An individual in the situation of a widow is vulnerable and susceptible to a sexual stimulus. This fact applies particularly to the younger woman who has made the adjustment for the married life, then was forced to experience the loss of her mate.
During any period of marriage, whether years or an extremely short time, she will consummate her vows within the first twenty-four to seventy-two hours with a full, complete, and entire coition. Due to social standards, sexual intercourse is considered a duty to the marriage, no matter what the limitations or extensions of the individual partnership's moral values or sexual education involves.
If the widow in question has been given only a minimum amount of care and attention as far as her needs and desires are concerned, and if the marriage has been one that budded during the moral standards of the 1950s and came to blossom during the standards of the 1960s, the new morals of the "sexual revolution."
"Free love practices," and endless sexual interests of the 1970s will act as shocking stimuli.
The strongest drive in the body is the sex drive. Freud concluded that the sex drive included all the other drives in the human body. Adler stated all the drives were not of the sex drive but of the mastery drive. Jung explained that one motive behind all the drives, including the sex drive, is a desire to belong. Each with his own interpretation and definition still emphasized the sex drive.
The widow, whether virgin or experienced before the marriage, has been introduced to the stimulus. Her mate is gone, but not the stimuli, each stimulus according to her desires and fantasies, environment and accessibility. The female continues to experience a bodily tension stimulated by organisms which experienced sensations and caused discomfort during her maturity. Having been seeded in her marriage, these new stimulations force her to continue to search out the source.
She may choose to avoid and deny these needs, even to a point of denying herself. Avoiding sensations the body demands causes generations to increase and the whole internal system will be disrupted as drives increase.
Stimulations such as masturbation, manually or otherwise, repeat the original discomforts. The widowed woman will search out her own particular interests in certain stimuli. Her system responds differently to each new act for sufficient satisfaction and complete fulfillment. Visceral organs give rise to bodily tension with sensations of hunger, thirst, fatigue, and sexual desires. Her personality's internal tension will affect her attitude and behavior until she finds appeasement. With these motivating forces, urges, and basic drives, she may search out another mate who will fulfill desires and play out her fantasies, will turn her into a passive, willing body.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy Street had just returned from her usual evening walk and entered her apartment. She strolled lazily to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle of vodka from it. Pulling down a glass from above the sink, she poured her second drink of the evening. The first was for the confidence and courage with which Wendy was to use as a shield while daring to walk through this neighborhood.
The drink disappeared quickly. Wendy caught her breath as a warm glow started in the pit of her stomach and spread quickly to the rest of her body. Vodka was new to her and she forgot to use the orange juice. The next glass was liberal amount of the alcohol, an ice cube, then the orange juice. She was in no rush to kill this one. Wendy drifted back to the living room, slipped into her recliner, glanced around at the comfortably-furnished apartment and sighed heavily.
She was lonely and she was bored. The depression was worse after each walk. She could not sit still. Wendy drifted to the hall mirror and posed in various positions while adjusting her auburn hair. The appeal was titillating. Nylons proved her flesh was too sensitive to be teasing the opposite sex with a subtle but effective sway. Wendy was completely fascinated by her build still crying sensuality and temptation after thirty-four years. Every move coached excitement. Having read all of the how-to eroticism written in the past decade, there was not a spot from her ears to her toes that was not easily stimulated. Wendy knew. She was the only one who she permitted to stimulate her ever since her husband had died two years before. Only she knew a horrible secret, that any man who broke through her invisible barrier would have the power to make her crawl, whine, squirm, and beg for him.
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Buck Winters slipped over the darkened cyclone fence and skidded along the brick building until he was under the window of Mrs. Street. A project development was one of the most complicated and confusing areas for a person to maneuver in, especially if his plans were to watch women undress to get his rocks off. Buck had to dodge both the lights from the windows on his side and those of the opposite building. He had to watch out for anyone who just happened to look out or anyone passing by. The darkness was his only friend.
There was no light in this back bedroom, only the hall light where Mrs. Street was standing. He was just in time. He could stand here all night and pull his cock with the sight of each new naked limb, each uncovered sex organ. Nobody would know. But he had more elaborate plans for the seductive widow tonight.
As he watched the older woman move into the hall, the young eighteen year old just knew he had to have her. He had fallen in love with her more than a year ago while watching her hanging her wash on the line. Her giant tits bounced with every reach. Her full, large ass tested the material of her slacks. She was the goddess of his fantasies.
Buck stood now as he stood then, with his ten inch erection pulsating in his hand. He began stroking easy and evenly, not wanting to come just yet. He had to have her but he knew the more mature, older lady would only laugh at his adolescence. A secret that might convince Mrs. Street was the reason the other boys called him Buck. He was so damn big with such a huge cock that the boys feared having him date their sisters.
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Wendy was feeling a little light-headed from the strong and powerful liquor. It did soothe the loneliness of her life. It also filled the reason she had taken these evening walks, the human, natural need for the sex she so strongly denied herself and refused to give in to. The sex drive was the strongest drive in the human body, Wendy knew. Still, ever since her husband Sam had a sudden severe heart attack he never recovered from, sex had become sin, dirt, something she could not have anymore to do with now that Sam was gone.
Wendy knew she was getting drunk but no longer cared. Her pastel yellow dress was a symbol of rebellion against loneliness and boredom. It was thigh length. Her sway was seductive enough to expose the fact that she was wearing a sexy black slip which showed during her petite swirls.
The dress emphasized her perfect posture while her mind was locked on to her exposed flesh as Wendy strolled down the street, letting the hem fly. Nobody would guess her horrible secret, a love for her own beauty, an egoism between her brain and her sex organs. The widow could no longer intentionally attract the men nor indulge in pleasure but, unconsciously, the thin material would do the job her mind would not do.
Removing the dress and slip, Wendy tried to shake any memory of her dead husband while glaring at the black laced panties and matching bra. She still wore the nylons and heels for the sensuality. She decided it was silly to hide all of this beauty when the underwear appeared much like a bikini. Most women were not wearing bras anymore but Wendy had to. It was not to support the firm tits but to keep her extremely sensitive nipples safe from any accidental brush or squeeze.
The widow had not dared clothing appropriate for seductions since the funeral two years ago but recently her curiosity had reached its highest point during the reading of eroticism. An idea to hide blushing flesh seemed wrong in this age and to exhibit such material simply for amusement seemed harmless.
The mirror let her explore how much of her would be exhibited. Wendy saw where the title 'vanity' came from. Millions of women wore less on beaches but this was her flesh being openly exposed as it was explored, excited by her own thoughts. She was making full use of the elastic that fastened the bra. Breathing provided as much of a view of excitement as walking. The reflection showed what others would see. It was a representation of tonight, the men, the stimulated nerves subjecting them to a degree of sensuous agitation, a torturing inflammation of desires.
She admitted to herself there may have been excessive appreciation concerning her loyalty to her dead mate over the two year period and to her own beauty. Most women did not give a second thought to nudity while strutting as she did now, giving the egotistical appreciation, trying to attract a mate. She was ecstatic when others seemed interested, even if only to look. She heard sighs giving individual consideration when measuring and testing emotional stress her admirers experienced.
The goddess lowered her arms from above her head, shifted her hip to tease one knee with the other, and permitted auburn waves to fall where they may. A wink and a smile completed evidence that her love had become self-centered. The queen was all other women wanted to be. She had a right to love such beauty. With silk dancing sensuously as she moved, Wendy knew her green cat-like squint fascinated men. It might have been a weakness worth capitalizing on if she was interested, but getting involved meant sex and that was something Wendy was not sure she could handle anymore.
* * *
Buck had shot his wad twice and was only coming to his senses now. He could not help but be attracted to her legs. He stared at those muscular beauties, sensuous and sensitive, realizing he had never seen her with a man in the past two years. Her expression was one of a highly sensitive, excited, curious woman. She had escaped the sexual fate others took for granted and seemed to hold a proudness to it.
Buck decided it had to be rape, yet not the usual slap-her-down-and-bang-her. He had a complete planned procedure. Before the week was up, she would either be his or he would be in jail.
This was the friendly female who stopped to hold conversations with him. She would innocently ask how his parents and sisters were doing while watching the bulge in his pants grow. A discussion about her fourteen year old daughter spending most of her time at her grandmother's because Cindy blamed her mother for Sam's heart attack was supposed to be innocent. It was when Mrs. Street would go into detail about Cynthia's adolescent maturity that the ten inches almost busted out to show his excitement. As innocently, Mrs. Street would walk away with a cheerful good-by.
The evening was silent. Wendy threw the window wide. No one stirred. Night caressed her. She permitted night air to play on her reflection as she danced to her mirror.
Buck had checked. The grandmothers had taken Cindy up to Canada for the week without telling Mrs. Street. It would be so simple. In fact, she was going to enjoy this.
Wendy toyed with the strong muscles in her thighs. Night respected habits and privacy in her apartment without question. Nobody suspected this beauty spent most of her time in the nude, wishing someone knew, praying nobody found out. With erotic sensuality filling loneliness, Wendy protected her invisible shield.
Playing with the full body of auburn waves at the small of her back, her green cat-like eyes gave away secrets only to her mirror. Her breasts were proud with fullness, still firm at thirty-nine inches even at the age of thirty-four. She loved so much of her sensitive reflection. The humps, dips, curves, crevices, and deeply tanned beauty were not to be shared.
On her back with sheets around but not on her, Wendy revived beauty. Displaying gorgeous thighs for sensuous fantasies was a beginning. A full moon raced passed her window, creating couples in silent conflict on her ceiling. Figures relived dreams. She always saw a couple doing something on her walls. With thoughts on her own beauty, she saw herself up there.
With a deliberately slow tease, she undid the snap in the back and let the black bra roll from her breasts. The material did its job and her nipples stiffened with a shudder. Then she worked at the nylons as if operating, making the long powerful beauties suffer under a torture of pure delight. Glancing. A touch. Teasing. She knew she was beautiful, that she was in a shield of passion, loving her own tits, flesh, pussy, clit, and ass. Through nude pictures in magazines, Wendy discovered that it would not take much more than the sight of another's body to bring her to an orgasm.
Women used body formers and breast developers with some success. She was proud of the fact that she never had to use any of these mail-order gadgets. Still, there was fear for being so attractive now. She had to beware of her sensuous femininity to ward off attracted males. She realized she was backward and almost unbearable around crowds.
She maneuvered her five foot-seven inch frame until her legs were high on the wall and her one hundred and twenty-five pounds were resting on her shoulders. She began to slither like a snake as her fingers rolled down the black panties passed her ass and up her long legs to her knees. It took another position, dropping her feet over her head, to remove the silk. She pulled her large breasts to her face from this position and kissed and licked her nipples. The charge went straight to her clitoris. It was hers. They were hers. It was no more wrong than masturbating.
She thought back to Sam and their wedding night. Her hand drifted down her flat stomach as she rolled to lie face up. The fingers continued until they reached the reddish-brown pubic hair, then began to caress the thick bush. She remembered. One hand moved to her pear-shaped breast now standing proudly away from her body as she sat up, the nipples dark and erect. She cupped them in her hands to feel their warmness and firmness. Her eyes drifted down over her stomach, her full hips and strong, long, shapely legs.
One hand drifted back down to the secrets of her vulva. She massaged the flesh with her long fingers, feeling it had not lost its shape nor firmness. But Sam was not here. "Why ... why . . . ? "
Wendy had asked the question every night for two years. Now her hands went on a tour of their own ... rubbing her entire body tensely ... teasing her nipples, tits, stomach, legs ... then attacking her luscious pussy. Her hands became Sam's, massaging her breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples and making them harder, entering the lips of her cunt, searching out the key to her sexuality. Wendy remembered.
"S ... Sam ... Oh ... I ... I ... Oh!"
She remembered, deep in her fantasy, unable to hear any outside noises, unable to hear the intruder slipping through the window she had left open. She remembered how hard it was for her to face even her husband on the night of her wedding, her first night of her first sexual experience.
It was a one-room room in a cheap motel. It had one bed and a table with a lamp. Sam sat at the end of the bed to watch Wendy undress. She did, frightened out of her wits. The bulge in his pants began growing. His gasp over her beauty could be heard all over the room. Then it was Sam's turn. He stripped. Wendy was both more frightened and more excited simultaneously.
He stood and took her in his arms. Her lips met his, then crushed through to his teeth, his tongue, down his throat her own tongue swam with excitement. He caressed her wet member but she swallowed his tongue, becoming an animal he could not control. A power took control over her instincts. She had to have him. She forced him to kiss, nip, bite, and finally eat her tits, to tongue the nipples until he could no longer breathe. He had learned her first secret, that her breasts were the most sensitive portions of her body.
She was delighted when Sam fingered her slit on his own, spreading the lips to their full length, trying to devour her. She fell back and he crawled on. Wendy spread her legs wide for the first time for anyone and Sam pressed his swollen prick against the Vee to enter.
"S ... S ... Sam ... Oh ... Ohhh...." Wendy reached for his cock, wanting to yank in back out, wanting to shove it deep, not sure what she wanted as the head explored unknown regions and the new, throbbing shaft massaged her clitoris. She felt the warm member sliding along her cunt, then enter her again.
The head spread her. Wendy's mouth fell over her teeth to bite down, then dropped open with a gasp. Her breasts moved up and down with heavier breathing. He began moving his hips and Wendy felt him going deeper ... deeper. Pain. Pleasure. It was a simultaneous sensation when his cock broke through the membrane. Sam dropped his mouth over hers to catch the scream.
"Ooommmaaahhh ... aaa ... hhh...." Wendy felt the internal portions of her pussy being massaged, her clit being rubbed, and a dick where no cock had ever filled her before. He started to build up a pace. She began an attack of her own. The punishing charges set off his explosion. Semen soaked her insides and rolled out of her crack to fill her ass.
Wendy did not have an orgasm. That only seemed to happen if she used her own fingers. Sam was conservative with his habits, especially with sex. Wendy would strip and lay on the bed with her legs spread wide every night. Sam would fuck her, satisfy himself, and go to sleep. The beauty did not have the experience nor the knowledge to know better. By the time she found out, Sam was dead and she had sworn off love, sex and involvement. In reality, all Wendy had to remember the past was the daughter who knew more about the fads of sex than she did and who had no intentions of sharing knowledge, secrets nor love with the mother she blamed for her father's death.
Still, Wendy was in love with herself, a beautiful goddess with great wisdom and even greater desires. Such thoughts normally gave way to maturity. To avoid opinions that she was not normal, that self-love had led to self-service egotistical autoeroticism, the goddess lived as expected by those who preyed on loneliness. Limited to the experience of the missionary position but mentally exploring pictures and stories of the '70s, Wendy indulged in fantasies to fill loneliness. With a high school education and raised in the environment of the projects, she had no idea of what was happening to her. She knew only that to grab a free washer and dryer in the laundry and still keep up with her ironing in her apartment, she had to join the tooth-and-nail gag while holding her personality friendly as a front to out-smart a weaker woman.
The loneliness, boredom and depression was building. There had to be someone out there for her, someone she would not dare approach but who might approach her, devour her shield, tear away all barriers.
She wiggled out of bed and danced back to her mirror. She dreamed of the powerful Afreet who would discover her secret. He had to be out there. Wendy read about the powerful devils, gigantic in stature and malicious activities. King Solomon once tamed an Afreet to do his bidding. The squinted-devilish green glare and wide, bright, natural smile behind moist lips and white teeth told Wendy planned the capture and eventual sensuous taming. The wink she gave herself hinted of bidding she desired.
Darkness drew Wendy to the open window. He was out there, a love, need, desire. She stared in wonder. He would be solid, the wildness of tall, dark, handsome muscles, beautiful, somewhat like Buck, the neighbor boy who adored her. Night kissed hidden desires. It was as if the stranger touched her nipples. She jumped to the safety of her walls, blushing under non-existent glances. Aroused by her own appearance, she could not bear having men know her secrets nor realize her desires just yet. Wendy permitted night air to crawl over her exposed flesh for daring appeasement.
It was clean, magnificent. People saw what their imaginations let them. She cared. She loved it. Nobody saw the real goddess. She closed the window and returned to her bedroom, to her bed.
Night. Sprawled sensuously. Refreshed. Thinking. Her mirror was tilted for vanity. Questions. Decisions. Future promises. Previous failures. Facts. It could all be shoved aside as minor experiences without further obligations. Employed tactics. Answers. Wendy depended on secrecy. Now even her clothes were erotic, daring, and colorful to fit her composition.
Still, she did not have answers. Activities from sensuous books were embedded on her mind. Wendy ordered the hidden side of her personality to be released to meet passions in fantasies. Pondering titillating experiences smothered loneliness. Memories of her short sex life excited pleasurably. Society's new sexual permissiveness was inviting. But Wendy read that this acceptance had spread in inadequacies of deteriorating standards, hopeless wars, bloodshed, and political violence. Sex offered comfort and escape. Wendy had no use for this tragedy.
Sex was connected to history, medical movements, liberation movements, and was inscribed in descriptive pictures of mythology once some culture's Bibles by authors, artists, and culturalists. This sex tragedy did not offer the love Wendy was looking for.
Thoughts were self-inflicted stimulations, dreams of a passionate sex partner while her own fingers probed the depths of her pussy. Extensive research was carried out in Wendy's mind, masturbation challenging her mental barriers. Sex was the basis for dreams, the foundation of a life she now avoided. Wendy found herself trapped, knowing every printed perverted clause by heart. She wanted to try every published sensuous trick promising to make her the perfect lover. But she could only dream, never wanting to go through the pain again, the loss again.
Her hand slid over her flat stomach, wondering about touch.
CHAPTER TWO
Buck had maneuvered until he was in the living room and then to the adjoining kitchen. He reached out and knocked on the front door, then again backed into the shadows. He knew Mrs. Street was easily disturbed by such interference and would at least partly dissociate herself from her fantasy to partially redress. She would be angry but hide it behind a front of off-beat sophistication. It was not like the call girls nor the professional nor the rich. Mrs. Street was human.
The widow was clad in a baby-doll robe of a rich purple. She had on low heels but discarded the nylons and slip. Pressure from her large breasts proved she wore the black bra. Her stride gave away the sight of her panties and the fact that her buttocks were too full for such small, flimsy material.
"Who's there?" The low, whiskey tone sang out the question every woman asked before opening the door in this neighborhood.
"I'm right here."
"What?" Wendy spun to meet the shock of Buck standing behind her. "Buck! What the hell . . . ? "
His bass whisper cut her off. "Before you scream, before you call the police or anyone else, at least give me a chance to explain the situation?" He was clam, yet jittery. His usual infallible vocabulary had softened the shock. "Shall we sit?" He wanted her to come out here for several reasons but the most enticing was the clothing. Having her redress, then undress again was better than seeing her naked right away.
"Sit? Police? Scream? Damn it, Buck, what would your mother say if she knew you broke in here?"
Suddenly, the muscular giant did not seem so confident. She was dominating the scene, taking over, not backing down. Buck was shaken, wondering what was going on.
Wendy realized what was going on immediately. He was in her apartment, locked inside with her. The plan seemed completely out in the open. It was to be a rape but the teenager had backed down. She had him to do with as she pleased.
She raised her hair above her head and walked around as if thinking it over. The pull on her arms made her robe ride up. It thrilled her to have the boy in this situation, not knowing which he wanted more, her tits or her ass. She let the auburn fall and spun to let the bottom of the robe fly free.
"What am I gonna do with you, Buck? Think I should tell your parents or call the cops?" The green gaze hypnotized him. The natural smile possessed him.
Wendy looked him over, the black, uncombed curls, the deep black eyes, the two top buttons of his black silk shirt unbuttoned to expose a muscular chest strong arms and legs, and his crotch. What a crotch! Wendy's hand moved to her own crotch as she sat to cross her legs on the couch, giving him a full view of her panties. She secretly rubbed her vagina through the thin material of her silk. She slid her palm over her legs, feeling the moistness of her sheer panties against her flesh.
Her heart beat a little faster but her smile became a stern symbol of control over him. The impression in his pants was not a mere bulge but had a long, tube-shaped thickness running down the leg with a slightly larger tip ending almost a foot away. Wendy could hardly control the sigh escaping from her throat.
"Damn," she whispered to herself, "is that all him? All cock? What would it look like when erected? I ... I don't ... but I've got to find out, to know. It ... would be harmless."
"Mrs. Street, I. . . ? "
"Come here, Buck!" She watched him stagger over, unsure of his steps.
Wendy held her stern expression but she was watching the impression, feasting on the magnificent specimen mentally. Excitement surged through her, heating her blood. Her heart beat against her chest, forcing her nipples to become erect. Her mouth dropped open a little and she licked her lips. Her breathing was heavier.
"I think," Wendy cleared her throat, "all you really need to do is relieve yourself." She put her hand over the mound in his pants, feeling his prick hot and hard, swelling thicker and straining against the tight material. In full control, she tightened her two fingers and stroked him once to check the full length. "It is all him!"
"Masturbate?" Buck still had not recovered. "You want me to ... to . . . ? "
"Jack off. Yes. You'll be relieved of this problem and can leave without fear of the cops picking you up later for ... for doing something you'll regret."
"But.. . ? "
"Oh, hell." She opened his belt, the single button, and the zipper. "It's a natural, healthy act, Buck. You can even fantasize about some girl you've been out with. In fact, you lie on the couch and I'll work it off like I did my husband's. I'll get one of the bath towels and ... OH!" She had yanked his trousers below his knees to shock him but the sight of the ten inch prong jumping out at her made her catch her breath. "I ... you just lay ... I ... I'll get the towel." But under her breath, she sucked in "OH, HOLY FUCK!" And as Wendy moved away toward the bathroom, knowing Buck could see her ass and tight panties dancing under the robe, the dick grew thicker, harder, slightly longer. The head was a red, blue, and purple with the blood filling the veins.
Wendy returned with a soft bath towel and sat beside Buck, attempting to act stern, serious, tough, and still ignore the most powerful prick she had ever seen.
"You certainly are aroused, Buck. What made you get so damn hot?"
"Watching you. I ... I love...." But he could not break the widow's stern tone.
"Relax, Buck. Don't be so childish." Wendy was studying the member, the first cock she had seen in two years. She had read about young studs with large pricks but had considered the descriptions as exaggerated fiction. This was real. It was here. It was begging for her. Her mind said no. Her brain said maybe. Her own body was turning against her while aching for the answer yes.
She was holding his throbbing rod, stroking it softly, watching it respond to the up and down motion of her grip. Excited, she listened to her breath become more shallow as she fondled the head, playfully maneuvering her hands more strongly. Excited, she was now forced to squeeze her knees together.
It was fantastic. Slowly, Wendy removed her hands and glared at the phallus. Its arrow-shaped head jumped for her. A watery fluid found its way out of the crack. A large blue vein slithered under the shaft while all the ten inches bounced in an erect position. It was four times the length of her middle finger and three times wider. She realized his orgasm was only a stroke away and wanted to enjoy what was left.
The queen stood, back up, and removed her victim's shoes, socks, and pants. Seeing he wore no shorts, she realized he had planned this evening's crime ... probably for days. Keeping her grip over him, she placed the soft towel on his stomach. This gave her the reason to feel the member pressing against her belly. She stared into Buck's black eyes as a mother ready to punish a child and closed her palms warmly over his swollen head, pressuring his prick toward its first contractions.
"This is all you really needed, Buck. Keep your eyes closed and come ... come in my hands ... come on, Buck ... fuck my hands...."
Wendy was extremely excited and lost her concentration. The teenager had already shot his load twice while masturbating and now his staying power had tripled. Buck was ready to make his own move. He grabbed a handful of auburn waves and pulled the woman on top of him.
"Oh! No, Buck! Oh!"
Wendy dove for the floor but the strong boy caught her in mid air. She could feel the penis throbbing against her vulva just outside her panties. The strong pair of hands on her ass pulled her back up. Her mind, brain, and body were centered on his cock. It jumped, having a mind of its own, a brain of its own, and its own desires for her.
"Oh, please, Buck ... no ... I ... it's so ... so big ... too big!"
