From jadesatyr@aol.com Thu Sep 04 01:42:43 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW: "Lorelei" by JadeSatyr (m/f, nc) 1/2
From: jadesatyr@aol.com (JadeSatyr)
Date: 4 Sep 1997 05:42:43 GMT
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*********************** READERS, PLEASE BE FOREWARNED! !****************
The following story contains a fictional account of graphic non-consenting
sexual activity between two adults. If you are under 18 or if you are
easily offended, do not read any further. All rights reserved.
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Lorelei
by
JadeSatyr
(Part One)
"Look," she stammered, "We...we never meant anything like this to happen."
I remained silent. "Y-you CAN’T say anything about this to anybody, you
understand?" she added frantically, her voice quavering. Still no reply
from me. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?" she shrieked. I had to laugh at
that point. I could hear her on the verge of tears, and I knew that by the
time I ended this phone call, Lorelei would be reduced to nothing more than
a devastated husk of a young woman. I personally could not give a flying
fuck...
It was just a matter of time before the Grand Cosmic Equalizer trained his
lightning bolts on Lorelei Chung. I was just glad that I could be the
architect of her demise. I do admit she was (and still is, I suppose) a
knockout. Nineteen years old, stunningly attractive, an athletic
supermodel build - and a silver spoon wedged firmly up her picture perfect ass.
Lorelei had the serendipity to be jettisoned from the womb of a former
Miss California who happened to have long ago captured the eye of one of
San Francisco’s biggest shipping magnates. The elder Sonny Chung was a
brilliant but ruthless financier who shamelessly manipulated everyone with
whom he came into contact. His precious Lorelei took after Daddy with
frightening similarity. She was equally accustomed to always getting her
way, and a juicy trust fund always helped grease the way for her whims.
Nevertheless, no one - not even darling little Lorelei - is bullet proof.
What amazes me is that I became entwined in this whole ordeal at all.
Don’t get me wrong. In retrospect, I certainly enjoyed the experience.
I like to bike in the very early morning, and I’m usually finishing up
just as the sun rises. I happened to be exploring one of the Bay Area’s
more affluent areas when I came across two men and a young women at the
bottom of a steep incline. They were gathered in front of a red Jaguar,
and the two young men had just unearthed a stop sign. The girl was sitting
on the hood giggling and taking occasional pulls from a large bottle. They
were obviously either drunk or coked up - or both.
I skidded to a halt beside the Jag, and cried out, "What the hell do you
think you’re doing?!?" "Fuck you, asshole!" laughed the attractive young
woman, startling me with her blunt coarseness. The larger of the two guys
approached me. "Guys, that is not cool. Put that back." I demanded.
Suddenly, the larger guy grabbed me by the front of my shirt. "Why don’t
you get the fuck out of here, spic?" he growled. Enraged, I was preparing
to give this polo boy a haymaker across his filthy mouth - maybe perhaps
wash it out with his own blood - when suddenly my world exploded in pain.
I fell back against the Jaguar and rolled to the ground as I was suddenly
showered with various small objects. I vaguely heard a shrill, "You
fucking asswipe!! Pick up my shit!" I frantically grabbed at the ground
to right myself and felt my hand close around something small and stiff. I
crawled away, dizzy and nauseous, blood running down my face and into my
eyes. I heard "Here’s your Big Wheel shithead!" a moment before I felt my
bike come crashing down onto my back as I crawled towards the other side of
the road. I blacked out.
When I came to, the three were gone. I got on my bike and made the 6 mile
trek back to my apartment. I realized halfway back that I had still been
clutching the small object. It was a California drivers license for a
Lorelei Chung. I thought about filing a police report, but I was too
shaken up. I washed the cut on my noggin, and gingerly touched the growing
goose egg. I was asleep in minutes.
I woke up vomiting and barely summoned my landlady in the lower flat.
Mrs. Stenson called 911, and I ended up spending 3 days in the trauma ward
for a surface brain hemorrhage. When I came to, I felt like my skull had
exploded inward. My doctor told me that I was lucky I even woke up. There
was probably no permanent damage. Probably. I found out much later that
dear little Lorelei had cracked me on my skull with a magnum of champagne
while my back had been turned.
