Bobby didn't see anything wrong with his unusual hobby. After all, the girls usually liked it-once he forced them. What could Bobby do? It was Laureen's fault that he had to lie. She didn't have to make him make that ridiculous promise. And then, besides, she went out with him again and again and he had to keep breaking his word. Perhaps it would have still worked out all right-if it wasn't for tight, chaste Jennie. When she said no-she made it stick. There was only one way for Bobby to get what he wanted-and by then it was too late to turn back. He discovered that he liked what he was doing. The challenge made him frantic with sex drive. And force was convincing.
1
There's nothing wrong with me, really. I mean, don't believe those stories the newspapers are always carrying about me, calling me rape fiend and things.
I'm just as normal as you.
Well, maybe I am a bit oversexed. I just can't seem to get enough pussy to keep myself satisfied for any length of time. I screw like a tomcat-just grind and grind away like a maniac-and still I ache for more.
But that's an advantage. Believe me. Just ask any of the girls I raped, had intercourse with. They'll tell you. Of course, there are a few who tend to be ... bitter. But not for the reason you're thinking. It's this other thing. We'll get into it later.
Actually, what happened was that I was seduced twice in a row when I was a snot-nosed kid. The first time was by a cousin, a cute, little hot-pants blonde kid named Ruthie. And then by her stepmother, a flashy, busty woman named Evelyn. Evelyn had been married to my Uncle Jack for only a couple of months, and she didn't last much more than a year with him altogether.
It might sound kind of like incest, what with Ruthie being my cousin and all, but it didn't have the "feel" of incest, if you know what I mean. I'd never seen Ruthie or Evelyn until that day and it was just like being fucked by strangers except that I knew they were relatives. And that makes it all right, doesn't it?
I was only fourteen at the time-and barely that, to tell the truth-and what happened was that my parents were going on a trip to Europe as a sort of second honeymoon, and Uncle Jack had said in a letter that they were welcome to leave me with him and his new wife and Ruthie. But fate or something made things work out differently. Uncle Jack couldn't be at home when my parents finally got there to leave me behind. He'd been involved in some kind of accident at work that broke one of his legs, and he was still in the hospital. In fact, he didn't get released till only a couple of days before Mom and Dad came back from Europe almost a full month later.
Mom and Dad didn't visit long with Evelyn and Ruthie after we'd all returned from seeing Uncle Jack. I remember clearly that Mom didn't hit it off at all well with Evelyn. She did her best to hide her feelings, of course, but everything about the way she acted and talked to Evelyn was so strained that, young as I was, I had no trouble sensing that Mom didn't like her. I couldn't understand her attitude at the time, because Evelyn struck me as lots of fun-vivacious and outgoing as all get out-and it was plain that Dad felt the same as I did.
Mom preferred Ruthie, and that really seemed odd to me. She'd interrupt conversations almost, regularly and say things that didn't have anything to do with what everybody else had been talking about. It was obvious she didn't even make an effort to listen to anybody except herself; she just thought of clever things to say, then interrupted whenever she felt like it. While Mom and Dad were there, I got the impression that she was stuck-up and silly, just a spoiled brat.
It didn't take her long to change my impression of her. Evelyn went out to "get a few things" shortly after Mom and Dad had gone on their way, so I was left alone with Ruthie. And, boy, did she ever take advantage of the situation fast.
"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the sofa.
I gave passing consideration to yanking my hand back and telling her off for her impetuous behavior, but doing so didn't set well with my youthful code of gentlemanly behavior.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trailing along sheep-like behind her.
"I want to show you something," she said. "You'll see."
She led me into her bedroom, a small, very feminine hideaway filled with pink pillows and giant bears and stuffed French poodles.
A dresser against one wall was topped by a huge mirror, and I noticed that the sides of the mirror were covered over with pictures of bullfighters, astronauts and swarthy, virile young movie actors, testaments to a young girl's budding passions. The dresser was a regular shrine of sexual yearning (though that thought didn't occur to me then, of course).
"How do you like it?" Ruthie asked me. "What?"
"My bedroom, silly. Looks neat, doesn't it."
"I guess so," I answered rather softly, feeling a little tongue-tied. "You guess so?"
"I mean ... it's nice," I mumbled.
"You're not embarrassed about being in my bedroom with me like this, are you ... just you and me, alone and everything?"
"No. Why should I be?" I said peevishly, lowering my eyes under Ruthie's relentless, searching gaze.
"You really want me to tell you?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's because of the things it makes you think about, being in here with me. They're what embarrass you."
"Aw, you're crazy."
"Like, I bet you want to kiss me, don't you? I bet you want to so bad you're practically shaking."
Growing angry because I felt she was teasing me and trying to humiliate me, I looked up again-and she moved close to me and lifted her face and smiled tenderly, sweetly, into my eyes.
"You can ... Bobby," she said in a soft, low voice. "I won't tell on you ... if you want to."
"I ... I ... "
I didn't know what came over me then. I'd never even kissed a girl on the cheek before, but all of a sudden I threw my arms around Ruthie and smashed my lips against hers as violently as I could.
The kiss went on and on, till at last I came up gasping and feeling dizzy and weak.
I started shaking and even crying a little, I was so disturbed by what I'd done.
"Bobby, it's okay. You don't have to feel bad or ashamed or anything. Please don't."
I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, my arms, still around her, going almost limp.
"Have you ever seen a girl naked?" she asked then, right out of the blue.
"What are you talking about?"
"Just what I said. Have you?"
"Of course not." I felt a funny tightness at the front of my pants.
"Would you like to? Would you like to see me naked, Bobby?"
I was speechless. Had I really heard right? Could she really have asked what I thought she'd asked?
No. It couldn't be. It was impossible.
But then Ruthie drew away from me, and I saw quickly that it was far from impossible. She had truly asked if I wanted to see her naked. And she didn't bother to wait for an answer; she simply started stripping without further ado, tossing her things aside as nonchalantly as if she were alone in the bedroom.
"I have a nice body, don't I?" she asked, moments later.
It was better than nice. In fact, Ruthie was a little doll from head to toe. She had short, fine blonde hair that was swept up against the sides and back of her head, and neatly combed bangs lay against her forehead like a still, golden waterfall. Her complexion was quite pale, setting off the rich brown little nipples of her small, round breasts.
What most intrigued me about her, of course, was her cunt, which was very sparsely adorned with wisps of down as blonde as the hair on her head. It was like her mouth, with small but fleshy lips. For some time I couldn't take my eyes off the pudgy, pouting little bulge.
Ruthie giggled at my trance-like state, and she moved close again and took one of my hands.
"I want you to feel me, Bobby," she murmured. "I want your fingers to go all over me."
She lifted my hand to her tummy, and I made a sound like a choked moan as I experienced the baby's-bottom softness of her.
"Caress me," she urged gently. "Move your fingers over my skin ... all the way up to here." She touched her left breast.
Soon the nipple was hardening under the stimulus of my fingers moving over and over the springy flesh of the young titty, going round and round the dark, peaking bud.
For a few moments she stood still and proud before me, looking like someone being worshiped.
She groaned and scampered to the bed, with me in hot pursuit. I sat down beside her and used the fingers of both my hands, now, tenderly, relentlessly making shy love to both her nipples.
"Oh, Bobby," she sighed, her breath quickening. She began to pant a little. "Sweet boy ... honey ... darling."
I slipped my fingers down the underslopes of her breasts and lifted the puffy, milk-white mounds, weighing them. With my thumbs I began frigging the fully hardened peaks.
Ruthie gasped. Then she turned and flung her torso over my lap. "You make me feel so good," she grunted.
She forced herself to sit back up, then she drew her legs onto the bed and quickly sprawled out flat on her back. Her eyes were soft and dreamy as she looked at me with longing; there was longing, too, in the way she let her legs drift apart.
I pried my shoes off, not taking time to unlace them, and I moved fully onto the bed, on my calves beside her.
"Feel me some more, Bobby," she husked. "Feel up my legs now ... my thighs."
She pressed her head hard onto the pile of fluffy pillows and raised her midsection an inch or two as I ran my fingers up her thighs and then dipped to the insides of the pale, creamy columns.
"Oh, Bobby," she groaned, grabbing my wrists and hurrying my fingers to her slightly open pussy, "feel me there."
Drawn by the glistening slice of red flesh as well as the juices already seeping from her, I fingered my way between the lips and began frigging the slit.
"Poke one of your fingers into me," Ruthie pleaded.
I didn't even know what she meant till I realized that my fingers were passing up and down over a tiny indentation. "Here?" I asked, prodding into the slippery circle of flesh.
She only groaned for an answer, but a little testing convinced me that I had the right place. I had no trouble screwing a finger into the snug, wet passage, and in no time I was plunging the finger repeatedly into her.
"Ooh, I love that," she said, shivering with lust.
I peeled the lips apart just beyond where they joined and began rubbing the swollen, stiff sprout that had caught my eye.
"Oh, shit, Bobby," Ruthie grunted, her midsection climbing higher. "Harder, you fiend! Faster! More! More!"
My fingers went wild, and she creamed more and more, the thick, sticky juices smelling strong and delicious, the pungent essence driving me out of control.
I kept on and on till Ruthie gasped out, "Oh, no, Bobby! Stop now!" She had to push me away. "Take off your clothes, darling; I want you to be naked too."
I stripped even quicker than she had, and I lay down beside her and stroked her thighs as I rubbed my cheek against hers.
"You're so beautiful, Ruthie," I murmured into her ear.
She took my head between her hands and kissed me on the lips. Her own lips came apart, drawing mine apart too, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth and licked all over inside.
At last she ended the furiously passionate kiss, but her lips again searched out mine after she made me roll onto my back and climbed on top of me. Then, she kissed me with a lust so strong it was ferocious, and all the while she squirmed against me, her runny slit frigging the head of my dick till it ached with a nameless longing.
"Oh, you're ready, Bobby," she groaned. "Now comes the best part of all."
She rolled off me, then pulled me back on top of her. Her fingers encircled my powerful young erection, and she stripped and unstripped the bloated glans of its foreskin time after time.
"You're so ready. Don't you feel how strong and big and mean it is?"
"Ooh, Ruthie, keep rubbing it!" I squealed. "Rub the thing on and on, it's so wonderful!"
But Ruthie stopped rubbing it, and she did something I hadn't expected. She gripped it just below the crown of the glans and tugged the firm purple flesh right to the entrance to the passage between the lips of her cunt.
"Screw it in!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
I thrust every bit of my quaking dick into her, and I writhed fitfully on top of her as I began sawing in and out.
"Ooh, shit, Bobby, I can't take much. Ooh, I'm going to come. You're fucking me so good."
I had to come too. I plunged in her to the hilt one last time, and I emitted a strangled shout of intense, searing rapture.
"Oh, it's strong! It's strong!" Ruthie gasped as I pumped the violent charges of my climax into her. "I'm coming now! I'm coming now!"
Evelyn showed me to the guest room later that night, after Ruthie-obviously pleased with her conquest, the wanton little bitch-had been shooed off to bed. Evelyn even came into the bedroom with me, and I'm sure I sensed right away that she'd spend the night there with me.
"You're a very cute boy, Bobby," she said in an oddly thick voice. "Did anybody ever tell you that?"
I blushed and mumbled a thank-you. "You don't need any pajamas or anything, do you."
"No."
Chuckling, she said, "Or do you sleep naked ... like I do?"
"I usually just wear underwear," I replied in a soft, timid voice.
"Oh? You should try it naked sometime. I like to lie all bare on my back with the covers thrown down and my legs apart and just let my body breathe, you know. You never do that?"
"No."
Evelyn grinned at me in a conspiratorial manner, and her voice was quieter when she spoke again. "About having your legs apart, that's especially important because that's where you need the circulation of the air most. You know, up at your crotch is where you get sweaty and stale more than anywhere else, because it's such a cramped, tight place. And it's where you pee from, so that makes it even worse. That's why you should let yourself really breathe good there as often as you can."
I shifted my feet nervously. I was at a loss for words. It had shocked me to hear her speak of peeing in such a carefree fashion.
She stepped up to me and placed her hands on my hips. "Mind if I show you what I mean?" she asked.
I managed, just barely, to murmur an almost inaudible no.
"All right, spread your feet about a foot or so apart. Yes. That's right. Now just try to stay loose ... relaxed."
Without the slightest hesitation she pinched hold of folds of material at the crotch of my pants and pulled out and down. She did the same at several spots.
"There now, you can feel the freshness, can't you ... your tummy and all breathing easier?"
If a tingling sensation signified easier breathing, then my loins were breathing as free as could be. But it's for sure I didn't say that to Evelyn. The fact is, I didn't trust myself to speak at all just then, so I just nodded.
"You don't look too sure, Bobby. I think I can make it clearer if ... just ... " She unbuckled my belt and loosened it, then undid the catch of my pants and pushed them down over my hips onto my thighs. "Now try to loosen up ... and keep your feet apart."
I was blushing furiously. Her eyes were riveted to the crotch of my shorts; they seemed to be boring right through the thin material. How was I supposed to relax? I'd never been in such a strange situation in my life.
"Now I bet you can feel the air flowing up the legs of your shorts and moving nicely all over your flesh in there."
Again she had to settle for a nod from me.
Before saying another word, Aunt Evelyn reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down. After kicking off her shoes, she stepped out of the panties and nudged them aside with her toes.
"Now you watch me," she said.
Squatting, she spread her knees wide apart, and she pulled her dress away from her knees and fanned up between her thighs with the material.
"See what I mean?" she said. "Doing something like this really freshens up my crotch."
I stood gaping down at her, my pants still hanging shapelessly-and indelicately, it seemed to me-from my thighs.
"Of course, boys are built different from girls between their legs..." She smiled at me. "I guess you knew that already, didn't you, Bobby?"
My blush turned almost crimson.
"Anyway," she said, "that makes things a little different in the ways girls and boys give themselves a good airing."
I almost yelped when, letting go of her dress, she parted the flaps of my fly with her long, slender fingers.
"Ah ... here," she husked, pulling out my tender, slightly swollen penis, along with my testicles. "Quite a lot of hair for a boy your age," she remarked casually.
Evelyn's behavior had reached such a peak of strangeness that I almost began to feel I had to be dreaming. I was able to pretend that what was going on was unreal, and to do so well enough that most of my uneasiness and embarrassment left me. I actually began to feel giddy ... that is, right up to the moment Evelyn wrapped her fingers around my dick and started peeling the foreskin off the glans. That brought me back down to earth in nothing flat.
"This is what you have to do for your penis to give it a good airing where it needs it most," she said, straining to force the foreskin tightly back from the thickening purple bulb. "Doesn't it feel real nice and fresh?"
"Y-yes," I mumbled. The tingling was growing awfully strong.
"Now you watch how it's different for a girl," Evelyn said. She hiked her dress up to her abdomen.
She dipped her hands between her thighs, and in no time at all she was prying the lips of her plump, hairy twat so far apart that I was able to see every intriguing point of interest in her slit.
"Now I work my hips back and forth, and I open and close these lips here as fast as I can," she said. "That's the way for a girl to really get the job done."
She started to stand back up, but she noticed the condition of my penis and instead settled onto her knees.
"Hey, look at your thing," she said. "It's all big and stiff."
Oh, no, I thought, looking down at the rampant hard-on, which had grown so thoroughly erect while I watched Evelyn airing her pussy. The headstrong shaft was now pointing up at a sharp angle.
"Ooh, it looks scrumptious," Evelyn husked, and enfolded my balls in one fist as the fingers of her other hand forced my dick to parallel with the floor.
She leaned forward and sucked the glans deep into her mouth. Her lips tightened around the hard tube of flesh and scurried toward the root, and I joined her in groaning when the glans reached the back of her throat and began angling down into the slimy chute.
When my dick penetrated her throat as deep as it could-her lips were smashed against my pelvis and balls, and they were slopping saliva through the fine, curly hair and against the sensitive skin beneath-I made a harsh, shuddery grunt and tried to thrust in even deeper.
Evelyn started slurping away at the length of shaft in her mouth, and at the same time she started pumping with her head, and sucking for all she was worth.
Almost immediately I came so violently I seemed to teeter on the edge of fainting. Blast after blast of my scalding sperm tore down her throat and she made grossly loud choking sounds as she swallowed every bit of the gluey stuff.
After drawing her mouth back from around my reddened, wet cock, she grinned up at me and smacked her lips. "That was delicious, hon. Did you enjoy it?"
I looked away as embarrassment stained my cheeks. "Yes," I forced myself to answer.
"Well, that's good. And do you think you'd enjoy sucking on me down between my legs that way?"
Just the thought of getting to do such a thing made my penis twitch, even though the raw-looking tube was rapidly softening up.
"Yes," I answered again, dizzy with the prospect she was offering me.
Her smile brightened enormously, and she immediately lay on her back on the floor, with her dress drawn up past her hips and her legs thrown wide apart.
"Get between my legs," she said. "And tickle me a little first before you really get down to business."
Moments later I was settled down comfortably where she wanted me. I began the "tickling" by dragging both my index fingers forcefully up and down through her slimy, fully blossomed vulva, and even this simple stimulation made her moan and arch her trembling legs.
"Oh, you're going to be good to me, aren't you, Bobby?" she said in a deeply guttural voice. "You're going to be real good to me, just like I was good to you."
She started wriggling her bottom against the carpet, and she did so more and more vigorously as my frigging of her cunt became less and less restrained. All of a sudden I plunged a middle finger hilt-deep into her vagina and began banging away.
Inexperienced as I was, I knew she was plenty hot already. I screwed her with my finger for no more than ten or fifteen seconds, then I jerked the finger out and backed up in preparation for sending my lips to the feast of her loins.
I literally buried my face in her fleshy pelvis, and as soon as my lips and tongue went to work she started gasping and yelping in a crescendo of sexual delirium, sounding like some mad, inhuman creature.
"Oh, Jesus, Bobby, you little sucking fiend, you're making me burn up down there!" she raved. "It's more than I can take, you sweet thing! You're going to make me come-oh, right now! Now! Now!"
I plowed my tongue into her hole and I had the thrill of feeling the gooey walls of that divine passage squeezing my tongue and wrenching all along its penetrating length as her orgasm ravaged its way through her.
I kept sucking her, but gently, all the way through her searing release and right up till she regained her senses, and by the time I did uncunt my tongue and sit back up on my haunches, I had a strong and massive hard-on once more.
The youthful flesh-and-blood weapon was put to excellent use again and again throughout the night, and Evelyn so thoroughly trained me in all the ins and outs of ram-action love that by morning I thought of myself as something of a scholar in the field.
I learned a lot more in the following weeks, with Ruthie's help as well as Evelyn's, but I'm convinced that the first evening and night would have been enough by themselves to have had a profound and lasting effect on my future sex life.
2
I got involved with Laureen when I was a junior at the university majoring in pre-med. Anyway, I met her in the cafeteria one day and we sat eating together and enjoyed a nice, inconsequential conversation. Before we left the cafeteria, we had a date arranged for that same evening, a simple date at a drive-in.
Simple? It sure didn't work out that way. I'd hoped to get some pussy, of course-that hope was the only reason I'd made the date-but I wound up getting more action from Laureen than I could have conjured up in my wildest dreams. Only what's important here isn't really how much I got from her but the weird side shows that went along with every one of the main events.
Did I say weird? That doesn't even begin to give the flavor of what I'm talking about. Take the first thing she said to me after I picked her up in my old Ford wagon: "Promise me you won't try to fuck me, Bob." Fuck was the very word she used, and she asked for the promise in a thoroughly solemn manner. I was so startled I wasn't able to give her the promise for at least half a minute.
Laureen had craned her neck and looked in back of the station wagon several times on the way to the drive-in. I had all the seats but the front one folded down, and the resulting platform was topped by a mattress, covered by a blanket, that extended all the way to the wagon's rear door. Moreover, all but the windshield and front side windows were fitted out with Venetian blinds, and there was a drape that could be drawn just behind the front seat if developments called for doing so. It was clear to me that Laureen found the setup highly suspicious. Particularly after I parked at the back of the drive-in.
"You are going to fuck me, aren't you?" she muttered through a pout.
There was that word again. She could draw it and fire it faster than an Arabian manager of a hotel for women.
"Not unless you want me to," I told her. "What do you keep looking in back for."
"You know why."
"If you're wondering what the mattress and all are for, the reason is that I like to go hunting quite a bit, and the accommodations are cheaper here than in motels."
I smiled at the reasonableness of my explanation, and I spent a moment or two trying to remember if I'd ever fired anything more powerful than a beebee gun loaded with grains of popcorn.
"You're not going to fuck me?" Laureen asked doubtfully.
"Like I said, not unless you want me to."
"Well, I don't!"
"Then I won't."
"Just remember what you promised."
I shrugged. I was beginning to think that Laureen had a one-track missionary, and a warped one at that, tucked away in her head.
"I bet you think any girl would want you to fuck her."
Jesus, she's a mental case. She really must be.
"I don't think that at all."
"If you want. . . " Her cheeks reddened slightly. "I guess I'll let you kiss me and hug me some. I know that's all boys go out with girls for, anyway."
I looked into her eyes, with their fascinating jet-black pupils. "If you're going to let me kiss you, then you've got to come closer."
Looking fearful and awfully unsure of herself, she slid gingerly across to me.
"Why are you so tense?" I asked, teasing her a little, thinking maybe I'd have some fun with her yet. "You look like you're afraid I'm going to bite your nose off instead of kiss you."
I slipped my arms around her, slow and gentle. You had to handle these flighty, timid ones with care-and I didn't think Laureen was an exception, even if she did talk and act ... well, strange. After drawing her still closer, I began very gently petting her long, shiny black hair, which tumbled down all the way to her shoulders.
