Prologue
The following events occurred several years back in the small college town of Derry. I know about them through my psychology practice which I opened in Derry after graduation. A woman came to see me about some sexual problems she was having and related this incredible story which I did not believe. When I went to investigate I found several stories similar to hers.
It has taken me five years and trips all over the US to find the people who were involved, but I believe I now have a full accounting of what happened. Several of the participants were reluctant to talk to me at first, but I was persistent and in the end most really wanted to talk. After all, I am a psychologist and therefore a good listener.
There were a few who did refuse to talk to me, but I was able to piece together their stories from others who were there, reliable hearsay and an occasional uninvited peek into their secret diaries. The final piece of the puzzle just recently fell into place through a stroke of pure luck which I will explain later.
I am dictating this account strictly for clinical purposes and do not plan to publish it. Besides, it would be an ethical violation to reveal the secrets my clients have told me in confidence. I will share it only with my trustworthy assistant to finalize when I am finished dictating. Surely she will protect it as I would. After all, she is part of the story.
What Happened at Derry
An orange mist seeped out from a cave in the nearby hills and spread throughout the small college town of Derry. No one could explain it. When it burned off in the afternoon people went back to their daily routine and soon it was forgotten.
No one connected the arrival of the tall redhead with the orange mist, but they certainly noticed her. She was over 6 feet tall with long flowing red hair. Her skin was pale, almost albino, and her eyes were deep green. She wore a long white dress that hugged the contours of her shapely body. The stranger wore an octagonal-shaped gold amulet around her neck.
The townspeople thought she was just another of those strange looking students from Derry College when she walked into the local diner. She said very little as she ate. Ruby, the waitress, was able to learn that her name was Wendy. They all watched her leave and head for campus.
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The Spring Costume Ball was less than a week away and Sonya Fields didn't have a date. She was still pissed at Greg for fucking that cunt Cindy and had refused to speak to him for the last week. Now he was taking Cindy to the Ball and she was without a date. It was humiliating.
Billy Bishop saw Sonya as he was leaving the locker room after football practice. In his opinion she was the best looking and sexiest cheerleader at Derry College. He had been infatuated by Sonya since the first time he laid eyes on her. His eyes scanned the short well-built blonde with big blue eyes, a perfectly rounded ass and nice bulging tits. He walked up behind her.
"Hey good looking. I heard you and Greg split. Wanna go to the Spring Ball with me? I'll show you a good time."
Sonya thought Billy was an asshole after what he and his friends did to Donna at the frat party. Donna got so drunk she could hardly stand. Billy and some of his friends led her down into the basement where they took turns fucking her. They even made a video of it and put it on the internet.
"Uh, I don't know, Billy. Look, I gotta run. I'll think about it and let you know tomorrow."
Sonya could have kicked herself for leaving it so open ended. Of course she didn't want to go with that asshole. On the other hand she did need a date. There had to be someone else. She would have to sleep on it for a night.
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"Squeeze my tits... harder... oh fuck yes... that's it... harder... I'm going to cum... oh fuck... ooohhhhh... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH..."
Mary Simpson's body exploded as Frank's huge cock slammed into her pussy over and over. He was pinching her nipples so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't get enough of his young cock. As her orgasm slowly subsided she pulled away and got on her back.
"Get on top and fuck me. I want to feel your big cock pounding deep into my pussy. You know the way I like it. Now get up here."
Mary Simpson pulled her legs back as Frank climbed up between them. His hard cock found the steamy entrance to her pussy between the juicy folds peeking out of her gash. He shoved hard. She gasped from the intensity of pleasure caused by his swollen meat as it speared deep into her belly.
"Fuck me goddamit... harder... yeah... oh fuck. Now hit me. Slap my face as you fuck me. You know how I like it."
Frank slapped her hard across the face while driving his cock into her steamy passage. He pulled out and slammed into her again. Another slap. Her fingernails dug at his chest and arms. He continued to fuck her hard and fast. She bucked up against his cock on each stroke trying to drive him deeper.
"Harder dammit... fuck me like a whore."
Frank's cock was about to explode. His cock thrust into her harder and faster. Her fingers clawed at his face and arms. Her eyes were desperate. Her body tensed and jerked. Cunt juice sprayed from her pussy soaking his pubes and dripping down his balls.
Frank slammed his cock into her quivering cunt again and again. A surge of cum moved through his length causing it to swell even bigger inside her body. His hands tightened around her neck as the first surge of hot cream exploded into her body. He felt her shudder one last time before blackness enveloped her.
Mary Simpson awoke and reached down to confirm that the bottom of her nightgown was soaked. It was the third time she had dreamed of doing things with Frank that she had never done... would never do... with her husband or anyone. She hardly even knew Frank.
Mary was in her mid thirties and had two children. She was a good wife and responsible mother. She didn't know what was happening to her. She had always harbored a secret fantasy of sex with a stranger - one that took her roughly and forcefully - but that was all it was... a fantasy. Maybe this was her punishment for having these impure thoughts.
She rolled over and tried to put the dream out of her mind. She and her husband, who was a Professor at Derry College, were the designated faculty to attend the upcoming Spring Costume Ball. She would have to come up with a clever costume.