When I was released, I went to my flat and looked in the mirror. I was
absolutely pathetic. Black eyes and a partially shaved head where they had
to perform an emergency craniotomy. Fucking beautiful. Mrs. Stenson had
collected my daily papers on my kitchen table, and I figured I would catch
up on the last four days. I scanned the headline of one of the earlier
editions: "Sign Prank Claims the Lives of Mother and Children." I did a
double take.
Sure enough, there photo of the accident scene. A light colored early
model Hyundai was wrapped around the front of a garbage truck. My heart
jolted. I knew that intersection. Suddenly my mouth went dry as the
reality of the situation sunk in. I dashed to my room and snatched the
license I had recovered. Lorelei Chung.
I read the article five times. The perpetrators had not been apprehended.
The police were baffled. The distraught father was offering a $10,000
reward - more than he could ever possibly afford. As my recall of the past
few days rushed in with crystal clarity, I became violently enraged. I
looked at Lorelei’s photo again, at that arrogant smirk, and slowly broke
out into a diabolical smile of my own. Miss Bullet Proof was going to pay
dearly. And, this time, it would be on my terms.
I waited a month. I needed time to recover and time to formulate my
master plan. All this time I was on edge hoping that she would not be
apprehended before I could exact my revenge. I felt guilty about that,
especially when I thought about the father who had lost his family of
three. Yet, being a fellow male of the species, I’m sure he would
understand my motives.
I work for the State of California, so I was able to get access to some
driving records with the help of a buddy at the DMV. "Looks like your
little prima donna has a delinquent streak," my friend Ted noted. "Funny,
though. All these tickets, including the numerous handicapped parking
violation citations, have been dropped. Funny.." he added. I wasn’t
laughing. Nevertheless, I obtained a veritable treasure chest of vital
information on Lorelei - including a direct "teen" line. I couldn’t
believe my sudden reversal of fortune. It was time to put my plan into action.
"Yeah?"
"Hello Lorelei. I can almost hear the sneer in your prissy little voice."
"Who the fuck is this?!? Is that you, Brad?"
"Brad? Is he some fellow trust fund brat whose cock you are currently
sucking - or at least teasing?"
"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!"
She hung up. I waited a few minutes and called back.
"Listen creep, I’ve got call waiting, and I have your number. You’ll hear
from the police real soon."
"What did you do with the stop sign, Lorelei?"
(Long silence on the other end)
"In Shakespeare’s time, my dear Lorelei, playing dumb on the stand implied
clear guilt."
"Who are you?"
"Someone you’re going to get to know REAL well very soon, bitch. I’m
going to call you back in a moment so sit tight, whore. Especially if you
want to avoid prison. "
This time I hung up. After a few minutes, I called her back from another
payphone. I wasn’t foolish enough to use my own phone.
"Hello?" (in a timid voice)
"That’s more like it, bitch. I like to hear a little courtesy over the
phone. After all, you’re talking to a grown man, you know."
"What do you want?"
"We are going to arrange a little get together, whore, to discuss your
little predicament. To talk in your Daddy’s business terms, ‘we’ll
brainstorm possible solutions.’"
"I’M NOT A WHORE YOU BASTARD!!" She was on the verge of crying.
"Now, now, Lorelei. I know you have a reputation for temper tantrums, but
we must keep this discussion civil. That is, if you do not want the police
involved. Whore."
"Who are you?" (her voice quavering)
"Just some nameless, faceless John Doe among the dirty, ignorant masses,
bitch. Who I am is really irrelevant. The extent to which you’re willing
to cooperate with me is the real issue, slut."
"What do you want from me?"
"I’m going to give you an address, bitch, and I’m only going to say it
once. I suggest you write it down. I want you to be there in one hour or
all bets are off. I WILL go to the police, and I WILL turn your sorry
little prima donna ass in. The dykes up at the correctional center will
have a wonderful time strapping on their plunger handles and servicing that
high society ass of yours. You could, however, do things my way and avoid
that less than pleasant set of circumstances. Now listen up, bitch, and
take good notes like a good Girl Friday."
