Almost all believe feelings and emotions to be non corporeal.
Intangible wisps that are immortal and invulnerable.  But all that is, is.  Thoughts and dreams are real, as are nightmares.  They swirl about us at all times.  We tread through them like snow drifts.  They coalesce in the corners of our residences, our thick memories and hopes making a house into a home.  We deny their true existence even while we feel them brush against us.
Loves are powerful entities, their brilliant purity can shine like a sun for centuries after the humans that bore them have become dust.  Hate has no brilliance, but survives by consuming fears and the easy reproduction of a contagion.
Lust is a dark, hungry beast.
 

Frank the barber watched Elle hop from the yellow school bus.  She was a complete dream boat.  He thanked the lord that the High School bus stop was in front of his corner shop.  The was Elle’s second autumn at the High School.  Two and half more years of seeing the girl every day.
Elle was not very tall yet, though still growing.  Maybe 5’2” now.  Her blond hair had soft curls and waves, flowing down to her slim hips.  Her bright blue eyes and clear complexion seemed to glow with a soft light whenever she smiled.  Her face was beautiful, accented by strong cheekbones.  Definitely cover girl material.
Like most blondes, her young breasts were well developed.  Jutting eagerly forwards under her sweater.  Very round and large, the tits were growing seemingly weekly.  The bra Elle wore today was not a proper fit (bought a couple months ago).  The roundness of her breasts in the cups caused the bra to become a ‘push up’ bra counter to its design.  The tops of Elle’s boobs bulging from the top of the bra.  Thus her sweater softly brushed against her tit flesh as she walked, a sensation she enjoyed.
The bus driver watched Elle walk down the sidewalk.  He was a happily
married man, but still the firm buttocks, and shapely legs riveted his
attention.  The girl was wearing the heeled shoes popular with the teens
now.  Though rather conservative (looking almost like sneakers), they did have rather high heels on them.  Elle’s sexy ass and hot legs were a total penis magnet.  The blond turned and waved bye to the nice driver, her hair swishing through the air.  Did she know how he melted whenever she smiled for him?  He pulled the bus away, sporting a very painful, pants bursting erection.
She walked amongst the other students from the bus heading home.  The boys in the group stealing glimpses towards Elle’s chest.  Though she held her books in front of her, the bouncing of her mammaries in their overloaded bra was an incredible sight.  Elle was the wet dream of the entire neighborhood.  She accounted for more than a gallon of cum each night, spued from males thinking only of her.  If she only knew!  If she could see the quaking cock eruptions, the sprays of semen that she inspired.
Elle separated from the group and walked to her house.  Fallen leaves blew about her in the slight wind, an odd dance of the deceased.  The tree’s shadows stretching across her lawn, all seeming to reach for her.  The massive limbs yearning to penetrate her delicious body.
Old Jeremy across the street watched Elle unlock her front door.   The
retiree remembered still what little girls were for.  He remembered the
feel of virgin pussy.  He gazed at the luscious dish that was Elle.  Her body
flooded him with a lifetime of memories.  The sex he had had.  The girls he had fucked to within an inch of their lives.  Young Elle with her long, flowing blond hair.  He watched her ass move in her close fitting jeans as she turned the key, then turned the doorknob.  Then she was inside, his angel of desire gone.
Elle sprang into her bedroom, ignoring her little shit brother.  Closing the door, she plopped her school things on her desk.
It was friday night, and she was getting a ride to the football game tonight with some seniors.  She was hoping Brad would be there, but any senior with a car was a lot cooler than the stupid freshman and sophomores (though she was a sophomore) in her classes.
Meanwhile, her 13 year old brother sprinted to his peephole.  He had heard  Elle drop her books the moment she had entered her room, and was afraid that
she was going to change very quickly, and that he would miss it.  He
sprinted down the hall in his stocking feet.  Making a sudden turn, he
skidded on the carpet, then ran into his parents room.  Seconds and
seconds were passing by!   His was still not at his peephole.

