A Simple Yearning
She was young, standing no more than 10 feet away from me...her voice had gained my attention. “Mom please...everybody says that this is the greatest cereal. Can I try it...please?”
On most weekends, my routine consisted of doing my grocery shopping...and it goes without saying, on most weekends, a child would be heard...pleading with their mother. On most, if not every occasion...the child would ultimately be win. The purchase was made. In this particular case, I heard the mother say, “Sandy you know that cereal is loaded with sugar. It’s just not good for you. I think we should stay with our normal brand.”
This young girl, perhaps in her early teens, wasn’t about to accept her mother’s decision...at least, not without a fight. Her voice rose...the other shopper’s in the aisle were now watching this exchange between mother and daughter. “Mom...everybody will laugh at me. Why do you have to be so mean!”
“Sandy, I’m not being mean. It’s just that I care about your health. The start of your day is going to consist of having a good breakfast...you’re not going to start your day off, by having a bowl of sugar.”
“Daddy will buy me the cereal...he’s not as mean as you are.”
At the onset and during the exchange...you could see that the mother was embarrassed by her daughter’s little tantrum. I’m quite sure, she was able to “feel” everyone’s eye’s...as this exchange was taking place. Her daughter’s last words seemed to soften the mother’s stance. To avoid any further embarrassment, the mother quickly said, “put the cereal in the carriage and let’s go.” The mother was angry, upon hearing the word “daddy,” it was clear to me...she resented hearing that word. As for the daughter, her cereal was in the shopping carriage; she didn’t have a care in the world. The daughter won...and though this exchange was short in duration, a lasting impression was left behind. I watched them as they headed down the aisle...finally turning, out of sight.
I quickly finished my shopping...the parking lot was crowded...and so, I sat and waited. I kept a watchful eye towards the exits...as I did, I was able to recall the mother’s face. She wore very little make-up, she gave a sincere impression that she cared about her health and that of her looks. She was attractive. She was dressed in casual jeans, a white Ralph Lauren blouse. Her hair was shoulder length, brown in color. I noticed two specific things...one being, she wasn’t wearing a wedding band. The other noticeable attribute; her ass was perfectly shaped. She was shorter than me...and so, I guessed that she stood over 5' feet, but well under 6'. Wet...she couldn’t have weighed more than 120lbs...guessing still, I figured her “cup” size, was that of a b-cup.
And so, I waited in the parking lot...I had a clear view of the exits. As I waited, I began to think of the many possibilities and as my mind was traveling in thought; my cock was alive and well. I didn’t have a long wait and as the mother began to drive away from the grocery store and into traffic, I was close behind. She made a quick stop at the cleaner’s, in and out of a pet store before pulling into a driveway in a very respectable neighborhood. Needless to say, I was impressed.
I had jotted down her license plate number. She lived on the out skirts of town. The amount of time it took to drive from the center of town to her home was very important. When and if the police were called, I wanted to know the approximate time it would take for their arrival. At some point in time, I would be leading the investigation...as it was, I was entering my 15th year in the police force. I was single, 33 years of age...though I enjoyed a wonderful dating life, still, I was aware of my enjoyment...when it came to raping an unexpected female.
I drove slowly past her home. With a keen eye, I began to absorb my surroundings...there was “space” between each home...tree lines separated one property from the next. Some of the families had swimming pools, most every home showed signs that children were present. Whether it was a bike in the driveway or a swing-set in the back yard....I came to the conclusion that my thoughts needed to be investigated in a more profound way. The street ended in a cul-de-sac. Exiting the neighborhood, I noticed that she was bringing her groceries into her home....she was never aware of my presence. With one hand on the steering wheel...using my free hand, I lightly caressed my crotch. I wasn’t surprised; my cock was hard. I was quite pleased.
During the next few weeks, I visited the neighborhood on a number of occasions. During the morning and afternoon hours...the neighborhood was quiet. When the school day was over...when the buses arrived, the neighborhood became active. A few homeowner’s would glance in my direction, as would the private contractor’s who maintained the lawns and or pools...but, for the most part, no body paid any attention to my presence. When a police cruiser drives through a neighborhood...a person tends to feel safe and secure. The last thing a person would think is that you’re sizing up the neighborhood for an impending rape.
During the evening hours, the neighborhood was quiet. The woman’s home was situated on 2 acres, her lawn was manicured...every Friday morning, a contractor would tend to her lawn. A rather bright light lit up the area in front of her garage...her driveway was perhaps, a 150' long. I was able to park my car on a side road...traveling on foot, I was able to appreciate the back of this woman’s home. She had a large deck, a beautiful swimming pool...what seemed to be a beautiful Jacuzzi. A bedroom light was seen from the back yard...another light was viewed from the street side. I had to guess that the bedroom on the street side belonged to the woman and not the daughter...those lights remained on the longest, normally being turned off at the 11 0'clock hour.