I quickly gave explicit directions. To her credit, she listened intently
without interrupting. This was, of course, the wise thing to do.
"There, whore, that wasn’t too hard, was it?"
"Look. We...we never meant anything like this to happen."
(Silence on my end)
"Y-you CAN’T say anything about this to anybody, you understand?"
(Still no reply from me.)
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?"
(Lightly chuckling) "Just do as I say, whore, and be there on time - or
else. Oh, and wear something sexy. You’ve got some nice stems, and I want
to see that cute little ass of yours better. Get all dolled up for the
real Big Boss Daddy Man, you hear? I’d like to continue our jovial
dialogue, but my watch indicates you now have exactly fifty-four minutes to
comply. Therefore,...GET MOVING, BITCH!!"
I slammed down the payphone headset with vigor. I already felt the
clockwise stirring in my pants. This was going to be fun.
I arrived at the isolated motel well in advance, and hid in the vending
area near the "chosen" motel room. As the deadline approached, I heard two
sets of footsteps gingerly approaching the room. I was not so naive to
think that Lorelei would come alone. I peeked around the corner and saw
her accompanied by the same large guy that had accosted me on my bike that
fateful day. I found myself grinning like a schoolboy, obviously enjoying
this very much. Lorelei knocked on the door while Brad (I heard her
address him by this) slinked to the side, ready to ambush whoever answered
the door. Silly kids.
I came up behind Brad with startling speed, and he gave a frantic
"Whuuhh.." as he turned to face me. I shot off the Mace point blank in his
chiseled, soap opera face and he bellowed in pain before collapsing onto
the ground clutching his eyes. Lorelei shrieked and ran towards me. I
deftly brandished my nightstick and gave her a quick jab to the solar
plexus with its blunt end. I heard a satisfying "WOOOOOFFFF" as she too
collapsed onto the ground retching, her eyes filling with tears.
I turned to Brad who was still writhing on the pavement of the driveway.
"By the way, Richie Rich," I sneered, " I’m not a spic. I’m a wop. Get it
right!" I accentuated my point with a vigorous field goal kick that
connected squarely with Brad’s testicles. It made a gratifying dull thud,
and Brad uttered a shrill, piercing scream that probably perked up the ears
of every canine in the neighborhood. I didn’t want him attracting too much
attention, though, so I gave him a good solid crack behind his ear with the
nightstick. He was out cold. I kicked him again in the kidneys for good
measure.
I spun around to Lorelei and grabbed her roughly by her upper arm. "Nice
try, bitch!" I growled. "Let’s get moving!" I dragged her to my rented
cargo van parked nearby (I don’t own a car) and threw her into the back.
She struggled with me as I shut the door after following her inside. I
slapped her squarely across the face and grabbed her by the hair, holding
her close to my face, "Listen, bitch. You had better learn some manners
and cooperate or I will mess you up bad." I threatened. "I suggest you take
note of what I just did to Biff back there, whore. Now put out your
wrists," I commanded. Still in shock, she complied.
I quickly wrapped several layers of gray duct tape around them and then
did the same with her ankles. "P-Please, mister, " she stammered, "I’ll
do what you want, just leave me alone." I stared at her. "I can pay you
right now to let me go," she whimpered, "I’ve got $4000 cash on me." I
gazed over her long, athletic, olive-toned legs and her beautifully flaring
hips. She definitely took after her mother. I ran my hand over one
well-muscled calf and moved it upward towards her taut, inner thigh. I
suddenly found myself growing a raging erection. Speaking thickly, I
sealed her fate with my words: "All bets are off, bitch."
I strapped a section of duct tape over her full, curvy mouth and threw a
dark pillow case over her head. Climbing into the front seat, I fired up
the starter and the V6 roared into life. I lurched out of the parking lot
onto the freeway and Lorelei was flung to the rear of the van. I was
treated to a satisfying hollow "thunk" as she clocked her head on the hump
of the wheel well housing. I laughed for several minutes. Sometimes, for
fleeting moments at least, life does indeed resemble B-movie scripts.
