the full flesh of the milk bags, I hear her voice panting even as the noisy buss drives on.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

That felt so good...

I wasn't sure what was coming over me, but the touches I was receiving felt like magic against my tense muscles. I might have even moved my neck merely to feel more, normally much against my usual self. The hands kept massaging my shoulders before suddenly slipping down to my armpits, expertly touching my breasts lightly as he squeezed my arm up a bit. A humb rolled against my shoulder blades...

Oh, how I loved the different sensations crashing in my body.

My mind relaxed as I could feel my shoulder release their tension but suddenly I gasp, feeling hands now on my bust, feeling up my breasts. My eyes went down to see the assailant hands as they gripped on, not able to cup my entire breasts. I had my mouth open at this point, breathing heavily as I tried to look out the window, as fingers tried feeling up my flesh through the shirt, trying to dig in.

I may have been subdued at the moment, but I knew my stop was coming in about fifteen minutes. My mind tried to come up a way to put myself together, at least enough so I could home in one piece.

 

[Drakkwall]

I slide my hands down her stomach and slip them beneath the edge of her top and slide them up beneath it and beneath her bra, my large fingers gripping the full bare bosom, her hard nipples poking into my palm like a pair of rifle bullets. I cannot help but imagine sweet creamy white milk squirting out of these teats as I squeeze them as if I was milking a cow, my other fingers digging int othe bare flesh of her huge melons. Suddenly I feel her bum press against my crotch as she arches her spine, a muffled gasp escaping her lips, I keep up my tender groping and kneading of her breasts and nipples, her buttocks rubbing agaisnt the tent in my trousers.

Her stop is five minutes away and I begi nto intensify it by grinding my hips agaisnt her ass, my hands keep squeezing her tender mounds and I feel her body shaking and her lips parting in heated moans and then I see her clasp a hand over her mouth as she silences a scream, her body shaking in orgasm, I can hear her pussy juices hitting the hard floor of the bus. I grasp her bra and slip it off her, slidint it out of her shirt without taking off the shirt and pockets it, and then I tug down her panties and stuff them down my pocket as weel and give her tender pussy and ass a farewell patting as her stop came and the doors opened and my sexy angel walked off the bus in the night, juices sliding down her thighs.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

His hands down on my stomach, I could feel them slip up my top, getting past my white bra and grab my breasts; now with nothing covering them from him! It wouldn't take my assailant long before figuring out that part of me was enjoying this. I gasped, feeling my breasts being squeezed so hard, it hurt. Fingers began to dig in again, determined to feel them as much as possible. I wanted to cry out but at the same time, I knew it wouldn't be pleasant to have everyone watch me.

At this point, with all the arching I was doing, my ass was poking something hard...Oh god. It didn't take long before I felt him grinding his hips against my jeans. All these feelings...Before I could do anything about it, I felt something release within me as I let out a muffled gasp. I just had reached my climax in the middle of the bus.

As it was my stop, I began walking out the bus. I had reached my home and fell to my bed, realizing that my bra and panties were missing. Those hands...could they have been? No...impossible.

 

[Drakkwall]

With my prize in hand I put them inside a sealed case in my study in my house in the woods, it was still part of the town just a bit secluded, fewer buss times but it worked out fine for me, I have lost ten pounds from hiking and bicycling in these parts alone. I do not want to reveal myself too soon or she'd just avoid and shun me, no, this needed careful planning, I would repeatedly grope her during her way home, not as intense as I had tonight, I would drive her close to orgasm and keep her on the edge, leaving her to scramble home for release. After around three days I had managed to get her all hot and bothered, I had followed her as she left for her lunch hour and freetime during Thursday as she had a four hour break because of the sick PE teacher.

She went down the hallway and I went as silently as I could, glad I had decided to wear slippers they didn't make a sound as I followed her, the basement was vaccant at all hours, thus the reason why she came here. I see her as she sits down on a bench in the hallway, her lunch box by her side and I swear I can hear her panting, but it is hard to see the basement is dimly lit and even durign the day it is very dark, but this was also working in my favour, I would make her submit to me here without even realizing it is me.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Things weren't getting easier by any means.

I thought back to that encounter in the bus, perhaps more than I should have, the following day. Was it normal that I actually liked the feelings? No, I just wasn't feeling well. At least, that's what I kept telling myself, over and over again. It came to my surprise when those same familiar hands came to me on the bus home, although they were a lot less forceful than I last remembered.

Then the next day. Then the next. I haven't climaxed in any of those encounters anymore. I couldn't believe that all the sensations inside of me seem to accumulate, driving me to the brink of utter frustration.

Who was doing this to me? Why?

I thought all of this as I sat at my favorite spot of the school; a secluded hallway in the basement. This was, by far, the best place for me to be alone with my thoughts. At least, that's what I believed.

 

[Drakkwall]

I slipped behind her as she leaned against the bench, I had made sure to wear a hoodie, though it did little to hide my large belly it hid my face. The dim lights of the basement were turned off regularly after lunch time to save on the electric bill, I had timed it perfectly and soon the room was shrouded in darkness, but thankfully I had my eyes closed and let my pupils adjust to the darkness enough to see clearly in the darkness. My hands reached out and I grasped her full tits, rough and strong fingers digging into her shirt covered bosom, my thumbs rubbing over her fat nipples as they poked through her top.