Kimberly Webster...37 years of age. Her driving record was clean...I had guessed somewhat correctly; she weighed close to 120 lbs. She stood 5'5". It was nice to know her name. The first time I raped a woman, it wasn’t until the next few days, having read about her ordeal in the newspaper...did I learn of her name. From that point forward, I felt it was important....to know “something” about her. And so, having gained some personal information, I thought it was time to delve further into Kimberly Webster’s life.
Kimberly was a woman of habit, of routine....every morning she left for work at the same precise hour. On the way to her job, she stopped at the high school...without Kimberly knowing, we both would watch her daughter scamper off to join her friends in a conversation. The more I saw of Sandy...the more intrigued I became. Before walking into the bank, Kimberly always stopped at a small café. Her job? She could have been the bank manager, or a teller...I never found out. I was intrigued to learn that every morning, while in the cafe...she always had the same breakfast. Yes, indeed...a woman of habit.
Kimberly worked out three nights a week...I wasn’t interested in knowing what her workout consisted of. I was just pleased that she was doing something to keep her body tight and firm...because, the more times I saw of her...I knew without question; I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to feel as if she wasn’t in control of the moment...and within my mind, I didn’t want the attack to be quick. It was going to be a slow process...one that would be remembered for the rest of our lives. I had this feeling...Kimberly had never been fucked in her ass. I so badly wanted to place the head of my cock, towards the opening of her small darkened hole. I wanted to feel the pleasure of my orgasm...thus far, I felt very secure in my endeavor.
I came to the realization that Kimberly and her ex husband shared their daughter’s company. Every other weekend, Kimberly was alone...on the other weekends, Sandy was with her mother. I saw the exchange only once...you could easily see that Sandy loved her father. I’m sure it was a weekend, in which she was spoiled. To be perfectly honest, when I saw the exchange...this was the first true moment, when I began to consider Sandy...as being a victim. The remembrance factor would be priceless...her father would be devastated to learn that his precious daughter had been fucked, while not being able to protect her. Too, Sandy could be used as a tool...allowing me to enjoy her mother, all that much more.
On Sunday...mother and daughter went to church. They then enjoyed a brunch together...on those weekends when Sandy was with her father, Kimberly skipped the brunch. I guess, she didn’t like to eat by herself. For those times when I drove by her home, mostly on the weekends...every so often, I would notice a strange car in the driveway...never knowing if Kimberly was “seeing” someone...I came to the conclusion that a friend had dropped by. I never noticed a car in the driveway at night...too, no vehicle was seen at the house on those weekends when Sandy was with her father.
Sandy came home on the bus. From walking down the driveway, along the house to the back yard...moments later, she would appear through the front door. At some point in time, kids from the neighborhood would gather together and play, socialize...and so, it was apparently clear to me...a spare key to the house was within reach. Knowing the layout of the house became important to me...and the thought of gaining more information on Kimberly, this intrigued me.
The last thing I wanted was for the police to respond to the property...the neighborhood watch program had been a successful tool thus far. But, in order to reach my goal...I had to take certain risks. The neighborhood appeared to be ultra quiet on most Sunday’s...and when Kimberly and her daughter had left for church...knowing that they wouldn’t break their pattern...by having brunch together, I knew that I had a few hours to myself. My only hope was that the spare key would be easily found...hopeful, that it was even there.
The key was there. I slithered from the tree line...having watched Kimberly and Sandy drive off into town...with very little time or effort taken, I was standing inside the kitchen. It was in fact, a beautiful kitchen...every appliance was top of the line. It became apparently clear to me that Kimberly preferred to have a clean home...every room I walked into was immaculate. There wasn’t any clutter to be seen...even the hall closets were neatly arranged. On the kitchen counter...in a basket of sorts, were her bills...and after rummaging through her mail, I came across a check. The amount was for $1200...and it became clear to me that the check was for Sandy. Whatever her father did for a living...it appeared as if he was good, at what he did.
Kimberly had a modest balance on her charge cards...again, it became clear to me; she enjoyed shopping. I was intrigued to find a few hundred dollar bills in her cookie jar...hopefully, they would still be there...when I made my presence known. Kimberly’s living room was simply beautiful...her sofa and love seat, the recliner were all leather...a large screen television filled a corner of the room. As I walked away from the living room, a thought did cross my mind...perhaps, I would to rest? You can exert a lot of energy when fucking...relaxing while watching television, well...it can be exactly what a person needs, before they fuck again.