The goddess felt the robe slide down her back to her neck. A moment later, her flimsy bra was unsnapped and hit the floor. She bucked away to protect her tits but it only served to give Buck the room needed to yank her panties down to her knees. She fought his pull until the soft towel became a deadly weapon. It was wrapped around her neck and used to tug her back to the couch. The prick brushed against her inner thigh. She let herself be dragged back rather than fight the strangle hold. Buck was on his feet.
"Remove the robe, please, Mrs. Street?"
"You ... sonofabitch ... please ... no ... please . . . ? " But Wendy knew there was nothing to stop Buck. The robe landed on the floor. A new sensation overwhelmed her as she was placed on the couch face up with her head hanging over the end. Her tits and pussy were fully exposed to the male who could do anything he wished and apparently was going to do so. Her mind said no but now both her brain and body were tuned to nerves sensitive to lingering desires, ready to receive in ecstasy, finding these actions pleasurable.
"Oh, please ... Buck ... don't ... please don't . . . ? " Wendy no longer controlled restrictions. With each kiss, each caress, each maneuver, boundaries fell. The kneading power from his lips heated stimulations to guide her. Buck's muscles embraced her protectively as she lost what was left of her resisting and weak objections.
"You ... mother-fucking sonofabitch! I hate you! I ... ooh ... ooohhh ... B ... B ... Buck ... Oooooohhhhhh...." It was the first time anyone had even gotten close to her breasts, let alone put their lips on her nipples as he was doing now, tugging at them as if trying to force milk from her. Emotions were building from need, desires and lust to meet his aggressiveness. With her head hanging back and everything exposed for Buck's whims, Wendy felt sick with the abnormal hunger to respond and enjoy this rape. These horrible desires became a wonderful agony. The moment became a leashed aliveness.
Buck had what he wanted, who he wanted, and was not going to let go. He loved her. But she had insulted him with her vulgar seduction. She had used his dick as a toy and him as a child who deserved no more sexual enjoyment than masturbation. He knew how to make her pay.
He sucked on her ear, licking around and inside until she responded by heaving her breasts upwards. He found his way to her mouth and parted her lips by pushing back on her head while holding her jaw. Surprisingly, she accepted his tongue. He tasted her teeth, her mouth, the deepness of her throat. She wrapped her own tongue around his. He drew it into his mouth and swallowed with their lips still locked. As she announced her disgust for him once more, he moved down to feed on her tits again.
For a moment, he seemed satisfied with nipping, lapping, gnawing and biting at her left breast while squeezing and pinching her right nipple. He could not believe the reactions he was receiving from sucking her tits. Wendy was going out of her mind. He pushed up on her breast, squeezed, then took as much of it as possible into his mouth. Her sigh banked off the walls as a savage snarl. A circling motion with his tongue around her nipple tightened nerves from her brain to her spine. When he reversed direction, her breath was keeping beat. When he rotated to the waiting breast, her breathing kept time with a hard exhale at the end of each inhale.
Before this, only Wendy's diary knew her nipples were extremely sensitive, almost as sensitive as her clit which was now erect and waiting its turn. The queen was able to recognize this critical point but was unable to stop.
"B ... B ... ooohhh ... ooohhh, baby ... yes ... yes ... y ... y ... YES!"
Wendy was unaware that she was squealing with satisfaction. Horrible jerks of limitless power took over her flesh to force a glow deep from within her shield. A clasping tautness of nerves maintained a grip on her will. The fury of her rage was against herself for giving in.
"You ... can't ... do this ... it's ... ooohhh ... OOOHHH ... so good...."
Buck began to swallow, deep, hard, intentional. Wendy felt her tits expanding, stretching, twitching and tingling with shuddering spasms. She experienced the heat of her reddening face. A moan was for the power growing. Her chest was on fire. Her silent begging shoved the air out of her lungs. She was clawing and gnashing, face to face with flames, enjoying every response, squirming with desires. The curious sound escaped her throat, a lust revealing her own desires. Breathing raced to a high pitched scream, then broke into a bass moan. Vibrations pounded at her brain but bent and snapped into harmless waves.
Buck refused to let her cool off. Wendy's breathing was heavy, filling her lungs and forcing her nipples to rise toward those gnawing, hungry lips. They began to descend. Wendy closed her eyes. The stud was teasing. His upper lip shoved her nipple up until it begged with its erection. She felt her soul shatter as Buck penetrated her boiling brain.
"Relax, Mrs. Street. Don't fight it. You've been here before. I wouldn't hurt you."
Craving shattered her mind. The goddess could feel her veins swelling. Buck's hands separated her legs, flexed her knees, and spread her thighs. That ten inch poker was there, brushing her pussy, teasing until her response was to let the outer lips open involuntarily as she lurched upward to unintentionally, subconsciously, snatch that pulsating prick. She experienced his entry and the force of her box snapping shut. It had been too long between fucks, Wendy realized, and this was what she really wanted this morning, this evening, this month, this year.
"B ... B ... Buck ... ooohhh ... y ... eeeyyyeeesss ... oh ... f ... fuck...."
The vodka had its hold. It was as if he had sucked the drink from her nipples and was now giving it back to her from his cock to her vagina. It made her brave enough to try to jack him off. Now it was making her weak enough to give in to forbidden desires.
"I ... I ... need ... fuck ... ooohhh ... fuck me ... no! No ... ooo ... too ... big ... ooo ... OOOH ... AAAaaahhh ... mmmmmm ... mmmhhhaaa...."
Flames of desires flaring in luminous intensity was heating her soul. Wendy wanted to object and accept her fate simultaneously. She was doing neither consciously. Buck covered her mouth with his to swallow her cries. They melted into each other, their bodies standing out as a dynamic quiescent, dominating the scene. Her throat thickened with the immediacy to scream her objections but all she could bring herself to offer were the passionate whines of her own hidden desires. Her brain darkened with the first wild impulse to burst forth with a furious charge to attack her rapist. The vodka, the teasing masturbation, and now the fantastic stimulations forced her to sustain her grip against any foolish overwhelming urge. The goddess had permitted her potentially dangerous confidence explode and now her own perspiration soaked any desires to take the aggressive stand. Wendy submitted.
Buck felt her position change for his attack and knew she was his. "Say it!"
"P ... p ... please?"
"I want you to say it, Mrs. Street. Say it, Wendy!"
"Do it? Please? Oh, Buck, I ... I need ... please don't hurt me."
"Your vocabulary needs brushing up. It's a simple act unless it has been perfected. I prefer intercourse but, for now, I'll let you decide whether there is a difference between my style of intercourse and a cheap fuck." Buck laughed and rubbed the head of his swollen prick up and down her cunt, watching the lips open slightly.
"Y ... yes ... eeeyyysss ... fffuuuaaa...." Wendy squealed as the mighty phallus slowly climbed up inside her, rubbing against her clitoris, spreading her pussy wider than it had ever been before. It was a slow fuck, a perfected act. Buck moved up an inch and back half an inch. The queen silently screamed as the full ten inches slowly turned her guts into mush. She pulled and clawed but the cock kept on climbing. She was cringing in anticipation, shaking with every fiber, conscious of the reality of this rape and the fantasy she had for this act almost every night. She had one foot in each world. Her insides were on fire. Her frame was carrying the ultimate load. A swift flow within tortured veins tightened her full weight and brought the vodka to life. Steady vibrations set off streams of concentration now locked onto the dick. Increasing desires became tension reaching for its ultimate.
"Like it, Wendy?"
"Yeeesss ... ooooooeeeeeessssss...."
Buck quickly pulled out, then laughed at Wendy's confused expression. Then he was back. The head of his cock teased her vulva. She arched. He gave her just the head, then withdrew as the suction from her box attempted to hold him.
Wendy moaned. He entered again, rubbing his love muscle against hers. The queen waited. He withdrew. She groaned. He gave her a little more than an inch. She threw herself up for more. He withdrew. Her moaning was a begging for more. She felt the head of the throbbing, pulsating erection enter, withdraw, enter, tease, withdraw, enter, tease deeper, withdraw.
"I ... I ... ooohhh my g ... g ... aaa ... aaaiii ... I ... I'm com ... c ... c ... coming ... commmaaahhh. . . " For the first time in two years, Wendy was having an orgasm without masturbating. She could not believe it. She was exploding and Buck had not even started yet. A shuddering explosion rocked her clit. "B ... B ... Buckkk ... oooooo ... uOOOOOHHHhhhaaa ... aaammm...." She could never bring herself to the greatness of this tremor by fingerfucking and he was still working. Then he withdrew again. "P ... oh ... please ... please?"
"Please what, Wendy?" Buck laughed.
The queen's consciousness was hanging on by degrees. Thousands of small stimulations merged into one growing sensation. He entered and gave her all of the rod, then withdrawing, teased the clit. A shock of tension drove her body upward. Wendy had never experienced multiple orgasms before.
"Please what, beautiful?"
"OH! OH! Ohhh ... I ... I ... ohh ... aaahhhaaammm ... P ... pi ... pleeezzz . . ? "
Wendy was crying. It was wonderful, fantastic, yet against a life of seclusion she was used to. He withdrew, entered, withdrew. She cringed in anticipation, crying, cussing. "Pleeezzz ... I ... hate ... I hate youuu ... oh ... ooo ... ooohhh...."
"Beg me!"
"I ... need you ... now ... fff ... fuck meee ... oh, hell ... pleeezzz ... fff ... fffuuuaaa ... mmmeee ... eeeeee?"
Buck gave her the full length of his erection, pounding deep inside her. Lips dedicated to timing speed attempted to stop the male from interrupting the pace. Throbbing muscles affected every portion of Wendy's brain. She continued begging but he held her in a suspended orgasm. Her clit ached for attention, fully erect, extremely sensitive to friction. Buck withdrew, then entered all the way very slowly, pushing the breath out of the goddess. The rock-hard boner continued to climb when she expected it to end.
Wendy's brain jerked with each response. Violent emotion now played upon by unrestricted foreplay became a cruel lust under magnificent control. Her breathless whines told of unbelievable stimulated orgasms. Sensations reached top intensity as the goddess attempted to hold on. She no longer controlled excitement. Buck's intentional interruption of the beat caused unexpected friction, converting shock into new sensations. Her vaginal walls contracted. Glands expanded. Intensified excitement and the beat sped up.
"Yeeeeee ... ssssssss ... oh, yes ... yyyeeesss...." Her consciousness flowed in an ever-developing and more vivid stream. She was a nervous dynamo, jumpy with hunger to respond. She attempted to hold her concentration steady, contemplating her own strengths and weaknesses. Orgasms surged as acid streams of strength flowing into her blood, pouring along nerves, poisoning reservoirs of fear. Waves of desires still blurred her reasoning. Tightening responses were overwhelming. Wendy's brain drifted. Her limbs felt as if bathing in molten lava. The sheer sensuality of the rape, an act leaving her completely innocent and not responsible for her response, thundered through her being. Buck was maneuvering her body as if she was a fragile piece of glass.
"Ohhh ... b.b.b.Buck ... I ... I ... p p p ... pleee ... zzz ... I ... neeeeeed ... eeeuuu ... n.n.n.owww ... I ... nnn ... nnnmmm...." Wendy flung her auburn waves back and closed her green eyes tight, begging, aching, squealing. Fucking had never been this way before. Never! It sent her through a terrible frenzy. Her walls closed on her new joy stick. Their pace quickened, forcing her mind to challenge Buck's punishing charge. Her panting was exhales of unexpected pleasures. Her mind raced and jumped. Her heart jumped in anger. Then came another withdrawal and another deep thrust.
"Oh, my ... g ... g.g.g ... .b.b.b ... Buck ... I ... I ... iiieeesss...." The queen's reasoning was jarred and swirled into chaos. The teasing was maddening but concentration was essential. Nerves squirmed. Flames flared in incandescent violence to eat ravenously at her brain. Sex influenced the atmosphere while rays breaking through her mind pieced together this new communication. Wild craving tore at muscles while the penis throbbed as a living part of Wendy's being.
"More ... more ... oh ... please ... I ... I ... need ... oh ... OOOHHH...." A defiance to hold draining pleasures expanded her breast muscles. Her clit, abundantly supplied with extremely sensitive nerves, erected and relaxed several times. Speed was furious, intensifying sensations. Stomach muscles pulled. Wendy no longer had a free will. It was a silent and absorbing communication between them, between their bodies, between her cunt and his cock.
"Hold on, Wendy. I'm getting ... I...."
"B ... b.b.b ... mmmnnnmmm...."
Breathing disturbed the last deafening tranquility. Tenseness flaming along nerves, pressing with unrelenting strength, told of forbidden enjoyment within Wendy's degradation and the passions the widow was finally releasing.
"I ... c.c.c.com.com ... com ... mmmmmm...."
"Hold on!"
Wendy felt each part of her body and each reaction. The world gradually faded as speed picked a unified pace. Her consciousness became total reflex at this new height. Buck was pounding off the walls, trying to drive his dick through her. Her mind was being eliminated, the results of her first sexual excitation in two years. Convulsions and contractions of every gland and muscle in her body pounded at her heart and ribs, reaching her brain with waves of pleasure. Confusion mounted. The widow's flesh twitched in shuddering movements with senses taut in anxiousness. Swift tingling stammered along her intricate nervous system but she followed it in her thoughts. Rape was not supposed to be like this.
The inevitable moment had come. Excitement conjured more defiance. Wendy hungered for this. She felt rhythmic contractions tugging, building at the mouth of her vagina for the fifth and most powerful time, edged on by the fact that Buck was going to come inside her. Her muscles contracted, affecting her heart, tightening and pounding at her brain and spine. Perspiration pouring from every pore proved satisfaction was on her mind. She ached with desires of such tremendous quantities now that she was relying purely on instinct to help her survive this attack.
"I ... iiimmmmmm ... c.c.c.commm ... mmm ... ooommm.m.m.maahhh...."
"W.W.W.nnnnnndeeeeee...."
The prick, feeling as big as a bull's and just as hard, exploded high up inside her with long, hot spasms, meeting her own juices as the goddess shuddered with the start of her rocking spasm ... the orgasm! More force in her pussy contracted and relaxed repeatedly. Her insides twisted, relaxed, and contracted repeatedly with involuntary irregularity. Wendy was hanging on ecstasy, arching, waiting for one more deep thrust.
"I ... ooohhhooommm ... mmmaaa ... mmmeeesss...." It came with Buck's final lunge. The woman's entire being expanded and contracted to tighten around her ribs and pull at her breasts with the pace of her furious panting. Her heart was running wild. Everything merged to shake her soul. "Buuuaaakkkeee ... eeeyyysss ... f.f.f.fffuuukkkkeee nnnmmee eemmaahh k.eess.nnmmee.eemmaa . . .aahh...."
Wendy's heartbeat accelerated with her heavy breathing after this final orgasm. She expelled all the air from her lungs, relieving herself of her overexcitement accumulated to send her heart on a rampage. She experienced spastic intense sensations within her thighs, abdomen and neck. The goddess finally collapsed in a relaxed and restful state, feeling the hot come slither out of her pussy and down in to the crack of her ass. He was still in her, softer, heavier. Her heart thundered against her ribs, wanting to explode, then slowed to normal in fatigue. Her whole body had now become an erogenous zone.
Buck had finally let his semen go, shoving deep, wanting his dream-lover to take it all into her cunt. It had been a long and hard ordeal. He collapsed, but this was only his first time fucking her and he was too excited to stay down. He had too much to prove to her. She would pay for the physical insult but she was also going to see the love he had for her. He left his cock inside her for another moment, draining himself, feeling her heat.
"You're almost as tight as a virgin, Wendy." There was no answer. He watched the tears running quietly down her cheeks. He kissed them but the woman turned away. Buck removed his shirt and wiped the sweat from his body, the come from his privates. He had started to clean off her pussy when she grabbed the shirt and turned away with a whine. When she closed her legs tightly and rolled to bury herself in the couch, Buck grinned. Everything about him was to be nothing less than a stimulating sight conveying visual excitation making her respond to his aggression.
Wendy was so comfortable, she could have fallen asleep right there, but so excited that she waited for his next move. She felt the towel tighten around her throat, not roughly, just enough to guide her. Yet it was a deadly weapon. She still could not be held responsible for her actions. This was rape ... and the tug on her new collar told her he was not through.
CHAPTER THREE
The green glare of the widow sharpened with a squint of hate for her rapist. A slight tug on the ends of the towel tightened the strangle hold. Wendy was forced to her feet as if she was a dog on a leash. She pulled the robe around herself but it hid almost nothing.
"Do you want a drink, Wendy?" Buck actually had a slight tone of concern in her ear, whispering from behind her.
"It was rape, Buck." She was trying to ignore the lapping of his tongue at her ear and the long, soft prick brushing between her legs, running against the robe with its head dangling between her buttocks. She tried to step away but was pulled back. She gasped and jumped as her attacker pressed his body against hers.
"Who took whose clothes off first, Mrs. Street?" Buck purposely let his cock slide into the crack of her ass. She was acting too cool for him with her arms folded under her breasts. The new sensation and any ideas that came with it forced her to put her own hand back for protection, leaving her tits exposed.
"I was only trying to help you, stop you from ... from doing what you did. You shouldn't have, Buck. It was rape."
"Was it a perfect intercourse or what you call a fuck?" No answer. Buck spun her around to face him, pulling tighter on the towel. "Tell me." His bass tone still confident, gentle.
"I ... you're good." Wendy was confused, not sure when he was going to be rough, mean or gentle. Except for the small wrestling match just before the sex, he had not shown any signs of being too rough. In fact, he was almost babying her. "I ... I want...."
"What do you want, Mrs. Street?" Buck smiled, watching his dream-lover's green gaze drift down his naked, perspiring muscular body to his dick.
Wendy remembered reading something about this. It was working. The sights of his familiar build took effect. She was highly sensitive, immediately responding to irritations of the influential sights, odor, and recognition of this young boy's voice. She was trapped with the sensations. Her life could not remain personal any longer. She had not forgotten the lust he had forced from her tonight. She was still in his reach and slightly embarrassed by her nude situation.
"I want you out of my apartment, you sonofabitch. I won't tell anybody what a rotten mother-fucking bastard you are, that you broke in here and raped me. Just get the hell out!"
"Kiss me!"
The queen glared with hate in her eyes. Yet there was the sweat, his uncombed hair, his breathing, those muscles. She did have fantasies about him made up from previous impressions, her imagination, her own mental aggression. That particular manly odor this individual gave off set her insides on fire. She even remembered at times it had made her blush. It was as if he had guessed her most intimate secrets and was playing on her self-satisfaction clinically, vulgarly, curiously aroused with only physical, sexual motives. Wendy was ready to return to the solitude within her shield to avoid fear, pain, possible infection, probable permanent damage. She despised Buck for what he did and for secrets he had discovered.
"I ... I'm warning you, Buck."
The teenager pulled the towel and forced the woman to press against him. His prick came in contact with her moist pubic hair. Her tits were almost flat against his chest. He grabbed the auburn waves and led her head to where her lips were perfect, holding her head backwards so he would lean into her nipples when he kissed her.
"That was the first time in two years, wasn't it, Mrs. Street?" He winked and nodded to a magazine she had been reading, one of the more erotic pictures on the cover. Many of the publications of the '70s advertised potential forms of profound gatherings of sexual gratification carried out with mutual consent and affection. Buck knew now that Wendy had spent all this time reading about body contact, external petting, internal manual manipulation, oral stimulation, and various positions for foreplay and intercourse. The female's expression to his question told him she still had never experienced anything like tonight, that any further games on his part may still be new to her.
"Remove the robe, please?"
"P ... please, B ... Buck ... nnnggg . . . ? "
"Now! This towel doesn't get much tighter."
The cloth hit the floor. Wendy waited, too hypnotized to object to the caressing of her ass and this inevitable kiss. She had feared all physical contact, mental contact, and emotional contact within her shield. Buck waited. The mirror waited. The goddess caught his nod of approval and unintentionally nodded from instinct. The action was interpreted as a positive answer.
There was little Wendy could do against the powerful and experienced body. She was not sure she wanted to do anything. The green-eyed beauty licked her lips to relieve the dryness. "Please, no?"
She feared and fought it, speaking when words were out of place, not even trying to make sense out of this rendezvous. Fingers moved tenderly, longingly, lovingly, lingering to show affection and desire. His hands were warm as he physically complimented her strong back. The embrace grew tighter. She could feel her flesh lifting on its own to meet those lips. "I love you, Wendy."
The queen could not believe what she was feeling. After a wild session on the couch that should have drained him, that long, thick phallus was becoming erect again. Its hardness pressed against her bush. Fluctuation in his tone became vision. Vulgarity in his deep breathing stopped the queen from objecting to the descent of his head. Wendy wanted to see everything. Stimulated nerves told her mind she would not have to keep her eyes open to see.
She felt the lips moving lightly over hers, then press. The cock was doing its job, rubbing against her pussy, throbbing, forcing her clit to respond to an external masturbation. Her lips parted slightly, then opened with the force of the tongue entering her, brushing her teeth, parting them, tickling her own member, tickling the roof of her mouth, the sides of her cheeks, the back of her soft throat. He was sucking on her tongue, making things happen to her clit, her vagina, her nipples. When he let up, she finally managed to pull away from his mouth, not his dick nor his flesh pressing against her breasts.
"I hate you, you ... you . . . ! "
Buck let go of the towel and let her escape. "I think it's time to discuss where we stand, Mrs. Street. Why don't you just call your mother. Ask for Cindy."
Wendy stopped from her backward flight. She turned toward the kitchen, the phone, then back at him. He was serious. She held the towel in front of her and walked to the phone. He was right behind her when she dialed. One ring. Another. And another.
"There's no answer." Buck was calm, confident. "What did you . . . ? "
"Not did. Will do, if I don't get what I want. Can you just picture my penis climbing up inside your little virgin daughter's vagina?"
"You rotten mother-fucker! Where are they?"
"It would be a perfect intercourse, Mrs. Street. I don't like cheap fucks, as you well know."
Wendy put down the unanswered phone and tried to gain her composure. She put up no fuss when he took the towel from her and placed the collar around her neck again. Her objections sank with the news of her daughter and her mother being in danger. All of her nudity was exposed for this sex maniac but she was in no position to bargain. "What ... do you want?"
"You."
Wendy drew a cigarette from a pack on the table and put it in her lips. She tried to light it three times but her hands were as badly shaken as her mind. Buck finally lit it. She moved to the bottle on the sink and poured herself a swallow of vodka without the orange juice. "Naturally, you've been putting this together for some time."
"Very elaborate."
"You know I don't get along with my daughter?"
"Wrong. You love her. She's the one with the problem. But for insurance, your mother's in great shape for a fifty-four year old. Drink up!"
The goddess downed the drink. She watched Buck pick up the bottle, not knowing the next move but sure he would command her to guide her. She did not have to glance any further to see the sex fiend's cock pulsating for her, growing to its full length and adding to its thickness. "Kidnapping and rape."
Buck took the ends of the towel and pulled, forcing Wendy to her knees, then to her hands. "Crawl!" He slapped her on the ass, then climbed onto her back. "I was nice to you but you seem to be in the mood of vulgarity. You don't know what rape it."
"Oh! Get off ... oh! You bastard! You sonofabitch!"
Buck pulled her hair while holding the towel as reigns. He slapped her ass all the way into the living room, then pushed her head down to force her to pick up her bra with her teeth. Wendy was very confused, attempting to put together the situation. She had no time to digest the fact that her daughter and mother were in danger but now she was working on why she had ever permitted herself to become a victim of degradation.
She was in the middle of deciding whether to fight back and how much danger her family was really in. Her right arm was pulled behind her and tied with the elastic from her bra while she attempted to balance herself and his weight with her left hand. The huge dick was tangled in her hair and tickling the back of her neck. His huge balls bounced around her back until he climbed off and pulled her left hand back to tie it. Then he walked away from her for a moment.
Wendy was crying. She refused to let him hear her but the tears were rolling down her face. Buck returned with her panties and used them to bind her ankles. She knew now that the tits she pampered, the pussy she adored, and her whole being were exposed for her every whim. She began to cry openly as he dragged her by her hair into Cindy's bedroom, the room he had entered from.