I kissed her cheek, then whispered, "You're beautiful." And she was beautiful, too.
She lifted her eyes to mine, and her lips parted slightly to let out a tiny, kittenish moan.
Very slowly I lowered my lips to hers, and at first I kissed her quite chastely, exerting the slightest possible pressure. When I realized that she wasn't showing any sign of resistance, I allowed the kiss to grow quickly more impassioned, and soon I sensed that she wanted to part her lips and have me screw my tongue into her mouth.
I let one of my hands slide down her back and come around to settle onto her thighs. Already the kiss alone had jacked her up to a feverish state of rut, so I took a chance and pressed my advantage to the full. Because the heels of her feet were propped up on the transmission hump, her thighs were angled conveniently high. And far from balking when I started to move my hand down between her thighs under her dress, she actually obliged me by spreading her legs apart.
Her body jerked involuntarily at the first touch of my fingers against the crotch band of her panties, and she squirmed ceaselessly after I began vigorously massaging her twat through the thin, tight band.
I kept at her genitals with my fingers till a large area of the crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices, then I drew my hand quickly back out from between her legs.
"Why'd you take your hand ... your hand..." Laureen blushed. I knew what she wanted to ask, but she couldn't ask it without sounding immodest.
I climbed over the back of the seat, closed the blinds, then dragged her over after me. "It's so much more cozy and comfortable back here," I said, reaching over to draw the drape, after which I flicked on the overhead light.
"You promised you wouldn't fuck me," Laureen reminded me again after she crawled over the seat into the back. "I only came along with you because you promised me. If you do anything, it's your responsibility."
"Don't worry," I told her in a gentle, soothing voice. "I only want to take your clothes off so I can touch you and things."
I don't see how she could really have believed that, but she offered no resistance to my stripping her.
It wasn't long before I had her naked except for her panties, which I saved for the last just to sharpen my anticipation. I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband of the panties and peeled them off her with tantalizing slowness. She arched her body to help me, and I drew the wisp of material down her thighs and calves, leaving them about her ankles for her to jiggle off.
She had small breasts and small hips, but her body had a beautiful delicacy and evenness of proportion. She struck me as so compellingly lovely lying there on her back that I had to start feeling over her sweet, gentle curves right away.
She moaned with abandon as soon as my hands came to the flinty, bright-pink swollen peaks of her titties, and she slid her tongue out of her mouth to smear saliva over her hot, dry lips. I was so fascinated by her obvious, intense passion that I interrupted my strategy long enough to give several brief, sucking kisses to each of her nipples, causing her to rock fitfully on her bottom and shiver with desire from head to toe.
I stopped kissing the fiercely erect buds of her nipples, but before I returned to exploring her body with my fingers, I unzipped my fly to allow the cramped length of my cock to spring out to freedom. The great, heaving shaft looked like a ruthless, utterly selfish giant, even to me. I'm sure the thing was more massive than ever before, and looking at it convinced me, somehow, that I was due to experience a more thrilling and deeply satisfying bout of plunging passion than any I'd ever before known.
"Ooh, why'd you take that out?" Laureen demanded hoarsely, her eyes shafting into the slit of my towering cock. "You can't fuck me, so-"
"I told you not to worry," I scolded her, treating her a little like a child because the great size of my erection made me feel so totally and commandingly adult.
I set my hands just below her breasts and then began slowly dragging my fingers down over the cute swell of her slightly pinkish, fluttering tummy.
"It's so big! It's monstrous, Bob!" she said, looking at my penis. "If you fucked me with that thing-"
She stopped talking abruptly after I wedged her thighs further apart and jammed my face with bruising force against her crotch.
Laureen groaned like a jungle animal in the throes of ecstasy. Her hands shot to the top of my head to force my face even tighter against her. She pushed so hard she actually seemed to be trying to stuff my head into the throat of her pussy.
I parted my lips, and my tongue snaked into the outer tissues and membranes of her small, nearly hairless, almost immature-looking genitals. After slurping roughly through the musky, juicy red slit several times, I licked up to the rigid sprout of her clitoris and tongued away furiously at the tiny girlish shaft, concentrating especially on its brutally overwrought tip.
"Oh, Lord! Oh, sweet Lord! This is bestial! This is more than a human being can take!"
I bit into the root of her clitoris and licked round and round the blood-stuffed bit of raw flesh, drinking up with noisy gusto the lip-smacking juices that seemed to cling to it.
Laureen reached down to my pelvis and wrapped her fingers possessively around my dick. Obviously in heat beyond all considerations of shame or restraint, she started milking the already achingly cunt-hungry weapon at a savage tempo.
"Ooh, Bob don't fuck me with this club!" she groaned. "You can't; I won't give you permission. If you fuck me with it, it'll have to be rape."
Rape, slimape. I wasn't interested in words; I wanted pussy.
I mounted her then, and what do you know? She spread her thighs as far apart as possible and then drew her knees up to give me a grossly inviting, blood-red target that was literally drenched with her smelly precome juices.
"This is all your fault," she wailed senselessly, and proceeded to guide the apple-sized bulb of my hard-on to the glorious mouth of her twat's sizzling maw.
"That's the way, Laureen," I rasped.
"Oh, no, it's terrible! It'll ream me out, Bob! It'll ruin me! It's just ioo big for me!"
You can bet I wasn't about to put up with any of that sort of nonsense. I was going to screw her, and nothing she could have said at that moment would have stopped me.
The bloated purple head of my prick was already situated snugly against the entrance to her cuntal throat, so all I had to do to plow in was exert the necessary pressure. That pressure was great-even lubricated to the gills as she was-because she was so tight and my bone was so thick.
Ooh, what a fist that sheath of hers was around my penis. The hot, slimy passage resisted all the way, but that only made the penetration all the more rewarding. I screwed my way in slowly to make the special delight of first penetration last longer; but I was relentless, holding to a steady rate of penetration.
I was in all the way within twenty seconds. Stilling myself then, I looked at Laureen's face and saw that it had gone almost dead-pale and that she was chewing her lower lip to a frazzle to keep from crying out.
I wasn't surprised to see the color coming back to her face while I watched. All she had to do to become free of most of the pain was get used to the unaccustomed stretching the lining of her passage was being subjected to, and that didn't take long. Any residual pain served more to spice the ecstasy of sex than anything else.
"Are you just going to stay like that?" Laureen demanded shortly.
I took the hint. Grunting with the animal exuberance of pure physical pleasure, I began pistoning into her with thoroughgoing, fairly quick thrusts.
She bucked up each time I rammed in to the hilt, making my penetration of her deeper still. Soon she began panting and gasping, and the quality of the explosive sounds told me that she was about to come-just as I knew I too was about to come.
Then: "Ooh, Lord, Lord, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she squealed, her bottom flung high above the mattress.
The force of my own release took possession of my body and played with me like a leaf in a hurricane. I was so shaken up that my hosing cock jerked out of Laureen's pussy, so that most of my sperm arced up and gushered down to drench her hair, face, neck, and breasts.
She didn't complain about the messy development, and neither did she complain when I permitted myself the ungentlemanly luxury of collapsing right on top of her. She was still feeling too ecstatic to do any complaining.
Some minutes later she told me to get her purse from the front seat so that she could get some paper napkins out of it and dab up the frothy white gobs of my seed that had stormed down on her head and the upper part of her body.
After she finished cleaning up as well as she could, she put the few unused paper napkins back in her purse and "accidentally" spilled out a jar of Vaseline. The fact is, it didn't really look like an accident to me when it happened, and the way she started carrying on convinced me that it hadn't been an accident.
"Don't let that Vaseline give you any ideas," she grouched at me as the jar rolled to a stop between us.
I screwed up my eyes and frowned quizzically at her. I really had no idea what she was talking about.
"You think I don't know what sex-mad boys like you think about when ajar of Vaseline shows up and there's a good-looking girl close by? Well, I'm not going to let you fuck me in the ass even if there is Vaseline. You raped me in the pussy, and that ought to be enough for you."
Before long, as you can guess, I was "forcing" her to submit to sodomy.
Nor was sodomy the last of the sex acts I inflicted on her there at the drive-in that night. By the time I brought her home, in fact, I'd pretty well drowned or reamed away all the claims to virtue that she'd had in such abundance when I'd picked her up.
Laureen's influence on me didn't end that night, either. For one thing, I dated her many times during the next six months. But her strongest influence on me began after I took her home from that first date. You see, she didn't simply say good-bye and get out after I drove her home; she invited me in-and not to help her with her homework, either.
As soon as I'd closed the door after following her in, she turned around and said. "I shouldn't have invited you in after the way you behaved at the drive-in."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I merely kept my eyes on hers and waited for her to unburden herself. I could tell she had something on her mind more important than reproaching me.
"But I know how all you boys are when you get fired up by being near a pretty girl, and I guess there's no denying that I didn't struggle as much as I might have."
It was only with effort that I managed to keep from smiling at that last. What struggling she'd done had been sparked by the heat of passion rather than by attempts to resist my inroads on her questionable virtue.
"I deserve a spanking for my part in what happened..." she added.
Having gained a certain insight into her personality, I realized that she was making a request; she wanted me to spank her. Of course, it wasn't her style to come right out and ask me. Nor would she even acknowledge that she wanted me to if I asked; I'd have to use "force", of the same sort I'd used at the drive-in. Well, it sounded like a diverting way to spend a few minutes.
"I'll say you do," I agreed with her, "and I'm just the one to give you what you deserve."
"You wouldn't dare!" she yelped, looking suddenly fearful as she backed away from me.
"You don't think so?"
I rushed her then, abruptly, so that she scarcely had time to think about really putting up an effort to get away from me. She kept struggling even after I'd picked her up, but I managed to carry her to a nearby chair and, sitting down, lay her prone across my lap.
"You let me go, you horrible beast!" she raged at me. "Haven't you put me through enough already this evening?"
"You're going to get the spanking we both agree you've got coming, so you might as well settle down and just grit your teeth. If I have to keep fighting with you, it'll go that much harder on you."
Despite my words of sweet reason, Laureen went on shrieking and flailing her arms and legs with furious indignation. She tried with unrelenting, single-minded drive to wrench herself off my lap, but I had little trouble keeping her in place and yanking the back of her dress up out of the way, off her thighs and quivering pink buttocks.
"My God, you're a monster!" she shouted. "I'll have you horsewhipped for this!"
"Horsewhipped, eh?" I said with a chuckle. "Isn't that a rather high-class sort of punishment?" In my mind I saw a Southern belle complaining to her daddy about the impudent behavior of one of her beaus, demanding that the offending lad get his just deserts. "Wouldn't simply running me out of town answer your need for vengeance?" I teased Laureen.
"You can't do this to me!" she wailed, sounding a little childish and somehow more attractive because of it.
The firm mounds of her ass attracted my eyes again. They wriggled intriguingly as she continued to struggle, not so strongly any more, and from time to time I caught sight of the brown pucker of her anus tucked between them. I had an urge to kiss the lovely, creamy cheeks, but I knew now wasn't the time for doing such a thing.
She threw her hands back to cover the plump globes, and I was able to take hold of both wrists with one hand and force her arms up painfully onto her back.
"Oh, no, let go, Bobby! That hurts!"
"It doesn't hurt anything like what you're going to get in a moment," I told her. "I'm going to give you a lesson your ass will never forget."
That made her resume struggling even more frantically than before. But with my hand holding her wrists securely against the small of her back, she didn't have a prayer of getting off my lap.
All she accomplished with her violent twisting and jerking was to make those flushed cheeks of hers jiggle more than ever, spurring me to get busy with what I had to do. And it wasn't going to hurt me more than her, not by any means; for me, it was going to be a pleasure.
Grinning broadly in anticipation of her shrieks of pain, I brought my hand high above her bottom and then sent the palm slamming down against the quivering right cheek. I figured that applying myself to the cheeks by turns would prove more lustily punishing than having at her repeatedly across the dark divide running between them. The howls of anguish she began blasting up from the depths of her throat amply confirmed that view.
"Oh, please! Stop! Stop, you wild man!" she screamed. "You're going to burn the skin off my behind!"
"That's just too bad," I grunted, slapping the succulent, reddening cheeks again and again. "You deserve a whole-hearted spanking, and that's just what I'm going to give you."
Laureen fought with frenzied desperation to get away from the scalding slaps. I poured down on her buttocks, but it did her no good. I kept abusing the ripe mounds, egged on by her ceaseless cries for mercy. Finally the aching of my wrist and the stinging in my palm told me it was time to call a halt to the sport.
"Think you've had enough?" I asked, my eyes ravaging her puffy, raw-looking cheeks. "Think you've learned your lesson?"
"You must be the most brutal man living," she moaned between choking sobs. "I'll never be able to sit down again."
"You'll do more than sit down," I told her. "You'll lie down ... because I'm in the mood for some action."
"You're not going to rape me again?" she yelped, sounding shocked.
"You're damn right I am," I answered, releasing her wrists. "Can't you feel what I got ready for you poking against your little tummy?"
She scurried off my lap and stood glaring at me. "Just because I've got a warm, tight pussy that squeezes your dirty fat thing so good you can hardly stand it, and because you get so crazy-hot for me, you think you can fuck me as much as you want. Well, you'll have to fight me!"
She rushed off into what I suspected was her bedroom, but I didn't feel any need to pursue her at great speed. Her words had been calculated to make me even hotter for her than I had been, I knew, rather than to cool down my lust. She could fight me all she wanted; I knew the truth was that she wanted more of my cock, and I was going to give it to her even if I did have to "rape" her.
She was in her bedroom all right. I found her lying flat on her back in the middle of her bed-cowering there, or so she would have had me believe.
"So you decided it was time for you to take a little nap, huh?" I teased her, grinning, and quickly added, "You know, it's an odd coincidence but just now I believe I could go for a bit of a snooze myself."
After unbuckling my belt and unfastening the catch at the front of my pants, I squirmed sinuously before her at the foot of the bed as I struggled my way out of my pants. My sturdy dick made a leap for her but settled down quivering in anticipation, already fiercely erect.
I looked down at the thick tube of hardened, throbbing flesh and saw that it was literally twitching with lust. With one hand I clasped the shaft and began dragging the foreskin repeatedly back and forth over the jutting purple head. The blunt, smoothly tapered cone swelled more and more with each fresh frigging of the tight belt of skin passing over its sensitive nerve ends, but I kept my hand busy till I saw a thick gush of milky precome juice ooze from the dilated hole at the tip.
I glanced at Laureen and saw that she'd put on a mask of disgust. Her disgust wasn't so strong, I noticed, that she made any effort to avert her eyes.
I had to give her credit, though; she wasn't a bad little actress. The moment I started toward her, her look changed to one of a cornered, defenseless animal confronted by a bigger animal out for blood. She looked as if even the thought of my plunging my cock into her again was more than she could stand. But there was resignation in her eyes, too; she knew she had a screwing coming no matter how she felt or what she did.
"Get off that bed and get your clothes off," I snarled at her, playing along with her pretense that what I was going to do to her would be rape.
She fairly bounded off the bed, acting as if she were afraid of the prospect of my yanking her to the floor if she didn't get busy carrying out the double order I'd given her. She whimpered as she began fiddling with the buttons of her dress, and soon her bare shoulders showed as she began working the dress down her body. She stepped clear of the dress at last and then quickly disposed of her bra and stood naked and trembling before me.
I finished removing my own things, and she watched me and actually appeared to shudder. She might have been looking at some monster about to ravage her instead of me. Again I was struck by her ability to throw herself completely into the role she chose to play.
I started toward her again, my mouth gaping at her succulent charms, all on display for me: the trim columns of her pale, downy legs, the firm, proud mounds of her titties, which hung only slightly toward the fluttering sweep of her tummy, and above all the juicy bulge of her cunt nestling between her legs. She was all mine, and I was going to make good use of her.
"Oh, no, you can't!" she blubbered out as I continued toward her. "Please! Don't come any closer!"
"I don't want to hear your whining," I rasped in return. "I've got a thick cock that's going to go up you hard in a minute, and there's nothing you can say to keep it out."
I grabbed her by the shoulders, my fingers digging cruelly into the mushy-soft flesh. And then my eyes returned to hers and bored in, telling her more certainly than words did of the ruthlessness of my lust.
"Oh, no, don't, please," she begged me. "You wouldn't rape me again. I can't take it again. I just can't."
I cut short her blubbering by yanking her tightly against me and crushing my lips down on hers. Plowing my tongue into the hot, wet depths of her mouth, I felt my aching cock twitch against the lush softness of her abdomen.
She really seemed to try to get away, but dread of what I was about to do to her made her weak. All she could do was squirm in my arms, and that only jacked me up even higher.
I screwed my tongue so deep into her mouth that I could feel the back of her throat spasming vainly in rejection. She was mine-oh, was I hungry-and I squeezed her tighter than ever against me as I ravaged her mouth with juicy gusto.
"Please! Please! I really don't want you to do it!" she squealed the moment I snaked my tongue out of her mouth. "You're too rough and too big-"
I shoved her backward against the side of the bed. She went sprawling flat out with her legs and arms flailing.
She squeezed her thighs together the moment I dived on top of her and my raging cock got trapped in the jaws of the hot, buttery-soft vise. I worked the ramrod length of flesh up and down against her vulva, making more precome juice spew from my urethra and copiously slick down her inner thighs.
I arched my back and then all of a sudden shot my head down and captured one of her nipples between my teeth. I chewed on the stiffened bud with such abandon that Laureen cried out in anguish and reflexively kicked with her legs, setting my penis free.
With a grunt of satisfaction I dropped to the mattress between her legs, my near-bursting bone homing in instinctively on her slit.
I looked into her eyes then, and my own eyes shined at the look of naked surrender staring up at them.
I began an easy polishing motion, tormenting my knob against the glutinous tissues of her slit. My massive, painfully throbbing dick head foraged up and down the tight central fissure of the steady red meat, pushing strongly and stoking her rut as it sought the cringing, ragged mouth of her cuntal throat.
Oh, slowly, slowly did I torment that tiny fleshly ring with my knob, fighting for a while the urge to jab my root into her steaming depths, as I watched her face shed every last layer of civilization. I was determined to turn her into a raging female animal unbearably deep in heat before I was through.
Her body was crushed under me, and I seemed to be able to feel every pulsation surging through her veins. Her eyes were moist under mine, but from sweat pouring off her forehead instead of tears; they were wide open and unmoving, and they told me just how strongly she was feeling the relentless cuntal frigging my glans was giving the gooshy, sucking maw of her genitals.
"Ooh, no, no, no," she moaned, still inwardly fighting what she knew-had known all along-she didn't want to fight. .
Her thighs, which she had raised and squeezed in against my midsection, now fell away in final submission. She could no longer keep up even a semblance of resistance.
I stabbed in with every bit of my strength, and my glans bored its way to the very quick of Laureen's throttling hole with such savage abruptness that a scream tore up out of her throat. I felt my balls bash against the muck-smeared pucker of her ass-hole, and I tried to will my hard-on even deeper into her.
"It hurts! No more!" she howled. "I can't take a stuffing like this!"
The hell with her. She'd take what I had to give her, and if she didn't like it that was just too bad.
I began screwing her with a frenzy of wild action. I plunged and replunged my cock into her maddeningly gripping twat, feeding it to her faster and faster as I hurried toward my climax.
"Oh, God, Bob! Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me!"
But I knew. My full-length, rapid-fire thrusts battered her rump against the mattress, and I could feel her pussy literally gushing hot cream around my cock. I knew all right, and if anything the knowledge pushed me to even more abandoned applications of lust.
She bellowed like a stuck pig when I wedged my hands under her butt and dragged the solid, creamy cheeks wide apart, and she bellowed even louder when, in a rush, I sawed my index finger into her rectum.
I felt against the tough, rubbery membrane separating my finger from my dick pounding in her cunt, and I found that it was thin enough so that I had no trouble frigging my corona through it even as I continued screwing.
I groaned with abandon, knowing my climax wasn't far off. I slammed my crotch violently against Laureen's, shafting my huge erection deep, deep into her.
And then she groaned, and went on groaning, as she worked that tight pussy of hers like an overwrought schnauzer fetching the morning paper.
Juices streamed and streamed from her gorged genitals, flooding down over my hands and slopping against her inner thighs.
Oh, did she ever work away under me. She pumped up that hair-lined meat of hers time after time to give aid and comfort to my prick boring into her. And she groaned nonstop as she flung her head from side to side in fit of deeply felt rut.
My cock was getting fatter in her crushing hole! Oh, Jesus, I was almost there. I could feel my balls tightening and hugging the root of my thundering bone.
Jab and jab again, on and on till my eyes seemed about to pop out of my head.
And I kept raking my index finger inside her gripping hole till the messy lining of the hole was raw and tattered-yet the brutal rectal punishment only made her that much wilder under my pounding body.
My cock was literally stewing in her sizzling, incredibly creamy vagina, which began spasming with near-crushing power as I plunged on toward the finish.
I actually heard my sperm bubbling urgently in my loins. I screwed and screwed, feeding my monstrous bone to that ravenous twat of hers till my very bowels ached with the terrible exertion. It was close ... oh ... it-
"Ahhh, baby! Drink this in there! Man, I'm coming like a fiend!"
Her hands were on my shoulders, and her nails clawed into my flesh, raking deep, long grooves. She drove her hips with unbelievable violence as I fed her cunt gob after gob of hot, frothy cream.
She gasped, and with a jolt of ecstasy she scissored her legs and wrapped them fiercely around my midsection, anchoring my gushering cock in her sucking hole.