Kimberly’s bedroom was in fact, facing the street...my heart skipped a beat...my cock became semi hard. Kimberly slept in a queen size bed...everything in her bedroom spoke of her feminity...it was going to be a glorious moment. I sat on the side of her bed....she slept on a hard mattress. With great care, I opened the drawers to her bureau...Kimberly wore such beautiful lingerie...holding her clean panties in my hand, as my heart continued to beat a mile a minute...I couldn’t help but notice, just how hard my cock had become. Perhaps, my next move wasn’t the smartest...but well, my blood was boiling. I unsnapped my pants...lowering my zipper, removing my cock from my pants...wrapping Kimberly’s panties around my cock; I masturbated. My orgasm was quick and very powerful...my sperm was clearly seen against the sheer fabric. Again, with great care...I stuffed her panties under her clean pairs...wondering of course, if she would one day, be wearing the soiled panties.
Kimberly had her own bathroom...just a hop, skip and a jump away from her bed. I looked in her medicine cabinet...I couldn’t help myself, I found myself opening up her hamper. Taking a deep breath, reaching in...I pulled out a pair of her panties. Inhaling deeply...I savored the scent of her body. The crotch area was slightly stained...streaks of shit, a yellowish stain...all in all; my cock grew very hard.
Sandy’s bedroom spoke of her age...it’s what I portrayed a teenager’s bedroom to look like. While growing up, I never had the things that she had...a computer, stereo system; her own television. Why would anyone ever have to leave their bedroom? Poster’s of television stars, movie stars...and yet, she only had a full size bed. I shrugged my shoulder’s knowing full well, that even in a full size bed...a lot of fucking could take place. I was intrigued for two reasons, while being in Sandy’s bedroom. Her mattress squeaked. With the bedroom doors open...one never knew, perhaps Kimberly would be able to hear her daughter’s bed squeak, as I fucked her daughter. The second reason for my intrigue...in Sandy’s bedroom closet, I saw the entrance to the attic.
Having gained some knowledge of the layout of the home...once I was on the main floor, I began to wonder how I was going to leave without being seen. Taking a deep breath...I just walked out into the back yard and kept on walking towards the tree line. It was an omen of sorts...everything was going very good. Once I got into my car, having caught my breath...with my cock remaining hard, I contemplated my next move. My next move though, would have to wait a few weeks...the on-coming weekend, I knew that Sandy was going to be with her father. Time was on my side and of course, I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
It was rather warm in the attic...in fact, it was downright hot. Once the decision had been made, I knew that I was going to suffer some hardship. But, my plan was simple and smart...ultimately, my pleasure was going to outweigh my discomfort. I crept into the home on a late Friday afternoon...I gave myself enough time, to place a small bag under both Kimberly and Sandy’s bed....then, entering into Sandy’s bedroom closet, I hiked myself up and into the entrance to the attic. I had brought water, a small light...it became a waiting game.
I heard Sandy come home from school...one door after another was being opened and closed. She walked in and out of her bedroom...when it became quiet, I guessed that she had gone outside to play with the kids in the neighborhood. Glancing at my watch...the anticipation was killing me, while having to wait for Kimberly’s arrival. And yet, in time, she arrived home from work...pulling back the opening to the attic, thankful that the closet and bedroom door was open; my two favorite ladies voices were heard. Thus, the waiting game continued.
I had dined on soft food, I had drank copious amounts of water...on more than one occasion, I had peed into a water bottle. My heart skipped a beat when I heard Sandy’s bedroom door close...the television came to life...from my position, I had very little awareness of what was going on. But it didn’t matter...the golden hour was fast approaching. I knew of the bed times...and I was determined to allow as much time as was needed; allowing them both to fall asleep. When Kimberly said, “goodnight” to her daughter...as the sweat continued to pour off from my eyebrow’s...I knew that my agonizing ordeal was soon to be over. It was close to midnight when I slid back the cover to the attic...quietly, I slithered down into Sandy’s bedroom closet.
Sandy slept on her side, her back was facing my approach; she was sound asleep. Not wanting to make a sound, I carefully approached her bed. The bag was where I had left it...in no time at all, Sandy was secured to the frame of her bed. Having invaded her slumber...with my hand over her mouth, she looked up and saw a man who was wearing a ski mask. Her facial expressions were priceless...immediate fear; I was pleased.
