Unknown Author Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Message-ID: <172310Z31121995@anon.penet.fi> Gary She tore her mouth away. "Please. Please, let me go. I'm sorry. I made a mistake." He laughed. "Don't be stupid. This is what you want. You'd hate me if I let you go now." "No. I ... Oh, God, no. Please." One of his hands held both of hers; the other was kneading roughly at her breast. She felt the nipple harden, and the telltale moistness start between her legs. This was what she wanted. His hand slipped inside her dress, pulling the bra down to free the breast on whose now painfully stiff nipple his rough tongue descended. She struggled fruitlessly to free her hand. "Oh, God, no, please, NO! Oh, please, let me go. I have money, you can have all my money, just, please, let me go." He raised her head and kissed her on the lips, the eyes, the throat. Her body was stirred as it had never been stirred before; it cried out for consummation in the hands of this rough, strong stranger. His hand moved over her thighs, her bottom, her stomach. "What's your name?" "Alice," she said, and regretted her openness. "Well, listen to me, Alice. You came looking for something and I'm going to give it to you. You'd better be grateful it was me, because I'm going to give you everything you want, and take everything I want, but I'm not going to do you any harm. And when we're finished, you're going to be able to go home in one piece. Which would not have happened with a lot of men, because what you've done tonight is a very stupid thing. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Good." His fingertips moved gently over her cheek. "But don't talk about going, because you're not going anywhere. Not for quite a while." He stepped back, letting go of her. She hung her head, but made no attempt to move. One of her shoes had come off during their unequal struggle and now, feeling slightly ridiculous, she kicked off the other. "Take off your dress." She stared at the ground. He reached out and she made no move to stop him when he unbuckled her belt, letting it hang loosely. "The dress, Alice. Take it off." She said nothing. The moistness between her legs was delicious; squeezing her thighs together, she felt she could have come immediately. Slowly she raised her hands, and began to unbutton the dress. When the last button had parted, Gary opened the truck door and she slipped the dress from her shoulders, laying it over the passenger seat. Gary loosened the bow at the neck of her camisole and she held up her arms so that he could raise it from her. When he tapped the bra, she unhooked it; when he touched the slip she pushed it down, stepping from it and dropping it on the growing pile in the truck. Behind the truck's front seat was a second, furnished with what could double as a mattress. He pulled it through the open door and dropped it on the ground. Wearing only her silk knickers, Alice shivered as he pressed her gently onto the makeshift bed. "Cold?" She shook her head. He kissed her gently on the lips, taking his time. Alice responded, opening her mouth, pushing her tongue forward to meet his. The gentleness of his rough hands took her by surprise, rolling her stiff, upright nipples beneath calloused thumbs. She held his head gently as it moved down, taking one of her breasts almost bodily into his mouth and licking, licking at the swollen orb. She loved the wet, intimate, oral nature of his lovemaking; loved, too, the way he was not in a hurry. Her own most intimate places almost glowed with the warmth of her desire. Then she was lifting her hips, allowing him to slide from her the final protector of her nakedness. His head went down, and he parted her thighs, and she knew that he was looking in the moon's pale light at her moist, pink openness. Then he was kneeling, tugging at his own clothes, and she sensed the growing urgency in him. Reaching out a hand as he leaned back to pull the T shirt from his strongly muscled body she encircled with her fingers the curly haired base of his thick, stiff shaft. He gasped as she pulled him towards her, raising her hips and spreading her legs wide as she guided him into her. "Oh, yes," she said, "Yes. Come into me. Oh, my love, come into me. Ohh." Her husband, the only man she had known, had been circumcised. Gary was not, and she felt with a strange wonder the drawn back foreskin lodged between the open lips of her so desirous cunt. Then he was pushing forward, sinking into her, and she was bucking her hips towards him, pushing hard at the wonderful hard staff that promised delirium, and soon. Taking his cue from her he stroked long, hard, rapid strokes, withdrawing and then ramming back, filling her cunt, drawing from her a wordless gasp as each stroke hammered home. Her legs were wrapped around him; her arms around his broad back locked him tightly to her; she pressed her open lips against his; and still he rammed until, deep within her, the tempest began to break, the climax that moments ago had seemed still just out of reach now unstoppable, beginning in a tremor in the muscles just above her clitoris and exploding - there was no other word - in cataclysmic orgasm that lifted her and threw her back against the mattress, and lifted her again. And she screamed. He, she saw, had been waiting for her, and now began to pound her sex without mercy until, for a moment, he raised his head to the heavens and paused, and "Oh, my God," he cried, and she felt him spend within her. They lay together as the storm subsided. His cock, so recently proud and strong, shrank within her. Beads of sweat stood out on Alice's skin; the breathing of them both subsided. He kissed her with great tenderness, and she returned his kiss. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you for making me stay." Then, "Don't go," she said as he stood up, but he shushed her, went to the truck, brought back a sweater and put it on her. The wool was rough, especially on the still tender skin of her nipples and breasts, and it smelt very faintly of sweat and creosote, but she hugged it to her and felt warm, and safe, and held. Gary turned her so that her back and his front fitted like two spoons, and put his arm round her, and for a while she slept. When she woke, the penis that had nestled so small, so wrinkled against her bottom was small and wrinkled no more. "Good Heavens," Alice said, her hand moving down to touch him. "Brian never managed more than one. One a week," she added with a low, throaty chuckle. "One a month, at the end." "Brian was a fool," Gary said. He knelt before her and raised her head gently in his hands. Seeing the half rigid member so near to her face, Alice realised what he wanted. `No', she thought of saying, `I can't do that. I've never done that. And it smells, and it won't taste nice.' But she remembered the tenderness she had known at the hands of this strong man, this `bit of rough,' and she wanted to love him, physically, as he had loved her. She reached out the tip of her tongue and touched the still soft tip of his penis. He moaned softly. Her lips moved to nuzzle him, taking the tip into her warm, moist mouth, and on her tongue she tasted the saltness of his cum, and her own juices. Where she had feared revulsion, she experienced a kind of joy. With one hand she stroked gently his hanging sac while with the other, as delicately as Queen Victoria might have raised to her lips a translucent porcelain cup, she held his stiffening member as she fed it into her mouth and, with warm tongue, expelled it almost to the tip before drawing it in again. His hands buried in her hair, his head thrown back, Gary groaned. Now Alice felt a power, and a love, and an intimacy she had never known before. She could have sucked his cock for ever, but Gary was overcome and, withdrawing himself from her, he turned her so that she knelt with her back before him. Keeping her bottom in the air, he leaned forward to press her shoulders and head flat on the mattress before her. Knees widely spaced, she knew a moment of complete openness and vulnerability; then the tip of his now hard shaft was at the lips of her vagina. With a push he entered her, and she felt she had never been possessed like this. Her position brought everything closer to him; when he pulled back she felt in despair that she would lose him, but when he rammed forward the tip of his cock scraped her cervix. After his earlier orgasm, Gary seemed able to go on for ever without climaxing. Again and again he drew back; again and again Alice felt his thighs driven against the back of hers, his pubic bone pressing open the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom, his cock striking home deep inside her. Her mouth cried out into the mattress on which it lay; at that moment she came, screaming into the ground, and still he continued the unbelievable, scarcely sustainable driving. At last he took mercy on her, withdrawing from her tingling cunt and moving her so that she lay on top and he was again in her mouth. With both hands holding the back of her head, he fucked her face until she felt she could take no more, and suddenly her mouth was filled with the warmth of his cum and he fell back, exhausted. * * * It was three when she woke, strangely warm in the cold clear night. The moon was now well up, spreading a silver sheen across the clearing. A coat and a blanket had been laid over her. Gary half sat, half lay against the wheel of the truck, a cigarette in his hand. He smiled at her. "Hi." "Hi." She reached out a hand and he let her take the cigarette. She puffed on it before handing it back. "I don't know why I did that. I don't smoke." "No," he smiled. "I can see that." "I don't even like the taste. Or the smell." He stood up. "Better get you home. You want to get dressed?" She shook her head. "I'll stay like this." In the truck he said, "It's Saturday tomorrow. Do you do anything on Saturday morning?" "Nothing that has to be done." "Why don't we leave your car where it is? I'll bring you down for it after breakfast." She turned lazily to look at him. It would be heaven to wake beside this marvelous body. "Okay." "No complications," he said. "I'll be on my way later. I'm not trying to get into your life." Alice pressed her cheek into his arm. "I hope you will. A little, anyway."