"Oh, darling, yes! Now! Me! I'm coming too! Oh, God, it's so strong it hurts! But I love it! I love it! I'm coming, darling! Ooh..."
I raised up slowly, my dick still draining a little as I unplugged Laureen's pussy. My eyes roamed contentedly as I rolled off her. The hair at her crotch, I saw, was utterly soaked through, and plastered against the tender flesh it covered. Even her inner thighs, almost down to her knees, were smeared with her juices and mine.
"It really was wonderful," I sighed, collapsing onto my back. "It was the best ever, Laureen."
"I knew it would be," she said, still panting with the after throes of her rapture. "That's why I fought you so much this time."
"What do you mean?"
"I should be ashamed of myself for saying this, but I'm not."
"What?" I prodded her again.
"It's that I like it best when I'm forced. Girls like that sometimes-or I do, anyway-to be forced ... to be raped. It's the savagery of it, so primitive and wild and strong. I should thank you for raping me, Bob."
I grinned foolishly at the ceiling and said, "It was a pleasure."
She turned onto her side and propped her head up on her forearm. Her face was still deeply flushed, and there was a hunger in her eyes when they found mine. "Aren't we going to do it again?" she asked, smiling just slightly.
I chuckled at her as I reached down to massage my messy, rather tender penis. "What?" I asked in return, wanting to hear her say what I knew she'd say.
"Fuck." She said it simply, without hesitation or embarrassment.
"You're darn right I'm going to fuck you again," I told her, my voice playfully but convincingly harsh, "and if you try to fight me again, it'll go even harder on you than this time. Is that understood?"
"Yes," she answered timidly.
I "raped" her many times during the next several months.
3
I'm sure the slightest provocation of the proper sort would have finished the job of turning me into a genuine rapist at any time after I met Laureen. As it happened, though, the provocation didn't occur till some three years later.
Dad had passed away, and I was living in a roomy and very smart apartment with Mom, who was helping me while I went on with my education at medical school. I liked to lounge around and soak up the sun by the pool in the apartment building's courtyard when I had the time, and it was there that I met Jennie late one Saturday morning. I'd been driving myself so hard with my studies that I hadn't been into any pussy for ages, it seemed like, so I naturally fell prey to Jennie's butt-twitching and other enticements.
It was an overcast day, not really fit for swimming or sunning, so I'd had the pool area to myself till Jennie came down. I heard her before I saw her; she was softly singing some popular tune as she bounded gaily down the stairs from one of the rows of upper-level apartments. I saw her quickly enough, though, and when I did my eyes wanted to bulge out of my head.
She was a gorgeous little blonde thing no older than fifteen or sixteen, though no one could complain about the way her bulgy young figure filled out the bright-yellow bikini that snugly enclosed strategic parts of it. Her hair was short-though not too short-and she had an even, pale complexion and the loveliest, biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen. What I found most winning about her looks, though, was the spray of pinky-brown freckles that lay across her tiny button nose.
"Hi," I called to her, watching her ample buttocks jiggling in inadequate confinement as she descended the last several steps as quickly as she'd come down all the others.
"Hi," she called in return, turning toward the pool ... and me. "I didn't think anybody but me would be stupid enough to come down here on a day like this."
"I don't know about you, but I'm here to get one of those new cloud-tone tans everybody's been talking about." I grinned at her, letting her know I was joking. "Stupidity has nothing to do with it."
"Who's everybody? I never heard of a cloud-tone tan. Sounds to me like you've got a bad case of crazy."
"What's your name? I don't remember seeing you around here before."
She winked playfully. "Bet you'd remember if you had, boy. Wouldn't you? Don't think I don't know your type."
"My name's Bob...'the future doctor,' as my mother refers to me. Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," she answered, then threw out her hands and pirouetted several times. "How do you like my brand new bikini?"
"I-likes its contents, I'll say that."
She giggled in a child-like, captivating way.
"Good enough. My name's Jennie, Bobby boy. Daddy bought me this bikini for my birthday. Can you imagine that."
"Happy birthday."
"It was a week ago. We just moved here last night, though, Daddy and me. He's a very modern father." She giggled again, and hurried to a kneeling position at one side of the rickety aluminum-frame lounging cot I was sprawled out on. "Or else he's a very, very nasty man. Do you think that could be, Bobby?"
I reached out and pushed several unruly strands of hair off her forehead. "I suppose it's possible."
"You're crazy. Not my own daddy. He's just modern."
"Modern while you're looking, nasty when you've got your back to him," I teased.
"Oh ... Does it make you think nasty thoughts, this bikini I've got on?"
"I wouldn't call them nasty, no."
"Well, you want to know something?" Jennie whispered, confidentially. "It does me."
"Maybe it's too tight in the crotch," I said, and tried hard to keep a straight face.
The remark shocked her. Her cheeks flushed prettily, and her mouth hung open as she stared at me.
"Do you realize that you're talking to a lady?" she asked after a moment, trying to sound casual, to dismiss what I'd said with an attempt at humor.
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Jennie," I said, in my most man-of-the-world voice, "but you are a big girl now."
She hung her head in embarrassment, and I took hold of the nearest of her small, delicate pink hands and drew it slowly up onto my abdomen.
"And it's not wrong for a big girl like you to get an itch between her legs now and then."
"I never said ... You have no right to talk to me that way! What I said, I was only joking."
"Were you?" I packed a maximum of doubt in my voice, hoping I could persuade her to share the doubt. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure!" She tried, perfunctorily, to free her hand and draw it back. "You're the one who was doing all the oogling."
"It seemed to me you were flirting with me," I said, easing her hand toward the waistband of my swimming trunks as I caressed her palm with one thumb. "You're a big girl, and it's only natural that you should get horny once in a while ... like in that tight bikini, displaying yourself before me."
"You've got a dirty, sick mind!" she snarled, her entire face going red.
I knew she was in over her head, but you can bet I didn't let that worry me. I only hoped I could haul her in a lot deeper before I was through.
"You do like men, don't you ... men and boys?" I asked. It was an underhanded question to lay on such a confused and innocent girl, but it's my view that all's fair when you're after some pussy. If I could intimidate her, make her afraid that I'd think she was a budding Lesbian if she didn't show me some action..."You seemed normal enough ... before..."
"I am normal," she insisted.
"Then you are attracted to men?"
She didn't answer me, and I wondered if she sensed that the question was a kind of trap. It didn't matter, though; I already had the back of her hand nudging against the waistband of my trunks. She was still resisting a little, but I was pretty confident that I'd be able to get a hand job from her at the least. The resistance wasn't of a sustained sort; it seemed to be nothing more than an indication of her timidity.
I could see the head of my cock now, just under the waistband of my trunks, which was slowly being pushed down. "You ever see a guy's penis?" I asked, continuing to guide her hand.
She tried not to show her interest, but the sudden flushing of her cheeks made it obvious. "I ... no, I ... Oh, please, you shouldn't talk that way." She was disturbed in a way that was clearly new to her-and it was a disturbance I was going to exploit.
Her fingers brushed my knob, making it twitch with longing for more substantial contact. Continuing to caress her palm, I said, "There's the head of mine ... purple and slick and all big and hard because I'm attracted to you."
Jennie seemed unable to speak, but I could tell by the way her eyes peered down at my glans that she was far from bored.
I wrapped her thumb and index finger around my foreskin just below the corona, and at the same time I pushed the waistband of my trunks all the way off the shaft. "How do you like the way it feels, Jennie?" I asked.
"Oh, somebody might see," she grunted, looking around for a moment but making no attempt to pull her hand away.
"No, don't be afraid," I told her, myself taking a sweeping look about the courtyard and along the fronts of the surrounding apartments. "Gloomy as it is this morning, we have the place all to ourselves."
I pressed her hand tightly around my erection and got her started frigging me, dragging my foreskin slowly off and then back over my glans again and again.
There was a transfixed look about her face now, and she kept working away at my prick when I drew my hand away. She probed gently with her fingers, massaging the shaft from the moistened urethra right down to my balls.
She showed no real fear at all, but only the sort of shy respect born of unfamiliarity. Again and again she returned to the bulb, apparently fascinated by its color and the smoothness of its taut skin. Her boldness wasn't even checked by the flows of precome juices that soon began to ooze from the urethra in response to the slow pistoning of her infolding hand.
My lips quivered as I watched her, and I began to groan.
"It doesn't ... hurt?" she asked sweetly, stilling her hand.
"Lord, no," I grunted.
She resumed her tender frigging, and I felt beads of sweat popping out on my brow.
I placed one hand lightly against the back of her head and gently urged her face down near the glans of my ramrod cock. "Smell it," I said, brushing the urethra against the downy skin directly above her upper lip. "Doesn't that do something for you?"
"It smells nice," she murmured.
"You could taste it, too, if you want to. You'll find it tastes even better than it smells."
I maneuvered the aching glans down to her lips, and she sighed and, softly closing her eyes, kissed the very tip of it.
I could feel more precome juices gushing out to drench her lips-and suddenly her tongue came squirting out of her mouth and she licked all over the inflamed knob!
"Oh, yes, lick it, Jennie!" I gasped, pressing against the back of her head. "Ooh, suck it into your mouth!"
"I shouldn't," she whispered, blowing hot air over the huge, hard plum and nearly making me splat all over the lower part of her face. "I know I shouldn't."
With my hand against the back of her head encouraging her, she fought down her doubt about the propriety of blowing me and, opening her lips wide, jammed down and stuffed the whole of my knob into her mouth.
The sweat on my forehead was starting to gather and spill across my eyes. I was anxious to get my cock all the way into her head, and I aided her in the impalement by hunching up with my midsection.
My need to come was intense; I knew it wouldn't take much sucking to bring on the convulsive pumping of my seed down Jennie's throat.
Jennie's body squirmed in response to the rut she was feeling, and I happened to get a glance at the crotch of her bikini bottoms. I grinned lasciviously at the sight of a quarter-sized circle of wetness where her easy-flowing cream had soaked through.
I couldn't help myself; I pumped under her with a greater and greater urgency. My balls were tightening, rising, hugging the base of my cock. My climax would flash through me in moments, I was sure.
Jennie's sucking grew more frenzied, almost ferocious. Her tongue swabbed all around and down my hard-on as I screwed the pulsating column in her hot, loving mouth. All her timidity was gone; she seemed almost as wild over what she was doing as I was wild over having her do it.
"Baby!" I gasped suddenly. "You've earned the load! I'm coming! I can't keep it in one second longer!"
She worked her lips down to the pubic hair that thickly surrounded the root of my penis, causing the head of the bucking shaft to bore deep into her throat.
My entire body quaked as I blasted my sperm in toward her stomach, and my hand at the back of her head--pressed hard to keep her where I wanted her. I made her take everything I had for her, and I listened all the while to the delicious sounds of the jets of my release spraying in furiously and ricocheting down her throat.
At last my cock began to lose its firmness in her mouth, and I reluctantly pulled it out.
"You're grown up enough to admit that you liked that, aren't you, Jennie?" I asked, my eyes on that intriguing spot of wetness at her crotch.
Avoiding my eyes, she only made barely audible whimpering and sighing sounds in reply. She was beginning to feel the embarrassment again, even after she had behaved so brazenly. She was a confused little virgin who was apparently a little ashamed of herself-but I wasn't about to let her feelings queer what I had in mind without trying to do something about them.
I slipped one hand down to her crotch and lightly patted her pussy with the tips of my fingers through the snug band of her bikini bottoms. "Doing it made you feel even more itchy here, didn't it?" I asked.
"Please don't," she groaned, squirming slightly but not pushing my hand away.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jennie," I said, continuing to pat her pussy, more firmly now. "You have no reason to be."
"But I ... oh, I can't think." She covered her face with her hands.
Now was the time to make a decisive move, I thought. Using both hands, I quickly unsnapped the double catches at each side of her bikini bottoms, then I eased the front part of the tiny garment up off her underbelly and lay it loosely over her upper thighs.
I breathed deeply through my nostrils, savoring the essence of adolescent female musk that wafted up strongly now that Jennie's lipped-open puss was naked. "Ooh, you darling," I murmured, on the verge of panting with the lustful thirst I was feeling. "I've never smelled anything so good in my life."
I kissed her lips for a brief moment. I almost felt as if I were in love with her just then.
In a move that was clearly unconscious, she spread her legs wider apart, slipping one of her feet down to the tile that surrounded the pool. Without even realizing she was doing so, she was inviting me to resume frigging her. Her slit lay utterly exposed to me, the pudgy lips quivering in anticipation.
"God, what a tight, gorgeous little crack," I grunted, and placed one sweaty palm solidly over the sopping flesh.
I began to rotate my palm and skid it this way and that, causing Jennie to emit sharp little gasps and hunch up uncontrollably to increase the pressure.
"Oh, Bobby!" she rasped after a few moments, gyrating her butt and pistoning her midsection in sharp jerks. "Oh, do it harder and faster!"
"I want to push a finger into you, Jennie."
Her eyes went wide, and her face paled as she yelped, "No! You'll split open my ... my cherry!"
I hoped to do that anyway, but I shrugged and decided it would be politic to humor her for a moment. Instead of screwing a finger into her cunt hole, I gripped her clitoris between my thumb and index finger and began giving it a harsh workout that made her cry out with commingled lust and pain.
"Oh, Bobby-God!" she gasped. "I never dreamed anything could feel as wonderful as what you're making me feel."
I made it feel even more wonderful. I squeezed the glans of the little sprout and tugged firmly outward on it as I skidded the tips of my thumb and index finger about it.
"Ooh, it makes me feel so funny!" she groaned. "Christ, Bobby, I feel like I'm going to faint!"
"You won't faint," I promised her as I began to inch the tip of my middle finger down toward her ass-hole.
As soon as I touched the wrinkly aperture, I turned my hand so that I could aim properly and then plunged the finger into her as quickly as I could.
"Aiieee!" she howled in agony.
She got used to the penetrating finger soon enough, and before long she was paying as much attention to it in her responses as she did to my thumb and index finger, which were still furiously frigging the glans of her clitoris.
"Oh, my God, this is too much! It's-ah, Bobby, what's happening to me?" She was shaking from head to toe. "Bobby, what-ooh, it's incredible! I never felt-ooh..."
My penis was again fully erect, and I decided it was time for another decisive move. I drew my hand away from Jennie's inflamed pussy and rolled up on top of her.
"Bobby, no! No! You can't!"
My knob was pressing right into her slit, but she struggled out from under me and, scurrying off the cot, rushed away. I threw my legs over the edge of the cot and stood up. Pulling my trunks up to hide my erection, which pointed straight after Jennie's bottom, I watched her scamper toward the stairs. She was clutching the flaps of her bikini bottoms, at her hips, and when she started up the stairs I saw that her face was once again flushed with excitement, and also with shame over what she had done and allowed me to do.
I sat down on the edge of the cot and gazed almost angrily at the towel of my tucked-in cock, which refused to settle down. Feeling sorry for myself, I made the decision at that moment, just like that, to become a rapist.
4
I was sorely tempted to make Jennie my first victim, as you can well imagine. What we'd been doing ... and then watching her holding her bikini bottoms loosely about her crotch as she rushed away and darted up the stairs ... Oh, yes, I thought hard, and I mean hard, about pursuing her and ravaging the hell out of her in some handy, secluded corner. But common sense won out over the lust of the moment. If I raped her right away, I realized, I couldn't help but be the chief suspect even if I didn't speak to her or let her get a look at me while I gave it to her.
I lay back on the lounging cot and did some planning, hoping that doing so would cool my ardor for a while. I decided almost immediately that I'd have to put off raping Jennie for several days at least, and another thing I decided in short order was that I didn't want to be just a common, ordinary rapist. If I were going to become a rapist-and I didn't for a moment waver in my decision to do so-I wanted to be a special one in some way. I was a proud young man, and I had to assert my pride in some appropriately clever fashion.
It didn't take me long to hit upon the general idea of specialization. But should I specialize in blondes, or redheads? Or perhaps teen-age girls-since I've always had a lech, as they used to say, for very young girls? Or what about girls who appeared to be virgins?
It was some time before I had the brain storm to specialize, at least in the main, in girls and women I was, or had been, acquainted with. And I smiled and experienced a new stirring of lust when I thought of who would head the list. First would come Ruthie, the cousin of mine who had given me my first taste of sex. And right after Ruthie would come her ex-stepmother Evelyn, who had helped in bringing me out with a bang. It had been years since I'd seen either Ruthie or Evelyn, but I had little doubt that I could still get into them both, and without using force, if I cared to go that route. The idea of raping them, though, appealed to me so strongly that my dick started twitching inside my trunks.
There would be problems in raping Ruthie and Evelyn, of course. Doing so would involve quite a lot of traveling, for one thing, since they lived in different states, neither of the states being the one in which I lived with my mother. Evelyn had long ago divorced Ruthie's father and in his place married a man about whom I knew little beyond the fact that he was a banker; and little Ruthie was grown up now and also married, to a young dairy farmer who could be counted on to do me in if I should carelessly get caught raping his wife. But I was so determined to rape both Ruthie and Evelyn that I was sure I wouldn't find the problems insurmountable.
Before I considered those problems in depths, though, I wanted to carry out a field test, as it were, of my talent of rape. I was confident that the field test would go well, since getting away with rape is only a matter of foreseeing potential pitfalls and avoiding them, but even so I decided that the time taken up in carrying out the field test would be well spent. Making my initial rape an especially easy one, and planning it carefully, struck me as a very sensible precaution. Get some beginner's experience at rape under my belt, I thought, then go on to more challenging rapes.
Naturally the field test could involve, as my victim, a girl who was a complete stranger to me. I mentally stipulated that such was to be the case, in fact, for it seemed clear to me that it would be safest for me to rape a girl I had never seen before.
I lay deep in thought on the cot for a long time. It didn't take me long to make up my mind that I'd wait till well along in the evening before leaving the apartment and going to carry out the field test. I considered and rejected many places, though, before finally deciding on the university campus.
I came to the conclusion that the university campus had more to recommend it than any other place. It was Saturday, and since there were no classes on Saturdays I knew the campus would be virtually deserted. But I knew, too, that young people living in the appropriate area near the main part of town often cut across the campus on their way home from work late in the evening-and there were bound to be girls with Saturday jobs who would obligingly do so this evening. Perhaps most important, I knew every corner of the campus; I could station myself behind a tree, or behind the side of a building, and wait quietly for a girl who appealed to me to come along, and then I could drag her behind an out-of-the-way patch of shrubbery, or into a dark, inviting hallway, and rape her for all I was worth in perfect safety.
Just thinking about what I was going to do got me so horny that I had to jam my hand down inside my trunks and furiously beat my meat till I sprayed a heavy load of cream all over my abdomen. Before going up to the apartment for lunch, I had to take a swim in the pool's rather chilly water to wash the sticky white stuff off me and lower the temperature of my nuts.
My nuts refused to stay at low temperature. I couldn't keep from dwelling at juicy length on what was in store for me, and when the time forme to get ready to go to the campus rolled around they were swollen and tender and up snug against the root of my penis, which was again as stiff and fat as a frozen leg of lamb. I'd selected the most nondescript shirt and pair of pants I owned, but I couldn't even get the pants on till after I went into the bathroom and beat off a second time, gushering my seed noisily into the toilet bowl. And my horny anticipation of the rape I would soon be carrying out was only briefly, and only slightly, cooled by this fresh orgasm, which was so strong it nearly made me fall on my butt.
By the time I came to the edge of the campus, fog had drifted in off the fairly large lake that sprawled out only a mile or so north of town. It wasn't a particularly thick fog, but it was thick enough so that it made me more confident than ever that I was going to be able to carry out the field test without a hitch. I would have no trouble seeing any girls who happened to pass by my hiding place, yet the fog would make it easy for me to sneak up unseen on the lucky girl I picked to rape and then haul her away and have my way with her. I could even rape her right out in the open, on an uncluttered stretch of grass, if I wanted to; as long as I chose a spot that was at least a couple of hundred feet from any of the few routes that were used in cutting across the campus, we wouldn't be seen. I almost felt like whistling as I proceeded through the misty grayness that hugged the grass of the campus. The very weather was rooting for me!
I decided to lie in wait behind a line of bulletin boards that were located near the intersection of two walks close to the center of the campus. I didn't have to wait as long as I'd thought I might; by the time I'd been behind one of the end bulletin boards for about a half-hour, four lone girls had passed by me-as well as six or eight girls in pairs and almost a dozen guys. I chose the fifth lone girl that came along, because I didn't think I was-likely to get a chance at a more attractive girl if I waited longer.
She was a dark-haired young woman dressed in an abbreviated uniform, a white blouse with ruffled short sleeves and a pleated white-and-pale-green-striped skirt, that made me figure she was a waitress. Having sneaked a glance at her face, I judged her to be uncommonly pretty, with large, heavily made-up dark eyes and a dreamy, faraway look that made my prick stir impatiently in my pants. Her figure was ample, almost voluptuous. Her thighs were lush and creamy-looking, and her titties bulged up in protest against the tight confinement of her V-neck blouse, which ended in ruffles above her matchingly proportioned hips.
I waited till she had sauntered a few feet beyond the last of the bulletin boards, then I stole quietly up behind her and, reaching around the side of her head, clamped my hand as tightly as I could over her mouth.
"Don't fight me or give me no trouble or I'll sink this knife into you," I said in a heavily disguised, deep voice, poking the small of her back with the tip of my middle finger.
I waited till she had stopped her instinctive struggling and come to appreciate the fix she was in, then I told her, "If you're going to be good, just give your head a little shake. If you want the knife instead..."