When fear is felt, even in a sound sleep...the process of waking up, is quick. Sandy didn’t yawn, she didn’t stretch out her arms...her body became rigid. In an ugly tone, I whispered, “You make a sound...just one small sound and your mother is going to pay dearly. Do you understand me?” Sandy’s eyes were wide open...she had heard my voice and was nodding her understanding.
I presented Sandy with a small ball gag. Of course, she had no idea what it was. Wishing to assist her in a helpful way, I grabbed her by the hair and said, “Open up.” Her eye’s registered such fear...a quick moment later, the ball gag was in place. I pulled her comforter and sheets off from her body...with such precision, I placed wrist and ankle restraints on her...using rope: she was secured to the frame of her bed. Against the bonds that held her in place...she struggled. When she began to cry...a smile formed on my face. Sandy was attempting to make all kinds of verbal sounds and yet, the ball gag kept her from being heard.
Before leaving Sandy’s bedroom, I stood at the foot of her bed and admired her beautiful, young body. She was wearing pajama’s...and I’m quite sure, prior to my arrival; she was enjoying a beautiful dream. A nightmare though, was fast approaching.
When I left Sandy’s bedroom...she continued to tremble in fear. That emotion, that is what I wanted, what I expected from her mother. In this situation, a person who fears...well, the possibilities can seem endless. Not wishing to make any noise, I carefully walked down the hallway towards Kimberly’ bedroom. Placing my ear against her door...I listened for any sounds. When I felt it was safe...having slowly opened her bedroom door...I eventually found myself standing right beside her bed. Like her daughter, Kimberly was fast asleep...not being aware of my presence, I reached under her bed for the bag.
With Kimberly...my approach was a bit different. I was dealing with an older person, perhaps, not so naive. I had no idea if she had a will to fight. In my left hand, I held a rather large knife...in a brash move on my part; I grabbed Kimberly by her hair. In one quick moment, she was awake...without having seen the knife, she knew...she had felt the blade against her neck. She wanted to scream...I sensed that and yet, her body remained rigid. Yes, fear was immediately seen...in her eyes. “Say a word...just one word, scream out just once...and your precious daughter will feel my wrath.”
With my knife held against her neck...wishing to enjoy the moment, I reached my hand under the comforter. My cock was alive and well...I felt the softness of Kimberly’s pajama’s. I cupped her right tit in my hand...I then brought my hand under her pajama’s...her tit felt wonderful, soft and smooth. I teased her nipple...pinching it slightly; her eye’s registered her fear. In such a soft voice, Kimberly whispered. “Please...please don’t hurt me...please...I beg you, don’t hurt my daughter.”
The bedroom was dark...yet, when your eyes become acclimated to your surroundings...if anything, you can see certain objects. Kimberly was looking into my eye’s...yet, I knew the ski mask was in place. Her heart was beating a mile a minute...against the darkness, I was looking directly into her eyes. In a soft and clear voice, I said. “Your daughter is safe. If you don’t want you daughter to get hurt...then you’re going to become a very good girl for me. Kimberly, if you do anything stupid...then yes, both you and your daughter will feel pain.” The knife remained very close to her neck; her throat.
When I said her name, I noticed that her eyes had opened wide. I smiled. I wondered at that precise moment, what thoughts were traveling through her mind...a man who was holding a knife against her throat, a man who had invaded her home...he in fact, knew her name. I’m sure she was puzzled by this...and her body indicated this. When I presented the ball gag to Kimberly, I had to say, “Open your mouth.” She had no clue as to what it was...but when it was applied; she looked beautiful. Just as I had done with her daughter...I removed the comforter and sheets from her body. Using wrist and ankle restraints...rope...Kimberly was secured to the frame of her bed.
When I was securing Kimberly to her bed...it was a very interesting moment. She didn’t struggle. Without the presence of my knife at her throat...when I told her to move her arms, her legs...she complied. Perhaps, she came to the realization that I was going to rape her...and perhaps, she thought it was best, not to struggle. Perhaps, she had her daughter in mind...complying would keep her safe. Regardless, she was scared...and when she was secured to the frame of her bed...a tear had formed. I was quite pleased.
Standing at the foot of Kimberly’s bed, against the darkness; I absorbed the beauty of her body. Feeling, sensing my eye’s; Kimberly closed her eyes. I spoke in a clear voice. “You’ve been a good girl thus far. For your daughter’s sake...you should continue to be good. I would hate to have to hurt her.”