She waited until he gave her the command before she stood up, holding her balance despite the binding. She realized that for some strange reason, he had left her more slack than she expected. She was able to walk and move her arms easily. He led her to the bed. She was forced to stand until he checked out Cindy's dresser, then returned with a hair brush and seated himself on the edge of the bed.
"I never intended to make you cry, Mrs. Street, but since you insist on acting like a spoiled child...." He patted his knees to suggest that she bend over him for the spanking.
The goddess refused to obey. It was not only that she objected to a spanking but his cock was now rigid, pulsating, standing straight out to her.
Buck made a move as if he was going to brush her pubic hair. Her reaction was to bend back, away, throwing her shoulders forward. He grabbed her arm and yanked her over his knees. Her off-balanced position did the rest.
The stud looked his victim over closely. She was waiting, anticipating the brush. Buck's excitement grew with the sight. He had always been fascinated by the figure of a nude woman whose tits hung down from this position. Gravity forced her weight to pull to the nipples, to swell the front of these gorgeous beauties. But the girls he managed to lure always had small titties, just enough for his palm. These 39s were not only the most beautiful but Mrs. Street had a mental fixation on this part of her anatomy. He discovered this the moment he took one in his mouth.
He reached down and pinched the nipple. He guessed right. She was erect. He took the titties through a thorough massage while his interest landed on her ass. He liked the way her ass spread wider when she finally leaned forward and supported herself on his knees. She had strong shoulders, yet soft, feminine. Her back only slightly dipped, then rose with the arch of her buttocks. What really put a fire in his belly were her strong thighs. He was not sure where to start.
Wendy was confused by the motion but landed where she expected to end up. Still, the motive made no sense. Her seducer was touching her in all the right places. Having her hands tied behind her only added to the anticipation. He was working her nipples as if milking a cow and she loved it. She did not have to tell him.
"Buck ... no ... ooommm...." Her mind had been tuned to her ass, tightening the muscles for the expected smack. Her body was going the other way, experiencing the pressure of the ten inch erection bending down from the weight at her belly. She never expected the rapist to give her precious tits any attention at this point.
A second surprise came when Buck's hands moved over her back. He played with her ear, tickling the inner area, the lobe, the back. The light touch moved down the side of her neck. He began stroking her throat as if jerking her off lightly. His gentleness was ecstatic. The kneading he gave her shoulders and the back of her neck heated new sensations.
Then he did something nobody had even thought of doing. She moaned to the strokes as he scratched her back tenderly. Nerves began to react from her neck through her spine to her ass. "Nnn ... mmm ... nnnooo...." Wendy realized she was behaving like a cat but, in this situation, it did not matter. The fingers worked for an endless time before straying to her side. The goddess jumped with the slight tickle of her ribs. She did not realize the stall was for things to come.
The first swing broke all barriers and reminded Wendy there was nothing between her and the brush. Then a second slap. Three. Four. Harder. Stronger. Faster. She tried to scream but was crying too hard. She wanted to cry but was choking too much. The pain was not limited to her ass and spread down her thighs. She kicked, moaned, screamed, cried, begged. It stopped. He had gone back to playing with her tits, throat, back, and even her ass.
"No! Oh! Oh ... oh ... oh ... ooo ... ssshhh ... eeeeee ... eeeaaa ... aaaaaa ... aaahhh ... hhhhhh ... oooooo ... mmmmmm ... mmmmmmeeeeee. . . " It took Wendy a few seconds to realize the spanking was over and that she was reacting to the loving strokes again. Her titties were aching for his hand, expanding, stretching, bouncing with her furious panting. "Ohh ... nnnnnn ... eeeeeessssss ... I ... I ... oh ... please ... pi ... pleeezzz . zzzaaahhh...."
She felt herself being lifted, guided, placed on her back on the bed. She was able to catch her breath but was unable to stop crying. She was crying from pain, for pleasure, from shame, for the stimulating sensations. He adjusted her gently, making sure her arms were free and unharmed. Wendy realized she almost enjoyed the spanking. In fact, the pain did help temptations when the pleasures started again. Her clit was fully erect now. Her love juices were seeping from her moist pussy. By the time she got her head on straight, she saw that Buck had moved her mirror to the foot of the bed and tilted it.
She started to sit up. She saw her reflection for only a moment before he pushed her back down again. She saw her beautiful breasts were more beautiful with a seemingly strange glow of red where he had been chewing, pinching, playing. She did not have to see to know her nipples were straining with their greatest erection.
"All rested?" Buck had an eager glare in his eyes and an even larger boner than before.
"Y ... yes?" Wendy guessed it had something to do with fucking her. Against all sense that made her want to say no, she could not. She could hate him but she could only try to hate sex.
"I noticed that you're ticklish, Mrs. Street."
Wendy still did not want to lose her privacy. She was against giving herself to him. But her own body had turned against her. A desire had become a need and the need became lust. The abnormal hunger for more, even another spanking, was a horrible desire within her delightful agony. Buck's words had not registered until he touched her side and the queen jumped. "N ... no!"
She felt the elastic of the bra tugging at her wrists as he spread her arms and worked them over her head. The elastic seemed to cut her back until it was free. It was hooked to the bed post with the snap, giving her only three inches of pull. When he moved to her feet, she did not have to be told what was on his mind. But she guessed wrong again.
She felt the finger slide up the bottom of her instep. Unable to free her ankle from his grip, she squealed and raised her ass up off the bed. Buck had found his first target and was after it.
"Pie ... oh ... nooo ... st ... st ... stop ... pleeee ... ssstttoooppp ... stop ... ohhh ... haaa...." Her breathing reached a point of blocking off her words. She was crying and laughing simultaneously, almost to the point of being sick. She squealed with the realization that he was not going to stop. He changed over to the opposite foot several times. Wendy was going out of her mind. The clasping tautness of nerves and muscles seemed to contract and expand.
The rapist moved up her leg, working the back. The goddess automatically spread her legs now but he touched everything but the hot box she wanted touched. He pulled and played in her reddish-brown bush. She felt the water pouring from her pores as his fingers found her ribs. She bounced, squirmed, jumped, rolled to her left, then to her right, kicked, arched, and dug her body deep into the mattress for protection from the torturing tickling. Wendy was laughing hysterically from the punishment and the idea of her molester even thinking of doing this.
Buck, now fully turned on because of his victim's reactions, was watching those beautiful titties bounce with her actions. He cupped her right breast to let her know in advance what he was going to do. He began a gentle massage, rubbing her up and down until her laughter turned to moans and her attention was on the same tit. When he changed the fondling to a side-to-side motion, the goddess arched her chest upward, offering her 39s for his pleasure. Sounds told of her own pleasure.
"Uuunnn ... mmmm ... mmmmmmaaa ... aaahhh...."
"Are you going to behave yourself, Wendy?" Buck was now revolving his hands, rolling her tit in a circular motion.
He put her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched the brown tip a few times. When she responded by flexing her knees, he knew she was close to an orgasm. He pulled the nipple up and reached down to kiss it. Kneading the tit to draw all of her attention to one area of her body, he cupped the flesh and slid his fingers up the nipple to squeeze it at the end of each stroke. It forced Wendy to writhe and moan through the fifty strokes.
"Oh, Buck, I ... I'm going to c.c.ooo ... ooohhh ... please ... fuck me ... now ... NOW ... I ... I need you now ... my cunt's on fire ... my tit's sooo ... hhhooottt ... fuck meee ... I ... I'mmm commmiiinnnggg...."
He had no intention of entering her nor even touching that redcock hungry hot pussy. He flicked the nipple with his wet tongue and nipped it with his dry lips. She threw her pussy up to meet the dick she expected. It was not to be.
"Oh, fuck ... fuck ... help me come, Buck ... I ... I ... aaaiiieeesss ... oh ... bite me you mother-fucker ... eat my tit, you sonofabitch ... harder ... ooo ... eeesss ... haaarrrddd ... rrr. . . "
Buck had sucked the nipple into his mouth, nibbled hungrily, pulled playfully, then began to suck it greedily while fingering, pinching, pulling and squeezing the left tit. Wendy shook all over.
"OH Ohhhhhh ... hhhooollleee fffuuukkkaaahhh...." The goddess could not believe she had come at all, let alone come without any touch involved with her cunt. Buck had pulled it off with his love for her luscious titties.
Wendy had no sooner started to relax from the overwhelming attack when she felt his index finger slide into her and tickle her still erect clitoris. She moaned and rose right back up to where she was in her fantasy just before the explosion. Her hands were being adjusted but the queen had no urge to object physically nor mentally. He had forced her to move into a half-sitting position and put a pillow behind her back for comfort. Her arms were spread out wide and tied to the posts with two of Cindy's smaller bras he had taken from the dresser.
She watched him leaving the room. He was still erect. Her green gaze floated to the king-size prick. She swallowed with the sight of all that power still heating up in his gigantic muscles after all this sex. She adored his manly stride, the power in his back, his ass. Her glare started to clear and her reflection came into view in the mirror. The position was perfect, enticing to her now as it had been over the last two years. But it was the first time Wendy had seen her own heated pussy.
Her legs were free and spread wide. There were bites on her thighs and ass. Her flesh was red from the activities. Her nipples were hard from the recent acts and the fact that she was looking at them. Her pussy lips were throbbing from previous stimulations and thoughts of things to come. Her body was drowning in her perspiration which gave her a more enticing, delicious glow.
"I hate you!" She screamed at Buck as he entered the room.
"Then hate me a little more softly, more quietly. If the neighbors call the cops, you can forget about your daughter and mother." He placed a glass of ice next to the bottle. With little effort, he lifted her ass and forced a pillow under the small of her back, then positioned her ass. He tied her right ankle to the same post her hand was tied to, pulling her knee up first and letting her gymnastic talents take over with the use of her bra. When he pulled her left leg back to the post, she gasped at the mirror. Even she had never seen her cunt spread so wide. Her pubic mound was aching from the erect clit. The next shock came when he placed the cold wash rag over her brow and gently caressed her face until she was cleansed of the sweat and refreshed by the coolness.
"W ... what are you going to do?"
"I love you, Wendy, but this is the only way I know how to prove it ... so I'll put it in your words. I'm going to eat your luscious pussy...."
"Oh!"
" ... and then I'll probably fuck you again. I'll think of something."
"B ... Buck!"
"It's been a long time between fucks, hasn't it, Wendy?"
"Oh ... please . . ? "
"And nobody has ever put their lips on your cunt?"
"N ... no."
Wendy gasped as Buck poured the vodka down her thighs, over her tits, on her belly, into her pubic hair, then over her slit, watching it run down her pussy into the crack of her ass. Buck looked down to make sure the pillow had lifted her bottom high up enough to expose the tops of her muscular thighs, the full bounty of her crotch, and still left her comfortable. He fingered the lips and felt her stiffen.
The goddess was unnerved with the touch at first, realizing that he was going to actually eat her as easily as he had done all else. Nobody! Never! Now! She was amazed at the gentleness and confidence he had, still treating her as if she was a glass doll. He was smiling, staring right into her eyes, listening to her silence and watching her anticipation. She wanted to object to this humiliating position but he was going to ... to eat her.
She turned away, experiencing the heat flowing from her own body as he played teasingly with the lips of her now openly displayed vagina. Never had her pussy been so vulnerably presented, not even to her husband.
Buck had ached so long for this twat. Her thighs were spread wide apart and her pink cunt lips ached between pulpy foreskins as if inviting him for the meal. Her large ass, now split into two half-moons, rose above the pillow, stretched up and partially open, still red from the previous foreplay. He fingered the pink dot of a hole of her anus.
Wendy sucked in a deep breath. She was so vulnerable and helpless. It was a fantastic nightmare and horrible fantasy coming true. "B.B.B ... Buck? I ... I ... please . . ? "
He moved his face close enough to permit her slit to feel his nose. The odor was a sweet pussy as he drew a breath with her to fill his ecstatic lungs. He could almost taste the woman he had been shadowing for years. His brain was registering everything he wanted to know about his dream-lover, the hair, lips, -cheeks of her ass, and the response he was experiencing, spasms of steaming passion along the whole length of his rigid, throbbing ten inches.
Buck touched the full flesh of her vulva, then slid it down the length of the opening to spread her seeping love juices to the crack between her buttocks. He was extremely fascinated by the crease formed between her thighs and cheeks. The mounds of her ass shuddered and tightened. The shudder moved down her ass and up the powerful expanse of her inner thighs. He moved his finger back up the crack slowly, gently, crossing the opening several more times, writing his name up one side and down the other. Then he lowered his mouth and sucked these fascinating creases her thighs and ass formed until sucking became bites, down her left thigh to her buttocks and back up her right thigh to that hot box again.
"Oh, Buck ... oh, fuck ... oh ... oh ... ooohhhaaammm ... MMM...." She was about to go off again. She knew his face was only inches away from her adorable and ever-so-sensitive pussy. The touch penetrated her brain. Her insides were boiling, craving, shattering. New flames flaring in luminous intensity followed the finger. Heat was shooting through her guts and emptying out of her cunt to inflame her whole body. This was the first time she had let, wanted, needed anyone to do such a thing.
"No ... don't ... don't ... nnnnnneeeeee ... eeeeeessssssSSSSSS...." But a touch of his fingers were gentle ... so fucking gentle. She felt him touching the soft flesh and lips of her pussy. Then came the kiss on her thigh. Another. Biting. Bites along her ass and inside and behind her legs. It seemed endless until he finally licked out and ran his tongue across her beautiful gash.
" Eeeeee tttttt ... mmm ... mmmeeeeeeaaahhh ... hhhhhh...." The queen exploded immediately. She was slightly aware of his mouth encompassing her cunt and sucking her orgasm down his gulping throat. "Eat me, Buck! Suck my pussy and eat me, all of me! I'mmm coming ... cooommmiiinnngggggg ... aaagggaaannn ... iiiiiimmmmmm."
But he was not going to let her come down. Buck did not wait until the orgasm stopped. She was still expanding and contracting when he separated the pink lips with tender pressure with the fingers of both hands. Her hole opened with his physical command to let him play with the super-sensitive tissues of her inner lining.
Wendy could hold back no longer. He was taking his time, enjoying every moment. Her insides were fluttering with arousal for another explosion. Her breathless whines were coming in shorter and shorter gasps. His probing had turned her screams into passionate whines. She tried to hold her breath, to stop begging, but it only delayed her gasp. Her throat thickened with the immediacy to scream and a tremble of passionate enjoyment traveled from her throat to the clit now standing more erect than ever before.
Buck was glad that his lover was so highly excitable. He fingered the lubricating fluids within her vagina, then let her watch him lick his fingers. The walls of her hole glistened with moistness as a tiny tremor of muscular spasms shook her internal beauty. He could feel her stiffen as his finger slid deeper.
Wendy could hardly breathe. It was great. It was too fantastic. She had every intention of saying no but he kept influencing her body. There was no way to hide the expression of her beautiful pleasures, physically nor verbally. He was glaring into and exploring her exploding pussy and making her beg against her will.
"No more ... no ... no more ... no more ... please ... no...." But his finger was back in, playing with her slick, soft flesh deeper than even she had ever gone. She could not hold back the heat her body said yes with. She could not hide from his peering eyes the juices dripping from her slit. He had withdrawn his fingers to watch her superhuman tension grip the constant trembling on the insides of her thighs. He held her ass with two hands to experience the flexed anxiousness of her proudness. Then he lapped at the heated juice dripping freely and abundantly from her pussy.
It was the stroke she needed to come again, lost in cries and whimpering helplessly as the explosion cascaded out of her flaming pussy and onto his tongue and lips. He closed his mouth all over her crotch to catch all of the excitement of her spasms and juices.
"I'm going to eat this beautiful snatch, Wendy. I've been a slave to your ass since I was twelve and now you're going to be my own private piece of ass."
"I ... I ... can't do it anymore. I...."
The goddess trembled slightly when he touched the breast he had thoroughly enjoyed. The 39 inch mound was soft and pliant, delicate as he cupped it gently and tenderly in his hand. Her insides were rumbling again, feeling his wonderful caress and the fire it sent driving throughout her body. Then the massive, pulsating cock entered her easily from this position. Wendy screamed but it was no louder than a whisper with the unexpected fuck. He stood there, giving the swollen warm tit a squeeze, then releasing it. He moved to the other and firmly squeezed it. Without moving his body, he covered the two erected nipples and pressed, exploring each until she began to work her own ass and hips. She was fucking him.
A shudder ran across the flatness of her belly and shook the wrinkles caused by her folded position. The slightest gasp escaped her lips. His dick erupted with load after load of love juice. He held until the semen seeped out of the hole and down the lips to her ass. She felt the hot fluid dribble down her vulva and slip between her buttocks. Wendy experienced him going limp but he did not withdraw. In fact, he fought his short gasps and tremors with a slight embarrassment.
"I wasn't.ready, Wendy."
"I ... can't ... help...."
"That's okay. A little salt will do your pussy good."
She waited but he still had not taken out his prick. Wendy closed her eyes when he leaned forward and pinched each nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He did not have far to reach and kissed her slightly open lips. Her eyes were closed and she could no longer fight her excitement. She had no idea what he was going to do next now that she had emptied his love muscle.
Another tremble took over her ecstatic body, a low moan came from deep within her dry, heated throat. It banked off the walls of his mouth as he swallowed her cries. His fingers were working their way down from her tits to her pussy when he suddenly yanked the prick from her snatch quickly, drawing her vagina and erected clit with it. Suddenly, Wendy felt empty, as if something precious and vital had been taken from her insides. Her groaning grew louder, confusing her thinking. It was so good, so warm. Now it was gone.
Before she could regain her senses, his fingers were again sending spasms of lust into her vagina. He was touching, separating her vaginal lips, exploring, finally coming into contact with her explosive clitoris. The abundant nerves waited. He inserted his middle finger deep into the crevice to feel the flowing moisture and heat.
"I've waited years to do this, Wendy. I had to settle for the girls who begged and screamed and cried. Not you. You keep coming back for more."
"N ... no ... I ... oh ... ooohhh...." She had no time to deny a charge since his finger remained in constant contact with her clit as another worked deep inside her to twirl and stir the juices mixing against the trembling walls of flame. She was begging, clawing, gnashing, facing these flames, eager with desires. Her juices began to seep from the lower portion of her vaginal lips. Squirming, she revealed her desires. The seeping became a stream of glistening moistness leading from her crevice to her anus. "Oh, Bu ... u ... ukk ... uhhhhhh...."
His activities were driving her crazy. She no longer wanted to object. His mouth moved over her pussy, pressing, spreading, kissing. The tongue slithered in. Wendy knew there was nothing she could do but give up her sanity and enjoy her helpless vulnerability. She could not hold back the growing sensation. It was fantastic. He was inside, licking, eating. She was so hot.
The tongue found her clit and began a greedy massage. His hot lips made their way to the organ and nipped at it. Wendy went wild. The teeth put a light grip on the female key, creating tension and stimulation, then scraped the member with just the right amount of friction. His experience came through with just the light needed to see her lack of experience. "Mmmmmmeee ... iii ... oh ... i.i.i.nnnmmm...."
She felt the tongue slide deep inside her vagina and lap hard to take her juices. Withdrawing slightly, it attacked the clit until she was forced to respond as he wished. Her ass shook with the tingling from her clit to her brain through her spine as a gush of lava boiled around the hot, wet tongue into his mouth. "Oh! OH! B ... B ... Buck! Oh, yes. Yeeeeeessssss ... eat ... eat me ... bite me ... oohhh ... eeeeeetttttt ... ssssss ... sssuuukkk mmmmmmeeeeee ... ssooo ggoooodd ... good!" The climax overtook her, engulfed her. She started to wiggle and jerk her ass and hips out of control.
She could feel the tongue well imbedded in her hole. She automatically tightened her muscles while her body was vibrating out of control. The mouth closed on top of the juice-cum-soaked crack with deep sucking. Buck was hungry. He was actually hungry for her, and he was eating her. He drew the trembling lips inside his while his tongue whipped around inside of her. Wendy was carried to new heights and her shrill, helpless gasp became hollow.
Her brain caught her breathing in short, high pitched gasps, forcing her nipples to tighten in response to heaving lungs. She squealed as the tongue ran deep inside to scoop the cream from her pussy. She threw her ass up and pressed her hot cunt against his mouth as best she could. She was met by pressure from his sucking lips. He was going after the clit, lashing it until a violent shudder of smashing muscles exploded within her box.
"Oh!" Oh, fuck, yes ... eeeeeessssss ... nnnnnnaaahhhhhh...." She did not have to be told that he was not ready to let up. When he increased his tongue lashing, she arched to get it all and give all of herself. The wet member drove deep, pulled back, slapped her clit until she moaned, then dove back into her vagina to collect the cream. Her climax lasted for a long endless moment of constant bucking, twisting, rolling, and moans.
The rapist was licking her clean. His tongue was massaging, probing, pinching, and eating. Then he stood up. His cock was as large as it was the first time she saw it. Her excitement had put his nerves on fire again. He untied her legs and let her fall limp. Then he untied her hands, freeing her. "Time to take a shower?"
"Nnnnmmmm?" Wendy was still feeling the stimulations from his eating and was numb to his confused move. Almost as instinct, her body disregarded her thoughts of begging him to leave and her hand numbly reached for his cock.
"I knew it." Buck laughed and let her stroke the length once. She pulled away, fighting her senses, exhausted by uncounted orgasms. "You're going to let me bathe you and tuck you in for the night. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
She rolled until she was in position to see the mirror but she was in no mental shape to see her reflection. Nothing was going to be clear for the rest of this night.
CHAPTER FOUR
Buck had taken Wendy to the bathroom and bathed her. He gave her a strong drink to make sure she slept well, then took his time brushing her hair to make sure the drink had time to work. He had found a full length sheepskin coat and wrapped her in it before tucking her in bed. Relieving himself with a piss he had even let his victim watch with fascination, he curled up beside her, stroking her arms until she fell asleep.
But sleep was not to be so easy for him. He was sober and extremely excited. This was the lover he had watched for years. Now she was his for this moment. He had seen her expression of delight when he pissed. She was glaring at the semi-hard cock that had made her feel so good. She stirred when the water poured out in a stream, helping her memory of his hot semen pouring into her.
He was able to relax when her breathing became long and deep. His thoughts drifted back to the first time he realized he was in love with her and the factors which made him carry out this rape.
He was only fifteen on the day Mrs. Street had engaged in a supposedly innocent conversation about his visitors. He had told her his aunt and cousin were staying with him while his parents and two sisters were out of town. It was she who brought it to his attention that his fifteen year old female relative was extremely attractive physically for her age and that his aunt looked like a beauty queen. As she talked, she was studying the bulge he could no longer hide with its length and erected state.
He had not been as close to his cousin as his sisters and had a fear of his Amazon aunt. There seemed to be a lot of giggling behind closed doors when the girls were together, but he spent most of his time with his studies. After putting the picture of a nymph in his imagination, Mrs. Street walked away as if nothing erotic had been said.
Buck hurried through the door of his apartment and headed for his room, passing Lisa on the way. He closed the door and landed on the bed to think over what was on the woman's mind while she glared at him with those green eyes and let her auburn hair flow in the breeze, teasing him quietly. His thoughts were disturbed by the door closing behind him. He turned to see Lisa standing there.
"I thought you might want to talk to someone, Buck." She was as mature as Mrs. Street had pointed out, standing there with her budding breasts pressing against her blouse and not bothering to tuck in her pink material while the brown skirt showed off the form of her legs. She was barefoot.
He rolled over to turn his back to her. He was trying to forget her, forget Mrs. Street, stop playing with fantasies and live with the reality that he was going to relieve himself.
"Hey, we are cousins. You can talk to me." She had a light olive complexion emphasized by her black hair and dark features.
Buck turned to her. "It's these prick-teasers who get a person all hot and bothered, then walk away, not even caring if you need them."
"Oh, you mean that top-heavy fat ass you were talking to?"
"Mrs. Wendy Street." He corrected her.
"Look, Buck, if you need anything . . ? "
"How's your pussy?" The sarcasm was meant to shake her, scare her, make her go away so he could masturbate.
"No complaints yet." Her laugh was nervous but not with fright.
"I...." Buck turned back questioning, confused, lost, "I ... didn't mean ... I mean...."