  He was going to miss everything.  Running through his parents bedroom, he reached his mom’s walk-in closet.  Then opened the closet door.  He just knew he was
missing all the action!!   Damn!  He moved through the length of the closet,
reaching the far end.  He moved a clump of dresses on hangers out of the
way.  The show was surely over now.  He was just about to open his peephole when he realized the closet door was left open.  Elle would see the light and his peephole!
Dejected at missing Elle change, he walked slowly out of the closet.  It had been a couple weeks since last he’s seen her.  All the boys in his class
said that for sure Elle’s boobs had gotten larger since then.  He considered playing some nintendo, but he wasn’t in the mood.  He had nothing to do.
 So he re-entered the closet, closed the closet door which submerged him in darkness.  Then made his way to his peephole.  Maybe Elle would use her phone and he would get some gossip to use against her later.  A small piece of white cardboard was tacked to the wall.  He moved it aside and put his eye to the penny sized peephole.
Elle had three skirts on her bed.  She was trying to choose from among  them.  She still wore her school clothes!!  He had not missed any of the show!  Excellent!  He rubbed his crotch through his jeans, and watched intently.
Elle sighed, what to wear?  Needing some time to think, she went over to her vanity and turned on the electric hair curling iron.  The 15 inch long steel device would take a couple minutes to heat up to scalding temperature.  Next she moved back to her elaborate bed.  It was a very ornate wooden bed frame and headboard.  With four large bedposts.  Each of the dark brown bedposts reached about three feet from the bed towards the ceiling, the tops carved into the shapes of a chess pawn.  The thick wooden lengths carved with rings and swirl designs.  Elle placed her delicate hand onto the top of the bedpost as she swung around it to sit onto her bed.  She was not aware that she was sitting directly in front of her brother’s peephole, ignorant of its existence.
Elle kicked off one shoe, then the other. She sat with her arms straight to each side, palms on her bedspread with the fingers pointing away from her.
Her upper body weight transferred to her shoulders.  The peeper gazed at her great legs in those jeans, and those big balloons!  The twin orbs pushing out that sweater, were hypnotizing in their perfect shape.
“Please please please take off your sweater.”  He said to himself as he rubbed his crotch harder.  Elle’s brow furrowed and she looked around.  He had spoken aloud!  She had heard him, if not his words, then at least some noise.  In a minute she decided that she was alone after all, and relaxed Her attention moved to her sweater, noticing some lint.  Taking her hands, she began to pick the lint off her bosom.  Touching her chest, pinching the sweater, and pulling away the small  pieces of lint material.  Oh to touch those big teen tits!  The peeper dreamed.  His dick grew hard and straight.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of touching her boobs, Elle grasped the bottom of her sweater in a grip to pull it over her head.  She was going to strip!  Oh God!  Those great tits!  The peeper could not control himself and unzipped his pants.  Elle stopped at the unzipping sound.  His peephole was only a couple feet away from her.  While this gave a cinematic view of her body, he must be very quiet being so close!  She suspected something now, and called his name, looking around again.  He nearly answered her call by rote, but bit back his voice.  He had ruined it all...she was not going to strip.  Totally hot big busted blond teen, he was going to see everything...he had ruined it.
Elle twirled her blond head about, then bent her young shapely  form to look under bed.  After a couple minutes, again she was satisfied of being alone, though a little puzzled.  She moved back to her bed, from looking about her room, and tripped over something.  She fell against a strong bedpost, wrapping her arms around it for support.  Righting herself, then bending to the floor, she held the object of her stumble.  It was her twirling baton.
She had not played with that for a couple years, and thought it to have been somewhere deep in her closet.  Gazing at its 18 inches of shiny silver steel, capped on each end by a white rubber stopper, Elle wondered how it had gotten onto her bedroom floor?  It hadn’t been there when she was picking out her skirts to wear.  Had it?