Without saying another word, I walked into Kimberly’s bathroom and took a long hot shower. After having been cooped up in the attic...a shower was in order. In the process of securing both mother and daughter to their beds...I had been sweating profusely; my body odor was nasty. When I walked out of the bathroom, I was clean and quite naked. Yet, I was still wearing my ski mask. From the bathroom door, Kimberly became aware of my presence...her eyes opened wide...the bathroom light was the indication; Kimberly knew that I was naked.
Standing at the foot of her bed...Kimberly knew what was about to happen. She began to cry...she began to shake her head...it’s as if she was pleading with me, without being able to say a single word. One groan...one moan after another was heard...yet, she wasn’t able to speak a clear word to me. Her body language was simply beautiful...she was in pain. She was straining her body...fighting the bonds; she was breathing very hard. She had no idea that this was part of the enjoyment...
For all I knew...Kimberly had slept in the nude. Yet, something told me...that she chose to sleep in pajama’s. Ultimately, I was right. I came prepared...against her will, I began to cut away her pajama’s. As for Kimberly’s panties...a quick cut here and there; she was naked. Tears were rolling down her face...my persistence paid off, in no time at all, I was able to enjoy the beauty of her naked body. Kimberly’s patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed...I was pleased to learn that she took care of her cunt’s appearance. Sitting on the side of her bed...with my back to her, I began to caress her pubic hair with my finger’s.
I wasn’t in a hurry...time was on my side. I didn’t have to work the next day...in fact, I was planning on taking a long nap. “I’m going to check on Sandy...I don’t want her to think that I’ve forgotten her.” And too, I wanted Kimberly to remember...and so, I got up and walked out of Kimberly’s bedroom. My cock was standing tall...all 6 ½ inches...my balls felt tight; I knew my first orgasm was going to be explosive.
I checked on Sandy. Returning to Kimberly, I said. “Well, if Sandy wasn’t aware...she sure is now.” Kimberly looked confused...her eye’s remained teary. Answering her confusion, I said. “Sandy knows what a man looks like...naked.” Sandy had given up on the struggling act...she remained in place, secured to her bed. I didn’t tell Kimberly, that I had cut away her daughter’s pajama’s. I failed to mention that I had taken a certain liberty, having sucked her daughter’s nipples. I didn’t tell her that her daughter was growing pubic hair...and that I had stuck my middle finger into her young cunt.
Sandy was scared. When I was touching her...her eye’s remained closed. Her body was straining against her bonds. When I placed my middle finger against the opening to her cunt...she was crying. She was indeed, a virgin. I never said a word to her...when my middle finger was deep within her body, I began to stretch my finger in various degrees...all Sandy did, all that she was able to do...was grunt. Parting her cunt’s lips...I was able to locate her little clitoris...it became visible. It’s as if she was panting...no matter the situation, when a woman’s clit is touched in a careful way and manner; she responds. Perhaps Sandy wasn’t aware that in time...she became wet; she became aroused.
Facing Kimberly, with our eye’s locked onto each other, I said. “You realize of course, I’m going to rape you.” Kimberly closed her eye’s tightly. I was standing at the foot of her bed. Kimberly began to tremble when she felt the weight of my body on her bed...I placed myself in a position, that allowed me to enjoy the beauty of her cunt. I lightly began to stroke her pubic hair...I lightly began to stroke the outer folds of her cunt. I have no idea how many times, I heard myself saying; “Your cunt is so beautiful.”
Parting her cunt’s lips...Kimberly’s clitoris became visible. Under duress...she began to respond. In the back of my mind...while having watched and studied her from afar...I was curious about Kimberly’s orgasm. Normally, I never found myself to be curious...typically, all I wanted to do...was fuck an un-willing female. Kimberly for some reason...was different; I viewed her differently. Looking back...I can say with such certainty; I liked her. Of course, this may sound rather strange...coming from a man who had raped her. But, I got to know her from having watched and studied her from afar...she was a loving and sincere woman. I enjoyed being a part of her orgasm.
Yes, Kimberly did respond to my touch...my finger toyed and played with her clit...she felt my tongue...and throughout, I savored the flavor of her body. In hearing her moans against the ball gag, in the ways in which her body responded...yes, I knew without question that she had reached her peak of pleasure. My face was covered with her cunt’s juices...against the bathroom light, her body was covered in sweat.. Her eye’s were opened wide...a very confused expression was seen on her face...I’m sure the last thing she wanted to experience, under this situation...was to feel an orgasm.
I stood on the side of her bed...facing her. Her eye’s were drawn to notice my cock. It was standing straight forward. In a soft voice, I said. “Yes, you’re going to feel my cock in your body.” I so badly wanted to feel her lips around my cock...I wanted to feel the warmth of her throat and yet, I wasn’t going to remove the gag from her mouth. I sat on the side of her bed...I kissed her on the cheek, I licked and nibbled her ears...and then, I focused my attention on her tits.