As soon as she shook her head, I hauled her off the walk and over a low rise to a broad dip in the land that was clear of shrubbery but low enough, and far enough from the walk, to be a safe place for me to rape her.
"That's no knife; that's your finger!" came her muffled, fear-riddled voice as I was forcing her down on the moist grass.
"Shut up," I told her. "You give me a hard time I'll beat you half to death, you hear?"
She was plenty scared, but not so scared as she had been cf the imaginary knife. She started fighting like a wildcat, trying desperately to stay on her feet.
"Goddamn," I growled, getting angry.
I squeezed and then twisted her lips and the forward parts of her cheeks as if the tender flesh were a tough lump of bread dough. I was so rough on her that I could feel her teeth grating against the juicy tissues inside her mouth, and just as I heard her give out a muted cry of pain I arced up my right knee and slammed it dead-center against her ass.
That did the job for me. She was lifted several inches off the ground, and I kept hold of her as she came down face first, her arms and legs flailing wildly but futilely. She crashed against the grass so hard that the breath was knocked out of her, and I was right on top of her, my knees digging into her back.
"Oh, God, you're going to kill me," she groaned softly, almost resignedly, against my palm.
"I will if you try any more crap with me," I told her, and then squeezed at her lips and cheeks again and wrenched her head till her face was pressed almost horizontally against the grass. "Don't try to get a look at me and don't give me any more shit, or you may wind up with your neck broken."
Her skirt was so brief and so buoyed out by the many fluffy little slips inside it that I didn't have to bunch it around her waist. As soon as I backed up till I was straddling her thighs, I was able to see the plump round cheeks of her bottom and the thin nylon of her clean white panties that hugged them lovingly.
Moving one hand to the back of her head and clutching a handful of her hair to keep her from looking at me, I slipped my other hand in among those little slips she had on and plunged my middle finger down between her thighs against her crotch.
"Awnh, no," she panted, so softly that I scarcely heard her.
"Yeah, you just keep your voice down like that if you know what's good for you," I muttered.
I snaked my middle finger inside the crotch band of her panties, then my thumb and the other three fingers followed the middle one in. Her hips jerked involuntarily, but my hand was securely lodged inside her panties and I had no intention of seeing it dislodged just yet.
I frigged her slit roughly, inside and out, for fully a minute, and then all of a sudden my need to start fucking her was urgent. I yanked my hand out of her panties with such impatience that I tore the crotch band right across its middle. After unzipping and giving my straining hard-on its head, I reached back under her mushy loins and gripped the frayed tip of the lower part of the crotch band and pulled it with ripping force back and up and over, leaving her panties in tatters and her twat naked and ready.
The glans of my cock was so thoroughly bathed with precome juices that the stuff was streaming down over the backs of the waitress' thighs. I knew that if I didn't stab the tube of meat into her and start fucking right away, I'd come full strength all over her back due to the sheer intensity of my horniness.
I hunched forward over her and felt the slimy head of my bone greasing down the jungle of plush hair that adorned her mound.
"Ooh, no. Ooh, no," she groaned.
"Shut up," I snarled, yanking brutally on her hair to show her I meant business.
A slight shift of position on my part brought my dick head to the maw of her vulva, and I nosed it between the thick, gaping lips and lodged it against the mouth of her vagina.
She wasn't very moist, so the penetration was hard on her and me as well. Penetrate her I did, though, and as quickly as I could. I didn't even let her whimpering slow me down, but only yanked on her hair a few more times to warn her that she'd better keep the reins on those vocal cords of hers.
Having bored my way in to the hilt through sheer brute strength, I began the real, unutterably delicious work of fucking her. The walls of her cunt hole resisted through plunge after plunge, but after a while they grew so raw and weak and perhaps somewhat bruised that I was able to really pour it on.
"Jesus," I grunted, fucking her like a madman.
I fucked her twice, and by the time I finished the second bout the burning sensation all the way up her was so excruciating that she was delirious, or at least sounded so. Before I left her, I cuffed her on the temple just strongly enough to put her unconscious; I didn't want her screaming or getting a look at my face as I was splitting the scene-and she could well use a rest, anyway.
I had a wide grin on my face, and I was whistling with a joy that seemed pure and somehow almost innocent, as I sauntered away from the limp figure of the waitress. The field test had been a complete success; it had established that I had considerable talent at rape.
And as I turned along the side of the administration building and went on my way home, I found myself looking into the very near future, to the time when I would be using my talent on Ruthie.
5
There were no classes in session the following week, so I decided I'd take off Monday morning and drive up to Ruthie and her husband's dairy farm. And after I finished raping Ruthie, I'd drive straight to the home of Evelyn and her banker husband Carl, in another state. I'd have a vacation that really amounted to something, a vacation devoted to raping the cousin of mine and her ex-stepmother who both seduced me so long ago and gave me such a memorable introduction to sex.
Because I had little money of my own, I had to put the touch on my mother to loan me enough to pay for my vacation trip. She had come into quite a bit of money from a life-insurance policy after Dad had died, so my asking for a loan wouldn't be a real imposition. And I had no doubt that she'd be glad to loan me the money I needed.
I asked her Sunday evening, and explained to her why I needed the money. I didn't tell her the truth, of course. My mother loves me, sure, but there are limits to everything. What I told her was that I wanted to drive out to Las Vegas and spend a week there. I knew she was enough of a Puritan so that she'd consider Las Vegas a wicked city, so she was sure to believe that I was telling her the truth. If I weren't intending to go to Las Vegas, why would I brazen out that that was my 'shameful" destination?"
She gave me the money without hesitation, as I'd known she would. She was very proud of her son, the future doctor, and she'd rarely been able to refuse me anything even when I'd been a child. She didn't even reproach me for wanting to visit Las Vegas, at least not in words. She only frowned slightly as a look of wistfulness spread across her face. I could see that she understood my wanting to live wild for a while, though she clearly found the idea of my wanting to do so distasteful at best.
I wonder what she'd have thought had she known the truth about the really wild living I'd be doing that week.
It was late Tuesday evening when I drove into the little country town of Cole Valley and located the narrow road that led out to a small dairy farm of Ruthie and her husband, whose name was Kerwin. I drove beyond the farm, parking my old Ford wagon far enough up the road so that it wouldn't be noticed, then I got out and walked stealthily back along the side of the road till I reached a clump of shrubbery at the corner of the little farmhouse's front yard.
Being as quiet as possible, I transferred from my coat to the front pockets of my pants the several short lengths of rope I'd brought along, then I took the coat off. If everything went according to plan, I'd have a better use for the coat than to keep myself warm.
I peered through the shrubbery and smiled. Ruthie and Kerwin, who'd only been married a few months, were necking on an old-time wooden porch swing. I watched one of Kerwin's big, hairy hands creep up and milk one of Ruthie's titties through the bodice of the faded yellow house dress she was wearing, and my smile widened. That's the way, fellow, I mused. Get her nice and worked up for me.
Providence was with me that night, just as it had been with me a few nights before when I'd raped the waitress. Before long Kerwin reluctantly drew his hand down from Ruthie's titty and, standing up on the wooden porch that spanned the front of the farmhouse, said, "I got to go tuck in the cows."
"So my breasts make you think of the cows, huh?" Ruthie teased him. "I swear, you give those cows more attention than you do me."
Ruthie stood up herself, and she watched her tall, brawny young husband pass around the side of the farmhouse on his way to the barn.
She moved in front of the big picture window and spent a few moments massaging the breast of hers that Kerwin had stimulated with the milking action of his hand, and she stretched tiredly before the flood of light pouring out of the living room.
Watching her from my hiding place behind the shrubbery, I found myself growing excited. Ruthie was a full-bodied young woman in her early twenties now, and I hadn't seen her since that month of ecstasy I spent with her and Evelyn in my early adolescence. She looked even more desirable to me now than she had then, and I guessed that the old saying about absence making the dick grow longer really was true.
She turned to go inside, and I saw my chance. I hurried around the shrubbery and, going silently but quickly, I crossed the yard (which was not fenced) and started up the steps. As I crept up behind her, she had one hand on the doorknob and was patting her mouth with the other while she yawned. I threw my coat about her head and held the thick material tightly against her face, and I got her into the living room before she realized that I wasn't Kerwin playing a joke on her.
She started fighting me and at the same time tried to scream, but I managed to keep hold of her, and the scream was so muffled by my coat that it sounded no louder than a soft moan. I yanked two lengths of rope out of one of my pockets and tied the coat securely about her head, then I caught hold of both her hands, with which she was blindly and awkwardly trying to strike me behind her, and cinched her wrists together behind her back.
I found the bathroom just off the middle of the hallway, the entrance of which was located directly across the living room from the front door, and I forced her inside before me and then locked the door.
The next order of business was to get her naked. She fought me more than ever when she realized what I was about, but I subdued her by giving her a couple of judiciously placed, solid punches. Not daring to untie her wrists, I had to ruin her dress to get it off her. I tossed it into the bathtub, then I stripped her of her white cotton bra and panties and, after making her kick off her shoes, rolled her hose down and off her legs and disposed of them in the bathtub among the rest of her clothes.
I gave her another solid belly punch so that she wouldn't be able to give me any trouble for a few moments, and then I lay her on her back on the cold, gritty linoleum floor and quickly stripped all my own clothes off, piling them neatly on top of the hamper that stood beside the sink.
I sat down straddling her hips, with the full weight of my torso bearing down on her pelvis and her upper thighs, and I hunched my torso over hers and ran my lips at will all over her breasts, spilling so much saliva over the creamy globes that they soon glistened with the stuff.
Her small brown nipples had stiffened, due to the cold of their exposure, even before I'd started slobbering all over her titties. They were achingly erect now, though, as I sucked one of them into my mouth and began chewing on it.
"Ooh..." I heard her moan coming through the material of my coat, and I knew that she was already thoroughly in heat despite herself.
I gave her other nipple a long chewing too, then I raised my head, scooted down onto her thighs, and began massaging the spongy flesh of her flat, dimpled tummy. At the same time, I kept my eyes on her pussy, and in moments I saw it begin to exude a steady, runny flow of her lubricating juices.
"Lord," I husked in a deep, heavy voice, and trailed my fingers to those pouting lips at the juncture of her inner thighs.
I pushed my calves between her thighs and forced her thighs wide apart, then I looked down at my throbbing prick, which was jutting up from my crotch in a state of massive erection. The blue veins of the shaft stood out in bold relief and pulsated strongly, looking like lengths of living rope. The painfully bloated glans appeared to be breathing, and each time it exhaled, a gob of precome juices gushed over the taut purple skin.
I returned to stroking the hair-lined folds of Ruthie's genitals, and soon I was furiously frigging the lips as I watched her clitoris grow ever more swollen and stiff.
She groaned again and she tried to bring her thighs together, but I was on my knees between her thighs and so she was unable to bring them together.
Suddenly I plunged a finger deep into her cuntal passage and lay my palm firmly against the inflamed lips that surrounded the penetrating finger. Hearing her muffled groans of rut, I began grinding and twisting the finger harshly inside her.
She was so overwrought that her clitoris looked as if it were about to burst, and the sight of her in such a state increased my own horniness to a fever pitch of desire. My mind was glutted with the obscene image of my cock ripping into her. I had to screw her right away!
The gross sucking sound as I extracted my finger from her hole made my dick twitch and squirt a little, a sort of preliminary orgasm.
I hunkered my body down over hers and guided the head of my dick to her inflamed red split. Slipping my arms under her butt, I pulled up hard and at the same time thrust mightily into her.
Ruthie pumped her hips in appreciation of my cock boring into her, and I was so thrilled that another squirt tore out of my pee-hole as I plunged deeper into her.
As soon as I achieved full penetration, I held my cock deep up her and lowered my face to her breasts. I began wetly licking all over both congested mound's, and sucking the tremendously swollen nipples, in a frenzy of lust.
She responded by twisting the upper part of her torso from side to side and pumping her hips violently under me.
"Oh, yes, move," I grunted. "Show me it's good cock you want, not that bumpkin romance you get from your husband. Work those hips of yours for me."
I began screwing that throttling hole up between her legs. My dick seemed so thick and long that I was afraid I'd split her open or else bash my way into her very womb, yet I couldn't stop my vicious fucking, couldn't even slow down.
I could feel my bubbling semen getting ready to explode from my loins. I gasped once, and again, and then I blasted the gobs of my seed against Ruthie's cervix with stinging force. So much of the frothy white cream came jetting out of my urethra that I stuffed her cunt to the gills and the excess sprayed about the root of my cock.
At last I collapsed on top of her and lay gasping and sucking air into my lungs.
A solid minute passed before I found the energy to move again. I sat back and gaped at Ruthie's twat. The blonde hair that adorned it was literally drenched with musky cream, and it was plastered against the underlying skin. My penis had slipped out of her cuntal passage, and my semen was fountaining out of her and forming a messy, smelly puddle between her thighs, a puddle that was spreading quickly toward the cheeks of her ass.
The delicious sight made my cock firm up again.
I found I had no hesitation about going down on Ruthie to finish her off-since she hadn't quite come. I lowered my face to her gross-looking slit and began dragging the surface of my tongue roughly over her flared, tender clitoris. She responded by wrapping her legs around my head and almost drowning me, and she nearly crushed my head when I began licking round and round her clitoris and sucking its glans.
Her muffled groans came louder and louder, and then all of a sudden they reached a crescendo and her legs slowly went limp about my head.
I heard the screen door swing shut and knew Kerwin had come in. Because I wasn't yet finished with Ruthie, I turned the water on full blast into the bathtub to hide the sounds we'd be making.
Ruthie lay in a delirium of ecstasy, as limp as a rag doll. Picking her up bodily and carrying her to the toilet bowl, I lay her across it with her lovely ass thrust up and out.
Reaching with one hand between her thighs, I dragged several fingers through her slit to pick up a good helping of her natural lubricating cream, and I transferred the gluey stuff directly to her anus and massaged it in with the tips of the fingers of my other hand.
"Now I'm going to give you a special treat ... back here," I said.
I prodded at the mucky aperture with my index finger till I had the finger lodged just right, then I began to screw the finger into her rectum. Her muscles clasped tightly, but I slowly penetrated to the hilt.
I started working my index finger in her, sawing it in and out and twisting it and straining with it to make her rectum relax and expand.
It surprised me when Ruthie started responding sensually to the movements of my index finger. As I had her going, though, I took advantage of her appreciation by wedging a second finger into her.
Still she responded as I wanted her to, and shortly after I began to pump into her rectum at a steady, slow rhythm with both fingers, I noticed that her cunt seemed to be panting and that it was starting to flow with precome juices into the toilet bowl.
I kept finger bunging her till she was creaming steadily, then I drew the two fingers all the way out, watching the way her anus oozed along their length and seemed to suck at them.
Hunching up over her, I set the glans of my cock against her anus and then took hold of her at the waist and pulled back on her as I strained forward. The head popped into her rectum, and I heard her muffled cry of pain.
She fought to pull away and disgorge the invading flesh, but I was in and intended to stay in. I sank my penis deeper and deeper into her shit hole, and with my hands at her waist I worked her playing field just as I wanted it to be worked.
Slaaap! I was all the way in, with my balls rutting in her slit.
I groaned as I began to piston my cock in the squeezing fist of her rectum. And she respond en!
Soon her movements exactly complemented mine, each of my thrusts being met by a counterthrust from her.
Sweat started pouring down my face as I worked my throbbing tube of meat ever faster in her gripping bung. I watched the muck-smeared ring of her anus tear faster and faster up and down my cock, and I strained to grin at the way the ring charged after my retreating cock and then scooted fearfully ahead when my cock was jabbing in.
My balls had risen up on the root of my cock. I was close to coming. I could only stand one more good plunge, and I would flood her bowels with sperm. I pulled out till my corona showed just inside her anus, then I fed every inch of my cock to her rectum as slowly as possible for this one last time.
I heard her moaning with ecstasy, and then I had to groan, "I'm coming too! Oh, Lord, am I ever! What a load I got for your butt!"
My sperm shot up from the root of my cock and jetted deep into the inner recesses of her bowels, and the experience was so shattering that I collapsed over her and almost made her slide off the toilet bowl.
After I recovered from my orgasm, I slid off Ruthie's rear quarters and then stood up. It was time for me to leave. I would have liked to have spent a little more time with her, but I didn't want to keep Evelyn waiting any longer than was necessary-even if Evelyn didn't have any idea that I was going to be calling on her. Besides, Kerwin was bound to get tired of wondering what was taking his wife so long in the bathroom, and then he'd break in to find out.
I looked around and saw a small window at the left of the medicine chest. The window was open, but I saw that there was a screen beyond it and that the screen was nailed in place. "Looks like Kerwin's a do-it-yourself man," I muttered to myself. There was my escape hatch, even if using it was going to require doing violence to private property.
I turned back to Ruthie, who was beginning to stir. "Stay put," I told her. "I'm going to have to leave now ... through the window. If you know what's good for you, you'll keep still and you'll keep quiet for five minutes after I've gone. Is that understood?"
She nodded.
"Good. And thanks for everything, hear? I've enjoyed the visit."
6
It was shortly after noon on Friday when I drove into El Corazon, which was the town Evelyn and her banker husband Carl lived in. Houses were too closely packed in the fair-sized, prosperous town for me to risk parking near the one inhabited by Evelyn and Carl, so I decided to leave my old Ford wagon in a supermarket parking lot in the center of town, and I went on foot from there.
I soon discovered that Evelyn and Carl lived in what must have been the ritziest neighborhood in El Corazon, which was a pretty ritzy town altogether. I should have expected it, of course, Carl being a banker. As I homed in on the street on which they lived, I found myself grinning with a kind of admiration for Evelyn; she was a gold-bricker, sure, but at least she was a damn good one.
I headed down the quiet residential street, and when I came to the right address I felt more strongly than ever the confidence that had been built up in me by my unqualified success with both the waitress and Ruthie. I felt downright cocky, and as there was no car in the drive-a fact I took to indicate that Carl was at work and Evelyn was home alone-I strolled nonchalantly right up to the door.
Listening at the door, I heard a woman singing softly in a back room. Evelyn, I assumed, though the voice as it came to me was muffled too much by distance and intervening woodwork for me to be sure-and it had been quite a few years, after all, since I'd last heard Evelyn's voice.
A little surprised at my own boldness, and a little thrilled by it as well, I grasped the knob and gave it a turn to see if the door were locked. It wasn't, and I entered quietly but as coolly as if the house belonged to me, and shut the door softly behind myself.
I stood still for a moment to get a bearing on the singing. Soon I crossed the elegant green carpeting of the plushly appointed living room and turned down a long, wide hallway, and before long I was approaching an open door at the left flank of the end of the hallway. Through that doorway, very clearly now, was coming the singing.
I crept up to the nearer side of the doorway and peered into the room beyond. It was obviously a game room, for I could see a dart board on one wall, and a rack for pool cues on the adjacent wall, and in the center of the room was a full-sized pool table, and there was also an octagonal card table in the room.
There was still more gaming equipment in the room, but it's certainly not necessary for me to put down a full inventory. One "item" I'm sure I shouldn't neglect to mention, though, is Evelyn.
She lay nude on the floor no more than six or eight feet beyond the doorway. Her head was resting on her arms, and there was a large yellow bath towel draped over her bottom. Projecting above her was a sun lamp, under which she was placidly tanning herself.
I gazed openly down upon her now, from the doorway, and I smiled at the odd image of innocence she presented. She hadn't really been a young woman when I'd first known her, so she certainly wasn't a young woman now. But there was no denying that she was still physically quite attractive, or at least she was so for me. Her face showed the lines of her maturity, certainly, but that hardly made it a homely face. And her figure was at least as fine as I remembered it. She was altogether very desirable, perhaps even more so than she'd been when I'd known her years before.
The only thing about her that I didn't find attractive was the platinum-blonde color of her hair, along with the self-consciously youthful style in which she had done it up. She had dyed it and done it up that way, I suspected, out of fear that she was growing old and must do something about it-and that sort of phoniness clashed with the sensual reality of everything else about her. But I wasn't about to let her hair turn me away from my purpose, you can bet on that.
She was facing me as I drunk in the sight of her, but her eyes were closed. Quite unaware that she was being observed, she was still softly singing to herself, and it was under cover of her singing that I crept into the game room and, bending over her, put her abruptly unconscious with a strong rabbit punch to the base of the skull.
I picked her up, letting the towel fall off her bottom, and carried her to the pool table. After laying her flat on her back down the center of the pool table's orange felt top, I quickly stripped my own body to the skin and then climbed up to make the only pocket that mattered to me at the moment.
I was between her thighs, and just looking over what she had for me quickly brought my dick up to a state of quivering erection. I could feel the blood pulsing through the shaft and surging into the swollen purple head, and as I glanced down at it I saw a thick froth of precome juice oozing from the urethra and spreading over the taut skin.
I folded one hand around my cock as I returned to boring into Evelyn's fat, hairy twat with my eyes, and I began almost idly to frig the heavy length of meat, skidding the tight foreskin back and forth over the corona.
She's all mine, I thought, feeling more than a little giddy. She's out cold. I can do whatever I want.
Already I could feel my balls tightening and rising toward the root of my erection, and I knew that if I kept frigging myself much longer I'd start gushering my sperm all over Evelyn. It was hard to stop my hand, though, and even harder to turn loose my throbbing flesh. For a moment I considered willfully emptying my first load by hand. It would be interesting, I thought, to watch my sperm splash over Evelyn and form sticky white trails that would spread out from her titties and dribble off her abdomen down her sides and between her legs right into the very maw of her cunt.