Boy his sister was a klutz!  What an air head!  He was going to tell the guys all about tonight’s peeping.  If only he could say that he had seen her big boobs, and her butt and everything.  Last night MTV was running a marathon of “MTV’s sexiest Video Girls”, showing only videos with hot model/dancers, after each video, they would have the model(s) from the video in a sort of interview / sexy photo shoot.  AND the night before, ESPN2 had the Miss World Fitness competition.  Which featured not only swimsuit posing events, but also extensive bikini workout footage (in the best Kiana Tom tradition).  The nation as a whole had been ‘primed’ with televised sexuality the past two days.  There was almost a charge to the air.
Elle moved back in front of the peephole.  She again took hold the bottom of her sweater.  Drawing it upwards slowly, her taut teen belly became exposed.  A gasp emitted from the peephole, but Elle had the sweater up over her ears and did not hear.  Then the bottoms of her white bra cups.  Then finally, gloriously, the plump bursting breasts bulging from the tops of her bra cups.  The white bra bright on her tanned skin.  She tossed her sweater onto her bed.  Her boobs giggled mightily in their inadequate housings.  Elle’s brother ran his hand up and down his raging adolescent penis.
Staring wide eyed at the sexual blond bombshell.  Moving her fragile fingers to her slim waist to unclasp her belt.  Elle began undoing her jeans.  She had to do this blindly, the expanse of her bosom obstructing her view.  She had not seen her belly button for a couple months now.  Elle didn’t mind though.  Her expanding bust was so sensitive!
The gentlest touch causing great pleasure.  Would her nipples and breasts always be like this?  She hoped so dearly, a lifetime of exquisite eye opening  sensations!
Her belt unbuckled, Elle began drawing down her bluejean’s zipper, her small hand moving from her slim waist to her pussy mound.  BARK! BARK! BARK!
Elle jumped into the air, then bounced upon landing back upon the bed.  Her
brother banged his head against the wall above the peephole loudly.  The
family dog continued to bark urgently outside Elle’s bedroom door.  Elle’s plump hard melons bounced and bounced, even after the rest of her came to a stop.  They moved mostly up and down, but banged against each other several times.  The giant mounds would have jiggled longer, but the young firm breasts were yet very taut, and the overmatched bra was at least putting up an effort to control them.
“ROVER SHUT UP!”  Elle screeched at the family dog.  It was always flaking out these days, and never came in her room like it had when it was a puppy.
She prepared to yell again at the barking animal, when it just as suddenly began whining and scurried away from her door.  Months of exposure to hairspray and nail polish fumes had deadened Elle’s sense for the spirits of the world.  But her brother felt the inexplicable sense of foreboding as a cloud covered the sun, and the shadows of early evening felt their way about Elle’s bedroom.
She moved to the wall switch and flicked on the lights, bathing her bedroom with light.  Then she sexily walked back, barefoot, in her bouncing bra and tight jeans (zipped open).  Like she was a child starlit, and her bright bedroom lights were spot lights.  Her brother certainly felt that Elle was already in the ‘show’ business.
As Elle passed her vanity, she had to pause.  The hair curler was at the edge, the long hot end sticking over the edge (pointing actually to where Elle had been sitting on her bed).  Elle saw that it was now fully heated, the steel shaft nearly turning red.  If she hadn’t been paying attention, she would have walked right into it.  The curler would have scorched her across her left thigh!

Elle moved it to a better spot on her vanity, how could she be so careless?  Then completed her strut towards her brother’s peephole.  Moving directly in front of her brother’s eager eyes, Elle faced him as she wedged her hands into her jeans at each hip.  Straining slightly with the tightness, she begins to work her pants down her thighs.  Elle’s soft frilly underwear now exposed for her hidden audience’s viewing pleasure.  Bending at the waist to run the jeans down below her knees, her hard teen cleavage is showcased as gravity pulls the big tits nearly out the top of her bra.
Rubbing himself through his underwear, his cock spurt hot cum at the sight of the great boobs.
The young boy hosing himself, load after load firing into the confines of his underwear.
He just couldn’t stop rubbing himself.  The wet stain spreading in his crotch with each cream ejaculation.  Elle wiggled slightly as she pulled the jeans down her calves, and stepped out of first one leg, then the other.  He watched Elle’s big tits shaking in the bra.  Elle’s big tits!  Elle’s big tits!  His cum fired and fired, stroking himself.  His pants were sopping with thick jism from the belt to about halfway down each thigh.  He staggered as the last cum streamed from his penis.