Kimberly’s nipples were hard...my tongue swirled around each of her nipples...sucking, lightly nibbling...against her gag; she moaned. Her eye’s would be closed...then opened, her body responded in kind gestures...my tongue trailed along her stomach, licking and sucking at her navel. Her body...the sweat of her body was simply wonderful; I was enjoying the moment. When I positioned myself between her legs...she knew what was coming. I never asked her if she was ready...holding my cock in my hand, I guided the head towards her opening; I slipped right inside. Kimberly’s eye’s opened wide...her moans spoke of pleasure and as for myself; I was ready to explode.
I truly felt, that if Kimberly wasn’t secured to her bed...her arms and legs would have wrapped themselves around my body...we would have kissed each other, our tongue’s would have danced together. And yet, Kimberly was unable to do anything...but lay there with her legs spread wide apart...her arms were held above her head. Her eye’s spoke to me...she was feeling the sensation of sexual pleasure. I rocked my body in a consistent way, I was enjoying the moment, the pleasure was intoxicating. My moans were clearly heard...and I’m sure that Kimberly was aware that I was close to reaching my orgasm. I was pounding her body...and when I reached my orgasm...I knew that I had filled her to the brink with my cum.
Though I didn’t want to pull out...eventually, I did. My cock was glistening against the light of the bathroom...Kimberly’s cunt juices were visible. She was breathing hard...I was standing at the foot of the bed. Her eye’s were wide opened. I was looking directly at her cunt...my cum began to slowly seep out. “What a beautiful sight.” I heard myself saying.
Without thinking twice...I quickly placed myself between Kimberly’s legs. Using my mouth and tongue...I began to savor the flavor of her cunt, inter-mixed with the flavor of my sperm. Kimberly responded...her body began to tremble...her body strained, she raised her hips from off the bed...perhaps against her will; she again reached an orgasm. I was very pleased.
I didn’t say anything to her...instead, I simply walked out of the bedroom. I checked in on Sandy. Standing at the entrance to her bedroom...having glanced at me, with her eye’s remaining wide open...the look of fear was still present. I left her alone. I went downstairs and found a soda in the fridge...I turned the television on. I spent a half hour watching television, while enjoying the softness of Kimberly’s leather recliner. When I was about to go upstairs...I remembered the money that I had seen in Kimberly’s kitchen. As expected...it was till there. In my mind...there was a price to pay for sexual pleasure. Kimberly’s orgasm...though priceless, still, it had cost her $240. I was very pleased.
I sat on the side of Sandy’s bed...my middle finger was in the process of fucking her tight cunt. Without looking into her eye’s, I said. “Your mother has been very good girl...she cares about you; she loves you.” Sandy’s body remained rigid...I could tell that she was breathing heavy...against her gag; she was panting. I never tasted her body...I didn’t fuck her. Yet, I made sure that she had felt my finger. I reached between her thighs...her ass cheeks and found her small anal opening. Sandy cried in earnest and yet, it was important to me...I did in fact, drive my finger deep within her rectum. I wasn’t surprised to notice, to feel; my cock had become erect.
I’m not sure if Sandy knew the meaning of my message...perhaps she did. I simply stood at the foot of her bed and said. “I’m going to go fuck your mother’s asshole.” And with those words being said...I simply left her alone in her bedroom. I knew that she was crying.
Returning to Kimberly, I said. “Your daughter is fine.” When I first entered her bedroom, Kimberly’s eye’s opened wide. Instantly, her body strained against her bonds. A sense of relief was registered on her face when I mentioned her daughter’s safety. I then said in a clear voice. “I have one other desire...and we can pursue this in an easy way...or in a hard way. Either way...it doesn’t matter to me. But, I’m going to fuck your asshole.” Kimberly’s face became very concerned...perhaps she couldn’t help herself; she stared at my erection.
I then explained to Kimberly, that I was going to untie her from her bonds. “You’re going to turn yourself over onto your stomach...I’m then going to secure you to your bed. If you chose to be naughty in any way...I’ll punish you. I’ll punish you by fucking Sandy.” I allowed a moment to pass...the concern and fear on Kimberly face was sincere. I then said. “You have a choice to make...make the right choice.”