No. I brought all my will power to bear and made myself stop beating my meat. There were too many better ways...
like her mouth, with its full, dry lips. Yes, that. I wanted that, at least for a moment. I'd try not to come in her mouth, but if I did it would be better than by hand, anyway.
I moved up onto all fours over Evelyn, and I leaned well forward so that my dick was twitching very close above her mouth. Then I hunched down and brought my glans against her lips, hoping the pressure would prompt her to open up.
Her mouth, though, remained resolutely closed till I pinched her nostrils shut, and only after I did so was I able to edge my slimy glans in.
"Now suck," I urged softly.
But she didn't, so I simply started screwing into her mouth at a slow, steady pace.
Then I began stroking her breasts and rather roughly pinching her nipples. She wriggled with pleasure beneath me, and the responses she felt were so strong that she began to squirm and stretch, as if she were about to regain consciousness.
Not wanting her to come to just yet, for a few moments I stopped rubbing her nipples and also stopped pumping my meat into her mouth.
It worked; she remained unconscious.
Before I resumed giving her little probing touches of lust, I forced myself to extract my penis from her mouth. Getting a little suck action was undeniably delightful, but I didn't want to get too much; and I knew how quickly "too much" could sneak up and all but siphon the sperm out of me.
I went back to fingering Evelyn's hardened nipples, but more gently and for only a moment or two, then I slipped my fingers down the underslopes of her breasts, over the creamy expanse of her abdomen, and right to the moist, hairy center of her body, which I began to caress very gently inside and out, intending to jack her up gradually and thus avoid bringing her to.
"Mmmmm, Carl, it's broad daylight," she murmured dreamily, her eyes still closed. "What's got into you?"
I smiled at the success I was having, and at her revelation that her husband was a creature of habit rather than of inspiration in the sphere of sex.
She ran her tongue around her lips, apparently savoring the flavor of the traces of precome juices I'd deposited there. Her nostrils flared, and she breathed deeply.
Her vulva started to cream, and the fleshy folds grew puffy and tender and began to throb as I continued insistently stroking them with the backs of my fingers.
"Carl, I don't know what's come over you, but I know I sure do like what you're doing," she groaned.
There was a chance that what I wanted to do next might really bring her around, so I had first to fix it so that she couldn't get a look at me. I gave her another rabbit punch, even stronger than the first one, to pull her well under, then I bounded off the pool table. Moments later I returned with the towel she'd had draped across her fanny, and I tied the towel securely about her head before returning to what chiefly interested me about her.
Hunching on all fours over her still form, I spread her limp legs as far apart as I could, getting between them as I did so. I lowered my face to within inches of her plump, drippy cunt, and the look of it made me lick my lips with hunger. Gobs of saliva slopped out of my gaping mouth and splashed noisily into the maw of hot red tissues and membranes below, and the messy fluid mingled with her own sticky juices. She was so lovely there that I felt, as I peered down into her, more like a slobbering, mindless animal than like a human being.
I set my sweating palms high on her inner thighs to keep her thighs wide apart, and I lowered my lips the last few inches to her slimy, maddening twat.
"Oh, Carl, when did you learn to do something like this?" she grunted, sounding groggy and delirious.
At first I tongued into her split as gently as I could, more to tease myself than her, but then she gripped the pudgy, hair-lined flanges and pulled them grossly far apart in supplication, and I had to start in sucking away at her genitals as voraciously as I could.
I concentrated on her extremely swollen clitoris with my tongue, licking all around the blood-colored sprout and lashing again and again at its glans. I didn't neglect the other delights of her slit, thought; I fastened my lips tightly about her nymphae, just inside the main cuntal folds, and I suctioned time after time as strongly as I could, as if trying to uproot and consume the small red meat slices.
And I drank and drank her copious precome juices, knowing I could never get enough to satisfy me.
I felt an indescribable sense of manliness far beyond anything normal. This was oral rape, yet I already had Evelyn frantically deep in heat. And I knew I'd have her even deeper in heat when I got around to raping her with my cock, which was more than ready for the task. I felt as if I could do anything to Evelyn-or to any woman, or any girl, I cared to select as a victim-and make her ecstatic about it by the sheer force of my virility.
I plowed my tongue into Evelyn's vagina, making her roll her head from side to side on the pool table and literally snort with lust of the most blatant sort. And as I sank the probe deeper and deeper into her, I heard shamelessly gross sounds of rut come more and more often through the towel about her head.
"Carl," she gasped, "I never dreamed! You eat like you were born doing it!" She was still mixed up in the head due to the rabbit punches I'd given her, but it was clear to me that she was having the time of her life.
The feeling of the lining of her cuntal passage clasping my tongue and slipping along it was so exciting that my pee-hole dilated and out sprayed a gusher of sperm as I experienced a not-so-minor orgasm-an orgasm that did not in the least, however, diminish my lust.
Her hole seemed to suck at my tongue and to try to draw it deeper into her. And my tongue did go so deep that her clitoris became lodged up one of my nostrils.
Lord, the smell of her was so fine that I felt as if I'd faint from the overwhelming sensuality of it. My penis began to feel like a molten iron pipe jutting from my crotch.
And Evelyn was even more horny than I was. Where my palms were on her inner thighs, I could feel the extreme tension of her, and that tension increased as she began straining with her hips toward the root of my tongue searing into her.
I slipped my hands off her inner thighs and scooted them up to her titties, and she drew up her legs and squeezed them in against my head as she elevated her midsection and held it shakily in mid-air.
"Carl! Carl! Carl!" she gasped over and over.
I couldn't take any more of the stimulation I was giving myself by tongue-pumping her pussy; I had to fuck her and get it over with or I'd go crazy.
Grabbing her by the ankles, I forced her legs double over her torso, her knees at her shoulders, then I mounted her and set my glans against the opening of her vagina. Pressing my fists against the felt of the pool table, I threw up my legs and sent my cock pile-driving its way in the most savage fashion all the way into her.
'. 'Oh, it hurts, Carl! How'd it get so big? It burns! I think you tore me inside!"
She twisted and squirmed under me in a blind and hopeless attempt to get away from the momentary pain, but all her movements only enabled me to achieve even greater penetration of her.
I craned my neck and looked between our bodies, and I could make out the tangle of cream-soaked hair at our crotches and the folds of her twat stretched brutally about the root of my hard-on, and I could even see my balls smashed against the pucker of her ass-hole. There was a trickle of blood running across her abdomen, undoubtedly set flowing by the terrible thoroughness of my penetration.
"You're hurting me inside, Carl!" Evelyn howled as best she could. "If you don't take it out you'll make me burst open or shit or something!"
But even as she spoke she began to feel a resurgence of ecstasy-if my judgment of her voice was correct-and I was certain she'd experience greater ecstasy than ever before shortly after I started pistoning in her. And it was time for me to start!
I made a slow, steady withdrawal till only the extreme tip of my glans remained fucked up her, then immediately I rammed back in with breath-taking force, making her back skid along the felt top of the pool table. I listened to the juicy sound of wet flesh slapping wet flesh as my crotch slammed into hers, and then I started withdrawing again, even more slowly this time.
But I couldn't continue screwing her slowly. I sank forward solidly onto her, almost flattening her breasts under my chest, and I jammed my parted lips against the outline of her lips against the towel and began pistoning faster and faster into her, yet keeping every stroke as thorough as the last.
I slipped my hands under her buttocks and took hold of the reddened cheeks and pried them apart. After frigging her anus for at least a minute as I continued to fuck her ever faster, I wedged one of my thumbs abruptly into her back passage. I worked the thumb wildly in her, plunging it deep and twisting it repeatedly in semicircles, and using its nail to scrape the lining of her bung just past her anus; I did everything I could with it to make her shit hole relax. And when I thought the mucky hole was as ready as it would ever be, I forced my other thumb in.
Evelyn tried to scream from agony, but the sound turned into a groan of lust before she got it completely out. She slammed up hard and high to help me in my deep impalement of her, and after that she matched every one of my thrusts into her with a thorough counterthrust.
The sounds of our lovemaking-the slap of flesh against flesh, the continuous flow of hot, frothy juices, our groans that grew louder and louder-seemed to fill the room and take on substance. I knew neither of us was far from orgasm.
My own orgasm was imminent. I stabbed harder and harder into Evelyn, and I could feel my balls growing more and more solid and chasing after my cock as if trying to join it in plunging into her depths. My loins were close to the point of explosion.
"Oh, God! Here's the pay-off!" I shouted. My cock sank deep up her, my knob pushed against her cervix.
I started hosing, and I kept on and on.
Then she let out a yelp of rapture and wrapped a fist around my balls to keep my creaming cock all the way in, and she flung her legs out from her torso and began beating her heels against the top of the pool table.
Mercifully, she fainted. I almost did myself, but settled for slumping in a dead heap on top of her limp body.
I showed signs of life again before she did, and I thought of a neat way to bring her around. Rolling off her, I reached down into the rack of balls under one edge of the table. I got the cue ball by chance, and I set it against the mouth of her vagina and used the butt of my hand to force it up into her, laughing at the indignity of it as I did so.
It brought her around all right. In fact, it brought her completely around, so that she no longer unthinkingly imagined that I was her husband.
"What've you been doing to me?" she demanded. "What's the meaning of this? Who are you? And what's this damn thing doing around my head?"
She started to sit up and reach to her head to undo the towel, but I grabbed her wrists-she could hear my movements fairly well, but she couldn't see me at all-and slammed her back down flat on the pool table.
"Take it easy, lady," I said gruffly, speaking in a disguised voice, of course. "Don't make me hurt you. Just cooperate, and everything'll be all right."
"You raped me, you goddamn bastard." I slapped her in the thigh, and said, "You watch your language, lady."
"That hurt!"
"Just cooperate and be nice and you won't get hurt again. And you enjoyed getting raped, so don't try to pretend you didn't."
"I thought you were my husband!"
"And how do you know you wouldn't have enjoyed it more if you hadn't thought that?" I challenged her.
She didn't answer me, which made me suspect that she'd decided there was little point in arguing with a "sex fiend." I was glad for her silence, though, whatever the reason for it; I hadn't driven all the way to her and Carl's place to hold a conversation with her.
I got off the pool table and took her into my arms, holding her tightly and pressing her face-her head, of course, was still bound in the yellow bath towel-against my shoulder. She struggled and did her best to scream-something about being "smothered"-but I had little trouble keeping her under my control. And if she were uncomfortable and afraid, maybe she'd learn to be a little more respectful and a little less inclined to be uncooperative.
I wanted to find a bed. I carried her out of the game room and retraced my steps through the hallway till I came to a door opposite the game room. I threw open the door-and once again luck was with me.
"You and your faithful husband's bedroom, I presume," I said mockingly.
I threw her onto the king-size double bed and then dived after her.
"You're really going to rape me again?" she asked.
"I am, in a manner of speaking."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just going to lie on my back, and you're going to straddle me and fit my cock up you and hump away." I grinned, knowing she wouldn't be very happy about that program of action yet knowing also that it wouldn't be hard for me to make her cooperate.
"The hell I am! If you think-"
I drove a punch into her abdomen, knocking the breath out of her.
As soon as she stopped gasping for air, I asked, "Do you want me to do that again?"
"No!"
"Remember what I told you about the virtues of cooperation."
"I ... Y-yes."
"And do you think you can appreciate them now? Or are you still unwilling to go along with what I ... suggested?"
"No ... no, I'll do it."
"I thought you'd see the light."
I sprawled out on my back and waited for her to feel her way into a position straddling my hips, then I took hold of my cock just below the corona and, with another guiding hand on her hip, brought my glans and the bruised and tender opening of her vagina into conjunction.
"You're all set, lady. Now whenever you're ready, you can start sinking down and gobbling up everything I got with your pussy. And I want you to give me a damn good ride, hear?"
She took her good time getting started, but finally I felt that special little ring of flesh expanding and slowly, slowly coming down, and then the bulb of my penis made a delicious thuck sound as it popped into her and I had to groan at the fresh thrill of going in again.
I placed my hands on her hips and leaned up to watch every bit of the penetration. "Take as long as you want, lady," I husked, pleased by the sight of rivulets of lubricating juices seeping from her and snaking down my dick. "You're the boss this time as long as you can keep me convinced you can manage without being given orders."
Her juices were pouring thickly down by the time she had half of what I had for her, and she let out a moan she had obviously tried to keep suppressed.
She took in the second half a lot quicker than she'd taken in the first, then she stilled her body and a shudder ran through her as her crotch hairs soaked against mine.
She moaned again when she started back up, and I said, "It's not so bad after all, is it?"
She didn't answer me, and I don't think she even heard me. She seemed to be too involved in what she was doing to pay attention to mere words.
After going through a dozen or so grinding strokes, she leaned forward, drilling her fists in the mattress, and really started quickening the tempo of the fucking.
"Ooh, lady, you're doing great," I groaned, beginning to underfuck with quick, short jabs.
I lay back and, reaching up, took hold of her titties and played with them in as many ways as I could think of, my hands working at them with no attempt to be gentle.
She seemed to like the rough workout I was giving the creamy mounds, for she leaned her torso closer to mine, making it that much easier for me to do what I wished to the rubbery flesh. And the rougher I played, the faster she pistoned those strong, curvaceous hips of hers, impaling herself with greater and greater lustful abandon.
Finally she was fucking so rapidly that her entire midsection appeared to be a blur, and I got dizzy watching.
My cock was throbbing strongly from tip to root, and I could feel my nuts tensing and rising. I squeezed her titties with all my strength as if they were my only hold on sanity, for I knew my climax was almost on top of me and I knew it was going to shake me up without mercy, mind or body
"Oh, Jesus, God, I'm coming!" Evelyn shrieked, still pistoning for all she was worth. "Oh ... it's going to be so damn strong!"
I started coming then, and the jolts of orgasm that tore through me made me literally go into convulsions. I squeezed my eyes shut, and I had to release Evelyn's tits so that I could hold onto my whirling head.
"Madame, I have ze suntan lotion you told me to buy. Where are you?"
"What's that?" I snapped, regaining my senses at top speed.
"Only the maid," Evelyn said with a sigh. "I sent her on an errand; she's in the game room. Don't worry."
Slowly my lips formed a smile. So I was going to get a bonus ... No, I wasn't going to let that worry me.
I felt a twinge of regret when I knocked Evelyn out again, with yet another rabbit punch. But I didn't want her to interfere with me and the maid, so I really had no choice.
7
Making as little sound as possible, I crept back down the hallway toward the game room. I stopped at the edge of the doorway and peered through. The maid was standing near the sun lamp and gazing curiously at the messy smears all over the top of the pool table.
She was a pretty little thing no older than twenty-one or twenty-two, I noted, and she had short, shiny black hair and a flawless olive complexion. She was standing with her arms akimbo, and despite her uniform she looked, somehow, untamed. And it was a look that I found strongly attractive in a physical way.
"Madame? What happened to ze-" she began as she started to turn around.
I tackled her before she could get a good look at me; and as soon as we stopped rolling on the floor, I pulled over her head the pillow case I'd had the foresight, at the last moment, to bring along from the bedroom.
The maid was far and away the fightingest of all my victims. She kicked and scratched almost constantly for the first several minutes, and she gave out high-pitched screams of terror one after another. She was such a tiny creature, though, that I didn't feel called upon to "persuade" her to cooperate with me. In fact, I found her spunk quite appealing, since I knew I could handle her with ease. And because I felt free to allow her to fight as much as she wanted to, raping her promised to be especially exciting.
She was wearing a very brief, silken black uniform that didn't even come down to mid-thigh. I didn't bother to strip her of it, but simply worked its skirt farther and farther up as I sharpened my appetite for her pussy by countering her spirited but futile struggling. Before long I had the skirt bunched about her waist, so that her snow-white panties were completely exposed. The panties hugged her crotch so possessively that they seemed to be daring me to rip them from her.
"Nooo ... " she wailed, fighting me more than ever. "Please ... please-oh, no, don't hurt me!" But I couldn't back off from a dare, could I?
As soon as I had her naked from the waist down, I started right in frigging her with abandon. I peeled the lips of her small, sparsely-haired pussy slowly apart, and I began dragging the tips of my fingers over the succulent red inner flesh, occasionally stroking and massaging her clitoris. At the same time that I molested her in front, I applied my thumbs to the shit-streaked oval of her anus.
Otherwise inexplicable little breaks in her struggles made it clear to me that she was growing more randy by the second despite herself, and another look at her clitoris showed the little sprout already quite stiff and swollen.
I was pleased that my relentless fingering of her slit had jacked her way up so quickly, and I decided to forgo further frigging of her anus so that I could apply myself entirely to her puffy sex flesh.
Using the thumb and first two fingers of each of my hands, I gripped one of her twat's thick little lips and began roughly squeezing it and at the same time twisting it this way and that. I kept frigging that single mushy fold for more than a minute, stimulating it more, I was certain, that it had ever been stimulated before.
"It's starting to hurt," the maid whimpered in an oddly resigned voice, and struggled without very much effort to free the flushed pussy lip.
I released the sore lip, and scarcely moments later I'd got up on my haunches and leaned over her midsection, with my face hovering directly above, and only inches from, her genitals. Forming my lips into a large circle, I thrust my tongue out and made it dance suggestively as I gaped at her lovely, juicy red flesh.
"Oh, Jesus, sweetie," I whispered, my tone almost worshipful.
Easing my point of balance scant inches to the left, I slipped my right hand up onto the maid's vulva and began plowing it forward and back, forward and back, my index and middle fingers dragging heavily through her copiously responsive slit. Scrappy or not, she's a hot little thing, I thought, working my fingers and the butt of my palm faster and faster.
Soon I had heated myself up to such a state that I had to change position again-and she changed position too, of her own accord!
Snuggling up as closely as she could against my chest, with her doubled-up legs splayed wide and her pussy jammed against my abdomen, she felt my palms gliding down over her hips and grunted, "Oh, get your hands between ... between..." Her voice died then; she couldn't bring herself to brazen out what her body knew she wanted.
The enormously swollen glans of my penis gave a single, long throb of such jarring strength that I nearly tumbled off the maid. Savagely powerful waves of desire churned up and down my finger-thick urethra, and I wasn't any too sure I'd be able to hold off squirting out the thick, slimy jets of my release while I continued to stroke the maid's rut.
All of a sudden my urethra spasmed and convulsed more strongly than ever, and copious spills of precome juices bubbled out to inundate every square inch of the surface of my cock's bulb.
"Ooh, zees is magnifique?" the maid squealed, and panted as she frictioned her genitals against my abdomen.
"Christ, sweetie, I'm going to come if you keep whipping it like that," I groaned, thrilled that she was enjoying herself so thoroughly and with such abandon.
"It's too good to stop!"
"If you only knew how hard you're making my cock ... "
"Ooh, boy!" the maid yelped, suddenly halting her rabid sliding movements and jamming her tail still more forcefully against me. "Ooh..."
I hunched up to give her more "elbow" room, and she resumed pumping away, swinging and swinging her tense-cheeked buttocks.
"Zees is crazy! I must be crazy! Do you feel-ooh, it is heaven! Dieu! I'm pushing into your belly button with-oh, mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! I'm pushing and pushing my ... my-oh, Maman! Oh, Maman!"
I found it exciting in the extreme to hear her talk so lustfully. My penis was provoked to buck and gyrate and to burn with the congestion of the hot blood thundering through its ramrod length and breadth. I actually shuddered with the intensity of my desire; and several fresh surges of white-hot slime washed over the head of my aching shaft.
At last I managed to exert enough control over myself to slide my tightly hugging hands down over the firm, rubbery cheeks of the maid's ass, and as soon as I sensed that I had my middle fingers aligned just so relative to her back entrance, I sawed at her anus with a murderous double-barreled action that carried both fingers past the summarily torn and breached pucker and deep, deep up her.
"Aii, Dieu, you've killed me!" she howled, her mucky insides flashing a message of agony to her recoiling mind. "Why must you treat me zees terrible way?"
My response was to drill my fingers even deeper into her. And I brought my thumbs into play as well, gripping her cheeks with a vengeance, and began bringing sustained and ruthless pressure to bear toward working my embedded fingers farther and farther apart, till at length her rectal mouth grinned down a lipless, tortured smile, the gaping aperture looking as if it had just given birth to a spatula.
"Oh, no, merde, you're killing me-but I like it! Boy, how I-oh! Oh! It's happening! It's happening! Ah ma con..."
She kept her twat jammed against me for a long time as a tremendous shudder went through her on and on, but at last she sighed and settled down against the floor, her sopping flesh producing a drawn-out sucking sound as it was pulled away from the area about my belly button.
Craning my neck, I looked down between our torsos and saw that her twat was deeply flushed under its covering of silken black hair and appeared to droop between her thighs in a runny state of satisfaction and relaxation, with the thick, bruised length of her clitoris slowly losing some of its fierce tension.
"You're beautiful," I whispered hoarsely, then shifted my eyes to the stiff tube of meat jutting out with intense hunger from my crotch.
She lay flat on her back now, and I fitted the length of my prick over her hot slit so that the pulsating shaft was smashed against my abdomen. And she thrilled me, even now, by making gentle, exciting movements with her cunt.
No, I couldn't stay this way or I'd come! My dick was as erect as it ever would be, and now I elevated my rump and felt the creamed-over cylinder spring for what it craved so desperately.
I probed through her slit with the glans, then I took hold of the thick, throbbing root to get it aimed properly, and I fairly barreled my midsection downward.
"Aiieee!" she screamed, feeling my dick rip through her maidenhead and jab on into the depths of her vagina.
She was a cherry! Or at least she had been, and that came as something of a surprise after the way she'd been carrying on with me.