With tired eyes he looked back in on Elle.  She had turned to fold her jeans, standing in bra and panties.  Her great 15 year old legs!  Her totally hot teen body!  Thank god for inventing peepholes!!!
“Hey kids, we’re home!”  His mom’s voice!  His folks were home early!  He heard movement, his Dad on the stairs, he was trapped in the closet!  He could not get out in time!
“Elle where is your little brother?”  His Dad’s voice from the hallway.
“Dad don’t come in!  I’m changing! I think he is playing Nintendo in his room.”
“I’m going to start dinner.”  His mom calling from the downstairs.
Scuffling sounds.  His Dad walking.  Entering the bedroom.  Seemingly headed for the closet!!
The boy hastily hid behind some dresses, then the door opened.  The closet had two runners, one down each side, laden with his mom’s ton of clothes.  The door closed again, the boy heard his Dad’s breathing, even as he was holding his own.   Then a thin spear of light.  His Dad was at the peephole!!  Standing right beside where his panicked son was hiding.!!  The boy saw his father’s eye move to the hole, a smile spreading the width of his Dad’s face.
His dear lovely daughter was standing in bra and panties for his entertainment.  He admired her teen belly, shapely legs, and oh lord how her chest was blooming.  She had her mom’s blond hair, and she grew it long down to her hips.  Just the way he wished her mom would grow it.  Elle again sat on the bed, wasn’t she going to strip naked?  Maybe not.
“AAAhhh”  Puzzled, Elle looked down to her crotch.  She was sitting on top of her twirling baton!
It was between her legs, running in the crevice between her buttocks.  About 8 inches of it sticking out to the front, looking like she had a penis!  Hadn’t she put that away?  She pulled it out from beneath her.  How weird!
Elle twisted on her side to again study the skirts she had chosen.  Her dad carefully unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.  Stroking it.  Elle was stretched across her bed in her plain lingerie, which on her looked ravishing.  Twisting at the trunk, her tight belly and sleek hips were accented beautifully.  Dad pumped harder, his breaths more rapid.
Elle decided like a light bulb illuminating, grabbing the green skirt.  Bouncing her way up to her feet, she turned to face her father as her hands moved behind her back, to her bra clasp.
She jittered a moment, her bra not coming open, she had missed springing the catch.  Teasing her father, her hard nipples hiding shyly even while those massive melons themselves had no where to hide.  Another twist of her hand, and the bra straps loosened suddenly over her shoulders.
Shifting her weight childishly from sexy leg to sexy leg, Elle took hold of the front of her bra.
Dad’s climax coincided with Elle baring her breasts for him.  His cum spouting exactly as the young jugs made their appearance.  They were stunning, perfectly round shaped.  High on her young body.  The large nipples, although pushed far out in front of her, were still as high as the middle of Elle’s arm bicep.  The big newborn tits completely without sag.
Ribbon after white ribbon arched out of his dickhead.  Due to the tightness of the bra during the day, Elle was compelled to rub her breasts with her hands as she dropped her bra to the floor.
Cum and more cum.  Thick cream shot repeatedly, dad struggling to keep from grunting from the heights of joy.  Elle turned sideways once more, her shapely right hip to her loving father.
Crooking a finger under her panties on each side, she bent forwards as she slid her undies to the floor.  Elle’s firm teen ass arched seductively while her massive boobs bobbed towards the floor.
Father could not stop his ejaculation!  The image of that hot little bitch bent over naked in front of him shook his balls, the thickest semen from their depths channeled out his jerking dick.  Ogling his 15 year old daughter’s naked form, savoring every curve, the smooth texture of her young skin.  Elle stood upright again, then turned towards her dad.  Completely nude from feet to face, she displayed her entire body.  Her blond pussy seemed shy between her legs, while Elle’s large boobs shifted slightly back and forth with each breath.