I drove for about an hour until I reached the posh resort where I had had
a friend rent a private, isolated one room cabin for me. Only the best for
Lorelei. I had spent a good part of the afternoon preparing the room so
that it would be practically impossible to identify. There were no items
which could reveal the location of the resort, and all of the windows had
been securely shuttered and covered over.
I parked in the back, and opened the back doors. She let out a muffled
squeal as I tore off the adhesive wrapped around her ankles. I led her
out of the van, and into the room, securely fastening the locks. I threw
her on the queen sized bed and yanked off the pillow case.
Her eyes were wide with fear or anger - probably both. I snickered,
pinched a corner the tape covering her mouth, and swiftly ripped it off.
"OOOOUUUHHHH!" she gasped. "Welcome to my stately pleasure dome, Lorelei,"
I gibed. Pointing to the nightstand, I added, "Please have some water.
Anxiety gives one a dry mouth, you know." Glaring at me, she reached for
the cup. "Wait!" I snapped. I got within inches of her face and clicked
open the switchblade. Lorelei turned an ashen color and began hitching for
breath. I quickly lowered the knife and neatly cut the tape off of her
wrists. I sat back and she frantically snatched the cup of water and
slurped it down, never taking her eyes off of me.
"What do you want?" she asked softly after she had recovered. "You’re a
very attractive young lady, Lorelei," I answered, "Such a waste to have to
spend your prime years in a women’s prison." "I never touched that sign,
mister!" she blurted out, "I don’t have a thing to worry about, goddamn
you!" I broke into a wide smile and shook my head. "Au contraire, my
young nympho, you would certainly be an accessory to murder. That’s worth
at least 6 years in this state. Besides, I’m sure you have been following
the public’s outcry over this incident very closely. You KILLED three
people, for Christ’s sake!!! You and your rich brat friends!! Do you think
a judge - or anybody for that matter - would have much sympathy for a stuck
up, snotty coke-whore like you?!?"
I realized I had been yelling, and I became silent. She scowled at me,
but I could see tears brimming up in her eyes. "You don’t want to go to
prison, do you?" I said very softly, "It would ruin your life." Lorelei
shook her head and I saw the first of a line of tears streaking down her
face. "Now...are you ready to cooperate with me?" I said soothingly. She
slowly and tearfully nodded her assent. "Now that’s my little Lorelei!" I
replied gaily.
I first had her do a striptease for me. To my surprise, she had followed
my directions and had dressed seductively. I had her kick off her heels
and unbutton her fashionably white polyester blouse. She only had to
unclasp the last few, because she wore her top halfway unbuttoned anyway,
as was the current style. Her dark almond-shaped eyes still misty with
tears, she looked balefully at me as her long, piano player fingers undid
the final button. "That’s it, baby, wriggle out of the Uma Thurman digs
and let me see your perky little titties, slut." I was enjoying this
immensely.
She cast back her long, silky jet black hair and shucked off her top. Her
small, firm breasts were straining within a black lace brassiere. I could
make out the dark brown Oriental areolas capped by two pert little nipples.
The pressure on my cock was becoming unbearable. She had attached a
thick envelope to her side which she carefully removed. As it struck the
ground it opened, spilling several c-notes all over the floor. I almost
drooled. First supermodel sex, now hard currency. What soul-broker had my
soul?
She hesitated, apparently thinking that I might be content with the cash.
I wasn’t. "You heard me before, slut. Off with the skirt!" I snapped. My
breathing began to grow ragged as she slowly unzipped her black vinyl
miniskirt and deftly stepped out of it. Her lips parted slightly, and the
tears began to well up again as she placed her hands on her across her
chest protectively. "C’mon wench," I ordered, "Let’s see those tits and
that trim little snatch of yours. I don’t have all night, you know."
"Puh....P-Pleeeeese, mister!" she whimpered, "Don’t make me do this."