So it had taken me to come along and pop it for her ... Horny as I was, I nevertheless almost snickered. Old Carl sure can't be much of a man, I mused, leaving it to me to do his work for him.
"Oh, you're an angel, sweetie!" I exclaimed, my loins sizzling with lust due to the way her brutally penetrated hole throttled my dick from tip to root.
I started screwing her right away, and I jabbed my meat into her with steadily increasing speed. I found myself actually foaming at the mouth, so grossly jacked-up was I by the fresh howls of anguish she emitted each time I fucked in to the hilt. I wanted to torture her tight, viciously deflowered passage! I wanted to enslave her with my cock, to make her loins cringe under the ruthless strength of my virility!
Scream, you little virgin bitch! I'm going to fuck you like you'll never be fucked again!
"Aii, nooo!" she cried, her hips jerking back and forth under me, fighting my impalement of her. "You're hurting me bad! Please quit doing it!"
Unmoved by her cries, I gave it to her faster and faster, plowing my bone into her as savagely as I could. I hunkered forward slightly so that the length of my iron-hard flesh being fed again and again to her vagina pushed strongly against her clitoris, but the stimulation was too powerful; she reacted by fighting all the harder to get out from under me.
"That's the way, sweetie: fight me with everything you got!" I bellowed, a tremulous, wet-lipped grin of utter triumph slapped across the bottom of my face. "Just keep it up, 'cause it helps me give it to you better and better!"
I was fucking her so rapidly I was sure the skin was being flailed and friction-burnt off my cock. But I couldn't slow down; I had to pour the fucking on with every bit of my strength. I could feel the juices in my loins simmering with the violence of my lust, and I had to keep driving and driving toward the orgasm that would grab me round the middle like a giant's fist and squeeze all those juices out of me.
"Dieu en ciel, you've got to stop! It hurts so much I can't stand it!" the maid pleaded vainly.
"Yeah, I like that; beg me, bitch," I groaned, giving everything I had to fucking her as savagely as possible.
I had to suck air into my lungs as rapidly as I pounded my aching erection into her, or I'd have fainted due to oxygen starvation. I was demanding more of myself than ever before, and the terrible expenditure was sending fire not only through my loins and my lungs but throughout my body. I was in a state of uncontrollable rut that was relentless in what it made me do to myself and to the maid.
And all of a sudden I knew I was on the verge of coming. I screwed into the maid's abused hole at breakneck speed, my cock a wild thing tearing at the slick inner walls of her without mercy. And there it was! There it was! I was hosing her vagina, gushering great gobs of cream into her parched tissues till my bowels started hurting, so thorough and exhausting was the rapid-fire ejaculation.
My cock was almost as red as a beet when I finally pulled it out of her, its angry-looking, dilated pee-hole still spewing hot, frothy come in trickles and slow, insubstantial spurts. The puffy, tender cylinder of flesh appeared to be fatter at the middle than at either the corona or the root, and I could tell it badly wanted more action despite the strength of the orgasm I was still experiencing.
As soon as sperm had stopped coming from the tip of my cock, I stood away from the maid and forced her to roll over and lie face down, then I got back between her legs, with her trim white buttocks staring tantalizingly up at me.
"Round two's going to be a little different, sweetie," I husked; "I'm going to give it to you in your pretty rear end."
"Oh, no, please, you wouldn't," she blurted, terrified. "I couldn't stand ... you know ... oh, please..."
Far from being inhibited by her fear, I was even more determined to carry out my plan. I pushed her thighs wide apart, then I lay over her and prodded the great purple head of my cock into the dark, narrow divide between the cheeks of her ass. My knob contacted the tiny pucker of her anus, and I sighed in anticipation of the delight that was soon going to be mine.
Sliding my palms up her thighs, I gripped the slim, firm columns so tightly that the tips of my fingers dug into the downy white flesh.
"Oh, you're hurting me," she whimpered. "Don't you have any feelings?" Panting as I began to apply pressure at her anus, she squealed, "Please, mister, you know I can't take it back there!"
But I knew she could take it, and I began proving that fact. Straining mightily, I worked my glans relentlessly against her ass-hole, and presently the hard, rounded purple cone popped into her and the shaft began slowly penetrating her, forcing its way deeper and deeper into the tight, mucky passage.
Soon my loins were pressing forcefully against the maid's butt, with my dick thrust solidly up her rectum.
"Aiieee!" she screamed through the thin material of the pillow case as the last of the penetration was rapidly completed, and she fought desperately, swinging her bottom in a wide arc in a futile attempt to rid her bung of my throbbing flesh.
I had screwed in to the hilt, and now the maid was inescapably anchored under me, impaled to the depths of her rectum by my cruelly thick cock. Gasping and panting with delight, I ground my teeth together and began sawing in and out with vigorous, slashing lunges that tore relentlessly at the lining of the throttling hole. My fingers gripped her thighs more firmly than ever, squeezing savagely into the yielding flesh as I fed her my meat again and again-and harsh, rasping groans ripped out of her throat in time with my fucking action as she continued to struggle beneath me.
I splayed her cheeks wide apart, my thumbs digging into the flushed split, and I strained up from my hips and tipped my head down to watch with lustful fascination the throttling ring of her anus tearing up and down my cock.
Suddenly I slammed my whole body against her and once more sank my cock deep up her, and I felt the thick mat of my pubic hair teasing the delicate inner flesh of the mounds of her ass.
As the force of my deep, jarring plunge all but crushed her against the carpet, the maid cried out at the top of her lungs in reaction to the agony lashing at the sensitive lining of her rectum. She thrust her legs as far apart as she could in an attempt to enlarge her rectum and thus take some of the bite out of the excruciating pain. She even tried, quite in vain, to clench her buttocks and prevent me from plowing still deeper into her.
"No, no, it's terrible! It hurts terrible! I can't stand it!" she cried. "Mister-oh-I tell you it's killing me!"
Her whole body began to writhe violently beneath me as she cried, but no response she could have made would have stopped me from shafting her deliciously snug rectum.
"Oh, mister, please! Please!" she wailed as I spread her cheeks even farther apart and drilled my cock into her with all the strength I could bring to bear.
She began groaning in anguish without letup the moment I resumed pistoning my cock in her, fucking her rectum at a rapidly accelerating pace.
Her body literally went wild, at least insofar as it could considering that she was both pinned and staked beneath me. Her limbs flailed this way and that, and her entire midsection gyrated with incredible strength. But I was relentless; I jabbed and jabbed into her, scarcely paying attention to her pathetic movements.
"Ooh, you sweet angel," I groaned, feeling the slick walls of her bung squeezing my cock as they rode its charging length.
I could feel the warm mush of her slit flowing about my pounding bone. My fucking action had worked the stuff to a smooth, thin consistency, and it felt like heated whipped cream serving to lubricate her rectum.
I saw that her head was now rolling from side to side in response to the pain still flashing through her because of the wild ride I was giving her. She raised her calves, then reached up and back and clasped her ankles, and she made her buttocks tilt forward to align her rectum more cooperatively with respect to my cock. Fighting me got her nowhere, so she could only help me in my brutal work and hope that I would come that much sooner.
My cock was expanding inside her, so much so that it felt as if it were going to burst. My balls slapped furiously against the cringing folds of her pussy time after time, and I knew it wouldn't be long before my sperm started gushering far up into her bowels.
No, not long! I groaned almost deliriously, and I was spewing out the sizzling cream in great, thick jets that went on and on, stinging the length and breadth of my urethra with their strength.
After resting for some minutes to recover my strength, I was about to knock the maid out and return to Evelyn when I heard the door slam shut.
"I'm home ... Mother!" came a girlish voice.
I did knock the maid out, and as I got quickly to my feet I found myself thrilling to the realization that I was going to get another bonus.
I hadn't known Carl had a daughter, and now I felt a little guilty about what I'd earlier thought of him. "I take it back, Carl old boy," I said to myself, and grinned lasciviously in anticipation of trying out his daughter. "You're a fine fellow in my book."
8
Leaving the maid unconscious on the floor of the game room, I made my way quietly to the door and peered stealthily down the hallway.
"Mother, where are you?" the girl called, her voice slightly tremulous now. "Mucette...? Isn't anybody home?"
She had crossed the living room and started up the hallway. In a few moments she came to the open door of the bedroom in which Evelyn was still lying unconscious. "Oh, my God," she whispered sharply, her face paling.
Realizing that she was too distracted to notice any relatively quiet sounds coming from farther down the hallway-or from anywhere except the bedroom, for all her attention was focused on Evelyn's limp figure-I sneaked up behind her and then quickly grabbed her in a vise-like squeeze, clamping one hand over her mouth. "Don't scream. She's all right," I said in my disguised voice, and asked, "Who are you?"
Slowly I uncovered her mouth, and her voice was tinged with terror when she replied, "My name's Kimberly. She's my stepmother. Who are you?"
"Where have you been? Where are you coming home from?" I asked, ignoring her question. "Not at school; there is no school this week."
"No. I stayed the night with my girl friend."
"Your father's not going to be coming in right away? He's at work?"
"Sure. I guess. Why?"
"How old are you ... Kimberly?"
"I'm sixteen. Who are you? What did you do to my stepmother?"
"I told you she's all right. You'll find out what I did to her ... "
I made her take off her thin yellow sweater, and I spread the garment over her short, fluffy red hair and took the time to tie it very securely about the upper part of her head, so that her eyes and most of her nose were tightly covered but her mouth and her nostrils as well remained exposed.
Pulling her back roughly against me to keep the fear of the Lord in her, as it were, I felt my penis stirring against her as I slipped my hands back up past her small, pointy breasts and went to work undoing the tiny white buttons that extended down her front from the collar to the waist of her short-skirted pink casual frock. After spreading open the front of the dress, above her waist, I moved my hands inside the flaps of thin material and around to the fastening of her padded white cotton brassiere between her shoulder blades. I worried the fastening till it came undone, then I jerked the brassiere off her and threw it to the carpet just inside the bedroom.
Her little titties were exposed now, of course, and I immediately cupped the warm, slightly sweaty mounds and began massaging their springy flesh. I paid particular attention to her unusually plump nipples, dragging my palms vigorously against them till they stood out in a flinty state of erection.
Giving out a sigh of growing desire, I spun her around and then tipped her face up and jammed my lips down against hers. While I kissed her, I drew her dress off her shoulders and down her arms and torso, and I released it at her waist.
The dress puddled at her feet, and I lifted her clear of it and then rolled her girlish white cotton panties into a band about her thighs. Moments later I had her completely naked.
Still kissing her, I led one of her hands to my cock and made her grasp the hardening tube of flesh and fondle it. She gasped against my lips as she felt of the heavy flesh, but it didn't take me much coaxing to get her to begin a delightful frigging. I even made her cup my balls with her other hand, and these she very gently manipulated without the slightest prompting.
"Jesus, no more," I exclaimed abruptly, pushing her hands away from my cock.
Angling down my circling arms, I dug my fingers into the spongy flesh of her smooth, round buttocks. At the same time I pulled her against me, and I bent my legs and spread my knees well apart so that my cock nosed between her thighs and snuggled against the down that adorned the tight, rubbery flanges of her slit. I moved the hard column of flesh against her there with tantalizing slowness, and I felt her slippery moisture and the warmth radiating from her responsive young loins.
Then I pressed even closer against her, and the glans of my throbbing penis moved between her thighs and brushed against the cringing pucker of her anus.
"I want to fuck you bad," I rasped.
"Oh, no, please, you can't," she whimpered. "I've never ... ever..."
"Honey, you got nothing to worry about; I'm going to treat you like a princess ... nice and easy as can be. You're going to have the time of your life, and that's a promise."
I forced her to walk backward to the bed, and I lowered her to her back on it beside Evelyn, who still lay unconscious.
Settling my own body gently on top of hers, I whispered straight into her ear, "You just wait till I start in, honey pie. You won't be able to walk for days afterward, but I'm going to make you experience thrills that'll make your eyes bulge out."
"Oh, please, I wish you'd just leave me alone," Kimberly moaned softly, squirming involuntarily under me.
I pressed my lips against hers once more, and I rubbed sensually against her as I wedged my hands between our thighs and began stroking my cock.
Soon I swept my lips away from hers, over her chin and down across her neck and on to her congested, pear-shaped titties. Her fat pink nipples were already swollen to a state of intense erection, yet I began licking them repeatedly and even giving them quick little bites, making the girl squeal with commingled pleasure and pain.
Then I swept my lips down even farther, sliding over her thighs as I did so. My lips started across her flat, solid little tummy, and for a moment I probed at the cute little indentation of her belly button with the tip of my tongue.
Her belly button, though, was hardly enough to satisfy me; it only sharpened my taste for the sweeter hollow a few inches beyond it. I forced my hands under her buttocks and lifted the trim, firm little mounds, and my tongue snaked out again and suddenly darted between the lips of her vulva and deep into the buttery softness of her slit.
"Ooh ... my..." she groaned, her entire midsection squirming provocatively under me.
I licked away in her slit for long minutes, and I captured her clitoris between my lips and sucked it up into my mouth. I lashed my tongue against its glans time after time, making the juice-coated little sprout swell into a state of full, quivering erection.
At last I moved back up over her, my thighs pressing hers farther and farther apart as I went.
Her genitals were very wet, and the petals seemed almost to sag apart in invitation of what I had for her. Tight and youthfully tender as her pussy certainly was, it was clearly ready to be crammed full of the hard tube of my meat.
My determination made my cock irresistible; it burst through the thick wet membrane of her cherry with brutal strength, sending up a spray of blood that peppered the length of my shaft and all but drenched my pubic hair. Through the fragile barrier, my cock stretched the walls of her vagina as it plunged deeper and deeper into her, the glans finally bashing against the protuberance of her cervix.
Kimberly's mouth had shot wide open and she had given out a blood-curdling scream of agony, and she screamed again when my pelvic bone slammed at full force against hers.
My testicles were jammed between the mounds of her bottom, snuggling right against the shit-coated aperture of her anus. The tight-skinned sac didn't stay there long, though.
I set right about pistoning the full length of my dick in her throttling passage, working it in and out continuously, faster and faster.
Wedging my hands under her knees, I made her legs double up as I arced them up and back. I pressed them down over her torso so that her titties were smashed flat against her chest, and I thrilled to the promise of this position that enabled me to fuck her to the best advantage.
I slipped one hand down and drove it between the upper parts of our loins. Even as I continued to ram my pud into her, I felt between the lips of her genitals, near the forward juncture of the rubbery wet folds, till I located her clitoris. I squeezed the slippery little bud of sensitivity between my thumb and index finger, and I began massaging it as vigorously as I could to work it up to an even more feverish pitch of lascivious hunger. I kept frigging the terribly swollen sprout throughout the punishing bout of fucking I was subjecting her to.
Listening to the noisy, sloppy sounds of my meat repeatedly penetrating her, I pressed my lips briefly against hers for the third time and then hunched up and strained to get my lips down to her breasts. I dragged the rough surface of my tongue again and again over each of her nipples in turn, then I ground my teeth into the gristly peaks so forcefully that blood actually began to trickle down from them.
On and on I screwed her, doing my best to sink my penis root-deep with every thrust. My climax was homing in on me, and the only thing that mattered was making sure that it would turn out to be as potent as possible. I was feeding my meat to her cunt so rapidly already that I had the feeling our loins were on the verge of being welded together by the intense heat of the friction being produced.
And I kept on frigging her clitoris without mercy, twisting the hard sprout as strongly as I could, and skidding the tips of my thumb and index finger furiously about its glans. So intense was the stimulation I gave her clitoris, in fact, that she actually came before I did.
She bucked up hard under me, and she gasped and panted in a delirium of rapture as she shuddered in response to the orgasm about to rip through the spasming wet tissues and membranes of her cunt.
"Ooh, it's good! It's so good! Push it in as hard as you can! Oh, I'm about to do it! I am! Oh! Oh! I'm coming!"
She bucked still higher under me, and she shivered and panted with searing rut, her fire-breathing genitals convulsing violently about my driving cock.
All of a sudden a throat-stinging gasp blasted its way out of me, and I knew I was about to achieve my climax right on the heels of hers. My cock was going like a jack hammer out of control in her twat-but then my whole body went dead still with the shaft of my sex flesh stuffed in to the hilt. I gasped and I started hosing my sperm all over her cervix, my pee-hole dilated to a painful extent and my cock jerking fitfully as the frothy cream was spewed violently into her. Sensations of the most profound ecstasy swept through me like great emotional waves, and I grunted and sighed in appreciation and then at last collapsed on top of her and lay deliciously lost in what I was feeling, for the moment utterly satisfied.
Several minutes later, I asked Kimberly, "Have you ever gone down on a girl?"
"Gone ... down? I'm not sure I know what you mean."
I rolled off her and explained, "Licked a girl's pussy? Sucked it and all?"
"Are you crazy?" she retorted, her cheeks flushing below the sweater blindfold due to embarrassment at the thought of doing such a thing.
"No, I'm not. And you think about how you'd like doing it, because that's what you're going to be doing to your stepmother in about one minute from now."
"I am not!"
Leaning up over her, I pinched both her inner thighs at the same time, and I said, "You want me to keep doing this?"
"No! It hurts!"
The threat of being pinched again was enough to put her in a cooperative mood, and with my help she was soon on her calves between Evelyn's legs, with her head tipped low over Evelyn's crotch.
"How do you like that smell?" I asked.
"You're perverted!" Kimberly exclaimed, trying to sound disgusted though I don't think she really was.
Placing one hand on the back of her head, I forced her lips still closer to the hair-lined ones that framed Evelyn's slit. Gaping at the lovely red flesh, I said, "Now get your tongue down into it and start licking."
With the fingers of my free hand I began feeling over the spongy purple head of my hardening cock, while at the same time I caressed around the flared corona with the tip of my thumb, causing the heavy tube of flesh to jerk in lascivious appreciation. Soon I gripped my foreskin and started peeling and unpeeling it, and I had to groan at the delightful sensations I was giving myself, which were strong enough so that thick gobs of precome juices gushed over my glans already.
Kimberly lowered her lips to Evelyn's vulva and somewhat gingerly kissed the pulpy flanges of cuntal flesh. Satisfied that she wouldn't be bitten by the moist maw, she squirted her tongue in and began tasting the pungent musk.
Hearing Evelyn begin to moan softly as she was roused from unconsciousness, and seeing her hips commence a slow, rhythmical pumping below Kimberly's head, I grinned broadly in satisfaction that my idea had borne fruit.
Kimberly licked each of the thick, hair-fringed cuntal folds in turn, then she probed deep between them, licking almost furiously now.
Evelyn's slit soon grew very wet, and she speeded her hips, not only pumping them but now gyrating them as well.
Kimberly located her stepmother's clitoris with the tip of her tongue. She licked at the glans of the puffy little organ, which was already gorged with blood, and Evelyn gave out a ragged groan of lust as her loins twitched strongly on the edge of going into convulsions.
Now Kimberly twirled her tongue about the swollen red sprout, causing Evelyn to thrust up so quickly that her entire vulva was forced into Kimberly's mouth. Kimberly didn't pull up, though; instead she drilled her tongue as deep as she could into Evelyn's vagina.
She moved her hands in slow caresses on Evelyn's hips and upper thighs for a minute or two, then the girl forced her stepmother's legs far apart to give her tongue increased opportunity to explore the sopping flesh that was now completely at her mercy.
I groaned almost at the top of my lungs as I felt more precome juices surging over my glans. Drawing my fingers away from my achingly erect cock-and also taking my other hand away from the back of Kimberly's head-I hurried to a position round behind Kimberly's outthrust bottom, with my feet on the floor so that I was standing bent forward at the foot of the bed.
I spread her thighs a little farther apart and then kissed up the inner side of the left one till my lips came to her slit. I probed into the slick tissues and membranes with my tongue, and she groaned against Evelyn's cunt and began rotating her hips and pushing back at me. With my thumbs I peeled apart the folds of her vulva, thoroughly exposing her inner flesh and enabling me to make my tongue action more rewarding for her as well as myself.
Suddenly I jammed my lips against her and commenced sucking her lubricating juices into my mouth as I continued tonguing away at her throughout the length and breadth of her slit. Then I plunged my tongue past the remnants of her cherry and deep into her vagina, and she moaned and pushed back more strongly than ever.
It almost seemed to me that she actually wanted me to gobble up her genitals, so I extracted my tongue and commenced chewing on the pudgy lips of her twat. Her response was to work her pelvis furiously against my face and blow into Evelyn's slit a groan that sounded as if it came from some wild animal in heat rather than from a human being.
I slid my lips up past her anus and then kissed each of her buttocks in turn. Prying the creamy white mounds apart, I licked down the long, tight crack between them, drawing my lips away just before my tongue came to the tiny pucker of her ass-hole.
I dragged several fingers lengthwise through Kimberly's slit, and I transferred the sticky cream that I gathered to the brown pucker between her cheeks. Satisfied that the lubrication was sufficient for my purpose, I pressed the tip of one index finger against the wrinkled aperture and prodded the finger into her rectum, making her wince and cry out due to the sudden, stabbing pain.
I worked the finger vigorously in her tight bung, screwing it slowly but relentlessly in and out and also corkscrewing it and jerking it harshly this way and that to make the gushy channel relax and expand.
I finger-bunged her for fully two minutes, but at last I pulled the finger out of her and listened to her anus emit a sound like thook as it began to spew liquified brown matter in thick trickles over the inner sides of her cheeks.
Hunkering up over her, I felt my loins pressing between her cheeks, my cock burrowing right in to the deep crevice of her butt. I gripped her by the waist and drew myself more tightly against her. the glans of my cock straining against her anus.