Cum shot!  Cum shot!  Cum shot!  He couldn’t believe it, the thick steamy jizm continued.  Pumping his member hard, the goo launched and launched and launched.  His blond daughter seemed to be trying to think of something, and stood before him.  Her body completely undefended by clothing.
She fidgeted a little, moving her legs and hips slightly.  After near ten minutes of gonad grinding ejaculation, he looked down at himself.  His throbbing cock was slick with the clumpy cum.  His fist and forearm sugar glazed over with the white coating.  Then he saw next to him his wife’s new red evening gown.  It was saturated with his cock juice!
It’s entire length stained darker where his cum had soaked into it.  The thick syrup was running downwards slower then Heinz ketchup, and would he supposed start dripping from the bottom of the gown to the floor in about a half hour.  His wife meant to wear that tonight!
 

After dinner, Elle looked at herself in her full length mirror.  Her green skirt reached down to her knees.  She wore teen shoes with about 3 inch heels.  Her thin silky blouse was tucked tightly into the waist of her skirt, accentuating her bustline.  It was dark night outside her window now, her friends would be by to pick her up in about a half hour.
Elle’s long blond hair was curled and feathered, brilliant.  She had even put on some make up.
Her lips, eyes and lashes stunning.  Running her hands lightly over the expanse of her chest, then letting her hands wander to each hip, Elle made vampish glares into the mirror.
Experimenting, and perfecting.  In case she could have just a moment alone with Brad, just for their eyes to meet, where they could exchange glances.  Elle wanted her glance to spear him with steaming sexuality.  She tried different postures, different eyebrow movements.  Would it be too much to run her tongue out along her lips?
Then the phone rang, severely startling Elle, she had actually jumped an inch.  Why should that happen?  She LOVED talking on the phone and was expecting a call.  How weird!
“Elle sweetie, how you doing?  Ready for tonight?”  It was her girlfriend Sally.  She moved to her bed to sit and chat, and noticed her twirling baton lying on her bed.  Huh?  Picking it up, turning to place it on her vanity, she was surprised to see her curling iron out on her vanity.
It was pointing right at her, and turned all the way up!  She could feel the heat.  Elle was sure she had put it away after she had finished using it.  The sense of Deja Vu managed to penetrate the blond head.  But then the voice of her teen girlfriend drowned it away.
“Girl are you there?”
“Yeah”, Elle answered, “are you on the way?  What’s up?”

“Well brace yourself honey, cause I happen to know that Brad is going!  I know how much you want to have his babies! (Ha Ha Ha) AND I heard he has an eye for you.”

“Yeah right, from who?”

“Nobody, I just made that last part up. (Ha Ha)  He’s bringing Kurt, you know that skinny guy who writes for the school newspaper and literary magazine?”
“He’s such a dork!  I can’t believe Brad talks to Kurt!”

“Sorry Elle, but I got front seat, so you’re in the back with Kurt and Connie.  But wait it gets weirder...Kurt told Brad he wanted to come along because he had a ‘strange feeling’ about tonight.  Can you believe that?!”
“Great, I’m in the back with a psycho dweeb!  He probably watches X-Files and Star Trek and knows every episode.”
Elle lounged across her bed, careful not to lay on her hair.  Caught up in the joy of chatting on the telephone.  When the discomfort of laying on something hard stole her attention.  Reaching around, Elle pulled her twirling baton from under her and held it before her.  The object seemed to pulse and slightly vibrate in her hand.
“So what do think might happen in the back seat, Elle?”

Before she could answer, her baton leapt with an energy of its own.  One of the rubber stoppered ends ramming into her open mouth.
“Guuhhgggg!  (intake of breath)  UUgghhhh!”  Was all Elle could manage, her eyes wide as saucers as her toy twisted and turned inside her mouth, pushing itself deeper.
It struck the back of her mouth, causing Elle to gag reflexively.

“UGGHHHHH!  AAGHHH!!  UUGHHH!”
“Huh?  Elle?”