"No guts?" She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it over his bulge. The bra landed on his chest with the slow strip, showing a pair of ripe, bobbing breasts topped with pink nipples. Her skirt hit the floor and the sensational developing legs danced out of it. She turned around before removing her panties, then played with her ass before showing him her hairless pussy. Shaved bald! She moved toward the bed but he jumped out from the other side. Lisa rolled into position and glared at him. "What are you, a pussy-teaser?"
Buck turned away to undress, openly embarrassed. "Are you so sure you want to go through with this?"
"Are Wendy's titties real?" She laughed.
He turned to face her lava-hot pussy, now wedged between flexed knees, cooking, screaming, begging to be satisfied. His own dick was pulsating with a wild heat, filled with Mrs. Street's teasing and expanded to its full length by Lisa's strip.
"Wait a minute! What the . . ? " She could not believe the size of his cock. Her nipples were tingling and her cunt lips throbbed for action, but the teenager had never dealt with anything this large before.
"No guts?"
She did not answer. Her glare was pinned on his prick. Her breathing was hollow, shorter, coming in sporadic gasps. He was not sure if she heard him. There was no question about the comparison. He was big, very huge, and she was not sure she could handle it. She was frozen in position and he tried to relax her by kissing her tits. When she lay back in silence, he came on.
He moved the thick head around her vulnerable box, letting the sensation of his pounding dick enter before he did. She let him eat at her nipples and lick the inside of her pussy, trying to be more aroused than frightened, still trying to dominate him. When he licked out her vagina and attacked her clit with his tongue, lips, and teeth, she gave in. She had thrown away the play book her mother had planned to seduce Buck with and decided to be the one to take him on.
Her mother was in the next room, waiting for her supposedly 'raped' daughter to come running out. They could then proceed to make him a slave under the threat of sexual blackmail. They had even made plans for his hot-pants lesbian sisters to join in when they returned. Lisa did not know why she remained silent. She was the only one who was to come out of this a virgin but the longer she stayed silent, the more he did.
Her small but jutting breasts became toys for Buck as he rubbed her body, between her legs, and around her ass. When he inserted his finger into her moist cavity, her voice grew a little more excited. The finger moved in and out, then swirled around the soft lining. He found her hot clit and her breathing became short gasps. He was teasing it. Several times she came close to orgasm but her victim moved away, leaving her breathless, gasping as she bounced her hips up and down. Finally, she writhed in the full impact of a climax. The hot liquid shot out and ran down his fingers, dripping down between her legs and the moistness of her dark hair. Her head fell back, mouth open, and her body shook with her discharge and the expanding and contracting of her pussy lips.
"Ugggggghhhhhh ... mmm ... mmm ... mummmmmmyyyyyy. . . ? " She tried to call her mother as the gigantic pulsating cock forced its way into her but Buck swallowed the cries.
He moved slowly to allow each section of her cunt to grow accustomed to his length and thickness. Lisa was experiencing the pain of separation, the shattering of her pussy muscles, nerves and tissues. "No! Noooooo ... ooo...." She was losing everything, including her own frantic breathing, hard and heavy, along with her delicate hole.
Buck simply pushed her knees apart and reached up to squeeze and pinch her nipples tenderly. Lisa moaned, begging him to stop, begging her mother to help, but the verbal sound only sounded like a plea. "Ohhh fffuuukkkkkk ... ooohhh. . . ? "
He was moving his prick out slowly, giving her less, while fingering her clitoris. The pain was replaced by pleasure as he refilled her yawning pussy. He was reading her expression and saw the delight. She was nearing another orgasm, about to spill her juices all over his dick and balls. He increased the beat while fingering her key. Lisa felt good, great, fantastic, and she wanted him to keep fucking her until this orgasm was over. Then she would be in position to scream for help.
"Ooohhh ... eeeeeezzzeee ... eeesss ... I'm going to ... I ... I...." Lisa bolted up hard and Buck plunged the full length of his pecker through the tissue of her virginity. "Uuuggggggaaahhh ... uuggnnn!" But the pain was overwhelmed by pleasure. Suddenly, he hips jerked upward for more and more of the sensational, pleasure-giving shaft. Her legs were kicking. Her body was thrashing back and forth. Her ass was high, begging for even more.
Buck made several deep running strokes while caressing the clit. Like many of the other girls who objected at first, she accepted his length with more delight. Her hips swayed from side to side, then thrust in an arch. Her mind, body, and pussy were eager for more, no longer resisting. Lisa was grinding her hips and letting the fantastic prick drive forth to her deepest regions, feeling the new thrills of deep penetration.
But Buck had felt the hand around his throat and glanced up at his aunt. He withdrew and stood as she guided him.
"Don't you dare move, you little sonofabitch! You don't care how young the pussy is as long as you get your hot rocks off. This fucking prick is mine now!"
"Pepper?" Lisa was suddenly frightened, pleading, begging.
"I'll take care of your ass later, you little whore!" Pepper grabbed Lisa by the hair and stood her in the corner of the bed. A look of fear shot through Buck as the Amazon removed her slacks and sweater. She was bigger, more solidly built than Wendy. Her olive complexion passed for Lisa's twin, but her tits and pussy and muscular legs told of many sexual affairs. Knowledge told most of her sex was with Lisa and Buck's sisters. "On your back, Buck. Spread your legs and get that thing up again ... and don't you dare move a muscle!"
Buck could only obey. With the dexterous use of finger tips, lips, and nipples, Aunt Pepper caressed him from head to toe while Lisa chanted "Wendy Street" and masturbated. Pepper left her attention on his awakening cock and brought it back to its full erection.
When she decided he was ready, Pepper sat astride him, her face toward his, and literally grasped his prick along its full length with her pussy. Moving her body, she massaged his cock with her cunt to the chant of "Mrs. Street."
Sliding up and down the full length of his shaft while kissing him, her hard clit rubbed his swollen glans. Her nipples found his mouth and forced him to feed on her. She alternated nipples, breastfeeding him, forcing him to play the role of a baby. She had actually forced him to extreme rigidity before sitting up to take his prick inside her slit.
"Wendy! Wendy! Wendy Street! Top heavy, fat ass, Wendy Street!" Lisa's excitement was in her fluctuating tone, a noise full of jealousy against Wendy and rebellion against Pepper for taking her place on his rod.
Buck's dick was standing straight up, pulsating to the throbbing of her vaginal lips. Pepper lowered herself onto the pole so that the glans nestled just inside her vagina. She suddenly contracted her walls to squeeze him hard and tight. Holding this grip, she forced the full length of his bulging pecker all the way into her so he would experience the hardness of the cervix with the tip of his penis. "Fuck my little girl, will you?" She spit.
Relaxing just a little, she withdrew to a point where only the head of his prick was still in her, pressing on the shaft all the way to the top. She tightened her grip and repeated the procedure over and over again. His dick had become so swollen and rigid, he thought he was ready to climax. She simply tightened her olive pussy muscles and held him tight enough to keep him from having an orgasm. Finally, she started a slower beat with long slow caresses until he exploded in a series of mind-blowing spasms.
Buck let go and finally started to relax but
Pepper and Lisa were chanting the name of his dream-lover, proving they were not finished. With tongue action, mouth suction and teeth tortures, Pepper tenderly coaxed his cock back to its full erection again. This time she sat on him and slid the complete length of his prick into her ass. The rectum was tighter with a much stronger grip. Then, lying back on him, she ordered Lisa to suck her pussy.
"Come on, baby. Eat me. Give me the best tongue-job in my life and maybe I'll let you have another try with this fantastic prick. Oh! Ohhh! Yeeesss, sssuuukkk mmmeeeeee...."
Buck was to become a sex slave to his bi-sexual relatives. He was forced to watch as Pepper ate and fed his sisters and the little girl who seduced him. He became a slave to his two older and more aggressive sisters who fucked and sucked his cock as they pleased, who taught him every sexual trick in the book to satisfy them.
Less than a month later, he was tied spread-eagle on a bed after being raped by the four relatives. His sisters stood at each arm armed with a fluffy feather. Lisa stood at his feet with the same weapons for each foot while Pepper used a duster on his prick. He was tortured to the beat and chant of Wendy Street until each female had a tuned in fuck-and-suck satisfaction.
After being tortured in a spanking by each girl in a later satisfying session, he knew exactly what he was going to do to the green-eyed beauty some day. With every new game, the chant of Wendy Street was used. There could be no one else.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy kept her eyes closed after awakening to the sunlight. Her body had become extremely sensitive overnight. An aching need was eating away at her inside. She did not have to be told what. Her nipples were hard and her clit was erected.
She experienced the fantastic sensation of the satin sheets Buck had put on her bed last night. She was so clean and refreshed. The panties he put on her must have belonged to Cindy, she realized. They were too tight and did not really fit. The bra must also have been taken out of her daughter's dresser. It only covered her nipples and cut into her breasts. The silk stockings had to be hers and was doing their stimulating job against the satin. The sheepskin was a real shocker.
The goddess could smell a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee coming from the kitchen. The water in the bathroom told her where Buck was, getting just as clean and refreshed. She remained motionless, attempting to decipher where she stood, where her family stood, and what was there left for Buck to do without repeating himself, for that seemed to be the one thing he avoided doing.
The queen began to think it over. Why was all this new to her at the age of thirty-four? Why was she despising it and enjoying it simultaneously? How could this boy be so tender and so gentle while being so cruel? She began to think it was her. She thought back to Sam's missionary position and her virginity. Her daughter had blamed her for making too many sexual demands on Sam, driving him toward the heart attack. Was she?
It all seemed to lead back to the reason she was still a virgin when she married Sam. It was an incident that happened in her fourteenth year, 1957, a time when this incident would never have been spoken aloud.
Bobby socks and calf-length skirts were the daring fad. Wendy and her next door neighbor, Roma, shared everything as the best of friends until that week. The blonde began wearing more lipstick and makeup and telling Wendy less of her secrets. It was no secret that the blonde was one of the bigger and better built girls in school, nor that she was going to use her feminine charms to attach herself to a very good-looking senior. The problem was the boy she was after already had a steady girlfriend.
When Roma became very quiet and withdrawn that week, Wendy decided to ask her why. Since their bedroom windows faced each other and were close together, all she had to do was call her over. Just out of the shower, she tossed on a robe and moved to her window, seeing Roma's blind was up and the light was on. With all of their parents out, they could share any secret. What Wendy saw made her freeze on the spot with horror first, then curiosity and wonder.
The four boys, including the boy Roma was after, were naked. Another girl, a redhead, the real girlfriend, was giving the orders. All five stood around the nude body of the blonde. The boy being fought over, a light-haired stud with a dark tan and muscles, brought his mouth to Roma's and seemed to be devouring her. His tongue snaked into her mouth and fought for the taste of her hot eagerness as she sucked at his lips and tongue with powerful draws. Roma wanted to feel his heated tongue slide down her gulping, soft throat.
Wendy was immediately turned on by just watching, a little relieved that she was not participating. She had never had a very close and emphasized view of a penis before but now she had four to masturbate on while watching her best friend use them.
Roma's well-stocked cunt was reacting to the initial thrust of the boy's dick. Her whole body was shuddering as he pumped it in deep a few times. The others closed around, hugging her, applying a thousand kisses to drive her to the highest pitch of her frenzy.
Wendy drove her finger deep into her own vagina, fantasizing it was her between all those beautiful pricks. She inserted a second finger to attack her clitoris. She was careful not to let anyone see her behind the curtain.
Roma's climax was so intense and her scream was so clear, it could only be interpreted as an orgasm. Her legs closed with the shaken grip around his prick as she soaked up his attack on the inner lining of her cunt. Then the boy pushed her to the bed and began a series of fast, non-stop stabs deep within her golden slit until her hips arched up hungrily.
Wendy saw the girl's legs reach up around his ass. The goddess had retreated to the two chairs of her desk and placed each leg over each chair, then separated the seats. Her pussy was split wide and vulnerable to her every touch. She began a slow, torturing caress.
"Oh! I love it! Love ... love ... love...." Roma gave in without a thought as to the rest of the gang.
"You want more?" The girlfriend spit.
"Ohhh, yesss ... so good ... so smooth ... eeesss...." Roma sighed.
The girl reached down and slid her hands under the golden ass. She pinched the juice-coated mounds until Roma begged, then pushed her fingers deep inside the gurgling thirst of the rectum and twat. "You're going to get all you can handle and more, bitch!"
"Uuurrrggg ... aaahhhaaa ... eeesss ... fuck me ... bang me ... yes, I need it ... harderrr ... nun...." The blonde could not have been in her right mind.
Wendy knew whatever they did before she arrived on the scene had driven her insane or the sex itself had something to do with the crazy actions and talk. The queen could feel her own lips closing in on her finger and prepared herself for the spasms. If this was all there was to fucking, it sure was doing a great deal of tempting for such a simple act. The way Roma was acting, the goddess was not sure she wanted to participate with boys, able to bring herself off with her fingers and no fear of harm.
Then the scene changed and Wendy was stopped in the middle of her spasms. The redhead was naked and the boys backed off to let her at Roma. She moved up over the blonde's face and sat her ass up to force her pussy into position. She reached back and fingered Roma's cunt until the blonde responded by licking out.
One hand played with the redhead's hips while her tongue came in contact with the smooth, warm flesh. Both girls were shaking. Roma worked her way around the girl's red patch of pubic hair and licked through the moist cunt lips.
"Suck me, you sex hungry bitch! Put that young, beautiful, wet tongue in my hot pussy and suck me. Make me come like he made you come!"
Wendy gasped as she saw her friend's mouth close over the older girl's cunt. She could not believe it when Roma placed her own hands over the girl's ass cheeks and pulled her closer to get inside. She knew immediately when the blonde found the moist folds of the pussy and the sensitive nub of flesh, watching the redhead guide her by holding her head with both hands.
"That's it, baby ... ohhh, suck it, lick me hard, fuck me with your tongue ... easy ... eeeeeezzzeee ... eeeiii...." The redhead was squeezing her own tits, letting the blonde do it to her. She began to squirm and her breath came in short, sharp bursts ending each inhale with a sounding exhale. "I ... iiimmmeee ... eeesss...."
Suddenly, the redhead shoved Roma onto the bed and threw her mouth over hers. She was teasing with short jabs of her tongue to make the blonde respond. Wendy watched the older girl's hands roam over the fourteen year old's body, squeezing her tits and pinching the nipples, then moved down to hold the trembling mons. She inserted a finger into the soft folds of the young girl's pussy and stroked her clitoris until Roma began gasping. Then she covered her mouth with sucking to tangle tongues and steal the whines. At that moment, Wendy watched the hand move in and out fast, knowing a finger was reaching her friend's vagina while another from the other hand was shoving and driving up her asshole. The goddess tried to imitate it in her excitement but could only dare to attack her own pussy.
Roma was in a frenzy. "Yeesss ... yes, fuck ... finger-fuck me ... drive your finger up inside my cunt ... you ... you're so good ... so fucking good!"
"Say you want more, bitch!" The redhead was standing, pulling Roma into a doggy position on the bed, teasing her young nipples to egg her on.
"Yes, oh please yes ... eeesss ... anything ... anything ... everything ... fuck me, suck me, let me have you ... oh, please!"
Wendy had already felt her fourteen year old body explode and settled down to watch the fascinating sight. She left her cunt exposed and caressed her pubic hair and mons lightly. She did not know what was next but she instinctively knew it would turn her on, having something to do with the four nude boys. She was right and the boys closed in under the direction of the redhead.
They began rubbing Roma's body all over with what Wendy took to be butter. The blonde cried and moaned as they cupped her defenseless tits, ass and pussy. They all took their now swollen pricks and began to rub them into the butter, all over Roma. The dick moving over her face looked deliciously obscene.
"Mmmmmnnn ... nnnooo ... nnnmmmeee ... oh ... oh ... oh please . . ? " Roma was disagreeing with the attack on her face, ears, neck, and lips. Then the boy forced her mouth open and lunged forward until his erected dick was deep in her mouth. Wendy heard a moan from her throat, somewhat animal-like and pitiful, as her mouth was filled with hot flesh. The boy drew a deep breath sharply and squeezed her head between his hands.
"Blow him, Roma! Suck on that cock until you swallow every bit of his cum!" The older girl was as excited as Wendy.
Roma felt the cock in her mouth driving deeper and took more and more of it until she gagged. The boy pulled back to give her air. Roma moaned. Wendy moaned. The glistening shaft was withdrawn from her obscenely oval lips, but instead of pulling away as Wendy expected her to, the blonde licked out with her tongue and seduced the prick back in. She drew on it until her mouth made a sucking noise.
Wendy's hand went to her throat. She could never bring herself to do that but she wondered what kind of thrill Roma could have had. Then her eyes were drawn below her friend and the boy now moving up behind her blonde pussy and golden-buttered ass.
He put his hand between her thighs and pulled at the golden fluff of pubic hair. He was stroking her cunt while rubbing his erection over her calves, up her thighs, over her buttocks. He rubbed his prick between the legs of the swollen-mouthed, defenseless girl, nudged her pussy with its head, and pushed forward to bury his dick in her cunt.
Wendy expected a scream of pain or some kind of objection. She knew that, before this week, Roma's experience with sex had been just as limited as hers. But the blonde merely moaned like a pet being petted and continued sucking on the first cock. She even raised her ass up a little to let him in. He had to hold her ass with both hands to keep her from bouncing on him before he was ready.
This was Wendy's best friend, a little girl who thought the greatest sex turn-on was watching rock singers swing their hips and let the bulge between their legs grow. Now it was her hips vibrating and the bulge was at both ends. There was a simultaneous mixture of excitement and fear as Wendy watched the blonde being fucked in the pussy and in the mouth simultaneously. She saw the glistening pricks being withdrawn and shoved in deeper at both ends. Her friend began to writhe between the dueling fucking. The goddess spread herself even wider and felt her clit vibrating.
"Give it to the little whore!" The redhead was getting off with the act also. "Fill her guts with cum from both ends! Suck, bitch! Suck and fuck until I let you go!"
The first boy was shaking, shoving his dick deep down her throat, jerking, spasming, shooting his load into her head. She sucked harder. His body quivered and held on as she continued sucking long after he had ejaculated. Roma had taken the hot cum into her throat and swallowed it. He withdrew.
Wendy felt her insides shiver with the first spasms. She saw the dick fall limp from Roma's mouth and was waiting for the boy in the rear to explode. She could not believe what she heard Roma scream out.
"Oh, please, no? Come back? I ... I ... iiiiiiiieeeeeeesssssss ... deep ... oh ... deeper eeeeeessssss ... fuck me, ... ddeeepp in my cunt ... deeeper ... fuck me ... c . . c . . c . c . coooooommmmmm ... ccooommmiiinnnggg ... oh ... OH...." Her butter-golden ass was thrust back as the boy charged frantically to meet her attack. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips but she continued to writhe back to him like an animal in heat. "Yeeeeee ... eeesss ... ohhhfff ... fuck mmm ... meee ... oooooo...."
Both bodies shuddered as she continued to beg him to fuck her. Wendy wanted to feel it, to twist and writhe between two pricks, hard, sopping wet with her cunt juices, shooting hot semen inside her. Wendy shook it off. She could never go through with it.
Roma was freed after each boy had found a way to relieve himself in her. The redhead dragged her to the window. "When will you be alone again?"
"Fri ... Friday?" Roma cried.
"We'll be here. Now stay away from my boyfriend, bitch! And in our next session, if you don't get Wendy's little ass over here, we'll use yours!"
Scared stiff, knowing they would take their time dressing, she called the police and told them a child was being raped by older boys but hung up after giving Roma's address.
Thinking back on the scene now, as frightening and fascinating as it was, Wendy realized that she and Roma were only fourteen. Years of silent fantasizing had followed. Now Buck was going over all of her fantasies, things she could never permit if she was not a prisoner. Cynthia was only fourteen and becoming a little bitchy. Wendy thought over a few things she could do to put Cindy's head back on straight.
Wendy had experienced the art of spanking, having her breasts fondled and her back scratched before and after the pain. She now knew how it felt to be tickled into submission. Even the playing with her pussy was part of the mindblowing initiation. She wondered how Cynthia would respond to such loving care.
CHAPTER SIX
Wendy felt the presence of her rapist close around her as the strong odor of breakfast filled the room. She wanted to spring up and scratch his eyes out but there still remained a question of a kidnapping and the fate of her family.
"Get up and remove the sheepskin, Mrs. Street."
She slowly obeyed, lazily sliding around as if telling him it was over, that she was through playing games. Still, the cloth was removed and her hands were tied behind her again, this time with a rope. His leather belt was placed around her neck and buckled like a collar. She saw that the tight white silk underwear did belong to her fourteen year old daughter. The silk stockings were still doing their job against the bright red satin. Her first surprise was the silk and laced white slip. She had paid over a hundred dollars for this particular piece. It emphasized and massaged her large tits and round ass.
Another supposedly vulgar abuse was the red markings on her legs. Smeared lipstick mixing with her favorite bath oil. It was when she turned to the mirror that her clit erected with the reasoning behind the lipstick. Every vulgar phrase she had thrown at Buck, from 'oh, shit' to 'fuck me, suck me, you cocksucking mother-fucking sonofabitch bastard' was scribbled all over her face, on her neck and breasts, over her body, and reaching from her ass down to her toes. This was his way of objecting to her vocabulary.
Another sign that he had much more in store for her was the pictures taped to her bedroom walls. Buck had found her collection of pornography and made fantastic use of it. Every possible position for sexual gratification was in front of her. She could only assume he had intentions of using all of the suggestions.
When Buck finally stepped in front of her, she gasped, not sure whether to giggle at the sight or take the implications seriously. He was wearing her thigh-high leather boots over his nudity. Her own black-laced panties not covering his gigantic bulge very well. One of Cindy's leather vests had been laced over his muscular chest with part of the rope now used to bind her. It may have all appeared silly if he had not been holding her own leather belt, now cut into three sharp whip-like strands. He had no guilt about using his new weapon.
In a show of confidence about his domination over her, Buck opened the drapes slightly to let some light in and opened the window a crack to permit the morning air to awaken her fully. "If you scream, the neighbors will be in here in a second. I'll probably go to jail but Cindy ... well, at least she's completely out of danger at the moment. Still a virgin."
"Are your fucking lesbian sisters in on this?"
Buck grinned. "Think. You scream. The whole project development knows I've fucked you a dozen times, including all of my friends. Once you've been raped, they can't do anything that you haven't already experienced. You'll become a free and somewhat willing body to be raped every time you walk down the street. Your little yellow dress has already started a reputation. You'll lose in court, and you'll lose on the street."
"Is that what you want, Buck?" She chewed the first bit of the egg he fed her as he poured her coffee.
"No." He gently wiped her mouth before giving her another bite. "It's love but I just don't know any other way."
"I don't remember you dressing me or wallpapering my walls or any of your perversions. When did you do all this?"
"You were in the tub, soaking. Drunk. I hooked your shower hose up to your clit after removing the head and turned on the hot water, changing degrees and pressure as you begged for more. You passed out in the middle of your sixth orgasm so I let you soak while cleaning myself up and fixing our 'fucking' room. Your wardrobe is for some plans I have for today." The whip cracked on the bed beside h ;r, making her jump, before he held the coffee cup to her lips.
"It's still rape, Buck. I didn't let you put your cock in me."
"Rape? Forcible carnal knowledge without consent? I suppose carnal knowledge doesn't necessarily mean full intercourse. You may find cases where there were convictions where victims remained virgins ... maybe as in Cindy's case? In your case, you can even argue that the force wasn't purely physical, that you gave in to protect your daughter's fragile ass."
"And you have a defense?"
"I have Cindy. Besides, it's impossible to rape a healthy woman like you, not with force alone. The strong threat of harm coming to your daughter and mother has minimized your fight ... although I doubt if Cindy would call having her pussy sucked harm."
"You fucked me against my will, Buck!" Wendy found herself losing this argument before it ever got to court.
"I ate you, too, Mrs. Street, but I heard you beg for more. The vodka could have weakened your defenses but it didn't induce unconsciousness and you had a few chances to ruin me ... if you weren't enjoying our love. The muscles which you hold your legs together with are among the strongest in your body."