I was beginning to penetrate her rectum; the tip of my purple bulb was spreading the snug aperture at the mouth of her rectum. Having at her with force, I thrust my hips forward-and in surged the bloated head of my cock.
Kimberly screamed in pain, and she tried frantically to jerk her torso forward and rid her bung of my apple-sized glans. "Oh, no, it's too big in there!" she howled. "It's way too big! You're going to tear me up with it!"
Paying no attention to her desperate cries for mercy, I gored my way ever deeper into her, stopping only when my cock was in to the hilt. Then I began cornholing her with a vengeance, feeding the full, thick length of my meat to her bowels again and again as rapidly as I could.
She came around, of course, as I'd known she would. She was soon rocking back and forth in time with my fucking of her rectum, in fact, and only moments after she began doing that she resumed eating away at Evelyn's genitals.
Kimberly and Evelyn both came before I did, but by only a matter of a few seconds. When my orgasm did arrive, it squeezed my loins like a giant's fist and sent my sperm in powerful jets deep into Kimberly's rectum, and I was thrilled so intensely and so thoroughly that for several minutes I actually half imagined that I'd died and gone to some sort of lecher's heaven.
Before leaving the ritzy house and the three delightful victims it had provided me, I tied Kimberly and Evelyn securely together with pillow cases and Kimberly's cheerful pink frock, and I gagged Kimberly by stuffing her panties into her mouth and then tying her bra around her head with one of the small cups pulled taut between her teeth to keep the panties in place.
I couldn't suppress an almost boyish grin of pleasure over the unqualified success I'd had with the unexpected "triple play" I'd lucked into. I actually started whistling after closing the front door behind me and starting back to my car. With the record of success I'd established, I was sure to score a success with Jennie as well-and it was Jennie who was next on my list.
9
The problem that faced me when I came home from my "Las Vegas vacation" was the need to decide where, and at what time, I would rape Jennie. And I remained stumped even after devoting considerable thought to the problem, for all the ideas I at first came up with entailed a lot more risk than I cared to take a chance on.
The idea that appealed to me most was the one that first occurred to me, but it was the riskiest of all. I thought, Why not sneak into her and her father's apartment sometime when her father's away and rape her then? I liked the idea because of its daring, but I had to reject it because it was entirely too daring, even foolhardy; I wanted Jennie some distance from where I lived when I raped her.
The confidence I'd derived from the string of raped I'd carried out so successfully, had pretty much left me by the time I hit upon the bold but simple strategem that was to bring me yet another success, this time with Jennie. I had no early morning classes on Mondays, so come Monday morning I simply tailed her on her way to school and hoped that a reasonably safe opportunity to rape her would present itself.
It was luck, really, that gave the stratagem promise of success, for Jennie happened to be late in getting on her way that Monday morning. I followed her through the high school parking lot and on into a poorly lit hallway lined with lockers, and I saw not a single other student, nor any teacher, who might spoil my chance.
I sneaked up behind Jennie and knocked her unconscious as she was busy rummaging through her cluttered locker. This is daring enough and then some, I reflected, hauling her into the boys' rest room nearby down the hallway.
I had to hold her up as I stripped her, but she was short and had a youthfully diminutive figure and so she wasn't very heavy.
I pulled down the tab of the zipper that ran down the back of her thin light green dress, and I slipped my hand inside the dress and down onto her snugly clad bottom. Drawing her limp body tightly against me, I pressed my lips against hers and gave her a long, copiously wet kiss.
I slipped her dress off her delicate, lovely white shoulders and held her away from me to let it puddle on the rest room's cement floor, then I unfastened the catch of her brassiere and nuzzled her creamy little breasts as I removed the sheer, wispy garment.
I stripped her of her panties and then swept her up into my arms and carried her to the front of one of the open toilet stalls. After laying her gently on her back, I pulled off her shoes and socks and then knelt beside her, my eyes sweeping over the many charms of her adorable adolescent body.
Again I kissed her lips, but only briefly this time. Other parts of her were now exposed that I hungered to apply lips to. After leaving the moist red oval of her mouth I trailed down and pressed my lips about the peak of first one of her titties and then the other. I flicked the tip of my tongue against each of the plump buds as well, and was thrilled to feel them slowly growing stiff even though she was still unconscious.
I proceeded to her tummy, licking for some time around her belly button and even right into the little indentation before going on to fleshy pastures that promised to be infinitely more rewarding.
I reached the fringes of her pubic hair and, while I kissed her there, I spread her legs widely apart.
At last I arrived at the throne of her body. I smashed my lips hungrily against those of her vulva, and I extended my tongue and licked slowly and lovingly through the buttery red groove.
Jennie groaned in response to the sharp stimulation, and she spread her thighs even farther apart as she squirmed sensually, on the somewhat flattened mounds of her behind.
With my thumbs I pried the flanges of her twat far apart, exposing every bit of her inner flesh to the probing of my tongue. She was cherry-red in there and deliciously soft and succulent, and she was growing wetter by the second. Soon, in fact, her juices were surging past my lips and oozing over her inner thighs.
My God, was it exciting to eat away at her hot young cunt! My mouth was filled with the taste of her, and the smell of her was making my head spin.
But I wanted more and more. I blew a stream of air into her and thrilled at the way she groaned and flung her head fitfully from side to side. I dragged the tip of my tongue over the flared inner lips of her cunt, then all of a sudden I drilled against the delicate, glistening membrane of her cherry.
I felt dizzy with lust, and I knew I'd have to start screwing her before long. The tender youthfulness of her body, the maddening odor of her pussy-Lord, was she getting under my skin fast!
I sniffed deeply again and again, then I began working my tongue more wildly than ever in her slit.
Moaning ecstatically, she drove her crotch against my face. Despite the fact that she was unconscious, Jennie couldn't help but respond to the lustful torture I was subjecting her to.
And I kept at her, merciless in stimulating her, making her whip her hips violently and give out sounds that made me think she was on the verge of foaming at the mouth. I drew my tongue away from her cherry and found the rigid sprout of her clitoris, and I lashed at the twitching thing with ferocious gusto.
Oh, Jesus, I got to get undressed, I thought. I got to get ready and really give it to this kid ... the way she wants it, if she only had sense enough to know her own feelings...
I left her to squirm by herself on the floor of the rest room, but I was quick in stripping and hanging my clothes neatly over the metal divider between two of the toilet stalls. In moments, I was right back between her thighs, which were still spread far apart.
I ran my hand caressingly over my cock from tip to root. The thing was as stiff as a steel rod-well, damn near that stiff-and as I handled it a gob of precome juices spewed from the pee-hole and flowed over the taut purple skin of the glans, showing just how horny I was.
Afraid I'd make myself come if I frigged myself-even gently-for any length of time, I forced myself to take my hand away. My cock stood straight out from my crotch, and in fact even angled up slightly. It was throbbing so strongly it looked like a tube-shaped heart.
Settling down over Jennie, I wedged my hands under her bottom and pulled up on the creamy cheeks. I had to slide forward only an inch or two, then I was just about in position to penetrate her. The head of my cock moved between the pudgy little lips of her slit and contacted the membrane at the mouth of her vagina. I grunted with delight at the warm wetness of her there and at the thought of what I was going to be doing within moments.
I squeezed the small, firm-fleshed mounds of her butt and resolutely pried them far apart, then I snaked an index finger into the gaping valley between her buttocks and started stroking her anus. The tight elastic pucker seemed to pulse against the tip of my finger, and before long it was relaxing and coming open for me.
I pulled up hard, and at the same time I lunged down, the force of my driving body concentrated behind my glans fighting against the frail resistance of her hymen. The slimy membrane ruptured and sprayed blood against the hairs of my crotch-and I was on my way in at top speed!
I was touched, of course, but it's for sure I didn't let that stop me in mid-stride, as it were-nor stop me at all, for that matter. I plunged on in to the hilt, then immediately I started withdrawing my cock from her gripping hole.
Soon I'd established an exciting, double-action rhythm of alternately penetrating her to the depths of her cunt and then giving her a fast jab that carried my glans only halfway into her, and I repeated the odd rhythm time after time.
Jennie came to a moment or so before I noticed that her eyelids were stirring. Her groans of pain turned into cries just as I saw, horrified, that she was on the verge of getting a look at me. I had to hit her savagely at the base of her neck, at one side, to put her back unconscious, and I breathed easier only when I saw that her head lolled sideways against the cement floor and her eyelids stopped stirring.
The walls of her cunt seemed to suck on my cock, and the throttling warmth, so maddeningly tight around the ramrod length of my meat plunging into her, damn near drove me crazy.
I massaged her buttocks with my palms as I pulled the spongy mounds farther apart than ever. I'd stopped frigging her anus when I'd noticed her return to consciousness, but now I was really giving the tiny aperture a workout. Suddenly, though, I applied the tip of my finger with full force against the brown ring, and the finger stabbed violently past the barrier and plunged deep into her rectum.
I fucked her faster and faster, the bulb of my cock now bashing against her cervix with every thrust. Harshly squeezing her cheeks, I worked her loins toward my crotch and then away at a punishing pace, making her complement the pistoning of my cock, at the same dizzying tempo, even though she was out cold.
I craned my neck and peered down between our torsos, and I watched my puffy, cream-smeared bone drilling in and out of her pussy hole, in and out, in and-
Christ, I was going to come! My balls were as hard as rock, and they were hugging the root of my cock. My head was spinning wildly, I was so close.
I jabbed viciously into Jennie with all my strength, and I kept my cock stuffed all the way in. I groaned so ecstatically that I slobbered great streams of saliva from the corners of my mouth-and it was happening! Oh, was it ever happening! I was coming like a broken fire hydrant filled with cream, spewing my hot white sperm furiously into her depths.
At last, minutes later, I sat back erect from the waist up, so that my reddened cock was jerked out. The slimy length of meat was still as hard as ever.
There's an extra edge of excitement in rape-to put it mildly! I guess that's what caused me never to be satisfied with just one screw. Anyway, why I wanted Jennie again wasn't important; the only thing that mattered was that I did want her again, and I had no intention of letting the desire go unsatisfied.
I spread my folded legs and raised up to press them down solidly on her upper thighs, pinning her so that she wouldn't be able to struggle too much.
Then I dipped my fingers to her flushed, runny vulva and set right in giving the downy flesh the workout of its life.
I began by squeezing each of her outer labia so forcefully between thumb and index finger that she cried out in pain even though she didn't wake up. "You like that, huh?" I muttered, grinning cruelly, and squeezed the fat lips even harder.
I yanked the lips wide apart, then with several fingers I teased first the wounded mouth of her vagina, which I prodded gently several times, then her slightly tumescent clitoris. I had her clitoris gristle-stiff in moments, and I really set it on fire by skidding its bloated glans between my thumb again and again.
"Before I give it to you again, doll, I'm going to have you burning up for it," I husked, already doing plenty of burning myself.
Her hips started undulating against my hands as I continued frigging her clitoris for several more seconds.
I peeled the folds of her genitals back wide apart, and I gazed hungrily at the raw-looking little mouth of her vagina. Suddenly I jabbed a finger deep into her silken passage, then I started moving it in a slow, tantalizing fashion, scraping the nail against the lining as her midsection began executing tight circles in sensual response to what I was doing to her.
I forced another finger into her, and I screwed both fingers rapidly, almost violently. I was going to get her deliciously tight hole to want something much more substantial than those two fingers before I stopped working her over.
Her buttocks were actually bouncing against the cement under her. Her loins, at least, were begging for what I had for her already-so much so that she was creaming copiously.
"Now you're really showing me you got class, doll," I grunted, my eyes glazed with lust as they burned into her penetrated cuntal flesh. "If you only know how good and tight you feel ... and wet as the dickens ... I swear, you're going to make me come a quart when I give it to you again."
She pushed harder and harder against my hand, and she writhed fitfully as I continued fucking her with two fingers. She was so horny she was actually trying to work herself off against-no, around-my hand. Her pussy wanted my cock back inside, and when I gave it to her I'd make her scream at the thrill of it.
My fingers went wild inside her, harshly dragging along the walls of her vagina and making her creamy juices gush copiously from her. The smelly stuff sprayed from her slit's red tissues and membranes as I pounded my fingers inside her, groaning at the thrilling sight of my palm being literally flooded.
"Boy, you're ready right now, aren't you?" I rasped, pistoning my fingers so rapidly my palm became a blur. "Well, doll, you're just going to have to hold your horses, 'cause I'm not going to give it to you till I got you practically turning flips."
Jennie's teen-aged body bucked under me, and she gasped at the rapture I was making her feel.
I sent one hand up over her convulsively rising-and-falling tummy. My fingers pounced onto one heaving titty, and I pinched its stiff peak so roughly she cried out in pain.
Still I continued to ram those two fingers into her, moving them faster and faster.
I soon stopped finger-banging her, though, and after withdrawing my fingers I started in stimulating her with my lips and tongue. I sucked at each of her nipples for a few moments, then I swept my lips wetly over her tummy, past her palpitating mound, and applied them solidly against the meaty core of her slit.
I licked all over the juicy red flesh, and she squirmed under the expert tongue action and pumped her hips up in a frantic attempt to find some way to douse the fire burning out of control in her loins.
Of course, she only made it that much easier for me to get her hotter than ever. When I started dragging the rough surface of my tongue over her cuntal lips, her mouth shot open and she gasped and gasped with delight. I sucked fiendishly on the thick wet lips for nearly a minute, then I began lashing away at the slippery sprout of her clitoris, and she bucked uncontrollably under me.
"You're really in a bad way, aren't you?" I muttered hoarsely into her slit.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and I jammed my lips around the whole of her vulva and then squirted my tongue deep into her spasming vagina. And I sucked and sucked at her, on and on, as I tongue-pumped her with utter abandon.
I raised my head and started moving up over her when a very special idea occurred to me. It was true that Jennie was unconscious, I mused, but that hadn't kept her from responding to my fingering, licking, and sucking of her genitals; so maybe there was a chance she'd respond the way I wanted her to if I moved up to her face and forced my cock into her mouth.
I felt the throbbing shaft jerking against her crotch, which she pumped up fiercely as if begging me to screw my way in to the hilt. It was clear to me that, unconscious though she was, she was desperate for it. I wasn't going to let her have it quite yet, though; I kept going up over her squirming body, straddling her torso and then moving up over her titties.
I leaned forward onto all fours and drove my cock down till the glans hit her chin and then skidded to her lips. And her mouth actually shot open! She sucked in every bit of the hard tube of meat and began noisily and juicily working at it with her lips and tongue, drawing powerfully on it as she licked wetly over every square inch of its glans.
She was sucking my cock like a fiend, and the jolts of ecstasy that were ripping through my flesh were driving me wild!
Taking care not to pull out of her mouth, I maneuvered around till my torso was projecting over hers. I leaned up just slightly and then cupped her breasts and started squeezing and twisting and tugging upward on the congested mounds, making her shudder from the pain.
She sucked furiously on my dick, and I reacted by thrusting my hips repeatedly above her face. I wanted to force my erection even deeper into her mouth, with the huge, pulsating glans tearing down her throat toward her stomach.
Her body was a wild thing under me, and it grew even more wild when I reached down to her inflamed genitals and started once more working at her there where she was so thrillingly sensitive. I took hold of her clitoris and squeezed the glans of the slimy little erection with savage strength, making not the slightest attempt to be gentle with the tender organ. For the second time I penetrated her with two fingers, and I drove them deep and twisted them corkscrew fashion.
I yanked the two fingers out of Jennie's wet depths as quickly as I had driven them into her. Then I leaned over her at a sharper angle with my hands high on her thighs to support myself. Staring down into the sopping red interior of her cunt, I licked my lips in anticipation of what I was about to do to her again.
I thumbed the labia well apart and made a shudder of delight run through Jennie by blowing a stream of humid air against the lovely tissues and membranes. Before the shudder had passed, I pursed my lips and shot them down into her slit, and I kissed firmly into the succulent flesh for such a long time that I grew faint due to the heady fragrance emanating from her.
My chin pressed strongly against her mound and rubbed against it as, growing more impassioned by the second, I set about sucking up the delicious juices her pussy was creaming up for me.
I slipped my hands under Jennie's thighs and lifted them, bringing her legs up into an arched position and giving me an overwhelmingly attractive view of her bottom, right down into her blonde-fringed crack. After sucking her vulva for several more moments, I spread her cheeks apart and licked down through her slit and right on to her anus. I pried her rubbery mounds so far apart the little aperture tucked between them winked against the tip of my tongue, and that was my cue to cram my tongue right into her back passage. I pressed my lips about her thoroughly breached anus and commenced thrusting my tongue as rapidly and as deeply into her as I could.
Her entire midsection rocked under me. I know there's no such thing as a rectal orgasm, but I swear she seemed as if she were about to have one. The longer I screwed her rear hole with my tongue, the more frenzied did her movements become, and there was no doubt in my mind that a crisis of some sort was fast approaching.
Her mouth was working at my cock like a suction pump gone mad as I was fucking into her throat. If we both kept on the way we were going, in no more than a minute I'd-
No! I jerked up at the hips, making my cock pop out of her mouth. I didn't want to come in her mouth; and neither did I want her to come while I was sucking her. I'd only wanted to get her so hot that she'd be sure to come when I raped her a second time.
I turned myself around and moved back down over her. She was more than horny enough for round two to begin ... and so was I. . .
10
"High School Girl Ravaged Repeatedly by Young Toughs." That was the headline of the newspaper story I was reading that evening when a knock came at the door of my mother's and my apartment.
So others got to her after I left, I mused, grinning, as I got up and went to the door. I guess I should have been more thoughtful than to leave her lying unconscious there in the boys' rest room after I got through with her I shrugged. No use crying over spilt cream.
It was Jennie at the door! "Did you hear what happened to me?" she asked excitedly, an odd note of pride in her voice, pride at being so "famous", at least locally, as she imagined she was.
"No," I lied smoothly, deciding that it would be politic for me to play dumb.
"I got raped!"
I did my best to look shocked, and concerned. I even managed to gape wide-eyed at her for a moment or two.
"You're kidding! You mean it was you ... the story in the paper?"
"Of course, it was!" Her lips formed a pretty pout. "You mean it didn't mention my name? I thought-"
"No, it didn't. I think there's some sort of rule about a situation like yours. I mean, I don't think they're supposed to give the names of criminals under eighteen or even the name of anyone under eighteen who's involved in a crime in any way."
Jennie's glow of pride faded; she looked as if she felt cheated of the fame due her.
"Like to go to a drive-in or somewhere ... you know, relax and talk about it?"
She gave me a suspicious look, as if she considered it probable-or at least highly possible-that the only reason I wanted her to go out with me was so that I could "try something." One of the things I've wondered about a lot of times is why people so often expect the worst of someone before they even give him a chance. That look of hers irritated me, and I considered taking back my invitation; but then I considered again.
"You think I'm going to be the easiest girl around now that I've been raped, don't you?"
"I think no such thing," I retorted indignantly. "I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't want to go to the show with me, why don't you just say so? You don't have to be nasty to a guy for trying to be kind."
"If you're so kind, how come you haven't said you're sorry about what happened to me?"
"A person doesn't always have to say what he feels, you know ... especially when it should be obvious." I frowned at her; I didn't like being interrogated, and I wanted her to know it.
"Well..."
"So it turned out it wasn't so bad after all, huh?" I asked.
Jennie had finally consented to accompany me to the drive-in. She'd had to get permission from her father first, but that had been forthcoming readily enough. (Her father, she had informed me, was just as positive in his feeling about future doctors as my mother was; he was more than happy to have his daughter date one.) Now we were in my old Ford wagon at my favorite spot in the lot of any drive-in-far to one side and also far back from the screen-and, of course, neither of us was paying much attention to the movie that was in progress.
I don't know whether it was what I'd said or just the tone of voice I'd used, but Jennie was riled. "It was so bad!" she snapped, pouting.
"Well, of course it was bad," I said quickly, hoping to mollify her. "Don't misunderstand me, Jennie; I'm sure a thing like that ... with all that many guys ... I'm sure it's a pretty horrible and nasty experience. All I meant to say was that ... well, you did sort of imply that you were starting to get the natural feelings from it toward the end, didn't you?"
"What do you mean, 'natural feelings?' "
"You know, from being fucked so many times by so many different guys ... getting their cocks pounded and pounded and pounded into your tight little pussy on and on till finally you just naturally couldn't help but feel it the way you should and start getting all wet and creamy and itchy up between your legs."
She flushed slightly and brought her hands up to her cheeks. "You shouldn't talk that way," she murmured.
"It's true, isn't it?" I challenged, sliding toward her on the seat. "After getting fucked all that much, it did start getting to you, didn't it? Your wonderful young pussy did do some juicing for the last of the guys ... and suck on their cocks like a hot little mouth."
"Oh ... "
"You know you shouldn't feel ashamed about it, Jennie. We went all over the whole subject the last time I talked to you, and I explained how it's completely normal for young girls like you to feel so horny sometimes they can hardly keep from putting their hands inside their panties and rubbing and stroking and messing with their hot wet pussies for all they're worth."
"Oh, please ... Bobby..."
I drew her to me, and she went limp and emitted a sound that was part moan, part whimper. Her head relaxed against my shoulder, and I moved my face over hers and tenderly kissed her. As my lips grazed ever so softly against hers, I slipped one of my hands up between us and cupped a small, solid titty through the bodice of her dress.
With my free hand I led one of her hands up along my leg to my crotch. I pressed her fingers against the bulge of my penis and made her massage the hardening meat through my pants.