Elle’s mouth propped open, saliva collected and pooled on her pallet.  The baton’s thrusts taking on a slurping sound, as it pushed ever deeper, entering her throat.
“UURGHHHSSSS...SSUUUUGHHHHH...SLURGGHHHHH!!!!”

“Yea okay girl...so you’re going to be giving blow jobs...HA HA.  I know you don’t even know how.  Well gotta go, see you in a half hour.”
“NOOUGGGHHHH!  SLLUURPPPPHHH”  Elle desperately wanted to communicate with her friend. The baton jammed 7 inches into the teen, the 8.  Pushing its way down her gullet.
With a ‘click’ the phone connection was gone.

Trying to pull it out with her hands, it was too strong.  She struggled with all her strength, than a 9th inch, then a 10th inch of steel baton was between her lips.  She felt its metal hardness in her throat, forcing her to straighten her neck to accommodate its unbending hardness.
The shadows in her bedroom seemed to swirl about her.  With little of her attention to spare from what was pushing its way toward her stomach, she could not notice the shadows immediately.
They coalesced into a dark form, taller than Elle’s bedroom ceiling, it hunched over to fit.  A black apparition forming head and shoulders, from which sprouted a dozen arms with webbed and clawed hands.  The baton paused in its entry, leaving 6 of its 18 inches in front of Elle’s beautiful face.  Only to begin an in and out pumping.  She struggled for breaths, nearly drowning of her own spittle running down the shaft.  Elle saw it.  The dark evil beast.
“ELLLLEE”  It rasped at her, then laughed with a low reverberating sickly sound.  It held her long curling iron in one of its many talons.  Stepping towards her, stopping at the foot of her bed.
With lightning quickness an arm shot to her, grasped her by the throat.  It delighted as it closed its fingers about her neck, feeling the steel baton fucking up and down the length of the girl’s throat.  She saw materialize from the invisible another arm holding her baton in its hand.  It was this creature that had been raping her face with it all along.
Lifting the terrified squirming girl into the air.  It held the scalding iron before her eyes so she could see that it glowed red, and felt the waves of heat on her face.  Both of Elle’s hands were on her baton, trying to get it out her, to rightly breath again!  Blinking her lashed eyelids, the nightmarish entity remained, smiling at her horror.
It did not exhale upon her.  Rather she seemed to sense its respirations on a different level of existence.  And its hunger.  It waved the glowing length of the iron near her big breasts.  Elle felt the heat through her blouse and bra.  Her escalating terror was like tonic to the beast.
Tears washed from each eye, flowing like rivers down the sides of her cover girl face.  Then claws grabbed her roughly at her crotch.  Then another huge hand wrapped entirely around her thigh, squeezing the 15 year old leg like fresh ripe fruit.  The creature’s skin the texture of crusted shale.
“AAgghhhssssss”  Elle’s muted screams sounded wetly.
Then countless black arms, with the sinews of lust, tore holds of her clothing with bony claws.
Again the wraith laughed as it pulled her clothing taut against her body, then ripped it painfully away.  Elle’s expensive blouse collapsed into shreds, her big teen bust bouncing in her white bra.  The thing gaped in appreciation of the young virgin succulent tits.  Never touched.  Never sucked.  They were huge hard ripe silky melons, ready to be taken.
More claws ripped away the nice skirt, exposing the panties beneath.  Another monstrous hand closed completely around her other teen thigh, spreading her legs apart so that her tight groin was easily seen.  The girl’s hips were to be the last to change to that of womanhood.  They were yet small and close along with her small waist.
“NNNOOOOOOUUUGHHHSSSSS!”  Elle read the red eyes of the shadow.  As the baton fucked deeper, a 13th inch and then a 14th inch fucked into her belly.  She felt it poke painfully into her insides.
Its laughter spilled out and into her ears as it grabbed hold her panties right at her pussy.  Then slowly pulled away with the power of a tractor trailer.  The panties stretched forward, digging terribly into Elle’s soft buttock skin.  Tighter and tighter against her until she thought the panties were going to pull her apart at the midsection.  Then the material gave way, and they snapped from her body to fly across the room.  The demon was clearly having fun.