"I don't want to ruin you, Buck. I just want you to free me and get the hell out of here. You gave this careful planning. I wonder how you think you'll beat a rape charge."
"I'm very much in love with you, Wendy. I'm willing to chance it. But rape elicits more false accusations than any other crime. Still, it's the toughest to prove. You know girls who have slept with men, then screamed rape later. You also know girls who have been raped but refused to bring charges because it entails extreme personal embarrassment. How many witnesses do you think I can come up with who will say they fucked you? How many mothers are talking about your seductive mannerisms right at this moment?"
"I ... I never . . ? " Wendy finished her meal and was deeply involved in this discussion, knowing she never fucked these neighboring boys but had openly seduced the whole project development. The binding around her wrists and her dependency on him to feed her were reminders of her helplessness.
"Nobody ever blames the senseless actions of the supposedly innocent victim. You're either consciously or unconsciously asking to be brutally raped. I'm just doing it my way, with love, before someone pulls you into an alley and puts your ass in the hospital. Or worse, kills you out of fear of being recognized. But you're aiding in such a heinous crime. Your masochistic tendencies openly invite pain, humiliation, and violence of a sex attack. Why?"
Wendy thought back to Roma's fascinating degradation, the fantastic scenes she saw the blonde go through willingly for months after her initial humiliation. The goddess thought about Sam's Puritan ethics cheating her out of fulfillment while books showed women taking it in every possible way to get as much as possible. She wanted all this and more, but she could not bring herself to do these things. She had to be raped, forced, while objecting.
"Wendy," Buck leaned forward to emphasize his point, enjoying the erotic sensation of Cindy's tight silk panties against his prick, "we both know about crime-provocative functions you're carrying out. I probably wouldn't have committed rape if I didn't receive any provocation. The way you talk, the way you walk...."
"It's all in your sick mind. You aren't mature enough to control that oversized weapon...."
"Sure. Everyone's supposed to show contempt for the rapist and profound sympathy for the crying victim. Well, you were begging for more, not crying, Mrs. Street. You let yourself get trapped by opening your window in the nude, defending yourself by offering to masturbate me and crying "Please don't" between orgasms. You even minimized any further escape or protection by permitting yourself to be bound, letting your enjoyment of masochism put your life in my hands. I'm glad it was me instead of another turned-on male."
"You've got my daughter and mother! I have no choice."
"But you didn't know that while standing nude in front of the mirror, knowing the window was open and anyone could be watching. It didn't stop you. Why answer the door almost naked? Subconscious motivation. Is "Please don't" the strongest discouragement you'll protect your cunt with?"
"I ... I didn't ... expect you." Wendy remembered it was Buck she was fantasizing about during masturbation when the knock came.
"Tell me, Mrs. Street, who's the true victim? Me! You're an exhibitionist, isolating your games, filled with repression while teasing and tempting me."
"No! Stop it!"
"You couldn't bring yourself to face any form of sex without fear or guilt. You had to be raped in order to indulge in sex afterwards. You, yourself, set up the situation where rape became possible, now finding excuses and misplacing the blame on me. You are a typical sexual assault victim."
"You can shove your perverted fucking psychology up your ass! You may be more educated and more experienced but it won't help you in jail."
"When a man commits rape, there is supposed to be a certain relationship between him and the victim. Everyone has seen you teasing me with your talk and your swing. But nobody will give a second thought to a woman raping another female, even if Cindy is only fourteen." Buck watched Wendy shy away. "I admit I created the schedule but you created the circumstances of which you're now the victim. The unconscious biological and psychological attraction between us goes both ways. Your need for me was the impetus for my sexual attack."
"You're sick! I ... I never. . . ? "
"You didn't have to. Most girls want to be taken by force. You have seductive inclinations of being flirtatious but you're not careful about where you throw your intensions. You're endangering yourself by exposing yourself to attacks more of less unconsciously. Just be glad it's me. When women want to be taken by force, they dream of the way I do it, not a real rapist."
"You're nuts!" But Wendy not always felt this impressed by another individual's viewpoint, even if she lost the argument.
"How many of the one hundred thousand rapes, forcible, statutory, and attempts were provoked by the victim just this year alone? How many weren't reported? Will Cindy go into detail in a court about how her clothes were removed so a couple of girls can suck on her tits and pussy to show her another form of ecstasy? Do you really want to go into descriptive detail about how you begged me to fuck and eat you? Why not? Embarrassment because of a human weakness for pleasure. Publicity of the fact that we've done everything in the book. Or did I and Cindy's seducers succeed because our victims didn't resist as much as they could have since they actually wanted to be taken by force?"
"You're so damn confident!" Wendy whispered.
"Mrs. Street, you've heard about police questioning and actual rape trials. Fifteen years ago, a woman screamed rape and the man was guilty until proven innocent. Today, a woman screams rape and they laugh her out of court after putting her on trial."
"You raped me!"
"Most medical jurists are of the opinion that rape's impossible. Consummation of rape, a full, complete, and entire coition made without consent of the woman is impossible unless extraordinary circumstances occur. I guess they accept kidnapping ... if you can ever find the body to prove I was holding Cindy at the time of your seduction. A victim should give in to save her family. No woman can beat a sex maniac at his own game."
"That's exactly what you are, you bastard."
"I didn't see you using any defense. You possess sufficient power to draw your limbs back and to use your hands and movements to prevent insertion of my cock while you keep your resolution entire. You spread your pussy open and begged me to eat and fuck you."
"I ... I'm only ... human."
"And as enticing as a fourteen year old nymphomaniac. But you're also attempting to equal the challenge. I don't blame you. You're provocative by nature. It's your role to entice me with whatever means are at your disposal. You just don't know how far to go when you don't intend to go all the way. It ends in rape when you tease the lonely, the frustrated, or even those with a personality problem of their own, trying to prove they're just as attractive. You're sensuous enough to drive me to the point of no return without wanting the consequences. You've been misinterpreting how far the signs of willingness travel."
"You're blaming me? I didn't let you in my house. You broke in!"
"But you have an onward conscious state with desires to provoke attack, like in the prehistoric caveman days. You don't wear a bra, at least one that fits, and desire to have me fondle your delicious breasts. You love to engage in mutual masturbation as long as you can claim your innocence. You do a fantastic striptease for your mirror, or any other interested item. Me! What am I supposed to do with an aching erection and my own confused desires when you offer to jack me off?"
"I was ... drunk."
"And as a teaser, you should stand beside me and take a similar punishment for this rape. Society doesn't understand your masochistic tendencies to want to be hurt, your drives to be humiliated by satisfying cravings by rape. It's your way of eliminating your guilt for taking your seductive walks."
"So this makes you right? You can come in here and stick your prick in my pussy without asking and ... and . . ? "
"No, Mrs. Street. Rape's a detestable crime. I should be severely punished. But rape's a charge easily made, hard to prove, and even harder to be defended against by guys like me. A rapist is the most despicable criminal." Buck moved over to close the window, hinting that he was ready to make another move, letting the silk panties build his erection into an unbelievable bulge.
"I was very careful during my walks, Buck." Wendy saw his intentions building with a large boner then he had last night and attempted to keep the conversation going.
"Of course you did. They always do when trying to attract a rapist. You should know a little about provocation, conscious or unconscious, having used it on me for years. When you fake fear to let me know you're alone in here, you're asking for it. All of the signs such as squeezing your hanky or holding the hem of your yellow dress down when it doesn't go any lower than your thighs, or even glancing around somewhat fearfully as if I had successfully trapped you, gives me so much information about your needs and desires. When you decided to appear at the door last night exposed with that flimsy robe and exhibitionistic tendencies, you deserved what you got."
"I didn't let you in!"
"And you purposely continued to drink too much when alone with me after finding out I came here to seduce you, knowing vodka would tear down your barriers for me."
"B ... Buck?" She watched him climb up on the bed, ready.
"Stand up ... on the bed."
"What are you go ... oh!" The bra and panties were ripped from her body as if it was a new rape.
Removing his new underwear to expose his heated, throbbing dick for her excited inspection, he gazed over her nudity. She was trembling before him in the gray-yellow of her bedroom. He licked at the candy-flavored lipstick on her knees and ran his fingers from her buttocks to her calves as the heat rose in his prick. He cupped the cheeks of her large ass and nuzzled her pubic hair. Wendy gave out a low moan of pleasure from what he was doing and the anticipation of what he did previously. He played on the mound until the heat from her pussy told him her clit was feeling his stimulations. He kissed the soft flesh of her belly. The belly depression of her navel carried the word Buck and he kissed it wetly, insinuating his tongue, tracing patterns on her delicious flesh until his wetness had eaten the name.
Wendy whimpered with joy as his licking moved lower and lower, and as his mouth closed over the contracting, pouting lips of her snatch, she purred. She felt his mouth and hands all around the bottom of her body but the gentleness was hardly what she had expected from him after seeing the whip. A strange desire to beg for more came over her as his tongue found her belly button again.
The goddess loved having the cheeks of her ass rubbed, an act she had always been forced to indulge in alone. She was fully aroused and she knew it. So did Buck. Wendy fought the feeling as it grew but lost again. She cursed herself for responding to his sensuous caresses so easily, giving into his domination. When his lips moved over her vulva again, she did not move and held her breath, knowing he was going to eat her again ... Eat her! And as his tongue probed forward, separating the soft folds of her pussy, she shuddered involuntarily and let her breath go as a vicious gasp.
The goddess could not help responding as he licked through her soft pussy lips and found the small nub of flesh in these folds near the top of her box. She arched when he sucked it into his mouth and nipped, sucked, and nibbled on it gently with his lips. She spread her legs over his face when he extended his tongue to lap at her exposed pussy. There was an imperceptible movement in her hips to the open mouth sucking in the wet folds of her pussy lips. She could not object as he tongued her gently and pulled her to him as she began to breathe with short, sharp gasps.
Suddenly, he pushed her down on her back and spread her legs. There was no objection, only sighs of pleasure. Her pussy was being eaten lavishly and the hot tongue sent flames of sudden desire coursing through her body. His tongue was lost, thrust deeply into the sweet wetness of her juices. He sucked, licked, and lapped furiously while digging his fingers into her lush hips and ass.
"Eeeee ... e.e.eeeettt ... oooooohhhh ... mmmmeeeesss ... sssuuuukk ... eat me, suck me, go, go, go, oh, oh, oooohhhhh...." Wendy felt herself coming and closed her eyes to envision the redhead eating her instead of Roma when she was fourteen. His tongue felt like the long prick her friend was forced to open her pussy for. But it was Buck forcing her to build into a spurting, gushing, throbbing cunt. He was doing it with his mouth, eating her.
She threw back her head and arched up for deeper thrusts as he stabbed his tongue into her vagina, lapping at her clit, then surprised her by stabbing his tongue up her asshole. The new sensation forced her to stiffen and cry out. She had reached the end of the spiral and trembled all over from sheer ecstasy. She let go and felt his mouth close over her cunt to catch the juices flowing between spasms. The queen grew rigid and sobbed loudly, her body being wracked with sensations of fantastic pleasures. "Ooohhhh ... uuunnnn ... nnmmmmmeeee ... oh ... you ... you can't. . . "
"I can't what, Wendy?"
"Mmmmmeeeee ... ooohhh ... you can't be so fuckin' good...."
"I love you, Wendy."
"Nnnnoooo ... sooo fuckin' gggoooooooddd...."
"Roll over and get up on your knees like a pussy cat."
"What? I ... no!" Wendy immediately pictured Roma with the boys and her vow of not being able to go through that. "NO! NO!" But she had forgotten that she was bound and that Buck had full control over the strap leashed around her neck. She found herself being roughly positioned on her knees with her ass sticking up in the air and her head resting further down in the pillow. "NO, oh please ... please, Buck ... no ... ooohhh?"
"I'm going to teach you not to question my motives, Wendy. I didn't want to make you cry ... ever, but you forced this." The snap of the homemade whip cut across the bed as a test. He spread her legs as wide as the bed allowed to make sure he got the beautiful curves of her inner thighs along with her ass. "I want you to count the slaps. You're thirty-four? For every snap you miss, you'll get two with the brush."
"B.B.B.Buck? No! No? I ... I ... iiiiiieeeeeeooooo ... oooonnneee?" Wendy cursed him, screamed at him, begged him, but she only missed three numbers and was punished with six hard smacks with the brush. He was slow with a few while others came quickly, not giving her any chance to time the swings and tense the beautiful muscles in her lush ass. When it was over, he let her cry until she caught her breath and settled. Her clitoris was associating this spanking with the thrills of the last and was begging with an aching erection. The scratching massage only added to stimulating sensations which held her in the position he wanted.
The round slope of her reddened buttocks was a large moon, a curve of sensuality some had called fat and heavy but which turned him on with its fullness. He ran his tongue up the deep, dark, inviting crack. When she moaned, he ran his tongue across the soft mounds of her ass.
The goddess could not believe a man could love an ass so much, that her ass was so enticingly delicious to a male's desires. She shoved her ass up more and relaxed. Slowly, gently, his ten inch erection slid into the juice-oozing crack of her red hot pussy and inched its way in by giving her an inch and taking back half an inch.
"Oh! Ohhh ... oooooooo ... so fuckin' deep ... deeper ... oh, yes ... YEEEEEESSSSSS ... ooooohhhhHHHHHaaaaam-mmmmmmMMMM...." She moved her bound arms to let him get a good grip around her hips with a start of a series of fast, deep, boiling thrusts. She could only enjoy his speed as her mind blurred with repeated smashing in and out of the hungry, sucking, slurping crevice. Wendy shoved back and gave him all the meat of her heavy ass to open her pussy wide for the assault.
"Tell me, Wendy!" Buck felt a great surge of power for his complete success in dominating her with complete pleasure.
"I never felt anything so fan ... fantastic ... oh, Buck, it's so ... s.s.sooooo oooohhhhhhHHHaaaaamm-mmmmmnnnnnhhhhh...." Wendy was going off again. She was filled with this man's penis and was experiencing the kind of fucking she had read about. The prick was hot and burning inside the flow of her own lava juices. Buck leaned forward and embedded all ten inches deep in her hole. The goddess found the pleasure of the new position and the stimulation as thrilling as the first time he shoved his dick in her. Her cock-hungry cunt chewed away at the phallus with hard, boiling spasms of her vaginal muscles.
The cock did not have to fuck her now. The queen was doing it all with her own insane bucking. The heavy ass that had forced semen from Buck's erections was grinding back at him, pushing at his huge balls. The thighs he had so much lust for closed on his. own grip. He reached around and fingered her clitoris with his left hand while pinching, rubbing, pulling and massaging her tits with the other. Wendy went nuts. Her pussy went into another insane orgasm. Her fucker could no longer hold and exploded deep within her soul. The goddess was so super-sensitive to the new communication that the explosion shocked her, flooding her and mixing with her own hot love juices.
Buck lurched forward with a sudden tension and felt the heat forming around the crack in his penis. The intense pressure had started somewhere in the pit of his stomach and rose as lava from the grinding of his balls to the tip of his prick. His victim's rotating actions were sucking on him, threatening to draw every drop from his insides. It came. "WWW.W.Wennnndeeeeeee. . . ! "
The milk-like salty semen exploded from his balls through his long, thick shaft and out of the swollen head. He was splattering cum all over her pussy, shooting off in several strong spasms, creaming it all into her hole until it seeped and slithered steaming from the stretched, pulsating pussy lips. It drained down her muscular thighs and seeped onto his heavy balls. He was fascinated by the way in which her heaving buttocks were clipping without stopping. Her voice came back to his reality as a whimper.
"Soooo gggooooddd ... sssooooo fuuuukinnnn gooooooddd ... fuck me, more, more, you sonofabitch ... shove it in more ... bang me hard, harderrrr ... rrrrooooohhhhnnnnmmmm ... moooooorrrrnT. . . " Wendy would not let go of the frothing, steaming prick and clamped her cock-hugging cunt around the shaft. The orgasm shook her brain, tried to destroy her mind. She slammed her snatch down on his joy stick. "No ... nooooo ... don't stop? P.P.Please? Pleeeezzzz ... I ... llluuuvw oooooohhhhh ... OOOHHHH...." She sucked his cock dry with her cock-hungry twat until it exploded its final spasm, then worked her pussy on his prick until it was finally too limp to use.
Wendy was crying. He did it again. He made her beg for him and his fucking again. She hated being used and abused but she did not hate sex and she was building a great need for this boy's fantastic methods of pleasure. Still, he was not done. She let her tears run free as he maneuvered around her naked body. He was letting the long prong dangle between her legs, slithering down the crack of her asshole, while reaching around to play with the tits he found so exciting. "Oh! I ... it can't happen ... it can't be ... happening . . I ... I ... OH!" But it did and it was happening. She let herself relax to catch her breath and slyly squirmed against the heat of his flesh. By getting up on all fours to give him complete maneuverability around her tits, she had unintentionally but not without satisfaction trapped his ten inch phallus between her buttocks to rub against the bottom of her cunt.
With his age, his desires for her, his night-long wait, and the help of her glare at the silk panties rubbing against his tool, Buck was already building his second partial erection. He pushed forward to kiss her shoulder and the dick slid up into her crack. He brushed the auburn waves away to kiss the nape of her neck and the prick inched its way back into her pussy slit. Wendy responded to the kisses by grinding her semen-soaked perspiring ass into his growing, pulsating, threatening prick. The palms of his hands pressed her tits and began a flat rotating motion over her erect nipples, pausing to reverse, massage, squeeze, and pull her breasts as kisses were placed down her spine and around her ribs.
"Oh, Fuck, I ... oh ... oooohhhhh...."
The fingers worked down her body, over the flesh of the flat smooth plane of her stomach while kisses were repeated. She moaned when he reached her pubic mound and arched herself even more as his fingers parted the folds of her pussy lips to begin a gentle, teasing, slow stroking motion. He was masturbating her. She felt the gentle tingling sensation growing in her loins as he worked her clit with a tender massage, first on one side, then the other, with a few deep vaginal thrusts to build on her tension. Wendy spread her legs wider with more attention being paid to her clit. She squirmed against him and felt again the throbbing of his huge responding cock as it nestled in the moist folds of her pussy.
"Ooohhh, Buck, you can't ... it can't ... happen ... oooohhh, I ... I'm burning ... more, more, fuck me with your finger and your cock more ... I'm ... my pussy's on fire...." She squirmed over the finger slipping into her snatch as her rapist hunched forward to lick her ear. "I ... I'm ... oh ... coming ... a.a.a.aaagggainnn...." Wendy's body shuddered as the first wave of her orgasm tore through her writhing frame.
The goddess was holding on, trying to hold back, attempting to keep from giving in to his every whim. In the middle of her lost control, Buck pushed two lingers instead of one into her cunt and pressed upwards into the quivering folds with his prick. The heated swollen head slipped into the contractions. She quickly enveloped both the massaging fingers and the thrusting dick with the soft wetness of her internal muscles. The queen finally let go of her own love juices to suck in some air, then exhaled with the words she had vowed to hide from him.
"Ooohhhh ... uuunnnnooooo ... ooooeeeesssss ... yes, ooohh ... yes, yes, yes ... eeeeEEEESSSS ... Fuck me, fuck me, f.f.f ... FUUUKKKK MMMEEEE...." Wendy buried her face into her pillow and let her arms go limp as her muscles refused to hold her. Buck crawled over her as the last waves washed over her. Her flesh quivered while she gasped for air. The fingers were still scooping out her boiling pussy but his free hand moved directly to her beautiful breasts, squeezing, teasing, loving her aching beauties. Her brain spun. Her stomach jumped. The muscles in her ass contracted as he withdrew his fingers.
"Wendy?"
"Uuunnnnnmmmmm?"
"Have you found any reason to love me yet?"
"Uuuunnnnmmmmm ... mmmmmeeeeee...."
She automatically responded to the moist fingers lightly caressing her lips, then forcing their way through her parted teeth to her tongue. His order to suck them dry was lost in the awe of the swiftness with which her body was being taken over and controlled by orgasms this eighteen year old was producing, each of a different type, cause, and height. Swearing not to give in to his sexual persuasiveness, she found herself forced to beg in writhing excitement for the rapist to fuck her. Everything she had dreamed about, wished for, and fantasized about was true and real with this male. She had found much to hate him for but she had to admit she had also found so much to build a love on.
"Suck my fingers, Wendy. Taste your pussy and my cock in the heat of lust!" Buck pushed them further down her throat so she could not force them back out.
The queen sucked the bittersweet juices of her own boiling pussy from her master's fingers. She was rolling over while eating, guided by the rapist's free arm. She twisted and squirmed until she was where he seemed to want her. He forced her up on all fours again by pinching and pulling playfully with her nipples. Wendy was led up to his warm embrace, sitting on her knees with her breasts pushed up against his chest. She could no longer pull away as his lips caressed her face, then closed on her mouth. It was no longer in her to object to such pleasure. The hot, wet, probing tongue worked around Wendy's tongue, cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and the depth of her throat. As their lips parted, a shocking, yet fascinating flood of vulgarity reached her ears.
"You've been doing an awful lot of cussing, Wendy."
"Uummmmeeeee?"
"I'm going to wash your mouth out...."
"Hhhmmmmmm ... mmmmmmm...."
"With my dick. I'm going to put my cock in your mouth just like I put in all ten inches in your pussy. I'm going to fuck your throat just like I fucked your cunt. I'm going to let you taste me now that I know what you taste like."
"Oh, please, no? No, Buck? I ... I never ... I ... I can't!"
"Did you like me eating you? I heard you beg me not to stop. I loved it."
"I ... can't ... oh ... oh, please?" But as the obscenity stimulated her ears, the vibrations aroused her whole body again. The thought of sucking a cock, of being forced to give a blow-job was only a thought, a secret, hidden fantasy until now. Buck was not really giving her a choice as she felt him untying her hands but tightening the leash around her neck.
She was glaring at the erected penis when he put her hands on him for her. "I ate you, lover. Now you eat me, all of it, until you feel the cum gushing over your vocal cords."
"B ... Buck?" Wendy had found out how big his cock was in many ways over the last twelve hours, but she had never really held one, especially this one, so close to her view. The prick was a massive weapon and pleasure-giver with a mammoth shaft so thick, the goddess wondered how he ever got it all inside her delicate pussy. She gently touched the swollen reddish head and the prick jumped with throbbing, pulsating life. It had a mind of its own and its brain was definitely waiting for her swelling tongue. She could no longer stand to use the feather touch and clamped her fingers around the base. Forgetting the rest of the body even existed, the goddess squeezed, fascinated by the heat, the pulse, the smooth, muscular skin. The head was smoother, shaped like an arrow-head at the end of a long spear.
"Oh, my go ... oh, hell ... oh, it's ... it's so fucking big!"
"It's yours. Take your time. Play all you want. I have this thing about being touched ... it's better than fucking ... so take your time because you're going to get around to blowing me."
"I ... don't know."
"I know you never gave head before but you have no choice but to go down on me."
Wendy had tried to pay attention to what she was told until now. This was different. This gorgeous hunk of meat had done so many things to her to stir her brain and set off explosions in her pussy. The wondrous fascination about this stupendous toy she now caressed was its immediate reactions to her stimulations. She finally let herself explore the full ten inches, moving from the base to the head and back to the base gently. He wanted her to take this beautiful prick into her mouth, to lick it, suck on it, and kiss it. She had read so many stories about women giving head to their men. Suddenly, the queen wanted to.
She experienced the confusing aroma of repulsion and desire but her senses responded to the human odor. Her mouth started to open but the goddess hesitated slightly when her lower lip touched it. The heat made her mouth respond as if being tempted by a delicious steak. Wendy had to have it, egged on by a gentle but firm shove of her head by her master. Still frightened, she opened her mouth and brought it down while closing her eyes in one fast move. It was there, this gigantic pulsating love stick, and it was hers now.
To her surprise, but almost expected, the fullness of her open mouth was still not enough to encompass the whole pulpy head and receive the length and thickness of this prick. She blew an air pocket in her cheeks and sucked hard while pushing her mouth down to force her head to take it. It filled her mouth as expected but was pushed deeper by her master, driving her tongue back until she lapped wildly to free her taster. A milky, salty taste made the insides of her cheeks and lips tingle until it drew more saliva from her now cock-hungry mouth to moisten the shaft.