I drew my lips away from hers, but I began to dig in for real at her breast, squeezing and milking the spongy pear shape.
I was rubbing and pinching her nipple quite roughly when I whispered, "They fucked and fucked your pussy, didn't they, with like what you're feeling?"
"Oh, I shouldn't do ... We shouldn't ... "
I let go of her fingers at my crotch and drew my hand away from her breast as well. I pulled her tightly against me and jammed my lips with bruising force against the side of her neck, and I weaved the fingers of one of my hands into her hair and gripped hard to keep her head where I wanted it. With my other hand, I squeezed her titty-the same one-once more, and I pulled out on it as if I were trying to tear it off her chest.
Jennie squirmed against me, deep in heat despite the roughness of my preliminary lovemaking. The front of her skirt slid over her thighs and bunched against her tummy, and she kicked her thighs apart and squirmed more than ever.
Her wispy yellow panties were deliciously exposed, and I stared down at the pudgy little bulge of her vulva, which was copiously creaming through the thin material as it waited for me. I dropped my hand from her breast to one of her inner thighs, then I slid my fingers under the elastic leg-band of her panties and began exploring those downy wet lips at her crotch.
All of a sudden I forced her down on the seat and allowed myself to fall on top of her, knocking the breath out of her. Her body writhed fitfully under me as I commenced frigging the whole of her twat, my fingers more sure in their movements now, and considerably rougher.
Her head was flopping from side to side, and I saw that she'd squeezed her eyes shut. I continued frigging her, while with my other hand I peeled her panties off her crotch and rolled them into a band stretched about her thighs.
Drawing my fingers away from her cunt, I snaked my one hand free of her panties and then all but flung myself onto the floor of the car on the passenger's side. After flipping Jennie over, I swung her into a position so that her torso lay at an angle over the seat and her legs trailed into the well before me, with her ass thrust provocatively up toward my face.
After unzipping and letting my cock spring into the open, I closed my hands over the tops of her thighs and gripped firmly, my fingers digging into her pale, creamy flesh. Hunching over her, I nosed the bulb of my dick into her slit and pushed it against the sticky little mouth of her vagina. With a slow, rhythmical prodding I forced the fleshy ring to spread for me, to stretch, to form an ever-widening O about the tip of my aching erection, and then suddenly I was penetrating her snug, hot passage.
My crotch slammed against her, making her face skid along the seat, and she yelped at the pain of the headlong impalement.
Panting and grunting ecstatically, I began to screw my cock slowly in and out of her delightfully hugging twat hole.
Soon Jennie revealed her deep appreciation by thrusting back with her midsection and working her hips rapidly in small circles as I continued fucking into her. "Ooh, boy, it feels great," she groaned.
I gritted my teeth and pumped my dick in and out, on and on, feeding it to her in long, powerful jabs. I could feel the spongy ridges all the way along the lining of her passage; they added extra spice to the thrill of what I was doing to her, and I felt like snorting and whooping for joy.
I splayed the quivering mounds of Jennie's butt and twisted my body so that I could watch the lips of her genitals swallow my pounding hard-on again and again. The snugness of her hole made my nuts jiggle with rapture and swell to a magnificent size, and those slimy lips stroking the sides of my cock made the heavy shaft throb fiercely and grow impossibly fatter in appreciation.
The rolled-up band of her panties just below her loins made it difficult, but Jennie managed to spread her thighs farther apart to make the fleshy territory I was invading more thoroughly welcoming.
But I had an idea, and to carry it out I had to get her panties completely off her. Jennie squealed softly in protest when I uncunted, but soon I had removed her panties and tossed them to the floor board at the opposite side of the car-where they landed draped across the accelerator-and I was able to drill my cream-drenched cock right back up her.
"Now get your legs up onto the seat too," I directed her. "Get them flat out at your sides so you'll be like a frog somebody's run over."
She obeyed readily, swinging up one leg and then the other.
I settled down over her, the weight of my torso pressing her into the seat, and I resumed stabbing up into her, with such gusto that the glans of my cock banged against her cherry-like cervix time after time.
She cried out at the pain of my vigorous fucking, and she tensed the muscles of her buttocks in a vain attempt to soften the force of my thrusts.
But then she wanted my thrusts to remain brutal in the ramrod strength of their penetration of her vagina. Her body began to go into convulsions, and she groaned wildly in appreciation of the punishing fucking I was giving her. "Ooh, shit!" she gasped as I rammed into her with all my strength. "Ooh, this is insane!"
She jammed back till her cunt lips were flattened against my crotch, and her glutinous precome juices streamed out and drenched my pubic hair, the creamy stuff coming so copiously from her that it almost felt as if she were peeing.
I began giving her thrusts that alternated between complete and halfway penetrations, and I kept fucking her in that fashion for more than a minute.
Suddenly she cried out, "You're him!"
I didn't know what she was talking about, and I had no intention of wasting time finding out. There was only one thing I was interested in at the moment-and I plowed my meat into her ever more savagely. My horse was galloping madly toward the finish line, and this was one race that was really going to end with a bang.
"Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, Bobby, yes, fuck me like crazy!" Jennie had forgotten about the thought that had popped into her mind, for now she was rushing toward her own orgasm.
But I came before she did. A groan turned into a growl of ecstasy before it even got out of my throat, and then I was spewing a mother lode of sizzling sperm against the neck of her womb. "Ah, darling," I gurgled, my lips drawn tight and thin over my teeth in an obscene grin of exploding rut.
"Keep fucking me!" Jennie pleaded, the lining of her vagina spasming furiously about the length of my hosing penis.
My balls slapped once more against her rigid, twitching clitoris, and her nostrils flared as she let out a snort of rapture so strong it made her skin ripple all over her body.
"I'm coming, Bobby! Oh, shit, I'm coming! Fuck me like a maniac! Oh, Bobby, lover, I'm coming so strong!"
My juices mingled with hers and flooded down my balls and gushed noisily over the edge of the seat.
11
"You're him!" Jennie shouted at me again, minutes later, just after rolling over and sitting up on the seat.
"Who?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. I had a strong suspicion about what she was getting at, and I didn't like the suspicion one bit. "What the devil are you talking about?"
"You're the one who raped me the first time!"
I tried to look shocked by the accusation. "Are you crazy?" I retorted. "What makes you think--? "
"The way you ... you screwed me! I came to when you were raping me in the rest room this morning, and you were doing just like a minute ago: all the way in, then part way, then all the way, then part way again. On and on like that."
"It wasn't me, Jennie!" I insisted. "It's just a coincidence, and you'd realize that if you had any sense."
Jennie was silent for a few moments, then a deceptively guileless look came over her face and she said, "But how do you explain the fact that a sock was left behind, and that you're missing one-and the sock that was left behind is the same color as the one you have on?"
"I never left any..." I blurted, then yanked up the cuffs of my pants to check.
"I knew you were him!" Jennie proclaimed, smiling with pride at the cleverness she had displayed in tricking me into betraying myself.
Seeing that she didn't appear to be angry at me over my having raped her, I grinned at her and muttered, "You little bitch." I sat up beside her, scooting close to her.
"Do you know how long you could be put away for, for what you did to me?"
I didn't like hearing Jennie ask that. "Aw, you wouldn't get me in trouble just because you got me so hot and bothered about you that I couldn't stand not having you, would you?"
"Maybe you can have me a lot more," she said, snaking her arms around my neck.
"What do you mean?"
She gave me a quick kiss, then said, "If I'm pregnant, I want you to marry me." She snuggled against me in what I thought of as a disquietingly wifely manner. "Okay?"
I gulped. "Marry..."
"It's better than going to jail for the rest of your life, isn't it?"
I had to admit that she had a point there. "I guess if-"
"If I'm pregnant ... and maybe even if I'm not, if Daddy'll let me."
I gulped again. The net had grown larger, and I could almost feel a collar being cinched up around my cock and equipped with a leash.
"After all," Jennie said, "every girl dreams of getting a doctor, and you're going to be one."
She drew her arms tighter around my neck and fastened her lips to mine, and one of her hands moved into my lap.
I felt my cock stirring in response to the manipulations of her fingers. She was getting me hot again, and fast, but I reluctantly pushed her away. If we were going to be roped together from now on, I decided, I'd better give her a really thorough breaking-in so she'd learn once and for all who the leader was, and who the follower, in the area of sex.
"What's wrong?" she asked, pouting. She'd misinterpreted the reason for my pushing her away.
I flicked the switch on the dashboard that closed the Venetian blinds over the rear window and all the side windows except the two front ones. "Don't look so hurt," I said. "Let's get in back; I want to show you a new way of doing it."
That made her brighten up, the hot little thing.
She was naked, and so was I. I had her on her back at the far end of the mattress that covered the area behind the front seat. I had lifted her legs and swung them down over her, and I'd forced her feet down behind the inside handle of the rear door and wedged her heels securely into the recesses behind the handle.
Now I was admiring the look of her trim, firm white cheeks thrust up toward me, seemingly in invitation. "Jennie, you have a beautiful rear," I murmured. "I think I'm going to get a bigger thrill out of this than ... than anything!"
I placed my palms lovingly on her cheeks and proceeded to pry the rubbery mounds far apart. She made little sounds of fear and tensed her muscles in an attempt to keep the mounds together, but my thumbs bit into their inner sides strongly enough to overcome her resistance with ease.
"Now I'm going to have to widen out this little hole of yours some," I told her.
I eased the tip of one index finger down to the elastic aperture and teasingly caressed the brown ring for almost a minute, then abruptly I plunged my finger halfway into her clasping rectum.
Jennie shrieked from shock and slight pain, and her entire midsection jerked sharply.
She jerked even more sharply when, moments later, I forced my other index finger into her beside the first. The pain she was feeling now was much worse, I knew.
"Oh, no, take them out," she pleaded tearfully. "You're hurting me, Bobby."
I did not take them out, of course. I would, but it wasn't time to do so just yet.
She tried to draw away from me by rolling up into a ball against the rear door, but my index fingers were securely lodged in her rectum and my hands were keeping her buttocks almost immobile.
I worked my fingers relentlessly deeper into her, stretching her bung with corkscrew motions as I hurried the penetration.
As soon as I achieved complete penetration, I started drawing the brown-greased fingers back out of her at a quick, steady pace. They seemed to resist the unbunging, and the throttling pucker of her anus held them so tightly that a popping sound was emitted when I pulled their very tips out.
Still holding her cheeks apart, I leaned forward and lowered my face right into the humid divide. I dragged my tongue along the whole length of the central fissure, then played my tongue against her anus till I had thoroughly soaked the tiny ring in saliva.
Clutching her at the waist, I held her completely still and hunched close over her. I grunted with satisfaction when I felt the thick, hard column of my cock invading her butt.
Jennie gasped as my glans pushed against her anus. I knew she was thinking that it would be impossible for her to take my cock into her rectum; but I was going to prove her wrong.
I slipped my hands back up onto her buttocks. Feeling down between the cheeks again, I bunched the fingers of each of my hands together at either side of her anus, then pushed strongly against the creamy flesh and strained to make the slick-skinned little aperture spread open against the extreme tip of my cock.
My glans pushed against the aperture. The pressure was gentle at first, but soon I increased it to the point that the shit-streaked ring was forced to yield and stretch.
"Ooh, no, Bobby! No! Please stop!" Jennie howled.
My glans popped into her rectum, and I rasped, "Jesus, sweetie, what a tight one you got!"
Jennie screamed at the pain I knew full well was flashing through her bowels; but I felt no pity for her. This was the girl who was going to force me into marrying her, wasn't it? To my mind she deserved to suffer quite a lot, and I was going to see that she got what was coming to her.
"There's no getting away," I muttered exultantly, and started to saw deeper into her.
I knew that virtually all her attention was focused on her anus, on the throbbing, burning pain that was punishing her anus brutally and without letup. Her cries served only to make my ecstasy that much more intense, and the feel of the lining of her rectum proceeding in bruised, fleshy waves before my dick head was inexpressibly delicious. I would fuck her back passage raw before I pulled out and gave her relief.
I penetrated her slowly but with relentless steadiness, and at last I felt my pubic hair scraping against the delicate inner sides of her cheeks. Every inch of my prod was fucked into her bung, and I was dizzy with the thrill of being squeezed so powerfully.
She groaned agonizingly, yet there was a quality of submission in her tone. She was impaled on the brutal, thick length of my meat, and there was nothing she could do to relieve herself of the throbbing ramrod stake. My lips quivered as I grinned at the sudden realization that she couldn't even fart if she wanted to.
Grunting and panting with rapture, I commenced pumping rhythmically into her. A flush of sadistic pleasure overspread my cheeks, and I plunged my cock into her exquisitely tight and mushy ass-hole. She'd been biting her lower lip and steeling herself to keep from crying out any more, but I fed my meat to her at such a savage, rending pace that I forced cries more pathetic than any that had gone before to burst up out of her throat.
I raised my knees and lay well forward over her, and I sawed the full length of my cock into her rectum time after time, giving her smooth, fairly rapid strokes. I watched slick little ridges of her rectum's brown-smeared inner flesh pursuing the root of my cock each time I withdrew, then again and again I watched the same bunchings of rectal lining scoot timidly back into her when I thrust in.
The look of despair on Jennie's face told me that she knew she was a slave without hope of freedom for so long as I cared to inflict the act of sodomy on her. I was all but crushing her under my heavily muscled, lunging form, and she could barely move.
Even so, her body did quiver and buck under me, and the flesh of her thighs appeared to shiver from time to time and to go into spasming fits each time she felt a thrust into her tortured bowels with particular strength.
I let out a snort of passion as I began fucking my cock harder than ever into her shit hole, and I felt her inner muscles clench involuntarily about the wildly pistoning shaft. "Ah, Jennie, Jennie, Christ, you're so tight," I groaned. "I can hardly stand it, it feels so good. Your hole is driving me crazy!" I felt a convulsive wave of ecstasy tear through my loins, and I flung back my head and literally growled with the intensity of my rut.
Flinging my head back brought about an easing of the weight of my torso upon Jennie, and I was surprised and delighted to find her taking advantage of the slight freedom of movement she gained. She began to meet my thrusts with thrusts of her own, working her ass-hole fitfully along my plunging hard-on as she made her buttocks gyrate rapidly in tight circles.
"That's the way, Jennie!" I gasped. "Show me you're learning! Show me you're starting to feel what I'm feeling!"
I rammed into her more and more furiously. She was my slave-my hot-butted slave-and the force of my virility had turned her resistance into unabashed, rutty appreciation. I was driving her wild, and the faster I fucked her the wilder she became.
My eyes were wide and raptly attentive as I watched the abandoned movements of her buttocks, along with the fluttering of her tummy as she panted in heat under me. She ground against me with feverish strength of purpose, her hair whipping fitfully across her face as she rolled her head from side to side.
And then her face was flushing crimson in reaction to the fierce effort she was making to jack herself up nearer and nearer to climax. She was working her body almost as strenuously as I was working mine, and she was gasping and groaning even more than I was.
Realizing that she was already frantic in her need to come, I screwed my cock into her rectum as savagely as I could, giving it to her so hard and deep that my pelvic bone was bruising the inner sides of her cheeks.
And suddenly I pulled back on her thighs to lodge my meat solidly in her to the hilt for a moment, with her rectum clasping it from tip to root as tightly as the skin around a length of bologna, and my eyes became glazed with passion as I jetted the hot white cream of a preliminary orgasm deep into her bowels.
I wanted her to suffer again, to know that I was her master and to know why. I gave her my throbbing cock with such punishing, rapid-fire strokes that she couldn't help but cry out again.
"Ah, no, no! Too fast! Too deep! Ooh, Bobby, it stings so bad!"
My cock was growing more and more swollen as I pounded it into her, and I was sure its very thickness would leave her raw even if the violence of my fucking failed to. I leaned up and tipped my head down, and I saw that her anus was terribly stretched; it looked as if it were about to rip and spurt blood.
"Ooh, no, too much! Too much!" she grunted. "I can't take it this way, Bobby! I can't stand it! It burns so bad it's killing me!"
Every time I jabbed my bone into her, the heavy, wrinkled folds of my foreskin were squeezed back off my glans so fiercely that a tongue of fire seemed to lick through my cock. The pain made me want to hurt Jennie more and more intensely.
I fucked her with such abandon that I felt as if my cock were penetrating her belly and pummeling her insides into a mushy consistency. I groaned at the top of my lungs, on and on, made almost delirious by the thrill of giving her such a furious and merciless ride.
God, my penis was on fire inside her! And her ass-hole was squeezing it so tightly that it felt as if it were being crushed. What I was experiencing was agonizing, and yet it was giving me such jolts of ecstasy that I wanted to keep cornholing her forever.
And suddenly Jennie was enjoying it again-but more than ever! She moaned like a wild animal and pumped madly under me, and her viciously stretched pucker clenched and unclenched around my pistoning meat.
"Ooh, yes, now, screw me more! More! More!" she squealed.
"Oh, honey, darling, angel," I grunted.
My cock was throbbing so strongly I was afraid it would burst. I was in a fever of lust, and it seemed to bring a flush of heat to the skin all over my body. I gasped more and more, my breathing loud and ragged. I was so close to coming-
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jennie gasped, her slush-lined rectum going into convulsions. And suddenly she was there. "Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming, Bobby! Ah, God it's good..."
I slashed into her with a thrust so powerful it plowed several of her inner organs out of the way. "Jennie!" I snorted, and I spewed gobs and gobs of sperm into her till the stuff started spraying out around my embedded middle leg.
Jennie kept her creamy little ass poised high under me. She made soft, cooing sounds of rectal love, obviously deeply thrilled by the feel of my hot, sticky juices gushering into her and streaming along the lining of her passage.
At last I let out a long sigh that seemed to come up from my toes, and I collapsed in a heap atop my future bride, almost pressing her through the mattress.
12
Jennie and I had two kids, with another well on the way, by the time I finished my schooling and then my internship at the local hospital and at last set myself up in private practice. My practice of one sort, though, had been private since the start of our marriage.
Jennie had managed to worm every last detail about my unorthodox "hobby" out of me quite early in our marriage. Stung by her realization that it hadn't been unbearable passion for her and her alone that had driven me to rape her, she'd retaliated by making me give up my "hobby-or else," she had told me, and that had been threat enough.
Her being so unappetizingly, so mountainously pregnant, though, at a time when I was beset by the pressures of setting myself up in private practice, made me feel more strongly than ever my abiding urge to have at least one more fling at my dearly remembered "hobby".
A policewoman came to our home, coincidentally, on the very evening that I'd determined at last to make some excuse to Jennie and go out and enjoy another, long-overdue rape. The policewoman was a pretty, luscious brunette in her late twenties, and I found myself strongly attracted to her the moment I glimpsed her after Jennie invited her in. She was outfitted in a knee-length dark-gray woolen skirt and a neat, snug purple jacket over a purple blouse, and set square atop her head was a white-trimmed purple cap that sported an imposing badge centered above a black plastic visor. She had a no-nonsense look about her, but my loins, far from being turned off, took that as a challenge; and the challenge grew really strong when she sat down on the sofa and the front of her skirt rode up on her thighs.
Jennie sat down beside her after the policewoman had declined coffee, and I sat in the armchair that was angled toward the sofa so that I'd have a good view. And I slouched low enough in the armchair so that the view I had was very good indeed; I was able to look right up between the policewoman's thighs, almost to the crotch of her panties.
"I've been sent here to make routine inquiries about certain rapes," the policewoman said.
"Well. I can tell you right now that Bob had nothing to do with any of them," Jennie spoke up indignantly.
I caught Jennie's eyes with mine and frowned at her. "Let the police officer say what she has to say," I suggested strongly. I appreciated Jennie's readiness to lie for my sake, but I wished she had sense enough to realize that a denial of guilt sounds very suspect if it's made before any accusation has been made.
The policewoman leveled her penetrating black eyes on me. "We have information that a female cousin of yours was raped a few years ago, and that three days later her ex-stepmother was raped. The latter rape was followed, on the same day and in the same house, by two more rapes: those of the woman's new stepdaughter and, before that, of the family maid. We have information, also, that you were away from your place of residence when these rapes took place."
"Yes, I was in Las Vegas," I said coolly.
"I remember that he brought back several souvenirs for me." Good girl, Jennie.
"We also have information that your wife was raped repeatedly prior to your marriage, and that your whereabouts, at least during the time she was initially raped, were unknown."
"You're not suggesting that my own husband raped me?" Jennie blurted angrily. "That's ridiculous!"
"My whereabouts may have been, and may still be, unknown to the police department, but I know where I was: I was on my way to the library at the university to do some studying."
"You claim that you had no hand in any of the rapes I've mentioned?" the policewoman asked.
"I not only claim it; it's the truth."
The policewoman noticed where I was looking, and she pressed her thighs together and tugged at the front of her skirt.
"Well then, I guess I've taken up enough of your time," she said.
"I've never been so humiliated in all my life," Jennie muttered.
"Now, dear, she was only doing her duty."
I escorted the policewoman to the door. As she was on the way down the walk to her car, I wished her luck in catching the man, or men, who really were responsible for the rapes she was concerned about.
After watching her butt twitch out of sight into the car, I closed the door and said to Jennie, "Imagine them sending a woman to ask about things like that."
"Women can do everything men can do, and just as well," Jennie replied in a tone of tentative defiance, under the influence of recent Sunday supplement articles on women's liberation.
Not quite everything, I reflected, and told her I was going for a walk.
Might even go round behind the police station down the block, I mused. Who can tell when something interesting might take place in the parking lot there? If it's dark enough, and nobody else is in sight when she drives in...