Hands gnarled with bony outcroppings grabbed Elle’s big tits, groping them brutally, unmercifully through the white bra.  It watched the plumpness of her breasts as each moved and expanded from between its squeezing and pinching, strong as rock fingers.  It continued kneading the flesh, joyfully.  Though its forceful ministrations sent fiery pain to Elle’s brain.  Surely, she thought, her tortured breasts would pop like balloons if they were squeezed only slightly harder!
Why was this happening to her?  Why?  Why?
Savage fingers reaching for her bra.  Curling beneath the material.  Then ecstatically tearing the bra from Elle.  Her round tits now completely nude.  Nipples erect.  They bounced with the resiliency of youth.  Elle’s tit’s like two rubber volleyballs, covered in silky soft 15 year old girl skin.
Elle’s struggling, gagging body was suspended in mid-air by the darkness.  The Evil straddled one corner of her bed, so that a 3 foot carved wooden bedpost jutted straight up in the area of it’s groin, like an impossible erection.  As Elle was slowly, deliciously, carried towards the top of the bedpost, the creature allowed her to see what was in store.  Her panicked eyes grew rounder and larger in complete fear.  Her helpless struggles doubled in intensity, but remained futile.
As she approached the chess pawn shaped top of her bedpost, her thin shapely legs were pulled apart to the point that they nearly ripped from her body!
“Elle your friends are here!”  Her mom’s voice wafted up song fully from the downstairs.  Hope for rescue flooded Elle’s heart!
“Suuuuughhhh!  SShuulllhhh!”  Her baton responded to her attempts to cry out by roughly pounding deeper into her belly, pushing against the bottom of her belly terribly.  A 15th and 16th inch of steel baton fucked between her lips.  The other rubber stoppered end was approaching her face, evidently with the intent to consummate this oral rape by plunging completely into her mouth!!
With deliberate slowness, Elle’s body closed the last distance to the top of her bedpost.  Like a regal procession, the creature and Elle watched the wood come to meet her virgin pussy.  As if she was ascending her rightful throne, her body weight was then rested upon it.  The ‘hershey kiss’ shaped top of it nestled in between her pussy lips.  The  bedpost was very very thick, Elle dreaded the nightmarish thoughts running through her mind, of what the evilness had in store for her.  In spreading her legs, Lust had pulled her ankles above the level of her waist.  The fashionable teen shoes that would raise small Elle’s height by a few inches amused it wonderfully.
A pair of clawed pit black hands gripped the child’s frail hips.  Exerting the first hint of downward pressure onto her body downwards onto the bedpost.  Elle’s eyes rinsed her face with tears, pleading, wishing, praying, for anything...anything but what she knew that IT wanted to do.
“Elle?  Did you hear me?”  Her mom’s voice again joined the sounds of her mouth gurgling and wetly gagging, and of Elle’s heart beating like a percussion section.  Her mom was coming up the stairs!  Please hurry!  Please hurry Mom!!  Help Me!!  The thoughts surged in her brain, trying to communicate through sheer will.  Elle knew her time was running out.
Then it ran out.  Sharp cackling laughter from the evil shadow.
Additional coal like hands were set upon her shoulders, Elle was forced brutally downwards onto the bedpost.  It spread her pussy to excruciating limits of pain!  Beyond widths Elle surely thought to be impossible!   The wooden totem began entering her inch by inch.  Elle’s virginity tore asunder, it continued deeper.  5 inches, then 7 inches deep.  Her poor abdomen distended grossly as the phallic intruder pushed her body wide from the inside.

Her legs kicked wildly, trying to get herself up off the carved wooden rape.  To no avail of course, except the additional amusement of Elle’s dark companion.  Deeper into the teen.  IT let her big tits bounce freely in her pain wracked spasms.  The dancing hard nippled orbs were the perfect sideshow for tonight’s event.  Deeper, 9 inches shoved up her tiny twat.  Elle’s insides narrowed greatly at her cervix, unfortunately the approximately 900 pounds of pressure being pushed down upon her was not overly concerned about that.