"Tough luck, bitch." I sneered, "You’re mine tonight whether you like it
or not. Go ahead and squirt a few, but it won’t do you any good. Now
let’s get going..."
She reluctantly unclasped the bra and let it drop, her eyes shooting
daggers at me. Transfixed on her maddeningly perfect tits, I hissed and
licked my lips. She hooked her long fingers underneath the elastic of her
panties and slowly drew them down over her hips. I got my first glimpse of
her neatly trimmed, bikini-waxed mound and I could faintly make out the
protective outer folds of her labia still stuck together. My heart raced,
and I unconsciously began to rub my aching cock.
She let the panties drop and stood there in front of me. Those impossibly
long, coltish legs ended in two well-tanned and flawlessly proportioned
thighs. Her Asian features gave her a slender build with small yet full
breasts, and a slight inward curving on the inside of her thighs where they
met her crotch. She had her mother’s stature and muscle tone along with
full, pouting lips to accompany her large, wide eyes and aquiline nose. I
thought of how good it was going to feel to sheath my cock deep inside her
taut little snatch. The thought made me dizzy and dry-mouthed.
I ordered Lorelei to lay on the bed, spread those supermodel legs for me,
and play with herself while I undressed. She seemed to have resigned
herself to her fate, because she numbly complied. She closed her eyes and
rubbed her hands along her pert breasts, squeezing and kneading them while
giving a rather disingenuous moan of "pleasure." Her left hand ran a
circle around her midriff and then fell to her pussy. She cupped her
raven-colored mound and slid a finger up and down her labial folds. I had
quickly disrobed and I was stroking my engorged, throbbing member.
I let her play with herself a while longer and savored my fantasy come
true. It actually became difficult to discern whether or not she was
really faking, but she opened her eyes in sudden shock as I placed both of
my hands on the sides her hips. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" and her
large eyes widened as she caught sight of my tumescent member. I pulled
her hips towards me to the edge of the bed, and her mound brushed up
against my rigid cock. The sudden sensation of her warm, slightly moist
mound against the underside of my rigid cock almost made my shoot my jizz
right there. I took a step back and ordered her to lay back and grab the
headboard, and she stretched her long, slender arms to reach it, her tears
running dark with mascara.
I kneeled down at the edge of the bed and stared lustfully at the sight
before me. Lorelei’s long, muscular legs were slightly spread revealing
the puffy folds of her engorged labia nestled within the damp, matted pubic
hair. I could make out the small, taut nubbin of her clitoris where those
moist, magenta creases converged. I cupped the underside of her buttocks
and placed my thumbs on the inside of her thighs further spreading apart
those gazelle-like legs. My face only inches away from her pussy, I caught
a whiff of her slightly musky feminine scent, and lost all control.
I buried my face into her cunt and forcefully darted my tongue into the
delicate furrows of her inner and outer lips. Lorelei squealed and brought
her hands down in a vain attempt to push my head away. I relentlessly
stepped up my forceful tonguing and used my hands to draw her even closer
to me. She had a pleasantly zesty almost ambrosial flavor, and I greedily
bore down on her hypersensitive pussy lips. She grabbed the sides of the
bed and began to unconsciously buck her hips into my face. I forced her
legs aside with my shoulders and continued my unmerciful assault on her
tender tissues, grasping and pulling at her delicate labia with my tongue
and mouth.
Lorelei’s whimpers turned into gasping sobs. She begged me to stop
several times, but her body began to respond whether she wanted it to or
not. I felt her buttock muscles tighten in my hands, and I saw her
washboard abs begin to ripple. I deftly moved one hand to her perineum and
began to vigorously massage it with my thumb. Lorelei raised up and
grabbed my head in a death grip and she began to shudder violently from an
uncontrollable orgasm. She shrieked out loud, her face turning into a
sweaty rictus of pain and pleasure, as the tremors coursed through her
body. I felt the tight ring of her vagina entrance twitch against my still
moving mouth and tongue. A slick layer of perspiration had formed beneath
my hands, and I looked up to see her entire torso glossy with a sheen of
sweat.