She gasped, so sweet and delicious, her body wiggling but she doesn't scream, I can tell she is enjoying it, her fingers, which had been reaching down beneath her skirt before the light turned off, were most likely rubbing her wet slit. With the advantage of darkness and my hoodie's hood over my head I lean my head forward and kiss her neck, groping and squeezing her large melons roughly, making her squirm in pleasured pain on the bench in the darkness.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Quickly, my face turned to a noise I thought I heard but my surroundings suddenly got enveloped into darkness. That being said, I couldn't see anything two steps ahead of me. I was about to get up when out of the blue, I was being groped by a stranger. The same so-called stranger that has been coming after me these past few days. I squirmed as his fingers sank into my chest and as his fingers rubbed my nipples.

To my surprise, I had noticed that my fingers went between my legs and rubbed myself. What was going on with me?

"N-No..." I mumbled as strong hands mauled at my breasts. I wanted to run out and leave but part of me was enjoying this.

 

[Drakkwall]

Not speaking a word I keep mauling her tits, groping and fondling them like a pair of stress balls, my large hands hefting, bouncing, squeezing and pulling on the mounds with vigor as I heard her mumbled denials while her fingers were rubbing her pussy from desire. With my hard on poking out a tent in my trousers I press my hips forward just as I lift up her shirt, revealing her braless top, hmmmm aparently she hadn't bothered with bras when coming to school today. My bulge press against the back of her head and as she turns her head it rubs against her cheek, she can smell my masculine scent filling her nostrils and I swear I feel her tongue lick my bulge as I grope and twist her massive hooters, her teats once more being put under a cow teat like milking.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I cried out as his hands kept playing with my breasts. They were rather harshly kneading my breasts but while it was painful, it felt...good. The pain seemed to amplify the sheer pleasure I was getting from the groping. His hands quickly went for the bottom of my top, lifting it up and releasing my breasts.

I haven't taken the opportunity to put a bra on, at least not today. Why? I wasn't sure. I haven't been sure of anything these past few days.

This bulge was pressing against the back of my head and I turned to see him when I felt it against my cheek. Instead of simply running away, I actually licked it as he continued to play with my bust.

 

[Drakkwall]

I keep my hands playing with her breasts, pressing figners into the full firm flesh of the big milk bags. My thumb and index finger held her bare nipples captured between each other and I began to ground my thumbs against her teats as they were pressed between the thumbs and the index fingers, causing the hard peaks to be pressed and rubbed at the same time as I grounded my fingers together as to maximise her pleasure and pain. I had practiced this technique since I red about it in her diary and later the internet, it was an exercise for pregnant women to keep their breasts full with milk for their babies, she had apparently considered getting a baby after graduation from university, or during, with her boyfriend when they were ready for it.

Bah that quarterback wasn't much of a boyfriend for such a good gir like her, that punk was the most boastsome guy in school, while he acted like the perfect gentleman among the girls so was he a regular punk who liked to impress his peers and earn their admiration by telling of his achievements. I knew this since I had heard him talking beneath the library window by the courtyard while smoking with some of his friends. That vain drama queen would regret his actions as his girl would get the love and admiration she deserves, from me.

Speaking of which, as I knead her breasts I feel her fingers stroking my bulge, slowly reaching for the zipper, I do not speak but I pant a bit, we're both lusting and craving each other.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I did plan, somewhere down the road, to perhaps have a child. Although, I obviously didn't want one anytime soon. But what my assailant was doing, is a technique for mothers that I read about somewhere.

"Ahh!" I cried out, my thoughts now disrupted by his thumb and fingers. This was much more painful than I imagined...then why was I enjoying this? Without even knowing it, my hand reached out to his bulge and released his long shaft. I began to work on it, jerking it off slowly as my eyes tried to get a glimpse of just who was doing this.

 

[Drakkwall]

I grind my hips, rubbing my cock against her beautiful face, I keep on kneading her beautiful tits, I can feel her body spasming beneath my rough manhandling of her dull orbs. Her hand keeps stroking my cock and I rumble out groans and moans, keeping my voice from being heard clearly, a pearl of precum leaking from my cock's tip which I smeared across her lips and let her have a taste of what she could have if she kept pleasuring me. Her tits were without a doubt red from my rough fondling, her nipples swollen and hard, bigger then they had been before, I can smell her musky scent and I know she is almost over the edge, pinching and grinding her nipples for a good five minutes I know she's on the edge and I suddenly feel her orally pleasing me, I am close as well, I want to taste her sweet musky pussy but I am sure it will not be possible for now, I think.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

He was relentless, to say the least. I had never let anyone touch me this way before and here was some stranger, one who I couldn't even name, playing with my body as if it were his own plaything. I was shocked, realizing that I was actually licking his shaft, trying to please this man.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar feeling, one like I felt in the bus days ago. I had reached my climax, groaning out into the hallway.

 

[Drakkwall]

Her tongue licks my shaft, her hot breathe teasing my sensitive skin, the wet muscles sliding across my cock head, past my pulled back foreskin, along my thick smelly cock, and back. My grip on her nipples grow harder and I pump them faster, I feel her body shuddering in orgasm and she groans out in sweet delight as her body releases its pent up desire. It's then I lose control, gripping her tits like handles I ram my cock forward and I deep throat her, not giving her time to react as I fuck her throat, my balsl slapping her face, and within five minutes I release an orgasm, unable to hold back a loud moan as I fil lher motuh with my seed before jerking it out with a plop the rest of my seed spraying over her face, tits and hair, giving her no time to react I move away from behind her and kneel between her legs and press hungrily my mouth against her wet slit and press my tongue inside and suckles ont he virgin hole. I can hear her gurgling moans echoing through the hallway, my cock is back in my trousers but it grows harder as I can hear her rolling my cum around in her mouth, her fingers digging into the hoodie covering my head, pressing me agaisnt her thighs.