Kimberly chose right...when she was free from her bonds...she eventually turned her body over; she was lying on her stomach. It didn’t take much time at all; I secured her to the frame of her bed. I sat on the side of her bed...normally, I would have just attacked...taken what I wanted. Again, for some reason...I was led to touch, to caress Kimberly’s back. It’s as if I wanted to place her at ease. In time, her breathing had settled down...her face was turned away from me...resting comfortably in her pillow. “Kimberly,” I said. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
My question caused her to cry. Aside from caressing her back...I noticed the contour of Kimberly’s ass. Her ass was...incredibly beautiful. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Even though Kimberly’s ball gag was in place...her scream was heard. Having used my strength, having raised my arm high into the air...I wanted Kimberly to answer my question. And so, I heard myself repeating the question. “Kimberly, I expect an answer from you. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
It took a few moments...perhaps, she had never been spanked before...at least, not in her adult life. She shook her head no. I wasn’t surprised to have learned this...yet, in my mind, I quickly came to the realization that I was going to be her first. A lasting impression was going to be left behind...and truthfully speaking, a rape should be remembered. I then focused my attention on her ass...against the light, my hand print was visible. A slight pink rose up from her ass cheeks...Kimberly continued to cry as I went through the motions of preparing myself for my journey to pleasure. I took great strides in trying to make her relax...I began to caress her ass cheeks, I began to trace the length of her ass crack with my fingers.
Her ass cheeks were tight...soft and smooth. Kimberly’s body tensed up when she felt my kisses...when she felt my tongue tracing the crack of her ass. I inhaled...enjoying the fragrance, the splendor of her ass. Kimberly shivered, she began to tremble when my finger’s touched her small opening...I quickly brought myself between her legs. Kneeling between her legs...gripping her ass cheeks with my hands...I opened her up and I was able to see her small opening. “You have an incredible ass Kimberly.” Quite true, I was in fact, stating a truth.
Kimberly fought...she struggled against her bonds...I came very close to spanking her and yet, I knew that this was a first for her...a new experience. I was kind and allowed her the time, she must have realized that fighting me, was in fact...useless. My tongue became very active...probing it’s way into her rectum...enjoying the flavor of her small dark opening. Her ass was sweaty...a musky flavor was tasted...as I applied my salvia to her asshole; my cock was straining to get involved.
Using one hand, I parted Kimberly’s ass cheeks...using my other hand, I guided the head of my cock up to and against her small opening. I chose not to use any lubrication...less, my saliva. She cried against her gag...in fact, she screamed. I was determined...why else would I have gone through all this trouble. And so, I began to push the weight of my body against hers...and eventually, the head of my cock began to make it’s grand entrance. Using my waist...slight back and forth motion and in no time at all, I had broken through her virginal opening. I was very pleased.
With my cock resting in Kimberly’s ass...I laid my body down against hers. Kimberly was whimpering and I couldn’t blame her for doing so...as for myself, I’ve never had a cock in my ass. I gave her time to settle down...with my body weight upon her, she stopped struggling against the bonds. I wanted her to become accustomed to having my cock in her ass. Kimberly continued to whimper into her pillow...I reached around and under her body...I was somewhat surprised; her nipples were erect and hard. When I slithered my hand down below her navel, I felt a certain wetness. Kimberly’s cunt was extremely wet. There was only one reason for her wetness...Kimberly was aroused. I whispered in her ear, “Your ass feels wonderful...I promise, I won’t be rough.”
I then began to thrust my cock in and out of Kimberly’s ass...my approach was slow and yet, deliberate. In a careful and loving manner, aside from the fact that I was raping her anal opening...in my heart and mind, I didn’t want to harm her. My head was spinning in pleasure...I was able to watch my cock, as it left and then returned to Kimberly’s rectum. It was a beautiful sight. Kimberly continued to grunt against her gag...her head was buried deep in her pillow...my impending orgasm was nearing itself.
“I’m going to fill your ass up with my cum.” I was pumping my cock hard into her ass...it could be said; I was pounding her body with my own body. Perhaps Kimberly knew that my orgasm was fast approaching...in a slight manner of speaking; she lifted her waist up, as if to greet my cock. Our bodies were covered with sweat and when I erupted, my pleasure could have, should have...woken up the neighbor’s. The incredible pleasure that flowed through my body...a moment passed and I wondered if Sandy had heard my cry of pleasure.
When I pulled out of Kimberly’s ass...I quickly placed myself onto my knees, between her opened legs. “That’s it...push it out.” Kimberly’s ass was still slightly raised...her dark puckered hole was simply beautiful to look at.