Wendy drew back slowly to experience the silky sensation of the shaft as her lips teased it with varying grips. She wet the glans by moving her watering lips around before going back down. She had read how the "Sensuous Woman" did it and how it was explained in detail but the queen was too excited to remember any of the instructions. Besides, now it was so smooth and firm as it easily slid into her throat. Buck was right. Her juices covered the cock and made the image of the blow job easier to picture, having watched herself being fucked in her mirror.
But sucking this prick was a hell of a lot different than having it shoved up her pussy. And her eating him was so much different from him eating her. Now she was the aggressor, tasting instead of being tasted, giving instead of taking, eating him! Now she was feeling the prick instead of letting it feel her. She was torturing the head and the thick shaft of slick skin instead of waiting until it did something to her pussy. All Sam had given her was a filling, stuffing sensation. Buck was giving her a cock, a real dick of her own.
She wrapped her tongue around the glans and sucked away the juices he had stolen from her cunt while exploring the underside for veins. The goddess moved around until she was back at the top of the head and the crack. She tongued it eagerly and it excited her more. She went after all she could get into her mouth. The head filled her mouth until the shaft shoved it against her throat. She gagged and withdrew to measure it but she had barely gotten past the head and approximately three inches.
But Buck was keeping his word. He was going to fuck her mouth just like he had fucked her cunt, with all ten inches. She knew her eagerness and lack of hesitancy had gotten to him when he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face down. The prick went in as far as she had dared, then he pulled back until all she had was the head. He drove it deep again, pulled back, thrust, pulled back, down, up, down, up, in, out, in, out. Wendy was struggling, resisting, trying to beg for help. She was helpless.
In, out, in, out, up, down, up, down, deep, shallow, give, taking. The victim was fighting the rapid, fierce strokes while he used the auburn waves to pull and push and bob her head up and down. She gurgled as the prick gave her air but lost her breath when it slammed deep again, fucking her mouth. Then he withdrew only to push down harder than ever before. The head banged against the back of her throat before he pulled it out all the way to let her catch her breath.
"Oh! Oh, please, no more ... no.. . ! "
"You were sucking like a champ, Wendy, but I have already told you that I'm going to fuck you in the mouth. You've read about how to deep throat it but you've never done it. Just breathe through your nose and relax your throat."
"No! No, please? Ohhhh...."
"Breathe through your nose and relax your throat because I'm going to fuck your mouth, Wendy!"
"No ... please ... aaaaggggmmmmmm ... mmmmm...." Wendy felt his hands tensing to press the back of her head down and clamped her lips shut. All ten inches were rigidly pressing at her mouth and lips while he called her the most vulgar of names. She held her lips tight until a series of hard slaps from his right hand forced her jaw open. Buck lunged forth and drove the shaft deep until the head touched her throat.
"Breathe through your nose and relax your throat, Wendy!"
She felt the dick moving with every detail being imprinted on her tongue. In, out, in, out, up, down, up, down. She took a deep breath through her nose and the cock went down her throat. She had thoughts about gagging, choking, vomiting, but to her surprise, her soft wet throat expanded for the plight of the prick.
Wendy was forced to bend awkwardly but the new position now straightened the passage to let the dick in. The pain was gone. She took it inside with small, grabbing gulps as tears ran freely down her cheeks. She inhaled deeply through her nose and plunged forward. When his hands left her head and moved to her ass, she was free to come up for air. She began to wrap her tongue around the erection to take its pulse as it slid through the stretching warmth of her newfound enjoyment deep in her throat.
The adjustment made for her new position left her buttocks and pussy vulnerable to his play. She let the finger slide into her pussy to discover the heat and the erection of the nub of flesh in position near the top. The goddess was extremely aroused by his stimulations but she found that his roughness and temper added to her boiling wetness. She was almost ready to explode again. He wanted her to blow him. He wanted to fuck her in the mouth. Yet his interest moved back to her ass and pussy. He was going to set her off.
She was writhing, squirming, giving up her juices. The new eagerness for this terrific toy was building on her excitement. It was now a thrill to take its size and mouth it happily. After all, she had no choice and remained innocent. He would use a brush, his belt, the whip, or his hands to force her to do his bidding. She decided to take the old Chinese proverb literally and "lay back and enjoy it."
The queen was so close to exploding under the masturbation control of his fingers that she was forced to pump faster on the dick to accommodate her gasping. Her lungs were on fire. Her lungs burned. She slid her mouth down. Sucked while pulling up. Swallowed. Up, down, up, down, harder, fast, stronger, faster. Wendy was getting hotter with each stroke, hotter with each caress, hotter with every new idea the teenager came up with.
And the rapist did have another idea with his fascination for her wide, heavy ass. The queen had just taken another deep plunge and was waiting for the erotic caress on her clitoris when she felt the linger run a long smear from her pussy to her asshole. She instinctively attempted to avoid the anticipated pinch but the shock forced her to respond verbally.
"Uh-uh ... uhhhh ... uhhhhh ... UHHHHH!" But the finger had worked its way up in her anus. It was not a pinch nor a smack as expected. She tried to pull away from the cock in her throat while attempting to avoid the massaging finger deep in her ass. He twisted the member gently in her deep, pink, virgin hole. It forced her back onto his prick with a deeper swallow while her ass jumped with sporadic flashes of pain.
"Ummmmhhhhh ... ooommmmm...." Wendy fought to keep her beat as the finger in her ass picked it up. His other hand was still free and it only took a few strokes over her pussy as if he was petting a real live pussy to get her growing orgasm off. The contractions pounded through her frame with a volcanic force. Expansions and contractions ripped through her pussy to her brain by way of her spine. Her ass closed tight on the finger. Her mouth sucked harder and deeper. Explosions rocked her ribs and tore at her own heart. The victim shoved her ass back for more stimulation from the finger while slurping for as much of the dick as she could get in her. Again, she was brought up for multiple orgasms as she sat draining her juices through her soaked pussy lips.
Having drained her cunt, she was concentrating on the throbbing cock, drawing, sucking, working it over until it blew up in her mouth. Wendy began to swallow but the cum shot into her with heavy spurts. She began to gag and started to pull away but, with the heated taste of the boiling, exploding semen and the feel of the velvet heated head, she drew a deep breath through her nose to take on all of her lunch.
"Mmmmmmaaaammmm mmmuuuggggmmmm ... mmmmmm...." It was then that the victim received her treat. The milk-like salty taste entered her throat with its heat, gushing out of her lips, teeth, gums, and nose. There was too much for her to handle. Buck was helping with his own excitement by pushing the screwing finger into her ass and playing with the soft, pink, sensitive tissues to add pain to pleasure. Her eyes opened wide as she backed her sweet ass up for more while the spurting fluid seeped from her lips.
The goddess went down again to draw out the last of the cum, wanting it deep inside her chest where it seemed to mix with the creamy heat of her breasts. In spite of what she had felt and feared with this male before, she now found herself swallowing the spurting sperm, lapping up the leftovers, kissing the wonderful shaft that let it all happen, and lovingly sucking the velvet head up and down her throat. She let some of the leftovers shoot over her face as he withdrew. She licked around to catch the cum seeping down her cheeks, her nose, around her lips. Then she attacked the prick with her tongue, her mouth moving up and down the length to milk him dry, to devour his juices as he had hers. She had eaten him and she loved it.
"That's a good girl, Wendy." Buck was a little puzzled by her change of attitude. Most of the girls he dominated stayed masochistic while the sisters who dominated him stayed on the aggressive side. This was the first time a female was raped and decided she had liked it so much that she was taking over.
Buck knew that the two years of widowhood would have its effect on Mrs. Street but he did not know until now just how horny the marriage and the new 'sexual revolution' had left her. He retied her hands for safety and to let her know he was still in command. The silk panties were put back on him to stimulate a third erection. He was used to six or seven or a twelve hour period but this was the woman he had wasted hours, weeks, months, years masturbating for. He wanted her to prove herself to him.
This time when he kissed her, it was not necessary for him to force his tongue between her lips. Wendy willingly sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth and responded to his kiss by forcing her thirty-nine inch nipples upward, offering her breasts and the delicious brown tips that he favored.
She shuddered, knowing something inside her had given in to this male and his sexual advances. Standing as a virgin waiting for the sacrifice, she shoved her breasts at him, daring him with those taunting green cat-like eyes, flicking the auburn strands away with just the right amount of teasing, exposing any flesh he could possibly have missed. The binding of her hands behind her again caused her thirty-nine inch breasts to jut outward with her nipples slightly upward. Surprisingly, it was Wendy who was hot and fully aroused immediately. But Buck knew just how to regain control. She would have to repeat her immediate last performance.
The goddess let him cup her face fully and kiss her brows, lashes, lids, nose, cheeks, lips, and finally kissed her deeply again. He moved forward, stood her up, and embraced her. The guide was his silk-covered prick now rubbing her belly, pubic hair, and sensitive pussy lips.
"You're not going to say you love me yet, are you, Mrs. Street?"
"Will it stop this mother-fucking madness?"
"No."
"Maybe we can talk about it an ... and ... work something out." Wendy was very sensitive to any touch now and the silk was doing its job on her cunt. She saw that it had helped regenerate the power in his young prick also. "You've had ... a lot of practice, Buck?"
"I've been watching you for so long, Wendy." He shoved her to her knees and removed the panties right next to her face. "Stay in this position. I have to think a few things out."
Wendy obeyed and watched her molester stroll around in deep thought. He was trying to figure out her actions gut the goddess simply intended to play him out and enjoy doing it. She was trying to think ahead of him.
"Would you like to try to call your daughter again, Mrs. Street, or maybe your mother?"
"No, Buck. There won't be any answer. There's nobody there, at least not at that number."
"I know ... but what makes you so calm?"
"Buck, you'll have to give me proof, better proof. I don't believe you would hurt anyone. You're doing this because you have a crush on me ... not anyone else. I think that unless you can prove different, you and me are the only ones involved in this."
"Then why don't you scream?"
"Because I was drunk and let you spend the night."
"No, Wendy. Because you're guessing right now. Tell me, why did you try to masturbate me."
"Well, since we're being so fucking blunt, Buck, I wanted to dominate you. I lied. I never played with Sam's prick. I never even saw it up close. After spotting your erection and being high, I wanted to see you."
"And that's why you don't scream?"
"I've done a lot of reading over the last two years, particularly on sex. I've wanted to fuck again, to finally put my own mouth around a cock and suck it dry. I dreamed of eating and being eaten, but the closest I ever came to breaking the standards I grew up with and married into, thinking sex was a nasty word, is my mother-fucking sonofabitchin' vocabulary."
"Now what, Wendy?"
"Now you, Buck. We've done every fucking thing there is in every mother-fucking way. Now you've got me thinking ... about sex ... about me ... you ... your fucking prick ... I'm thinking."
"So am I, lover, especially since you think you're so free." Buck untied her hands and softly pushed her own weight back to use her position. He took the leash from her throat and let her lie free and relaxed on her back. He slid up on her to kiss her, then gently rolled her over to spread out her arms. He began to lick her ear while using his right hand to play with her tit and his left to keep her pussy warm. His cock, now rigid, was cradled between the two half moons of her ass. "This is a sensuous massage. New?"
"Ohhh ... obviously!"
"Then let me whisper in your ear. I don't know where your old lady is ... but Cindy might find the caresses of my sisters a lot more stimulating than what you've been offering her!"
"You really expect me to ... to ... buy that shit, Buck?"
But the teenager had waited for the twitch in her nipple and the slight muscular contraction of her ass. He knew she was at least thinking about it. He was ready to start his moves after almost an hour of just relaxing on her, nibbling her ears and neck, and writhing his name in her pussy and on her tits.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy was not relaxed nor was the massage supposed to do less then sexually arouse her. Still, the molester had slowed down the sex to explore horizons infinitely remote and most incredibly beautiful. The green-eyed beauty was now aware of his potential to reveal such a display of her emotions. Within the last fifteen hours she had become a brand new personality, one who no longer needed to lie to herself nor hide from the world. Buck had made her what she had always wanted to be, openly free to give and take and be in on the sharing of sex. The boy had brought order out of chaos. She had obeyed him and everything emerged from logic. Their sex formed an orderly and harmonious whole.
He had sucked her ears, neck, arms, and fingers. He was now under her arm, teasing her tit from the side, drawing sensations from her armpit, and nibbling her ticklish rubs. Somewhere else a hand had found the key to her whole sexuality again and the clit was obeying its command to set her insides on fire. The free hand was solely in love with her nipples. Her ass was responding to a pulsating, throbbing heat pouring from his dick and sending signal flashes to her sphincter.
But the widow had caught on to the sudden sense of meaning, a meaning far bigger than the world she had trapped herself in before last night. Her personal preoccupations with her self-serviced, manual manipulations seemed so trivial compared to what this eighteen year old was offering. She knew now why she had stopped to talk to him, why she said those things, why she left her window open last night while thinking about him during her masturbation. The goddess realized that her increased sexual excitation and his permissiveness was not the disintegrating morals but recognition that their fun was in contact with hidden powers only they were able to find at new heights.
The queen began to squirm until she had completely maneuvered herself into position to lick at the hard boner. There was a little facial surprise in Buck's expression but it had the overtones of delight. As she felt her mouth fill with the heated organ, she knew she was being honest with herself for the first time since she saw her best friend raped and sexually abused. She actually wanted to taste this boy's cum, wanted him to explode down her throat again, wanted this ten inch penis to be her own exclusive dick.
"Mmmmmoooornrr ... mmmmm...." Wendy moaned all over his prick while she reached around him, grabbed his bare ass, and pulled him to her for more. She wanted him, needed him, and was going to have him. After weakly rejecting him all the time, she had to find a way to prove this was no act, that she was falling in love ... if not with him then with his cock.
The goddess had experienced a mood of deeper inner sincere serenity last night. Her own fantasies led her through vast inner spaces but it took Buck to show her the strange and wonderful significances inside herself that she was never aware of. The teenager had cut her off from all meaning during the first act, then suddenly overwhelmed her with a sense of the interesting infinite he seemed to know. Buck was a lover. Buck was hers. Buck had given her the fact that she was everything but that everything was nothing without him to guide her.
Frantically, the queen ran her hands up and down the muscular, hairy legs while taking more and more of his prick into her mouth. She drew on the hot shaft until the silky head nudged the back of her throat. He was going to pull back but she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head, closing her lips tightly to keep from losing all of it. With his legs touching hers in the odd position, she went for all the delicious cock she could swallow by remembering to breathe through her nose and relax her throat. Seconds later, the fantastic penis exploded and Wendy swallowed the gushing globs of milky cum. Again, it was too much and, as Buck withdrew, it poured out over her face, neck, and tits. The beauty was bathing with pure delight.
The meaning behind her newfound sex was so intense that it surrounded and surpassed all that the widow could conceive in her loneliness. Her new fantasies, especially those coming true because of Buck, now gave Wendy the capacity to grasp the subtle reasoning and distinctions behind her thoughts. New energetic and imaginative dreams told her this was the male, or at least the red-hot prick, she wanted, desired, needed. Any lacking capacity for registering subtle thoughts and vibrations before this only stood as one more clue of her disintegrating existence within her loneliness. The goddess had developed an increasing stillness overnight for concentration, attempting to tap the powers of her master's subconscious mind and learn his secrets. Not all in failure, she attempted to become aware of the forces between her and Buck which were normally inaccessible to their consciousness. Her conclusion was that his love for her was real.
She drew the emptying prick back into her mouth and sighed as she sucked that fantastic rod dry. Even after the contractions stopped and Buck sighed with pleasure as he played with her tits, Wendy kissed and licked the smooth head clean. Her continuous licking and playing, especially the light tickle she was giving the hair on the back of his legs and around his ass, refused to permit him to go limp. Moments later, he was standing at full strength again.
Nothing was left of her loneliness, including her personality. She had taken, had been forced to take, so much. Now she had to have him, or at least his sexual mannerisms. The queen had been condemned by her captor for being trapped within artificial bounds, of living a materialistic, sexless life. He had left it up to her to discover that she had denied herself all dreams which could not be held within these restrictions. Wendy had forced herself to live in a desiccated, sterilized world with an infinite number of taboos self-imposed upon every one of her thoughts. Now she was freeing herself and she was loving it.
"F.f.f ... fuck me, Buck ... now ... fuck me now! Please, Buck?" Wendy fell back on her pillow in slow motion with her legs spread open in an obscene flex. Her belly was heaving with her sobs of pure lust. She let her passion build while her master gently massaged her thighs but realized he was not going to obey her ... and she loved it! His lips moved up her inner thigh to her pussy. She threw her legs out wider. He enveloped her cunt with his mouth. She squealed and kicked her legs over his shoulders, grabbed his dark curls, and shoved his face into her sopping snatch.
"Buckkkkkk! Yeeeeee ... eeessss ... suck me ... eat me ... now ... NOW! EEEEeeeeeetttttt mmmmmmmmeeeee ... I ... iiimmmmm ... cccooommmmiiinnnggg...." The victim writhed, squirmed, wiggled, thrashed around on her new love toy. His tongue moved in and out, penetrating the pink folds of her pussy and entering her vagina with experienced, darting, exploring thrusts. It attacked the erect nub of flesh at the top of her box and forced the clitoris to boil her brain. She jerked spasmodically and lifted her hips completely off the bed as her orgasm broke over her tortured body. She could feel his heavy sucking, swallowing any amount of her juices as he could lap up. She had been driven to the brink by giving him an unbelievable blow job, one which dried him up, then filled him up again. Her orgasms in this round were far from settling. He went in after more, building her even higher.
Wendy could no longer go back to her world of depression. The problems could no longer remain permanently in the back of her mind as worries, eating up vital energies. She had feared that each additional problem became bigger while her energy became lower. Wendy was drifting toward a hyper-esthetic condition in which her life became a series of insurmountable obstacles. Buck was now crushing all obstacles. His hands were running up and down her nudity, clutching her heaving breasts. The begging goddess pulled his face deeper into her cunt and bounced up and down on the mattress.
Buck was making himself at home, forgetting about his own pleasure and getting his rocks off mouth-to-pussy. She felt herself in new forms of heights and knew he had become involved in her pleasure, in hearing and seeing her explode with, joy. He was not going to stop now. She was already tuned to nerves sensitive to lingering desires and could only lie in wait, ready to receive all ecstasy. The heating powers drove Wendy higher, higher, higher. The tremendous hunger for this sex, this sucking and eating and all else held the goddess on her true throne as her lover nipped, lapped, bit, and gnawed at her clitoris.
"B.B.Buckkk ... ssstop ... don't ... I ... I.I.I ... .iiiiieeesssss...." It exploded, exploded, again, again, again, exploded, AGAIN! Wendy hung on as her sighs banked off her walls in a hollow, shallow, distant voice. Her clit stormed her brain with sexual excitement through her spine, giving off distinctions of each physical reaction. More force than ever contracted and relaxed more often than any other moment throughout her body. Her vaginal muscles and pussy lips twisted, relaxed, and contracted involuntarily clear up to her heart, neck, and the back of her head. "NNNnnmmmmeeee ... eeemmmmoooo ... oorrrrr . .
Wendy found a new ecstasy as her entire being expanded and contracted to tighten against the pleasures of his tongue. The muscles of her spine tightened around her ribs and pulled at her breasts pacing with furious panting to the lashes of his lapping at her clit. Her heart ran wild as Buck's teeth scraped and gently scraped her key with a precise pressure. Every new move on his part merged to shake her soul and stimulate her boiling brain.
"Oh, hell ... I never felt this good ... so Yucking great ... oohh ... oonnnnmmmm ... so mother-fucking fantastic ... aahhhnnnmmmm ... mmm...."
The goddess began to lay back and lose herself in thought as her lover continued to roll his tongue around her pussy lips, her clitoris, her vagina. Her heartbeat accelerated with her heavy breathing as she moved through a less powerful climax. She expelled all the air from her lungs with a heavy sigh, relieving herself of her overexcitement accumulated to send her heart on a rampage. Her attention was on the spastic intensity she experienced with sensations within her thighs, abdomen and neck.
"Oh, Buck ... you are fantastic ... FANtastic! I ... I need you ... I need your dick inside me ... I need your tongue all over me and in my cunt ... on my tits ... in my mouth...."
"Do you love me, Wendy?" Buck laughed while lapping up the last of her juices from around her anus.
"I ... lluvvvv fuckkkkkiiinnnggg ... s.s.suckkkiiinnggg ... eeeatttiiinnggg ... sex ... uh ... uh ... sex...."
Wendy finally collapsed, so relaxed, so restful. Her heart thundered against her ribs, wanting to explode, until it slowed to normal in her wonderful fatigue. Buck was nothing less than a stimulating sight conveying visual sexual excitement with his ten inch erection standing at attention. He had not satisfied himself, interested only in how she responded to his open aggression. He whole body, face, mouth, tongue, neck, tits, belly, pubic hair, pussy, clit, vagina, ass, thighs, calves, feet, and back, became one great erogenous zone.
"Do you love me, Wendy?"
"I ... don't know, Buck."
"Can you?"
"Yes."
The goddess realized that her habit of responding easily and having multiple orgasms were in favor of her captor. As she let him crawl over her nakedness with kisses, the queen wondered if these were undesirable habits or repressed desires.
She saw no way to overcome her need for him now. He had replaced her loneliness with conditional favorable attractions, then reconditioned her body to accept her desires for sex and a great need for his type of sex. Naturally, he had used several means of force such as spanking and tickling but each had led to a favorable sexual response.
Buck knew exactly what he was doing, now tugging at her nipples, still rigid and very much alive to his command. He was exercising the new responses as often as possible and voluntarily. She could tell herself that she did not need him at any given time but her nipples, her cunt, her flesh would react against her and call for him. By supplying this unusual sexual demand, all of her desires and fantasies would associate themselves with him.
Wendy stroked the curls of the teenager who had destroyed her entire illusory world. His tongue was slipping through her lips, still holding the taste of her own love juices. She sucked it in greedily as he fondled her beautiful tits and placed her hand over his huge, gigantic cock. She was his. She belonged to this prick. She would never again settle for nightly walks, teasing, flashing. She rolled over and felt the palpitating phallus throbbing heavily in her hand as she climbed on top of Buck and guided the dick into her sopping wet pussy. She wanted this, never wanting to stop, not able to get enough now.
The repetition of his sexual domination and the success of his activities provided reinforcement regularly within the last eighteen hours. Non-reinforcement of the loneliness, or even her own illogical thinking to avoid sex, was becoming extinct. She realized that, in her self-manipulation, she had let her energy run down, sink lower, run out. She had almost wanted to become accustomed to this state of hypertension, to accept loneliness as her normal condition. She was taking masturbation for granted and not giving any thought to a chance for a new mate until Buck plunged his prick inside her pussy. Before this, she had actually ceased to notice life outside her teasing fantasizing. Wendy had never considered rape a possibility.
The inner tension from walking among men who could not have her, who she did not permit herself to have, continued. In her room, she stared blankly at her mirror, her mind grinding away at her loneliness, her empty pussy, her cold titties, her ruined beauty. She was almost a vegetable in a zombie-like state, dying. It was this cock that had awakened her.
The goddess felt her stud arch upward and met his eagerness. "Yes ... yeeessss ... fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me now...." Wendy searched his eyes, nose, cheeks, and found his mouth while rubbing her pelvis against his. His dick slid into her hot, wet channel and filled the hole between her legs. "Uuunnnmmmm ... Buck, you're so mother-fucking huge ... so cocksucking big and mother-fuckjng great ... uh ... uh.uh.uh.uh ... ooohhhnnnnnaaaa ... soooo bbiggg and goooooddd...."
The queen gasped as her rapist entered her with all ten inches by cupping the full cheeks of her fantastic ass and pulling her body down to his. She spread her legs and straddled him as he arched his hips slightly to give her one long thrust. Wendy felt the folds of soft sensitive pink flesh within her soft cunt push aside as the gigantic ten incher shoved its way through the clasping wetness.