A final spasm racked Lorelei’s body and she collapsed backwards, her chest
heaving and her breaths coming in loud, ragged gasps. She lay back on the
bed spread-eagled and slick with perspiration. Wiping my mouth, I stepped
back to get a better view of her raw, ruby-red pussy lips, spread wide open
and glistening with the juices of our lust.
As the reality of the situation apparently sunk in, Lorelei suddenly
jerked her head up, her cheeks flushed crimson, and gathered the sheets
around her as she hissed, "Y-you BASTARD!!!" I smirked. "Now, now, my
little hussy. This is certainly no time to be modest!" She clutched the
sheets more tightly as I approached and she scooted backwards against the
headboard. Inflamed with ardor, I yanked the sheets away from her with
ease, grabbed her by her forearm, and flung her forward towards the foot of
the bed. Crying out, she landed face first on her belly almost falling off
the edge.
I moved deftly behind her on the bed and encircled her waist tightly with
my arms as she got to her knees, my turgid cock rubbing painfully against
the inside of one of those celestial thighs. "It’s time you got a good,
hard horsefucking, Lorelei. " I snarled in her ear, "I’m gonna enjoy
fucking your hot little body, baby." She struggled, clawing at my arms and
screeched, "NO!! DON’T YOU TOUCH ME ANYMORE!!" I quickly ran one hand up
to her chin and violently jerked her head back. She stopped.
"Listen, whore," I hissed menacingly, "You are going to do as I say, and
nothing more!! You are my ‘comfort woman’ for tonight, so you had just
better learn to take this like a real lady!!" Lorelei trembled but ceased
her struggles. I looked straight ahead and saw our reflection in the
mirror above the hotel dresser, and Lorelei’s gorgeous eyes were wide open
in shocked resignation. "That’s better." I sneered. I quickly went to work.
Turning her head towards me, I covered that full, curvy mouth with mine
while my other hand snaked down to massage her firm, tan little belly. I
ran my nails in circular motions along the surface, stopping once to probe
and gently tug at her flawless navel with my finger. I squirmed my hips so
my rock hard cock plunged between her athletic thighs, and I could feel her
moist pubic hair brushing up against the top of my shaft. I licked her
neck and ran my tongue up along her chin. Cupping a breast, I began to
knead and squeeze her pert little titties. I slowly began to pinch and
twist her rock-hard pinkish-brown nipples. Lorelei uttered a sudden gasp.
I smiled.
"You’re starting to get into this aren’t you, you little nymphet? I’m
beginning to think you’re actually enjoying this." "F-f-fuck YOU!!" she
screeched, her voice cracked with emotion. "Why, Lorelei, " I growled,
suddenly grabbing her hips, "What an excellent suggestion!" My cock
throbbed between her legs as I shoved her forward, placing her in prime
position for penetration. "NOOOOOOO!!!" she wailed as I pressed my aching
erection against her moist, hypersensitive cuntal opening.
I could feel the pulsing heat on my glans, and my cock stiffened further,
lurching upward and spreading apart her inner labia. I ground my hips
forward and felt that delightful sensation as her vaginal opening finally
gave way to encircle the throbbing head of my penis. I uttered a low moan
as I steadied myself inside of her. I didn’t want to cum just yet, and I
was precariously close to shooting my wad.
I took long, full breaths and the wave of pleasure that was threatening to
take me over the edge subsided. "Oooooooohhhh, yeahhh, BABY!!" I grunted.
"You feel niiiiicccce and tight!!!" Still nestled within the entrance to
her vagina, I drew her closer to me and began to penetrate her more deeply.
Lorelei’s large eyes fluttered open in shock and I abruptly felt a
resistance. "Well, well," I gasped, my heart beating rapidly, "I get to
bust Lorelei’s precious little cherry!" Delighted, I added, "I’m gonna
really enjoy breaking you in, baby! I’m gonna show you a real man..."