The bedpost rammed past her cervix, deeper and deeper into the child.
“Elle?”  her mom’s voice right outside her room, the rapping of her knuckles upon the door...
The curling iron, like a red hot poker, came swiftly up from below Elle.  It touched her ass cheeks, burning them terribly, smoke rising from the skin.  Elle’s virgin ass was tight, her asshole very small.  The curling iron broke her virgin ass with a scorching smash up into her rectum.  Just as her bedpost pounded a full 12 inches of its mass up her shattered pussy.  She felt the burning pain as the iron sank all of its 9 inches of red hot metal into her, leaving only the handle protruding between her butt cheeks.
Lust fucked Elle with the bedpost, pulling her up, then forcing her mercilessly back down upon it.  Faster and faster.  The strength of ITs limbs seemingly unlimited.  Fucking her with 12 inches of it, then a hard deep fuck, sinking 14 inches into her pussy.
“Elle are you ready?”  Elle’s mom opened the door.  She was proud of how pretty her daughter was, proud of how she was on all the good clubs at school.  Her face held a smile of anticipation, knowing that her darling daughter was going to the game with her friends, instead of staying in the house like a loser high school recluse, and that one of her friends was that hunk Brad, son of the lawyer up the street!
Mom saw her baby.  Her smile froze, then melted into a look of horror and disbelief.  Elle was naked except for the heeled shoes the teen girls wear today.  Elle had taken her bedpost up between her legs, about 18 inches of it!  She was halfway to the bottom of it!  How could she have done this, how is that possible?  The small girl was jerking on her stake, shaking spastically, and the smell of something burning reached Mom’s nostrils.
Then she noticed her daughter’s twirling baton sticking out her mouth, but actually less than 2 inches of it!  Elle had jammed it down her throat and into her body??  Elle’s eyes were wide like saucers, her face covered with streams of tears.  That burning smell!  It was making mom sick!
Then a inexplicable rumbling, coming from...inside Elle??  Her little girl’s belly and abdomen roiled as if something was coming to a boil inside her.  Suddenly, gushed out her pussy, came gallons of a white liquid, thick and clumpy.  Mom knew it to be sperm, but how could this be?  It ran down the bedpost, covering it in seconds.  The jism continued to pour out her daughter’s pussy.  Faster and faster.  Splashing down to the floor.  More cum shot down her vagina, then out her pussy lips around the width of the bedpost.  Running down her sexy teen legs, coating her thighs and calves with the seed syrup.
The educated part of Mom knew that more semen had spewn out of Elle that could possibly have been contained within her body, even if Elle’s body had been a hollow balloon filled completely with the spunk.  Yet it continued to spray.  Forcing Elle’s pussy wider open in its expulsion.  Mom watched Elle’s eyes, she was rooted in her spot, she could not enter the room.
Elle’s head began shaking.
Then the blond 15 year old’s mouth became a geyser.  Sperm jetted out her mouth from around the baton, her thin neck a high pressure hose.  The cream splashed off the rubber stopper, sending it spraying in all directions.  Mom’s jeans (which she was wearing before preparing to go out) were doused by the cum.  Elle’s face was sheeted with the slime.  Cum streamed from Elle’s nostrils, the thick jism leaked out her eyes, nearly floating her eyes out of there sockets.
The cum from her pussy did not stop, but doubled again in discharge quantity.  Elle felt her womb and stomach expanding beyond all limits of the flesh as unending jism loads pumped into them.
The sperm from her mouth ran in rivulets down the outside of her neck to her chest.  While large droplets rained down on her bosom as well.  Elle’s big teen tits were sheeted in the slick white slime.  The clumpy cum running between them in her cleavage, and over the round orbs, more and more cum running over her hard boobs  The sperm covering her nipples, long strings of spunk hanging from each erect nipple.
The pool of cum on Elle’s bedroom floor spread across it, growing deeper and deeper.
Mom fainted, falling face forwards.  She landed with a loud splash into the cum.