She forced her tongue into his mouth, it was no secret that he was awed by her new passion. The goddess was becoming too much for him. She pumped and fucked on the cock with her hotly clasping cunt while burying her teeth into his neck. Wendy pulled his fucking fingers between their sweating bodies and offered her thirty-nine inch breasts to him for his enjoyment, squeezing, teasing, pulling, pinching, playing.
The widow experienced the new sensation of giving, fully and completely, of herself, her body. The complete concentration on sharing her pleasures put all of her sense of purpose into fucking him instead of the other way around. She became extremely excited by the high level of vital feedback filling her brain, her body, her soul.
The kneading fingers set off her nipples while her pussy was catching fire. Now Buck knew just how sensitive her titties were and Wendy squealed with satisfaction. Electrical shocks from the friction took over her flesh as the queen's green eyes flowed in response to her own sensations. The clasping tautness of her own nerves maintained a grip on her new desire to dominate the eighteen year old who dared to fuck her. Her rage was openly displayed in her moaning.
"Un ... uh ... uh ... uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.uh.un.-un.unnnnhhhhmmmmmmnnnn...." The goddess was enraptured with the boy's muscular, sexual, sensual body and the stimulations she received when he moved his hips in unison with her aching, wanting, needing pussy. She guided the thrusts of his prick in and out of her velvet tunnel and rubbed her swollen clit with the silky head maddeningly. She dug in to bite, claw and thrash above him with an animal-like cry of need. "I ... I. I. I. I . I . .iiiiieeeeeeaaaahhhhhh ... h h h u u u u u n n n n nm m m m meeeeee ... eeeeennnnmmm." The gravel-like whiskey tone came from within the deepest regions of her soul as she stiffened her muscles for the first waves of her orgasm. The climax washed over her, taking her breath away, and began to build again. "UH ... uh ... uh.uh.uh ... uh ... un.un.un.un ... unnnn ... UN!"
Wendy was after Buck, trying to bring him off, but her own excitement was keeping him erect and strong. He was not moving a muscle. She felt her wonderful titties give into his fantastic fingers, then his mouth as he began to swallow deeply, harder, tonguing the nipples as if his life depended on it. Every nerve between her clit, through her spine, and into her tits were expanding, stretching, tingling, and twitching in shuddering movements. The spasms were shoving the air out of her. Wendy was thrashing wildly as she cried out again, clawing and gnashing, face to face with the flames, squirming with her needs while enjoying her bodily responses. Her breathing raced to a high-pitched scream as she dug her fingers into Buck's hips in an effort to shove his prick even deeper into her spasming pussy. "Uh ... uhhhhiiiiiieeeeee ... eeeeeuuuuuuh ... uh.uuhh!"
The scream dropped to a low, moaning bass groan as vibrations from the orgasm pounded at her brain and drifted off into harmless waves of purring. Buck was playing with her clit, her titties, her ass, her desires, every dream, wish, and fantasy which he had turned into need. Wendy shuddered strongly against his sweating flesh as he withdrew his still swollen prick and rolled over to kiss her.
"I ... I ... f ... f.f.ffff ... fuck ... fuck ... ffummmmmmeeeee ... eemmm!" The queen gave into the kiss and dropped back onto her pillow, her body exhausted and her flesh wet with her own sweat and their combined juices. She sobbed softly and rolled into his extremely comfortable embrace.
"Easy, Wendy. Just relax and think. Rest."
"You sonofabitch bastard. I wanted you but ... you wouldn't give me ... any ... you ... you...."
"You wanted my dick. You wanted to dominate me. No, Wendy. I want you to want me, love me, not just sex. Dogs fuck. Even worms have sex, lots of it. I want us to be different, to be so very special. That's it. Relax."
But Wendy was not relaxing. She was putting this unusual relationship together, giving advantages and disadvantages and weighing all of it with what she had before Buck forced his way into her home, her pants, her pussy. Everything said he was winning. The goddess realized that tiredness, overtiredness, depression, boredom, and defeat within her stagnant world constituted a vicious circle that had to be avoided if she was to survive with a healthy efficiency. Her self-centered world offered a privacy in which to die, to rot away with her own finger massaging the beauty of her sensuous clitoris.
Buck was offering an awful lot of successful fucking, sucking, fingering, massaging, scratching, eating with love and sharing. She could no longer get enough of his sensitivity nor his fucking. Her pussy, tits, legs, mouth, and body said yes.
This teenager's experienced muscles had the effect of immobilizing her logically, repressive mind, gave her subliminal powers to rule over her whole personality. He had produced the revelations of beauty and horror. Wendy no longer limited herself to letting the wind blow her hem up to give a flash of thigh to a young boy standing alone on a corner. She was a Superwoman, able to strip in front of a room full of men, to give blow jobs to half of them while letting the other half fuck her. No matter what he decision was, she was never going to be bored again. Still, she did doubt that a room full of men could do as much for her as far as satisfaction and appeasement than the eighteen year old who had already proven himself.
With Buck, Wendy had opened her mind to subliminal powers and meanings. For the first time in thirty-four years, the goddess had let her mind shed its defenses, throw away her shock absorbers, dissolve her insulation. She now had a wider, more meaningful need for sex with seductions being similarly motivated. The queen had become a slave of her own needs and Buck's desires. She had taught the teenager that it was more fun making love to the aggressive, highly energetic, glamorous, challenging victim than to the placid, domestic little girls he was used to. Wendy was used to being independent and high-spirited, a fight cat battling for her place in society, but she had never felt like a feminine siren until now.
The queen began squirming around Buck until her pussy was near his mouth while she faced the ten inch love muscle. When the glistening head of his swollen prick touched her lips, she opened her mouth slightly and licked out with her tongue.
"Yes, Wendy, it's yours ... lick it good, baby ... lick it all ... all over...."
"I need you, Buck, and I'll suck this mother-fucker until all the cum you have left is in my tummy!" She licked the tactile surface of her toy, then laved it wetly. Her power was growing from the way the cock was standing straight out for her from his hairy balls. Wendy took the dick in her hands, felt its pulse, made love to it, and caressed it dreamily while her mind viewed her circumstances for her.
She knew that Buck's development of a mere will power over her was basically futile. Sex was only the spearhead of his purpose, and that his main purpose was to be with her. Since everything was concentrated on this purpose, she could turn the role's around at any point, dominate him, make him do her bidding for hours on end.
She wanted to feel this prick deep inside her right now. She swallowed, licked her lips, then ran her mouth over the entire, throbbing length. She withdrew, felt Buck shove his hips forward slightly, and let the swollen silken head disappear into her hotly sucking mouth. Then she drew in more and more of the smooth shaft as it tickled the roof of her mouth while her tongue worked underneath for the sensitive veins. Finally, the head nudged the back of her throat.
It was no surprise when Buck took her head in his hands and reminded her to breathe through her nose and relax her throat. It was almost natural now. Wendy could feel the head of his penis begin to slide even further into her constricting muscles. There was no gagging nor choking, but a pure pleasure of having this cock in her mouth, down her throat. She squirmed until her pussy felt his tongue and, as he withdrew slightly, she lapped the underside of his dick. She was taking the length of his prick, all ten inches, into her throat without him shoving it, excited by his words.
"Suck me off, baby ... lick my prick ... suck it deep inside you and don't let any of the cum escape your sweet mouth...."
She permitted him to stop eating her and slowly shift positions until he was kneeling in front of her. She placed his hands on her face and let his hips stroke in and out, moving the cock up and down her hot, cocksucking throat. She loved it! She loved him, and they both knew it.
Her lips were ovaled obscenely while enjoying such a sensuous love. When he withdrew it to the head, Wendy sucked wildly, sucking her cheeks in to hold her grip and suck it back down her throat because it was hers now.
Wendy realized the true direction for consciousness lay in a knowledge expansion, something she had attempted through reading but something she could not bring a practical application to. Now she had a wider grasp of relations of her world by illuminating and supplementing lunar insights of her world in her subconscious. Her problems were sexual before she developed her mental shield. Her family believed sex was a forbidden word. Sam made it worse by restricting her activities in a time when free love practices were common.
Her problems were sexual during her invisible shield. She could not be unfaithful to Sam, even two years after his death. Her own teenage daughter thought she was square. There was a bitterness between the women because Wendy had been on Sam's back about ignoring her in bed. Now the child would rather be on her own, with friends her own age who were already sprouting sexual reputations.
But Wendy found a purpose for going on through this rape, in all this sucking, fucking, and eating. She had found a male to share her desires with, one who would teach her to be human again. She was in no hurry to bring Buck off. She wanted this dick in her mouth for the rest of the night. It was hers now. He was hers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Buck had been standing for what seemed like eternity. He had moved to this position when his dream-lover decided to take her own sweet time sucking off his prick. He looked down at her kneeling position with a shock at what had come over her. Her auburn waves floated down over her large tits and his balls. Her ass quivered with every little thrill she found in giving him this blow job. A sensuous thrill of his own was in watching what had been a very suppressed personality taking his ten inch cock like a champ. It was sliding deep into her throat, then withdrawing to its head very slowly, in, out, in, out, down, up, down, up, again, again.
Windy was on her haunches, squirming comfortable and alive with desire. His semen was already rising but he had a lot of practice for staying power. But his knees began to tremble as this sensation washed upwards from his legs where she was caressing to the pit of his stomach where her hair brushed him.
He began fucking her mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper, his huge balls swinging freely and slapping her on the chin. It was exciting to do what he had dreamed for years but could have died right then if she did not enjoy it so much. He then tensed and held her with his dick buried deep in her throat. The contractions wrenched his body and his cock erupted in great spurts, gushing over the soft lining of her throat.
Wendy swallowed as the constricting muscles of her throat took all he could give. The milky fluid sent great waves of pleasure coursing through her spasming body. Feeling the heated organ being pulled from her throat until only the head remained in her mouth, she swallowed time and time again, not wanting to lose one precious drop of the love potion she had stirred all by herself. The sticky cum poured down her throat. She was able to taste the faintly acrid fluid as it washed over her tongue and filled her cheeks. Then came the final climax and Buck withdrew his limp muscle. The goddess felt a great emptiness, as if he had taken something very precious away from her. She realized it would be a greater emptiness if he walked out on her now.
"You were great, Wendy."
"I ... I did it ... myself, Buck." She almost sounded childish.
"Great! I mean it." He felt good for her.
"I can get that mother-fucker up again."
"I know, baby, but I have lots of ways. Besides, why stop now?"
"Buck ... about us? I've been thinking. . . ? "
"You really know where my greatest hang-up is?"
"Right here, you hungry mother-fucker!" She held her tits close together and let the crevice lead to her large nipples angrily in between the large rich mounds of her breasts. "Take all you want. Suck them, eat them, bite them, fuck them if you want. I want you to."
"The satin's wet, Wendy. Let's strip the bed.. . . "
"And what?" She had already thrown the pillows on the floor. "You'll see."
Wendy did all of the work. "Now what?"
"Get on your knees and face the head of the bed on your face."
"You horny sonofabitch." She laughed, remembering how he had entered her pussy so deeply from this position previously.
"Are you ready to admit you love me, Wendy?"
"What the hell do I have to do to prove it? You've done every mother-fucking thing in the book.. . ? "
Suddenly, panic set in as the goddess felt him spread her legs lewdly and press his mouth between the cheeks of her ass to lick her crack wetly with his hot tongue. He was kneeling behind her, glaring at the tightly puckered flesh of her asshole. With the drapes drawn, it appeared much darker than the surrounding flesh. He licked the growth of hair lightly growing about the fringes. Wendy dropped the shock and picked up the pleasure as Buck kissed her wetly, then dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy upwards and forced the tip of his tongue into the tightly clasping orifice. The queen shuddered and began to breathe heavily as he continued the procedure thirty-four times. Everything was for the number of her age.
"Oh ... oh Buck ... oooeeessssss ... nnniii ... I ... wha ... what are you go ... going to do ... doooooo?"
"Shhh!"
His tongue slipped in and out of her as if fucking her. It worked its way back down to her pussy, lapped in and out, then dragged the hairline from the bottom of her pussy to the heat of her asshole. Flames of new desires flared in luminous intensity to set her spine on focus from fires in her belly. Now it was the queen's ass that was standing out, dominating the.scene. She wanted to object but her throat thickened with the immediacy to whine and whimper to the pleasures. Her brain darkened with a wild impulse to get away, strike back, stop him, but an overwhelming urge to prove her love for him and to accept the sensations being drawn between her cunt and her ass forced her to stay put. Her perspiration built from a steady growing climax she was never aware of before.
Buck pushed the large, heavy, round buttocks apart and stared at her pink puckered ring. The light hairline seemed to stop around the edges. His lover pushed her ass up tight on his mouth. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and inhaled. The anus rested at the suction of his lips.
"Aaannn ... nnnmmm...." Wendy felt the tickle of Buck's tongue running across her anus and shivered with the delicate stimulation. The experimenting caresses of his tongue were following the circle of her anus, learning it, wetting it to gather up the taste and feel of her flesh down there. Then her hesitant fears turned to sheer ecstasy as a free hand moved through her reddish-brown bush to give a gentle push against the heated lips of her cunt and enter, his finger snaking along straight to her clitoris.
"Oh.. . ! " Wendy gasped when she felt the tongue dig where no sex member had ever been before.
"Oh, yes, Wendy! I've been dreaming of fucking your ass for years and I don't care whether I go to jail or hell for this, I've got to fuck this fantastic ass ... I'm going to fuck you up the ass, Wendy!"
"Uuugggnnnooo ... oh ... oh, no ... oh, please don't ... don't fuck me there ... Buck, I'll do anything but ... oh, no...." The goddess was lost between objecting and reactions toward the tongue worming into her tightly clasping asshole. Her body stiffened under the thrust of his wet member. Then the second sphincter opened and he jammed his face into her open ass to thrust deeper, trying to bury his tongue deep in her asshole. With his hand playing with her clit, Wendy did not want him to withdraw. When his second hand took a hold on her heaving tit, she gave in.
The queen felt her rectum fill and bit her lip until the pain of his forcing subsided. He withdrew his tongue to continue with further stimulations. When the stroking took over again and again, she knew it was not fear but excitement that heated her ass. She squealed as the finger made itself at home with her clit, slowly climbing into her vagina a few times, then returning to rub the key. Wendy was cringing in anticipation, knowing what he was going to do, being kept off guard by not knowing when and his two pleasure-giving hands. Every nerve was on end, waiting, receiving.
"Relax, Wendy."
"I ... I can't!" She was conscious of the fires tormenting her insides. A swift flow of tortured veins tightened on her full, expanding ass. Increasing desires became tension reaching for the ultimate. Her hips were already moving to the stroking finger in her snatch. The goddess was setting herself up for another orgasm, anticipating it with eagerness. She shoved back into his nose, the licking tongue, the nibbling mouth. She gave in to the gentle push of wetness against her hole. Millions of small stimulations merged into one growing sensation. Her consciousness hung on by degrees.
"Oh ... oh yes ... ooohhh yeeeeeesss ... eat me, Buck ... eat my ass!" Wendy could feel the flowing wetness of his tongue as it softly slipped around inside of her asshole. It was a gentle swirling sensation throbbing through her spine to her brain in tremendous proportions. Buck was reaming her, imbedding his life into that fantastic ass he had watched for years, finding out now that it was still virgin and all his. He was massaging and loving it as the goddess wished. Yet her hips and wide spread legs swam under his face from the pleasures she was receiving from his fingers.
Buck was paying little attention to the moaning with his interest on the beautiful pink pucker she was offering him. The initial bitterness had disappeared from the taste and the hole was begging for his tongue. He probed the wet member up hard and felt the cheeks give way, then the muscle part around his tongue. It was a tight voyage, squeezing him tighter as he climbed higher. Suddenly, he did not push hard. The drawing power of her muscles sucked his tongue in.
Buck was going out of his mind, slurping up all he could steal from her hole. It had been years! He drove his tongue deep and let it slide back out. It was thrilling to be this intimate. He pulled on her hips and tried to hold her squirming ass still while his tongue whipped with greater and stronger lashes inside her pink, tight hole. He mounted his attack, wiping the cheeks of her heavy buttocks with wide sweeps of his tongue and kisses.
Wendy was thrilled and extremely excited. She felt the moisture in her mouth increase as she felt the silky smooth head of his prick snake up her inner thigh. The ten inch shaft was at full force, standing out from his giant balls and thick black hair. She remembered how fantastic her mouth and pussy felt when filled with this beautiful phallus. The queen's thighs grew warm around her deliciously waiting pussy lips. When the expected hand moved across the cheeks of her ass, she drew a deep breath. Buck was massaging, caressing, rubbing, soothing each cheek, loving her ass.
"Are you relaxed?"
"I ... I don't know?" But it felt great. Pleasant waves of tingling lust flowed along her spine to her brain, making the fine hairs around her ass and on her neck stand out with excitement.
"Just relax, Wendy."
"I ... I can't."
"Do you trust me?" He slipped his fingers deeper into the crack of her ass, caressing, rubbing, soothing her spine.
"Y ... yes?" Wendy gasped as his hands and fingers concentrated on heating her insides, knowing just where and when to touch. A ringer was playing across the sensitive tissues of her hole, not shoving, probing nor hurting. It was circling, petting and tickling to stimulate her pussy. When Wendy felt him spreading the cheeks of her ass and the warmth of his mouth on her crack. She bit her lip and moaned as the tongue slipped in. No pain. Pleasure came with the ease with which it entered her. The goddess tried to relax, attempted to loosen her anus and take away her natural resistance.
The widow trembled and squirmed as the tongue swirled around several times to give the circular lip of her asshole a thoroughly wet coating. She was writhing with both humiliation and pleasurable shock. Then he pulled her head down between her legs, the position he had watched her use to suck on her own nipples with, and let her look at the reflection in the mitten-cleaned glass. The heaviness of her ass was shaking slightly. The white cheeks had a darker lining where her short-shorts had stopped the sun. Her anus was clear with a red heat from all of his playing and licking at the proud flesh. Her cheeks were parted and a wet line was drawn from her anus to the bottom of her eager pussy.
Buck moved to kneel behind her again and let her glare at his swollen prick as he reached for her tits. Her breathing went wild as he cupped his favorite toys to squeeze them. The rush of blood inside the queen's head helped her embarrassment with this humiliating position. She knew her captor wanted these activities to be as crude and obscene as he could get away with but she found an unexplainable excitement building within her.
Her gasping had been replaced by a constant, deep moaning in her throat. Her pussy was sopping wet and her asshole was just as hot with anxiousness. She let out the moan when Buck dropped one hand down to finger her snatch. The firm, full tissues cried juices of passion as his finger slid deep into her vagina, then returned to wiggle her tissues and tantalize her clitoris.
"B ... B.B.Buck ... I ... oh ... oh.. , . . "
"Easy, baby. Just open your cunt for me. I'm going to fuck you dizzy."
"Yes ... yes ... oh, y eeesss...." Wendy's clit begged for attention, extremely sensitive to the friction she was receiving. She let the penis enter from the rear but it was still climbing when she expected it to end. Her brain jerked with each pounding. A new lust built on her violent emotion with magnificent control. A breathless whine told that he had brought her this high before near unbelievable stimulations. Sensations reached an extremely high intensity as Wendy attempted to hold on. His uninterrupted foreplay converted shock into new sensations. Her vaginal walls contracted.
B. B . B . B u u u u u u k k kkkkeeeeee ... eeeiiieeeaaahhh ... uuuhhhnnnmmm...." The goddess never expected the full ten inches to be forced to pace in her from this end. It had parted her delicate hole so gently but was now racing with her heartbeat. She gave a low groan from deep within her throat as the driving prick ripped fiercely into the shuddering pit of boiling lava. Then he let the dick slide out of the spasming orgasm to ride from her pussy to her anus.
"Oh, yes, Buck ... fuck me ... fuck me good ... Buck! Oh! Oh, no, not there ... please don't ... don't fuck me there! Bu ... auuuggg!" Wendy felt the tight grip he placed around her waist, then the smashing force of his brutal prick as it broke through the first of the taut muscles. The mammoth dick separated her ass cheeks with a hot, jamming force to push the smooth head past the constricted clamp of her assaulted hole. "P ... p ... please ... no ... not back there ... no.. . . "
But the attack continued. The queen's consciousness flowed in an ever-developing and more vivid stream. Wendy had been here before, arching as a nervous dynamo, jumpy with her hunger to respond. She now held her concentration steady on the phallus deep inside of her ass, contemplating the strengths and weaknesses of the cock which had penetrated her vulnerable hole. Its power surged as acid streams of sensations flowing into her blood, pouring along new nerves in her rectum, poisoning reservoirs of logic. A new wave of desire blurred her reasoning. The tightening responses in her rectum, in her pussy, and in her nipples were overwhelming. Her sphincter felt as if bathed in molten lava. Sheer sensuality of sodomy thundered through her being.
Wendy tried to relax. She knew the power and size of that fantastic cock but she could never picture his enormous muscle in her ... in there! First, she felt loose and wanted to piss, then pain was jabbing inside her belly and she wanted to die. Now there was a kind of pleasure shooting up her spine, a pleasure she never knew existed. She spread herself wider as Buck jabbed with short stabs against the restraint of her anus until it started to release and accept the gigantic entry of the prick. She arched as he shoved deeper into the revolted tissues of the rectum. Her grip tightened instead of loosening as she was trying. Her muscles twisted, hugged, and fought him. Then she clamped her sore asshole tight to squeeze the infuriated prick.
Buck was fascinated by the appearance of his entry into the ass he loved so much for so long. "Easy."
"I ... I ... Ooohhh.. . ? "
She felt the long stab as Buck drove in as far as he could, six inches with four inches to push with. The sudden thrust plowed the dick to her painful depths inside the trembling hole. "Unngg ... ggn ... ummmmmmnnnmmmmmm...." It hurt, being so big and hard. The anus felt like it was ripping, tearing, shredding around the prick. Then it was hot, as hot as her pussy and nipples, and the agony heated and melted away the same way it had when he fucked her pussy, her throat, sucked her tits, and ate her cunt.
Wendy squealed with a begging delight. A flood of gushing cream covered his finger and spilled from her vagina and sent her trembling hot thighs into spasms. The goddess threw her ass back into his balls and felt the prick muscling inside her. The deeper it went, the better it felt. She now knew why some women preferred to take it up the ass. The more of her rectum that swallowed the thick, heated penis, the greater was her orgasmic pleasures. Buck gave her ass a dozen driving thrusts and exploded from his own friction. The queen sucked in a deep breath and experienced the hot cum being poured into her ass and seeping down her twitching anus into her trembling pussy.
"Oh, yes ... yeeesss ... ooohhh eeeeeesss ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh!" Wendy drifted into a terrible frenzy. She closed her anus on the six inches the young stud could get into her. She wanted the other four. The queen was forcing her mind to meet his punishing charge. Buck shifted the weight on his knees to slam his prick from side to side inside her but Wendy was clipping her heavy ass to send streams of pleasure back along his embedded cock. "I ... I ... oooaaahhhhhhnnn...." She was jarred by the overwhelming climax and almost collapsed as the orgasm shook her whole being. "Oooaaammmnnn ... nnnaaaiii ... oh yes ... yeeesss ... oh ... oh.oh.oh ... un.un.un ... uh.uh.uh.uuuhhhmmmmmmnnnaaa." She was swaying from side to side, building on his partial erection, bringing him up again. Her auburn waves splashed against his sweat and swept the bed under her. Her tits bounced in every direction as her pussy gurgled with the abundant flow of love juices. Her panting was exhales of unexpected pleasures, each exhale ending in a heated sound. The queen's heart jumped in anger. Then came the pressure from his full erection. "Yes, Wendy?"
"Oh yes! YEEESSS! I want you to fuck me up the ass ... give me all you've got ... yes, Buck ... yes ... yes ... oh, yeeessssSS.. . . "
Again she felt him spread her ass cheeks and his tongue was licking her hole lewdly. Her expression turned to fascination as he rubbed his prick all over the tight anal ring. Licking her lips in anticipation, she spread her legs wider. But Buck did not tell her he was going to try to get all ten inches up her ass. He shoved forward with his hips and the swollen head lunged to a depth he had never reached before, stretching his lover's tightly clenching asshole.