Clutching the edge of the bed, Lorelei was staring at me through the
reflection of the mirror, her lips curled in a snarl and her eyes beaming
with murderous hate. "I fucking HATE YOU!!" she roared. Tightening my
grip on her hips, I retorted, "I hate ya, too, baby, but I LOOOOOVVVVE TO
FUCK YA!!" As I gave my triumphant cry, I squared my shoulders and thrust
sharply forward into Lorelei, bursting through her hymen and worming my
fat, bulging cock deep inside of the unexplored frontiers of her womanhood.
(Continued in Part Two)
From jadesatyr@aol.com Thu Sep 04 01:45:56 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW: "Lorelei" by JadeSatyr (m/f, nc) 2/2
From: jadesatyr@aol.com (JadeSatyr)
Date: 4 Sep 1997 05:45:56 GMT
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********************* READERS, PLEASE BE FOREWARNED!! *****************
The following story contains a fictional account of graphic non-consenting
sexual activity between two adults. If you are under 18 or if you are
easily offended, do not read any further. All rights reserved.
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Lorelei
by
JadeSatyr
(Part Two)
Lorelei’s baleful snarl immediately became a flushed look of shock and
pain. She yelped at my sudden intromission, and she clenched her eyes shut
and grimaced as she felt the sharp intrusion of my cock followed by the
burning sensation of her ruptured hymen. I moved slowly inside of her, my
breathing becoming more rapid, and I basked in the delirious sensations as
her tight, virgin pussy gripped my cock with a wondrously wet friction.
I could feel the pulse of her heartbeat as her hot, tight box contracted
around my engorged manhood. I licked the sweat off of my upper lip and
sneered at Lorelei. "How does it feel to have a nice, fat working-class
babymaker deep inside of your high society belly, bitch?!?" She tried to
respond, but her breath had become hitched and ragged. She gripped the
covers of the bed and winced.
I heard a sudden "NNNGGGGGGMMMMMMMPPPHHH...." as she began to shudder at
the feeling of my penetration. I shifted slightly until I could feel my
bloated balls resting against her bulging labia. I could tell that she was
desperately trying to get comfortable with this abrupt invasion, this
strange new feeling of engorgement. To my delight, her pussy muscles
protested and spasmed at the unwanted intrusion, further massaging my
rigid, unyielding cock. She continued to gasp for breath and grunt as she
was forced to accommodate the sudden fullness of my still thickening member.
I began to slowly move in and out of her, taking long, full strokes which
drew whimpering cries from Lorelei. I short humped her for several strokes
and then thrust my aching rod inside and upward into her still-resisting
vagina. Lorelei squealed as I bumped into her cervix for the first time.
She uttered a long, continual guttural cry as I held my cock in place and
ground it against her cervix using short, upward-thrusting motions. I
could actually feel my cockhead pressing apart the entrance to her womb,
and the sensation started to instinctively bring me to orgasm.
"Hold still, now, baby..." I hissed raggedly, "I’m getting ready to fill
that tightly little pussy of yours with a nice hot load of my sticky cum."
Her face lit up in alarm, Lorelei suddenly tried to jerk away from me as if
to cast me out of her. But I held onto her waist in a death grip and
forcefully drew her back towards me, further spearing her on my rod.
"NOOOOOO!!" she shrieked, but her eyes already had the look of defeated
resignation. "Oh yes," I followed," Yesssssssss....this is gonna feel
sooooo gooooood baby..."
The tingling began in the base of my spine and started to escalate into
that wonderful climactic shiver. I thrust forward one final time, parting
the entrance to her cervix, and tightened my buttocks as the muscles at the
base of my cock began to involuntarily contract in orgasm.
"YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!" I roared as wave after wave of ecstasy racked my body.
Suddenly, my rock hard cock began jetting burst after burst of my rich,
potent semen into Lorelei’s womb.
She shrieked at the sudden hot sharpness of my cum inside of her, and she
struggled in my grip. I held her tight as I continued to pump thick, ropy
strands of my jizz into her unprotected vagina. I shut my eyes and
bellowed, unable to halt the violent spasms which coursed through my body.
As my climax peaked, I slowly felt the fiery sensation of my orgasm ebb and
I began to regain control over my body, all the while instinctively
grinding my pelvis against her firm ass.