My sperm began it’s journey...it began to slowly ooze out of Kimberly’s asshole. Not wishing to let the moment go by...I quickly began to savor the flavor. Grasping her ass in a firm grip...parting her asshole...with my lips glued to her anal opening; I sucked everything that was given to me. Kimberly wasn’t struggling or fighting against her bonds...she wasn’t whimpering...through her gag, I heard her moans of pleasure. I truly believe this...though it may have been painful, to a degree that is...Kimberly learned something about her sexuality.
When I had sucked her asshole dry...I sat beside her on the bed. With her head facing me, I quietly asked her if she would like to feel another orgasm? A moment or two went by, then in a slight gesture...she nodded her head in a “yes” motion. I kissed the side of her face...the flavor of our bodies juices were still lingering in my mouth. I would have enjoyed kissing her...sharing this flavor with her. Yet, I wasn’t going to remove the ball gag from her mouth.
Kimberly was released once again from her bonds. On her back, when I instructed her to raise her arms over her head...she nodded her head. Her eye’s were soft...filled with such emotion; her body language was alive and well. On her own will, she parted her legs wide apart...she brought her knees up...still, she was nodding her head. And so, for whatever reason...I allowed myself to trust her. Without securing her to her bed...I knelt between her legs and immediately, my face became glued to her crotch.
The sexual energy that was felt...was intoxicating. Kimberly was very aroused and as my tongue found her clit...as my tongue began to circle her clit; her moans of pleasure were heard. She reached out...without being distracted, I felt her hands on my head; on my ski mask. I hesitated...but for a moment, she never attempted to remove it from my head. A moment later, I felt her hands, her fingernails on my back...she had propped herself up...it’s as if she was encouraging herself, encouraging me...to enjoy the moment. I took great strides...and again, I was enjoying the flavor of Kimberly’s cunt. Kimberly began to push my head into her crotch...against the ball gag...her moans were becoming increasingly loud; my tongue remained active.
Kimberly’s orgasm was electrifying. Lifting my head from between her legs...I noticed that her breathing was heavy. She was staring straight into my eye’s...she pointed to her gag, as if she was asking me to release her. I reached behind her head...a moment later, the ball gag was removed. I stood by her bed...with the ball gag in my hand...for what seemed like a long moment, not a word was spoken. Suddenly, I heard Kimberly ask, “You didn’t harm my daughter?”
I replied by saying, “No, I didn’t harm her...she’s safe.”
Kimberly remained in bed...on her back. Now however, her legs were crossed...as if she was aware of her nakedness, she did her best, in trying to cover herself up. I just stood there...holding a ball gag in my hand. “Why...why did you rape me?”
I was never asked that question before...and it took a moment, for me to find the right words. “I saw you in the grocery store...by the way, your daughter is a brat.”
Before I could say anything, I noticed a feint smile forming on Kimberly’s face. “She’s not truly a brat...but yes, she is spoiled.”
I bent down and reaching into my bag, I pulled out a wooden paddle. Showing it to Kimberly, I said. “You should probably start using this.” I tossed the paddle on her bed...Kimberly allowed her eye’s to rest upon it. Looking back into my direction, she said. “That’s why you raped me...to give me a paddle so that I can spank my daughter?”
It was a very awkward moment. “No, that’s not the reason I’m here. I think your gorgeous...whether you know it or not, whether you believe me or not...I just think that you’re a beautiful woman.”
“You couldn’t have asked me out on a date? Instead, you felt it was necessary to rape me?” A tear had formed at the corner of Kimberly’s eyes. Standing before her, looking directly into her eye’s, I said. “Yes, it was necessary.”
“Your daughter is secured to her bed...just as you were. She’s naked...untouched, still a virgin.” I walked into Kimberly’s bedroom and picked up my clothes. Kimberly could have ran, she could have screamed out...instead, she remained on her bed; she remained quiet. “Who knows for how long...ever since your divorce, you’ve been feeling sorry for yourself.” A very confused look came across her face. “We’ve met before Kimberly...and yes, I did ask you out. You turned me down. I didn’t rape you because you turned me down...I chose to rape you, because...I’ve always wanted you. And when I saw you again...so many emotions filled my mind.” In a soft voice, I then said. “Since meeting you...on that day; I fell in love with you.”
I then began to dress. I slipped quietly out from Kimberly’s home...walking straight to my car...I then proceeded to drive to my home. Kimberly was sobbing when I had left...I’m not sure of her state of mind. I wasn’t expecting to give her any “leads” as to my identity...but it was true, a long time ago, we had met in a social gathering. She was breathtakingly beautiful then...she remains to be today. I’m sure her mind was traveling in circles...trying to find the name, of the man who had asked her out on a date.
I was never called to investigate a rape...