"Ohhh ... no ... noooooo ... you're tearing my ass apart ... b.b.b.Buck, you're killing m.m.m ... kiiillliiinnnggg mmmeeeeee...." But Wendy accepted another inch of prick into her stretching asshole. She shuddered under his rougher thrust and relaxed another ring of anal muscle. Then the pleasure ran up her spine again. He was reaching under her to slide two fingers into her pussy. She was dripping wet and sucked his fingers into her vagina with the fantastic spasms.
"Ummmmmmmeee . . .eee.o.o.mmmmmmnnnnn ... yes ... yes ... yes ... YES!" The mmmmmmmm up her ass and swirled into chaos. The pleasure was maddening but her concentration was essential to memorize the experience. Wendy's nerves and anal muscles squirmed and lightened around the throbbing, pulsating member. New flames flared in incandescent violence to eat at the furious pace of the pounding cock. Sodomy influenced the atmosphere while the act of being fucked up the ass added to each of the other games Buck found to explore her with in the last part of the second day.
"Come on, Buck ... more ... give me more ... deeper ... yeeesss...." The goddess wondered how many more man or men had sat with their pricks in their fists and dreamed of fucking her from behind, wanting to bury their cocks deep in her heavy, shivering, aching asshole with obscenely dressed fantasies. Now Wendy was fully aware of the fact that she was as guilty as her rapist with this act as a feeling of sudden exhilaration. The dick pumped in and out of her rectal opening while his huge balls slapped the back of her thighs. With his fingers stroking in and out of her heated pussy, it was like a double fucking. There was no way of stopping herself from the building orgasm with the pumping members going full force. It was also clear that she could no longer call it rape. She was as cooperative and as willing as Buck was horny.
"Ugnnn ... ughhhnnnnnn ... oh.oh.oh ... yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me in the ass, Buck ... I ... I ... want it all the way in ... noowww. . . ? " Her wild craving tore at her pulpitant muscles. The prick was all the way up in her and climbing its last inches, throbbing as a part of her being. Her defiance to hold back the orgasm expanded her breast muscles. Her clit, now under the control of his two inserted fingers, gave in to him with its abundant supply of nerves. It erected and relaxed again and again with extremely sensitive passions. The speed and depth of his cock up her asshole was furious, intensifying sensations. Her stomach muscles pulled. Breathing disturbed the apartment's deafening tranquility. The tenseness flaming along the nerves in her spine was pressing with unrelenting strength.
"Oh ... oh ... uuuggghhhnnnnnnaaaiii ... I ... I ... feel you in my asshole ... fuck ... fucking ... fucking m.m.m.mmmeeeeee ... oh ... oh ... I ... OHHH!" Wendy stiffened and gave way to her orgasm as her pussy splattered her juices all over his fucking fingers. When she shivered heavily, she tightened the muscles in her asshole. Buck tightened his own contractions to stop his own climax. When she felt his fingers dig into her hips, she bucked beneath him and held on as her tightly clenched asshole tried to milk his aching prick dry. Waves, waves and more waves passed over her.
Wendy slumped forward and sobbed lightly as Buck withdrew and shot his cum all over her back, buttocks, and thighs. She heard the obscene popping sound as the cock was pulled from her hole and she felt suddenly empty, losing its filling warmth. His mouth was on her legs immediately. The world gradually faded and her consciousness became reflex. Wendy was beat. She wanted to drift off to sleep. Her mind was eliminated, results of her sexual excitement. She had gone through this before but only with Buck. She knew there was nothing to fear because Buck was here.
The goddess could hear her seducer breathing heavily. He was sucking the cum from her thighs while chewing on her muscles. She let him slip his tongue back in to get the juices from her pussy and ass. She could not hide the quiver her ass made when he licked, bit, kissed, and tickled her heavy buttocks. As he crawled up her back with the tip of his tongue, then the width of his sweeping wet member, she wanted to put the last twenty hours together.
"What about us?" Buck wanted an answer. "I want to rest, Buck."
"You're still being a bitch. I want to rest, too."
"If it will make you rest better, I want to work something out but I have a few things to think over first."
"Where's the problem, Wendy? The neighbors?"
"Screw the mother-fucking bastards who try to tell me how to live. You're my prick and you'll be fucking me, not them."
"What then?"
"Where's Cynthia?"
Buck stretched out on the bed beside her and rolled to stare at the pictures hanging around the room. Wendy lifted her head to his silence before he decided to tell her the truth. "I don't know."
"What?" A slight grin came over the widow's face, half relief and half confusion.
"Your mother and her other grandmother took her to Canada for a week without telling you."
"No kidnapping?" Wendy started to laugh through her wet auburn strands hanging over her face.
"No kidnapping. No rape. No break-in. You invited me in an exclusive seductive manner, seduced me, asked me to stay over, and made me do your bidding."
"And I have no case, Buck?"
"It's all your apartment, your drinks, your pictures, your satin sheets, and everything."
"How long will this go on?"
"I'm really hoping I'm good enough to make you want me to be here all the time ... which I will if you ask, Wendy."
"You're good enough. I'm thinking it over, but ... what if I screamed right now?"
"You would end up in jail for false arrest. But, assuming I don't want you to scream, do you know how strong I am?"
"I know all about your knockout punch. What you're saying is that I'm the one you've kidnapped and this is rape!"
"You've learned a lot tonight, Wendy."
"Well, Buck, first I'm going to get some sleep because you fucked me bone-tired. When I awaken, we're going to shower and eat. At that time, I want some answers. There's no doubt that I turn your dick on nor that you may even love me. There's a good chance that I may like you enough to keep you ... but a lot of the action don't make no mother-fucking sense."
"Right, baby."
"And stop calling meee ... eeemmmmmm! UM! UM!"
Buck had waited until he caught his breath. Wendy was tired and her guard was down again. He rolled on top of her and slid his growing erection inside her anus. The muscles were relaxed enough to get past the first anal ring before she squeezed her asshole shut. He pulled it out with the popping sound again.
"I do what I want when I want to. I don't explain sense until you start coming half way."
"Ummmmmmgggggg?" Wendy fought to free her face from the mattress and was surprised that he not only let her up for air but rolled her over face up. She realized that by letting him fuck her up the ass, she had given in to the ultimate, that everything she had and was had been given to Buck.
Instead of the fight she was going to give, the goddess felt his hot, pulsating prick against the palm of her hand. There was little fear and plenty of desire. The throbbing dick in her hand represented all that she had longed for over the last two lonely years ... and possibly from the time she witnessed the rape of her best friend at the age of fourteen. There was no longer any fear of the unknown gnawing at her.
When her stud made no move against her, she closed her green eyes and began teasing the penis to its full erection. Wendy closed her second hand over the cock and rubbed the sensitive flesh of the head. Her fingers fondled and explored the whole length of the ten inches. It was all hers for as long as she wanted it. It was less than a subtle change that came over her. The queen licked her lips. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. Playing with his dick was only a hint of how aroused she had become because of his sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, guessing games.
Unlike normal fear Wendy would experience with rape in the immediate present, Buck was going to force her to always anticipate future harm with something always unexpected. It would be new. It would be constant, yet a constantly changing state of pain-pleasure anxiety.
Wendy was left with the problem of establishing a pattern for bracing herself with. Buck's mood was mild, then intense, occasional, yet continuous with a sexual flare. When he ate her, played with her, kissed her all over, the goddess could control her own aroused desires with the mild and continuous state. It was the belt, brush, tickling, and various forms of fucking that made her question each new sound, each new move, each unexpected bite. An intense sensation multiplied the orgasm by a hundred.
But the goddess knew her reasons for questioning were justified. Her rapist's activities contained dangers seen and unseen, a strong possibility of the loss of her shield and the knowledge that she could never rebuild it again. Now it seemed her immediate deep discomfort changed as her conditions changed. There was always a lack of means to take precautions against the inevitable fuck once Buck got into her apartment but now she not only wanted him to fuck her, but also to continuously make love to her, to her body, to eat her tits and pussy, and to fuck her pussy, mouth, and asshole as much as possible.
As Wendy manipulated the steaming flesh of her seducer's prick, she let her excitement rise with the precious jewel she was stroking. She stroked the satin shaft and felt the pulse throbbing hard for her. The queen moved her pussy closer to it and forced her hip forward to thrust her thick mat of pubic hair over its head. She buried the head in the growth above her pussy and began an external masturbation. When she finally spread her legs wide, the silky head came in contact with the moist flesh of her boiling pussy. Wendy felt her young lover's hands on her tits as she slowly rubbed his dick up and down the length of her snatch.
"I ... doooooo ... ooohhh ... yeeessssss ... I ... ooohhh...." She moaned to the heat of his cock against her burning flesh, letting him stroke her begging cunt more deeply. A finger worked between the moist folds to find her clitoris beneath its fleshy hood at the top of her pussy. She began a slow rotating motion with her hips to his soft fondling. Unexpectedly as always, he gave a dozen deep quick thrusts with his finger inside her vagina and set her insides on fire. Then he slowly ran his finger over the hair-lined lips of her pussy to make her purr.
She wondered how he could read her desires so well and manipulate her soul. It could have been a dozen different reactions to his stimulations. An overlong reaction, senseless responses, no response at all, repetition of a previous response, a defect in a response made previously, misunderstandings of his orders, or a repetition of an order verbally would tell him exactly when he had touched upon any hidden desires sucking on her brain. He knew so much about her now. She did not want to let him go.
Wendy shivered as Buck threw his leg over hers and kissed her passionately as she writhed beneath the fingering. The hot prick throbbed warmly on her thigh, pointed toward her pussy, as his tongue speared into her waiting mouth. She swallowed when he moved from her lips but she grabbed his head and returned the loving kiss. His finger fucking stepped up, lifting her hips slightly as he gave deeper thrusts into the moist, clasping muscles. The kiss broke to take in more air and the goddess gasped out her pleasure. "Oh, fuck ... it's so mother-fucking fan ... tas ... tic ... oh.oh.. . . "
The green-eyed queen forced his mouth to her tit and sighed when he sucked the nipple into his mouth greedily, still caressing her begging clit. She liked the way her flesh responded to his caresses. Wendy loved the feel of his hands moving over her tits to her smooth belly. As the fingers touched the reddish-brown bush above her pussy, she spread her legs wide. Buck closed his entire hand over her cunt. Then his mouth came back to receive the second nipple as a finger entered her pussy. Her tit was being loved passionately while she arched her cunt. Buck found the clit and massaged it first on one side, then the other, then the head. He moved his mouth to her navel and tongued her wildly as her moans became words. When his lips finally reached her pubic mound, words became sentences as she threw her hips upward.
"Yeeessssss ... kiss me ... kiss my pussy ... eat me ... eat my pussy ... ooohhh ... uuuhhhmmm ... eat my pussy you cocksucking mother-fucking mother-fucker ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes ... ooohhhhhh ... yeeesssSSSSSS!"
Moving around between Wendy's widely spread legs, Buck lowered his mouth to her inner thighs and kissed his way up to her crotch as he reached up and took both tits in his hands to play with them tenderly. As the onslaught of verbal desires reached him continuously, he touched her pouting, wet pussy lips with his lips, then with his tongue. The queen's begging made him lap, suck, and tongue her cunt wildly. But his cock was swollen to its full length and he wanted to shove it somewhere. He knew exactly where, and the surprise was perfect.
"Oh, yeeeeeesss! Eat my fuckin pussy ... eeeEEETTT MMEEEeee ... wha? OH! OH! B ... B ... B.B.B.B ... Buuuckkkkkk?"
But as Wendy realized which position she was being rolled over for and what was going to happen, she stopped struggling and relaxed. A swift move on her part let her take his prick in her hand and guide it toward that puckered ring of muscle between her abundant asshole cheeks. It was the ultimate submission! The goddess bent forward on her own volition, then gasped out her pleasures and desires as the silky head of his swollen prick entered her tightly clenched asshole.
"Uhhhnnnggg ... oh ... oh, Buck ... fuck me up the ass ... uhhhhhh ... shove your cock deep ... deeper ... all the way ... fuck me in my asshole ... deep ... deeeeeeperrr . . uhhhnnnoooooo....."
Feeling powerful, Buck dug his fingers into her heavy hips and jammed at least six inches on the first thrust. He felt his dick being sucked in by her anus. She even raised her ass higher for a few more of his cock's inches when he reached around her leg to enter her sopping pussy with his finger.
"YEEESSS ... OH ... oh yes ... fuck me up the ass ... ooohhh ... finger-fuck my pussy until I come ... oooooo ... ooo ... make my clit feel ... soooooo gooooood ... ooohhhaaa....."
Buck knew she was his now. Her sex drive became attached to many substitutes during the last two years, and now it was reprogrammed to work for him. Any erotic picture, pornographic descriptions, erotic clothing and other objects now in this apartment will force her to remember him, desire him, need him. Any remote games involving embracing, caressing and tickling, even a simple act such as dancing, will remind her of his satisfaction.
Wendy felt her ass filled with his throbbing cock and began to rotate her hips as he withdrew until only the swollen head was left inside. He gave her a sudden deep thrust and slapped his heavy balls against her fantastic thighs. The goddess let him know she wanted all he could give.
"Uhhhnnnmmm ... yeeeeeesss ... fuck me ... fuck me up my ass ... .deeper ... I feel you in me ... you're inside me ... I love it ... love it ... love it ... ooohhhHHH ... YEEEEEESSS!"
Buck held on to her thrashing hips as she shoved back to his throbbing prick. He reached around to fill his hands with those beautiful titties. Her nipples were standing out. He cupped them as she squirmed and writhed more frantically with his stimulations. Wendy ground her pelvis against his stiff prick. She reached down and stroked herself rapidly as she pressed her body back. Then he took hold of her full hips and jammed his cock deep into her ass.
"Buck! Oh ... that's fantastic ... ugnnnmmmhhh ... sooo fucking great ... fuck me, Buck ... fuck me hard and deep ... ugggnnnmmmhhh...." Wendy was fingerfucking herself wildly as Buck withdrew only to lunge and bury his dick in her ass. He withdrew, lunged, withdrew, lunged. "Yes! YEEESSS! Ooohhhhhh ... fuck me, Buck ... give me that delicious cum ... ooo ... shove it all up my ass ... I love it ... I love it ... love it ... love ... love ... I ... I'm c.c.commmmmmmmmiiinnng!" She shuddered and gasped for breath as Buck hunched forward, crushing her tits in his palms with her orgasm. He felt his own juices rising and stiffened against her ass. She cried out with joy when his prick erupted deep in her bowels, shooting off the heavy load he had held back too long. Wendy quivered, threw back her head, and went up on her toes.
"Buckkkkkk ... ughhhhhhnnnmmmmmm ... commmmmm ... fuck me ... I'm c.c.c ... commmmmmiiinnnggg...." Then she fell forward with the last of the waves.
Buck withdrew his empty cock and dropped beside her on the bed. He slowly rolled over onto his back and Wendy crushed her mouth on his, pressing her body against him, kissing him passionately.
"Sorry, baby. I'm only human I've got to rest ... rest ... rest....."
"Shhh!"
"Got to rest ... sleep.. . . "
"Shhh! It's okay, Buck. Rest. Sleep."
CHAPTER NINE
It was well past sunset when Wendy went into the bedroom to awaken Buck. She had replaced her white 100-watt bulb with a dim blue bulb. In fact, the whole house had been changed around to give off the least amount of shadows during their activities.
"Buck?"
"Hmmm?"
"Buck? Time to wake up. I want you to eat. I have to take good care of my new lover."
"What time is it?"
"Who gives a fuck. It's just you and me the rest of this one week before Cindy comes home."
Buck did not stir at first, still trying to clear his head. He had gone too long too fast and done too much too soon. Wendy knew this and was giving him a hand by wiping off his face, arms and chest with a cold wash cloth. It was hot out tonight. He was going to get up.
Wendy let him pull at his right wrist, then his left. It made him open his eyes very quickly. She giggled as he pulled harder but the belt held firmly. The leather was tied to the center post near his head, holding his hands together.
"What is this?" Buck's tone was panic.
"Original, too. This way, when I want to roll you over for a particular reason, the leather does twist nicely."
"Wendy?"
"Mrs. Street! I haven't decided how long I want to keep you yet ... if at all. But until I do...." She stepped forward in the blue light. The goddess was wearing a formal evening gown of red satin. The black pumps, waist belt, and scarf told of the black petticoat, matching bra and panties, a red garter belt and silk stockings. She twirled lightly to let the gown flow and purposely threw the material up to show off her underwear. "Well?"
"Going somewhere?" He was still struggling to free himself.
"No." She sang.
"I don't get it."
"You will." Wendy laughed. "Remember that spanking you gave me? Here's the brush, right where I can reach it. We go fifty-fifty with this affair. If you object to my wishes, discipline will be in order."
"You're ... you.. . . "
"Watch it, you horny mother-fucker! I found out something else while you were shoving your prick up my ass. You're ticklish also. I intend to put it to use when I rape you."
"You don't understand, Mrs. Street. I ... I did it because I love you."
"I know. And now I love you." She pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him passionately. She forced her tongue into his mouth, past his teeth, around his own tongue. She tickled his lips, inside his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat, then swallowed his tongue by sucking it into her mouth before finally letting him breathe again. "Delicious."
"You smell great, Wen ... I mean Mrs. Street."
"Thank you. My new bath water has a perfume." She ran her hands over his chest until she reached the elastic of the silk panties she had made him where she had worn them, at the most enticing point of his body. "These silk panties and stockings are mine but, since you're so fascinated by them, you're going to wear them until I say differently."
"I ... I knew what my game was, but don't know what your game is at all."
"It's simple, really. I love to be looked at, watched, glared over hungrily while I'm teasing. You know it. So I'm going to put on a show for you tonight that is going to almost make you blow your cool and shoot your load. Almost."
"Al ... almost?"
"You need a rest, Buck, or at least your cock does. I may need your mouth later." Wendy could feel the full erection trapped inside the silk begin to throb with pulsating contractions for her. "My, but you're hot tonight. I better put out the plates. We should eat the main course before the meat is overdone."
"I ... I don't.. . ? " But he watched her dance out of the room.
Wendy Street was playing the same game her infatuated lover had been successful at. Now it was her turn to prove she was as sexually attractive and erotic as he was with her imagination. In fact, her erotic performance was proving sensational.
The goddess had been left totally fulfilled. She decided that she could safely reverse the role to make Buck twice as good tomorrow. She was going to offer him little but show even less. His curiosity would meet this sort of stimulation with sensitivity now that she had fallen in love with him. His infatuation for her had not gone unnoticed but it was not safe for her to make any type of move first. She only had to make sure her panting did not give away her desires too soon. The clothing would regenerate his erotic dreams, a gown tonight, shorts and a halter tomorrow. These dreams would emphasize desires and stress his needs now. He would be ecstatic without really knowing why.
The queen danced back into the room and placed her leg over his erection without touching him yet. She straightened an invisible line in her stocking, knowing he could see nothing more than shadows.
"Do you take cream in your coffee, Buck?" She giggled.
"Come on now, Wendy?"
"Mrs. Street, and the next slip calls for the brush. I may as well tell you, my horny captive," she patted the erection, "I am not going to give you any."
"Any? Any what?" Buck did not like being confused, being dominated by the woman he loved, being made an ass for something he could not decipher.
"Any anything, you sonofabitch. You're going to sleep with that mother-fucker at full staff all night. You're not going to shove it in my pussy nor my ass nor my mouth until I decide where and when I want it ... sometime tomorrow ... or the next day ... unless I change my mind tonight."
Her suggestions were made through touch, both painful and pleasurable. She had learned a lot from Buck in two days. Now her observations would uncover flaws that she would capitalize on. Wendy wanted to extinguish responses leading to annoying results immediately. Her love had to reach beyond pleasure. To be satisfying, their activities had to fulfill needs, do away with loneliness, and be a two-way street at all times.
"I only have one problem, Buck."
"What?"
"I want to make this work, I really do, but Cindy's coming home at the end of the week and she'll be here for a few more of her teenage years. You're right, I do love her ... and she's being a bitch right now. She could ruin everything."
"Why don't we talk about it?"
"Untie you?"
"Sure."
Wendy started to laugh. She pulled his left leg up and already had something there to tie his knees up with ... Cindy's bras. She was still giggling when she tied his right knee up, leaving his shoulders to support him and forcing him to stand on his head, almost. The pat and stroke she gave the hard ten inches hinted what the position was for. She began stroking the silk stockings on the back of his legs, over his inner thighs.
"Like that, Buck?"
"Unnnnnn!" He did not want to weaken but the silk was driving him wild and his new captor knew it.
Wendy caressed the silk over the long shaft of his hot rod simultaneously. "It better not go off, Buck."
"I ... I can't help. . . ? "
"I can!" She squeezed the neck around the head firmly as the panties started to show a spot of wetness. She stopped him before he started and held him off. "You're lucky."
"Am I?" His sigh was far from relief.
"Sure. You almost ate your supper before I'm done heating it."
"What?" Then the rapist realized his ten inch prick was hard and erected fully, hanging straight down, staring him in the face.
The goddess pulled the panties up to his knees and pulled up her gown to remove her own panties. She made sure Buck saw everything. She placed one half over the head of his swollen prick and the second half over the first half of the silk. She began a slow stroking motion with the top layer without moving the first layer. "Don't worry, Buck. You won't be ready for at least another hour. Oh, you're ready now ... but I'm not!"
"W ... W ... Wendy?"
"Remember that when I get to the brush. This is a Japanese trick I read about. I did a lot of reading in the past two years."
"P . . .P.. .PLEEEEEEZZZZZZ. . . ? "
"I have a plan. I'll say it once. You will repeat it word for word at the end of the whip you left me. Do you understand?"
"W ... W. . .unnnnnn!"
The goddess kept the slow torture going, knowing he could not go off until she released the layer of silk next to his flesh. She loved the game, the life, the love. She giggled with his half moaning, half begging for the pleasure. Wendy had felt sexually dominated with her mind and body as he believed she would always respond in his favor once her spirit was broken. But she did not want to be a timid, helpless, dependent lover. Now it was her turn to use the discipline he had taught her to satisfy herself according to some arbitrary schedule. It would be simple to ignore Buck's natural rhythm for her own drives. All she had to do was deny him, shut him off.
Wendy watched her victim beg for relief. His black eyes were unusually wide. His eyeballs were protruding somewhat as he panted. The speed and strength of his heartbeat had increased as she increased the stroking. His blood pressure increased and made his face hot next to her knee. The light rows of hair near his anus stood out. He was breaking out in 'goose bumps.'
The queen tightened her grip gently on the first layer and began a smoother beat with the second layer of silk. She noticed Buck's breathing rate and depth constantly changed. It sped up. It slowed down. It became deeper, then slow but shallower, and remained more irregular in rhythm. He was inhaling slower but exhaling quicker. Buck had broken out in a cold sweat. His mouth was dry.
Wendy removed the layers of silk so very gently and left his burning prick hanging rigid. "Now you know what I went through every time Sam stuck his cock in me, shot his load, and left me so damn cold. You wouldn't do that, would you, Buck."
"I ... I love you, Wendy."
"That's going to take you into my own special tickling ... but now you have permission to call me Wendy. Don't touch that thing. It's loaded and has a hair-trigger."
"Touch it how?" He could not move.
"I think you'll leave before Cindy gets home. You'll slip in on my signal and you'll be going through our delicate underwear at the time of your capture by us."
"Sounds great."
"I'll lead the sex trap as you fall into our hands but we want Cynthia to think it's her idea. I'm curious to see what she comes up with, especially after seeing the size of this thing."
"How far are you going to let her go?"
"As far as she damn well pleases ... under my protection. At a given signal, I'll turn you loose and you capture us as if getting even with her."
"How long before we tell her the truth ... .about us?"
"As soon as she joins our fucking orgy."
"And how long do I have to wait before I enter the scene?"
"Give me a week with her, Buck. I want to try out our brush and tickling on her little ass." Wendy stood over him, having the rest of the week to do as she pleased. "I'll bet no matter what I do, that mother-fucker blows up in your face." And with that, she bent over and stuck her tongue into his puckered anus.