Still dizzy with pleasure, I opened my eyes and stared down at my still
pistoning cock tightly ensheathed by the magenta folds of her labia, my
shaft slick with her juices. I could feel myself starting to grow soft so
I gave one final thrust into Lorelei, causing me to shiver in painful
delight. Lorelei whimpered, and began to utter soft, hitching sobs. As my
cock grew soft in her, I felt her vagina - as if finally sensing triumph -
slowly contract around it to expel the invading force.
I reached around and slowly massaged Lorelei’s taut, sweaty little belly,
speaking to it more than to her, "How does it feel to have all of my hot,
potent, baby juice swimming around inside of you?" Lorelei uttered a
trembling moan, and I heard a "slurp" as her tight, slick vagina finally
cast out my spent member, her still quivering entrance giving my now
hypersensitive glans one final slight pinch, making me wince in pleasure.
I looked down at her raw opening, covered in the syrupy remains of our
mating, and rubbed my still tender shaft against her, the warm, moist folds
partially ensheathing my semi-rigid cock.
I enjoyed that wonderful afterglow of tension release that every man feels
whenever he unleashes the pent up contents of his testicles deep into the
fertile recesses of a woman. It felt so instinctive. So damn righteous.
I continued to rock back and forth against Lorelei, entranced in a euphoric
torpor. I was slightly surprised to find that she had picked up the rhythm
and was moving along with me. Seconds melted into minutes...
A little while later, Lorelei dressed quickly and quietly, and didn’t even
bother to protest when I re-taped her wrists. She now projected a meek,
defeated look that reminded me of how fillies looked after being "studded."
That thought alone caused my ardor to rise, and I ordered Lorelei to drop
her drawers immediately. I leaned her over the dresser and mounted her
like a proud stallion, snorting in pleasure as I once again shot streams of
semen into her snug, moist birth canal.
Finally satiated, I covering Lorelei’s head and led her out to the van. I
would come back later and straighten things up. Maybe then I’d figure out
how to blow the four grand. It was still very early in the morning, and
the sun had not yet risen. I was in a good mood. I was enjoying that
wonderful, post-coital sense of emptiness in my balls, that total absence
of horniness that young men only enjoy for fleeting moments. Deeply
inhaling the brisk morning air, I instinctively felt as if I should be
biking. I reconsidered what I had just thought and smiled at the irony of it.
I drove around for 45 minutes in an effort to prevent Lorelei from ever
discerning the whereabouts of our little tryst. I dropped her off on the
side of a rural road several miles outside of the city limits. I had
gently duct-taped her to a tree in a small grove just out of sight of the
road. She would get loose within the hour, and I had left a small penknife
beside her to free her wrists. I got in the van and headed back to town,
imagining her furtive struggles in the copse alongside the road. I crested
a hill, and all traces of Lorelei vanished from my sight.
Epilogue
It turns out that there really is no honor among thieves. About two weeks
later, the police got a lead on the case and approached David Thoren, the
other young man involved with the stop sign theft. When they took him into
custody, he sang like a canary and implicated both Brad and Lorelei. David
got 5 years for cooperating with the authorities, but Brad got 10. The son
of a professional athlete, Golden Boy Brad is now at the Big House with an
asshole that probably needs a drawstring. I find the whole thing rather
droll, myself. As for Lorelei, she got 2 years in a minimum security
women’s penitentiary and was promptly and energetically beat up by a few of
the sisters from Oakland on her first day. Murder is a serious crime, you
know.
I know what you’re thinking, and I can sense the smirk on you face as you
read this. But I swear to you that I didn’t have a thing to do with any of
this. To reflect on what I had said before, the Grand Cosmic Equalizer
just seemed to step in and take over. I was just lucky enough to be an
active participant in the follies, that’s all.
Oh, and just in case you’re wondering, I’m back bicycling again, but I now
bike in the early evenings. I’ve started to explore some of the more
affluent neighborhoods on the other end of the city. Call me
superstitious, but perhaps my luck has not yet fully run out. Besides,
chance favors a prepared mind...
JS